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[buyeons]

ANTONIO CIPRIANO AS JOHAN LOGAN OFF CAMPUS, 1.02

[buyeons]

ANTONIO CIPRIANO AS JOHN LOGAN OFF CAMPUS, 1.07.

[folkloure]

⭑.ᐟ your head on my shoulder

john logan x reader

warning: mentions of sexual harrasment.

summary: angst/hurt comfort. logan finds you crying in the bathroom during a party. short fic. requested here and here!

Logan isn’t there when it happens, but he certainly hears the commotion around it through the grapevine. The whispers dancing around the party, spreading the news of a girl slapping a Sig Tau frat’s face after he tries (or rather, forces) a move on her, your name mixed within them.

He shares a brisky look with Tucker, who quickly mumbles something among the lines of “I’ll take care of it. Go.” before pushing him back inside the house. Logan runs through the crowd of people, eyes scanning every face, then up the stairs storming a bunch of rooms occupied by couples who definitely should’ve locked the door. He only finds you when he starts banging on the locked doors of the upstairs bathroom.

“Go away!” You yell from the other side. 

“It’s just me.” He answers, loud enough for you to hear but never to scare you, “Would you open the door, please?”

There’s a beat of silence, then the sound of the lock turning.

Logan opens the door to find you sitting on the bathroom floor, hiding your face behind your hands. “I’m so embarrassed.” You say, voice muffled by your own palms, “I didn’t know he’d– I didn’t mean to–”

“Hey, no– You’re good. You did nothing wrong, ‘kay?” He cuts you off, crouching down to sit by your side on the floor, hand going for your shoulder in a comforting move, asking in a lower voice, “Wanna tell me what happened?”

You lift your head up, and Logan sees your tear-streaked face and wobbly underlip, feeling almost light-headed with the sudden flush of emotions. He feels ready to go out there and give a proper finish to the damage you’ve started on the guy’s face, yet, he knows that there’s no way in hell he’d ever leave you alone in those cold bathroom floor tiles — especially when he feels your hand curving around his upper arm, seeking his assurance. 

“I was just grabbing a drink.” You say, voice cracking in such a way that makes his ribs hurt. “In the kitchen. Then this guy– I don’t know, I turn around and suddenly he’s too close, and– And he’s trying to push me against the wall, so I–”

You start growing antsy and take a moment to breathe, eyes closing. You drop your head into his shoulder, “I wasn’t thinking. I just had to get him away from me.”

“You did good.” Logan repeats himself, his arm tentatively going around your shoulders, careful not to startle you. You curl up against him, and he goes on saying, his low voice a litany of assurances, “You got him away, yeah? That’s what matters. You did great, honey.”

You breath in, staying still where your head lands on his shoulder, and Logan won’t dare to move either until you do. A knock on the door is the sole reason for your disturbance.

“Occupied.” Logan says, but the voice that comes out the other side is from Garrett.

“Everything okay there?”

“Fine.” You say, “Just– Yeah. We’re good.”

“Okay. Uh, the girls are waiting in the car. We’re, uh, ready to leave if you are.” His voice says.

Logan turns to face you, your eyes blinking slowly like you’ve just been pulled out of sleep. “You ready to go?” He murmurs.

You nod, “Yes, please.” 

He lifts himself off the floor, offering you a hand. 

When he opens the door, Garrett isn’t the only one on the other side. Dean and Tucker stand there, one on each side of him, all three standing like guards waiting for orders. Logan’s eyes fall down to their hands, and if you notice the redness around each their knuckles, you don’t mention it. None of them really say a word other than a quick “c’mon” and know that you understand it exactly as they mean to — as in “We got you too.”

It’s a quiet drive in the backseat of Garrett’s car. 

There’s a silent agreement, reinforced by you saying that you don’t wanna go to your dorm, that everyone’s staying the night at the boy’s house, and Logan doesn’t care if he has to sleep on the couch, or rather force Garrett out of his own room so you can share the bed with Hannah, but he knows is that you’re not staying alone tonight. 

