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Nothing like you'd planned (J.Tucker)
(the goal off campus 4 spoilers ahead)
Pairings: John tucker x fem!reader
Summary: You find out Tucker got another woman pregnant while you were on a break.
Word count: 4.4k
⋆˚࿔ tina's note 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I freaking love John Tucker so much please please please somebody write more stuff for this man. Also reader is in college for education and then a special ed teacher, sorry if you don't relate to that but i panic chose a career and it's mentioned like once and carries no actual importance so you can ignore it/imagine it differently. (not proofread or edited) a lot of angst with a happy ending.
oh soul crushingly good
Steal my girl
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John Tucker x Reader
Fandom: Off Campus
Summary: You break up with Tucker because you are tired of being a secret, but when another guy hits on you at Malone's, he snaps and publicly claims you in front of his entire team.
Angst to fluff? But definitely Angst
Warnings: spoiler alert if you didn't read the books!, cursing, violence
A/N: Well, this would probably fit book Tucker rather than TV Show Tucker, buuuut. Truth is we didn't really see much of Tuck this season. Anyway, I hope you like it. Feedback is much appreciated! Take care of yourselves xx also, @airgoddess maybe you can enjoy this in the meantime
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It was never supposed to be this fucking complicated.
OH I MEED HIM
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
18+ MDNI
John Tucker who has a cowboy hat hung above his bed, because if you’re gonna ride a cowboy he might as well dress the part.
John Tucker x Fem!reader
HELL YEAH
cranberries, flour & panic
summary: even on friendsgiving in a house full of chaos, you and tucker are the one thing that never cracks. (2.1k)
pairing: john tucker x reader
content: established relationship, friendsgiving madness, soft tucker, stress, fluff, very mild explicit content.
authors note: i could never ever ever write anything but fluff for my favourite. also this is my spin on the thanksgiving episode (it doesn’t necessarily follow the plot of the episode but hey that’s fiction baby)
tucker was frantically running a hand through his dark curls. it was a dead giveaway to anyone who knew him that he was seconds away from completely losing his mind.
usually, he was the definition of charm and unbothered grace, the rock of his friend group who could handle a chaotic locker room or a brutal third period without ever breaking a sweat. but right now, his jaw was set in a tight, rigid line.
the kitchen of the house had devolved into an absolute war zone of flour, half-peeled potatoes, and rising panic.
the text messages had been rolling in for the last three hours. excuse after excuse from the people who were supposed to be the backbone of this dinner.
garrett and dean had texted at the last minute saying they wouldn't be around at all, caught up in their own holiday chaos, leaving a massive void in the planning.
to make matters worse, the front door kept opening, welcoming unexpected guests whom tucker hadn't accounted for in his initial headcount, while the people who were supposed to help were nowhere to be found.
instead, it was just the two of you trying to hold the line.
WE ALL CHEERED

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absolutely love the fact that ur showing my man tuck some love. i loved ur smutty fic it was perfect for ur first time!!! i needdddd more im obsessed
ahhhh thank you so much this is so sweet!! I have about four tuck drafts waiting to be released right now!!
Mom And Dad Are Fighting
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John Tucker x Reader
Fandom: Off Campus
Summary: You and Tucker break up when the burnout of senior year leaves you both running on empty. But a coordinated trap set by his starving roommates forces you two to finally admit how much you need each other.
Angst to fluff
Warnings: Not proofread yet, a little spoiler if you didn't read the books, cursing, breakup, emotional exhaustion, New Adult audience
A/N: I said I would lock in and study but I just can't help myself 😭 I can't wait for Tucker's season!!! I love all of the characters but now that I think abt it, Dean and Tucker are my favourites. As always, this fic is based more on the books than the show. I hope you like it!! Feedback is much appreciated. Take care of yourselves xx Lots of love 🫶🏻
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When you first started dating John Tucker, it felt like finding a quiet, solid harbor in the middle of a Category 5 hurricane. You hadn't just fallen for the sweet, fiercely patient guy with the auburn hair and the slow, intoxicating southern drawl—you had essentially inherited his entire chaotic world.
Oh my god
Three times is a pattern
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Dean Di Laurentis x Reader
Fandom: Off Campus
Summary: You transferred to Briar U to become a ghost, desperate to outrun your controlling ex. When your past finally catches up to you in the middle of a lecture hall, Dean Di Laurentis makes one thing perfectly clear: you are under his protection now.
Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: not proofread yet, probably shitty because I haven't written anything in months, mentions of toxic/controlling relationships, stalking, anxiety, graphic violence, Protective!Dean in full force
A/N: I don't know how good it is because it's been a while since i've last written something and tbh I didn't finish the first season, only read the books 5 times. But I hope you like it and after my finals I will be back with more fics. You can totally spam my box with requests if you's like. But I won't be writing anything for like 3 whole weeks. I am so stressed I can't even exist. Anyway. Feedback is much appreciated. Take care of yourselves and lots of love! What do we think of a part 2?
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The booth at Malone’s was designed to comfortably fit six people. Currently, it held four massive hockey players, Hannah, and you. Which meant you were practically sitting in Dean Di Laurentis’s lap.
Not that he was complaining.
That’s dada
Farm Visit
Pairing: John Tucker x Reader
Word Count: 1985
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You knew Tucker was from the South.
That much was obvious in the way he talked, the way he smiled, the way he carried himself like he had all the time in the world even when he was rushing. But knowing something about a person was not the same thing as seeing it.
So when he told you he wanted you to come home with him for a few days, you had said yes before you could overthink it.
Now, standing on the porch of a house that looked like it had been lifted straight out of one of those old country postcards, you were starting to understand why Tucker had such a different kind of calm to him than anyone else you knew.
The porch creaked under your shoes as you looked out at the land stretching beyond the house.
Open fields.
A dirt road.
A barn in the distance.
A line of trees catching the late afternoon light.
You breathed out slowly. “This is unreal.”
Tucker, standing beside you with one hand on the porch railing, glanced over and smiled. “You like it?”
You turned to him. “Tucker, this is not ‘like it’ territory. This is ‘I might never recover emotionally’ territory.”
That made him laugh, low and easy. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
He looked ridiculously pleased by that. “Good.”
You frowned at him a little. “You did not warn me it was this beautiful.”
“I told you it was home.”
“That is not enough warning.”
He leaned down and kissed the side of your head. “Well, now you know.”
You smiled despite yourself and leaned lightly into him. The drive up had been long, but not unpleasant. Tucker had kept one hand on the wheel and the other on your knee more often than not, talking about childhood stories, old neighbors, and places you’d be seeing over the next few days. But hearing him describe it was different from standing here and looking at it.
It was quieter here. Wider somehow.
And Tucker fit into it so naturally that it made your chest feel warm.
A screen door opened behind you.
“Tucker?”
You both turned.
An older woman stood in the doorway with a dish towel in her hand and a look on her face that immediately made Tucker look ten years younger. Her expression brightened the moment she saw him.
“There you are,” she said, and then her eyes shifted to you. “And this must be the girl.”
Tucker cleared his throat, grinning in a way that was half embarrassed and half delighted. “Mama, this is my girlfriend.”
You smiled and stepped forward. “Hi. It’s really nice to meet you.”
His mother’s face softened at once. “Well, honey, come on inside before you both melt out there.”
Tucker’s hand found the small of your back as he guided you through the door, and the house immediately surrounded you with the smell of something home-cooked and warm and impossible to identify but deeply comforting. It was the kind of place where everything felt lived in the second you stepped through the threshold.
Family photos lined the hallway.
A pair of boots sat by the door.
There were bowls on the counter, a radio playing low in the kitchen, and the kind of easy domestic chaos that made you want to smile for no reason at all.
His mother offered you sweet tea before you had even fully taken your bag off your shoulder.
“Tucker told me you like it,” she said.
You blinked. “He did?”
She gave him a pointed look. “He talks.”
Tucker looked mildly offended. “I do not.”
His mother raised one eyebrow. “Mm-hm.”
You laughed quietly, and Tucker’s face softened when he heard it.
“I told her a few things,” he admitted. “Didn’t think that was a crime.”
“It’s not,” you said, taking the glass she handed you. “I just didn’t know you were reporting back on my tea preferences.”
Tucker leaned an elbow on the counter beside you. “Important information.”
“Apparently.”
His mother looked back and forth between the two of you with the faintest smile. “Well, I like her.”
Tucker groaned softly. “Mama.”
“What?”
“She just got here.”
“That’s enough time.”
You nearly choked on your tea laughing, and Tucker shot his mother a betrayed look that did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was enjoying this too.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a way that made you feel like you had slipped into a different rhythm entirely.
Tucker showed you around the property first. The barn, the fields, the old fence line he used to climb as a kid even though he wasn’t supposed to, the porch swing that creaked every time either of you sat down. He pointed out things like he was trying not to sound sentimental and failing a little.
“That tree over there,” he said, nodding toward a large oak near the edge of the yard. “We used to sit under it when we were kids.”
“Who’s we?”
“My brothers. My cousins. Whoever was around.”
You looked at him. “You make this sound very normal, but I can tell it was probably chaotic.”
