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part 5 ~ welcome back

collection masterlist

{ A/N- slowly getting out of the slump ive been in and ik its bad but i keep comparing my stuff to other amazing smau's that i adore and i need to stop 😭 }

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john logan x fem!reader

blurb: pt. 2 to uptown girl. john logan did not anticipate the spoiling he’d receive when he started dating a rich girl and the boys are suspicious about it

warnings: fluff, slightly ditzy rich girl!reader, featuring the hockey bros, crack, wholesome!!!

note: trying out a slightly diff layout so nervy

It only took a week into dating for Logan to learn that gift giving was your love language.

The only problem was that Logan wasn’t so fluent in this language in the same way that you so obviously were, despite being together for a month now.

“Guess who?”

Logan did not need to guess at all. Nobody else would come up to him and cover his eyes from behind and chirp that question in such a sweet tone.

blurb: a rich uptown girl with car issues keeps visiting the small garage off the highway where the owner’s super hot son works.

warnings: fem!reader, fluff, lowk ditzy!reader but not really, yummy mechanic!logan.

note: pt. 2 here

Logan heard you before he saw you.

He memorized the sound of those heels clicking against the rough pavement like a second heartbeat. After all, not many girls around this side of town wore vintage Prada pumps to an off-highway garage.

And even if they did, they most certainly did not own a BMW 6er f12 convertible.

'you're the girl in garretts lockscreen' ! garrett graham x childhoodbestfriend!reader

summary .ᐟ you finally meet visit the off campus house and meet garrett's friends, but not in the way either of you imagined.

notes .ᐟ maybe cringe??? idk...

"You're not waiting outside. End of"

His words were stern as he said them, not harsh, no, never harsh when it came to you, but his tone gave no room for discussion.

"G, Please. I'll be fine" You cringed at the slight whine that echoed through your words, pleading to your best friend in front of you

"No"

"Garrett!"

"No."

The lock to the off campus house clicked as his words echoed in your ears, Garrett's hand tight on the doorknob as he pushed it open. The warmth of his shared house flowed out, contrasting sharply with the biting cold of the winter weather outside.

"Get in, it's fucking freezing. You're gonna catch a cold" He sighed, tilting his head towards the door as he turned to you.

He rolled his eyes as you made no effort to move, as stubborn as you had been since elementary school. Garrett watched as you tried your best not to shiver, the cold nipping at your cheeks.

His hand swiftly came down around you, softly resting on the small of your back as he basically pushed you inside.

You hated how much you liked the warmth of the house, the multiple layers of clothes you had thrown on yourself like armour now seeming unnecessary.

Scanning the inside of the house, your eyes drifted slowly over the entrance. It looked exactly like you had imagined. Red solo cups and beer bottles resting on the coffee table, pillows haphazardly strewn across the sofa, a led lit air hockey table standing out against the dark wood floors resting next to a keg.

Your eyes almost rolled out of your head at how predictable it was.

"Happy now?" Garrett teased, closing the door behind him and placing his keys down. "No" You quipped back almost instantly

When you woke up this morning, the last place you pictured yourself was standing in the living room of the house Garrett shared with his 3 friends.

Garrett had waited for you outside your mid-day class, pulling you sideways the second you walked out of the lecture hall like some stalker waiting for his victim.

You let out a gasp as he pulled you into the corner of the hallway, grinning down at you like he hadn't just manhandled you into him. You listened to him drone on and on about hockey and practice, clearly where he had just come from, his dark curls still damp against his forehead as they swayed and his skin sticky from sweat.

It was only when you were dragged up the steps of his house that you realised grabbing lunch apparently meant needing to go home first. A detail Garrett had somehow failed to mention.

Despite being on campus for a few weeks now, you hadn't yet payed a visit to his humble abode. But that was not due to lack of him trying.

Ever since arriving at Briar, he badgered you constantly about coming over to his place, wanting to be in the solace of his room alone with you since you had banned him from staying in your dorm out of worry of making your freshly new roommate uncomfortable with his presence.

It's not that you didn't want to be with Garrett. Never that.

But you would be lying if you said you weren't slightly intimidated by the prospect of meeting his fellow hockey player roomates.

You wouldn't say you were a shy girl, per say, but you had heard whispers around campus of Garrett and his friends constantly since the semester started.

Whispers that clearly indicated that they were far, far from nobodies.

If you hadn't known Garrett since you were practically in diapers, you'd probably be scared shitless of him the most out of all of them.

