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Between the Lines of Hatred (Part 2)

Hey everyone! here is part 2 of "Between the Lines of Hatred"... ENJOY!

Warnings: cussing, sensitive topics, implied smut, minors please DNI

PS: future chapters WILL include smut.

Between The Lines of Hatred Part 1

The Next day - Charles's Office

(Y/N's POV)

"I can't believe we're having this conversation again. The constant arguing between you two needs to stop. And to make matters worse, it all happened in front of the students with profanity, no less? Completely unacceptable," Charles said, clearly frustrated. It was one of the rare moments where he truly lost his composure.

"Oh, he started it?!" you barked, eyes locked on Logan like you were ready to attack him. "I was actually trying to help with his nightmares, but no he just had to throw a tantrum and nearly scare the hell out of the students. And then had the nerve to act like a total ass on top of it."

Gosh Logan really brought out the worst in me sometimes.

Logan cocked an eyebrow, utterly unimpressed, as he lit his cigar with the kind of slow, smug ease that made your blood boil. He took a drag, exhaled a lazy cloud of smoke, and let out a laugh that oozed mockery.

"Bravo," he sneered. "Really, standing ovation. That little meltdown was peak drama. Did you practice in front of the mirror, or are you just naturally that pathetic? Face it, you’ve been waiting to throw a tantrum ever since I bruised your ego yesterday. Congrats, you finally got your pity party... and an audience."

I stayed silent, my eyes locked on him, burning with silent rage. Arguing felt pointless now. Tears blurred my vision, overwhelmed by how bitter and heartless he was.

"Alright, that’s enough," Charles said firmly. "I think it’s best if both of you take a step back from each other for now. We’ll discuss this later. For now, you’re dismissed."

"I apologize for raising my voice Charles" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, before turning and leaving his office.

(Logan's POV)

I watched Y/N walk out of Charles’s office, then followed her a few moments later. I felt like absolute shit.

Last night had been one of the worst. The nightmares felt so vivid, yet distant like they weren’t even my own. I couldn’t make sense of it. And on top of everything, Y/N had witnessed things she shouldn’t have, things I’d kept buried, maybe even from myself. So, when I saw her in my room, I just... snapped.

She meant well I know that. But I pushed it too far.

And to make matters worse, I wasn’t in my right mind. When I woke up, instinct took over...I pinned her to the ground without thinking. I hurt her. Not intentionally, but that doesn’t change what happened. Later, I saw the faint bruises on her neck where my hands had been, and it felt like I’d been kicked in the gut.

Hurting her was never supposed to happen. But maybe it was inevitable… I’ve already done enough damage with the things I say to her.

When she was in my room… God, she looked perfect. So soft, so kind. Her eyes held something warm something real. She’s different. And that terrifies me. Because what I’m starting to feel… it’s something I’ve never really felt before. But that’s exactly why I have to keep her at a distance. I can’t let her get close.

I was on my way to my room, but my steps slowed as I passed hers. I told myself to keep walking to leave it alone, but the guilt was louder than my pride. I couldn’t let it end like that. The least I could do was face her… and apologize.

Knock. Knock.

"Who is it?" Her voice came through, soft and delicate.

"It’s me... Logan," I said, trying to sound composed. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I didn’t expect her to say yes. She didn’t owe me that.

She cracked the door open, just enough to lean her head out.

"What do you want, Logan?" she asked quietly, her eyes slightly red clearly showing she’d been crying.

"Listen..." I exhaled deeply. "I’m sorry for what happened last night, for hurting you... and for causing that." I gestured toward her neck, where the faint bruises were still visible. "I wasn’t thinking clearly... Hell, I don’t even think I was fully awake."

Silence hung between us. She just stood there, staring at me for what felt like forever.

"It’s fine... they’ll fade eventually." Her voice was quiet, almost distant.

"I never meant to hurt you, you know?" I glanced down, feeling the weight of my own words.

"I know you didn’t," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I appreciate the apology, though. We’re good."

I nodded slowly "So uh....I'll see you later?" I stuttered a bit not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah... I'll see you soon." She gave me a faint smile before closing the door as I turned to leave.

(Y/N's POV)

Am I dreaming, or did that shit really happen?. Logan Howlett actually fucking apologized to me. What the hell changed in those few minutes? Did Charles force him to do it?

You know what... I’m just gonna take win and stop asking questions.

(2:00 am) That Night

I couldn’t sleep for some reason. Maybe it’s because I’ve gone two days without my coffee, and now I’m really craving it. So, I headed to the kitchen to make myself a cup.

I walk in and find Logan sitting at the table, sipping on a soda. Typical. The guy substitutes soda for alcohol since we don’t have any in the school. If alcohol actually did something for him, I’d call him a full-on drunk by now.

"Hey," I said quietly as I walked in. "What are you doing up so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing... you're usually passed out by now."

How the hell would he know that? I thought to myself.

"I've gone two days without coffee, so I think I'm having a bit of a withdrawal," I said with a light chuckle.

Logan gave a small smile. Damn, I actually got him to smile for once.

"Kinda ironic, isn’t it? Coffee’s supposed to keep you awake, and here you are making it to help you sleep."

"I’ve been drinking coffee every single day since I was sixteen. I just haven’t had it the past couple days because… well, I guess everything going on made me forget."

Logan gave a small nod and dropped his gaze, like he just had a quiet moment of realization of "great, I was a jerk, and now you can’t sleep because of me!"

"But all’s good now. I’m finally making it, and honestly? I feel great."

"That’s good. You deserve it after a full day of dealing with those kids back to back."

Did Logan just compliment me? Okay… what alternate reality did I wake up in today?

I let out a soft chuckle. “Thanks,” I said while picking up my freshly made cup of coffee.

“Well… I’ll get out of your hair now. Didn’t mean to interrupt your night,” I added with a small smile. “Now that my coffee’s ready, I’ll just take it back to my room. Sleep well.” I gave him another quick smile and turned to head out.

“Wait,” he said quietly.

I turned around to face him and gave a confused look “Yeah?”

He gestured toward my coffee mug. “Mind making me a cup of that? I always see you drinking it, and I’ve gotta admit it smells pretty damn good. Figured since you’re so obsessed with it, I’d finally see what the fuss is about… that is, if you don’t mind.”

"Uh, sure, of course! I don't mind at all. Trust me, once you try it, you’ll be hooked," I said with a grin.

