John logan x reader- “i want you back”
warnings- none
wc- ~900
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The breakup wasn't explosive.
There wasn't screaming.
There weren't slammed doors.
Just two people sitting in silence, realizing love wasn't enough when neither of them knew how to communicate anymore.
"I think we need some space," Logan had said quietly.
You nodded, even though every part of you wanted to beg him to stay.
"If that's what you want."
It wasn't.
It wasn't what either of you wanted.
But neither of you stopped it.
—
Three weeks later.
John Logan had become an expert at pretending he was fine.
His teammates believed him.
His roommates believed him.
Even his coach believed him.
But every night, he'd unlock his phone, scroll to your contact, type out a message...
...and delete it.
"I miss you."
Delete.
"Can we talk?"
Delete.
"I made a mistake."
Delete.
He figured you were happier without him.
That was easier to believe than admitting he'd let the best thing in his life walk away.
—
You weren't doing much better.
Your friends kept insisting you should "get back out there."
So eventually, you agreed to go to a party.
You smiled when people talked to you.
Laughed when they told jokes.
Pretended you were okay.
Then, from across the room...
You saw him.
Logan.
He had just walked in with a couple of teammates, laughing at something one of them said.
The second he looked up...
His smile disappeared.
There you were.
You looked beautiful.
You always did.
But seeing you without him felt... wrong.
Like someone had taken the air out of the room.
Neither of you looked away.
"Logan?"
One of his teammates snapped their fingers.
"You coming?"
He nodded absentmindedly.
"Yeah."
But he wasn't listening.
He couldn't.
Not when you were standing twenty feet away.
—
An hour later, you stepped outside onto the back porch to escape the noise.
You barely had time to breathe before the screen door opened behind you.
"I had a feeling you'd come out here."
You turned.
Logan.
Hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie.
Hair messy.
Looking just as exhausted as you felt.
"You still hate crowded parties."
A small laugh escaped you.
"You remembered."
"I remember everything."
Silence settled between you.
Finally, he spoke.
"You look good."
"So do you."
Another silence.
The kind that used to feel comfortable.
Now it just hurt.
"How've you been?" he asked.
You shrugged.
"I'm surviving."
His jaw tightened.
"Yeah."
"Me too."
Neither of you believed the other.
"I miss you."
The words slipped out before Logan could stop them.
Your eyes widened.
He closed his eyes for a second.
"There."
He laughed bitterly.
"I finally said it."
Your heart ached.
"Logan..."
"I've been trying not to."
"I kept telling myself you were better off."
"I kept telling myself I'd get over you."
He looked at you, his voice quieter now.
"I haven't."
You looked away before he could see the tears gathering in your eyes.
"I miss you too."
His head snapped up.
"You do?"
"Every day."
You laughed softly through your tears.
"I still reach for my phone to text you whenever something funny happens."
"I still expect you to be the first person I tell everything to."
Logan swallowed hard.
"I still sleep on my side of the bed."
"I can't bring myself to take over your space."
You wiped at your eyes.
"I even ordered your favorite coffee by accident last week."
He smiled sadly.
"I still drive past your apartment hoping I'll accidentally see you."
You looked at him.
"You do?"
"More than I'd like to admit."
"I messed up."
His voice cracked.
"I got comfortable."
"I stopped telling you how much you meant to me because I thought you'd just... know."
He shook his head.
"That wasn't fair to you."
"I should've fought harder."
"I should've listened more."
"I should've chosen us instead of assuming we'd always be okay."
He stepped a little closer.
"I'm not asking you to forget what happened."
"I'm not asking you to pretend everything was perfect."
He took a shaky breath.
"I'm just asking..."
His eyes searched yours.
"...if there's any part of you that still wants this."
Your tears finally spilled over.
"I never stopped wanting this."
Relief washed over his face so quickly it almost made you cry harder.
"You didn't?"
"I was just waiting for you to come back."
Logan let out a laugh that sounded suspiciously like a sob.
"I've wanted you back since the second I walked away."
He reached for your hand slowly, giving you every chance to pull away.
You didn't.
Your fingers slid into his like they belonged there.
"I don't want another goodbye," you whispered.
"There won't be one."
"You can't promise that."
"No."
He smiled gently.
"But I can promise that next time things get hard..."
He squeezed your hand.
"...I'll stay."
You stepped into his arms.
The hug wasn't dramatic.
There were no grand declarations.
Just relief.
The kind that comes from finally finding your way back to the person who still feels like home.
Logan rested his forehead against yours.
"I love you."
You smiled through your tears.
"I know."
Then you laughed.
"But you're going to have to work to earn me back."
He grinned for the first time in weeks.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Because this time, getting back together wasn't about pretending the past never happened.
It was about choosing each other again.
And this time...
Neither of you was letting go.















