Xue-li

[spookyeomgoose]

Could you write a story where Megumi is a father? It's hard to find a story like that about him, but despite his personality, I think he would be a great father and a great husband. ❤️❤️💌

Yes ofc! I love this idea

Dad!Megumi and his newborn daughter <3

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It was 2:30 AM when the alarm on Mrgumi's phone went off. Rubbing his eyes and groaning, he sat up and blearily turned off the alarm.

"Megs...?" you murmur.

"It's okay, baby. I got this one. You go back to sleep, okay?" he whispers, rubbing your back.

You had given birth only two weeks ago, and it had taken a harder toll on your body than both of you originally thought it would. You'd been bleeding non-stop, having cramps that left you sobbing on the floor and unable to move, and barely being able to sleep.

"You got the last one," you murmur, going to sit up.

"nope. just stay here, please."

"Okay..." you whisper, laying your head back down.

Megumi smiles gently and stands up, gently padding to the kitchen.

He grabs a bottle out of the fridge, yawning.

He walks over to the sink, holding the bottle under warm water to warm it up. Testing the temp on his wrist, he turns off the water and heads to the nursery of your daughter, Tsumiki.

He'll never forget how quickly you agreed to name her that when he brought it up one day, knowing how important she was to him.

He hears Tsumiki snoring softly as he opens the door, his heart aching knowing he'll have to wake her up.

He walks over to her crib, gently picking her up, smiling as she opens her eyes.

"Hi, angel," he whispers, pressing his lips to her forehead. "are you ready to eat?"

she scrunches up her face like she's about to cry, and he quickly shushes her, rocking her in his arms. "you're okay, baby, daddy's got you."

he walks over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room, sitting down and rocking her gently while he holds the bottle up tp her mouth.

she immediately latches on and suckles sleepily, holding onto one of megumi's fingers as she does so.

"you're gonna be so beautiful like your mama, y'know that? I hope you turn out just like her."

the room is quiet while she feeds, save only for the small sounds of content she makes between breaths.

as she finishes, he stands up, gently checking her diaper to make sure it's clean.

"Let's get you all cleaned up, hm?"

he silently changes her diaper, making sure he's so gentle while doing so. his little princess deserves the best, after all.

"Daddy will be back in just a few hours, okay? and then i'll come feed you again."

he sets her down, right next to the stuffed bunny he got her the day she was born.

"i love you so much, Miki." he whispers, kissing her forehead one last time.

he walks away, gently shutting the door behind her as he walks back to your room. he smiles as he sees you asleep, your face buried in his pillow.

he slides back into bed beside you, and you open your eyes, muttering, "how was she?"

"perfect. and don't worry about her tonight. You sleep as much as you can, okay?"

you nod, cuddling up to him, your head on his chest.

"Goodnight, angel." he whispers against your temple.

"night, megs.."

"I'm so lucky to you have you and Miki."

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please do not copy or feed into ai!

2026, spookyeomgoose

[maaaari0]

Rudo as your baby — sfw, fluff.

★ Rudo had never known a mother's affection—there had never been a feminine presence in his life. He was raised solely by his adoptive father, and after losing him, he was cast out into the surface world. You, Enjin's girlfriend and a Giver, were on patrol with him when you spotted the boy amidst the rubble. You never expected your feelings for him to grow so strong once you started supervising him.

"Can we keep him?"

"He'll have to join the Cleaners soon. The kid's got talent." Enjin replied, leaning his arms on the balcony railing before bringing the cigarette to his lips.

"No... not like that."

"I'm not following you, woman." he said, raising an eyebrow. "You wanna adopt him, is that it?"

You didn't answer, but somehow, Enjin already knew. He just sighed. "My God."

★ Rudo was mesmerized the first time you ruffled his hair. His eyes widened, and he stood completely still for a moment, his stern expression slowly softening. Rudo closed his eyes and hugged you cautiously, still half-expecting rejection. When you didn't pull away, he stayed there, burying his face in your chest.

"Hey, love, have you seen—" Enjin's voice echoed through the room, but you quickly cut him off, raising a finger to your lips in a silent request. The blond stopped, a small smile forming as he saw Rudo nestled in your arms. "I'll come back later." he whispered before leaving the room.

★ The first time he called you "mom" was an accident. You were tucking him into bed, and he was already half-asleep. The word just slipped out. A heavy silence filled the room, followed by Rudo's deep embarrassment. But you just smiled, stroked his cheek, and said, "It's okay. You can call me that if you want."

He never said it again, and his cheeks still burned with shame whenever he remembered it.

★ Rudo became your "shadow." He didn't just watch you—he internalized a fierce instinct to protect you. On missions, he was always one step ahead, scanning the surroundings even though, as your apprentice, he should've stayed behind. If anyone dared raise their voice at you, Rudo would appear instantly at your side, hurling insults like a rabid dog. He didn't care what others thought of him; all that mattered was defending you.

"Say that about her again and I'll smash every one of your teeth, you bastard!" You held the boy back before he could lunge at the person, watching his arms and short feathers flail wildly. "Let me kill him!"

"Calm down, Rudo. It's alright." You then kissed the top of his head, and he stopped immediately. Rudo fell silent, drawing surprised glances from the others.

★ Rudo was still haunted by nightmares. Some nights, he'd appear silently at your bedroom door, wrapped in a teddy bear blanket, unable to sleep. You never said a word, just made space for him to lie down beside you. Enjin would grumble, cracking his eyes open as Rudo settled between the two of you. He'd raise a sleepy eyebrow, blinking slowly. You'd pull Rudo close, holding him snugly against your chest. Enjin said nothing and went back to sleep, too tired to fight his girlfriend for attention against that brat.

★ Rudo was used to having nothing, so when you gave him simple things—a warm meal, a clean shirt, or something old for him to restore—he'd freeze, unsure how to react. Little by little, you taught him that it was okay to accept kindness. He began treasuring those gifts with almost religious care, like priceless relics.

★ Rudo grew deeply worried whenever you got hurt. If you were attacked in front of him, he'd likely lose his mind and act completely irrationally. Later, in the infirmary, he'd sit in the chair beside your bed, his scarlet eyes filled with anguish and concern. He'd touch your hand, his face full of sorrow.

"Get better soon..." he'd murmur, small tears beginning to burn in the corners of his eyes.

★ Rudo misses you whenever you don't go on missions together. When he returns, he makes sure to tell you everything in detail, every little thing he experienced. He's still learning how to express himself, and for some reason, he finds it easier with you. Maybe it's your patience, or the fact that you never judge him, unlike some of the others. With you, he feels truly safe.

★ Rudo always smiles when you praise him. He gets all flustered, his cheeks tinted with a soft blush. One of his biggest goals was to make friends, and having you as his first friend felt like a huge achievement.

"Will we stay together forever?" he asked, his eyes shining with hope.

"Yes, forever," you replied, laughing softly as you tapped his hands.

Since he fell from the sky, he had never felt so whole. You made him feel welcomed, cherished. And deep in his heart, Rudo hoped to repay your kindness one day.

[sugurusbeloved]

☆ MDNI

“do you think condoms grow on trees?”

you throw the shredded durex wrappers right onto toji's naked chest, staring down at the multiple latex tied into clumsy knots; scattered all across the rumpled bedding. "that box was fifteen bucks, and you just blew through them all in three hours!"

the grievance here isn’t the sex itself; it’s the high, expensive frequency of his releases. your husband functions with an endless stamina that transforms a simple evening into a marathon, tearing through packet after packet because his damn balls refuse to give up until he is hollowed out like a dried-up riverbed.

it's an exhausting financial tax on your bedroom routine that leaves your nightstand drawer perpetually barren. and he doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish. instead, toji just leans back against the headboard, emerald eyes crinkling with a fond, lazy amusement as he watches you fume.

“isn't it my money anyway?” heavy arms ensnare your waist, drawing you flush against him to press a languid kiss into your shoulder. “unless you’re looking to pop out a kid by next year, you better keep restocking. not that i'd mind a little hellion running around, though.”

[daisydovley]

Unsheathed - Roronoa Zoro

Fluff ✿

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n) Summary: Zoro has no idea how to explain to you that his sword has feelings for you. At least, not without explaining that he himself has feelings for you. He's opted instead for keeping Kitetsu separated from you- a decision the cursed blade is not happy about. When Zoro falls asleep, it finds a way to call to you- and get back in your hands again. CW: Minor Mentions of Violence- nothing detailed Word Count: 1.8k

Part One: Swords & Sweethearts One Piece Masterlist Zoro Masterlist

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Zoro had been right.

Kitetsu began to cause problems. Well, more problems than usual.

Kitetsu had always been a ‘troublemaker’- as you liked to call it. Always trying to force his hand to fight. Always urging him to make the deeper cuts. Always insatiable for blood and carnage. It was considered cursed for a reason and every day it has proven itself worthy of the title.

Zoro had succeeded subjugating Kitetsu through all the time he’s spent training and fighting with it these past couple years- proving to the blade there was no one better than him to satiate its thirst. But, this is an entirely new kind of trouble that Zoro still wasn’t sure how to get a handle on.

For some unfathomable reason, the cursed sword has become quite attached to- and protective of- you.

Constantly, it is responding to you- to your voice, your presence. Kitetsu had always been his most active blade. But, over the past few weeks it has become far more… lively. And far more demanding.

When Zoro is separated from you, he can feel Kitetsu trying to force him towards your direction. It gets agitated when you’re not nearby and downright territorial when your attention is stolen away by any random stranger that feels entitled to it. Particularly, other men.

Zoro hasn’t exactly figured out why a sword would bother with that sort of distinction, but it probably has something to do with the jealousy that sometimes simmers in his own gut at the sight of it.

Because the most difficult part of navigating this new problem is separating his own feelings from Kitetsu’s. When it comes to you, he’s not entirely sure where his own urges end and Kitetsu’s begins. Or if they’re one and the same. Which, he realizes, is quite a real possibility.

Zoro has always recognized his blades as an extension of himself. While they have their own spirits, his is also irrevocably twined into each of them. And it seems the piece of him that has been so long carrying that torch for you burns particularly bright in Kitetsu. Which, the cursed blade seems to have greedily subsumed into itself.

Though, honestly, he can’t truly say for certain. It wasn’t something he exactly expected or something he’d ever learned about. Not from his first master, not from the old sword smith of his dojo, and not from Mihawk- who more intimately understood the relationship between swordsman and sword than anyone else he’d ever met.

Regardless, it doesn’t particularly matter why or how. He just needs to figure out how to deal with it now. Before it gets further out of hand than it already has. Zoro hasn’t told you about it- he’s not quite sure how to explain that his sword has feelings for you. Especially without explaining that he himself has feelings for you. He’s been keeping Kitetsu out of your reach as much as possible, thinking the distance would force it to stand down, but it seems to have had the exact opposite effect.

Kitetsu fights him at nearly every turn, expressing its dissatisfaction any way it possibly can. A few times it’s managed to lash out enough to catch your attention- a confused little frown as you watch it rattle in its own sheath, calling out to you. “Everything okay?” you asked, but Zoro just held Kitetsu in a vice grip and gritted out that everything was fine.

When he fights, if you’re present, Kitetsu is extremely compliant. Lending all its strength to Zoro and yielding eagerly to his wield. Working with Zoro to make every cut flawless and true- completely obliterating any threat in your vicinity.

After he defended you from a monstrous reptile on some unnamed island you hugged Zoro and he thought he would shoot straight into the moon. When you turned to the sword in his hand with a, “thank you too, Kitetsu!” the blade lit up with your praise. That was when it clicked for Zoro that it was showing off for you.

That was when it clicked that maybe he was too.

When he fights, if you’re not present, Kitetsu becomes extremely irate. Viciously bloodthirsty, lending itself to rending anything in its path until its done. Completely impatient to get back to you. Just like Zoro himself.

If Zoro intercepts a moment it seems Kitetsu might actually gain some of your attention, it becomes murderous. Taking it out on Zoro through the following fights in which he’d wield it. Fighting him on every single cut. “You know,” he finally snapped, “if you get me killed you’re not going to get any closer to her. She’ll leave you on my grave and you’ll rust right along with me.” His grin sharpened as he held Kitetsu up to his face, “and when I crawl back out of hell, I’ll leave you there while I go off to find her.” After that, Kitetsu begrudgingly submitted. Still giving him trouble, but no longer trying to send him off to an early grave.

Zoro lounges in the shade of the tree on the main deck, back against the trunk, eye closed. Leaned over the railing of the second story, you watch the way the sun leaves golden patterns across his skin through the leaves- the breeze gently blowing his hair over his forehead. Your heart squeezes, the way it always does when you look at him.

Particularly, the way you look at him in secret stolen moments like this.

You had always found him handsome. Had always been drawn to him, had always admired him and liked the way you felt in his presence. Not that he knew that, you’d never been willing to put that kind of strain on your friendship. You didn’t think he was interested in you like that and you didn’t want to burden your relationship with that kind of confession. It would make life way too difficult as nakama and crew.

So you settle for moments like this instead. Drinking in what you can of him from a safer distance. Dropping your head to your arms, you sigh with the breeze, soft cotton skirt caressing your knees. In your mind, you imagine descending the stairs and taking the place next to him, dropping your head onto his shoulder instead and closing your eyes to nap with him in the sun.

The light flares and the glint of it reflects off his swords at his side. All three laid out next to him. You blink as the light reflects on the exposed silver gleam of a blade. Blinking away the shine, you look to see Kitetsu slipped a bit from his sheath, a few inches of him exposed to the salty air. You’ve learned enough from Zoro to know that’s no good- he must have fallen asleep before he realized it.

Knowing Zoro probably won’t wake up before dinner, you move from your position and slowly head down the stairs. Surely, it’d be no problem for you to fix it. Nestle Kitetsu right back into his proper home and leave them there to the peaceful afternoon.

Quietly, you drop to your knees on the soft grass under the shady tree. Slowly, you move, not wanting to wake Zoro from his needed rest. He worked hard- trained hard- you don’t want to disturb him.

As one hand wraps delicately around the sheath and the other around the hilt, you move to slide Kitetsu back in- when you suddenly still.

Fingers around the sword, there’s a strange- but pleasant- warmth that seeps through your fingers and trails up your arms. There’s a soft touch that moves against your skin that stutters your breath and pebbles your flesh. Like breeze given form, fingers whisper slowly over your hands and up your arms- following the spreading warmth that blooms across your cheeks.

“What are you doing?”

You gasp, eyes snapping up to see Zoro looking at you through his cracked eye, still lounging back lazily. Your blush deepens, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t have, “I- I was- just-“ your voice stutters embarrassedly. Realistically, you didn’t think you were doing anything wrong, you were just trying to help. But, your heart hammers in your chest regardless. A surprised little gasp falls from your lips when you feel the ghostly touch brush across your neck.

Zoro snaps awake, eye darting to Kitetsu in your hands, touching it again for the first time since that day on the deck. “Drop it,” he snaps.

You freeze at his harsh tone, “I’m sorry,” you respond instantly, fingers tightening instinctively around the sword. Zoro’s eye goes back to your face and he bites his tongue. It wasn’t you he meant to scold, but he can see in your eyes you took the brunt of it. “I was just…” your eyes go down to Kitetsu and you quiet for a moment- before shaking your head and breaking the spell you’ve slipped into. Quickly, you slide him home and place him quickly back onto the ground. “His sheath slipped,” you mutter your excuse, eyes downcast. “Sorry-”

“Why do you say that?” Zoro interjects, voice softening with curiosity.

“I saw it from the upper deck," you explain, “I know you said it’s important to keep the swords protected from the elements, so I thought I would fix it while you were asleep.” Your fingers clasp together in your lap, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched-“

Zoro sits up, leaning forward- his own heart sinking as he realizes he’s made you feel like you committed an offense against him. “No, that’s okay,” he assurers. “You’re right, it should have been completely sheathed,” he looks pointedly down at Kitetsu, knowing it had been before he dozed off. “I meant…” you look back up at him, his brows coming together, “why do you say ‘he’ ?” Confusions begins to slide over your face and you tilt your head. “You always call Kitetsu ‘he’ ,” Zoro presses, “why do you do that?”

Your lip snags between your teeth as you let the question sink in. “I…” that adorable little crease forms between your eyes, “I don’t know.” You look down at the sword, head tilting, “I never really thought about it…”

Zoro simply grunts in response. “Thanks,” he says, eye not meeting yours, “for looking out… I appreciate it.” His words are stiffer than he wants them to be, but he hopes you can tell he means it.

You give him a small smile, “yeah, don’t mention it.” You rise from the grass, dusting off your skirt. Zoro’s heart skips a beat as it flutters around your hips, face heating as he looks up at you- so gorgeous standing over him. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your nap.” He can’t stop watching you even as you turn away from him. All the he wants to do in that moment is grab your hand and pull you down, curl you into himself and sleep with you pressed against his body.

But, instead he silently watches you walk across the deck, heart trailing after you.

There’s a rattle on the ground where Kitetsu shivers in his sheath- as if his was too.

[linaaawrites]

Hi love, I don´t know wether you´ve watched Off Campus or not but if you´re willing I would love for you to write a smutty fic about one of the guys (I really don´t care who). Thank you!!!!

I didn't finish the series yet, but I read all of the books and loved them!

Talk You Through It

pairing: John Logan x female reader

description: Logan teaches you how to suck him off.

TW: MDNI, Smut, oral sex (m receiving), praise kink, inexperienced reader.

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The waves are still rippling through your body when you force your eyes open. Logan is hovering above you, his expression a mixture of awe and satisfaction as he watches you come down from your first real orgasm. Your chest heaves, skin tingling, and a new desire begins to build in the pit of your stomach.

"I want to... I want to make you feel good too," you manage, your voice raspy from your cries of pleasure.

Logan's brows furrow slightly. "You don't have to, baby. This was about you."

"No, I want to," you insist, pushing yourself up on your elbows. "I just... I don't really know how."

A slow smile spreads across Logan's face. "Oh, I can definitely teach you." He shifts to sit back against the headboard, patting the space in front of him. "Come here."

You crawl over to him, your movements still slightly unsteady from your orgasm. The confidence you felt moments ago wavers as you kneel between his legs, facing his very obvious erection straining against his boxers.

"Hey," Logan says softly, tilting your chin up. "We'll go slow. Just do what feels natural. I'll guide you."

You nod, taking a deep breath as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. He lifts his hips to help you pull them down and his cock springs free. Your eyes widen slightly, you've seen him before, touched him before, but never like this, never with the explicit purpose of giving him pleasure.

"Start with your hands," Logan instructs, his voice already a little breathy. "Just explore a bit. See what I like."

You wrap your hand around him, surprised by the heat and weight of him in your palm. You give a tentative stroke and his hips buck slightly.

"Fuck, yeah," he groans. "Just like that. A little firmer."

You tighten your grip, stroking him from base to tip. A bead of precum gathers at the tip and without thinking, you swipe it away with your thumb. Logan hisses at the contact.

"Sensitive?" you ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Very," he admits. "Now try using your mouth. Just the tip at first."

You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the head of his cock before letting your tongue dart out to taste him. The salty, slightly bitter flavor isn't unpleasant and you take him into your mouth, just the tip at first.

"God, your mouth," Logan groans, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. "Take a little more. Use your tongue."

You obey, taking him deeper and swirling your tongue around him. You find a rhythm, bobbing your head as you stroke him with your hand. It's messy, saliva drips down your chin, you accidentally scrape him with your teeth once, earning a sharp intake of breath from Logan, but his moans and praises encourage you to keep going.

"Such a fast learner," he praises, his hips thrusting slightly to meet your mouth. "Look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth."

You moan around him, the vibrations making his thighs tremble beneath you. You're getting braver now, taking him deeper until he hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly but don't pull back, instead swallowing around him.

"Fuck, baby, just like that," Logan groans, his grip tightening in your hair. "You're going to make me come if you keep that up."

You redouble your efforts, wanting to see him fall apart the way he made you. You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder as your hand works in tandem with your mouth.

"Look at me," he commands, and you lift your eyes to meet his. The sight of you, lips swollen, eyes watery, cheeks flushed, seems to be his undoing.

"Close," he warns, his voice strained. "Gonna come."

You don't pull back, instead taking him as deep as you can. With a guttural groan, Logan spills down your throat. You swallow what you can, some of it escaping to drip down your chin.

When he's finished, you release him with a wet pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Logan collapses back against the headboard, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

"Come here," he says, pulling you up to straddle his lap. His lips find yours in a deep, passionate kiss that tastes faintly of him.

"That was..." he trails off, searching for the right word. "Incredible. You're incredible."

You blush, burying your face in his neck. "I was a bit messy."

Logan chuckles, rubbing circles on your back. "I like messy. Means you were enjoying yourself." He pulls back to look at you, his expression soft. "That was fucking amazing."

A smile spreads across your face. "Thank you."

"I am so proud of you, baby," John says, kissing your forehead.

He shifts, settling you more comfortably against him as he pulls the blankets around you both. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as his fingers trace patterns on your skin.

[bitchinbarzal]

Find You | J Logan

summary: you broke up but still call logan when you need help.

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Logan had spent the last hour pretending he was having fun.

Which, honestly, should’ve been easy.

The hockey house was packed wall to wall, music loud enough to shake the floors, girls everywhere, beer shoved into his hand every five seconds. Dean was already half gone, Garrett and Hannah were making disgustingly in-love eyes at each other across the kitchen, and some brunette had been touching Logan’s arm for the better part of twenty minutes.

Normally, this would’ve been enough.

More than enough.

But all Logan could think about was you.

Which was pathetic considering you’d broken up three months ago.

Mutual, technically.

A complete load of bullshit if you asked him.

He was halfway through tuning out another conversation when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He almost ignored it.

Then he saw your name.

Everything else disappeared instantly.

You free? My car broke down…

The brunette was still talking when Logan grabbed his jacket.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked.

“Out.”

“Are you coming back?”

Logan barely looked at her. “No.”

Then he was gone.

Twenty minutes later he found you sitting on the hood of your car in an empty grocery store parking lot, arms wrapped around yourself against the cold.

The second your headlights caught his truck pulling in, your shoulders dropped in relief.

And Christ, that nearly killed him.

Logan climbed out quickly. “How long’ve you been here?”

“Like an hour.”

His jaw tightened immediately. “You should’ve called sooner.”

You shrugged lightly, trying for casual. “Didn’t wanna bother you.”

That made him look at you sharply.

Because once upon a time you never would’ve said that.

Once upon a time you would’ve called him immediately.

He stepped toward the car instead. “What happened?”

“Started making a weird noise. Then the engine died.”

“Pop the hood.”

You obeyed automatically while Logan got to work, broad hands moving confidently under the dim parking lot lights.

And there it was.

The thing that always undid you.

John Logan with grease on his hands.

Focused expression. Sleeves pushed up. Muttering to himself while fixing things like it was second nature.

You used to tease him that he loved broken engines more than people.

But that wasn’t true.

Because Logan loved hard. Too hard.

That had been part of the problem.

“You’ve got a busted hose,” he said finally. “I can patch it enough to get it home, but I wanna look at it properly tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

He didn’t even glance up. “Yeah, I do.”

Your chest hurt a little at that.

Twenty minutes later you sat in the passenger seat of his truck while Logan drove your car slowly behind it toward your apartment, towing it carefully.

The silence wasn’t awkward.

Even after months apart, being with Logan still felt easy.

Familiar. Like muscle memory.

You watched his hands on the steering wheel for a second before speaking quietly.

“You were at a party?”

“Yeah.”

“You left?”

Logan snorted softly like the answer should’ve been obvious. “Your car broke down.”

Something warm and painful twisted in your chest.

Outside, rain tapped softly against the windshield.

You stared out the window. “You always come save me, John.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Logan went quiet.

His grip tightened slightly on the wheel.

Then finally, “I’ll always find you.”

Your breath caught.

He said it so simply.

Like no matter how many fights or breakups or months apart happened between you, Logan would still come the second you called.

You turned toward him slowly.

“John…”

His jaw flexed.

“I mean it.”

And there it was.

Everything the two of you had been avoiding since the breakup sitting right there between you.

Because Logan still looked at you the same way.

Still loved you the same way.

Maybe he always would.

At the next red light, he finally looked over.

His expression softened immediately when he saw yours.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

That almost broke you.

Because that was his voice.

His voice when he knew you were overwhelmed.

When he was trying to handle you gently.

You looked down quickly. “We broke up for a reason.”

“I know.”

“You can’t just keep showing up every time I need you.”

“Why not?”

“Because it makes it impossible to get over you.”

Logan went still.

Then, after a long moment, “Maybe I don’t want you to.”

Silence filled the truck.

You looked at him again and immediately wished you hadn’t because Logan was already staring at you.

“I tried,” he admitted roughly. “I tried giving you space. Tried moving on. Tried acting normal.” He laughed once without humor. “I can’t do it.”

Your eyes burned instantly.

The light turned green.

Neither of you moved for a second.

A horn blared behind you.

Logan blinked and started driving again.

“I know we screwed things up,” he said. “But if you call me at two in the morning five years from now because your car breaks down somewhere?”

He glanced over briefly.

“I’m still going to come get you.”

[nanabananaz]

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Dad!Toji gives a surprise for Megumi.

── .✦ Toji Fushiguro is a great dad, even though he doesn't express himself the way people would expect.

Three days ago, he was playing with Megumi and accidentally hit the younger Fushiguro in the head.

He froze immediately and held Megumi tightly covering his head trying to make the pain go away.

The thing is, he was always so careful with Megumi and treating him as fragile preciousity that he didn't even hurt him, he just thought he did, even though he barely touched his head. That's how much he cares about his son getting hurt. He could never think of hurting you or his son, he would rather die.

The only thing your son felt was confusion. He didn't feel nothing and got confused when suddenly his dad chose to stop playing and hug him tightly instead.

You told him Megumi was okay, and that he didn't even know what happened. But Toji decided to compensate Megumi.

Three days later he appeared with two puppies one in each arm, telling you to bring Megumi over to show him the puppies.

You went to your son's crib catching him trying to flee. Amused, you call him from the door jamb.

"Gumii." You smile when his big eyes focus on you confused of why you stoped his operation 'fleeing the crib.'

"C'mere, baby." You scoop him up what he easily went for, and rest his tiny head on your shoulder.

You brought him to the living room, and set him standing on the couch holding him by the hands.

And Toji was already sitting hiding the puppies from him. When you settled Megumi down, he showed the puppies.

Shiro and Kuro.

Megumi's eyes sparkled like never before, even more than when his dad bring fruits for him.

"Aah!" He let out a excited shriek making you chuckle and toji open a ghost smile.

"You like it, Gumi?" You try to asked him but he's too focused on the dogs to notice any of his parents.

He sat down in a flop. And toji let the puppies go to him and they happily went toward the baby licking his face and wagging their tails making, Megumi giggles. You beam with tenderness and sit by Toji's side.

"You really outdid yourself this time." You lean your head on his shoulders watching the scene.

"You think? I know how to make the snotty happy, you know?"

"You know, you're the one taking care of these dogs, like expenses, and cleaning all their messes, right?" You commented making known he's by himself with the dogs

"Yeah." He only sighed, knowing you very well to know this was coming, but still had a slight smile on his face.

He had the Idea, now he's gonna deal with three mini hurricanes in the house.

Worthy it to compensate Megumi.

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[minayans]

Welcoming liutenant!Nanami home from the military ♡

Hii, really tired lately and swimming in my hiatus sooo sorry for any gramatical errors, my brain is fried and i haven't written in months. No tags, just heart warming daddy nanami fluff. Haven't proofread, if u see the word yuji anywhere, you didn't.

You'd be lying if you said your heart wasn't in your throat right now, because all you can feel is it's irregular heartbeat pounding against the walls of your warm chest where three-month-old Rosie, your newborn daughter, is cocooned against.

She's sleepy and so is her older brother—Arthur who is following behind your rushed footsteps. The car ride was pretty long from your house in the city to the graduation ceremony location, so you tightly hold your baby girl in your arms as you weave through the rows and rows of perfectly straighten up soldiers clad in their signature uniforms, buzzed heads, and stoic faces.

You know you're bound to break once you find your Kento, he has always looked criminally hot with his serious face.

Husband!Nanami knocked you up when you were 17 by pure accident, you were both tipsy at a frat party he has no idea how he even ended up at while you were dragged there by your then group of friends.

And one drink seemed innocent on your side, then it didn't when you kept taking down shots of tequila after shots of tequila just to prove to your social circle that you weren't the loser they painted you as.

On the other side, Kento was always reserved, a straight A student, picture perfect. Awkward, very, hence how at 18 he had no girlfriend. So when Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru found out, they were adamant on not letting their good friend graduate a virgin.

Nanami was 18, and it was at said party where he had his first ever drink. And he swore it would be his last after he woke up next morning in his bedroom with a girl lying next to him completely nude.

It was scandalous. How could the organized, determined, role model boy get a junior pregnant—even more, a girl he had never crossed paths with?

How many drinks had you both ingested that night for you to not remember anything from that night? To this day, you don't know the answer, but you ended up finding out months after the party that too many.

Because you were only 17 when you woke up one day with plans to attend the senior's graduation because some friends of yours were graduating, said plans needed a raincheck after you spent the majority of the morning throwing up your guts.

Yeah, you didn't dare to tell anyone you were pregnant.

But you attended the graduation, sat on the bleachers far far away from where you observed Nanami in his traditional dark blue cap and gown walk the stage, receive his diploma, plaster a tight smile on his face and close this chapter of his life.

It was then when you realized that you couldn't forcibly keep him in this phase of life because you wanted to keep the child. So you let him walk away without ever letting him know he left a small part of him without strings within you.

There were rumors that he was going off the the military first before chasing a career in finance. He had it all set out for him. You, weren't sure you were even going finish high school.

Nanami left, got into the military, studied for a finance degree there.

You saw the pictures, and noticed the striking ressemblance between your then three year old Archie and his father. And swallowed the grief that build in you throat that grew whenever you thought about what a good life your son could've had if you weren't a coward at 17. You were only a child though.

At 18, he went into the forces like everyone gossiped about. After about 4 years, you found out through old classmates that had too much time on their hands that became a respectable figure— a lieutenant.

A weird feeling of proudness surged within you whenever you'd hear how well things were going with the father of your child whom you knew nothing of besides his name, age and career. Deep down, you were at least happy that if you were gone, Archie wouldn't end up with a deadbeat father.

On your side, at 18 you started taking on all kinds of jobs to keep your head above the water. Ranging from being a housekeeper, a babysitter, receptionist to even a taxi driver— you did everything you possibly could as a single mother to sustain your son.

You never finished high school, dropped out and ran away from home before your parents could skin you alive for the mistake you had made. But you have never regretted having Arthur, he is the light in your life, your sun.

Thankfully though, at one of your hotel jobs, your manager would let you bring little Archie when business was slow and not many people were checking in for the day.

It was an ordinary Wednesday. The hotel's big glass windows had raindrops racing down them, the sky was grey, covered in beautiful pale clouds. You were the only one responsible for the lobby that day.

And he came in without a single clue that his life was about to change drastically after a small interaction with the receptionist. At that time, he was still in his uniform, only missing his hat which was tightly clasped in his hand.

A heavy backpack on his back, and a tired expression on his face. Just a second before casting his eyes on you, his hand wrapped around the base of his neck and he unbuttoned a few buttons just to breathe.

When he finally met your eyes, you felt your stomach convulse, your pulse in your temples.

"Y/N?-"

"Mama!"

And the world stopped when Nanami Kento recognized you. It didn't continue spinning, not when your son came running, a perfect copy of the soldier in front of you.

Archie knocked into Nanami's legs on the way to your behind the counter.

Slowly, foggy, thoughtful hazel eyes ripped away from yours and gazed down onto the little boy at his legs with the same dusty blonde atop his head, the same eyes and soft smile.

The rest is history.

Between coffee dates, paperwork, a wedding and mending the cracks, you got your family.

And you're utterly, foolishly in love with your son's father.

Who knew things would turn out this way?

However, at 25, just as you were both settling into the peaceful, domestic life you both were building, Nanami was called back into the marines.

You said nothing, but he was to be gone for 4 years.

You said nothing because you knew that if you told him, he'd stay.

So you let him go.

Now, the day has come for him to finally come home and be yours forever. With no more distractions. Just you and him, weekend mornings with warm sunlight filtering through the curtains, a sleepy toddler on your shoulder, coffee quietly brewing and pastries on the counter.

By now, you've passed Gojo and Geto who you're surprised to see have also been called back in—Kento revealed that they served their time with him, actually.

You send a respectful nod their way while Archie waved to his uncles the fastest he could as you rapidly scanned the lined up men for your man.

From far away, you catch a towering bundle of ashy blonde hair and you know you've found your husband. Your steps become steady, rhythmic as you feel anticipation crawl under your skin.

About one row away from him, you turn around and hold Rosie with one arm so you can hold Archie's hand. Turning the corner at the end of the line, you land in Nanami's row and immediately spot him.

Hands tightly clasped behind his back, chest out, standing tall. Chin up. And your heartbeat falters.

He looks handsome as ever.

Archie is the first to react, dropping your hand and immediately darting over to his father—yet, not touching. Observing. Watching how his serious father doesn't even look down at him.

Not touching because he knows, even at twelve years old, that this is your moment. You hesitate on the way to your boys, feeling your bones grow heavy at the sight of all you ever wanted in front of you.

Once you reach your husband, you stand in front of him, silently peering up at his sculptured face, taking in everything—every surface of skin, the color of his eyes against the sunset, those soft lips you have the privilege to kiss.

Oh how you missed him. Your eyes well with tears as your neck stays craned up to his height. Little rosie coos like she has any idea how meaningful this moment is.

And even though she's only seen him once, when she was born three months ago—she knows it's her daddy.

Kento isn't the kind to be emotional, he's hardly ever vulnerable around you, but you're so sure you can see his waterline fill just a tad bit as he fights the urge to break protocol and hug you before you tap him out.

Your son is anxiously waiting to hug his father by your side. You take a bit more time to ease the man into his new life. Free from the battlefield, drills, noise.

Around you, almost everyone has been set free.

It's your turn to be happy.

Rosie shifts around, you gently reposition her so she faces her father with her sleepy eyes and puffy cheeks. She's a delicate, female copy of him that carries just a bit more of your genes.

She's perfect.

"Rosie, this is your papa." Taking her little hand, her soft fingers wrap around one of yours and the same hazel eyes your husband has stare back at him with utter bewilderment.

"Should we welcome him home?" You softly ask her, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. She babbles.

Finally, you look up at him.

"Welcome home, honey."

And press a fragile kiss to his cheek.

A tear rolls down Kento's cheek as he snaps out of formation, big arms wrapping around your waist. You angle your baby so she's not crushed between the bone crushing hug you're in.

From the sidelines, Archie is pulled into the hug too by his father who doesn't leave the purchase he's found in the crook of your neck.

Nanami breathes you in. He breathes in your scent, he lets your comforting presence seep into his bones, free him from his sins. Wrap him in warmth.

He doesn't want to let go. No, he wants his arms to melt into your skin and for him to live within you until the world fades. Until the present and past fade, so only the pure love he has for you survives through the future.

Reluctantly, his arms unhook from your midsection. You glance down at him and watch him pull his spine tall then rake his eyes over you. Taking in every change in your body.

The plumpness of your breast, the wideness of your hips from the pregnancy. How well your sundress compliments you, how well it hugs the body he's longs for every night.

He's never had the chance to see you like this. Never had the opportunity to see you glowing, tired, so beautiful after having his children. But he quickly pushes his thoughts aside, it's not the time or place to be thinking such things.

But you see every ounce of reverence behind his eyes, just how much he has been longing, yearning, missing you. Just like you have been for him.

You see him glimpse at Rosie and feel his heartbeat stop through the buds of your fingertips that rest against his chest.

Your mind goes back to the hospital room three months ago. When he called out of work for an emergency since you went into labor and showed up at the hospital in no time despite being halfway across the country.

When he became your lifeline as you brought your daughter into the world, not alone this time.

Then when his hands shook as he held his daughter like she's made from the prettiest of stars in every existing galaxy.

Now, his hands still shake as he takes her from your arms. Even after years of training in the military, even when Nanami is a skilled, strong and calculated man, he's reduced to putty under his daughter's soft eyes.

Nanami loves. He loves your son, your daughter, his friends, his parents, pastries, freshly baked bread, calculated decisions, great outcomes, peace, but he loves you the most out of everything.

The woman whose name he has tattooed on his forearm, but who he holds closest to his heart.

Archie decides he has enough of waiting, hugging his father's leg. Kento ruffles his head once he snaps out of his trance.

You watch them with a soft smile plastered across your face, insides warm and fuzzy.

And you mouth, I love you.

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[cameronsfawn]

pairing: dean di laurentis x nerd!reader

summary: after you continue to avoid him, dean finds you tutoring a random guy in your year.

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dean only found out you were a tutor because he was skipping class.

if anyone asked, he’d deny it immediately. he had every intention of attending the lecture that afternoon. he really did. unfortunately, beau had convinced him to leave halfway through with the promise of coffee and food, and dean had decided that sounded significantly better than sitting through another hour of listening to a professor talk about material he’d never remember anyway. he was cutting through one of the academic buildings when he happened to glance through an open doorway, and suddenly the rest of his afternoon ceased to matter.

you were sitting at a table near one of the windows, completely surrounded by textbooks. there were highlighters scattered everywhere, color-coded notes spread across the tabletop, and a half-finished coffee sitting beside your elbow. dean had seen you in plenty of situations by now. he’d seen you nervous, embarrassed, flustered, and desperately trying to avoid him. he’d never seen you like this. you were talking confidently, explaining something while pointing at a page in a textbook, and for the first time since meeting you, there wasn’t a trace of uncertainty in your expression. you looked comfortable. completely comfortable. honestly, it caught him off guard enough that he stopped walking altogether.

then he noticed the guy sitting across from you.

at first dean didn’t think much of it. obviously there was another student there. tutoring generally required at least two people. but the longer he watched, the more annoyed he became. the guy wasn’t paying attention to a damn thing you were saying. every time you pointed toward the textbook, he’d look for maybe half a second before his eyes drifted back to your face. every time you smiled politely, he smiled like you’d personally handed him the greatest gift of his life. after a few minutes it became painfully obvious that he wasn’t there because he needed help studying. he was there because he liked you.

the worst part was that you clearly had no idea.

you just kept talking.

dean watched you spend nearly ten minutes explaining some concept while the guy stared at you like you hung the moon. every now and then you’d push your glasses back up your nose or laugh softly at something awkward he’d said, and each time the guy looked even more interested. meanwhile, you remained completely oblivious. dean honestly couldn’t decide whether it was adorable or infuriating. probably both.

he should’ve left.

a normal person would’ve left.

instead, he stayed.

the tutoring session eventually ended, and dean found himself lingering in the hallway outside the room. he wasn’t entirely sure why. maybe curiosity. maybe annoyance. maybe something significantly more embarrassing that he wasn’t interested in examining. whatever the reason, he remained exactly where he was as you started gathering your notes and shoving books into your bag.

the guy, unfortunately, made no move to leave.

instead, he leaned against the table and smiled.

dean immediately hated him.

even from across the room, he could tell what was happening. the guy wasn’t subtle. he was leaning closer than necessary, smiling too much, finding excuses to keep the conversation going even though the tutoring session had clearly ended. you looked slightly confused but polite enough to keep answering him. dean watched the entire thing unfold with growing irritation.

then the guy asked you out.

dean couldn’t hear the exact words, but he didn’t need to.

your expression gave everything away.

you blinked at him.

laughed awkwardly.

then answered in a way that clearly suggested you hadn’t realized he’d been flirting.

the guy tried again.

somehow you still didn’t get it

dean actually rubbed a hand over his face.

it was unbelievable.

you could analyze books, ace exams, tutor half the campus, and somehow remain completely incapable of recognizing when somebody was interested in you.

the guy tried a third time.

that was apparently dean’s limit.

before he could think better of it, he pushed open the door and walked inside.

you looked up immediately.

your entire face changed the second you saw him.

surprise.

confusion.

then suspicion.

dean ignored all three.

he walked straight over to your table and stopped beside your chair. the guy looked annoyed by the interruption. good. dean hoped he was annoyed.

“there you are,” dean said casually

you stared.

“dean?”

he smiled down at you before looking at the guy.

the guy looked back.

something immediately shifted.

it wasn’t loud or dramatic. it was just one of those silent male conversations that happened entirely through eye contact. dean knew exactly what the other guy was thinking because he’d been in his position before. who the hell is this? why does he know her? why is he standing so close?

dean enjoyed every second of it.

“you ready?” he asked.

your eyebrows furrowed.

“ready for what?”

for a second, dean thought he’d have to explain himself.

then understanding flashed across your face.

slowly.

very slowly.

you finally realized what he was doing.

the guy noticed it too.

“wait,” he interrupted. “you two know each other?”

dean almost laughed.

know each other.

right.

he looked down at you.

then back at the guy.

“yeah,” he said. “she’s my girlfriend.”

the lie came out far too easily.

the second it left his mouth, the room went completely silent.

you froze.

the guy froze.

dean remained annoyingly calm.

the student’s expression visibly fell apart. disappointment hit him so hard it was practically painful to watch. dean would’ve felt bad if he wasn’t too busy enjoying himself.

“oh.”

that was all the guy managed.

just oh.

dean nearly smiled.

you were still staring at him.

he could feel it.

could practically hear the questions bouncing around inside your head.

what are you doing?

why are you doing this?

have you completely lost your mind?

all reasonable questions.

dean planned on ignoring every single one of them.

the guy awkwardly gathered his things, muttered something about seeing you later, and practically fled the room. dean waited until he disappeared completely before finally looking back down at you.

the second your eyes met his, you narrowed them.

“your girlfriend?”

dean shrugged.

“seemed effective.”

“effective?”

“he left, didn’t he?”

your mouth actually fell open.

for a second you seemed genuinely speechless.

then realization hit.

dean watched it happen in real time.

the way your eyes widened.

the way your expression changed.

the way you suddenly looked entirely too pleased with yourself.

oh no.

you’d figured it out.

“dean.”

“what?”

“were you jealous?”

he laughed immediately.

mostly because the alternative was admitting the truth.

“don’t start.”

“you were.”

“i wasn’t.”

“you absolutely were.”

you sounded delighted.

which was unfortunate.

because you were right.

dean leaned against the table and looked away for a moment, already regretting every decision that had led him here. the worst part was that he’d walked into the room fully intending to play it cool. somehow he’d ended up pretending to be your boyfriend in front of another guy and exposing himself in the process.

meanwhile, you looked happier than he’d seen you all week.

your smile was impossible to miss.

and suddenly dean couldn’t remember why he’d been annoyed in the first place.

he just knew he was staring at you again.

staring long enough that your smile slowly faded.

long enough that the teasing disappeared from your expression.

long enough for the air between you to become something else entirely.

neither of you spoke.

you simply looked at each other across the table, surrounded by forgotten textbooks and scattered notes.

for the first time since walking into the room, dean realized he didn’t regret what he’d done.

not even a little.

because pretending to be your boyfriend had been surprisingly easy.

a little too easy, actually.

and judging by the way you were looking at him now, he wasn’t the only one who’d noticed.

[flwr-princ3ss]

Hii if requests are open could you write one with Logan x reader, where the gang are at karaoke and reader sings Juno? Complete show including arresting Logan,.if requests are closed please ignore this message!

i feel like perhaps i’m ready to start cranking out some fics again, and i’m going to start hereeeee—btw yes y'all can send me requests, i make no promises i will get thru them super fast w life and my other writing, but feel free to send me a lil something and ill try and fit it in with everything else :)

god bless your dad’s genetics

warning: alcohol, suggestive/implied so MDNI, swearing.

pairing: John Logan x fem!reader; established relationship

also will see dean x allie, garrett x hannah, tucker x snack tray (sorry tuck your girly is coming)

wc: ~3.7k

disclaimer: I do not own Off Campus, any of the characters, the song mentioned in this fic, or any aspect of above. all rights to the creative minds behind them all.

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“Which top should I wear, this one makes my boobs look good and so does this one, but in black,” Allie held two tops up, gauging your opinion.

“Hmm, I like the red but I really like the black, I think that’ll look cute with the skirt and boots you picked out tonight,” your head laid casually in the palm of your hand, glancing up at Allie from where you were sitting on her bed.

You had been dressed an hour ago and had already helped Hannah in quickly tidying the little apartment the three of you shared. It was both the end of the semester and karaoke night at Malone’s, and that meant you were going out and you were going to do it properly. You were all just waiting for your respective boys—and Tucker with his promised snacks—to make their appearance before you all got carried away with the festivities of the night.

“The boys will be here any second to pregame and you’re still not dressed Allie?” Hannah peaked her head around the door frame, shaking her head at her best friend’s never-ending fashion conundrums.

“It’ll take me two seconds to get dressed, once I decide,” Allie still looked lost in contemplation. 

You could only giggle as Allie whipped around her closet, pulling out her tops and alternating them in the mirror as if this decision was the most momentous decision of the night.

“I think YN is right, I’ll wear the black. It feels sexy and dangerous, like maybe I should sing a Chicago number tonight. Ooh! Or maybe Burlesque or Moulin Rouge!” Allie squealed as she did a little jazz hand.

You shook your head and smiled as you glanced down at your phone, a message from Logan lighting up the screen.

Be there in 5, baby x- Logan

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir,” Allie sang from the closet, trying to sound sultry as she whipped off her t-shirt to throw on the black top she had finally decided upon with your help.

“I don’t know if Dean speaks French but I’m sure he’ll get the message either way,” you teased as Allie reappeared in the closet door frame.

“Says you, Garrett said he heard you and your loverboy through his speakers and headphones the other day,” Hannah teased back, having joined you in sitting on Allie’s bed.

You could feel your face turn impossibly hot, warmth crawling up your neck and across your cheeks as Hannah’s words registered.

“We were studying,” you offer innocently.

“Studying what, anatomy?” Allie retorted, a giggle following as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at you before she continued.

“You two put me and Dean to shame some days.”

“Okay now that is a reach, Logan has told me about all of the foreign objects he’s pulled out of the bath drain because of you two,” you sat up, ready to counter any argument about your activities with your very loving boyfriend.

“It was like two times,” Allie defended.

“It was way more than two times.”

“Well, Garrett and I have never gotten anything stuck in the pipes,” Hannah chuckled.

“Be so glad Dean isn’t here yet because he would’ve made that sentence so dirty,” you laughed.

“Also you and Garrett are not innocent by any means,” Allie added, pointing at Hannah.

“What are you talking about?” Hannah’s voice inflection raised as she became defensive.

“You guys aren’t quiet either, and maybe you haven’t gotten anything stuck in the plumbing but we all stay clear of Garrett’s back seat for a reason,” Allie raised her eyebrows before turning to adjust her outfit in the mirror.

“It’s true,” you nodded in confirmation.

Hannah’s face had turned pink, the joy of having been called out passed from you to her as Allie unabashedly owned what her and Dean got into.

“Ooh! I forgot I had these!” Allie’s eyes caught something peeking out of her closet.

Your gaze followed as Allie picked up the fluffiest, furriest, pale pink monstrosity you had ever seen. 

“What the hell is that?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh my god,” Hannah covered her mouth as she cackled in realization.

“My handcuffs! I’ve never used these though, Shawn wasn’t into the idea and I forgot these were sitting in the back of my closet,” Allie shrugged as she tossed them on the bed.

Laughter broke out between the three of you as the group realized the ridiculousness of what lay hidden in Allie’s closet.

“I’m sure Dean will be ecstatic,” you wheezed out between laughs.

“I’ll put them in my purse, you never know when you might need these,” Allie winked.

A knock sounded at the door and was immediately followed by four male voices bantering with each other.

“What the fuck is a dippable, Tuck?” 

“Hannah said I could bring a snack to the pregame.”

“Its only polite, really.”

“Do you think they know we’re here?”

The three of you made your way to the door. You stepped forward to unlock and swing the door open, your eyes immediately finding Logan’s as a grin broke out across both of your faces.

Logan stepped inside, his hands immediately finding your waist and pulling you in as his lips met yours gently. 

“Couldn’t even make it through the front door.”

“Attaboy, Logan!”

“Y/N, I just finished your makeup!”

“Oh, get a room.”

“I brought snacks.”

You reluctantly broke apart from Logan, your eyes flickering to the group as everyone started mingling amongst each other and moving towards the pregame spot you had helped Hannah set up. 

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi baby, I missed you today,” Logan murmured quietly as he pressed a soft kiss  to your forehead.

“I literally slept in your bed last night,” you giggled.

“And I still missed you when you left this morning,” Logan affirmed.

“I might take some convincing but I could be persuaded to spend the night again tonight with you,” you slyly remark, a smirk on your face as you meet Logan’s gaze.

“Oh, I think I can be very convincing,” Logan smirked as his hand slid down your back.

“Ayo, lovebirds? If you two are done being gross we’re trying to get the night started before we head to karaoke,” Dean called out from the kitchen.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed Logan’s hand, dragging him behind you and into the kitchen where everyone else was.

Logan settled against the kitchen counter, a drink in his hand as the other laid against your hip. You were pressed against him, your back to his chest as you took sips of your drink and listened to the animated conversation Allie was having with Hannah and Dean about what songs she was going to sing tonight. 

Unbeknownst to you, Logan was looking at you, angling his body just so that he could see your face and watch as your eyes crinkled as you laughed at the conversation that was happening across from you.

Logan bent down, his curls brushing against your neck as his lips grazed your ear.

“What about you, baby. What are you singing tonight?”

A shiver ran up your spine, the mere touch of this man having you damn near a puddle.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

Truthfully, you didn’t know what you wanted to sing tonight quite yet. You were waiting to see what the night brought and what the general vibes were at the bar. You were sure you would find something interesting on the song list, you just hadn’t decided what mood you were in tonight.

Logan only hummed in contentment, moving to rest his head against yours as the two of you absorbed the feeling of each other.

Internally, you let out a small sigh of contentment.

You could stay like this forever.

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It only took a couple seconds of walking into the bar to realize this was going to be an amazing karaoke night. 

There was a good size crowd at the bar, alcohol was flowing and people were singing and dancing and having fun. Someone had already been helped down off a table, having been yelled at by Della. Jules was emceeing the karaoke sign up and they had been rallying the crowd all night. It was the end of the semester, and you could tell that after locking in and cramming for finals that the students of Briar U were ready to let loose and celebrate.

You were at the bar with Hannah and Allie, piña coladas in hand as Hannah tried to convince you it was the best drink to ever exist.

“Y/N, you NEED to try this one, it’s the best!” Hannah tipsily pushed a drink towards you.

“Hannah, babes, I know. You make me try one every time we go out,” you laughed as you accepted the fruity drink.

“See! And you love it, that’s why you get it every time,” Hannah swirled the little pink umbrella sticking out of her drink, a bright smile plastered across her face.

“Y/N, Logan keeps looking at you like he wants to devour you,” Allie interjected.

Your eyes meet Logan’s from across the bar. 

He had been dragged away from you by the boys to deliberate on what their group performance would be, and they were currently locked into a heated discussion as Tucker tried to convince them to choose a raunchy cowboy song. Dean was not having it, Garrett was reluctant at best, and Logan was not paying any attention. His eyes were trailing up and down your form as he memorized every curve and line as if he didn’t already know your body like the back of his hand.

“He loves me, what can I say?” You broke your staring contest to look back at Allie.

“And you look so hot tonight!” Hannah added.

“Oh babes, nobody is going to be able to sleep at the house tonight if he keeps staring at you like this,” Allie glanced back at the boys again while referencing your discussion from earlier.

“Ugh, you’re never going to let this go, are you?”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of! I think you should own it. You two love each other. Be happy and freaky,” Allie casually said.

“Yeah, maybe,” you reflected on Allie’s point. Really it was nothing to be ashamed of. You two were adults and loved each other and you never got foreign objects stuck in drains. 

A brief moment passed between the three of you, before a light bulb went off in Hannah’s head.

“Oh my god, Y/N. I know what song you should sing!” Hannah squealed.

She leaned over to whisper in your ear, your eyes lighting up as you had just enough alcohol to make that song a good idea.

“Wait—Allie. Did you bring those handcuffs?” 

Allie’s eyes widened, a grin spreading from ear to ear as she nodded. 

“I need to get on that list, now.”

———

The boys were still debating their song choices, Dean pausing his and Tucker’s battle of classic country versus 2000’s pop hits as Allie took the stage. Garrett had given up and was back to wrapping his arms around Hannah, and Logan had once again joined you at your side as you listened to Allie finish up her rendition of Lady Marmalade.

Allie hit the last note—well, attempted to—and you were on your feet and cupping your hands around your mouth to scream for her as she dramatically fell to her knees in her finale.

The crowd erupted into cheers and clapping as she put her heart into that performance. Dean was the loudest, yelling above everyone else for his girl.

“Next up, Y/N! Up to the stage please,” Jules called your name, passing you a microphone as they passed you to sit next to their brother.

“You decided on a song then,” Logan let go of you, holding onto your jacket as you passed it to him.

“Sure did,” you winked at him.

You didn’t give him the chance to ask any more questions, you turned on your heels and made your way onto the little stage set up.

The starting notes played from the speakers, a knowing glance shared between you and Allie as she and Hannah began cheering at the top of their lungs.

“Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing. Oh yeah, you just get it,”

You made eye contact with Logan, a grin spreading across his face as he recognized the song you chose.

“Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit. God bless your dad's genetics,”

The guys were hooting, Dean clapped Logan on the back as the meaning of the lyrics not lost on the hockey boys.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love,”

You made your way over to Allie, catching the handcuffs that she had slyly pulled out of her purse and tossed to you on stage.

“Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah.

You were directly in front of Logan now, stepping closer until you were just barely touching. You raised your hand to his eye level, his eyes widening as he realized what exactly you were pinching between your fingers and shaking in front of him.

“Wanna try on my fuzzy pink handcuffs? Oh, I hear you knockin', baby, Come on up,”

Just as Logan reached slightly towards you as if instinctually, you took a step back. You tossed the handcuffs onto the table and turned around to flitter back to the stage beyond his reach. Your eyes holding his gaze over your shoulder the entire time. Out of the periphery of your eyes, you could see Jules looking at the handcuffs with a mix of laughter and disbelief. Or maybe it was just disgust, either way it made you giggle as you sang.

“I know you want my touch for life. If you love me right, then who knows?”

You sung directly to him from the stage, enjoying the way his ears tinged a slight pink. It wasn’t often you could throw something at this man and catch him off guard, but you loved when you had the opportunity.

“I might let you make me Juno. You know I just might, Let you lock me down tonight. One of me is cute, but two, though? Give it to me, baby. You make me wanna make you fall in love,”

You danced along to the music, the energy in the crowd matching your own. Everyone was clapping and singing along as you felt the thumping bass of the song, moving your feet to the rhythm.

“I showed my friends, then we high-fived.” 

You made your way to the table Allie and Hannah were at, winking at them as they giggled. Allie reached her arm up and gave you a quick high five as you flittered across the floor back to where Logan sat with his sibling.

“Sorry if you feel objectified. Can’t help myself, hormones are high, Give me more than just some butterflies,”

You were twirling around, bouncing to the beat. Your smile blown so wide, having the time of your life. The energy of the crowd was electric, but you hardly noticed that anymore. All you saw was the love of your life, John Logan, completely enraptured in your performance. You were going to make sure this was a karaoke night to remember for him.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love. Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah, Wanna try out some freaky positions?”

An idea sprang to your mind as you moved back to stand in front of Logan, quickly bending and raising your leg as your arms mimicked a bow and arrow, hitting Logan’s signature archer pose from every time he scored.

“Have you ever tried this one?”

Logan was laughing and shaking his head, his attention never once leaving you. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes raked over your frame, drinking in every bit of you he’d memorized time and time again. He was enamored, wanting to commit this moment to his memory eternally. He was incredibly lucky, Logan knew this deeply. Ever since you had come into his life, everything seemed brighter and more full of life. He couldn’t imagine a day in the life without you now. He was completely and totally a fool in love with you and all of your silly antics. He could feel his cheekbones start to hurt from grinning so much as you finished up the chorus and came to stand in front of him once again.

“Adore me, hold me, and explore me,”

You hand was laid against his chest, Logan was sure you could feel how hard his heart was beating.

“Mark your territory,”

Your hand slid up and found the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. You gently twirled his curls, continuing to sing to him as if he was the only person in this bar with you.

“Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one,”

Your hand slid to the side of his neck, your thumb coming up to delicately rub his jawline, the stubble prickling lightly against your fingers.

“Adore me, hold me, and explore me,”

You moved so close you were practically straddling Logan where he sat at the table, your thighs resting on his. Logan was sure you could feel everything he was feeling at the moment.

“I'm so fuckin' horny,”

Everyone screamed the lyrics with you, Dean arguably the loudest. Hannah and Allie were cheering off to the side, Logan not daring to look away from you now.

The final chorus played, you removed yourself off Logan’s lap to make your way back to the stage. Logan was fixated on the way your hips swayed as you walked, and he couldn’t help but notice the heated flush you wore as you continued to hold eye contact with him until the end of the song.

“Give it to me, baby. You make me wanna make you fall in love.”

Cheers and applause broke out across the crowd as you finished the song, only slightly out of breath from all of the dancing and singing. Well, that and your moment with Logan where it felt like just the two of you in your own little bubble.  

You passed the microphone off to Jules, your friends jumping to meet you at the edge of the stage as you joined them.

“Let’s hear it for Y/N!” Jules rallied the bar into cheering for you once again, only now did it register how many people heard you sing about how Logan made you feel, so to speak.

“Thank you Y/N for that fantastic performance and for something new for me to talk about in therapy,” Jules finished, a grimace on their face as they read through the list for who was next. 

Hannah and Allie flanked your sides, the girls giggling and hyping up your performance as you all took your time walking towards where the boys had congregated around Logan. He was still watching you, you held his eye contact as you got closer.

“Girl, I can’t believe you just did that!” Hannah gushed.

“Babes you had that man dumbstruck the entire time, that was insane!” Allie grabbed your hand and squeezed as she laughed.

“We’re going to go buy you a drink, our treat! We’ll be right back.”

The girls left you as you made it to the table, the boys sharing knowing looks before finding excuses to leave you and Logan alone.

“Ayo Y/N that was crazy good! You've inspired me to go solo tonight” Tucker raised a cup in your honor, leaving to chase after Jules to put his name on the list.

“Let’s leave these lovebirds be for a little bit, what do ya say Graham?” Dean clapped Logan on the shoulder as he and Garrett made their way to the bar, following their girls. 

You finally looked up, meeting Logan’s gaze as your cheeks warmed up before looking down at your shoes.

Not having it, Logan grabbed your waist and brought you closer.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy now,” Logan murmured, his lips brushing over your cheekbones and pressing soft little kisses towards your ear and down your neck.

You squirmed in his grasp, the soft curls of his hair lightly tickling against your skin.

“I told you, I decided on a song,” you said quietly.

“You did,” Logan exhaled.

“It just didn’t cross my mind you would be whipping out a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs in the process, baby,” Logan chuckled.

“Did you like it?” You asked, meeting his gaze once more.

“I love any time you sing. But I especially loved hearing you sing about how much you enjoy, well…” Logan trailed off, his pupils dilating as a lazy smirk found its way onto his face.

You fully blushed, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you groaned.

“Logannn,” you drew out his name as you whined. You couldn't help but turn into a puddle when he looked at you like that.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be saying my name a whole lot more later,” Logan winked at you, enjoying his turn to make you flustered.

You could only groan again, this man would be the end of you.

You felt his chest reverberating as he laughed before standing up and pulling you with him to join your friends at the bar. 

“Let’s go join the others before I find a reason to leave early,” Logan said.

As enticing as the idea was, you wanted to enjoy your night out with friends first before you and Logan got too distracted. You wrapped your hand around his, your fingers intertwining as you let him guide the way through the karaoke crowd. As your friends came into view, a new thought came to mind.

“I think Garrett needs to get better headphones.”

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[g0ldendesiree]

Dan | John Logan

summary: it's time you tell garrett that you are having logan's baby.

series: part two of mom & dad

warnings: swearing, minor mentions of Phil Graham induced trauma

word count: 2.19k

authors note: hey guys! the long awaited part two of mom and dad is finally here, thanks so much for being patient with me for this update. we obviously focused on more of telling the guys in this one so obviously hannah and allie will learn next time.

part one

Garrett had always been protective when it came to you. 

Despite the fact that you were twins, the four minutes he spent on earth before you were born.

Were enough to cement his position in always keeping you safe. 

When your dad went off there were only a handful of times that Garrett didn’t get between you both and that came down to the fact that he wasn’t there when it happened. 

He had been your protector and also your biggest confidant. When your mom passed away it was the hardest thing for the two of you to learn how to live without the other right there next to them. 

It also meant that there were a few stupid promises that had been kept since the day before you were sent to California. 

Like the one where the suggestion of tacos and sundaes meant that one twin needed the other more than anything else, well them and the meal you two often had in the back of your mom’s car. 

And that was exactly how you told Garrett you needed to talk to him “are you sure you don’t want me in there?” Logan asked as his hand reached for yours. 

You squeezed his hand as you forced a smile onto your face “yeah baby I need to tell him alone.” You nodded as you hoped it would make Garrett be a little softer on Logan. 

Because how exactly are you not meant to kill the guy that knocked your sister up?

Your eyes travelled to the hockey house, standing quiet and peaceful as if it was blissfully unaware of the news that was about to be released within it’s walls “he loves you no matter what.” Logan reminded you as he squeezed your hand.

You felt sick as you pressed your head against the headrest “maybe he just doesn’t need to know about the baby-” you proposed as you looked down at your stomach. 

It made Logan laugh “and what would our plan be in like seven months?” He pointed out as he knew that there would come a point where you were clearly showing.

A harsh sigh escaped from your lips as you frowned “maybe I am just in a real big food coma.” You shrugged, bringing your hands to your head. 

Logan shook his head as he smiled, “as beautiful as I think you’ll be.” He trailed off as he leaned over the centre console “I do think that your brother will more than likely figure out what is happening when we start having to make a nursey.” Logan had been planning exactly how you guys would decorate a place. 

You always had assumed that if you were still together by the end of junior year, that you’d move in together so it was a logical thought during the start of apartment hunting. Because as much as you were starting to accept the concept of having a baby, you also knew that you were going to need space to house another whole human.

The weather around you was kind, ensuring that the day had perfect warm sunny weather for a day like this “lets go before I change our names and move us to Mexico.” You grumbled making Logan laugh once more “no more farm in Vermont?” 

The joke made you turn to Logan with a glare as you tried your best to hold back a laugh “no but seriously we really should get in before the neighbours think that something is up.” Logan nodded as he got out of his truck. 

He was quick to run around to your side, like he always did. Making sure that your door was opened by his hand and never yours “I love you baby.” Logan’s voice was soft as he kissed your lips. 

You blushed at his words “you are lucky you’re cute because I love you too.” Your hand rested on your stomach as you thought about the predicament that you were now in. 

And the many TikToks that you saw doomscrolling of children making a mess that you swore was meant to be the birth control that you missed out on a few weeks back. 

Logan pushed the door open to the house as you held the food. Both of you were quiet as you refused to speak first.

Almost as if you were fearing that you were going to let out some unintelligible word vomit or going to be actually sick.

Garrett was sat on the couch when you opened the door to the house “hey guys.” Garrett looked as if he had struggled to get any sleep since he waited for you to come over.

Logan placed a hand on your shoulder “I’ll go elsewhere.” Logan disappeared down the hallway before Garrett's eyes narrowed.

The second the sound of a door clicking shut echoed through the house; Garrett looked between the tacos in your hands and the tears already gathering in your eyes “what's wrong?" he asked immediately.

You hated how fast he noticed, how he could read you like the back of his hand “nothing." You shook your head as you avoided his eyes not wanting to break immediately. 

"That's a lie."

You dropped onto the couch beside him with a groan, placing the food on the coffee table as Garrett watched every movement carefully “you brought tacos and sundaes." Your stomach twisted as you watched Garrett contemplate reaching for some food.

"Yeah."

Garrett watched you swirl your spoon in your sundae “you only do that when something's wrong." The room fell quiet and Garrett's heart sank.

Because his mind immediately jumped to every possible worst-case scenario. Had someone hurt you? Were you sick? Had Logan done something stupid enough to finally earn a funeral?

"Did somebody die?" 

His brain racked through all the possible people that could have been gone at that point. 

"No."

Your eyebrows raised as you shook your head “are you hurt?" Garrett scanned your body for bruises or something that could have shown him that you were hurt.

"Did Logan cheat on you?"

Your head snapped, finally accepting that you really couldn’t leave him with the guessing game he had going on “what? No!" You gasped almost concerned that Garrett even thought that it was a possiblity. 

Garrett visibly relaxed for half a second before immediately becoming worried again.

"Okay then what is it?"

You stared down at your hands.

The speech you had rehearsed in the truck suddenly disappeared from your brain.

Every single word.

Garrett waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Until finally he groaned and leaned forward "you are freaking me out right now." A nervous laugh escaped your lips.

"Sorry."

Your shoulders tensed as you huffed.

Garrett shook his head "don't apologise. Just tell me." Your eyes started to sting.

You had imagined this conversation a hundred different ways.

Some versions involved yelling.

Some involved Garrett punching Logan.

One particularly dramatic version involved you running away to become those goat farmers.

None of them had prepared you for how hard it was going to be to actually say it.

Garrett watched your bottom lip wobble.

His expression immediately softened “hey,” your eyes lifted as his hand rested on top of yours "whatever it is, we'll figure it out." The familiar words nearly broke you.

Because that was the problem.

You already knew there wasn't a way to figure it out.

Not really.

The situation was already happening.

And neither one of you could try to put a stop on it.

Your fingers twisted the fabric of your shirt together "your promise you won't be mad?” Garrett snorted into his sundae as he shook his head. 

You shot him a look "I'm serious." As you remembered how the two of you used to stick your tongues out when you’d have your back and fourths as kids. 

"So am I." Garrett replied as he ran his fingers through his hair "you asking that means I'm definitely gonna be mad."

A watery laugh escaped you "Garrett," you giggled as you shook your head. 

He sighed before nudging your shoulder "I promise I'll still love you." That was enough because you knew that it was the truth.

Your eyes squeezed shut.

You took a deep breath.

Then another.

And another.

Before finally forcing the words out.

"Logan and I are having a baby."

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

The entire room seemed to freeze as both of you remained quiet. You looked as if you were ready to brace for some kind of impact. 

Garrett swore he was going to throw up as the words echoed in his ears “how could you-” his lecture started as quickly as it ended as you burst into tears. 

Every bit of potential negative emotion in that moment washed away from him as he pulled you into his arms “we are going to smash this.” Garrett announced as he ran his fingers through your hair. 

Your tears soaked his shirt “we?” Your words were muffled against his chest “I’m not letting this kid not have the coolest uncle ever.” The two of you had always spoken about living on the same street when you were older, having kids that would be the closest cousins ever. 

“And besides Logan will be a good dad.” 

Your brother had seen how the boy had been around the young kids at hockey camps and as much as none of the other guys wanted to admit it, Logan was always the kids favourite. 

Garrett could feel how your cheeks tightened when you smiled “and you are going to be the best mom this kid could ever want.” Garrett had watched you as a kid with your baby dolls and the way you were so passionate about bringing them to his games and caring for those dolls. 

It made you look up at your brother now “you really think so?” You hadn’t really thought about what you’d be like as a mother. 

You had honestly been processing what it was going to be like telling everyone so you hadn’t gotten a chance to properly think about what was going to happen when your baby was out in the world. 

Garrett nodded “besides, watching you at dad’s wedding is going to be like the funniest thing ever.” The way he laughed made your heart drop as you had totally forgotten about how your dad was meant to get married to Cindy. 

The event was bound to have cameras and media around; as if there was one thing that Phil liked, it was being the centre of the media’s attention. 

Your eyes went wide “I’m gonna be fat like a whale!” Your lower lip quivered as you threw your head back into Garrett’s chest. 

The boys eyes went wide “fuck no I’m sorry.” Garrett mentally cursed himself as he cringed, rubbing your back. 

Logan stuck his head out of the kitchen “I thought you two were meant to be having a good conversation?” The boy felt like there were a bit too many tears coming from you for this to be a good thing. 

Garrett sighed “you gonna love me when I’m a whale?” Your question came out muffled as your face was still against Garrett’s chest. 

The boys didn’t know who the question was directed at but they weren’t going to give you a chance to ask the question a second time. Both boys were in the middle of profusely swearing up and down that the idea was so beyond preposterous. 

They were going back and forth as their words were drowning out the sounds of your sobs.

Tucker and Dean walked in and immediately stopped when they saw you in tears, Garrett comforting you and Logan looking like he was going to practically combust if someone else did something wrong “should we just come back later?” Dean spoke up first as he furrowed his eyebrows at you “and why do you look like someone just hit a dog?”

That was enough to make the floodgates open all over again “dude!” Garrett groaned, pulling you back into another hug as he rubbed your back. 

The blonde took a step back as he cocked his head “did you do something?” His attention focused on Logan who scratched the back of his neck “god no!” 

It made you look at him with a glare “well how else did we end up with a baby in my belly?” You grumbled, deciding that all of your few found sensitivities were Logan’s fault. 

Tucker dropped his groceries on the floor much like how that news slipped out of your lips “you’re pregnant?” Tucker and Dean looked back at each other trying to make sure that thery had both heard it right. 

You nodded as the boys smiled, practically charging over the couch to hug you “we’re going to be uncles!” 

Garrett couldn’t help it when he looked confused “you know I’m the only one in this room thats not one of the parents that’s actually related to the kid right?” 

His words made Dean glare at him “don’t you dare take this away from me, Graham.”

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[satomiu]

⎯⎯  　七海 ! 𓈒ׁ　 ꒰ა ⁠♡ ໒꒱   ໋ 𓈒　 18+ sex with your loser husband is always amazing.

♡ 　　nanami wasn’t the type to fuss. not outwardly at least. always attentive, always quietly catering to your needs in that subtle way of his. he didn’t say much, he didn’t need to. his actions spoke well enough on their own.

the way he would prepare meals for you and him whenever he was feeling hungry, drawing baths for you without a second thought, always bringing back the yummiest desserts whenever he went elsewhere for work . . . he was a sweetheart, really.

while no words could fully encapsulate your love for him, you sometimes wondered if the businessman was capable of understanding the art of seduction at all.

not that he was lacking in any way—if anything, that was the problem. nanami wasn’t a performer; he was a giver. there was no practiced confidence in the way he approached you, no effort to be anything other than sincere. and somehow, that made everything feel more intense instead.

he was hovered over you, your frame supported by the plethora of soft, satin pillows beneath you, body draped in pretty lace undergarments. your arms were wrapped around his muscular build for support. your face mere centimeters from his own, close enough to let your breaths mingle. his hazel colored eyes didn’t leave you as he slid his cock over your dampened folds, flushed tip nudging into your small bundle of nerves with each rock of his hips.

“you made that sound earlier too.” he spoke gently, tilting his head down at you.

“... does that mean you like this?” his voice is low and warm, heavy hands resting caging you in underneath him, soft strands of hair tickling your forehead. you nodded sheepishly, glancing down to see where the two of joined together — or almost. each soft stroke sent waves of pleasure through you, each vein of his shaft nudging against your drenched folds in a way that made your toes curl.

the soft squelches of skin on a skin made your brain melt, the slow roll of his hips only making your tummy flutter. 

“kentooo . . put it in already . .” you whined, batting your eyelashes up at him, earning a small hum from your husband. “are you sure? i read that you’re supposed to take it slow..”

you couldn’t help but let out a small breathy laugh, “i’ll be fine… besides.. this is slow.”

he lets out a small huff of laughter, “you do have a point…” 

he shifts just enough for his flushed tip to align with your entrance, he pushes in slow and steady until he’s buried deep inside you. your body involuntary clenching around him. 

his forearms cradled your head as he he moved with shallow thrusts, everso gently. his girth stretching you out, his gaze remaining fixed on you, afraid he’ll miss all your soft breaths and gasps. “you look so pretty like this…” he murmurs more to himself than to you. 

to be honest, sex with nanami was never the same, each time more intimate than the last. it never fully settled into routine. every time still felt like the first time with him: a tinge of hesitance whenever he touched you, soft in the same way, rediscovering each other over and over again.

his thrusts picked up in speed, rolling his hips lazily against you, filling you up deeper and deeper. 

“s-so full ken…” you mewl, honeyed voice sending small waves of pleasure through his system. his face lights up, a soft gasp escaping him at your approval, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, sheen with sweat, pressing soft kisses against your nape right under your ear before they turned into soft bites. just the way you liked.

“good?” he hummed against your skin.

your walls clamped down on him tighter, lips parted as you hung your arms around the back of his neck, fingers tangling through his hair: “y-yes, keep going” your voice is shaky and needy as your velvet walls molded to fit him, his tip—flushed and sensitive inside you—grazing up against your sweet spot. 

his touches to your skin remained gentle, one hand coming up to cup your breast as your legs wrapped around his waist, fully enveloping him in your warmth. the soft squish of your cunt filling up the room, clenching around him so hard that he lets out a choked moan. his pace not faltering, slow and heavy.

nanami didn’t need to go fast for you to lose your breath. the stretch of him was enough, thick veins dragging along your walls, his sensitive head nudging your sweet spot as if it were second nature. warmth bubbled up in your chest as your walls fluttered around him, slick dripping down between your thighs. 

“mmmh.. ken.. m’close...”, your brows knitting together in bliss.

“m’close too…” he huffs before as his fingers find your puffy clit, his thumb pressing small figure eights, leaving your mouth agape. “better?” he hums.

“yes, fuck,” your eyes shut in utter bliss as you felt waves of pleasure wobble through your body. he captures you in a harsh yet gentle kiss, tongue softly prodding against the plush of lips . . .

it was all so overwhelming, his weight pressing into you, his scent, faintly of fresh citrus and clean skin, filling your senses.

your orgasm following soon after — calling out his name in a muffled sob, thighs twitching against him, your heat clamping down around him . . . it wasn’t long before his own release rushed up on him, choking up on top of you, rivulets of white painting your walls.

the two of you caught your breath before he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, wiping the sweat off your forehead with a gentle swipe of his thumb. his two-toned strands sticking to to his own forehead, a pink hue gracing his cheeks.

he looked so pretty like this. soft light catching on his features, his expression unguarded. beautiful, really. he let out a soft hum, bringing your attention back to him.

“i was wondering..” he began, settling besides you, head hitting the pillow with a dull thud. “if it’s okay, can we try something else?” eyes hesitant and unblinking, his length still buried deep inside you. chest heaving softly, coming out in labored breath.

your hand rises to his cheek, pressing soft, careful touches there. “sure we can…”

and really, who were you to say no to your sweet husband? 

reupload while i work on longer fics ^,^ i have 150 drafts on here and about 70 more in notes...

[g0ldendesiree]

Last Time | Dean Di Laurentis

summary: when dean ends up in a fight on the ice, it leaves words to be said between you both.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.71k

authors note: this was kind of written as a second part to the offer however both pieces can be read as stand-alones. honestly i eat up every dean request espeically when we have a chance to make him a little jealous/protective

It had been weeks since the two of you started seeing each other.

Stolen kisses in the treatment room, sneaking you into the house late at night.  As much fun as the two of you had been having, you were starting to grow tired of it.

But you had to keep it to yourself, not because you didn’t think you could share. But because you knew what Dean was like, and a long term ride wasn’t something that he wanted. 

Not in the same ways that you did.

Dean laughed as he pulled you into his room, helping you jump over his desk, “took you damn long enough.” He mumbled into your mouth as the two of you fell onto his bed. 

You scoffed as you rolled your eyes “if I was able to walk through your front door I wouldn’t have taken so long.” You shot back making the boy pinch your side. 

It made you gasp, allowing him to kiss you “it’ll be easier next time.” He promised as he rolled on top of you. 

He nipped at your neck “yeah cause this is the last time.” 

It seemed to be a phrase that got used often between the two of you. 

When your parents went to England for Thanksgiving, you ended up in New York with Dean “I promise they didn’t see you.” He threw his phone to the side as he looked at you “so come back over here.” Dean stood up so that he could kiss you. 

You sighed as you dropped the bedsheet from around your body “what?” He asked as he kissed you. 

Your lips were soft “this has to be the last time.” The blonde never argued with you because he knew how you felt. 

Dean never argued with you, not because he didn’t think it was a fight worth making. But because you seemed to repeat this every few days yet lo and behold, you’d still end up right back in his room like nothing had happened, kissing his lips as you complained about what you were doing.

So Dean should have known something was wrong the second you stopped arguing with him.

Normally, when you said things like “this has to be the last time,” there was still warmth behind it.

There was still banter.

Still that look in your eyes that told him you didn’t mean it nearly as much as you were pretending to.

But tonight? No tonight you sounded tired.

And Dean hated it immediately “you say that every week,” he murmured against your neck, trying to pull you back into whatever this was before it became something heavier.

Something real.

You let him kiss you for a second longer before gently pushing at his chest “that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

Dean leaned back slightly, blonde hair falling into his face as he looked down at you “we’re good right?” He gave you a look like if you went to tell him the truth, he would have let you open Pandora’s box like it was nothing.

Your eyes scanned his as you nodded “we’re fine.” That word nearly made you laugh.

Fine.

As if sneaking into his room after midnight and pretending not to care about each other outside of it counted as fine.

As if the way Dean looked at you when you walked into a room didn’t confuse the hell out of you.

As if you weren’t starting to want things you knew he’d never give you.

Like you were starting to want more than what he could give you.

You pushed your hair out of your face “you don’t get it,” you said quietly.

Dean’s expression shifted slightly at your tone “then explain it to me.” He sat up as you almost felt sick.

Because you almost did and that was the dangerous part.

Because Dean was looking at you in that soft way again, the one that made your chest ache.

The one that made you forget he’d never promised you anything.

Instead, you shook your head and slipped out from underneath him “I should go.” You announced as you reached for your shirt that had found its way onto his floor.

Dean sat up immediately “seriously?” He groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Yes.”

“It’s one in the morning.”

You looked out, knowing that it was going to start raining again soon “and?” You were more focused on getting back to your dorm so that you wouldn’t end up soaked.

Dean tugged at the ends of his hair “and you snuck through my damn window,” he said, watching you slide into your shoes “least you can do is stay.” He wanted to reach for you, to pull you into his grasp and keep you there all night.

You laughed softly despite yourself “you should get a good sleep before Saint A’s.” You knew the big game was the next day and you were using that as your excuse. 

Dean grinned “you know I do better when I’ve had you the night before.” Dean clicked his tongue as he wanted to hold you.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your mouth ruined the effect.

Dean noticed instantly, “there she is,” he said quietly.

Your stomach tightened and that was the problem with him.

Dean always noticed everything.

When you skipped meals.

When you were stressed.

When your smiles were genuine versus when you forced them.

And now he was going to know what you were like before you pulled away, “I was serious about you getting some sleep,” you muttered instead.

Dean watched you carefully “you gonna come to the game tomorrow?”

You paused “kind of my job.” You reminded him as you raised your eyebrows.

His eyes softened slightly, reaching for your hand “still nice to hear you say it.” As his fingers grazed your palm, it hurt more than it should have.

Because he wasn’t yours, not in the way you needed him.

So you went home and hadn’t spoken to him since you left his. The game had already been aggressive before the second period even started.

Big hits.

Shoving matches.

Everything you expected from this game as you were expecting a long night to clean up the bruises and cuts that were bound to come.

A near fight in the first that Garrett had dragged Dean away from by the back of his jersey while Tucker laughed himself sick on the bench.

Your eyes never left the ice. They never left Dean. 

Forcing a comforting smile on your face whenever he looked at you, on the off chance that you could calm him down.

Because he moved differently when he was pissed off.

Sharper.

More reckless.

You noticed it immediately when he slammed another player into the boards hard enough to make the crowd erupt. It was the comeback that you guys were desperate for.

The other player shoved him back when Dean smiled as if he was eating it all up.

That was never a good sign “oh god,” Garrett muttered from beside the bench. Unsure almost if he should jump in to say something.

The opposing player said something.

You didn’t hear it, but Dean did. And whatever it was made his entire posture change instantly.

Not annoyed.

Not cocky.

Furious.

Before anyone could react properly, Dean dropped his gloves.

The crowd roared knowing that one of the roughest teams in the conference was now getting a taste of their own medicine “Dean!” Coach Jensen yelled as it fell on deaf ears.

Too late.

He launched himself at the guy so fast the refs barely had time to react before both of them hit the ice, throwing punches.

You felt your stomach drop immediately.

Because Dean didn’t fight like this normally.

Things didn’t feel like it was personal usually, but now they crossed that boundary.

There was no grin on Dean’s face.

No chirping and nothing playful about it.

Just anger, pure anger “holy shit,” Tucker breathed as he sat in front of you.

The other player managed to get a punch across Dean’s cheekbone before Dean shoved him back onto the ice hard enough for the refs to finally drag them apart.

Blood streaked down Dean’s mouth and he still looked ready to kill him “you wanna say it again?” Dean snapped while Logan held him back.

The other guy laughed through a split lip “what? About your little girlfriend?” Your heart stopped when the older player’s eyes landed on you.

Garrett’s head whipped toward you instantly “oh,” Tucker said slowly.

Everything clicked into place at once.

The fight.

Dean losing control.

The fact that the player was now smirking directly toward your side of the rink.

Dean nearly broke free from the refs trying to get back to him “Dean!” Garrett barked, watching him skate towards the locker room as he was now ejected.

The blonde finally looked away, chest heaving. And then his eyes found you immediately.

Like he was checking if you’d heard it too. As if he wanted to protect you from something, you had a front row seat to watch.

Once he got his concussion clearance, you were left cleaning up his cuts as Coach Jensen wanted to talk to him after you cleared him “you are such an idiot.” Dean sat on the treatment table while you cleaned blood from the cut above his eyebrow.

He winced slightly “easy.” As he tried to pull away.

You rolled your eyes as you were annoyed “you started a fight during a conference game.” You reminded him how stupid this was.

Dean shrugged as he leaned against the wall behind him “he deserved it.” His words almost set you off.

You let your fingers grip his chin, “you got punched in the face.” Many many times he had been hit.

“Worth it.” Dean looked entirely unbothered despite the bruise forming across his jaw, “You should’ve heard what he said.”

You mentally cringed as you thought back to what he said “I know what he said.” You were also annoyed that Dean didn’t think that you could handle it yourself.

Dean’s eyes scanned yours “then you know why I hit him.” He shrugged as he knew he’d do it again if he needed to.

You sighed sharply and reached for more gauze.

The room had gone quieter after the game ended. Most of the team had already filtered out, leaving just muffled voices somewhere down the hallway.

Dean watched you move around him carefully “you’re mad,” he said finally.

You laughed once, short and humourless, “no, Dean,” you said softly “I’m tired.”

That got his attention immediately.

His expression changed.

The cockiness faded slightly as if  a penny dropped in his brain “what’s that supposed to mean?” He sucked at his teeth.

You tossed the bloody gauze into the bin harder than necessary “it means I can’t keep doing this thing where it just stays in this state of limbo.” You blurted the words out as you shook your head.

Dean frowned, “what?” He asked as pulled back, almost as if you were going to burn him if he got too close.

You puffed out your cheeks “you fought someone over me tonight.” You hated how you felt this level of possession when he did that for you.

“Yeah,” he said immediately “because he talked about you like you were some-”

You groaned “that’s not the point.” You pointed your finger at him.

You finally looked at him properly “then what is?” His split lip caught your attention when he spoke. 

The bruise was already forming and the way he looked genuinely confused right now, “you can’t act like this and then pretend we’re just hooking up.” You were scared that Dean had feelings. 

Because he wasn’t meant to, that wasn’t what he was known for.

Dean stared at you “you think that’s what this is to me?” You swallowed slightly “isn’t it?” For the first time since you met him, Dean looked honestly offended.

He looked hurt “seriously?” Dean chewed at the inside of his cheek.

“You never want to talk about us.”

He shook his head as he was genuinely feeling frustrated now, “because every time we do,” he said, sliding off the treatment table, “you tell me it’s the last time.” Your breath caught slightly.

Dean pulled you closer.

Not teasing now.

The room felt hot “You sneak out before breakfast,” he continued “you act like I’m gonna wake up one day and decide you’re inconvenient.” His final sentence made you feel sick. 

“That’s not-”

Dean cut you off “you think I fought a guy because I casually hook up with you?” It seemed like the world stopped in that moment.

His voice wasn’t loud, which somehow made it worse “I fought him because he talked about you like you didn’t matter.” Dean looked down at you for a second before shaking his head slightly.

“You really don’t get it.”

You stopped as if you had all the time in the world “then tell me.” You bit the inside of your cheek.

He pulled you closer.

Close enough that your hands instinctively grabbed lightly at the strings of his shorts “I’m trying to,” he said quietly.

And suddenly you realised something horrifying.

Dean looked nervous.

The Dean Di Laurentis was nervous “you drive me insane,” he admitted “I mean you’re in my room every night.” He almost let out a laugh.

Dean didn’t stop there “half my hoodies are in your dorm. Garrett calls you my girlfriend already cause apparently, I talk about you too much.”

You blinked at his confession “you talk about me?” Felt your heart throb as your throat constricted.

Dean gave you a flat look “constantly.” His voice was soft and honest. 

His shoulders felt lighter when he got it off of his chest “that’s embarrassing.” Your words made him roll his eyes.

He shook his head as he puffed his chest out “you’re embarrassing.” Despite everything, a tiny laugh escaped you at his rebuttal.

Dean’s expression softened immediately at the sound “there she is,” he murmured again.

Your eyes dropped briefly to his split lip “still think getting punched was worth it?” Dean’s hands slid carefully onto your waist.

He nodded “yeah,” he said quietly, “But you being upset with me kinda sucks.”

You frowned “I wasn’t upset with you.” That was the truth; you were mad at the situation above all else.

“You like me reckless.”

You knew he wasn’t wrong, you loved the way he would pull you into the supply closet at the stadium without thinking twice, “you were stupid tonight.” You sighed as you knew he was going to look like he had been on the wrong side of a fight with Tyson Fury in the morning.

Dean smiled slightly, “you gonna kiss it better or keep yelling at me?” His hands rested on his sides as he bit his lip.

If he wasn’t shirtless looking at you like that, you swore you should have hit him “you are unbelievable.” Your fingers ran over his bruising cheek.

Dean smirked, seeing your strength starting to waver again “and you’re still here.” There it was again.

That stupid sentence that always undid you.

You shook your head softly before finally leaning forward and kissing him.

Carefully this time, almost mindful of the cut on his lip.

Dean melted into it immediately anyway, one hand sliding up your back as he pulled you closer between his legs “I think Garrett owes me fifty bucks now.” He murmured against your mouth.

You blinked “why?” You put the wipes back on your tray.

Dean grinned lazily despite the bruise on his face “he bet you’d be the one to freak out about feelings first.” Your jaw dropped as your eyes went wide.

“I don’t know if I should be offended about that or the fact that I was discussed like a conference pool?”

He shook his head “correction,” Dean said smugly as he pointed between the two of you “they discussed us.”

You shoved lightly at his shoulder, and he laughed.