Garrett didn't mean to trick you into coming over to his house that day. Well, at least not really.

He did truthfully want to grab lunch with you. Just after he showered, changed, and hopefully coaxed you into napping with him.

"Baby, they aren't home. Won't be for a while, don't worry." Garrett whispered into your ear, his minty breath warm against your neck as he dipped his head down behind you. Referencing to the fact his roomates were out discussing plays for their next hockey game with the new rookies, a meetup Garrett was glad he missed out on the planning of.

They may have still asked him to come. Multiple times. He may have declined. Multiple times.

"I'm not worried" You replied, almost too quickly.

He raised his eyebrows at your comment, clearly as convinced as you were by your own words. Which wasn't at all.

"Cmon" Garrett said as he began grabbing your hand before leading towards the staircase.

If you weren't so distracted looking around at his house and dissecting every detail of your new environment, you'd have asked where he was taking you.

However, your non-existent question was answered as he led you through a hallway and into a room.

His room.

You could tell as soon as you entered.

It had Garrett Graham written all over it. Well, literally. The street sign detailed with his name being the same one you had seen in his room from home.

It smelled like him too. Cologne, aftershave and mint.

Of course, it was clean. Bed made perfectly, desk neat, light filtering through his mahogany brown blinds.

A white picture frame stood out against the cool greys and browns hues of his decor, hand painted hearts littering the frame. You remember painting that him years ago, before he left for college. Assuming he was going to fill it with a photo of his friends or high school hockey team, you left the insert blank.

But instead, the picture that lay inside the glass, was you.

You remember the day it was taken. Garrett was fiddling around with your digital camera, promising he wasn't going to break it. He turned the camera around so it was facing the both of you, reaching his hands out and snapping a selfie of you both as he kissed you on the cheek.

As you looked around the room, the door clicked behind you, Garrett immediately taking the chance to wrap his hands around your waist while he stood behind you.

You immediately pulled away, looking back at him with mock disgust.

"You're sweaty" You declared, regarding the fact he had just came back from hockey practice.

"You can't even feel me!" He exclaimed, gesturing to the multitude of layers you had on due to the cold. "Yeah, but i can smell you" You quipped, even though he somehow didn't smell as bad as he should from skating around in a rink all day.

"Ok, rude. I'm gonna go shower then. Happy?" Garrett asked, sarcastic in his tone as he shrugged off his hoodie.

"No, you said you just needed to grab something quickly before we get lunch" You accused, watching as he walked over to his dresser.

"Well, you've made me insecure now" He stated, turning around to look back at you.

"No i haven't. You are never insecure."

"You're right. I'm not" Your breath hitched as he pulled his black shirt over his head, leaving him shirtless a few feet away from you, a bright grin on his face.

It wasn't the first time you had seen Garrett shirtless. Probably not even the hundredth. But it never didn't make you feel giddy inside, especially since his skin was glistening as the fractured light shone into his room.

"Now, can you stop standing there like a deer in the headlights and sit down or something" He joked, the fact that you were still standing right in front of his door reminding you that you hadn't moved since you had entered.

Suddenly, it dawned on you.

"You planned this whole thing didn't you? You didn't need to just grab something, did you?" You accused, wagging your finger in his face as you approached him.

His face then shifted to one struck with mock guilt, teasing. "I'm guilty. Take me away officer. Make it quick, please." Reaching his hands up as if he were about to get handcuffed.

"You're not funny," You replied

"I'm pretty funny"

You rolled your eyes as you made your way to his bed, sitting down on the soft comforter. "Hurry up" You said, placing your book bag onto his floor.

"What, don't wanna join me?" Garrett asked, only him knowing he meant the idea of you showering with him as a little more than a joke.

You ignored his question, facepalming as you groaned.

You heard him laugh across the room, his footsteps echoing towards his bed where you were sat. Your eyes raised, watching Garrett as he approached, clad only in his grey sweatpants.

"I'll be just a minute, bathroom is down the hall. Call out if you need me" You nodded softly at him, his constant need to make sure you're okay apparent in his sincere words.

He gleamed at your nod, reaching down to hold the back of your head softly as he kissed you on the forehead. "Atta girl"

You really tried not to watch him walk away. But the phrase often muttered by your roommate 'hate to see him go, love to watch him leave' echoed annoyingly in your head

The prominent muscles of his back rippled as he reached for the doorknob, his gold chain gleaming as it rested above his tattoo, every movement creating a tidal wave of muscle and strength.

