pairing: john logan x fem!reader (garrett's sister)
summary: you have known john logan since you first came to briar u. he became a constant in your life, as he was a constant in your brother's life. developing a crush on him felt easy, perhaps the easiest thing that you had ever done. however john logan was two things: your brothers best friend, and plainly not interested in you. at least, you don't think he is? it's easy to pass off the flirting and lingering stares as it simply being who he was. was it though? or was there something more.
characters included: fem!reader (garrett's sister), john logan, garrett graham, dean di laurentis, hannah wells, allie hayes, john tucker, mentions of phil graham
warnings: there is brief mentions & alluding to child abuse
summary: you meet him on accident when the faucet in your small apartment had broke and a friend had suggested him as a handyman. you never expected the romance that would have blossomed from that. how he would have asked for your number, even after you daughter had extended his work time by constantly stealing his tools. now it's been a couple of months, and you can't help the way that you have fallen in love with him just as he can't help the way that he had fallen in love with the two of you.
author note: this is just a cute lil one shot idea i had! pls enjoy!
your books are sprawled across the tiny kitchen table as you pour over them trying to study for your midterm. however, every so often there is a ring of laughter that blossom's through the house and you can't help but focus on the sound of it for just a moment. how those tiny giggles would reverberate across the walls and settle somewhere comfortably in your chest.
he was always so good with her.
you had met him almost a year ago, back when your daughter was only 2 years old and insistent on getting into everything that she could. he came highly recommended by one of your friends as one of the cheapest and best handymen across campus. she had given you his number, and he was quick to schedule a time to come over the following day.
you had tried your best to keep your daughter, ellie, out of his tool bag. it was just that she was faster than she looked, and had this way of sneaky away from you at any moment. you expected him to be annoyed with her and swear to never come back. however, he was sweet to her and even tried to include her. asking her hand him things and showing her what he was fixing.
he was sweet, and it was refreshing. it made accepting his date proposal easy. perhaps the easiest thing that you had ever done.
everything that came after was a whirlwind. the two of you fell into this perfectly blissful relationship, and he was so good with ellie. he took time to focus on her and build a relationship of their own. it was something that you always worried would never happen. which, isn't to say that were mad about it. you were content with it being just you and her. especially given that she was the reason you were doing all of this.
that being said, you can't deny the relief and joy that you felt when you realized that it didn't have to be just you and her.
it became the three of you. he hadn't moved in yet, but he was over all the time. enough that it felt normal and comfortable to have him there. he also watched her on his own when you wanted to see your friends or had a study group. the two of you went to his games and hung out at his house with his roommates. it was easy how integrated he became in your lives, and vice versa.
so it wasn't shocking when he said he would be over to entertain her and care for her while you studied for your midterm. he knew how terrible three has been with her. how she opted for destruction over a quiet playtime. it made studying easy, and you weren't entirely sure how you would do it without him. honestly, every day you feel more and more thankful for him.
"good news," the words break through the room as you look up at see john as he makes his way over to the table, "i wore her out and now she finally napping." he settles in to the chair next to you, head tilting to the side as he looks at your biology text book. it takes him a moment before he reaches forward and closes it in front of you.
"hey," you protest, eyebrows knitting together as you turn to face him. there he sits with that stupidly cute smile of his. the one that always makes your heart leap into your throat. "i was reading that," you continue, a stern tone taking over your voice.
"well, i think you need a break," he teases, his smile beginning to look more like a mischievous smirk. you can't help but melt when he gives you that look. you watch as he leans forward and kisses you softly, another thing that causes you to melt.
then he pulls away, but he still stays close enough that he is the only thing that you can focus on. there is a pout that overtakes your face momentarily the moment that his lips are no longer on yours. john can't help the way that he laughs at the sight before asking, "are you hungry?"
"if i say no, will you go back to kissing me?"
"unfortunately, babe, no," he says with a half laugh, "because i know when you are lying. want me to go pick up something from malones?"
"um, no," you say with a slight scowl, "i am not letting you leave this house."
"fine, pizza it is," he adds before moving to get up and go grab his phone from the living room. however your hand wraps around his wrist and you force him to stop walking. his body turns towards yours with a quizzical look, and your hand reaches up to grip onto the collar of his shirt. you then pull him down towards you and kiss him again.
your lips find his, and you kiss him in a way that is heavy and hungry. it's easy, the way your tongue slips past his lips as you deepen the kiss. his hand wraps behind the back of your head and tangles in your hair as he pulls you closer, eager to have you as close to him as possible.
then, you pull away, but you keep him close, "so pizza?," you ask teasingly, "you want to spend this break with her napping eating pizza?"
a frustrated sigh leaves him then and a hand scrubs across his face, and you can see the battle he is waging upon himself. for he has always been the kind of boyfriend that wanted to take care of you. the one to make sure you are sleeping and eating. "babe," his voice trails off then and you can see the desire hidden right behind his eyes.
"yes?" you ask back, biting down on your bottom lip as you look up at him. it seems to be enough to break him, because he reaches down to lift you up from your seat and throw you over his shoulder. there is a laugh that escapes you then, a giggle that fills the room as he starts to make the all too familiar walk back to your bedroom.
you won. though, that isn't surprising, because you always win.
author note: im at work & missing them so here is some headcanons i had! hoping to get part 8 of the fic out tonight 🤞
✨ lil grahamsy is a nickname that dean came up with one night when drunk at a party. he was so drunk that he nearly forgot who you were & tried to flirt with you. garrett has annoyingly reminded him that you were his sister & dean said something along the lines of “oh right! lil grahamsy” and it just stuck
✨ up to this point (part 7) there is a grand total of three people who know about your secret relationship. allie who saw logan leaving your room @ the cabin & then told him that she knew at the party in part 7. dean who found out when allie accidentally let it slip during their drive back to campus after the cabin trip. and tuck who (as happily told both dean & allie when they realized he knew) has eyes. the three have a betting pool on how long it takes for garrett to figure it out.
✨ garrett will never tell you, but you always reminded him of your mom.
✨ you always try to get john to let you drive the truck, but he always rambles about how precious it is to him and how he has been in a car with you and it… wasn’t great.
✨ it really does take a lot of restraint for the two of you to keep your hands off one another in public, which is why there is always those lingering discreet touches when you think no one is looking. the reason, you have discovered, is actually because you are very clingy. in the way that you always have to be touching him in some way, and john will never admit that he likes it but…
✨ the hoody that garrett caught you wearing is definitely not the only thing you have stolen from john. there is at least one practice jersey & another hoody hidden in your closet somewhere
✨ in my head the mc is a stem major, but that is just bc im a science girly… i left it open ended for ur interpretation!!
