YESSS ANOTHER DESI OFF CAMPUS WRITER we're SOOO UPP NOW.
with me meeting all these desi off campus girlies i have the feeling that i need to write a whole other john logan blurb where he admires you in your long kameez or lehenga and he calls u a princess or smth. or ughhhh imagine educating him and making him watch dilwale dulhania le jaayenge or jab we met (or my personal fave, i hate luv storys) or smth UHDKJSKJDS.
maybe you catch him listening to the soundtrack of saiyaara when he's doing the laundry, or him wanting to gift you pretty jhumkis and churiyas to match his hockey jersey, fawkkkkkk. and he's always gifting ur parents something for divali (if you're hindu) and lovessss celebrating holi with them omg stop it. omg imagine him wanting to put a bindi on you, and he's like really close to your face uggjhfgsjghfj
UGJFDHDSGJSHDGFJDHGSJGJ fuck man, imagine him being like totally integrated in the family. and he alwaysssss helps ur mum out in the kitchen while she jokingly calls him bakwaas 😭 he's so desi husbanddddd, and he's lowkey wooing all the aunties with his charms 🥹
LMAOOAOAOAJOD i. am. losing. the. plot. please tell me you're digging this otherwise i'm gonna crawl into the ground
and and and when they’re fighting she tells him scolds him in her like native language all mad but she’s not really scolding him yk ? (like in Hindi she’ll say something like tumse gussa bhi nahi ho sakti >:( aese shakal banaoge tho kya karoon etc) and he just smiles and she’s like dude I’m cussing you out why are you smiling and he’s like baby i know when you cuss me out and she’s like …bewakoof.
he moves sun and earth to somehow get you jhumkas and bangles, you wear a saree one time and he DIES DEAD 😵 and you tell him how the first person to put colour on you in Holi is like the love of your life etc and he explodes on the inside when you put colour on his face ahhhhh
Summary: Despite catching feelings for each other, John Logan is still being a slut. His bad choices mean potentially losing you forever, and Hannah and Garrett help save your crumbling relationship.
Ahead: John Logan x reader, mostly fluff with hints of smut/steamy moments, slight jealousy, manwhore behavior
Note: I had to repost this bc I somehow deleted it (if anyone knows why this happens hmu idk how I did that)
Enjoy :)
John Logan is a slut. This is something you knew before you even spoke a single word to him. All the hockey boys were. They existed with the idea in their heads that they were God’s gift to the earth, like their dicks were specially crafted by the big man upstairs to please Puck Bunnies and sorority girls.
You were neither a Puck Bunny or a sorority girl, not that there was anything wrong with either. You just didn’t have time for all the events and social standards they lived by. Instead, you worked double shifts on weekends and studied your butt off for the rest. Luckily, you made friends with the same point of view early on during your time at Briar U. Your roommates, Hannah and Allie, quickly became your rocks. Without them, college would be miserable but Hannah’s positive attitude and Allie’s adventurous tendencies kept you on your toes.
In your sophomore year, Hannah threw you for a loop. Suddenly, Hannah and Garrett Graham, star hockey player and known fuckboy, were attached at the hip. While you quickly learned of their scheme to pretend to date in order to boost Hannah's social status in order to catch the attention of Justin, Hannah’s longtime crush, that didn’t stop you and Allie from being dragged into the world of hockey. Without warning, you were at parties and the Hawk’s House nearly daily.
John Logan noticed you as soon as Hannah became Garrett’s tutor. He found your reluctance to fall for his charms endearing. Your ambition to succeed and make something of your life was even more endearing. As he was oftentimes surrounded by dreams of the NHL or girls with dreams of marrying a guy in the NHL, seeing you so determined to become your own person made you more attractive than you could ever know. Logan could never seem to get you alone. You clung to either Hannah or Allie at parties, or just didn’t show up.