He smirked. "We’ll see about that, sweetheart."

Sweetheart? That nickname nearly made my heart leap out of my chest.

I quickly went to make him the coffee, and the silence between us felt a little awkward. I could practically feel his eyes on me. What was he thinking? This was probably the longest conversation we’d had without wanting to strangle each other.

"Alright... now, one of the most important steps before drinking your coffee is..." I opened a cupboard in the corner of the kitchen, revealing my collection of mugs stacked neatly. "Which one will you choose?"

Logan’s eyes widened. “Jesus, Y/N… you have a mug collection? How much did you spend on all that?”

“Hey, don’t judge! I just happen to have a thing for mugs. Now pick one.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is there really a point? I’ll take any mug. The coffee’s gonna taste the same no matter what it’s in.”

"Oh, you’re so wrong, my friend. The mug you pick is what makes the coffee taste better. It’s all about your mood, the weather, how it feels in your hand, handle or no handle? And let’s not forget how it feels against your lips. Every little detail counts!" I say proudly.

Logan stared at me, completely confused, his lips slightly parted as he chuckled. “Alright then... don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a piece of work. But since you were kind enough to make me the coffee, I’ll go ahead and pick a mug.”

He started scanning the cupboard, clearly trying to decide.

“How about this one?” He points to one of my silver mugs that had the surface carved with a detailed dragon design.

“Ah, this is one of my all-time favorites. Excellent choice,” I said with a smile, taking the mug and pouring the coffee into it.

"Now.. for the moment of truth" I hand him the coffee mug and await him to take a sip.

Logan grabbed the mug and took a deep sip of the coffee, then paused for a moment as if he was savouring the taste to form an opinion.

"Soooo? Thoughts? Come on the anticipation is killing me here" I say impatiently

"You wanna know what I really think?" He asks

Uh-oh... you thought to yourself, Please don’t let this be one of his sarcastic remarks that ruins the moment and ends up making me mad again.

"What?" you ask with a bit of hesitation.

"I think this is the best cup of coffee I've had in a long ass time"

What. The. Fuck.

"Really?" I asked in excitement.

"Really?" he says smiling. "But seriously, you should probably see someone about your mug addiction. I mean, come on, you’ve gotta have at least a hundred of them in there!" he teases.

"Oh, ha ha, very funny," I reply. "But you see these mugs? Each one has a story behind it that I hold close to my heart."

He arched an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What’s the story behind the one I’m holding then?"

"Ah, that one’s from the UK," I said, my voice softening. "My dad got it for me during our family trip to Edinburgh."

The memory came rushing in like a punch to the chest. I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat as my eyes began to blur with tears.

That was back when life actually felt good. Before they found out I was a mutant. Before they turned their backs on me and left me to survive on my own.

“Those were better days…” I trailed off, lost in thought.

"Your family still around?" he asked.

"Oh, they're around," I said with a dry laugh.

"You, uh... still talk to em? See em?"

I scoffed. "Yeah, right. Once they found out I was a mutant, I was basically dead to them. They kicked me out when I was 18. Thankfully, Charles found me not too long after, and I've been here ever since."

He went quiet for a moment before clearing his throat. "I'm sorry. That kind of hurt cuts deep....especially when it comes from family."

“It does,” I said quietly. “But I’ve made peace with it. The people here? They’ve become my real family. It’s not about blood, it’s about the ones who truly see you, accept you, and choose to stay. That’s what family really is.”

He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you’ve got a point.”

I let out a long yawn. “Okay, not that I’m not loving this heart-to-heart convo, but I am way past my bedtime. The coffee finally kicked in, did its job, and now I’m crashing. So… I’m gonna call it a night. But hey… this was nice,” I admitted with a small smile.

Logan gave a soft grin. “Yeah, it was. You’re still a pain in the ass, though,” he added with his usual smirk.

Ah, there it was—the classic Logan sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Goodnight, old man.”

He chuckled as I walked off. “Goodnight, mug hoarder.”

Couple of Weeks Later

It’s been a few weeks since Logan apologized and we had that late-night conversation. Honestly? Things have been oddly… good between us. He’s backed off the constant sarcasm and shady remarks, and surprisingly we’ve had more than a few decent conversations. Even shared some laughs. It’s weird, but in a good way.

I’ve got to admit, this version of him might actually be harder to deal with because somehow, I keep finding him more attractive. I mean, you can’t exactly control who you’re into, right? It’s not my fault he’s so ridiculously handsome, effortlessly manly, and ugh those biceps… I hated how good he looked.

And to top it off, he’s got the kind of charm that could make any woman go weak in the knees. I see it in the way he interacts with them. He just never seems to let me see that side of him.

Today, Charles brought on a new professor, and the staff all gathered in his office to welcome him.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Eugene Morgrave," Charles announced. "He's a highly respected professor from another mutant academy in London, England."

"Hello everyone, pleasure to meet you" Eugene says with a thick British accent.

God, I love accents...

He was around 5'10", with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a crooked smile. He wore round glasses that resembled Harry Potter’s and honestly, they were pretty cute.

"Hello! Welcome, we're glad to have you here," Jean said with a smile, extending her hand to shake his.

In the background, Logan rolled his eyes at their brief exchange, clearly jealous. It was obvious he still had feelings for her.

One by one, everyone else greeted Eugene—Storm, Scott, Hank—each offering their own warm welcome.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," I said with a smile, shaking his hand as well.

"Yeah, uh, nice to meet you. I'm Logan," he muttered, ignoring the handshake. Instead, he lit his cigar and took a long drag, acting like he couldn’t care less and had no interest in being there.

"Eugene will be teaching all sections of Geography. Y/N, since you're familiar with the school, I'd like you to give him a tour and help him get acquainted with the students," Charles said.

I smiled. "Absolutely! I can't wait."

Logan scoffed in the background.

Everyone turned to look at him, but by now, I learned to ignore him.

"Perfect," Charles continued. "Eugene, you can leave your bags in your room and then follow Y/N for the rest of the day."

Eugene then later settled into his room and then met me in the common area, where I began showing him around the school.

"Over here is the staff kitchen," I said. "You can store anything you like. One of us takes turns each week to get the groceries, so you’ll probably be added to the list soon."

Eugene smiled. "Wow, your own staff lounge? We didn’t have anything like that back in London."

