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B - Best friend: (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) 

- Dean is one hoot of a best friend. There's never a boring moment with him and he is ALWAYS there when you need him even if you don't ask for his help. Loyal to the end and right by your side through thick and thin. 

C - Cuddles: (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) 

- Dean only cuddles behind closed doors. Somedays, he'll wrap you in his arms and hold you close to his chest. Others, he crawls into bed beside you and buries his face in your chest to be held.  

D - Domestic: (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) 

- Oh, how he wishes the two of you could settle down but he knows that you two aren't cut out for the apple pie life. He's a fantastic cook and he tries to help clean but somehow the normally skilled and balanced hunter is such a clueless clutz when it comes to cleaning. You once walked in on him trying to figure out how to sweep a dirt pile into a dustpan and you couldn't help but giggle as he repeatedly dropped the broom before finally giving up and using his hand to sweep the dirt into the pan. 

E - Ending: (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

- Dean would never even consider breaking up with you. You're his everything. The only way the two of you are parting ways is if you make that move. If you do decide to break up with him, he does his best to understand and let you go but damn it hurts him so much. He always wants what is best for you and if he thinks you don't think he's best for you then so be it. 

F - Fiancé(e): (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) 

- Dean has always thought that if given the chance to make you his wife, he'd take it. However, he's not going to make the first move and if the two of you head in that direction, then he's going to make sure you have everything you ever dreamed of for your engagement and wedding. 

G - Gentle: (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 

- As for day-to-day interactions with Dean, he's always gentle. Physically, he holds you carefully and touches you softly. Emotionally, he chooses his words carefully and always listens intently. However, that being said, if you ever willingly or unwillingly out yourself in harm's way his words get loud and blunt. He never hurts you physically but he does yell out every bit of his frustration. Once he's gotten it off his chest, he always apologizes for raising his voice at you and the two of you calmly talk it out 

H - Hugs: (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) 

- Dean LOVES hugs but he doesn't always ask for them. Over the years, you learn how to tell when he needs a good hug. He will always give you a hug before the two of you part ways with a kiss on your forehead. His hugs vary. If he's hugging you, it's a warm, firm, and solid hug where all you can see, hear, or smell is him. If you're hugging him without him asking, he'll sling his arms loosely around your waist and bury his face in your chest or neck. It's more of a gentle and relaxed hug. 

I - I love you: (How fast do they say the L-word?) 

- The first time Dean said the L-word was because you got hurt protecting him on a hunt. As soon as the threat was eliminated and the car door shut, he went off. He insisted you never pull a stunt like that again and said he couldn't stand the thought of you getting hurt because of him among other things. When he finally got it all out of his system, he dropped his head into his hands and mumbled under his breath. You asked him to repeat what he mumbled and he looked up to look you dead in the eyes to say, "I love you, damn it." 

J - Jealousy: (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) 

- Dean hides his jealousy with cockiness. When he gets jealous, he struts up to wrap his arms securely around your waist and bury his face in your neck. He'll give the person a good "nice try" look and stand his ground, not letting you go for a second. 

K - Kisses: (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) 

- After time apart, they're intense. Teeth clashing and holding onto you for dear life. Your average every day kisses are gentler and purposeful. His favorite place to kiss you is your forehead.  

- Every time the two of you part ways he kisses your forehead. Sometimes when you're just sitting there minding your own business reading research or whatever, he quickly places a kiss on your forehead and ruffles your hair. Even when he gets up to go to the bathroom, he plants a sweet kiss to your hairline. 

- He loves when you kiss his boo boos and make them better. He can't understand or explain it but butterflies erupt in his stomach and face gets warm when you press a gentle kiss to an injury you just got done cleaning and bandaging. 

L - Little ones: (How are they around children?) 

- Dean is good at entertaining babies but not so great at taking care of them. Hand him a baby with a diaper full and he's gonna stare it with his nose scrunched up unsure of where to even start but if you task him with watching a baby, he's gently bouncing it around or handing it toys to inspect or playing peek a boo like a pro. As for older kids, it's the opposite. He raised Sammy for crying out loud. He knows how to take care of a kid that can walk and talk but for the life him can't figure out how to keep them entertained or have a conversation with them. 

M - Morning: (How are mornings spent with them?) 

- Rarely, Dean is up and at 'em before you. You find it hard to escape his iron clad grasp upon waking up yourself. Sometimes you lay there admiring the features of his face and sometimes you fall back asleep but you never leave the bed before he does.  

N - Night: (How are nights spent with them?) 

- Dean always crawls into bed first, arms open and awaiting your presence. Sometimes, the two of you will lay there awake just talking about anything and everything. Sometimes, you crash hard and fast and he's left admiring you as you sleep. Rarely, you get to admire him as he drifts off to dream land. 

O - Open: (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) 

- It took Dean quite a while to reveal his inner workings to you. In fact, he didn't say anything at all at first, simply showed you. He took the mask off with you for short bursts of time, slowly working up to not wearing the mask at all with you. There were a few times when he fully vented or explained things to you but for the most part, he simply showed you. 

P - Patience: (How easily angered are they?) 

- He's always patient with you. Even when you made Baby stall as he tried to teach you how to drive stick shift, he kept his calm. He's not usually quick to anger with other people unless they're having a negative impact on your well-being. 

Q - Quizzes: (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) 

- Every. Little. Detail. If there was a trivia game show about you, he'd take first place easily, even if you were also playing. Sometimes he remembers something you said when you don't even remember saying it. 

R - Remember: (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) 

- He'll never forget the night you dragged him and Sammy both to their separate bedrooms because the two were locked in on researching some end of the world bullshit. Your giggles at their "ow ow ow"-ing were adorable and the fact that you told them both that if they didn't get some sleep you were going to kick them in their "baby makers" just made him realize how much you care about them both. Sammy even tried to sneak past your's and Dean's room but you got up out of bed and dragged him back to his own. 

