You were a normal college student. You hang out with friends, went to class, studied during the week and partied at night. The only thing was that on the side you ran the infamous advice social media page ‘Bitch to me Briar’. There you listened and offered wisdom to the students who complained about classes, teachers, food, friendships, but most of all relationships. John Logan is struggling, at least off the ice, having a crush on your best friend’s girlfriend is not for the week. So he takes some desperate measures and sends a message to a certain Instagram account not knowing the owner is someone a lot closer than he thinks.
Two-parters
Patched Up, Patched Up (2)
After a rough game on the ice, John Logan might’ve found something that makes all the injuries worth it
One-Shots
Study Break
You should’ve known better to study at your boyfriend’s house if you wanted to be actually productive.
Liquid Courage
You dreamed of turning your fifth wheeling of Hannah and Allie's relationship into triple dates with the help of a certain brunette player. However at a party like any other, your object of desire might be feeling the same way. All it took was some many Jell-O shots.
Just Visiting
After submitting your transfer application to Briar U, your best friend, Hannah, invites you to spend a weekend on campus. There you catch a glimpse of what your life could be like. Unfortunately you aren’t ready to put down any roots at Briar before application decisions are out. It’s also unfortunate that John Logan is a persistent person you come to learn
Right Answers Only
John Logan thought he was competitive, being an athlete and all. That was until his girlfriend brought him to weekly trivia, leaving him both fearing for his life and hopelessly in love after the night was over.
Kiss it Better
Logan is eternally grateful that his girlfriend was a pre-med student. That just meant he got some extra kisses once the bandages were done and wrapped.
Bite the Bullet
You and Logan have been hooking up all semester. It was a nice thing going as neither of you really did the relationship thing. However with your sorority formal around the corner for some reason you’re finding it hard to ask whether Logan would want to be your date.
Coming Soon
On the Record
Sports was not the beat you covered. But when your peer gets sick you agree to take over one of their interview with a hockey teammate heading to frozen four. Slight conflict of interest when John Logan seems to like you and you have a strict rule about source boundaries.
Sweet Surprises
You adored your boyfriend, John Logan, with every bone in your body. Which is why you decided to throw him his very first surprised party. Except this happened to be the one time having a clingy boyfriend had it's downsides
Summary: You adored your boyfriend, John Logan, with every bone in your body. Which is why you decided to throw him his very first surprised party. Except this happened to be the one time having a clingy boyfriend had it's downsides
Warnings: FLUFF, slightish bit of angst
A/N: Giving you something sweet! I really loved writing this. Lowkey one of my favorites.
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After dating Logan for nearly a year, you liked to think you knew almost everything about him. You knew what made him laugh, his favorite hockey players, movies he enjoyed and video games he played. You also knew about his upbringing that shaped him into the most emotionally aware and caring boyfriend you’d ever had. But there was one thing you knew about Logan that you wanted to change.
Throwing him a surprise birthday!
He mentioned it on the off hand when you were telling him about your own 18th surprise party where your friends pretended to forget your birthday before walking into a party later that night. It was one of the most memorable events where you felt so loved. And you wanted that for Logan. Remind him that he was loved.
So the planning started. You had exactly two weeks to pull off the best surprise party of them all. You enlisted his teammates, Hannah, Allie and Jules.
—
“Hey pretty,” Logan murmured, startling you as his arms wrapped around your waist as you were working by the kitchen counter.
You were spending the night since you were away last weekend for a club retreat and Logan was being more clingier than usual.
While normally you’d relax into his hold, this time your laptop screen has the group chat pulled up and other websites. Instead you froze in his hold, quickly swiping desktops before he could catch a glimpse.
You felt guilty when Logan gave you a weird look but the expression didn’t last when you turned to pressed a kiss to the corner of his lip. He smelled fresh as his hair was still damp from the shower, which is why you wanted to sneak in some extra planning time.
“Whatcha working on?” he mumbled, head now buried in the crook of your neck. You giggled feeling his stubble against your soft skin.
“Just a group project for class,” you said, interlacing your hand with his fingers splayed across your waist. You stayed in his embrace for a second feeling his breath tickle the back of your neck.
Him seemed satisfied with your answer, pulling away slightly to spin you around in his arms so you’d face him. God you loved him so much. Every smile he gave you was just another reminder that your party planning skills had to be on top of it.
“Thought you were done with midterms,” Logan hummed.
“Yeah my marketing class is just OD,” you shrugged.
“You have Donovan right? I can give you my slides from last semester if you need help.”
Your heart clenched at his thoughtfulness. That presentation wasn’t actually until the end of the month but the fact Logan still offered you support made you love him even more.
“Thanks,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his chest, right over his heart.
“Anything for you, gorgeous,” he hummed, “Lemme cook dinner since you’re working.”
“It’s fine Logan,” you said, “I can help.”
“Nah I got it beautiful,” he assured, pressing a quick kiss to your head.
God you loved this man. Which is why this party needed to be perfect.
—
Things got worse as the date crept forward. Logan was a clingy boyfriend which normally you wouldn’t complain about until you realized you had no way of secretly communicating with anyone if he was in the room. He was always in arms distance, not in a possessive way but more in a sense he couldn’t stand the thought of there being a single inch of space between you if you were in the same room.
You were sitting on the counter in the garage while he was changing the oil of his car. Normally you would spend the time ogling him and talking about your day but today you were distracted. In between sneaking glances of him shirtless you were firing texts to Garrett, Dean, and Tucker about food details and to see if a certain birthday gift was possible. They were annoyingly slow at responding.
“You’re awfully quiet, pretty,” Logan said, turning his attention from the car to you.
Your brows were furrowed as you were trying to make sense of Dean’s cryptic texts and your legs seining back and forth impatiently. You were distracted by the amount of recipes Tucker sent and the lack of engagement from Garrett that you hadn’t realized Logan had wiped his hands and made his way over to you.
“Baby,” he hummed, leaning into your space.
“Hmm,” you replied before glancing up from your phone and seeing he was inches away from you.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hey,” you smiled, lowering your phone.
“You’ve been looking at the phone more than me this whole time. And I’m literally half naked,” he pouted, moving a hand to grip your waist.
You chuckled at his complaint but put your phone down next to you to wrap your arms around his neck drawing him closer. Your noses brushed as you looked into those beautiful brown eyes you adored.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.
Then you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips as an apology. Logan instantly reacted, deepening the kiss like a starved man. His grip tightened around your waist while one hand reached up to cup your jaw. Your own hands tangled into his soft hair as you let out a soft moan when his tongue met yours. Your bodies were now flushed against each other as you felt his hot bare skin against your clothed body. Logan began to press kisses down your neck while your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist to pull him closer.
Just as Logan began to grind into you, gripping your thighs your phone began to ring.
Fuck it was probably Garrett getting back to you about that favor.
You broke away to check your screen to confirm your suspicions but Logan kept kissing your neck, not wanting to stop.
“Do you seriously have to take that?” Logan said into your skin.
Garrett wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important.
You pulled away, placing a hand on his chest to allow yourself some space to hop off the counter.
“Sorry it’s my group calling about the project,” you said, quickly rushing outside to take the call. You made sure to give him a quick kiss before leaving.
Logan let out a defeated sigh watching you go. A feeling of unease began to brew in his stomach as he blinked his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating Garrett’s caller ID on your phone.
You wouldn’t lie to him, right?
—
Logan’s birthday was a week away and you had somewhat finalized your plans.
Everyone agreed that it would be best for you two to have a dinner date and then to bring him back to the hockey house. The group was going to set everything up as you were out. You had also been practicing your baking skills for the past week which meant you had accidentally set of your fire alarm twice. But you were confident now that the final product would be great.
The only problem was that Logan had a birthday tradition of bringing all his friends to his childhood diner somewhere in Hastings. You had joined him last year as his new girlfriend and he was so happy to be surrounded by you and all his teammates. Which is why it was horrible breaking the news that it would only be you two this year.
“I’m sorry babe,” you hummed, rubbing his arm.
“Yeah it just sucks. I’m not the biggest fan of birthdays but I thought they’d at least remember to save the date,” Logan sighed, frowning down at you.
In reality, Garrett wasn’t visiting Hannah’s parents and Tucker and Dean weren’t going to this once in a lifetime concert. They were staying back to decorate the house.
You told yourself the look on his face during the surprise would be worth it but in the moment you wished you could tell him the truth. He’d been on edge all week with practices.
“Hey we’re going to have a fun night though,” you offered, wrapping your arms around his middle to pull him closer.
“Yeah,” he said, but his eyes still looked sad.
You rested your head against his chest as his arms stroked your side in the comforting embrace. You could tell he was frustrated with the situation but didn’t want to talk about it.
You knew Logan had trouble expressing his emotions which was a bit of a road bump in the beginning of your relationship. You learned that you needed to be patient with him or else he’d isolate himself. Although since you’ve been together Logan has been great at communicating. Almost too good as you listen to all his wild tangents and stories that led him to his emotional conclusion.
Your phone kept buzzing in your back pocket which was starting to cut through the comforting moment that Logan released you.
“I’ll let you get that,” he said hurt laced in his voice, before walking toward the stairs.
“It’s nothing,” you assured, feeling like you were adding salt to the wound.
You knew you’ve been distracted by your phone these past weeks that Logan started to catch on. Although you tried to assure him it wasn’t anything it seemed he wasn’t buying it. Hence him closing himself off.
“I’m gonna go shower,” he said and then disappeared up the stairs.
You let out a defeated sigh but you could try to make it up to him with cuddles. Checking your phone you instantly smiled seeing Garrett was able to seal the last surprise in your plan.
You just hoped Logan won’t get even sadder that he wouldn’t want to celebrate his birthday.
—
The day finally arrived and you were a frazzled mess. You sent out all your final texts as Logan was still in the shower getting ready for dinner.
Logan’s Super Surprise Party
You
We’re about to leave! DON’T go in yet until I say so
Garrett
Yes Captain
Tucker
All the food is ready!
Hannah
I’m so excited!!!
Allie
Finalized the playlist with Justin and Dean this morning
You
Thank you guys!!! I really hope he likes it
Jules
Oh he will. Mostly because you planned it and he likes anything you do.
You rolled your eyes at Jules' playful text and tucked your phone into your shoulder bag. You had slept over the night before since all his roommates were allegedly out of town but in reality they were all just staying at their respective girlfriend’s places to keep up the act.
“Don’t you look pretty?” Logan drawled, walking in with just a towel around his waist.
You were putting the last touches to your lip combo to match the cute denim skirt and white blouse you were wearing.
“Hey birthday boy,” you smiled.
Logan wasted no time planting a kiss on your lips which ruined your entire three step lip combo process. When he pulled away there were remnants of gloss staining his own lips.
“Logannnn,” you whined, rubbing your thumb over his lips to wipe off the make up. He kissed your thumb while you glared at him.
“You ruined my lip combo,” you sighed, immediately releasing him to fix your liner.
Logan just chuckled, “Worth it,” before throwing on some jeans and a plain black top.
You were jealous that he looked effortlessly good in everything while you spent an hour looking through the duffel bag of clothes for the perfect outfit.
“Ready to go gorgeous?” he hummed, grabbing his keys.
You gave a nod and happily bounced into his embrace. He stuck a hand in the back pocket of your jean skirt, leading you to the car unaware all his friends were waiting down the block.
—
Once you got to the diner, both you and Logan slid into the booth where you had your first date. He was grinning so hard you wouldn’t think he was moping yesterday about all his friends leaving.
“What are the odds?” he smiled.
You just shrugged. You had called the place earlier to save the booth. He didn’t need to know that.
“Whatcha gonna get?” you asked, scanning the menu.
“The usual. Double patty cheeseburger and fries,” he said, “And an extra side of fries so you don’t steal any of mine.”
You gave him a playful glare as you scanned the options. You’d probably do a tuna melt.
You two ordered quickly and began to discuss nothing and everything. Logan talked about his transformer’s themed 6th birthday while you laughed looking at images of a tiny Logan. When the food did come you were grateful for that extra side of fries as Logan gave you a look every time you reached for the basket.
Everything was perfect until your phone began to ring. You had put it on do not disturb but they must’ve bypassed it.
You subtly checked to see the caller ID which was Garrett. Logan looked at you with a certain look that made your heart ache.
“I need to use the bathroom,” you said, getting up.
“Yeah sure,” he mumbled.
In the bathroom you scrolled to see the flood of texts from people asking for party details and when Logan was coming.
“Garrett I’m at dinner,” you hissed.
“I know but we’re having trouble finding the cake.”
“What do you mean—Oh shit it’s in my dorm,” you sighed.
“Is Grace already on her way?” Garrett asked.
“Let me text her,” you said, firing off some messages.
Thankfully Grace was just about to leave before you caught her. She confirmed she could bring the cake which made you take a breath of relief.
“Grace is on her way with the cake,” you confirmed.
“Great, just text when you leave. Or I guess Grace has your location,” Garrett said.
“Yeah, sounds good,” you said before hanging up.
When you got back to the booth Logan was scrolling on his phone looking a bit defeated. You caught the waitress’ attention as his back was turned to you, paying the bill secretly knowing Logan would never let you pick up a check even if it was his birthday.
Your waitress smiled at you, taking your card allowing you to return to your boyfriend. You slide in the spot next to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before stealing a fry off his plate.
“Did you miss me handsome?” you teased watching Logan’s expression change as he took in your sight.
“I always miss you,” he hummed, “Everything alright?”
“Yeah,” you said, “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Logan didn’t get a chance to answer as the waitress came back with your card.
“You’re all set,” she smiled.
Logan gave you an alarmed look watching you quickly write in a generous tip which you had to force yourself not to smile too hard.
“You didn’t have to pay,” he murmured, arms pulling you closer to brush his lips against your ear.
“It’s your birthday,” you said sheepishly, “Lemme spoil you at least once.”
“How did I get so lucky?” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"I'm the lucky one," you teased back which made Logan pepper your forehead with kisses to prove his point.
–
The car ride was peaceful for the most part. One of Logan’s hands was intertwined with yours as he drove through the dimly lit streets. You were buzzing with excitement as you pulled onto Hawk street. Your phone dinged which you let go of his hand to answer that you would be there in a minute.
Logan frowned at the loss of contact. He let out a sigh and began to let out everything he was feeling,
“Are we good?”
Your heart sank. You looked over to him with a shocked look on your face but Logan just looked defeated.
“Are you cheating on me?” he whispered.
“What!” you exclaimed, “Absolutely not!”
“Well you’re always on your phone,” he sighed, shutting off the car as you pulled into the driveway.
“Logan, look at me,” you said, tilting his chin to look at you.
He looked so sad that it made your heart also break. You just needed to get him inside and all would be well.
“We’re perfect,” you said, pressing a quick kiss, “Let’s get inside and I promise you have nothing to worry about.”
He let out a defeated sigh but still opened up the door. You also got out and grabbed his hand as you made your way to the porch. You subtly angled your body so Logan would be in front when you entered. As he fumbled with his keys you secretly began recording for the memories.
As soon as Logan managed to open the door the house lights flicked on to reveal the crowd of people in his living room.
“Surprise!” everyone exclaimed leaving Logan’s jaw on the floor.
You eagerly pushed for him to go inside as his friends engulfed him in hugs and praises.
“Happy birthday old man,” Jules said, embracing their brother.
“You should see your face,” Dean grinned, giving him a nudge, “We totally had you fooled.”
“Yeah, what kind of friends would we be ditching your birthday for a concert?” Tucker chided.
“Happy birthday man,” Garrett smiled, bringing his best friend into a hug.
“Thanks guys,” Logan said, still trying to process it all, "How'd you guys do all this?
“Well you have a pretty awesome girlfriend,” Hannah said, nodding to where you were shyly standing behind him.
Logan turned to wrap an arm around your waist to pull you as close as possible. He gave you a squeeze as his eyes began to fill with tears with how happy he was.
“Happy birthday Logan,” you smiled, pecking his lips.
“You did this all for me?” he asked, looking around to the decorated room filled with all the people he loved.
“Of course,” you said, “You deserve good things. And that’s not even it.”
His brows popped up as Garrett pulled out his phone to reveal a video. After weeks of begging and intense networking, you and Garrett managed to get a personal birthday video from Logan’s current favorite player on the Bruins.
“Happy birthday John Logan,” David Pastrnak said with the Bruins’ rink in the background, “Heard you’re a beast on the ice so hopefully one day we can skate together. You got some good friends, make sure to celebrate tonight.”
“What the fuck,” Logan said, turning to you and Garrett.
You both gave him a non-chalant shrug as he squeezed you tighter. He pressed a kiss to your hair as you giggled seeing him so happy.
Later, you snuck away letting Logan talk to his teammates to go light the cake. Grace was helping you with the candles and gathering everyone to the kitchen. Dean turned off the light as you all sang a loud ‘Happy Birthday’ to Logan who was smiling widely in the middle.
He blew out the candles with no problem making everyone cheer in response. You could barely set the cake down before Logan had his hands all over you.
“You bake this yourself?” Logan hummed, noticing the slightly uneven frosting letters.
“Don’t judge me,” you frowned.
“I’m not. I’m just falling in love with you even more,” he hummed, accepting the knife to begin cutting the cake.
He took a bite and grinned, "Tastes amazing gorgeous."
Soon the party started to die down. You and Logan were chatting with Garrett and Hannah until the couple excused themselves for suspicious reasons that had you making sure to sprint past Garrett’s door later.
“You have fun?” you hummed, turning to face Logan.
“Of course baby. Thank you,” he smiled.
“This was a much better surprise than what you were thinking in the car huh?” you teased, playfully poking his ribs.
“Much better,” Logan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry for jumping to conclusions.”
“It’s ok,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I think I would’ve reacted way worse if it was the other way around.”
“I’m such an idiot for even thinking those thoughts. I mean you threw a fucking surprise party for me. You’re perfect,” he said, “I love you.”
“I love you too John Logan,” you smiled, “Happy birthday.”
You both leaned in for the kiss as everything else faded away. When he pulled away he whispered against your lips
(7) Bitch to Me Briar: Hold on and hope that we'll find our way back in the end
John Logan x fem!reader
Summary: The aftermath of last night have both you and Logan dealing with the mess of each other's secrets. Unfortunately neither of you were good at confrontation.
