A/N: I love reading the lil fics like these so now I must write one hahaha. (sorry to anyone who's waiting for my Logan series update, it's coming I swear) (I've been waiting to use this gif its sooo 🤤)
summary: the five times Logan almost said he loved you and the one time you beat him to it.
pairing: John Logan x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, a lil angst in one bit but not much, implied friends-to-lovers, a lil suggestive in some parts, swearing, alcohol
disclaimer: I don't own any of the off campus characters or story lines, all credit to the author and show writers.
The first time was only two weeks into your recently-defined relationship. You were at the library together, your chemistry books and lectures piled high on the table as you meticulously scrawled incomprehensible formulas and equilibrium expressions across a notebook page. You were gently humming some song playing through your headphones, your head bobbing to the beat as you finished another chapter.
Logan kept peeking glances at you from across the table, a small smile on his face as he shook his head and looked back down at his Econ homework. You caught movement out of the periphery of your eye, looking up to catch Logan in the act. You took an earbud out, your eyebrows furrowing as you turned to question your boyfriend.
“Nothing,” Logan lazily shrugged.
“John Logan,” your eyes squinted as you assessed him.
“Ooh, the full name,” Logan leaned back in his chair, a teasing smirk forming.
“John Logan, why are you laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you, I would never.”
“It sure looked like it.”
“I would never laugh at you, baby. Maybe I just enjoy sitting here and basking in your presence,” Logan tilted his head, a mischievous look on his face.
“Aww that was sweet,” you leaned forward, your chin resting in the palm of your hand.
“And watching you dance while doing homework,” he added with a chuckle.
“Logan you ass,” you tossed a highlighter across the desk at him, grinning in satisfaction as it smacked him in the chest.
“That’s not very nice,” he raised his hand to his chest where the marker had hit him, feigning pain.
“Neither is laughing at your girlfriend,” you teased back, not nearly as offended as you pretended to be.
Logan grinned widely, his girlfriend. God, he loved the sound of that. Loved it even more when you were the one to say it out loud.
You turned your attention back to your notes, unable to wipe the dopey smile off your face.
Logan’s eyes never left you. He watched as you slowly started bopping along to the beat again, occasionally looking his way and giggling as you continued to study. He loved studying with you, mostly because that meant he got to study you. Your little quirks and habits, he loved memorizing them all. Every little small detail of yours, he loved them all.
As time went on Logan was learning he loved every little minor thing you did that you never would’ve thought he’d noticed. The urge to tell you how much he loved all these little things he’d picked up on over the last few months you’ve been dating was building rapidly.
However, Logan feared it was too soon and he didn’t want to risk running you off, so he held back for now. He watched as you continued bouncing your head to the beat in your headphones, smiling to himself as he refocused on his notes.
Too early in the relationship, but that didn’t stop Logan from cataloguing every characteristic and mannerism of yours.
The second time Logan almost admitted that he loved you was the first time you came to one of his games while wearing his name across your back. You had been several times before, always sitting with Allie and Hannah as they cheered on their boyfriends.
But this was the first time you were there, as Logan’s girlfriend.
He had made a couple laps around the ice to warm up, hyping himself up in his head as he nodded to his teammates as they began warm up drills. As he pumped his skates back and forth his gaze naturally found yours in the crowd. You were sitting front and center with the girls, his away jersey covering your frame.
You had been staring at him, excitedly bouncing up and down as he finally found you amongst the buzzing student section. You waved at him from across the rink before cupping your hands around your mouth and screaming your head off for him.
“Let’s go baby, kick their asses!”
And you had remained loud during the entire game, consistently cheering him and his friends on as the Hawks gained the advantage and Logan scored a goal. He could hear you over the crowd going crazy as the puck swished into the opposing team’s net.
Logan could hardly stop the dopey little smile that was largely hidden underneath his hockey helmet’s cage. He circled back around the rink, hitting his archer pose as he pointed towards where you were cheering him on from the stands, Allie and Hannah sharing similar looks behind you.
Logan was impressed with how loud you were able to yell, he could hear you clear across the rink. Dean and Tucker came up skating behind him. Dean thumped a padded arm against Logan’s back.
“Y/N’s loud as hell, Logan,” Dean laughed.
“She could probably announce the game with how loud she is,” Tucker added.
