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Writing for fun :) and working through requests as we speak!

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Master lists <3

-Stranger things (all Steve Harrington ngl)

-Finding her Edge

-Off campus

Hiii everyone I realized it was INDEED time to post my master lists!! I had them done but just never published them :)) also someone put the most AMAZING request in my inbox and told me to post my master lists!!! Sooo here!! LOVE U ALL MWAH

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Is there anyway you could do like a plus size reader x Logan from off campus. Like she’s all nervous/insecure going out to watch a game or after a game with allie and Hannah and he’s just perfect. But can we do like angst and she goes quiet and doesn’t explain why or how’s she’s feeling then she explains and he’s perfect 🤩

HELLLLLO

Hereee shawtyyyyy

It’s highkey rushed soooo i apologize:((

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Not Enough

John Logan x Plus size!fem!reader (requested!)

Plot: You weren’t super fond of going out to the bars after games, not because you didn’t like to. Because you hated seeing all the beautiful girls throw themselves at your boyfriend.

Warnings/plot lines: insecure reader, reader goes quiet, soft Logan, “baby”, urmmm that’s it??? Not proof read!!

A/n: HOLAAAA sorry for the delay in posts I am trying I swear!! I work 40 hrs a week so I am floodedddd! Love ya

The moment Allie and Hannah mentioned going to the bar you’re heart sunk. You knew you had to get dressed up, watch girls throw themselves at Logan, then come home all upset at yourself. Getting upset at Logan wasn’t necessarily an option because he couldn’t help it. So, you just got mad at yourself instead. The way you look, act, talk, and even think.

As the group walks down the sidewalk towards everyones favorite bar in the city. Logan is to the left of you talking to Tucker about some soup that he wanted him to make. You feel Logan reach down towards your hand, pulling yours into his. His thumb rubs yours, as he goes on and on about food with Tucker. Hannah is in front of you with Allie, Garret and Dean talking about who knows what.

You haven’t intervened with any of the conversations at hand. Listening was the best bet, especially since you did not really want to be here. Staying quiet you continue to walk, your heels hitting the ground loudly.

Looking in front of you, you can’t help but look towards Allie and Hannah. They looked amazing, they had skirts on with skin tight shirts, along with jackets to cover up due to the cool weather. Their bodies was something men died over, not yours. You look down at your outfit, sucking in your stomach so you look a thinner than you did before.

For a moment you think that this is the worst type of night out. One where you have to watch your boyfriend get hit on every second.

“Hey, you good?” Logan questions gently running into you with he shoulder. Throwing a smile on your face you nod, “uhm, I’m fine!” It came out high pitched and harsh, making Logan immediately understand that you, in fact, were not fine.

“Mhmmmm” he hums softly while looking at you with squinted eyes. “Promise” you say smiling towards him looking forward once again.

The night went exactly how you’d expect. Allie and Hannah were all over the dance floor while you put on a smile trying to have a good time. You wanted to dance but you physically could not get yourself up to do so. The comparison between you all made you want to hide in a shell.

Trying to find Logan you look around the bar. It was pretty crowded with many Bair hockey players, and football players. Girls were everywhere, accidentally dumping into you. It has happened at least three times already.

Logan is talking to Garret while they both look at Hannah. To you Garret seemed to be in love with Hannah, yet you kept quiet because that was something he has to come up with on his own terms. Your boyfriend agreed though, he knew how Garret was, and it was obvious. The way he only has eyes for her, and the way his cheeks turn a little pink when you brought her up. You thought it was sweet.

Because Hannah of all people deserved happiness and a guy that truly loved her. For a long time you figured you were going to be the very last person to fall in love. You thought you didn’t have the look for a boyfriend. Everyone in high school seemed to agree also. Making jokes, and talking behind your back.

A slight smile appears on your face when you watch Garret walk over to her. Standing behind her he grabs her hips. Logan looks over you at watching the happy “couple.” His eyes turn soft as he watches you. You weren’t even looking at him and he was admiring you. Maybe if you saw him, your smile would not have dropped. Maybe you would not be looking down at yourself, hyper focused on the way you look compared to Hannah.

Logan knew right away. He knew the second you were walking on the sidewalk. But, like the gentleman he is he did not want to say anything in front of anyone else.

“Hey baby”

Your eyes snap to Logan’s who is standing in front of you. A slight smile plasters on your face before it drops again. Not a word is passed between you two for a beat, until Logan knew what to say. “You look beautiful tonight” he reaches down to grab your hands pulling you up from your chair to stand. “Really” you whisper at him causing him to nod. “Get out of the pretty head of yours” he praises sending a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not in my head” you smile up at him trying to hide the real truth swirling in your head. Reaching a hand up he tucks a loose strand of hard behind your head wanting to see your face. His eyes take in your face, eyes to lips, lips to eyes. “You’re quiet, and I know what that means” his tone is gentle, comforting. His puppy dog eyes looking into yours with kindness.

“I just….I try really hard John. But I can’t help the thoughts inside my head. Or other people’s thoughts and that’s hard.”

Nodding his head he looks at you harder “I’m so in love with you. And don’t let others get in your head, they don’t matter.”

Love. You never thought it to be true. In fact you figured love was something others made up. Your stomach having butterflies, or heart beating in your chest. Yet here you are, in love.

“You love me?” You smile leaning into his hand on your cheek. “Everyday. I love you everyday. The bad the good, the sad, the hardships, you name it baby. I’ll be here.”

Smiling huge you wrap your arms around his neck, “you mean that.”