S - Security: (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) 

- Hella protective of you. He's your secret service. He's your knight in shining armor. He knows you can take care of yourself but why should you have to when he can do it? He always puts himself between you and danger. 

- He doesn't like the idea of you putting yourself in danger to protect him. However, he also knows you're going to do it anyway but that doesn't mean he won't give you an earful for it later. On the other hand, sometimes Dean crawls into your lap and buries into your chest just to shut the world out. That's when he feels most protected. 

T - Try: (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

- Mans puts more effort into celebrating you and making sure you're happy than he does anything else ever. In fact, the first birthday you had while the two of you were dating threw you off guard. You had completely forgotten it was your birthday, having adapted to it just being another normal day. Dean remembered. He stopped at a random grocery store on y'all's way home from a hunt and when he came out carrying a cake and your favorite snacks you were beyond confused. He hopped in the car and handed everything to you and written across the top of the cake was, "Happy Birthday (Y/N)!" He was bewildered that you were bewildered but he made sure you never forgot your birthday again. 

U - Ugly: (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) 

- He doubts himself far too often. He knows he's a good hunter, there's no doubting that. However, he doubts his ability to keep you safe. He doubts his ability to make you happy. He gets in this headspace where all he can think about is there being someone out there that is way better for you than him and all his baggage. You've figured out how to tell when he's doing this and always reassure him endlessly that he's all you want and more. 

V - Vanity: (How concerned are they with their looks?) 

- He knows he's all that and a bag of chips when it comes to looks but he's not obsessed with himself or making sure he looks good. He doesn't have time to spend staring in the mirror to make sure he looks his best. He showers, shaves, brushes his hair and teeth but that's about it. 

W - Whole: (Would they feel incomplete without you?) 

- Dean feels like he can't breathe when you're away from him. You help him keep his head on straight and make him feel important. Without you, he tends to spiral into a mess. 

X - Xtra: (A random headcanon for them.) 

- Dean keeps a mental list of all your favorite songs. Even if you don't specifically say it is, he knows by the way you sing it at the top of your lungs or bounce around in excitement when it comes on. 

- I don't think this is canon but I also haven't ever paid enough attention to it in the several times I've watched the show. However, it seems fitting for Dean. I think he refuses to sit with his back to the entrance(s) of a room. He keeps all windows in his line of sight as well. (I may or may not be projecting bc I also do this). 

Y - Yuck: (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) 

- Mans HATES sexist douchebags. He makes sure that every hunter he meets knows that you once took down an entire vamp nest by yourself. The civilians are quickly made aware that you run the show and they better not disrespect you. 

Z - Zzz: (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) 

- Dean always sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. It doesn't matter if you guys are in the bunker or some sketchy motel room. If he wakes up in the middle of the night and you have somehow rolled over to that side, he gently rolls you back over to safety. Also, he almost always ends up sprawled out across the bed, usually at least partially on top of you if not fully covering you. 

More Dean Winchester

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He never realized how much he wanted someone to care for.

It was something he didn't know he desired. A year ago, he didn't care for a single thing. He felt nothing. He was so numb. So empty.

He was an angry man. The kind of man people kept their distance from. Wade ruined that; he aggravated him so much that Logan started actually caring about his life. And for as much as he despised his fugly ass, he was internally grateful for him. He started to open up more and more.

Wade had a part in taking him out of rock bottom, as they say, but you… you aggravated him in the most endearing way possible. You were so bright, so happy, and full of life. Logan couldn't understand how someone could be like that, and he hated you for it. He thought it was so ignorant of you.

"I mean, come on, how could she be that happy all the time? It's fucking dumb. She doesn't even know me!"

That's what he said to Wade, but his roommate only laughed. He found his frustration hilarious and made fun of him constantly.

And don’t even get started on the way you spoke. Never once have you raised your voice at anyone. You always talked softly, and even if you were pissed off, you still found a way to make your words sound gentle.

The man couldn’t wrap his mind around the way you acted, you weren’t a mutant, but you damn well could have been with that forever customer service smile you wore every day.

The level of patience and understanding you held for people was insane to him, especially the amount of patience you held with him.

He was constantly telling you to fuck off, and you took no offense; you just returned that stupidly kind smile and told him that if he needed anything, you were there for him.

You had no clue what he’s done, what he's capable of, and yet you treat him with the utmost respect. And being a mutant, respect, and kindness were two things he hadn’t received in a very long time.

It made him realize things—about himself and others. He started noticing you a little more—the way you looked and the way you acted. It started out as simple confusion and disgust… the typical reactions one would have when one sees an overly happy person.

But it evolved slowly into intrigue and curiosity.

Then something else. Something he couldn't describe.

His first instinct was to push it away. To try and convince himself, he was disgusted. He did this with everything he felt, but he couldn’t keep lying to himself.

It wasn't disgust.

He couldn't name it; he wasn't ready to, but he knew it wasn’t that.

Wade had noticed the change in him, the way he looked at you, the way he started being a little less rough with the words he chose to say. He didn’t bring it up, but the shit-eating grin he gave each time Logan walked in and saw you was more than enough proof that he had picked up on it.

Of course, it only resorted to grins because the one time he opened his mouth, Logan didn’t restrain himself. He popped his claws and had to go couch shopping the next day.

Whoops.

So, with Wade keeping his mouth shut after being chewed out by Blind Al and Logan trying his best to push away the foreign feelings, it finally reached a point where he could no longer ignore them.

He didn’t understand why, of all nights, it had to be this one, but it was.

It was 3 am, and his old nightmares had come back to haunt him. He was restless, sweaty, and couldn't take another second of sleep.

It took a rinsing of the bathroom sink and a pitiful glare at his reflection for you to return his gaze.

He froze for a second.

