Warnings: Mentions of a mute disability, ASL dialog will be in italics, bullying, physical fighting
Words: 8.5k
Summary: You are a freshman at Briar with an overprotective brother, leaving you protected by his friends. Dean discovers there’s more to life than talking about girls, sex, and partying. There’s a hidden beauty in living in the moment.
Ever since you were young, Garrett has shown no hesitation in making sure that you were protected. Having a disabled sister was hard on Garrett, watching people make fun of you or say you aren’t intelligent enough because you were born mute. This is what led everyone in the family to learn ASL and get you into speech therapy. But when your and Garrett’s mom passed away, Phil sent both of you off to boarding school, making it even harder for you to adapt. You were placed into a special boarding school for deaf and mute kids so you could practice ASL and continue speech therapy. Throughout it all, you eventually picked up basic phrases but still struggled to carry on a full conversation and preferred ASL.
You had a deal with your dad. If Garrett made it into Briar, he would pull every string he could to get you there. Garrett also researched ahead of time and found that they had amazing student disability services, including student ASL interpreters, assignment excuses (for you, such as doing a speech for a class), and extra time on exams. Phil also felt more comfortable sending you somewhere with Garrett cause then at least one person would know ASL or look out for you. Before you came to Briar, Garrett had told his teammates about you. Only his close friends were aware that you were mute, and he taught them basic ASL signs to prepare when you visited.
Now, as an incoming freshman at Briar, you were nervous because most people don’t know ASL, so you sometimes opted for text-to-speech as well. At the beginning of the semester, Garrett made an effort for the guys to watch out for you and not be afraid to step in if other first-year students made fun of you. After your calculus class, Garrett insisted you visit his house and meet his roommates. He assured you that they knew you were mute and that they knew some ASL. All you knew was that these were the guys Garrett played hockey with and that they were good.
“Hey, guys! Come meet my sister!”
You see a guy with curly hair behind the kitchen, cooking something that smells like a stew. You then see another guy with wavy brown hair and a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, holding a hammer. They both wave at you.
“Hey, I’m Tucker, this is Logan.” the one with the pink apron mentioned.
“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You replied.
“Dude, I thought you said she was mute.” Logan spoke up.
“It’s called speech therapy, dumbasses. She can say basic words but not a full conversation.” Garrett shot back.
You rolled your eyes.
“My apologies, Y/N,” Logan meekly replied.
It’s okay. I get it a lot.
“I remember that’s the sign for ok, so I think I’m in the clear.” Logan cheered.
You sighed at his sentiment. You then hear the door open behind you. It's a tall blonde with a wide frame and bright blue eyes.
“Yo Graham! And baby Graham, you look just like your brother.” Dean bent down to look at you.
Gross
“What does that one mean?” Dean looked perplexed
“She said, gross dude.” Tucker chirped.
“How did you know that?!” Dean shot his head up at Tucker.
“It’s called reading, I wanted to know the important words in case she tried my cooking. Did you not look over the basic ASL language Garrett sent us?”
“Not going to lie, I glanced over it for a few seconds.”
“Seriously, dude?” Garrett looked at Dean, pissed.
“What? I thought I had more time to study.”
What’s the loud blonde dude’s name?
Logan squinted at you again, trying to think. “I think she’s asking your name dude.”
Dean looked back at you and pulled his hand back. “Dean. Dean Di Laurentis. Don’t you forget it,” and then Dean winked at you. You looked disgusted.
“Damn harsh crowd, I’ve never been rejected so subtly before. And what’s your name baby Graham?”
“Y/N.” You quietly replied.
“So she speaks. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Dean smiled before heading towards the kitchen. While they all sat, you turned to Garrett, already annoyed by this whole interaction.
You told me they knew ASL, but they barely know anything, especially that blonde one. You signed.
“They’re trying their best, ok? They didn’t have 18 years with it. They had, at most, probably had two weeks.” Garrett whispered low so they couldn’t hear.
Should I just do the text-to-speech thing? It’s probably easier for them to understand.
“No, Y/N, just do what makes you feel comfortable, worst case I’ll be here to translate.” Garrett rubbed your shoulder in reassurance.
Good, cause honestly, whatever the curly-haired one was making smelled good.
“Tucker’s a great cook, you can always come over for a free dinner if the dining hall food isn’t up to par.”
Last week, they had undercooked chicken, and I almost gagged.
Garrett laughed as he brought you back to the group.
“She’s staying for dinner, guys!” Garrett cheered.
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When Dean walked over after meeting you, he was debriefing with Tucker and Logan.
“So that’s Garrett’s sister?” Logan inquired
“Yeah, dude, can’t you see the resemblance? They both got dark curly hair, and she also has his Angry Bird eyebrows.” Dean responded.
“She’s just as expressive as him for sure.” Tucker added while stirring his chicken and dumpling soup.
“How can you even tell? She can barely talk.” Dean, perplexed.
“You can tell a lot from a person by just their face, unlike you, talking your ear off to someone any chance you get.” Tucker rolled his eyes.
Dean looked over at you and Garrett talking, even though you were signing, he looked at your face, which looked a little concerned as your eyebrows furrowed. A part of Dean wished he knew what you were saying. He turned back to Tucker and Logan in the kitchen.
“How long do you think it takes to learn ASL?” Dean spoke out of the blue.
“My guess is probably one or two semesters, they have classes on campus for it.” Logan responded before heading upstairs to fix something in the bathroom.
“Do you think it’s too late to register?” Dean frantically pulled out his phone to see if it fit in his schedule.
“I’m sure you can email someone, I don’t think people are fighting over a spot in that class.” Tucker started tasting his broth before adding salt and other spices.
Garrett then walked over with Y/N and cheered, “She’s staying for dinner!”
“I hope she likes chicken and dumplings.”
“What is that?” Garrret asked.
“Its like a creamy chicken soup with bits of dough in it, its my mom’s recipe.”
Sounds delicious.
Tucker looked excited, “I know she just said delicious, and trust it will be!”
Garrett smiled, seeing how much effort he had put into communicating with you, unlike Dean, who still looked confused.
“Yo G!” Logan had come back downstairs. “Dean was interested in taking some ASL classes. Do you know of any?”
“Oh? Already trying to make up embarrassing me in front of my sister?” Garrett patted Dean’s shoulder.
“I just thought it’d be cool since I’m taking less credits this semester.”
“Well, congrats Dean, you just won yourself a ticket to be my sister’s personal body guard. She’s taking an ASL course, you can join her class.”
Garrett, are you out of your mind? He’s going to bother me all semester. I’ve only met him for a few minutes, and he’s already on my nerves.
Garrett signed back, so Dean or the other guys wouldn't hear his response. I don’t want you wandering campus alone, plus Dean is intimidating enough that no one will bother you.
What if the person bothering me is going to be around me almost every day? You signed at Garrett and rolled your eyes.
Just stick it out for two weeks. If he’s really bothering you, I’ll tell him to fuck off, and I’ll drive you to school.
You sighed, agreeing to Garrett's pleas and putting on a fake smile, excited that Dean would be joining your ASL class.
Tucker looked up at both of you before serving dinner. “You guys good?”
“Yeah, she’s totally excited to show Dean the wonders of ASL,” Garrett smiled.
You fake-smiled with two thumbs up, looking at Dean. Everyone eventually transitioned to the dining room table to enjoy the chicken and dumplings Tucker made. Despite never having it before, you found it delicious. When Tucker asked how it was, you said it was good, and then Tucker started to dance with excitement at your compliment.
You had wished you could just enjoy your food and your brother's company, but unfortunately, there was a certain blonde who wouldn’t stop bothering you.
“So, Y/N, what’s your major?”
Graphic Design
“What’s your favorite color?”
Purple
“What’s your favorite food?”
Mac and Cheese
“What’s your favorite animal?”
Whale shark
“What do you do in your free time?”
Draw or paint.
Dean looked up at Garrett in anticipation. “I got none of that. What did she say G?”
“She said she's a graphic design major, purple, mac and cheese, whale shark, and draw or paint. If you’re going to ask her all these things, you'd better pay attention in your ASL class.”
You looked down at your soup, hoping the blonde would give up on trying to talk to you, but he kept trying to get you to speak. You got up abruptly to refill a bowl of soup, and, like a puppy dog, Dean followed.
“Allow me,” Dean grabbed the ladle. You rolled your eyes. Dean poured you a bowl and noticed it was mostly made of broth. There was barely any chicken, vegetables, or dough in your bowl. Your eyebrows furrowed. Dean noticed your annoyed expression and realized there was nothing in your bowl. He grabbed it out of your hands, dumped the soup, and dug deeper into the pot to get you more solids.
“Thank you.” You quietly replied before scurrying off back to the table. Garrett asked if everything was ok and you nodded, continuing to eat. Dean came back shortly with another bowl, busy eating it this time, figuring you enjoyed some silence. You had finished the last drops of water in your glass before Garrett and Dean awkwardly got up at the same time to grab the pitcher from the fridge to refill it. You can hear them whispering and bickering by the fridge.
“Dude, why are you also grabbing the pitcher?”
“I wanted to refill Y/N’s water.”
“Why are you being so nice all of a sudden to my baby sister? I swear to god if you even try to pull one of your stupid flirty moves, I will personally slam you across the table. I bet it won’t even work on her”
“Watch me.”
Dean came back with the pitcher and accidentally spilled some water on your shirt while trying to refill your cup. You groaned before noticing Dean take off his shirt and wipe the table down with it. Dean looked over, hoping to see you blush at his figure, but was only met with a disgusted look and you turning to say something to Garrett. Dean didn’t even get to the part where he offered you one of his shirts to use in his room before you stormed upstairs towards Garrett's room.
“Nice one Dean. I bet she’s going to toss up her dinner after seeing that one.” Garrett laughed. Now Dean was the embarrassed one. Upstairs in Garrett's room, you grabbed one of his Briar U Hawks shirts and, without thinking, started changing with the door open.
·༻𐫱༺·
Dean went upstairs to toss his shirt in the laundry and get a new one when he froze, noticing you in just a bra, mid-change. Without a word, he saw you rush and slam the door in his face. You were on the verge of feeling overwhelmed, sitting on the floor behind the slammed door. Why wouldn’t stupid Dean leave you alone? Garrett, hearing the slam, nervously rushed upstairs before knocking on the door.
“Y/N? Are you alright?” Garrett sounded worried, so you slowly opened the door, letting Garrett into his room before closing it again.
“What’s going on? Are you okay? I heard the door slam.”
Dean is just too much right now. The questions. Spilling water on me. He also saw me in my bra.
“He did what?!” You grabbed Garrett’s arm before he could think about storming to kill Dean.
It was an accident. It’s mostly my fault for not closing your door while I was changing. I’m sorry.
“Y/N, there is nothing to be sorry about. I know my friends can be a lot but trust me they have good hearts.”
Is it just hard, you know? To keep up with all that energy.
“I know you’re trying your best. I’ll tell Dean to tone it down, especially since it’s going to be harder to draw a conversation out of you.”
Thank you.
Garrett pulled you in for a hug. It was one of the best things about Garrett. He was always understanding, not just about your disability, but also that you tended to be more introverted than he was. Garrett didn’t realize how extraverted all his friends were, and Dean was the king of it. He regretted suggesting that you put Dean in your ASL courses and probably should’ve tried to convince Logan or Tucker instead. Garrett then decided to take you home since it was getting dark out. You said your goodbyes to Logan and Tucker, and you assumed Dean stayed in his room after your interaction. Garrett dropped you off at your dorm before heading back to his house. Dean was still nowhere to be found before Garrett knocked on his door.
“Yo Dean! My sister left, can I talk to you?”
Dean, now freshly showered in clean clothes, slowly opened his door.
“For the record, G, it was a complete accident.”
“I know, she told me. But don’t get too comfortable now, cause that’s the last time you’re ever seeing that again. Am I clear?” Garrett
“Crystal.”
“Also, I gotta ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“Look, man, I know you love talking and socializing, but do you mind toning it down a bit around my sister?” Dean looked up, confused
“What do you mean?”
“She’s more of the introverted, artsy type, and we’re all outgoing jocks, you can probably guess how those two things don’t mix well.”
“Well how do you tone it down? I’ve never seen you more gentle with someone than her.”
“The first thing I do is listen. I let her do the talking so I can figure out how much she wants to socialize. Sometimes she ices me out, and I leave her alone.”
“But how do people just operate like that? I feel like I can’t go a few minutes without needing to speak to someone.”
“Believe it or not, Dean, people’s brains have different levels of social battery. I think yours never runs out. Just try to not pry or force conversation out of her, you have all semester to talk to her.”
Garrett patted him on the back before going to bed. That was the one problem with Dean. He wanted to talk to you all semester, get to know everything about you. He was fascinated by you. Besides ignoring every attempt at flirting, he couldn’t believe you weren’t attracted to him. Every girl on campus wanted him, so why didn’t you?
·༻𐫱༺·
You returned to your dorm, and thankfully, the disability services gave you a single with your own bathroom. You set your backpack down from class before hopping into a quick shower. To take your mind off things, you decided to draw a little. You keep a small sketchbook of all your favorite foods you’ve eaten. Whether it was restaurants, home-cooked meals, or fun things you’d bake, you added them to it. You took out your phone and sketched the photo of Tucker’s chicken and dumplings. Despite trying to reminisce about how good the dinner was, you kept thinking about Dean. His stupid blue eyes were on you when you were disappointed with your soup. Without even saying anything, he knew exactly what you wanted. You thought Garrett could only do that. How could a random guy I just met know what was wrong even though I didn’t say anything? You figured it was just a coincidence and continued sketching.
You realized it was getting late and also remembered that your ASL class was tomorrow with the loud blonde. You sighed, finishing up your sketch and finishing your nighttime routine before setting your alarm and going to bed. Tomorrow’s definitely going to be a disaster.
You walked into your ASL class expecting Dean to skip or back out. But surprisingly, he was there early, reading an ASL textbook. Unfortunately, he noticed you, waved, and called your name, excited to see you. You had been avoiding the stares from some of your classmates before you sat down next to him. You pulled out your laptop to work on some designs for another class. Shortly after, Dean peeked over your shoulder and couldn’t help but talk to you.
“Woah! That’s so cool what class is that for?”
You opted to use a text box in the corner to type your responses. “It’s for 2D Design, I have to align some shapes.”
“It looks fun”
Then your professor walked in. They spoke while signing. Even though Dean missed the first week, they were going over the alphabet and the history of ASL. Dean surprisingly took out his own laptop, writing notes and pulling up visuals of hand signs. You, still focused on your design, weren’t paying attention. You already knew ASL, but the course was mandatory for students who utilize it daily or student interpreters.
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be paying attention?”
“I already know ASL, if you didn’t know.”
“Some of this stuff is interesting you know, like how it can have different variations.”
“It is a language you know, not everyone has a thick New York accent.”
“Hey! I’m from Connecticut. Not everyone can be from Boston.” Dean fired back, placing heavy emphasis on saying "Boston" in an exaggerated Bostonian accent. You rolled your eyes as you finished up on your designs, which you planned to print later. You still had about 45 minutes of class left and opted to pull out your food sketchbook. You turned to the chicken-and-dumpling drawing to finish coloring it in and add some shading. Dean naturally couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“Woah, is that Tucker’s dinner from last night?”
You nodded.
“How do you get the soup to look like that cream color?”
You sighed, and then Dean caught himself for thinking what Garrett said. He realized he was probably talking too much and let you continue drawing in peace. Eventually, class ended, and you had finished the final picture. Dean, not wanting to bother you, started packing his bag and heading out. You tugged at his shirt, and he looked down at you. You showed him the final picture, and he looked at you in awe.
“Y/N, this looks awesome! Do you mind if I take a photo of it to send to Tucker?” You nodded as he quickly grabbed his phone to snap a photo. He smiled at you before you both walked out of the classroom. The moment you stepped out, a group of girls walked over to Dean to talk to him. They didn’t even notice you, and one girl shoved past you, causing you to trip and drop your sketchbook. Some pages were falling out and getting trampled. You had tried to call out to Dean, but you couldn’t really scream or even say the word “Dean” yet. You then opted to wave your hands in the air to where Dean saw your eyeline. Knowing Dean only knew the alphabet, you spelled it out simply.
DEAN HELP
Dean squinted, trying to read the words you were spelling out, before he realized you were signing “help”. He excused all the girls out of the way to find you on the ground, trying to pick up your trampled sketches.
“Everyone back up! You’re stepping on her things!” Dean shouted. Before all the girls cleared out to let Dean help you, they made comments about who this nobody is or why Dean is helping you. You ignored it and focused on making sure your sketches are ok. You realized the page you just finished had gotten crinkled, and there was mud and dirt all over it. You looked at it in disappointment and felt like crying. Dean saw your disappointed face and turned to face you.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok, I took a photo of it, I can text it to you!” Dean handed you his phone. You typed in your number, and he made your contact name “Baby Graham”. He texted it to you, and you thanked him, changing his contact name to “Loud Blonde.” He apologized to the group of girls, saying it won't happen again. Maybe Dean wasn’t the most annoying for now. He escorted you outside the building, where Garrett was waiting. Dean had to head to another class, and he said his goodbyes.
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“So, how was he?”
He was ok, still talked a little too much, but he left me alone when I was drawing.
“That’s good, I told you he could tone it down.”
Can I ask you something, Garrett?
“Of course.”
Is Dean popular with girls?
Garrett reached behind his neck. “Unfortunately, the whole hockey team is flooded by girls. But Dean gets around, if you get what I mean. Why did something happen?”
Some girls just trampled us after class, and some stepped on some art I just finished.
“You better believe I will be having another talk with him.”
It's ok, Garrett. He helped me and told them to go away. He said it won’t happen again.
“So, it wasn’t the end of the world having him around?”
I’d say he was tolerable. I still don’t hate him.
“I’ll take it as a win. If he continues to bother you, you let me know ok?”
You nodded as you headed to Garrett’s car. Garrett dropped you off at your dorm before heading back to his house. You worked on some homework for your typography class. A text from Dean pulled you out of your zone for a second.
Loud Blonde: Hey, I just wanted to apologize again for earlier. The boys want to frame your drawing in the house lol.
Baby Graham: It’s ok, I still have plenty of sketches in my book.
You thought about how difficult it is not knowing how to say Dean’s name, and about how he’s going to be around you all semester. You probably should at least know how to say it in case something happens again. You call Garrett to ask for help and whip out a notebook to take phonetic notes.
“What’s up, sis?”
You texted him, “Can you teach me how to say Dean?”
“Oh, sure. You’d take the de- from door. And you remember what you’d say when I’d take away your Barbies?”
“Mean.”
“Yeah, so the end -ean part and you put those two together.”
“Doorean.”
“Oh, just the D part, -duh”
“Duh-ean”
“Better, but it’s one syllable. I texted how it's pronounced phonetically to you.”
“Deen?”
“Yup, you got it. Just keep practicing it. Is there anything else you need from me?”
“Nope.”
“Alright, goodnight sis, don’t stay up too late!”
·༻𐫱༺·
You kept practicing by saying it to yourself and looking up videos on how people pronounce it. After a few tries, you got it mostly down. You finished up the rest of your work before heading to bed. You woke up, packed your bags, and headed to the campus cafe before your classes. You got a quick coffee before putting your headphones in, listening to music, and walking to your class. As you're looking at your phone, you hear someone calling your name over your music. You paused it and turned to see Garrett’s curly-haired friend.
“Hey! Y/N!”
“Oh, hi.”
“My name's Tucker, in case you forgot. Are you also heading to a pre-calculus class?”
You nodded.
“Nice, I’m also in that class. Sorry if you’re confused, but I’m also a Freshman here at Briar. I just got an off-campus living exemption for being on the hockey team. Do you want to head to class together?”
You agreed as you both quietly strolled to class. You also gave Tucker your number so you could easily communicate with him. He wasn’t as loud as Dean and enjoyed being in the moment, enjoying the weather. It was nice. You both sat together as you brought out your tablet for notes, while Tucker was busy on his laptop watching some hockey highlights. You texted him, nosy about what he was doing.
Y/N Graham: Why are you watching Harvard’s hockey highlights?
Tucker: We have a game this weekend, Gar is drilling all the freshman on studying how they play. He really wants us to win.
Y/N Graham: Sounds like my brother alright.
Tucker: There’s a lot of extra pressure since they’re our rivals. The whole team is kind of on edge.
Y/N Graham: If my brother gives you guys a hard time, you let me know. I’ll knock some sense into him.
Tucker laughed as you both went back to each other’s work. You took notes and practice problems, while Tucker wrote down formations and potential strategies. You compared this experience to Dean. It was calm, no forced conversation, just both of you in your own worlds. Even though you appreciated how much quieter Tucker was, a small part of you wished someone would text or tap your shoulder every 10 minutes. Time had passed so quickly that the lecture was over, and both of you stepped out to see Garrett, Hannah, Logan, and Dean waiting for Tucker.
“There he is. Did you see the new videos I sent you?” Garrett motioned to Tucker.
“Yeah, I also tried to come up with some ideas to try on the ice.”
Garrett then turned to you. “I hope he didn’t distract you in class.”
Nope. Unlike him, I actually took notes on our pre-calculus lecture.
Garrett turned back to Tucker. “So, what do you know about the unit circle?"
Tucker looked dumbfounded. Ashamed about being caught for not paying attention in class, Tucker kindly asked if he could have your notes. You smiled, motioning that you’d text it to him. You then saw Hannah pop up behind Garrett. She signed
Hello, my name is Hannah. I’m Garrett’s girlfriend.
I know, he really likes you.
Hannah smiled at your response. You appreciated that at least his girlfriend is trying better than Dean did. Speak of the devil, the annoying blonde couldn't help but chirp up at you. He looked excited to show you something.
Hello, Y/N.
Hello, Dean.
How was class?
Good.
“Did you see that? Was that good?” Dean looked down at you in anticipation. You nodded, and Dean excitedly cheered.
“He practiced that conversation a hundred times with Garrett. Your name alone took thirty minutes.” Logan jumped in, putting his arm around Dean.
You were impressed. Maybe the blonde wasn’t as dumb as you thought.
“Yo, are we all heading back to the house? Y/N, you’re always invited.” Tucker motioned.
Garrett quickly looked, counting that not everyone could fit in his car.
“Logan, Dean, did either of you bring your car?”
Dean pulled his keys from his pocket, jingling them. “Who’s riding with me?”
Logan and Tucker were fighting, playing rock, paper, scissors to see who’d get to ride in Dean’s car. Unfortunately, Tucker lost. You all started to walk towards the parking lot when you opened the car door to a strong smell of stinky hockey gear and saw one of the seats down to fit Garrett’s hockey sticks.
“Oh shoot, I forgot I had my gear in here.” Garrett put his hand on his forehead.
Logan was about to offer you his seat when you stopped him, insisting he could go. Garrett translated that you mentioned that Logan fought for that seat fair and square and you’d go with Dean. Before you went with them, Garrett pulled Dean aside.
“If anything happens to my baby sister, you are dead, Di Laurentis.”
Dean assured Garrett nothing would happen before walking off to Dean’s car. It was a silver BMW sports car. You could tell it was expensive. Tucker, being the gentleman, let you sit in the passenger seat while he sat in the back. Thankfully, his car just smelled like musk and whatever cologne Dean wears. He had leather seats and fancy buttons all over the car.
“Better than Garrett’s car right?” Dean smirked.
“No.”
“C’mon, his smelly Jeep is not better than mine.” Dean pouted.
You huffed and looked away from him.
“I’ll prove it to you.”
Dean turned his car on, and it let out a roar. That didn’t really impress you, but his phone automatically connected and started to play “Party Monster” by The Weeknd. You turned your head to stare at it.
“Oh? You like The Weeknd? He’s one of my favorite artists.”
You nodded when you saw that Dean’s backup camera was extra special, with overhead, rear, and side views. You noticed the lights in his car bounced to the beats of the song, and there was basically a huge tablet as his control panel. During the quick 10-minute drive, you took the time to watch Dean as a driver. He was smooth, driving with one hand, and was very fluid. You had never seen him so focused. He drove surprisingly safely. You were sure he would speed or try to race Garrett home. But it was anticlimactic to say the least. You all made it to the house before getting out of his car, thanking him for driving. Tucker opened the house door for you and let you in first.
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You walked in to see Hannah sprawled out with her legs on Garrett as he had now transitioned to putting the hockey highlights on their TV. Tucker and Dean groaned at the sight of it.
“G, seriously, we’ve been at this all day let’s take a break.” Logan pinched the bridge of his nose.
“If we want to beat this guys, we have to study their new freshman, too.” Garrett showed a 20+ video playlist of highlights from all the players. You all looked in horror. You tapped Garrett on the shoulder.
Give them a break, you guys will be fine. Don’t get all stressed because Dad’s coming.
Dean noticed parts of what you said. Specifically, you mentioned that Garrett’s dad will be coming. It made him understand why Garrett was so intense about this game.
“Fine, everyone do their homework. But after dinner we’re watching this!”
The group sighed in relief before they all split off. Before Garrett went into his room with Hannah, you had asked him if he had any scissors at the house because you needed them for a project.
