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93890045 · 1 year

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☆ –– ( oliver jackson-cohen , he/him , cismale ) who is JOSEPH SABAN anyways ? ew . you don’t know about HIM , we’ll bet you want to . they’re feeling 32 and MAKING MUSIC feels like a perfect night to them . rumor has it they’re OVER IMAGINATIVE and CLINGY because they care , but they’re also PLACID and CORDIAL in the best way . HE works to make a little money as a DETECTIVE . they’ve rented a place on cornelia street in the form of BROWNSTONE #10 . NEW ROMANTICS is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore .

FULL NAME . joseph david saban

NICKNAME(S) . joe

AGE . 32

DATE OF BIRTH . december 27th

HOMETOWN . portland , oregon

NATIONALITY . american

GENDER . cismale

PRONOUNS . he/him

ORIENTATIONS . heterosexual

RELIGION . jewish

OCCUPATION(S) . detective

LANGUAGES SPOKEN . english , french , spanish

TATTOOS . none

SLEEPING HABITS . 5/10

EMOTIONAL STABILITY . 8/10

ALCOHOL USE . occasionally

HOBBIES . piano playing and learning to play bass , wants to be a good cook but isn’t

HABITS . chews on his bottom lip , cough in distress , coffee before breakfast

FAVORITE WEATHER . sunny cold days

FAVORITE COLOR . green

FAVORITE BEVERAGE . beer

FAVORITE FOOD . beef stew

FAVORITE SONG . how you remind me – nickleback

CHARACTER INSPO . logan thibault ( the lucky one ) , steve rogers ( captain america ) , thorin oakenshield ( the hobbit )

BIO . tw car accident – the memory of when his mother had called him was still very present on his mind . the way her voice had vibrated in a mixture of distress and fear . how her lips had been too close to the microphone of her mobile , leaving a scratching noise lingering between them each time her mouth touched the device . and maybe it was this small insignificant detail which he chose to remember because all that had followed after still felt too drastic to think of it again . ‘ben has been in a car accident . he …’ the memory ripped off . each time . it ripped off because there was no answer to the question that arose from the consequence that was losing his younger brother in a hit and run car accident .

no answers . so joe chose to become the answer , to do what the officers and detectives couldn’t do for his family .

his career path lead him to cornelia street . not for investigation . but to settle . away from crimes and away from brutality . that was just one part of his life . the other would be a warm home , a chance for the childhood dream of making music – show his skills on the piano . late night music sessions by candle light and cigarettes , lazy mornings , breakfast in bed , walks in the park and coffee with friends to keep that musical creativity growing . perhaps , if it grew enough the new romantics would attract more than just the cornelia street crowds into the pubs . perhaps , it was good for him to have more to look forward to than just the bitter sweet hope to make other family tragedies more bearable .

WANTED CONNECTIONS .

blind date turned into good friends ( 0/2 ) – a connection in which they met through tinder , or got set up by mutual friends and realized after the first few dates that romance wasn’t where this was headed ex hook-ups / friendzoned ( 0/2 ) – can have ended bc of either muse negative influence ( 0/1 ) – someone who tries to tempt and influence joe off his usual ways , maybe he even slips for a while and finds himself in a toxic cycle that leads to other connections and his private life suffering from it ex-spouse ( 0/1 ) – they were married for only two or three years after getting married in the heat of the moment , reasons for the divorce are open for discussion fwb/ons ( 0/2 ) – no strings attached , just helping each other out gym buddies ( 0/3 ) – friends , buddies , girlies , who he meets at his regular gym every now and then , can be turned into a proper friendship throughout time siblings ( 0/1 ) – they’re three siblings of which one unalived in the accident , give him a sibling ( any gender ) who he can still be close to

#cornelia.intro #m: joseph saban

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 years

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*Reunion–Logan Thibault

Warnings: unprotected sex, rough kink, baby girl kink, language

I used to think that the hardest thing when Logan and I first got married was getting used to sleeping in a bed with someone else. But as soon as Logan was drafted into the war and I didn't have anyone in bed with me anymore, I realized that I depended on him to sleep.

I woke up with excitement bubbling. I double-checked the date, my heart jumping into my throat when I realized I was correct.

Today, 18 months after Logan left, he was finally coming home. I got up and quickly got in the shower. I took time getting ready, wanting to look perfect for my reunion with my husband.

The entire drive to the airport, I was on edge. It's been months since I've seen or held my husband. I wasn't sure why I was so nervous to see him. It's not like he could've fallen out of love with me over the last 18 months.

Right?

My heart jumped into my throat and my eyes watered as I saw Logan walking out of the terminal. A sob got stuck in my throat as I started running towards him.

He instantly smiled when he saw me. He laughed and started jogging towards me. He dropped his duffel bag and backpack as I jumped into his arms. Logan laughed as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was sobbing as he tightened his arms around me.

"I missed you so much, baby," he whispered.

"I missed you too," I said through my sobs. I tightened my arms around his neck, holding him as close to me as possible.

I slowly unwrapped my legs from his waist but didn't remove my arms. I didn't care about the people watching us with smirks and smiles. All I cared about was holding my husband.

Logan slowly pulled out of our hug and reached up, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. His hand lingered on my cheek as he reached up and cupped my other cheek in his hand. His thumbs rubbed my cheeks, catching the tears streaming down my face.

"All I've thought since I left was holding you in my arms and kissing you again," he whispered.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I giggled.

He playfully smirked as he readjusted his hands on my face. When he didn't make a move to kiss me, I grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to me. I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his.

Logan laughed as our lips moved in sync. He finally let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Before the kiss could get too heated, I pulled away. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, taking him in as much as I could.

"I love you so much, baby," I said, holding back more tears.

"I love you too," he chuckled. I blushed when his sweet smile that made me fall in love with him, turned into a devious smirk.

"What?" I giggled.

"Let's go home."

* * * * *

The second I opened the door, Logan turned me around and pulled me into his chest. I laughed as he pressed his lips to mine. Our lips immediately started moving in sync as he walked us more into the house.

I gasped as he pushed me up against the wall. We laughed as our lips continued moving in sync. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. Logan broke the kiss and started kissing my neck.

"I can't believe you're home," I moaned as he sucked on my neck. I felt him smirk against my skin as he pushed me up firmer against the wall.

I jumped up, Logan instantly catching me. As he began carrying me to our room, I started kissing his neck.

"What are you doing?" He asked, a dark chuckle leaving his lips.

"Making up for lost time," I moaned into his ear. I laughed as he kicked our bedroom door open.

I gasped as he dropped me onto our mattress. I bit my lip as he slowly crawled over me.

"I can't believe how much I've missed you," he whispered.

"Show me," I said under my breath.

That was all he needed to hear.

I gasped as he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss instantly got heated as our lips moved in sync. Without breaking the kiss, Logan and I undressed each other until we were only wearing our underwear.

The feeling of Logan kissing me and touching me flooded me with feelings I have been pushing down and forcing myself to forget since the day he left. The last time he touched me like this was the night before he left.

Logan gasped, followed by laughter as I roughly rolled us over so I was hovering over him. I sat back and smirked as he immediately scanned my body.

"Damn," he whispered as I straddled his hips. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I've missed you so much, baby."

"I've missed you too," I said as sexily as I could. "In fact. . . Let me show you just how much."

"Please," he moaned as he arched his back, slightly lifting me up.

I smirked as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. The look in Logan's eyes changed as he reached up and helped me take off my bra. I giggled as he tossed it to the side.

I looked down at him, waiting for him to say something, but he didn't. He reached up and cupped a piece of hair behind my ear, staring deeply into my eyes.

"You okay?" I whispered.

"I'm great, my love," he chuckled. "Just taking in my beautiful wife."

"I love you so much, Logan," I sighed. "I can't believe you're finally home. Please. . ."

"Please what?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Please don't ever leave me again," I said, my voice breaking. "I can't lose you, baby. Every day you were gone, I was so scared that you wouldn't come home. The very idea of losing you. . ."

"Hey," he said gently as he reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand. "I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. Ever again. I promise."

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. As our lips started moving in sync, Logan rolled us over so he was hovering over me. I was out of breath as Logan finally broke the kiss. He looked into my eyes like he was studying me.

"I can't believe I'm finally home," he whispered. "I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N. You were always on my mind. All I could think about was coming home to you and the things I would do to you when I finally had you in my arms."

