gabby!! saw you were doing drabbles and would LOVE a drabble w john logan x reader. maybe some first date fluff? or first kiss fluff? or something fluffy and first with logan pretty pleaseeee 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
moni!!! how have you been? i’m glad to see you in my inbox <33 i hope you like this one lovely!!!
john logan x fem!reader | word count — 396
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“I had so much fun tonight,” you murmured, instinctively squeezing his hand in yours as he drove. “Thank you for that.”
“I’m glad you did.” Logan’s smile grew brighter. “I was nervous it wouldn’t end up how you liked it.”
“Are you kidding?” You let out a disbelieving laugh. “It was so much better than what I had imagined my first date was going to be, trust me.”
His hand found yours whenever he could. The comforting silence settled between you as he continued driving to your boarding house.
“Did you have fun?” You asked softly, your thumb stroking the back of his hand, and he glanced at you briefly. The grins never seemed to leave your faces.
“I really did, baby,” he replied just as softly. “Most fun I’ve had in my life.”
“Now you’re just trolling me.” You rolled your eyes affectionately.
“Baby, I’m not, I swear!” He laughed when you let go of his hand to cross your arms over your chest. “I promise. Anywhere is fun when it’s with you.”
Your arms slackened and your hands fell to your lap, a dopey smile growing on your face. You turned your head away from him as you felt your face warm.
Logan only beamed at your reaction, and there was a lull in the air as he pulled into the driveway of your off-campus boarding house.
“Well, this is me,” you said, almost shy as you unbuckled your seatbelt.
“Wait there.” He quickly unfastened his own seatbelt and got out of the car. He jogged around his truck to open your door, his hand outstretched. “My lady.”
“Such a gentleman,” you teased, taking his hand to exit the truck. “Why thank you, good sir.”
He walked you to your door, and you both lingered quietly on the porch before you spoke, “I really had fun tonight, Loge.” You ducked your head with a bashful smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Wait!” He grasped your wrist before you could turn to unlock the front door.
“Yeah?”
He did not immediately respond—instead, his free hand came up to cup your face. “May I?” He whispered and you nodded automatically, your heartbeat quickening.
He leaned in and you met him halfway.
The kiss was nothing like the movies. There were no fireworks. The world did not stop spinning either. If anything, it was better than the movies.