Chuckling he answers “of course, and when you look like this I can’t hold myself away from you.” He says things like this often, and it makes you all warm and happy. People used to hated the way you look, and the fact that you pulled a D1 hockey player is insane in your eyes. Logan, however, loves the fact that he gets to patch you up. Scare away any hard feelings that linger inside that head of yours.

“You’re pretty hot yourself” you giggle brushing your hand into the hair on the back of his head. Gently messing up his perfect brown hair.

“I’m serious. You’re perfect”

Blushing you pull back from his hold, placing a kiss to his lips. “I love you, say it again”

Laughing he kisses you and says “I love you.”

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ST Master list <3

Steve Harrington

-Fem!henderson!reader

Forever in that nightmare-fluff

When did you get hot?-fluff

Crawling back to you-fluff

Crawling back to you part two-fluff

Pain before the crawl part one-angst

Pain before the crawl part two-angst?

Pain before the crawl part three-fluff

The pain of losing-sad fluff

“Because I’m a nobody”- angst

“Because I’m a nobody part 2”- angst to fluff

-Fem!Hopper!Reader

Let me think…no-fluff??

Quiet night-fluff

ALL REQUESTS <3

Totally head over heels-fluff, relationship growth per season, angst(some), S.H.

Totally head over heels dabbles-fluff, short, in between seasons, little angst, S.H.

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Off Campus Masterlist

Dean Di Laurentis

Addicted to you-fluff

Terrified (requested) —fluff

Stunned (requested)—fluff

“Then we’re done” -angst

Garrett Graham

John Tucker

His savior (requested) -fluff

John Logan

Let me correct it(requested)- angst to fluff

Not enough-fluffff

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Finding Her Edge Masterlist

Brayden Elliot

Us-angst to fluff

Always there to wipe your tears-fluff

Bruised and bleeding-fluff

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“Then we’re done”

Dean Di Laurentis x fem!Student AT!Reader

Plot: As his AT you know he’s hurt, but as his girlfriend you promised to keep it on the down low. That causes a fight you both weren’t ready for.

Warnings/plot lines: ANGST BABY and a good chunk of it!!! Then fluff, swearing, injury mentioned, medical talk, upset reader, lowkey mean Dean at first, a lil kissing

A/n: I GOT SOOOO LAZY AT THE END SOOO I AM SO SORRY!! It def feel rushed but I just needed to get a post out!! Someone did request angst with Dean sooo here???

You knew the second you saw him exit the rink. The way he skated, the way he babied a particular knee, and how he rubbed at it when it hurt. Looking over at the other Athletic Trainers you noticed one tilt their head as they look at Dean’s walk. It seemed to be uneven, limping. Before anyone else could take action you say “I think someone hit him with a stick too hard. I saw it, so should be fine.”

He wasn’t fine. Of course you knew that. You looked at it the other day, it was purple, not super swollen, but had the potential to be. Dean iced it per your request, and you told him he needed to tape it before every game. Which he did, but today he looked like he was having a tough time. He ran into the wall when a guy tripped him on purpose.

The moment you stepped into Dean’s home you were pulling off your STUDENT AT lanyard, throwing on the kitchen counter. You hear all the guys chattering as they make their way downstairs. Sitting down on the island stool you bring your right foot up to pull off your shoe. Then you bring up your left.

“Did you see how we killed those fuckers!”

“That Mitch guy was pissed after you decked him”

“Hey Dean you need to ice that knee”

“Yeah, man I know”

When they make it down the stairs Garret smiles at you, before heading over to the T.V. Logan and Tucker follow him, placing themselves on the couch. Dean walks over to you, and you cannot help but notice the little limp that is caused by his right knee.

“Hey baby” he greets, reaching out for you. You lean forwards reaching you arms up around his neck. Due to his height, you come off the stool at little as he pulls you up to him. Planting a kiss on the side of your head before he holds you tight.

“Good job tonight” you say into his neck, his hands rub against your back. “I kept looking to see if you’d pull me off” he chuckles, you don’t laugh though, because you so badly wanted to pull him off. To wrap his knee extra good in hopes to keep him sturdy.

“Can I see it”

Pulling back to look at you he shakes his head. “I’m fine” you don’t believe him. He had sweatpants on and you could still tell he was putting more weight on his left leg. You knew the story all too well. Someone says they’re fine, play like normal, then one night it goes south. Especially with a knee. That was no joke to come back from. Torn ACL’s, Collateral ligaments, meniscus, you name it, you’ve seen it. You wanted to trust him, of course you did, but as a girlfriend you never want your boyfriend to be hurt.

Before you think twice about it you stand up escaping his hold. You grab his hand tightly to pull him up the stairs. Dean doesn’t hesitate, or question because he knows exactly what is going to happen up there. He knows that you’re worried, and he knows that he needs to play along to get you to stop. But that doesn’t stop him from mumbling out “Baby, I promise I’m fine. I iced it after the game.”

Turning your head back at him you say “I’m still looking at it.”

Because of course you were. He didn’t have a choice.

Walking into his bedroom he closes the door behind you both. Letting go of him hand you point to the bed. His eyes find yours before letting out a sigh. He pulls down his sweatpants leaving himself in his boxers, then sits on his bed far enough so he can stretch out his entire leg.

Taking a seat next to his leg you lock your eyes with his. “Can you be honest with me, Dean” it came out more as a plea more than a question. In order to figure out what was wrong, he needed to tell you the full truth.