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding as you heard the door close after he had left the room.

The heat from what you were hoping was the warmth of his room and not that interaction began creeping up your spine, causing you to pull off all the layers it took until you were left only in your long sleeve shirt.

As you stood alone in his room, you felt yourself drift over to the photo frame you had been staring at earlier. A smile creeping onto your face before you could register it as you slowly picked up the frame.

You can't believe he had a photo of you framed in his room, standing proudly on his bedside table.

It was only then you began to notice the small reminders of you in his bedroom. A note you had wrote him in middle school you had completely forgotten about tacked onto his wall, a candle sat on his dresser that he always told you smelled just like your perfume, the soft pink blanket you had left in his car months ago thrown over the back of his chair.

The soft chirping of birds outside his window sang in your ears, your head turning to watch as they danced through the branches of the trees. You found yourself smiling at their actions, flying in the air joyful and utterly free.

"G, I'm gonna fuckin kill you for bailing. Those rookies are fucking insufferab-"

Your neck almost broke by how swiftly you turned it, shock and genuine horror struck across your features.

Stood in Garrett's door was a tall blonde, his jaw slack to the floor and looking just as shocked as you were. Your eyes swiftly scanned his frame, a Briar hockey hoodie resting on his body and his hand outstretched to the door knob he had just rattled open.

"Sorry, sorry! Fuck." The boy cursed, his face now painted with guilt as he cringed at himself.

You nearly jumped as he went to slam the door closed, interrupting his movements. "No, no. It's ok. I'm just waiting for Garrett to shower" You explained, walking a few feet closer to the door.

The boy's eyebrows raised at your words, before a look of recognition struck wildly through his face.

"You're her!" He practically shouted, removing his hand from the doorknob to point at you.

You almost jumped at the volume of his voice, confusion washing through you. "Her?" You quizzed

"Yes! You're the girl in Garrett's lockscreen!" He started, what seemed to be excitement lighting up his expression, moving his finger to point to the picture frame on Garrett's bedside table "And the photo, You're her!"

Before you could even conjure up anytime of response to his words, another voice cut through the air

"Dean, bro, what the fuck are you screaming about?" Another boy said, showing up behind the blonde.

"Oh my god" The brunette exclaimed, clearly recognising you as well the second his eyes drifted to you, now standing feeling embarrassingly awkward as you stood in Garrett's room.

"Garrett talks about you all the fucking time, since we've known him. I cannot believe we are finally meeting you" The blonde said, tumbling into the room and wrapping you into a hug, eliciting a laugh from you that finally made you feel the tiniest bit less horrified by the situation.

"Tucker! Bro! Come here!" The brunette behind the boy shouted, smiling as he followed behind the blonde into the room.

At that same moment, steam rolled out from the bathroom door, Garrett's curls tight and dark from the water as he ran his hand through his hair, his body now clad in a dark grey teeshirt and black sweatpants.

Due to the sound of the water cascading from the shower head, the shouts of his roommates hadn't cut echoed through the noise, leaving him completely oblivious to the scene unravelling in his own bedroom.

So, he was utterly horrified as he watched the doorframe of his room now swung completely open and Dean's voiced echoing through the hallway from his bedroom.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Garrett's voice sliced sharply through the air, his eyes set on the fact that Dean had his arms wrapped tightly around you, fucking hugging you.

Dean jumped as he heard Garrett's voice, turning to find him standing in the door of his room.

"Uh, hugging my new best-friend?" Dean said as if it were obvious, his voice contradicted by the fact he was slowly backing away from you at the sight of his friend's less than happy expression.

As if you weren't overstimulated enough, steps began bounding into down the hallway, gradually getting louder as they reached Garrett's room.

"What! What did i miss?" Tucker exclaimed, out of breath from running up the stairs from the kitchen with a deep fear of fomo.

His face mimicked Dean's exact expression as he noticed you, his jaw dropping in the same shocked way before he shouted

what baking can do smau <3

rabbot x samira’s roommate!fem!reader

part eight | part ten

cw: angstyyyyy; reader is crashing out; wise trinity

summary: you are samira’s roommate and a baker! what happens when you start to fall for her married bosses jack abbot and michael robinavitch?

a/n: TAGLIST IS CLOSED!!

part nine: stress baking

summary - reader is at the party and almost immediately gets into a fight with tucker. ₊˚⊹ᰔ

contents - black!fem!reader, suggestiveness, use of y/n, swearing, crack. reader uses she/her pronouns.

taglist - open!