You keep your head on Logan’s shoulder, hands intertwined with his. He closes his eyes, focusing solely on the softness of your fingers as he calms himself down. There’s a lot of emotions to unpack and possibly hard conversations to get through in the following days. Right now, all he cares about is keeping you safe by his side, fast asleep on the road home. 

notes: quick psa, if you or anyone you know has ever been affected by sexual harrasment, please know that it's not your fault and finding support is always the best choice. thank you for reading <3

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[bnbgmar]

beautiful perfect masterpiece

[folkloure]

⭑.ᐟ as long as you want

john logan x reader

summary: the first time you stay with him until the morning. short fic, smut-implied but mostly fluff. inspired by one of @rebelfell's headcanons, thank you! <3

Logan shifts in his sleep once he feels you trying to slip out the bed. 

“Don’t.” He says, voice hoarse from waking up in the middle of the night and arm stretching out to find you. “Don’t move.”

You have been on this same bed before, multiple times. First after one of his team’s winning games, two beers in, both giggling on the stools at Malone’s. Then again the next night, then the next week, always a fun fling before kissing goodbye and each going their own way. You and Logan have never had a talk about how things were moving, but oh, they were moving. 

You turn around to face him, his pretty eyes still closed, chest going up and down in a steady rhythm. He looks so… peaceful.

“I think I should go,” you whisper. Logan’s eyes open slightly, eyebrows furrowing before he starts shaking his head, and you giggle, “Before it gets too late.”

“Just stay the night,” he says, like it’s the obvious thing to do, “I’ll take you home in the morning.”

Thing is, John Logan might not reach the same level of whorish fame of his teammates, but you know the guy. Before this all started, you’ve heard through the grapevine of different girls (puckbunnies, if you will) who were once in your position: between his sheets after a good night — but never the morning. 

Guys like John Logan don’t do mornings. 

Your hands move to his head, fingers fixing his hair off his face. His eyes flutter closed from the tender touch, “Logan…”

“I know. I know, just–” he stops for a yawn, half his face squished on his pillow again while his hand pulls you gently, “Just stay, please?”

You stare at his sleepy face for a second, taking a deep breath before you answer, “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Logan’s mouth splits in a tired smile, “Cool. C’mere then.” 

—

He wakes up before you, nose pressed on the corner between your neck and shoulder, the soft reminiscence of perfume you were wearing last night the very first thing he acknowledges. Then, the morning light, and that’s where it hits him. 

You stayed the night.

Logan doesn’t want to wake you, but he can’t help himself. He presses his lips to your shoulder, voice muttering so low, “You’re here.”

“I am.” you mutter back, almost refusing to move and disturb the quietness. Actually, all you do is pull the bedsheets — his bedsheets — closer, bundling yourself under the comfiness of his blankets. Logan lets out a small chuckle, despite feeling the cold reaching his legs. He moves an inch closer, following you under the covers.

Logan moves his lips slowly from your shoulder up to your jaw, placing soft kisses. His arms move around your torso, bringing you closer to his chest. “You’re warm,” he says in a low voice, the low stubble on his face slightly tickling you, “And you’re so soft.”

His lips keep moving over to your behind your ear, then back to your neck, kissing and nibbling. Logan shifts, swiftly pining you to bed and astriding you. His arms are on each side of your body and your hands are moving, fingers brushing his forearms like you’re trying to memorize the shivers on his skin, nails scratching the back of his neck as he kisses you deeply.

It’s all so agonizingly slow — the way he moves, the sun peeking through the white curtains casting a glow over the room, his naked back looking golden under the haze. You close your eyes, and all you hear is a soft chuckle leaving Logan’s lips, trailing down your body again. He presses a kiss on your sternum, “So, so pretty.”