Dean nods glancing down at his knee. Carefully you feel around his patella, realizing just how swollen it really is. “It’s really swollen” you whisper, continuing to gently push down on the area around his knee. Dean flinch’s when you press on the side, “right there?”

With his jaw clenching he nods, you push down a little harder then move your thumbs to the other side. Pushing down he nods again.

“That too?”

“Yeah”

“Okay” you keep moving your hands around and you could practically feel it throbbing. “Did you really ice it?” Looking up at him he doesn’t answer, giving you all the answer you need. “You told me you did, why lie Dean?”

“Because I don’t want my girlfriend to take me out of the game I love” his tone wasn’t soft or sweet. In fact it made you do a double take. You weren’t sure if he meant it that way, but it was harsh.

Pulling your hands away from his leg, placing them in your lap. “It’s what best for you, Dean. I think it’s sprained, but you need to see Dr. Chase tomorrow.”

Dr. Chase is the team’s physical therapist that gives the players the bad or good news. With help more the head AT of course.

“I’m not seeing him” Dean sighs pushing himself up off the bed. He stands, pulling up his sweatpants. “Well you have to or I’ll say something. I’ve been protecting you all week with the other student AT’s Dean! All because you don’t want me to say something.”

“You won’t say something” he chuckles crossing his arms over his chest “as my girlfriend you need to respect that boundary.” Your eyes focus on his, and your lip being to tremble a bit. Standing up you walk in front of him. “As your trainer I want you to do what’s best for you as a player.”

Dean shakes his head, “I need to say something, Dean. I understand that you’re scared of getting benched but if it’s just a sprained knee you will back soon.”

“You can’t! You said you would keep whatever I tell you a secret unless it needed to be said. Like a broken limb or something.” Dean’s tone is way harsher than before, making you jump a little.

Your heart starts to pound when you decide to say “then we’re done.” Dean’s face dropped, his took a step back from you. “We’re done if I, as your girlfriend, can’t say anything.” His movements are gentle as he reaches towards you, “you don’t mean that” he whispers grabbing ahold of your forearms. Tilting your head up you nod, and he knew in that moment you meant it. “Ok fine” he let’s go of you, pointing between the both of you “we’re done! Tell everyone and their mother about me. I don’t care.”

You feel your stomach twist, and your lip trembling harder now. “I just want what’s best for you” you cry out wiping your tears with the back of your hand. Dean usually wiped them, but not today, not now.

Scoffing he walked past you to sit on his bed. His head falls into hands. Watching him quietly he stays there for a moment. “I should’ve known” is all you hear him say. Confused you step towards him “known what Dean?”

Looking up at you, he says “that you would eventually do something like this. Yeah, break my heart into a million pieces and end my career with an injury. You’re an AT for a reason you just like to ruin people’s life’s.”

That is one thousand percent dramatic. Of course he knew that because throughout your whole relationship you never once hurt him. Until now.

“That’s not fair” you start “I’ve worked incredibly hard to be where I am now. And working with you guys has been a dream come true. Being with you has made me better, Dean. But if you can’t take care of yourself I am going to!”

His chest rises and falls, then he points to the door “you said we’re done. So, please leave before I say something even worse.”

Eyes traveling between his hand pointing towards the door, you turn around and twist the door handle. “I love you Dean” you say between your sniffles. Opening the door you close it shut behind as soon as you could get out. Running down the stairs as the air traps in your chest. Struggling to take a breath you practically run into Logan.

“Woah, Woah, woah, are you okay?” Logan stops you before you make it out the front door. Worry covers his face, with tears streaming down your face you shrug and say “we’re done.” Logan’s jaw drops, and moves out of your way to let you out the door.

—TIME SKIP—

You walk into work looking like you were dead. The eye bags are dark and swollen. But you had to be here for 8 a.m hockey practice. That meant Dean did too.

Before you grab your AT bag. You walk towards the physical therapy room, prepared to tell Dr. Chase about Dean. As you turn the corner you run into someone, “sorry” you mumble not bothering to look up. That was until that person grabbed ahold of your wrist “I told him.”

Looking up you see Dean, he looked tired. In fact, he looks exhausted. His dark circles match yours, and his hair was sticking out from every angle. His eyes travel your face then looks down towards his knee. Your eyes follow his gaze to his leg, its wrapped with an ice pack attached to it. “You were right, it’s sprained.”

Nodding you look back up at him. Pulling a smile to your lips you say “I’m glad you told him. But I have to go.” Rushing past him with your head down you only make it two feet before he yells out to you.

“We need to talk” you turn to face him as he speaks. “I’m sorry, for everything I said. Hockey is my life. And I-I struggle knowing that I’m injury away from never playing again. I was scared that you were right, and you are and I’ll be fine in a week or two. I’m sorry.”

“I know” you mumble taking a step towards him. “I’m sorry I didn’t respect that boundary.” He stops closer to you, “AT room? I don’t want anyone to hear us baby. Don’t want them to talk.”

“Yeah, okay”

He leads the way to the room, and you scan in using your badge. You were only AT at the rink this morning due to it just being a practice. That’s what the team gets on a weekend.

Closing the door behind you Dean is quick to speak. “I love you” your eyebrows knit together in confusion but Dean is quick to answer the question that was coming. “You said it last night and I didn’t say it back. So, I love you. Please say something” he begs when you just stand there. And he literally begged.