✨ you, hannah, and allie all became such fast friends & now you regularly do girl nights going out to bars and singing karaoke
✨ you love to binge watch tv. somehow john got hooked (despite him saying he didnt) on a few of your favorite shows. for me it’s one tree hill, but that is also up to your interpretation
✨ you really love forcing him listen to your girly pop when you are in his truck, and you swear he almost likes it.
🥰 thats all for now, but ill update this list when i come up with more! pls feel free to drop any headcanons that you have! or just gush about these ones/the fic!!
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6
pairing: john logan x fem!reader (garrett's sister)
word count: 3.2k
summary: you have known john logan since you first came to briar u. he became a constant in your life, as he was a constant in your brother's life. developing a crush on him felt easy, perhaps the easiest thing that you had ever done. however john logan was two things: your brothers best friend, and plainly not interested in you. at least, you don't think he is? it's easy to pass off the flirting and lingering stares as it simply being who he was. was it though? or was there something more.
author note: i know i said this wasn't coming until later this week but then i kept thinking about the ending scene and i just... had to type it out.. but it is 11:20 pm so i definitely am not proofreading!!
the weekend goes by in a flash, and neither of you mention that first night. nor do you bring up the three words that fell from your lips in a drunken confession before sleep took you. rather, you go on as you were. stolen touches under the table and in your bedroom when no one was looking. tracing patterns on your shoulder as his arm is lazily slung over the back of the couch while everyone drinks, argues, and plays games.
even down to the night that he snuck into your room well after everyone had fallen asleep. when tuck was snoring, likely dreaming of some girl back in texas that he as babbling about earlier in the night after finding her instagram. when the cabin went completely quiet and his footsteps were hidden beneath the howling of the wind outside.
he didn't rap on your door this time, but rather slowly turned the knob before letting himself in. quietly he made his way to the bed, lowering himself down next to you and wrapping you in his arms, "what are you doing?," you asked, confusion lacing your words as you speak.
"i missed you," he whispers, a kiss falling onto your lips as he speaks.
"this is dangerous," you say then, pulling back with a concerned look on your face. his eyes meet yours for a moment, and you can't help the way that you get lost in them.
"who cares?" the two words fall between you for a moment, and you can tell that he means them. tell that the risk seems worth it to him despite the months you both spent laying low and honoring the pact you made to keep it a secret.
"i care," you say, words soft and low as you speak, "and garrett will definitely care if he finds out."
there is a beat of silence that falls between you then. the only sound in the room being a mix of the howling wind and your ragged breathes. you can feel his heart beat in his chest as it's pressed flush against your own. then a sigh falls from his lips, "just give me a few hours, please," there is a pleading in his tone that you are utterly unfamiliar with, "and then he doesn't have to know. our secret, remember?"
our secret. the mantra you have had blasting in your head over and over and over for months now.
"fine," you say with a teasing eyeroll, "but only because i am very cold in this bed." there is a laugh that escapes him, once of those perfectly melodic laughs that always seems to find it's way into your bloodstream and course through your entire body.
he pulls you closer, and you feel so at home in his arms that you wish he didn't have to leave. that the few hours would extend until forever, even if you know that it isn't possible. even if you know the way that the betrayal of it all would reverberate through out the house in the morning.
even still, you find a way to fall asleep in his arms. as if they were home enough to make you forget how the bed was lumpy and uncomfortable, feeling so unlike your own.
when you wake, for a moment there is a hope that he is there. he isn't, and you knew he wouldn't be. you don't know when he left, all you do know that the bags under his eyes seem more prominent when you spot him in the kitchen for breakfast.
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life goes back to normal once you all make it back to briar. the boys go back to practice, and you back to filling your break with silly hobbies and binging a lot of shows. john finds his way to your dorm almost every night. once he off handedly mentioned how tucker had asked where he was going every day, and he had lied and said he picked up some extra handyman gigs that left him more busy than usual.
you try not to think into it too much. if only for the fact that you know he could have told a half truth. could have said he might have a new girlfriend that he wasn't ready to introduce. except, there is that word again: girlfriend. the thing he hasn't called you, the word you are too scared to bring up. perhaps his lie was better, it came with less expectations.
you were busy working on a crocheting project (a new hobby of yours, you can't decide if you hate it or not) one saturday afternoon when your phone aggressively begins to buzz next to you. you set down the yarn and hook, and pick it up to find that john had texted you.
john: you coming to the party after the game tonight? or are you going to be too busy with your old lady crafts?
you: can you shut up?
john: you didn't answer my question.
you: i'm only going if you win
john: great, cyat
you: ... do you mean, see you then?
they won the game, but that doesn't shock you. the team they were going against wasn't really all that good. if they had lost, you genuinely would have been shocked. even still, you find yourself on the edge of your seat for the entire game. cheering for every goal, and winking at john each time that he notices you in the stands.
you are so caught up in the joy of the game that you nearly miss the look that logan gives your father when he spots him in the parking lot. a look that is so recognizable that it nearly gives you chills. he looks as if he wants to kill, and you figure he might if given the chance.
the only thing that distracts him is when he spots you, immediately beelining his way over to you. "did you not drive?" he asks as he meets up with you, hand lingering on your arm for a moment before you turn and start walking towards his truck.
"no," you say with a soft shake of your head, "i didn't want to have to drive back to my dorm and then call a cab to the house. i figured i'd just ask you for a ride." you look up at him then with a smile on your face, knowing that the likelihood of him saying no was very low.
there is a laugh that escapes him as the both of you finally approach his truck towards the end of your words. there is a pause in movements as he looks at you, and the look in his eyes lets know that you already won. and if his eyes didn't give it away, then him opening the passenger door for you definitely did.
you hop into the passenger seat and watch as he slides his hockey bag down by your feet. normally, it would go in the back but it had been snowing and the bed of the truck was wet. you didn't mind it, really, because at least it meant you were in his truck.
he closes the door then and moves around the truck to the driver side. the moment that he slides into the truck, you turn to beam a bright, toothy smile at him, "i'm picking the music," you announce with ease.
his head snaps to you and there is a look of mild annoyance on his face as he states, "no, you're not. my truck, my playlist," he establishes rather quickly before sticking the key in the engine and turning it on.