Chills spread over my body as the look in his eyes turned to dark lust. He lowered himself down so his body was pressed to mine. I closed my eyes as he pressed his forehead to mine, breathing me in.

"Baby," I said, letting out a breathy moan. "Make love to me. Please. All night long."

"Fuck," he moaned as he brought his lips back to mine. Shortly after, I felt Logan roughly push into me.

"Oh, Logan!" I moaned as he started pushing in and out of me. He grunted as he sped up his movements. Our room quickly filled with moans as we made love.

"Fuck, Y/N," he said between his heavy breaths. "I've missed the feeling of being inside you."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back down to me and pressing his lips to mine. I instantly started kissing him roughly, our lips moving messily in sync as he pushed in and out of me. I let out a loud moan as he pressed against my g spot.

"Again," I gasped, barely audible. "Please, baby. Don't stop."

Logan chuckled as he continued to press firmly against and release my g spot. I arched my back, making him slip deeper into me.

"Holy shit," he groaned.

After a few more thrusts and moans, I could barely breathe. "Baby," I gasped. "Wait. . . I need. . . I need a minute, babe."

Logan chuckled as he carefully pulled out of me. I moaned as the pressure lifted. He didn't move from on top of me as we caught our breaths.

"I'm sorry, baby," I said, still trying to catch my breath. "It's just. . . It's been a while and I've forgotten how. . ."

"It's okay," he said softly as he reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand. "Take all the time you need, baby girl."

I looked up at him, studying his face. I reached up and gently touched his chin. He smiled as he leaned down and pressed another kiss to my lips.

The kiss quickly got heated, our bodies getting closer and closer together. When our chests were barely touching, Logan pulled out of the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"Sorry, Y/N," he said between breaths. "I was. . . I got carried away."

"It's okay," I said firmly as I rolled us over. Logan laughed as I hovered over him. He was about to say something, but I cut him off.

"Sit up."

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled. Logan wrapped his arms around me and sat us both up. He smirked at me as I tightened my arms around his neck, readjusting.

"There were so many nights over there where I fell asleep thinking about finally being with you," he whispered, staring deeply into my eyes. "You are the only thing that got me through being there."

I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

"I love you," I whispered, breaking the kiss. I cupped his cheeks in my hands as I continued, "Listen to me, baby. You're home. You're safe. All of that is over. And if you ever want to talk about what happened there, please don't hesitate to open up to me. I don't want you keeping your struggles inside because you think I can't handle it."

"I just," he sighed, subconsciously tightening his arms around my waist. "I want. . . I need to protect you from all that. You're too good for all the shit I went through."

"Logan," I whispered, my heart breaking.

"It was horrible, Y/N," he said, his voice getting caught in his throat. "The things I saw. . . The things I did. . ."

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He sighed as he kissed me back. I broke the kiss, leaning back and looking deeply into his eyes.

"None of that matters anymore," I said gently yet sternly. "Logan, you're home. Whatever happened over there, doesn't matter. You are still the same man I married. You are still the same man I fell in love with. That will never change."

"I love you," Logan said, his voice changing.

"I love you too," I could barely say before Logan pressed his lips aggressively to mine.

He unwrapped his arms from my waist and grabbed my hips. As our lips moved in sync, Logan started massaging my hip bone. I bit his bottom lip as I brought my hips down harshly to his.

Logan broke the kiss and moaned as he slipped into me. He leaned his head back, breathing heavily as I rode him.

"Holy shit," he moaned.

"You okay, baby?" I teased, earning another moan from him. "Tell me. How many times did you fall asleep, dreaming of me riding you until you were unconscious?"

"So many fucking nights, baby," he groaned as I pulled away and roughly brought my hips back.

I leaned into him, making him push against my g spot as I whispered in his ear, "Did you ever picture me under you, naked, as you pleasured yourself?"

"Every. Night." He said through his teeth as I continued to ride him.

He pressed his lips back to mine, instantly moving them messily against mine. I moaned as he pushed his tongue forcefully into my mouth, instantly exploring every inch of my mouth he could reach.

We were so distracted by the endorphins flooding our bodies as we moved in sync, we didn't notice how close we were to finishing.

"Shit," he gasped. Logan lifted my hips off of his, slowly pulling himself out of me. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to. . . I was trying to. . . And I'm not wearing anything."

"I don't care," I said breathing heavily as I grabbed his face and roughly brought his lips back to mine. Logan moaned against my lips as he rolled us over, switching our positions.

I broke the kiss, swearing under my breath as Logan pushed back into me. I breathed heavily, our moans matching as he continued to thrust in and out of me.

Logan lowered himself onto his elbows, pressing his chest to my bare breasts as he continued to push into me.

"Oh, Logan," I moaned, his name getting stuck in my throat. He grunted as he started moving into me even rougher than before. I arched my back as he slid his hands under my body.

"Fuck!" I gasped as Logan squeezed my ass, pushing further into me. He groaned, thrusting into me a few more times.

"Damn, baby girl," he groaned.

"Oh, daddy."

Logan froze when I used it. That name, we decided, was only for very special sex-occasions. I had been holding it in the entire time we were having sex and I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Fucking hell, Y/N," he growled as he pulled out of me so fast it made me gasp.

Before I could recover, he aggressively pushed back into me. "Yeah, baby," he growled between my moans. "That's it. . . That's what you get. . . Thinking you can call me that name and get away with it. Think again, baby girl."

The longer he was thrusting inside of me, the more light-headed I got. I was gasping for air as he started attacking my neck with sloppy kisses and harsh bites.

"Fuck, Logan!" I moaned as loud as I could as I felt myself reach my peak. We were breathing heavily, neither one of us moving. I closed my eyes as I could feel him slowly softening inside me.

I gasped when Logan finally pulled out of me. He hesitated before climbing out of bed.

"Baby?" I said, my voice as weak as I felt. I sat up, not bothering to cover myself in front of my husband. "Are you okay?"

I smiled when he walked out of the bathroom with towels in his hands. Without being told, I laid back down. I closed my eyes as Logan cleaned me up.

My eyes fluttered open when I felt Logan draping the covers over my body. He was about to walk back to the bathroom but I grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Where do you think you're going?" I teased.

He chuckled as he climbed under the covers with me. Logan laid next to me, pulling me into his chest. I sighed happily as I laid my head over his heart.

"I've missed you so fucking much, Y/N."

"I've missed you too, Logan," I said under my breath. I smiled weakly as he leaned down and kissed the top of my forehead, tightening his arms around me.

"I can't believe I finally get to fall asleep with you in my arms," he said so softly I could barely hear him.

"I can't believe I get to go to sleep knowing I'll wake up next to you."

* * * * *

I woke up to the feeling of someone getting into bed. I rolled over, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw Logan crawling back under the covers.

"Morning, baby," he whispered. "Sorry. I had to use the bathroom and I didn't want to wake you."

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his, rolling over so I was hovering over him. He smiled as he kissed me back. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his.

"I'm just happy you're home to wake me up," I whispered. Logan rolled us over and smiled down at me.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

We laid like that, neither one of us saying anything as we just held each other. I closed my eyes, hoping Logan didn't see the tears building.

"You okay?"

Nope, he saw them.

"Yeah," I said softly as I finally opened my eyes. I looked up at him, taking him in. "It's just. . . I've missed waking up next to you, staying in bed until the last minute, holding you, being with you. And I just. . ."

He sighed as he tightened his arms around me, rolling us so I was laying on top of him.

"I know, baby," he whispered. "I fell asleep every night over there, wishing I was holding you. And finally being able to fall asleep with you in my arms last night was better than I ever imagined. And waking up next to you? Even better."

I smiled as I pressed a kiss to his chest before laying my head back over his peck. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of Logan's heart beating. Listening to his heart made me slowly fall back asleep.

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neonbluewaves · 5 years

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Hey~ Can I ask 12, 13, 15 and 16 for the fankid ask game? ✨

Okay, first of all, can I thank you? Actually thank you because these asks? They made me draw the most wholesome things and I just loved it? I felt so happy drawing these, that I forgot all the stress I had from the previous weeks of work?? So yeah, THANK YOU FOR THESE ASKS!

Anyways, I feel like answering these backwards

So, 16 was answered here for Ro and Tiago. As for Lore and Thibault:

16. do they have any gifts, like singing, dancing, painting, dueling …?