You were wearing a large T-shirt, with a pair of shorts underneath. Your hair was messy, but it looked so soft, and your face was clear of makeup, leaving the imperfections of your skin that made you all the more beautiful.

Always wearing a smile. Always greeting him with a soft voice, sometimes a little raspy if just waking up, butnonetheless soft.

But once he rubbed his eyes and let out a tired yawn, you weren’t there anymore.

Because you were never there, you lived across the street. You were in your apartment, sleeping, with no idea that, at that moment, the man who constantly told you to fuck off realized he couldn't stop thinking about you.

The same man who would grunt, scoff, and throw away every kind gesture now realized he secretly cherished them.

He stood there for a moment, just pondering his thoughts. His eyes were still on the spot he saw you in.

His head turned to the right, seeing the digital clock that rested on the nightstand.

3:02 am.

You were asleep…. most likely asleep. You would be unhappy if he came over and woke you up, wouldn't you?

He looked back at the sink.

You could be upset, but you could also be happy. You could give him that smile. That sweet, warm smile.

It would be worth it, right? Just for that?

3:04 am

He didn’t think about it. Not even for a second. Ironically, it started raining as if to test him, but the man was determined.

He put on a jacket to cover his bare chest, threw on some random shoes, and was out the door before his mind could stop him.

3:13 am

He knocked on your apartment door. He was completely drenched from the rain. His hair was messy, his jacket sticking to his body, and his shoes were so wet that the squelching sound they made was the only thing audible.

He heard shuffling. Soft steps coming closer. He could smell your scent. It shocked him how easy it was for him to recognize it.

You unlocked the door. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

His mental image of you being in sleepwear, messy hair, no makeup, had been confirmed. You were beautiful.

You had a tired look, one of the many looks he wasn’t used to. But it was still a good look, and it still held your signature kindness.

He had a feeling it would.

You didn't look too shocked, just tired and confused.

You spoke. "Logan, is…? Are you okay?"

Your voice was even softer than usual, the raspiness it held only making it more comforting.

You were genuinely worried about him, and it hit him then that he was being an asshole. Making you wake up in the middle of the night, and for what? Just because he wanted to see you?

Just because of that, he should’ve given you a reason. An explanation.

He should've asked. He should have done so many things differently, but he didn’t.

His head was in the clouds, and all he could think about was you.

You. That was all.

But his expression gave away that he was in a daze, and your worry only grew.

"Logan? What's wrong?"

You stepped out into the hallway and reached a hand to him.

His heart jumped a bit when you did so. It was just a gesture—one simple act of compassion.

He wasn't worthy of that, but he couldn't resist. He didn't want to.

Your fingers barely brushed against his upper arm before he moved. He grabbed your wrist.

His grip wasn't hard. His hold was gentle, as he had no intentions of hurting you. You could’ve easily pulled your arm away if you wanted to, but you didn't.

His eyes locked with yours. He wasn't sure what possessed him, but it felt so right, so he followed his instincts.

He tugged at your wrist, causing your body to fall into him. Your chest pressed against his. His arms wrapped around you, one hand cupping the back of your neck, the other resting on the small of your back.

The embrace was so sudden, and he knew the situation was far from ideal, but his senses were overflowed by your presence, your scent, your softness.

His chin rested atop your head, and his eyes fluttered closed.

It wasn’t the first time he ever hugged someone, but it was the first time he hugged someone in such a way. He held onto you tightly, his grip possessive but not painful.

He was afraid to let go.

He felt your hands press against his chest. You were probably going to push him away, he thought, and he tried to prepare himself. He told himself he would let you go because it was the right thing to do, yet he didn’t need to.

You hugged him back, and he almost lost his footing.

How long had it been since he last received a hug? Since the last time, someone held him and showed him affection?

Too long.

Your hands went inside his opened jacket and held onto him. Your fingers pressed against his skin, and your soft, warm breaths caressed his neck.

He could stay like this for eternity, and he would never grow tired of it.

Your voice reached his ears.

"Logan, did something happen?"

He had been standing there for quite a while. He wasn’t aware of how long. Time seemed to freeze around you, but he didn’t mind. He wasn't one to believe in such nonsense, but when it came to you, he was ready to accept it.

Your hand rested on his arm, and he knew you were subtly prompting him to move, and so he did.

He pulled away from the hug just enough to look at you.

Your lips were turned upwards. The corners of your eyes creased.

"Logan?"

It was then that his actions registered—how utterly close the two of you were, how intimately you were holding each other. He was already warm just from genetics alone, but now he felt everything around him heat up.

"I-"

He didn't know what to say. It was like he was back in that bar, drinking away every thought. He couldn't think. There was nothing. Nothing but the feel of your body against his.

But what truly sealed the deal was when he felt your thumb gently caress his knuckles. It was a small movement, barely noticeable, but it was centered exactly on the scars his claws made.

That little movement made his brain short-circuit. His hands twitched. His grip tightened. He held onto you with his entire body as if scared to let you go.

"What happened?"

You were patient with him. The fact that he hadn’t even answered any of your concerns said enough.

But, eventually, he did find some words to respond with. It wasn’t the answer you were searching for, but it was a response.

"Why are you always being so fucking kind?"

It was such a simple question, and yet the amount of pain it carried was overwhelming. He knew you could hear every word behind it. Every word he couldn't bring himself to say.

He didn’t deserve it. He wasn’t a good man. He did horrible things, and sure… he made an attempt to make up for it. To be better, but it couldn’t have been enough, could it?

You were still here, looking at him with those soft eyes.

Why couldn't you look at him the way he deserved to be looked at? Like he was a monster.

Why did you have to look at him with those goddamn beautiful eyes?

"You deserve kindness, Logan. We all do."

And then, your voice became even softer and a little shaky. Your hands went back to massaging his knuckles. His scars.

"Just because you see yourself a certain way doesn’t mean the rest of us do. I see the good in you. Always have since we first met."