There’s no rush to it, and still, you can’t pinpoint when one movement changes to another, your limbs tangled with his, hips moving together and your quiet moans muffled by his lips. It’s different from all the frantic nights you’ve shared together until now. 

Slower, quieter, lovelier. 

Logan’s voice whispers soft words in your ear as your chest finds a rhythm again, “You’re good, honey. You’re perfect.”

You open your eyes and find he’s intently watching you, and you press a quick kiss on his lips, then a couple more over his nose and face. He relaxes his body, arms faltering beside you, whole weight now resting on top of you. 

“I’m assuming you’re not taking me home now, are you?”

Logan lets out an amused chuckle, “No, you stay as long as you want.” 

You don’t see yourself leaving his bed anytime soon.

notes: thank you for reading! first time writing for off campus <3 requests are open! likes/reblogs/thoughts are appreciated!

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[absurdlyinaccurate]

me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

[yawnzshit]

I NEED HIM SO SO BAD. HE'S A NEED.

[bnbgmar]

girl what happened to ur master list 🙁

for dive au?? cause i fear i accidentally deleted it while redoing my page IM SORRY 😭 i can remake it tho just give me a few days 🫶🏻

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Billy Bryk HELL OF A SUMMER (2023)

[chaneilkular]

BILLY BRYK as Bobby Hell of a Summer (2025) dir. Finn Wolfhard & Billy Bryk

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BNBG by DJO

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PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE

[bnbgmar]

i need to sit on his big fat fucking nose

[loversagile]

Wedding Bells

The wedding was simple. It was effortlessly beautiful, exactly like Maya. It couldn't have been more her in all honesty. You and Joe sat in a church pew. Quiet whispers about how pretty certain details were. His hand spread across your thigh where the slit of your dress had left it exposed.

Joe had a quietness to him the entire day. A thoughtfully quietness. One that made you watch him as you had put your earrings in earlier and he sat at the foot of the bed. He tugged at his fingers and ran his fingers through his hair.

Maybe he was just nervous for Maya. It was a pretty big day. A day most women look forward to their entire lives. The two of you had listened to Maya's nervousness over the past few weeks. She'd come over and pace the small kitchen while you cooked. Her words coming out ninety-to-nothing. Joe would come into the rescue and give her advice like she was one of his sisters and at this point, she was.

The ceremony felt like it had only lasted a few minutes. Vows had been exchanged and then Maya was being dipped and kissed by her now husband. Claps and cheers erupted through the chapel. You smiled happily and felt the tears prick at your eyes as you clapped and watched them leave out of the chapel first.

Joe's hand rubbed up and down your back and when you looked up at him, he was already looking down at you. That soft look in his eyes that made your heart pound. Because amidst all of the chaos around, he was watching you.

"Love you..." He muttered for only you to hear as he leaned down and pressed his lips to your temple.

Then came the reception. It was a short walk to the rented-out bar hall. You walked alongside Joe and the rest of the Stranger Things cast that had attended. Quiet chatter carried through the group. A few people catching up and other's just complimenting the ceremony.

"You look so pretty." Joe leaned in and whispered to you as you had all stopped at a crosswalk. "I can't remember if I told you earlier or not."

A heat slowly crept up your neck and to your cheeks as you rolled your eyes. Trying to appear unaffected from his compliment as you leaned into him. Your forehead leaning against his jaw as you both stood still at the cross walk.

Music was heard from outside and already an excited flurry coursed through the group. It all started to come in a blur. Glasses of champagne turned into red wine until you were loose and giggling on the makeshift dance floor with Natalia. Maya had joined in the dancing even.

Then came the bouquet toss. You stood off to the side and watched as her bridesmaids and other girls raised their arms to catch the flowers. It was amusing at most really. You weren't putting yourself out there to fight for a bouquet of flowers.

"Why aren't you trying to catch it, hm?" Arms slid around your waist and a warm voice murmured lowly in your ear. You relaxed back against him like it was instinctual. Your hands rubbing over his forearms.