"Oh, trust me, we’re well taken care of here," I replied. "Charles really looks out for both the students and the staff. It's honestly great. And I can't wait for you to meet the students!"

I spotted Rogue, Bobby, Kitty, and Pyro in the hallway.

"Hey, guys! I’d like you to meet our new Geography professor. This is Mr. Morgrave."

"Hi there! It’s nice to meet you, sir," Rogue said with a smile.

"I’m Rogue, this is my boyfriend Bobby, my best friend Kitty, and our good friend Pyro. I think I have a class with you tomorrow afternoon."

"It’s a pleasure, Rogue, and to all of you," Eugene replied. "And yes, I’ll be teaching all the Geography sections, so I believe I’ll have all of you as my students."

"Sweet. I see Ms. Y/L/N is showing you around," Bobby said. "Be careful though she is our favourite professor so you might have some competition."

"Is she now?" Eugene turned back to me with a smirk. "Looks like beating that will be a tough challenge, but I’ll give it my best shot."

"Alright, now," I chuckled lightly. "I’d love to stick around and hear all about why I’m your favorite professor, but I still have to show him the rest of the school. We’ll catch up with you guys later."

Eugene and I said our goodbyes and walked off. From the little time I’d spent with him, I could tell he had a great sense of humour and, I’ve got to admit, he was pretty charming too. I couldn’t tell if it was him or the accent, but either way, I was intrigued.

"Say Y/N, mind if I ask you a personal question?" Eugene said, glancing at me with a raised brow.

"Uh... sure" I replied.

"That professor back in the office... Logan, I think it was? Is he your boyfriend?"

If I’d had a drink in my mouth, I would’ve spit it out from laughing. That question totally caught me off guard.

"Logan? My boyfriend?" I burst out in laughter. "Oh, Eugene, you've been here for like 20 seconds and you're already cracking me up... Of course not!" I said, still trying to catch my breath.

"Interesting," he said. "Because he didn’t look too happy when we were speaking earlier, and when Charles mentioned you'd be showing me around, he looked bloody jealous, if you ask me."

"Oh, please. Logan jealous over me? Not a chance. Honestly, I think he'd rather die alone than even consider dating me."

"Well, if that's the case, then I think he's a very foolish man. Imagine not wanting to date a beauty like yourself?"

I felt my cheeks flush. That was honestly the nicest thing a man had said to me in a very, very long time.

"Haha, well, thank you. You’re too kind."

"So, you're saying I don’t have any competition with him?"

He smirked, his gaze lingering. "I don't mind you stealing the title of favorite professor... but I’d prefer not to have to compete for your attention."

Is this actually happening? A hot British guy, openly flirting with me in broad daylight? Good god.

"Oh… I’m not sure I can say there’s any competition," I murmured, fiddling with my hands.

"Good," he said with a smirk. "Sounds like I’ll be enjoying my time here, then. Thanks for the tour. I’ll see you around, love."

He gave me a wink before turning and heading back to his room.

Oh. My. Fuck.

"And then what happened?" Storm asked, eyes wide with curiosity as she leaned in, clearly invested in my story about Eugene.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Nothing crazy—he just winked at me and walked back to his room. But get this... he called me love in that hot accent of his."

Jean was sipping on her coffee "No way. Y/N, come on he’s clearly into you."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Please. It was a little harmless flirting. It doesn’t mean anything."

"The fact that he thought Logan was your boyfriend is honestly too funny," Storm chuckled.

"I know, right?" Jean laughed. "Honestly, if he thought Scott was dating her, that would've made more sense. And I'm the one saying that!"

"It shocked me too. Apparently, he looked jealous. Pfft, yeah, right." I responded back to both of them.

"No offense, Y/N, but I highly doubt Logan would ever be jealous over you. He pretty much hates your guts," Jean blurted out.

"Jean..." Storm shot her a look that screamed, "Shut the fuck up," fully aware of how touchy the whole Logan situation was for me.

"Shit, sorry Y/N, you know what I meant."

"It's fine, don’t worry about it," I replied, forcing a small, fake smile.

Her words stung more than I expected. I knew Logan and I weren’t exactly on the best terms, and our relationship was complicated, but hearing it spoken out loud made it hit differently. If other people were noticing his so-called hatred towards me, then it must be true.

"Y/N I'm sorry to say this so abruptly but you need to get dicked down immediately" Storm spoke up trying to change the topic.

"Storm! we’re in public! Are you insane?" I raised my voice slightly at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh relax, it’s just us girls no one heard. Besides, be honest… when was the last time you actually got laid?"

I stayed silent.

"Exactly, you deserve to have a little fun too, girl. And if Eugene happens to be the one to help with that? Then by all means go for it."

"I literally just met the guy, we’ve had one conversation and you’re already talking about me sleeping with him?"

"Yes! Please, it’s not like the thought didn’t cross his mind the moment he laid eyes on you. Come on you know how men are."

"Fair point. But still....I’m a lady," I said, crossing my arms. "I’m not jumping into bed with the first guy who flirts with me. If he’s really interested, he can ask me out and get to know me properly. Otherwise, these legs? Are staying closed."

Hope you guys liked part 2! Let me know your thoughts hehe. Part 3 coming soon :)

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You Don’t Love Me Like You Used To

Plot: After a heated argument, Y/N is left feeling unwanted. But Logan is determined to prove her otherwise.

Set during the "Logan (2017)" era

Warnings: SMUT 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI, Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV, Choking

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Summary:

Y/N and Logan had been together for over a decade. By then, it was just the two of them and Charles left from the X-men. Their relationship was strong, built on years of love and trust. Unfortunately, Charles’s health had been steadily declining, which took up most of their time. Y/N cared for him while Logan was out working, and when Logan returned, he would take over so she could rest.

Although the past few years had been challenging, Y/N’s love for Logan only deepened. But lately, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t returning that same affection. The late nights at work, the minimal conversations, the constant exhaustion…it all created a growing distance between them. And that distance left her feeling quite lonely.

Present Day: (Y/N’s POV)

It’s mine and Logan’s anniversary, and I was genuinely excited. I arranged for the nurse to take care of Charles for the night so I could focus on making something special for Logan. I planned a romantic dinner—shrimp linguine, a bottle of champagne, and for a playful touch, chocolate-covered strawberries as a little aphrodisiac.

It had been so long since Logan and I had been intimate and honestly…. I need to get railed. Like immediately.