“Yo, do any of you guys have scissors?”
“I have some kitchen scissors if that works?” Tucker asked. You shook your head, not wanting food or to ruin his blades with your materials.
“I have a pair in my room, you can come with me.” Dean noted. You reluctantly followed him to his room. Unlike Garrett, he was a little messier. The bed wasn’t made, a basket full of laundry was on the floor, and his desk was covered in books. Even though it was messy, it smelled nice like cedarwood and pepper. You noticed an “ASL For Beginners” Book on there and smiled. Dean rummaged through his desk, found it, and handed it to you. You thanked him before heading downstairs. Dean, being curious, followed you down and watched your every step. Seeing you pull out the designs you worked on the other day, along with some other construction paper. He asked you about each step in the process, but you reluctantly replied in basic ASL or via text.
It was strange that everything you told Dean fascinated him. It was like you were from another world and he was just born yesterday. You never thought you’d be sitting at the kitchen counter teaching a 6-foot-2 blonde how negative space works. He’d look at you with those innocent blue eyes, eager to find out what you’d say next. You noticed he would hold back more than the first time you met him, offering to help or bringing down his own work to leave you alone to do your project. He’d occasionally chime in to ask if you wanted a glass of water, snacks, or something to complement your progress. Unlike Tucker, it was nice to have someone who constantly cheered you on and checked in on you. Even though you were listening to your music, Dean would always find some way to get your attention. At one point, he found himself cutting out shapes for you. He’d ask you if it was right before handing it to you, looking in anticipation each time.
·༻𐫱༺·
Garrett walked down with Hannah, commenting on the sight.
“Interesting, I’ve never seen Dean be so gentle with…construction paper?” Hannah turned to Garrett for a reaction. Garrett had a confused and angry look.
“What is he doing?”
“Aw c’mon Gar, they look cute.”
“Don’t you dare, if Dean makes a move-”
“Relax, he’s just helping her. I’m sure it's harmless. I mean you know Dean, he’s definitely busy with a bunch of puck bunnies. Plus, if she was annoyed I’m sure she’d text you to rescue her.”
Garrett and Hannah joined Tucker and Logan on the couch, who were fighting over a video game. It was strange to see Dean get along with you, let alone with a few words. Usually, when a girl came over, Dean would be all over her, or you could hear loud laughter from upstairs. It was eerily quiet to see both of you quietly working without much noise. Logan turned to notice Garrett had come back downstairs.
“Hey G? When are we heading to Malone’s? The team’s asking for an informal meeting.”
“We’ll go in a few, depends on if Dean’s done playing arts and crafts.”
Dean’s head perked up. “Hey! I’m learning the importance of color theory!”
You smiled at his comment and turned your head to look at Garrett, worried.
What’s wrong, Garrett?
Nothing. Is Dean bothering you?
No, he’s helping me. I’ll be done in 10 minutes.
“Do you want to join us at Malone’s? You can meet the rest of the team.” Dean interjected.
You were scared Dean understood your and Garrett’s conversation and nodded.
“Great! I can’t wait to watch you draw a Malone’s burger.”
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You and the group piled into the same groups, and you all pulled up to Malone’s. The group walked in as a giant roar of cheers came from a group of men that you assumed was the hockey team. Dean floated over and looked like he was his usual loud self. You, wanting to avoid dealing with a bunch of hockey jocks, drifted over to the bar and sat on a stool. You pulled out your sketchbook, intrigued by the food and atmosphere.
“Hey! You’re Garrett’s sister right?” A girl with brown wavy hair asked you.
You nodded, “Yeah, Y/N.”
“It’s nice to meet you Y/N! I’m Allie, Hannah’s roommate, can I get you anything?”
You pointed at a glass of water. Allie nodded as she poured you one. You then noticed a flood of girls come in. They squealed, pointed at the hockey team, and immediately went over to flirt with them. You saw various girls fawn all over Dean. Garrett wasn’t kidding. Girls love the hockey boys. You watched as Dean smiled, wrapping his arms around them. For some reason, you felt a twang against your heart. Watching Dean flirt and banter so easily. You wish you could match his energy as those girls did. From far away, it looked like they were a well-oiled machine, never losing steam every chance they opened their stupid mouths. Shit. Why did you care? He’s your brother’s best friend. He probably would want someone who could talk back anyway.
You had always found it hard to date, which was why you never did. You believed no one could ever be understanding enough to learn ASL for you or be patient when you’d type out a response. The only person who would do that is. You thought Dean would be a refreshing change of heart, but he seemed to prefer the company of those girls anyway. As long as they were around, you were invisible, just like the other day after class.
“Y/N? Are you alright?” Allie perked behind you. You swiveled in your bar stool to face her. You tipped your head towards the crowd.
“Ah, the puck bunnies? They’re a bunch of girls who are obsessed with hockey and hockey players. Don’t worry about Garrett though, he’s very loyal to Hannah.”
If only that’s what you were worried about. Whatever, at least Dean won’t be bothering you tonight. You sipped on your water as you sketched out the interior of Malone’s. A few minutes later, you felt a small tap on your shoulder. You anticipated Dean, but were surprised to see Logan.
“Hey, how are you holding up? G sent me over to check on you.”
You gave him a thumbs up.
“You want something? I promise I won’t tell G.”
“No thank you.” You quickly replied before focusing on your drawing.
“That looks sick, G always mentioned you were a talented artist. I’ll see you around.”
Allie served Logan a beer before nodding to you and heading back to the crowd. You then watched Logan report to Garrett as he smiled and texted you.
Garrett: If you ever want to leave, just text me, and we’ll go.
You gave him a smile before focusing back on your sketch, starting to outline it in pen.
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You then heard a larger crowd enter. You assumed there were more students before you heard whispers and rustling. It was a group of guys who looked similar in build to the hockey team. You figured they were on the football or lacrosse team. You felt their presence come up behind you.
“Who’s this pretty girl?” A guy started.
Another yanked your sketchbook out of your hands and dangled it in the air. “Look, she’s a little Picasso with all these drawings. Why don’t you focus on me instead?”
You were completely flustered. You weren’t sure whether you should punch one of them or scream loud enough to break their eardrums.
“Hey, you’re Garrett Graham’s sister, right? The one who can’t talk? I’ve always wanted to date a girl who can’t talk back.” Another guy leaned, laughing very close to your face. You had had enough and threw your glass of water at his face.
“Asshole.” You slapped him in the face.
The whole room then focused its attention on the scene you just caused.
“Why, you little bitch, I’ll teach you to shut up for good.” One started to charge at you before you felt a large set of arms pull you behind him. You, thinking it was Garrett, instinctively hugged the back of him, bracing for what would happen.
“You bastards need to leave her alone. Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Dean threatened. Wait a minute. Dean? Shit. You were holding onto Dean for dear life. Dean could sense your arms shaking.
“She slapped me and threw the water at me first! We were just messing with her.”
“You think it’s funny to mess with someone who can’t easily speak up for herself? Imagine if someone was beating you down and you couldn’t scream for help, then what?”
“C’mon Di Laurentis, she’s just a quiet, weird, art nerd, is she really worth your time?” That comment made your eyes burn. Sure, you were more of the artsy type, but the dumb lacrosse meathead was right. Why is Dean wasting his time on you?
“She is. She is a million times kinder, gentler, and better yet, quieter than your annoying loud mouth.” You peeled yourself off Dean before tugging on his shirt to have him look down at you. He flashed you a bright smile before turning back to the other loudmouth.
“So either get the fuck out of Malone’s or I’ll make you.” Dean got closer to the guy’s face. He huffed and gestured for the rest of the team to leave, cursing Dean as he went. Dean turned back to you and crouched down to your level.
“Are you ok? Did he touch you or anything?”
“No.”
“Good.” Dean brought you in for a brief hug.
A girl floated by to gush over Dean. She put a hand on his shoulder and brushed his bicep and explained how manly and sexy it was to see him go to bat to defend someone. You meekly turned your head away, jumping back to reality. Dean probably only sees you as your brother’s sister. Swooping in to protect you because he promised Garrett he would. Not because he had any feelings for you. Why in the world would Dean Di Laurentiis even go out with someone like you? You’re complete opposites.
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Garrett quickly got up to check on you. You assured him you were okay, and he insisted on taking you home. Hannah insisted she’d just get a ride from Logan or Dean, so you and Garrett left to drop her off at her dorm. Shortly after you got back, you decompressed what just happened. Slightly overwhelmed, you began to cry, upset at yourself for putting yourself in that dangerous situation. You were also angry at Dean for coming in to help you when you wished it were Garrett. It would help your head stop spiraling as you replay what Dean said about you. You heard a knock on your door. It was probably the RA coming to do room checks, but you opened the door to see Dean.
“Hey, you left your sketchbook at Malone’s, I thought you’d want it back.”
“Thanks, Duh-ean”
“Duh-ean, I like it,” Dean laughed to himself.
You wanted to slap yourself for saying that in front of him.
“It’s ok, don’t be so hard on yourself about it.” Dean noticed your puffy eyes and red nose.
“Have you been crying?” Dean asked.
You were quiet.
“Do you mind if I come in? You could use a friend if you want to talk about it.” You debated the idea before looking up at his eyes. They had genuine concern. Not wanting him to report back to Garrett and have Garrett pester you all night, you let him in.
You both sat on your floor against the wall next to your shoe rack.
“So, what’s going on?”
I’m overwhelmed
“I know.” Dean put his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.
“I’m sorry I jumped in like that, I know you can handle yourself. Nice move with the water though.”
“Thanks.” You giggled.
“I was worried about you. Trust me they won’t be bothering you anymore.”
You smiled.
“I went through your sketches. You really are talented.” Dean turned to a page, and it was a sketch of a purple orchid.
"This one is my favorite." Dean noted.
“Mom.”
“Mom? Is this your mother’s favorite flower?”
“Yeah. Orchids.”
“It’s beautiful.”
You both had a moment looking at it. Dean could notice every small stroke you made and the little details in each petal. After seeing your sketch, Dean was at a loss for words for the first time. You hadn’t seen this sketch in a while. It was one of the things you drew when you missed your mom. A tear lightly rolled down your cheek. Dean noticed, cupped your cheek, and wiped it away with his thumb. You looked beautiful, your skin glowing from the galaxy projector you turned on at night. Dean lightly pulled away and apologized.
“Sorry, I know you’ve had a rough night. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Dean removed his arm from you. You two just sat in silence. Dean wanted to say something so badly to break the silence, but held back, not trying to ruin the moment. You were so different than the girls Dean would usually go for. They'd always want to talk or gush about him, it was refreshing to just sit in silence and enjoy each other's presence. You slowly reached out to hold Dean’s hand.
“Thanks, Dean.” You spoke.
Dean turned to you. “Hey, you got it right this time, good job, Y/N.” Dean reached to pat your head. “And don’t mention it. You Graham’s can easily hold your own.” Dean continued to stroke your hair.
A few minutes had passed, and Dean was about to say something before he heard light snoring against his shoulder. You had passed out from dozing off at your projector, with Dean's warmth next to you. Dean smiled as he gently lifted you off of him and carried you bridal style towards your bed. You were half asleep as he placed you down. He brushed hair out of your face before Dean tucked you in. He had turned to leave when you grabbed his arm. You gestured to him to come closer to you. He bent down to meet you at eye level. You kissed him on the forehead.
“Sweet. Dean. Thank you.”
You couldn’t see it, but Dean felt a light blush rush to his ears. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, patting against the floor.
Dean smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N.”
Dean left quietly, closing the door behind you, this was the first time Dean didn’t want to leave a girl’s room. But you’re Garrett’s sister. What’s he thinking?
Dean got back to the house to find Garrett waiting for him, anticipating his sister.
“How is she? Is she alright?”
“She’s fine Gar, she’s strong-willed, just like her big brother.” Dean patted his side as they both went up to their rooms.
Dean didn’t even notice his phone had blown up from a bunch of puck bunnies, the team, and the roommates texting him. When he was with you, he was in another world, ignoring all the noise from the outside. Dean ignored the text from Puck Bunnies and was torn about whether to admit he had feelings for you. For one, Garrett would murder him, and for two, he didn’t want to hurt you. He hated seeing you sad. The night you met, he felt it. He didn’t know that one simple look could give his heart a small poke. Seeing you with those puffy eyes made him only want to beat up the entire lacrosse team. As Dean lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, he pondered what in the world he should do.
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By the end of the week, it was finally the day of the hockey game. It was a weekend, so you got to sleep in a bit for once. Your mind kept drifting to that night with Dean. Even so, your dreams were flooded with him, always ending with you kissing him, causing you to wake up as if it were a nightmare. But it wasn’t. You were more worried about the idea of Garrett finding out. Fuck, you like Dean Di Laurentis. The game went just as planned. Briar nearly won, 3-2 in overtime. Garrett and Logan scored goals, and you saw Dean body nearly half of Harvard’s bench. As you were walking towards the locker room to congratulate them, right outside the door, you heard some familiar voices.
“Well, aren’t we lucky boys? It's the little water tossing bitch from Malone’s”
“Stop.” You warned.
“Or what? You’re going to throw water at me again? Oh wait, I don't see any.” The cocky lacrosse player laughed.
You backed up towards the wall until you felt a large cup of ice-cold water fall on your head. You screeched out at how cold it was, and now you were drenched in water.
“Wow, for a girl who’s mute, you surely can scream.”
Garrett immediately recognized your scream and ran out, fresh out of a shower. He almost broke the door off with how hard he slammed it open. Naturally, his teammates, including Dean, ran out to see you, crying and drenched in water.
“You motherfuckers.” Garrett noted before punching one of the guys on the lacrosse team. All the other teammates jumped in to punch some other guys before the staff and coaches broke them up. Garrett and Dean got pretty beaten up. Hannah pulled Garrett off and walked him towards the medical area. You helped Dean up and noticed him wincing against his chest and arms. Dean thanked you as he looked up at you.
“You’re wet, we should get you to the medical team, they can warm you up.”
“Dean.”
“What?”
“Chest. Arm. Pain?”
“I’m f-fine, I promise.”
“Liar.”
“Fine, I’ll go if you go.”
You agreed, holding onto him as he hobbled towards one of the medical rooms they typically use for PT. They gave you a towel and blankets as they propped Dean up on the examiner’s table. The athletic trainer motioned for Dean to take off his shirt, and he obliged, catching you off guard as you looked away, lightly blushing. You could see the various black-and-blue bruises on Dean’s body out of the corner of your eye. You knew what he did was taxing on his body, but seeing it only made you feel pain. Dean hissed as the trainer stretched him out and asked if various places hurt.
“Good work, Di Laurentis, you didn’t fracture anything. Just ice your face tonight. Your girlfriend can help you hold it up for you.”
You waved your arms, trying to deny it.
Dean laughed and thanked him as the trainer left the two of you alone. Dean tried to get up and winced before you walked up to help him. You were still a little cold, so you clung to Dean’s warmth.
“Warm.”
“Gee thanks, for a second there I thought you were trying to help me.”
You hit him on the arm, causing him to drop his ice pack. You picked it up and handed it back to him. A little hurt, he pouted.
“Wow, my ‘girlfriend’ is already trying to kill me.”
You wanted to punch him again, but he’s lucky he’s beaten up and needs your help. Garrett and Hannah catch up with both of you walking in the hallway. Garrett runs up to you.
“Y/N! My sweet baby sister, are you alright, they didn’t hit you did they?”
“No, only water.”
Garrett gave out a relieved sigh, mentioning that he and Hannah are heading out soon. Dean offered to drive you home, and Garrett didn’t argue. He trusted Dean. Plus, it looked like he needed someone to help him to his car. You helped Dean into the locker room, helping him pack his hockey bag as he lugged it over his shoulder. You were still on his other side, helping him walk. Even though he was limping, he reached to open the passenger side door for you. He slowly but surely got into the driver’s side, still wincing at his pain.
Are you sure you’re ok to drive?
“Yes, I don’t want my ‘girlfriend’ to worry.” You were shocked at how much ASL Dean could comprehend in a week.
Why do you keep saying that?
“I like it because I think it suits you.”
You went quiet, staring at him.
“U-Unless you don’t like it, I’ll stop saying it. You know what? Just forget about that whole thing together. It was a really funny joke? Haha?”
You kept staring at the bumbling idiot.
“You don’t like it. Or do you like it? Just give me a sign Y/N!” Dean put his face into the wheel, causing the car to let out a small beep.
“I like you, Dean.”
Dean pulled his head up and pulled you in for a hug.
“Are you sure? Did I say it too soon? I wasn’t sure how you felt.” Dean held the sides of your shoulders. You leaned into him for a gentle kiss.
“I don’t hate you.”
“But…you like me right?”
“Yes, Dean.”
“What about Garrett?”
How about we just keep this our secret, for now? You winked.
“Now we need our own secret language to flirt around Garrett, is there a Pig Latin version of ASL?”
You laughed as you both drove off to the house, then arrived and helped Dean up the stairs. You gave him one more kiss before going inside.
“Boyfriend.” You spoke.
“Girlfriend.” Dean replied, smiling brighter than he had ever before. He’d been waiting for you to say those words and can’t wait to hear them again.
A/N: This fic was so fun to write! I hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry that this one took a little longer, I just kept adding and adding more to it! Next fic will also be about Dean so stay tuned!
Edit: Due to popular demand, I will be adding a part 2 so lookout for it!!
Pairings: Garrett Graham x ChildhoodBestFriend!Y/N, mentions of Dean x Y/N and Kendall x Garrett
Genre: fluff, a touch of angst, and smut ;), Best Friends to Lovers!
Warnings: adult themes, sexual content, mentions of parental death, daddy issues, partying, and alcohol.
Words: 6.1k
Summary: You're visiting Garrett at school for the first time. But both you and Garrett don't realize that what you needed is right in front of you. When Garrett re-evaulates what he wants in a partner, the answer slaps him in the face.
Garrett Graham has been your best friend since boarding school. You remembered the day he came. All of the boys in your grade would fawn over his dad or talk to him about hockey. He didn’t have many friends, mainly because he was transfer and tended to be more closed off. One day in the cafeteria, you decided to approach him.
“Hi I’m Y/N! What’s your name?”
Garrett looked up to see a girl with big, round glasses, a perfectly ironed school uniform, and a smile with pink braces. She continued to sit down despite Garrett trying to give her a hint to leave him alone at his table.
“My name’s Garrett.” he spoke in a monotone voice, while poking at some broccoli on his plate.
“You’re in my world history class, you’re pretty smart.” You continued to smile.
“History’s cool, I guess.”
“Where are you from? I’m from New York.”
Garrett looked up at you. He was worried you’d talk about his dad.
“I’m from Boston. So, do you know who my dad is?”
“Nope.”
“Phil Graham?”
“The only Graham I know are graham crackers.”
Garrett laughed, “My dad was really great at hockey, played in New York.”
“My family is more into baseball, but we’re split between Yankees and Mets fans. Does your mom do anything cool for work?”
Garrett's face immediately went blank again. He was about to well up some tears, but held them in, not wanting to cry in front of the girl.
“Oh, no, she died. Lung cancer.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m sure she was a great mom. My mom passed away when I was a baby.”
Garrett then met his eyes with yours. He had finally met someone he could relate to, and not be flooded with Phil Graham fanboys. It made him realize that he could finally talk to someone about it without people listening or commenting out of pity.
“Do you ever miss your mom?” Garrett asked you.
“All the time, when I do well on an exam, when I don’t do well on an exam. But I know she’s always with me. This is from her.” You started fiddling with a silver heart necklace your mom has had since you were born.
Your words somehow reassured Garrett, and for once, Garrett Graham had finally made a friend. You remained friends throughout high school, eventually becoming best friends. You were the one who taught Garrett to drive, almost crashing your car several times. He made it up to you when, on his 16th birthday, he got a brand new Jeep and drove you wherever you wanted. Garrett would show up for your track and debate team competitions, always cheering the loudest in the room. You often went to his hockey games, even though you didn’t understand the sport. You’d scream from the bleachers when Garrett got a puck in the net. You were there the day Garrett signed to play for the Briar U Hawks, as his dad didn’t have time to fly out. You were the closest thing to family for him. Garrett was also on FaceTime as you anxiously opened your Harvard college decision. The speakers in your computer could’ve blown out from Garrett’s cheers when you both saw that you got in. Before graduation, you promised each other you would visit one another, no matter the distance. Luckily, Harvard and Briar U were not so far away.
Freshman year for both of you was hectic. Slammed with school and extracurriculars, you found no time to visit each other. It also didn’t help that the campus didn’t let freshmen keep cars on campus, so you and Garrett had to leave your cars at home. But you made an effort to see each other during breaks or to FaceTime occasionally. You’d also watch Garrett’s games when he’d come play at Harvard, a little biased since you wanted Harvard to win. Garrett would also follow the social media of the clubs you were in, whether it was the debate team, running club, or Women in STEM. He’d always text you a funny zoomed-in photo of your face, commenting how you were so photogenic when you had a clear resting bitch face.
But sophomore year was different. You both had your cars and were nosy about each other’s campuses. After comparing your schedule to Garrett's, you decided to come during Labor Day Weekend. That way, Garrett wasn’t busy with hockey and school and could focus on showing you around Briar. Garrett even kindly offered to let you stay at his house. Despite having three other guys as roommates, it wasn’t as different as boarding school. Garrett said you could take his bed while he slept on the couch.
“Guys, remember, Y/N is coming and staying the weekend. I don’t want you horndogs scaring her.”
“Your childhood friend with the big glasses? Trust me Gar, you got nothing to worry about.” Dean laughed.
“Doesn’t she go to Harvard? Studying biomedical engineering?” Logan shouted from the kitchen, trying to snake the sink drain.
“I’m sure she will be nice, didn’t you say she’s from New York?” Tucker added.
“Yes to all those questions, idiots, don’t be weird around her ok? It’s the first time she’s visiting Briar.”
He heard your car honk outside his house.
“She’s here! Act normal, I’m serious. Also, pretend you don’t know all that information.” Garrett opened the door to meet you at your car.
Dean walked over to the window to peek at Garrett swiftly going down to meet you. Dean sees your hair pop out of the car as you walk around to give Garrett a big hug. You pop your trunk to give him your small pink luggage and backpack for the weekend. Garrett grabs both and escorts you up to the house.
“Holy shit,” Dean remarks.
“What now, Dean?” Logan walks over, curious.
“She’s hot.”
Tucker got up to also take a peek through the window. Garrett had only shown them photos of you from high school. You looked like a typical nerd. Big glasses, oversized clothes, braces, you even kept your hair in a long braid. But instead, they saw a girl in leggings and a sports bra with an athletic build. No glasses, no braces, and your hair was down at a medium to short length, blown out in small curls. But one thing was still the same: you loved pink.
As Garrett and you got closer to the door, the roommates dispersed, heading back to acting all casual. Garrett puts your things down as he calls out to them.
“Guys, she’s here!”
You smile and give them a wave. “It’s nice to meet you all.”
“These are my roommates, Dean, John Logan, and John Tucker. But we call the Johns by their last name.”
They all said hello, looking semi-stunned as they looked at you.
“Where should I put my stuff?” You inquired.
“You can leave it in my room, it’s upstairs, last one at the end of the hallway.”
“Thanks, do you mind if I shower and change? I didn’t have time after my morning run.”
“Sure, I have my own private bathroom so feel free to use it.”
“Thanks Garrett, you’re the best.”
You grabbed your things and went upstairs to Garrett's room. Funny enough, it looked similar to his room in boarding school. Neat bed, hockey posters, and a photo of him and his mom by his bedside. You noticed it smelled of his clean laundry and expensive cologne, gifts from his dad, no less. Garrett left a towel for you, folded neatly on his bed. You started to unpack your things in a corner, not wanting to disturb his space.
“Dude,” Dean spoke up.
“What?”
“Since when are nerds from Harvard hot?”
“Gross, Dean.”
“You seriously don’t see it? She’s completely different than the photos you sent of her. She doesn’t even have those huge glasses anymore.”
“He’s got a point there G.” Logan chimes in.
Garrett gives a disappointed look to the group, annoyed that they’d talk about you that way when they don’t even know you. Garrett continued to bicker with Dean about you, claiming you were the same person regardless of how much you’ve changed since high school. As if they had summoned you, you came downstairs shortly after your shower in those huge glasses Dean had mentioned.
“Hey, Gar? Do you or any of your roommates have contact solution? I forgot to pack some on my way over.”
“I don’t think so, we can stop by the campus store if you need some.”
“Sure.”
“But…”
“What?” You looked down at your Harvard Engineering school shirt.
“You should probably change your shirt. If we go on campus, people are going to mock you.”
“Fine.”
You went back upstairs to change.
“You were saying?” Garrett looked at Dean.
“I hate to say it but the big glasses only made her look hotter.” Dean smirked.
“You’re ridiculous.” Garrett snarled at Dean.
“Nerds are hot now! What can I say?”
You came back down in a Paramore shirt.
“Ready to go?” Looking at Garrett.
“Yep.” You and Garrett said goodbye to his roommates. You and Garrett walked out to his Jeep.