Logan had the cheesiest grin plastered all over his face.
“Oh, he’s whipped,” Dean practically cackled as he gloated.
“Yeah, I totally am,” Logan was proud of this, you had him wrapped around your finger and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved that you claimed him as loud and proud as he claimed you. His heart swelled, adoration pouring out of him as he pointed to you with his hockey stick. His smile widened as you started screaming even louder.
After the game, when the Hawks won you had slithered out of the stands and ran towards the men’s locker room, positively buzzing with excitement.
Allie and Hannah could hardly keep up, their rapid footsteps falling short as you had practically sprinted to find Logan. By the time the other girls had caught up to you, you were bouncing up and down in the hallway as you waited impatiently by the door to see your winning boyfriend.
One by one, the team started to file out of the locker room and either exited to the left or found their respective friends and family to the right.
Dean and Tucker came out first, the loud-mouthed blonde immediately noticing you vibrating with excitement and letting out a chuckle before grabbing Allie by the waist and pulling her in for a sweet kiss. Tucker also laughed lightly, shaking his head as he greeted Hannah and Allie.
Garrett came out next, simply sparing you a sideways glance and smile as he quickly pulled Hannah into his arms, his face relaxing in the crook of her neck.
At long last, Logan finally appeared in the door. His curls fresh from the post-game shower, his impish grin widening as he locked eyes with you. You didn’t give him a second to think twice, immediately throwing yourself into his arms and pecking small gentle kisses all over his face as his chest reverberated with deep laughter.
“You.” Kiss. “Were.” Kiss. “So.” Kiss. “Amazing.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Kicked.” Kiss. “Some.” Kiss. “Serious.” Kiss. “Ass.” Kiss. “Out.” Kiss. “There.” Kiss. “I’m.” Kiss. “So.” Kiss. “Proud.” Kiss. “Of.” Kiss. “You.”
Out of breath, you pulled away and stared deeply into his brown eyes. Logan was grateful for the dimmed lights of the underground hallway, or he was sure you would’ve noticed the pure adoration and deep emotion swirling through them as he stared at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever hold in his arms.
“Thanks baby, I had the best cheerleader out there,” Logan smirked.
“Are you guys coming to Malone’s or you gonna stand there in the doorway all day?” the group collectively giggled as Dean interrupted the moment you were having.
You sighed in fake protest as you slid out of Logan’s arms, settling on holding his hand as you dragged him along the hall with the others.
He was falling more and more in love with you every day. He wanted to tell you, he just didn’t want to do it with everyone else around. He wanted it to be just yours between the two of you.
The third time was the result of you testing Logan’s patience time and time again. It was harmless really, and he’ll admit that on that particular day you got him good. You had been walking out to his truck after getting breakfast together when you pointed to something in the distance over Logan’s shoulder.
“What’s that over there?” You had sounded innocent enough.
He had turned to look, rapidly spinning back around when he heard you take off sprinting towards his truck.
You and Logan had been battling it out lately, you were adamant that you could get your own door and not shrivel up and fade away. Logan saw things differently and came up with every excuse under the sun as to why you shouldn’t have to open your own door.
“I like your nails, I don’t want you to ruin them.”
“What if your bag gets caught in the door? We can’t have that.”
“What if I just want to do this one thing for you, Y/N?”
Which had then resulted in the current situation, of you always trying to throw him off so you’d get your way. Logan wasn’t about to let that happen, and he was determined to get his point across.
Logan had jogged his way back to his truck, giving you a stern look through the passenger window as he opened your door.
“Absolutely not,” was all he said.
Logan’s hands undid the seat belt buckle in one swift movement, his arms sliding behind your back and under your thighs as he pulled you out of his truck.
“Logan! What are you doing?” You had shrieked, giggling the entire time as you threw your arms around Logan’s neck to catch your balance.
“How many times do I gotta tell you, baby?” Logan set you down gently, closing the passenger door as soon as your feet touched the ground.
“John Logan, I know you did not just yank me out of your truck to prove a point.”
Logan bit his lip, nodding as he looked you up in down, savoring every bit of your form as he was going to show you how much he intended to prove that point. He pressed his body into yours, your back pushed against the truck door as you felt like you forgot how to breathe.
Logan brought a finger up, brushing loose strands of hair behind your ear.