Lore is pretty good at drawing, she’s got a bunch of papers with doodles from classes, when she’s studying, when she’s bored... She usually draws what she sees, so most of them are part of a classroom, a bunch of students playing outside, and they’re all amazing, but she won’t show anyone.

Thibault, like Ro, has a great voice. The diference is that Thibault would love to sing outloud in public, but alas, he’s too shy and anxious to do so. He has a thing for theatre and really gets in the paper, the more diferent the character is from him, the more bizarre it is to see him. He did “Meant to be yours” from Heathers with Ro and to this day she still believes her cousin got possesed by a phsyco or something because man was that freaky.

15. What is their relationship with other fankids? Do they know any?

(Okay, so I don’t interact much with others here, nor I have a discord yet, so...)

It’s already known (I think) that Tiago is roomies with Logan ( @phyl-the-gryffinclaw ), and they’re both good friends. If Tiago is about to get caught and his sister isn’t on sight, he’ll go to Logan because he ain’t no snitch. Logan is nice and quite peaceful, so it’s a mystery why the chaotic kid that Tiago is, is friends with him, but Tiago genuinely enjoys his company and friendship beyond getting a safe scape from trouble.

Tiago easily makes friends, and he likes to, so any kid that speaks to him might end up being in his friend list after two interactions

As for the ‘three amigos’...

If they’re a prefect, Ro probably knows them, and most probably dilikes them as much as she dislikes being prefect. She might know any gryffindor kids, at least the ones that cause more trouble

Like Ritchie, whom she might, MIGHT, have a bit of a soft spot because he kinda reminds her of Tiago (I drew this not long ago, so he’s blonde and I didn’t change it, sorry @guakamaya )

I think she also knows Dora ( @annevmoreira ) as the shy girl and will take it easier with her.

Thibault remembers most of the kids faces and names, but won’t talk to any of them because poor boy is scared, there’s a chance some of them have said something about his fangs, wether it was an innocent question or a jab to the fact he looks like a vampire or anything else, he will avoid them because he’s had enough bullying and trouble before.

Lore is the worst by far, she’s not a bad person, but boy does she act like a jerk. It’s her own way of dealing with the fact that people might want to “befriend her” to later make fun of her and abandon her. A different aproach than her brother.

13. How is their relationship with their parents?

Neon made sure her kids had what she didn’t: a home, two parents, a ‘psycho uncle free’ life... They’re a bit chaotic in the parenting department and have made many mistakes, but somehow made it all work. She and Tulip also balance each other out. Neon will spoil them to no end because well, “what is money lol” and Tulip will put a stop to it, while Neon puts base rules and will ground the kids whenever they missbehave, Tulip will probably let them off the hook easier. They’re pretty chill about stuff, will be open to any sort of trouble the kids have and try to have as much fun with the kids as possible. And they’re also the embarassing parents that are super loud at tournaments and events, will be cheesy in public and they even have a whiteboard at home called “How to embarass our kids in any situation given”

(wanna see the scene Neon’s describing? here, u r welcome)

As for Laura and Bastien, they’re the sort of loving parents that are a bit of a mess because they want to do everything perfectly but can’t because they’re people, but even then, in their unperfect household, everything is warm and cozy and the kids get a great home. They try to have as much time together as possible since Laura is the Head Auror in the Magic Congress of Spain (which I had to make up because apparently spain doesn’t have a Ministry of Magic). They’ve always been confortable with PDA, which is an unvoluntary way of embarassing the kids. Overall they’re that very cute family that will plan a vacation, everything that could go wrong will go wrong, and yet they’ll get to have a fun time.

(yes, that’s a Tardis blanket)

12. How are they in romance?

aah yes, I knew someone was gonna go for this one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alright, so, as Andre says, most students don’t start dating ‘till they’re at least fourth years. So keeping in mind they start to think about it around that time...

Tiago, the very late blooomer won’t be interested in dating in all of his years at Hogwarts. He’s in no rush to date nor try to figure out exactly what is it he likes and is anyways, and his moms are pretty calm about it (there might or might not be a bet in the family about it). Since he’s such a cutie and a nice fun boy, I’m guessing some people will ask him out on dates and stuff, but he’ll always reject them because he wouldn’t be into it and it’d be unfair

(Yes, older Tiago colors his hair like mommy, “My moms say I look very handsome so shut the fuck up!”)

Thibault is a mess. He has a hard time making friends, imagine trying to ask someone out. He’s honestly the sweetest boy and tries to do a ton of fun stuff with whoever he likes. At first he’d be a sweaty, mumbling, stuttering mess, but as he gets comfortable with that someone, he gets calmer and is very easy to talk to.

Lore, grade A jerk, abrasive, aggresive and crude is an actual sweetheart that will take any lucky girl on the most fun dates ever. She’s flirty, charming and a light tease. She’s up for big romantic gestures, which is a surprise nobody expects. She shows the side only her family knows.

As for Ro.... I.... Oh geez, I don’t know. Should we ask her girlfriend maybe?

#wow this one is long #anyways wholesome content I loved making #my babies ;_;#my heart #hogwarts mystery #hphm #fankids asks #rocio welkin #tiago welkin #lorena landon #thibault landon #other's fankids #my art #annevmoreira

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JAKE PUCKERMAN is a 25-YEAR-OLD resident of Dent, South Carolina. He is currently a VETERAN AND LABORER FOR MILLIE ROSE. He is based on LOGAN THIBAULT from THE LUCKY ONE and has the endgame of JARLEY.

THE STORY SO FAR.

The opportunities in the inner city of Denver were not kind to families like the Puckermans. Battling hardship most of their lives, Jake was faced with a choice once he reached adulthood: try his hand at college or odd jobs around the city, or hope that the recruiters that found him at the crumbling high school would make good in their promise of benefits. Seeing his exhausted mother wearing herself down the bone, the choice was clear. Basic wasn’t too hard, despite their attempts at wearing him down to a faceless soldier. It was combat that broke him. Multiple deployments. Multiple near death experiences, including one that was prevented by the chance of finding a photo of a smiling blonde in the wreckage of a raid, and he returned to the United States as a completely different man.

Jake’s return to the states was less relieving than initially imagined. Now riddled with PTSD and guilt over the events he witnessed, settling back into Denver was never going to be possible for him. The photo that saved his life still tucked into his wallet, the mission was different than reintegration. It was finding the smiling face in the photo, no other words could describe why other than an intense need to meet the person that indirectly and accidentally saved his life from sure death. Most of the veteran benefits he left to his mom, only taking his dog, a backpack, and twenty dollars on his mission to find some closure

It took months to find the right lighthouse in the photo, and only days after to find the right woman. Finding her wasn’t enough as it turned out. Seeing her in person was indescribable, there was no way he could walk away. Seeing the opportunity of helping her family restore their property, which was admittedly pretty messed up, he was able to find a way to keep returning. Everything else came naturally, and the weeks at Dent began to pass.

NOTABLE CONNECTIONS.

SAM EVANS. Two new guys in town, both in need of some place to stay, neither in a line of work that can pay for a solo apartment. It seemed natural that the two of them would find each other in a bar on their first nights and realize how they can help each other. The next day they signed for a ran-down apartment near the marina, just enough time to last the summer. For being near strangers, the two have found a certain groove to living together. Neither of them pry into each other’s lives, and they switch off-and-on for ordering pizza on late nights. If it wasn’t for the really weird smell that come off the marina when the fishermen come in from a catch, it’d be a perfect situation.

RACHEL BERRY. With Rachel being more than skeptical of the mysterious stranger in Dent and Jake being less than prepared to handle someone as high-strung as Rachel -- it was clear from the beginning that the two of them would get off on the wrong foot. An accidental run-in on the street quickly became a long string of questions and deflections until the two of them had decided their opinions of each other. With the new knowledge that Jake shouldn’t interrupt Rachel when she goes on a roll with words, and Rachel has learned that her typical line of questioning doesn’t seem to work with him... yet. As much as she wants to know why someone would willingly come to Dent and choose to stay, it’s becoming a balancing act between her curiosity and desire not to drive herself crazy.

MARLEY ROSE. The stranger that wandered into Dent, it was a more notable event than Jake gives it credit for. Mysterious in the reasons he ended up in the small town that could bore any person to the bone, Marley was apprehensive when Millie hired him on to help with the Rose property. Expecting him to leave within the week, it had since been almost three weeks that Jake had been in town. His presence at the home has been more familiar, and the help becoming more appreciated as Marley is able to release some of her own commitments to the work. Still, even as they pass with polite smiles, the two have barely had moments to talk alone.