You spoke so softly, yet your words were heavy with emotion.

"I know it's not easy, but try to have a little more faith in yourself."

You didn’t deserve the harsh words he always threw at you. You didn’t deserve any of his anger. You didn't deserve him.

"Why?" He repeated his question, his voice strained, and you didn't miss the way his jaw clenched. "Why should I?"

His arms loosened their hold around you; his hands moved down your sides, and his touch feathered light. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he couldn’t quite let go just yet.

You paid it no mind. Only staring back into his eyes with the same kindness he was so used to, the one he had grown to treasure.

"You have a right to feel the way you do, Logan. And I can't claim to understand what you've been through. I can't begin to imagine. But you are a good man. A little rough around the edges, maybe, but you’ve shown me time and time again that you're trying."

A smile crept its way onto your face, and a soft giggle escaped past your lips.

Now, to be fair, he was used to hearing your laughter. With your… odd sense of humor, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. But, this would be one of the firsts to add to his collection.

The one reserved for him and him only.

Your laughter wasn’t loud, or annoying, or anything like Wade's. It was soft, sweet, and oh-so pleasant.

You were looking at him. Staring up at him with such love and warmth. You didn't even realize it, but he did.

"Besides, who wouldn't be a little grouchy waking up to that handsome face every morning?"

And, now, he was repulsed by the unwelcome vision of a certain masked man making his way into his head. He was so disgusted by the thought he didn’t bother responding. He didn't want to.

So, instead, he moved.

He had a habit of moving on his own and not thinking about it. It went from his hands going to your sides, and now, his hands reaching out to press against the door behind you.

You were pinned against the door, and the way you looked at him didn’t change. Of course, it didn't. Your eyes were always kind. They always were.

You were leaning against the door. Looking at him, waiting.

And he stared back.

He was so close, and he was tempted to pull away. To take a step back and leave. It would be the best for both of you; at least, he thinks so.

He couldn't give you anything.

He had nothing.

There was only himself. His body. His mind. His past.

His claws, too, if that counted for anything.

But, besides those, there was nothing.

He wasn’t a bad man, but he wasn't good either. Not like you were. He couldn’t possibly begin to match you, not even if he tried.

Which is why he had no intention of trying.

Yet, even as he thought that, his body moved even closer. The dog tags he had never taken off since he was given them hung loosely, dangling in front of your face.

One of your hands was on his chest, the other gripping onto the material of his shirt.

"Logan."

You spoke his name so softly. Almost a whisper, and yet, the sound of it was all his senses were focused on.

Your gaze shifted between his eyes and lips, and the hand that had been holding onto his shirt moved, reaching up to his shoulder.

The touch was light, as if hesitant, and it caused him to lean even closer.

It was so close. You were so close. You had been before, but never like this. Never in the way he wanted.

He wanted you so badly.

And you were right there. Looking at him with those eyes, with a soft, tender smile, and with an expression he didn't recognize.

He knew that was an invitation. You were always an open book, and your body language was no different.

And it wasn't the first time you did so.

There were many times when you looked at him. Your eyes trailing over his face. Your gaze went downwards, lingering before you snapped out of it and looked away.

He always saw it, always knew it was there, but he just chose to ignore it. He wasn’t in the right mind, then. He was just another broken man, struggling to get by, trying his best.

Trying to find some meaning in his life.

But, even now, he was still hesitant. Even after coming all the way here and making his intentions clear, he struggled with it.

"Are you sure?"

Because you were so much better than him.

Because he could still remember the day the two of you met. How much of an asshole he was, how rude, how angry.

It wasn’t until the seventh time you approached him that he realized that he had met someone who genuinely, wholeheartedly cared.

It wasn't until the twentieth time you approached him that he finally accepted it.

He could never forget the way you smiled and spoke to him, even though he had given you no reason to.

"Hi, Logan!"

You would say.

"Good morning!"

You would wave.

"Have a nice day, Logan."

You would nod, even though the man himself chose to ignore you. Goddamn it. You were so much better than him.

Much purer. Much more innocent.

You had a heart of gold, and a soul as white as snow. You were so good, so kind, and the thought of soiling you, of ruining your light with his darkness, it scared him.

It was the sole reason he didn't give in, even now, with you offering yourself to him.

He didn't want to ruin you.

"Yes."

No hesitation. No second thoughts.

Your eyes were so kind. So full of love, and the same emotion reflected back in his own.

But, even with the clear sign of assurance, he still felt the need to create one last line of defense.

With the hand against the door, he peeled it back enough to have your eyes catch sight of the fist it made.

In a millisecond, he unleashed his claws and slammed his fist against the door, the sharp adamantium easily slicing through the wood, causing the door to crack.

And, yet, no reaction. Not a single flinch, not a wince, not even a hitch of breath.

You weren't afraid. Not at all. Even as the claws were mere inches from your face, you weren't scared.

The corners of your mouth twitched. Upwards, and it soon bloomed into a bright smile.

He retracted his claws, and gave you another once-over, just to be sure, and you responded by lifting your hand, grasping the metal chain hanging from his neck.

Your fingers grazed against the cool metal, and your smile softened before turning into a small grin.

"For a man who states he isn’t scared of anything, you sure have a lot of defense mechanisms, Logan."

Teasing. That was a new one for you.

He liked it.

"Say it again." Now, finally, you showed a different expression. Confusion mixed with curiosity. You were wondering what he meant. "My name."

"Logan."

For you, his actions were mere seconds. You had no time to process the feeling of his breath against your lips. The feeling of his stubble tickling your skin. The feeling of his warm, dry lips pressed against yours.

But, for him, it was a slow, steady motion. He took his time. He pulled you closer, his hands moving from the door and cupping the back of your head and your waist.

The kiss was soft. Gentle. Nothing rushed.

He held you like you were fragile. Like you were made of porcelain and could break at any moment. He could, theoretically, but he would rather go through Cassandra’s entire repertoire of torture than hurt you.

He lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms around his neck, his own pulling you closer, his fingers digging into your skin.

You tasted exactly how you were. Pure. Sweet.

Like heaven.

He was sure he was leaving that of the bitter alcohol he had downed on your lips, but you didn't seem fussy about it.

Not that he could focus on anything else, anyway.

He was too distracted by the way his tongue danced with yours.

Too focused on the taste of your mouth.

Too distracted by the way your hands made themselves a home in his wet hair. They would tug every once in a while, releasing a groan he hadn’t known was there.

He was too distracted to care.

He was too lost in your scent. Wade always called him that character from that shity vampire movie due to his nose.

He always disagreed until you happened to mention the resemblance. Then, and only then, did he see the logic.

And you saw the logic here, too—the logic of how good you melted together. Experiencing it now made him question his decision to stay away.

If it was always going to be this good, this intoxicating, he should’ve done it a long time ago.

He should've taken the chance.

It would've saved the two of you a lot of frustration, and a lot of headaches.

But it didn't matter. He was here now.

And, as his foot broke into the door, mouth still latched onto yours, with him figuring his way about your apartment, he thought:

It doesn't matter.

As long as I’m here.

As long as you’re in my arms.

It doesn't matter.

Fortunately, that meant he didn’t have to wake up to that toupee-stapled face every morning, as he had so dreadfully imagined.

Unfortunately, it also meant that the next time he saw Wade, he would have to deal with him talking his ears off about what had transpired.

But, for now, he could live with that.

He was more focused on the fact on making sure you weren’t regretting your choice.

You sleepily open your eyes, looking at the quiet landscape around you. The beams of sunlight freckled over your face like soft kisses. Your eyes fell down to your lap, where you were greeted by a sleeping cowboy, hat tipped over his eyes. He was sprawled out, hands clasped over his chest, and used your thighs as a pillow.

You smiled at the pretty sight.

Carefully removing the hat from him, you admired the pretty cowboy. A lone man who comes and visits you for days spent much like this. He's never much for conversation. Lets you chatter on about books, and science, and complain about how Mrs. Fields lectures you about needing to get married. He'd just smile, occasionally share a witty remark as he bites into the sandwich you made him.

Today was no different, you both fell asleep underneath the old willow. Took a nice walk through the fields, hand in hand, and he picked you some flowers which laid by your side still, becoming slightly wilted.

You began to pet his hair gently, admiring the details of his face. Tired eyes, a cute nose, and a smile that makes you weak in the knees. You could see that smile slowly forming as you continue to pet him.

"I know you're awake." You teased. He cracked open an eye, then closed it again, adjusting himself on your lap.

"Only for a moment." He mutters.

"Mhm." You hummed, continuing to brush through his hair. You looked at the way his brows concentrate together and think back to your nap, where you were dreaming of him.

He lets out a deep content sigh, his body relaxing back into the grass and the comfort of you.

"Logan?"

"Yes darling?"

"What do you dream about?"

He was silent for a moment, before opening his eyes and staring up at the leaves of the willow. You could see him thinking, before closing his eyes again.

"You don't want to know the dreams of a cowboy." He finally replies.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't." You retort. "Pretty please?"

A small scoff, and he sighs. "It's silly."

"I'm sure it's not."

A heartbeat passed. " A home."

Your heart stopped for a minute, as you paused from your stroking. He opened his eyes again to look at you- expecting you to make a joke or taunt him for his words. You didn't, a soft expression on your face- your eyes bright and curious.

"Really?" You asked.

"Not just any home." He closed his eyes again. "One that's deep in a valley. Surrounded by open plains and spruces. Place I could call my own, something different- but familiar."

You were a bit taken back by his answer. Not a man of many words, you could always see he held a certain sadness in his eyes. Sometimes it disappears when he's with you, but always returns- and you wish you could take that sadness away permanent. Not when a man like him has brought joy to your life- something to look forward too during the mundane.

You now wonder if that's why you both are attracted to each other. You crave the adventure he lives in, while he craves the comfort you have. Maybe somehow, you could be each others peace.

A soft wind blew, blowing the cascading branches that sheltered you and Logan from the world. The leaves whispered in the wind, and you wondered if they were talking about you and him.

"Would you...Want anyone to be with you?" You ask softly. He opened his eyes. He looked up at you, and in his silence sat up and turned to his side, lying across your lap and using his elbow to keep himself propped up.

He grabbed his hat, placing it atop your head. A smile grew on your face, as a small groan escaped him as he stretched.

"If you'll have me." He says. "Darling."

When Wolverine first joined the X-Men, he was still quite violent/angry- even a little scary, really- but the kids loved his grumpy ass. He was blunt, rough around the edges, wry humor that didn't always land- the kids called it dad or old man humor- but everyone saw how much he cared for the students and the X-Men. And they all saw how he had a favorite.

He hated you at first. That's harsh, and not the complete truth- he hated how you made him feel, how easy you greeted him and how fast you crawled your way into his ribs, nestling against his heart like you didn't need to know his past, like you saw him and saw exactly what he was and will be. Most of the time, he forgot how much he had been fighting to know his past when he was with you.

Every time Professor X would look at him, with that soft glance and knowing smirk like he's been in his shoes, Logan would tense and grumble about how the old man should keep out of his head. But Xavier didn't need to search his mind, it was written all over his body, all over the way his face relaxed and his eyes got droopy just from hearing your laugh.

Neither of you were subtle. You'd say it to anyone who'd listen- "I want him. You're invited to the wedding." No shame at all in your love for him, in the way you flirted with him, like the poor man's brain wasn't frying just because you called him by name. And him because, no matter what, he always found his way to your side, knuckles brushing yours, or behind you, fingers itching to hook around the loop of your pants, under your belt, pinch the back of your dress or shirt.