“I like doing these things for you, baby. So yeah, I’m going to prove my point to you right now and I’m going to open your door for you, and you’re going to sit your pretty little ass down in that seat and then I’m going to take you home. Sound good baby?”
Logan didn’t leave much room for argument, his body so close to yours that if you leaned just the slightest bit forward you could’ve kissed him. Logan knew the effect he had on you, a knowing smirk on his face as he hovered over you.
You weren’t going to let him have it that easily. If he wanted to play dirty, two could play that game. You leaned in as if to kiss him, Logan instinctively flickering his eyes down to your lips as he simultaneous bent his head lower. Instead, you dodged his kiss, tracing your lips gently up his jawline and landing on the pulse point on his neck. You lingered there, noting the way Logan groaned as you tenderly kissed up towards his ear.
“Don’t think that just because you’re taking my ‘pretty little ass’ home that I am going to make things easy for you, baby.”
Your lips now hovered above his, the urge to close the distance mounting within Logan as a teasing, coy look crossed your face. Just as Logan began to lean in, you abruptly pulled away. Instead, you opened the door once again and climbed up into your seat. You put on your seat belt, sparing a glance back out the open truck window where Logan stood staring at you with his lips parted and his brows furrowed in disbelief that you had just curved your own boyfriend.
You giggled as you rested your arms against the windowsill, tilting your head to the side as you stared right back at him.
“There, my ‘pretty little ass’ is sat. You taking me home or what?” You flirted unabashedly.
Logan could feel the warm heat crawling up his neck. You kept him on his toes and he loved how despite the routines you’d had after so long of being friends, you found new ways to surprise him every day.
Every day Logan found new reasons why he loved you, and every day he was closer and closer to admitting to you something he had just kept to himself all these moments.
The fourth time was after your first fight. Logan hardly wanted to call it a fight, he’d folded the instant you gave even the slightest inclination that you were maybe about to cry. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, and Logan had already forgotten what you’d been arguing about. He just knew that he couldn’t stand the sight of you upset and he knew that stress was the main factor that had kicked off the argument in the first place. The whole thing had started because you were overwhelmed from work and school and you hadn’t been taking care of yourself and Logan called you out on it. He hadn’t meant to strike a nerve, but when he pointed out that you looked tired, you took it personally and started bickering with him until you realized you needed a break.
“Logan, I’m still mad at you,”you pushed his arms away from you as he had tried to pull you into his embrace.
“That’s fine, be mad at me,” Logan was doing his best to ignore the sting, wanting nothing more than to reach out and hold you.
“I know, baby,” Logan winced.
“Don’t baby me,” your eyes practically shot daggers at him.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Logan apologized for probably the hundredth time that night.
“I’m going to walk away for ten minutes,” you said as you threw pushed your hair out of your face, Logan itching to be the one to do it.
“Just ten minutes. I’m going to shower, do a face mask, and calm down,” you confirmed, your eyes softening as you took in the way Logan gave you his sad, pouty eyes.
Those were the longest ten minutes of Logan’s life to date. Albeit, it was probably going to take way longer than ten minutes in the bathroom as you had wanted to shower, run through your skincare and haircare routines, and just take some time to breathe as you processed what had just transpired.
He had been waiting for all of about two minutes, his leg bouncing as he sat on your couch waiting for you to come out of the shower. He wanted to give you your space, but god he also wanted to hold you close and promise to never argue with you again. He couldn’t stand to think that he had hurt your feelings in any capacity, the idea alone making his chest ache as he thought about how upset you’d looked.
He couldn’t just sit there, his mind kicking into high gear as he jumped up and into the kitchen. Logan racked his brain for ideas, his mind in overdrive as he tried to come up with a plan to fix things. That was his whole thing after all, he was the one who fixed problems and he was absolutely desperate this because he didn’t want a silly fight to be the starting crack in the foundation of what you two are building together.
You were peacefully showering, completely oblivious to the madness happening beyond your bathroom door. Logan moved mechanically, his body taking him to where he needed to be. He had resorted to taking some of the tedious tasks off your to do list, trying to find anything he could do to help soften your burden as he started your laundry, took out trash, and ordered your favorite take out.
He knew you were just stressed, that the weight of midterms and everything you had on your plate was simply weighing you down. He just wanted you to take care of yourself because of how much he cared about you.