Today was one of Logan’s rare early days off, so I wanted everything to be just right. I dressed up all cute, hoping to surprise him. I didn’t get to see him this morning he always leaves before I’m up so I wanted to make tonight feel special.

I decided to go all out. I slipped into a short, scandalous black dress with nothing underneath, curled my hair, and put on some light makeup with a red lip (Logan’s favourite). I also lit the candles, set the mood, and everything was finally ready.

*A few hours pass by*

It was getting later than usual, and Logan still wasn’t home. I was starting to feel a little worried. I had tried calling him, but to my luck there was no answer.

*Midnight*

The door suddenly swung open, and Logan stumbled in, startling me. I’d been waiting for him for hours. At first, I felt a wave of relief just seeing him, but that quickly turned into frustration… and then anger.

“Where the hell have you been?” I asked in an irritated tone

“Work. Bar” Logan responded coldly

“Bar? Don’t you realize what day it is today?

He scoffed, “It’s just like any other day.”

I couldn’t believe it…Logan actually forgot our anniversary.

“Wow. I can’t believe you forgot. It’s our anniversary, you jerk,” I said, my voice rising a little louder.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly realizing he’d completely forgotten. “Oh…” he muttered.

“Is that all you’ve got to say? ‘Oh’? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you? You usually get home around 5 p.m., and I’ve been here waiting for hours. And on top of that, you didn’t even answer your phone.”

“It was dead,” he sighed. “Listen, Y/N, I had a long day. It wasn’t great. Can we celebrate another day? I’m tired, not really in the mood right now, and I just want to go to bed.”

“Fine. Go to bed,” I replied coldly. But then my eyes caught sight of his hands and I noticed the bruises. Logan’s healing isn’t what it used to be; he bruises more easily now, and it takes days for those marks to fade.

“What are those bruises on your hands?” I asked, concern creeping into my voice.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied dismissively.

“Logan, did you get into a fight AGAIN?” I demanded, raising my voice in frustration.

“Listen, I said DON’T FUCKING WORRY ABOUT IT!” he snapped.

“For fuck’s sake, can’t I just come home without you standing there like a fucking cop, grilling me about where I’ve been and what the hell I’ve done? Get the fuck off my ass!”

I stayed silent, my heart aching. He’s never raised his voice at me like this.

“As you wish” I responded with my voice trembling and tears welling up in my eyes.

Logan sighed slowly walking away “I’m going to bed” he says quietly

(Logan’s POV)

I never wanted to treat her this way. Ever since I started aging, I’ve been feeling like absolute shit. I can’t function like I used to, and it’s really messing me up.

I love Y/N with all my heart, and it hurts knowing I can’t satisfy her or treat her the way I used to. We had an unbreakable bond, but I feel ashamed of how everything turned out. So, I decided to slowly push her away…because she deserves better.

It was 3 a.m., and Y/N still hadn’t come to bed. I got up to look for her and found her sitting on a kitchen stool, completely breaking down in tears. God, I felt like such an asshole. I never meant to hurt her…

“Y/N…” I called out softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

She turned to face me, her eyes swollen and red, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

“Don’t… I don’t want to talk to you right now,” she responded with hurt.

“Y/N, I—” I started, but I didn’t even get the chance to finish. She quickly got up, stormed off to our bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it behind her.

I really fucked up.

I sat on the couch with my thoughts swirling through my head, when I suddenly heard Charles calling my name from his room.

“Logan….”

“I’m coming,” I called out, quickly rushing to his room.

“I’m here…” I responded walking in

“Sit down. I want to speak with you briefly,” he said, gesturing to the chair beside his bed. I pulled it up and sat down, giving him my full attention.

“Logan, do you know how many hours Y/N spent preparing your anniversary dinner?” he said disappointed.

I looked down, unable to meet his gaze. Shame washed over me.

“I….no I don’t”

Charles sighs. “Y/N has been waiting forever for the two of you to have some time alone. She even dipped into her savings to hire a nurse to take care of me for the night, for God’s sake.”

I shot him a quick glance. Nothing about this conversation made me feel any better, but I knew I deserved every bit of it.

“I didn’t know…” *sighs* “Fuck.”

“Logan, I know you’re tired. I know you’re working hard to provide for all of us, but don’t overlook what she’s doing. And excuse my French, but when was the last time you two were intimate? Have you seen what she wore tonight?”

I cleared my throat. Sure as hell didn’t expect Charles of all people to care about my sex life.

“No… I wasn’t really paying attention” I admitted

“You need to fix this, Logan. She craves your attention. You need each other—you’re good for each other. Don’t let her go to bed upset. Talk it out.“ he said softly.

“I know. You’re right. If only she’d let me back in the room. I think I really messed up this time,” I said, lowering my head in defeat.

Charles chuckled softly. “If there’s one thing I know for sure about Y/N, it’s that she loves you. And if you truly make the effort, she’ll forgive you.”

I nod and smiled. “Thanks Charles… really”

I stood up and walked to our bedroom, trying to talk to her through the door.

“Y/N?”

No response

“Y/N I know you’re awake. Open the door and talk to me”

Still no response. Maybe she was asleep I didn’t hear any movement inside. I decided to carefully use my claws to unlock the door.

*Click*

Once the door unlocked, I stepped inside—but she wasn’t on the bed. Strange. She wasn’t in the shower either.

I moved further into the room and there she was…leaning against the balcony railing, lost in her thoughts. She probably hadn’t even heard me come in.

It looked like she had changed out of her dinner outfit. Now she was in her pajamas. Those short shorts that hugged the curve of her ass and a tight tank top that barely left anything to the imagination. And it was driving me crazy.

Her back was to me, so I approached quietly, not wanting to startle her.

“Hey…” I said gently

She stayed still, not turning around “What do you want, Logan?”

“Listen… I’m sorry, okay? I really fucked up...I was an asshole and didn’t mean any of it.”

She remained facing away from me, completely still. The silence hung thick in the air, heavier with every passing second.

“Y/N, please… talk to me. Look at me. Yell at me. Hit me—anything,” I pleaded. “Just… say something.”

She turned around abruptly, with tears in her eyes.

“What do you want me to say, Logan?” she stammered with her voice shaking.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this. You’re always angry, always irritated, always late. You rush through every conversation with me like you can’t wait for it to end… and then you shut me out completely. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

I froze for a moment, her words hitting hard because she was right. I had been treating her like shit. Not because I stopped loving her, but because I’m ashamed of who I’ve become. Still… that’s no excuse.

