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John Logan Masterlist

one shots:

My Turn Baby - Logan's girlfriend is sick of being the one to fold in this relationship so she takes matters into her own hands at the next hockey party

Week From Hell - reader has had the worst week ever and then her sink starts leaking and Logan comes to save the day

I'm Not Him - Logan comforts his girlfriend who is dealing with trauma from a past relationship

series:

It's All Fucked - Logan's girlfriend is a field hockey player and things go wrong at her season's home opener game. Part 1, Part 2

The Assist - Y/N Graham has always been surrounded by hockey players, but her bond with John Logan is different. With Garrett quietly playing matchmaker from the sidelines, the two best friends might finally realize that the greatest assist they’ll ever get is the one leading them to each other. Part 1, Part 2

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I NEEDDDD SOME JOHN LOGAN ANGST!!!!

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yes yes yes! i love me some logan angst, i promise i will write some soon!!

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The Assist (Part 2)

John Logan x graham reader series

summary: Y/N Graham has always been surrounded by hockey players, but her bond with John Logan is different. With Garrett quietly playing matchmaker from the sidelines, the two best friends might finally realize that the greatest assist they’ll ever get is the one leading them to each other.

warnings: this is a heavier chapter, panic attack, mentions of abuse, phil graham

author's note: Thank you all for the love on the first part of this series! This chapter does deal with some difficult content, my heart goes out to anyone dealing with these issues, don't feel afraid to reach out if you need someone to talk to <3

word count: 1.6k

Part 1!

The next morning Logan had just finished showering after practice and was now getting his stuff together in the locker room. Garrett came up beside him, “You looked comfortable during movie night.” he teased.

“What?” Logan said, confused.

“Didn’t know you were volunteering to be y/n’s pillow.”

“Well I didn’t want to move and wake her up.”

“You let her get away with everything.” Garrett replied, shaking his head with a smirk.

“I do not.” Logan argued, giving Garrett a side eye. 

Garrett gave him a look.

 “She’s my best friend.” Logan tried to justify.

Garrett clutched a hand to his chest in mock pain. “Ouch. I thought what we had was special.”

Logan rolled his eyes, “You know I hate having to choose between my two favorite Grahams, don’t make me pick a favorite.”

“Because you’ll choose her over me?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Sure Logan.”

“Dude, why are you acting so weird?” 

“You know what, forget I said anything.”

Logan was still thinking of the weird conversation as he walked to his truck and drove back to the house. Seriously, what was Garrett trying to say? So what if you fell asleep on him, that wasn’t anything unusual. 

You had gotten back your english paper today and your stomach dropped when you saw the C at the top circled in red pen. Dread instantly filled your body and you thought you were going to throw up. To a normal person a C wouldn’t be that big of an issue, but growing up with Phil Graham as your father meant that bruises were waiting for you at home once your father saw a bad grade. While Garrett was punished for a poor performance out on the ice, you were punished for not being perfect in the classroom. You needed to find Garrett, he always knew how to calm you down and remind you that Phil could no longer touch you.

You drove to the hockey house but were disappointed when you didn’t see Garrett’s jeep in the driveway. You still walked up to the front porch and went inside, begging that by some miracle he was home. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold in this inevitable breakdown.

Logan was making lunch in the kitchen but stopped what he was doing when he saw the look on your face. It was a mix between panic and desperation.

“Is Garrett home?” you asked, voice small.

“No, he just left to meet Hannah at the diner for lunch.” Logan replied walking to meet you in the living room, “Everything okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

You motioned back to the door, “I can leave, I just really needed to talk to Garrett.” 

“Y/n your hands are shaking, what’s going on?” Logan said, reaching to steady your hands.

When you looked up into his brown eyes the dam of emotions you were holding back shattered. You gripped his forearms and the tears started pouring out.

“Woah, hey, I got you.” Logan said, pulling you into his chest. He didn't rush you to explain. He just held you while your breathing came in uneven gasps, one hand rubbing slow circles across your back.

You clung to the front of his sweatshirt and tried to calm down but the tears just kept flowing. He carefully sat you down on the couch, arms still wrapped around you.

“Y/n, hey, can you look at me for a second?” he asked gently, pulling back slightly to look at you.