You inhaled. “God I missed this car.”
Garrett laughed.
“It even smells the same, I see you still use the Black Ice car freshener after I gave it to you once.”
“I like the smell ok? And they’re cheap.”
“I never throught Garrett Graham would appreciate something cheap.”
“Oh shut up.”
You laughed as Garrett drove you to campus. You both walked around enjoying the nice day.
“I can’t believe how much nicer your campus is. Even the buildings look brand new.”
“Well, doesn’t help if your school was built when dinosaurs were around.”
“Hey, there’s some old school charm there. One day there are going to be kids complaining about how old your school looks.”
Garrett laughed as he noticed Kendall in the distance. She waved to Garrett as she approached both of you.
“Hey, Garrett.” She said flirtaciously.
“Hey, Kendall.”
“Who’s this with you?”
“Oh, this is Y/N, she’s my friend from boarding school. She came to visit for the weekend.”
“Hi, I’m Kendall. It’s nice to meet you.” She reached out a hand to you, and you shook it.
She had perfectly blown-out blonde hair and a full face of makeup. She had matching gold hoops and a necklace that said “Kendall” around her neck. She wore a low-cut black top, a denim skirt, and platform wedges. Compared to you in your Paramore shirt, leggings, and giant glasses, she didn’t really see you as much of a threat.
“Will I see you later Gar?” You looked at Garrett with confusion.
“Uh, yeah, I’ll see you later.” Garrett looked a little embarrassed.
“Great!” She kissed him on the cheek before continuing to walk wherever she was going.
Garrett turned his attention back to you, suggesting you two head to the campus store so you could get some contact solution. You agreed while continuing a conversation about the interaction.
“So, is she your girlfriend?”
“Nah, she’s just a girl I’ve been seeing.”
“Also, how is she going to see you later? I thought you said I was taking your room for the night.”
“Oh shoot, I forgot to tell you. Last minute Dean and the boys wanted to host a last minute party. It’s just for close friends though.”
“A party?”
“What? They don’t throw parties at Harvard?” Garrett said with a touch of sarcasm.
“They do asshole, I usually don’t have time to go to them.”
“Well, no better time than the present!”
You and Garrett reached the campus store. You grabbed a small travel-sized contact solution and looked around at shirts you could crop for tonight's party. You found a pink Briar U Hawks shirt that looks decent enough.
“Am I already convincing you to transfer?” Garrett joked.
“Hilarious. I’m only buying this so all your college friends don’t give me death stares for going to Harvard. Plus I need something to wear to the party.”
“You’re wearing that to the party?”
“Relax, Ralph Lauren, I’m going to crop it and style it a bit.”
You both walked to check out, and before you could even grab your wallet, Garrett paid for you. You bickered with him about it on the walk and ride home. Insisting you pay for drinks or dinner to thank him for letting you visit and stay at his house for free. Garrett waved you off, saying it was nothing. He brought up how you’d always give him his cookie at lunch when you were younger, so this was him paying you back.
You both eventually returned to the house to find Logan now underneath the sink, trying to fix it. Tucker was holding some kegs, about to load them into a car to fill them up before the party. He kept yelling at Dean to come help prepare for the party. Dean yelled out that the shower was clogged and Logan needed to come fix it. Garrett went to grab a keg from Tucker to help him bring it out to the front porch. Tucker kept insisting that Dean help out, since Dean had to go with him to get the alcohol. Dean threatened that he’d come down naked and do it, showing up on the banister with nothing but a towel around his waist.
“Dean! Dude, we have guests!” Garrett yelled out behind you.
“Sorry Y/N.” Dean winked at you. You immediately felt a flush on your face, and you were too flabbergasted to do anything.
“Sorry, he’s an animal, if you can’t tell.” Garrett spoke before heading upstairs.
You followed shortly behind, putting a small shield on your eyes, not wanting to see Dean shirtless again. Garrett apologized for Dean again, but you reassured him it was ok. You briefly stepped to the bathroom to put your contacts back in and heard Garrett visibly groan on his bed. You came back out to see Garrett lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“What’s wrong?”
“It was my dad, he called me again. He wants me to meet his new fiance.”
“Still not talking to your dad?”
“Nope.”
“Gar, I know you hate your dad, but at least he’s still trying.”
“It doesn’t matter. All he cares about is hockey.”
“At least your dad makes an effort to call you.”
Garrett perked up his head to look at you and sat up on his bed. You sat down to join him.
“Is your dad seriously still mad you went to Harvard instead of Columbia?”
“Yep, brings it up at every family dinner. Always says it's embarrassing that his one child didn’t choose the school he went to, and is closer to home.”
“Your dad was always doting on you. Wanting to make sure you knew he was there for you.”
“Yeah, I bet moving to another state didn’t help. Every time I visited your dad it always seemed like a business meeting. So serious.”
Garrett laughed at your sentiment.
“Anyways, where are you taking me to dinner? I know you can’t beat the clam chowder in Cambridge.”
“I’m taking you to Malone’s, they have the best burgers and fries in Hastings.”
“You know I’m always down for a good burger.”
“I know, when I visited you in New York City, I’ve never seen you down so many Shake Shack burgers.”
You threw a pillow at his head for teasing you. Garrett laughed as he motioned for both of you to get up so you guys could go. Garrett noted it was cold out now and gave you one of his hoodies. It wasn’t a big deal. You and Garrett shared clothes all the time. You asked him where your Guns N’ Roses shirt went. You let him borrow it once because he got pizza grease and crumbs all over his shirt during movie night. He claims he left it at home, but you know it’s definitely buried somewhere in his dresser and worn out.
You both pulled up to Malone’s as Garrett opened the door for you. It was a cute, small diner, of what you’d expect, nothing too crazy. The waiter came over as Garrett ordered for you. You were flabbergasted that he remembered your order.
“I’ll have a Diet Coke and a double cheeseburger with everything on it and a side of fries. She will have a chocolate milkshake, a double cheeseburger but no pickles or tomatoes, and fries as well.”
You thanked the waiter as you scolded Garrett for ordering for you.
“But was I wrong?”
“No…”
“See, I knew you couldn’t resist a chocolate milkshake cause you like to dip your fries in them. Which, by the way, is still disgusting.”
“Don’t hate on my sweet and savory preferences, I think it’s gross that you eat pickles.”
“I think that's only your problem.”
“I’ve watched you eat a whole jar of pickles and drink the pickle juice.” You visibly gagged.
You enjoyed this time catching up with Garrett. It was like time never passed. You both reminisce about how stupid your bunkmates were in boarding school or about how Garrett almost ran your car into a tree while learning to drive. Eventually, both your burgers came out with your drinks, and they looked and smelled amazing.
“Ladies first,“ Garrett gestured to you, awaiting your reaction.
“Oh my god, it's so good.” Garrett smiled as he began to also dig in and ask the waiter for ketchup.
You dipped your fries into your milkshake, and you gave a satisfied hum to Garrett as you both finished your burgers in 10 minutes flat. You sat back in the booth, holding your belly with your new food baby.
“So, did you like your meal?” Garrett joked.
You laughed, “It was horrible, I’d never come here again.” You sarcastically remarked.
Garrett laughed before trying to fight him across the table to pay for dinner. You even tried to throw cash at him before he gave it all back, insisting it was his treat. You had both gotten back to see Tucker in the kitchen making food, Dean setting up the drinks, and Logan scolding Dean for finding a condom in the bathroom shower.
“Hey guys!” Garrett called out.
“Hey G! Look what I found in the shower.” Logan showed both of you as you visibly made a disgusted face. You excused yourself to get ready for the party, letting the boys deal with whatever was going on.
“How was dinner?” Tucker asked while pouring tomato soup into some cups.
“It was great, she loved Malone’s.”
“Ah, your classic date spot,” Dean added.
“It wasn’t a date! We were just catching up as friends.”
“Word of advice, G, if I knew a chick who’s known me for that long and was smokin’ hot, I wouldn’t let her go.” Dean patted him on the back before grabbing a beer from the fridge.
Garrett rolled his eyes.
“Is Kendall coming tonight?” Logan asked, trying to change the subject.
“Yeah, she actually ran into us on campus.”
“And…she didn’t set Y/N in flames when she saw her?”
“No, she just seemed excited to come tonight.”
Logan looked a little suspicious before dropping the conversation. Garrett went upstairs to check up on you. He knocked before coming in.
“Hey Garrett, look!” You showed Garrett your new cropped, off-the-shoulder top and lightly revealed the white bralette you had underneath. Garrett had to catch himself from taking a peek.
“That looks…nice.” Garrett tried to sound casual.
“Thanks.”
You had walked to the bathroom to curl your hair and do your makeup. Garrett lay on his bed, anticipating the party. You could hear him doing some deep breaths.
“Gar, I can hear you from the bathroom. What’s wrong?”
Garrett hated how well you could read him.
“The party, I guess I’m nervous about why Kendall is excited to see me later.”
“She just wants to talk to you and spend time with you, it's nothing to get worked up about. Do you like her?”
That question panged at Garrett’s heart. He thought about Dean’s comment. Did he actually like you? Or did he only see you as a friend? Would his answer break your heart? But why did he care about whether it would hurt your feelings?
“I…I don’t know.”
“It’s ok not to know Gar, but from what I can see, she really likes you.”
“How do you know that?!” Garrett sat up, staring at you in the bathroom defensively.
“In case you forgot, I’m a girl, girls don’t kiss random dudes on the cheek if they’re not into them.”
“Since when did you become so analytical.”
“I go to Harvard, dumbass.”
Garrett laughed as you finished up in the bathroom, stepping out. You were in your top, a white tennis skirt, and your hair was curled. Something Garrett immediately noticed was how you tended to keep your makeup light. A little mascara, eyeliner, and glittery eyeshadow. You were only wearing clear lip gloss, a little blush, and highlighter. In the back of his confused mind, he thought for a second you would look prettier without it, and he missed your big, round glasses.
“Ready to head downstairs?” You asked.
Garrett nodded as you both walked downstairs. A few people had shown up, including Kendall. You turned and gave Garrett a wink before noticing Kendall staring daggers at you, and then noticing Garrett behind you. You mentioned you were going to get a drink so you could leave him and Kendall alone.
You headed over to the kitchen to grab an alcoholic seltzer from the fridge. Dean then appeared in front of you.
“Y/N, I like the top, feeling like a hawk already?”
“I can definitely see why Garrett likes it here so much. You guys are great friends to him.”
“Well, I definitely can’t beat the girl who’s doing biomedical engineering at Harvard.”
You looked up a Dean, a little confused.
“What, you think Garrett wasn’t going to tell us all about you?”
“I guess that makes sense,” You laughed.
“But…he did leave out how beautiful you are.” Dean began to approach you closer.
You blushed, not used to guys flirting with you outright. Sure, you had been hit on at school, as your major was mainly guys. Your first week alone at school, three guys tried to ask you out. But they were mostly socially awkward, nerdy types, not beefy hot hockey guys. Even the guys on the Harvard hockey team were nothing compared to the guys at Briar.
“Thanks, Dean.” You remarked.
“Do you wanna play a game of pong?”
You nodded as you noticed Kendall and Garrett snuggled up in a corner. She was smiling at something Garrett said before he looked over at you with Dean putting his arm around your waist at the pong table. Garrett didn’t know why, but the sight of that made his jaw clench a little. Kendall reeled him back in, putting a hand on his cheek to bring him in for a kiss. Garrett smiled at her, and she motioned for them to go upstairs. Garrett obliged, following her.
“There go the love birds,” Dean noted.
Across the table, you were playing against Logan and Tucker.
“Maybe he’ll finally have the guts to ask her out, they’ve been sleeping together since last semester,” Logan added before attempting to shoot a ball into a cup, missing by a hair.
Your throat began to hurt. Why didn’t he tell me about her? Are things going to change if he gets a girlfriend? What if he has to stop talking to me? Dean snapped you out of your thoughts, reminding you to shoot your shot. You threw a ball and made it in. Dean excitedly hugged you, jumping up and down. Now, you both have one cup left.
“C’mon, man, she’s cheating,” Tucker whined.
“Maybe next time, partner up with a genius from Harvard,” Dean spat back.
After a failed attempt by Logan and Tucker, it was finally your and Dean’s turn. You then heard a slam upstairs and Kendall rushing down the stairs in tears. She left before saying goodbye to anyone. Garrett slowly came back downstairs, looking slightly disappointed with himself.
“Trouble in paradise?” Dean chirped before making the last cup.
You both cheered into another hug before pulling back for Dean to look at you. You can’t lie, Dean is gorgeous and has those baby blue eyes you wanted to fall into. Dean leaned in to kiss you before you heard the back porch door slam, and Garrett was nowhere to be found. You pushed Dean back, apologizing, then found Garrett outside on the back porch. He was sitting down staring at the bonfire, looking like he had something on his mind.
“I take it something went wrong with Kendall?”
Garrett sighed. “You were right, she likes me.”
“So… what's wrong?”
“She liked me so much she asked me out.”
“I’m not hearing a problem here, Gar.”
“But when she asked me that, I asked her why, and she couldn’t even come up with an answer that wasn’t about my looks.”
“Oh, I’m sorry about that, Garrett.”
“I asked her what's my major? What’s my favorite color? How do I like my coffee? What’s my mom’s name? What’s my favorite band? She couldn’t even answer one of those.”
“You’re a history major. You like the color black. You like iced coffee with a splash of milk. Your mom’s name is Elizabeth. Your favorite band is AC/DC or Guns N’ Roses, you claim you also don’t like One Direction, but I remember catching you singing Kiss You in the shower that one time.”
Garrett was flabbergasted that you knew all those answers. You knew him inside and out like a book. Jealous Garrett couldn’t help but tease you.
“I see Dean’s warmed up to you.”
“Eh, he just wants a hot girl to fuck, definitely not boyfriend material. He wouldn’t even know my favorite color or show if it slapped him in the face.”
“Your favorite color is pink, all shades, and you love Grey’s Anatomy, you basically forced me to watch it every night in high school.”
“See? Why can’t people just read our minds, it would make dating so much easier.”
There was a silence in the conversation. Out on the porch, you can only hear the light cricket noises and the crackling of the bonfire.
“Y/N?”
“Yes, Gar?”
“Have you ever… never mind.”
“Garrett.” You grabbed his hand. “Whatever it is you know you can tell me.”
“That’s the thing, it could ruin us.” Garrett sighed and swallowed the giant pill down his throat.
“Have you ever imagined what it would be like if we dated?”
You perked up at his question, looking at him, but he refused to make eye contact with you. You let go of his hand and moved to sit on his lap, which he didn’t protest. You grabbed the sides of his face, rubbing your thumb across your cheek. You gave him a small, gentle kiss on his lips.
“So how was that?” You looked at him in anticipation.
Garrett looked at you wide-eyed, unsure of what had happened. You laughed while hitting his arm in embarrassment.
“Are you kidding me, Garrett? The one time you don’t say anything.”
Garrett then pulled you in for another kiss, as slow and as gentle as the one before. You felt his warm hands cup the back of your neck.
“I really liked that,” Garrett smiled.
You smiled as you laughed at how awkward the situation was. Tucker innocently walked out to see the both of you canoodled up against each other.
“Yo Logan! You owe me $20!” Tucker called out. Logan came rushing to the back porch.
“Oh c’mon, Y/N, you couldn’t have just ignored G’s charm?”
You both laughed as you joined everyone. Dean approached both of you with Garrett possessively, now having his arm around your shoulder.
“If you ever break up with Gar, give me a call, gorgeous.” Dean smiled at you.
You rolled your eyes as you smiled at Garrett.
“So I take it that you’re not sleeping on the couch tonight?”
“If you learn to not hog the blanket, I guess I could join you.”
“Hey! That was one time!”
“And I was freezing cold.” Garrett pouted.
“You had flannel pants and a shirt on, plus you’re the one who decided to put on The Conjuring.”
“Hey that cinematic universe is a masterpiece.”
Garrett gave you a kiss on the forehead, apologizing that he had made you watch it late at night. You agreed not to steal the blankets as you both moved ot go upstairs into this room. You both showered separately and brushed your teeth. You saw that Garrett instinctively took the left side of the bed. You laughed at him.
“What?”
“It’s scary how well I know you. You take the side of the bed that is farthest from the window because you don’t like being woken up by the sun.”
Garrett stood up from the bed and came over to you. He threw you down on his bed and started to tickle you.
“You like being a smartass, huh?”
“I- ha- go to -ah an Ivy.”
You were fighting, trying to push him off, when he pinned your arms to the side of your head. Garrett’s big frame hovered over you, and you blushed at him staring at you. Garrett leaned in for a kiss, which made both your limbs melt. Garrett pulled you onto his lap, where you straddled him, enveloped in a deep kiss. Your mouths escalated as your tongues were swirling against each other, fighting for dominance. You let out small moans into his mouth, and you can feel Garrett’s bulge growing in his pants.
Garrett tugged at your shirt as you swiftly took it off, revealing your bare chest. Garrett instinctively kissed down to your chest, sucking a deep hickey on it while fondling the other.
“You’re so gorgeous, Y/N.”
You pulled on Garrett’s shirt as he took it off to reveal his perfect abs and wide chest. You gripped onto his shoulders as his arms came to grab your ass. He gave it a smack as you moaned out loud before attempting to cover your mouth.
“So, there are things I don’t know about you.”
You pulled on Garrett's hair, pulling his face back to look at you. He groaned and gave you a satisfied smile.
“You too.” You smirked.
Garrett then lay you down, kissing you until he reached the lower part of your belly. He pulled on your skirt before you nodded letting him proceed. He expected nothing less, you wore pretty light pink lacy underwear that was making him drool.
“Fuck.”
Garrett kissed the sides of your thighs before making his way back up to kiss you. He reached a hand down to your core, rubbing small circles against your clit through the fabric of your panties. A soft moan left your lips as you continued to give Garrett sloppy kisses. He felt your core become slightly wet as he paused, kissing you before taking his middle finger into his mouth.
“Please, Gar.”
Garrett moved his hand back down and his finger made its way inside. You kissed the nape of his neck as another moan escaped your lips.
“Good girl,” Garrett cooed before kissing your temple. Garrett can feel your nails sink into his back. Garrett moved his digits at a slow pace, before picking it up to match the pace of your moans. He briefly pulled his finger out letting a whine out of you, before he quickly moved two fingers inside of your core. You couldn’t think you could get any louder and your eyes started to roll back. Garrett moved at a fast pace, he moved his other hand to grip your face to kiss him. He was growing harder by each wet pump.
“Gar, s-slow, do- ah, down.”
You could feel you losing yourself amongst the immense pleasure. He then moved his thumb to rub against your clit. You hated how good he was at this.
“Ah- don’t, Gar, please!”
Garrett chuckled as he kept moving faster and faster. You soon felt yourself release as you came all over his thick fingers. You also didn’t realize some liquid had begun to come out of you until you saw it squirt out against his fingers. Garrett slowed down the pace before looking at you with a satisfied smile. You looked flushed, embarrassed.
“I-I’m so sorry, I’ve- I’ve never done that before.” You looked away from Garrett. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead.
“Well, I’m happy I could be your first.”
You smiled as Garrett reached into his bed side drawer to pull out a condom. He pulled his pants down to show his throbbing cock, as it shot right up against his belly. “Turn over gorgeous.”
You obeyed, turning over on all fours. He slapped your ass as you let out a moan. He pushed your back down, creating an arch and you moved your arms to lay your face into his pillows. Garrett licking his lips he put his wet tongue against you. Still a little sensitive you tried to move away from him, but he gripped his hands against your thighs. He lapped your wet core before giving you a slap on the other cheek, You moaned deep into his pillows before hearing him rip open a condom. Garrett wrapped it around his cock, you could hear a small hissing noise coming from him.
Garrett then lined himself up on the bed and slowly moved inside you. His cock was so thick you were worried it wouldn’t fit. Once he was all the way in you both let out moans in sync.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Garrett then began to pick up the pace. You couldn’t control yourself, gripping on his sheets moaning louder into his pillows hoping any noise would muffle. Garrett then reached down to form your hair into a pony tail, tugging on it lightly to where your face moved above the pillows.
“I want to hear your pretty moans. I want this whole house to hear you.”
Garrett pulled your hair and motioned you to move up a little, where your back was against his chest. Garrett moved in faster pumps as he began to lay kisses against your shoulder and started to leave a red hickey on your neck.
“You think Dean could fuck you as good as this?” Garrett growled into your ear.
When you didn’t respond as quickly, you were caught up in the immense pleasure. Garrett slapped your ass again.
“Ah- n-no, I only w-want you,” You replied.
“Good, cause you’re mine.” Garrett grabbed your face to turn to kiss him. You grabbed and pulled on his hair. You felt him getting faster and his moans getting louder. You felt Garrett cum inside you, as his pumps slowed down. He let go of you and you collapsed on the bed. Garrett pulled the condom off himself before throwing it out. You, still face down, were still coming off the high of the pleasure. Garrett quickly scooped you up and brought you to the bathroom to pee and cleaned you up. He carried you back and delicately laid you down. He handed you your panties and gave you one of his shirts. You put it on and looked down to see it was your Guns N’ Roses shirt.
“Hey! I thought you said this was at your house!”
“I only said that so you wouldn’t dig through my clothes.”
“Well, I’m never giving this back.”
Garrett smiled before grabbing a drink from his mini fridge. He took out a protein shake while he handed you a lemon lime seltzer.
“I can’t even be surprised by you anymore.” You laughed, noticing Garrett knew you liked to drink seltzer at night before bed. He knelt down to you, kissing your knees.
“Do you need anything else, gorgeous?”
“You know what I could go for right now?”
“McDonald’s. You want a ten piece, fries, and an Oreo McFlurry.”
“...and?”
“With sweet and sour sauce, you’re not a psychopath.”
“...and?”
“An ice cold sprite. Do you know what I want?”
“You want round 2.”
“...and?”
“Then go to McDonalds, where you’ll get a Big Mac, steal my fries and a diet coke with lemon.”
“Well, let’s not waste any time then.”
Garrett tackled you onto his bed for a second round, you never wanted this night to end. Garrett knew you like the back of his hand. Both of you were smitten idiots who never realized the person who knows them like no other was right in front of them.
A/N: Ahh I love this trope! I hope you guys enjoyed reading!
Pairings: John Logan x FigureSkater!Y/N, mentions of Beau x FigureSkater!Y/N
Genre: fluff, angst (buckle up), and smut (finally!). Also hurt/comfort featuring jealous Logan.
Warnings: adult themes, including swearing, alcohol consumption, partying, and sexual content.
Words: 7.4k
Summary: The day of the party has finally arrived. You thought you and Logan were just friends, when a night of fun ends in a spiraling change of events.
Read part 1 and part 2 here!
Last night was a blur. You can’t quite remember if you were hallucinating Logan kissing your forehead last night or not. The clean and comforting smell coming off Logan’s hoodie only made you want to imagine cuddling next to him. Olivia noticed you woke up and asked how your night was. You mentioned it was nothing too crazy, just happy that Logan was able to raise enough money for the Caines. You looked over at your calendar and realized it was Saturday—the day of the party. You figured Logan and the other guys would be out busy today preparing for the party, so that was a plus, knowing you won’t run into Logan or anyone else before the party.
This meant the rink was finally open, without any distractions or flirtatious remarks from Logan. You got dressed and headed over to the rink. While walking through, you see a person with bleached blonde hair and heavy eyeliner. They smiled and greeted you.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you around here before, are you new to Briar?”
“Yeah, I’m on the figure skating team if you can’t tell. I’m Y/N.”
Their eyes widened. “Oh, nice, I’m Jules, you here for just a solo practice?”
“Yep, what are you doing here?”
“Some of my friends from the radio station came out to test the sound system before the hockey season. They had me walk down to the rink to make sure everything sounded good.”
“So no one’s using the rink right now?”
“Not that I know of. Why are you expecting someone?”
“No, no, I prefer to practice without fighting for the ice.”
“Well, enjoy the ice then. If you hear occasional pops or songs, they’re just testing some things out.”
You thanked them as you walked towards the bench to lace up your skates and take off your skate guards. While warming up, you occasionally heard a song for a few seconds before Jules, over a walkie-talkie, would give them a thumbs up. You then saw another figure come out by the bench. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought it was Logan, but turned and saw Erin, also in a practice outfit.
“Hogging all the ice for yourself, Y/N?” Erin spoke, gliding onto the ice.
“Hey, if there’s free ice I’m going to take it.”
“Do you mind if I practice a routine for a sec?”
“Sure, I’m going to take a break.”
You went to sit on the bench as you watched Erin do her routine. She looked so comfortable performing on the ice. Her jumps and spins were almost perfect, but her choreography wasn’t the best. But the routine is probably a work in progress, or she’s just nervous performing in front of you. She finished with a strong pose and skated back to the bench.
“The ice is all yours.”
You thanked her and put in your headphones, cueing up your edited music. You started slowly, following the music, then picked it up as the chorus came along. Every spin and jump you pushed with so much power. For your choreography parts, you had practiced them in the mirror at dance studios to ensure they’d look good with the music and the flow of your glides. You finished your routine nearly flawlessly, and you can see Erin’s face seething as you skated back to grab water. It was close to 2:00, so you decided to head home for a late lunch as you were wrapping up your stuff. Erin started to talk to you.