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wc: 1.9k

You walk into the hockey house with Hannah and Allie. As soon as you walk in you almost regret it immediately. You’ve had what feels like the longest day ever and now you’re here to stand around and party for a few hours. You’d much rather be in your bed right now, sleeping.

Don’t be mistaken, you love yourself a good party. You loved everything about it, the dancing and getting to have fun with your friends. You’re a very social person and love talking to people. But it gets tiring at some point.

“Look who made it.” Logan says as he sees you making your way into the house.

“Shut up.” You smile at him.

“What? I’m just happy to see you.” He defends and engulfs you in a hug.

“I’m happy to see you too.” You roll your eyes trying to hide your smile.

“What? What was that? I didn’t quite catch that.” He teases you dramatically.

“I’m never being nice to you again.” You try walking away.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“I’ve just missed you.” He says, sincerely.

“Aw, Jonny. I’ve missed you too.”

You’re pretty much the only one who calls him by his first name. You’re the only one who can actually. You also think John is kind of boring, so you prefer to call him Jonny.

You and Logan have been friends since your freshman year in college. You first met him at a party and you both found each attractive. One thing led to another and you ended up making out. You both immediately realized that you had no chemistry whatsoever. Kissing him felt weird. You both agreed to just stay friends. You’ve remained best friends ever since.

“Why have you been so busy lately?” He asks leading you over to sit on the couch.

Allie and Hannah disappeared into the crowd, probably going to see their boyfriends.

“I don’t know, I’ve just been picking up extra shifts at Malone’s. School work has also been keeping me. But I’m here now, aren’t I?” You sit down on the couch and face him.

“Finally.” He sighs dramatically.

“I just have a question though.” He asks hesitantly.

“What is it?” You look at him skeptically.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You always ask me weird questions, Logan. I’m allowed to be skeptical.”

“I don’t ask you weird questions!” He says, defending himself whole heartedly.

You narrow your eyes at him, as if you’re asking him “Are you serious?”.

“Okay, fine! I might ask you weird questions but this one isn’t weird.” He caves.

“What is it then?” You let out a small laugh at his antics.

“Was there no other reason for me not seeing you?”

“What do you mean?”

“There was no particular person, that you could be avoiding?”

“Stop asking me stupid questions.” You try getting up put he grabs you and places you back on the couch.

“That was hot.” You admit.

You’re a very flirtatious person and both of you flirt with each other all the time. You thought maybe you could change the subject somehow. You hate talking about the man who shall not be named.

“Stop trying to change the subject.”

“Ugh, fine.” You give up.

“Why would I put myself in a situation with a person I hate? So, I try to not be where he is.” You shrug your shoulders.

“So you are avoiding him?” He smirks.

“Whatever, Logan.”

“Why can’t you guys just be civil? I miss you.” Logan asks.

He’s tired of having to hang out with you two separately.

You always miss out on group outings just because of Tucker. He’s never understood why you two hate each so much.

“I miss you too, Jonny. I just really can’t stand him.” You answer truthfully.

“I understand.”

His big brown eyes looked way too sad, you couldn’t deny him.

“I’ll stop avoiding hanging out with you guys. Okay?”

“Really? I didn’t think that would actually work.” He says with the biggest smile on his face.

“Oh? Well then I’ll just take it back.” You say sarcastically.

“No, no. Please don’t take it back.” Logan begs.

“I don’t know, I think I might.” You say teasingly.

You get up and aim for the kitchen.

“Nope, not happening.” He follows after you.

Little did the both of you know, there was a pair of eyes staring at the two of you the entire time.

“Dude, you’re gonna burn holes into their heads.” Dean says standing next to Tucker.

“What are you talking about?” Tucker tries to act nonchalant.

“You haven’t stopped staring since she got here.”

“Why is she even here?” He tries changing the subject.

“Because she’s our friend?” Dean says like it was obvious, because it was.

You’ve been friends with Logan for forever and got even closer to everyone when Hannah and Allie started dating Dean and Garrett. The only thing not being obvious is why you and Tucker hate each other.

“She’s definitely not my friend.” Tucker says, almost disgusted.

“Why do you even hate her so much?” Dean asks genuinely.

“She’s just- dude I don’t even wanna talk about her.” He cuts himself off.