Your eyes were still rapidly filling with tears, breathing coming out in shallow bursts. “I-I can’t.” You tried again, “L-logan.” Another strangled breath, “I-I can’t breathe.” You finally managed to get out. Your hands blindly reached to find his hands. Desperately grabbing on when you found them, you tried to anchor yourself. 

“Focus on me, okay?” he said, trying to keep the panic out of his own voice. Your eyes finally managed to land on his deep brown ones.

“That’s it, just look at me.” He rubbed small circles on the back of your hands with his thumbs. “I got you.” He finally managed to coax you into taking some normal breaths.

“Talk to me please. I want to help.”

You kept hiccuping as you tried to explain, “I got my english paper back and I got a C and I’m a failure, I can’t even write a decent paper, how do I expect to make it through college? I’m so stupid.” The words poured out of you at a rapid pace before you could stop them.

“Hey, look at me.” He waited for you to meet his gaze before continuing, “You are not stupid.”

You looked at him unconvinced. “Logan..”

He shook his head.

“No, listen to me for a second. You are such a smart person, one paper doesn't erase everything I know about you.”

You nodded with a sniffle, though you weren't sure you believed him yet.

Logan didn't know why one bad grade could unravel you so completely. He didn't know that somewhere deep inside you, a frightened little girl was still waiting for punishment that would never come. Somehow, without realizing it, he'd reminded you that Phil couldn't hurt you anymore.

You pulled Logan in for another hug. He didn’t flinch, just pulled you tighter into his chest and rubbed your back. You stayed like that until he felt your heart stop racing and your breathing returning to normal.

He pulled back to look at you, “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I think so.” You said with a small smile.

“Do you want me to call Garrett?” he asked gently.

You shook your head, “No I’m okay.”

He searched your face and was relieved to find the panic had finally begun to fade.

“Thank you Logan.” you said softly. 

“You don’t have to thank me for being here for you. I know you would do the same for me.”

Logan tried to get caught up on some work after you went back to your dorm, but every time he looked down at his textbook he saw your terrified expression staring back at him. He could still hear you gasping that you couldn't breathe. 

He replayed the whole thing over and over again and the more he thought about it, the less he believed it had anything to do with the paper. He wanted to understand so that, if there ever was a next time, he wouldn't feel so helpless. So when Garrett returned from lunch he immediately brought it up, “Y/n came by today looking for you.”

Garrett saw the look in Logan’s face and knew immediately what must’ve happened. “Shit, is she okay?” He was already grabbing his keys. “Did she go back to her dorm?” He was now moving towards the door. “I can head there now.” 

“Woah, G, she’s okay now.” Logan said before taking a beat. “She came looking for you, and... I don't know. One second we were talking, the next she couldn't catch her breath.” He shook his head before continuing, “She kept saying she couldn’t breathe. I’ve never seen her like that before.” 

Garrett went quiet. He knew exactly what one of your panic attacks looked like. Fuck he wished he would’ve been there.

“I just sat with her until she was ready to talk. I didn’t let her leave until I knew she was okay, I promise.” 

Garrett finally exhaled. “I’m glad she wasn’t alone.” 

Logan nodded.

“Seriously, thanks.” 

“Can you tell me what’s going on? She looked really scared, I don’t want her to feel like that again.” Logan was serious, he couldn’t bear seeing that look on your face one more time.

“Look, it’s not really my story to tell. When she’s ready she’ll tell you. Just thank you for being there for her, I know she needed it.” Garrett said, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

Logan looked down before nodding. “Of course, yeah, I understand.” 

“Just please don’t treat her any differently.” Garrett said, eyes looking serious.

“I wasn’t planning on it. She’s still y/n.” Logan replied earnestly. “I just want her to be okay.”

Your terrified expression lingered in the back of Logan’s mind. Whatever had happened to you, he knew one thing for certain: it had never really been about the paper.

You walked back into the dorm room with puffy eyes, still red from crying. Allie was painting her nails and Hannah was working at the piano. They go to greet you and immediately clock your expression.

“Whoa, what happened?” Allie immediately asked putting the cap back on the nail polish bottle.

“Just a rough day.” you replied with a shrug.

Hannah being Hannah, didn’t want to push, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You paused, “Not really.” Then you settled onto the couch. “I went to find Garrett.”

Both girls nod, understanding you needed your twin.

“He wasn’t home.” You looked over at them, “But Logan was.”

You stared down at your lap. “He kind of…talked me through a panic attack.”

