hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

you can't communicate your feelings so write them down for logan

You weren't the type of girl to go to the guy you like, especially when he's six-foot two buff brunette than you would let totally ruin you. You grew incredibly nervous and had terrible social anxiety. Especially around people that you found attractive, though that would fade with time. But having a real crush on someone is a little harder to get over, because whenever he was around your cheeks grew hot. Your heart would drum in your ears and sometimes you struggle to find the right words to use. So, most of the time you wound up mumbling out something embarrassing and walking away.

Logan didn't do that, sadly. He'd notice how nervous you got, before teasing you. He didn't do it too much, but he'd always touch you. A hand coming back, "Didn't mean anything by it." Logan assured, glancing down at you with a thin-lipped smile before Jean passed by. He followed after her, your shoulder sagging. Because then you blamed yourself, that maybe if you were more interesting, if you could talk some more. That maybe he'd stay and talk to you, that maybe he would like you more than he liked Jean. But that seemed nearly impossible, something that started way before you showed up at the school.

You would always see them laughing, they'd look over at you before inviting you into the conversation. You thought they just did it to be polite but then Logan would wound up teasing you. Maybe his way of passive aggressively telling you to fuck off? Any excuse that he couldn't feel the same for you because that just didn't happen for you. The men you liked wouldn't like you, wouldn't be emotionally available or you weren't actually attracted to them. Some missing piece of the puzzle that turned into a defining factor in your relationship. If it ever actually came to that point, you weren't even sure you could call Logan a friend, but you liked him.

Jean also knew about your crush; she had read your mind one day during a training and then Logan just so happened to walk into your room. Your thoughts and attention going to him, though the two of you became friends after. She promised you that nothing was going with Logan, that the two were simply friends. But even if she though that, you doubted Logan did, you assumed she'd know if he had feelings for her. Then she started pushing you tell him, saying that the two talked and Logan doesn't want to get into a relationship that wouldn't last. She was sure that if you told him how you felt, he'd drop anything to be with you. You laughed right back into her face, saying that he just couldn't like you.

Logan was out of reach; you knew that had emotional issues, but had he really struggled with finding someone who'd settle down? You wondered if that's why she said he wanted something that would last. He didn't want the one-night stands anymore and this fact make a smidge of hope spark in you. That someone who was so handsome, the cool guy, ridiculously charming and mysterious. He attracted you like a moth to a flame, there was no way he could be your life and wouldn't have feelings for him. It was bound to happen in every universe, but which ones did you tell Logan how you felt? How many times did you humiliate yourself?

You wouldn't ever know but you hoped as you sat across from Jean, writing a letter that you would show to Logan. You felt a flush run up your cheeks as you scribbled, trying to not seem like a creep, hoping that he'd find this romantic. Though you doubt he wouldn't tease you either way. Jean encouraged you, telling you that she was excited to see what Logan thinks. You scoffed, as you kept writing before finishing with love, Y/n. You shook your head as you slid her the note, "You check it."

You bit at your lip nervously as her eyes wondered down the page, Jean's hand over her heart. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest to hide yourself. "I think this is perfect." Jean hummed, handing it back to you.

You took a deep breath as the afternoon set in, you tried to distract yourself. After dinner Storm was going to send him to your room, and you were gonna give him the paper. Your hands were sweating as it almost neared six, moments later there was a knock at your door. You sighed, pushing off your thighs, your hands coming up to anxiously scratch at your forearms. You reached down for the note before heading towards the door. When you open it, Logan is on the other side.

"Hey, is everything alright?" Logan's smooth, graveling deep voice questioned, his green eyes scanning you. You glanced back at him, before going to the tufts in his hair. You wondered how long it took him to do those.

A smile came over your face, "Uh, y-yeah. H-here--."

"Y/n/n." Logan murmured, moving forward to lean against the door, closer to you than he ever has been before. Little did you know that he had idea of why he was here, Jean couldn't shut up about you telling him. She was the worst person to have telepathy because she was a blabbermouth. "Don't gotta me nervous is jus' me." You laughed, nervously as his words as your eyes flickered back and forth from his soft green ones. He was prepared for you to continue to struggle to talk through whatever you needed to talk to him about. But instead, you handed him a folded-up piece of paper. A light frown came over his forehead, as glanced over at the paper, "What is this?"

"Just read it first." You practically whispered, as he couldn't help but smile at you, the look making you feel a twinge in your heart. Then he started to read,

Hey Logan,

I know this is confusing and Im standing right in front of you but im too nervous to talk to you because i really like you. i don't know if you feel the same way for me but if by chance you do, i'd like to maybe go out with you sometime.

Love, Y/n

"That's what's making you so stuttery?" Logan huffed out a chuckle, as he tucked the paper into his back pocket. "Thought it was gonna be some long form poetry, sweetheart."

Sweetheart

"Sorry, it wasn't what-."

"Love it regardless, been waiting for you to say something." Logan started, moving forward as confusion fell over your face.

"Really?" You squeaked, as his hand came up to your cheek. His thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek before sliding down the side.

"Yeah." Logan breathed.

"You gonna tell me about it?" You pushed, as his crow's feet crinkled, a small feat of laughter falling from his lips. You blushed lightly, looking away, but his head only moved to follow your vision dramatically, his moving down to shoulder as his left hand moved behind his back.

His eyebrows rose when he finally got your eyes again, "Whatta want me to say? I like you too?"

"Typically, that can be a response." You defended, your voice still soft with nerves as he lightly rubbed at the peak of your shoulder.

"I like you a lot, pretty girl." Logan admitted, as your shaky hand moved to his chest before moving up to the side of his neck. Feeling the hair on his lower chin and neck. His eyes fluttered shut as you soothed your fingers over his skin, before lightly rubbing at his mutton chops. "That good for ya?"

"Yeah." You giggled softly, your eyes not moving from his as he finally closed the distance by softly kissing your lips, your hand pulling him in close, as his own make their way around your waist.

notes: hope yall enjoyed, feel like this is me hundred percent wouldn't be able to make a singleeee peep