“I know. And I’m sorry. I just…” I sighed deeply, struggling to find the words.

“You just what, Logan?” she choked out, her voice breaking. After a long pause, she whispered through tears, “Just admit it… you don’t love me like you used to. It’s slipping away. You’re bored of me.” Her sobs shook her as the tears streamed down her face.

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Do you honestly believe that? Y/N, I fucking love you. You’re the air I breathe, and I can’t imagine living without you.”

(Y/N’s POV)

Is he serious? This is what he calls “love”?

“Yeah, right. You sure as hell don’t act like it,” I replied with irritation.

I turned away from him, fed up. I was so sick and tired of his bullshit like he could just waltz back in, say sorry, and pretend none of it ever happened.

“Well then, let me make it up to you,” he said softly, stepping closer. My back remained turned to him, but I could feel his presence just behind me.

“Make it up to me how?” I asked firmly, as I stood frozen in place, refusing to turn around.

He stepped even closer. I can feel his chest make contact with my back and him slowly towering over me from behind.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “Let me show you how much I love you… how much I truly mean it.”

Shit. If I wasn’t so goddamn turned on right now, I’d probably tell him to fuck off.

But I can’t let my guard down that easy can I? So I decided to play with fire

“You missed your chance earlier when I was actually dressed for the occasion,” I said with a teasing tone, still trying to sound upset, even if my voice betrayed me just a little.

Logan’s smirk deepened as his hand slowly traced up my forearm, teasing every inch until it finally cupped my breast. His fingers began to knead and caress them, while his other hand tightened its grip around me, pulling me closer and holding me firmly against him.

A sharp gasp escaped me as he took me by surprise.

“Sweetheart, you could be wearing a fucking trash bag and I’d still take you right here,” he whispered seductively, his hands still fondling my breasts with slow, deliberate pressure.

He began teasing my nipples through the fabric of my tank top, pinching and rolling them between his fingers which drew a soft moan from my lips.

“Logan…” I breathed out between gasps

“That’s it, baby… keep saying my name,” he groaned. “Fuck, I can’t believe it’s been this long since I’ve had my hands on you.”

“It’s your f-fault,” I managed to breathe out “I’ve been practically throwing myself at you for weeks.”

“I know… I’ve been a fucking idiot. A damn fool,” he growled. “But don’t worry Princess, I’m about to make up for every second of that missed time.”

Logan’s hand slid beneath the fabric of my shorts, pressing firmly against my soaked panties as his fingers circled teasingly. The heat of his touch sent shivers through me, and I couldn’t hold back the louder moan that escaped my lips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…” his voice was low and full of desire.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me? I’m gonna take my time with you tonight”

“Logan… please…” I whined as his teasing drove me wild.

“Please what? Use your words Princess”

“T-take me… make me yours,” I whispered, my voice trembled with need.

Without hesitation, he spun me around, his hands gripped my ass as he lifted me with ease. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he carried me straight to the bedroom.

Pressing me firmly against the wall, he crashed his lips onto mine in a deep, hungry kiss that sent a rush of heat to my core.

His tongue slipped past my lips, deepening the kiss as I moaned softly against his mouth, completely lost in the moment.

“I can’t wait to get these tight little clothes off you,”

His lips trailed soft, heated kisses from my mouth to my temple, then slowly down the side of my neck. He found my sweet spot in seconds, sucking and nibbling with just the right pressure, sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Oh my god-“ I moaned.

Logan smirked, his lips still pressing against my neck. He slid his hand up from my waist, gently setting me back on the ground before gripping my hair firmly. With a light pull, he tilted my head back, leaving me no choice but to lock eyes with him.

“You knew I was going to come back in here didn’t you?” He said in a sexy confronting tone

I stayed silent while heavily breathing, unable to think straight

He slid his leg between mine, slowly spreading them apart, pressing his knee gently against my wet pussy.

At the same time, his other hand grabbed both of my wrists, lifting and locking them above my head against the wall leaving me completely at his mercy

Jesus this man was strong

*gasps* “wha-“

“Shhh,” he murmured. “You knew I’d come back. You knew exactly what you were doing wearing those tight shorts and that shirt with no bra… you fucking tease,” he whispered into my ear.

I was honestly at a loss for words. My mind went blank, and unsure of what to say, I stayed silent.

He pressed his knee harder against my pussy “Admit it… you knew exactly what you were doing. Admit you’re teasing me because you want to be fucked.”

“Yes… I-I knew,” I breathed out, my voice barely above a whisper as I slowly nodded, giving in completely.

Logan chuckled “Good girl… now, strip for me,” he said. “Take off your shirt… and those shorts.”

I gave a small nod and followed his command. I lifted my tank top over my head, letting it fall to the side, then slowly slid my shorts down my hips and stepped out of them.

Now I stood in nothing but my panties, my chest rising and falling with every breath as he stared at me, eyes darkening, taking in every detail with an intense gaze.

“Fuck…you're perfect” he said under his breath. “Now get on the bed, baby. Lie down on your back for me.”

I hurried to the bed and lay down on my back, doing exactly as he asked. He followed close behind, climbing on top of me as he pulled off his shirt. Then, he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, leaving him only in his boxers.

I’ve seen Logan naked more times than I can count, but damn, his body never ceases to amaze me. His muscular chest, those veiny arms, and that perfectly shaped ass—he’s so damn hot I can barely keep myself together.

He grabbed his belt and then took hold of my wrists, pinning them above my head as he slowly tied them together.

“Tonight, it’s all about you. I’m going to take my time and fuck you so hard you won’t even remember your own name tomorrow. You got that princess?”

His words and voice turned me on so bad that I could barely contain myself

“Yes” was the only thing I managed to blurt out while biting my lip

“Good…” he smirked “now be a good girl and hold still”

He kissed my lips with burning passion, trailing down my body until he reached my chest. His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard while his other hand kneaded the other breast. He left a trail of hot, wet kisses, making every touch set my skin on fire

“Logan… oh my god…” I moaned, breathless and overwhelmed. The fact that I couldn’t touch him made it so much harder

“Please… let me touch you” I pleaded

He looked up at me “No. Like I said. Tonight is about you. Forget about me. Just let me make you feel good baby”

He left my breast and began trailing soft kisses down my stomach, moving lower until he was between my thighs. His lips brushed against them as he kissed and gently tugged, taking his time and driving me wild with every touch.