Walking in front of him you flatten a stray hair on his head. “I’m sorry too, and I love you. I should’ve respected your wishes.” Dean brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face, wanting to see all of you. “No, I should’ve listened. You’re my AT, you know best. I was being dramatic, and fucking asshole. And fuck I made you cry. I’ve never made you cry and I feel like a jerk and I hate-“

“It’s fine Dean. I’m fine. We’re fine” smiling you go on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry I totally dumped you.”

Shaking his head his gently grabs your head and kisses you. It was softer than it usually is, almost like he was trying to show how much he loved you. Pulling back he asks “sooo we are back together??”

Laughing you say “I mean….i guess” you kiss him again. “Say we are” Dean says into the kiss “we are.”

Dean kisses you harder, because of course he did. It’s Dean.

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Heyy I love all ur off campus fics!! They’re so good!

Idk if ur ok with writing pregnancy but I’d love a fic with dead where reader finds out shes pregnant

No worries if u don’t want to🫶💕

DONEEEEE! Fun fact I actually had this in my drafts started and just finished it haha!! Love u and ty for the request!!!

Click here!

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Terrified

Dean Di Laurentis x fem!Logan!reader (requested)

Plot: your period is late, and the last person you slept with was of course with your brother’s friend Dean.

Warnings: reader and dean are more than just a fling, angst, fluff, worried reader, stress, pregnancy test, pregnancy, soft Dean, crying, NOT PROOFREAD

Anxiety rushes through your veins as you reach Dean’s bedroom door. Tucker had let you in while he made dinner, and he said that Dean was upstairs studying which is completely abnormal. Dean rarely looked at his canvas page, let alone study. Not because he was dumb, he was just that smart.

Knocking gently you stand awaiting for him to swing open the door. You stand in your favorite hoodie, with a pair of extremely baggy sweatpants. Fluffy socks keep your feet warm in the chilly temperature of the house. The door opens and Dean swoops you up in a hug lifting you into his room. The door shuts behind you with a click.

“Ugh I missed you” he whispers giving you a kiss on your cheek before placing you back on the floor. You smile trying to act as normal as possible, well as normal as someone could be with a pregnancy test in their pocket.

Pulling back a little you clear your throat. His hands grip gently at your waist, thumbs rubbing lazy circles on your stomach. “I need to tell you something and I need you to listen until I’m done” you say in a whisper looking at him through your eyelashes. His smiling face turns into a concerned one.

Grabbing one of his hands you lead him to the bed to sit down while you stand in front of him. Fiddling with the end of your hoodie sleeve you feel a rush of anxiety run through your veins. His hand drops to crack his knuckles, something he did frequently when his nerves started to kick in.

“Come on” he assures in a calming voice, a slight smile appearing on his face.

Taking a deep breath you gently pull the box from your pocket, holding it tightly in your grasp. “I’m late, and um…I figured it would be a good idea” Dean’s eyes travel from your face to the box in your hand. Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes as your lip trembles.

It’s not that you regret anything you and Dean have done. It has been the best experience of your college career. Yet, you were petrified. Petrified that he would possibly leave you, because Dean Di Laurentis settling down? Never heard of.

His hand gently moves up to your arm to soothe you. “Hey it’s okay, how late” he questions grabbing then test out your hands and placing it beside him. He wanted this to be about you, not the test sitting in your hand.

Shrugging you say “a week and a half…I think. But I’m definitely late.” Nodding he stands “okay, okay, let’s take the test and see?” It sounded more like a question, he didn’t want to push you. “I’m sorry” you apologize staring at his features. Taking him in. Because, for some reason, you think this is the end either way. Scaring off Dean was quite impossible, but a baby? That could possibly do it.

Moving a piece of hair away from your eyes he shakes his head “don’t be sorry, you did nothing wrong babe. If you are it’s okay, Logan might kill me but we’ll be okay.”

A little laugh comes out of your mouth at his last comment. Logan could kill him, but he wouldn’t. At least you don’t think so.

Dean reaches down to grab the box, placing it into your hands. “Here” he smiles tilting his head towards the bathroom. You lean up and kiss the corner of his mouth “thanks.”

Your heart is beating a million miles an hour as you make your way into the bathroom. The door closed behind you, and you hear Dean’s body lean against it. While you use the bathroom, Dean is talking about how it’s your last year anyway and if you were it wouldn’t impact your schooling.

He had a point. You always told yourself that you need to finish your schooling before anything else. That’s the most important thing in your life.

Standing up and flushing the toilet you placed the cap on the test and leave it flat on the counter. “Come in” you say towards the door as you turn on the faucet to wash your hands. “Now we wait….have you ever taken one before?” Deans asks, now leaning against the sink vanity next to you. Turning off the sink you dry your hands with the towel and answer “you know the answer to that.”

Chuckling he nods, “I know, and your brother fucking attacked me when he found out I was the one that you were hooking up with. Especially since you were well, you know…he will flip about this.”

“Got that right”

Dean was the first guy you ever had sex with. Sure you did other things, but sex was not one of those things. It’s not that you did not want to. Of course you did. You just had other things to worry about. Like getting an education so you could help your family with finances. Logan was too focused on hockey to bring in the cash during the school year. And Jules, they too busy in the hockey world to think about paying for anything.

It truly was not a problem that they both had other things to focus on, you loved the fact that you were going to get payed the big bucks as an engineer. So, when the possibility of being pregnant came around, you felt like the World was completely collapsing on you.

Leaning your body against Dean, he opens his arm to hold you. His chin resting gently on your head, “I’m freaking out” you mumble into his chest. “I’m not going to lie, me too” he sighs landing a kiss to the side of your head.