“So, I see you are going to the party tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t take you for the type to go to parties. I thought you just did school and skating.”
“Just wanted to go celebrate with the team before the season.”
“Have you met any of the hockey boys yet?”
“Yeah, I’ve met Logan, Garrett, Tucker, and Dean.”
Erin perked her head up at the sound of Dean.
“Just a few words of advice, the group is nice and welcoming, but don’t get too attached. Most of them don’t have girlfriends. They only want to have a fling. One day, they look at you like the light of their life, then move on to the next girl that comes by.”
Erin’s words chipped at your heart. You didn’t know if she was psychologically messing with your head or if it was true. You wanted to believe that Logan liked you, but with a party coming up, swarming with girls, you started to feel insecure. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. You quietly thanked Erin, leaving before you were about to cry. Why were you so stupid to think Logan would like you enough to be his girlfriend? You were probably just holding on to a wish and a life you wanted badly. But now it seemed unlikely that it would happen.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
You walked back to your dorm to take a quick shower now that the water was back on. You continued overthinking in the shower, imagining everything. Logan. His puppy-dog eyes. His perfectly swooped brown hair. His scent. His comforting voice. His breath. His abs. His biceps. His arms are around you in the shower. His cock- hold on. What is wrong with me? I saw the man naked once in the shower, and now every time I shower, I can’t help but imagine him, water cascading from his curled hair. His hands around your waist, his voice at the corner of your ear. Hearing your stomach rumble, you snapped out of your steamy fantasy. You really should get something to eat.
You had texted Olivia if she was free to meet you at the dining hall. Unfortunately, she was out getting alcohol and mixers for the pre-game in your dorm room before the party. So you decided to head there alone, making yourself a chicken Caesar salad and grabbing a cookie. You chose a table by the window that looked out onto a field where students tended to throw frisbees and footballs. It was peaceful to have a moment to yourself. Your brief peace was disrupted by a loud-mouthed blonde calling your name.
“Y/N!”
You turned to see Dean scream your name across the dining hall, waving. You saw most of the dining hall fall silent and then look at you. So much for a peaceful lunch. He walked over with some spaghetti and meatballs, but no vegetables on his plate.
“So, where’s the rest of you?”
“They’re setting up for the party, decorations, costumes, drinks, all that stuff.”
“And…don’t you have to help them with that?”
“I’m in charge of the invites, mostly for sports teams, greek life, and the puck bunnies of course.”
“Puck bunnies?”
“They’re a group of girls who come support us each game.”
“They go to every game? Even the away ones?”
“Yeah, they share a bus with some other fans and our school’s pep band.”
That only made your mind feel slightly jealous, knowing that other girls support Logan and probably bring giant face cutouts for him in the stands. Not that you’d go that far, but now you’re realizing what competition you have for Logan. Olivia was right about Logan being a big deal on campus. You didn’t stand a chance.
"Congrats on making it onto Fifth Line."
Your head peaked up at the comment of that.
"What? Let me see that."
The post showed a photo of you and Logan outside of your dorm last night. It also had your full name claiming that you're Logan's new fling as several sources saw him kiss your forehead. You read some of the comments that were girls being territorial over Logan. You felt your cheeks flush as you felt that you were going to cry over the humiliating comments.
"Don't worry about the comments, they're mainly just jealous puck bunnies." Dean swiped his phone away from you so you didn't have to read the comments anymore.
“So, will I see you at the party later?”
“Yeah, it's my first party of the semester.”
“Holy shit, it’s your first party? You’re definitely doing a shot ski with me.”
“Shot ski?”
“Jeez, we need you to do everything at this party. I’m talking shots, keg stand, pong, rage cage, and king’s cup. The whole shabang.”
“Sounds like I’m in for a night.”
You finished up your lunch while Dean eagerly tried to explain every drinking game and how long he wanted you to do a keg stand. You grabbed your cookie to go and put your tray back, Dean following closely behind. You both stepped outside and walked back towards your dorm. On the way, a bunch of girls were waving or saying hi to Dean, while they looked at you like you were a troll under the bridge. Is this what it’s going to be like if I date Logan?
“What are you going to go as to the party?”
“Probably ice, my favorite color is light blue, so I have a bunch of options.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell.” Dean laughed. You were wearing a light blue athletic jacket, leggings, light blue sneakers, and had a light blue phone case.
“Let me guess, you’re going as fire because you waste all the hot water?”
“Damn, Y/N, did Logan tell you that?”
“So it’s true?”
“I plead the fifth.”
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
You reached your dorm hall and noticed a flock of freshmen trying to talk to the Dean. You said your goodbyes shortly, noting you’ll see him later at the party. You got up to your dorm room with an excited Olivia with wine to sip on while you all got ready, and a giant bottle of tequila to take shots out of.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. Finally, you are going out with me! Show me what you plan on wearing.”
You pull on a simple pair of dark blue jeans and a light blue top with white stripes. Olivia stares at you in disappointment.
“Babe, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but no guy is going to approach you wearing that. You need to look hot.”
Olivia walked over to her closet of colorful clothes.
“I’m going as fire, so all my blue clothes are yours, let’s see what we have…”
Olivia threw a light blue butterfly top with sequins all over it and a white miniskirt at you.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m as serious as a judge. And you have been ordered to wear that to the party.”
Knowing Olivia wasn’t going to budge, you put on the outfit. The shirt almost caused your boobs to spill out any second, and the miniskirt kept riding up your butt.
“You look smokin' hot, babe, just as I envisioned. I’m so proud.” Olivia jokingly started to cry and pulled out a red tube top and black leather skirt, which she looked great in.
“Now what are we thinking about hair? Makeup?”
“Uh, my hair as it is, and I was going to throw on some eyeliner and mascara.”
“You are so lucky you have me as a friend.”
Olivia styled your hair half up, half down, and placed some snowflake hair clips she ordered with her flame ones in your hair. She also kindly did your makeup. Besides eyeliner and mascara, she added some glittery eyeshadow and highlighter. She got creative with the blush, making you look flushed from being outside in the cold. You took a glance at yourself in the mirror and didn’t comprehend who you were seeing. You looked like a completely different person in a good way. Amidst getting ready, taking a few shots, and dancing to music, you check your phone to change the song, realizing it's 9:30 PM. You also saw a text from Logan 2 minutes ago.
Logan: Hey, if you need a ride, let Tucker know. He’s sober, driving a bunch of our friends and guests to the party. He’s also making “dippables, “ whatever that means.
Logan then sent Tucker’s contact for you to save in your phone. You call Tucker, and he said he’ll swing by in 5 minutes. Olivia encourages you to take another shot for some liquid courage before needing to see Logan. You obliged, and Tucker texted that he was there. As you and Olivia stumbled on your shoes, you held onto each other as you got into Tucker’s truck. You sat in the front seat, and Olivia sat in the back.
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“Hey Tucker, thank you so much for driving us, this is my roommate Olivia.”
Tucker stuck out his hand. “Tucker, nice to meet you.”
“I know who you are,” Olivia replied flirtatiously.
“Can you not sound creepy? She follows Fifth Line. Sorry about that, Tucker.” You replied.
“No worries, Y/N, you guys are actually my best-behaved passengers for the night, believe it or not.” Tucker laughs.
You arrived at the house as Tucker opened the door for you and Olivia.
“Enjoy the party, call or text me if you want a ride back.”
You both thank Tucker as you both stumble through the front door. You immediately smell a hundred different things. Body sweat, alcohol, and mixes of cologne and perfume. You also felt an instant change in temperature, silently thanking Olivia for putting you in skimpy clothes. The music was playing some general party music with a few people dancing along or grinding on each other.
You scan the room as you see Hannah curled up on the couch with Garrett and Dean teasing Allie while they are playing pool. There are also a bunch of pretty girls and handsome guys flirting and talking with each other. Olivia notices some of her friends and asks if you’ll be ok on your own. You assured her and scanned the room again for Logan. You eventually spot him in the kitchen. You were about to walk over when you noticed a pretty blonde girl had gotten there before you. She was twirling her hair and laughing at everything Logan was saying. Logan had bent down to whisper something in her ear, and it made her smile. You felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped on you. Erin was right. John Logan doesn’t want a girlfriend. You were only for his entertainment.
You would’ve turned on your heels and left when Dean shouted your name again from the pool table. Well, too late to back out now. He gave the pool stick to Allie as he came to greet you. Dean shouting your name also made Logan’s head turn.
“Y/N! I almost didn’t notice you! You look hot”
“Gee, thanks Dean, you sure know how to flatter a girl.” You marked sarcastically.
You see a tall cute brunette who’s about Dean’s height come over to stand next to Dean, putting an arm on his shoulder with a red solo cup.
“Yo Dean, who’s this stunning lady?” The brunette spoke.
“Beau, this is Y/N, Y/N this is Beau. Beau’s in my frat and is on the football team. Y/N’s on the figure skating team.” Dean introduced you both.
“Whoa, figure skating, I’m not too good at that. Dean once made me go on the rink and I looked like Bambi on ice.”
You giggled at his comment.
“Well, I definitely can’t throw a football to save my life.”
Beau smiled at your comment.
“Can I get you a drink Y/N?”
“Great idea, Beau,” Dean interjected. “I promised Y/N we’d do a shot ski, let’s go."
Dean quickly called over Allie so that you had enough people for one. You, Dean, Beau, and Allie all started to walk towards the kitchen when you made eye contact with Logan. He was still talking to the blonde, but you could feel his stare on you. Dean brought out a hockey stick with four shot glasses attached to it. He poured some vodka into each as you looked at Allie in confusion. She explained that you all lift the hockey stick at once to take a shot at it together. It’s typically done with skis, which is why it’s called a shot ski. To avoid vodka going straight down your and Allie’s chests, Beau and Dean lowered themselves so they were around both your height. You all lifted the hockey stick and took the shot into your mouth. You can feel the alcohol burn down your throat. You coughed a little.
“First time doing a shot ski?” Beau inquired.
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“Let’s get you an actual drink. We have some lemonade mixed with vodka in this jug.” You watched as Beau poured you a drink in a red solo cup. It wasn’t the worst, but it didn’t make you gag, so you’ll take it.
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Logan didn’t notice you enter until he heard Dean call out your name. Holy shit, you looked hot. The butterfly top and the mini skirt really accentuated your curves. Logan was daydreaming, looking at you. He didn’t even focus on what the random puck bunny was talking about. When he refocused his attention briefly on her, he agreed that the hockey season was going to be exciting this year. His mind completely shifted when he saw Beau come up to you. He said something that made you laugh, that made him clench his beer a little tighter. He noticed that your group was heading over to do a shot ski. The entire time, Logan stared at you and Beau, growing slowly jealous.
“Logan?” The puck bunny grazed his arm to get his attention.
“Sorry, I need to say hi to someone, have a fun time at the party.”
Before Logan could find you again, he saw you were on the dance floor with Beau. “Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough” was playing. He remembered it was one of your favorite songs. He watched you as you happily danced with Beau.
“Oh my god, I love this song!!”
You jumped and danced with your hands in the air. Beau matched your energy, grabbed your hand, and twirled you into a spin.
“So what major are you?” Beau inquired.
“I’m a business admin and finance major!”
“Just like Logan and Tucker, I’m a history major like Garrett.”
“That’s so cool, tell me a fun history fact.”
“Did you know the Egyptians played board games, even with their pets!”
“No way! How do you just know that off the top of your head? I can barely remember any business things”
“Being a history major is definitely easier than business or finance, smarty pants.”
You and Beau continued to dance until “Rock with You” came on, which was a lot slower. Beau found himself matching your pace and eventually wrapped an arm around your waist.
This was torture for Logan. He couldn’t hold in his jealousy any longer. He stormed right over to you and Beau.
“Logan?”
“Hey, Y/N, Beau, you don’t mind if I steal her for a second, her roommate was looking for her.” Logan made up something quick to pull you away.
“No worries, don’t be gone too long, cutie,” Beau responded and winked at you. You laughed as Logan was dragging you away.
“Wait? Is Olivia ok?” You asked Logan.
He didn’t respond as he took you out to the back porch. It was just the two of you alone on the back porch.
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“What’s your problem, Logan?”
“You need to stay away from Beau.”
“And why is that?”
“He isn’t serious about anything ok? I just don’t want you to do something you’ll reget.”
“How do you know what’s best for me? And why do you care, it’s not like we're dating or anything!”
Logan fell silent at that comment. You were on the verge of tears, staring at him.
“You’re so confusing, Logan. One second, you’re the nicest guy I’ve met, the next you’re flirting with some girl right in front of me.”
Logan tried to reach out to you.
“Sweetheart-”
“Don’t sweetheart me! You don’t get to stand there and dictate who I talk to while you’re doing the same exact thing.”
Logan was at a loss for words. He was new to this. New to crushes. He had no idea how to scream out and tell you he had feelings for you. Only you. Seeing you so upset, he couldn’t pull himself together to do it.
“I’m tired of waiting around for you to realize how much you crush other people’s feelings. Flirting with me aimlessly was only for you and your entertainment. Talking to new girls every day to feed your ego, you are so selfish. Go fuck off with some puck bunny, John.”
You wiped your tears and walked back into the house to find Beau waiting for you. Beau noticed some of your makeup streaked from tears. He asked if you were okay, and you assured him you had just gotten into a small argument with your roommate.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Logan felt as if his heart had been completely ripped out. He messed up. No, he royally fucked up. The noise of the party was muted as he kept replaying what you said to him. Logan smashed his empty beer bottle in anger and ran back inside to the party. He volunteered to do a keg stand. It was one of the longest keg stands in his life. He wanted to drink his feelings away, knowing you could do better. You shouldn’t be with a coward who couldn’t even admit that he liked you. Shot after shot, Logan started to feel dizzy. Dean immediately noticed what was wrong. Looking at Logan chug cup after cup, while you were on the other side of the room playing pong with Beau. Something definitely went down. Logan stumbled into the kitchen, about to grab the giant bottle of vodka, when Dean stopped him.
“Alright, buddy, let’s get you upstairs.” Dean held Logan upright as he escorted him to the bathroom to yack his guts out. Dean, knowing Hannah was the only one sober besides Tucker, walked back downstairs and asked her to watch Logan. She went upstairs to find Logan over the toilet. She creaked the door open to see a slurred Logan swaying over the toilet.
“Y/N?” Logan asked sadly.
“No, it’s me, Hannah.”
“Ohhh, Hannahh, I mess-e-ed up, r-real b-bad.” Logan then puked some of the drinks he had chugged. Hannah grabbed a small cup in the bathroom, filled it with water, and joined Logan on the bathroom floor. She also flushed the toilet.
“Here, Logan, drink some water.” Logan chugged it before feeling nauseous again, hovering over the toilet.
“She hates me.”
“I think it’s impossible for that girl to hate you.” Hannah laughed.
“I-I-I couldn’t even tell her.” Logan pulled his head up and pouted at Hannah. She saw a few tears in his eyes.
“I’m a c-cow-ward Han-nah, what i-if it’s too late?” Logan was about to cry in the toilet.
“It’s never too late.” Hannah patted Logan on the back while giving him more water. Then Hannah devised a plan.
“I’ll be back, Logan, please don’t accidentally fall into the toilet.”
“No promises!” Logan replied, head in the toilet.
Garrett had come upstairs to check on Hannah and Logan. She advised Garrett to hide in his room temporarily and said she would fill him in later. Hannah rushed downstairs to see you snuggled up next to Beau on the couch.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
“Y/N! I really need your help.”
“Sure, Hannah, is everything ok?”
“No, Garrett drank a little too much, and I’m struggling to get him from the bathroom to his room. Could you help me? I could use those figure skating muscles.”
You agreed immediately, saying a brief goodbye to Beau, standing up and following Hannah upstairs.
“I’m going to grab some new clothes for Garrett. He’s in the bathroom. Can you just watch him, please?”
You nodded as you opened the door to see a figure in a familiar red and black outfit over the toilet.
“Hannah? Are you back?”
You turned to see that Hannah had disappeared into Garrett’s room. You sighed as you respected the plan for Hannah to get you and Logan in the same room again. You can’t even be mad at her.
“Nope, it’s me.”
Logan turned his head, laying it on his arms on the sides of the toilet.
“Y/N? Is it really you?”
Despite being extremely drunk, his puppy-dog eyes were still working their magic. He looked adorable, slightly flushed, looking at you like it’s a dream.
“It’s me, Logan.” You sat down next to him. He instinctively grabbed your hand and rubbed circles on it.
“Your hands are soft.”
You stayed silent. You saw the water cup empty, so you got up and refilled it for Logan, letting go of his touch. You were probably gone for a maximum of 30 seconds before sitting back down with Logan.
“Hmmm…don’t…leave…me again.” Logan drunkenly spoke while trying to find your hand again. Once he found it, he gave you a little squeeze. You encouraged Logan to drink some more water, and he obliged, keeping the liquid down.
“Y/N, I-I’m so sorry, I was an asshole.”
You looked up at him and squeezed his hand back.
“Yeah, you were. You can’t dictate who I can and can’t talk to if we’re not dating or something.”
Logan fell silent again. You were worried he had fallen asleep with his head still over the toilet. He slowly pulled his head up to make eye contact with you. He moved his hand up from your grasp to cup your cheek, grazing his thumb against it.
“You’re so pretty, you know? With or without all this makeup. No wonder guys want to date you.”
You smiled at his compliment.
“Thanks.”
Logan, without thinking, tried to lean in for a kiss. You moved your hand in front of his lips, stopping him.
“Whoa, whoa, Logan. You’re drunk, you really should get to bed.”
“You don’t want to kiss me?” Logan asked with those stupid big brown eyes. He looked heartbroken, begging for it.
“As I said, you’re drunk, plus you have puke breath.”
Logan let go of your cheek. He turned away from the toilet and started rummaging in the shower caddy shelves he shared with Tucker and Dean.
“What are you doing?”
“I swear there’s mouthwash in here! So I can get rid of my puke breath and kiss you!” Logan called out innocently. You rolled your eyes and lightly pulled him back so he sat on his butt again.
“We should get you to bed, c’mon.” You stood up as Logan tried to get up, using the toilet to steady him.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
You flushed the toilet one last time before grabbing onto Logan. He could walk, but still could easily stumble and hit his doorway. You led him over to his bed, closed his door, and removed his shoes. You dug through his drawers to get him a clean shirt and shorts. You tried to let him get changed on his own, but he looked like a chicken with its head cut off. He almost put his head through the arm holes. You groaned as you helped him get dressed and undressed. Despite his belly full of alcohol earlier, his abs were still toned as ever, and you can see his bulge through his gray boxers. Logan laid down and you grabbed his water bottle from his backpack, putting some painkillers next to his bed. You tucked him into bed. He reached for your arm again.
“Yes, Logan?”
“Do you know why I call you sweetheart?”
You were blushing at your familiar nickname.
“'Cause your heart is sweeter than candy.” Logan laughed to himself.
You couldn’t believe that even in this state, he wanted to flirt with you.
“When you said earlier that we aren’t dating? Would you hate it if we were?” Logan inquired, looking up at you.
You didn’t respond immediately, and you didn’t understand what Logan was trying to tell you.
Logan, looking sad at your lack of response, let go of you. Now you felt like your head was spinning. You felt torn at this situation. Did you still have a crush on Logan? Maybe? But you didn’t hate talking to Beau. To get to the bottom of it, you bent down to meet Logan’s eyes and held his hand again.
“Logan, is there something you’re trying to tell me?”
Logan got out of bed and stood, bringing you back to stand in front of him.
“I like you, Y/N. Only you.” Logan confessed.
“I liked you the moment I saw you skate. I like all parts of you. You love the color light blue. You love 27 Dresses. You bite your lip and fiddle with your pen when you’re focused. You love Della’s iced coffees. You danced to Afterglow for your senior recital. You can’t shoot a puck. Your ringtone is an Ariana Grande song. You smell like strawberries. You don’t have food allergies. You fall asleep on car rides, and the worst one: you don’t like being called "sweetheart."
You were so speechless that you wanted to cry. Maybe Logan wasn’t a complete idiot after all. You bent down to his eye level and wiped his hair out of his face.
“Who told you I hated being called sweetheart? I wouldn’t mind if it was you saying that.”
Logan's eyes went wide.
“I like you too, Boston boy.” You confessed and messed up his hair. Logan leaned in for a kiss. You stopped him again.
“Alright don’t get too excited, you still have puke breath.” You spat at him.
Logan laughed at you. “That’s the Y/N I know.” Logan opted to kiss you on the forehead.
“Stay the night?”
“Logan, you’re drunk, I don’t want to get into bed with you if these aren’t sober thoughts.”
“We can build a pillow wall, look, there’s plenty of space!” Logan began to relocate his pillows to the wall, leaving you both with one pillow each.
“Fine, but if you touch me, I will kick you.”
“I will only touch you if you want, sweetheart.” Logan flirted, wrapping his arms around your waist. You blushed.
“Y-you need to lie down, I promise I will join you later.” You stood on your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. You and Logan are separated, watching him crawl back into bad with a pout on his mouth. You sighed at him as you closed the door to his room.
“You are such a baby, Logan.”
“Only your baby!” You sighed at his comment as you closed the door to his room. You wandered back downstairs to see that the party had died down, but you saw Beau still waiting for you on the couch.
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“Y/N! Is everything ok with Garrett?” Beau got up and walked over to you.
“Yeah, he’s fine.”
“Do you want to get out of here? Most of the party has left.”
“Look, Beau, you’re so nice, but I unfortunately will be staying the night with someone else.”
“Oh.” Beau looked a little sad at the response.
“Y/N!” Olivia came running up to you. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you, I was about to head out.” Olivia didn’t register Beau until that point.
“Was I interrupting something? I’m so sor-”
“Olivia, this is Beau. Beau, this is Olivia. She’s my roommate.”
Beau looked her up and down.
“Y/N, are all your friends this gorgeous?”
Olivia blushed as you left them alone to talk. You figured Olivia would get home just fine without you. You texted her that you were staying the night at the house and that the dorm room is all hers. Hopefully, Beau distracts her long enough before she chases you down to ask questions. You head towards the kitchen to grab some water, wanting to sober up a bit for the rest of the night. Hannah and Garrett come downstairs and beeline for you.
“So…how’s Logan doing?” Hannah inquired.
“I hate you. But he’s upstairs lying down.” Hannah laughed at your reply.
“Is everything good between the two of you?”
“Let’s just say I’m staying the night here.” You smiled.
Hannah squealed as she hugged you. Garrett was also happy, knowing Hannah’s plan worked. The three of you stayed in the kitchen as you debriefed everything that happened between you and Logan. Hannah and Garrett couldn’t stop smiling or laughing at silly, drunk Logan. When you guys were done talking, the only people left in the house were you three, Dean and Allie, and Tucker, who had just come back from his last drive.
“Oh shoot, Y/N, do you still need a ride home? I can take you now.” Tucker was about to leave to grab his keys.
“No, I’m staying the night.”
“Are you staying on the couch? I can go grab you a blanket or pillow.” Dean started to head upstairs to grab spare pillows and blankets.
“No, I’ll be in Logan’s room.”
Tucker and Dean’s faces turned to shock, trying to see if what you said was right.
“What did I miss at this party?” Tucker questioned, putting his hands on his head.
You laughed as you explained to them Logan’s very drunken, rambly confession to them. They laughed, and as if you summoned him, Logan, who sobered up, started to descend the stairs.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the man of the hour.” Dean joked.
“How much did Y/N tell you?” Logan started to move his hands in front of his face.
“Not much, Boston boy.” Tucker chimed in. Logan looked like he was going to die of embarrassment.
“Guys please, the poor boy just puked his guts and feelings out.” You walked up to him and kissed his cheek. “Ready to go to bed?”
“Yes, please.” Logan stuck his tongue out at the group before following you upstairs. You both walked to his room. You realized that you were still in your party outfit.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
“Logan, do you mind if I borrow some clothes? I don’t think you want sequins and glitter all over your bed.”
“Sure, just grab anything from my drawers.”
You picked up a Briar U Hawks t-shirt and some gym shorts, both of which were oversized on you. Logan suggested you ask Hannah if she has some makeup remover. She gave you some micellar water and cotton pads and said you can keep them until tomorrow morning. You dragged Logan back to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed while he sat on the toilet lid waiting for you to be done taking off your makeup. You opted for some mouthwash for the night since you weren't planning on staying over. You both went to Logan’s room, about to go to bed.
“Y/N?” Logan turned to look at you.
He put his arms around your waist, and you put your arms around his neck.
“Yes?”
Logan bent down to kiss you, and you leaned in to kiss him back. His mouth tasted minty fresh from his toothpaste.
“I’ve been waiting all night to do that.” Logan smiled.
“I’ve been waiting to do some other things.” You smirked as you looked him up and down.
“Only if you want to, I know tonight has been a lot.” Logan is checking your facial expression.