His first chance to truly talk to you came about completely randomly one night while he drove home from his chemistry study group. It was already dark outside, the sun setting extra early as November entered and the cold had begun to worsen. His headlight caught sight of something ahead, a girl walking with a bike on the side of the street, pulling her jacket tighter with the wind rushing past her. Logan pulled over just in front of her.
“Need some help?” He called out, hopping out of his truck to help the stranger without thinking twice.
“My chain broke.” You grumbled, your lovely face coming into Logan’s view as he approached.
Logan’s breath caught. What were the odds that the damsel in distress on the side of the road would be you? You, the ever allusive best friend of his best friend’s girlfriend. You, the girl who didn’t even humor him with a scoff when he made dumb joke at a party. You, the girl who was clouding his mind without even knowing it.
“Oh,” You spoke, cocking your head as his large frame approached you. “It’s you.”
Logan smirked at that, unsure if that was a good or bad thing. “It’s me.” He held your eyes for a few moments, as though daring the other to speak next.
A strong gust of wind breezed past you, making the fallen amber leaves around you flutter. You shivered, tucking your chin into the collar of your jacket like a turtle. Logan was brought back to reality, stepping forward to grab your bike.
“I’ll drive you home.” He declared, picking up your bike like a toothpick and heading towards the bed of his truck.
You spluttered, you mouth agape. “You don’t have to-”
“And what,” Logan placed your useless bike into the bed of his truck. “Leave you here to freeze? Be rational, babe.”
You gulped at the nickname, a blush staining your cheeks that you could write off as being from the persistent wind. Logan didn’t give you anymore time to protest, opening his passenger side down expectantly.
You scurried forward, plopping into the seat. As Logan shut the door, you whispered, “Thanks.”
He paused, giving you a genuine smile. “Anytime.”
After that night, Logan saw more of you. When Hannah or Allie weren’t available to cling to at parties or Malone’s, you hung around him. To Logan, it was an honor. He learned more about you, finding himself lost in your eyes nightly. Suddenly, you were willing to hang around longer at parties, Logan always volunteering to drive you home once you were tapped out.
You realized that Logan was not that bad. There was more to him than just a devastating smile, superior hockey skills and glorious hair. He loved his family, even if they weren’t perfect by any means. He ran a side hustle as a repair man as he didn’t receive any monetary help from his parents, unlike the other hockey guys. You respected his willingness to work hard, never one to give up easily or at all.
In January, Briar Hockey had a huge win against Yale. The party was massive, taking over the Hawk’s House before the players could even arrive. You had attended the game alongside Hannah and Allie, finding the neck-and-neck win exhilarating and it was only logical to move over to the after party with the amount of adrenaline pumping through your veins.
In the past, Hannah was your sober buddy, but since Garrett became her guard dog she had left you high and dry. In the spirit of the night, you decided to partake in a few beers and a couple of shots of tequila with Allie. Soon, you were tipsy and breaking it down on the dancefloor with Allie.
You felt a warm, strong hand grip your shoulder. You glanced back, a wide grin splitting your face. “Logan!” You spun around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. “You were great tonight!”
Logan grinned, a beer in his hand, “You are sloppy drunk.”
You pulled back from the hug and booped his nose, “You bet!”
Logan laughed, officially joining you on the dancefloor. At first, he seemed apprehensive to dance with you in your drunken state, letting you do your twirls and hold his hand as hopped around.
The song changed. “This is my song!” You shouted, a huge smile on your face. Without warning, your ass was pressed against his groin. Logan’s hands naturally fell to your hips, but you noticed his lack of movement and rigidness instantly.
“What’s wrong, Logan?” You teased, batting your eyelashes at him in a way that made his breath hitch. “Where are those world famous hips all the puck bunnies talk about?”
Logan knew he shouldn’t, but the few too many shots from earlier were clouding his judgement. His hands tightened, and he bent down so his lips aligned with your ear.
He spoke gruffly in your ear, making a shiver fall down your spine. “I don’t think you’re ready for all of that, sweetheart.”