“I’m fucking stupid” you groan wrapping your arms around chest imbedding your face further into him. “If you’re stupid then I am a huge idiot, okay? Things happen, we were safe but a condom can only protect you 99.9 perfect of the time.”

“What’s the chance we are a part of the 0.01 percent? Slim Dean, extremely slim.” You remind him pulling back from his hold. Leaning over you look at the test, then back up at Dean before looking at the test once more.

Your heart drops into your stomach, because of course you were apart of the 0.01 percent chance. Before you had a chance to look at it to took long Dean turns you around to look at him. Tears well up in your eyes, “hey hey hey it’s fine it’s okay, you’re okay.” Dean comforts brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “I’m sorry” you sob, shaking his head “no baby don’t say that.”

Leaning your forehead against his chest you mumble “I’m scared Dean.” That makes him pause for a moment, of course it does. Because you weren’t really scared of anything. He had never seen you frightened, even when he made you watch horror movies.

“That’s okay”

Your breathing is fast, you were stressed, panicking. “Are you gonna leave me” the question came out before your brain processed it. “What? No baby no. It’s-no, I’m staying here with you. Promise”

“Promise?” You ask like you didn’t hear the last word he said. “I promise”

Nodding you pull away from his chest to look at him. “What do we do” Dean shrugs “I’ll support you with whatever you decide, I’m here just know that.”

The tears are slowing down, “What about my brother.” Dean chuckles, “I think I am the person he is going to kill, not you.”

Dean reaches down towards your hips, slightly brushing his hand against your stomach. “It’ll be okay. You will be great” he assures, leaning down to kiss both of your cheeks. “Yeah? You think?” A smile plasters on your face when you think about Dean actually being a dad.

“Hell yeah” he smiles, landing more kisses across your face. Giggling you push him away.

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Hi maybe a Dean or Garrett x reader where reader gets her period and goes in the fridge to get her ice cream but he’s in the couch eating it and reader starts crying and the guys freak out about it.

Hereeee diva! Hopefully it’s okay???

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Stunned

-Dean Di Laurentis x fem!reader (requested)

Plot: In which your period is making you crave your favorite ice cream. But once you open the freezer, it’s gone and the guys on the couch are passing it around with spoons in their mouths.

Warnings/Plot lines: period mention, crying, upset reader, all the guys are eating her ice cream (worst part in my opinion), tired reader, CUTIE DEAN MWAH, some would consider reader a crybaby??, “baby”, kisses, YUUUUHH NOT PROOFREAD WHAT YA GONNA DO ABOUT IT (pls don’t fight me)

A/n: I’ve gotten a good chunk of on anything Dean requests and someone requested this!! So, I am going to put both together for this one! MWAH KEEP REQUESTING!! I am slowly but surely getting through them!

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You slide on your pajama pants with one of Dean's large t-shirts falling to your knees. The restaurant was a killer tonight. The dinner rush lasted longer than usual, and you got yelled at by one too many people. On top of that, you got your period mid shift, causing horrible pain to settle in your lower abdomen. In fact, you had to take a break on the floor in the kitchen due to the pain.

Once you got back to the house, the guys were gone. They had a game earlier that night, causing that crazy dinner rush at the bar. Usually, they went out after a game to celebrate the win, leaving you in the empty home. As soon as you entered the shower, you had to stop yourself from having a complete breakdown from the night. The tears thankfully held back when you remembered your favorite ice cream was in the freezer. Tucked behind frozen peas and vodka bottles. In fact, every side of the container also had your name on it. It was extremely obvious it was yours.

Your mood changed entirely, a smile slightly plastered on your face as you hum a song by Olivia Rodrigo. Now you could not wait to head downstairs, sit on the couch with a cozy blanket, and wait for your boyfriend to come home. Opening the bedroom door, you quickly make your way to the stairs. Stepping quickly down them, you hear voices echoing off the walls.

When you make it down the stairs, you notice all the men sitting on the sofa watching the highlights of their game on ESPN. Garret scored twice, along with Logan, and the ESPN announcers were definitely enthusiastic about the two men. Yelling about how good they were, and how brilliant a player Garret truly is. But once you look down at Dean, you notice a spoon in his hand, and a container passed to him from Tucker. Vodka bottles sprawled across the coffee table.

"Hey," you greet, walking over to the couch. "Hey, pretty," Dean smiles over his shoulder, digging his spoon into a container of ice cream. Your ice cream. It is practically gone, and before you can even think about what else to do, a frown hits your face.

Your lips tremble, and those tears that threatened to spill over in the shower do now. As you sniffle, Dean turns back to look at you, spoon in his mouth. "What happened?" he asks with a worried expression spreading across his face. The rest of the guys face you as tears stream down your face. Your breath hitches as you try to get words out. Looking around, you see the faces of all the men, shocked, wide-eyed, and worried all at the same time.

"Y-you ate my ice cream! It had my name on it and everything! It's my favorite k-ind," you mumble, wiping away the tears from your eyes. It does not do much due to the excessive number of tears spilling down.

Dean looks down at the mostly empty container, then back at you. "I really wanted my ice cream. Work sucked, my period sucks, and I just wanted to eat my ice cream and watch your highlights." You were quiet, now shy as all the guys watch you cry.

"I can buy you more," Logan offers, reaching over to rub your arm gently. Pulling away, you look at him, "I wanted it now!" A louder sob escapes your mouth, and you put your head in your hands. You weren’t angry, just frustrated.