I could feel the heat of his breath hovering over my soaked pussy

“You’re dripping, baby… I’ve been neglecting this cunt for far too long. But don’t worry I’m going to fix that”

With a swift motion, he tore my panties apart. He then proceeded to press a soft kiss to the top before trailing his tongue over my swollen clit, hitting every sensitive spot and sending me into uncontrollable moans.

My legs began to shake, so Logan grabbed ahold of them to steady me.

“If you keep moving like that, I might just have to tie your legs up too, baby,” he teased with a smirk.

“I can’t help it… it feels too good” I say breathless

“That’s exactly what I want to hear,” he murmured, deepening his kisses as his tongue and lips worked my clit relentlessly.

Then, without hesitation, he slipped a finger inside me, twisting and curling, sending waves of pleasure that tied my stomach in knots.

“Logan!” I screamed “I’m gonna-“

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me… come for me, princess,” he urged, his mouth working harder with every word.

“Ohhh, ohhh!” I gasped, my body trembling as I came, spilling all over him. My breaths grew heavy and ragged. Holy shit.

“Good job baby…” he said as he leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on my lips

“Logan… I want to touch you… please,” I whispered, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his neck, the only part of him I could reach.

He moaned and groaned under my kisses, clearly on the edge from my touch. Then, quickly, he untied the belt, and I immediately grabbed him, trailing kisses all over his body…from his neck to his chest, down his arms, and finally to the hard bulge pressing against me.

I slid his boxers down, revealing just how hard he was. Looking up at him with a teasing smile, I whispered,

“Now it’s my turn to take care of you… just like you did for me, Daddy.”

I leaned in and slowly ran my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting him, teasing him. Inch by inch, I took him into my mouth, my movements slow and steady as I began to go deeper until it reached the back of my throat

“Fuck Y/N…. Yeah just like that” he moaned, his voice low and breathless as I kept sucking

“I’m so close… fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. It didn’t take long before he came into my mouth, some of it spilling onto my tits as he let out a deep, satisfied breath.

I attempted to get up, but he was faster by grabbing my neck and forcefully pushing me back onto the bed, pinning me flat beneath him as he towered over me.

“Going somewhere?” He said with a low voice “Oh no, sweetheart… I’m not done with you yet.”

“Do your worst” I responded back boldly

“Keep up that attitude and you’re getting punished, baby,” he warned.

He roughly turned me around, positioning me on all fours before lining himself up and sliding in slowly, making sure I felt every inch.

“Oh my god… Logan… Logan!” I moaned, my voice catching with every deep thrust as he moved inside me, slow at first, then faster, each motion making my ass press back into his rhythm, completely lost in the heat of it all.

“Fuck… You’re so fucking tight…” he groaned. That’s it, baby…say my name,” he urged, slamming into me even harder while slapping my ass

“Please…. Harder” I moaned

Logan maintained the pace and rhythm I craved for a while before suddenly changing things up.

He then gripped my waist and flipped me onto my back, locking eyes with me.

Without hesitation, he plunged back inside me, keeping the same pace he did before.

“I want to see the look on your face when you come, baby,” he whispered, his breath heavy as he thrust deeply into me.

He slid his hand to my throat, applying a gentle grip as he kept going sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body.

"This pussy’s mine, you got that? It belongs to me... no one else will ever fuck you the way I do," he growls.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the sheer pleasure. Nothing had ever felt this mind-blowingly good.

You’d think with Logan’s age his stamina would’ve faded, but damn, was I wrong. This man didn’t just know how to please me… he knew how to ruin me in all the right ways.

"Come on, pretty girl… I know you’re close," he smirks. "Be a good girl and cum for me.. you know you want to... don’t hold back now."

"F-Fuck... oh my god... I’m gonna— I’m— ahhh!" I cried out, gripping the sheets as my back arched off the bed.

The orgasm tore through me in waves, making my entire body shake uncontrollably — so hard it felt like the bed might come off the floor with me.

Logan collapsed beside me, both of us breathless and completely exhausted, lying there in silence as the aftershocks slowly faded.

After a few quiet moments, he turns to me.

“You know I love you, right? I’d never want to hurt you… not ever,” he says softly, his eyes full of sincerity.

I let out a quiet sigh. “Then why have you been pulling away these past few months?”

He sighed in frustration “because you deserve better than an old drunken limo driver with nothing to offer”

"If you think for one second that’s the way I see you, then you don’t truly know me, Logan. When you said I’m the air you breathe, I felt it deep in my soul because I feel the same. You own me. I belong to you, and only you," I said, my hand gently caressing his face.

“No… you own me,” he said with a cheeky grin while planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

I snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and warm in his embrace.

“But seriously… if you forget our anniversary one more time I’m chopping off your dick so you won’t be able to fuck me or anyone else again… understood?”

He chuckled, “Yes, ma’am… I swear I won’t forget. And honestly, how could I? can never get enough of those sounds you make when I’m deep inside you,” he said with a wink.

I playfully rolled my eyes…"Okay, bedtime! before we accidentally start round two. I don’t think Charles would appreciate that… pretty sure he heard more than enough tonight"

"Well… he kind of asked for it when he told me to come make things right with you," he smirked.

"Oh, give me a break," I giggled. "He knew how badly I needed to get laid. Did I ever mention I dropped my vibrator in front of him last week? The look on his face...poor guy's probably still recovering."

“Holy shit,” he burst out laughing. “Jesus… well, don’t worry because from now on, I’ll make sure you’ll never need that toy again.”

"We'll see about that" I winked back at him

THE END!!

[xmenloganx]

Between the Lines of Hatred (Part 1)

Hey everyone! This is my very first fanfic, and it's an enemies-to-lovers story featuring Logan x Reader / Y/N . (Who doesn’t love a little enemies-to-lovers banter, right?) I hope you all enjoy.

Background Info: Y/N's in her mid-20s with a healing factor not as rapid as Logan’s, but effective over time. Her mutation, (dreamwalking) grants her the ability to step into and control the dreams of others. She can alter the dream world, uncover hidden memories or knowledge, and even replicate abilities witnessed within the dream. She can also turn the dream into a weapon locking someone inside a nightmare they can’t escape.