Hannah and Allie shared a knowing look. Neither of them was surprised. Logan had always been someone you trusted, someone who had a way of making the world feel a little less overwhelming.

“I’m glad you weren’t alone.” Hannah said.

“I went there looking for Garrett, but,” you paused, “I’m actually glad Logan was home.”

And that was that, no one pressured you to share anymore than you wanted to. No one expected you to magically be fine. They were just there when you were ready. And that’s why you valued your friendships with the girls so much. They were more of a home than the house you had shared with Phil Graham for eighteen years ever was.

author's note: I am loving how this series is turning out, so hope you all are also enjoying! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and send in any Logan requests that you want to see!

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I'm Not Him

John Logan x girlfriend reader

summary: Logan comforts his girlfriend who is dealing with trauma from a past relationship - based on this request!

warnings: mentions of emotional trauma

author's note: Thank you for requesting! Requests for Logan are open!

word count: 683

You had promised Logan you would come over after work so you all could spend some time together. With finals season and his hockey schedule, you all haven’t been able to see each other as often. So even though you were exhausted after your shift, you hopped in your car and drove straight over to the hockey house. 

You immediately went up to his room and found him hunched over a textbook at his desk. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him into a hug, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

“Well hello to you too.” He said with a grin, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. He swiveled around in his chair to face you. “How was work?”

“Ugh, it was another long day. I don’t want to talk about it.” you groaned, going over to his bed to sit down and slip your shoes off. “My feet are killing me.”

“Well we don’t have to do anything, I’m just glad I get to see you.” Logan said earnestly.

His words made your heart flutter. In your past relationship, your boyfriend would always say that you complained too much. He was never understanding or comforting when you had gone through a rough day. 

“Hey, what’s wrong baby?” Logan immediately got up from the chair and came to sit next to you on his bed when he saw tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes.

“I just had a rough day at work, and I’m so behind on studying for finals. I really do want to spend time with you, but I don’t want you to have to see me like this.” You paused, wiping at the tears starting to flow down your face. “I’m sorry, I can go.”

"Go?" His eyebrows pulled together. "Why would you leave?" He asked, pulling your hands into his lap.

“My ex would tell me I was too emotional and he never liked being around me when I got like this.” you admitted, looking down to where your hands were intertwined with his. 

He squeezed your hands gently. “He made you think crying meant you weren't worth loving?” He asked, his expression crumpling. 

He moved his hand to cup your face and your eyes met his. “I’m not him, okay?”

You nodded as another tear slipped down your cheek. He silently wiped it away.

“I don’t want you to think I’m broken.” you whispered.

Your words broke his heart. He pulled you tightly to his chest and said into your ear, “You don't have to have everything together for me to love you.”

You melted further into his arms. “I’m scared that if I’m not strong, I’ll lose you.” You explained, more tears escaping your eyes. “I don’t want to scare you away.”

“Nothing you do or say is going to scare me away. I want to be with you when you’re feeling overwhelmed. I want to be the one to hold you when things feel too heavy. You don't have to hide any of this from me.” 

At that you fully gave in to the emotions you were feeling. You let the broken sobs come out and you let Logan hold you through it. You weren’t just crying about your rough day at work or how stressed you were about finals, you let yourself cry for the girl who was wounded in a past relationship and still recovering. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, letting him anchor you in the brokenness. He just cradled the back of your head and rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back and let you break down. 

Eventually, your breathing finally slowed and the tears stopped pouring. You stayed curled against Logan's chest, not quite ready to let go. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He simply kissed the top of your head and rubbed another slow circle across your back. You realized then that, for the first time in a long time, crying didn't feel embarrassing. It just felt safe.

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john with. a girlfriend who’s still trying to heal old relationship wounds. maybe her old boyfriend was always okay to watch her cry, and never comforted her. so one day she’s crying and apologising because she’s scared john will view her as too emotional and he’s like ‘i’m not him’

thank you for requesting! i love this idea, comfort logan is my favorite. i'm going to hopefully get this posted sometime today!

this request is posted! read it here <3

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The Assist

John Logan x graham reader series

summary: Y/N Graham has always been surrounded by hockey players, but her bond with John Logan is different. With Garrett quietly playing matchmaker from the sidelines, the two best friends might finally realize that the greatest assist they’ll ever get is the one leading them to each other.

author's note: I know you all want more one shots, and I promise I'll write more, but this series has been so fun to write and before I knew it I had chapter 1 ready to post! So, hope you all enjoy this series, I don't know how many parts yet, but a lot more to come!

word count: 2.3k

Part 2!