You didn’t say anything back, just let your body take over. The music and heat of Logan’s hard body behind you took over your mind. You reached back, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck making his groan into your ear. His hands explored, experimentally squeezing your hips and running over your abdomen just below your breasts.
“Logan…” You breathed, as lips ghosted your ear and down your neck. You turned in his arms, facing him fully and gazing into those big, brown eyes. “More.”
Logan smirked, his hands finding purpose on your ass, squeezing encouragingly, “I’m gonna need you to be more specific.”
You blinked up at him, and before you could lose your courage, you sprung up on your tip toes and pressed your lips to his. He responded instantly, moving one hand to your neck to pull you in further while the other remained on your ass. He tasted like beer and spearmint gum. You moaned as his tongue forced its way into your mouth, making you whimper with need. The heat coursing through your veins was made worse by a soft slap to your bottom as Logan broke the kiss to nip at your neck, leaving behind an array of multi-colored bruises in their wake.
“God, you don’t know what you do to me.” Logan groaned, wanting nothing more than to take you to his room. “I’ve wanted this for a while.”
You breath hitched, tugging at his hair as his lips made their way to your chest where your dress exposed your soft skin. At this point, the music and fellow party goers had faded into just muffled noise. To you, Logan was the only one there.
“I’ve wanted this too.” You admitted, scraping your nails against his scalp. “But I don’t do hook ups.”
Logan pulled back slightly, looking at your eyes. “You’re not a hook up. You never will be.”
You smiled, gently running your thumb over the stubble on his jaw. “Good, but I’ll need a date before we go any further.”
Logan grinned. “Are you asking me out?”
You rolled your eyes. “If that makes you feel special, princess.”
Logan laughed, holding your waist and not letting go. “It does, actually.”
You rolled your eyes again, laughing at his stupid comment. Logan tugged you through the crowd of dancers towards a more quiet spot.
“I’m going to tell the guys I’m going to bed. You’re coming with me.” He asserted and you opened your mouth to protest. “Not for anything like that. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
You blushed, crossing your arms and snorting. “I can call a cab.”
“That will take forever. You can sleep in my bed. I’ll take the floor.” Logan stated, and you opened your again to protest but he shut you down by holding up a hand. “No choice, sweetheart. See you in a second.”
With that, he disappeared in the crowd to find the boys. You leaned against the wall, trying to will your heartbeat to return to a normal pace.
“I can’t believe you hooked up with Logan in the bathroom.” A girl’s voice wafted up to your ears, you caught sight of her and a brunette leaning against a wall near you. You recognized them as puck bunnies from the games.
“He needed a reward for playing such a good game.” The brunette giggled, sipping on her drink.
The blonde girl laughed, nodding in agreement. “I might try to hop on that later.”
The brunette smirked. “He’s probably down. You know how easy he is after games. All adrenaline and testosterone. He’s like an animal. He’ll fuck anything with a pulse.”
Your heart constricted at their conversation, your digging your nails into your palm to refrain from saying something to them. It wasn’t their fault that Logan was an animal, as they said. If their words were correct, his willingness to kiss you wasn’t due to genuine feelings, but a want to put his dick into something with a pulse. Although, according to the brunette, he had already done that earlier in the night. You felt red hot anger taking over as you pushed off the wall, heading for the door. He kissed you after hooking up with something merely an hour or two ago. He was willing to go out with you with some over girl’s nail marks probably in his back.
You ignored all of Logan’s calls and texts over the next few hours. You walked 20 minutes in the cold back to your dorm, angry tears stinging your eyes.
Him: Where are you?
Him: I went back to the spot and you were gone
Him: Did you go back to dancing lol
Him: I’ll wait for your upstairs
Him: Why are you ignoring my calls?
Him: Please answer the phone I’m worried
Him: Did I do something?
You refused to answer him. Not even giving him the relief of knowing you got home okay or where you went. You continued to ignore his texts and calls into the next several days, choosing to lay on the couch and eat Hot Cheetos while Allie and Hannah got ready to go to Malone’s with the boys.