One thing he’ll never admit is, he actually doesn’t know why he hates you so much. It’s just a feeling he’s always had, even if he can’t place it.

“Right.” Dean says simply, trying to hide is smirk.

“What?” Tucker asks annoyed.

“Nothing, nothing.” He denies.

Dean can sense that there’s something Tucker isn’t telling him. He doesn’t wanna confront him about it just yet.

“You’re weird.” Tucker shakes his head and tries walking out of the kitchen.

He “tries” because he accidentally bumps into someone. That someone being you. You were looking at Logan beside you, not realizing someone was in front of you. Tucker was looking behind him, at Dean. He also didn’t see that you were walking towards him. This means it was both of your faults, but neither of you are gonna admit that.

You feel a cold sticky substance coat your feet and skirt.

“Watch where you’re going, you dick!” You yell at him.

Not only did he bump into you, but he spilt alcohol all over your brand new heels!

“Watch where I’m going? You were the one that bumped into me.” He scoffs in disbelief.

“Yeah? Well, whose drink is all over my new heels? Yours! You spilt your disgusting drink all over me, so don’t tell me I’m the one bumping into you.” You fume.

You know that that necessarily doesn’t have to be true. You could’ve bumped into him and he could’ve still spilled his drink on you. That didn’t matter to you though, you were furious. Your legs and feet being sticky also causes your anger to grow immensely.

“Am I supposed to care?” He walks closer to you, trying to intimidate you.

“I don’t give a fuck about what you care about. But maybe try opening your eyes and using your brain for once, so you don’t spill disgusting beverages on people. I think that’ll help next time.“ You seethe. You move closer to him, not letting him intimidate you.

“Woah, amazing analysis, princess. But I don’t think I need your help.” He takes a step closer.

“Ew, don’t call me that. And trust me when I say you need help.” You say with a disgusted expression on your face.

“Yeah? So you can teach me how to follow you like a lost puppy like Logan does?” He smiles mockingly at you, taking the last step before your bodies are touching.

“Hey!” Logan chimes in.

He’s been standing beside you the entire time, watching the interaction in 4K.

“Sorry, dude.” Tucker apologizes.

“It’s okay.” Logan accepts the apology and pats him on the shoulder.

He goes over to stand next to Dean instead, who also has been watching the whole thing go down.

“Maybe that’s what you need. Because you certainly need to be put in your place.” You say with pure rage, as you cross your arms over your chest.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He smirks down at you.

“Stop being such a perv you idiot.” You punch his shoulder.

“What’s happening?” Logan whispers to Dean, slightly scared.

“I don’t know, but i think this is like foreplay for them or something.” Dean answers, looking at you both intently.

“Dude.” Logan slaps Deans head.

“What? It’s true. Who even talks like that?”

“I guess that’s true.” Logan comes to a realization.

“You’ve gonna punch a little harder if you wanna hurt me, darling.” Tucker says smugly.

“Yeah? You think you’re all that?” You punch his shoulder even harder.

“A little harder.” He teases you.

“I bet you’d like that, you perv.” You spat.

“You hitting me? No. Other women who are actually hot, hitting me? Yeah, I’d like that.” He says smugly. It’s almost like the mere thought of you disgusts him.

“That’s lovely, now enjoy your pervert fantasies. I have to go clean the shoes you ruined.” You say faking being polite.

“Don’t worry, I bet your daddy will buy you new ones, princess.” He says mockingly.

You don’t have any energy left fighting with him so just flip him off.

Logan follows after you as you walk up the stairs.

“Wait.” He says, wanting you to slow down.

“What.” You say, irritated.

You’re all sticky and annoyed right now, you don’t really wanna talk to anyone.

“Let’s go to my room, I’ll give you new clothes.”

“It’s fine, Logan.”

“No it’s not, you’re covered in alcohol.”

“Okay, fine.” You agree and walk into his room.

“Here” he hands over a sweater and a pair of sweatpants.

“Thank you, Logan.” You say and walk out of the room to go to the bathroom. You desperately need to wash away the alcohol on your legs.

You come back into Logan’s room in new clothes.

“Welcome back.”

You just sigh in response, you’re already tired and you’ve only been here for less than an hour.

Logan just chuckles at you.

You throw yourself on his bed beside him.

“I didn’t even get to get a drink.” You say dramatically.

“I know, you immediately got into trouble instead.”