Being the twin sister of Garrett Graham meant a lot of things. It meant that you were immediately adopted into the hockey friend group. It meant that the hockey house was your second home. It also meant that people assumed you were just like Garrett. But that was far from the truth. While Garrett had this easy confidence that helped him earn his reputation on campus, you were a little more introverted. Garrett was the person people noticed, but you were the person people trusted. You had surrounded yourself with only the people you truly felt safe with. You were Hannah and Allie’s third roommate and felt a little weirded out when Hannah started dating your twin brother, but you finally came around because they really were cute together. And then there was John Logan. Being Garrett’s roommate since freshman year meant Logan had basically always been around, which meant you all got close fast. And things had been perfect staying just the way they were.

The lecture hall was already half full by the time you slipped through the door. You didn’t give a second thought to your body slightly relaxing after finding Logan in your usual spot. 

“You're late,” Logan said without looking up from his laptop.

"I'm three minutes early."

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Coach says on time is late, be there five minutes early."

"Well good thing I’m not a hockey player."

You dropped into the seat beside him, shrugging your backpack off one shoulder.

"I had to choose between brushing my hair and stopping for coffee."

"You chose...neither?"

You shot him a glare.

"You know, some people would say good morning."

"I did." He finally looked over. "You just ignored it."

Before you could come up with a comeback, he slid a coffee cup across the desk.

You blinked. 

"...Is that mine?"

"You've spent the last week complaining that your stats class is too early for human existence."

"It is." You truly were not a morning person.

"And every Wednesday you say you're going to leave ten minutes earlier so you can stop at the café."

"I mean it every Wednesday."

"I know."

You wrapped both hands around the warm cup, taking a grateful sip.

"You're my favorite person."

"I know."

You hated that he knew exactly how to make your mornings better. And you hated it more that you actually didn’t hate somebody caring enough to think to get you coffee. Maybe because it was Logan it was okay, but you didn’t think any further into it because your professor started talking nonsense about stats.

After class you and Logan walked to the dining hall together like you always do after stats class. 

“I can’t believe you actually enjoy that class.” you said after you had complained the whole time that nothing made sense.

“It’s really not as bad as you think, it’s just numbers.”

“I think it’s actually another form of torture.”

“I thought you liked math?”

“I liked calculus, what we did there was not math.”

He laughed before holding open the door to the cafeteria for you. You all approached a table where Garrett, Dean, Tucker, Allie, and Hannah were already seated. You took the seat next to Garrett and Logan sat across from you. 

Garrett stole a fry from your plate before you could smack his hand away. “Garrett!” you whined.

“We both know you’re not going to finish them. I’m just helping you.” 

You rolled your eyes knowing he was right. Growing up with a twin meant that Garrett knew things about you before you even recognized them yourself. 

“Y/n, what did you think about the game last night?” Dean asked, referring to the hockey team beating Eastwood.

“I think Garrett needs to learn how to pass a little sooner and Dean, you need to communicate better with Tucker on the defensive line.” You said as you took another bite of your lunch.

“So all of us but your boyfriend Logan need work huh?” Dean teased.

“He’s not my boyfriend Dean, he just had a good game.” You argued, rolling your eyes.

“Aw you think I played well yesterday?” Logan asked, looking pleased with your comment.

“Don’t make it weird.” You said scrunching your face.

“I’m not making it weird, just accepting a rare compliment from you.” He replied with a grin.

“It was one compliment.” Jeez this guy couldn’t accept a compliment without his ego almost doubling.

“Exactly why I’m going to treasure it.”

“You know what, I hate all of you all. You actually played like shit Logan.” You took a sip of your drink and sat back pouting.

Garrett pulled you into a side hug, “We know you love us.”

“Not at this moment I don’t.” You replied, fighting the smile tugging at your lips.

You went back to the dorm with Hannah and Allie after lunch. You all were currently trying to save Allie from getting back together with Sean. They had been no contact for a whole 24 hours and Allie was about to break that streak.

“Allie, will you please think about the consequences for more than five seconds?” you pleaded.

“But what if we are meant to be? Soulmates have ruts.” she argued.

“Soulmates also know how to communicate.” you retorted.