"please?," you ask, a slight pout in your lip as you look at him with big doe eyes. he doesn't look at you immediately, probably because he knows that he will cave once he does. it's a look that you have given him a few times now, and he tends to always give in the moment that he sees it.
finally, his eyes shift towards you and he lets out a sigh before handing the aux cord to you in a silent agreement. you accept it and eagerly plug it in before putting on one of your favorite playlists.
the music pushes out of the speaker, and he sighs again before putting the truck in drive and pulling out of the parking lot. as soon as he is comfortably on the road then, his hand reaches out and settles onto your thigh. your eyes shift down to his hand, the warmth of his touch seeping through your jeans and into your skin. there is a moment of pause before you reach out your own hand and lace your fingers through his, happy to hold it for the few short moments that you are able before you are both forced back into a crowded room with prying eyes.
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the party goes into full swing rather quickly. people filtering in quickly, all still riding off the high of the game. you stick by logan at first, talking with him and some of the other guys on the team. they all seem to be chattering about their favorite moments, and you make sure to chime in about the way it looked from the audience's perspectives.
it's only been about an hour before logan is dragged away to do the traditional hockey shot that they always do after a winning game. you watch from the side, a smile on your face as you watch them all do it together and cheer in some typical way. he is about to make his way back over to you when one of your friends comes and grabs onto your arm dragging you to the other side of the house in a hurry.
you didn't want to be separated from him, but how did you explain that to everyone? how did you make it make sense without telling on yourself?
so, you follow her over and find yourself trapped into helping them settle some weird moral debate that you did not care about. the conversation drags on for longer than you want given that the two won't stop arguing back and forth, and you have to keep interjecting to ask for clarifications so that you can give a final verdict.
you're not sure how long it had been, but eventually you find a perfect place to excuse yourself and start making your way through the room again.
you look for john, but when you find he seems caught up in a conversation with some of the hockey guys and a few pretty fake blondes. joining them feels like torture, so you find your way to the kitchen to get another drink instead.
you had grabbed a can of beer from the fridge, and had just cracked it open with a boy from the football team stumbles into you, "oh my god," you let out as you fumble back then. he turns around immediately and begins to flood you with a million apologies.
then, when you think he will walk away, he doesn't. rather he follows you to clear corner in the kitchen and you talk. he says something funny, and you find yourself laughing so loudly at it that the sound fills the room.
john's head snaps immediately when he hears it, searching the room for you. there was a smile on his face that fades when he realizes who you are talking to. when he realizes that it was this man who made you laugh.
you are so caught up in the conversation that you don't notice his eyes on you. you don't see the crease in his eyebrow as he watches the two of you talk. watches as you laugh and smile, and the football player seems to accidentally put his hand on your arm when he laughs in return.
you don't notice john, but allie does.
"you're staring," she tells him as she leans her body against the wall, head tilting as she looks at him.
"what?," john asks, but he doesn't turn to face her. rather, his eyes keep burning holes in the back of the football players shirt.
"i said that you're staring," she states, her words a bit more pointed then, "granted, you're always staring at her." it is then when john looks at her, and his eyebrows knit together, "do you really think no one notices? maybe the boys don't, but i do."
"it's not--" he starts, but she immediately cuts him off.
"it is," she states with a cocked eyebrow, "i saw you sneaking out of her room at the cabin. i was in the kitchen getting water, and there you were." a hand scrubs over his face then, a look of a man who had definitely been caught. a laugh escapes allie's lips, "i'm not going to tell anyone, logan. i care too much about her to ruin your secret."
relief washes over his face then, and the reminder of that guy talking to you seemed to come rushing back when he hears you laugh again. his head snaps back up to stare at the two of you, eliciting a heavy sigh from allie, "just go over there, idiot, before everyone in this room begins to smell your jealousy."
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it takes him 15 minutes of seething before john decides that he can't take it anymore. the cup in his hand is beginning to falter under his white knuckled grip, and he has to actually stop himself from crumpling it completely in his grasp. before he stalks over to you and that football player, he takes it upon himself to finish the rest of his beer in one go. at least this way it will look like he had an excuse.
not that he thinks he needs one, given that his girl was sitting there laughing with some other stupid, fucking guy.
he drops the cup in the trash, it was far beyond the point of being used again, and finds his way over where the two of you stood in the corner. there is a smile on your face when you notice him, head tilting to look at him and a laugh still dancing on your lips when you say, "logan!"
you hadn't called him logan in months, it drives him insane that you do.
"have you met terrance?," you ask, head turning them to look at the other boy. terrance sticks his hand out then, but john doesn't take it. rather he just looks him up and down in a way that makes terrance visible uncomfortable, and you immediately feel the need to fill the awkward silence that grows between them, "he was just telling me that we are in the same chem class? and we were talking about how much of a horror show it was."
john's eyes shift from terrance to you, and his face is flat and emotionless as he states, "can i talk to you?"
your eyebrows crease for a moment, and there is an awkward laugh that escapes you as you say, "okay?" your head then turns to terrance and you offer him a sympathetic smile as you say, "i will talk to you later," and your hand falls onto his arm, "if not here then we can get coffee sometime? prepare for the next chem class?"
out of the corner of your eye you can see john's jaw tense, a muscle flexing in it that you had only ever seen happen when he was angry. terrance, thankfully, doesn't seem to notice and says something about texting him before walking back into the party and finding someone else to mingle with.
your attention turns back to john, "you wanted to talk?," you ask with confusion lacing your tone. you lift the beer can to your lips, taking a drink from it in hopes of it doing something to cut the awkward, unsettled feeling that was weighing on your chest.
"not here," he responds, his voice sounds more like a growl than anything else. his hand wraps around yours as begins to pull you away from the crowded kitchen and out to the front yard which was empty due to the cold, winter air.
you realize immediately that you don't have your coat on when the air bites at your skin. however, you don't get long to think about it before you are face to face with john and he demands, "you were flirting with him."
confusion clouds your face then as your eyebrows knit together, "no, i wasn't?" the words come out more like a question, which seems to make that muscle in his jaw tense even more.
the wind blows then, cold and uncomfortable as it bites at the exposed skin of your arms. your hands lift up instinctively to rub against the skin in hopes of bringing some heat into them.
"yes, you were," he states then, eyes flicking down to your arms as you rub at them. there is a sigh that escapes him as he starts to take off his own jack, but that doesn't stop him from continuing to speak, "you were touching him, smiling, and laughing," he goes on to explain, the coat now off of his body, "so what do you call that?"
you almost miss the question, distracted by how he reaches up to wrap the coat around your shoulders. however, there is an intensity in his eyes that brings you back to the conversation, "i call it talking, john." the words are harsh as they leave your mouth.