Warnings: Hella angst, arguing, crying, breakdown, stubborn idiots in love
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A part of you hoped that Logan was going to stop you. But you made it all the way back inside the house without a single word being called out. That honestly made you feel better about your decision.
Even though you wanted to be anywhere else you decided to stay since it was Hannah’s birthday. What’s done has been taken care of.
“Hey,” you said, approaching Amy once again. Thankfully she was off to the side so you could easily hide from the stares you’re bound to get in the next minute.
“Oh hi,” Amy said, then noticing your lack of company, “Where’s Logan?”
“I turned him down,” you said, ripping off the bandage.
“What! You mean he just asked you out,” Amy exclaimed, eyes wide.
“Yeah when we were outside but it’s done now. Let him down easy. I think. Fuck did I make a mistake? No he reacted really weird,” you were rambling now. Your brain was moving too fast for your mouth to keep up.
“Woah easy there,” Amy assured, “You know what? I’m proud of you for sticking to your word.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, Logan is a known slut and whatever that thing with Hannah you’re convinced about is also a complicated situation. He’s gonna have to do a lot more than just ask you out at a party,” Amy shrugged.
Huh you were shocked that you were actually receiving praise for your decision.
“Ok I feel better now,” you sighed, “Oh I need to find my phone.”
“I think I saw it on the couch.”
You and Amy moved towards the living room where Allie, Tucker and Jules were chatting. Logan had just been over, whispering something to Jules so you waited until he left for the kitchen to talk to Dean before moving in. Sure enough your phone was on the armrest. Jules kept eyeing you from their spot on the couch but you were too distracted to notice. When you picked up your phone your face fell.
“I need to use the bathroom,” you told Amy before sprinting up the stairs.
Your phone had blown up with notifications from Instagram. More specifically, notifications for the Bitch to Me Briar account. After you redownloaded the app you must’ve forgotten to turn off display notifications so now anyone who walked by your phone could see all the likes and messages being sent to the account.
You locked yourself in the bathroom, feeling lightheaded and nauseous. How could you be so stupid?
Fuck this could not be happening. Allie, Tucker and Jules were all sitting less than a foot away, one of them had to see it. Allie and Tucker didn’t say anything but Logan and Jules.
Oh god you immediately opened up Fifth Line and all your worst fears were confirmed.
There was a story, uploaded less than a minute ago with a picture of your phone lighting up with the Bitch to Me Briar notification with the caption.
Is the even bigger surprise that Briar Bitch is in attendance at Hannah Wells’ birthday?
Immediately tears threatened to fall past your waterline. Your secret was out. If people didn’t know you they wouldn’t tell it was your phone since your wallpaper was a plain photo of the sunset. But still. If anyone at this party was on their phones they would know your secret.
You wiped your eyes, trying not to try at the stupidity of the situation. Instead you needed to take action.
You needed to tell Jules to take it down.
Just your luck when you opened up the door there was Logan standing right there waiting for the bathroom.
His face morphed from shock to hurt as he opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.
“You told them!” you exclaimed, there were tears in your eyes.
Logan’s face now changed to a look of confusion.
“Tell who what,” Logan asked, still dealing with your rejection not too long ago.
Even though you turned him down, the sight of seeing you in tears made his heart break. His fingers twitched by his side begging to reach for you but he stayed put.
“What’s this?” you accused, flipping your phone over.
There it was the Instagram story on Fifth Line. The account his sibling ran which was airing out your dirty secret.
“I swear I didn’t say anything to Jules.”
“Tell them to take it down,” you said firmly, trying to keep your voice strong.
“Hey look no one is going to know that’s your phone,” he assured, trying to reach out to you but you took a step back.
“I want you to tell Jules to take it down,” you stated, your voice beginning to crack, “If anyone finds out it is me then it ruins everything. Oh god..."
“Ok I got it,” he assured, “Stay here I’ll go find Jules.”
A tear slipped out when you watched him run down the stairs. You continuously refreshed the page to see if the post went away. Thankfully the whole campus seemed to be off their phones since it was prime partying hours so hopefully there weren't that many views.
In the next minute the post was down. That’s when you knew it was time to leave. You could apologize to Hannah later but you couldn’t take this environment anymore. Tears were running freely down your face as you weaved your way through the crowd.
You bumped into Logan just as you were going to make it out the door. The action had you both so startled you pause for a moment.
He looked down at you with those beautiful brown eyes and for a minute you did believe he wanted you. And just you.
You didn’t say anything though. Instead you turned away and ran out the door.
–
By the time you got into your dorm, you fired off a text to Allie, Amy and Hannah saying how you weren’t feeling good and needed to go home. Then you turned off your phone and cried. Cried because of how stupid you were to leave your phone out. Cried because Jules and Logan both knew your secret and could tell all your friends. Cried because you rejected Logan and he didn’t even fight it. And you cried because you were so exhausted with everything.
An hour later you couldn’t sleep from all the stress that you endured in the past 24 hours so you were trying to distract yourself with a movie. For some reason you thought How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days would be a good idea but the whole time it just made you realize how badly you craved a real relationship. Were you too quick to reject Logan? But you were doing it out of respect for yourself. Ugh now you're spiraling again.
There was a knock on the door making you flinch from your makeshift blanket cocoon.
“Hey it’s Allie,” the voice said, “Amy told me what happened with Logan.”
For some reason that made you a bit relieved knowing that your friends seemed more concerned with the failed romance than your failed attempt at running an anonymous account.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure,” you responded meekly.
The door creaked open to reveal a slightly tipsy Allie. SHe looked at you with a sad smile taking in your state.
“Oh girl,” she pouted, wasting no time to warp you in a hug.
Even though Allie didn’t know half of the story, the kind act made you tear up a bit.
“That’s it let it all out,” she comforted, “Logan is just being stupid. He really does care about you.”
You just let out a pathetic sniffle.
“It’ll be fine,” you said, “He’ll probably find a new girl tomorrow.”
“Hey don’t talk that way. You didn’t see the way he looked at you. Logan is just shit at expressing his emotions.”
“Doesn’t matter,” you mumbled.
“Oh come on,” Allie said with the optimism an intoxicated person could have, “Maybe you just need to find a new guy. Honestly I’ve been reading a lot of Bitch to Me Briar and she would have to agree.”
That made you burst in tears which made Allie coo at you more and wondering how could John Logan be the cause of all this.
–
Logan wasn’t in the mood for a party after you disappeared. God he should’ve ran after you. He had two chances to do so and blew it. Now you probably didn’t ever want to see him again.
He tried calling you which to no surprise you didn’t pick up. Then he texted you. Mostly to apologize for the Fifth Line post. The texts felt stupid as he was still struggling to put his thoughts into words so they just came off as douchey making Logan groan.
He felt like shit for making you feel like shit. Why couldn’t he just spit out the words that he was completely gone for you? You made him feel such new things that he was still finding the words to explain which made him lose you in the end.
Logan was laying in his head staring up at the ceiling while the last few people trickled out of the party. He should probably help them clean up downstairs but he needed to be alone. His phone pinged and he immediately sat up to see if it was a message from you. Instead it was from Jules.
Jules
I don’t regret posting what I did but I did out of respect for you and your friend.
God and there was that whole issue. Your secret. Now he thought about it more and it made sense why you were always hiding your phone and using a privacy screen. That also left him thinking. He didn’t care you were Briar Bitch, Jules cared but he didn’t know why. You were someone sweet and kind, probably just doing it with the pure intention of helping people not discovering gossip. Ugh but the fact you had to find out his crush on Hannah made him sick.
When he sent that request Logan was in a scramble of emotions. He had never been great at expressing his emotions or even really processing what he was feeling. With his upbringing he learned that it mostly got in the way of bigger stuff. Like his mom being in and out of rehab. Everything just fell into categories of good and bad.
And maybe Hannah just fell into the overall good category. He felt good around her because she was his friend.
Logan tried picturing you next to him talking this dilemma out. Another reason why he liked you, you always made him think with a new level of clarity and focus that makes the emotions easier to navigate.
“Maybe I’m just jealous of her,” you said to him one day. You two were studying in the library and decided to take a walk to the convenience store as a break.
You were ranting about a girl in your group project that seemed like a spoiled brat being egged on by her boyfriend. You were saying she is so stubborn because when it comes to her and her boyfriend he’ll give her anything.
“Really?” Logan asked, from what it sounded like the girl was a total bitch.
“I mean she’s in what seems to be a very loving relationship where a guy will die for her and I’m out here fending for myself,” you sighed, “I know I don’t really seem the romance type but I would like to have someone in my corner.”
It’s me, Logan thought but he nodded to what you were saying.
“I think everyone is the romantic type. Wanting to be seen isn’t a crazy ask,” Logan said, his hands shoved in his jean pockets while you sauntered ahead. Your vanilla perfume blew right into his nose as he admired your cozy state. A hoodie and sweatpants was what you wore but Logan thought you never looked better.
“Look at you with the advice this time,” you teased.
“I just learn from the best,” Logan grinned, “But also that girl sounds like a total brat so don’t let her relationship status distract you.”
“Yeah she really is the worst,” you said with a laugh.
You looked over to give him one of those signature smiles which had him thinking how he could keep that facial expression permanent on your face for as long as he was around.
The conversation echoed in his head which led Logan to a new train of thought. Had he mistaken his feelings towards Hannah as love instead of jealousy? Was it ever about Hannah herself or about Hannah and Garrett? Briar Bitch, well he supposed you, had suggested he write down all the things he liked about Hannah and aside from the normal “she’s a good person” there were no specific things. He just thought about the way Garrett and her had danced tonight, or Garrett even throwing her a surprise party, or Hannah always cheering the loudest whenever Garrett was on the ice.
He just wanted someone in his corner like Garrett and Hannah had.
You were a genius. Even when you weren’t talking to him you made his figure out the impossible.
So Logan quickly grabbed the nearest sheet of paper and began to write down all the things he loved about you. He was going to prove himself.
–
Later once you calmed down and Allie left the room you did a brave thing and turned your phone off to not disturbed. Sure enough the only texts were from the one and only John Logan. And two from Amy liking the message that you got home and then wishing you words of comfort.
(1) Miss Call from John Logan
John Logan
I’m so sorry about the Fifth Line post. Jules promised me that it only got 50 views and half of them were bots. They showed me the stats. I am really sorry they posted that. For what it’s worth I don’t care that you’re Briar Bitch but your secret is safe with me.
John Logan
I’m also sorry for making you feel like a distraction. You’re not. Never were.
John Logan
I’m sorry for everything. Please don’t shut me out.
Your eyes began to sting again as you reread his texts in the middle of the night. Instead of replying you decided to open up your chat with Amy. There were some other things you needed to take care of before dealing with Logan.
You
Hey I need to tell you something tomorrow
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A/N: Yeah it got worst... BUT now Logan gets to grovel! Also I've been enjoying writing this so much that I think I'll extend it to another chapter or two just based on how much I've been writing. Thank you again for your support and comments! Just the war is over now we're getting into the good parts.
I just wanted to thank everyone who's been interacting and commenting with Bitch to Me Briar. It's one of the first fanfics I've written in awhile so I'm glad you are enjoying! Last chapter was a bit rough and I'm telling you now it's not looking too good for the next chapter..... BUT THEN WE GET GROVELING YEARNING LOGAN! thank you again!!!!! (and check out my other works if you need some more uplifting vibes)
(6) Bitch to Me Briar: Or just say that you were mine
John Logan x fem!reader
Summary: You weren't sure how long you could keep the weight of Logan's secret. Add a party to the mix and things were bound to get messy.
Warnings: Drinking, smoking, angsttttttttt, basically everything goes down (sorry not sorry)
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“Surprise!” everyone screamed as Hannah entered the doorway with her jaw dropped.
Garrett was right behind, recording the whole thing with the largest smile on his face. Hannah quickly made her rounds hugging everyone who was in on the surprise. You squeezed her tight wishing her a happy birthday realizing that maybe all the trouble you were going through the last few days was nothing in comparison to your friendship.
“Oh my god you guys made pina coladas!” she exclaimed, catching a glimpse of the bar area that you and Logan had set up.
“I hired the best bartenders,” Garrett grinned, pulling both you and Logan by the shoulders.
“Happy birthday,” Logan smiled, which made your skin prick up. You didn’t know if it was jealousy or fear.
You decided to take it easy that night since you went crazy on Thursday. You of course took a shot with Hannah for her birthday and continued to nurse only a cider for the rest of the night.
Hannah seemed to be enjoying herself, hugging and dancing with everyone. You saw that Garrett was always within arms distance of her looking at Hannah as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Your heart ached. But not because of your guilt towards knowing Logan’s secret but because you wanted someone to look at you like that.
You got roped into a dance circle with Allie and Hannah enjoying the moment with your roommates. You all had been busy the past few weeks that being together again was enough fun to make you forget about all your current troubles.
You had logged back into Bitch to Me Briar the other night and thankfully the notifications seemed tame. You hadn’t read any of the responses but you had until the weekend to post something until followers would get mad at your absence. But you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of being Briar Bitch again. You either needed to suck it up or find a replacement ASAP.
Meanwhile Logan was busy on host duties with the rest of the roommates. There had already been two spills and one broken glass. He also had been easy on the drinks as he was planning on asking you out tonight. But it seemed he kept getting pulled in different directions.
“Logan!” someone exclaimed from behind him.
He turned to see a very drunk Hannah looking up at him with a cherry drink in hand.
“Hey birthday girl,” he smiled, “Enjoying the drinks?”
“Loving it. You guys did a great job,” she beamed.
A beat of silence passed that made Logan’s heart tick a little faster. He knew it wasn’t because of Hannah but he couldn’t explain why he was nervous.
“So,” Hannah began to say.
“So?”
“You and my friend.”
Both of their gazes flicked over to where you were chatting with Amy by the arcade machine. You were fiddling with your hair again while Amy seemed to be waving off one of the poor freshmen attempting to flirt with her. He noticed you were wearing a brown tinted lipgloss that made your features pop even more. You had gotten ready in his bathroom with your makeup bag tucked neatly on a shelving shaving cream and razors. Logan offered to keep your bag of clothes in his room. Now instead of jeans and your bookshop tshirt you were wearing a mini skirt and a tube top that was hugging you in all the right places. Logan knew that you were always pretty even before he developed this crush on you. But now that he wanted you, the sight of you looking so beautiful made his head spin.
Fuck you made him feel insane. It was scary. He was afraid of what you do to him because he’d do anything for you.
But he was still unsure. Unsure whether he was over Hannah, unsure if you wanted him, if he could even be the man you wanted. Did you even want a man?
“That obvious?” he said, eyes still not leaving you.
“Very obvious. You have these sad puppy eyes whenever she’s around.”
Logan just awkwardly dipped his drink as Hannah rambled.
“If you break her heart I’ll actually kill you. She’s actually an angel on earth.”
“Yeah I know.”
Logan thought back to when you waited patiently in his truck as he was on the phone with the rehabilitation center.
“Everything alright?” you asked politely.
“Yeah I-“ he wanted to tell you but this was new territory with him. No one knew about his home situation.
You blinked at him politely. Not pushing or prying. Just waiting.
“Umm I was talking to my mom’s rehab center,” he sighed.
Your features flashed from surprise to stoic but you didn’t look away. He thought you’d be awkward and fiddle your thumbs, fuck that’s how he wanted you to react. But no. You were sitting in his passenger seat still looking at him as if nothing had changed.
“It’s her third time there. I don’t think she’s taking it very well.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” you said.
“It’s whatever. She’s probably going to start drinking as soon as she’s discharged.”
“It’s not whatever,” you assured, “She’s your mom and I think anyone would be frustrated and hurt if they saw someone they cared about struggling.”
“She’s not a bad person. She was a really good mom before the divorce.”
“That’s good to hear,” you smiled at him, “But it’s ok for you to still feel frustrated about it. I think if you keep invalidating your feelings it doesn’t help in the long run.”
“I’m sorry for dumping this on you.”
“Why are you sorry?” you asked, genuinely confused. You were now turned to be fully facing him and his eyes accidentally flickered to your lips.
“I just–” he sighed, “I don’t really share things about myself. You’re easy to talk to.”
He had told you that at Malone’s all those weeks ago how you always gave the best advice and he realized because you had the ability to make anyone feel comfortable. You took the time to understand the things he was still figuring out.
You reached out to grab his hand and offer him an encouraging squeeze.
“Well if you ever want to get something off your chest, I can be there for you,” you said.
God, you made him weak. Or strong enough to actually think about his emotions rather than just shove them aside. You were so direct about everything you felt that it made Logan admire you even more. Now he just needed to be the one to be upfront about his feelings.
You looked over your shoulder against your better judgment to see Hannah and Logan laughing together and leaning in close. You really wished you could send in your own request to Bitch to Me Briar right now. So you thought about the situation objectively as if you did receive a similar request. What would you tell the person?
Maybe it was something along the lines of what you told Logan, to distance yourself which you already tried. Or maybe to see someone new like you told ladytheatrics. Or maybe it was realizing you deserved better to be a second option.
You were thinking irrationally now but the brief thought still hurt your feelings. You couldn't be with him. Not without knowing that even though you've been there, quietly in the background, he still fell for your best friend.
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“I honestly just cook to survive,” you shrugged which made Tucker gasp.
“What do you mean? Cooking is an art,” he countered.
“I don’t have the time to be whipping up a full course dinner after classes,” you said, “But maybe that’s because I’m really bad so I don’t see the point in spending time on something I’m bad at.”
“This is ridiculous. I’m giving you lessons as soon as possible.”
“Please do,” Amy said, “She set the smoke alarm off at my place while cooking eggs.”
“High heat makes things cook faster,” you defend making Tucker shake his head in disapproval.
“I need a drink,” he grumbled, “You guys want anything.”
“I’m good,” you said, holding up your half finished cider.
“Umm can you get me one of those scary cherry bombs you guys made,” Amy asked to which Tucker gave her a thumbs up.
“Someone’s been staring you down all night,” Amy whispered now that the boy was gone.
“Who?” you really hoped it wasn’t one of the freshman players again.