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kaitlinj16 · 6 years

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"You know, the smallest thing can change your life. In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance, when you least expect it... Sets you on a course that you never planned... Into a future you never imagined. Where will it take you?" - Logan Thibault

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Posted: 09 Nov 2019 11:33 PM PST

Whitney Houston’s best friend, Robyn Crawford, publicly reveals that the two woman shared a romantic relationship in her new memoir, ‘My Song For You: My Life with Whitney Houston’

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Paralyzed Man Learns To Walk Again, Thanks To Sci-Fi-Like, Mind-Controlled Technology

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KSI beats Logan Paul in YouTube grudge match by split decision

Posted: 09 Nov 2019 10:33 PM PST

British YouTube star KSI has defeated arch rival Logan Paul in a closely fought contest at the Staples Center in Los Angeles as they bidded to settle the rivalry that has ensued both camps.

via https://youtu.be/ZCQVSphx_rk

Victims killed in Mormon massacre were shot at point-blank range by Mexican cartel gunmen

Posted: 09 Nov 2019 10:33 PM PST

Some of the three mothers and six children, who were members of a Mormon community in Mexico, were shot at point-blank range by cartel gunmen while driving on a highway in the state of Sonora

via https://youtu.be/ZCQVSphx_rk

Broadway actress Laurel Griggs dies at the young age of 13

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Adam Schiff rejects Republican demands for whistleblower to testify publicly in impeachment hearings

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You know the smallest thing can change your life, in the blink of an eye something happens by chance when you least expect it, [that] sets you on a corse you never planed, into a future you never imagined, where will it take you, that’s the journey of our lives, are search for the light, but sometimes finding that light means you must pass through the deepest darkness – Logan Thibault, The Lucky…

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 years

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Miracles Happen–Logan Thibault

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When Logan got drafted, he was extremely worried about leaving me behind. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I wish it was. Then that way, I'd have a few more days with him.

I tried to be supportive, but how supportive can a girl be knowing she may never see her fiancé again?

The night before he left, I couldn't sleep. I still remember how it felt to lay in his arms, tears consistently streaming down my face. When he woke up, I continued to act like nothing was wrong. It wasn't until the drive to the airport that he finally spoke up.

~•~

"I know something's wrong," he whispered.

I took a shaky breath when he reached over and grabbed my hand, instantly intertwining our fingers.

"I don't want you to go," I said, barely audible.

"Y/N," he sighed.

"I know that serving is a great thing and risking your life for the country is honorable but. . . I can't lose you."

The sob I've been hiding from him all this time finally escaped. He scooted as close to me as he could and pulled me into his chest. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

"I will come home to you," he whispered earnestly. "I promise."

~•~

"We're so sorry, Ms. Y/N," the private apologized. His sergeant sent him a glare before clearing his throat.

"We will continue looking for Thibault's unit, but it would take a miracle to bring him home."

I was numb as they stood up. I stood up and escorted them out. Before they left, the young private stopped. He turned around and sent me a small smile.

"You never know," he said softly. "Miracles happen."

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning and immediately looked at the empty spot on the bed next to me. That's when reality hit me.

The army had lost contact with Logan's entire unit. My fiancé was missing in action.

I covered my mouth, the sob making my throat burn. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around them. I spent the next three weeks in bed.

My family and friends tried to cheer me up, but nothing worked. I didn't want it to work. The army tried to reassure me that they would continue looking for my fiancé, but they weren't entirely optimistic. They couldn't even pretend to believe that they were going to find him.

Eventually, I knew I couldn't go on like this. I found a counseling group that gathers once a week. It's full of people who have lost loved ones. Some of them were like me who lost someone to the war, while others had lost a loved one to some kind of illness.

Three months later, I was still going to group grief counseling but it wasn't helping much. I sat in my chair, playing with my fingers as people shared how they were improving.

"What about you, Y/N? How are you doing?"

I looked up to see everyone looking at me with encouraging smiles. I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I uncrossed my legs to instantly recross them.

"Well," I said, my voice getting caught in my throat again. "As you know, Logan's unit went missing a few months ago. Of course they sent people down to talk to me and apologize and promise that they are doing everything to find him but. . ."

I looked around the group to see a few people nodding as if they understood why the promise meant nothing.

"It's been three months," I continued. "I thought it would get easier but it's only gotten harder. I listen to all of your stories about getting better and it's wonderful, truly. I'm happy for all of you. I just. . . When is it my turn? When am I going to be able to get up in the morning without tears streaming down my face? When am I going to be able to go throughout my day without feeling like my heart is in another country? When am I going to be happy again?"

The room was completely silent when I finished. I stood up and ran out of the room before anyone could tell me that everything was going to be okay.

The next week it felt like I got worse instead of getting better. Whenever I started to think about leaving the house, my depression stopped me. I worked from home, so staying home wasn't that much of a problem.

Even before Logan was enlisted, I worked as a writer for an online company, allowing me to work from home. After we got engaged and decided to move in together, Logan turned one of our spare bedrooms into an office for me.

"Hi, sweetie."

"Hi, Mom," I said slowly. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was worried you haven't been eating so I brought lunch."

Before I could object, she walked into the kitchen and started preparing lunch for us. As we ate, I didn't talk.

"So," Mom said, clearing her throat. "Are you still attending that group counseling session every week?"

"I am," I said, halfheartedly.

"Is it working?" She pushed.

"Not really," I scoffed. "It's just sitting and listening to how other people got over their grief. I leave more depressed than when I walked in."

"Sweetie," she sighed.

"Please don't," I said, my breath getting caught in my throat. "I am so tired of people telling me to let it go or move on. I can't. Don't you get it? I love Logan more than anything in the world. Losing him. . . The idea of him never coming home. . . There's nothing worse."

Mom reached across the table and grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "We didn't mean to force you to move on. It just. . . It breaks my heart seeing you like this, sweetie. Your father and I want nothing more to help you but, the truth is, there's nothing we can say or do to make any of this better."

* * * * *

After Mom left, I couldn't help but think about Logan. He's all I think about. The next couple of days, I thought about what Mom said. She was right. There's nothing anyone can do to make this better. The only thing would be if they found him.

I decided to go to the next therapy session today. I was embarrassed with my blow-up last time but working through everything is going to take time.

I opened the door, my breath getting caught in my throat when I saw a tired soldier on my doorstep. My eyes filled with tears as I took in the sight of my tired fiancé.

"Logan?" My voice broke as my eyes filled with tears.

"Hi, baby," he whispered.

I jumped into his arms, dropping my keys and my bag on the floor. Logan laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer into his chest and holding me tightly.

Tears streamed down my face as I held my fiancé. I felt Logan take a shaky breath as he tightened his hold on me.

"I don't understand," I stuttered as I slowly pulled out of his embrace, my arms still wrapped around him. "They said. . . I thought. . . They weren't sure. . . I can't believe you're home."

Logan smiled as he reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand, wiping a tear off my face with his thumb.

"I've missed you so much, darling."

I grabbed his face and roughly pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile as he started kissing me back. Our lips moved in sync as we held each other.

I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his. We stayed in each other's arms as we caught our breaths.

"I'm so happy you're home, baby," I whispered.

"Me too," he chuckled as he tightened his arms around my waist.

"Please," I stuttered. "Please don't ever leave me again. I can't. . . I barely. . . Please."

Logan leaned back and caught a fresh tear that escaped. He didn't let go of my face.

"I promise," he whispered. "I am never leaving you again, my love."

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 years

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*An Eager Homecoming–Logan Thibault

Warnings: public sex, getting caught kink, reunion sex, unprotected sex, language

I waited eagerly for Logan to come out of the terminal. He's been in the army for two years on assignment in Afghanistan. When I got the news that he was finally coming home, I couldn't believe it. I thought it was a dream until I got his last letter saying he'd be home in a week.

After 7 agitatedly long days, I was finally standing in the airport waiting for my husband. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest in anticipation. I sucked in a breath when I heard an announcement.

"International Flight 108 connecting from Chicago has arrived in Terminal B. Baggage Claim 19."

