➢ marvel imagines

➣ logan howlett

when logan has a bad dream...

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you felt a sharp pain go through your head as you jolted yourself awake, heavy breathing due to the pain in your temples. you hissed again as you felt it and heard a soft grunting noise, coming from the other side of the wall where logan slept. logan was resilient to talk to you, though you didn't know why as you were in some classes together; little did you know, he thought you were intimidating. you couldn't hurt a fly... okay, well, unless that fly attacked... which was very often.

rubbing your eyes, you staggered your way over to his room, the sharp pain still prominent in your head. "logan...?" you questioned as you knocked softly, peaking your head inside the door. "logan?" you asked again, beginning to walk inside of his room as the grunting and tossing got worse. honestly, it scared you a little, the violent tossing and turning, it reminded you of the nightmares your little sister would get whenever she would have the visions. "logan..." you whispered, concerned and put one hand on his bed, beginning to sit down next to him. 

you carefully placed your hand on his shoulder and shook it a little. he merely groaned again, so you decided to sit on his bed and put both hands on his shoulders, shaking him a little harder. "logan!" you called out his name, shaking him again; this time, he did wake up. his eyes shot open and he sat up quickly; you screamed as this startled you, but quickly felt an intense pain go through your stomach. you looked down to see logan's claws out and inside of your stomach, going right through your back. his serious and angered look quickly changed to one of shock and sadness, as he realized what he'd just done. his mouth fell open and his eyes looked like they were filling with tears as he retracted his claws, a soft grunt emitting from you as he pulled them out.

"(y-y/n)...?" you were surprised he recognized you in this dim of lighting, but you were more focused on the three holes in your stomach than the fact that he remembered you. "o-oh my god..." he looked helpless, and you quickly saw his tough guy personality disappear and morph into a truly, completely terrified man. "help!!" he called out, looking towards the slightly ajar door on the other side of the room. "someone help!! please!!!" he called out helplessly, holding onto your shoulders so you wouldn't fall over. you felt yourself begin you get weak as you slumped in his arms; thankfully, he caught you and pulled you so your head was on his lap. you felt a tear drip onto your forehead, which you found strange as you barely knew the guy at all. "please! someone! help!!" your breathing became labored as you felt the blood seep into your clothing. you heard logan reassuring you, but you couldn't make out what he was saying; faintly you heard talk between logan and an unknown voice, and before you knew it everything went black.

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your eyes opened as you adjusted to the unfamiliar feeling of a bed underneath you and a blinding hospital light above you. you felt a presence next to you, and you weakly turned your head to see logan sitting in a chair next to your bed, his hands in his hair and his eyes closed. "l-logan...?" you stuttered weakly, making his head shoot up and his eyes soften once he saw you. 

"h-hey... (y/n) right?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. you simply nodded as you grunted, trying to sit yourself up. logan immediately got up to help you, his large hand behind your back and the other against your head to make sure the pillows were comfortable.

"thank you..." you muttered, leaning your head back and sighing, lifting up your blankets to see your wound; dots of red sticking out from the strong wrap around your stomach.

"hey, listen... i'm sorry about that. i really... uh- i had a really bad one and i wasn't expecting someone to be there for me... so, thank you."

"anytime." you joked, smiling at him as he visibly relaxed at your words. "hey, it's okay... i get it. sometimes it just feels all too real." there was a long pause before you spoke up again. "i know you probably don't want to hear this, but um... if you ever need someone... i'm here for you. i know you probably don't know me and everything and one day i just sort of show up in your bedroom but... yeah..."

"i know who you are (y/n)." he smiles down at you and takes your hand as you whimper gently, the morphine wearing off a little. "you're in half my classes, you're badass." he laughed and ran a finger through his messy over-night hair.

"you're not too bad yourself."

"and... thanks. i'll definitely take you up on that... the whole, being there for me thing. i've never really had that so... thank you."

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idk how to end this