Thank god Dean interfered before one of them was about to get a very rude rejection.
Amy nodded her head towards the couch to where Logan was standing with Garrett, Hannah and Dean. The four of them seemed to be talking about how Logan's eyes were not on the speaker. Instead they kept darting between Garrett, Hannah and you.
Oh god. Did he know you knew?
“What’s your plan?” Amy asked.
“My plan?”
“Yeah are your going to go for it cause right now I don’t think he’s looked at anyone else for more than a minute.”
You sighed and thought about the promise you made to yourself earlier.
“I don’t think I can be with him,” you said.l, “I think we should stay friends if he does make this move you’re so sure about.”
“Really? Why?”
“He likes Hannah.”
“Not from the way he’s acting right now.”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to be used as a distraction to get over my best friend.”
Amy took a long sip of her drink considering your words before nodding in agreement.
“Honestly you’re right,” she agreed, “You deserve better than that.”
Amy’s support made you feel better that you were doing the right things. You looked over your shoulder and accidentally made eye contact which made Logan’s face light up in a smile. He quickly excused himself from the conversation and made his way over to where you and Amy were.
“Hey,” he said, his cologne filling your nose, “Haven’t really seen you all night.”
“Thank god you spent like half the day with me,” you joked although you were trying to avoid him at this party. God you really needed to take your own advice and be more confrontational.
Logan debated on making a flirtatious comment but with Amy next to him and you doing everything in your power to avoid eye contact he decided against it.
“I don’t think we’ve ever officially met,” Logan said, now turning to Amy, “I’m John Logan.”
“Yeah I know,” Amy said, “I’m Amy.”
“She’s the other volunteer with me,” you explained, “But we’ve been friends since freshman year.”
“Really?” Logan asked amused, “What was she like?”
You gave Amy a look signaling not to say anything too embarrassing. Freshman year John Logan was your campus crush that you would gush to Amy about every time you saw him on campus. And here you were standing next to him and he still made your heart go crazy.
“She used to have a bob,” Amy said, “And really liked wearing hats.”
“Short hair huh.”
“It was not a look,” you grumbled, “Thank god I grew it out over winter break.”
Logan chuckled, instinctively leaning closer to you.
“What were you like freshman year?” you asked.
“Annoyingly ambitious. I was always at the rink because I was fighting for any minute of ice time.”
“I guess some things don’t change.”
“Hey at least I’m in the starting line now.”
“I’m going to find that drink Tucker owes me,” Amy announced, cutting through the tension that was building between you.
“Oh I can go with,” you began, getting ready to follow.
But Amy already waved you off and found Tucker in the kitchen with the last cherry bomb.
“You wanna go outside for a smoke?” Logan asked, revealing a pack from his pocket.
You looked up at him and your gut told you that it was a bad idea. But instead you nodded and followed him out.
—
“Why do you smoke if you’re an athlete?” you asked, accepting a cigarette.
Logan leaned over to light it for you. He was close enough you could smell his cologne.
“I don’t know. Guess we all need a vice,” he shrugged.
“Fair enough. I just assumed with all the training and all,” you explained, puffing out some smoke.
“Yeah it was actually Dean that got me started. I don’t do it too often. Only in social situations,” he said, lighting his own.
“Me too. I’m too scared to buy a pack cause then I feel like it’ll actually get addicted.”
Now you knew it was all a part of the smoking propaganda but Logan did look extremely hot with a cigarette dangling between his lips. The moonlight made his eyes glow even more. A tight long sleeve stretched across his hard chest faintly outlining the defined muscle underneath. The night was surprisingly warm which you could thank climate change since it was the middle of fall but you instinctively crossed your arms together. You realized you had left your purse and phone back inside but you were in no hurry.
For a minute you and Logan just smoked in silence enjoying the faint music and chatter from inside. Logan kept glancing your way as you also peaked at him from time to time.
You noticed his gaze travel back inside to where Hannah and Garrett were dancing together now. Suddenly that familiar pit in your stomach began to bubble up as the illusion of a moment shared between you two vanished.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about,” Logan said, breaking the silence.
He took a final drag of his cigarette before stamping it out. You just held yours to your lips but waited to take a hit. Was this him confronting you about your knowledge about his crush? You thought you gave no indication you knew.
Wait, maybe this was him asking you for advice. The real you. Not the online one.
You had told him you’d be willing to talk to him about anything and meant it. But for him to talk about your best friend wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have.
“Ok,” you sighed, putting out your own cigarette.
“It’s just these past few weeks,” Logan began now feeling nervous, “We’ve been hanging out a lot.”
“And I really love hanging out with you so I just was wondering if maybe you’d want to go out sometime. Like a date.”
You blinked at him. Was this happening? If it really was, why do you feel dread instead of excitement? Why does he still look at Hannah before he looks at you?
“I don’t know,” you breathed out now feeling faint. Logan’s face fell.
You needed to tell him you knew. So he could understand why you couldn’t go out with him. You didn’t care if your secret was out, in this moment everything felt like too much to keep inside.
“Oh I thought you also liked spending time with me,” Logan said now a bit confused.
“I thought you liked Hannah,” you confessed.
There it was. Logan’s face contorted from hurt to confusion by those simple words.
“I-“ he stuttered, “How do you know that?”
“I just know,” you said hoping you wouldn’t have to say.
“Did Jules tell you?” Logan sounded both angry and confused.
“No you did.”
“I did? When would I— Oh.”
And there it was. The realization on his face made you both want to hurl but also take a deep breath now that your secret was out to at least one person.
“You’re Briar Bitch?” he said as if testing out the theory.
You nodded.
“You knew this whole time?”
You couldn’t tell from his voice if he was angry but there was no turning back now. Logan could hate you but at least you had put all your cards on the table.
“Not the whole time. I never know who sends in stuff but I just put two and two together,” you explained, “I didn’t tell anyone I promise. No one even knows I run the account. Just you now I guess.”
A beat of silence passed. Logan ran a hand through his hair and looked up to the sky for answers.
“Please don’t hate me,” you sighed.
“Why would I hate you for running an account?” he said seriously.
You flinched at his bluntness.
“Because now I know your secret.”
Because you’ve been lying to everyone you know.
“And that’s why you won’t go out with me?”
His question made you furrow your brows as he seemed to be still hung up on the rejection. But you made a promise to yourself that you would stand your ground.
“Yes,” you sighed, “It wouldn’t be right.”
“What do you mean?” Logan demanded.
“Are you over Hannah?” you asked.
Logan went silent. He wants you like he’s never wanted anyone before. So why did his heart jump at the sight of Hannah and Garrett tonight?
He knows the answer but for some reason he can’t get it out. If he says it that means what he feels for you is real and for some reason that’s scarier with you standing in front of him demanding answers.
“I don’t want to be used as some distraction to get over my best friend,” you said firmly.
“You’re not a distraction. I swear—.”
“You said you were in love with her,” you whispered.
“I didn’t know what I was feeling,” he exclaimed.
“Then how do you know that your feelings for me isn’t just an attempt to get over her.”
“I—“ he stuttered, “I don’t know.”
Wrong answer. Even he knew as soon as it left his lips. But that was what came out instead of 'I know', 'I want you', or 'This is different'. Any of those would've been better but now he has to deal with seeing the hurt look on his face at the hands of his own stupidity.
“I’m not mad that you love Hannah,” you explained with such a calmness that Logan realized you had been thinking about this. “I just can’t. I don’t want to be compared to Hannah or you realizing it's not what you want when it does happen. I think I deserve better than that."
“Look,” Logan pleaded. “I’m sorry but it’s not like that. It won’t be like that.”
He's grasping at straws but your mind was already made up. The nail on the coffin was when he couldn't answer your original question.
“No I’m sorry Logan,” you said. “I have too much to deal with and I can’t add being a crutch to that list.”
You turned on your heel and headed straight back into the party leaving Logan alone. He should've ran after you. Called out your name. Begged for your forgiveness. But instead he stood outside alone, realizing out of all the things he wanted to tell you not a single one made it past his stupid mouth.
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A/N: Here it is! Ugh I don't really know how I feel about the writing so might rewrite it but yeah my girl stood on business and honestly respect. The next chapter is going to be crazy, storm's not over. Sorry not sorry.
Summary: You and Logan have been hooking up all semester. It was a nice thing going as neither of you really did the relationship thing. However with your sorority formal around the corner for some reason you’re finding it hard to ask whether Logan would want to be your date.
A/N: Just something funny and very relatable to some!
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You and Logan had been hooking up consistently for the past two months. You had met him at a sorority mixer where your social chair somehow managed to snag with the very desirable hockey team. The hockey team rarely mixed with sororities however Dean seemed to fancy your social chair and convinced the team to make an exception.
It ended up being a success. There were at least five people making out in the kitchen by the end of the night. Logan had approached you and your friend, Saylor, with Colin Fitzgerald by the air hockey table and challenged you to a game. That’s how you and Saylor both ended up not sleeping in the sorority house that night.
Since then Logan and you had a pretty agreeable arrangement. If you saw one another at a party you would most likely go back with him to the hockey house. You’d acknowledged each other in passing and you or him would text if you were having a boring night. But it wasn’t a relationship.
Both of you had made it clear neither of you were in any position to actually commit to something. You were busy preparing for the LSAT and running your sorority while Logan obviously had hockey. So it was a perfect arrangement.
Until a few weeks ago you and Logan ended up studying for three hours together in the library. He saw you sitting alone and pulled up a chair. You don’t think you got a lick of work done as you were too busy quietly laughing and talking with the handsome man next to you. You learned about his childhood and he learned about your own upbringing. After you both went to the dining hall for dinner and you felt the shift. The shift from something purely physical to maybe more.
That was two weeks ago and at the end of the month you had your sorority formal. And you still needed a date.
“You wake up so early,” Logan grumbled, turning over to face you although his eyes were still closed.
Last night was a hockey party so of course you ended the night in his bed. He insisted you sleep over because it was too cold for you to walk back to the sorority house.
You admired how his hair fell into his face as the sunbeams casted a warm glow. God he was so beautiful. You reach out to brush the hair away to which he peaked his eyes open at the first contact.
“It’s 9,” you said, “Don’t you have practice?”
“In an hour,” he mumbled.
“Well I need to get going anyways," you sighed, trying to push yourself from the tangled sheets.
Logan reacted quicker, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you flush against his back.
“Stay a little longer,” he murmured into your neck.
Your heart fluttered at the statement. In this quiet moment, you let yourself imagine that you were truly with Logan. Not just in the nighttime and in the walls of his bedrooms. To be in his embrace all the time and for the world to know that.
Last night, someone had tried flirting with Logan which made you irrationally jealous.
You watched her trance her fingers along Logan’s bicep like how you would do when you signaled it was ready to ditch everyone. Logan leaned in to listen to her properly with a slow grin spreading across his face.
You weren’t together but still a flash of heat ran through your body. You diverted your attention away from the scene and headed upstairs to the bathroom. Splashing some water on your face, you told yourself to get it together. You and Logan were casual and not exclusive. You agreed, willingly. So why were you feeling like this?
“Hey,” Logan said when you opened up the bathroom door to him standing in the hallway.
“Hi,” you said.
“Are you alright? I saw you rush up here.”
“Yeah I just needed to pee.”
He gave a nod before stepping a bit closer into your space. When his hand went to cup your jaw like how he’s done a million times before you wanted to ask what this was. What were you doing? Did he care about you the way you started to care for him? Did he look for you in any room he entered? Did he want you fully and not just for your body?
There were a million questions you needed to ask him but instead you did what you two did best. You pressed your lips to his, tangling a hand into his hair with his tongue sliding to meet yours in a passionate kiss. Soon you both stumbled into the bedroom and all those questions left your head.
Now he was spooning you from behind. You let yourself indulge for a minute, feeling his breath fan against your neck and his strong arms squeezing your middle. You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating. Get a grip you’ve done this plenty of times and was chill about it.
Then your thoughts were so loud that you couldn’t even enjoy it.
You wiggled again his hold which this time he released you. You grabbed your clothes from his chair as Logan sat up, sheets sliding down to reveal his toned chest that was now littered in hickeys as evidence from last night.
“Whatcha up to today pretty?” he said in that raspy morning voice that made your knees weak.
It was hard to ignore his stupid nickname for you, pretty. It was what he first called you when he was hitting on you at the mixer and added it as your contact. Now it was just a cruel reminder that even if you had nicknames he still wasn’t yours.
Fuck that reminded you that you needed to drop off the deposit for the sorority formal venue as you offered to help your friend who was already going crazy trying to plan the event. That also reminded you that you still didn’t have a date.
And the only guy you wanted to take was sitting in front of you but you had no clue what his answer would be.
“Homework and chapter,” you shrugged.
“Boring,” he huffed, getting up and pulling on some sweatpants, “You coming to the hockey game?”
While you attended the hockey games long before you and Logan started hooking up this was the first time he explicitly asked you. He normally knew you were going to be there since Saylor was seriously seeing Colin now which is why he never asked. Also you supposed you never really saw him this close before a game, it was normally after during Malone's celebration.
Stop overthinking it!
“Umm probably,” you shrugged.
“Cool,” he nodded, “Well I’ll walk you out so you can get started on your very important homework.”
“It’s like worth 20 percent of my grade,” you scoffed, as he tossed an arm around your shoulders leading you down the stairs.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he said, referring to the game.
You gave a nod before turning on your heel and leaving feeling so conflicted.
–
“Why are you so afraid to ask him?” Saylor asked.
You both shared a room in the house so she knew where you were last night. She was painting her nails while you sat on your bed fiddling with a loose thread on your hoodie.
“It feels like a crazy step. Sorority formal is like super official with everyone being there and then like photos,” you sighed, “We haven’t been out on a date.”
“I thought you were okay with that?”
“I am but ugh it’s been weird recently.”
“Weird how?”
“He’s being clingier. We actually hung out a few weeks ago outside of the bedroom. Like talking about life.”
“Really?!” Saylor exclaimed.
“Yeah but then he still flirts with other girls and I know i shouldn’t be jealous since we’re not exclusive but I can’t help but feel icky.”
“Why don’t you tell him how you feel?”
“I don’t know! It’s embarrassing I guess. We have such a nice arrangement and I feel bad ruining it because I caught feelings.”
“How are you so certain he doesn’t feel the same way?”
“It’s John Logan,” you said as if that was the argument.
Saylor just sighed and shook her head.
“Well maybe I can ask Fitzy to subtly plant the seed.”
“Please don’t,” you pleaded, “I don’t want to force him to like me.”
“Ugh I’m sorry girl. If he’s just doing this to mess with you that is so fucked up!” Saylor pouted, “Maybe Jessie can still hook you up with that double date for formal.”
Jessie had offered up a double date idea for you two last week since you hadn’t written a name in the Google sheet. Apparently they would be two frat guys.
“Yeah maybe,” you mumbled.
–
The hockey game came around as you sat with your sorority sisters high up in the student stands. Saylor said she would rather sit with you since she didn’t know the other hockey girlfriends or puck bunnies who always sat in the front row.
“Fitzy told me if they win he’ll buy us all a round at Malone’s,” Saylor beamed as she saw 55 skate onto the ice.
You had to applaud the guy for making it official with Saylor. It was funny how they had me the same night as you and Logan and the difference between the two relationships.
22 joined everyone on the ice alongside 44 which you knew was Garret Graham. Those two earned a loud round of applause which you politely joined in. You spotted Hannah Wells in the seats below who was eagerly cheering as Graham skated up to the glass. Your eyes tracked Logan on the ice as he riled up the crowd. It was quite hot how much people adored him.
The game went on smoothly. Logan got an assist which you applauded for even if he probably didn’t see you. Colin scored a goal which made Saylor go absolutely wild as she jumped to her feet and screamed “That’s my Fitzy!"
The rest of the girls were giggling but Colin always matched Saylor’s energy as he pointed right up to where she was standing.
Once they won the game, you and the girls headed for Malone’s as Saylor texted she was going to meet her boyfriend there.
Malone’s was already crowded once you all had arrived and the hockey team hadn’t even shown up yet. You were taking shots with your sisters when Jessie pulled you over after to meet your possible date for formal.
“This is her,” Jessie said, “This is Beau. Justin’s friend.”
When Jessie said frat guys she failed to mention also they would be on the football team.
“Hi,” Beau smiled, “Heard you need a date.”
“Maybe,” you mumbled.
“She definitely does,” Jessie insisted, knowing that you were still holding out for Logan.
“I can definitely assist,” he grinned. Beau was handsome and it could be a fun time but he wasn’t Logan. Before you could explain your situation there was loud chatter and cheers signalling the men of the hour had arrived.
“Yo Dean and Logan!” Beau shouted.
That made you freeze and Jessie gave you a fearful look. Next thing you knew the two large hockey men came sauntering over with all grins and smiles coming off the high of their win.
“Oh hey pretty. You made it,” Logan smiled, realizing you were standing right next to him.
“Hi,” you said sheepishly, “Good game.”
“Great game,” Dean interjected.
“I saw you at the very top,” Logan said quietly, “Took me a minute to find you.”
“Oh sorry,” you said.
Logan just chuckled and greeted Beau. Based on the bro handshake that was enough to confirm that you could no longer take Beau to formal. You were about to move so that Dean and Logan could talk to Beau while you made you escape but Logan put an arm around your shoulder keeping you in place.
You froze at the touch. Not that Logan wasn’t touchy, his love language was most definitely physical touch but you two weren’t really big on PDA. Beau gave the action a quirk of the brow before giving you a knowing look. You pleaded with your eyes for him not to say anything which thankfully he caught on.
“You wanna drink?” Logan asked, as you crossed your arms, still awkward about the close proximity.
“Umm I just took a shot,” you said, “I don’t really want to get too fucked up.”
“Fair enough,” Logan nodded, “If you want a beer I’ll get your next one.”
“Ok,” unsure on how to read that.
But after that awkward moment with Beau and Logan things started to play out how they normally would. Saylor was busy making out with Colin. You chatted with Dean, Logan and some girls in your sorority about classes and other bullshit like parties. Apparently there was another mixer in the books.
“Oh, are you Logan’s girlfriend?’ Hannah Wells asked when Logan properly introduced you.
You could feel his gaze burning into your cheek when you politely shook your head.