I looked around and found baggage claim 19. I nervously started picking at my nails as I waited. I had no reason to be nervous about seeing my husband after two years, but I still found myself on edge the entire time I waited.

The second I saw the army pants, I knew it was Logan. I held my breath as the escalator slowly revealed my husband. Even from across the airport, I could see how tired he was. We made eye contact, my tears finally falling. Things seemed to slow down as he stepped off the escalator and walked through the 4 pm crowd.

When he got through the crowd of people thanking him for his service, he stopped inches from me. We didn't break eye contact as he dropped his duffel bag.

Without saying anything, he pulled me into his chest and pressed his lips to mine. We both had tears streaming down our faces as our lips moved in sync. The longer we kissed, the more heated it got.

"Baby," I moaned, breaking the kiss.

I looked into his eyes, taking him in. He smiled as he reached up and caught a tear with his thumb. I opened and closed my mouth, not sure how to express how happy I was to see him. I soon decided that there was only one thing I could say that would sum it all up.

"I love you, Logan."

Those few words made him smile. He tightened his arms around me, pulling me in closer to his chest.

"I love you too, Y/N."

Hearing him say that, hearing him say my name after two years, made me break. I wrapped my arms around his neck, almost jumping on him. Logan laughed as he tightened his arms around my waist.

I didn't care about everyone staring at us, applauding, and whispering about what it must be like to see each other after all these years. All I cared about was my husband being back in my arms. Being able to hold him again, feel his arms around me, and kiss him is all I've been thinking about since the day he left.

I pulled out of the hug, grabbed his face, and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smirk against my lips as he started kissing me back. Before things could get too heated, Logan broke it and leaned his forehead against mine. We were both out of breath as we stared at each other.

"I have to go to the bathroom," he whispered under his breath.

I chuckled as I grabbed his hand and smirked. "Right this way," I said softly.

Without looking away from me, he leaned down and grabbed his bag. We made our way through the airport towards the family bathroom. I looked around before opening the door and pulling him in behind me. The second the door shut, Logan turned me around and pulled me into his chest.

He smirked down at me, his eyes glossy. As he leaned against the bathroom door with me tightly in his arms, he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. His hand lingered on my cheek the longer he stared at me.

"I've missed you so much, baby," he whispered.

"I've missed you too," I said, my breath getting stuck in my throat.

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to mine. I bit my lip as he took a shaky breath, slightly rubbing our noses together. I reached up and grabbed his face, gently pulling him away from me. I looked into his eyes, catching a tear with my thumb.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Is there something you wanna talk about?"

"No," he said, shaking his head.

"Are you sure?" I wanted to double-check. "I know I may not fully understand what happened over there, but I'll still listen and maybe I can say something comforting or do something. I don't know. I just want to help."

"You are helping," he reassured me. "Just seeing you made everything better."

"Logan," I said, my voice soft. "I don't want you thinking you can't open up to me. I may not be able to help, but I can listen."

"I will," he instantly reassured. "Just not right now. Right now, I want to make love to my beautiful wife."

I gasped as he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. We didn't waste any time. As our lips moved hungrily in sync, Logan turned us around and pressed me up against the bathroom door.

The room filled with moans as Logan put me back on my feet and we started to undress each other. Soon we were in our underwear. Logan pulled away and looked down at my body.

"Damn," he groaned as he looked me up and down. "I've missed you so fucking much, baby girl."

"I've missed you too," I said as I ran my hands up and down his chest.

"I've done nothing but think about you," he moaned. "All night long."

"Really?" I smirked. I slid my hands up his chest, intertwining my fingers behind his head as I pushed myself up against him. "And what would you think about?"

He smirked as he tightened his arms around my waist, his hands gently caressing my ass.

"I replayed our last night together," he said, his voice low. "Over and over and over again."

As he repeated it, he massaged my ass. I tilted my head back as I leaned into his hands.

"I've missed these hands," I moaned as he let go of my ass and slid his hands up my back.

I gasped at the cold air as he unhooked my bra, letting it lazily fall to the floor. Logan let out a deep-throated moan as he looked at my exposed chest. He reached up and gently ran his thumbs across my breasts.

"I've missed these," he chuckled as he massaged my boobs. I leaned my head against the door as Logan leaned down and used his tongue to explore my exposed chest.

"We should probably," I gasped as Logan bit the skin of my breast. I bit my lip as he dragged his tongue up my body.

"I was thinking," he whispered, his breath tickling my neck. "Did you bring the car?"

"No, I brought your truck," I said between moans. He pulled away and smirked at me as I breathed heavily.

"Then what the fuck are we doing in an airport bathroom?"

* * * * *

I couldn't help but giggle as Logan led me through the parking garage, practically running to our truck. Once we found it, he tossed his duffel bag in the bed of the truck. I was about to get in the passenger side, but he stopped me by grabbing my hand. He intertwined our fingers as he opened the door to the backseat. I smirked at him as he nodded his head towards the truck.

Without a word, I got into the truck and laid down. I heard Logan moan as he climbed into the truck and shut the door behind him. He hovered over me, his knees on both sides of me.

"Undress," he ordered.

"Sir, yes, sir," I smirked.

We didn't break eye contact as we slowly started to undress. Soon, I was in only my bra and he was in his boxers. I sat up, our bodies inches apart. I grabbed his hips and brought him with me as I laid back down.

Logan leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. We started off soft but it soon got heavier and faster. Our tongues were battling for dominance and our hands were trying to touch every part of the other person as fast as we could move them.

"Holy fuck, Y/N," Logan moaned loudly.

I slipped my hands into his underwear, earning a groan as I dug my nails into his cheeks. I just giggled as I tore his underwear off. I gasped when he pressed his hardened member to my thigh. He started grinding down on my leg to help create friction. Logan started moaning as his erection grew.

"Come on, baby," I moaned. "I know what you want to do. Do it."

Before Logan could get any relief, there was a knock on our window. We looked at each other, holding in our laughter as Logan reached up and rolled the window down.

"Afternoon," the security guard greeted. I looked up to see him struggling to find where he should look.

"Hello," Logan said like we weren't naked in the backseat of our truck. "What can we do for you?"

"Well," the security guard awkwardly cleared his throat. "I. . . You can't. . . I'm going to have to ask you folks to finish. . . I mean, I'm going to have to ask you to head home."

"So sorry about that, sir," Logan said, not moving from on top of me. "We were a little eager. I've been overseas with the military and haven't seen my beautiful wife in two years."

"Oh," the security guard said. I held in my laughter as he cleared his throat again. "Well, thank you for your service."

He hesitated before turning on his heel and walking away. After the security guard left, we finally broke. Logan leaned down and pressed his forehead to my collar bone as we started laughing.

"That was embarrassing," Logan chuckled against my skin. I bit my lip when he pressed a teasing kiss to my collarbone, slightly sucking on the skin.

"Especially when he thanked you for your service." My comment made him laugh harder.

"At least you still had your bra on," he smirked. "I wouldn't have liked him looking at you."

"He got a good view of your ass though," I teased as I reached around and pinched his ass.

Logan just rolled his eyes as he pressed his lips to mine. Suddenly, he broke the kiss. I watched as he sat up a little, looking down at me.

"You really are a sight for sore, tired, deprived eyes," Logan said softly.

"I could say the same about you," I whispered as I reached up and cupped his cheek.

"I've missed you so fucking much, Y/N," he said as his voice broke. Before I could say anything, he leaned down and pressed his lips aggressively to mine. I moaned as I started moving my swollen lips in sync with his.

"Logan," I whispered between kisses. "We should go home before we get interrupted without actually doing anything. Again."

Logan finally broke the kiss but didn't get off of me. He studied my face, taking me in. I reached up and caught a tear as it escaped.

"You're home," I whispered. "You're not over there anymore. You're safe. We can go back to our lives together."

"I love you, Y/N. So much," he said so softly I almost missed it. "And I can't believe that I'm home."

"I love you too, baby."

* * * * *

The second I unlocked the door, I felt Logan wrap his arms around my waist. I moaned as he moved my dress strap aside and started kissing over the marks he left at the airport.

"What are you doing?" I giggled.

"We've been back together almost an hour and I still haven't been able to show my gorgeous wife how much I've missed her."

I turned around and grabbed his hand with a smirk on my face. I turned on my heel and led him upstairs to our bedroom. As soon as I opened the door to our room, I heard Logan moan. I turned around in the doorway, not bothering to hide my smirk.