“They also don’t hold you back from your dreams.” reminded Hannah.

“Preach, no man is worth you not becoming a movie star.” you said.

“Ugh, why do you guys have to be so supportive. You make it hard for me to be compulsive.” Allie complained.

You and Hannah looked at each other. “Isn’t that kind of the point of having best friends?” Hannah asked sarcastically. 

“We’re trying to save you from becoming a sad middle aged soccer mom in Vermont.” you add.

“Okay now that I can’t get the image of me crying into a casserole dish in Vermont out of my head, maybe I won’t actually text Sean.” Allie said laughing.

“Really?” you and Hannah both ask hopefully.

“At least not for the next twenty minutes.” Allie replied. 

You all collapsed into a fit of giggles before getting ready for dinner at the hockey house. It was nice having girl friends that you were so close with, Garrett was never good at girl talk growing up, no matter how much you tried to teach him.

You and the girls arrive at the hockey house and settle into the Wednesday night routine you’ve had for years. You go and help Tucker in the kitchen. Allie tells another story of something crazy that happened in the drama department. Hannah and Garrett sneak kisses thinking no one notices. And Dean calls them out on their PDA. Logan comes down into the kitchen after unclogging the shower drain upstairs. All is how it should be. 

“How come you let y/n help out with the cooking and not me?” Logan whines as he leans on the kitchen island watching you and Tucker prepare dinner.

“Are you not remembering the time you left pizza in the oven and almost burned the whole house down?” Tucker remarks without looking up from cooking the chicken.

“Or the time you burnt popcorn so bad the smoke alarm started going off?” you said with a laugh.

“Ok, ok, enough with the slander. My culinary talents were too good for your kitchen anyway, Tuck.” Logan replied.

“We’ve got plenty of culinary talent between me and y/n.” Tucker argued.

“I’m starting to think you like y/n more than the rest of us.” Logan commented.

“I’d happily trade you or Dean for y/n.” Tucker said with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips. After three years, you knew better than to believe Tucker would actually trade you for them. Tucker plated the chicken and you pulled the potatoes from the oven. Everyone went through the line buffet style before settling down at the table. Garrett took his usual spot at the head of the table with you next to him and Logan across from you. 

“Tucker, these potatoes are delicious.” Dean practically moaned from the taste.

“Excuse me, I made the potatoes.” you spoke up.

“Then they actually taste awful.” Dean laughed.

“My mother would have an aneurysm if she heard someone talking bad about the food at the table.” Tucker said glaring at Dean. “Be grateful you even got a plate.”

“I say whoever complains about the food has to do the dishes.” You said pointedly to Dean.

“I don’t think Dean even knows where the dishwasher is,” said Garrett with a laugh.

After Allie and a begrudging Dean helped clear off the table, everyone settled in the living room for a movie. Garrett and Hannah took the love seat, Dean got situated in the chair in the corner, Allie and Tucker sat on one side of the couch. That left you and Logan to squeeze together at the other end of the couch.

“I am not watching Miracle for the one hundredth time.” you announced.

“And I’m not watching one of your dumb romcoms.” Garrett argued.

“Well I hate to tell you but your girlfriend loves those said romcoms.” you bit back, shutting Garrett up. 

“Why don’t we watch a horror movie?” suggested Dean.

“Y/n hates horror movies.” Logan spoke up. You didn’t even have time to react before the room broke out into more arguments over what movie to watch. But you stayed quiet, thinking about how Logan knew that random fact about you. 

“Hey, you okay?” Logan leaned down to ask you. “You usually like to voice your opinion in arguments like these.” 

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired.” you lied, definitely not still thinking about what Logan had said. It shouldn’t surprise you that he knew, it just made your heart flutter for a second.

You all finally agreed to watch some action movie that did little to keep you awake. You found yourself getting closer to Logan as the movie went on. First your shoulders touched. Then your legs ended up halfway in his lap. The next thing you knew you were asleep on his shoulder. 

“Dude she’s a goner.” Tucker whispered over to Logan. 

Logan glanced down at you, curled into his side, and just shrugged. “I’m fine as long as she’s comfortable.”

The movie ended and everyone started to clear out of the room. All of the rustling woke you up and your eyes fluttered open. You snuggled closer to the source of heat you were leaning up against. The smell of pine and aftershave filled your nose before you realized you had fallen asleep on Logan. You immediately straightened up and almost bumped heads with him in the process.