“So you’re single,” Hunter Davenport deduced a bit too eagerly.
You gave a non-chalant shrug. Hunter was cute but you would never go for someone younger. Logan proceeded to move his arm to the small of you back, lightly gripping the flesh there almost possessively.
And for some reason that made you tick. You never did anything like this when a girl hit on him. No, you just pathetically watched from the side. But tonight Logan was all over you.
You excused yourself to go to the bathroom though her was reluctant to let you go.
“Don’t leave without telling me pretty,” he whispered in your ear when you sneaked by him.
You gave him a smile over your shoulder before immediately finding Saylor and dragging her into a stall.
“He has not taken his hands off you once!” Saylor exclaimed, “This is so good you should ask him tonight!’
“He’s being so weird,” you huffed.
“I think that’s him showing he likes you,” Saylor said, wagging her brows.
“Shut up,” you groaned, washing your hands.
Saylor lent you her lipgloss to freshen up as she squealed encouraging comments on how you were going to bag Logan for real. And then she started talking about all the double dates you two would go on. And then you had to shut her up by confirming that you would ask him tonight. If she bought you another shot.
Coming out of the bathroom your eyes scanned the bar for Logan. Your heart sank seeing him chatting up with a girl at one of the tables.
“That bitch!” Saylor exclaimed, making you swat her arm.
“It’s fine we’re not exclusive.”
“Exclusive my ass! He was literally gripping you like no tomorrow all night and now he’s flirting with Barbie doll,” Saylor grumbled.
Although Logan was paying no attention to the girl in front of him. As soon as you reappeared into the bar his eyes lit up and quietly excused himself to make his way to you. But you were too busy scolding Saylor for wanting to hit an innocent girl to see him traveling.
“Oh my god he’s coming over. Say the word and I’ll smack him,” Saylor whispered, nudging you to turn around.
“What,” and you turned to be faced with Logan. All six foot two of him, “Oh hey.”
“Hey,” he smiled down at you.
“Hi!” Saylor interjected obnoxiously.
“Hi Saylor,” Logan said, turning to face your friend, “I think Fizty is looking for you. Said he needed his good luck charm for pool.”
“Of course he does,” Saylor sighed before turning and bringing you into an unexpected hug.
“I expect an update immediately,” she whispered into your ear before skipping away to her boyfriend’s arm.
“They’re cute together,” Logan mused as both of you watched Colin position himself behind Saylor with his hands on her waist to guide her in pool.
“Yeah, she really likes him.”
“Funny how we all met at the same time,” Logan pointed out. And yet only one pair was officially going to your formal.
Ugh you needed to ask him so you can at least say that you tried. If he rejected you then the worst case you’ll never go to a hockey game ever again.
“Umm do you wanna go outside?” you asked, “Get some air?”
“Sure pretty,” Logan smiled, placing a hand on your lower back to guide you through the crowd.
You made sure to keep your head down so you didn’t have to face any intense eye contact with any of your sisters. Once outside, you stepped towards the side and wrapped your arms around your body as if to shield yourself from what might happen.
“You cold?” Logan asked, already shrugging off his jacket.
“No,” you said quickly, “I just wanted to ask you something.”
Logan froze at your statement.
“Are you going to ask me what I think you’re going to ask?”
Your heart sank. Oh god had you been that obvious about your sorority formal and your feelings towards him. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment as tears began to sting in your eyes. God you were so stupid for catching feelings. Way to ruin a good thing.
“Wait sorry I didn’t mean to ruin anything I just–” you stammered.
“Hey no that came out wrong,” Logan interrupted, “I just had this big plan tomorrow to ask you out officially. Show up to your sorority house with flowers but I guess you beat me to it.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry did I also misread,” Logan sputtered out.
“Wait, you were going to ask me out? Like on a date?”
“Yeah. I mean I obviously really like you and my schedule is getting a bit more free so I’ll actually have time to spend with you,” Logan explained.
“Oh,” you sighed, “Wait, I thought you just wanted it to be casual.”
“I figured that’s what you wanted,” Logan said, “You’re always so busy so I figured maybe you didn’t have the time so I was just happy if you were happy. But after that day in the library I just wanted to be around you all the time. Sorry if this feels like it came out of nowhere.”
You blinked at him trying to profess the confession. Then you started to laugh. Like cackled. Doubling over and clutching your stomach. So you both were just idiots.
“What’s so funny?!” Logan asked nervously.
“Nothing!” you cackled, “You’ve been wanting to ask me out and I’ve been shitting my pants trying to see if you’d go formal with me.”
“You want me to go to your sorority formal?”
“Yeah Logan,” you said, “That’s what I was going to ask you just now.”
“Oh.”
A beat of silence paused as you both gave each other a glance. You felt the weight pressing on your chest finally disappear. Logan took a step closer, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you close.
“Well it would be my honor to accompany you,” he whispered, lips brushing against yours, “Who am I to deny the request of the prettiest girl?”
Your only response was to kiss him right there with your cheeks aching from how much you were smiling.
–
“I’m nervous,” Logan said, pacing in his bedroom.
You and Saylor had decided to pre the pre at the hockey house before heading over to the official pregame hosted by your brother frat. Colin and Saylor were already downstairs playing air hockey while you were still touching up your makeup.
“Why?” you hummed, looking over to see Logan swipe his sweaty palms on his dress pants.
He pulled off a suit quite nicely. You couldn’t wait to take it off of him later that night.
You and Logan had been going steady since that night at Malone’s. Sure enough he still showed up to the sorority house with flowers the next day and took you on the best picnic date ever. He asked you to be his girlfriend two days ago saying that he was making up lost time for taking too long to make a proper move. Of course you said yes.
“It feels like I’m meeting your family.”
“Well they are my sisters.”
“I just never done anything like this before,” he confessed.
You got up from your seat and took two long strides to him. Your black dress hugged you in all the right places so Logan couldn’t help but check you as you walked over. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him close so that your noses were almost touching.
“You got nothing to worry about,” you assured, “Although you should make sure to pre hard because the drinks at the venue are going to be expensive.”
Logan let out a chuckle before quickly pecking your lips.
“You’re right,” he sighed, “What’s there to worry about when I got the prettiest date.”
And sure enough the night was way better than you ever imagined. Logan had no problem showing you off as his date even though it was technically your event. He was happy to take all as many couple photos as you wanted and was the patient cameraman when you and your girls wanted pictures together.
“Yes ladies,” he cheered as he tried to figure out your digi camera. You already knew they were going to turn out awful but you couldn’t help but smile seeing Logan contort his body in attempt to get the best angle.
All your sisters gushed when he proudly announced that you were officially his girlfriend. You also earned a couple “I told you so” from them as well.
Towards the end of the end, Logan had draped his suit jacket over your shoulders as you leaned against his chest swaying to the music.
“Thank you for coming tonight,” you murmured, looking up to face him, “This was probably the most fun I ever had at a formal.”
“I should be thanking you for taking me pretty,” he smiled, “And now you don’t ever have to worry about finding a date again. I’m going to all.”
“Is that so?”
“Yup. Colin and I are going to get matching ties next semester and if you try to pull something and take Beau–”
“Hey! That’s such a low blow.”
“Can’t believe you were seriously going to take a football guy. But don’t worry pretty, I already told Sierra your social chair to give me access to the Google sheet so I write my name in.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you,” he beamed before pulling you into a kiss.
Thanks for the update, Bitch me to Briar Is so good! How long will the story be?
Xx
I have it planned out for 8 parts but subject to change depending on how motivated I am when I write. But trust me guys we're getting to the juicy parts in the next chapter!!!
(5) Bitch to Me Briar: Everything and nothing always haunts me
John Logan x fem!reader
Summary: After learning Logan’s secret you start to distance yourself from him. On the other hand Logan finds himself wanting you more.
Warnings: slight angst, avoidant attachment, calm before the storm…
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You woke up the next morning in the most uncomfortable position on the hockey house couch. Your head was pounding not just from the looming hangover but also the discovery you had made last night.
I’m in love with my best friend’s girlfriend. Need help ASAP!
Logan was yearner.
Logan was in love with Hannah.
You felt sick again thinking about it.
After vomiting your guts out last night, you immediately claimed it was time for bed unable to look anyone in the eye. Though it took you awhile to snooze off as Hannah and Garrett kept talking in hush whispers as Logan excused himself to his room. He did make sure to throw a blanket over you before going up, which is besides any point.
“He’s so into her,” Hannah giggled to Garrett that night.
“I don’t know why he keeps denying it. Man is whipped.”
Whipped for your girlfriend Garrett!
Oh god how could you hang out with any of them now. You couldn’t even tell Logan you knew because then he would know you were Briar Bitch and then you could permanently kiss all your friendships goodbye.
When you readjusted to your settings you realized Allie was nowhere to be seen on the couch. Tucker was in the kitchen cooking up what smelled like bacon and Logan was sitting by the counter nursing a cup of coffee.
“She rises from the dead,” Tucker joked, as you stood on your feet.
You slowly made your way to the kitchen, making sure to take the stool the furthest from Logan. His eyebrows quipped up at the seating placement but he still slid a cup of coffee your way.
“How are you feeling?” Logan asked.
“Awful,” you mumbled, taking a sip of the bitter liquid.
“Eat up,” Tucker announced, placing a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of you.
“I could kiss you Tucker,” you said, immediately digging in. You nearly moaned at how good the food was.
Logan sat across from you watching you dig into your breakfast. Your hair was a bird’s nest from the sleeping arrangements and you were still wearing his hoodie. He would’ve offered his bed to you but you were in such a hurry to sleep, he never got the chance. His fingers twitched by his side, resisting the urge to reach out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.
“Where’s Allie? Please don’t tell me they left already.”
“Hannah’s still in Garrett’s room and Allie,” Tucker began, “I’m not sure.”
“Her shoes are still here,” Logan pointed at the front door to the chunky platform boots.
You took a look at Logan and really assessed the situation. All those times he would freeze up whenever Hannah’s name was mentioned all made sense now. And here you thought he was afraid of her and possibly into you. Nope! He was in love with your best friend.
Now volunteering for the Hurricanes made sense. You literally told him to “change his scenery”. Oh my god, he actually listened to you. All those Sundays spent in his pickup truck and getting lunch you thought you might actually have a shot with Logan. And the entire time he was distracting himself from the ache that was being cursed to love his best friend’s girlfriend.
How stupid were you. Hannah was great. Anyone and probably everyone should fall in love with her. She was funny, energetic, driven, and kind. She was more confident and outspoken than you’d ever be. It made sense why Logan would be into her.
Meanwhile Logan was busy staring at you twirling with your hair as you ate breakfast. He noticed you were always busying your hands when you were nervous. You didn’t have any reason to be nervous around him, maybe you still felt bad for getting drunk. But Logan would take care of you a million more drunken nights if it meant he got to dance with you like he did last night and see you in his clothes the next morning.
He didn’t know what to think of his crush on you. It felt something stronger than anything he ever felt for someone, including Hannah. You consumed his thoughts 24/7 with your vanilla scented perfume and glossy lips. He was an idiot taking so long to realize. But hopefully you’d still let him in.
“Do you want to come with me today to print out flyers for the fundraiser?” Logan asked, making you freeze mid-bite.
“Oh ummm,” you trailed off, picking at your food. “I was actually gonna meet with Amy today. We need to start making the design templates for the kids.”
Logan tried not to be disappointed but it was heartwarming to see you so committed to something. He knew those kids, including Katie, absolutely adored you the way they’d hug you good-bye at dismissal every afternoon.
“No worries,” he said. “We should hang out though, before Saturday’s party.”
You gave him a look.
“To make the cocktails,” he quickly added. “And maybe work on some stuff on the fundraiser.”
“Maybe,” you hesitated, “I have work but I could come over a little before the party.”
“I can pick you–Wait shit I think we might have practice.”
“It’s ok,” you assured. “I miss biking around.”
Tucker was watching this whole thing play out like the most exciting tennis match. Oh Dean and Garrett were going to have a field day with this new information. His buddy Logan was a goner.
There were footsteps coming from upstairs to reveal a very disheveled Allie.
“Where were you?” you asked, grateful to stir the conversation away from making plans with Logan.
Allie made a face as if she got caught and quickly said, “Bathroom.”
No one thought anything of it and returned to your breakfast. Allie took the spot in between you and Logan as Tucker passed her a plate. Unlike you, Allie did moan when she took a bite into the eggs.
“Never ever drinking again,” she whined.
The three of you just laughed knowing the same thing is likely going to happen this Saturday at Hannah’s surprise party. Dean came in, followed by Hannah and Garret and now the kitchen was packed.
On any normal day, you would’ve enjoyed the moment with all your closest friends, reminiscing about the night before over a family breakfast. Instead you felt like you were going to crawl out of skin watching Hannah in between Logan and Garrett.
You felt so bad for Logan that your past crush on him was an after thought now. Hopefully your advice was going well for him. At least Logan was available so you didn’t feel that guilty having a small crush on him. Yes, he was emotionally unavailable, but he’s always been that way you supposed. Crushing on a taken person. Shit sucks!
Even with Hannah standing next to him, all of Logan’s attention was on you. How you blushed when someone brought up your dancing skills or laughed when Tucker said Dean tripped up the stairs last night waking him up. You were only a few feet away but you felt so far. He kept trying to catch your eye but your head seemed to be somewhere else.
Once breakfast was done, Garrett ushered the three of you into his car to get your key situation sorted out. You blurted out your goodbyes quickly, shoving Logan’s hoodie into his hand before running off into the car.
“Thank you,” you said.
Before he could even react, maybe pull you into a hug or make a teasing joke you were already hauling yourself into the backseat of Garrett’s jeep.
Logan waited until he was in the privacy of his own room to see if his hoodie smelled like your perfume.
It did.
–
The next few days you did your absolute best to avoid any contact with the hockey squad. Most of them were busy anyways with the season kicking up so it wasn’t super suspicious you weren’t around. Everyone knew you also had an extremely busy schedule. Instead you spent time with Amy in her dorm, mapping out the design templates.
“So you and John Logan?” Amy began.
“We’re just friends,” you said.
“I see the way he looks at you,” Amy pressed on. “At first I thought it was cute when he would pick you up but at the bar last night I don’t think his eyes left you.”
Your face flushed in embarrassment.
“Are you not into him?” she asked. “I mean fair enough. I don’t really see the hype around hockey guys personally but Logan is definitely the cutest one.”
“I- We’re friends,” you repeated. “His best friend is dating my best friend.”
How did you tell Amy that it wasn’t happening because you didn’t want him but because he wanted someone else?
Amy was a good friend. She gave great advice when you needed it. Maybe better than Allie or Hannah since she occupied such a different part of your life. You both had known each other since freshman year but ran in different circles. But that didn’t stop you from getting close, especially since you started volunteering together.
“If I tell you something you need to promise not to tell anyone,” you said.
Amy suddenly straightened up from her laid back position from the couch. One thing about Amy, she loved a good secret.
“Oh?” she inquired as you gave her a look, “Fine I promise.”
“He’s in love with Hannah,” you whispered as if he were outside the dorm.
“What? That is not what I thought you were going to say,” Amy sputtered out.
You shrugged and continued to cut out your templates as Amy raised more questions.
“Isn’t she dating Garrett Graham?” Amy asked which you gave a slow nod to.
“Wait did he tell you? Cause that’s insane!” she then exclaimed.
“Well not really,” you said.
Well he told Briar Bitch which was technically you but too many secrets have been shared in the past 24 hours. You probably should tell someone about your online identity before the secret eats you alive.
“So how do you know?”
“I just know,” you said firmly.
“Ugh it feels like you’re just projecting.”
“Huh?”
“You obviously want Logan but you don’t want to admit it so you’re making up excuses,” Amy stated like it was an obvious fact.
“I–” you sputtered out feeling extremely exposed now.
“Am I wrong?”
“Well Logan is a great guy and very handsome and maybe I did have a crush like ages ago but he likes Hannah now.”
“Speculation,” she pointed out.
“Whatever it’s true,” you huffed, whether she believed you or not, “So it feels weird to pine over a guy who’s into my best friend.”
“What’s weird about it?”
Amy always asked questions before giving advice which you appreciated because it helped you think through your problems. Most times she didn’t even need to give you advice at the end because you had already talked the whole thing out.
“I’m not sure,” you sighed, “I don’t want to get competitive over something as shallow as a guy’s attention. Like even though I know Hannah does not care for Logan like that at all, if I do let myself fall for him I think I’ll get jealous of her.”
“Hmmm,” Amy nodded, “Well he’s not going to like her forever. At some point he’s going to get over it.”
“I guess but what does that make me? A second choice?”
“Not necessarily. You don’t know what he’s thinking. He could have wanted you from the start but since you shut down most guys he for some reason moved on to a taken girl????”
“I know it’s weird,” you sighed, “And I don’t have the time to worry about it.”
“Fair enough. This fashion show might be the stupidest thing we signed up for,” she sighed, ruffling through the pile of paper.
“Thank you by the way,” you said quietly after a minute.
“Well I also volunteer at the school so I kinda have to help.”
“No I mean I think verbalizing everything really helped with all the weird stuff going on.”
Amy turned to face you directly and offered you a kind smile.
“No problem. Just because you give good advice doesn’t mean you’re excluded from also talking about your emotions.”
“Oh,” you mumbled.
“Don’t sell yourself short. I think you might just realize what a really awesome person you are if you let open yourself up a bit and accept that love,” Amy said.
—
After you had flaked on nearly every plan Logan tried making with you he was starting to worry. Maybe you felt embarrassed on Thursday for getting too drunk? But you had gotten drunk before and still hung out with him. He supposed it was before you two were seeing each other almost every day.
He had texted you a photo of something that reminded him of a dumb inside joke you two had developed over the weeks. He was still left to be delivered two hours later. So now Logan was trying to distract himself by being a bit productive by studying for his upcoming mid-term.
“So when are you going to make your move?” Garrett asked, taking a seat on the couch.
Well there was no point in hiding it now. It seemed everyone knew that Logan wanted you. Everyone but you.
“I don’t know,” Logan sighed, “I don’t want to scare her away.”
“You’re just asking her out, not her hand in marriage.”