You crashed your lips into Logan, opening your mouths, and your tongues started to dance with each other. He tasted so good. He was so addictive. You tugged on his shirt, pulling him to his bed. You were on your back on the bed while Logan was hovering over you. You pulled back, looking at his swollen, red lips.
“Does that answer your question?” Logan was speechless.
He had slept with several girls, but your boldness made him forget for a second what to do next. You, in his bed with his clothes, he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life.
“Are you just going to stare or are you going to do something, Boston boy?”
That snapped him out of his mind. He immediately leaned into you for another kiss. Logan left kisses down his neck, with an audible moan coming out of your mouth. Before he reached under your shirt, he looked at you, and you gave a visible nod, helping him take it off. Once again, he was mesmerized. Your breasts look just as good as he remembered. He bent down to kiss and suck on one of them while squeezing the other. You let out another moan as you played with his hair.
“D-don’t s-stop.”
Logan left some hickeys on your breast before kissing a trail down to your core. You nodded again as Logan swiftly pulled your shorts along with your underwear. He parted your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs and left a small kiss on your already wet pussy.
“Wet for me already?” Logan rasped.
“S-shut up.”
“Oh, I intend to make you do the opposite.” Logan challenged, burying his face into your heat.
You let out a loud moan as you reach down to grip and pull on his hair. You haven’t felt pleasure like this in a long time. Logan knew exactly what he was doing. He circled his tongue over your clit, and you kept biting your lip, hoping not to wake up the entire house with your moans. Logan brought his tongue down deeper into your core as you felt yourself riding his tongue. Logan stopped for a brief second as you let out a whine.
“Patience, princess.”
That kept you aroused as you watched him lick his middle finger before slowly inserting it into your core. Your body physically reacted as his thick fingers stretched out your flesh.
“Fuck, your pussy is so beautiful.”
Logan latched his mouth back onto your clit while simultaneously moving his finger in and out of you. He eventually added his ring finger, continuing to finger fuck you. You swore you were seeing stars. You were happy to know the rumors were undoubtedly true. You felt yourself about to release from the immense amount of pleasure.
“L-Logan, f-f-uck, I’m gna- ah!”
Logan lifted his mouth off your clit, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Your body convulsed, riding against his fingers and his face, letting out a loud moan before covering your mouth.
Logan slowly pulled his fingers out of you before coming up to kiss you.
“That was so hot.”
You were so out of breath. Logan looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.
“Are you a virgin?”
“Wow, Logan, you sure know how to make a girl feel special.” You rolled your eyes.
“There’s no easier way to say it! God forbid a guy wants to ensure a girl feels good if it’s her first time.” Logan pouted.
“You sat up to kiss Logan on the lips.
“No Logan, I had boyfriends in high school.”
“Boyfriends? Damn, I’m heartbroken already.”
“You have no right to talk, so when are you going to cut the chit chat and fuck me?”
Logan kissed your mouth.
“You never shut up do you?”
You chuckled as Logan went to grab some condoms from his nightstand. He took off his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned abs and biceps. You could just bite them if you were given the chance. He pulled down his pants to show his hardened, throbbing cock. You swallowed your saliva in anticipation. Logan crawled onto the bed to hover over you again. Before Logan could open the condom, you grazed his thigh.
“You’re not going to let me return the favor?”
Logan laughed as he watched you grasp his member and twirl your tongue over it. Logan groaned, instinctively grabbing your hair into a ponytail to move it out of your face. You moved your hand up and down as you looked up at Logan. He gave you a satisfied smile as he cupped your cheek. He put his thumb in your mouth as you sucked on it, continuing to look up at him, knowing he wished your mouth was on his cock. You obliged, removing your mouth from his thumb onto his cock. You hear a deep moan come from Logan’s mouth. You wrapped your mouth tightly around his length, drawing it deeper into your throat. You moved up and down in a slow rhythm as Logan bobbed your head to your movements, not wanting you to stop. You felt his whole shaft in your throat. You almost choked from its thickness and length.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re doing so good, keep going.” Logan spoke between moans.
At one point, Logan pulled your head back, watching a stream of saliva drip from your lips to his tip. You looked up at him in desperation. He pulled your head up to give you a wet kiss.
“Are you going to let me fuck you or what?” Logan growled into your ear.
You nodded as you went to lie back down, watching as Logan was ready to devour you. Logan unwrapped his condom as he wrapped it around his length, and he lined himself up towards your core. He slipped his length in, stretching your core, causing both of you to moan. As Logan slipped deeper, you threw your head back as you grabbed onto his wide shoulders.
“Shit sweetheart, you’re so tight. You feel so good.”
That made your pussy clench tighter around him as Logan leaned down to kiss you as he slowly pumped his member into you. As the pace increased, you continued your sloppy wet kisses across his swollen mouth. You both moaned into each other's mouths. Logan kept hitting your g-spot over and over, causing you to see stars again.
“Fuck- ah- Log-an, I’m- uh- going- to- ah.”
You couldn’t contain your pleasure. Your nails began to scratch Logan's back, leaving red streaks against his skin.
“C’mon, sweetheart, come for me again.”
You shortly after release, after your high, containing your pleasure by kissing your moans into Logan. You had pulled down to the side of his neck, sucking on his skin, leaving a bright red hickey. Logan, shortly after, continued to pump into you before finishing. Logan pulled himself off of you as he took the condom off and grabbed some tissues to clean himself off. Shortly after, he grabbed a towel for you, cleaning you up while kissing each part of your body.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”
“You’re so handsome, Boston boy.”
“Not going to let that go are you?”
“Nope.”
When you sat up, Logan handed you his water bottle and asked if you needed anything. You assured him you were okay, taking a sip from it. You both dressed back in your clothes and went to the bathroom. You finished your business, and you both brushed your teeth. Luckily, this time, Logan didn’t mind you using his toothbrush. You were about to walk back toward his bedroom. When Logan picked you up, bridal style. You laughed as you brought him in for a kiss. He delicately laid you down in his bed. He turned off all his lights and quickly joined you in bed, immediately enveloping you between his arms. He showered your face with kisses. You laughed as the feeling was tickling you.
“I. Am. Never. Letting. Go. Of. You. Again.” Logan said between each kiss.
You turned to plant one on his lips. You both smiled as you enjoyed each other's presence in each other's arms. You leaned on your side as Logan slipped an arm around your waist and dug his head into the crook of your neck, leaving a kiss on your shoulder. You turn your head to give him one more kiss.
“Goodnight, Boston boy.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
You woke up to the beam of sunshine hitting your face. You blinked your eyes open to see Logan already awake. He was admiring you while you were asleep.
You turned to face him in bed as he moved your hair out of your face.
“My girlfriend is so pretty.”
“Girlfriend? Smitten already?”
“Rude, I’ve been waiting all morning to say that.” Logan teased as he started to tickle you. You both got started by a banging noise on Logan’s door.
“Hey lovers! Do you want pancakes?”
Both of you, in sync, replied, “Yeah!”
“Well, come down downstairs before it gets cold.”
Logan sat up as he helped you up from the bed. You were holding hands as you met everyone else downstairs.
“About time you two were awake.” Dean spoke as he bit into a chocolate chip pancake.
“You two really had a fun night, huh?” Garrett spoke while Hannah punched him in the arm.
You blushed, not realizing how thin the walls were. Logan brought a hand around your waist and kissed you on your forehead.
“Don’t be shy, I’ve heard Garrett and Hannah go at it for weeks. This is payback,” Logan whispered in your ear. You smiled, knowing that despite everything, Logan would always be there for you.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed reading! Thank you all again for your support on this series. This is unfortuantely the last part so thank you to everyone who read them all! If you want to send in any requests, send them here! I’d love to write about the other boys and definitely will not complain about writing about John Logan <3.
Pairings: John Logan x FigureSkater!Y/N, mentions of John Logan x Hannah Wells
Genre: fluff (for now), hint of angst, some smut, yearning and crushes!
Warnings: some swearing, mentions of nudity, Y/N and Logan being a bunch of pining idiots.
Words: 7.7k
Summary: You don't know where you stand with Logan, but it seems that everywhere you go, he shows up. You're unsure if there's mixed signals or if there's something Logan is trying to tell you.
Read part 1 here!
You woke up realizing what had happened in the past 24 hours. Had you just gone on a study date with John Logan? I mean, technically not, Olivia was there. Whatever, he probably goes on millions of those with other girls across campus. In your bed, you rubbed your eyes as you grabbed for your phone, checking the time. You saw it was still early, around 9:00, and Olivia was getting ready for class.
“Good morning, Y/N, how are you feeling?”
“I’m alright, I gotta head to Malone’s to do some work before class. I need one of Della’s iced coffees pronto.”
“And you also need to get all your work done before the party on Saturday!” Olivia exclaimed, shimmying in a little dance as you walked over to your closet to get dressed.
You rolled your eyes, secretly dreading going to the party, partially because of Logan, but also cause of going to a college party in general. You got dressed, did your hair, packed your bag, and had Olivia drop you off at Malone’s before she headed to class. You found a small booth and set your bag down.
“Y/N?”
The voice was semi-familiar until you turned and saw her blue eyes. It was Hannah.
“Oh, hey, Hannah right? I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Yeah, I do. Is there anything I can get you at the moment?”
“An iced coffee and what bakery or pastry items do you guys have?”
“They just baked some delicious blueberry muffins. Do you want one of those?”
“Sure”
“Great, I’ll bring that right out when it’s ready!”
Looking at Hannah only made the pit in your stomach feel worse. She was a sweetheart. You understood why Logan might have a small crush on her. Her body’s beautiful, super nice, kind, and hard-working. You could not imagine taking on part-time jobs on top of schoolwork and figure skating. The more you looked at her, the more you understood why Logan liked her so much. To distract yourself, you brought out your laptop and edited your routine music to fit the allotted free-skate time. You were also making a warm-up mix you can listen to before competitions. Hannah floated over with your coffee and muffin.
“Sorry to be nosy, but what are you working on?”
“I’m editing some music for my figure skating competitions.”
“Oh, that's so cool, I use the same software when I’m editing songs.”
“Do you also play a sport here?”
“No, no, I’m a music major.”
“That make’s more sense,” you awkwardly chuckle.
“Just let me know if you need anything else. Good luck with the music mixing.”
You thanked her and smiled, turning back to adjust transitions on your warm-up mix. You watched as people went in and out of Malone’s. You eventually finished your warm-up mix. You played it in the background as you moved on to finish some of your mockups for a marketing class.
Logan skipped his class to see if he could grab a snack at Malone’s before heading home. The fries alone could drag him out of bed from a nasty hangover. When he walked in, he was greeted by Hannah.
“Logan! Hey! How are you?”
Hannah pulled him into a hug. That made his heart want to burst out of his chest. Hannah smelled like warm vanilla and roses. Logan swore he could melt in her arms. Hannah let go as she had to bring some food to another table.
“So, Logan, what are you doing here? Let me guess, Della’s fries.”
“You, unfortunately, would be correct,” Logan smiled.
“You know the drill, just grab anywhere to sit, and I’ll bring them to you. And a heads up.”
Hannah nudged Logan, and he followed her eyes to you, staring deeply into your computer.
Logan rolled his eyes. “How much did Garrett tell you?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Hannah winked and walked away to take another booth’s order.
Logan sighed as he walked over to you. Surprisingly, you didn’t notice until you felt the table move. You jumped, seeing Logan now in front of you, pausing your music.
“Jeez! Do you like sneaking up on girls or something?”
“Not particularly, especially when they have the best noise-canceling headphones. Seriously, they need to sponsor you or something for those.”
“What are you doing here? Stalking me?”
“How dare you? I happen to enjoy Della’s fries, and wanted to get some before I head home for the day.”
“It’s only like 12:00, do you not have any classes later?”
“They only exist if I attend them.”
“Wow, so studious of you.”
“Anyways, I have to set up for a fundraiser for a youth hockey camp, the Hurricaines.”
Hannah then walks over with Logan’s fries.
“Oh are you talking about the hockey fundraiser? Y/N, you should totally come.”
You looked as Logan’s eyes were filled with panic.
“Um, yeah if you want to, you can come unless you’re going to be busy.”
“Oh, c’mon, Logan.” Hannah turns to you, “He’s just shy because he was a little caine, so this fundraiser means a lot to him.”
“A little caine?” You joked.
“Yeah, if I didn’t get help from them, I wouldn’t be here playing hockey.”
You saw Logan’s face soften as he spoke. It was nice to see him speak so fondly about the organization.
“Sure, I’d love to come and support the cause.” You replied.
Hannah giggled with excitement, while you looked at Logan, who seemed a little awkward about the interaction.
“It’s going to be here at Malone’s at 8:00 PM, and bring all the friends and money you have with you,” Hannah squealed while Logan chuckled.
You agreed it sounded nice as you finished up your work and talked to Logan while he ate his fries.
“So what are you doing after this?”
“Class, unlike some people, I have to go. I have a presentation for a marketing class, and I wanted to see if I could skate on the rink before dinner.”
“What time were you thinking?” Logan inquired
“After my class, so around 4:00, why do you want to crash my rehearsal session again?”
“Not necessarily, I thought you’d like some company. Also, you owe me, its my turn to showcase my amazing hockey skills.”
“I can pay a $5 student ticket to watch that. It’s not that hard to skate and move a stick around a rink.”
“You wanna bet? Meet me at the rink. 4:00. Don’t be late.”
Logan then got up before you could rebut, leaving to prepare for the fundraiser later. You sighed as you packed up your work and got up to ask Hannah how much you owed her. She mentioned you were all set as Logan paid for you on his way out. Damn it, John Logan, why’d you have to be so nice?
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You were restless in your marketing class. You gave your initial prototype presentation as the professor gave feedback and a few marketing notes for your future presentations. You spaced out so badly that you didn’t pay attention to the other student’s presentation. You were busy staring at your laptop, begging for time to slow down. Your heart was pounding, and your hands were sweating at the idea of being alone on the rink again with John Logan. You haven’t felt this nervous since your first figure skating recital, which did not go well. Unfortunately, class had ended about half an hour early because some students needed extensions or didn't show up for their presentations, so you headed back to your dorm to change and grab your skating gear.
Olivia came in as you were changing, about to head out.
“Hey cutie, you heading to the rink?”
“No, I’m just wearing a full practice uniform and a skate bag.”
“Hey, I don’t need the sarcasm. I was just about to go take a shower.”
“Sorry, I’m just really nervous, the room’s all yours.”
“Is your routine not going well?”
“Yes and no, I mean, I’m still trying to land my triple lutz and toe loops, but let’s just say I won’t be at the rink alone.” You started to fiddle with your hands.
“Are you meeting Erin there? I know she’s been hard on you ever since you joined the team.”
“No…”
“No. You’re going on a skating date with John Logan.”
You whined as you moved your hands in front of your face in embarrassment.
“Maybe.”
“Y/N.”
“I’m overthinking it, he’s definitely into Hannah, so I shouldn’t be nervous right?”
“Who cares what he thinks? You just need to go out on the rink and be you.”
“Thanks, Olivia.”
“Make him do some spins so he can get his head screwed on right.”
You laughed and hugged Olivia goodbye before walking over to the rink. You texted Logan to make sure he would still be there.
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Y/N: Hey, I’m heading over to the rink now, and should be there in 5-10 minutes or so. If you can’t make it, no worries, I’ll see you at the fundraiser later.
You stared at your phone, begging that he wouldn’t be there so you could take some time to practice your routine more and get your mind off of him. Your phone buzzed about 2 minutes later from Logan.
Logan: I’m already here, sweetheart. 😉
You rolled your eyes as you continued to walk to the rink. You aimlessly wandered for a few minutes before finding the entrance to the rink again. There, you saw Logan running drills. He had a speaker playing 80s rock, and he was speeding through, doing some shooting drills. You weren’t going to lie to yourself. It was impressive and hot. You found yourself walking towards the bench with your gear, lacing up your skates, and taking your guards off. Logan skates up to the bench, noticing you as you enter.
“About time you showed up, I was worried you were flaking on me.”
“I totally wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you noted sarcastically.
Logan lowers his music so he can hear you better.
“You ready to learn how to score?”
“Hold on. I did not come here to hold a stick and hit it around with a puck. I need to practice.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, you don’t need it. You were saying earlier that it’s not that hard to move a stick on the ice. Well, let’s prove it.”
“You’re ridiculous Logan, what is this, elementary school?”
“Sure, sure, back out now, chicken.”
“What did you just call me?!” You stood up from the bench to meet
Logan at the barricade face-to-face.
Logan bent down and whispered. “I said, chicken, bok bok.”
You immediately opened the door to the rink and grabbed his stick. Logan laughed as he collected some of the pucks for you and put them at center ice.
“Watch me,” you said, lining up a shot.
You shoved the stick into the puck and completely missed the goal by a few feet. You continued to fuss and miss the goal as Logan looked at you, laughing on the side.
“Fine, Mr. Hockey, you do it then.” You pouted.
Logan skated up to you. “Watch and learn.”
In one quick swing, you saw him score a goal with ease. You huffed and refused to look at him. You started to skate away in embarrassment. Logan grabbed your arm.
“C’mon, sweetheart, let me show you how.”
“Alright, but stop calling me that!” You nearly blushed every time he called you that.
Logan laughed, gave you his stick, and stood behind you. He wrapped his arms around you, and his hands covered yours around the stick. Your body felt on fire. You could smell his light sweat mixed with the scent of his Old Spice deodorant. His silver chain brushed cooly against the back of your neck. You felt his hot breath on your cheek as he whispered how to move your hands with the puck.
“Luckily, we are dead center on the ice. People also underestimate how heavy the puck is so, we’re going to give a big swing straight across and…”
You watched as the puck easily went into the net. You spaced out whatever you were thinking, as you could only hear the silence after the puck went into the net. You lifted your body and turned to face Logan. God, those eyes made you want to sink into them. He had a smug look on his face.
“Congrats, you officially know how to move a stick on the ice.” He grinned.
Part of you was speechless. You didn’t know whether to thank him or keep your guard up. Why was he being so nice to you?
“Logan?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Why are you so nice to me? I mean, we barely know each other.”
“I thought I’d just help out a friend, I don’t mind meeting new people. Plus, I’d probably be seeing you on the rink a lot.”
Your eyes burned at the word friend. Right, we are just friends. Nothing more. He probably has Hannah on his mind anyway. He probably does this with all the girls he meets.
“So, are we done with this hockey lesson so we can showcase the real talent?” you bit back, protecting your heart.
“Fair enough, the ice is yours, Y/N.”
You skated around practicing some spins and jumps, eventually finally landing your toe loops. You attempted to land your triple lutz again, and it stuck. Logan tapped his stick on the bench, cheering for you. You skated back towards the bench and grabbed Logan’s hand. For the first time, you saw his cheeks lightly blush.
“It’s your turn now, Logan.”
“What?!”
Before he could continue to speak, you dragged him onto the ice.
“Y/N, you know this can only end in me falling.”
“So what? You got hockey pads on, can’t be worse than a guy slamming you into the boards. Just copy me.”
You started to gain some speed and do a simple scratch spin. Logan looks as if you performed a magic trick.
“If you want to a two-toe spin you can. Go ahead.”
Logan skates, attempts to spin on two feet, then tries to lift his foot, causing him to fall on his butt. You laughed as you skated over to him in an attempt to help him up.
“Nothing to say?”
“Remind me to never challenge a figure skater again.”
Logan was heavy as you tried to help him up, and you guys are holding hands again. You quickly let go as you hear your phone's ringtone go off. Embarrassingly, it was “Love Me Harder” by Ariana Grande. You quickly skated to the bench to see it’s from Olivia.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I got some bad news, there was something wrong with the dorm’s boiler so they shut off all the water for the night. They said it should be fixed by the morning. Thought I’d tell you before you got back.”
“Oh no, thanks Olivia, I’ll figure something out.”
“Worst case, you should probably text the girls on your team if anyone with an apartment will let you shower there.”
“Good idea, thanks for letting me know.”
You hung up as Logan skated over to you, concerned.
“Everything ok?”
“Yeah, apparently the dorm’s shower is out, so I gotta figure out where to shower before the fundraiser.”
“You could always shower at my place.”
You looked at him in mild disgust.
“Are you sure? I don’t even have a change of clothes with me.”
“We can swing by your place and then head to mine. Make’s it easier, you can hang out at the house before we all go to the fundraiser.”
“What’s the state of your bathroom? I can’t imagine living with all boys makes it the most clean.”
“Considering I just deep-cleaned it, I’d say it's pretty decent, and the hot water is a plus. Hannah uses it all the time when she’s over.”
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt, thanks.” You quietly replied, dreading the idea of knowing Logan imagining Hannah in the shower.
“We should go now, it’s almost dinnertime, I’m sure Tucker will be excited to have a new guest try his food. I’m going to hit the showers in the locker room real quick.”
Logan grabbed his things before heading towards the men’s locker room. As you were unlacing your skates, you realized Logan forgot his speaker. You wondered if he wanted to listen to music in the shower, so with your things, you made your way to find the men’s locker room. Unfortunately for you, no one had told you that men’s locker rooms don’t have shower curtains.
“Hey, Logan! You left your speaker, I didn’t know if you-” You stopped dead in your tracks as you saw Logan butt-ass naked before he faced you. If you weren’t already lost for words, you definitely were now.
You saw Logan’s well-defined abs and a muscular, but slim, athletic build. You watched as the water beads rippled down his body. You shouldn’t be staring for this long. It was like you were a kid in a candy store again. Not that you meant to look, but you can see why Olivia said the rumors about him being good in bed. He had a small happy trail that led to his groin. He kept it neatly trimmed, but not bald. You also were not complaining about the size. Once you came out of your daze, you immediately caught yourself shielding your eyes, rambling, and apologizing profusely.
“O-Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Logan, I promise I didn’t see anything. I’m just going to leave the speaker here. I’ll see you outside.”
Before Logan could answer, you rushed outside of the men’s locker room, leaning against the wall and slowly trickling down to the floor with your head in your knees of embarrassment. God, how could I be so stupid? And why don’t the showers here have curtains? You blushed, rethinking the sight of Logan naked. It only made you want to fall harder into his arms.
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Logan didn’t know how to feel. Surely you’ve seen a guy naked. But he didn’t hate the idea of you seeing him like this. After you stormed out, Logan felt himself getting hard. Did he like you? He knew his body did, but blamed himself for being a horndog and that Dean was rubbing off on him. He refocused his attention on other things that helped calm him down. He dried off his body and changed into new clothes before stepping out of the locker room to find you with your head in your knees. Logan bent down and gave you a tap on your head.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” you replied, not willing to lift your head from your knees.
“If it makes you feel any better, my whole team has seen me naked.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Hey, look at me.”
You lifted your head. Logan grabbed your head softly, rubbed your hair soothingly, and stared straight into your eyes.
“Did you like what you saw?”
“Oh my god Logan!”
“What? I meant it as a joke to make you feel better. Now will you get up so we can get you into a warm shower?”
You reluctantly got up, once again holding Logan’s hands.
“That’s my girl.”
“Shut up.” You quickly responded.
You both let go as you once again walked to his truck, and he drove you back to your dorm.
“I’ll be back in 10.” You said as you walked to the front steps of your dorm.
“I’ll be waiting!” Logan yelled and honked his car, making you even more embarrassed and rushing towards your dorm hall.
You headed back to your dorm room to see Olivia watching a show on her bed. You grabbed some clothes and toiletries as Olivia perked up.
“You’re back, how was your skate date?”
“Don’t call it that.”
“Where are you going to go shower?”
You remained silent.
“Let me guess, Logan offered you to go shower at his place.”
“How can you read me so well?”
“Being a psych major has it’s perks. So you’re going to the hockey house? Girls have told me its a nice house.”
“I seriously doubt that if its 4 dudes living there.”
“Four hot dudes.” Olivia replied with a wink.
“Anyways I have to go, Logan’s waiting for me.”
“He’s here?!” Olivia immediately turned to look out the window to see Logan’s truck waiting in front of our dorm hall.
“Can you keep your voice down? Our window is open. I’ll see you at the fundraiser”
“See ya, have fun!”
You left your dorm and went back to Logan’s truck, throwing your small duffel into the backseat of his truck. You assured him everything was all set, and you drove off to the hockey house. You were nervous about meeting all his roommates, seeing the house, his room, everything. Logan could tell something was off because you were quiet and looked out the window for most of the ride.
“We’re almost there, are you ok? Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just feels awkward having to use the bathroom in a house I’ve never been in before.”
“Don’t worry about that, I texted my roommates about it, and they were cool with it.”
Great. Now all his roommates are going to walk on eggshells around me, wondering who this mystery girl is coming to their house to shower and have dinner. Totally not panicking. We pull up to a big house with a long staircase. It has a big front porch and looks decent from the outside. Logan grabbed all of the bags and opened the car door for you, gesturing for you to follow him. He opened the front door and let you in first.
In all honesty, you’ve seen worse. You see the living room with very lived-in couches, an air hockey table, a pool table converted into a dining room table, and a kitchen with a counter. You can also see another glass door in the back, which you assumed led to the back yard. You see the people you knew as Tucker, Dean, and Hannah in the kitchen, helping make dinner. Well, Hannah and Tucker were cooking, and Dean was tasting everything while looking at his phone.