"okay, so what do you call asking him out for coffee?," there is an anger in his tone that is hard to miss.
"i call it being friendly."
"really? because to me it seemed a lot like my girlfriend asking some stupid fucking footballer out on a date."
you pause then, and your eyes go wide as he says it. that word. that one that you had thought was forbidden had just left his mouth, and you don't know what to do with that. "what?" the word stumbles out of your mouth without much thought of all.
"i don't understand how that wasn't clear?"
"no, i get what you're saying," you rush to say, eyebrows knitting together for a moment. "but you never said i was your girlfriend before. we never even talked about being exclusive, john." the defense feels pathetic as it falls from your lips. "not that i was asking him out, because i wasn't, but i..."
he takes a step closer to you then, closing the gap that was between you. standing so close that you can see the breathe that leaves his lips. his head is tilted down as he looks at you, a cloud of emotion hiding just behind his eyes, "you told me you loved me."
oh, that.
"you didn't say it back," you counter, your eyes wide as you look up at his.
there is a moment then when his hand flexes by his side, as if it craves to reach up and rest upon your cheek. a craving that he uses every muscle in his arm to fight against.
"of course i love you," he says then the words coming out as soft as a whisper, "i'm not a fucking idiot."
okay & that is where i leave u all for tonight! i don't know if i will be getting out part 7 tomorrow as I have to work! i will try to get it out sometime during the week, but it might not be until friday!
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5
pairing: john logan x fem!reader (garrett's sister)
word count: 2.6k
summary: you have known john logan since you first came to briar u. he became a constant in your life, as he was a constant in your brother's life. developing a crush on him felt easy, perhaps the easiest thing that you had ever done. however john logan was two things: your brothers best friend, and plainly not interested in you. at least, you don't think he is? it's easy to pass off the flirting and lingering stares as it simply being who he was. was it though? or was there something more.
author note: we are back to our regularly schedule sweet fluff & fun little moments! this one has a lot more of the other characters mentioned as well! i hope u enjoy it! also i am getting a lil tired & didn't proofread so pls ignore if there are any errors!
the term comes to a screeching halt, and you are thankful for it. thankful that the stress of exams and papers was done, and that you could breathe for just a moment as you enter winter break. you didn't many plans. it wasn't as if you would go home, so your only option was to stay at briar. which was fine given that the group had planned for a four day weekend cabin trip.
you don't know who's idea it was, allie always claims that it was her, but the group of you make it work. you find a four day weekend where the boys don't have a game and can take a break from practice. one where hannah and allie are able to book the time off, and you all split the price on a four bedroom cabin out in the snowy woods.
four bedrooms. one for hannah and garrett, one for allie and dean, one for tucker and john to share, and then one for you.
you wish that you could share with john in the same way that the other girls get to share, but you know it's not possible. that it would mean you had to crack open your chest and say to your brother "but i love him", even though you know it'd piss him off.
even though you hadn't told logan about the love of it all.
you were scared, honestly.
the two of you hadn't talked about what your relationship was other than it being a secret. there was no talks about exclusivity, and definitely no use of the word "boyfriend" or "girlfriend". so telling him that you loved him felt too heavy, and you worried that he wouldn't receive it well. that even though you had spill apart your ribs and share all the deepest and darkest parts of your broken self, somehow love felt too much. it had too many expectations.
john had texted you the day before saying that he was planning to drive, and was hoping that the two of you could convince the others to let you go in his truck. however when the day came, and you arrived at the hockey house, garrett put all of your bags in his jeep out of instinct. as if it was already decided that you go with him and hannah.
you gave john a sympathetic look and a gentle shrug as you were rushed into the backseat of the jeep and tucker found his place in the passenger seat of john's truck.
you couldn't even text him, and that made the whole thing worse.
when you arrived at the cabin, everyone immediately took their own bags to their respective rooms. you couldn't help the slight pang in your chest as you watched the couples drift off together hand in hand, and then watched john trail behind tucker to a room across the cabin from your own.
you desperately wished he could be with you. the bed would feel cold without him, that you were sure of.
you are busy unpacking your things when there is a gentle rap agains the already open door, "hey," comes the familiar voice and you can't help the way that your head whips around to look at him. there is a smile that overtakes your face as he steps into the room, a few long strides before he is standing in front of you and his hand reaches out to grab onto yours.
the familiar warmth of it engulfs you and for a moment you forget about everyone else in the house. for a moment you forget about everything but him.
then there is a clatter from the kitchen and you are snapped back to reality. your eyes flicker from his face to the open door behind him. john notices, as he always does, and squeezes your hand once before letting it fall from his own.
our secret.
"tuck is starting on dinner," he says softly then, his eyes crinkled from the smile that is still plastered on his face, "and allie just opened a bottle of wine and began pouring a glass all the way to the rim. i think she is also pouring you one, saying something about how you need it after your bio exam?"
there is a laugh that escapes your lips then, "yeah we studied together in the library right before my final, and i cried right in front of her." the words come out with a gentle shake of your head before you add, "i told you?"
he pauses then and this look of thought crosses his face, "i thought that was chem."
you laugh again before shaking your head, "no, chem was when i cried to you in my bedroom."
you both laugh then and he says something about how he remembers, but you barely hear him because you are too caught up in the way his laugh rings throughout the room. how it reverberates in your chest and wraps your heart up in a warm, comfortable hug.
"well, we should head out there before they start to wonder whats taking so long," he says with sad sort of smile, and you know it's because he would rather stay here with you. you know it, because you feel the same. he turns his body then, hand moving to rest on your lower back as he starts to lead you out the room. a touch that only lingers for a moment, but you feel it seared into your skin. a simple thing that you are sure not to forget.
