𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
⤷ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫
request -> Could you write something with John Logan dating reader who's first language isn't English, so she has an accent?
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The hockey is in its usual state of unfiltered chaos, the bass from the music vibrates the whole house and shakes the half-filled red solo cups on the counter. The living room has turned into a makeshift dance floor where various people are bumping and grinding to a classic rock song that Garrett put on.
People are walking all throughout the house, loitering in the kitchen, the bathrooms and outside where the bonfire is. You and Logan are currently occupying one of the lawn chairs outside. You are sitting in his lap with your arms resting around his shoulders and your forehead resting against Logan’s temple.
His arms are wrapped around your waist, one of his hands holding your drink for you. He is in a deep conversation with Simms, Briar U’s goalie from Czech. You’re half paying attention to their conversation, they’re talking about hockey. Shocker. Something about Logan’s goal in the last game and how Simms save percentage is better than some NHL goalie stats. “Kenny! I’m tellin’ ya man you’re gonna be insane in the league! I mean that block the other day was crazy and-”
“Bylo to v pořádku.”
Logan stops mid sentence, his eyes widening slightly as the Czech words slip past Simms mouth. “What?” Logan asks, “Kenny, you know I don’t speak Czech.” You lift your head from where it was resting to look over at Simms, “He said ‘Bylo to v pořádku’ which means ‘it was okay’.” Logan turns to face you, his mouth dropping its slightly surprised look to form a small smile, one that shows utter adoration. “God you’re so sexy.” Logan leans in and gives you a small peck on your lips before leaning back and muttering “That damn accent…god baby I fucking love it.” Logan leans back in and captures your lips with his, cupping your face with his free hand and pulling you so that you’re flush against him.
“I’m just gonna go get a drink.” Simms awkwardly says, before shuffling past you both, his words and actions fall onto deaf ears. “Honzí zkurvysyni.” He mumbles under his breath.
“Say something. Anything. Please, I wanna hear you.” Logan begs into your ear, softly nibbling at your earlobe. You lean in, brushing your nose against his as you softly whisper “Miluji tě.” before kissing Logan deeply, tasting the reminiscences of mint and cheap bear on his lips. “Again.” Logan begs. “Miluji tě.” Logan practically shivers at your words, his heart is beating at what feels like a million miles per minute. “Fuck.” he shudders, “Lets go upstairs so that your sexy ass accent only falls onto my ears.”
You give him one last kiss before standing up from his lap, grabbing your forgotten drink that is still in Logan’s hand and finishing off the last sip of your beer. “Veďte cestu.” Logan stops and looks at you with a fond smile on his face, taking a step closer to you so that you’re toe to toe, his big hands cup your face and tilt you head up, “If there weren’t all these people out here I’d show you just how much I love your voice, right here, right now.”
You blush at his words, your knees weakening at his words. “I love you,” you say, your accent slightly changing the sound of a few words. Logan kisses you once more before sweeping you off your feet, literally, and starts walking you towards his room where he vows to make the rest of your night a series of pleasure, begging and Czech words whispered into the night.