"What's the matter, baby?" I asked, faking innocence.

"Get in there," he instructed through his teeth.

I sent him a wink as I turned on my heels and slowly walked into our room. I flirtatiously spun back towards him and sat on the small bench at the end of our bed, crossing my legs so my dress would slip up my legs and expose my thighs.

Logan's eyes glanced down at my legs and a deep-throated moan slipped out. He walked briskly towards me, not bothering to close our bedroom door. When he was standing in front of me, he roughly grabbed my hands and pulled me up to my feet.

I smirked as he took a step back and started taking off his clothes. He started with his jacket, then he kicked off his shoes. Once his shoes were discarded, he roughly undid his belt and shimmied out of his pants. I smirked when I could see the bulge in his underwear.

I glanced back up at him, watching him through my eyelashes as he took off his shirt. I bit my lip, holding back a moan when I saw his toned chests.

"Damn," I moaned. I reached up and gently danced my fingers up his abs. He used to have four but now my husband had a defined six-pack. "These got more toned. Oh! And you got two more."

"I sure did, baby," he groaned. "Just for you."

"Really?" I teased, dropping my hands. I placed them behind me and leaned back, sticking my chest out more for him. I smirked when I noticed him glance down at my cleavage. "Are you sure that wasn't for the army?"

"Absolutely not, baby girl," he moaned. "These were all for you."

As he said, "you", he pulled down his boxers, finally releasing his throbbing erection.

"Your turn," he said through his teeth.

I smirked as I slowly stood up, taking my time to tease him. I grabbed his bare shoulders and turned us around, us switching positions. I pushed him down until he was sitting where I just was. He put his hands on his legs, squeezing his knees and biting his lip as I took a small step back.

"Where are you going?" He asked under his breath.

"Relax, baby," I said in a breathy moan as I leaned down and placed my hands over his. He glanced down and watched my hands as I slid them up his bare thighs.

I slowly started to slide them back down as I continued, "I just want to make sure you can see everything."

I stood back up and smirked as I slowly grabbed the straps of my dress. In one swift movement, I slid my straps off my shoulders. Logan moaned as my dress fell off my shoulders and pooled at my feet.

"That's it, baby girl," he said breathlessly. "Keep going. I need to see my beautiful wife."

"Sir, yes, sir," I winked as I slipped out of my underwear and kicked them to the side.

Before I could unhook my bra, Logan stood up and pulled me into his chest. I moaned as our lips started heavily moving in sync. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and pulled my chest as close to his as I could get.

As we made out, Logan reached around me and unhooked my bra. We didn't break the kiss as I unwrapped my arms from his neck, slid my bra straps off my shoulders, and tossed my bra to the side.

I smirked into the kiss as Logan started walking us towards the bed. When we got to the edge of the mattress, I jumped into his arms and he instantly caught me.

He turned us around and gently laid me down. I moaned as he hovered over me, his lips never leaving mine. As our tongues fought for dominance, Logan reached up and cupped my right breast in his hand. I let out another moan as he started to massage it.

As he continued to massage my boob, he broke the kiss and started sucking on my neck. My eyes fluttered closed as he explored as much of my exposed skin as he could.

"Enough," I moaned. Logan pulled his lips away from my skin and looked down at me with a quizzical look.

"What? Baby. . ."

"Enough with the damn foreplay," I groaned.

I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me. My movements and his thrusts made him push into me. We both let out matching loud moans that echoed off our bedroom walls. I moved my hands from his hips to his ass and squeezed, forcing him into me. I arched my back as he took over and started thrusting harder.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned. "Damn, I've missed your tight little walls, baby girl."

"And I've missed your big member stretching me out," I said between my heavy breathing.

Our pace sped up until we were going faster and harder than we ever did before he left. We didn't go back to making out. Instead, we focused on intertwining our bodies as much as we could and watching each other as we did.

I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of my husband going in and out of me. The past few years, without him, have been unbelievably hard. Logan and I fell in love in college. After we met, we spent every day together. We were inseparable from the day we met until the day he got drafted.

"Logan," I gasped.

"You okay?" He asked, slightly pulling out of me.

"Baby I. . . I need. . ." I couldn't form words as I stared into the eyes that I've missed so much.

"Shit," he said, his eyes widening as he caught on to what I was struggling to say. "I'm so sorry, baby."

He pulled out of me and carefully laid next to me, his body still touching mine as he laid on his side. "I should've been gentler. . . I just. . . I got excited because I've missed you so much and. . ."

"It's okay," I said, clearing my throat to get rid of the lump that appeared. "It's not that I needed a break, babe. I just. . . I got to thinking. If something happened to you. . . We've been inseparable since the day we met and I kept thinking about what would happen if you didn't make it home."

"But I am home," he reassured me quickly. "I'm right here, Y/N. I made it home. And I am never going to leave you again."

"Promise?" I asked, my voice breaking. Logan leaned in and pressed his lips gently to mine. A tear escaped as I kissed him back. When he broke the kiss, his eyes softened as he reached up and caught my tear with his thumb.

"I promise, gorgeous," he said, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. "The longest I will leave you is to go to a normal, average, safe 9 to 5 job."

I looked at him for a second, letting out a sigh of relief. I grabbed his face and pulled his lips down to mine. Logan didn't waste any time. He instantly started kissing me back as he hovered back over me.

Within a few seconds, our bodies were intertwined and he was back to grinding into me. Our room filled with moans and swear words. The longer we were making love, the more intense our orgasms got.

"Oh, fuck, Sergeant Thibault," I moaned as I was struggling to resist reaching my peak.

"You like that, Mrs. Thibault?" He groaned as his movements started to slow which meant he was close to finishing too.

"Yes, sir."

We both gasped as we reached our peaks together. I laughed as he slightly collapsed on top of me.

"Holy fuck, baby girl," he groaned. "That was. . . I mean. . . Fuck."

"Better than I remember," I finished for him.

He leaned up onto his elbows, looking down at me with a smile on his face.

"You could say that again."

I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand, slightly rubbing his skin with my thumb.

"I've missed you so much, baby," I whispered, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"I've missed you too, Y/N."

"Please. . ." I stuttered.

"What?" He pushed. "Ask for anything and it's yours."

"Please don't leave me again. I barely got through the last few years. I couldn't take any more days without you."

He leaned down and pressed his swollen lips to mine in a soft kiss. When he broke the kiss, he placed a soft one on my nose before leaning back so I could see him.

"I am never leaving you again."

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Finally Home–Logan Thibault

Materlist

Logan's been gone for 3 years, 11 months, and 22 days. I tried not to keep track, but it was the only thing that helped me not think about the danger he could be in. Instead of focusing on it being another day that Logan was gone, I focused on it being another day he was alive.

I was sitting on our couch, working from home when Kasey, our german shepherd, ran up to me and jumped on my lap.

"Kasey," I sighed. "Mommy needs to finish this marketing report."

He whined as he laid his head on my keyboard. Logan and I got Kasey as a puppy right after we were married. It's been amazing having Kasey around since Logan left. With Kasey always being around, he helped distract from the loneliness. He even sleeps next to me so I don't have to focus on Logan not being here.

I ran my fingers through his fur as I tried to go back to my report. About an hour later, I couldn't handle being home anymore.

"Come on, baby," I sighed. "Let's go for a walk."

I giggled when that word made Kasey's ears perk up. He jumped off the couch and ran to the door where we kept his leash hanging. I stood up, slipped on my shoes, and followed him.

We went on our regular route of walking around the neighborhood. When we were almost back to the house, I noticed Kasey start to pull a little more.

"Kasey," I sighed. "I know Daddy usually takes you on runs, but Mommy. . ."

I gasped as Kasey's leash slipped out of my hand and he took off running down the street.

"Kasey!!"

I instantly started chasing after him around the corner. I froze as I watched Kasey run towards someone. My heart jumped into my throat when I noticed who he was running to.

"Logan?"

He looked up when he heard me say his name. I could see his smile from all the way down the street. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I ran over to him. He laughed and met me halfway, catching me as I jumped into his arms.

He wrapped his arms tightly around me as he picked me up and spun me around. When he put me back on my feet, I didn't let go of him.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I held my husband that I haven't seen in almost four years as close to my chest as I could. 18 months after we got married, Logan was drafted and sent out on assignment. The last time I saw Logan, I was dropping him off at an airport, not knowing when or if I would ever see him again.

