summary: you and logan avoid each other after a fight, dean and allie come to the rescue. fluff, requested!
Looking back now, neither of you seem to remember what it was that started this whole mess. All you know is that bad days happen for everyone, each their own private reasons. Sometimes it’s classes, sometimes it’s hockey, sometimes it’s family, and because life happens that way, most times it’s all at once.
On the rare, yet present occasion of those days colliding for both you and Logan, it’s hard to navigate the weird feelings that come to surface without hurting the other in the process.
Because you’re both the type to bottle their feelings until something cracks it open, it only takes a little, stupid disagreement for it to pop like a champagne bottle, all sudden and carelessly — you say something you didn’t want to, he says something harsh in return, you act mean out of spite, an ugly back and forth that ends with him giving you a silent treatment that you refuse to take, walking out the door.
And because you’re both stubborn, it’s been like that for two days now.
Logan throws the puck into the acrylic panel once again, dropping the stick on the ice in frustration.
“You’re playing like shit.” Dean says from the bench, so casually.
Logan stares at him, eyebrows raised, “Thanks, man. You’re being really helpful.”
“You don’t need my help,” he says, “You need to fix whatever the fuck happened between you and your girl.”
Logan throws another puck, missing it again, “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you acting all broody and annoyed for the past two days.”
“I’m not acting like that.”
“Of course you are,” Dean says like it’s obvious, and Logan rolls his eyes, “You’re acting annoyed now!”
“Because you are annoying me!” Logan walks out the ice, throwing himself on the bench next to Dean.
Dean Di Laurentis has more substance than his blonde hair and blue eyes combo allows the general public to see, Logan knows that. Still, somehow it always comes as a surprise when he is the one to notice something’s wrong with his friends and call it out, usually in the likes of a private, wise pep talk. This time is no different.
“Come on, man. Tell me what’s wrong?” Dean taps Logan’s shoulder, “Daddy Dean is here to help.”
“First of all, never call yourself that again,” Logan says, and Dean only shrugs, “I don’t know, dude. We just— Blew things out of proportion, you know? I don’t even know how to apologize.”
“But you want to?”
“Yes! Yeah, of course. We haven’t talked in three fucking days, man.” Logan says, hands running over his face in frustration, “I miss her so much it’s making me insane.”
“Bad at hockey too.” Dean adds, “If you miss her, then go talk to her.”
Logan shakes his head, “It’s not that simple.”
“Yes, it fucking is. Logan, stop with the martyr complex. Go find her, yeah?” He says, standing up from the bench. “I’ll see you back at the house later, and you better have a big smile on that pretty face.”
Dean walks out, leaving Logan and his pout staring down at the ice, wondering how he is supposed to make up to you.
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You hold one of Allie’s bed cushions against your chest as you avoid her gaze.
“I’m just saying,” she goes on with her speech, which now sounds more and more like a sermon instead of her usual words of encouragement, “I think you should talk to him.”
You sit up, wide eyes staring at her, “You think I’m in the wrong?”
The mere thought of not having Allie on your side of any situation shakes you to your core. If there’s one thing Allie Hayes will always be is a girl’s girl sort of friend — she has, and will again, advocate for your rights and feelings. A good friend, Allie is.
Good enough to give you a good wake up call.
“No,” she moves to the bed, sitting next to where you lay and fingers running through your hair, “But I don’t think he’s wrong either, babe. You said you were having a bad day?”
You nod weakly, “Yeah.”
“Did he know that?” Your face turns into a grimace, lips twisting. Allie knows what that means, “See! You didn’t get to talk.”
“We talked,” you say, voice small, “Just didn’t last much without me acting stupid.”
“Well, there you have it.” She says, moving her hands in that expressive way she does, “Work things out, babe. You’re miserable.”
Your mouth falls open, “I am not!” You are, but Allie shouldn’t be able to see through you so easily. Then again, it’s Allie.
“You went through my entire sad Hot Cheetos stash in four hours last night,” she says, “You’re awful. Get it together.”
“Fine.” You say, huffing. Allie stares at you from the end of the bed, “What, now?”
“Yes, right fucking now!” She yanks the cushion out of your arms, threatening to throw it on you as you scramble to get out of her room, “Move!”
You practically run out of Allie's room, heading out of your shared building to walk over to Logan’s place.
Before you can reach the door, you see a familiar figure standing outside, pacing side to side.
“Hey,” you call for his attention.
Logan’s eyes immediately follow your voice, staring at you like you’re an oasis, and he’s been in the desert for a while now.
“Hey. I, uh, just wanted to– You know…”
“Do I?” You answer, a teasing grin in your lips. He looks pretty with that crease between his eyebrows, and you missed him.
“Talk to you, I mean.” Logan says, “If you want to. You were heading out?”
You nod, “To yours, actually.”
He raises his eyebrows, “Oh, yeah?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” You joke, then shake your head, “No, sorry. I mean it, I was really walking to yours. I wanted to talk.”
Logan straightens his posture, boyish look suddenly gone, face turning apologetic, “Honey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rude.”
“No, oh my god, Logan– I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about what I said, I was just–” You cut him off, taking a deep breath, “I was so upset that day. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“Me neither.” Logan says, “And the whole silence thing was just really fucked up. I’m sorry.”
You nod, “Look,” you say, “Can we just– I don’t know, I’m not saying to forget it, but—” Your face twists, a sting behind your eyes, “I really missed you, Logan. I can’t have another two days of not talking to you.”
His face splits into a coy smile, “You missed me?”
You roll your eyes, but a grin appears on your lips, “Of course I have.” You say, stepping a little closer to whisper, “Missed you so much.”
Logan drops his eyes to your lips, moving slowly as to allow you to back up if you want to. Your hands move to his face, pulling him closer. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then another on the corner of your mouth, then another, and another, lips murmuring between every kiss,
“I missed you too, honey.” You place your arms around his neck, pulling him for a hug. His arms curve around you, his face hiding over your shoulder. “Can we never do that again?”