Warnings: cussing, sensitive topics, choking, minors please DNI

PS: future chapters WILL include smut.

Between The Lines of Hated Part 2

Summary: You and Logan couldn’t stand each other.

Don’t get it wrong...you were a sweetheart. You’d been working at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters for years before Logan ever showed up. The kids absolutely adored you! you were their favorite professor. And you felt the same way about them. They were your safe haven. A comforting distraction from the harsh reality you came from. A family who saw your differences not as gifts, but as something to be ashamed of. Their words were laced with hate, and their acceptance was something you’d long given up hoping for. So you left, choosing to start a new life somewhere you could truly belong—a place where people were more like you, and where you could be accepted for who you really are. A mutant.

You shared a close bond with your colleagues. Storm, Jean, and Scott felt like family. You were the one everyone gravitated towards, a calming presence who brought a sense of peace into every room. People often said you were the kindest person they had ever met.

So why was Logan the exception?

From the moment he arrived, it was like he was determined to get under your skin. Always a snide comment. Always something sarcastic to say when things went wrong. Even the smallest inconvenience became his excuse to throw a jab your way. It wasn’t playful. It felt intentional. Personal. You’d think a man pushing 200 would have better things to do with his time.

And it was only ever aimed at you. Which quite honestly hurt your feelings.

You’d tried to figure it out. As someone who overthinks everything, you’d replayed every interaction, every glance, every word you’d shared with him from the day he arrived. Searching for a reason. Some moment where you might’ve offended him without realizing it. But there was nothing. No explanation.

You saw how he was with others. The soft spot he still had for Jean...though he’d finally come to terms with the fact that she only had eyes for Scott. The way he spoke so gently to Rogue. How he treated Charles with the utmost respect. He could be kind. Thoughtful, even.

So what had you done to deserve the cold shoulder? The constant disrespect?

Maybe nothing. Maybe he just didn’t like you. And maybe… that had to be okay.

So, life went on. Same routine, same rhythm. You’d get up, set up for your classes, teach your sections, then have lunch in the staff lounge with your friends. Some days you’d check in with Charles, other days you’d get some training in. And at night, your favorite part—you’d make yourself a hot cup of coffee and curl up with a book before bed. Yes, coffee. It didn’t keep you awake like it did most people. It was comforting. Familiar. Like home in a mug.

You and Logan still crossed paths. The occasional “hi” or “goodbye” in the hallways. Polite. Brief. Distant. But in group settings? That’s when the tension resurfaced. Every time you offered a suggestion during mission briefings, he’d have something to say (by being an absolute ass) always cutting, always loud enough to make you look foolish.

You didn’t know what his problem was. But at this point, you were done trying to figure it out.

Present Day

You had just wrapped up your class, answering every last question your students threw your way. With that all taken care of, you decided it was the perfect time to change and squeeze in some training. So you changed into your usual Adidas sportswear and a white tank top, tied your hair back into a ponytail and headed straight for the training room.... But little did you know Logan already beat you to it.

You stepped into the room and froze. “Oh... hey,” you managed, your voice catching slightly as the words tumbled out. You hadn’t expected anyone to be here this early let alone him.

Logan glanced over at you with a smirk. “Looks like someone wrapped up their class early.”

You rolled your eyes. “It was a short lecture, thank you very much.”

He scoffed, matching your eye roll with one of his own, then started walking towards you each step radiating that effortless confidence that always threw you off just a little more than you cared to admit.

“This isn’t the first time your lecture’s run short. Don’t forget, I teach right after you so when your students show up early, it cuts into my time. Now I’ve gotta head to class looking like this with no chance to shower"

You tried to focus on what he was saying, but your mind just couldn’t stay on track. His damn ruggedly handsome face, that perfectly trimmed beard, and his messy, tousled hair, everything about him was distracting the hell out of you.

But what really caught your attention was the way sweat traced down his muscular arms, soaking into the white beater that clung to him like a second skin. And if you were being honest with yourself… there was just something about a man in a white beater that drove you wild and Logan wore it way too well.

You hated the effect he had on you but couldn't help it.

“What do you expect me to do? Keep them in class longer? They could be using their time better like studying for their midterms. So, excuse me for wanting them to actually be productive.”

You say in frustration while crossing your arms.

“Whatever. Enjoy your little training session. Let’s just hope it actually works before you screw things up again.” He walks out.

You stood there for a moment, silent and still, letting the frustration settle. But there was no way in hell you were letting Logan be the one to ruin your day. So you pulled yourself together, pushed the irritation aside, and shifted your focus back to training.

(Logan's POV)

There’s something about Y/N that just… irritates me, and I can’t even explain why. Honestly, I feel like an asshole half the time for being so hard on her. She’s never actually done anything to me. If anything, she’s been nothing but respectful...hell, even kind. Especially when I first got here.

She’s got that kind of presence that changes the energy in a room. Like, when she walks in, the air feels lighter. There’s this warmth about her something real. Her eyes light up when she teaches, and yeah, I’ve caught myself lingering more than once.

You can tell she actually cares about the kids. She's passionate, dedicated. The kind of professor who gives a damn, which is rare. And maybe that’s what scares me the most. Her kindness. Because it’s real. And when something’s real, it’s vulnerable. It’s fragile. And the people I care about? They always end up getting hurt when I let them get close.

So I do what I’ve always done! push people away. Burn the bridge before it even gets built. And when it comes to Y/N? Yeah… mission accomplished.

"Alright, everyone, grab a seat… your professor decided to cut her lecture short, so I guess I’ll be the one picking up the slack."

“It was a short lecture because it was a midterm review,” Rogue chimed in. “She was just going over what we need to study.”

“Yeah! I mean, it’s not like we had anything else to cover might as well leave early,” Bobby added, casually shrugging his shoulders.

“Right… well, some of us professors actually believe in using the full class to teach something,” I scoffed, shooting him a look.

Damn, she really had these kids ready to go to war for her.

Storm happened to walk by just as the words left my mouth. She paused, giving me that signature disapproving glare.

“Logan… might I have a word with you after your class? It’s important.”

“Uh, yeah sure. I should be wrapping up in about an hour,” I replied.

“Charles’ office. One hour.” She said coldly before walking away.

Great. I could already feel whatever’s coming. And it's about to be a fucking earful.

1 Hour Passes - Both Logan and Storm are in Charles Office

"Logan, I’ve been informed that you’ve been speaking disrespectfully about one of our professors to the students in her absence," Charles said the moment I stepped into his office.