The only time he relaxed seemed to be in your presence, and the others used that to their advantage. He got mad, snappy, at one of them? "Oh, I heard (Name) loves flowers-" and Logan just short-circuits, brain cells seemingly rearranging as his tense shoulders drop. "...What kind?" They use that little information as much as they can- it's just like watching an old dog huff for attention.

You notice it too, soon enough, but you give him time to come to terms with it. Not like you don't enjoy his lingering eyes and the warmth of his presence at your side. Doesn't mean you can't have a bit of fun with that.

When he forgot some papers he needed for a lesson, he asked you to get them for him, and when you came back and handed them over, he grumbled about being too old for this stuff, and you saw your opportunity. "It's alright, hun'. It's why you have me." He doesn't freeze at your words, but your kiss to his cheek does make him stop his movement.

The kids watch the man stare into the void for about thirty minutes, lesson forgotten as he wakes from his daydream and just leaves. They knew he was going after you.

The first date was full of awkwardness in Logan's opinion. His hands were shaking, palms sweaty, he almost drank perfume just to make sure his mouth didn't stink- He wanted, needed, you to like him, to want him in your life and by your side. He calms quickly when you intertwine your fingers with his.

He's clingy. If before he was trying to hide his need to be near you, now he's just a cuddly cat, leaning against you, hand on your back or shoulder, pinky hooked against yours, and if you thought you'd be safe in your room, you were wrong.

The man has one arm around your neck, the other around your middle, legs crossing with yours, and his face buried against your skin or hair. He sleeps like a baby, and you do too. With the fan on.

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Gambit:

Remy is the biggest, softest teddy bear ever when it comes to you

seeing you tired and uncomfortable feels like a punch in the gut for him, so he makes it his mission to right things

Anything you need or want, he'll get for you

Need better painkillers? He's already at the store.

Just want to take a nap together? He’s dragging you to the nearest soft surface and holding you for hours

He cooks you all of your favorite comfort foods and keeps pints of your favorite ice creams stocked in your freezer

He’s a big, strong guy, and because of his mutation he's always super warm to the touch

Not only does that make him fantastic to cuddle, but he becomes your personal heating pad (and he loves every second of it!)

Remy would go to the ends of the earth to fulfill even your slightest whim, meaning this man won’t sleep until he’s convinced you’re as happy, well fed, and comfortable as can be :)

Deadpool:

whoever said laughter was the best medicine is 100% right

his first line of defense is to distract you with humor

Wade is very used to blood and everything but the way you’re expected to just go about your day like everything is fine while you’re actively bleeding out is crazy to him

so crazy that he honestly finds you kinda scary (which in turn makes him find you even more sexy)

because of that he’d basically becomes your dedicated house husband for a week every month, frilly printed apron included

he’s doing laundry! (with too much soap)

he’s cooking dinner! (it’s burnt on one side, raw on the other, and somehow both over seasoned and extremely bland)

he’s giving you a massage at the end of each day! (theres no catch here. His hands are literal magic)

If your cramps get too bad, he even offers to let you stab him so he can better sympathize with you.

though if you accept, it’ll just leave you both on the couch to groan in pain

Logan:

Logan, bless him, genuinely wouldn't know what to do at first

He knows it's just nature, but that doesn't make seeing you in pain any easier to deal with

It's not long before he becomes committed to fixing it (or at least easing your discomfort)

He'd secretly spend hours researching what he should do in his current situation

only to show up at your door that evening with big gift basket full of your favorite treats and products

Logan is a stoic man, so learning that he memorized all of your favorite things nearly brings you to tears

(but your tears turn into laughter when you see how panicked he is at your reaction)

after you take some medicine, you grab the snacks he brought you and settle in for a cute movie night

this is the only time he’ll let you decide what to watch, and he only groans loudly (no claws this time) when you pick something cheesy or romantic :)

they’re such bullies i’m so sorry

expect a TON of short jokes (mostly Wade) 

and expect them to parry anything you say with “you’re short” (mostly Logan)

you will always be their arm rest, you have no say in it

standing in line? Logan’s leaning his arm on your shoulder. 

at a party? Wade’s propping himself up on the top of your head 

Logan LOVES how short you are too and manhandles you at any opportunity 

if you’re being a brat, he won’t hesitate to remind you that he is bigger than you

whether that’s him throwing you over his shoulder or just standing real close to you so you can see the height difference up close & personal 

as soon as Wade sees Logan in, he can’t help himself—he’ll slide up on your other side and smush you between the two of them 

they’re such teases they’ll talk about you like you’re not completely stuck between them

“nice weather we’re having, hey?”

“oh yeah, real nice bub”

they’ll keep chatting until you’re whining and pushing against them to just get out 

Wade LOVES putting things on shelves too high for you to reach just so he can watch you struggle 

and Logan the absolute menace will lean against the wall with his arms crossed and watch you hop to reach your phone charger 

they’ll sit there and watch you struggle until you turn on them with sad eyes and suddenly they’re racing to get it down for you 

these mfs are so protective they will not leave your side whenever you go to parties/the bar

one of them is glued to you 24/7 (even when they’re not physically with you, they’re watching you too) 

and anyone in the general area (07) knows not to fuck with you

on especially hard days, your size is just what they need 

coming home from fighting crazy strong villains & mutants to their cute short s/o? nothing better in the whole world

masterlist

Trilogy Logan -

Trilogy Logan is relentless in finding you. The whole team is behind you but in his mind he's a one man show and he will be the one to find you. He doesn't care who he has to go through, what he has to do. He's getting you back. When he does find you he scoops you up in his arms and carries you back to the jet. He can hear your heart racing and the way you're holding in your tears. You want to be strong for the team and for him but he can feel how close you are to breaking. So he just holds you tight and once you're alone on the jet he whispers

"I got you sweetheart, I got you."