“What, fight?” you giggle, “That’s a bit unrealistic.”
“Avoid each other,” he clarifies through a chuckle, “Can we please always look for each other after we fight?”
“I was on my way to you.” You say, pressing a kiss on the side of his face, then in a softer voice, “And you came here looking for me.”
“Of course I did.” He doesn’t move from your arms, nuzzling against your neck instead, whispering close to your ear, “Always will too.”
You keep your hold onto him, a satisfied thrumming on your chest in knowing that Logan will find his way back to you, always.
notes: thank you for reading! requests are open! likes/reblogs/thoughts are appreciated! <3
Warnings: crying, lots of crying, panic attacks, mention of relapse, Dean being a sweetheart, use of baby and sweetheart, breakdowns, betrayals, mention of trust issues.
Author note: based on my irl experience. I know having trusted friends is hard but do not hurt yourself in the process of getting over them. So here's a little bit of comfort for whoever needs it. Also please reblog, likes don't do much but reblogs help a lot!! Thanksss <3
Song inspo: You're my Destiny
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"Sweetheart, please please talk to me. Don't shut me out. I can't stand to see you crying like this." Dean's voice came from the other side of the door, desperate and laced with worry but I couldn't even reply.
The panic attack continued, I couldn't breathe, my vision going dark slowly. The last thing I remember before my vision died was that somehow I flicked the lock of the bathroom.
I woke up after who knows how long and found Dean sitting right beside me. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asks, still worried as he passes me a glass of water.
"Exhausted." I reply, my voice slightly strained as I look around to see everyone standing around my room looking equally concerned. Just then the memories come flooding back of how I was sobbing uncontrollably and my eyes tear up again.
Dean immediately notices and pulls me in and everyone takes the cue to leave without being noticable. "Hey, hey, talk to me baby, please."
I couldn't control myself longer and I breakdown again. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. It's just I got a text from my friend saying she can't leave her other good friends for me and everything and blocked me before I could even reply-" I sob. "And she was my best friend, Dean. Best friend!"
Dean doesn't say that I'm overthinking or being dramatic, he just holds me against his chest, letting me rant.
"And and I didn't even ignore her! She was hanging out with the girl who clearly despises me, and the feeling was mutual, and she knew everything that girl did yet... Yet she chose her not me. She chose her, Dean!" I cry harder, who wouldn't after such a betrayal by your so called best friend who was with you since you were like 4.
"I've got you, Baby. Let it all out. She doesn't deserve you, okay?" Dean tries to reassure me but I'm too broken to listen it.
"All my friends do this, Dean.. they just- they just always exclude me or they just cut ties with me once I introduce two people to each other. Why... Why am I never enough?!"
"I know, sweetheart, I saw how they avoided you last week, I thought it was about that stupid photo thing."
"I hate it all.. I hate myself, Dean." I say, the sobs getting slower but I can feel that I'm shaking.
I'm not looking at Dean but I can feel that his heart is breaking seeing me like this and he just pulls me closer. I eventually calm a little, luckily not going through another panic attack.
I zone out, looking out on my desk towards the pen stand. As if sensing my relapse thoughts, Dean gently turns my face towards him.
"You've got me, you know?" He says, his voice so soft it almost breaks me.
"I know. But I need my friends too.." I trail off again.
"You have Hannah and Allie."
"yeah but they're bestfriends and everyone's got everyone and I'm the back up friend-" He cuts my rant off with a slow kiss on my forehead and I immediately melt into him.
My chest still heavy from all the feelings but now warmer because of the rants and my very patient boyfriend. He cups my face and wipes off the tear streaks with surprising gentleness.
"You'll find friends, okay? A new bestfriend even. And Hannah and Allie love you. They are your bestfriends too. Okay? Now no more overthinking or I'll have to force Tucker to make you your comfort food." That last line brings out a small smile on my face.
"That's my girl." He grins back, it wasn't his usual I'm-too-proud smirk, but rather a soft boyfriend-like smirk. "Promise you won't cry again?"
"Promise, your majesty." I say, feeling better. I know I scared him with the black-out but I won't bring it up right now and ruin the smiles-after-crying-for-hours vibe.
The rest of the evening surprisingly doesn't go by in interrogations from everyone but rather in a cuddle and home movie date. Dean scared everyone away without threats- again a surprise to me- and stayed close by to me all day as if to make sure that he'll hold me when and if I break again. And for now, I've let myself forget my so called best friend and pretend as if she never existed because she doens't have a boyfriend like mine.
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Guys whoever is struggling with sh or anything like that, I'm so proud of you for even trying to let go of it and this does not make you weak. Stay safe and do talk to someone trusted about it.
Warnings: crying, lots of crying, panic attacks, mention of relapse, Dean being a sweetheart, use of baby and sweetheart, breakdowns, betrayals, mention of trust issues.
Author note: based on my irl experience. I know having trusted friends is hard but do not hurt yourself in the process of getting over them. So here's a little bit of comfort for whoever needs it. Also please reblog, likes don't do much but reblogs help a lot!! Thanksss <3
Song inspo: You're my Destiny
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"Sweetheart, please please talk to me. Don't shut me out. I can't stand to see you crying like this." Dean's voice came from the other side of the door, desperate and laced with worry but I couldn't even reply.
The panic attack continued, I couldn't breathe, my vision going dark slowly. The last thing I remember before my vision died was that somehow I flicked the lock of the bathroom.
I woke up after who knows how long and found Dean sitting right beside me. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asks, still worried as he passes me a glass of water.
"Exhausted." I reply, my voice slightly strained as I look around to see everyone standing around my room looking equally concerned. Just then the memories come flooding back of how I was sobbing uncontrollably and my eyes tear up again.
Dean immediately notices and pulls me in and everyone takes the cue to leave without being noticable. "Hey, hey, talk to me baby, please."
I couldn't control myself longer and I breakdown again. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. It's just I got a text from my friend saying she can't leave her other good friends for me and everything and blocked me before I could even reply-" I sob. "And she was my best friend, Dean. Best friend!"