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the night went as expected with this group of people.
tucker had made dinner, as he normally did, and you all enjoyed it while sitting at the large dining room table that the cabin had. john had intentionally sat next to you, and every so often his hand would drop under the table to lightly graze against the side of your thigh. little reminders that he was always thinking of you, and how very hard it seemed to be for him to keep his hands to himself.
from there the group found their way to the living room. you found yourself curled up in the corner of the couch with a (very large) glass of wine thanks to allie. as they all began to filter in, tucker went to sit next you but john all but launched himself over the back of the couch to claim the spot. luckily it was typical behavior on his end and no one really seemed to think much of it.
just as it was typical behavior for him to sling one arm over the back of the couch while the other settle happily at his side with a bottle of beer in hand. as you all sit there talking and drinking, you can't help but notice the way his fingers would graze your shoulder. how sometimes you could swear that he was tracing patterns there with his finger tips.
you almost blush at the thought of it, and you are thankful for the way that wine seems to always make your face heat up and go a little bit red. that way you had something to blame it on if anyone was to notice.
the boys are all arguing about some hockey game, and your legs are tucked up against your chest with your arms wrapped around them and a wine glass tucked happily in both your hands when he squeezes your shoulder. a sensation that causes you to look at him, catching his eyes as he was already smiling in your direction. there is a moment where you hold each other's gaze and he almost goes to mouth something, but allies voice cuts in, "i want to dance!"
your attention shifts to her then as a laugh escapes your lips at her sudden proclamation. his eyes fall on you as they always do when he hears you laugh, and there is a toothy grin that breaks out across his face as the sound plays in his ears.
allie puts on a one direction song before she starts to make her way over to you, "dance with me," she whines in your direction.
you look at her bewildered and hug your legs tighter to your chest, "i am not dancing, al," you say before yours eyes shift to hannah, "ask hannah. or, better yet, ask dean."
there is a pout that crosses her face before she says, "noooo, i want to dance with my girls." from the ways that her words slur and how her hands make a grabbing motion towards you, you can already tell that she is definitely drunk which is going to make telling her no a lot harder.
the word does still linger on your lips, however, because you don't want to dance. yet as you got say it, you feel logan press against your shoulder and the words, "come on, you should definitely dance with you," are quick to follow. there is this stupid, teasing smile on his face that tells you that you are really not winning this one.
"yes! see, you should definitely dance with me! even logan agrees!"
there is a resigned sigh that leaves your lips then as you take another drink from your wine glass before holding it out for logan to take hold of. once it is safely out of your hands, you unfold your legs and reach out to grab onto allie's hands as she pulls you up and starts jumping around the living room. it isn't long until hannah is forced to join you, and the three of you are dancing to the one direction playlist that allie had picked (much to garrett's disgruntled dismay).
as you jump and dance around the room, you can't help the way that your eyes latch onto logans. nor can you help the way that his big, bright smile and laughter seems to ring in your chest every time that you see it.
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by the time that 2am rolls around, you find that you may have had a little bit too much wine as you danced around the living room with the girls. enough that logan, as instructed by garrett who had to carry hannah to bed, had make sure that you made it into your bed.
he had a hand planted firmly on your lower back and a hand loosely wrapped through your own as he leads through the house. it's innocent, or at least everyone thinks that it is. especially given that you had been in this very similar situation without almost all of the boys at least once before.
yet, you know there is something different in this. a burning sensation coming from the palm of his hand as it settles onto your back, and there is this firm comfort that comes from his hand laced around yours. there is laughter that comes from the both of you as you stumble through the cabin and he is forced to catch you every now and again from fully falling on your face.
when you finally make it to your bed, he settles you down onto the bed before going to find the make up remover that he had spotted settled on the dresser. there is a bathroom just around the corner from your room, and walks to it wet a small hand towel before making his way back to your bedroom.
"sit still," he instructs as he settles a hand onto your shoulder. you look up at him under heavy lidded eyes and there is a pout that overtakes your features at the instruction.
he had watched you remove your makeup enough times to know that the cleansing balm needed to be warmed up in his hands before he rubbed it on your face. his touch is gentle, and you almost melt into it. almost get lost in the way that his calloused hands seem so weirdly soft as they cleanse the makeup from your face. "do you want to wipe it off, or should i?" he asks. you don't even answer, just place a pointed finger to his chest to indicate that he should. there is a laugh that escapes him before he begins to gently wipe the towel over your face to remove the cleanser.
when it's all done, and your face had been patted dry, he then moves to find the pajama's that he had watched you put away. as he settles down next to you, his hands find the bottom of your shirt and a frown takes over your face, "um," you say rather sternly, "you should not be doing this," then there is a smile as your voice lowers, "even if i want you to."
there is a soft, low laugh that escapes him as he scrubs a hand over his face. he had dealt with you drunk before, but never like this. "no one is watching, babe," and then he leans in a little bit closer, "plus i'm just putting your pajama's on you, nothing else." there is a pout then, and your eyebrows crease so intently as if this was the worst news that you had ever heard. "come on," he continues, "arms up."
you obey his instructions, and all the ones that follow as he methodically takes your clothes off and replaces them with the pajama's he had selected from the drawers of the dresser. once done, he pulls back the comforter and picks up your legs to rest them onto the bed. your body is quick to follow as you settle against the bed, your head hitting hard against the pillow as he tucks you in.
"can't you stay?," you asks, eyes big and pleading as you look up at him.
his own eyes soften, and there is a sympathetic smile that over takes his face, "i want to," he admits then, and his head tilts a bit as he takes in your sad expression, "but we both know i can't."
"but the others get to," you whine, your voice betraying you as it does.
"i know," he says then, hand reaching up to move a stray piece of hair from your face, "but we can't." you knew he was right. that this was a secret, and him staying in your room would ruin it. there was lie you could come up with to make it seem okay to garrett. he had to go back to his room with tucker, and that was the saddest thing you had realized all night.
as if he can read the sadness on your face, john leans forward and softly presses a kiss against your lips. it's chaste and gentle, and he tastes faintly like beer. not much, as he was the most sober person in the room, but enough to remind you that he stayed this sober for you.
"goodnight," he says then as he pulls away from you, a hand tucking the blanket in a bit more around you.
your eyes flutter shut then, and a lull of sleep begins to blur the edges of your conscience, "goodnight," you whisper. then, without thought, three words fall from your lips before sleep takes you fully, "i love you."
it leaves him stunned, watching you there as the words hang in the air and you fall under the warm embrace of slumber. there is a moment where he hesitates, wondering if you meant. wondering even more if you'll remember.
part of him hopes that you do, but another part? another part doubts that you will.
that part was kinda heavy but i'll be returning to our regularly schedule fluff & yearning & tension & flirting in part 6... i just felt it was a necessary step for them to bond over something that will make this relationship more real & the risk of losing it more serious to them both as we gear up for the next couple of parts!!