"You want me to go catch it?" You asked him with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smile tugging at your lips. Your head turning slightly to look back at him over your shoulder. "You know what it means if I catch it, right?"

"I know exactly what it means." He muttered and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Your heart fluttered at his insinuation, and you faced forward again to watch the women quite literally fight for the flowers. Your nails dragged across his arm absentmindedly. He'd started to sway the two of you still standing in the same place. Some slow song playing in his own head as he left light kisses across your neck.

When it all started to wind down later on into the night, you bid your farewells to everyone. Everyone you could find anyways. Some people had already left in quiet fashion. You hugged Maya tightly and congratulated her and then your hand found Joe's. Pulling him behind you to the waiting car for both of you.

His hand stayed on your thigh the entire ride home. Heavy, warm and familiar. Both of you were still tipsy from the drinks consumed. So, when he unlocked the door to the apartment and you stumbled in a giggle fell from your lips. He just watched you with a dopey smile on his pink lips. Tugging his trench coat off and hanging it up as you kicked your heels off by the rest of the shoes.

"Mmm, c'mere.." he muttered as he caught your waist and tugged you into him. Your arms folding around his neck. "You love me?" He muttered the question and stared down at you. His eyes darting from your drunk eyes and then to your lips. A repetitive motion.

"Yes, I love you." You scoff and roll your eyes. "Why would you ask me that?"

"Just wanted to make sure." He muttered with a grin as his lips found yours.

You melted against him at the feeling of his lips against yours. Your fingers tangling in his now shorter hair. A soft hum came from your throat as he deepened the kiss. His hands sliding down to the curve of your ass.

"Marry me." He muttered breathlessly against your mouth.

Everything stopped at his words. You forcefully stopped the kiss and pulled back to look at him. Your eyebrows pulled together. "What?" You whispered.

He stared down at you like he hadn't meant for the words to actually come out. Like it was some unspoken thought that had been at the tip of his tongue all night. He let out some deep breath that he'd been holding in and his hands let go of you.

"I just-" He ran a hand through his hair and then they started to move in his nervous mannerism. "This whole day has made me just look at you. Like really look at you and I-" His shoulders fell and his eyes scanned over you. "I-I love you and I want that."

No words came from you as you stared at him. You felt speechless.

"And yes, it is partially from all of this going on, but just-" he tossed his hands up and laughed softly. "All of those things Maya was coming over here to ramble about. About not knowing if he was it and how she was scared and I just sat there thinking about you."

Tears tugged at your eyes and you still just stared at him.

"You're it for me. I don't-I don't want to do this with anyone else. We don't have to do it right now or anything because Maya might think we copied her but-"

You chose then to stop his rambling. Stepping forward to eliminate the space between the two of you. Your hands cupped his face, and you pressed your lips to his. He melted against your touch and his fingers wrapped around your wrists.

"I love you." You muttered against his lips. "If you were being serious then yes." You whispered and pulled back to look at him.

His lips were parted as he stared at you. "Hell yeah, I'm serious. Are you serious?" He whispered even though it was only the two of you in the apartment.

"Yes, I'm serious-" He cut off your words with his lips.

"God, I'm gonna marry you so hard." He muttered against your lips making you giggle. His arms scooping under your knees and behind your back to lift you up bridal style.

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DIVE | FINN WOLFHARD AU

— finn wolfhard x actress!reader

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user1 lowkey feels so forced

| user2 that’s what i’m sayinggg

| user3 can we not? :/

user4 this pr ass relationship

user5 i think it’s cute for now at least lol

y/nandfinnluvr MY FAVORITE PPL OF ALL TIME

user6 they’re both hot so it works

user7 i think they’re just friends!

| user8 girl be so fr

| user9 he’s not gonna let you hit

user10 lmfao seems like she’s using him so obx5 doesn’t tank

| user11 what an awful thing to say lol

| user12 her bff is sadie so this isn’t that far fetched… be nice lol

user13 they irritate me omfg

| user14 SAME

user15 she has zero personality and is so clingy

that last comment stuck with you like no other. you stared at it longer than you probably should’ve. your brain does that awful thing where it starts replaying moments, picking them apart — the way you leaned into him at an event, the way you laughed when he whispered something in your ear, the way cameras always seemed to catch you reaching for him first.

your chest tightened and a frown tugged at your lips as your shoulders folded in slightly, the room suddenly feeling too quiet. you don’t notice finn watching you from the foot of your bed until he speaks.