“Hey guys, this is Y/N, Y/N, the one with the pink apron is John Tucker, but you can call him Tucker, and Dean Di Laurentis, you’ve already met Hannah.”
They all said their "his" and "hellos".
“Thank you guys so much for letting me stay here for a bit and borrow your shower.” You kindly replied.
“I’m sorry about what happened at your dorm. That sucks,” Hannah said as she went to cut up vegetables for a salad.
“Well, Logan kindly offered, I’m gna head up and shower, I smell like BO.”
“Let me show you the way,” Logan quickly added. Logan let you go up the stairs first, trailing shortly behind. Logan shot looks at Dean and Tucker, who were busy pretending they were minding their own business. In the upstairs hallway, you run into Garrett, who looks fresh out of the shower in new clothes.
“Oh, hey, Y/N, don’t worry about me, my room has its own shower. I didn’t mess up the communal one.”
You smile as Logan guides you into his room. It’s surprisingly neat. You see some Boston Bruins hockey posters in his room, a toolbox tucked next to his dresser, and a closet full of flannels and hoodies. His bed had grey bedsheets, and there was a small photo on his nightstand of him, Garrett, and Dean, presumably from last year’s hockey season.
“You can leave your stuff in here and change in the bathroom before and after you take your shower, need anything?”
“Not that I can think of, thanks again.”
“Not a problem, enjoy a nice shower. I’ll try to keep the boys downstairs so you have some privacy.”
Logan then closed his door, and you heard his footsteps down the stairs. You grabbed your t-shirt, underwear, and leggings and brought them into the bathroom. You stared at the Head & Shoulders shampoo and Old Spice body wash options and thanked yourself for packing your Sol De Janerio travel kit. Your mom gave you this before you headed off to college, in case you were going to spend the night at a teammate's apartment or go on a school trip. You undressed and hopped in the shower, tuning out that you were in Logan’s bathroom.
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Downstairs became a nightmare for Logan.
“So Logan, you’re not going to join her?” Dean teased.
“Lay off of him, Dean, he’s nervous around the poor girl,” Hannah said while holding a fruit knife mildly threatening him.
“She’s staying for dinner, right? No food allergies?” Tucker chimed in, seasoning some salmon before sticking them in the oven.
“I’m not sure, should I ask her?” Logan replied.
“Unless you want to land that girl in the hospital before her figure skating season, I suggest you go ask her.” Tucker spoke seriously.
Logan walked up to ask you, knocking on the bathroom door.
“Hey Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Tucker’s asking if you have food allergies. He’s making salmon, rice, and a cucumber salad.”
“That should be all good for me, I don’t have any.”
“Sounds good.”
“Hey Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“I forgot to ask about a towel. Can you bring one into the bathroom for me?”
“Sure.”
Logan walked across to his bedroom and neatly folded a towel. He went back and quietly opened the bathroom door, trying to place the towel carefully on the sink. He heard a quick rustle of the shower curtain opening and panicked, looking up at you. Fully naked. That turned him on immediately. The way your wet hair dripped along each curve of your body. He didn’t even know how fit figure skaters were. You had a small imprint of abs, muscular thighs, and a great ass. Not to even mention your breasts. They were perky and the perfect size for him. You were surprisingly clean-shaven down there, with nearly not a single hair on you.
“Sorry, here’s your towel.”
Logan quickly closed the bathroom door before cursing to himself about how stupid he was. He should've sent Hannah to drop off the towel.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Logan was distraught.
He noticed he had a giant boner from the sight of you. He wasn’t sure if he just messed everything up. He was still unsure of his feelings for Hannah, but with you, he felt at ease. He loved your sarcastic remarks and never gave in to his flirtatious moves. Even though you kept your ground, you still let him in bit by bit. Logan didn’t even bother to go downstairs. He waited for you in his room to apologize before you both had to sit down for dinner.
You were stunned, getting déjà vu, as if this hadn’t happened the other way around half an hour ago. You could hear Logan lightly pacing in the hallway before hearing him retreat to his room. You picked up the towel he neatly folded for you and dried yourself off before changing your clothes. You walked out with your hair still a little wet, holding your dirty clothes. You went into Logan’s room to see him on his bed, sitting as you had just put him in timeout. You put your clothes into a laundry bag you had stashed in your duffel.
“Hey”
“Hey, I’m so sorry about that, I should’ve knocked or something.” Logan kept glancing between you and the floor.
You walked towards him and sat next to him.
“Let’s just call it even? Ok?”
Logan stayed silent.
“I promise I’m not mad at you, ok? I mean I saw you naked too.”
Logan looked up at you. “Really? I feel like I completely invaded your privacy.”
You laughed, “How do you think I felt half an hour ago?”
You don’t know what compelled you, but you decided to kiss his cheek.
“Does that make you feel better?”
Logan was stunned. Logan looked at you with your damp hair and your old high school t-shirt. You smelled freshly of your Dove body wash and whatever good-smelling shampoo you put in your hair. Compared to Hannah, you smelled like fresh fruit from the farmer’s market, and he loved it.
“Y-Yeah, uh let’s go downstairs to help Tucker with dinner.”
Logan got up and reached out a hand to lead you downstairs. Once you reach the bottom, he lets go and asks Tucker if there is anything else the two of them can do to help. Tucker tasked you guys with setting the table. By the time Tucker was done plating all of the food to perfection. You all finally sat down for dinner, with Logan sitting on your right and Hannah sitting on your left. Dean was about to scarf the food down when Tucker swatted his hand so he could take a selfie to send to his mom. Then he let everyone eat. Everyone thanked Tucker and Hannah for cooking and for you and Logan for setting the table.
“So Y/N, talk to me, how is it tasting?” Tucker asked eagerly across the table
“It’s really good, thank you so much for cooking it.”
“What about the flavor profiles? Is there anything that sticks out or-”
“Dude, just let the girl eat.” Garrett chimed in, shutting Tucker down.
“The cucumber salad is really good”
“That was all, Hannah,” Tucker gestured a small applause towards her.
Garrett then kissed her on the cheek, proud of his little chef. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Logan’s jaw clench slightly at the sight of their brief PDA. You tapped Logan’s foot under the table to get his attention, and Logan began to look at you.
“Thanks for inviting me over. This was really nice.”
“Of course.”
Logan thought to himself that no other girl had ever thanked him when they stayed the night. You only stayed for an hour and were nothing but grateful for everything. He looked at Hannah and Garrett, then at you. He felt a small jump in his heart when he saw you smiling after each bite. You looked so happy eating the dinner that you had finished your meal before Logan.
“Damn, Y/N, you sure know how to pack food away,” Dean smirked.
“I might not be a 6-foot-whatsoever hockey player, but I’m still an athlete.”
Logan laughed at your response.
“And a good one at that.” Logan noted.
Everyone also finished their meals shortly, and you offered to take everyone's plates and wash them. But before you could turn on the sink, Tucker stopped you in your tracks.
“Woah, woah, woah, Y/N. You’re a guest. You definitely do not need to do the dishes. Also, my mom will kill me if I have a guest wash the dishes.”
You raised your hands in defeat but offered to wipe down the table, which Tucker obliged with. Logan was watching you openly help and talk with the guys. You looked so at home. It made his heart feel warm. Logan invited you to help load stuff for the fundraiser into his truck. The moment you stepped outside, you realized how cold it was. You kicked yourself for forgetting to bring a jacket. Logan noticed you rubbing the sides of your arms.
“Are you cold?”
“A little, I should be fine. I’ll go grab my jacket from the rink.”
“No offense sweetheart, but that jacket definitely smells like sweat and BO. Just grab something from my closet, dealer’s choice.”
“Thanks.”
You walked upstairs to Logan's room and found his closet. You grabbed the first hoodie you saw, which was a Briar U Hawks hoodie with his name on the back. You threw it over your head and realized how oversized it was. You even had little sweater paws that you rolled up so they wouldn’t get in the way of helping Logan move things. You immediately smelled the same warm leather and musk mixed with a hint of his laundry detergent. When you stepped back outside with another box, you noticed Logan smiling and walking towards you to take it.
Logan didn’t realize he had a thing for girls in his clothes until he saw you in his hoodie. He originally thought it was because he was jealous of Hannah in Garrett’s clothes, wishing it were his own. But seeing how oversized it was over your torso made Logan a little flustered.
“Sorry, the hoodie’s too big on you.”
“It’s alright, it's keeping me warm. Thanks.”
Logan caught himself staring at you for a little too long before you snapped him out of his trance.
“So, is there anything else we need to grab?”
“What? No, I think we got everything.”
You and Logan walked back inside, realizing it was almost time to leave. You grabbed your duffel from Logan’s room and accidentally heard a conversation you probably weren’t meant to hear.
“What do you mean you don’t have the signed jersey from your dad?”
“I told you I’m not speaking with him at the moment.”
“You couldn’t put your petty drama aside for a fundraiser? I’m sure your dad would gladly send one over. I’ve seen the Graham merchandise room.”
“It’s not that simple. It’s not like everyone has perfect relationships with their parents. It’s not my fault my dad is an NHL hockey star, and yours isn’t.”
“You know what? Fuck you, G. You didn’t have to go there.”
“Fuck you too, Logan, and your stupid fundraiser!”
Logan almost jumped across the table to punch Garrett, but Dean, Tucker, and Hannah stopped them before you rushed down the stairs. Hannah held Garrett and started lecturing the two of them.
“Guys! Stop it! You guys are best friends. Garrett, you know how much this fundraiser means to Logan. Logan, you know Garrett has a rocky relationship with his dad right now. Let’s focus on getting as much money as we can, ok?”
Both of them huffed, but it seemed to calm both of them down for now. You hated how much grasp Hannah had on Garrett and Logan. You could learn a thing or two. You grabbed Logan’s arm, suggesting that you two should leave to set up and also to get him away from Garrett. He harshly yanked his arm off you and stormed to the front door, slamming it. A part of your heart chipped away seeing him close off after one argument. Hannah looked at you with sympathy.
“Go catch up with him. I’ll talk some sense into Garrett, and we’ll see you both at the fundraiser.”
You walked out to see Logan sitting on the porch, his hands resting at the sides of his head.
“Hey, we should get going before people show up.”
Logan was still looking towards the ground.
You put your duffle down and sat next to him.
“Earth to Logan? We gotta go.”
“These kids really need the money. I need this fundraiser to go well.”
“I’m sure it will still go well. I invited Olivia and my whole team. I’m sure dozens of people will show up and donate.”
“I just know what it feels like, you dream to play a sport your whole life, but your family can barely afford it and don’t approve of it.”
His words hit home for you. When you were growing up, your dad always wanted you to play hockey. He was the one who got you on skates in the first place. He wanted you to play in college and go to the PWHL. But one ice skating video changed your life. It was 2010, and you were watching Yuna Kim’s free skate routine. Mainly because you loved her outfit, but the way she effortlessly spun and glided on that ice made you fall in love with figure skating. When you told your dad, he was heartbroken and stubborn. So stubborn that he had never once been to your competitive ice skating recitals.
“Yeah, I know what it’s like. My dad was furious when I told him I wanted to do ice skating.”
Logan looked up at you in confusion. “Why? You’re clearly very talented.”
“Do you want to know who my dad is?”
Logan nodded in anticipation.
“My dad is Mike Modano.”
Logan looked at you, as if he had never heard that name before.
“Ok, Boston boy, he’s huge in Dallas, he got them a Stanley Cup. He wanted me to play hockey my whole life. Despite my achievements, he still hasn’t attended my recitals, claims it’s not a real sport, or is busy with NHL appearances.”
Logan looked at you with sympathy. He wondered how a parent could be so heartless. It made him put Garrett’s dad into perspective. He can’t imagine the insane pressure Garrett must be under.
“Damn, why are hockey dads the worst?”
“Don’t count them all out, I have amazing NHL uncles who are great parents.”
You stood up and reached a hand out to Logan.
“So are we going to sit here and pout, or are we going to kick ass at this fundraiser?”
Logan grabbed your hand.
“Let’s go kick ass at this fundraiser.”
You smiled and grabbed your duffel, which Logan took out of your hands. He put it in the back with the rest of the stuff, and you both got into his truck. He reached out to grab your hand and made eye contact.
“Thanks, by the way.”
“Anytime, Boston boy.”
“You’re seriously going to start calling me that?”
“Until you brush up on your sports knowledge outside of Boston, yes.”
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Logan let go of your hand as he started driving to Malone’s. You both unloaded his truck and set up. It wasn’t too hard. You put out the silent auction cards while Logan hung up some fun decorations and checked in with the band. Shortly after, Garrett, Hannah, Dean, and Tucker show up to help and support. Garrett walked up to Logan, who was on the stage hanging up some streamers.
“Hey man, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I know getting a lot of money for this fundraiser means a lot to you.”
Logan jumped down to meet Garrett’s eye level.
“No worries, G, I’m sorry I said those things about your dad. I’m sure it’s hard having him breathe down your neck 24/7 about hockey.”
“As an olive branch…” Garrett brought out two box seat tickets for the New York Rangers.
“I know it’s not Boston, but I still wanted to help out.” Garrett looked apologetically.
“Thanks, G, you didn’t have to.” Logan brought him in for a hug.
You were sitting at the counter, talking to Allie and Hannah, making sure they had enough food and drinks for tonight, and if they needed any help serving. Garrett floated over to Hannah.
“How’d it go?” Hannah inquired.
“Strangely well, he also seemed empathetic about my dad for once,” Garrett responded.
“Not sure that has anything to do with you, does it?” Hannah pointed her head towards you.
You gave in, “Just gave him some perspective on life, that’s all.”
Garrett whispered a thank you before focusing back on Hannah. Eventually, it was time to start the fundraiser. Massive groups of people came in, from various athletic teams, theatre students, and even general students who were fans of the hockey team. Olivia eventually showed up and hugged you, complementing the setup. She also tried to inquire about the hoodie you were wearing and wouldn’t buy the “I was cold” sentiment. Olivia then walked off to greet some friends she had met at a few parties.
Eventually, your figure skating team showed up, and they all put down bids at the silent auction, bought raffle tickets, and requested a few songs. Towards the end of the night, Dean, who was emceeing, started listing the winners of each raffle. You had put your name down for a few, but definitely did not beat out the other students in the crowd. Dean then announced a last-minute live auction, a date with John Logan.
Dean, earlier that night, had been going on and on about how hot and single Logan was. Several girls came up to him, saying they’d be willing to pay hundreds of dollars even to have a chance to go on a date with him. You looked at Logan, who was busy collecting donations, and he turned to Dean with his face looking like he saw a ghost. He tried to argue, saying he hadn’t agreed to that before the girls started shouting dollar amounts. It was at times like these that you secretly wished you were dating Logan. You didn’t have much left and jokingly said $50. Logan looked at you offensively and headed over to you.
“I didn’t think you’d be willing to pay money to hang out with me.” Your smile lasted as long as another girl shouted $100. The bidding eventually reached $500. A girl sitting by the stage won and started jumping up and down. Logan looked back at you. What could you be jealous of? It’s not like you guys were dating. But Logan did something unexpected.
Logan started to walk towards the mic and swiped it out of Dean’s hand while trying to keep a smile.
“Ladies, ladies, while I appreciate the enthusiasm, I am unfortunately not up for auction.”
The girl looked immediately upset.
“But, how about you can keep your $500, and I give you these box tickets for free?”
The girl looked pleased and took the tickets. Logan then encouraged the other eager ladies to donate directly if they so choose. A few slipped some 5s and 10s his way. Why did he do that?
Logan walked back over to you, starting to count up the money for tonight.
“Wow, I can’t imagine turning down $500.”
“I just wanted people to donate for the right reasons. Selling my time the day I have to set up for a party isn’t ideal.”
So there was the real answer. Logan didn’t want to overbook himself. Why would he turn down a date? Cause he had feelings for you? Crazy for you to even think that. Logan counted up all of the money and realized he had raised more than enough to support the Hurricanes. He looked over the moon, running over to the mic.
“Hey everyone, I just wanted to thank you all for coming out tonight. I can officially announce that we raised over $2,000 for the Hurricanes! Thank you all again. This will help support so many kids who dream of playing hockey. Cheers!”
Everyone raised their glasses in celebration, and Logan briefly stopped to talk to the Hurricane’s organizers. They were thanking him, and he’d send them a check in the mail for the donation money. He then met your eyes with you before coming over to hug you. You let go of the hug, still holding onto his arms.
“I knew you could do it.” You smiled.
“Only cause you were here.” He smiled back.
Eventually, all of the other hockey teammates came over to congratulate him. Giving him little head rubs and big bear hugs. You had stayed late with him, his roommates, Hannah, and Allie to help take down decorations and clean up.
“Y/N, you really don’t have to stay.” Logan insisted.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s not like we have school tomorrow.” You stood up on a stool to take down some hanging stars from the ceiling.
Logan walked over subconsciously to hold onto the stool to make sure it was stable in case you fell. You noticed Logan behind you and smiled as you safely got down. You thanked him for packing everything back into boxes. They wanted to reuse some of the decorations for the party tomorrow. About an hour passed, and you let out an audible yawn, and Logan looked at you, concerned.
“Hey guys, do you mind finishing up without me? I’m going to take Y/N back to her dorm.” You were about to tell him it was fine until your eyes started to droop.
You probably should go to bed. The group assured him they’d leave it spotless, as they also said goodbye to you and Logan. Logan once again opened the car door for you and drove off to your dorm. On the way, you had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. When you guys arrived, Logan was nervous to wake you up. You looked so comfortable in his hoodie, leaning against the window. He brushed some of the hair out of your face. You looked beautiful, even without makeup. When he opened his car door, the noise woke you up, as you blinked, realizing you were back at your dorm. Logan opened the door for you and gave you a hand as you stepped out of the truck. He handed you your duffel. You quickly realized you were still wearing his hoodie.
“Oh, sorry, this is your hoodie.” You started to take off the hoodie.
“No.” Logan stopped you in your tracks. “You keep it, it's cold.”
He raised the hood over your head. And leaned in to kiss you lightly on the forehead.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight.”
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He waited for you to go safely into your dorm building. He didn’t want the night to end. Some part of him wished you had invited him up to your dorm room. But he can tell you were exhausted and needed the sleep. Plus, you looked so comfortable in that hoodie. He smiled bitterly as he drove back to Malone’s to pick up some more boxes.
You had wandered into your dorm room with Olivia’s night light on. Thank god Olivia was a heavy sleeper, she’s not the happiest when people wake her up from a nap. You changed out of your leggings and into sleep shorts. You briefly stepped into your ensuite bathroom to brush your teeth and tucked yourself into bed. You smelled Logan’s hoodie one last time before drifting off to sleep, wondering if this was all still real or if it was a dream.
Read part 3 here!
A/N: Thank you guys so much for the support in part 1! I never realized how much I missed writing, I hope you all enjoyed! And yes, there will be a part 3 coming soon! If you aren't already on the taglist and want to be added, be sure to comment!
Pairings: John Logan x FigureSkater!Y/N, mentions of John Logan x Hannah Wells
Genre: fluff (for now), hint of angst, yearning and crushes!
Warnings: some swearing, mentions of suggestive activity, Logan's and Y/N's perspective changes throughout (I tried my best to make it clear who's perspective it is)
Words: 6.4k
Summary: You are new to Briar U's competetive figure skating team, when John Logan wanted to use the rink to take his mind off things, he runs into you. But it creates more complications than he thought.
All John Logan wanted was a distraction from Hannah. His first thought was the ice. He could skate away all those feelings and brush up on hockey before the season starts. Unfortunately for him, the ice was already taken by you.
The semester had just started, and as a new freshman on Briar’s competitive figure skating team, you wanted a head start so you could secure a spot for singles free skate. You had been working on this routine for a while back home and wanted to test it out on the rink’s ice. Since no one was working at the rink during this time, you didn’t know how to get the music queued up to play in the stadium. So, you opted for your noise-canceling earphones and left your belongings on the hockey bench. You stretched on the bench before taking your skate guards off and gliding on the fresh ice. Your warm-up playlist was heavy EDM and hip hop, and you did a few turns and edge work to make sure you could safely land your jumps. Skating back to the bench, you queued up your routine song, “Beat It” by Michael Jackson. All summer, you watched the new Michael Jackson biopic and couldn’t get the song out of your head. The energy Michael brought to the performance in those old music videos is exactly what you wanted to emulate on the ice.
You started in the center and blocked out your jumps, turns, and some improvised choreography parts. After a few tests, you decided to properly run through the routine. That’s where John Logan first saw you. While Logan had Hannah running on his mind, he glanced up at you. You had black leggings wrapped snugly over your skates, a Briar U-branded Lululemon jacket, and a light blue sweatband. Logan had initially shouted a “Hey!” before realizing you definitely could not hear him. He tried waving his arms in the air and tapping on the glass, but nothing worked. Knowing there was no chance of getting your attention, he walked to the bench to put his gear down, noticing your things neatly placed on it. There was a beaten-up figure skating bag with a light blue “Y/N” engraved on it, along with some clear, glittery skate guards next to it. He also noticed your phone. Being the nosy guy he is, he tapped on it, showing a photo of you from your last high school showcase on the top of the podium, with a bright smile as you won. He looked at what was playing in your headphones and noticed the Michael Jackson song queued up. “I’m in for a show,” he thought and sat awaiting your performance.
Logan watched your little nerves before skating, fiddling with your fingers and pacing in a circle. But as the music started, you were faced away from Logan and too focused on your routine to even notice you were being watched. Logan couldn’t take his eyes off of you, watching every jump, spin, and occasional dance on the ice had him mesmerized. Even though you couldn’t hear it, he clapped after you finished every part. As you were reaching the end of your routine, you attempted to hit your triple lutz, and then you fell a little short, bobbled, and fell. Logan, concerned, immediately got up and skated towards you.
“Hey! Are you ok?”
“What?” You paused your music and saw a tall figure moving towards you.
“I said, are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Logan offered you a hand, and you grabbed it to help you back up. You noticed him in his hockey uniform and immediately panicked.
“Oh no, do you guys have hockey practice? I’m so sorry I’ll leav-”
“No, no, no, I just came here by myself to skate, but it seems the rink is already taken.”
“Do you want to split the rink? I can just work on jumps and turns and you can practice scoring or whatever drills you have to do.”
“Nah, it looks like you need the whole rink anyway, your routine looked impressive.”
“Thanks, it’s still a work in progress as you just saw.”
The room fell silent, and you realized you were still holding hands. You lightly blushed as you let go, reaching for your hair to fiddle with.
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name?”
“John, but everyone calls me Logan.”
“Logan?”
He spun to the back of his shirt as you saw “Logan” across it with big letters.
“Another player on the team is also named John so we just call each other by our last names.”
He spun back around to face you. Even with skates on, he was taller than you. He had messy brown hair that swooped perfectly in front of his face and innocent-looking puppy dog eyes.
“So, you’re not going to ask what my name is?”
“What if I already knew, Y/N?”
You looked at him in confusion, then remembered your old skate bag, which he'd definitely looked at. Hopefully, he didn’t get too close to see all the stains and a stash of granola bars.
“Damn my mother for engraving my bag with my name on it.”
Logan laughed at your sentiment.
“Anyways, I’m going to take a break if you want to use the ice.” You started to skate back towards the bench to grab your water bottle, but Logan followed closely behind you.
“So, you’re new to Briar?”
“Yeah, I just started this fall I’m a freshman.”
“What are you studying?”
“Business Administration and Finance”
“Woah, duel major. I’m also a Business Administration major.”
“Shocker.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t think most hockey players have time to sit in engineering or science labs while also playing a D1 sport.”
“Hey, it’s not impossible, not all hockey guys are dumb meatheads, some of them are pretty smart.”
“Emphasis on some.”
You two continued talking until Logan started to get a call. He picked up, and you heard a man’s voice asking where he was as they were waiting for him to get home, and something about “Drunk Shakespeare,” whatever that means. He hung up, saying he’ll be home soon.
“Sorry about that, my roommates just got back from a theatre thing and need help at home.”
“No worries, it’s getting late anyways I should head back to the dorms.”
“Do you need a ride? I can drive you back, and it’s dark out, it's not safe.”
“Sure.”
“Cool, just meet me right outside of the men’s locker room. I’m going to get changed out of my gear.”
Logan got up from the bench and walked to the locker room. You were busy getting your skates off and lost him on where he went. You wandered the arena, finding school newspapers highlighting the hockey team, one of which mentioned Logan as the lead scorer for the Briar U Hawks. You eventually see Logan walk out, wandering, looking for you, showing a small smile when you make eye contact with him.
“There you are, you ready to go?”
You nodded, putting the newspaper back, and walked outside towards his truck. He kindly grabbed your bag and threw it in the back with his stuff. He also opened and closed the door for you. You drove mostly in silence, and the song “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough” came on. You said you loved this song because it reminded you of the beginning of 27 Dresses, your favorite rom-com.
“27 Dresses? I’ve never seen it.”
“What?!” You stare at him, gobsmacked.