“Yeah but I don’t want to ruin it. It’s been fun hanging out with her but she seems so busy with all her other commitments I don’t want to overwhelm her even more. And I don’t even know if she’s into me.”
“She made you dance with her,” Garrett pointed out.
He traveled back to when your hands held onto his wrists to get him to sway with you and the way your eyes gleamed as you gazed up at him. His hoodie still faintly smelled like your perfume.
“Yeah but it feels like she keeps me at an arms distance.”
“She’s like that with most people. Probably everyone besides Hannah and Allie.”
“I just don’t want to push her away. Like I’ve really liked hanging with her and if she wants to keep friendly I rather that than lose her friendship.”
Even though his heart ached every time you were near and he couldn’t kiss your perfect lips. He had to refrain himself from reaching over the console to tuck away a piece of stray hair Thursday night scared that if he broke the touch barrier you would freak out.
“I guess,” Garrett shrugged, “I don't know man. I’m bad at this stuff. All I know I’ve never seen you look at someone like you do at her.”
Logan let out a huff and reached for his phone to see if you had texted.
You just reacted to the image.
And that was it.
—
On Saturday, practice had gotten cancelled so Logan decided to take a crazy leap of faith and drive to the bookstore you worked at. He probably should’ve texted you that he was coming but he was scared you might’ve shot him down. At least now you could tell him to leave face-to-face.
Man when did he get so pathetic?
The shop was pretty slow towards closing time so you were discretely scrolling through Instagram. You redownloaded the app but hadn’t logged back into the Bitch to Me account yet. After the discovery about Logan the thought of looking at some of the old posts with the chance they may be people you knew made you a bit sick.
Of course your algorithm had to read your mind because a recommended post of the Briar hockey team appeared and there Logan was looking handsome as ever doing a silly interview.
“Movie date or picnic for a first date?” the interviewer asked.
“Whatever the she wants,” Logan said with a wicked grin.
The shop bell chimed as you perked up to greet the customer. Instead the words “Hello” died at the tip of your tongue when you saw who walked in.
“Logan?” you asked, leaning over the counter to see him in his carpenter jacket and jeans walking in.
His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he looked a little nervous to be in the store. Was he even a reader? Not that you thought he was dumb it was just that hockey took up probably 90 percent of his time. You can’t imagine he’d pick up Fitzgerald in his down time.
“Hey,” he said, “Thought I might visit you at work.”
You raised your brow at him waiting for a further explanation. You told him earlier you didn’t need a ride so why was he here now.
“Ok…” you said, walking around the counter to pick up the stack of books to stock, “I thought you had practice.”
“Got cancelled cause the other team is suspended for two games for hazing. So now you don’t have to bike back to campus,” he shrugged.
When you didn’t answer he jumped in to fill the silence.
“So how’s work? When do you get off? Are you excited for tonight?”
Right. Tonight was Hannah’s surprise party. You needed to make sure you did not go past your limits and accidentally say something too revealing. Amy was coming so she could probably hold you accountable.
“Did they add another shot to your double espresso today?” you questioned, making your way to the romance section.
Ironic that was the shipment today. Why not self-help?
Logan laughed but still trailed behind you.
“So I was thinking we could grab dinner before the party tonight?”
“Oh umm…”
“Sorry this was really sudden of me,” he said, realizing how odd the situation was, “I just hadn’t seen you awhile.”
“You saw me Thursday?”
“Yeah well everyone was hanging out last night and you weren’t there.”
You were busy spilling your his secrets to Amy.
“I know you’re busy,” Logan said, “But if you still want a ride back, I’m all yours for the evening.”
“Ok fine,” you shrugged, just because he was in love with Hannah doesn’t mean you both couldn’t be friends. Honestly you were being suspicious, attempting and failing to avoid him. Also he was already here so it felt a bit mean to send him away.
And all honesty. You did sort of miss him.
“I get off at thirty,” you sighed.
“Sounds good. I’ll look around and let you work,” he said.
The thirty minutes went by quickly. Thankfully some other customers came in which you had to tend to so Logan tucked himself in the reading nook, grabbing something off the shelf to skim through. Once the very last customer had exited, Logan came up to the counter placing the book he had been reading in front of you.
It was Someone Who WIll Love You In All Your Damaged Glory.
Your favorite book. Well technically short story anthology but still.
“You were talking about it the other day and I finished the first story while you were working and it was great.”
“You can borrow my copy,” you said.
“It’s alright. Besides I need something on my desk apart from econ textbooks,” he shrugged.
“Hockey player picks up a book for the first time,” you joked, scanning and checking him out.
Logan just laughed, “So are you ready to go?”
You gave a nod and did one last look around the shop before locking up. Logan made a point of opening your door like he always did, but you were so occupied with double checking you had everything in your bag you missed the lingering glance he gave you when he rounded the car to his own seat.
“So what do you want for dinner?” Logan asked, “We could do Japanese, Italian?”
Oh you were going out? You and Logan had gone out to lunch before but it was always out of convenience. You didn’t know if you could handle a one-on-one meal with Logan now. You were scared if the silence got too long you might start blabbing unwarranted advice.
“Could we just order at the house?” you asked, knowing Tucker and Dean would at least be home.
Logan glanced over at you at your request. Though he was disappointed once again of you shooting down his plans you looked at him with a slight plea in your gaze that who was he to deny you. He’d give you anything.
“Sure. Do you wanna ask Dean and Tucker if they want anything?”
–
Back at the house, decorations and planning was in full swing. Logan made a quick pit stop at your dorm so you could grab a change of clothes since he insisted there was no point in going back and forth between places. Takeout ended up being a good call because Dean and Tucker have been too busy arguing whether to re-organize their living room that they were getting snappy at one another.
After you finished your meal, you were standing on the kitchen counter, taping up streamers to the ceiling. There was a spot you couldn’t quite reach for as you leaned dangerously close to the edge.
“Woah there,” Logan said, immediately coming over to grip your waist.
You already placed the piece of tape but Logan’s hands didn’t move until you were standing completely upright on the counter. You looked down at him with flushed cheeks, blaming the embarrassment of almost falling.
“Can’t have you falling and hitting your head before the party,” he said, looking up at you with those brown eyes.
The way he was looking at you only fed more into your personal delusions of the state of your relationship. You blinked down at him your eyes couldn't help but dart down to his lips. When he nervously stuck out his tongue to wet them that's when you snapped out of your trance. So you quickly mumbled a thank you and hopped off the counter to go get ready.
Logan’s gaze continued to follow your body as you scurried up the stairs, fingers twitching by his side as they ached to touch you again. That’s when he decided that no later than tonight was when he would properly make his feelings clear to you.
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A/N: Thank you for your patience! Next chapter is finally here. The original ended up being a lot longer so I split them up so sorry if this feels a bit more like a filler. The drama is coming next chapter I promise. Thank you again for all the support!
Summary: Logan is eternally grateful that his girlfriend was a pre-med student. That just meant he got some extra kisses once the bandages were done and wrapped.
Warnings: Fluff! Could be read as a sequel to Patched Up but holds up on it's own
A/N: Thank you all for voting and as promised here it is. It's a bit on the shorter side but hopefully it does the trick.
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John Logan thought the best feeling in the world was getting the buzzer beater goal. While it's still a pretty good feeling, being dotted over by his girlfriend after the game was also high up there. The only thing that could top those two feelings was kissing you immediately after the high of winning a game.
Lucky him he got to experience all three of those tonight.
After weeks of pining after you, whether that be showing up with fake injuries in the medical office or finding you in the library with your favorite pastry, he had finally won you over. Not that he had to prove himself as you were already head over heels the first time he walked in for an ice-pack, but you liked making him squirm.
You were wearing one of his hockey hoodies as you sat in the front row alongside Hannah and Allie when he made his goal. Immediately before embracing his team, he found you in the crowd of cheering fans and pointed directly at you making your heart leap. The night had ended great with the team going to Malone’s after and you tucked by his side the whole time. You were slowly getting more comfortable with the group which made Logan’s heart soar seeing you getting along with his best friends.
Now back at home he decided to inform you that his lip was hurting after getting socked in the face which you scolded him for about five minutes in the car for not telling you earlier.
“Sit still,” you chided, trying to clean up the cut on his lip.
You swore Logan was getting into more fights now that he knew he had a personal nurse that would attend to him. Though you had to admit this guy did swing first.
Logan’s hands were planted firmly on your waist as you stood in between his legs in the bathroom. He was seated on the toilet seat as your first aid kit was spilled out over the sink. He loved looking up at you while you cared for him, your lips were pulled in between your teeth and your brows furrowed as you concentrated. His hands gave you a playful pinch to your side.
“Logan!” you exclaimed, jumping in his hold. “Do you want me to help or not?”
“Can’t you just kiss it better,” he smirked, pursing his lips. His bottom lip was swollen from the punch.
You rolled your eyes and took the opportunity to apply the ointment on his lips. He ended up pouting at you and tightening his grip.
Everyone knew Logan was obsessed with you. Every party, you weren’t more than an arms distance apart. Every conversation, he managed to bring you up and all your impressive accomplishments. Every night, you were either wrapped up in his arms or he was counting down the minutes until he got to see you in the morning. His teammates would tease how whipped he was and Garrett made sure to let everyone know that it was his doing helping you guys get together.
You were equally obsessed with him although sometimes his stardom made you a bit nervous. Not that Logan had given you any doubt that you were the only thing on his mind besides hockey, it was all so jarring. When you started college, medical school was the one and only goal. Now you were dating arguably the most handsome guy on campus who helped you study for the MCAT on the weekends after practice. Could a girl ask for more?
“Any other injuries,” you said, leaning over to toss out the cotton swab.
“Only my heart,” Logan replied dramatically, “My girlfriend won’t kiss me.”
“You are so dramatic. You should ask Allie to join the theatre program,” you sighed. “Besides you have ointment on them now so you’re not getting a kiss until much later.”
You walked over to begin tidying the sink area, as Logan got up from his seated position. He surprised you by wrapping his arms from behind, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. You instinctively leaned in his touch letting the smell of his cedar wood shampoo fill your nose. You caught a glimpse of the sight in the mirror as you found the sight equally adorable and hilarious.
“My girlfriend hates me,” he mumbled into your neck.
You rolled your eyes and continued to clean with the large man attached to your back like a koala.
“I should take a photo and send it to your boy's groupchat,” you warned.
It was barely a threat since Logan was arguably the most clingy out of all the guys. Which was funny since you were so non-chalant about having the six-foot hockey giant follow you around like a lost puppy. Hannah and Allie endlessly teased you for having that man wrapped around your finger.
“Do it,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder. “Then they’ll all be jealous that I clearly have the best girlfriend.”
“Only because I’m EMT certified and you make me your personal doctor,” you scoffed, turning around in his arms.
“God forbid I want to spend time with the love of my life.”
“You could take me on dates instead of getting beat up,” you said, crossing your arms as Logan braced his arms on the counter leaning into you.
You really didn’t like seeing Logan injured. Last week he had gotten a concussion and you had him on bedrest for the entire weekend. Though he felt fine, it was certainly a sight watching you whisk around his room feeding him meals and making sure he was feeling alright.
Though Logan was certainly not one to skimp out on dates. Last weekend, he surprised you by picking you up in his truck and driving out to the rural countryside. You spent the evening stargazing and cuddling in the grassy field. It was when you first told him I love you which you swore you never seen him smile brighter. Not even when he got that hat trick.
“Yeah but you don’t dot over me when we go on dates. You’re mean and take all my fries,” he hummed, lips only inches away.
“You should learn to order something else,” you fired back, slowly giving in and wrapping your arms around his neck. His breath fanning over your face that made goosebumps prick up on your skin.
Logan just shrugged and leaned closer, “I think the ointment has settled.”
“It doesn’t work that way,” you sighed but decided to entertain his request with a brief kiss to his lips.
His lips chased yours when you pulled away so he retaliated by peppering your cheeks with wet kisses which made you giggle.
“Well well well,” a voice made you freeze as you looked over to see Garrett standing in the hallway.
You blushed, hiding your face into Logan’s chest but Logan still kept you in his hold. He was never one to shy away to show how much he loved his girl.
“Is this a new treatment?” Garrett asked.
Logan simply flipped him off and waited until he was long gone until he returned to attacking you with kisses.
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(4) Bitch to Me Briar: I'm all alone in my room, I'm just thinking 'bout you
John Logan x fem!reader
Summary: You and Logan have been getting closer as the days go on. As you spend more time you realize some things which makes you second guess your emotions
Warnings: Drinking, drunk reader, slight angst, brief mentions of vomit
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Over the past two weeks, Logan and you found yourselves spending more time with one another than any of the other people in the group. To be fair, Hannah and Garrett were always off doing their own thing and Allie was suspiciously busy these days which you assumed to be because of rehearsals.
“The Hurricanes want me to help them organize a fundraiser to get equipment for the team,” Logan said, biting into his sandwich.
You were the only ones in the deli today as Logan claimed he was starving and needed something to eat before Hurricanes’ practice. He offered to pay for your meal since he knew you were trying to teach the kids the basic mechanics of a sewing machine today. You and your co-volunteer, Amy, were probably gonna end up sewing all the designs yourselves.
“Oh that’s cool,” you said. “What are you going to do?”
“I remember they used to do a silent auction when I was playing for them,” Logan mused. “That’s how I got some of my hockey sticks growing up.”
“Silent auction is always a good idea. I bet you could network into getting some pretty sizable prizes,” you said, before perking up. “Let me ask the bookstore actually! They’re always trying to be more involved in the community.”
“Really?!” Logan said eagerly as you were already firing a text to your boss.
“They can definitely donate a gift card or signed book,” you waved, as you furrowed your brows trying to formulate the text.
Logan appreciated your scrunched up face and your commitment to everything. You always had to do something with every bone in your body. Like teaching kids how to sew so they live out their fashion designer dreams.
Since hanging out with you Logan has felt a bit lighter. Last Tuesday, he came over to drop off your bike and he ended up staying over for dinner since you insisted you made too much pasta. You both bonded over being terrible cooks.
The following Thursday, Logan invited you over to test out some of the cocktail recipes for Hannah’s party with Tucker.
"Everyone is either gonna have a really great time or someone is going to die," you said, shuddering after taking a sip of what Logan called cherry blackout pie.
Now that he was spending all his time with you he hadn’t thought much about Hannah or Garrett. In fact he and Hannah were studying in the library for a bit Thursday afternoon and he felt completely normal. That was until Garrett showed up and that same sinking feeling formed in Logan’s stomach as his best friend slung his arm around Hannah’s chair. His mind ended up drifting to what you were up to.
“Ok I just texted my boss,” you chirped up, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Thank you,” Logan said. “I owe you.”
“Nah,” you said. “You’ve been saving me a thirty minute bike ride every Sunday. Do you have a venue yet?”
“That's what we’re discussing today,” he hummed.
You thought for a moment before your face lit up again with an idea.
“You could ask Hannah if Malone’s could host.”
Once again you caught the slight tense in Logan’s jaw at the mention of Hannah’s name. Though you suspected it was because it was such a large ask that it would make anyone uncomfortable.
“I could also ask for you,” you offered. “Hannah rarely says no to me.”
Logan smiled and said, “That’d be great. I definitely owe you a drink.”
“Well if you insist,” you teased.
“After Thursday’s game. Don’t leave without me getting you something.”
“I’ll hold you to it.”
You both continued to eat your sandwiches while Logan would occasionally tease you for your order or lean close when you showed him the kids’ project progress. Every time you got a whiff of his cologne you had to remind yourself that this was just him being friendly. Friends who volunteered together and made recipes together. You had to remind yourself that this was Logan, a notoriously unavailable star hockey player. And you were you. An anonymous ghost. You guys were nothing more than friends is what your head told you as your heart picked up its pace.
–
“Is that guy your boyfriend?” Katie asked, as you were helping the kids pack up their things for the day.
Today was somewhat successful. No sewing machine got jammed which you saw as a success even if you just taught them how to connect two pieces together. Next week you were going to make design templates so they could cut while you and Amy sewed.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you said firmly, giving Logan a wave telling him just to wait a second.
Instead the man decides to walk over which makes Katie ask again,
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“I’m a little too busy for one,” you sighed. “Now where is your mom?”
"He should be your boyfriend," Katie added, pointing to Logan walking over.
"A girl can dream," you mumbled under your breath.
Just your luck, you noticed Katie’s mom’s blue sedan pulled into the driveway but unfortunately Logan had already made it to where you two were standing.
“Are you her boyfriend?” Katied asked Logan as seriously as a fifth grader could be.
“Katie I just told you I don’t have a boyfriend,” you grumbled which made Logan chuckle.
“I’m not her boyfriend,” Logan confirmed.
“Why not?” Katie questioned. “She’s really pretty and she’s super helpful when we’re doing crafts. Do you think she’s pretty?”
Your face turned bright red at Katie’s bluntness.
“You don’t have to answer that,” you told Logan.
Of course he goes against your advice.
“Yeah she is pretty,” Logan agreed, entertaining Katie’s questioning. You shoot him a look. Even if he was being honest this was not the time.
“Logan please stop egging her on,” you whispered but the child just had more questions coming.
“So why isn’t she your girlfriend? I have a boyfriend. His name is Jack and he told me I was pretty at recess so now he’s my boyfriend.”
Logan laughed while you just shook your head in disbelief.
“Katie stop bothering my friend before I tell your mom about your boyfriend,” you groaned, pointing to where her mother was walking over.
That effectively shut the girl up as she shouted her goodbyes and ran into her mom’s arms.
“Sorry about that,” you mumbled. “She’s very energetic.”
“It was endearing,” Logan shrugged. “Most of the Hurricanes are middle school boys who keep making 67 jokes.”
“Remind me why we volunteer here again?” you sighed, making your way to the car.
Logan jogged forward to open up your door for you which you just had to mumble a thank you and pretend that you weren’t lying to Katie about wanting a boyfriend.
–
“So how’s Logan?” Hannah asked in the cafeteria on a random afternoon.
“Fine?” you answered with a raised brow. “I don’t know.”
“Heard you two have been volunteering together,” she said like that was supposed to mean something.
“I guess,” you shrugged. “We’re working in different programs.”