“What is going on with you?” Hannah asked, plopping down next to you. “You’ve been super mopey since last Friday.”
“Nothing.” You lied, pausing 10 Things I Hate About You. “I’m just not in the mood.”
Hannah paused, gnawing at her lip like she was building the courage to ask something. “Did something happen between you and Logan?”
You couldn’t hide the surprise in your eyes. While Allie and Hannah knew of your mutual affection towards Logan, neither knew about your steamy encounter at the post-game party. They most definitely didn’t know about your overheard conversation between the puck bunnies or that you were attempting to mend a broken heart that somehow managed to be cracked by someone who was never your boyfriend.
“Why would you think that?” You asked, trying to seem nonchalant, but just coming off like a cornered animal.
“Logan might be super down too and asks about you everytime we see him.” Hannah admitted, waiting for your reaction.
You stared at her, shocked by the news. You assumed Logan was continuing to call and text you because you were a new conquest that he hadn’t completed. Maybe he was bored when would call and text you. He without a doubt was still hooking up with other girls, that was given. Despite his willingness to go out with you, John Logan was not a boyfriend, he was a hook up. And you? You were a girlfriend. The two of you would never work, you had accepted that until Hannah informed you of his out of character attitude.
“He’s been laying around all day, missing shots at practice and just not like himself at all. Garrett said he hasn’t left the house for anything but class and practice since Friday.” Hannah explained further, leaned towards you to ensure you were really listening. “He’s been clinging to his phone like a lifeline and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that you’re both seemingly heartbroken at the same time.”
You bit your lip, casting your eyes to the ground. It didn’t seem like Logan was hooking up with anyone after all. Instead, he seemed as devastated as you were.
Hannah continued, “I think you should give him a second chance. Whatever he did, I bet he would be willing to fix. Have you tried calling him?”
You shook your head. You couldn’t lie to Hannah. With a sigh, you spilled your guts, telling her the entire story. Hannah listened, nodding and holding your hand supportively.
“I just don’t think he’s capable of being a boyfriend.” You admitted at the end of your story. “If he can’t be serious, I’m wasting my time.”
Hannah nodded, eyebrows crinkled like she was thinking too hard. “I get that. But it seems like he is really serious about you. I mean, even Garratt is worried about how he’s been acting. He said Logan has never been like this before. That has to say something, right?”
You shrugged, pulling the blanket on your lap up to your chin. “Maybe, but I’m not sure I’m willing to get hurt by him to find out.”
Hannah frowned, kissing your forehead as she stood. “I think you should give him a second chance. He might surprise you.”
“So Logan made a big fuck up.” Garrett nodded, pacing his bedroom as Hannah explained the whole story of what happened between you and Logan.
“Massive.” Hannah nodded. “But I think with the right moves Logan can fix this.”
Garrett paused, raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend perched on his bed. “Go on, Wellsy.”
“We need to get Logan to show her that he can be serious. A romantic gesture? Something that gives boyfriend material.”
Garrett fell backwards onto the bed, landing next to Hannah and staring at the ceiling in thought. “She’s super into romance movies, right?”
Hannah nodded, “Her favorite is 10 Things I Hate About You.” She paused, thinking and then gasped. “I know what he’s going to do!” She squealed, hopping off the bed and running to Logan’s room, Garrett in tow looking very lost.
Somehow Allie and Hannah had convinced you to leave the confines of your shared dorm to go out three days after Hannah had spoken to you about Logan. Your heart still ached. Everything reminded you of Logan. The strength of his arms around your waist. The feeling of his soft lips brushing your neck and chest. The taste of his tongue against your own. It was all too much. Yet, you were now shoved into a tiny top from Allie’s closet and some “fuck me” boots and placed into the backseat of Garrett’s Jeep.
When you arrived at Malone’s, you were begrudgingly disappointed to not see Logan. A little part of you wish he was here. You missed him, even if you were mad at him.
Garrett brought you and the other girls drinks, seeming ansty. In fact, so did Hannah and Allie, who were glancing at the door every few minutes.