“I can text Hannah to grab some before she comes, I’m sorry” Garret says awkwardly grabbing out his phone. “No! I-uhhh just leave it!” All the guys look stunned, like they don’t really know what to do. Do they all get in the car to get ice cream? Maybe all just hide? Or pray that the container gets filled magically. Dean uses his quick thinking skills for the first time in a long time with his next action.

"Okay, okay, let's get you upstairs, yeah," Dean interrupts, looking at his friends before jumping up from the couch. He places his spoon and the container on the coffee table next to the vodka. Dean then hops over the couch, ushering you towards the stairs. You look up at him, all watery and doe eyed. "I have really bad cramps," you sob, turning around to wrap your arms around his body, stopping him in his tracks. "I know," he whispers into your ear, "I'm so sorry, baby." Dean reaches down to grab your thighs, lifting your body so your legs around his waist.

When you tuck your face into his neck he kisses the side of your head. A sniffle causes Dean to rub your back in a comforting manner as he climbs the stairs.

He smelt like his shampoo, and your all time favorite cologne. Your breath shutters as you try to calm down, and Dean whispers “I’m sorry we ate it.” You don’t respond, instead pull away from his shoulder. Looking down towards Dean’s shoulder you see the wetness of the tears that have fallen, and the current ones still making a mess.

“I got you all wet” you cry leaning back to look at him. Your lip trembles and when he looks at you he leans in to kiss right under your left eye. Kiss away your tears. “It’s fine, I’m not worried about it” he says while he opens his bedroom door, and closes it behind him.

Your breathing starts to even out when he lets go of your legs, gently placing you on the floor. His hands come up to wipe your tears with his thumbs. Sad eyes look at his blue ones, “I need you to take a breath for me so you can talk, okay?” Nodding, you take a seven second breath in and seven seconds out. It doesn’t do much, so you take another deep breath watching him the entire time.

“Good job” he praises moving a rouge piece of hair out of your face.

Wanting to sit down, you walkover to the bed, plopping down on the edge. Dean keels down in front of you, putting his hands on your thighs. “I’m not mad about the ice cream, I was just really excited to eat it.”

“I know, I know. And I’m sorry that we ate it, I shouldn’t have even taken it out of the freezer.”

“I’ve had a bad day” you mumble looking down at his hands on your thighs. His thumbs drawing lazy circles. “Yeah, what to talk about it?” Nodding you start to speak “I had-“

“Can you look at me please?”

Looking up you start again “I had several old ladies yell at me, and the dinner rush lasted extremely long due to your game. Then in the middle of the rush I got horrible cramps that ibuprofen can’t even take away, and then my ice cream got eaten by four hockey guys. It was my Oreo one too. But at least I’m not pregnant, right?”

At your last comment he chuckled “yeah that’s a plus, but I’m sorry that it was an awful night.”

Now the tears have almost come to a halt, and you lean down to his lips. Kissing him gently, he is quick to return the gesture. Your hands slip into his hair, as he leaves your mouth and kisses you all over your face. A giggle leaves your lips “okay okay” he leans back to see your entire face.

Moving a piece of hair away from his eyes you say “your game went really well, I watched you when I had a chance. And thank you for being the best boyfriend.”

“Well next time you need to be in the audience, dresses in my jersey, and looking all pretty. You’re a pretty good girlfriend yourself” he winks, and his phone dings. Nodding toward him you practically tell him you’re okay now.

Letting go of your thigh he reaches for his back pocket, he looks at it for a second then laughs.

“Logan just left for the store to get you more ice cream”

Smiling you say “tell him I say thank you.”

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Can you write John Logan x reader angst? Maybe readers thinks Logan still likes Hannah but isn’t true or something like that. Happy ending plsss

Hereee! I TRIED I PROMISE!!

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Let me correct it

John Logan x reader (requested)

Plot: In which you believe Logan still has feelings for Hannah, even though he has picked you every time.

Warnings/Plot lines: angst to fluff, hockey game, reader kinda goes quiet, ignoring, verbal fight, crying, mentions of the word “baby” and “babe”, NOT PROOFREAD

A/n: I wanted this to be longer and have a longer fight BUT I COULDNT!! How could anyone be made at Logan :(

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The game was almost over, and Logan has yet to find you in the crowd. That never bugged you, he was on the ice before you ever found the spot. So, he liked the challenge, you usually were by Jules, or Hannah, but this time you were sitting next to your own family. You told him that your family was coming to watch him, and you gave him the general area that you would be in. He got close, but never really found you. Logan would smile with the perfect smile he had when he would spot you. A wave would be exchanged between you both before he skated away. He made it extremely obvious when he found you.

But he did find Hannah. Of course he did. When he made a goal he looked at her. He smiled towards her, and you saw all of it. His past crush on Hannah didn’t really matter much. You understood that things happen when you’re constantly in a close proximity to others. But the thought never exited your mind. Garret and Hannah have been together for a couple weeks now and Logan swore he had been over Hannah since meeting you.

Him being your boyfriend you wanted to trust him. But watching him smile at Hannah was really taking a toll on your self esteem.

Did he still like her? Am I missing something that Hannah has? You think, watching as the clock ticks to zero. The buzzer is loud indicating the end of the game. You are quick to stand ushering your family towards the exit doors.

“Can’t we meet John?” Your mother asks stopping you in your tracks. “Uh…um usually after games he takes sometime to….relax” that last word came out more like a question. You always met him after games, but you couldn’t face him. You needed a night to clear your spiraling mind.