Dean doesn't say that I'm overthinking or being dramatic, he just holds me against his chest, letting me rant.
"And and I didn't even ignore her! She was hanging out with the girl who clearly despises me, and the feeling was mutual, and she knew everything that girl did yet... Yet she chose her not me. She chose her, Dean!" I cry harder, who wouldn't after such a betrayal by your so called best friend who was with you since you were like 4.
"I've got you, Baby. Let it all out. She doesn't deserve you, okay?" Dean tries to reassure me but I'm too broken to listen it.
"All my friends do this, Dean.. they just- they just always exclude me or they just cut ties with me once I introduce two people to each other. Why... Why am I never enough?!"
"I know, sweetheart, I saw how they avoided you last week, I thought it was about that stupid photo thing."
"I hate it all.. I hate myself, Dean." I say, the sobs getting slower but I can feel that I'm shaking.
I'm not looking at Dean but I can feel that his heart is breaking seeing me like this and he just pulls me closer. I eventually calm a little, luckily not going through another panic attack.
I zone out, looking out on my desk towards the pen stand. As if sensing my relapse thoughts, Dean gently turns my face towards him.
"You've got me, you know?" He says, his voice so soft it almost breaks me.
"I know. But I need my friends too.." I trail off again.
"You have Hannah and Allie."
"yeah but they're bestfriends and everyone's got everyone and I'm the back up friend-" He cuts my rant off with a slow kiss on my forehead and I immediately melt into him.
My chest still heavy from all the feelings but now warmer because of the rants and my very patient boyfriend. He cups my face and wipes off the tear streaks with surprising gentleness.
"You'll find friends, okay? A new bestfriend even. And Hannah and Allie love you. They are your bestfriends too. Okay? Now no more overthinking or I'll have to force Tucker to make you your comfort food." That last line brings out a small smile on my face.
"That's my girl." He grins back, it wasn't his usual I'm-too-proud smirk, but rather a soft boyfriend-like smirk. "Promise you won't cry again?"
"Promise, your majesty." I say, feeling better. I know I scared him with the black-out but I won't bring it up right now and ruin the smiles-after-crying-for-hours vibe.
The rest of the evening surprisingly doesn't go by in interrogations from everyone but rather in a cuddle and home movie date. Dean scared everyone away without threats- again a surprise to me- and stayed close by to me all day as if to make sure that he'll hold me when and if I break again. And for now, I've let myself forget my so called best friend and pretend as if she never existed because she doens't have a boyfriend like mine.
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Guys whoever is struggling with sh or anything like that, I'm so proud of you for even trying to let go of it and this does not make you weak. Stay safe and do talk to someone trusted about it.
Warnings: crying, lots of crying, panic attacks, mention of relapse, Dean being a sweetheart, use of baby and sweetheart, breakdowns, betrayals, mention of trust issues.
Author note: based on my irl experience. I know having trusted friends is hard but do not hurt yourself in the process of getting over them. So here's a little bit of comfort for whoever needs it. Also please reblog, likes don't do much but reblogs help a lot!! Thanksss <3
Song inspo: You're my Destiny
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"Sweetheart, please please talk to me. Don't shut me out. I can't stand to see you crying like this." Dean's voice came from the other side of the door, desperate and laced with worry but I couldn't even reply.
The panic attack continued, I couldn't breathe, my vision going dark slowly. The last thing I remember before my vision died was that somehow I flicked the lock of the bathroom.
I woke up after who knows how long and found Dean sitting right beside me. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asks, still worried as he passes me a glass of water.
"Exhausted." I reply, my voice slightly strained as I look around to see everyone standing around my room looking equally concerned. Just then the memories come flooding back of how I was sobbing uncontrollably and my eyes tear up again.
Dean immediately notices and pulls me in and everyone takes the cue to leave without being noticable. "Hey, hey, talk to me baby, please."
I couldn't control myself longer and I breakdown again. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. It's just I got a text from my friend saying she can't leave her other good friends for me and everything and blocked me before I could even reply-" I sob. "And she was my best friend, Dean. Best friend!"
Dean doesn't say that I'm overthinking or being dramatic, he just holds me against his chest, letting me rant.
"And and I didn't even ignore her! She was hanging out with the girl who clearly despises me, and the feeling was mutual, and she knew everything that girl did yet... Yet she chose her not me. She chose her, Dean!" I cry harder, who wouldn't after such a betrayal by your so called best friend who was with you since you were like 4.
"I've got you, Baby. Let it all out. She doesn't deserve you, okay?" Dean tries to reassure me but I'm too broken to listen it.
"All my friends do this, Dean.. they just- they just always exclude me or they just cut ties with me once I introduce two people to each other. Why... Why am I never enough?!"
"I know, sweetheart, I saw how they avoided you last week, I thought it was about that stupid photo thing."
"I hate it all.. I hate myself, Dean." I say, the sobs getting slower but I can feel that I'm shaking.
I'm not looking at Dean but I can feel that his heart is breaking seeing me like this and he just pulls me closer. I eventually calm a little, luckily not going through another panic attack.
I zone out, looking out on my desk towards the pen stand. As if sensing my relapse thoughts, Dean gently turns my face towards him.
"You've got me, you know?" He says, his voice so soft it almost breaks me.
"I know. But I need my friends too.." I trail off again.
"You have Hannah and Allie."
"yeah but they're bestfriends and everyone's got everyone and I'm the back up friend-" He cuts my rant off with a slow kiss on my forehead and I immediately melt into him.
My chest still heavy from all the feelings but now warmer because of the rants and my very patient boyfriend. He cups my face and wipes off the tear streaks with surprising gentleness.
"You'll find friends, okay? A new bestfriend even. And Hannah and Allie love you. They are your bestfriends too. Okay? Now no more overthinking or I'll have to force Tucker to make you your comfort food." That last line brings out a small smile on my face.
"That's my girl." He grins back, it wasn't his usual I'm-too-proud smirk, but rather a soft boyfriend-like smirk. "Promise you won't cry again?"