“I-sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” you said flustered and not meeting his eyes.

“Didn’t bother me.” he said with a lazy smile.

“I can’t believe I slept through it.” you replied, finally meeting his gaze, a hint of pink appearing on your cheeks.

“You lasted longer than your brother.”

“Garrett fell asleep?”

“No, but he spent the last twenty minutes kissing Hannah. I think he forgot the rest of us were sitting three feet away.” 

You laughed and stood up from the couch stretching, “Where is everyone?”

“Well I’m pretty sure Hannah and Garrett are continuing what they started up in his room.” Logan said, rolling his eyes. “Allie, Tucker, and Dean went to grab ice cream.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” you asked.

“You looked like you needed the rest.” he said matter of factly.

“I feel bad you missed out on a sweet treat run.”

“Don’t apologize, these abs probably wouldn’t have liked the sweet treat.”

You playfully punched his abs, “They feel pretty rock solid to me.”

“Oh do they?” he asked, one eyebrow cocked upward.

“I’m leaving you weirdo.” you said laughing walking over to the front door to put your shoes on.

“And how exactly are you getting back?” Logan asked, pushing himself off the couch and shrugging on his jacket.

You paused, one shoe halfway on.

“Right…”

Logan crossed his arms, waiting.

You looked at him with an innocent smile, “Wanna give me a ride?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” He replied with a smirk.

You followed Logan out to his truck and settled in the passenger seat. The second the truck started, you reached for the aux chord and pulled up your Olivia Dean playlist. You cranked up the volume when ‘Man I Need’ came on and you started singing. You looked over and saw Logan shaking his head at you.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t love this song too.” you shouted over the music.

“I only know the words because you’ve played it a million times.” he deadpanned. 

“So you admit you know the words, Johnny, let’s hear you sing it then.” you challenged with a glimmer in your eye.

He rolled his eyes and looked back at the road. But when the chorus came on he started singing with you. You couldn’t keep a straight face at his terrible singing and started dying laughing.

“I don’t know what’s so funny. That was a Grammy-worthy performance.” he said with fake hurt in his voice. 

“There’s literal tears in my eyes, I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in a long time.” you replied wiping at your eyes.

“What can I say? You only laugh like that with me.” 

You guessed it was true. No one made you open up more than Logan did. Maybe it was because you had seen how much Garrett trusted him, and that made you trust him too. Or maybe it was because Logan had always made it feel easy to be yourself.

“That’s because no one else sings as badly as you.” you easily deflected.

“Whatever helps you justify it.” he replied with a shrug.

His truck pulled up to your dorm and you thanked Logan for the ride. You got out of the truck and were about to close the door when Logan spoke up, “Hey.” 

You turned back around to face him.

“Try and get some good sleep tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay Dad.”

“I’m serious.”

“Goodnight Logan.”  

“Goodnight y/n.”

Part 2!

author's note: Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for this series in the comments! Also please give me more Logan suggestions if you want more one shots!

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would you all want to see more john logan one shots or a series?

one shots

series

Voting ended onJul 29

for the series i’m thinking a friends to lovers and maybe reader is garrett’s twin sister, idk we’ll see. also if you have any requests please send them in i am losing inspiration very quickly. and last thing, would you all like more field hockey reader content to continue that story? anyways let me know what you all want to see, love you all! <3

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Week From Hell

John Logan x girlfriend reader

summary: reader has had the worst week ever and then her sink starts leaking and Logan comes to save the day - based on this request

warnings: none, just fluff!

word count: 1k

This past week has been one of the worst weeks you’ve had in a while. Since dating John Logan your life has been going really well, between wearing his hockey jersey to games and hanging out at the hockey house, you’ve been in a great mood. So your luck must have run out this week. You had spilled coffee on your laptop during a late night cram session which led you to bombing the test in the morning because your notes had been ruined when your laptop crashed. Then you mixed up the days and forgot you were supposed to be opening Della’s Diner so you were late to work. Then you accidentally shrunk your favorite pair of jeans in the washer while doing laundry. You had finally made it Saturday, hoping to leave this awful week in the past and praying nothing else would go wrong. 