DOFP Logan -

Logan is pissed the fuck off. How dare anyone try and ruin his peace and use you to get to him. Not on his watch. Super off topic but he's sooo hot in his suit but anyways. He's a lot more calculated with his actions and doesn't even need the team to come save you. Nothing's going to stop him from saving you. He doesn't hesitate to slash his way through your captors. Leaving one alive just so they can send a message not to fuck with him again. You aren't worried for a second, in fact you almost feel bad for your captors for messing with the Wolverine. When he finds you, you're relieved to see him but can't help the smart remark of "Took you long enough," and he just smirks and replies with

"Sorry, the traffic was terrible"

Old Man Logan -

He's an animal. He may be old and weaker but when someone threatens you, even thinks about hurting you, it's game over. He's a complete bloody mess by the time he finds you. He spared no mercy, their blood coating his claws but he doesn't care. He feels guilty too. Very guilty. I imagine this happens soon after you go off on your own because of an argument where he said he doesn't love you. It's just him getting in his own head and thinking he doesn't deserve you so he sabotages himself. When he finds you he's just on his knees begging for you to forgive him.

"Fuck, I didn't mean a damn word."

Worst Logan -

He's terrified inside and that fear channels into pure animalistic rage. There's also a lot of guilt just like with old man Logan but his guilt comes from thinking he's not good enough for you and in his head this just proves it. I mean you got kidnapped because of him. Him and Wade waste no time in teaming up and Logan is growling and snarling his way to you. Though all that rage melts away when he finally gets to you. He's got you wrapped up in his arms it's a complete 180.

Optimus most often kisses the back of your hand

He learned this way of showing affection while delving into Earth’s culture. Perhaps he read about it in one of the books you recommended to him. Maybe he saw a scene where a gentleman kissed his chosen one exactly in that spot. What matters most to him is the meaning of such a kiss and the emotions tied to it.

Optimus could pour all his love into a single gesture. Demonstrate to the whole world that he has the most wonderful partner and is endlessly grateful for your presence in his life. Make such a kiss merely a greeting, but Optimus desires you to see the multifaceted nature of his feelings toward you

When he bows down and takes your hand in his servo, he wants to show the respect he holds for you. By brushing his thumb over the back of your hand, he demonstrates gentleness and support. Finally, by enveloping your knuckles with his lips, he pours all his adoration into the gesture. He reveals his admiration for you in the least intrusive way, so as not to overwhelm you with the true strength of his love. He shows respect, proving his gallantry

He wouldn’t hesitate to kneel on one knee during a hand kiss to further emphasize his feelings. To meet you at eye level, look optics to eyes, or make you look down on him. He would renounce the title of Prime in your honor. For you, he is simply Optimus, striving to unveil the boundless, infinite love he has for you <3

Ratchet most often kisses the top of your head

He is a busy mech, often working overtime on research and ensuring no Autobot faces health issues. He doesn’t have time to be romantic. He rarely takes you on rides, and persuading him to go for a walk around the hangar borders on a miracle. Even in his private habsuite, he only appears sporadically, sacrificing recharge for a few more hours of work. And constant exhaustion means using mass shifting is out of the question for fear of fainting and possibly harming you

Still, Ratchet wants to be a good partner—or at least try to be. To thank you for choosing such an old mech, despite being a young human, without having to say it outright. To convey what he struggles to say aloud. To appreciate your constant presence and the support you give him, even when you do nothing extraordinary

That’s why he loves kissing the top of your head. You don’t need to do anything special—just sit there reading a book—and suddenly you feel passion and gratitude in the touch of his lips on your hair. But before you can ask, Ratchet is already back at work, leaving behind only his silent love

He’s always gentle, blending the precision of a medic with the softness of affection in his kisses. Sometimes he lingers there a little longer, taking in the scent of your shampoo, experiencing the unique texture of your hair—both firm and fluffy. If he’s feeling particularly sentimental, he wraps his servo around your back. It’s his way of showing he’s there for you, even when his work often keeps him away. To remind you of his feelings, that they still hold him firmly by the spark <3

Smokescreen loves kissing you on the lips

He’s a young mech, full of energy and hungry for experiences. That vitality is something he wants to share in his kisses, along with his passion for life—and most importantly, his weakness for you.

He seizes every possible opportunity. Greeting you, saying goodbye, or simply showing affection. He always aims for your lips, even in front of others, as he has no problem with PDA. Besides, he wants others to know you’re taken. That you belong to him, just as he belongs to you. And there’s no better way to express that than through a kiss

He loves catching you off guard. First, he runs his servo through your hair, then leans in to kiss one corner of your mouth, only to immediately claim your lips because he has no patience for the other corner

It’s worth noting that he’s terrible at kissing due to a lack of experience. He focuses more on showing than perfecting, losing his senses around you, always craving more and more. His intake moves impulsively across your lips, chasing the motion of your mouth, often outpacing you in his insatiable appetite for affection. Eventually, it leaves you with swollen lips, breathless, and a very satisfied Smokey, already eager for the next make-out session <3

Bumblebee places kisses on your cheeks

Or at least he would, if his lips were accessible. As a young mech fascinated by human culture and well-versed in its nuances, he knows how significant kisses are in human relationships. It pains him deeply that he can’t give you such an important experience, no matter how often you reassure him it’s not his fault and that you don’t hold it against him. Bee still feels disheartened about it. That’s why he’s come up with his own way of showing physical affection

He nuzzles your cheeks with his battle mask, always remembering to do both sides. It’s a sweet gesture he’s utterly addicted to, so much so that he’ll “kiss” you this way at every opportunity. Greeting you, he caresses your cheeks, chirping cheerfully and listening to the melody of your radiant laughter, immensely pleased that he’s its source