"Promise, your majesty." I say, feeling better. I know I scared him with the black-out but I won't bring it up right now and ruin the smiles-after-crying-for-hours vibe.
The rest of the evening surprisingly doesn't go by in interrogations from everyone but rather in a cuddle and home movie date. Dean scared everyone away without threats- again a surprise to me- and stayed close by to me all day as if to make sure that he'll hold me when and if I break again. And for now, I've let myself forget my so called best friend and pretend as if she never existed because she doens't have a boyfriend like mine.
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Guys whoever is struggling with sh or anything like that, I'm so proud of you for even trying to let go of it and this does not make you weak. Stay safe and do talk to someone trusted about it.
Warnings: crying, lots of crying, panic attacks, mention of relapse, Dean being a sweetheart, use of baby and sweetheart, breakdowns, betrayals, mention of trust issues.
Author note: based on my irl experience. I know having trusted friends is hard but do not hurt yourself in the process of getting over them. So here's a little bit of comfort for whoever needs it. Also please reblog, likes don't do much but reblogs help a lot!! Thanksss <3
Song inspo: You're my Destiny
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"Sweetheart, please please talk to me. Don't shut me out. I can't stand to see you crying like this." Dean's voice came from the other side of the door, desperate and laced with worry but I couldn't even reply.
The panic attack continued, I couldn't breathe, my vision going dark slowly. The last thing I remember before my vision died was that somehow I flicked the lock of the bathroom.
I woke up after who knows how long and found Dean sitting right beside me. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asks, still worried as he passes me a glass of water.
"Exhausted." I reply, my voice slightly strained as I look around to see everyone standing around my room looking equally concerned. Just then the memories come flooding back of how I was sobbing uncontrollably and my eyes tear up again.
Dean immediately notices and pulls me in and everyone takes the cue to leave without being noticable. "Hey, hey, talk to me baby, please."
I couldn't control myself longer and I breakdown again. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. It's just I got a text from my friend saying she can't leave her other good friends for me and everything and blocked me before I could even reply-" I sob. "And she was my best friend, Dean. Best friend!"
Dean doesn't say that I'm overthinking or being dramatic, he just holds me against his chest, letting me rant.
"And and I didn't even ignore her! She was hanging out with the girl who clearly despises me, and the feeling was mutual, and she knew everything that girl did yet... Yet she chose her not me. She chose her, Dean!" I cry harder, who wouldn't after such a betrayal by your so called best friend who was with you since you were like 4.
"I've got you, Baby. Let it all out. She doesn't deserve you, okay?" Dean tries to reassure me but I'm too broken to listen it.
"All my friends do this, Dean.. they just- they just always exclude me or they just cut ties with me once I introduce two people to each other. Why... Why am I never enough?!"
"I know, sweetheart, I saw how they avoided you last week, I thought it was about that stupid photo thing."
"I hate it all.. I hate myself, Dean." I say, the sobs getting slower but I can feel that I'm shaking.
I'm not looking at Dean but I can feel that his heart is breaking seeing me like this and he just pulls me closer. I eventually calm a little, luckily not going through another panic attack.
I zone out, looking out on my desk towards the pen stand. As if sensing my relapse thoughts, Dean gently turns my face towards him.
"You've got me, you know?" He says, his voice so soft it almost breaks me.
"I know. But I need my friends too.." I trail off again.
"You have Hannah and Allie."
"yeah but they're bestfriends and everyone's got everyone and I'm the back up friend-" He cuts my rant off with a slow kiss on my forehead and I immediately melt into him.
My chest still heavy from all the feelings but now warmer because of the rants and my very patient boyfriend. He cups my face and wipes off the tear streaks with surprising gentleness.
"You'll find friends, okay? A new bestfriend even. And Hannah and Allie love you. They are your bestfriends too. Okay? Now no more overthinking or I'll have to force Tucker to make you your comfort food." That last line brings out a small smile on my face.
"That's my girl." He grins back, it wasn't his usual I'm-too-proud smirk, but rather a soft boyfriend-like smirk. "Promise you won't cry again?"
"Promise, your majesty." I say, feeling better. I know I scared him with the black-out but I won't bring it up right now and ruin the smiles-after-crying-for-hours vibe.
The rest of the evening surprisingly doesn't go by in interrogations from everyone but rather in a cuddle and home movie date. Dean scared everyone away without threats- again a surprise to me- and stayed close by to me all day as if to make sure that he'll hold me when and if I break again. And for now, I've let myself forget my so called best friend and pretend as if she never existed because she doens't have a boyfriend like mine.
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Guys whoever is struggling with sh or anything like that, I'm so proud of you for even trying to let go of it and this does not make you weak. Stay safe and do talk to someone trusted about it.
Warnings: kisses, drinking, makeout, startled reader, caught off gaurd, tipsy characters, garrett grahamxreader, no use of yn.
Word count: 1.23k
Author note: since you guys showed so much love on the Logan fic. i haven't proof read it yet so excuse the mistakes. And please reblog if you liked it, because that's the sole source of motivation!! Thank you <3.
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You, along with your group, were at a party. It had everything a college party should and more like a photobooth.
You were dancing and drinking with your boyfriends. In the midst of it, Garrett had pulled you away from your girlfriends for a makeout. Not that you were complaining. You loved these moments where even in crowds, he never left you out.
Meanwhile, Allie had spotted the photobooth and started finding all the girls for pictures.
You and Garrett had just pulled apart, smiling at each other lovingly, about to dive in once more but then someone started to pull your hand away. It was Allie obviously.
"You have the worst timing, I swear." You say pointedly to Allie. "What is it?"
"I saw a photobooth and we need our own pictures. So no complains, I'm dragging you anyway." She replies while you turn over your shoulder and give Garrett an apologetic look and wink at him. He holds up his drink and goes back to boys.
You and girls took a million re-dos to finally have a perfect photobooth strip, sticking your tongues out in the first one. Pouting your lips in the second and copying signature gestures of your boyfriends in the third.