He laughed. “You’d be right.”
You grinned. “I want details.”
Tucker gave you a sideways look. “Not all at once.”
“Why not?”
“Because then you’d know how much trouble I was.”
You laughed and took his hand. “Too late. I already like you.”
That made him stop for just a second.
Not long enough for you to worry. Just long enough for his expression to go a little softer.
“Yeah?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yeah.”
Tucker smiled, but it was the kind of smile that felt private even in the open air. “Good.”
Later, his father came home from work and shook your hand so firmly you had to fight not to laugh. He was broad-shouldered, quiet, and the kind of man who looked like he could fix anything with duct tape and determination.
He looked at Tucker first, then you, then back at Tucker.
“Boy,” he said, “you brought home a pretty one.”
Tucker rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little less confident. “Thanks, Dad.”
You bit your lip to keep from smiling too hard. “Hi.”
His father nodded once. “You hungry?”
“Always,” Tucker said before you could answer.
His father gave him a look. “I wasn’t asking you.”
You laughed, and Tucker shook his head like he had been ambushed by both of you.
Dinner was exactly as comforting as you hoped it would be.
There was fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, cornbread, and enough food to feed a small army. Tucker’s family sat around the table talking over each other, laughing in the easy way people do when they have known one another forever. At some point, one of his younger relatives asked you how you and Tucker met, and Tucker answered before you could.
“At Briar,” he said.
His mother smiled. “And who made the first move?”
That earned a chorus of interest from the table.
Tucker looked faintly embarrassed. “Mama.”
“What?” she said, completely unbothered. “I’m asking.”
You glanced at Tucker and tried not to smile too much because he was clearly trying to act relaxed and failing. “He did,” you said.
Several people reacted immediately.
His father looked entertained. His mother looked smug. Someone down the table made a noise like they had just learned something valuable.
Tucker looked at you, eyes narrowed in mock accusation. “You didn’t have to say that.”
You shrugged. “It’s true.”
He leaned toward you a little. “You are enjoying this.”
“Very much.”
He laughed under his breath, and under the table his hand found your knee.
After dinner, the whole family spilled out onto the porch while the sky turned deep orange and pink across the fields. Somebody brought out lemonade. Somebody else dragged a chair over for you. The air felt warmer now, softer somehow, and Tucker looked different here too. Less guarded. Less like the guy everyone else knew and more like himself in the truest sense.
You noticed it while he was talking with his father by the steps, one hand resting on the porch rail, laughing at something his dad had said. His face was open in a way you had not seen before, and you realized all at once that this was the version of him people here had always known.
Warm.
Grounded.
Easy to love.
Your chest tightened a little at the thought.
Tucker looked over and caught you staring.
He smiled and walked back to you. “What?”
You shook your head. “Nothing.”
“That usually means something.”
You looked out at the fields glowing in the sunset. “I’m just trying to decide if this place is making me more emotional than I expected.”
His mouth curved. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
He sat down beside you on the porch swing, close enough that your shoulders touched. “In a good way?”
You glanced at him. “Tucker, your whole life feels like a good way.”
That made him go quiet.
You watched his expression shift, small and soft and almost shy. “You really think so?”
You blinked, surprised by how serious the question was. “Of course I do.”
He looked at you for a second, then rested his arm along the back of the swing and leaned in just enough that his voice stayed low and private. “You know that’s dangerous to say to a guy who grew up here.”
“Why?”
“Because now I’m gonna want to keep showing it to you.”
Your smile widened. “I’d like that.”
He studied you, then said, “You’re making me look at my hometown different.”
You tilted your head. “How so?”
Tucker looked out at the field, then back to you. “Makes me realize I took a lot of it for granted.”
Your heart softened a little. “Like what?”
He gestured around you. “This. The porch. The sky. My family. This quiet.” Then his gaze settled on your face. “You being here.”
That last part made your chest feel very full all at once.
You laughed a little, mostly because it was either that or stare at him like an idiot. “You’re going soft on me.”
Tucker’s smile turned easy again, but his eyes stayed warm. “Always was.”
You bumped your shoulder lightly against his. “I think I like country Tucker.”
He raised one brow. “Country Tucker?”
“You know. The one who gets all serious about sunsets and family and porch swings.”
He made a face. “I am not serious about porch swings.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I am not.”
“You’re on one right now.”
That made him laugh, and the sound felt like it belonged here with everything else. The crickets starting up. The wind through the trees. The fading light over the land. Tucker’s hand finding yours and holding on like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Later that night, after the rest of the house had gone quiet and the stars had come out sharp and bright over the dark fields, you stood with him at the edge of the yard and looked out over all that open space.