“That wasn’t my fault. If he would’ve just watched where he was going we wouldn’t be here right now.” You say defensively.

“You should’ve done that too.” He says quietly.

“What?” You say, glaring at him.

“I mean, you kinda walked into him as well. You walked into each other.” He tries saying himself from your wrath.

“Don’t ever say stupid shit like that again.” You say, almost offended.

“I’m just saying!” He says putting his hands up and laughing.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes and laugh with him.

“The girls are probably mad at me right now though.” You realize.

“Why?”

“I promised them I’d dance and spend time with them today.” You say feeling guilty.

“They’ll be fine, they’re probably off with Dean and Garrett.” He reassures you.

“Yeah, but still.” You say feeling bad.

“It’s fine, you can dance with them at the next party. Now relax you’ve been through enough at this party.”

“You’re right.” You chuckle at his choice of words.

You feel your phone vibrate as you lay your head down, trying to relax like Logan told you.

“Speaking of the devil.” You say as you see Allie texting your group chat.

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a/n: reader and tuckers first interaction 😛😛 hope u like this so far!!! ily thank u for reading <333

taglist: @allluvdee @vikisvendetta @castellanverse

summary - reader is at the party and almost immediately gets into a fight with tucker. ₊˚⊹ᰔ

contents - black!fem!reader, suggestiveness, use of y/n, swearing, crack. reader uses she/her pronouns.

taglist - open!

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wc: 1.9k

You walk into the hockey house with Hannah and Allie. As soon as you walk in you almost regret it immediately. You’ve had what feels like the longest day ever and now you’re here to stand around and party for a few hours. You’d much rather be in your bed right now, sleeping.

Don’t be mistaken, you love yourself a good party. You loved everything about it, the dancing and getting to have fun with your friends. You’re a very social person and love talking to people. But it gets tiring at some point.

“Look who made it.” Logan says as he sees you making your way into the house.

“Shut up.” You smile at him.

“What? I’m just happy to see you.” He defends and engulfs you in a hug.

“I’m happy to see you too.” You roll your eyes trying to hide your smile.

“What? What was that? I didn’t quite catch that.” He teases you dramatically.

“I’m never being nice to you again.” You try walking away.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“I’ve just missed you.” He says, sincerely.

“Aw, Jonny. I’ve missed you too.”

You’re pretty much the only one who calls him by his first name. You’re the only one who can actually. You also think John is kind of boring, so you prefer to call him Jonny.

You and Logan have been friends since your freshman year in college. You first met him at a party and you both found each attractive. One thing led to another and you ended up making out. You both immediately realized that you had no chemistry whatsoever. Kissing him felt weird. You both agreed to just stay friends. You’ve remained best friends ever since.

“Why have you been so busy lately?” He asks leading you over to sit on the couch.

Allie and Hannah disappeared into the crowd, probably going to see their boyfriends.

“I don’t know, I’ve just been picking up extra shifts at Malone’s. School work has also been keeping me. But I’m here now, aren’t I?” You sit down on the couch and face him.

“Finally.” He sighs dramatically.

“I just have a question though.” He asks hesitantly.

“What is it?” You look at him skeptically.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You always ask me weird questions, Logan. I’m allowed to be skeptical.”

“I don’t ask you weird questions!” He says, defending himself whole heartedly.

You narrow your eyes at him, as if you’re asking him “Are you serious?”.

“Okay, fine! I might ask you weird questions but this one isn’t weird.” He caves.

“What is it then?” You let out a small laugh at his antics.

“Was there no other reason for me not seeing you?”

“What do you mean?”

“There was no particular person, that you could be avoiding?”

“Stop asking me stupid questions.” You try getting up put he grabs you and places you back on the couch.

“That was hot.” You admit.

You’re a very flirtatious person and both of you flirt with each other all the time. You thought maybe you could change the subject somehow. You hate talking about the man who shall not be named.

“Stop trying to change the subject.”

“Ugh, fine.” You give up.

“Why would I put myself in a situation with a person I hate? So, I try to not be where he is.” You shrug your shoulders.

“So you are avoiding him?” He smirks.

“Whatever, Logan.”

“Why can’t you guys just be civil? I miss you.” Logan asks.

He’s tired of having to hang out with you two separately.

You always miss out on group outings just because of Tucker. He’s never understood why you two hate each so much.

“I miss you too, Jonny. I just really can’t stand him.” You answer truthfully.

“I understand.”

His big brown eyes looked way too sad, you couldn’t deny him.