“What’s going on?” You spoke up, making all three head whip towards you.
“Nothing.” Allie spoke way too fast. She was an awful liar.
You scoffed, placing your beer down on the table and crossing your arms. “All three of you have been watching that door like you’re waiting for crime to take place. What is going on?” You repeated the question.
They shared nervous glances and as Hannah opened her mouth, the door of Malone’s opened and in walked none other than John Logan. You stared, surprised and unable to help the flutter of your heart as he walked in, a plaid shirt over his broad shoulders and his stubble more prominent than normal, like he hasn’t been shaving.
“Oh thank god.” Garrett breathed a sigh of relief, seeing his best friend enter the bar.
“Is this a set up?” You asked, an edge of annoyance in your voice.
“Well-” Hannah didn’t get to explain as John Logan made long strides to the stage.
Logan grabbed the karaoke mic, speaking into it, “Hello, fellow Hawks.” A few people in the bar whooped and clapped. “I am going to do something that is meant to prove that I am willing to do anything, even humiliate myself, to get you to forgive me and know I am serious.” His eyes held your own.
You sucked in a breath. “Hannah, what is this?” Despite addressing your friend, you didn’t take your eyes off Logan.
Music started playing. The beginning of “Can’t Take My Eyes off You” by Frankie Valli began to play, making you involuntarily snort and throw a hand over your mouth. Just like in your favorite movie, Logan began to sing the line of the song with the same passion as Patrick did for Kat. Garrett clapped and hollered for his friend while others laughed and cheered. Logan’s face was pink with embarrassment, a huge smile on it as he held your eyes the entire time. As the song ended, he approached you in the audience, held out a hand and you grasped his without a second thought. The laughter coming from you was uncontrollable as your eyes shined with mirth.
“You are something else, Logan.” You spoke as he placed the microphone down.
He grinned, shrugging his shoulders. His hand refused to leave yours, like letting go would mean losing you forever. “What do you think?”
You laughed, standing up to face him fully. “I think you’re a dork.”
Logan rolled his eyes and chucked. “I get that, but do you think I’m serious now?”
You stared at his face, eyes full of hope and sincerity. “I believe you, Logan.”
Logan gave you a stupidly large grin, lifting you from the ground and making you yelp in surprise. He spun you around, kissing you with a smile still on your face.
“But!” You spoke up, making him freeze. You held his face, making him look you in the eyes. “No. More. Puck. Bunnies.”
Logan chuckled. “Trust me. I’ll never think of them again.”
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you have given me the most insane john logan obsession. HES SMTH SERIOUUUSSS BRO 😩😩😩
i made a cute little list of things that are so attractive abt him:
- the whole “closed cans are safer” thing
- “where’s the bentley”, “good for you”, “i’m proud of you”
this sounds so delusional again, but you know how he has to work for everything in life, he’s a handyman low-key. he fixes people’s shit. ugh imagine him with like a spoiled gf or something, and calls you like sarcastic little nicknames, like “pretty princess” or whatever when you act a little bratty. omg i might indulge in this
- him going to malone’s in that mechanics outfit. he looks fuckimg edible with the chain peeking out. wtf imagine it dangling in your face i’m so insaneeee about him
- just him in that carhartt jacket with the chain around his neck
- him in that fucking workout scene with the bandana, and his arms are like coated in sweattttttttt bro
- deadass his voice. he sounds playful, yet serious, it’s a little deep, it’s perfect
- carrying hannah’s bike WITH EASE
- THE ARROW CELLY
- literally when his hair is all messy in the dressing room and his jaw is all tight and shit as he argues w garrett
- the fucking finger twirl
- he looks like he’s so warm. like good hugs, soft kisses, omg imagine the slight scratch of his facial hair as he nuzzles into your neck when he feels extra clingy
- in episode 3 (ig?) when garrett’s trying to study in the living room, and he walks in with those liquid iv boxes and like leans on the sofa?? omg.
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