“So nothing is going on?”
“Why would anything be going on? We’re friends.”
“Yeah but–”
Thankfully Hannah was cut off by Garrett and Logan’s loud laughing that was coming closer and closer towards your table.
“Hey guys,” Garrett smiled, taking the spot next to Hannah which meant Logan slid in the seat next to you. Garrett pressed a quick kiss to Hannah’s cheek which made her giggle.
“What were you guys talking about?” Logan, the noisiest person around, asked.
He stole a fry off your plate which you immediately swatted him for. Everyone knew not to get between you or your potatoes.
“Jerk,” you muttered toward Logan. “I was just about to ask Hannah if Malone’s could host the Hurricane fundraiser.”
Hah! If Hannah was gonna put you in awkward situations you could too. Not that this was any bad, you had already soft launched the idea to her yesterday.
“For sure,” Hannah nodded, “Just give us a date.”
“First Friday of next month?” Logan asked.
“I’ll tell Della,” Hannah confirmed.
“So you two are working on a fundraiser together?” Garrett, the second noisiest person ever, asked.
You and Logan both nodded. Glad Logan was also not falling for the bait. While the time spent with Logan was always fun and he was definitely getting a bit more comfortable, you still couldn’t help but keep yourself at an arm’s distance. You had barely any time trying to juggle all your responsibilities let alone entertain the idea of a crush. If you let this get out of hand, all you would be thinking about would be Logan and those biceps…See!
Before Garrett could press forward there was a loud screech in the dining hall followed by someone yelling.
“Is this fucking you, Trent?” someone screamed, holding up their phone.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Bitch to me Briar. I accidentally spent the night with my girlfriend's sorority sister, nothing sexual happened but I realized that maybe I don’t love my girlfriend. I don’t know how to end things with her since we just booked our spring break trip,” she read.
Your heart sank. That was the post that you uploaded literally last night. You suggested the guy ended it sooner rather than later.
“Is that why you fucking broke you with me over text this morning?” she screamed.
You did not suggest that.
“It’s a gossip account, it could be anyone.”
“You signed off with your gamer tag IDIOT!”
Everyone was now staring at the two like the most interesting soap opera was on. But you were looking down in your lap, trying to control your breathing. In the year you’ve run the account you’ve never seen the consequences of your advice in real life since it was all anonymous.
The cafeteria lady had shouted for the two to take it outside which made everyone return to their meals afterwards.
“Hey you good?” Logan asked, noticing you were staring at the doorway the pair had exited from still yelling at one another.
“Hmm?” you mumbled.
“Nothing, just making sure you’re alright,” he said.
“Oh yeah,” you mumbled, “I just feel really bad for them.”
—
After the incident in the dining hall you decided to put a pause on posting. Unfortunately the situation had only made your page more popular with followers going up by the second and dms from people asking which posts were about who.
You thought you were helping people. You were. You meant well. You never meant to hurt people. The whole point was so people didn’t get hurt. Or as hurt.
If you were able to talk to someone they might’ve told you that you aren’t responsible for people’s actions. But there was no one to dump this on.
You deleted Instagram that night and stayed in from the hockey game claiming you had too much work to do. Bad idea because you were left to spiral with all your thoughts.
“Hey, a couple of us are going to Malone’s to celebrate the game,” Hannah said, coming into your doorframe. “You wanna come?”
You looked down at your phone and then back at Hannah.
“Yeah why not.”
Logan owed you a drink anyways.
–
It was rare that you got really really really drunk. You’ve perfected the right amount of drinks you need to be a comfortable tipsy. You didn’t like being drunk when you were in a bad mood. You normally saved the heavy drinking for days of celebration. Like karaoke. Drunk made you sloppy. But Logan kept his promise of getting you a drink and they just kept coming from there. Thankfully Allie and Hannah were very supportive of your behavior as it was so rare. Unfortunately that meant they were also exactly as wasted. You were knocking back yet another shot as you heard Dean’s voice.
“Yo you tryna match me,” Dean exclaimed. “Haven’t seen you drink like this since…”
You just rolled your eyes sipping on your mixed drink as a chaser, making your way back to the table. Justin’s band was performing but it was all background noise to you now.
“Woah you ok?” someone asked as you stumbled into a hard body.
You looked up to see Logan. He was dressed in a tight shirt sleeve with his chain untucked and hair slightly messy. He looked unfairly good.
“Yeah,” you said, waving a hand. “I’m gonna go dance.”
And dancing you did. You jumped, twirled, shimmied, basically anything to make you forget about all the horrors that laid in your Instagram notifications. You ran into some other friends, Amy and Chloe, which joined you in dancing and also fed you a couple more sips of a cocktail. By the time you got off the dance floor you were completely gone.
Logan couldn’t help but watch you dance. The way your hips swayed and hair twirled with your movements. You looked so carefree in the moment, smile wide and eyes glistening. For a moment, staring at you, Logan wondered if you were his.
He wondered what it would be like to kiss those glossy lips. Pull your body flushed against his in a meaningful embrace instead of a friendly side hug. Laugh together in the library but his arm around your shoulder instead of politely by his side. Drive you around his truck but to dates instead of the elementary school
It was a different feeling from when he was crushing on Hannah. With Hannah it seemed so surface level, guessing what dates she would like and what conversations they could have. With you, Logan knew what to expect and he just wanted more. He wanted to witness more of your expressions, be the reason you threw your head back laughing, be the one to kiss the lipgloss off your lips, and show you off proudly to Katie and the rest of the world.
Fuck. Had he fallen for the girl whose best friend was the girl he previously liked?
“We might have a repeat of karaoke night,” Garrett said suddenly, joining him in the booth. “Hannah forgot her keys.”
“Oh well I’m good to drive. I didn’t drink,” Logan shrugged as you came stumbling into view.
“My feet hurt,” you grumbled, leaning back in the seat, closing your eyes.
“I’ll let you take care of this one. Dean and I got Hannah and Allie since they’re both throwing up outside,” Garrett said before giving his buddy an encouraging pat on the back.
Logan sighed and took in your state. Your eyes were hazy and a sheen of sweat covered your face from dancing.
“All right. You wanna go back?” Logan asked, “Your roommates seemed to be out for the night.”
You dramatically thought about it, tapping your fingers to your chin before shaking your head no.
“Let’s dance, Logan,” you said instead.
“I thought your feet were hurting?”
“I revived them so I think we should dance now,” you said cheerfully, standing up so fast that you swayed a bit.
Logan reacted quickly, his arm wrapping around your waist to steady you. Your own hands gripped lightly at his shirt for support as you blinked up with him.
“You can barely stand,” he sighed.
“That’s why you’ll hold me up,” you said like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
He must’ve made a face because when you gasped, “OMG do you think I’m fat?”
“What! No! You’re probably weigh half than what I bench,” he panicked.
Your eyes narrowed at him for a second before you turned and made another beeline towards the dance floor. And because Hannah might kill him if you get hurt, Logan hurried after you.
Your face lit up to see Logan following after you as you grabbed his wrist and began to jump to the beat. Logan awkwardly followed your lead, swaying slowly to the beat while you continued to dance freely. He was close enough now to notice the glitter on your eyelids and the gloss on your lips.
You smiled up at him lazily, appreciating his presence. He looked so pretty in the dim lighting. Well he looked pretty all the time. And sexy. And handsome. Ugh why did he have to be so good-looking, if he was ugly then this stupid crush wouldn’t be a problem. But maybe not because he was also so nice and caring. He was literally dancing with you right now.
You stumbled, grabbing onto his arm to steady yourself. A wave of tiredness washed over you as you breathed in his cologne.
“Ok I think it’s time to go home,” you whispered weakly.
Logan instantly placed a hand on the small of your back to guide you out. He made sure to grab your jacket and put it over your shoulders, knowing you would’ve definitely walked out without it. He gave a nod to Justin and Beau before leading you to the similar passenger seat of his pickup truck.
—
“How ya feeling?” Logan said, looking over to you after he pulled out of the driveway.
Your head was resting against the window and your arms wrapped tightly around your body as if to make yourself small.
“Tired,” you mumbled, “But I had fun dancing.”
“I’m glad you did,” he hummed.
“Did you do well at your game?” you asked, surprising him.
“Yeah,” he said. “I got a goal.”
“Wish I could’ve seen it,” you mumbled, fiddling with your jacket sleeve.
His heart stuttered, “Yeah wish you did too.”
He said it so softly that you didn’t catch it. Instead you looked out the window and noticed you passed the street to your building. You perked up and looked over to Logan.
“Are we going back to my dorm?” you asked.
“Apparently all three of you forgot your keys so Garrett said you all could sleep over at our place and we’ll get it sorted out in the morning.”
“Hannah literally told me not to bring my keys,” you groaned. “Sorry this must be really annoying for you.”
“It’s not a problem.”
“I still feel bad.”
“Don’t,” he looked over and saw you were curling more inwards and your teeth were chattering a bit. The alcohol blanket must've worn off and you were wearing nothing but a thin jacket.
“Are you cold?” Logan asked, blindly reaching behind him to grab a hoodie.
He tossed it in your lap while you blinked at it.
"I'm ok," you mumbled.
“You’re shivering,” he said, his eyes not leaving the road.
You were, in fact, very cold so you draped it over you like a blanket. His scent was engulfing you like a warm hug. Your eyes fluttered shut briefly to take it all in.
“Thanks,” you said softly, “Thanks for everything tonight.”
“It’s nothing,” Logan said, “Besides Hannah would probably kill me if she found out anything bad happened to you under my watch.”
“Why are you so afraid of Hannah?” you blurted out.
“What! I’m not afraid of her,” he stuttered out.
Then why he was always so tense whenever her name was brought up. Ugh you were so confused but you didn’t have the energy to think.
“She doesn’t bite. Maybe she bites Garrett though? Ewwww I don’t want to think about it.”
Logan chuckled at your state before you gasped.
“Omg the Lakers played tonight! Can I use your phone to search for the score?”
His heart calmed a bit thinking you left something back at the bar. Once again you were surprising him with all your interests and he just kept wanting to know more.
“Since when do you care about basketball?”
“Since it’s my team playing,” you sighed. “Please, my phone is dead!”
Logan sighed, only to tease you before tossing you his phone to keep you happy. You squealed out a thank you. You really were full of surprises.
After he repeated his password to you, you drunkenly swiped through the apps. When you finally managed to get on Google the app immediately opened up to a form submission page.
Thank you for bitching to me. I’ll be in touch with words of wisdom soon.
Your stomach dropped. Since when did Logan read Bitch to Me Briar, let alone submit a response. What could he possibly need advice on?
“What’s the score?”
You quickly typed in what you meant to search only for more bad news
“Oh they lost,” you sighed.
“Aww that’s too bad.”
Thankfully the car ride was short. Logan led you inside but after your discovery you felt very sober.
Hannah and Garrett were in the kitchen with Garrett fixing up some food for Hannah. Allie was knocked out on one end of the couch already, a trash can placed by her head.
“Hey you guyssss,” Hannah said gleefully, clearly still drunk.
She stumbled over to wrap you in a hug which you melted into. Logan walked over and she went over to him to give the same greeting. Your eyes watched as his body stiffened for a brief second but when she pulled away his eyes tracked her walking back over to Garrett to give him a drunk kiss on the cheek. There was a look on his face that suddenly made you feel sick.
Oh.
Logan was yearner.
“I need to use the bathroom,” you announced, before rushing upstairs and puking out everything in your system.
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A/N: So shit is finally going down. I was gonna wait to post but lowkey no point in gatekeeping. Thank you again for all the support on the account!!! I did not expect it to get this big and I'm so so so so thankful for all of you! I'm traveling this weekend but I'll try to update or post another one-shot
I'm doing a quick poll to see what fic I should post next. I'm gonna be traveling and super busy this next week but I definitely want to post at least one-shot and an update to Bitch to Me Briar. Read my masterlist to see the plot to each fic and vote below which you want to see more!
(3) Bitch to Me Briar: You've been searching long and hard
John Logan x fem!reader
Summary: Logan takes advice from the anonymous account and starts busying himself at the elementary school. Little did he know that also meant spending more time with you.
Warnings: lowkey none, slight timeline adjustment from the show
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On Monday morning, Logan woke up to his message posted on Bitch to Me Briar. He reread the response maybe five times. Now he realized why the account was so popular. They were great!
Looking through the other posts, he realized he did in fact not really follow the criteria, but he was happy you responded anyway.
Put yourself in a new environment.
He hadn’t thought about that. He was mostly thinking about trying to avoid Hannah and Garrett, which meant hiding in his room, but maybe actually filling his time up with something productive would be useful. The question was what?
Hockey drills would only burn him out even more. Same with the library. He already had a job at the garage, and he didn’t want to spend more time there than he already did.
Logan spent the next two class periods thinking about what would be a casual activity for him to pick up. As if the universe were on his side, he passed by a flyer advertising a volunteer program. They were looking for someone once a week, preferably on weekends, to help supervise and work with kids at the Hastings Elementary School. One of the programs listed was helping with the local hockey team, the Hurricanes.
Logan remembered playing for the Hurricanes when he was growing up, which is how he was able to pick up a scholarship to Briar U. Perhaps this was a chance to pay it forward.
Logan snapped a photo of the flyer and walked down the quad with a bit more cheer than before.
–
This week was going to kill you. Actually it already has. An essay due, two problem sets and a midterm grade handed back. Not to mention five more messages in the Bitch to Me Briar inbox. You were stuck in the library grinding out your problem set for the past two hours. It was the last thing you wanted to get done before the weekend.
Not that you had big plans. Saturday was going to be spent working at the bookstore and Sunday you were doing your weekly volunteering at the elementary school.
“Having fun?” a voice asked, causing you to look up from your laptop. It was Garrett and Dean. This might be the first time you saw either of them in the library.
“Tons,” you mumbled, giving them a suspicious glance as they took the spots next to you.
You decided if you didn’t give them attention that maybe they’d let you do your work.
“So Hannah’s birthday is in three weeks,” Garrett began, which made you shoot him a look again.
“And we were thinking of throwing a huge surprise party,” Dean said, “It’s going to be crazy! Everyone dresses up, themed drinks, games, all of her favorite song!”
You blinked at them, finally pausing your music.
“Sorry, can you repeat that?”
“Hannah’s surprise party. Last Saturday of the month. Our house. Rager,” Dean repeated.
“Sounds fun,” you shrugged, “I’m assuming you’ll be the one distracting her throughout the day Garrett.”
“I made reservations for 8pm, so plan for us to be back around 10?”
“Cool,” you said, putting back in your earbud.
“That’s it,” Dean said.
“Sorry. I have so much work to do right now, but I’ll definitely help set up when the time is closer,” you rushed out. “But I think we should do pina coladas for drinks.”
“Like the way you think,” Garrett laughed. “I’m putting you on drink duty with Logan.”
—
You survived the week and a calm shift at the bookstore. Which now you could be entertained by the kids who came to Hastings Elementary every Sunday for recreational programs like arts and crafts or soccer club.
Both your parents worked a lot growing up, so you relied on programs like this to keep yourself entertained and not alone. You’ve been doing it for a couple of months, and now the kids have grown quite comfortable with you.
You debated pursuing a teaching master's after college, wanting to continue working with kids. But your psychology degree also meant you could become a school therapist or pursue psychiatry.
You were locking up your bike when a familiar pickup truck pulled into the parking lot.
“Logan?” you gasped nearly spitting out your coffee as the tall built hockey player got out and walked amongst the sea of small kids and just as small teachers.
He turned and mirrored the same surprised look before walking over.
“What are you doing here?” you asked.
“Volunteering,” he said.
“You volunteer at Hastings Elementary?” you said in disbelief.
“Well, I’m trying to start. I’m supposed to meet Ms. Langdon for an interview and then they’ll tell me if I’m cleared.”
You just stared at him, full of confusion. He seemed completely serious about the situation, which only added to the mystery of his being here.
“How long have you been volunteering here?” he asked.
“Since last spring,” you mumbled, “A club was doing a community service event and I just kept coming back.”
“That’s really cool. Which program do you help out with?”
“I used to do the general after-school day care. But now I can only help on Sundays so I help with the fashion club," you said, “The kids are designing their own fashion line.”
“That’s cute.”
You took another long sip of your coffee, eyes narrowing at him suspiciously.
“Umm, what are you signing up for?” you asked after taking a long sip of your drink hoping to wake you up from this madness.
“Helping out with the Hurricanes,” he said. That should’ve been obvious.
“I used to actually play for them back in the day,” he added, which made you picture a tiny Logan all decked out in hockey gear.
“You were a baby cane?” you asked.
“Yup,” he grinned, “Figure I pay it forward to the next generation of future NHL players.”
“Are you John Logan?” a lady asked who turned out to be Ms. Langdon.
“That would be me.”
You watched the older woman take in Logan’s stance and noticed a flicker of desire in her eyes. No way Logan wasn’t going to get rejected.
“Come with me,” she said.
Logan followed her, but not before giving you a wave. You couldn’t tell if you were upset or happy that Logan was now volunteering at the same place as you. Well, you couldn’t be mad since it seemed like he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart, which was sweet. But one of the small reasons you enjoyed volunteering was how separated it was from Briar. No classmates to worry about, quizzes to study for, gossip to listen to aside from the fifth-grade drama. This was a nice break from the craziness of college.
-
Your phone buzzed in your back pocket as you were wandering around the classroom supervising the kids.
John Logan
Do you want a ride back to campus?
You have never texted before outside of group chats to make plans so the singular message stared at you.
You
You don’t have to wait for me if you have already finished your interview. I biked here.
John Logan
Nah, they’re letting me stay for the skaters for the rest of the day. She really liked me
Of course she did. You thought Ms. Langdon was stronger than to fall for that prince charming smile.
You
Good to hear
John Logan
So text me when you’re done. Let’s meet at the entrance. SYL
You squinted at the acronym, trying to decode the meaning, but figured it was something only Logan’s brain would know.
You
Ok
“Who are you texting?” Katie, one of the girls in the program, asked. The kids should’ve been busy working on choosing their fabrics for their designs, but Katie always tended to be nosy.
“My friend,” you said.
“Do you have a lot of friends?”
“I like to think so.”