Hannah collected the strip and said, "Now solo pictures, yeah? We can tease the guys."
Allie goes, "Ofcourse. It'll be fun."
You agree too, "I'll go first?" They nod and leave the photobooth.
For the first picture, you place your head on the heel of borh your palms, looking like a flower and then stuck your tongue out. Just as the picture was about to be snapped, you felt a press of warm lips on your face. Click!
You turn to your side, startled and you see a smug Garrett. You barely process when he kissed you properly this time and the photos are forgotten only for a split second when- Click!
"Garrett!" You exclaim and he's still looking very pleased with himself. Before he can respond, something in you clicks in place and you pull him in for a kiss. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling him completely in the photobooth. And then another wiring sound comes in and then- Click!
Then he finally pulls away after a breathless kiss. "That was a damn surprise. Did Allie give this idea? No. Dean did, didn't he? He cannot keep a secret. Stupid brother." You say in a rant.
"Maybe." He replies.
You only realise about the photo strip when Garrett reaches out for it. The pictures came out completely candid. You had just accidentally created one of the best memories.
"You look radiant, gorgeous." He says with damn softness that your heart melts.
"You caught me off gaurd." You say with sincerity.
He just looks at you like you hung the moon and then dives in for a softer, more intimate kiss. You respond immediately by cupping his face. He breaks away only to pepper kisses on your cheek, then the other, then your nose, then your forehead with no intention of stopping.
Just then you hear a fake-gag sound and your little bubble of admiration is broken. "You two are disgustingly adorable." Logan says, sliding back on the photobooth curtain.
You look at each other and laugh- mostly you laugh and he's staring at you, lovestruck.
When you do get out of the booth, your whole friend group is standing there, Grace and Dean slightly tipsy.
"Took a whole hour, ain't it?" Tucker says.
"Well the pictures needed perfection." You say, slightly sheepish.
"Okay okay, it's empty now, go, enjoy your time." Garrett says as he slides you away from the group to get you another drink, a soft drink this time as he tucks the photo strip in his pocket with great care.
He mentally makes a note to make a copy of it soon so both of you can hold onto it.
Warnings: makeout, fluff, Dean making dad jokes, established relationship, Logan being protective, hot and romantic at the same time.
Word count: 0.9k
Author note: first John Logan fic tell me how it iss!!
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You both were supposed to be on a date. Supposed. But instead you and Logan were here making out in his living room. Sure, you both were ready and just about to leave when he decided it's better to just give in to his impulses.
"mhm, John." You giggle into his mouth, still on his lap. His hands are on your waist, holding you down. It was grounding in a comforting way.
The sound of footsteps made you both freeze. You slide off his lap, fixing your appearance while John just looks annoyed at the interruption. "I swear I'm gonna kill-"
Right on cue, Dean entered. "There's my two absolute favourite people in the world."
You rolled your eyes while Logan still had his arm on your waist, next to you not letting you move an inch.
"Really Dean? Do you have a sixth sense to spot every couple in their peaceful time?" Logan asks annoyed, ignoring the previous phrase of Dean, knowing he says that to literally every person.
"Yes and that's why I'm dashingly handsome." He says with all cockiness.
You shake your head, "Classic Dean. Classic low budget Ken." That's your favourite insult for Dean. You're not wrong, he does look like Ken from Barbie but he can never beat the og Ken.
"You're lucky you're cute or else I'd kick your ass." Dean remarks.
Logan's eyes sharpen just a little and he fixes him with a glare, "Language Dean. This is my girl."
Dean gets defensive, "But she called me low-budget Ken first! Low-budget?! really?"
"You did interrupt our moment." You chime and curl your hand in Logan's hair, calming him so he doesn't get offensive.
His arm tightens around you, ever-so-protective and he pulls you closer, and his face softens when he looks at you, "still. No one talks like that to my girl."
You instantly feel butterflies when he calls you his girl again and your face turns scarlet. In your trance, you completely forgot that Dean is still standing there like a sap complete unphased by John's scolding.
John subtly signals Dean to get his ass out of there and surprisingly he takes the note without ever breaking eye contact with you because you are, by all means, his priority.
"alright, that's my cue to leave."
You didn't even notice that Dean's gone.
"we still have time for the date?" You ask, not breaking the intimate eye contact.
"you still wanna go?" He asks and you nod.
Then he stands up and offers you his hand. You take it, he helps you strap back on your heels with delicacy and precision. He took one foot at a time and preciously places it in the heel and wrapped the straps up your calf. He repeated the same with your other foot and then kissed right above the straps and places your foot down. You had to admit, he looked handsome grovelling and looking up at you through his lashes.
And then he took you hand and you go to the romantic cafe at the end of the street, tucked away from prying eyes.
Logan even got you flowers during your return, a true gentleman. Before sleeping, you both couldn't resist and had another makeout session. This one slower, deeper and more intimate now that no one was there to interrupt you.
The next day you couldn't resist smiling repeatedly at the whole thing that happened and ofcourse he noticed.
So he recreated it again and again until you got sick of it or it was etched completely in your mind.
Warnings: nothing, just lots of fluff and shoto todoroki being a green flag all the way.
Wc: 1.2k
Author note: We rarely see soft side of icy hot so here's one.
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You were having a terrible day. You woke up with 4 hours of sleep, and got your period. Then the cramps were annoying you so much you could barely move. So here you were, bed rotting on a nice, sunny weekend.
Due to the intense pain, you forgot to text your boyfriend, Shoto about not being able to go out that day. So naturally, he got worried and showed up to your dorm pretending nonchalance while secretly being worried.
You were curled into your covers, and didn't even bother to get breakfast. You were half asleep when someone knocked at your dorm door.
You look up sleepily, "whoever it is, leave."
And you drop back down. But the door opens, revealing none other than your icy-hot boyfriend, Shoto. "Hey.. you okay?"
You just curled deeper into your pillow. And he immediately understood that you've got your period. So being the world class boyfriend he is, he curled into the bed beside you, waiting, slightly teasing.