“Logan, you have to watch it one day. It has everything. Weddings, sister drama, unrequited love, its a classic.”
“Maybe I will.”
He pulled up to your freshman dorm, let you out, and handed you your things.
“Hey, sorry if this is weird but could I get your number?”
You stared at him, confused.
“Just so our rink time doesn’t overlap, unless you want it to.”
You blushed and were flustered, but you gave in and punched in your number into his phone. He texted you to verify you had his number. He was waiting in his car until you scanned your ID into your dorm hall and closed the door. Then you saw him drive off, knowing you were safely back in your dorm. You eventually got back to your room, and your roommate, Olivia, was sitting at her desk doing work.
You and Olivia met at orientation, and instantly hit it off. Olivia was a psychology major and a party girl. She was a lacrosse player, so her season wasn’t until spring, meaning she had plenty of free time. Most days, she’s out of the room or finishing work up until the weekend so she can party guilt-free. Perks of being a psychology major, I guess. You didn’t party much. You wanted to ensure you could keep up your grades while still focused on skating, whether it was living in Excel sheets or writing about business case studies.
“Hey, look who’s back. You were at the rink for a while. Did the routine work out?”
“Kinda, I ran into a hockey player, he was very nice.”
Olivia immediately turned around with stars in her eyes. “No way. Who?”
“His name was John? But he goes by Logan. He dropped me off just now.”
Olivia’s face was frozen. You looked at her, unsure whether something you said had worried her.
“No way. You met. The John Logan??”
“Yeah, why is he a total jerk or something?”
“No, he’s like one of the biggest hockey stars on campus. Not to mention he’s hot as hell. Rumors have it he’s amazing in bed.”
“Gross, I did not need to know that.”
Unfortunately, Olivia was right about the hot part.
“So? What happened tell me all the details?”
“Nothing, we just chatted, he drove me home, and gave me his number.”
“You have his number?! Do you know how many girls would wrestle you to get that?”
I rolled my eyes at Olivia.
"It’s not that big of a deal. He’s just a guy."
“A guy who is totally into you. Wait, you should ask him if we could come to the hockey party on Saturday!”
“There’s no way I’m going to a party, my season is almost starting, and I really want to get a spot for a free skate program this year.”
“You got that in the bag when you got in here babe, not everyone is a junior and senior back to back skate champion. The party is also to kick off the hockey season, just one party, please.”
At this point, Olivia is holding onto my arm. I tell her a maybe, but no promises, I just met the poor man. She cheers giddily. In my bed, I open my laptop and search for “John Logan.” I watch a few hockey clips, huh, he is pretty good.
“And he looks good doing it!” Olivia says over her laptop.
You couldn’t help but be nosy about the numbers. The business and finance side of you looked at his statistics, and they were pretty good for hockey standards. He could probably be drafted into the NHL when he graduates. Your family is from Detroit, so naturally, they were all Detroit Red Wing fans. Your dad made you memorize players and stats so you knew who to look out for and who the star players are on other teams. But school has been eating up your time, so you barely paid attention to any of Briar U's players. You just knew that one player, Garrett Graham, was drafted for the Bruins, since it was plastered all over the hockey team’s page. Whatever, John Logan probably has millions of girls ogling over him anyway. What’s a freshman like you going to do?
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John Logan couldn’t stop thinking about you. When he reached the hockey house, he got out of his car and walked in. He saw Tucker and Dean in the kitchen making drunk grilled cheeses, and a watermelon was peacefully sitting next to Tucker. John put his hockey bag down and joined them in the kitchen.
“Heyyy, where’d you go, pretty boy, the rink?” Dean inquired.
“Yeah I went to skate for a bit, how was Drunk Shakespeare?”
“Those theatre kids can really drink, I mean, we could barely keep up,” Tucker giggled, almost missing the plate for his grilled cheese. “You want one, Logan?”
“Nah, I’m good, hey, do you guys know anyone on the figure skating team?”
Tucker and Logan immediately looked towards Dean.
“Hey now, just because I’ve been with a lot of women does not mean I know everyone.”
Logan stared at Dean with raised eyebrows.
“Ok, maybe I slept with one of the team captains. Why are you asking lover boy?”
“I just ran into one at the rink, Y/N, she was really nice.”
“Oh god, I’ve heard her name before. Erin, the captain, complained about her. Said she was going to skate circles around her, and she might make captain as a freshman. The girl’s wicked good.”
Logan proceeded to look your name up and found a YouTube video of your Senior Skate Champion routine. You skated to Afterglow by Taylor Swift. Logan recognized the costume from your lockscreen. You looked flawless.
“Holy shit.”
“Told you she was good, no wonder Erin needed the worries fucked out of her,” Dean smirked.
“Alright, Dean, calm down, sweet Tucker is right there.”
Tucker was happily eating his grilled cheese, not really paying attention to the conversation, focused on protecting his watermelon away from Dean. Logan couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He eventually excused himself and brought his hockey bag up to his room. He took a quick shower before lying in bed, looking up every single one of your performances. He felt like a stalker, but he was mesmerized by every routine you did. While stalking, he found your Instagram and debated whether to send a follow request. He figured it was too soon and probably would come off as creepy, so he laid off that idea for now. Logan then suddenly realized he wasn’t thinking of Hannah anymore, so talking to you could be the solution. For once, Logan went to sleep with a clearer mind, no longer worried about hearing Garrett and Hannah or running into her in the house.
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The next morning, Logan gets a text from Tucker.
Tucker: Hey, I accidentally double-booked myself, and I’m going to miss my financial accounting class. Could you just write down my name for attendance at the end of class? It’s worth 20% of my grade 🥺
Logan replied that he’d go. He’d already taken the class and was free, so it wasn't like he needed to pay attention. He brought his laptop to do other work instead. Little did he know he had already forgotten who he’d run into.
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You had just woken up, noticing your laptop tab was still open on John Logan's hockey highlights. You closed the tab and realized you needed to be in your financial accounting class in 10 minutes. Luckily, Olivia was already out of the dorm, having classes all day. You rushed to get ready, grabbed your bag, and sped down the dorm hall to your class. Conveniently, the freshman dorms were closest to campus, so you were only about a 5-minute walk from class. You had gotten there just in time, and the teaching assistant announced that the professor was running late, so class would start in 10 minutes. Great, you rushed over to class for nothing. So you opened your laptop to catch up on the material the professor would cover in class and to organize your notes. Then you heard the door open, and the girls started chattering and whispering to each other a lot. You assumed the professor was here, so you looked up, but saw no one. Then a familiar figure walked towards you in your row.
“Hey,” Logan said and sat down next to you.
“What are you doing in a freshman accounting class?”
“One of my roommates can’t make it and wanted me to get his attendance points for him.”
“How kind of you.”
You watched as other girls in your class stared at Logan and tried to wave to get his attention. He would wave back occasionally, but would keep his eyes on you.
“So, you don’t sit with any of your friends?”
“I like to sit alone so I can focus during class.”
“So studious of you, and what happens if someone does distract you?”
“I ignore them.”
“Harsh, do you ever do anything else besides school and skate?”
“Unless I went to an easier school that wasn’t an Ivy League, maybe I’d have time for parties and attending classes for my friends.”
Amidst your banter with Logan, the professor walked in, and the room fell silent as everyone was preparing for class. The professor mentioned that your first exam is coming up next week and that last year’s class had an average grade of 65, so he hopes your class will do better this time around. Logan chuckled at the statement, causing you to shoot daggers into his eyes.
“What? Don’t look at me like that I got a 90 on that exam.” Logan whispered
“Bullshit,” You whispered back.
Logan got really close to your ear, causing you to get goosebumps.
“If you don’t believe me, sweetheart, why don’t I show you?”
You felt your ears turn red as Logan pulled up his report card from freshman year, showing that he got an A in this class as well, and made the Dean’s Honor List for that semester.
“Fine, I’ll give you that one.”
Logan smiled with satisfaction.
“But…can’t say your freshman year hockey performance was any good,” You fired back.
“Excuse me?” Logan looked offended that you even questioned his hockey skills.
“You had 5 goals and 8 assists that whole season.”
“I barely played, I was a freshman.”
“That wasn’t an excuse for Garrett Graham. He had over 10 in both goals and assists.”
Logan clenched his jaw in jealousy. He was about to speak when your professor asked people to quiet down for the side conversations.
“We're not done with this conversation,” Logan quickly added before going back to his laptop to do other work.
In the silence of the class, all you can hear is Logan's phone buzzing repeatedly. You nudged him, thinking he was getting a call. But he flipped his phone over to show that it was filled with hundreds of Snapchat messages from girls. No shocker there. He whispered a “Sorry” and put his phone on Do Not Disturb. The rest of class went without Logan bothering, with only an occasional text asking you when you plan to skate at the rink again or commenting on the people watching he was doing. For example, someone in front of you was playing Minecraft, building some crazy structure.
When class ended, some girls rushed to Logan, forming a blockade in your row. All of them were talking to him about hockey and, more importantly, the party on Saturday. They were blocking your exit, and you were planning to go to the library to meet Olivia to do some work. You tried to cough or say excuse me, but they wouldn't budge.
“Can you guys finish this meet and greet later? I gotta get to the library.”
You saw all the girls glare and roll their eyes at you as they refocused their attention back to Logan.
“I'm very sorry ladies, we have to head to the library for a study group.”
Logan then escorted you away from the crowd, both of you signed the attendance sheet, and you walked outside the building.
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“Didn't take you for the jealous type,” Logan chirped.
“I just wanted to get to the library, I have a lot of work and studying to do.”
Once you are outside of the building, you see a tall hockey guy with curly hair and a brunette girl with bright blue eyes next to him. You see him wave to Logan as Logan waved back at him. You knew that was Garrett Graham and Hannah Wells. Olivia religiously followed Fifth Line and made you look through the account once you mentioned you ran into John Logan. As they got closer, you noticed Logan freeze up. You could poke him, and he still wouldn’t budge.
“Hey Logan, who’s this?” Garrett asked.
“Uh, this is Y/N, she’s on the figure skating team.”
“I’m Hannah and I love your top! Where’s it from?” Hannah asked.
“It’s from Aerie, it’s my favorite color light blue.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Garrett. Hannah and I are heading back to the house. Do you guys need a ride?” Garrett asked Logan
You watched as Hannah and Garrett looked at Logan for an answer, but you could see the look on his face. He was staring at Hannah and smiling the whole time. You swore you saw a little blush form on his cheeks.
“Oh, sorry, I remembered I had to text Tucker about something, what did you say?”
“Do you need a ride back to the house?” Hannah inquired.
Logan looked at you, then back at Hannah. “Actually, I was going to go with Y/N to the library to do work.”
“Work? Since when do you-” Garrett spoke before Logan cut him off.
“We happen to have a very important group project for…economics.”
“I thought you already took econ-” Garrett said, trying to interject.
“She needs my help with the homework, right? Y/N?”
Not wanting to watch Logan dig himself into a deeper hole, you went along with it.
“Uh, yeah, he’s going to teach me about game theory, really exciting stuff.”
“Alright, then I’ll see you at the house, buddy,” Garrett replied before walking away.
“Bye, Logan! Bye Y/N, it was nice to meet you!” Hannah said, and you can see Logan’s eyes light up.
You didn’t know what was going on, but for some reason, your throat dried a little. Was I feeling jealous? Over a guy I just met? I really need to talk to more guys. Logan refocused his attention on you once they were far enough away.
“Sorry about them, Garrett’s one of my roommates and that’s his tutor, Hannah.”
“What’s Garrett getting tutored in?”
“Some philosophy class. Anyways, you don’t mind if I crash your study session, unless it's a study date?”
“In your dreams, I’m meeting my roommate there and I need to study for this exam.”
“Why don’t I help you? Give you some old exams and help answer questions?”
“Don’t you have your own work to do?”
“How about this. I will help you tutor in exchange for a library cafe coffee and a ham and swiss croissant.”
“No.”
“Oh, c’mon, do you think your roommate is going to be annoyed if I’m there?”
“If you’re being as annoying as you are now, probably.”
“Probably isn’t a no, plus I have about 3 hours until practice anyway. Please?”
Logan steps in front of you and pouts with his huge puppy dog eyes. He looks like a giant golden retriever who’s begging to spend time with you. While you are stunned looking at him, he lowers his head to your height and whispers in your ear.
“You know, if you want a different form of payment, that can also be arranged.”
Your ears begin to feel hot again, and you are flustered as he narrows his face really close to yours. You look away from him and respond.
“Fine, you can come.”
You look back at him and see the biggest smile form across his face. You’ve never seen him this happy, of course, besides 5 minutes ago when he was looking at Hannah.
“But, I’m buying you a coffee and croissant, don’t get too excited.”
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You text Olivia to ask where she is in the library, and you follow the directions to find her in a private study room with a table, four chairs, and a whiteboard. You knock on the door and let yourself in with Logan following behind you.
“What’s up, y/-” Olivia stopped in her tracks, realizing Logan was behind you happily munching on his croissant, which you just bought him.
“Olivia, this is John Logan, but he goes by Logan. Logan, this is Olivia, my roommate.”
“Nice to meet you Olivia.” Logan reached out his hand.
“Likewise,” Olivia replied, still a little too stunned, realizing that John Logan was in front of her right now.
“So, Y/N what are you studying for?” Olivia looked back at you in anticipation.
“Financial accounting, I have an exam next week. Logan’s here to help me because he got an A in this class.”
“Uh-huh,” Olivia spoke with a hint of doubt, suggesting that she thinks that’s definitely not the only reason Logan is here right now, but is going along with it.
You bring out your full studying ecosystem, the hardcover textbook, iPad, and laptop, along with your color-coded tabs and highlighters. Logan looked at you like he’s been studying wrong his whole life. Now this was how you study. Logan went through his fraternity’s drive to find old exams, printed them, and stapled them all. He timed you and watched you as you scribbled and erased through every exam. At the end, he would look at the answer key and grade them for you.
The first one, you didn’t do that badly, and you got an 80 on it, but you really wanted an A on this exam. Logan moved closer to you, so your shoulders touched, and he helped you figure out where you went wrong and where you mixed up a concept. He felt warm, and you can now smell his cologne: sandalwood, leather, and light musk. He smelled damn good. He gave you another back exam, and it was actually the one Logan took his year. You tried your best with everything Logan had taught you and handed it back to him for grading. You were second-guessing yourself as he graded it, thinking you'd messed up some math or that your rounding was off. When Logan was done, he made a face, which worried you even more.
“God, I did worse didn’t I?”
You started to sink into your chair.
“I’ve never seen a score like this before.”
“Just tell me!”
Logan then flipped the test around to a perfect 100. You cheered and brought him in for a hug. You and Logan were so busy jumping and celebrating that you didn’t realize his arms were resting around your waist. You both let go and sat back in your seats. You can see Olivia peaking with a giant grin across her face before hiding back into her work.
“Thanks for the help, Logan.”
“Anytime sweetheart, you’re going to kill it.”
Logan looked at the time and realized he needed to head home to grab his gear and get to practice.
“Oh shoot, I gotta go, just remember what I taught you and you can keep all of the back exams. Text me if any questions come up.”
Logan packs up his stuff, waves goodbye to you and Olivia, and closes the door of the study room.
Olivia takes her headphones off and stares at you like it's an interrogation.
“Well, well, well.”
“Don’t start.”
“You know for a hockey player, he’s pretty smart.”
“Yeah. He is.”
“And he knows how to flirt.”
“He was not flirting! He was helping me.”
“The way you were hugging each other, you’d think you two won a bidding war for a house.”
“Oh shut up.”
You hide your embarrassed face behind your work, looking down at the exams Logan graded for you, and seeing that 100 in red ink feels really good. But you were overthinking his interaction with Hannah. Was something going on? Is there something you missed between them?
“Hey Olivia?”
“What’s up?”
“What do you know about Hannah Wells? I know she’s been on some of the Fifth Line posts, and Logan mentioned she was tutoring Garrett.”
“Well, according to Fifth Line, she was at the hockey house helping Garrett tutor. they went up to his bedroom and…well you should know the rest. Why did she say something to you?”
“No, she was very sweet, Logan just seemed a little awkward with her I don’t know. You’d think they were exes or something.”
“Oh? You’re getting jealous of Logan now?”
“What? No. I just want to know if he’s ok and stuff.”
“Ok and stuff? Babe, just don’t worry about him ok? He’s a big boy and can handle himself.”
“I guess.”
You still pandered on the way he looked at Hannah. It was similar to when Olivia found out you met John Logan. It made you question why he’d waste time with a freshman who can’t even do basic accounting. But were you developing feelings for him? No. You barely know him. But the way he’d send flirty remarks would make you buckle your knees. Was he interested in me? Or does he just flirt like that with all the other girls? I mean, you saw his phone. He’s got lines of girls waiting for the chance to sleep with him. After going in circles about this for 5 minutes, you get a text from your figure skating group chat. It's from Erin.
Hey girlies! I just wanted to let you all know that the men’s hockey team invited us to a joint figure skating and ice hockey season kick-off party on Saturday. The theme is fire and ice, so wear red and black or blue and white. Like this message if you are interested in coming! New girls on the team are welcome to come too!
You stared at that message in panic, and Olivia immediately noticed your face.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“The team just got invited to the hockey party on Saturday.”
“Are you going to go?”
“I don’t know.”
“You should! Not only could you spend time with Logan, but you could also meet some other guys there too. I’d be fun to go to a college party before your season starts.”
“I guess, but I have nothing to wear.”
“Girl, do you know who you’re talking to? I give you permission to raid my party clothes drawer, if you secure me an invite, deal?”
You giggle at Olivia and agree by liking Erin's message. This will be a fun weekend, I guess.
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At practice, Logan felt like he was on cloud nine, playing well and reminiscing about the time he had with you at the library. He noticed how you’d bite your lip or fidget with your pencil when you were thinking. When you guys were close together, he still remembers you smelled like sweet strawberries and jasmine. He looked at you with the sunlight glimmering in your hair and glowing off your skin. If he could, he would take a picture of this moment.
“What’s got you in a good mood, Logan?” Tucker asked when they were sitting on the bench.
“Nothing, just woke up on the right side of the bed today.”
“Is it cause of Y/N?” Garrett chimed in as he came off the ice.
“Y/N? The figure skating girl? What happened now?” Tucker replied.
“Logan went to help her with economics today,” Garrett said, looking at Logan, who refused to make eye contact with him.
“Logan has a soft spot for the skater girl, I see,” Tucker replied, nudging him on the bench.
“What is this about skater girls?” Dean jumped into the conversation as he got off the ice, and Tucker was called to go out.
“Logan’s talking to Y/N, who’s on the figure skating team.” Garrett catches Dean up to speed on the conversation.
“Oh, that’s perfect, cause I just invited the women’s figure skating team to our party on Saturday, time to make your move, Logan,” Dean smirked.
“I never said I was making any moves on anyone.” Logan bitterly spat back.
“Ok, sensitive, you don’t have to make a move on anyone if you’re not comfortable,” Dean replied in a baby voice, pinching at Logan’s cheeks.
“Hey, do you guys mind if Wellsy comes?” Garrett added while changing the conversation.
“Yeah, why not? She’s been helping you keep your grades up. She deserves a party for that alone.” Dean replied, which made Logan's stomach turn. Even the thought of seeing Hannah in party clothes turned him on. But quickly, those feelings turned to guilt as he was unsure of Garrett’s feelings for Hannah and his own for you. Garrett’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“And uh, you guys invited your frat, right?” Garrett inquires of Dean.
“Yup, Beau texted me a list of who’s coming, you can take a look after practice.”
Dean and Logan were then called onto the ice. Logan began to overthink about you and Hannah being in the same place at a party. He missed some passes and missed an open shot. Tucker chirped at Logan on the ice, “Man, what happened to you playing good? Focus!” That was a blow to Logan’s brain, so much for getting over Hannah.
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In the locker room, the conversation only got worse.
“So, Logan, are you going as fire or ice?” Tucker was innocently asking.
“I’m not sure yet.” Logan just wanted to pack up and leave before he had to think about you and Hannah again.
“Maybe you should text Y/N what she’s going as, you know what they say, opposites attract,” Dean added while getting dressed.
“G, what are you and Hannah going as?” Logan said, trying to change the subject.
“I’m probably going as ice, since you know, we’re hockey players and all. Hannah mentioned she found a red top, so I’m assuming she’s fire.”
Logan, remembering your favorite color was light blue, you definitely were coming as ice. But should he match or should he change it up and match with Hannah? Or would that be crossing a line with Garrett? It was too much to think about all at once. Garrett offered to drive Logan back while Dean and Tucker went out to get snacks and drinks for the party. This was Logan’s chance to gauge Garrett and Hannah’s relationship.
“So, you and Wellsy? Are you guys dating?”
“Yeah, you could say that. We’ve been spending a lot of time together.”
“So you like her then?”
Garrett went silent.
“Yeah, I do. Why is there something I should know?”
“Nah, I just didn’t know how you felt about her. Wasn’t sure if it was just tutoring or something else.”
“It started as tutoring, and then we started to date, what’s there not to get?”
“I thought you didn’t do girlfriends, remember Kendall?”
“Kendall and I talked things out, we’re cool now. Why do you care anyway?”
“I just wanted to get some advice for Y/N I guess.” Logan lied through his teeth.
“Oh, well, just get to know her, dude. I’m sure if it works out it will and if it doesn’t, then you move on to the next chick. I mean, I would’ve never met Hannah if I didn’t break things off with Kendall.”
Well fuck, Logan thought, I’m the asshole who likes his best friend's girlfriend. But maybe Y/N would be a good distraction for the party. So, Logan decided to text you.
Logan: Hey, are you coming to the party on Saturday?
Y/N: Yeah! I’m going. A bunch of girls on my team were invited.
Logan: Cool, what are you going to go as?
Y/N: I have a lot of blue options, so I’m probably going to go as ice. What about you?
Logan: Not sure yet, guess you’ll have to come to find out 😉
Y/N: 🙄
Y/N: Do you mind if Olivia comes too? She’s been wanting to come to a hockey party.
Logan: Sure, more the merrier.
He hated how easy it was to talk to you. Other girls, his flirting would make them swoon. But with you, he’d always be met with sarcasm or an unimpressed reply. He liked that and found it a challenge, something to work for.
“Is Y/N coming?” Garrett asked while looking at Logan’s phone
“Yeah, she’s going to be with her team.”
“Nice, you can have some time to talk rather than studying in a library.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
When Logan got home, he went straight to his room to process his thoughts. He wasn’t sure if he actually liked you or if you were just a distraction away from Hannah. To answer his spiraling, he saw a follow request on Instagram, it was from you. A few minutes later, you accepted his request, and Logan immediately went digging. Your feed was nothing surprising, mostly figure skating and occasional photo dumps of you and your friends having fun. Logan’s, in comparison, gave you almost nothing. Just one picture of him from hockey. You did dig through the comments to find girls commenting on how hot he looked. Even his tagged photos did not show much, only finding group hockey photos or ones from his roommate’s feed. You did find one photo of him and Hannah together, but in a group photo. Still, it made your heart drop a little.
Little did you both know that you were trying to figure each other out before the party. What was their type? Have they been in relationships before? Why can’t I stop scrolling through their feed?
As both you and Logan stared at your ceilings, conflicted about what to do. The party is in 2 days, and what signals did you both want to give off? Logan didn’t know whether to distract himself with you or try to talk to Hannah. He didn’t want to hurt you, but also didn’t know how it wouldn’t hurt him to see Hannah all over Garrett. You thought about giving Logan space and avoiding him, but you can’t help but always look for him in a room. Logan can easily get other girls, but you? You were unsure if you even had the ability to flirt with other guys.
Only time will tell what they’ll choose to do.
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Read Part 2 Here!
A/N: Hey everyone! For those new to my page and long-awaited followers (like 4 years or something crazy like that IM SORRY T-T), I’m back! For a long time, I didn’t think I would get back into writing, but Off-Campus has helped me do so. For a longer explanation of what’s going on, please read my post here! And yes, I am intending to do a part 2, so please comment if you want to be on the tag list! Thank you so much for reading!
Hey everyone, I apologies for going MIA for so long, I was busy with school and other things happening in my life. But, I recently have gotten back into writing and I miss posting fanfictions and requests from everyone. Some general updates I want to give before I re-open my requests:
I am not as big of a NCTzen/K-Pop as I was a few years ago, but I will still take requests about the NCT boys and other groups. Yes I am aware of the MANY changes that have happened. Also, I am very happy for Mark for starting his own label and getting to grow his life beyond NCT.
Depending on the requests and drafts that were sitting in my account and collecting dust, I will post them or delete them depending on how comfortable I feel writing them. If you suddenly think of a request, feel free to send it in!
I've gotten into Heated Rivalry and Off-Campus! I would love to take requests from those who are also fans or new fans to my page, so do not be shy to send them in! Also please show some love for my new fics!
I will be rebranding my masterlist navigation so it's more seperated out into shows/fandoms that I have written for. All the content and fics you love for my old followers will still be there, I have no intention of deleting them. Unless due to upcoming or recent news, then those fics have been deleted.