“Next time then” your mother states walking past you to meet up with your siblings. Taking a breath you look back towards the celebrating men, then continue to walk up the stairs.

—Time Skip—

You lay in your bed watching The Office to distract yourself from the buzzing noise of your phone. Every buzz, however, you read the words on the screen.

Logan<3: Hey, I missed you after the game

Logan<3: We are celebrating at the house if you want to come!

Logan<3: If you do come I can make Garret queue up Love Story!

Logan<3: What’s wrong? Did I do something? Baby answer please!

Then the call comes, a groan leaves your mouth as you reach for the phone. You didn’t want to ignore him, but, unfortunately, you were sitting in your own self pity. Answering him, or anyone for that matter, was the last thing you wanted to do. But you answer him anyway.

“Hey baby” he says in a comforting tone, “what’s wrong?” You shrug even though he can’t see you and whisper “Nothing.” The question lingers in the back of your mind about Hannah. But asking him might cause a bigger problem than how you feel. You didn’t want to create a fight.

“I know it’s not nothing, was it because I couldn’t find you at the game?” He pushes trying to get information out of you. “Absolutely not, there are hundreds of people there. Don’t worry about that” you assure sitting up in your bed. He sighs over the phone, “talk to me, I want to understand what’s really wrong.”

The silence over the line speaks volumes to Logan. He thought something was truly wrong, but after that he knew something was wrong. “I’m walking to my car now, I’ll see you in five minutes, okay?”

“Mhm” you hum ending the phone call and flopping back on your bed. Logan was such an amazing boyfriend, and the way your mind tricked you into thinking you weren’t good enough for him made you go crazy. In high school you never were one for the popular crowd. People knew you because you talked to everybody, but the athletes didn’t go out of their way for any conversation with you. That’s why you get so worried about whether Logan, and the others, actually like you.

The Office theme song plays as you stare at your ceiling trying not to cry. Sometimes you think you are too insecure to have a boyfriend like Logan. He is constantly surrounded by gorgeous women who would do anything to get in his pants. Of course you trusted him. But after watching him smile and wave at Hannah it really made you question if he still liked her.

He met you soon after Hannah started to tutor Garret. You were working at a local cafe when the group of men walked in. Logan must have said something to Dean, because Dean shouted as loud as possible “Hey can he get your number” distracting you from the latte you were making. Smiling shyly you nodded.

A knock pulls you out of your thoughts, “hey Logan’s here” your roommates says opening the door. You sit up, crossing your legs into crisscross applesauce, waiting for him to enter your dark room. Once he does he flicks on the bright light making you squint. “Sorry, I just wanted to see you” he explains dropping down in front of you on the bed, “what’s wrong?”

Looking down at your hands you say “I saw you look at Hannah at the game.” It comes out timid, but when it does you look back up at him. His facial expression turned from worried to confused in a second. “I-I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Yes you do Logan” you say in a calm manner as you standing up. “I know we’ve had this conversation before, but do you still like Hannah?”

“What no!” He defends keeping his seat on the bed. “I like you, you’re my girlfriend.” Shaking your head you look at him, “but you looked at her.” It’s his turn to shake his head “I could find you babe, I would’ve been looking at you.”

You chuckle a little “but you looked at her, the one person that I-I…” Taking a breath you stop yourself before you spilled all of the thoughts inside your head.

“I couldn’t find you, who did you want me to look at?” He was getting more frustrated now, his tone was slightly harsher, more frustrated than before. But he kept his cool. He was good at that. “Anyone but her!” You cry, the tears starting to fall.

He stands when he sees the tears, immediately ushering towards you. “I’m well over her, okay? I’m sorry I couldn’t find you!” Logan speaks louder so you could hear him over your sobs. Taking a step back you shake your head “I don’t want you to be sorry for that I want to be the best person for you. I overthink everything, Hannah is tens times everything I am. And I understand why you like her.”

His eyes turn sad, almost like tears threaten to fall. “I don’t like her, I thought that maybe you were sitting by her. You usually do! I figured if I smiled at her I was smiling towards you too! I looked for you the entire game, it’s not your fault or mine. We couldn’t find one another, I’m sorry baby. And you’re perfect, I need you to understand that.” He reaches towards you again, wanting to grab ahold of you. Without thinking about it you fall into him, hugging him around his neck while you sob into his neck.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blame you. I should’ve staying after the game. I’m sorry and my family really wanted to meet you! I trust you so much”

Logan’s arms wrapped around you, hand grazing your back in a comforting manner. “Don’t apologize, it’s okay. You’re perfect, and I can meet your family next time okay?” Nodding into his neck you lean to land a peck on his neck. “Thank you, Logan. My brother wants to meet you really bad.”

He chuckles, resting his chin on top of your own. He then comes down planting a kiss to your cheek. “I love you” you pause, the tears stop for a moment, and you pull away to look at him. Your mouth wide open. His eyes travel around your face while a smile creeps onto it. You lift your hands to move his hair away from his eyes. He still holding you tightly.

“I love you”

He leans in to kiss you all over your face while you giggle uncontrollably.

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Would you be able to do a John Tucker x reader who actually brought food to Friendsgiving and actually helps him out? Please☺️

Hereee! Tysm for the request! MWAH

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His savior

-John Tucker x reader (requested)

Plot: Tucker asked you to bring the apple pie and stuffing, but once you walk into the house, you notice hell is about to break loose.