He had just taken your favorite hoodie and sweatpants—conveniently missing from his closet Logan had noted—out the dryer with some fresh towels, only having thrown them in there for a few seconds to warm them. He had folded them as nicely as he could manage, before cracking the door to the bathroom to set them on the counter. He kept his gaze downwards, not wanting to disrespect your privacy and just quickly slip in and out.
“Ugh, what is wrong with you.”
Hearing you speak, he froze mid-step in fear that you were about to be angry with him all over again.
“Like c’mon Y/N this is so dumb, he wasn’t trying to be mean.”
Were you talking to yourself? Logan pondered.
“He’s just trying to look out for you, and here you are being difficult for no reason.”
Logan frowned, he didn’t like the way you spoke to yourself about yourself. He didn’t think you were being difficult, he just thought you needed more support as you dealt with the stress of everything and that it had simply boiled over tonight.
The water dripped to a stop, Logan quickly refocusing and setting the warmed towels and clothes down before slipping out silently to let you change and continue with your routine.
He had made his way back out towards the living room, setting your fuzzy blanket on the sofa and queuing up your favorite movie before reaching for your empty water bottle to refill it. By the time he had filled it to the top, you had appeared in the doorway and stared at him.
Logan’s heart melted into a puddle at the site. His hoodie swallowed you whole, your socks barely peaking out beneath the sweatpants, and your eyes red-rimmed, and swelling with a new set of tears. A sniffle caught his attention as he set your water bottle down and was immediately striding over to pull you into his arms.
“Baby, don’t cry please,” Logan cooed as his heart ached.
“I’m sorry for getting mad for no reason,” you mumbled into his chest.
“It wasn’t no reason, you were overwhelmed and stressed,” Logan countered.
“You didn’t deserve that though.”
“Trust me, baby. I can take a lot more than that.”
You laughed lightly, the sound bright in Logan’s ears as his thumbs came up to brush away the few tears that had managed to escape. Looking beyond Logan’s shoulders, you paused as you realized.
“This hoodie was nice and warm. Did you do my laundry?”
“Maybe,” Logan sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
“And my dishes?” Your heart was swelling with adoration for this man.
“Among a few other things,” Logan nodded.
“I don’t deserve you, John,” you said as you gazed helplessly into his gentle brown eyes.
“I would do it a million times over for you, baby. C’mon, go get comfy. Food should be here any minute now.”
Logan led you to the sofa, happy he could just take a few small things off your shoulders and get you to take a break. He admired the smile when you realized he’d ordered your favorite without you having to ask, and he cherished every small giggle as your favorite movie played. As you watched the scenes you’d long since memorized play out, Logan watched you. He was content as well as relieved that the silly little argument remained just that.
Logan loved taking care of you, almost as much as he loved you. Every chance he got, he intended to show that to you.
The fifth time Logan almost said he loved you, he couldn’t bring himself to do it because he was convinced you were too drunk to remember.
You had gone out for a girls’ night with Allie and Hannah, the three of you hitting your favorite bars and dancing the night away as you talked about everything under the sun from your respective relationships to the way midterms and group projects had been kicking your asses this semester. It was a fun change of pace, just hanging out and having fun.
By the time you had gotten to the end of the night, you and Allie were well-beyond just tipsy and gallivanting towards wildly drunk. Hannah had the good conscious to remain somewhat sober, and had called in the reinforcements to rein you and Allie’s antics in. What Hannah hadn’t accounted for, was you being just far enough gone to not recognize your own boyfriend. When Logan arrived to take you home, he was desperately trying to hold back his laughter as he assessed the state you were in. You were slumped against the bar, absentmindedly swirling a straw in your drink. You were sullenly watching as Garrett and Dean had arrived to join their girls as you waited listlessly for Logan to make his appearance.
“Hi, baby,” he greeted you.
Looking over your shoulder, you gave him the nastiest look Logan had ever seen you muster as you side-eyed him.
“I have a boyfriend, dude,” Vitriol coated every syllable of your words, the sheer magnitude of sass catching Logan off guard.
“Ah, I don’t see him,” Logan pretended to look around.
“My boyfriend is picking me up, don’t get any ideas weirdo,” you continued to twist your straw around.
“Oh really, he left you out here all alone?”