I glanced over at Storm, already annoyed.

“I wouldn’t call it being disrespectful...just voicing some frustration,” I muttered.

Storm rolled her eyes. “Oh, cut the crap, Logan. We all know how you’ve been treating Y/N since day one. You haven’t given her a break.”

"Jesus, is that what you guys do? Sit around gossiping about me during your girl time?" I shot back. "I didn’t even say her name."

"You didn’t need to," Storm said in a sharp tone. "It was obvious who you were talking about, especially since she teaches right before you."

“Yeah, well, forgive me for being a little pissed that she half-assed her lectures, cuts class early, and then takes over the training room like it’s her personal sanctuary. In the end I’m the one left to clean up the mess she leaves behind."

“Alright, both of you, just stop—” Charles started, but everyone froze when Y/N walks in, clearly upset.

“Y/N…” Storm said softly.

“Oh, don’t mind me interrupting Logan’s little rant,” Y/N snapped, her gaze locking with mine. “I just thought I’d come in here to defend myself, since apparently, there’s some misleading information being spread behind my back.”

Y/N gaze remained fixed on mine

“For the record, I couldn’t care less what you think about me, my teaching style, or how I run my classes,” she continued. “But one thing I won’t tolerate is you making me look bad in front of my students. So, I suggest you respectfully shut the fuck up and mind your own fucking business.”

With that, she stormed out, leaving the room in silence.

Charles let out a sigh. “Logan, I get that you have your issues with her, but for the record, she’s never spoken a word against you. In fact, she’s always spoken highly of you, especially when it comes to the students.”

Storm turned to look at me. “Exactly. And you have no idea what she’s been through, so maybe—”

“Alright, alright, fine!” I cut her off, rubbing my temples in frustration. “I get it. I’m sorry. I won’t say anything else.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. “It’s not us you should be apologizing to, Logan.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “When she’s ready to talk to me, I’ll apologize. Until then, I’m not losing any sleep over it.” With that, I storm out.

Jesus, does she always have to be such a pain in the ass?

(Y/N's POV)

Why did Logan have to be such a dick? I was so done with him. Anger and frustration flooded my mind as I made my way back to my room.

I walked in, flopped onto my bed, and replayed the whole scene from Charles' office in my head. Disappointment washed over me. I knew I wouldn’t always get to work with people I liked, but sometimes, Logan made being here feel downright miserable.

Normally, I’d grab a coffee and settle down with a good book, but not tonight. Instead, I put on my headphones, listened to some music, and decided to call it a night.

Later that Night

I was suddenly woken by groaning and screams coming from next door. It was Logan. This wasn’t the first time he’d had a nightmare since he got here, but this one sounded worse than usual.

I quickly made my way to his door and knocked softly. "Logan? It’s me, Y/N… Are you okay?"

A few students started to come out of their rooms, looking confused and concerned.

"Hey guys, it’s fine. Just go back to bed, there’s nothing to see here," I called out, trying to reassure them as I continued knocking on his door.

Still no response. But I could hear him thrashing around and shouting. So, with no other choice, I opened the door and stepped inside.

He was out cold, completely consumed by whatever nightmare had him in its grip. Given that my powers revolve around controlling dreams, I made the call to step in and settle it down.

Does he deserve the help? Fuck no. But I’m not doing this for him. I’m doing it so I can actually get my beauty sleep and so the kids aren’t up all night because Logan can’t keep his demons in check.

My hands moved carefully to either side of his face, fingers brushing his temples as I let my powers take control. As soon as I entered his mind, I was hit by a wave of agony raw, brutal, and suffocating. It was the kind of nightmare I hadn’t seen in a long time.

The dream was chaos. Logan was locked inside some kind of containment tank, submerged in water. Thick cables and syringes jabbed into his body, pumping him full of some liquid. His bones being coated, reforged. He was writhing in pain, completely helpless. Then came the man behind it all a cold-eyed figure with graying hair and a twisted sense of control. Stryker, his name tag read.

“Erase his memory,” he ordered.

And just like that, Logan snapped. He went feral, unleashing pure, animalistic rage. He tore through everything, blinded by pain and confusion. No wonder he was screaming in his sleep, this wasn’t just a nightmare, it was a memory. Or what was left of one. The whole thing felt fragmented, like someone had ripped pieces of it out and tried to stitch it back together wrong.

I steadied myself, made my presence known in the dream, and slowly began shifting the environment around him. Replacing pain with calm, torment with peace. Even if the memory never happened, I crafted something soft, something warm to anchor him. He didn’t need to know it was fake. I just needed the nightmare to end… for him to breathe again.

In an instant, I was ripped out of the dream and slammed back into reality flat on my back with a heavy weight crushing my chest and a hand clamped tight around my neck. Logan. He’d shot up from the nightmare in full survival mode, claws out, eyes wide with panic.

“Logan! It’s me...Y/N!” I gasped, struggling to get the words out through the pressure on my throat.

His expression shifted the moment he recognized me. He let go and stumbled back, his breathing was unsteady and his chest was heaving like he’d just dug his way out of a warzone.

“Y/N?” he snapped, voice rough. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”

I struggled to catch my breath, coughing lightly while rubbing my neck. (Damn, that's gonna leave a bruise...) I thought to myself.

"You woke up the whole damn school with all that screaming," you muttered, arms crossed. "I was just trying to help, alright?"

"I don’t need your fucking help," he growled while raising his voice. "I never asked for it."

You shot him a glare. "God, why are you being such an asshole? You were clearly having a nightmare I only stepped in to calm it down. That’s literally all I did."

"Yeah? Well stay the fuck out of my head," he snapped. "And stay the hell out of my room."

Rage surged through your body as you stepped closer, getting right up in his face despite the obvious height difference. "You know what!?" you yelled, eyes burning with frustration. "Next time, I'll leave you to drown in your own fucking memories and misery. I’ll let you stay trapped in those nightmares, suffering. Hell, I hope the next one’s worse than this one."

You took a step back, and added, "I hope you have a shitty night" and walked out slamming his bedroom door shut behind you.

As you turned to head back to your room, you noticed nearly all the students gathered in the hallway, huddled together and staring at you. They heard everything.

Shit.....

Hope you guys liked part 1! Part 2 to come soon. Comment below if you want me to tag you for that :)