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4
pairing: john logan x fem!reader (garrett's sister)
word count: 1k
warnings: this will include talks about abuse, specifically child abuse. also mentions parental death.
summary: you have known john logan since you first came to briar u. he became a constant in your life, as he was a constant in your brother's life. developing a crush on him felt easy, perhaps the easiest thing that you had ever done. however john logan was two things: your brothers best friend, and plainly not interested in you. at least, you don't think he is? it's easy to pass off the flirting and lingering stares as it simply being who he was. was it though? or was there something more.
author note: this is very short bc it is like REALLY emotionally heavy & i did not feel comfortable doing a scene shift after it.. so i will start working on part 6 to make up for it!
everything became such a whirlwind with john. there were so many late nights in your dorm room, studying together in your favorite coffee shop, and secret touches that always lingered on your skin as soon as he was gone. it was easy to forget the ways that your brother would be betrayed if he were to ever find out. for every kiss that he left on your neck was enough to forget everything that wasn't the two of you.
your favorite moments were the quiet ones where you both lay comfortable under your blanket, curled up next to one another after (and he always loves to tease you when he says) passionately making love. the moments when he moves your hair out of your face, and tells you about the most mundane parts of his day. mundane talks that always turn into something more. into confessions about your lives and the things that haunt you.
it's one of those nights in the dead of winter, where the tip of his fingers are tracing circles on your arm that you tell him about phil.
"it wasn't always bad with him," you had confessed as the moonlight filtered in from your window, "at least i didn't think it was, but i think garrett protected me from a lot of it." your eyebrows are knit together as you tell him, and you can't seem to keep your eyes focused on him as you speak. though, he never looks away from your face. his eyes intently looking at you under furrowed, concerned brows.
"at first it was just our mother, and then she died and it turned to garrett," you aren't sure if you should sharing this for it wasn't entirely your story. however, you had just gotten there somehow and it felt important to you that he knew. "then one day it became me," you say with a sigh and tears pricking at the edge of your eyes, "always when garrett was at practice or some other hockey thing, that way he couldn't stop him."
there is a silence that passes between you as you choke back the emotions that seemed to be raising in your throat. a mix of tears and bile, and it leaves the sourest taste in the back of your throat. "it made me resent hockey," you confess then, "because it was easier than resenting my father."
his hand moves to push another piece of hair from your face and then wipe at a tear that you didn't know had fallen onto your cheek. you breathe out, heavy and thick as your eyebrows knit together even tight. "i hate him now," you confess, but the words come out a little choked. "i hate him so much that i was..."
your voice trails off then, but he doesn't push you to keep going. rather, he just stays there watching you as clouds fill your eyes and you wonder how much there is to share then.
"do you know that they say you will date people like your parents? that if you are a man than it'll be a girllike your mom, and if you are girl than a boy like your dad?," you asks, but he doesn't answer. rather his eyebrows just knit together as if he already knew where you were going and didn't like the direction. "well, i.. i was scared to date because i didn't want to find someone like him... i just wanted..."
another small, grazing touch against your cheek to remove the wet, heavy tears that had fallen there.
"you're safe with me," he says then, his deep softened voice cutting through the thick silence that had settled between you. "safe with me, but also always safe when i'm around. no one will hurt you again, okay?"
there was a time when you probably wouldn't have believed him. when you thought all men, especially hockey men, would be like your father. that the only exception was garrett, and that was simply for the fact that he had proven himself to be. garrett had spent the better half of your child proving he would always be safe. that he would catch you when you fell, and try his hardest to make sure no one ever hurt you.
you never had that comfort with anyone else until now. until john logan wrapped you in his arms and told you that no one would hurt you again. that you would always be safe with him, and sometimes deep in your chest tells you that he might actually mean it.
except there is another piece of you. something deeper, and far more damaged than you would ever care to admit. a voice in the back of your head telling you that maybe he doesn't. maybe he is simply saying it as he believes its what he has to say to keep you here. to keep his place in your bed, and when it was all said in done you would discover it was a lie.
a voice in your head that gets louder, and louder demanding some sort of confirmation to ease the panic that was rising in your throat.
"do you promise?" the words come out quiet, and they crack in the middle. a vulnerable sentence whispered into the night where you almost wish they would be forgotten. where they could remain an unheard whisper rather than a spoken truth of your own insecurities.
you worry, for just a moment, that he may take offense. that he would find upset in the way that you question in and his words would turn vile and cruel. that the words he had said just moments of go would already be proven a lie.
yet, he doesn't. rather his face breaks into something soft and sincere, his eyes clouded by something that you can't quite name. he looks at you in a way that no one had ever looked at you before and he muttered two very quiet, charged words into the still silent room, "i promise."
just got a notif that i hit 1k likes which is just SO crazy to me... thank u guys so much for all ur support!! i hope u keep enjoying the writing i put out
summary: you meet him on accident when the faucet in your small apartment had broke and a friend had suggested him as a handyman. you never expected the romance that would have blossomed from that. how he would have asked for your number, even after you daughter had extended his work time by constantly stealing his tools. now it's been a couple of months, and you can't help the way that you have fallen in love with him just as he can't help the way that he had fallen in love with the two of you.
author note: this is just a cute lil one shot idea i had! pls enjoy!
your books are sprawled across the tiny kitchen table as you pour over them trying to study for your midterm. however, every so often there is a ring of laughter that blossom's through the house and you can't help but focus on the sound of it for just a moment. how those tiny giggles would reverberate across the walls and settle somewhere comfortably in your chest.
he was always so good with her.
you had met him almost a year ago, back when your daughter was only 2 years old and insistent on getting into everything that she could. he came highly recommended by one of your friends as one of the cheapest and best handymen across campus. she had given you his number, and he was quick to schedule a time to come over the following day.
you had tried your best to keep your daughter, ellie, out of his tool bag. it was just that she was faster than she looked, and had this way of sneaky away from you at any moment. you expected him to be annoyed with her and swear to never come back. however, he was sweet to her and even tried to include her. asking her hand him things and showing her what he was fixing.
he was sweet, and it was refreshing. it made accepting his date proposal easy. perhaps the easiest thing that you had ever done.
everything that came after was a whirlwind. the two of you fell into this perfectly blissful relationship, and he was so good with ellie. he took time to focus on her and build a relationship of their own. it was something that you always worried would never happen. which, isn't to say that were mad about it. you were content with it being just you and her. especially given that she was the reason you were doing all of this.
that being said, you can't deny the relief and joy that you felt when you realized that it didn't have to be just you and her.
it became the three of you. he hadn't moved in yet, but he was over all the time. enough that it felt normal and comfortable to have him there. he also watched her on his own when you wanted to see your friends or had a study group. the two of you went to his games and hung out at his house with his roommates. it was easy how integrated he became in your lives, and vice versa.
so it wasn't shocking when he said he would be over to entertain her and care for her while you studied for your midterm. he knew how terrible three has been with her. how she opted for destruction over a quiet playtime. it made studying easy, and you weren't entirely sure how you would do it without him. honestly, every day you feel more and more thankful for him.