"cuddle me already." You grumble. And he gives in. He uses his hot side quirk to help with your cramps and then he cuddles you till you fell asleep on him, nestled against his chest.
Once he was sure you were asleep, he slid out of the bed and went to grab your comfort foods: ramen, sweet and spicy chips, chocolates, lots of chocolates and a hot bag.
He carefully slipped back into your room avoiding as many conversations as he can in the common room. Thankfully no one bothered him much due to his usual brooding. He was back beside you before you even stirred.
He noticed you stirring, "hey, better now?" You blink away the sleep, "a little." You notice a paper bag on your bed, "is that chocolate?" You grab the bag before he can even respond causing his lips to curl up a little bit.
You immediately dig into your comfort food, starting off with ramen, sharing ofcourse, just one bite though. Then warm tea that he smuggled from the common room. Then more chocolates. Mid-bites you complained about the shitty morning you endured, then talked about random nothings.
He told you about his new training schedule and how there was more time for hangouts now and you swore you felt your chest getting lighter at that. The random talks had slowly led to evening that neither of you realised.
Now by late evening, you were both curled together under the blankets watching a movie on your projector. It was a sappy romcom that you were barely paying attention to. The lunch you both had was so good that you guys planned to skip dinner and have another round of smuggled tea.
Guess you were too exhausted for even that and had fallen asleep on his shoulder, nose nuzzeled in his neck. He noticed the weight of you on his shoulder, realising you fell asleep and just kissed your head like it's the most natural thing in the world and carefully laid you both on the bed and immediately spooned you again. He kissed your head one last time before reactivating his quirk on your stomach to make sure you had a proper sleep and drifted off as well.
Warnings: fluff, established relationship, childhood friends to lovers, secret relationship, soft Katsuki Bakugo, nosy bakusquad, affection, sneaking around.
Word count: 1.9k
Author note: my first fanfic, shower some love and stay tuned for more <3
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You and Katsuki were childhood friends. Bought together by Izuku, accidentally. And as it happened, you both grew closer, practically cutting Izuku out of picture. And here you are, best friend- more than friends? Or at least that's what your friends thought.
This particular morning, Katsuki woke up on the wrong side of the bed. And was snappy, more than usual. You were preparing coffee for yourself and Jirou, and finally had snapped out of your sleepy haze. Sliding in beside Kats, you noticed his demeanor.
“Snappy much?" You asked. And he replied with surprising calmness, “Maybe."
You just shook your head, and patted his arm in a not-so-just-friends way. That didn't go unnoticed by Kats, but did by your group, The Bakusquad.
By 2nd period Katsuki was not yelling at every second person he was seeing, which surprised the squad and even raised some suspicions. And then he says to Kirishima, “I'll be back in a minute, you head ahead." And without letting Kiri reply, he slips away and walks over to their secret spot- the terrace of dorms.
After waiting for a solid ten minutes- of course he reached early, he's whipped - you emerged, being careful to not slam shut the door. And he says in a soft voice, "Finally.” Almost as if he has been waiting months rather than minutes and pulls you in a crushing hug.
After being satisfied from his clinging, he let go and looked at you softly- close to something like puppy eyes - expectantly. You being you, complied and gave him a soft peck. And then he broke the bubble, “fourth period too?"
It sounded almost like a plea but you didn't gloat and just agreed. Due to sneaking kisses every hour, his mood shifted back to normal and by night Denki had won yet another bet from Kirishima over ‘how long will Bakugo sulk.’
Ofcourse, Jirou had noticed. And asked later, “where did you go?” You replied vaguely, "to grab my stuff from dorms.” Partially a lie. But she, thankfully, didn't push much.
This sneaking continued around for months- at least that's when their friends figured it out. Until they finally caught them red handed not-so-accidentally at the roof. All because Kirishima let his tongue slip and told others about Katsuki’s peace spot.
Katsuki goes on, sighing,"well no more sneaking fun now.” She nods along, “sneaky people."
Meanwhile, Denki whispers to Jirou, “now you owe me a date. I told you they weren't just friends."
Warnings: fluff, established relationship, childhood friends to lovers, secret relationship, soft Katsuki Bakugo, nosy bakusquad, affection, sneaking around.
Word count: 1.9k
Author note: my first fanfic, shower some love and stay tuned for more <3
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You and Katsuki were childhood friends. Bought together by Izuku, accidentally. And as it happened, you both grew closer, practically cutting Izuku out of picture. And here you are, best friend- more than friends? Or at least that's what your friends thought.
This particular morning, Katsuki woke up on the wrong side of the bed. And was snappy, more than usual. You were preparing coffee for yourself and Jirou, and finally had snapped out of your sleepy haze. Sliding in beside Kats, you noticed his demeanor.
“Snappy much?" You asked. And he replied with surprising calmness, “Maybe."
You just shook your head, and patted his arm in a not-so-just-friends way. That didn't go unnoticed by Kats, but did by your group, The Bakusquad.
By 2nd period Katsuki was not yelling at every second person he was seeing, which surprised the squad and even raised some suspicions. And then he says to Kirishima, “I'll be back in a minute, you head ahead." And without letting Kiri reply, he slips away and walks over to their secret spot- the terrace of dorms.
After waiting for a solid ten minutes- of course he reached early, he's whipped - you emerged, being careful to not slam shut the door. And he says in a soft voice, "Finally.” Almost as if he has been waiting months rather than minutes and pulls you in a crushing hug.
After being satisfied from his clinging, he let go and looked at you softly- close to something like puppy eyes - expectantly. You being you, complied and gave him a soft peck. And then he broke the bubble, “fourth period too?"
It sounded almost like a plea but you didn't gloat and just agreed. Due to sneaking kisses every hour, his mood shifted back to normal and by night Denki had won yet another bet from Kirishima over ‘how long will Bakugo sulk.’
Ofcourse, Jirou had noticed. And asked later, “where did you go?” You replied vaguely, "to grab my stuff from dorms.” Partially a lie. But she, thankfully, didn't push much.