I slowly let go of him, leaning out of the hug, and stared into the eyes I love and haven't seen in almost four years. I grabbed his face and brought his lips down to mine. I felt him smile as he started to kiss me back. The tears continued to stream down my cheeks as our lips moved in sync.

When I finally broke the kiss, I leaned my forehead against his. Neither one of us said anything as we caught our breaths. I leaned back, studying him through my watery eyes.

"Is this real?" I asked under my breath. "Are you really back? Are you really home? Or am I dreaming again?"

Logan chuckled as he tightened his arms around my waist. "It's real. I'm home, baby."

"Like home home?"

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I sighed as our lips immediately started moving in sync. Logan broke the kiss and smiled down at me.

"Home home," he chuckled. I let out a relieved chuckle as I cupped his face in my hands.

"I've missed you so much, baby," I whispered. "Four years is way too damn long. Ever since you left. . . I was so scared. . . Every time the phone rang. . . I thought. . . I thought I'd never see you again."

"Well," he smiled, "I'm back, babe. For good."

"For good?" I repeated.

"For good," he nodded, slightly laughing. "I am never leaving you again, Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too."

We were about to lean in for another kiss but laughed when Kasey wanted in on our hug.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one who missed you," I laughed as we finally broke apart. I crossed my arms over my chest and as Logan knelt down to pet Kasey. I watched with tears in my eyes as Kasey excitedly licked Logan's face.

I studied my husband, instantly noticing the weight on his shoulders. I knelt down next to him and cupped his cheek in my hand, making him look at me.

"I love you, Logan," I whispered.

"I love you too," he chuckled.

Even though he was smiling, I could tell that a lot was weighing down on him. I grabbed his hand and made him stand up. I quickly grabbed Kasey's leash as Logan grabbed his duffle bag. Hand-in-hand we walked down the street towards our house.

I laughed when Logan stopped and just stared at our house. My smile fell when I saw the look on his face.

"Everything okay, baby?"

Logan looked over at me, his smile returning. "I'm great, babe. I'm home. I'm back with you. Nothing could be better."

He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. I grabbed his face before he could pull away and deepened the kiss. I broke the kiss and stared into his eyes. I debated about saying something but decided against it at the last minute.

"Come on," I said instead. "Let's go inside."

When we walked in the door, Logan immediately dropped his pack. "Sorry," he chuckled. "I'll take that upstairs later. Right now, I want to. . ."

"Right now you need to take your wife upstairs," I laughed before grabbing his face and pressing his lips to mine.

Logan chuckled against my lips as he immediately deepened the kiss. Our lips moved in sync as I wrapped my arms around his neck and Logan wrapped his arms around my waist. I let out a soft moan as Logan pulled me tightly into his chest and pressed me up against the wall. He broke the kiss, both of us catching our breath as he stared intently into my eyes.

"You okay?" I whispered.

I reached up and gently moved his hair away from his face, my hands lingering on his cheeks. He reached up and grabbed my wrists, not pulling my hands away from his face. Logan sighed as he leaned his forehead against mine.

"I missed you so much, Y/N," he said, his voice breaking. "I can't. . . I don't think I can ever leave you again."

"Then don't."

* * * * *

I laid my head on Logan's bare chest, listening to his heart rate slowly return to normal. The entire time we were making love, Logan seemed different. It was the first time in almost four years, but I could tell something was on his mind.

I gently rubbed his chest, debating about talking to him. It was clear he was thinking about whatever happened over there, but I didn't want to pressure him into opening up to me before he was ready. Memories of my grandfather and his PTSD popped into my mind, making my heart drop.

I sat up on my elbow, grabbing the blanket and covering my chest. "You okay?" Logan asked.

I looked over at him as I nervously bit my bottom lip. "Do you remember my Grandpa Peter?"

"Yeah," he said slowly as he sat up.

I sighed before sitting up and turning towards him. I smiled as he leaned down and handed me his shirt. I slipped it over my head as I gathered the courage to talk to him about this.

"Well, I've been thinking. . . And maybe this is none of my business. Maybe. . . Maybe we should forget it, get dressed, and go to dinner."

"Y/N," Logan cut me off as he grabbed my hand, stopping me from getting out of bed. He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "It's alright, baby. Just say whatever is on your mind."

I looked up at him, studying his eyes. "Well, he had really bad PTSD after he came home from war. My grandma said he was never the same man. She once told me that she wished he had opened up to her about what he went through and maybe it would've helped him get past it. Not that they were having marriage problems because of his PTSD but. . ."

"Y/N," Logan cut me off again. "What's going on?"

"You're different," I blurted out. "I just mean. . . I'm sorry, baby, but I can tell that something is weighing you down. You're smiling, but you're eyes are saying something different. I don't want to pressure you, but I want to help you. You're my husband and I love you. I just want to make sure you know that I love you and I'm always here for you. I don't want you to feel like you're on your own or like I won't understand. I will! My brother is in the marines, my dad was in the air force, my grandpa was in World War II. Even my great grandfather went to war. Every man in my family has enlisted or gone to war and I don't want you thinking I don't understand. I do, baby. Or at least, I could try. I mean, I could listen and. . ."

Logan cut me off by leaning over, cupping my cheek as he pressed his lips to mine. As our lips moved in sync, I felt a tear slide down his cheek. I broke the kiss, my eyes watering as I saw the tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "The things I saw. . . I didn't want to burden you. I wanted to keep you as far away from that world as possible. It was terrible. . . The things I saw. . . You're too good for all of that."

"Hey," I sighed. "I'm your wife, Logan. When we got married, we agreed to take each other's burdens as our own. Which means my problems are yours and your problems are mine. I will be here to help you through every PTSD moment, anxiety attack, nightmare, sleepless night, and anything else that comes our way."

"But. . ." He stuttered.

"But nothing," I cut him off. "I love you, Logan."

"I love you too, Y/N," he sighed. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I felt him genuinely smile as our lips moved in sync. I giggled against his lips as he laid us back down without breaking the kiss.

Logan slowly pulled out of the kiss, staring down at me. He sighed as he reached down and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I've missed you so much, baby," he whispered.

"I've missed you too."

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allthingsfangirl101 · 4 years

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M.I.A.–Logan Thibault

It's been a year and a half since Logan left to join the army. While he was in Afghanistan, his unit was taken captive. When I got the phone call, I felt like a part of me had died. I couldn't breathe, the room was spinning, and I felt like the world was ending.

I barely moved for the next three months. My job put me on leave out of respect and I refused to go anywhere. Eventually, I gathered the courage to leave my house. Even though I started going to work, I went to the store, and I left the house more, I wasn't the same. I wasn't happy.

Friends and family tried to reach out to me, but I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle their apologetic words or their pitiful gazes. It got too much. So, as soon as work was over, I'd run a few errands and go straight home.

I didn't socialize with people. I didn't go out and I didn't invite anyone over. They seemed to understand. And if they didn't, they kept it to themselves.

A year and a half later, I was still in a daze. I went to work feeling numb. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd always be like this.

* * * * *

After a long day at work, all I wanted to do was change into a pair of sweatpants and drink an entire bottle of wine while watching a sappy rom-com. I pulled into the driveway, my car's headlights shining on someone. It took me a second to realize who it was.

I immediately threw my car in park and jumped out. Logan laughed as I ran towards him and jumped in his arms. I started to violently sob as I held my husband who's been MIA for 18 months.

"You're home," I said through my sobs. "I can't believe. . . I thought you were. . . They told me. . ."

When I let out a violent sob, Logan tightened his arms around me. I buried my face in his neck, my tears falling onto his shirt. He laughed as he started slightly swaying us.

I wasn't sure how long we were holding each other in the driveway, but I didn't care. Logan was the first one to pull out of the hug. He looked down at me as he reached up and wiped my tears away.

"It's okay, baby," he said, his voice soft. "I'm here."

I cut him off and grabbed his face, pressing my lips to his. I felt him laugh as he started kissing me back. Without breaking the kiss, Logan leaned down and picked me up.

I moaned as he put me on the hood of the car. Our lips moved messily in sync as he stood between my legs. I let out another moan as he pulled away from my lips and started kissing my neck.

"Logan," I moaned as he found my sweet spot.

"I've missed you so much, baby," he groaned. I grabbed his face and brought his lips to mine. Our lips immediately started moving messily in sync.