You plopped down on the couch with a fresh batch of popcorn hoping to make the most of your cozy afternoon in. The boys had an away game this weekend and would be getting home later today so you had some time to yourself. You loved to snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie especially since it was raining outside, it added to the cozy atmosphere. You had just gotten all situated when you heard a dripping noise coming from the kitchen. You groaned and got up to inspect the noise. You noticed water leaking from the cabinets that were under your kitchen sink.

“No, no, no. This cannot be happening right now.” You panicked as you quickly went to grab towels. You put the towels down to absorb the water and immediately dialled your landlord’s number. It went straight to voicemail. You dialled again. Voicemail again. You felt tears spring to your eyes and you sank down on the floor. The only person you wanted right now was Logan so you absentmindedly dialled his number and hit call.

He picked up on the second ring. “Hey, baby, what’s up?”

You were now sobbing just from hearing his voice.

“Hey, is everything okay? Are you hurt? Baby, please talk to me?” Logan's voice was getting increasingly panicked as he only heard your sobs coming through the line.

“I-John, I’m okay.” you squeaked out.

“What’s wrong, why are you crying?” he asked, heart still racing.

“My sink is leaking and my landlord isn’t picking up. I’m so sorry, I know you guys are just now getting back, I just didn’t know who to call.” you finally managed to explain.

“Honey, I’ll be right over. I’m glad you called, don’t apologize.” Your heart cracked at his kind words, making you cry harder. “I’m grabbing my tools right now, I’ll be over in ten, hang in there baby.” 

He hung up and you stayed planted on your spot on the floor. True to his word, Logan came rushing through the door ten minutes later. Whatever composure you were able to muster since getting off the phone disappeared when you saw him rushing to your side. You didn’t even notice the coffee cup he had brought in and set on the counter. He kneeled down on the floor beside you and immediately pulled you into a hug. His hand reached up to rub the back of your head as you cried into his chest.

“Shh baby I’m here now, it’s okay.” His voice low and gentle. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You finally pulled back enough to find his eyes, “I’ve had the most awful week and then I was finally just going to relax and watch a movie when I heard dripping coming from the kitchen and I found my sink leaking everywhere.”

He wiped away another tear that made its way down your cheek. “Well good thing your boyfriend is pretty handy. Let me take a look, you go get comfy on the couch.”

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” you said, voice still wobbly from crying. You felt bad making him do all the work.

“I got it all under control, you go get back under your blanket. Oh, and I almost forgot,” he said, helping you to your feet, “I grabbed your favorite coffee on the way here.” he said, motioning to the cup sitting on the counter.

“Oh Logan, you are too good to me.” You said as your mouth finally twitched upwards into a small smile.

“I’m glad that it cheered you up a little bit.” He said, grateful to see your shoulders start to relax.

You grabbed the coffee and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before going to get settled on the couch. Logan got to work under the sink and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him from across the room. His face was hidden under the cabinets but his shirt slid up to reveal a sliver of his toned abs. He ducked out from under the cabinets to grab another tool and caught you staring.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased with a smirk.

“Umm I was just seeing how things were going.” you lied, a blush creeping onto your face. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” he replied with a wink before ducking back under the cabinets.

He continued working for a few minutes before cleaning up his tools and announcing, “All fixed. One of the pipes was just a little loose but it should be good now.”

“Thank you so much Logan, I owe you big time.”

“You don’t owe me. I’ll take my payment in kisses and cuddles.” he said with a grin.

You smiled and patted the spot next to you on the couch. “That, I can definitely do.”

You lifted up the blanket for him to join you under and his arm wrapped around your waist as you leaned over to kiss him. Your hand tangled into his hair and pulled him closer. Then you trailed your kisses down his neck and teasingly nipped at his earlobe before whispering, “I’m glad you came to save the day.”

He looked lovingly into your eyes, “I’ll always come save you.” 

You pulled him in for another kiss before laying your head on his chest as he lazily rubbed your back. You both sat and watched the movie content to hold each other and relax. Despite your terrible week, you were happy that Logan was there to take care of you through it all.

author's note: hope you enjoyed! please feel free to request any Logan ideas, I need some more inspiration! love you guys <3

*also should I continue the field hockey reader storyline?

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Haaaiii. I was wondering if you could write a something where reader is having a terrible, stressful week— their apartment sink is leaking, it's raining, and the landlord won't reply. Logan shows up to save the day. Even though he's tired from a hockey game, he brings reader coffee, tells them to relax on the couch, and crawls under the sink to fix the leak himself. Once it's fixed, he asks for his "payment": getting to hold reader close and kiss them.

yes i love this idea so much! going to start writing it tonight, thank you for requesting!!

just finished writing it, read this request here!