“…hey.”

you don’t look up. “mhm?”

that alone told him something was wrong.

he sets his guitar aside and moves toward you, climbing onto the bed slowly. the mattress dips as he settles beside you against the headboard, hands in his lap, and his knee brushing yours.

“what happened?” he asks gently.

you hesitate, then hold the phone out toward him without a word. he reads it. his brows furrow and his eyes darken in that quiet, protective way. he locks your phone and sets it aside.

“that’s… such bullshit,” he says quietly.

you shrug, but your voice comes out smaller than you mean it to. “am i clingy?”

his gaze softens immediately and he chuckles. “yes,” your eyes widen, lips parted like you were going to say something. “but i love it.”

he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his chest.

“you’re an asshole,” you say as you playfully slap his chest.

he laughs as he rests his other hand lightly against the backs of your thighs and pulls your legs over his lap. “i’m serious though,” he starts, tracing shapes on your thigh. “i love having you by my side all the time.”

“you mean it?” you ask softly, looking up at him.

he presses a kiss to your forehead. “mhm.”

he studies your face for a second before lifting his hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips lingering along your jaw.

“you okay?” he asks.

you nod but your fingers reach for the strings of his hoodie anyway, gripping them lightly. “just needed you.”

he smiles softly, leaning in, kissing you gently. it starts soft, careful, but when you lean forward into him, the kiss deepens almost immediately. his hand slides along your thighs again, separating them to straddle his hips, your body naturally folding into him.

your fingers curl into his hoodie tighter as you kiss him back. finn exhales quietly against your lips, his grip tightening slightly, fingertips sliding up your hips and sides, resting gently at your waist.

“you know i love you, right?” he murmurs between kisses, voice rougher now, “like so much.”

your stomach flips at his words. he hadn’t said that yet. you pull back in shock, but you smile softly. palms flat against his chest.

“i love you too.”

you shift instinctively, joining your lips with his again, one hand sliding up to the back of his neck, fingers grazing lightly through his hair. he inhales sharply, forehead dropping against yours for half a second like he’s trying to steady himself before kissing you again — slower this time, deeper, lingering in a way that makes your pulse jump.

your breath catches when his lips skim down toward your jaw, pausing there, waiting, giving you space to pull back but you don’t.

your hands slide to his shoulders, grounding yourself as you tilt your head, giving him more room. he presses a softer, slower kiss beneath your ear. the contact sends a warm rush down your spine.

“finn…” you whisper, half warning, half breathless.

his arms tighten around you instinctively, pulling you closer like the sound of his name alone does something to him.

“yeah?” he murmurs, lips brushing back toward yours.

you shake your head, smiling faintly, nerves and warmth and affection all tangled together. “nothing.”

he studies your face for a moment, then he kisses you again — slower now, but heavier with feeling. his hand slides beneath your t-shirt, tracing your spine.

eventually he leans back even further, tugging your gently down with him until you’re both sinking into the pillows, your head against his shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

his fingers continued to trace lazy circles on your back, the rhythm slow and comforting, his lips brushing once against your temple.

“do you wanna order some food?” he asks gently.

you look up at him, smiling wide. “yes please. i’m absolutely starving.”

a/n: not that anyone cares but i got a new job today and i’m super excited about it 🥹 also i’m mourning loulivia that’s why i used their pics LOL

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