“I have a lot. I can name them all if you want.”
“I don’t think you need to,” you chuckled. “Which fabric did you end up choosing?”
“I think I want the leopard for this skirt,” Katie said, pointing to one of her templates they colored in last week, “Also maybe pink sparkles.”
“Cute,” you beamed, tucking your phone back into your pocket.
If Logan was going to be volunteering here you figured you shouldn’t let it bother you. Perhaps it would actually be nice not to navigate the bike lane every Sunday morning.
—
“Hey,” Logan waved, leaning against his truck.
“Hi,” you said, going to unlock your bike.
“Let me put that in the back,” he said, taking it out of your hold and easily hoisting it into the back of his truck. His shirt had lifted up a bit, revealing a patch of his toned stomach, which you forced yourself to look away from.
“Thanks,” you said, “Umm, how was your interview? I guess actually it had to go well, so how was your first day?”
Logan chuckled, circling the car to hop into the driver’s side, which prompted you to slip into the passenger seat. The smell of cedar filled your nose as the car was so Logan. There were tools that were all over the floor and a flannel tossed on the passenger side. Clipped on the glove box was a photo of the hockey team, and a Bruins keychain hung from the rear view mirror.
“It was good. The kids are no Bruins players but they’re pretty receptive,” Logan said. “It’s actually pretty fun working with kids.”
You gave him a nod, before awkwardly turning your gaze to the window.
“How’s your fashion club coming along?” he asked.
“They got to pick out their fabric today,” you answered. “I’m still trying to figure out the logistics of teaching fifth-graders how to sew.”
You both chuckled at the statement, falling into an easy silence. Outside the small local shops and restaurants passed you reminding you of the actual charm of Hastings outside of the Briar campus.
“I used to go to that deli all the time growing up,” Logan pointed out, reminding you that he grew up around here, “You ever been?”
You shook your head no, “I feel like I haven’t done much exploring outside of campus besides going to the bookstore down the street.”
“We should go sometime, maybe before or after volunteering.”
“That’d be nice,” you said, looking out the window.
Logan looked over to give you a smile before glancing back at the road before he hit anything. You felt your cheeks grow warm.
“Oh Garrett’s planning a surprise party for Hannah in a couple weeks,” you said, remembering your encounter with them in the library.
You noticed the way Logan’s grip on the wheel slightly tightened at the mention of the party. Maybe he was a bit peeved about throwing something at his house?
“Yeah they told me about it yesterday.”
“He wants us on drink curation duty,” you chuckled.
“Whatever that means,” Logan sighed. “Pretty sure I was nominated because I’m known for having a heavy hand.”
“You do,” you agreed, remembering two weeks ago watching him pour an egregious vodka shot which had you gagging for the next minute.
“What were you thinking for drinks?” Logan asked.
“Pina coladas obviously,” you started. “She also loves smirnoff ice. Maybe something cherry flavored?”
As you rambled, Logan’s brain couldn’t help but drift back to that karaoke night where Hannah captured everyone’s attention including his own. Jules scolded him that night because he apparently looked like a lovesick puppy.
But with you and your vanilla scented perfume filling his car he began to remember more about the night. Specifically how Allie got you so drunk that you actually agreed to also sing a duet of Shallow, you singing Bradley Cooper’s part. He’d never seen you so loose before, breaking away from your usual guarded walls. You laughed loudly at basically everything that night, tipping your head back as your cheeks were flushed with emotion. The night had actually ended with you, Hannah, and Allie all sleeping over as Logan woke up to you sprawled out on the couch the next morning.
“Any other suggestions?” you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
His eyes mindlessly trailed to your lips that were covered in a brown tint before he cleared his throat. “No, those all sound great.”
-
Logan watched your hair flow into the wind as you walked into your dorm. He waited, once again, until the door closed before backing out into the street. The car still faintly smelled like your perfume. Pulling up into the driveway he realized you had completely forgotten your bike in the back. The thought made him smile, now he had to take you to the school next week.
When he got in the house, he was greeted by Hannah and Garrett giggling on the couch. Normally the sight would’ve made his heart drop but Logan couldn’t help but smile at his best friend looking so in love.
“Hey Logan,” Hannah said, resituating herself to be in a normal seated position not in Garrett’s lap.
“Where were you man?” Garrett asked.
“Hasting Elementary school,” he said. “I’m helping out with the Hurricanes.”
Hannah mentioned that you also volunteered which made Logan smile remembering the shocked look on your face when you spotted him today. You were so expressive despite how shy you were.
“Yeah I actually just dropped her off at your place.”
“Since when did you do community service?” Garrest asked, still confused by the situation.
“Needed a change of scenery,” Logan shrugged. “Thought it would be nice to pay it forward to my old team. I’ll be in my room.”
As soon as the door shut behind him, Logan pulled out his phone to text you about your bike. Instead of the image of Hannah and Garrett on the couch he thought of the way you fiddled with your hair while sitting in his truck.
Fresh faces was what the advice column said. And you were a like a breath of fresh air.
While Logan disappeared up the stairs both Hannah and Garrett gave each other a knowing glance.
“You don’t think…” Garrett began.
–
After Logan dropped you off, you hurried into your dorm. You promised yourself that you would do another advice post tonight since you’ve been busy with school work. Maybe it was time you gave this poor ladytheatrics some guidance dealing with who sounds like a walking STD. You typed up two suggestions, other than telling her to make sure he gets tested. One to not let his other pursuits bother her and be confident that she was not worth less than because there were other women in what sounded like a pretty casual sexual relationship. Or two, sleep with other people too.
When you posted you couldn’t help but feel a bit hollow. While the last advice felt like you were actually doing a bit of god’s work for a student, sometimes Bitch to Me Briar felt like a chore you were half-assing. Your phone buzzed which you thought it would be Hannah asking to grab dinner. Instead the ID made you raise your brow a bit in pleasant shock before dropping in embarrassment after reading the text.
John Logan
I totally stole your bike. When can I drop it off?
John Logan
Also when are you free to work on our cocktail making skills?
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A/N: for the sake of plot I'm rearranging the timeline so the fundraiser comes later in the semester and also so Logan doesn't go behind Garrett's back. I'm really liking how this story is turning out! Please keep commenting, it really makes my day and thank you!
Summary: John Logan thought he was competitive, being an athlete and all. That was until his girlfriend brought him to weekly trivia, leaving him both fearing for his life and hopelessly in love after the night was over.
Warning: None! Pure fluff
A/N: Very indulgent but thought it would be a funny concept. Thought you all might want something different from the Bitch to Me Briar series
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“Are you doing anything tonight?” you said over the phone with your boyfriend, Logan.
“No what’s up baby?” he asked.
“Perfect I need you to be my partner in trivia at Trident tonight.”
Logan was aware of your weekly trivia nights with your roommate, Grace. It was a special time just for the two of you which he did not interfere with.
“I’m finally invited to trivia after three months of dating?” he chuckled.
“Do you wanna come or not? Gracie is ditching me for a first date and I need a partner.”
“Sure, since you want me there so badly babe,”he answered sarcastically, “What time should I come over?”
“Like now,” you huffed, “We need to discuss strategy and prep you since you’re a novice.”
“Hey I’m not just a dumb jock.”
“Never said you were,” you sang, “Love you and come over quick!”
Logan got to your place around ten minutes after. It only took one knock on the door for you to quickly pull him inside. You guided him to the couch where he sat and you stood holding your iPad with notes scribbled on.
“What no kiss?” Logan pouted as you were too focused on the competition tonight.
“You can get a kiss if we place tonight,” you said firmly.
So Logan decided to pull you by the belt loops so that you would fall into his lap. You squirmed in protest but his hands stayed on your waist to keep you anchored. He hadn’t seen you all week aside from a brief lunch two days ago. He had an away game last weekend and you were just finishing up your midterms. So no he was not going to apologies for being clingy.
“You’re sexy when you’re passionate,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Whatever,” you scoffed, adjusting yourself on his lap so that you can show him the iPad display.
“There’s seven rounds and seven questions per round,” you began lecturing, “One minute per question.”
“Is this like themed trivia?”
“Just general but each round will have a theme. They are some of the most random categories so I really need you to use that memory of yours,” you said, tapping his head lightly which made him chuckle.
You wished he’d stop laughing as this was no laughing matter. This was trivia night!
“I’ll put my thinking cap on,” he smiled.
“I’ll admit this stuff is kinda hard. Grace and I have only gotten podium maybe five times and we’ve been playing for two semesters now,” you said a bit sad.
“Don’t worry babe,” Logan gave you a squeeze, “If there’s a hockey or video game category I’ll bring home gold for you.”
You gave him a shy smile. Three months of dating this man and you firmly believed that he would do absolutely anything for you. Fixing the drain in your apartment, carrying your shopping bags, making you soup when you’re sick. You had this man wrapped around your finger and you didn’t know how you got so lucky.
When the school worshipped your boyfriend like a Greek god, you were the one he came to immediately after the game. You were the reason he was skipping drinks with the team to support your trivia night.
Logan was thinking the same thing as he watched you babble about strategy and being confident. He also heard you say that you really only wanted to beat one team tonight because the girl was in your class and she’s super rude. Logan remembered her as the girl who bothered you at some party so now he was ready for vengeance tonight.
Logan thought back to how you both met. It was at a random party and Logan had found you outside looking up at the stars. The way the moonlight hit your face, you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Once you started pointing out constellations, that’s when Logan knew he was a goner.
Now his days are filled with you curled up by his side reading while he played video games. Or date nights that were equal parts romantic and spontaneous. And there was no better feeling seeing you wear his jersey for the first time at a home game.
“Ugh I really don’t like her,” you huffed, twisting Logan’s hoodie strings between your fingers, “She also plays with her boyfriend at trivia so we need to show them we’re the better couple.”
“Shouldn’t be hard,” he said, pulling your faces closer, “I think the majority of couples at Briar wish they were us.”
“Yeah we are pretty great,” you grinned.
That’s when Logan took the opportunity to kiss you. He leaned in to softly press his lips against yours which you melted into instantly. One hand moved to cup your jaw while your own tangled in his soft hair. God you could kiss this man forever.
When Logan tried to depend the kiss, fingers creeping under your shirt, you pulled away teasingly watching his body naturally lean in to chase you.
“We have to go,” you announced, hopping up from his lap, “If we don’t get there early all the spots in the front will be taken and our chances of winning will significantly decrease.”
Logan just shook his head as we follows you out the dorm.
—
Logan couldn’t help but smile as you were happily waving to the employees and other patrons at the establishment. Trident was actually a coffee shop but every Thursday they turned it into a bar and trivia night.
You squealed, grabbing his hand to pull him to a small table tucked in the front left.
“This is the spot when Gracie and I got first,” you explained, “It must be a good sign.”
“And you were making fun of me for my game day superstitions,” he joked, shrugging off his jacket.
“Cause your superstitions are stupid,” you said, “I don’t know how having sex 24 hours before a game is bad luck. Wouldn’t that actually improve your performance?”
“Everyone on the team swore a vow and I’m not about to fuck over playoffs.”
“Not even to meet your girlfriend’s needs,” you huffed. You were only joking. Logan performed well above satisfactory in bed.
“Really know how to make your boyfriend feel good,” he laughed, “Do you wanna a drink?”
You gave him a nod while the waitress brought over trivia paper and markers for the table. You gazed over at Logan as his body leaned against the counter. He was wearing a backwards cap and a grey long sleeves that hugged his muscles deliciously. He was a lot larger than the rest of the people around, definitely a new face.
You could see the bartender flutter her eyelashes at Logan as he paid for the two beers. That was the one downside of having the perfect boyfriend. Seemed like everyone wanted a piece of him.
Before you could get jealous, a familiar figure walked in. You already it was Jessica from class from her obnoxiously loud voice that was bossing her boyfriend around. Poor guy.
Jessica and you had mild beef after you called out her not so subtle racist comments she made during your film studies class. That weekend she made a point to spill beer on you by “accident” which had Grace holding you back before you threw a punch. She was also always so loud and rude during class always causing your professor to furrow their brows in impatience. And
She sauntered over to where you were sitting to give an acknowledgement but after noticing the seat was empty she made a point to gloat.
“Sucks that Grace isn’t here,” she said, “I heard one of the categories is serial killers.”
You rolled your eyes not giving her the satisfaction of a response.
Just in time your knight in shining armor was walking back with two beers in hand. His brows raised up in confusion to the couple standing in front of your table.
“Here you go pretty,” he said, sliding a glass over and then taking a seat.
Jessica’s smug smile turned into an expression of shock as she realized who was now sitting across from you.
“Thanks man,” Logan smiled and then looked to you.
“Jessica this is my boyfriend,” you said, trying not to sound too smug.
You were aware she used to have a thing for him after hearing her gossip so loudly about it in class. Little did she know that he was all yours.
There was no response as Jessica quickly stormed off with her boyfriend trailing behind.
“Was that her?” Logan asked, reaching over to pull you seat closer.
He did it with such ease that you felt your cheeks heat up once you were sat close enough he could throw an arm across the back of your chair.
You were not going to be able to focus. You should’ve asked Allie to come instead.
“Yeah doesn’t matter cause we’re gonna beat them,” you grumbled.
“Damn right,” Logan pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before you exclaimed,
“What should our team name be?”
By your frantic tone Logan thought you forgot your phone or keys. He loved how passionate you were about well, everything.
Logan always had a hard time expressing his emotions while you wore them on your sleeve proudly. Since you’d been dating he’s been better at opening up. Only because you were so easy and patient.
“What’s the name you and Grace have?”
“Bikini Bottom,” you said, ignoring his snicker, “But that’s reserved for Gracie and I, so we need another.”
“Can’t we just put our initials?”
“And be boring,” you groaned.
“You’re right,” Logan agreed, “Umm who’s a power couple maybe can do something like that?”
“I like that,” you nodded, “Any ideas?”
“Romeo and Juliet?”
“Logan! They both die,” you chide, “Hardly a power couple if they can’t even stay alive in their universe.”
“I thought it was romantic,” he mumbled, “Star wars? Han Solo and Leia.”
“They were toxic. Both on and off screen.”
Logan huffed in frustration but you were making good points. The room was getting crowded, he looked to the clock to see they were going to start soon.
“How about Mr. And Mrs. Smith? They try to kill each other but then they team up. Kinda like us?”
“I never tried to kill you. It was an accident I ran into on my bike on the way to our first date,” you said, “But I do like that movie.”
“Done,” Logan said, quickly scribbling down the name before you had doubts.
---
Soon trivia began with the host of the explaining the rules and timing of the night. Logan watched as you bounced eagerly in your seat, waiting for the first category to be announced.
"Landmarks"
The first question was "The Hollywood sign originally spelled out which word"
Logan was lost, as you tapped your chin to think.
"I have no clue babe," he said.
"Logan that's not helpful," you grumbled, "I'm trying to think of a reasonable answer. Maybe Los Angeles?"
"Hollywoodland? Like Greaseland?" Logan tried.
"That's actually not a bad idea," you said, writing it down. You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
If that's what it took to impress you he would've stop trying to show off on the ice and pulling his muscles. Although it was always worth seeing you clap eagerly in the crowd whenever he skated by.
-
The game continued and each category got more and more absurd. Luckily you scored with romance novels.
"Four Weddings and a Funeral is a much better British rom-com than Notting Hill," you mumbled as you jotted down your answer to which actress starred opposite to Hugh Grant and played an actress in the movie.
"Lets watch it next date night," Logan said before you hushed him because the next question was announced.
You literally shrieked in excitement when the 5th category was hockey history. Logan easily got every question right.
"How do you know all this?" you said, watching him quickly check over all the answers. "Like I know hockey is your thing but there's no reason for you to be knowing draft history from the 70s."
"I can ask the same about your random knowledge about all the countries of the world."
"I like looking at maps," you shrugged.
-
By the next hour both you and Logan were fairly happy. The announced the rankings at the end but you were still pretty confident. You looked over your shoulder to see Jessica scolding her boyfriend while Logan went to get you refills.
The last category was guessing whether the word was a disease or Pokemon name.
"Ugh I only know the cute ones," you groaned but when you turned to Logan he had a wicked grin on his face.
"Lucky for you I still have my collection tucked under my bed," he said with a wink.
You couldn't help but press a kiss to his lips which he was quick to react to.
"Best boyfriend ever," you grinned.
-
"In third place we have Mr. and Mrs. Smith!"
"EEEEEK!" you shrieked grabbing Logan's arm. "We placed! This is insane!"
You were grinning so wide now that your cheeks hurt as Logan mirrored the same smile.
"Does that mean I get that kiss?" he whispered.
You wasted no time pulling his lips to yours, tugging the strands of his hair while. he cradled your jaw. You only pulled away after realizing you were in public but Logan's hands never left your body as you went up to claim your prize.
“I can’t believe we got third!” you exclaimed, skipping on the sidewalk, “What are the odds that there’s a hockey category!”
Logan just chuckled and watch you celebrate. You were waving around the envelope like it was a Stanley Cup, beaming at him.
“And did you see the look on Jessica’s face! Best trivia ever!” you squealed.
That’s when Logan wrapped you up in his arms making you shout in delight while he peppered kisses all over your face. You were smiling so hard your face hurt as Logan look down at you with those adoring eyes.
“Proud of us babe,” he said, “Glad I could be a worthy partner.”
“You did a lot better than I expected,” you said causing Logan to playfully tickle you.
“Absolutely no faith in your boyfriend,” he sighed, hands not leaving your body as you continued your walk to campus.
“I had some faith,” you said weakly.
“I hope Gracie’s date went well cause then we could do trivia double dates,” you pondered, “4 times the brain power we’d be unstoppable!”
God you were so cute, Logan couldn’t help but give you another squeeze.
“My little nerd,” he said making you bark out a laugh.
“You’re also a nerd,” you teased, “No business knowing all those Pokémon.”
Instead of firing back, Logan just scoped you up bridal style making you scream, wrapping your arms around you neck.
"You're cute when you're competitive," he said, kissing your nose. "Thank you for inviting me tonight."
"Yeah yeah," you shrugged playfully. "You're a pretty great partner. In all aspects I guess."