This sneaking continued around for months- at least that's when their friends figured it out. Until they finally caught them red handed not-so-accidentally at the roof. All because Kirishima let his tongue slip and told others about Katsuki’s peace spot.
Katsuki goes on, sighing,"well no more sneaking fun now.” She nods along, “sneaky people."
Meanwhile, Denki whispers to Jirou, “now you owe me a date. I told you they weren't just friends."
Warnings: none, fluff and the angry human pomeranian being worried about you and concerned.
Wc: 1.13k
Author note: since you guys are eating MHA fics up, here you go.
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During training, you miscalculated a move and got a slight cut on your arm from Momo's quirk. It was bleeding but you were fine and could still use your quirk properly.
But your dear boyfriend, the angry pomeranian decided that you needed to be tied to your bed for next whole week for 'recovery purposes'.
"I'm fine, Kats, really." You insist.
"no you're not. You're staying in bed." He grumbles, though there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice.
You gave up, knowing you were stuck and had to rest for minimum two days anyway till the cut heals. And Katsuki stayed right by your side the whole day. He even got you your favourite foods, as per your request and even got you boba though he strongly hates it and says 'its just sugar balls'.
Throughout the day, you noticed how he only allowed bakusquad to hangout with you. Not Izuku, not Shoto who came to assess you as a friend, not even Momo who tried her best to apologise.
"he's pissed." Denki had said but you brushed it off. Then Katsuki went out to get dinner quickly so you and him can have peace. You took this opportunity to ask your friends what's gotten into him.
"what do you mean he's pissed?"
"well he blames Momo for having seriously injured you." Kirishima says.
"But I'm fine! Really? Is that the only reason?" You question further.
Mina breaks her silence, "he's worried." They all glare her but you look confused.
"He thought he almost lost you. He doens't think that you're weak but that you're his to protect." She continues.
Your jaw drops. Before you can even process, Denki sighs, "and he ordered us to keep the extras away. Especially Momo."
And then everything clicks in place. "Oh.."
"yeah, oh. He's a damn softie." Kirishima adds.
You all laugh and that's when the door flies open, "WHAT DID YOU SAY SHITTY HAIR?!"
Katsuki carefully places the packed containers on your desk -because they're for you- and immediately charges his quirk towards Kirishima. He starts powering himself up but you fix a glare at him and he immediately stops. "tch."
The whole lot starts laughing and everyone leaves them alone. When they finally do have dinner, Katsuki mutters, "Momo sent this for you. Tch. She's relentless."
He hands you a small crocheted pomeranian, can be used as a keychain, of exactly his hair colour. "Isn't that you?" You ask.
And his whole face turns scarlet. "Tch. I didn't think she'll take my suggestion this seriously."
Warnings: none, fluff and the angry human pomeranian being worried about you and concerned.
Wc: 1.13k
Author note: since you guys are eating MHA fics up, here you go.
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During training, you miscalculated a move and got a slight cut on your arm from Momo's quirk. It was bleeding but you were fine and could still use your quirk properly.
But your dear boyfriend, the angry pomeranian decided that you needed to be tied to your bed for next whole week for 'recovery purposes'.
"I'm fine, Kats, really." You insist.
"no you're not. You're staying in bed." He grumbles, though there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice.
You gave up, knowing you were stuck and had to rest for minimum two days anyway till the cut heals. And Katsuki stayed right by your side the whole day. He even got you your favourite foods, as per your request and even got you boba though he strongly hates it and says 'its just sugar balls'.
Throughout the day, you noticed how he only allowed bakusquad to hangout with you. Not Izuku, not Shoto who came to assess you as a friend, not even Momo who tried her best to apologise.
"he's pissed." Denki had said but you brushed it off. Then Katsuki went out to get dinner quickly so you and him can have peace. You took this opportunity to ask your friends what's gotten into him.
"what do you mean he's pissed?"
"well he blames Momo for having seriously injured you." Kirishima says.
"But I'm fine! Really? Is that the only reason?" You question further.
Mina breaks her silence, "he's worried." They all glare her but you look confused.
"He thought he almost lost you. He doens't think that you're weak but that you're his to protect." She continues.
Your jaw drops. Before you can even process, Denki sighs, "and he ordered us to keep the extras away. Especially Momo."
And then everything clicks in place. "Oh.."
"yeah, oh. He's a damn softie." Kirishima adds.
You all laugh and that's when the door flies open, "WHAT DID YOU SAY SHITTY HAIR?!"
Katsuki carefully places the packed containers on your desk -because they're for you- and immediately charges his quirk towards Kirishima. He starts powering himself up but you fix a glare at him and he immediately stops. "tch."
The whole lot starts laughing and everyone leaves them alone. When they finally do have dinner, Katsuki mutters, "Momo sent this for you. Tch. She's relentless."
He hands you a small crocheted pomeranian, can be used as a keychain, of exactly his hair colour. "Isn't that you?" You ask.
And his whole face turns scarlet. "Tch. I didn't think she'll take my suggestion this seriously."
Warnings: none, fluff and the angry human pomeranian being worried about you and concerned.
Wc: 1.13k
Author note: since you guys are eating MHA fics up, here you go.
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During training, you miscalculated a move and got a slight cut on your arm from Momo's quirk. It was bleeding but you were fine and could still use your quirk properly.
But your dear boyfriend, the angry pomeranian decided that you needed to be tied to your bed for next whole week for 'recovery purposes'.
"I'm fine, Kats, really." You insist.
"no you're not. You're staying in bed." He grumbles, though there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice.
You gave up, knowing you were stuck and had to rest for minimum two days anyway till the cut heals. And Katsuki stayed right by your side the whole day. He even got you your favourite foods, as per your request and even got you boba though he strongly hates it and says 'its just sugar balls'.
Throughout the day, you noticed how he only allowed bakusquad to hangout with you. Not Izuku, not Shoto who came to assess you as a friend, not even Momo who tried her best to apologise.
"he's pissed." Denki had said but you brushed it off. Then Katsuki went out to get dinner quickly so you and him can have peace. You took this opportunity to ask your friends what's gotten into him.
"what do you mean he's pissed?"
"well he blames Momo for having seriously injured you." Kirishima says.
"But I'm fine! Really? Is that the only reason?" You question further.
Mina breaks her silence, "he's worried." They all glare her but you look confused.
"He thought he almost lost you. He doens't think that you're weak but that you're his to protect." She continues.
Your jaw drops. Before you can even process, Denki sighs, "and he ordered us to keep the extras away. Especially Momo."
And then everything clicks in place. "Oh.."
"yeah, oh. He's a damn softie." Kirishima adds.
You all laugh and that's when the door flies open, "WHAT DID YOU SAY SHITTY HAIR?!"
Katsuki carefully places the packed containers on your desk -because they're for you- and immediately charges his quirk towards Kirishima. He starts powering himself up but you fix a glare at him and he immediately stops. "tch."
The whole lot starts laughing and everyone leaves them alone. When they finally do have dinner, Katsuki mutters, "Momo sent this for you. Tch. She's relentless."
He hands you a small crocheted pomeranian, can be used as a keychain, of exactly his hair colour. "Isn't that you?" You ask.
And his whole face turns scarlet. "Tch. I didn't think she'll take my suggestion this seriously."
Warnings: none, fluff and the angry human pomeranian being worried about you and concerned.
Wc: 1.13k
Author note: since you guys are eating MHA fics up, here you go.
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During training, you miscalculated a move and got a slight cut on your arm from Momo's quirk. It was bleeding but you were fine and could still use your quirk properly.
But your dear boyfriend, the angry pomeranian decided that you needed to be tied to your bed for next whole week for 'recovery purposes'.
"I'm fine, Kats, really." You insist.
"no you're not. You're staying in bed." He grumbles, though there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice.
You gave up, knowing you were stuck and had to rest for minimum two days anyway till the cut heals. And Katsuki stayed right by your side the whole day. He even got you your favourite foods, as per your request and even got you boba though he strongly hates it and says 'its just sugar balls'.
Throughout the day, you noticed how he only allowed bakusquad to hangout with you. Not Izuku, not Shoto who came to assess you as a friend, not even Momo who tried her best to apologise.
"he's pissed." Denki had said but you brushed it off. Then Katsuki went out to get dinner quickly so you and him can have peace. You took this opportunity to ask your friends what's gotten into him.
"what do you mean he's pissed?"
"well he blames Momo for having seriously injured you." Kirishima says.
"But I'm fine! Really? Is that the only reason?" You question further.
Mina breaks her silence, "he's worried." They all glare her but you look confused.
"He thought he almost lost you. He doens't think that you're weak but that you're his to protect." She continues.
Your jaw drops. Before you can even process, Denki sighs, "and he ordered us to keep the extras away. Especially Momo."
And then everything clicks in place. "Oh.."
"yeah, oh. He's a damn softie." Kirishima adds.
You all laugh and that's when the door flies open, "WHAT DID YOU SAY SHITTY HAIR?!"
Katsuki carefully places the packed containers on your desk -because they're for you- and immediately charges his quirk towards Kirishima. He starts powering himself up but you fix a glare at him and he immediately stops. "tch."
The whole lot starts laughing and everyone leaves them alone. When they finally do have dinner, Katsuki mutters, "Momo sent this for you. Tch. She's relentless."
He hands you a small crocheted pomeranian, can be used as a keychain, of exactly his hair colour. "Isn't that you?" You ask.
And his whole face turns scarlet. "Tch. I didn't think she'll take my suggestion this seriously."
Warnings: none, fluff and the angry human pomeranian being worried about you and concerned.
Wc: 1.13k
Author note: since you guys are eating MHA fics up, here you go.
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During training, you miscalculated a move and got a slight cut on your arm from Momo's quirk. It was bleeding but you were fine and could still use your quirk properly.
But your dear boyfriend, the angry pomeranian decided that you needed to be tied to your bed for next whole week for 'recovery purposes'.
"I'm fine, Kats, really." You insist.
"no you're not. You're staying in bed." He grumbles, though there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice.
You gave up, knowing you were stuck and had to rest for minimum two days anyway till the cut heals. And Katsuki stayed right by your side the whole day. He even got you your favourite foods, as per your request and even got you boba though he strongly hates it and says 'its just sugar balls'.
Throughout the day, you noticed how he only allowed bakusquad to hangout with you. Not Izuku, not Shoto who came to assess you as a friend, not even Momo who tried her best to apologise.
"he's pissed." Denki had said but you brushed it off. Then Katsuki went out to get dinner quickly so you and him can have peace. You took this opportunity to ask your friends what's gotten into him.
"what do you mean he's pissed?"
"well he blames Momo for having seriously injured you." Kirishima says.
"But I'm fine! Really? Is that the only reason?" You question further.
Mina breaks her silence, "he's worried." They all glare her but you look confused.
"He thought he almost lost you. He doens't think that you're weak but that you're his to protect." She continues.
Your jaw drops. Before you can even process, Denki sighs, "and he ordered us to keep the extras away. Especially Momo."
And then everything clicks in place. "Oh.."
"yeah, oh. He's a damn softie." Kirishima adds.
You all laugh and that's when the door flies open, "WHAT DID YOU SAY SHITTY HAIR?!"
Katsuki carefully places the packed containers on your desk -because they're for you- and immediately charges his quirk towards Kirishima. He starts powering himself up but you fix a glare at him and he immediately stops. "tch."
The whole lot starts laughing and everyone leaves them alone. When they finally do have dinner, Katsuki mutters, "Momo sent this for you. Tch. She's relentless."
He hands you a small crocheted pomeranian, can be used as a keychain, of exactly his hair colour. "Isn't that you?" You ask.
And his whole face turns scarlet. "Tch. I didn't think she'll take my suggestion this seriously."
