۫ ꣑ৎWho I Write For: Billy the Kid (Tom Blyth), Coriolanus Snow (TBOSAS), Alex Nilsen (PWMOV), Finnick Odair (The Hunger Games), Clark Kent/Superman (David Corenswet), Haymitch Abernathy (SOTR), Steve Harrington (Stranger Things), Garrett Graham (Off Campus), John Logan (Off Campus)
۫ ꣑ৎMasterlists:
Coriolanus Snow
Billy the Kid
Alex Nilsen
Finnick Odair
Clark Kent/Superman
Haymitch Abernathy
Steve Harrington
William Lewis:
Vivace
Breakfast in Bed
Travis Meacham:
Artist
Millie's Fall Fest
Millie's Twelve Days of Christmas
۫ ꣑ৎI love love love getting asks and chitchatting about the characters I write for!۫ ꣑ৎ
꣑ৎOCs/Reader Characters:
Fish and Willow (@fishandwillow )
Cinnamon!Reader
Daisy!Reader
TeddyBear!Reader
request/ask boundaries: I don't write smut (too scared) emoji anons are allowed <3
current emoji anons:🌻, 🪄, 🫧🪷,🫶, 💋, 💜 , 🍹
DISCLAIMER: Please be kind! I will delete and block comments/users which exhibit misogyny, homophobia, racism, etc.
Oh guys o hit 2k followers tysm and I love you guys a lot, it’s so weird to me that such a large amount of people care abt what I write and post like wow you guys all r indulging in my little nighttime scenarios I fall asleep to!!!!!! But thank you sm for all the kindness on my fics and just for making me feel like this blog is important to even just a handful of that 2k people, I think you’re all rlly cool and it rlly does motivate me to keep creating. Where I used to write just what I wanted to read personally now I’m writing knowing that other people might actually like it too 🥹🥹
I’ll maybe do smth for 2.5k bc that’s a quarter but 2k is a whole new digit so ty for liking my blog even tho it is very poorly maintained!!!!!! Toodles
౨ৎ꣑ৎjohn logan stays the night౨ৎ꣑ৎ
fem reader x john logan
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Humming something under your breath, you adjust your pink towel under your arms, looking in the mirror. There is a choreographed routine to the music in your head, and you do a little of it without thinking, smoothing your hands down your body and pointing your toe, forcing your leg up.
Your knee bangs on the underside of the sink, and you gasp, pain blooming from the outside in. Clasping your towel to yourself, you limp to the counter and retrieve your hairbrush, running it through your hair and trying not to think about the bruise forming under your skin.
John calls your name from the adjoining bedroom. "Are you okay?"
"Uh huh."
He appears in the doorway anyways, unconvinced. You love him like this; in just his sweats and t-shirt, hair curling at the ends from his post-practice shower. "Did you drop something?"
You pout at him in the mirror. "Hit my knee."
His face falls. "Oh, baby."
"I'm okay." He wraps his arms around you anyway, tucking his chin into your shoulder.
"You sure? Knock the wind out of you?" John kisses your cheek, meeting your eyes in the mirror again. "Where's your pajamas?"
"Over there." You lean back into him, lifting your hands to touch his wrists. "It doesn't hurt that bad."
"I heard it from the bedroom, sweetie. That's gonna leave a nasty bruise." He frowns down at your legs.
"Let me get dressed and I'll meet you in the bedroom," you offer, and he kisses your head.
"I don't know. I'm a little worried you'll bang your elbow on the doorframe."
"John," you whine, and he laughs once.
"I'll be waiting in bed." He lets his hands fall, patting your hips once before turning around.
You take your time readying for bed, slathering yourself in lotion and moisturizer before making your way to your room, careful at the door. True to his word, John is laying over the covers, hands folded over his stomach. He brightens when he sees you. "Any better?"
"Yeah." You toss your clothes in your laundry basket and crawl into his side, curling up close.
"Baby."
"Mm?"
"You have way too many stuffed animals on here." He plucks a pink cat from its spot. "Who's this?"
"The Princess of Friendship."
"I see." He drops the cat on his chest, and you curl your arm over him.
"You would look so cute with a real kitten," you comment, snuggling close.
His nose scrunches. "I'm more of a dog guy."
"No," you state simply, and he laughs again.
"I guess I've never had a cat, so I don't know." When you beam, pleased, he continues, "My old neighbor used to have a cat who'd come and hang around when I was working in the garage. She was alright."
"I'm glad to hear you're coming around." You lift the cat and set it over his face, rolling over to turn the lamp on while he shrugs it off.
"You remind me of a cat sometimes," he comments, arm slung over your back, fingers waving up your spine.
"Hm?"
"The way you stretch sometimes reminds me of one. And how you curl up on me. The neighbor's cat used to sleep under the car because it was warm." John laughs when you pull your blanket up to your chin, snuggling into his side. "See? You're a cat."
"I'll take it." You reach up to scratch the hair just above his neck, and he leans into your hand, grinning lazily. "If I'm a cat, you're a dog."
"A lot of guys are like dogs," he says, eyes half closed.
"It's true." You pull back, looking up and pressing your palms to his cheeks until his lips pucker. "But you're a cute dog."
"This feels like it's headed to a place I'm not sure we want to go." John takes your wrists in his hands, kissing one. "How's your knee?"
"'S good." You hook it over his waist. He hums contently, elbow bending under you so his palm holds your crown. His scruff itches your chin when he gives you a kiss.
have anything new for Clark? love the way you write and i’m hungry for clark 😝 and also happy birthday!
Thank you!!!! As a matter of fact I've been cooking with something for Clark recently and I'm trying to rework it. Also love the way you asked it made me giggle it reminded me of this for some reason:
