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Learned Response
Garrett Graham x Female!Reader
Warnings: past family trauma, depictions of anger/loss of control, trauma response, mentions abuse, this fic is pretty intense ngl
Summary: Garrett Graham notices everything about you - including the things you never meant for him to see. When the pressure of the semester finally breaks him open, one moment is enough to change everything, and neither of you knows how to come back from it.
Author's Note: Writing fics where they mention John Logan is lowkey weird because I just keep referring to him as Logan and not John and that is just how it's gonna go. Anyways, new angsty hockey boy in the houseeeee. This one is highkey intense. Hope you angst craving weenies (like myself) enjoy!
LAZY KISSES WITH GARRETT GRAHAM
1k words, a teensy bit suggestive, 16+
author's note — this is my first time writing for Off Campus, let me know if you'd like to see more <3
"Baby," Garrett practically croons when he sees you, leaning his elbows on the railing of the staircase. "Where've you been?"
You try and fail the urge to let your eyes travel downwards, the trail of hair from his chest to the waistband of his sweatpants, the ridges of muscles very much evident, especially because he isn't wearing a shirt.
"Studying," you reply, in a duh tone of voice, taking the steps one at a time to reach him. He winds his arms around your waist, fingers splaying on the exposed skin of your abdomen, brushing your hip bone.
You melt at the soft touch, and he leans down to press a kiss to the tip of your earlobe. "Do you have no shirts?" You tease quietly, letting out a soft gasp when his kiss grows fervent. "... I should buy you some."
Your boyfriend lets out a little scoff, tugging you closer to his front. "I have enough shirts, honey," he breathes, lips moving up to the underside of your jaw. "C'mon," he coaxes, pulling away much to your chagrin; to you letting out a soft, irritated whine. "Upstairs. Don't you wanna get comfy?"
How can you possibly resist, especially when his hands are on you, and he's using that tone, which begs to be listened to? You let out a little hum of affirmation.
High Maintenance
Garrett Graham x Female!Reader
Warnings: alcohol use, drinking to cope, anxiety, angst
Summary: You've been falling apart quietly for three weeks and you're very good at making sure nobody notices, especially your boyfriend Garrett. You're less good at it after four drinks and one overheard conversation you were never supposed to hear.
Part 2
Author's Note: Thx for all the love on my first Garrett fic! I'm doing an OC rewatch rn and just felt like I needed to get this one off my chest. I <3 bestie Dean fr.
jack’s little secret
based on this request wc: 1.2k pairing: jack abbot x wife!reader summary: jack has always liked privacy, but one of his biggest secrets is revealed one random afternoon. c.warning: established relationship (married); mentions of minor injury and minor car accident; reader is a mother; no other warnings i think but if i missed something let me know! a/n: gooooood it's been so long since i last wrote for jack. i missed him so much! i hope you liked this!
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for years, jack’s personal life has been locked inside a vault. of course he’d mention you, his wife, from time to time. but always in passing and never waiting too long for his coworkers to asks any personal questions. and it’s not because he doesn’t love you, god knows he’s obsessed with you. but a small, overprotective part of him thinks that by distancing himself from you and your kids when he’s at work he manages to keep you away from the hospital.
he has spent a decade building a wall between his grueling work and the life he cherishes waiting for him back home.
but tonight, the universe has different plans for him.
JUST US, AND YOUR FRIEND ROY
jason todd x fem!reader
synopsis : you and jason todd are friends with benefits. roy harper doesn't seem to think so. he thinks you guys are madly in love!! and god save you from that man's sideeyes.
tw: nsfw. there's no full smut scenes but lots of it is mentioned. ya'll have basically done it in most positions-
ooc characters, maybe?!?
convenience store
11:45 p. m.
“unfuckingbelievable.” jason huffed and reached the aisle you were at. when you barely reacted to his words, his brows furrowed and he rested a hand lightly on your hip, “what’re you looking for, pretty?”
edge of the earth
summary - the off campus house is having a party but you're not feeling it. luckily your boyfriend lives there and so you retreat to his bedroom (your safe space)
pairing - garrett graham x reader
word count - 3.7k
You let out a snicker as Garrett kissed your neck.
Both of you were cuddled up on the sofa of the off campus house - Garrett’s all-but suffocating yours.
“You know, it deflates a man’s ego if you laugh when he’s trying to be romantic.” His face was buried against your neck, making you giggle even more as his breath tickled your skin.
You knew he was only messing with you, but for the sake of his ‘man’s ego’ you tried your best to compose yourself.
“Sorry.” You smiled.
You reached your hands to cup his jaw, bringing his face up to meet yours. His gaze darkened as he looked at your lips.
“No you’re not.”
Garrett’s body sunk into yours as he kissed your already fucked-looking lips.
Hi bby!! I love ur off campus fics!!
Would u be down to do a fluffy john Logan request where he takes care of reader when she’s super upset? Maybe it’s just been a week of one thing on top of another, and finally she just hits her breaking point??
Break Point
Pairing: John Logan x Reader
Word Count: 1147
Request open!
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John could tell you were hanging on by a thread.
He just hadn’t expected the thread to snap the second you walked through the front door.
The week had already been bad. He knew that much. You’d been tired, quiet, and just a little too determined to keep saying “I’m fine” whenever he asked how things were going. John had learned by now that your version of fine often meant you were one inconvenience away from losing it.
When you came into the kitchen that night, he was at the stove making something halfway between dinner and a rescue mission. He looked over expecting the usual tired smile.
Instead, you stood in the doorway with your bag slipping off your shoulder and your face already crumpling.
John shut off the burner immediately. “Hey.”
You took one look at him and started shaking your head like you were trying to outrun your own feelings. “No. No, I’m sorry, I just,”
And then your voice broke.
That was all it took.
John was across the kitchen in two steps, pulling you straight into his arms as the tears finally came. You made a small, frustrated sound against his shoulder, like you were mad at yourself for not being able to hold it together one second longer.
“Hey,” he said softly. “It’s okay.”
You shook your head against him. “It’s not.”
“Yes,” he said, holding you tighter, “it is.”
You laughed once, but it sounded wrecked. “I hate this.”
“I know.”
“I had a terrible day.”
“I know.”
“And then I got home and my email was somehow worse, and my phone kept ringing, and I couldn’t answer it, and I forgot to eat until three hours ago, and I just,” You broke off with a shaky breath. “I’m so tired.”
John’s expression tightened with concern, but his voice stayed calm. “You don’t have to keep going.”
You pulled back just enough to look at him, your eyes red and exhausted and furious at the world. “I feel ridiculous.”
“You’re not ridiculous.”
“I’m crying in your kitchen.”
“Yes,” he said, like that was the least important part of the conversation. “Because you’ve had a week from hell.”
The tears kept coming, but your shoulders loosened a little.
John brushed his thumb under one of your eyes, then the other, wiping away the tears with a care that made your throat ache.
“Talk to me,” he said. “What happened?”
You shook your head weakly. “Too much.”
“Start small.”
You looked at him for a second, then exhaled shakily. “My professor moved a deadline up without saying anything. Then two people at work called out. Then one of my friends got upset because I didn’t text back fast enough, and I felt bad, and then I felt worse because I felt bad about feeling bad.”
John let out a breath through his nose. “That is a lot.”
You laughed weakly. “I know.”
He guided you toward the couch, sitting down with you tucked close beside him. One arm stayed around your shoulders while the other rested over your hand, grounding you in a way that made your breathing start to settle.
“You could have told me sooner,” he said gently.
“I didn’t want to dump it on you.”
John turned his head to look at you. “You are never dumping on me.”
You sniffled and looked down. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s true.”
He said it so simply that it made your chest ache.
After a moment, he reached for the blanket on the back of the couch and pulled it over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders with careful hands. Then he stood up long enough to grab the mug he’d been making and pressed it into your hands.
Tea. Still warm.
You looked up at him. “You made me tea?”
“No, I just enjoy standing around with a mug for no reason.”
A laugh escaped you through the tears, and John immediately looked relieved to have gotten even that much out of you.
“There you are,” he murmured.
You leaned into him again, exhausted by the effort of being upset. “I’m sorry.”
He frowned. “For what?”
“For ruining the night.”
John gave you a look that was both soft and very serious. “You didn’t ruin anything.”
“I was supposed to be normal.”
“You were supposed to come home,” he said, “and let me take care of you when you needed it.”
That made your throat tighten all over again.
John shifted so he could see your face more clearly. “You don’t have to hold everything together all the time.”
“I feel like I should.”
“Why?”
You looked at him for a long second and then shrugged, miserable. “Because if I don’t, who will?”
John’s expression softened in a way that made you want to cry all over again, which was deeply inconvenient.
“Me,” he said.
The answer was so immediate that it stopped you.
He looked at you calmly, one hand still at your waist. “I will.”
You stared at him.
His voice went quieter. “That’s what I’m here for.”
The certainty in it made something inside you finally let go.
You lowered your face into his shoulder again, and John held you through the next round of tears without saying a word, just rubbing slow circles into your back until the shaking eased.
When you finally pulled back, your eyes felt tired and your face felt hot, and John was still looking at you like you were something important he had no intention of treating lightly.
“Better?” he asked.
“A little.”
“Good.”
You took a shaky breath. “You’re very good at this.”
John’s mouth curved slightly. “At what?”
“Taking care of me.”
He looked almost shy for a second, which only made him gentler when he answered.
“I like taking care of you,” he said.
That made you go still.
Then, because he knew exactly what he’d done to you, he brushed a thumb along your cheek and added, “Especially when you’re pretending you don’t need it.”
You laughed weakly, finally. “I do not always pretend.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You texted me ‘I’m fine’ three times today.”
You made a face. “That is unrelated.”
“It is absolutely related.”
You smiled despite the exhaustion, and he seemed to relax a little when he saw it.
He kissed your forehead once, then twice, lingering each time until your shoulders stopped feeling so tight. “There,” he murmured. “That’s better.”
You leaned into him with a tiny sigh. “You make everything feel less awful.”
John’s arm tightened around you. “Good.”
You looked up at him, eyes still wet but much steadier now. “You know you’re going to have to keep doing this forever, right?”
He smiled, quiet and sure. “I was kind of planning on it.”
And for the first time all week, you laughed like you meant it.
Hiiii can you do one with a femreader and with Logan? Something like they go snowboarding on a mountain trip and the reader gets a really bad concussion and Logan cares for her and patches her up. or maybe the reader can be the briar hockey team's media manager and he has a crush on her and is always flirting with her.
worth the fall | john logan
john logan x reader!female
summary: in which you take quite a bad fall while snowboarding on a mountain trip, luckily a handsome hockey player is there to take care of you. the only problem? you’re the media manger for his team.
part 2
warning: mention of concussion
word count: 2,1k
disclaimer: i planned to make this just 1 part but the whole ending decided not to save 💔 i also decided to add more background and plot instead of just jumping straight in
authors note: this happens to be my second fic i’ve written so far as a new writer, i was so excited when i saw this request as i love the off campus boys with all my heart, hope you enjoy anonymous!
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it started with a fall and ended with a confession and a concussion
when you became a student a briar university you had heard all sorts of stories about the football players and hockey players along with all the other sports, each story was quite similar and always ended with a girl heart broken over a one night stand that she thought would become more.
after hearing all the stories you made two rules for yourself; rule one: don’t get involved with any players and rule two: absolutely do not develop a crush on a player.
after you got a job as the briar hockeys media manager, you knew your rules would be easier to follow and you would have to follow them either way to remain professional. you thought working with hockey players would be simple, as long as everyone kept things professional. then there was john logan, who seemed determined to make that impossible.
john logan was charming, handsome and popular, which made him impossible for most girls to ignore. logan seemed to drew attention from girls everywhere he went. qualities like his came with a reputation, and logan’s was well known around campus. guys wanted to be him and girls talked about him. he wasn’t the type to settle down, preferring casual hookups and fleeting connections over serious relationships. and if there was one thing people knew about john logan, it was that he never stayed with one girl for long.
you’d learned long ago not to trust everything you heard around campus. people had once painted garrett graham as the last guy who’d ever settle down, yet he was now happily taken. unfortunately boys like john logan seemed to prove those rumours right.
you remember your first day of work like it was yesterday, mainly because john logan made quite the impression by trying his hardest to rile you up by flirting with you. logan was quite an attractive guy you would be lying if you said he wasn’t, but you’d never boost his ego that high by letting him know and professionalism too of course.
“you know,” logan said, flashing the smile that had probably worked on half the girls at Briar, “most people are a little friendlier when I introduce myself.”
you barely looked up from your laptop.
“most people probably want something from you.”
his grin widened. “and what if I just wanted to talk?”
“then I’d tell you to find someone else to talk to.”
for the first time, logan looked genuinely surprised.
“wow. you always this harsh?”
“only when hockey players interrupt my work.”
Instead of taking the hint, he leaned against the desk.
“good thing I’m persistent.”
you sighed. “and that’s supposed to be attractive?”
“usually.”
“well, today’s not your lucky day, logan.”
after that day logan had made it his mission to try and get an reaction out of you. it started with the playful flirting and remarks, to lingering smiles and longing stares, then always finding ways and excuses to be around you.
eventually his friends started picking up on his new behaviour. whenever they would see logan following you around they would make playful remarks, like calling him your shadow. eventually the playful remarks sparked a conversation, since then you and the boys had gotten close, you guys were friendly but also professional. you had lasted longer than any other media manager before causing you to become even closer than before, to the point you had formed a friendship with garrets girlfriend hannah aswell as deans girlfriend allie.
as your relationship grew even closer with the boys they began to be more protective over you, the team treated you like an ‘annoying little sister’ as dean would say.
you were standing near the boards during warmups, checking photos on your camera, when a guy approached.
“hey,” he said, offering you a smile. “you’re the team’s media manager, right?”
“that’s me.” you replied with a smile
“I’ve seen you around a lot. I was wondering if maybe I could get your number?”
you opened your mouth to answer, but a familiar voice beat you to it.
“her number?”
the guy turned.
john logan was suddenly standing beside you, hockey stick slung over one shoulder.
you’re surprised logan didn’t come earlier, not that it bothered you of course
“yeah,” the guy said cautiously.
logan stared at him for a second.
“why?”
you immediately pinched the bridge of your nose.
“logan.”
“what? I’m asking a question.”
the guy laughed nervously. “because I think she’s pretty.”
you diverted your attention from logan to the unnamed guy “thank you” you replied with a soft smile
logan’s jaw tightened.
was logan jealous?
“that’s your reason?”
“dude,” garrett said, appearing from seemingly nowhere. “you sound insane.”
“I’m just curious.”
“no, you’re being weird,” garrett corrected.
dean arrived next, taking one look at the situation and groaning.
“oh no.”
“he’s interrogating people again, isn’t he?”
“apparently.”
the poor guy looked ready to disappear.
then came tucker.
“what’s happening?”
“a civilian approached Y/N,” dean informed him.
tucker gasped dramatically.
“without permission?”
“tucker,” you warned.
“sorry. continue.”
by now, allie, hannah, and the rest of the girls were openly watching from nearby, trying not to laugh.
“guys, seriously,” you said.
“we’re serious,” logan replied.
“why?”
“because he’s flirting with you.”
the guy looked at logan.
“Is that a problem?”
“for you? potentially.”
garrett smacked logan upside the head.
“ow!”
“stop threatening innocent people.”
“I didn’t threaten him.”
“you literally said ‘potentially.’”
“that could mean anything.”
dean snorted.
“no it couldn’t.”
the guy looked increasingly concerned.
“you know what?” he said. “I think I’m gonna head out.”
“smart choice,” logan muttered.
“LOGAN.”
logan shrugged unapologetically while the guy quickly disappeared into the crowd.
at this rate you would be single forever.
the second he was gone, you turned to the team.
“you all need help.”
“maybe,” garrett admitted.
“definitely,” dean added.
“worth it,” tucker said.
logan didn’t even try to deny it.
“he was annoying.”
you stared at him.
“he said one sentence.”
“exactly. annoying.”
moments like this caused to you wonder if maybe logan had changed, maybe this all wasn’t a game to him anymore. not that it would better you had to stay professional either way. the more you thought about it the more you realised that it’s been a while since logan had actually had a one night stand let alone talk to a girl, you stopped hearing stories about him aswell.
your train of thoughts came to a stop after you had caught him with a girl. you were trying to find logan after you had been told to find him for a interview before practice, you had checked all his usual spots, you figured that maybe today he decided to wander off. you found him in one of the empty classrooms, and he was most certainly not alone. as soon as you walked through the door you see logan’s figure clearly and on his lap sat a blond girl. the sound off the door must’ve have frightened them as they quickly pulled away and froze as they saw you.
for a moment, nobody spoke.
“sorry,” you said quickly. “didn’t mean to interrupt.”
before logan could get a word out, you already left through the doors of the classroom .
later that afternoon, logan found you in the media room.
“you disappeared quite fast earlier.”
you kept your eyes on your laptop, not bothering to waste your time by looking up at his face.
“found what I needed.” you replied with a semi flat voice.
logan frowned at that, knowing normally you would’ve used this situation to make a joke.
instead, you’d barely looked at him all day, not a glance, not even in his direction .
“are you mad at me?”
the question finally pulling your eyes away from the laptops screen making you glance up.
“what?”
“you’ve been weird since earlier.”
you stared at him.
“logan i don’t have time for this”
you shook your head as you looked back down to your laptop screen.
“Y/N—”
“I’ve got work to do.”
logan stared at you for a long moment, waiting for you to look up, waiting for you to acknowledge him.
you didn’t.
eventually, he let out a frustrated sigh.
“Fine.”
the word sounded sharper than he intended.
not even a second later you heard the door open and close behind him.
only then did you stop pretending to read the same sentence for the tenth time.
because the second he’d walked away, your chest felt a little heavier than before and you weren’t sure why
after that dreadful day you decided to keep that whole incident to yourself, if logan decided to share what happened to the boys, that’s all him.
a week had now passed, you successfully managed to avoid logan. you had decided to invite the girls to help you pack, completely forgetting about the mountain trip after the incident in the classroom, not sure why it bothered you as much as it did.
the trip was planned for team bonding and off-ice conditioning or whatever that meant, after all you were just the media manager.
as you make your way towards the bus you make sure the sit closer to the front, purposefully away from all the players, for professional reasons along with others. logan passes you as he makes his way to the back, looking directly at you, you ignore his gaze, keeping you eyes glued to your phone pretending to read something important. for the rest and the drive you did some work and slept waiting for the hours to pay quicker.
you wake up just before the bus arrives at the place you and the team will be staying at, you quickly hurry out the bus before any of the boys notice. you follow the coaches to the front desk, collect your room key, and quickly make your way to your room. after relaxing for not even an hour you hear a knock on your door, you slowly get up to look through the peep hole you see dean, with a groan you open the door.
“don’t look too excited to see me.” dean says sarcastically.
“yes dean, how can i help you?” you reply back just as sarcastically.
before dean can reply, a familiar voice cuts him off.
tucker comes out basically from nowhere.
“get warm clothes on we’re going snowboarding.”
looking at dean and tucker with an annoyed look
you say no without even thinking, moving to close the door dean puts his foot out to stop the door from closing.
“come on y/n/n, you never wanna do stuff with us” dean pleads sounding like a whiny child
“yeah y/n/n pleaseeee, i promise it’ll be fun.”
with saying anything you stare at them wondering if you should just go else they’ll never stop pestering you, you sigh as they give me puppy dog eyes.
“fine but only for an hour.”
as soon as you agree they start cheering as if they had just won a grammy.
you get dressed and immediately go to the snowboarding station where you had said you would meet tucker and dean. as you’re about to reach them you see the whole team with them. you mentally groan wishing this was already over.
after you get kitted and given gear you spend a few minutes watching the boys effortlessly glide down the mountain before clipping your own board on and giving it a try.
watching the boys snowboard made it look easy. unfortunately, the moment you decided to try it yourself, you realized it wasn’t.
authors note: i’m so upset the rest didnt save, if your interested in a part 2 don’t stress it is already in the making. 🤗
Hiiii can you do one with a femreader and with Logan? Something like they go snowboarding on a mountain trip and the reader gets a really bad concussion and Logan cares for her and patches her up. or maybe the reader can be the briar hockey team's media manager and he has a crush on her and is always flirting with her.
worth the fall | john logan
john logan x reader!female
summary: in which you take quite a bad fall while snowboarding on a mountain trip, luckily a handsome hockey player is there to take care of you. the only problem? you’re the media manger for his team.
part 2
warning: mention of concussion
word count: 2,1k
disclaimer: i planned to make this just 1 part but the whole ending decided not to save 💔 i also decided to add more background and plot instead of just jumping straight in
authors note: this happens to be my second fic i’ve written so far as a new writer, i was so excited when i saw this request as i love the off campus boys with all my heart, hope you enjoy anonymous!
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it started with a fall and ended with a confession and a concussion
when you became a student a briar university you had heard all sorts of stories about the football players and hockey players along with all the other sports, each story was quite similar and always ended with a girl heart broken over a one night stand that she thought would become more.
after hearing all the stories you made two rules for yourself; rule one: don’t get involved with any players and rule two: absolutely do not develop a crush on a player.
after you got a job as the briar hockeys media manager, you knew your rules would be easier to follow and you would have to follow them either way to remain professional. you thought working with hockey players would be simple, as long as everyone kept things professional. then there was john logan, who seemed determined to make that impossible.
john logan was charming, handsome and popular, which made him impossible for most girls to ignore. logan seemed to drew attention from girls everywhere he went. qualities like his came with a reputation, and logan’s was well known around campus. guys wanted to be him and girls talked about him. he wasn’t the type to settle down, preferring casual hookups and fleeting connections over serious relationships. and if there was one thing people knew about john logan, it was that he never stayed with one girl for long.
you’d learned long ago not to trust everything you heard around campus. people had once painted garrett graham as the last guy who’d ever settle down, yet he was now happily taken. unfortunately boys like john logan seemed to prove those rumours right.
you remember your first day of work like it was yesterday, mainly because john logan made quite the impression by trying his hardest to rile you up by flirting with you. logan was quite an attractive guy you would be lying if you said he wasn’t, but you’d never boost his ego that high by letting him know and professionalism too of course.
“you know,” logan said, flashing the smile that had probably worked on half the girls at Briar, “most people are a little friendlier when I introduce myself.”
you barely looked up from your laptop.
“most people probably want something from you.”
his grin widened. “and what if I just wanted to talk?”
“then I’d tell you to find someone else to talk to.”
for the first time, logan looked genuinely surprised.
“wow. you always this harsh?”
“only when hockey players interrupt my work.”
Instead of taking the hint, he leaned against the desk.
“good thing I’m persistent.”
you sighed. “and that’s supposed to be attractive?”
“usually.”
“well, today’s not your lucky day, logan.”
after that day logan had made it his mission to try and get an reaction out of you. it started with the playful flirting and remarks, to lingering smiles and longing stares, then always finding ways and excuses to be around you.
eventually his friends started picking up on his new behaviour. whenever they would see logan following you around they would make playful remarks, like calling him your shadow. eventually the playful remarks sparked a conversation, since then you and the boys had gotten close, you guys were friendly but also professional. you had lasted longer than any other media manager before causing you to become even closer than before, to the point you had formed a friendship with garrets girlfriend hannah aswell as deans girlfriend allie.
as your relationship grew even closer with the boys they began to be more protective over you, the team treated you like an ‘annoying little sister’ as dean would say.
you were standing near the boards during warmups, checking photos on your camera, when a guy approached.
“hey,” he said, offering you a smile. “you’re the team’s media manager, right?”
“that’s me.” you replied with a smile
“I’ve seen you around a lot. I was wondering if maybe I could get your number?”
you opened your mouth to answer, but a familiar voice beat you to it.
“her number?”
the guy turned.
john logan was suddenly standing beside you, hockey stick slung over one shoulder.
you’re surprised logan didn’t come earlier, not that it bothered you of course
“yeah,” the guy said cautiously.
logan stared at him for a second.
“why?”
you immediately pinched the bridge of your nose.
“logan.”
“what? I’m asking a question.”
the guy laughed nervously. “because I think she’s pretty.”
you diverted your attention from logan to the unnamed guy “thank you” you replied with a soft smile
logan’s jaw tightened.
was logan jealous?
“that’s your reason?”
“dude,” garrett said, appearing from seemingly nowhere. “you sound insane.”
“I’m just curious.”
“no, you’re being weird,” garrett corrected.
dean arrived next, taking one look at the situation and groaning.
“oh no.”
“he’s interrogating people again, isn’t he?”
“apparently.”
the poor guy looked ready to disappear.
then came tucker.
“what’s happening?”
“a civilian approached Y/N,” dean informed him.
tucker gasped dramatically.
“without permission?”
“tucker,” you warned.
“sorry. continue.”
by now, allie, hannah, and the rest of the girls were openly watching from nearby, trying not to laugh.
“guys, seriously,” you said.
“we’re serious,” logan replied.
“why?”
“because he’s flirting with you.”
the guy looked at logan.
“Is that a problem?”
“for you? potentially.”
garrett smacked logan upside the head.
“ow!”
“stop threatening innocent people.”
“I didn’t threaten him.”
“you literally said ‘potentially.’”
“that could mean anything.”
dean snorted.
“no it couldn’t.”
the guy looked increasingly concerned.
“you know what?” he said. “I think I’m gonna head out.”
“smart choice,” logan muttered.
“LOGAN.”
logan shrugged unapologetically while the guy quickly disappeared into the crowd.
at this rate you would be single forever.
the second he was gone, you turned to the team.
“you all need help.”
“maybe,” garrett admitted.
“definitely,” dean added.
“worth it,” tucker said.
logan didn’t even try to deny it.
“he was annoying.”
you stared at him.
“he said one sentence.”
“exactly. annoying.”
moments like this caused to you wonder if maybe logan had changed, maybe this all wasn’t a game to him anymore. not that it would better you had to stay professional either way. the more you thought about it the more you realised that it’s been a while since logan had actually had a one night stand let alone talk to a girl, you stopped hearing stories about him aswell.
your train of thoughts came to a stop after you had caught him with a girl. you were trying to find logan after you had been told to find him for a interview before practice, you had checked all his usual spots, you figured that maybe today he decided to wander off. you found him in one of the empty classrooms, and he was most certainly not alone. as soon as you walked through the door you see logan’s figure clearly and on his lap sat a blond girl. the sound off the door must’ve have frightened them as they quickly pulled away and froze as they saw you.
for a moment, nobody spoke.
“sorry,” you said quickly. “didn’t mean to interrupt.”
before logan could get a word out, you already left through the doors of the classroom .
later that afternoon, logan found you in the media room.
“you disappeared quite fast earlier.”
you kept your eyes on your laptop, not bothering to waste your time by looking up at his face.
“found what I needed.” you replied with a semi flat voice.
logan frowned at that, knowing normally you would’ve used this situation to make a joke.
instead, you’d barely looked at him all day, not a glance, not even in his direction .
“are you mad at me?”
the question finally pulling your eyes away from the laptops screen making you glance up.
“what?”
“you’ve been weird since earlier.”
you stared at him.
“logan i don’t have time for this”
you shook your head as you looked back down to your laptop screen.
“Y/N—”
“I’ve got work to do.”
logan stared at you for a long moment, waiting for you to look up, waiting for you to acknowledge him.
you didn’t.
eventually, he let out a frustrated sigh.
“Fine.”
the word sounded sharper than he intended.
not even a second later you heard the door open and close behind him.
only then did you stop pretending to read the same sentence for the tenth time.
because the second he’d walked away, your chest felt a little heavier than before and you weren’t sure why
after that dreadful day you decided to keep that whole incident to yourself, if logan decided to share what happened to the boys, that’s all him.
a week had now passed, you successfully managed to avoid logan. you had decided to invite the girls to help you pack, completely forgetting about the mountain trip after the incident in the classroom, not sure why it bothered you as much as it did.
the trip was planned for team bonding and off-ice conditioning or whatever that meant, after all you were just the media manager.
as you make your way towards the bus you make sure the sit closer to the front, purposefully away from all the players, for professional reasons along with others. logan passes you as he makes his way to the back, looking directly at you, you ignore his gaze, keeping you eyes glued to your phone pretending to read something important. for the rest and the drive you did some work and slept waiting for the hours to pay quicker.
you wake up just before the bus arrives at the place you and the team will be staying at, you quickly hurry out the bus before any of the boys notice. you follow the coaches to the front desk, collect your room key, and quickly make your way to your room. after relaxing for not even an hour you hear a knock on your door, you slowly get up to look through the peep hole you see dean, with a groan you open the door.
“don’t look too excited to see me.” dean says sarcastically.
“yes dean, how can i help you?” you reply back just as sarcastically.
before dean can reply, a familiar voice cuts him off.
tucker comes out basically from nowhere.
“get warm clothes on we’re going snowboarding.”
looking at dean and tucker with an annoyed look
you say no without even thinking, moving to close the door dean puts his foot out to stop the door from closing.
“come on y/n/n, you never wanna do stuff with us” dean pleads sounding like a whiny child
“yeah y/n/n pleaseeee, i promise it’ll be fun.”
with saying anything you stare at them wondering if you should just go else they’ll never stop pestering you, you sigh as they give me puppy dog eyes.
“fine but only for an hour.”
as soon as you agree they start cheering as if they had just won a grammy.
you get dressed and immediately go to the snowboarding station where you had said you would meet tucker and dean. as you’re about to reach them you see the whole team with them. you mentally groan wishing this was already over.
after you get kitted and given gear you spend a few minutes watching the boys effortlessly glide down the mountain before clipping your own board on and giving it a try.
watching the boys snowboard made it look easy. unfortunately, the moment you decided to try it yourself, you realized it wasn’t.
authors note: i’m so upset the rest didnt save, if your interested in a part 2 don’t stress it is already in the making. 🤗
heyy could you do a john lohan x gf reader where like she goes to his games and wears his number and all and she gets a temp tattoo of 22 on her back and shows him after the game when they’re celebrating
22 for you | john logan
john logan x reader!gf
summary: you have always been a supportive girlfriend. wearing your boyfriends jersey, attending every game, and defending him in every hockey debate. after a big win, logan discovers a surprise that’s meant just for him.
word count: 1,7k
warning: fluff, kissing
authors note: guys i’m not gonna lie im really enjoying writing for logan he is just such a cutie
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it all started after you and your best friends, hannah wells and allie hayes had watched one tree hill the morning before your boyfriends would play.
“wait, wait, wait,” allie sat up straighter on the couch. “I just had the funniest idea.”
you immediately groan, remembering the last time allie had a ‘funny idea’
“that’s never a good sign.” hannah said
“oh come on” turning to hannah while saying “hannah back me up on this”
“ y/n should get a fake tattoo of logan’s number.’”
“why?” hannah said with confusion written on her face, not quite sure where this was leading to.
“to see lover boys reaction, duh.” allie said
the entire room went silent for a second.
before you could tell allie it was a stupid, hannah started backing up allies plan
“wait, that’s actually hilarious.’”
“seriously hannah.” you say staring at her with a fake offended look
“y/n, please do it.” allie said while looking at you with a pleading look
you looked at your friends like they’d both collectively lost their minds.
“you want me to pretend I got a tattoo?”
“yes.”
“of logan’s number?”
“exactly”
“you people need hobbies.”
“no, seriously,” allie laughed. “don’t tell him it’s fake. just walk up and be like, ‘surprise!’”
“he’d have a heart attack.” hannah said
“exactly”
you tried not to smile, because unfortunately they weren’t wrong. you could practically picture logan looking at the tattoo trying to figure out why just happened.
trying to hide your smile from the girls and failing miserably. allie starts shaking hannah while saying “she’s going to do it”
“guys, he’d freak out.”
“in a good way or a bad way?” hannah questions
“both.”
the two girls burst into laughter.
“he’d be so proud of himself.”
“that’s what I’m saying!” allie pointed dramatically. “his ego would grow three sizes.”
“he’d tell every single teammate.” hannah said agreeing with allie
“immediately.”
“dean would never let me live it down.”
“which makes this even better.”
you buried your face in a pillow.
this was such a terrible idea.
a terrible, hilarious idea.
“okay,” you mumbled giving in.
the room exploded.
“WAIT, REALLY?” the girls said collectively.
“only if one of you buys the tattoo.”
the cheering got even louder.
“logan is about to have the best and worst day of his life.” allie said while she and hannah pulled out their phones looking for somewhere they could find the temporary tattoo.
“okay movement of truth” hannah says while slowly removing the film of the tattoo, while allie nervously stands looking over her shoulder.
as she removes the film, allie gasps.
“oh my go-”
“stop allie what”
“it looks so good”
hannah takes her phone out to take a picture of the tattoo to show you, as she’s doing so you she starts agreeing with allie
“it does, and it looks so real too”
she shows you the picture and a cheesy smile starts forming on your face.
“guys why do i kind of love it?”
the girls start cheering, ending the cheer with a high-five.
“maybe you should get a real one” allie says excitedly
you smirk at her while saying “depends on his reaction”
you guys get ready to go, late as always but this time you guys actually have an excuse.
not that you could tell them
watching logan on the ice never got old. everything seemed effortless when he played. the speed, the confidence, the way he weaved through defenders as though they weren’t even there. sometimes you found yourself forgetting to breathe whenever he had the puck.
the boys were on fire tonight, finishing the game with a win and a huge score difference. a win for the briar boys always meant a huge party afterwards at the hockey house.
you, hannah and allie wait for the boys after the game to congratulate them. starting obviously with your boyfriends and moving on to your friends.
you see logan walk out the changing rooms. he always looked so good after games and practices, cheeks flushed, wet hair, you just loved it.
he makes his way towards you with a grin.
“hey”
before you could say hey back he cuts you off with a soft kiss to your lips. between kisses you congratulate him, praising him for how good he played.
he pulls away halfway to kiss your forehead then pulls away completely.
“thank you baby.”
logan’s hand found your waist, pulling her a little closer. what started as a quick kiss quickly turned into something more, neither of them eager to pull away. resting his hand on your lower back not realising what was hiding underneath. every time you broke apart for a breath, you found yourselves leaning right back in, unable to stop smiling.
eventually getting cut off as dean knocks his hockey stick against logans leg.
“come on guys, party tonight” he says excitedly.
the party was in full swing but you had spent the last twenty minutes avoiding logan.
which, unfortunately, only seemed to make him more determined.
“there you are.”
you groaned as logan appeared beside you.
“i’ve been looking for you.”
“really, i’ve just been with the girls.” you say trying to convince him he was just imagining it
his eyes narrowed.
“why are you being weird?”
“I’m not.”
“you are.”
across the room, hannah and allie exchanged looks.
you pointedly ignored them.
logan crossed his arms.
“what are they smiling about?”
“nothing.”
“what are you hiding?”
“nothing.”
his eyebrows shot up.
“you’re definitely hiding something.”before you could stop yourself, you glanced toward hannah and allie.
mistake.
a huge mistake.
because now logan looked even more suspicious.
“y/n.”
she sighed.
“fine.”
you grabbed the bottom of his shirt pulling him behind you and dragging him close to his room.
out of the corner of your eye you can see hannah and allie trailing behind you giggling as they do so.
“then what’s going on?”
for a moment, you considered dragging this out longer.
then you remembered hannah and allie were probably lurking trying to eavesdrop.
“gfine.”
logan waited.
you set down your drink.
then you began to lift your shirt just enough to reveal his number on your body.
for a second, logan just stared.
then he blinked.
looked at the tattoo.
looked at you.
looked back at the tattoo.
“is that…”
his mouth fell open.
“no way.”
you immediately started laughing.
“omg, your face.”
“Y/N!”
from behind a wall came the sound of hannah and allie losing their minds.
“we knew he’d react like that!”
logan pointed toward them.
“they knew about this?”
“maybe.”
“i knew it”
his gaze returned to the tattoo.
“you put my number on you?”
“It’s fake.”
“I don’t care!”
his grin was impossible to miss.
somehow, that only made you laugh harder.
because you friends had been right.
his reaction was absolutely worth it.
he pulls you to him, your waists touching.
“i actually liked it” he said while staring at your lips slowly leaning in with a smirk just before he could close the gap hes cut off by hannah and allie.
“right, that’s our cue to leave”
“yeah we’re just gonna go”
as they leave you and logan break out in giggles, he gently grabs your face pulling you in for a soft kiss. the kiss going from soft and sweet to more passionate.
it felt as if he was your oxygen
after a few minutes, your lips bruised, each breath coming out shaky your chest rising too fast to calm down, your cheeks flushed, logans hair slightly messy from your hands in it, his eyes half-lidded, dazed if this was his reaction to a temporary tattoo, how would he react to a real one
you guys made your way back to your friends, immediately when you get to them dean is practically floating after hearing about this tattoo
“alright let’s see it.” deans says enthusiastically like you were about to show him your first born
“wait.”
dean held up his hand after seeing the tattoo
“hou’re telling me,” he said slowly, his eyes moving between you and logan, “that she got your number tattooed on her?”
“It’s fake,” you immediately said.
dean ignores you and carries on.
“that’s not the point.”
“It’s literally the entire point.”
dean turns to logan and immediately starts to interrogate him.
“did you cry?”
logan immediately dismissing that while looking offended
“I didn’t cry.”
“you look like you cried.”
“I didn’t cry.”
dean pointed dramatically.
“see? that is literally exactly what someone who cried would say.”
“shut up.”
“no, because I need to know.”
dean stepped closer.
“when you saw it, did wedding bells start playing in your head?”
logan groaned.
“dean.”
“logan i am being so serious right now.”
“well dean i amnot having this conversation.”
dean gasped.
“omg.”
“what?”
“you totally imagined your future together, are you guys having kids together, no wait what’s the colour scheme for the wedding.”
“I hate you.”
“you did!”
logan buried his face in his hands.
across the room, garrett looked seconds away from falling off the couch laughing.
meanwhile, was just getting started.
“you know what this means, right?”
“no.”
“she’s officially your biggest fan.”
“she’s my girlfriend.”
“not anymore.”
logan looked up.
dean pointed towards you.
“that girl has got your jersey number tattooed on her body, come on logan”
you snorted.
“It was temporary.”
dean waved her off.
“details, immediately.”
then he looked back at logan.
“you’re never recovering from this.”
the grin spreading across logan’s face completely ruined any chance of arguing that.
dean immediately pointed.
“just look at him.”
“what about me”
“he’s smiling again.”
“am not.”
“he’s smiling.”
“am not.”
“he’s smiling at the tattoo.”
logan groaned.
dean leaned back triumphantly.
“best prank ever.”
“best prank ever,” hannah agreed.
“best prank ever,” allie echoed.
logan looked towards you.
unfortunately, the stupid smile returned instantly.
dean saw it.
and immediately started screaming.
authors note: guys if i’m being honest im not sure how i feel about this, love the idea but i think i could’ve done better. after he finds out about the tattoo, i wasn’t sure how to go on from there so i decided to throw dean in just to make it longer.
Ice skater reader x logan plsss
This ended up almost 2k...which was not planned
Summary: You broke up with Logan...but you want him back
You couldn’t stop the jealousy that simmered beneath your skin at the sight of the leggy blonde chatting up Logan. From behind the bar, you had a front-row seat to the entire thing. She was batting her lash extensions, laughing a little too hard at everything he said, and leaning across the table every chance she got. Every few minutes, she'd reach out to touch his arm or brush her hand against his shoulder like she couldn't help herself.
The worst part?
Logan was letting her.
‘’You look like you're about three seconds away from hopping over that bar and committing a felony,’’ Allie said, sliding beside you with a tray tucked beneath her arm.
You tore your eyes away from them.
‘’I might,’’ you admitted. ‘’I hate puck bunnies. She makes me want to throw a gum in her hair.’’
Bed on Fire | John Logan x Fem!Reader [chapter five]
Summary: No one knew about John Logan’s crush on Hannah Wells except for Y/N L/N, because every time she was looking at him, he was looking at her.
Read the previous part here.
Pairings: John Logan x Fem!Reader
With mentions of Garrett Graham x Hannah Wells and Dean Di Laurentis x Allie Hayes
A/N: I took a bit longer to write this part. For one, because it's the conclusion of Act 1. Welcome to the roller coaster, baby. I included a couple of parts that were important to set up for later, as well as to perfectly display everyone's feelings and emotions. Also, finally figured out how to properly stylize an em dash lmao. Still struggling with showing, not telling, but practice makes perfect. Hopefully.
Again, thank you so much for all the support. I hope this chapter was worth the wait.
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Voicemail | D Di Laurentis
summary: allie finds out why dean is the way he is, and why he wasn’t always this way.
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Allie first notices it three weeks into whatever this thing with Dean becomes.
Not dating. Dean very specifically avoids that word.
But he sleeps in her bed more often than not, steals her food, complains when she doesn’t text him back fast enough, and looks at her sometimes like she’s something precious.
The weird part is the phone calls.
At first she thinks nothing of it.
Dean’s social. Dean’s always texting somebody.
But then she starts noticing patterns.
Baby Doll {Dean Di Laurentis x reader}
Possible Part 1?
Summary: You were walking into the hockey house with your friends, Hannah and Allie. Your brother, Garrett Graham, lived here with his teammates and friends. John Tucker, John Logan and Dean Di Laurentis. You all attend Briar University (Briar U). The guys had won a game tonight, which meant that it was party time at the house, the house was packed with people. More specifically, Puck Bunnies.
Warnings: Phil Graham (not in this part), anxiety/panic attacks mentioned, sex
Dean Di Laurentis. The biggest man-whore of Briar U. His carefree and funny persona and his cocky attitude got him all the girls he wanted. Obviously, his looks didn’t hurt to look at either. He was 6’5 with gorgeous blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Being Garrett’s sister, Dean has always tried to get to you. He flirts with you every chance he gets. But Dean is never serious about anyone. He always says he doesn’t do relationships. Not that you care.
You and the girls walk into the kitchen where the guys were. Hannah was Graham’s girlfriend, which meant she went right to him. You look down at your clothes, feeling a bout of self-consciousness. Allie had lent you her red corset top tonight, saying “You haven’t been out since…” She stops, “You should look hot!”
You feel a presence next to you and don’t have to look up to know who it is.
“Hello Dean.” You say with an annoyed tone to your voice.
His signature smirk spreads across his face as he leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest-showing off those broad shoulders that made most girls swoon.
“Miss me already, baby doll?” His voice is low, teasing, as his blue eyes drag slowly down to the red top and your exposed cleavage, then back up. “Because I noticed you the second you walked in here.”
You scoff. “Huh really? Because I didn’t notice you at all.” You say sarcastically.
He lets out a low, deep chuckle, clearly enjoying the sarcasm. He shifts closer, his tall frame looming over you, effectively trapping you against the counter with his arms caging you in.
“Liar.” He murmurs the word, his voice dropping an octave as he looks down at you. “You always know exactly where I am, baby doll.”
You avoid his eyes, you always do. You feel your heart beating faster. You push on his chest to get him to move.
“Unfortunately for you it’s because you’re fucking everywhere.” You scoff again.
His hand catches your wrist mid-push, his thumb tracing slow circles over your pulse point-feeling how fast it’s racing. He doesn’t move an inch, just leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.
“Keep telling yourself that, baby doll.” He murmurs, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. “But that little heartbeat under my thumb says otherwise.”
Before you could justify yourself, you hear;
“Hey! Dean! I told you to stop hitting on my sister!” Garrett appears next to you guys.
Dean’s smirk doesn’t even falter, he just keeps his eyes locked on you, thumb still pressed to your racing pulse. “Can’t help it, man. She comes into my house, wearing that,” he gestures lazily at your top with his free hand, “What am I supposed to do?”
“Jesus Christ.” Garrett groans, rubbing his face. “Just…leave her alone, okay? Off limits, Di Laurentis.” He says half joking, half dead serious.
Dean finally let’s go of your wrist, but not before brushing his thumb one last teasing time over your pulse. He steps back, hands raising in surrender, but his smirk is still firmly in place. “Off limits, got it, captain.” He winks at you over Garrett’s shoulder. “For now.”
Garrett gives you a sympathetic look before being pulled away by Hannah.
You roll your eyes, looking around the room to see if you could spot Allie but low and behold, she’s nowhere to be seen.
Of course she’s gone, why am I surprised?
The second she saw Logan or Tucker; she’d vanish into the crowd. Dean watches you scan the room, then steps back into your personal space when he sees you’re alone again.
“Lost your protectors, baby doll?” He grabs two beers from the fridge, twists one open, and hands it to you without asking. “Don’t look so panicked.”
You eye the beer bottle in his outstretched hand, feeling anxiety bubble up your chest.
“I-I don’t drink at parties’ thanks.” You ignore the beer and push down the memories.
Dean doesn’t press you about the beer, but his eyes stay locked on you like he’s trying to figure out the puzzle. The music pounds through the house and through bodies that were grinding against each other on the makeshift dance floor. He watches you shift uncomfortably, clearly out of your element.
“You look miserable, baby doll.” He finally says, voice low and close. “Want me to take you somewhere quieter?”
You nod subconsciously, not even realising what he said apart from the words “somewhere quieter.”
Dean grabs your head, silently asking for your consent, you squeeze his hand and he immediately weaves you through the crowded house. His grip is firm and warm, surprisingly gentle. He leads you upstairs, past the chaos, to a quiet bedroom at the end of the hall. He closes the door behind you, muting the noise from downstairs.
You sigh in relief, feeling air enter back into your lungs finally.
He leans back against the closed door, watching you exhale like you’ve been holding your breath since you walked through the front door. The room is dim, lit only by a streetlamp outside the window. It’s quiet, finally.
“You looked like you were like five seconds away from a panic attack down there.” He observes softly, losing the cocky smirk for a genuine, concerned expression after you don’t reply. “You okay?”
You nod slowly. Shaking your hands out to rid you of the anxiety you feel.
He watches you shake your hands out, recognising the physical notion of someone trying to regulate their nerves. He stays by the door, giving you space, crossing his ankles casually. No flirting, no teasing. Just calm observation.
“Breathe, Baby doll.” He says quietly, his voice low and steady in the quiet room. “You’re safe up here. Nobody’s gonna bother you.”
“Except you.” You say with a light exhausted laugh, still shaking your hands out in front of you.
He actually laughs back at that remark, the sound surprisingly warm and genuine. “Fair point. But you know I’m not gonna bother you like the other assholes down there.” He pushes off the door, moving slowly like he’s approaching a skittish animal.
You show a genuine smile. You notice that this was his room, just by the smell, his smell you knew all too well.
You suddenly remember where you were and who you were with. “I-I’m sorry I’m okay I promise, I’ll just go back to Bristol House.” You turn rapidly.
He stops you, “Whoa, whoa.” He holds up his hands in surrender. “No need to apologise and you’re not going back out there right now.” He moves closer but doesn’t crowd you. “You were shaking like a leaf down there, baby doll. Just…stay here for a minute.”
You relax at his words, “Okay.” You say quietly.
He nods, satisfied with your agreement. He notices you holding your arms over your chest self-consciously. So, he walks over to his dresser and grabs a hoodie, tossing it to you gently. “Here.” He watches as you catch it awkwardly, still trying to shake off the last remnants of your anxiety.
You tug it over your head and pull it over your body. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent, forgetting that he was right there watching.
You open your eyes and find him smirking at you. You blush a deep red and stop your inhale. “Uh thank you.”
His smirk softens into something almost tender, and for once there’s no teasing in his eyes. “Did you just smell my hoodie?” He asks, voice low with amusement rather than mockery. He steps closer, not threateningly, just… curiously. “That’s fucking adorable, baby doll.”
You feel heat pool in the bottom of your stomach at him calling you ‘baby doll’ again.
“Okay I should go, thank you for this but I have a lecture early tomorrow so uh, tell my brother I said bye?” You don’t wait for him to respond and swiftly exit his room, making your way down the stairs and out the front door before anyone notices, you get on your bike and ride back to Bristol House.
Dean watches you go, a small smile playing on his lips. He doesn’t bother chasing after you, knowing it would just freak you out more. Instead, he leans against the door frame, watching your figure disappear into the darkness as you ride away.
I hope you enjoyed this? I decided to write my own because where are all the off campus Dean fics at?? I'll do part 2 depending on how this part goes down...
when did you get hot?
when did you get hot -- d.di laurentis ---- as garrett graham's little sister you've known the hockey boys since you were in high school and now that youre in sophomore year of college you've decided to transfer to briar u. what the boys didn't know about you was that you had definitely grown up. word count: 3.3k playlist: -- when did you get hot by sabrina carpenter -- bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo -- bed chem by sabrina carpenter
Stealth
pairing: matt murdock x Black Widow!fem!reader
words: 3.5k
summary: Retired from your old life, you had comfortably settled down at Hell's Kitchen running a bookstore next to Nelson & Murdock. When your past comes knocking at your door again, you pray to god it doesn't affect your relationship with Matt.
warnings: cussing, lack of proofreading (rip), canon typical violence, it’s mostly action, fluff, and comedy
a/n: going through the matt drafts like my life depends on it lmaooooo enjoy <3