Mea Bella (a series I started and quickly ended) will still be a WIP, but I do have intention to finish the storyline if there is interest in it.
I will still keep my username and general branding as usual, so do not worry about me changing my whole blog page and colors/branding.
I'm so excited to post new things and explore new fandoms as they come along. If there are other franchises/groups/fandoms I suddenly get a passion for, I will send an update about those requests being available.
To my loyal followers, thank you so much for your long awaited comeback, and to my new followers, enjoy as much as you can on my page.
May I req for Johnny x idol!y/n and like their first public appearance at an award after being caught by dispatch... I hope it isn't too much for me to ask this~ TQ!!
Btw I LOVE your Mark and Johnny's fic
-ty sm! I hope you enjoy your request!
This was your worst nightmare. With your phone blowing up and non stop paparazzi, you didn’t know what do you. After dispatch had leaked that you and Johnny were dating, your company had contacted you about whether or not it was true. You had called Johnny asking him for advice and what you guys had to do. Johnny was tired of beating around the bush and confirmed it with SM already. You obliged, agreeing to confirm the rumors.
Later that afternoon both SM and your company released this statement.
“We have talked to both parties and they both can confirm that they are in a relationship. We ask that you ask no further questions at this time.”
Fuck, it’s in the air now I guess. Your phone was flooded with a mix of hate comments and support, not to mention your follower counts going down. You felt like it was the end of your career. You started getting flashbacks to other idols, seeing how people handled their relationships whether it was with another idols or private. They were not good.
Your manager cancelled the rest of your activities for the week, so your promotion and appearances wouldn’t be affected by this, hoping it would die down in a week. Then, you remember that the following week you had to appear at an award show Johnny was also attending. This could not get any worse. Your phone buzzed and your manager reminded you that you and NCT 127 were going to compete in a music bank award.
You could feel the world crumbling around you. You just stayed at home eating your heart away, getting takeout and watching Korean dramas on the TV. You heard your doorbell ring, assuming it was your takeout but then you opened the door to see Johnny. He was about to speak when you slammed the door in his face.
You looked at your door camera to see Johnny pout and beg into the camera for you to open the door again. You didn’t budge. He started singing your songs loudly in the hallway while dancing to your choreography and you got embarrassed, opening the door scolding him to stop and come inside. Johnny surprisingly read your mind and brought you some of your favorite foods and snacks.
“Why are you here?”
“I can’t also enjoy my week off with my pretty girlfriend?” He said innocently.
“You got bored at the dorm didn’t you?”
“You caught me, besides your place is much bigger and less noisy.”
You laughed as you hugged him and he kissed the top do your head while rubbing your back.
“How have you been holding up?”
“Not good.”
He lifted your chin up.
“I can tell, your eyes are a little puffy.”
The the door rang again, that was definitely your takeout.
Johnny stared at you shocked,
“Are you cheating on me?!“ with a dramatic voice.
“Relax you big baby, I ordered some pizza.”
“PIZZA!”
You opened the door and thanked the delivery man and handing him a tip. You placed the pizza on the counter, leaving to go wash your hands. When you came back you already saw Johnny with a slice in his hands about to eat it. You slapped his shoulder yelling at him that the pizza wasn’t for him. But you obliged to his puppy eyes begging you to let him eat some.
“So what’s going to happen next week?”
“What do you mean?”
“My manager reminded me that we’re going to be at MAMA and then music bank later on next week.”
“We just do what we normally did, ignore each other, respectfully. Also aren’t you performing at MAMA?”
“Shit, I completely forgot about that, I’m going to get a black ocean for sure.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, I’m going to message nctzens to keep their light sticks on for you, so you don’t feel scared.”
“Aww thanks.”
“Anything for you, besides, your song is really good to shake a light stick to.”
You laughed as you and Johnny spent the week together like it was quarantine, you had fun playing board games, watching movies and shows, and cooking together. Maybe next week wasn’t going to be so bad.
I lied. It was bad. The moment you stepped out of your car for MAMA, billions of paparazzi was pointing their cameras as you, asking millions of questions about Johnny. You skipped the red carpet event to avoid any other paparazzis and went straight into the green room. Unfortunately, Johnny also got mobbed by paparazzi, but couldn’t skip the red carpet event because he was with NCT 127.
You were shaking in the green room nervous about the performance and the audiences reaction to you. You hadn’t performed and sang live in a while, you felt like you were debuting again. Then you get a text from Johnny,
“Go kill it out there, I’ll be there supporting you.”
That made you smile, that’s all you needed to get up from your nervous self and you walked backstage fidgeting, listening to the group performing before you. Then it was your turn. You got on your platform that was going to lift you up in a grand entrance before you started singing your song. You saw that the nctzens still had their light sticks on for you as you sang and danced. Even some of your fans also sang along and screamed the loudest, which made you feel really good. During your dance break you saw some of your idol friends cheering for you, and you felt loved again. When you were done, people were screaming and cheering. You bowed and ran back to your manager squealing and jumping. You changed out of your performance outfit and back into award show attire.
When you returned, other groups and idols stood up to bow and greet you. When you reached Johnny, he smiled at you the brightest. He saw that your seats were further down a staircase, and he grabbed your hand and helped guided you down and made sure you had a blanket for your dress and were comfortable. You thanked him and playfully shooed him away. He ran back up to his group members who were laughing at him.
You cheered for the other groups and enjoyed other performances for the rest of the night. You got back home safely and passed out from exhaustion, at least it wasn’t the worst.
The next morning, you saw billions of news articles,
“Johnny supporting y/n is the cutest thing we’ve seen this week”
“Nctzens keep their light sticks on in support of y/n”
“Johnny and y/n interactions that made us blush”
“Johnny being a gentlemen, hypeman, and fanboy at MAMA for y/n”
You laughed at all the tabloids, not seeing many being super negative. So that made you more confident throughout the week until you had to go on Music Bank.
At Music Bank you and Johnny showed up at different times, there were fans outside screaming and supporting you both as always. NCT 127 had to perform before you so you watched them practice and perform dozen of times while you were getting ready. After Johnny was done, he surprised you by stopping by your green room with the other members. He was playing with your curled hair and pretending to be your makeup artist tickling you with brushes. You also greeted the other members, catching up with them. They all said goodbye leaving you to get ready to perform.
When you got on stage for a sound check, you saw a couple of your fans in the audience cheering along to your songs. Then when you had to perform, confetti had to come out of cannons near the stage, so you walked up and warned the fans to back up a little so they won’t get hurt. You performed with dozens of cheers and excitement when the confetti blasted. When you finished you felt like you got a rush of energy, bowing dozens of times to staff and your fans in the audience.
Then came the awards, NCT 127 against you, Music Bank always made you nervous, seeing the scores and then debating if your math skills were right that day. You both stood on opposite sides of the stage as you watched the numbers be presented on the screen. You were looking and then, you won. You won?! The MCs congratulated you, walking over to hand you your award. You thanked them and you bowed to NCT 127 thanking them too. Johnny ran over to quickly hug you, and whispered,
“I’m so proud of you.”
You thanked him as he was about to run off stage, as your song started to play for you to perform for the end of the show. NCT 127 came back on and you teasingly gave them all the mic to sing the song. They also danced alongside you and you had such a fun time with them. This is the happiest you’ve been in a while. Maybe it was all worth it.
would you be so willing to write a sequel to 11:51? 🥺 i’m really curious as to what happened after jaehyun found out about y/n confession
-I’d love too, this concept has always been one of my favorites!
Jaehyun didn’t know how to feel, did he make a mistake? Is that why you painted that selfie? Jaehyun felt crushed. He didn’t know whether to chase after you while Rochelle is waiting for him in her car. He kept looking at you running away, and back at Rochelle.
“I’m sorry Rochelle.”
Jaehyun dashed after you, calling out your name, begging you to stop running before you slip and fall. Since it had just rained the rocks and grass were slippery, you didn’t watch where you were going and you tripped on a rock falling down on your knees. You heard Jaehyun screaming your name after seeing you fall.
Jaehyun caught up with you and your eyes had already been filled with tears, hopefully he just thought it was because you fell. Jaehyun suggested you go to the nurse, hoping that they are still here, you were telling him it was fine, but he kept nagging you to go. You agreed and Jaehyun picked you up, carrying you to the nurse’s office.
“You really need to be careful next time sweetie, especially when it just rained outside, the grass gets really muddy and slippery. So just be careful next time ok?” The nurse explained.
The nurse then left you and Jaehyun alone, while she went to go take a call.
“You didn’t need to take me, I could’ve gone by myself.”
“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothings wrong with that, besides don’t you have to do something with Rochelle later?”
“I don’t know about that, I just want to make sure you’re ok and you get home safe,”
“I don’t understand why you’re being so persistent about it.”
“I just saw someone I care about a lot almost fall face first on the ground.”
“YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME!”
The room fell silent.
“What do you mean? Of course I care about you.”
“You don’t care about me the way I care about you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what, never mind.”
You got up starting to walk out of the nurses office to go home when Jaehyun stopped you by pulling your arm.
“Do you want me to walk you home?”
“No.”
“Do you need someone to walk you home?”
“No.”
“Are you going to walk with someone home?”
“No.”
“Great, then I’ll walk home with you.”
“Wh- oh, you suck.”
Jaehyun laughed as you looked defeated but still mad. You had a cute little pout when you were angry and Jaehyun adored that about you. How your eyebrows would get all furrowed and your ears would turn red, it was the cutest thing to him.
The whole walk back home you gave Jaehyun one word or even no answers when he tried talking to you. All you could think about was Rochelle, and how they’re going to be dating, doing cute couple things you didn’t want to imagine. When he got to your house he was about to speak but you bolted for the door before he blocked you from opening it.
“Wait! Did you really mean what you said in the nurses office?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you mean by saying that I didn’t care about you?”
“I told you Jaehyun it was nothing, I was just frustrated I got hurt now move.”
“I’m not going to move until you tell me the real reason.”
You debated whether I’d be worth it to tell Jaehyun, I mean he already has a Valentine, you should rip off the bandaid to help yourself get over it. You took one big breath and stared into his brown doe eyes,
“I like you Jaehyun, like an I love you type of like.”
Jaehyun smirked, you were puzzled.
“Finally.”
You were beyond confused at this point, what did he mean by finally? Then it connected in your brain,
“You jerk! You knew the whole time?!” You started to hit his shoulders and kick his legs.
“How did you know?”
Jaehyun pulled out the letter you were supposed to give him for Valentine’s day. Your face dropped.
“I thought- I- give it back!”
You started to reach for it but Jaehyun held it above your head and you began jumping and climbing Jaehyun for it.
“I’m sorry you had to read that, just forget it!”
“Forget it? But I haven’t even given my answer yet.”
You froze while holding onto Jaehyun, slowly climbing down and walking to face him.
“So?”
“I like you too, in a I love you type of like, stupid.”
Your eyes widened, you didn’t know what to say.
“But what about Rochelle?”
“When looking back at it Rochelle was kind of like puppy love, I didn’t really know her I just had a crush on her. But after the time I’ve spent with you, I realized that this is the kind of love I want. That a crazy, silly, clumsy, girl that would climb me for a letter is what I really love.”
You were stunned, you didn’t know what to say, so you just hugged Jaehyun, he kissed the top of your head.
hey guys, i know it’s been a while, i’m sorry for now writing I just haven’t gotten a lot of time to write some requests or series because of work and such things. But, I do have some good news, I’m going to slowly get back into writing what I can (including a new arranged marriage series, still debating on who it should be about, thinking about Taeyong, Mark, Johnny, or even Jaemin).
To answer a few questions in my dms,
Mea Bella is coming back, I have chapter three drafted, I just need to flesh it out more and add the aesthetic art and stuff
Requests will be open again! I have other requests drafted but I’d love to see some new ideas that would help me get into the flow of writing again!
Depending on Mea Bella, I’ll see if I can finish that up before starting the arranged marriage series.
I do take Male x Male requests but keep in mind that I am a heterosexual cis female, so if certain things are off or not a satisfying request, I apologize.
I take all kinds of requests, from reactions, imagines, and my speciality is angst, so please send some angst requests!
Sorry for being gone for so long, I hope you look forward to what I have in store for all of you.
[11:51] Valentine’s day is usually a day for joy, excitement, and most importantly, love in the air but today was different. You were planning on confessing to Jaehyun, a guy who’s been in your English classes who recently has been talking with you a lot. He made you feel special, every time you talked to him. You both had so much in common, bouncing off each other, it felt like you were soulmates.
Little did you know that Jaehyun had other admirers. Today, you weren’t the only one confessing to Jaehyun, by the time he got to English class, his desk and hands were filled with letters, chocolates, and other cheesy Valentines gifts.
“Jaehyun, you got so many Valentines, how are you going to carry them all?”
“Oh hey, y/n, yeah, it’s just been piling up class after class, I don’t know what to do with it all haha”
“Did you accept any Valentine’s day confessions?”
“No, most of these girls were random people who’ve never talked to me, so I don’t want to waste my time on people who only care about my appearance. Did you get any confessions y/n?”
“No, I’m not as popular as you, Jaehyun.”
“Really? I thought there’d be hundreds of guys trying to ask you out.”
Did that mean Jaehyun finds you attractive? Was he planning on asking you out before you did? Your heart was pounding. You continued on to English class and you planned on confessing to Jaehyun after school, less people and less girls coming for you in the hallways. You weren’t in the mood to beat up a girl when you told her Jaehyun accepted your confession. You told Jaehyun to meet you by the maple tree behind the school with a bench next to it before you went to your next class.
You made Jaehyun a handwritten letter along with a watercolor drawing of the both of you in the first selfie you took on your first day of English. You hoped and prayed that Jaehyun would like it. It was meaningful and sweet, what is there not to love? At the end of your last period you grabbed your things from your locker and you made your way to the back of the school. You opened the door and saw Jaehyun already at the tree, perfect.
As you were going to take your first step, you saw another girl at the corner of your eye run to Jaehyun from the parking lot. She began talking to Jaehyun and gave him a small present, it had a letter and was filled with Jaehyun’s favorite candies. You knew she was confessing to him, as you were waiting for Jaehyun to reject her, you saw her face light up as she smiled, squealed, and hugged Jaehyun. You felt your eyes start to water. He, didn’t reject her. He accepted her confession. You were too late. You saw a tear drop land on your letter, then starting to see water drops follow suit. It wasn’t raining heavily, just a light drizzle.
The raindrops mixed with your tears as you felt them trickle along your cheek. Your hair was getting wet, along with your painting and letter. You tried desperately wiping the water and your tears off the paper, only making it worse. Jaehyun then noticed you waiting by the exit of the school, fuck. Jaehyun shooed the girl away telling her something before he came running up to you. You wiped your tears and hid your letter and painting in your backpack.
“y/n! So what did you need to talk to me about?” Jaehyun asked.
The rains started to let up so you sat Jaehyun down by a bench near the exit.
“So, who’s your friend?” You asked not wanting to look at Jaehyun.
“Oh, that’s Rochelle, she asked me to be her valentine, and I said yes. I’ve had a crush on her for a while, since middle school, I think.”
“Oh, that’s lovely.” Your eyes started to pool with tears again.
“Um, I have this for you.” You reached into your bag to pull out the painting. It was slightly faded but Jaehyun could make out that it was you two in English based on the colors.
“y/n! This is amazing! I’m upset it got messed up by the rain, but it’s still really detailed…”
You were blocking out all the complements Jaehyun was spewing because if you had confessed, he might love the painting even more. But he has his heart for someone else. If he loved you, he would’ve rejected her.
“So, that’s basically it Jaehyun, bye! I hope you have a nice Valentine’s Day.” You wanted to leave feeling crushed. But you were rushing and didn’t zip your backpack, and you ran off with the letter flying out of your bag unknowingly. Jaehyun tried calling out your name in case you needed the mysterious piece of paper but you kept running back into the building.
Jaehyun opened it and skimmed it realizing it was a letter for him and his eyes went wide when he saw the words,
[2:18 AM] Rain. It was raining. Most people hate rain. But you were curled up with a book on the couch with one candle lit on your mahogany coffee table.
Knock Knock
Only one person at this hour could be knocking on your door. You folded a tab into your book and put it down on the couch. You stood up and stretched as you walked to the door and opened it to find no other than mafia!johnny standing at your door. He had the usual, a black eye, a bullet in the shoulder and a scrape on his cute face.
“Again?”
Johnny chuckled.
“Just help me out doc.”
You moved to the side to let Johnny inside.
“WAIT!”
You ran to your bathroom to grab a towels and placed them on the couch, since Johnny was soaking from the rain. He looked like a cute wet dog.You grabbed your medical kit and sat down to analyze Johnny.
“Well, this isn’t the worst I’ve seen you.”
You took out a cotton pad and dabbed it in some alcohol. Johnny hissed as it made contact with his skin.
“You should be used to the pain by now baby.” You teased.
You continued the clean the wound on his face and teasingly placed a Hello Kitty band-aid to his face until you reluctantly placed a plain one on his cheek.
“Can you take off your shirt so I can dissect the bullet out?”
Johnny agreed taking his shirt off, when you were checking out his injury, when you noticed hickeys on his collarbone. Hickeys. Hickeys that reminded you that Johnny didn’t belong to you. You were just a nurse he visited when he’d get beaten up. But that couldn’t heal the amount of pain you were in because of him. As every visit occurred, the more you fell in love with Johnny. You always learned something new about him, whether it’s him taking care of stray cats or that he likes iced americanos. You froze staring at his hickeys.
“Are you? Going to start?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m just figuring out the best way to remove it.”
Lie. That was a lie, you spaced out thinking about the lucky girl that gets to kiss and touch Johnny the way you wished you always could. You kept a monotone face as you removed the bloody bullet and placed it on a cotton towel. You took another cotton pad patting on the wound and stitching it up with thread. You blanked out on any comments Johnny was making whether it was a wince or a joke. Johnny didn’t really notice, assuming you were focused on fixing his wound. You took the bullet to clean while you handed Johnny a new shirt, since Johnny made you buy extra sets of clothes for him when he visits.
Johnny loved the smell of your laundry, even if you bought it brand new, you’d still put it through the laundry, putting your signature laundry detergent scent on it. He’d never let you catch him but he take a big sniff when you hand him new warm clothes. You put the bullet into a small container and handed it to Johnny so his “company” can analyze the bullet and have them punished later.
“Thanks doc.”
“No problem, now is there anything else you need?”
“An iced americano won’t hurt…”
“Unbelievable Suh.”
You walked over to make his coffee with a brand new coffee press your sibling gave you for his birthday. You were spacing out making his coffee, who gave him that hickey? How come he never mentioned them? So, he never liked you. All those times he said he loved you were fake. When you took care of him and he said that you’re the best and irreplaceable was all a lie.
You were replaceable, just not in the manner that you hoped. Johnny always knew how to make you blush or get you flustered. Johnny’s subtle flirting and kisses on the forehead didn’t mean anything to him, ouch. You monotonously finished his coffee and handed it to him with a blank face. Johnny immediately knew something was up.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Johnny asked
“Nothing. I’m just tired.” You responded.
You sat down on the couch with Johnny as you both stared off into space, with the background of Johnny sipping his americano in the background.
“Well, I should get going.” Johnny spoke.
Johnny got up and started putting on his jacket. You didn’t want Johnny to leave, not back to her, not back to her comfort and warmth. You wanted to love Johnny, not her. You made the first move.
“Wait, don’t go.”
Johnny was a little confused, he looked down at your puppy-like eyes begging him to stay. His knees almost went weak. Johnny continued putting on his jacket as he was walking away you grabbed the bottom of the jacket and you tugged on it.
“Please…don’t go…”
Johnny felt your forehead on his back.
“It’s cold and pouring out there, please don’t go. You can stay here.”
“Is that the only reason you want me to stay?” Johnny turned and placed a hand on your cheek.
You pulled away from his hand turning your back to him.
“If you want to go see her, that’s fine. I get it.”
“See who?”
“I’m not stupid Johnny.” You turned a faced him with tears about to fall from your eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
“The hickey on your neck! Did you really think I wouldn’t notice!”
Johnny walked towards a mirror to look at what you were talking about.
“This?”
“Yeah…”
Johnny laughed which confused you.
“For a doctor, I’m shocked you didn’t realize that it was a bruise from a chokehold.”
“W-well, hickeys are bruises! Why didn’t you mention anything to me!” You scolded with a a pout.
“I know you would’ve just told me to grab an ice from the freezer, so I was going to grab one on the way out.”
“Oh…”
“Unless, you don’t want me to leave.” Johnny inquired, stepping closer to you.
“You can always leave another bruise on my neck if you want.” Johnny whispered in your ear
That made you blush hard and you hit Johnny’s arm.
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” Johnny spoke.
Johnny bent down to look eye to eye with you.
“You’re the only one I want, ok? Why do you think I come visit you when I have my own medical staff? You think I’d do that for someone I didn’t love?”
“You’re so annoying.”
“And…you’re still short, shortie.” Johnny responded, standing up and messing up your hair.
Johnny walked past you into to your bedroom.
“Wait! Where are you going?!” You followed Johnny to your half-made bed and Johnny finding sleeping clothes.
[9:17 PM] You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you had a crush on Jaehyun. He looked so cute dancing around the beach like a child at this party. Unfortunately you weren’t the only one that has eyes for Jaehyun. You were planning on confessing but as you were approaching Jaehyun more girls came around him to talk to him. He looked relatively happy, enjoying the attention.
But that only made you more insecure. All these girls were wearing bikinis while you were stuck in your oversized sweater and jean shorts. You saw how beautiful and flawless they looked, Jaehyun deserved a girl like that. You, taking your thoughts into heavy consideration, walk away from the crowds and Jaehyun to go distance yourself and sit on a rock next to the waves. You’d pull up your sleeves to make sweater paws and sit with your knees up to your chest. You watched the waves move in and out, the sea foam slowly percolating into the sand. The waves reflected the moon in the distance, making the ocean give a navy glow.
You were stuck along with your self degrading thoughts, you didn’t want to admit it, but you hated seeing Jaehyun with other girls. It only proved to yourself that you had strong feelings about him, but didn’t know how to admit it to him and yourself. You felt your face fall deeper below your knees as you thought more about Jaehyun. Does he even like me? He probably likes those girls he’s dancing with. He’s way out of my league. He looks so happy, I wonder if I could ever make him this happy? He probably never noticed me anyway like everyone else. He probably doesn’t even know me. My feelings are a joke.
“Hey, what are you doing over here?” You heard a voice snapping you out of your thoughts, it was Jaehyun. He had come over to check on you? Why? “Uh, I just wanted some space from the party that’s all.” You responded. To Jaehyun, your face was monotone, and looked a little upset about something, your lips were in a slight pout which Jaehyun thought was cute. “Do you even know who I am? Why are you checking on me?” You questioned. “I’ve known you since middle school, you had that cool baking soda mountain at the science fair and won first place, you also had a piano solo during our freshman winter concert, you also broke a high school record for a 400m freestyle during a swimming competition, and you were also in my AP English class this year. I also know somethings on your mind.” Jaehyun responded. “How’d you know?” “You have a little pout in your mouth when you are focused or thinking about something, I’ve seen it when we are writing essays in class. So are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” You were contemplating whether you should tell him. How would he feel? Would he laugh in your face about it? Does he already have a girlfriend? Fuck it, tell him.
“Jaehyun?” “Yeah?” “I know this is going to be crazy to hear but. I like you. Not in like a friendly classmate way, but like I’d love to become closer with you, and maybe one day be your girlfriend? If you have a girlfriend I completely understand and we can just forget th-“ You started tearing up while trying to confess to him. “Hey, hey hey, calm down” Jaehyun rubbed your shoulder. “Let me ask you something then, why do you like me?” Jaehyun inquired. “Well, I know you care a lot for people, you’re really an encouraging team player, which is why you’re probably captain of the basketball team, I know you care about your closest friends and family, because I know you visit your dad in the hospital every week, even though you are popular and have a hot face, I know there’s a lot more to you, and I want to know who you are Jung Jaehyun.”
Jaehyun was stunned. No girl has ever given a confession or response like that. Jaehyun knew that your confession and love was authentic and that you knew who Jaehyun was on the inside, not the popular boy exterior. You looked up at Jaehyun awaiting a response. Jaehyun lifted his hand to cup your warm cheek and kissed your forehead. “I like you too, stupid.” Jaehyun responded embracing you in a warm hug. You were starstruck, did that really just happen? Jaehyun wanted to be with you? What the fuck. You pulled away from the hug, “Are you serious?” “Dead serious.” You pecked his lips. “Good, because I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.” Before Jaehyun was going to kiss you back you both heard a noise in the distance.
“Jaehyun! Come over here we’re going to play beer pong!”
“C’mon Jaehyun! The party is no fun without you!”
“Jaehyun! You promised you’d be my partner!”
The Jaehyun fan club was basically screaming at him to get back. Before you were going to tell him it was fine for him to go Jaehyun shouted, “I’m fine over here! I’m making sure my girlfriend doesn’t get cold! Enjoy the party without me!” The other girls were stunned, including you. Did Jaehyun just reject other girls to spend time with you? No way. “Now where were we baby?”
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