"good news," the words break through the room as you look up at see john as he makes his way over to the table, "i wore her out and now she finally napping." he settles in to the chair next to you, head tilting to the side as he looks at your biology text book. it takes him a moment before he reaches forward and closes it in front of you.
"hey," you protest, eyebrows knitting together as you turn to face him. there he sits with that stupidly cute smile of his. the one that always makes your heart leap into your throat. "i was reading that," you continue, a stern tone taking over your voice.
"well, i think you need a break," he teases, his smile beginning to look more like a mischievous smirk. you can't help but melt when he gives you that look. you watch as he leans forward and kisses you softly, another thing that causes you to melt.
then he pulls away, but he still stays close enough that he is the only thing that you can focus on. there is a pout that overtakes your face momentarily the moment that his lips are no longer on yours. john can't help the way that he laughs at the sight before asking, "are you hungry?"
"if i say no, will you go back to kissing me?"
"unfortunately, babe, no," he says with a half laugh, "because i know when you are lying. want me to go pick up something from malones?"
"um, no," you say with a slight scowl, "i am not letting you leave this house."
"fine, pizza it is," he adds before moving to get up and go grab his phone from the living room. however your hand wraps around his wrist and you force him to stop walking. his body turns towards yours with a quizzical look, and your hand reaches up to grip onto the collar of his shirt. you then pull him down towards you and kiss him again.
your lips find his, and you kiss him in a way that is heavy and hungry. it's easy, the way your tongue slips past his lips as you deepen the kiss. his hand wraps behind the back of your head and tangles in your hair as he pulls you closer, eager to have you as close to him as possible.
then, you pull away, but you keep him close, "so pizza?," you ask teasingly, "you want to spend this break with her napping eating pizza?"
a frustrated sigh leaves him then and a hand scrubs across his face, and you can see the battle he is waging upon himself. for he has always been the kind of boyfriend that wanted to take care of you. the one to make sure you are sleeping and eating. "babe," his voice trails off then and you can see the desire hidden right behind his eyes.
"yes?" you ask back, biting down on your bottom lip as you look up at him. it seems to be enough to break him, because he reaches down to lift you up from your seat and throw you over his shoulder. there is a laugh that escapes you then, a giggle that fills the room as he starts to make the all too familiar walk back to your bedroom.
you won. though, that isn't surprising, because you always win.
okay! i will be working on part 5 today, but it may not be until later!
i also got a little bit of inspo from tiktok to do a short fic where one of the boys (probably logan, bc that is who im comfortable writing rn) dates a single mom so i may work on that soon as well.
part 1, part 2, part 3
pairing: john logan x fem!reader (garrett's sister)
word count: 2.3k
summary: you have known john logan since you first came to briar u. he became a constant in your life, as he was a constant in your brother's life. developing a crush on him felt easy, perhaps the easiest thing that you had ever done. however john logan was two things: your brothers best friend, and plainly not interested in you. at least, you don't think he is? it's easy to pass off the flirting and lingering stares as it simply being who he was. was it though? or was there something more.
author note: part 4 is very soft... i just want to thank everyone again for their very kind words & support! putting my writing on the internet has been something that very much so scared me, and your support over the past day or so has really helped!
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he wasn't meant to spend the night. yet, once he was there you found that you didn't want to let go of him. nothing happened, all you did was stay up and talk. okay, maybe there was some light making out as well, but mainly it was just talking. talking and talking and talking until suddenly you were asleep in his arms.
he held you so closely to his chest as if he was afraid of letting you go. afraid that if you slipped from his grasp the whole night would melt away, and you both would go on as if it didn't happen. as if he didn't you, and you didn't come to agreement of secrecy.
so, like, our secret.
a deal made in the cold of night, his arms wrapped around you like a promise. there were logistics and complications that you needed to discuss, but you were too busy talking about anything else. talking about your classes and his practice. telling each other all the times that you noticed one another.
you confess that you had liked him since the day you met.
he confesses that his feelings for started a bit later. it was a party at the hockey house. you were tipsy, but not drunk, and he was standing in the corner talking to some puck bunny that he can't remember the name of. you were in the middle of the living room talking to garrett, and you laughed. a laugh that was so loud and so contagious, that it immediately grabbed his attention. his eyes drag over to you, and for the first time he really saw you. saw the way that your eyes seemed to have this glitter in them, and how your smile seemed so bright and loud. the type of smile that he could practically hear.
of course, he also noticed how hot you looked. something that he confessed with a laugh.
you don't remember that night, because there had been so many like them. however he is able to describe your outfit down to the socks you were wearing. as if he had committed to memory. as if it was something he never wanted to forget.
the confession had caused something warm to blossom in your chest. the feeling wedged itself in between your rib cage and lit your heart on fire. you knew that you would remember this confession until the day die.
something that was easily backed up by the fact that it was the first thing you of when you woke. the second being the feeling of his body pressed against yours. how his arms felt strong and stable as they wrapped around your body. the room is so quiet that you can hear his even breaths as they settle against the top of your head warm and steady.
you don't want to move, afraid to wake him. afraid to burst this perfectly warm bubble that you found yourself wrapped in. however, you also can't help the way that your body shifts ever so slightly, unintentional but it happens regardless, and you can feel him begin to wake next to you.
you figure that he must have been close to waking up anyway, because you were never under the suspicion that he was a light sleeper. not when you had seen him wake up last and stumble into the kitchen groggy the night after a raging party.
his body shifts against yours, and for a moment there is a panic that settles in your chest. one that tells you that this all wasn't real and he was going to immediately regret it. you wait for his body to jolt up, and some excuse to stumble out of his lips.
except, that isn't what happens. instead his arms seem to tighten around you and pulls you closer to him. which is odd given that you can't really get that much closer to him. your body was already flush against his to the point that you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body.
"good morning, beautiful," he says softly, his voice gravely and rough. there is this immediate fluttering in your chest and a smile that pulls at your lips when he speaks. he then nuzzles into the side of your neck, planting a soft kiss on the exposed skin, "i like this."
there is a soft laugh that escapes you then before your body twists in his arms so that you are now facing him. the smile on your face softens as you take him in. there is something so gentle about the way he looks right as he wakes up. how his eyes are kind puffy, and his has this lazy smile on his face. your hand reaches up and rests on his cheek, your thumb softly rubbing against his stubble.
"don't you have practice?," you ask, a slight teasing in your tone.
"i'll say i'm sick," he replies, his body moving as if he was trying to shrug.