If he’s mass shifted, he always pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your back, practically supporting your entire weight against his chassis. In this position, he has perfect access to your face, which he overzealously takes advantage of. He snuggles into the softness of your cheek, tracing uneven circles and pushing his mask forward as if truly planting a kiss. If only he could, he’d spend an eternity pampering your face, pouring all his nonverbal love into the gesture <3

Megatron particularly loves kisses on the palm of your hand

At first, he simply wanted to surprise you with his tenderness. To prove that he even possesses it, doubting your trust that he could be anything more than a domineering, unfeeling tyrant. That’s why, when he first took your hand and placed a kiss in its center, he got exactly the reaction he anticipated: surprise, but also bashfulness, that the mighty Megatron could treat you with such calculated delicacy

Over time, such kisses became almost an everyday occurrence for you both. He leaves kisses to draw your attention when you’re lost in thought, focused on something other than him. To elicit the reaction he desires, to see the smile on your face and that captivating shyness, so rare in your usual demeanor

He grabs your wrist to guide your forearm into supination, bringing your hand to his lips with a roguish grin because he knows he’ll surprise you again. His kisses in that spot are subtle, unhurried, but they remind you always to think of him. He always looks straight into your eyes, as if showing respect—or perhaps issuing a challenge? Or maybe, deep within his spark, he’s a gentleman

It’s undeniable that he has class. He’s calculated and self-assured, traits that carry over to his kisses. He always knows exactly where to "strike" to tickle you or send shivers down your spine. He knows the effect he has on you—how you squirm when he lets his shark-like teeth lightly graze your skin, mocking your self-control. In a way, he plays with you, teasing only to stop and move to another spot, this time the base of your thumb. Again, he proves his tenderness, cherishing and adoring, only to move to yet another place, striving to show you that his feelings for you burn as fiercely as the values he believes in <3

Soundwave loves to kiss your forehead

Another mech without a mouth who’s devised his own way of compensating for having a display screen instead of a face and a human significant other. With access to all the information on the internet, he knows well that humans love kissing and that it’s important to them. That’s why he’s determined not to deprive you of this pleasure, to not deny you something you deserve due to his anatomical limitation

So, Soundwave touches his forehead to yours. It’s a delicate gesture but carries the weight of his complex and multilayered feelings for you. It shows that he cares, that he’s there for you—even when he spends countless hours standing by a console. He doesn’t need breaks, capable of working endlessly, but for you, breaks have become a daily ritual in his life, just to prove that he’s with you, not just in thought

He pulls you close until you’re level with his faceplate, tilting his helm to connect your foreheads in an unusual yet tender kiss. He loves when you close your eyes during this gesture, giving him tangible proof that this form of affection satisfies you and that you’re content with his efforts, no matter how minimal they might seem. You validate him, giving him a sense of trust that you don’t regret entering a relationship with him

Sometimes, he tilts his helm in a similar gesture while working, as if kissing you from afar. Manifesting you suddenly before him, so he could spend hours in such a position, foreheads melded together in a silent confession of love. He often misses you, and that longing later translates into prolonged sessions of such kisses, as he strokes your forehead with his, trying to pour all his feelings into the gesture <3

Starscream most often kisses your neck

Not necessarily to spark desire and lure you to the berth. Starscream isn’t a sappy mech. He’s not romantic, but his kisses bear the weight of his complicated and uneasy feelings for you. Sometimes they’re soft and sweet; other times, they’re fierce and fiery, trying to engulf you in flames of yearning. He has no qualms about kissing your hand to achieve a similar effect, but kisses on the neck hold great significance for him

He can lose himself in them—in the sensation of skin beneath his lips, the warmth radiating from it. The bones pressing against the flesh, the moles, scars, and marks. Above all, he loses himself in the feeling of reducing the world to your form alone. In the hollow of your neck, he hides from the demons that haunt him. He doesn’t feel Megatron’s breath on his nape, nor the impossible duties, broken promises, and missteps. There’s only you and the safety you offer, even if you can’t truly protect him

He can spend hours like this—or as long as his duties aboard the Nemesis allow—exploring your neck with his lips. Sometimes, he nips at your skin when he wants to extract a compliment from you, but most of the time, he tries to be gentle, as much as his ego permits. Hidden and surrounded by you, grateful for your presence, though he’ll never say it aloud

With his limbs wrapped around you, he pulls you to his chassis. There’s no escape from this trap; Starscream ensures you sit perfectly before him, where he has ideal access to your exposed neck still bearing traces of your previous rendezvous. He immediately buries his helm in your softness, kissing a trail from your collarbone to your ear. Subtle at times, yet swift, as if trying to devour you—eager to seize the rare opportunity for genuine and natural contentment obtained without schemes or deception. Just you and him, mutually showering each other with affection <3

It’s no surprise that Knockout adores French kisses

However, to "mature" to them, the Decepticons’ sex symbol has to overcome a long road of shedding his phobia of human bodily fluids. Only then does he discover how incredibly satisfying it is to explore your intakes with his glossa. How much passion he can convey through this gesture, showing desire not just through interfacing

He usually catches you off guard. Maybe you weren’t paying him enough attention, or maybe he just suddenly felt the urge to kiss you. He places his servos on either side of you, trapping you with no way out, and starts to charm you before launching into fireworks

He quickly learned what to do to make a kiss anything but average. It took a few tries—in the beginning, your kisses felt more like bumping faces—but Knockout has a knack for kissing. He can adapt to your rhythm or set his own. With unrelenting fervor and intensity, he explores the depths of your mouth. He never cares if anyone’s watching or not

Knockout can be quite possessive, a trait that shows in his kisses. He’s not bothered by PDA; any fear of your relationship being exposed to the public has long been forgotten when he can show everyone who you belong to. This often impacts his patients, who must patiently wait until Knockout reaches a satisfactory level of affection to pull away. Otherwise, you’re inseparable.

He won’t let go until he’s sure he’s poured all his feelings into the kiss—the ugly and the tender, the physical and the ones rooted in his spark