hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

Laura's teacher

love love old man logan and wanted to do a teacher fic because i read  on tumblr "Until I Found You"  @ mcrdvcks and got super inspired, i also love laura and writing for her, almost never edited lmao 

It was a rough start becoming a teacher, it was something you always dreamed about. You knew it was mundane, following a schedule and a pattern. But it was soothing to you, it was hard to adjust after a rough childhood, being around an emotionally explosive parent, you didn't have structure. School is where you had that, its where things could feel normal. But then you got older, and it was nothing like elementary school.

You had wanted to teach for younger kids but wound up with the middle school age. You remember a teacher telling you'd be good with junior high age kids. But you had hated middle school and hadn't dreamed of wounding up in one. You worked with your sister while you got your degree, though your majored in English. You loved working with special needs students, so her classroom was a good place.

But you wanted to focus on words, writing, and reading. You worked on building your emotional tolerance, really learning how to compartmentalize, especially with special needs children. There's a lot times you just can't put yourself first because your student needs you. It's a career that takes a lot and sometimes there doesn't seem like much of a reward. But that a student says something funny, or you are just a have moment where you look at them and you just feel care. That you wanna watch them grow because they had so much potential. It was hard when you knew the at-home life wasn't easy, wanting to do as much as you can for your students. You had to learn about boundaries and how much you could talk about with them. When you had to feel like you were almost betraying their trust if you and to report something they said.

If you saw a child in harm's way you had to report something about, not that you didn't want to. The children's safety always comes first, and that reality always hit when you had to make the hard decision. You haven't had to do much, but the times you had all you wanted to do was protect them, get them out of their situations. You did because you never got rescued, it just wasn't bad enough. But enough to set you up with a bucket full of mental issues. Then you dove into your teaching, putting on an act as you stood in a room full of preteens.

It's been two years since you started teaching in your own classroom. There was a whole feeling as you stepped into the room every morning. You turned on the switch for the vanilla candle melts, it had just turned seven o clock, when you look up to see Laura. She medium short hair, dark brown almost black eyes, she had a green backpack and a jean jacket. She wore sunglasses but knew when she walked into your classroom her hood needed to be down and her sunglasses away from her eyes. Laura came in early every morning and stayed until you left. You always waited for her father to show up, he would come in some mornings and bring your iced caramel maccatio.

You didn't like to admit but he was awfully handsome. In a rugged sorta way, his beard looked soft, and his eyes were a mossy shade of green. His hand which touch yours as he passed the drink over to you, your eyes scanning his outfit, a black suit, lightly wrinkled but of course he looked good. "What do you do?" You asked, as he cleared his throat, pulling at the tie.

"I'm a chauffer." Logan revealed, feeling lightly embarrassed as you smiled over at him.

"On the weekends I worked as a delivery driver, you like driving?"

"Yeah." He shrugged, "Got a bum leg." Logan nodding down at his right leg, as you scanned his face, before looking down at his leg. You wanted to press and asked what happened but he seemed uncomfortable.

"Thank you for the coffee, Logan." You smiled, before glancing over at Laura who sat at her desk, scribbling down in a notebook. She reminded you so much of you when you were a child. You could tell that she had been through a lot, she seemed to escape into writing just like you. You could also tell she really looked up to Logan and loved him very much. She regularly saw the school counselor for her anger issues, you'd walk her down and cheer her up after her sessions.

Singing 'Shake it off' with her to help her relax, one day her father came, "You listen to Taylor Swift?" Logan gruffed, walking into the room with the ice coffee, Laura following behind him.

"Yeah I do." You replied, glancing over at the Taylor Swift quote on your wall.

"Hmm, Laura keeps playing it." He grumbled.

"I can't say I'm sorry, Logan." You replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "But hey, I brought you a donut." You said, grabbing the box and handing it to her, she grinned up at you, looking up at her dad with a raised eyebrow. She took out a pink donut with sprinkles, humming as she brought it up to her mouth. "You want one?" You asked, as she moved the box up towards her dad.

"I wouldn't want-."

"Just take one." You groaned, mocking him as he grinned over at you. His crow's feet crinkling and making your stomach flutter a bit at the little sparkle in his eyes.

Logan brings up a donut to his mouth, humming while Laura mumbled something about going to the bathroom. He moves the donut away from his face and you stand up grabbing a tissue. Glancing up at him as you dabbed at his beard. "Got some frosting here." You smiled, glancing up into his eyes before leaning over to throw the tissue away.

"Sorry." Logan flushed a little, as you let out a little giggle before Laura walked back into the room with a smile on her face.

Later in the year, you went to a museum it matched the theme of the book you were about to read. You wanted to introduce it to them in a cool way, hoping it would interest more of the kids. Logan had signed up to a chaperone. Laura sticking to your side, which meant Logan wasn't too far off. He was grumpy with everyone but seemed to soften up with you. Little did you know how much Logan liked you. He never questioned why Laura came early and stayed later, you just accepted the coffee with an understanding gaze. He also thought that you were beautiful, even on the days you didn't wear makeup. Logan had been surprised, though he hadn't shown, he'd just scanned your face taken in each curve, freckle and indent.

There was definite tension between you and Logan, the other English teacher met up with you later during lunch. Giving you a look with raised eyebrows, "What?" You laughed, Maggie smiled over at you before glancing over at Logan while he sat by Laura.

"You and Logan." She started.

"What do you mean? We're just friends."

"Brings you coffee almost every morning." She added, you shrugged rolling your eyes. You've known Maggie since elementary school, you weren't surprised that she became a teacher. You weren't on bad terms, but you weren't really close since late middle school. But then you wound teaching the same thing at the same school. Your friendship igniting was nice, though it was really only inside the walls of the school. She had a family, and you were single, your lives were very different. You weren't sure if you were going to find someone, and then Logan walked into your life. Though you doubted he would go for someone like you.

When you got back to the bus, you wound in a seat with Logan. Who took up a good portion of the seat, moving his thighs into the aisle to give you room. Because you were a little bigger, you blushed feeling slightly embarrassed at your size. You imagined that Logan was used to skinny, fit women and you were chunky, and your body was built like models. You had stretch marks, you had extra fat on your love handles and hips. Eventually you healed your relationship with food, and you started to accept your body. But you had a crush on Logan, you wanted him to like you.

Then he pressed against you when the kids started filling up the bus, his arm moving the seat of the bus. You glanced up at him with heat in your cheeks, he was so warm, and he smelt like cigars and coffee. Logan glanced down at you as he heard the thrumming of your heart, noticing the flush in your cheeks. A smile curved on his face, and he moved to look up at the ceiling of the bus. When the kids all filled the bus, Logan moved back a little, but you slid a little closer. The side of your hip pressing into his, he stopped moving away from, relaxing his arm. You sniffed, your nose twitching as you glanced out the window, Logan looking over at you.