“I’ll stop avoiding hanging out with you guys. Okay?”

“Really? I didn’t think that would actually work.” He says with the biggest smile on his face.

“Oh? Well then I’ll just take it back.” You say sarcastically.

“No, no. Please don’t take it back.” Logan begs.

“I don’t know, I think I might.” You say teasingly.

You get up and aim for the kitchen.

“Nope, not happening.” He follows after you.

Little did the both of you know, there was a pair of eyes staring at the two of you the entire time.

“Dude, you’re gonna burn holes into their heads.” Dean says standing next to Tucker.

“What are you talking about?” Tucker tries to act nonchalant.

“You haven’t stopped staring since she got here.”

“Why is she even here?” He tries changing the subject.

“Because she’s our friend?” Dean says like it was obvious, because it was.

You’ve been friends with Logan for forever and got even closer to everyone when Hannah and Allie started dating Dean and Garrett. The only thing not being obvious is why you and Tucker hate each other.

“She’s definitely not my friend.” Tucker says, almost disgusted.

“Why do you even hate her so much?” Dean asks genuinely.

“She’s just- dude I don’t even wanna talk about her.” He cuts himself off.

One thing he’ll never admit is, he actually doesn’t know why he hates you so much. It’s just a feeling he’s always had, even if he can’t place it.

“Right.” Dean says simply, trying to hide is smirk.

“What?” Tucker asks annoyed.

“Nothing, nothing.” He denies.

Dean can sense that there’s something Tucker isn’t telling him. He doesn’t wanna confront him about it just yet.

“You’re weird.” Tucker shakes his head and tries walking out of the kitchen.

He “tries” because he accidentally bumps into someone. That someone being you. You were looking at Logan beside you, not realizing someone was in front of you. Tucker was looking behind him, at Dean. He also didn’t see that you were walking towards him. This means it was both of your faults, but neither of you are gonna admit that.

You feel a cold sticky substance coat your feet and skirt.

“Watch where you’re going, you dick!” You yell at him.

Not only did he bump into you, but he spilt alcohol all over your brand new heels!

“Watch where I’m going? You were the one that bumped into me.” He scoffs in disbelief.

“Yeah? Well, whose drink is all over my new heels? Yours! You spilt your disgusting drink all over me, so don’t tell me I’m the one bumping into you.” You fume.

You know that that necessarily doesn’t have to be true. You could’ve bumped into him and he could’ve still spilled his drink on you. That didn’t matter to you though, you were furious. Your legs and feet being sticky also causes your anger to grow immensely.

“Am I supposed to care?” He walks closer to you, trying to intimidate you.

“I don’t give a fuck about what you care about. But maybe try opening your eyes and using your brain for once, so you don’t spill disgusting beverages on people. I think that’ll help next time.“ You seethe. You move closer to him, not letting him intimidate you.

“Woah, amazing analysis, princess. But I don’t think I need your help.” He takes a step closer.

“Ew, don’t call me that. And trust me when I say you need help.” You say with a disgusted expression on your face.

“Yeah? So you can teach me how to follow you like a lost puppy like Logan does?” He smiles mockingly at you, taking the last step before your bodies are touching.

“Hey!” Logan chimes in.

He’s been standing beside you the entire time, watching the interaction in 4K.

“Sorry, dude.” Tucker apologizes.

“It’s okay.” Logan accepts the apology and pats him on the shoulder.

He goes over to stand next to Dean instead, who also has been watching the whole thing go down.

“Maybe that’s what you need. Because you certainly need to be put in your place.” You say with pure rage, as you cross your arms over your chest.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He smirks down at you.

“Stop being such a perv you idiot.” You punch his shoulder.

“What’s happening?” Logan whispers to Dean, slightly scared.

“I don’t know, but i think this is like foreplay for them or something.” Dean answers, looking at you both intently.

“Dude.” Logan slaps Deans head.

“What? It’s true. Who even talks like that?”

“I guess that’s true.” Logan comes to a realization.

“You’ve gonna punch a little harder if you wanna hurt me, darling.” Tucker says smugly.

“Yeah? You think you’re all that?” You punch his shoulder even harder.

“A little harder.” He teases you.

“I bet you’d like that, you perv.” You spat.

“You hitting me? No. Other women who are actually hot, hitting me? Yeah, I’d like that.” He says smugly. It’s almost like the mere thought of you disgusts him.