Then immediately hissed in pain from the movement.

You pointed at him, “good suffer.” Dean just pulled you back in anyway as he pressed a kiss against your cheek.

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Things Unsaid | John Logan

summary: you're in love with logan, but what happens when you think he doesn't feel the same way?

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 2.80k

authors note: the amount of people that requested this concept acc shocked me like I have like another thing like this coming out soon because so many people love this concept. hope you all enoy it though and I really don't have much more to say beyond that.

For someone as smart as Logan could be, he could also be the stupidest man alive. 

Because as Hannah went up after Beau for karaoke, all Logan could focus on was the girl singing. 

The look he gave her made your stomach churn as it was the same look you often gave him. 

It was one full of love and hope, not for the person in front of them but for what the two of them could become together.

You had been Logan’s best friend since your first day in your freshman year. 

He needed a pen and when you offered up several different colours to him, something just clicked for the two of you. Leaving you inseparable ever since. The puck bunnies always asked why you had never done anything with Logan as his friends always asked if he was hiding that you were more to each other than the rest of the world knew. 

While you were always left being forced to smile and nod along when those questions came your way as you swore you two were just friend, you had to admit that it was starting to hurt you. 

Somewhere along the way you stared to like John, as more than just a friend. 

At first you played it off as something silly, but by the time you actually decied to rip off the bandaid and tell him how you felt. 

It was too late, not because Logan was taken but instead because he was looking at Hannah like she already had his heart. 

And tonight just reminded you of that as you were forced to sit there and watch as Logan looked at her like she was performing to a room of just him and her “I hate love.” You grumbled as you shook your head when you felt the seat next to you get taken.

Beau went to comfort you “shit,” he yelped as he drunkenly fell off of his chair. 

Your hand immediately clasped over your mouth “you good?” Your words were muffled as you tried to hold your other hand out to help him back up. 

The boy laughed, finally making you break too “ow.” He groaned as he stood back up. 

You shook your head “idiot.” You elbowed the boy who sent you a grin “at least I wasn’t just complaining about a guy.” He stuck his tongue out at you. 

A laugh left your lips again as your cheeks turned red “watch it or else I’ll push that chair.” Your warning made Beau grin as he sat on his chair again. 

When your eyes went back to Logan you saw him looking right back at Hannah. 

From that night you decided that you needed a break. 

A chance to pull yourself out of the situation. 

A moment to gaslight yourself into thinking that maybe you were wrong and Logan wasn’t in love with Hannah. 

And the only way you knew how to do that was to avoid him entirely. 

So that was exactly what you did.

And Logan realised something was seriously wrong when you stopped coming to the house entirely.

At first, it had just been smaller things.

Skipping movie nights. Leaving group chats on read. Suddenly always “busy” when the boys invited you over.

But now?

Now it had been almost two weeks since he’d properly seen you.

And Logan hated how much he noticed.

The house felt off without you in it.

Too quiet.

Nobody stealing fries off his plate. Nobody yelling at Dean for putting empty milk cartons back in the fridge. Nobody curled into the corner of the couch in one of his hoodies while pretending not to fall asleep during movies. Yet always ending up with a blanket wrapped around you

It irritated him more than it should have “she’s avoiding me,” Logan muttered finally one night when he walked from a run.

He thought the fresh air would clear his mind, but instead, he just found himself craving your company even more.

The boys all looked up from the living room at the exact same time.

Dean paused mid-scroll on his phone.

Garrett blinked slowly.

Tucker looked like he was trying not to laugh “what?” Logan asked immediately.

Dean stared at him for a long moment “you’re kidding.” He looked at the other guys to see if anyone else found it so funny.

“About what?”

Garrett physically set his drink down “oh my god, he actually doesn’t know.” He brought his hand to his mouth.

“Know what?”

Tucker laughed under his breath, “this is painful.” He mumbled making the blonde nod in agreement.

Logan frowned harder “can one of you just explain what the hell you’re talking about?”

Dean pointed at him dramatically “she likes you, idiot.” He was done waiting for Logan to get on the same page as everyone else.

Logan blinked.

“What?”

The room went dead silent.

Then Dean actually threw his head back laughing as Garrett looked personally offended “no way.” Logan stared at them. 

“No she doesn’t.”

All three of them groaned simultaneously as they hit their heads with their hands “yes she does,” Dean said immediately as he knew Logan was on a losing side of this battle.

What made it sad was that Logan was unaware of it all “massively,” Tucker added.

Garrett leaned forward “it is genuinely impossible to miss.” He pointed out as he rolled his eyes.

Logan looked between them almost nervous, “you’re messing with me.” He didn’t want to believe that they were all right.

Dean barked out a laugh “Logan, she literally follows you around this house like a lost puppy.” He didn’t even mean it in a bad way, it was just the truth. You just loved being around Logan.

“She does not.”

“She absolutely does,” Dean cut in.

Logan opened his mouth to argue again, but Garrett beat him to it “she sits beside you every single time we watch movies.” Without fail, your legs always landed up in his lap.

“That doesn’t mean-”

The blonde pointed his finger into the air “she does it because she loves getting a chance to cuddle you!” Dean interrupted as he shook his head.

Logan frowned slightly.

Beau pointed out as he walked into the house, “she also laughs at jokes that are objectively not funny when you make them.” Logan felt like the most unamusing person in that group half the time.

“That’s not true.”

One of the boys threw something at Logan as if it would knock some sense into him “dude,” Garrett deadpanned as he sent Logan an unimpressed look“you made a joke about a burnt grilled cheese last week, and she laughed so hard she cried.” Logan hesitated because maybe that one was fair.

Dean was already on a roll now.

“She brings you a thing of berries because she thinks of you.”

“She remembers your practice schedule better than you do.”

“She knows your coffee order.”

“She looks at you like you’re the only dude in this house half the time.”

Logan stared at the blonde, who continued to list things off

His stomach was starting to feel weird “she does not look at me like that.” He shook his head as the three of them exchanged a look.

Then Dean leaned back against the couch cushions dramatically “oh my god he’s stupid,” he muttered as he rubbed his face with his hand.

“Hopelessly stupid,” Garrett corrected.

Dean pointed toward the kitchen “last month you walked in wearing that grey hoodie she likes, and she genuinely forgot how to use a microwave.” Logan blinked as he swore that he never had that effect on you.

“What?”

Tucker nodded solemnly “tragic, honestly.” Not knowing if he was talking more about you or Logan in that moment.

Garrett laughed as he thought back to his favourite memory of you trying to hide your crush “and every time you touch her,” he did his best to hold back a laugh, “she goes completely silent for like ten seconds.”

Logan frowned harder, trying to think back.

Little moments suddenly started replaying differently.

You getting flustered when he threw an arm over your shoulders. How pink your face got whenever he complimented you. The way you always seemed to brighten the second he walked into a room “oh,” Logan said quietly.

Dean pointed at him again “there it is.”

Logan looked genuinely stunned now, like his world had stopped in that moment.

“She-”

“Yep,” Beau interrupted him immediately, not giving Logan a chance to come up with something wrong.

Silence quickly fell over the room as the boys waited for Logan to say something, “for how long?” Logan asked, his cluelessness made everyone else laugh.

Garrett shook his head “months, man.” Dean nodded in agreement as he ate his food.

Logan sat back slowly against the couch cushions.

And suddenly, karaoke night replayed in his head, too.

A switch had flipped in your brain, and you were stoic towards him after Hannah’s song. The way you barely looked at him afterwards. How you’d practically vanished from his life the next day.

Logan looked back at them “she stopped coming around because she likes me?” It was as if the penny dropped for him in that moment.

Dean’s expression softened slightly “she stopped coming around because she thought you liked Hannah.” Logan and Garrett all made awkward eye contact.

Logan blinked as he cocked his head “yep.” The boys all nodded in agreement before Logan had a chance to question it.

Logan ignored him completely as he stood up “oh, you are an idiot,” Garrett words were so quiet but still Logan heard everything he said.

Because the boys were right.

Days later, you didn’t know how you ended up at the boys place after a win. 

Well that was a lie, Beau and Dean practically dragged you out of your dorm after believing that you were becoming a decoration within your own room.

It was hard to say no to either of them when they started guilting you “I should go home.” You announced at the front door when the boys tightened their hands on your shoulders. 

Dean shook his head “look just have fun with us.” Beau mumbled into your ear. 

You sighed as they walked you into the house. Music echoed in your ears as people flooded around the first floor “we’ve got your back.” Beau added as he watched your eyes land on the boys. 

More specifically, Logan. 

The boy looked tired as he listened to Tucker recount a story that had him being overly expressive with his hands. 

His under eyes were dark as Logan looked almost like he wasn’t there anymore, at least not mentally. 

But when he finally saw you, he smiled. It was this soft, sweet one that almost looked delicate, like he was worried if he gave you anything more, that he was worried you’d run away. 

Your eyes drifted somewhere else in the room as you felt your heart throb.

It was killing you to not talk to Logan, but when you saw how Hannah smiled at something that Garrett said, you knew it was all because you could think about was what you didn’t have “c’mon let’s get you a drink.” Dean patted your shoulders as he pushed you in the direction of the kitchen. 

The boys kept on replacing your drinks every time you finished them. 

And you were doing a good job of throwing each newly refilled cup back like it was nothing. 

Song after song. 

Drink after drink. 

Every effort to avoid Logan went successfully. 

Time slipped away and the night grew older.

And before you knew it, you were drunk. 

Not the cute kind of giggly that wine got you. 

But the stubborn and determined drunk that tequila got you. And that’s when you decied that you had enough.

The air was cold when you finally left the party. 

You had decided that avoiding Logan was getting too much, so you left. 

The fall weather should have left your cheeks cool when the night breeze drifted past you, but instead, you felt like you were on fire. 

All your focus was on putting one foot in front of the other so that, by the time you made it to the sidewalk, the front door opened. 

You had created enough distance between you and the house “are you fucking serious right now?” Logan scoffed when he let the door shut with a slam behind him. 

Footsteps pounded behind you as you kept on walking fast. Which for someone who was as drunk as you were, wasn’t very fast at all “don’t,” you grumbled, knowing that he was steps behind you. 

Your fists clenched “what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Logan almost laughed as he furrowed his eyebrows. 

“It means just leave me alone!” 

Logan finally reached for you as you stumbled over your feet “I won’t.” He ended up in front of you forcing you to stop. 

A harsh sigh escaped from your lips “I’m fine.” You slurred, feeling your head spin. 

Alcohol tainted your tongue as Logan could smell it, “you’re so far gone.” He shook his head when he frowned. 

Your lips formed a pout “well aren’t you observant?” You stuck your tongue out at him as he laughed. 

You tugged your body back “so let me go home.” Your voice came out harsher than intended, and you were so drunk that you didn’t notice. 

He glared at you and you glared right back. 

And somehow that little moment sent the two of you over the edge “you know you have been avoiding me for damn weeks.” Logan was hurt and even if he tried to hide it, it still seeped through his voice. 

You rubbed your cheeks with your hands “not this shit again.” You groaned as you shook your head. 

“Yes, this again.” 

Logan wasn’t going to stop until he had a reasonable answer from you “you disappeared and acted like it was nothing!” He tugged his fingers through his hair. 

You finally looked at the boy’s eyes “look you didn’t even notice.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

It made the boy frown “of course I noticed when you weren’t around.” Logan clicked his tongue “hell you’re the first person I always look for in a room, even if I know you won’t be there.” His confession made your stomach churn. 

You shook your head “you don’t get to do this.” You raised your hand to stop him “look it’s bad enough you don’t like me back but don’t lie to me.” 

Logan crossed his arms “I am not lying jesus,” he scoffed as if he was offended that you even thought it. 

You looked up at the sky as you licked your lips “you love Hannah-” he tried to cut you off but you stopped him. 

Your hands wrapped around yourself, “and I need to learn to accept that you just don’t love me how I love you.” Your words came out and it was as if you had opened a can of worms. 

“In a way that makes me fine when you eat the last cookie or wait at the rink after games just so that I can be the first one to congratulate you or hug you, and god it’s in an unfortunate way that makes me hate you for not seeing me how I see you.” 

Silence followed your words as you felt your throat constrict, “oh god.” You groaned as you pushed Logan away from you, leaning into the dirt next to him. 

His hands immediately went to your hair as you threw up “let it out.” He cooed, rubbing your back as you whined. 

“I’m gonna die.” You groaned weakly, making him laugh “no you won’t.” 

You looked up at him in betrayal “I told you I love you and you are laughing at me?” You grumbled as you sent him a scowl. 

He shook his head “absolutely not.” He forced his lips shut “okay maybe a little bit.” 

Logan went back to rubbing your back “for the record I love you too.” The words slipped from his lips making you stand up. 

Your eyes were wide “you do?” Your voice was barely a whisper. 

He nodded “I was trying to stop it because I wanted to keep you as a friend rather than lose you altogether.” Logan let his hands fall to your hips. 

You melted into his touch “now please never leave me like that again.” Logan pressed a kiss against your forehead as you nodded. 

Logan smiled as he could smell your perfume on you again and not just on his clothes “can we go back to your room?” You asked as he let his hand slot into yours.

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Out of Your Head | Dean Di Laurentis

summary: when girls keep on trying to get Deans attention, you can’t help but get into your head about it.

request: yes/no

warnings: drinking, swearing

word count: 1.86k

authors note: hey you lot! I have just finished uni for the semester so the updates will be back to a more regular schedule!

The first time you met Dean, you assumed he was flirting as a joke.

Because guys like Dean Di Laurentis didn't look at girls like you.

Not really.

And definitely not twice.

But most certainly not in the way he was looking at you.

You were standing in line at a campus coffee shop, bundled into an oversized sweater, trying very hard not to notice the hockey players who had just walked in.

Then one of them stepped beside you “hey." That voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand.

You looked up.

Dean smiled.

Not a smirk.

Not some cocky grin.

Just a smile that, if you didn’t know any better felt genuine "hi?" You looked behind you as if he was looking through you, only to stupidly be faced with his teammates.

"I've seen you around."

Your immediate thought was that he was either blind or just s

Your second thought was that he was making fun of you.

But then he asked for your name.

And remembered it.

Because he showed up again a few days later.

And then again.

And somehow, against all logic, Dean kept choosing you.

Which six months later, left you still trying to understand why.

Not because Dean gave you any reason to doubt him. It was exact opposite, actually.

He was the most affectionate boyfriend you'd ever seen.

Which for a man that lived and breathed casual, it felt like you were waiting to wake up from this always.

Always touching you.

Always pulling you into his lap.

Always kissing your forehead.

Always looking at you like you were the prettiest girl in every room.

The problem was that your brain refused to let your heart accept it.

Years of insecurity didn't disappear because one beautiful hockey player loved you.

So most of the time they crept back in.