“It was girls’ night, dude. He’s not a girl therefore he’s not included,” you didn’t even spare a backwards glance as you rolled your eyes.
“Well, hopefully he’s coming soon then,” Logan took the seat next to you, flagging down the bartender so he could pay your tab.
“I know, I just miss him soooo much,” you sighed.
“He must be a really great guy,” Logan was having fun with this conversation.
“Oh, he’s just the best,” you agreed.
“Tell me about him,” Logan grabbed the check from the bartender, nodding in appreciation as he grabbed his wallet to pay.
“He’s so pretty, he’s got curly hair and dimples. Oh! And he pisses me off,” you stated, quickly disrupting into giggles afterwards.
Logan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“What? Why does he piss you off?”
“Because, he’s got really nice, long eyelashes. Like why? How dare he?” You gave up playing with your straw.
“He sounds like just the worst,” Logan nodded.
“No, he’s the best. I said that already.”
“You just told me what pisses you off about him, what makes him the best then?”
“He’s a mechanic, and a plumber! Not officially but like he’s really good at those things. He is I think the best guy I’ve ever met, he’s so sweet and kind. He cares more than he lets on. Oh and he’s also really smart and athletic,” you listed on and on.
“Does this guy have a name?” Logan turned back towards you, having signed the check for your tab and gathering up your bag and jacket.
“He goes by his last name, Logan. But I like to call him John because he gets super flustered and the tips of his ears turn pink,” you admitted with a giggle.
Logan could feel the blush washing over his face and down his neck as you said this, despite being not at all baffled that you had been doing it on purpose.
“So John Logan, eh? Isn’t he a hockey player?” Logan coughed as he tried to recover and continue the conversation.
“Oh my gosh yes! Do you know him?” You had excitedly sat up in the barstool, ready to talk about your boyfriend more.
“I think you’re looking at him, baby,” Logan grinned.
Confused, you leaned closer and squinted as you raked over his features. It took a moment through your drunken stupor, but as you took in the curls and the brown eyes and dimples, realization washed over you.
“John! There you are! When did you get here? I missed you,” you exclaimed as you had finally recognized your boyfriend.
“Hi baby, I missed you too. You ready to go?” Logan had grabbed your jacket, holding it out so you could slide your arms in.
You stood from the bar stool, shimmying your body into your jacket before turning around and wrapping your arms around Logan’s middle. You inhaled deeply as the scent of his soap and cologne infiltrated your senses.
Sighing contently, you whispered, “Can I stay at yours tonight, please?”
Logan smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to your hairline.
“I’d love that, baby. Let’s go,” Logan pulled your hand towards the exit, stopping so you could say bye to the girls you were going to see in about 15 minutes at the hockey house.
You were quiet as you let Logan lead you to his truck and buckle you into his passenger seat. Logan had gently closed your door, walking around the front to the driver’s side and hopping in. As he adjusted the temperature settings for you, you broke the silence.
“This guy was asking me all sorts of questions about you, John.”
“Oh yeah?” Logan couldn’t help his grin.
“Yeah, I told him I had a boyfriend and then all he could ask about was you! Can’t blame him though, you’re pretty great.”
Logan turned to find you already staring at him. Your head pressed into the seat, your eyes had glazed over and your pupils dilated, a soft flush had settled across your features and was barely seen under the pale glow of the streetlights. You were practically incandescent, Logan relaxing in his seat as he almost said it, his mouth opening and closing as you began to shake from laughter and breaking him out of his trance.
Logan wanted it to be special when he told you that he loved you, he wanted you to remember. He was ready, he wanted to tell you just how deeply his adoration for you ran.
+the 1 time you beat him to it
You and Logan had been dancing around the subject for awhile, neither one saying the dreaded “L Word” as weeks turned into months and you had started getting antsy. You knew how you felt about Logan, you knew that you loved him and you felt like your relationship was only getting stronger every day. But, that didn’t stop the anxiety that had been plaguing you about who would say it first. Which led you to tonight, in which you were going to just rip the bandaid off and tell Logan exactly how you felt and be done with it.
Once you had worked up the courage, that is.
You two had decided to go for a romantic walk now that the weather was starting to warm up, the spring air and recent rain turning everything a bright green. Flowers had begun sprouting along the path, the sun setting behind the trees as you had been absentmindedly walking along. Talking about anything and everything, your hands entwined as Logan rubbed circles into your hand with his thumb.
Continuing along, the two of you knew this path like the back of your hands. You basked in each other’s presence, just content and happy to be together. As the sun continued to set on the horizon, you stumbled upon your special spot.
In the park you two frequented, there was a massive boulder that overlooked the pond that you two loved to come and sit and be in each other’s company. It was just slightly off the beaten path, but it offered a bit of privacy. You had shown it to Logan back when you were just friends, and it ended up being the place that Logan would ask you out. You smiled at the memory.
“What are you smiling at?” Logan asked, peeping down at you as he swung your intertwined hands back and forth.
“Just thinking,” you replied.
“Anything in particular?”
“Actually I was just remembering how this was where you finally asked me out, took you long enough,” you teased, bumping your shoulder into his.
“You have no idea how long I had been dreaming about asking you out,” Logan groaned.
You looked out across the pond, an idea springing to your mind.
“I want to go swimming,” you stated firmly.
“What? Y/N it’s going to be so cold. It’s only just started getting warm out,” Logan looked at you like you’d maybe lost your mind a bit.
“Aren’t you a hockey player, John? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little cold,” you had already started slipping off your shoes, hopping down off the rock as you made your way towards the pond.
Logan could only stare momentarily as you slipped off your shirt, your light reflecting off the bond and dancing across your skin as the sun had almost completely set now.
“You coming?” You called back to Logan over your shoulder, having stepped out of your shorts and just standing in your bra and underwear.
You had always been a sight for sore eyes, your beauty taking Logan’s breath away every time.
He found you mesmerizing. And that often worked in your favor, as it did now when Logan found himself following you towards the pond and pulling his hoodie over his shoulders.
You grinned as you waited for him, reaching your hand out towards him and beckoning for him to join you. He had also stripped down to his underwear, your eyes raking over him as you appreciated way the sparse light reflected across his toned muscles.
“Like what you see?” Logan smirked, intertwining his hand with yours again.
“I think you know I do, come on,” you scoffed as you pulled Logan with you, wading into the water.
“Shit, I told you it was going to be cold,” Logan’s shoulders tensed as he waded deeper, instinctively bringing you close to his chest to keep you warm.
You shivered lightly in Logan’s arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as you both floated along in the pond. The sun had fully set, the moonlight being the only thing reflecting in the shadows that danced across your faces as you stared deeply into each other’s eyes.
You stayed silent for a moment, reveling in each other as you quietly whispered the one thing that had been constantly at the forefront of your mind.
Your voice had barely been above a whisper. Logan looked like he could hardly believe what he’d heard, like maybe he’d been imagining it. He’d been trying to find the perfect moment to say it over the last four months, and you’d beaten him to it.
As the quiet continued to stretch, you began to second guess yourself as doubt set in. You pushed out of Logan’s arms a bit, worried you had just ruined everything.
“John, if you don’t feel the same, I—”
Logan’s brain caught up to his ears as he realized, not giving you the opportunity to put any distance between the two of you. He reached out, his hands resting against the side of your face and the back of your neck as he pulled you in.
His lips hungrily met yours, Logan’s heart beating out of his chest as every nerve ignited in his body. He felt impossibly warm with you in the cold pond, pulling away as your eyes stayed close for a brief moment. You were breathing hard and deep, your lips swollen as you finally opened your eyes and stared back into Logan’s.
“I love you, Y/N. Sorry it took me a second, I just couldn’t believe you beat me to it,” Logan chuckled, his hand never once leaving your face. You smiled once more, letting Logan tug you closer as the hand that had been on your neck found your waist and moved to support you as you wrapped your legs around him.
Your lips met his once again, a moan escaping from somewhere deep inside as Logan weaved his fingers into your hair. You two were so wrapped up in each other, enveloped in the moonlight that you hardly noticed the cold anymore.
You had beaten him to it, but Logan intended to tell you all the ways he’d learned he loved you. Even if it took all night long.
A/N: as always, you know this isn't proofread. pretend you don't see the typos bby plz I beg. also please leave me some comments or send some requests! it makes me so so so happy to see your messages and y'all make me laugh I love reading them <3 forehead kisses for you all x.
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