“That’s lovely, now enjoy your pervert fantasies. I have to go clean the shoes you ruined.” You say faking being polite.

“Don’t worry, I bet your daddy will buy you new ones, princess.” He says mockingly.

You don’t have any energy left fighting with him so just flip him off.

Logan follows after you as you walk up the stairs.

“Wait.” He says, wanting you to slow down.

“What.” You say, irritated.

You’re all sticky and annoyed right now, you don’t really wanna talk to anyone.

“Let’s go to my room, I’ll give you new clothes.”

“It’s fine, Logan.”

“No it’s not, you’re covered in alcohol.”

“Okay, fine.” You agree and walk into his room.

“Here” he hands over a sweater and a pair of sweatpants.

“Thank you, Logan.” You say and walk out of the room to go to the bathroom. You desperately need to wash away the alcohol on your legs.

You come back into Logan’s room in new clothes.

“Welcome back.”

You just sigh in response, you’re already tired and you’ve only been here for less than an hour.

Logan just chuckles at you.

You throw yourself on his bed beside him.

“I didn’t even get to get a drink.” You say dramatically.

“I know, you immediately got into trouble instead.”

“That wasn’t my fault. If he would’ve just watched where he was going we wouldn’t be here right now.” You say defensively.

“You should’ve done that too.” He says quietly.

“What?” You say, glaring at him.

“I mean, you kinda walked into him as well. You walked into each other.” He tries saying himself from your wrath.

“Don’t ever say stupid shit like that again.” You say, almost offended.

“I’m just saying!” He says putting his hands up and laughing.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes and laugh with him.

“The girls are probably mad at me right now though.” You realize.

“Why?”

“I promised them I’d dance and spend time with them today.” You say feeling guilty.

“They’ll be fine, they’re probably off with Dean and Garrett.” He reassures you.

“Yeah, but still.” You say feeling bad.

“It’s fine, you can dance with them at the next party. Now relax you’ve been through enough at this party.”

“You’re right.” You chuckle at his choice of words.

You feel your phone vibrate as you lay your head down, trying to relax like Logan told you.

“Speaking of the devil.” You say as you see Allie texting your group chat.

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a/n: reader and tuckers first interaction 😛😛 hope u like this so far!!! ily thank u for reading <333

taglist: @allluvdee @vikisvendetta @castellanverse

summary: the group is back together! it’s the same day as dennis’s birthday and reader accidentally sends a picture to the girls groupchat…

contents: blackfemreader but anyone can read it of course! reader uses sheher pronouns. cursing. suggestiveness. fluff. crack.

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a/n: we’re getting closer to the end :(((( I’m gonna miss dennis and reader sm 😞😞

taglist (closed): @babykhloutofthisworld @abschaffer2 @cassierins @aimmias-blog @pinkpantheris @peptox @harringtonsbowgirl @braincellfugitive @international-zigzagoon @maviscone @silovicbaird @letters2juliett @beths-shoelaces @alphabetically-deranged @cosmicneptune @elodieous @libbyqypu @ihyperfixatetoomuch @teenwolfbitches28 @beebop-uwu @caramel-taffy @uhmmjayla @axelpudim @whyxo @jovialsweetshottub @localsams @californ1asnow @momdancingtomcr @peachyfckingkeen @superlegend216 @antisirkbitch @preeyas-world @twilightnruin @girlnamedkash

summary: the group is back together! it’s the same day as dennis’s birthday and reader accidentally sends a picture to the girls groupchat…

contents: blackfemreader but anyone can read it of course! reader uses sheher pronouns. cursing. suggestiveness. fluff. crack.

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𓂃 𓈒𓏸🪷

a/n: we’re getting closer to the end :(((( I’m gonna miss dennis and reader sm 😞😞

taglist (closed): @babykhloutofthisworld @abschaffer2 @cassierins @aimmias-blog @pinkpantheris @peptox @harringtonsbowgirl @braincellfugitive @international-zigzagoon @maviscone @silovicbaird @letters2juliett @beths-shoelaces @alphabetically-deranged @cosmicneptune @elodieous @libbyqypu @ihyperfixatetoomuch @teenwolfbitches28 @beebop-uwu @caramel-taffy @uhmmjayla @axelpudim @whyxo @jovialsweetshottub @localsams @californ1asnow @momdancingtomcr @peachyfckingkeen @superlegend216 @antisirkbitch @preeyas-world @twilightnruin @girlnamedkash