Like tonight.

You and Dean were at a team party.

The house was packed.

Music thumped through the walls.

Girls crowded around the hockey players.

And every few minutes you caught someone staring at Dean.

A blonde near the kitchen.

A brunette by the stairs.

Another girl who literally laughed and touched his arm while he was talking.

You knew Dean wasn't encouraging it because you knew he loved you.

But the little voice in your head was being particularly cruel tonight.

Look at them.

Look at you.

Of course they'd want him.

Why wouldn't they?

You found yourself drifting toward a quieter hallway.

Just for a minute.

Just to breathe.

Your feet carried you up to his room, the place you found yourself most nights.

A few minutes later you heard footsteps.

Then Dean's voice "thought I’d have to get some missing posters up soon.” You looked up to see him holding two drinks.

One for him.

One for you.

You forced a smile as your fingers dropped your bracelet “hey.” Dean immediately narrowed his eyes.

He knew you too well. In the few short months that you had been together, this man could read you like a book "what’s wrong?" He cocked his head as he shut the door behind him.

Dean handed you your drink as you frowned “it’s nothing.” You shook your head.

The boy crouched down in front of you “liar." He rested his hand on your knee as you looked away.

You knew it was one of those things that shouldn’t have been picking at your heart but it rang in your ears "it’s stupid." You pursed your lips together as you sucked at your teeth.

Deans fingers traced random shapes on the inside of your thigh "tell me anyway." You twisted the cup in your hands, clearly letting the mental coin toss play in your head.

He waited.

Patiently.

Eventually you sighed.

Tugging your fingers through your hair "I just-" You sipped at your drink as if it could buy you time.

Because you hated saying it out loud "I don't know." You shrugged almost wishing that he hadn’t caught you upstairs.

Dean stayed quiet.

So you continued "I look around at girls at these parties and they're all gorgeous." Your voice got smaller trying not to look stupid “then there's me."

Dean's entire face fell.

Not in annoyance.

In heartbreak.

Like hearing that hurt his soul “baby.” His hands pulled away from you.

As if he was walking on a tight rope trying to avoid hurting you.

You shrugged "it’s fine." You tried to convince yourself that it was normal to feel that way.

Dean was quick to disagree with you “it is absolutely not fine." You laughed weakly as you picked at the edge of your nail.

"It's not your problem."

The words didn’t get a chance to hang in the air before Dean decided that he had enough "the hell it isn't." Dean set his drink down on the floor and turned fully toward you.

His hands rested on your thighs "look at me." You hesitated and it made him repeat himself.

"Look at me."

So you did.

His expression was unbelievably serious "you think I settled for you?" He cocked his head as you almost looked annoyed.

Your eyes widened "what? No-" you went to explain yourself but he cut you off.

Dean wasn’t trying to argue with you but he really wanted to make sure that you got what he was saying “that's what you're saying." The hockey player sucked at his teeth “you think I looked at every girl on campus and somehow ended up with you by accident?"

You blinked as Dean leaned closer "I chose you." His words were both sweet and somehow effortless at the same time.

Your heart throbbed “Dean,” you couldn’t help it when you cracked a small smile.

His voice was barely a whisper “please listen to me.” His hand found yours as his squeezed.

It was as if you could hear a pin drop in here that’s how quiet Deans room was around you both "I like the way you laugh." Another finger intertwined with yours.

Still your heart pounded in your chest "I like the way you get excited when you're talking about something." All of the guys were used to listening to your tangents about what meats go on a sandwich or why the boys picked the wrong star in whatever Real Housewives collection they let you put on.

He licked his lips before he continued "I like that you snort when something's actually funny." You groaned knowing that it was something that he really wouldn’t let you live down.

Dean smiled as he nodded "I like every inch of you." Heat flooded your face as you scrunched your nose.

You sounded like a teen boy that had just been smothered in kisses by their grandmother "Dean." Your eyes rolled trying to act like you didn’t feel like you were drowning in love.

If you gave him the chance he’d kiss every inch of your body he’d do it "I do." Dean brought your hand up to his lips as he kissed your fingers.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles "you’re beautiful." You shook your head automatically.

Dean immediately caught it "nope." He narrowed his eyes at you like he had all the time in the world to deal with this.

"Dean-“

"No." He poked your cheek cutting you off "you don't get to argue with me about my own girlfriend." You laughed despite yourself.

"That's not how that works."

He stuck his tongue out at you "it is,” as he nodded.

"It isn't."

The two of you sounded like children "it absolutely is." His arm wrapped around your waist.

Strong.

Secure.

Like there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

"Besides."

He lowered his voice “do you know how obsessed I am with you?" His words sent shivers down your spine, shooting straight to your core.

You covered your face "oh my God." You shook your head as it was buried in your hands

"I'm serious."

You held back a laugh "you're ridiculous." Your cheeks were sore as you wanted his bed to swallow you.

Dean pulled your hands away as he wanted to see you "I am." He kissed your nose.

He had that smug look on his face as he had your total attention “but I'm also right." It was the truth.

Then your forehead.

Then your cheek.

Then finally your lips.

Slow.

Soft.

Patient.

The kind of kiss that felt like being wrapped in a blanket on a cold winters morning.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours “you know what I see when I look at you?" You swallowed almost nervous about what you’d hear.

"What?"

His eyes dropped to your stomach before they quickly went back to your eyes “the girl I want to come home to." Your chest tightened as you knew all about how he wanted three kids.

His thumb drew circles against your wrist “who I want in my jersey at every game." Getting to see you sat in the crowd was almost just as good as getting to get you out of the jersey.

Another kiss on your lips.

He stopped as he took the chance to really look at you, "the girl I can't stop thinking about." His voice was soft as if he was worried he’d scare you.

And just like that he was ready to hit what felt like the nail in the coffin "the girl I love." Your eyes immediately filled and Dean noticed instantly.

"Oh no."

You laughed.

You raised your hand to stop him "don’t." You blinked rapidly to avoid tears falling.

He was quick to tease you "oh, she's crying." You sniffled as you shook your head.

"I'm not crying."

The hockey player laughed as he shook his head "she’s definitely crying." You shoved his shoulder.

Dean grinned as he sat down next to you, quickly pulling you onto his lap.

The moment you settled against him, he wrapped both arms around your middle and squeezed.

Tight and protective.

Like he was proud to be holding you.

Like he wanted the entire world to know you were his “you know," he murmured into your hair, "those girls at the party?" You groaned, shoving your head into the crook of his neck.

The boy grinned as he ran his fingers through your hair “they can look." If anything he enjoyed getting the chance to show you off.

He didn’t stop there, no he was actually convinced he was going to be the most insufferable boyfriend that day “they can stare." It made him smirk how you squirmed.

Your cheeks reddened as you whined, "stop." He laughed as he shook his head.

His fingers danced over the waist of your pants "because at the end of the day?" His lips brushed your temple as he let out a soft breath.

Dean let his fingers rest under your chin as he forced you to look at him "I get the girl I want." That was more than any public claim mattered.

And somehow, tucked safely against his chest while he held you like the most precious thing he'd ever touched, you almost believed him when he said it.

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the phone is propped on the pillows, screen glowing while katsuki’s flushed face fills one side and the camera stays pointed straight down at your wrecked body.

eijiro’s been pounding you for hours now, thick cock still buried deep, every thrust making wet, squelching noises as it pushes more of his earlier loads out of your swollen cunt. your thighs are shiny with slick and cum, the sheets beneath you soaked through, and your voice is already hoarse from all the moaning.

katsuki’s breathing hard on the other end, fist working his cock in quick, rough strokes. “look at that messy fucking pussy,” he growls, voice low and ragged. “you two have been going at it for hours and you’re still dripping everywhere. shit, i can see fucking puffy she is, eiji. keep fucking her f'me.”

eijiro’s hips snap harder, the creamy ring around his base getting thicker with every thrust. “fuuuck, baby, you’re taking it so good,” he pants, big hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “been letting me use this cunt all night and you’re still so tight. mmph, sweetie—yeah, just like that. good girl.”

your head lolls back, tongue hanging out, eyes glassy and unfocused. every brutal thrust knocks another broken sound out of you. “eiji—haaahh—t-too much, i can’t—kats, p-please, it’s s'deep—i’m—m'gonna—” your words dissolve into high, pathetic whimpers as he keeps fucking you through it.

“you can take it,” eijiro groans, leaning down to mouth at your neck while his pace stays relentless. “gonna make y'squirt again, pretty girl. i know you got more in you. mmph, soak my cock—fuuuckk. come on, let it out.”

katsuki’s fist blurs faster on screen. “moaning like a fuckin' slut...eiji, make her cum while i watch. fuck, i’m so hard it hurts—wish i was there pounding your hole open with him.”

eijiro’s fingers find your swollen nub and he rubs fast, messy circles. the pressure builds fast, your whole body tensing up before you explode again. clear fluid sprays out around his cock, soaking his abs and chest in hot bursts while your cunt spasms wildly. “cumming mnghh—cumming again—haaaahh—f-fuuuckkk...eiji, katsuki, p-please—!”

“that’s it, good fucking girl,” eijiro praises, still pounding through your orgasm, cock glistening. “look at you squirting all over me again. such a messy little slut for us.”

katsuki’s breathing turns into rough grunts. “g'nna cum—fuuck—making me cum with that fucking greedy little pussy.” thick ropes of cum spurt across his phone camera, blurring the view in white streaks as he groans your name.

you’re still twitching and babbling, voice cracking. “kats… eiji… love you—hahh, love when you watch me get fucked like this…”

eijiro slows but stays buried deep, kissing your temple while his hips give lazy, shallow thrusts. “we got you, sweetheart. just keep on being good for us.”

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♡ ⸝⸝ nanami finds out you’re pregnant because gojo can’t keep his mouth shut ❤︎₊ ⊹

“nanamiiiii," gojo called out as he bursted into the office. nanami didn't even blink, his eyes were still glued to his paperwork. gojo frowned as he realized his dramatic entrance had fallen flat. he turned to walk out and try to get the blonde's attention again.

before clearing his throat, gojo stomped into the office and slammed his palms against the desk.

still no reaction.

"o-kay, i was gonna be nice and ask you how your day is going, but since you want to ignore me, i'll just tell you about my day."

nanami moved only to cross a sentence out with black ink. gojo let out a frustrated sigh before starting his tangent.

"today was great! i went to the grand opening of the new candy shop downtown. they had great stuff, all the classics and some really unique things too. then i got a deep tissue massage. that was quite relaxing. hmmmm... your wife and i went to try a new cafe. it was mehhh, waste of money."

nanami had gotten good at droning gojo out over the years. he did care about him, of course he did, but gosh, did he love to talk. and at the worst moments too. how could he not see that nanami was very busy doing important things.

"we went on a walk because the weather is nice. you'd know that if you'd stop being a hermit. then we passed by the pharmacy to pick up the test then—"

nanami froze. his efforts to ignore out the talkative man were abandonded as soon as he heard that.

"what test?" he asked, hazel eyes staring at gojo with such intensity that it freaked him out.

"just a pregnancy test. don't interrupt me, that's rude. anyways after that we visited the—"

"a pregnancy test? she's pregnant?" nanami was stunned. that was the last thing he'd expected the white haired freak to say. what? how could you keep something that huge from him and tell gojo out of all people instead? nanami took a deep breath. no…there has to be some sort of explanation to this.

it was gojo's turn to freeze in place. he was such a blabber mouth, he revealed a big secret without even realizing it. had nanami been ignoring him still, he would have moved on past that without ever realizing he let the cat out of the bag. now, the cat's owner was bound to rip his face off.

"errr... did i say pregnancy? hah! silly me...." he racked his brain for a good excuse, anything to save himself, but he came up empty. nanami looked very, very unamused, and that's when satoru knew. he was cooked.

"congrats! you’re going to a great dad! i hope it's a boy."

nanami still glared.

"…or a girl? you could do cute little tea parties together and dress up and oo!! oo!! and get manicures together. you'd definitely rock pink nail polish—"

nanami cleared his throat.

satoru dropped to his knees and clasped his hands together. "pleasepleaseplease forgive me. you weren't supposed to know. not yet." he cried out, squeezing his eyes shut. "you never heard that, okay? forget i ever said anything.”

silence. satoru's stomach twisted in knots. his desperate plea had fallen upon deaf ears. nanami's mouth was in a firm line as he glared at his childhood friend. satoru gulped and rubbed the back of his neck.

“get up.”

satoru scrambled up immediately. his hands were glued to his side like a soldier reporting to his superior. he was practically trembling in fear. he didn’t dare speak until he was given permission to.

“now,” nanami pushed up his glasses, “tell me everything you know.”

“s-she n-noticed,” he stammered. what did she notice again? fuck. he couldn’t blank again. not when he was just given a chance at redemption.

nanami waited patiently as gojo struggled to get a coherent sentence out. he found all this amusing. it was so gojo of him to spill a secret to the one person that he shouldn’t tell. nanami didn’t even have to pry it out of him, gojo did it all in his own. nanami scoffed. the irony.

“she noticed she felt very sick in the morning these past few weeks and decided to check it out. i promise she told me everything today, we were right by the pharmacy and she remembered… i had no idea beforehand.”

“hm.” nanami picked up his pen again and started on his paperwork again.

“yeah... that’s all i know.”

“thank you gojo. you may leave now. please shut the door on your way out.”

gojo gulped. was that it? was he finally off the hook?

“o-okay… sounds good.” he turned around and slowly walked to the door. before moving to close it behind him, he paused and turned around.

“wait, so does that mean i’m still a contender for godfather?”

nanami sighed.

"and have my child dropped on their head like you clearly were?" nanami clicked his tongue. "no thanks."

"rude..." satoru murmured on his way out.

later that night, you had everyone over for dinner.

"thank you everyone so much for coming! i hope the food was good."

"was delicious," toji said and patted his stomach. the rest of them chimed in with compliments too.

you beamed at everyone. "thank you, thank you... also, i have an announcement." nanami kissed your cheek softly and you giggled.

"i'm pregnant!"

the table buzzed with excitement. suguru raised a glass to congratulate you. shoko started fussing over your health. toji patted nanami's back and told him "good luck." utahime insisted that that was why you were glowing. but something was off....

"wait, did you guys already know?" you narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

the table now fell silent. it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. no one dared to meet your eyes. higurama awkwardly cleared his throat. "err, yes, yes we did."

you frowned. "what? how? i thought i—"

everyone's heads whipped to gojo. he froze mid-bite, the piece of food hovered halfway to his mouth as his brain visibly stalled, like it was trying to calculate every possible exit strategy and finding none that didn’t end in disaster. slowly, very slowly, his gaze lifted.

“…traitors.”

thank you to nonnie who requested this, as promised here's the 1st one! this is on queue, next one is posted