"Baby," I gasped, breaking the kiss. I looked up at him, my eyes filling with tears. He smiled as he reached up and caught them.

"I'm home," he said slowly.

"And you're never leaving me again?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Never."

* * * * *

Logan and I laid on our bed in each other's arms. My head was resting over his heart, his heartbeat sounding like music. I closed my eyes and focused on his breathing.

"What time is it?" Logan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I leaned up and looked at the clock on his nightstand.

"It's almost 7."

"Damn," he laughed. I didn't have to look to know he was smirking. "We've been in bed for over an hour."

I laughed as I snuggled into his chest. "Well, you were MIA for a year and a half. Can you blame me?"

"Nope," he said, popping the p as he tightened his arms around me. "I'm surprised we didn't go longer."

I playfully hit his chest as he laughed. I gasped, it turning into a giggle as Logan rolled us over so he was hovering over me. He was about to lean down and kiss me but something made him stop.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently.

"I just. . . I've had this dream–you finally coming home–hundreds of times. And I'm terrified of waking up," I said as a tear escaped. He immediately reached forward and caught it.

"Baby," he soothed. "I am never leaving you again. I promise. I can't imagine what it was like for you, not knowing if I'd ever come home and I am so sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I thought about you every single day. You were the reason I made it out. You were why I held on for as long as I did. You gave me a reason to keep getting up and fighting to live another day. I had to live. For you."

I grabbed his face and roughly pulled him down to me. I kissed him as tears streamed down my face. As quickly as I initiated it, I broke the kiss. I looked up at my husband, taking him in. I sighed as I sat up, making Logan sit up too.

"Baby?" He asked. "Are you okay?"

"No," I said, my voice breaking. "I'm not."

"What's going on?" He asked as he sat next to me and reached over, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I feel guilty."

"Guilty?"

"Of course," I said, wrapping the blanket around me. "You just said you can't imagine what it was like for me. But what about you? You were missing, presumed dead, for 18 months. What happened to you? I doubt that it was a summer getaway. I mean. . . Did they hurt you? What did they do to you for a year and a half? We should talk about this. There must be things you have to work through and. . ."

Logan cut me off by leaning over and pressing his lips to mine. Before the kiss could get too heated, he broke it.

"Baby," he whispered. "You're right. When they found us and we were on our way back home, I couldn't think straight. I had agreed to see a therapist and work through it all, but. . ."

"But what?" I stuttered.

"The second I pulled up to the house, our house, it went away. And the second I had you back in my arms, none of it mattered. All I needed was you. Seeing you, holding you, kissing you, being with you made me forget about everything that happened."

"Honey," I said, my voice breaking. Logan just smiled as he shook his head, smiling at me.

"As long as I have you, I'll be fine."

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Sending You Home–Logan Thibault

Inspired by: "Meet Me Inside" and "That Would Be Enough" from Hamilton.

Logan's POV

After high school, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Instead of going to college, I worked for a year. While I was trying to figure out what my next step would be, I met Y/N.

Two months after I met her, I finally gathered the courage and asked her on a date. After we had been together for three years, I asked her to marry me. The day before I had planned to ask her, I was busy having an anxiety attack about proposing. When I finally got down on one knee, she didn't hesitate to say yes.

Y/N and I were about to reach our two-year wedding anniversary when I was drafted. Leaving Y/N was the hardest thing I've ever done. For the past 14 months, I've been overseas while Y/N's been back at home. I write her letters every day, but other than that we don't have much communication.

The distance was hard on both of us, but Y/N had a harder time with me putting myself in dangerous situations. In every letter she wrote, she signed it begging me to come home to her.

Seven weeks ago, we were lucky enough to go home. When I returned, Y/N and I spent every day together. Sadly, I was only home for a week before we got word of a possible threat to a town near our camp. I was on a flight out the next morning.

I was in the middle of reading through a file, continually distracted by the picture of Y/N and me on our wedding day I had by my cot. I looked up when someone cleared their throat.

"The lieutenant wants to see you," one of the other soldiers in my platoon said with little emotion.

I sighed as I stood up and walked through the campsite, heading towards his office tent. I hesitated before slowly opening the tent flap.

"You asked to see me, sir?"

"Yes," he nodded. He put down the letter he was reading and signaled for me to come in. I closed the flap behind me and sat down across from his desk. I started to feel a little nervous when I saw the way he was looking at me.

"I'm sending you home," he said, quickly getting to the point.

"What?" I asked, not sure I heard him correctly.

"I'm relieving you of duty and sending you home as soon as possible," he said as he folded his arms on his desk.

"Did I do something wrong?" I stuttered. "I don't think I've done anything. . ."

"Thibault," he ordered. I cleared my throat as he leaned back in his chair. "Now, I wouldn't be sending you home without a viable reason."

"I know, sir," I said softly.

"I got a letter from your wife," he said, his voice changing.

My heart dropped into my stomach. "Y/N? She. . . She sent you a letter?"

"She did," he nodded. "She sent me a letter, asking me if there was any way I could send you home."

"Y/N," I stuttered. "Y/N wanted you to send me home? Is she. . . Is she hurt, sir? Did something happen?"

"She's fine," he said quickly. I watched as his normal "Lieutenant Glare" turned into a smile.

"Logan," he said, his voice soft. "You're going to be a father."

* * * * *

I opened the door, greeted by the homey decorations Y/N put up in our front loft. I smiled as I closed the door behind me. I walked into our kitchen, my breath getting stuck in my throat when I saw the positive pregnancy test on the counter. I picked it up, not aware of the front door opening as tears instantly started forming.

"Logan?" I heard from softly behind me.

I turned around, still holding the pregnancy test. The tears threatened to fall as I saw Y/N standing in the doorway with her hands full of shopping bags.

"You're. . . You're home," she stuttered. I smiled as I looked down to see the shopping bags were from the baby store at the mall. I looked back up at her, unable to stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks.

"Luiteneant Jack got your letter," I said softly. "And he released me of my duties and sent me home."

"He did?" She asked under her breath.

I nodded as the tears finally escaped. She smiled, happy tears streaming down her cheeks. I ran towards her, Y/N instantly dropping the bags and jumping into my arms when I got to her. She giggled as I spun us around. I put her down but didn't let her go.

"You're pregnant," I whispered.

The second I said those two words, Y/N let out a half-giggle, half-cry and tightened her arms around me. I pulled away and cupped her cheeks in my hands. I chuckled before pressing my lips to hers. I broke the kiss and scanned her face, taking her in.

"How um. . . When did you. . . I'm just so happy," I chuckled. Y/N giggled as I led her into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Tell me," I said eagerly.

"Tell you what?" Y/N chuckled.

I reached across the table and took both of her hands in mine. "Everything," I whispered.

Y/N giggled as she started, "I've been feeling kind of sick recently so I went to my doctor. She ran some tests and told me I was about six weeks pregnant."

"Six weeks?" I repeated. It took me a second before it suddenly hit me. I stood up and turned towards her with wide eyes. "The night before I left to head back to camp we. . ."

"Clearly didn't use protection," she chuckled as she stood up.

I pressed my lips to hers in another kiss. She giggled against my lips as I picked her up and spun us around. I put her down and finally broke the kiss. I leaned my forehead against hers, slightly rubbing our noses together.

"You're carrying my baby" I whispered, laughing like a little kid.

She pulled away and sighed as she looked at our feet. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I know how important what you do is, I just. . . I started to get scared about being pregnant and you always being gone and then I started to worry about what would happen if you got hurt or worse. . . I know I should've written you that letter. But I. . ."

I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. We instantly started moving our lips in sync as I pulled her closer to me.

"It's okay," I whispered, breaking the kiss. "I'm glad you wrote him and he told me. I'm also kind of glad that he relieved me. I was confused at first but when he told me that we were having a baby, I. . ." I stuttered, my excitement enabling my ability to speak.

"We're having a baby," she giggled.

"I'm out."

"Wait, what?" Y/N stuttered as she took a step back.

"Of the army," I quickly clarified. "I'm officially leaving the army and coming home. I am not going to let you raise our baby alone. Not just alone but worried I may never come home. When we got married, I promised that I wasn't going to leave you. And I mean it. I'm not going to leave you or our child. Ever."

Y/N giggled as her eyes filled with tears. "I love you, Logan."

"I love you too, Y/N."

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