"i don't think that will work when you live with the captain," you state, eyebrow raising as you speak, "especially when he catches on to the fact that you didn't make it home last night."
he sighs in resignation then, a look of defeat taking over his mesmerizing brown eyes, "fine, fine," he says before his head flops forward against yours and his arms tighten around you, "just give me a few seconds more."
you don't argue, obviously. why would you? not when you also want to stay just like this forever.
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you couldn't go back to sleep after he left. not when you felt empty without him next to you. all you could think about was his arms wrapped around you, and the way he had snuggled into the crook of your next. your skin seems to miss the feel of his lips against it, and it's all you can think about. it completely consumes you.
even though you can't go back to sleep, you decide to have a slow morning. in part because you didn't have much to do to, but also because you were hoping to avoid your roommate. she wouldn't tell you if she saw him leaving your bedroom, but you also didn't want risk the knowing look that she was bound to give.
after spending at least an hour scrolling on your phone, you decide it was definitely time to get up and make some coffee in the machine that you had stored on top of your dresser. it is then when you notice the familiar hoody that was draped over your desk chair. you tilt your head for a moment as you look at it, and then a smile takes over your face.
as you slip the hoody on over your head the intoxicating smell of him consumes you. you don't realize how much you missed the smell of him until you are wrapped up in it. it's odd how the smell feels like a hug, something warm and all consuming.
you are quick to snap a selfie, and even quicker to send it to him.
you: forget something?
john: i was just looking for that.
you: oh were you? that really sucks, because i think it's mine now.
you wished you could the see look on his face, but you have a pretty good idea about what that smirk would look like.
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you had already planned to go to the hockey house that afternoon before all that had happened the night before. you wanted bake some cookies for your study group, and tucker's kitchen was better than the community space in your dorm building.
you didn't mean to wear john's hoody. rather, you just forgot that you had it on. you had been wearing it all day, and it just slipped your mind. it isn't until you had walked through the door and are met with the stares of at least 3 of the hockey boys: dean, garrett, and logan.
their stares bore into you, and you can't help the annoyed confusion that over takes your face as you ask, "what?" no one moves, nor do they speak at first. rather you watch as garrett's eyes slide from you to logan and then back again.
"what are you wearing?," he asks, a slight disgust hinting at his voice as he speaks.
your eyes shift from the three of them and down to the hoody that was draped over your body. the realization hits like a truck, and there is an instant panic that bubbles in your chest. "oh," the word slips out quietly.
"oh?" he says in response, and you can tell by his tone that your time was very limited.
"i leant it to her last time that she was here," logan slides in, the words coming out with ease, "she said she was cold and you were in your room doing god knows what, so i gave her the hoody."
there is a moment of realization that overcomes your face now that the lifeline had been thrown out. "right," you say with so much surety, "and i forgot where i got it from? i just threw it on today because i was cold and i have to do laundry."
garrett takes a moment before his face evens out, and it appears that he bought the lie that you both have spun, "okay, whatever, at least it's not my hoody being stolen this time." he then turns his body back around on the couch to continue watching the game that was on the tv as if nothing happened at all.
your eye catches john's then, and there is this smile on his face that burns itself in your mind. with everything that had passed between you, you can now feel confident that there is this hungry look in his eye. as if he wished that no one else was in the room.
the other two errupt into some sort of cheer inspired by something on the tv, and it shakes the both of you out of the trance you were. you watch as logan sighs and grimace's before reluctantly turning his eyes away from you and back to the tv screen.
there is a moment longer that you stand there, feeling a heat in the pit of your stomach growing as you look at him. there is then a sigh before you make your way to the kitchen and set your bag of ingredients on the counter.
within a minute, your phone buzzes.
john: alright, it's yours. you look hotter in it anyway.
you: is that so?
john: well yeah. but you'd look better with it off
a laugh escapes you then, and his head snaps to look at you as it does. your eyes connect and you can't help the way that your eyes roll in his direction.
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the oven door opens as you reach reach in to grab onto the last batch of cookies that you had put in. you set it on the stove top and are quick to remove the oven mitt from your hand. with your earbuds in, it's hard to hear anything around you. however, after listening to the boys yell at the tv for long enough, you decided that maybe it was for the better.
you continue to move around the kitchen, searching for a platter to place these cookies on. after making enough for your study, you decided that you should leave the boys some as a thank you for letting you use their kitchen. as you search through a cupboard, you become startled by a part of arms that snake around your body. a hand reaches up to tear an earbud out as you twist your body around to face john, "what are you doing?," you whisper with panic coating your face.
his eyebrows crease as he lets out a laugh, "what does it look like i'm doing?"
"we are at your house," you hiss out, "my brother lives here, in case you forgot."
"i didn't forget," he says with an eyeroll, "but he isn't here. he went to go pick up hannah from work, and the other two ran off to some party with beau." yet, that doesn't seem to calm your nerves. your body is rigid in his hold, the anxiety seems to rush through you. it's something that he picks up easily, and he offers a calm but reassuring smile, "we are fine, i promise."
apparently that's all you needed, because you relax in his hold. correction, you nearly melt into it. his arms are strong and steady as they hold you, and you had been thinking about them all day. your arms reach up to wrap around his neck then, and you push yourself up ever so slightly to press a short, soft kiss to his lips. when you separate from him, you make sure to keep close to his face, "you don't have practice tomorrow, right?"
"no, we don't."
"do you want to stay over again?" you ask, a certain shyness seeming to take over your tone as you do. you had never been someone that was so bold. rather, you tended to blend a bit more into the background, always anxious to ask for you what you want. it was easy to deduce that it was a response to trauma. a learnt behavior that asking for what you want never ended exactly how you wanted.
yet, there is a smile that overtakes his face. one that is boyish and mischievous in a way. "hell yeah," he says then, words soft as they are spoken in close proximity. he pulls you in then, sneaking another kiss. this one longer and deeper, passion hiding behind his tongue as he sneaks it past your lips.
it doesn't last that long, because you both know your time is limited. that garrett would walk through the door with his girlfriend and you would have to go back to pretending that you were just friends.
at least you had tonight, and hopefully more nights to come.
ok ok also!! if any of u read this... this is my first time doing tumblr fanfics! so if u asked to be tagged in the next part... do u also want to be tagged in every part after? because i have not been doing that but i can start!
i am definitely not capable of taking on any long term projects outside of "they don't know about us", but i am more than happy to take on some one shot requests! so if you have something that you want to see, please feel free to drop an ask!
disclaimer: "they don't know about us" will take priority! so one shots will not happen immediately, but will be done as well!