Logan laughed at your dry humor and just spun both you around as the two of you enjoyed the fall night. Hell Logan would read every atlas and scroll all the wikipedia pages if it meant to keep you smiling as much as you were tonight.
Summary: You’re intrigued by the latest request that comes in late last night. During the celebration at Malone’s, Logan and you find yourselves catching up about stupid things.
Warnings: Drinking, Jules is low-key annoying (I need it for plot), Allie and Dean being sus, reader is shy, slowest of burns
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I’m in love with my best friend’s girlfriend. Need help ASAP!
That’s what you were reading while in line for the bathroom at the Briar hockey arena. The Hawks were crushing the Clovers so you didn’t feel that bad about taking a break from the game.
You were intrigued by the request, mainly from the lack of context. You were pretty sure you answered a similar question to this last fall but you assumed the sender was too lazy to scroll through the page. Everyone who sent requests to the account knew to provide as much detail to the situation without actually outing themselves. That’s what made the account so fun to read and it also helped you a lot as well.
The second sentence also piqued your interest. Only three words but you could feel the person’s desperation for guidance. You’ve gotten beggars before in the inbox but they were typically because their problems were timely such as a roommate conflict.
But this request, it seemed like someone’s final straw. ‘In love’ meant time. This person had been sitting with these emotions for so long that they think it developed into something further. Well you didn’t know the entire situation thanks to the short request.
You were tempted to ignore it and return to the fuckboy request but the ASAP glared at you. They needed help and for some reason they felt they needed to come to you.
Someone tapped you on the shoulder, signalling a stall had opened up. You tucked your phone away letting the possible ideas float around.
–
The Hawks had won to no one's surprise. You texted Tucker that you and Allie would meet the group at Malone’s assuming they’d want to shower and change beforehand.
Beau had already gotten a table when you and Allie arrived and waved you both down.
“Hello lovely ladies,” he greeted.
Allie gave him a nod and you slid in next to Beau. He hadn’t gone to the game because an essay was due but you were glad he made it in time for drinks.
“How’s the essay?” you asked.
“It’s done and now I don’t want to think about it,” he said, “Drinks?”
“Please!” Allie exclaimed, she seemed a bit more on edge than usual which left you wondering what went down with her and Sean.
Malone’s was slowly coming alive as more students trickled in. You, Beau and Allie talked about classes until a loud cheer erupted throughout the bar.
You looked over to see the men of the hour had arrived. Dean was riling up the crowd which made Beau shout back like a weird mating call.
“Heard you crush them,” Beau complimented, greeting the blonde.
“Obviously,” he scoffed, sliding into the booth next to Allie.
The other three were close behind with grins on their faces and beers in hand. Tucker pulled up a chair while Garrett squeezed in with Dean, leaving Logan to slide in next to you.
“Haven’t seen you in awhile,” you said, turning to face the brunette, “Great job today.”
Logan flashed you a friendly smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes like there was something holding him back from fully enjoying the moment.
“Yeah, I've been busy with work and the garage,” he shrugged.
You gave him a sympathetic nod not wanting to press further.
“Thank you again for fixing my bike,” you said.
“It was really no problem,” he shrugged, “Anything for a friend.”
You both awkwardly smiled at each other as out of all the boys you and Logan were the least close. Partly because he was hardly at the house whenever you were over with Hannah. But also he seemed a bit more shy and distant than the others.
“Hannah said the music conference is going well,” you said, turning to Garrett, “She also said congrats on the win.”
“Yeah she called me after the game,” Garrett smiled as if the very thought of his girlfriend brightened his mood, “Her hotel looks so nice.”
Logan excused himself to go grab another drink while you and Garrett talked more about Hannah and the amazing opportunity she had to attend a classical music conference this weekend.
Allie suddenly got up, announcing she wanted to dance and grabbed you to join her. You didn’t miss the suspicious look Dean had as you were being pulled to the dance floor.
You danced and laughed with your best friend until she said that it was time for her to use the bathroom. So you walked back to the table where it was just Logan and Jules left. Garrett left a little earlier to FaceTime Hannah. Dean was nowhere to be seen. While Tucker and Beau were chatting up with their frat brother, Justin.
“Nice moves,” Jules teased.
You gave a shy shrug, fiddling with your hands. Whenever you were around Julea, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. Only because if your secret got out they would waste no time blasting it on Fifth Line for everyone else to know.
“I was just telling Logan about my theory of who the most recent Bitch to Me Briar request came from,” Jules said, “Pretty sure she’s in my class.”
They were referring to last week’s post of a girl stuck in a love triangle.
“I’m sort of amazed that page still has content to post and the fact people are interested,” Jules continued.
“Well college is a lot for some people,” you said, looking down at your lap.
“Yeah I think it’s cool that there’s someone giving advice free of judgement,” Logan chimed in to your surprise.
“I suppose,” Jules shrugged, “But the girl in my class is totally that girl. I’ve seen her walk to class with two different guys every other day.”
Your phone buzzed from a text notification from Allie.
Allie
Started talking to a hot stranger. Would you be mad if I went home with them?
Her text amused you as you were aware of Allie’s recent challenge of trying to get over Sean. You told her that maybe no contact would be best but given their long history Allie couldn’t do it. Instead it seemed the one solution she and you could somewhat agree on was to find a temporary distraction. You had meant maybe pick up a new hobby or join another club but Allie took it as doing someone new. Which you supposed worked.
Just because you gave advice didn’t mean everyone always followed it.
You
Go for it. I’m probably gonna head back now anyways.
Allie
You’re the best! Get home safe.
“I’m going to head out,” you announced, getting up from your seat.
At the same time Logan said, “I think it’s time for me to go.”
Jules just started at the two of you which made you realize what the interaction could come across as.
“Oh not together,” you said quickly, “We’re not—“
“Wasn’t thinking that,” Jules said which made Logan laugh as your face heated up in embarrassment.
“I can walk you back,” he said and teasingly added, “Unless you prefer I walk three paces behind you.”
You rolled your eyes and said a quick goodbye to Jules. Logan followed as you waved to Tucker and gave an encouraging thumbs up to Allie.
It was cold outside but thankfully you brought your winter puffer to brave the walk. Logan matched your pace as you both walked in awkward silence towards the direction of campus.
“You didn’t drive?” you said, knowing Logan normally brought his buddy’s home in his old pickup truck.
“Nah I wanted to drink,” he said, “So I guess you are stuck walking back with me.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” you mumbled, “Your sibling is just known for running a very infamous gossip account.”
Logan laughed at your comment which made you feel a bit better. You were aware of Logan’s attractiveness, you would be lying if you denied having a small crush on him freshman year. He was your campus crush, always seeing him in the dining hall with a Hawks hockey hoodie and a flashy smile.
But since you’ve gotten to know him, you’ve also learned his habits. You once walked in on Tucker scolding Logan for sleeping with five different girls in one week. A statistic that still blows your mind.
You knew the appeal though. He was handsome and very kind. But carried himself like he was carrying secrets. Girls were into the mysterious unattainable jock.
Also now you had too many things on your plate to even be thinking about a crush.
“So…” Logan awkwardly began cutting through your thoughts, “what’s Allie up to?”
“Trying to get over her ex,” you shrugged, “In arguably the worst way possible but I tried warning her.”
“I feel like you would give good advice,” Logan pondered, “You seem wise.”
“Just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean I’m wise,” you mumbled.
Compared to Hannah and Allie who were literally performing majors you tended to gravitate in the background. Hence your secret online persona. But that was mostly because you felt weird being loud.
Growing up you were often scolded when you spoke too loud or were acting too “dramatic”. So now you just choose to stay quiet until you feel comfortable with your company. The company has a very short list of people.
“I didn’t mean it like that. You just seem like you think about a lot of things,” he corrected, “You’re not stupid is what I’m trying to say.”
“Thanks,” you said, “You also are not stupid.”
“I actually am an idiot,” Logan laughed.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
The hockey guys had surprised you by their emotional maturity. Even if they were loud they always acted within reason. At least sober. Logan actually seemed the most mature out of them.
“I’ve just done some dumb things,” Logan shrugged.
Like falling in love with Hannah.
“We’re young. We’re supposed to be doing dumb things,” you said.
“See what I mean about always saying the right thing,” Logan joked, “What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done?”
Run an advice page.
“I don’t know. Take five shots back to back?”
“Nah that’s what we all do on Saturdays.”
“It is pretty stupid though,” you said.
Logan looked at you with your hands stuffed in your pockets and gaze on your shoes. You were definitely shyer compared to the crowd you hung out with but Logan always enjoyed your company. You were witty and everyone’s number one cheerleader.
Logan actually thought you were extremely gorgeous when Allie and Hannah first brought you around. You had been wearing a pink lip gloss and your hair was braided. But when you shut Dean down in probably the most hilarious way, Logan knew there was more to you.
He just hadn’t got the chance to find out. Mostly on him but also because you were super busy with school and all your extra curricular activities. You volunteered at the local elementary school on Sundays and Hannah had mentioned you worked at a bookstore which Logan found adorable.
“You don’t have to answer,” Logan said, realizing he might’ve been making you uncomfortable.
“In high school, my friends opened up the sunroof and then I flashed the entire highway,” you blurted out.
“You’re lying,” Logan said in shock. And then mentally kicked himself trying to imagine.
“It was a part of senior date night,” you said.
“I would’ve never guessed.”
You just shrugged and kept walking, seeing that your dormitory was a few feet away.
“Thanks for walking me home,” you said, stopping in front.
“We just happened to be going in the same direction remember,” he winked which made you smile.
“Night Logan,” you said, “It was nice seeing you.”
“Goodnight,” and then he added for whatever reason, “Yeah I should be around more. Midterms are almost over.”
“That’s cool,” you smiled before walking inside.
Logan waited until the door closed and automatically locked before making his way home. It wasn’t until he saw Garrett still talking to Hannah in the living room that he found it a bit easier to breathe.
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Dear Yearner,
You typed as soon as you got into the covers. That’s what you decided to nickname the requester since they hadn’t given their own alias.
Honestly this sounds like it sucks. I would suggest first to spend some time away. Maybe being around the couple would only make you grow resentful and add to your want. I’m not saying to distance yourself but to put yourself in a new environment. Fresh faces might be helpful. I don’t know much about your situation since you were so concise with your request but in a couple weeks I’d also suggest writing a list of things you like about said girl or just in a partner in general. You might realize some other things. Wish you the best
Love,
Briar Bitch
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A/N: Realizing this is gonna be a slow burn but that means it’s just gonna hit better in the end.
Summary: You are starting the second half of the fall semester trying to balance 'Bitch to Me Briar' and your classes. Meanwhile Logan decides to seek help on something that's been eating away at him
Warnings/Notes: Nothing really happens, just some set up for the drama to come.
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Growing up you’ve always been the friend that everyone came to for advice. Whether it was simple like what outfit to wear or heavier topics like relationship issues. For some reason people valued your input.
So when Samantha Gross, a senior in your European history class, asked you at the end of your freshman year if you wanted to take over the ‘Bitch to Me Briar’ advice page, it seemed only natural to say yes.
For the past year (and a couple weeks) you were spreading your wisdom across campus. People would ask you questions like how to deal with tough roommates which you had a couple tips up your sleeve thanks to your crazy freshman year roommate. Sometimes they’d ask how to make friends. Sometimes they just complained about their classes which you would validate or criticize them on depending on your mood. It was called ‘Bitch to Me’ after all. But the most frequent request in your inbox was always about relationships. When do you say the L-word? How to know if someone is cheating on you? How to break-up? Thankfully you’ve been through it all with your parents, high school friends and close relatives, nearly finding a piece of advice to share for any situation.
Was it a bit weird doing all of this anonymously behind a screen? Maybe. But all the requests were also anonymous. You didn’t exactly know who was fucking their girlfriend’s mom or was dealing with a kleptomaniac roommate, but that only made it fair that they didn’t know who you were.
People loved the fact they could read these juicy stories and maybe get a life lesson out of it. The ability to choose also helped you weave out the absolutely bizarre stories that you were sure people were making up just to mess with you. Sometimes you threw them a bone and answered.
However you were starting to slack off. Not because of the lack of content but junior year was starting to ramp up in work. Instead of posting twice a week, it was starting to dwindle down to one. Your grades were still well above average but the stress was starting to kick in. It was about time you got a real job and not just this weird gig you had in the shadows of Instagram.
The problem was you had no one to go to with your own dilemma. No one knew you ran the account. Not your friends. Your ex boyfriends. Ex roommates. Classmates. You were carrying the weight of Briar U’s secrets solo.
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“Whatcha doing?” Allie asked, sliding into the seat next to yours.
You were reading a message about how someone was unclear whether to mix colors with whites in the laundry but you quickly changed tabs before Allie could notice. You were an advice column not someone’s mom.
“Just scrolling,” you shrugged, your computer screen now pulled up on Instagram.
There was a Fifth Line post about the hockey game coming up. Fifth Line wasn’t exactly your rival, you just considered two different versions of public service. While people could come to you for safety and privacy, Jules Logan had no mercy putting people on blast (with or without their consent). Jules had a problem with Bitch to Me Briar. You only knew because you ran in the same hockey team circle now and she’s voiced it many times.
“I don’t get why they’re anonymous,” they huffed, “They’re letting people cower in the shadows instead of facing real public reaction.”
They had a point. But you weren’t getting paid for this so you couldn’t care less what people thought.
“Are you going to that?” Allie asked, seeing the hockey post.
“The game?” you confirmed, “I don’t know. Hannah is out of town and I really only like going with her.”
Hannah was now dating Garrett Graham, captain of the Hawks hockey team. You actually had to give Hannah a lot of in person advice about their relationship, especially since the bizarre story was so unusual. You didn’t get any requests about ‘help I’ve fallen in love with the guy I’m fake dating’ during that period so you know you did a good job with the face-to-face interaction.
“I could go with you?” Allie said to your surprise.
You raised your brow at her. Allie had been to a few games with you and Hannah but only because it was with you two and it was during the fresh break-up between her and Sean. Sports weren’t really her thing as she much preferred the high art of theater. You didn’t blame her, it sometimes gets old watching Garrett body slam an innocent guy.
Since Hannah started dating Garrett, your friend groups slowly merged together. You had known Tucker from another mutual friend and Dean proved to be nice after he realized you wouldn’t sleep with him. There was also Logan who was your favorite after he fixed your bike last week. Though recently you haven’t been seeing much of him.
“Do you wanna go?” you counted.
Allie sighed as if she got caught in a lie.
“I could use a distraction,” she said, “I saw Sean the other day and it didn’t go well.”
“You’re not getting back together are you?” you asked, body growing tense.
Allie and Sean weren’t the most toxic couple you saw or heard about, but they definitely weren’t the healthiest. You tried explaining to Allie the two have simply grown apart and by hanging onto one another it would just make matters worse.
“God no but I need something to turn off my brain,” she explained, “Garrett also said the guys were probably going to go out after.”
“I’ll go,” you shrugged, “I guess we should support Garrett since Hannah’s not here.”
Guess the girl who was hooking up with a notorious fuckboy had to wait until Sunday for advice.
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Logan was absolutely fucked in the head. Garrett was his best friend. Ever since they got assigned as freshman year roommates, it was always 44 and 22 side by side.
And yet here Logan was thinking about Garrett’s girlfriend, Hannah Wells. He thought about her singing karaoke to get a rise out of Garrett, her flashing that smile when the four hockey guys came into Malone’s, he thought about their kiss being only to prove a point to Garret, and he thought about how she and Garrett cuddled up on their couch whispering and giggling into each other’s ears.
He was an awful person. The one time Garrett actually decides to settle down of course it’s the one girl that seemed to make Logan stop in his tracks.
Worst of all, he couldn’t tell anyone. Not Dean or Tucker. Not Jules (because he already told them he was over it) and certainly not Garrett. The secret was eating him up alive.
So much so, Logan tried to avoid being around Garrett and Hannah for long periods of time, worried that they’d catch on to his longing stares.
Thankfully Hannah was away for the weekend which meant Logan could breathe a little easier. But he made a promise to himself. He needed to get over this crush. Fast.
So Logan did the most logical thing a Briar University student could do. Open up ‘Bitch to Me Briar’ submission form.
The page illuminated his phone as he stared at the text box in the middle of the night.
-If you seek answers you’ve come to the right place. Tell me what’s on your mind-
Logan’s thumbs hovered over the keypad as he took a breath. He was normally one to bottle up his emotions but he was scared of the consequences if these feelings boiled over. He didn’t want to ruin Garrett’s relationship or lose any of his friends. He wanted to put a quiet end to this problem. So he caved and typed out a quick message summarizing briefly the agony he was in.
I’m in love with my best friend’s girlfriend. Need help ASAP!
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A/N: Hi hi! I'm super excited for this story and I hope you are too! If you're interested in joining the taglist for this series please comment below! Thank you honestly for the support on this account. I literally started this only than a week ago and the response has be insane!
Summary: You were a normal college student. You hang out with friends, went to class, studied during the week and partied at night. The only thing was that on the side you ran the infamous advice social media page ‘Bitch to me Briar’. There you listened and offered wisdom to the students who complained about classes, teachers, food, friendships, but most of all relationships. John Logan is struggling, at least off the ice, having a crush on your best friend’s girlfriend is not for the week. So he takes some desperate measures and sends a message to a certain Instagram account not knowing the owner is someone a lot closer than he thinks.
Warnings/Notes: SLOW BURN, slight angst, fluff, anonymous messaging, lots of miscommunication, idiots in love, overall gossipy/shady shit, betrayal, lots of yearning
A/N: It’s kinda like A Cinderella Story but way sillier? Realizing that this was literally a scene in The Mistake but I’m making it my own. This is kinda the first series I'm trying to flush out so please stuck with me. I'm really excited for this and I hope you are all too!
Part 1: I gotta tell you something (posted 6.13)
Part 2: Wished you just talked to me (posted 6.15)
Part 3: You've been searching long and hard (posted 6.17)
Part 4: I'm all alone in my room, I'm just thinking 'bout you (posted 6.19)
Part 5: Everything and nothing always haunts me (posted 6.24)
Part 6: Or Just say that you were mine (posted 6.28)
Part 7: Hold on and hope we'll find our way back in the end (6.30)