“It’s so peaceful here,” you whispered.
Tucker’s thumb brushed over your hand. “Yeah.”
You turned your head to look at him. “I get why you love it.”
He smiled down at you. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Tucker leaned in and kissed your forehead, soft and unhurried, with the same quiet certainty he seemed to have in everything that mattered.
You closed your eyes for a second.
When you opened them, he was watching you with that gentle, steady look that made you feel like you had been welcomed not just into his hometown, but into some deeper part of his life too.
You smiled. “I kind of never want to leave.”
That made his grin spread slow and warm across his face.
“Good,” he said. “Because I was hoping you’d say that.”
GOD I LOVE HIM
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in my humble opinion, logan and tucker>>>>> dean and garrett…JOHN TAKEOVER. what can i say, im a sucker for the underdog.
How about uhhh tucker being drunk and just clings onto reader the whole night and the others do nothing but tease(deep down they find it so so cute)
oooo yes! i love, also thank you for the tucker requests! he deserves so much love and im glad to deliver!
Drunk-clinging
John Tucker x fem!reader
john tucker was a d1 clinger, people knew that. he loved being around you, he loved holding hands with you, he had to be touching you all the time. if you were there, tucker was two feet behind you. he always needed to be there, some people found it annoying and others found it admirable. it mattered on the person.
request for john tucker😛😛
so reader works with the athletic training/sport medicine department and there’s one game where tucker gets hit HARD on the ice and passes out or smth and the trainers have to go out and check on him. reader is the first person he sees when he wakes up still on the ice and then he gets obsessed and starts stopping by the training room whenever he can just to see her
JOHN TUCKER REQUEST, I PRAYED FOR TIMES LIKE THIS SO YES YES YES I LOVE
Pain Observations
John Tucker X fem!reader (med student)
you had been interested in the medical department since you were a kid, anything interested you so when the coach for the hockey team came to you asking if you would be interested in being the teams medic to get a little ahead in the field. you said yes, you couldn't stop yourself and if you were being honest, you didn't hate seeing john tucker on the ice.
Can you do a John tucker x fem!reader where he wakes up to her masturbating and helps her (if you want to)
ohhhh i love this so obviously!! also feel free to send any requests you have lovely!
Personal Assist
John Tucker x fem!reader
warnings: masturbation, smut, p in v, praise and slight teasing
the truth about yours and johns sex life was that it wasn't vanilla, in the slightest. The first time you ever had sex was in his truck after a party, he was jealous and needed to remind himself that you were his and only his, which is how you ended up in the passenger seat of his truck being fucked by him.
Southern Strategy | John Tucker
Summary: To get a persistent, unwanted admirer off her back, she needs a shield and Briar U’s star hockey player, John Tucker, is the perfect campus royalty for the job.
Pairing: John Tucker x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, heavy pining, fake dating, a healthy dose of jealousy, and a very brief moment in the bedroom (but stays PG-13).
HELLO DADA

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THE LOVE ADVICE──JOHN LOGAN! [3+1]
movie!john logan x reader 6.3k
the 3 times he got love advice + the 1 you did
*content warning: alcohol use*
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You found out pretty soon into your college career that happy hour at Malone’s only ended in two different ways for you.
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The Alchemy
ship; dean di laurentis x fem!reader
summary; you are the new social media manager for the hockey team of briar university. and you catch someone's eye...
type; written & smau
a/n; quite small but UGH I LOVE THAT MAN
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As you were walking into the hockey arena of Briar uni, your hands were occupied by what seemed to be a million things. A charger, your camera, your phone, three books and an iced coffee were precariously hanging from your arms. Keyword; were. Because when you turned around a corner, WHAM ! Your face got squeezed by a chest, on which your coffee got spilled.
When you look up, you are met with the sight of the prettiest man. And when he grins, he has dimples.
"You are the new one, aren't you?" His voice is deep, and you find yourself nodding along to his words. "We'll be seeing more of eachother, I am sure of it." With a final smirk, he leaves, spilled coffee and all.
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a few months later...
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garrettgraham; is that why wellsy came drunk and confessing her undying love to me?
yourusername; oopsies !
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yourusername; I've already taken two girly...and i am not faring better
deandilaurentis; who's that guy on the last slide???
yourusername; idk he's my amazing bf tho
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deandilaurentis; that's cause she is
garrettgraham; tell her i ain't doing another trend EVER
deandilaurentis; she says that she has her own trend setter now so she doesn't need u
garrettgraham; THANK GOD
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yourusername; i love you so much, puck boy ❤️
deandilaurentis; nuh uh i love you more
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