Warnings/Plot lines: fluff?, stressed Tucker, reader is mentioned to be a good cook, lowkey kinda short?? SORRY! Not proofread

A/N: okay this was my first request for one of the guys!! I LOVE THIS IDEAAA! I am a girl that likes to cook/bake soooo duh. Anyways I hope you all like it and keep REQUESTING! if there are any mistakes they’re aren’t…okay?

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You stand holding your homemade pumpkin pie and stuffing awaiting for one of the guys to open the door. The air is crisp, the leaves have started to fall, and there is going to be snowfall within the next week. This time of year was a favorite of yours, the holiday season was always so perfect.

“Hello y/n” Logan says opening the door wide, reaching towards the large pie you made. Taking it from your hold, he shuts the door behind you. “Hey Logan” you say which a smile on your face, “what’s up?”

“Tuck is freaking out over the thanksgiving dinner, Dean ditched us for New York, and G left us to see his dad.”

“With Hannah?” You ask looking around for the girl. Unzipping your jacket you shrug it off your shoulders, and hold it out to the man in front of you.

“Who else?” Logan sighed before reaching out to take your jacket from your hands. “Tuck’s in the kitchen, just an FYI he gave us a whole list to complete”

A laugh leaves your mouth, because of course he does. He always did. That is something you truly liked about him. He was organized, and extremely well at ordering others around in a kind manner.

You walk over to the kitchen, Logan following close behind. “Hey Tuck” his eyes meet yours and softens. “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here. These guys don’t know a thing or two about food. We need to do the Turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans, sweet potatoes, corn, and thank God you brought the pie because we have approximately an hour and ten minutes until we need to fry the turkey and I- ”

Smiling you walk over to him, giving him a tight hug around his neck. “Chill out Tuck, we can figure it out I promise” you say into his neck. Tucker’s breath releases as soon as he is in your embrace, “Happy Thanksgiving” he whispers landing a kiss to the side of your head before pulling you into a tighter hug.

“Happy Thanksgiving T”

Calling you a couple would be a stretch. You two just met at the start of the fall semester in a math class. You two were paired up for partner quizzes and Tucker took a liking to you. It started small, like asking to study together, then inviting you to parties, then to his hockey games, then Halloweekend, and now Thanksgiving. Considering the amount of time you spent together, you thought he would have asked the question by now. The “what are we” question. Yet, it never came. You did couple like things, go out to eat, go to movies, couple costumes, and even kissed too many times to count. But not knowing what you were was frustrating, annoying even. You didn’t want to push him.

Logan places your pie and stuffing on the counter, breaking you both away from each other. Clearing your throat you smile towards Logan and say thank you. He nods towards you two, before exiting the kitchen.

“So what do you need help with” you ask walking towards the other apron on the hook. The guys bought it for you when you made them your famous marry me chicken. They told Tucker right there to marry you so they could have it for the rest of their lives. And they weren’t joking.

You slid your apron over your head, and Tucker comes up behind you to tie the apron. His fingers brush your back making you suck in your breath. Once he is done tying your apron, you walk over to the sink. “Can you cut up the sweet potatoes so we can boil them” Tucker asks as he runs around to gather several other food items. “Uh yeah” you answer pulling your hair up out of your face. You could practically feel the stress oozing off his body. Grabbing a knife, you grab the freshly washed and peel sweet potatoes, cutting them into equal cubes.

“Thank you so much, Dean, Hannah and Garret bailed on us. So, thank you for coming. It means a lot to me.”

Looking up at him you smile, “anytime, I like to be around you. And I guess the guys are okay too.” That comment makes him chuckle a little, but a slight smile lands on him face. “The guys like you too, like really like you. They say you’re a better cook than I am, which I totally agree with by the way”

You grab the next sweet potato before answering “I’m pretty great I guess, thanks for the ego boost Tuck.” He shakes his head while he reaches to grab the green beans from the fridge, “once your done with those can you please was these and cut the ends? You’re great, I mean it.” Nodding you grab the bag of green beans to place them next to you.

“So” you pause for a moment “why did everyone decide to ditch the Friendsgiving they planned?” Tucker is now peeling the regular potatoes directly in front of you. “I have no idea, I guess they wanted to be with their real families. But I got you, Logan, and Jules. I think you all make it worth it.”

“Well I was just sitting at my house all by myself, so thanks for the invite T”

He looks up at you “of course. If you don’t mind me asking why didn’t you go home?”

Clearing your throat you answer quietly “I can’t afford to travel all the way back to Wisconsin, and my parents can’t either. So, I’ll have to wait for Christmas.” Tucker stops cutting, giving you his full attention. “I mean at first I had a hard time with it, when I was a Freshman I hated it, but I know why I can’t go and that’s okay. What about you?”

Tucker grabs the peeler and starts to peel the potatoes once more “I wanted to cook for everyone, and I felt like I needed to be here for G, Jules and Logan. They deserve the best Thanksgiving.”

Setting the knife gently back on the counter you walk over to Tucker. “You’re a really good guy Tuck” you whisper reaching around his neck pulling him into a tight hug once more. In reality you really liked to be held by him, your favorite part of going to bar with the guys was the fact that you just got to be around Tucker the entire time. You could hold his arm, randomly wrap around him and he didn’t care. He just held you back.

He leaned into your hold, wrapping his arms around your waist. “The potatoes are done by the way” he laughs, “thanks, I’ll throw them in the pot.” He breaks away from the hug, and walks over the to the sink, washing his hands, then reaching for the cut up sweet potatoes.

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