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My Turn Baby

John Logan x girlfriend reader

summary: Logan's girlfriend is sick of being the one to fold in this relationship so she takes matters into her own hands at the next hockey party

warnings: none, just pure fluff!

word count: 2.3k

You were so sick and tired of your boyfriend John Logan looking so hot all the time, it was getting unfair. Working under the hood of his car? HOT. Getting home from practice with wet hair? HOT. Walking to class in his backwards hat? HOT. His arrow hockey celebration? HOT. Like dude save some for the rest of us. And the worst part is that he knew he looked good and used that to his advantage. He loved making you flustered at a party almost as much as he loved the aftermath of the party. So it was time you had your moment. You had been ranting to Allie and Hannah, your roommates, about this issue since you’ve been dating Logan for about a month now and they were finally helping you plot your revenge for the party the boys were throwing tonight. 

“Honey, if you want to borrow one of my slut tops, all you have to do is ask.” Allie said smirking, “We all know Garrett loved my red corset top on Hannah when it was karaoke night.” 

“I think that night sealed the deal for me and Garrett.” agreed Hannah.

“I just don’t know if I can pull this off, I swear Logan makes me fold too easily everytime.” you groaned.

“Babe, that's why we’re here. Lesson one, avoid him most of the night. Boys hate what they can’t have, so if you keep yourself distant he’ll be the one folding.” Allie explained.

“But how am I supposed to avoid my boyfriend the whole night? We’re practically attached at the hip every party we go to together.” you whined.

“Again, that’s why you have us drag you on the dance floor.” countered Hannah, “We will manage to do all the hard stuff, you just gotta dance around in whatever slutty top we choose for you.” 

“You make it sound so easy, there’s too many what ifs. Like what if the slut top makes my boobs look even smaller? Or what if when I’m distancing myself from Logan the puck bunnies swarm him and then the whole plan is ruined because he can’t even look at me?” you were starting to babble nervously. 

“And that’s why we’re also pregaming so those what if thoughts disappear.” Allie argued back.

You buried your face in your hands, “Why is being in a new relationship so hard?”

“It’s only hard because you’re making it hard,” Hannah replied, “Logan obviously likes you even if you guys haven’t said the ‘L’ word yet.” 

“Well I’m starting to get nervous that he’s going to get bored of me.” you answered. “We’ve been dating a little over a month and I know he’s not the type to settle down.” 

“Honey after he sees you tonight he’s definitely going to want to lock it down.” Allie said laughing. “Now go look in my closet and model some of those tops for us. I think the purple one would look really good on you.”

You went and put on your favorite mini skirt and slipped into the purple top Allie was talking about. You paired it with black boots and went back out to the living room to model.

“BABE! That’s the one. Don’t even try anything else on, that’s what you’re wearing tonight.” Allie said, jaw dropped.

Hannah did a double take and said, “You seriously look amazing. Nailing boy hot right now.” 

You looked in the mirror taking in the outfit. You guess it did hug you in all the right places. Why had you never worn this top before? The color looked gorgeous with your hair and made your eyes pop. Logan was going to be a dead man tonight. 

You turned back to your friends, “Okay I’m a fan of the outfit but how am I going to do my hair?” 

“Obviously we’re going to curl it.” Hannah said, already going to plug in the curling iron.

“Y/N can you please let me do your makeup?” Allie chimed in, “I have the perfect glitter eye shadow that is going to tie this whole look together!”

So that is how you ended up with Hannah behind you curling your hair and Allie in front of you adding a wing to your eye while claiming ‘she wouldn’t go too overboard.’ When you were all ready you looked at yourself in the mirror and instead of feeling nervous, you were now only excited to see how Logan would react. This was going to be a fun party.

You all rode together and Hannah had agreed to be the DD knowing Allie was a wild card and you needed to be able to enjoy the night to the full extent. Hannah parked the car down the road from the hockey house, as there were already tons of cars parked outside. You all were arriving fashionably late as directed by Allie as part of the plan. Logan had already texted asking where you were and Allie instructed you to ignore the text and follow along with the hard to get act. 

You all three walked into the party, and were immediately greeted with a cheer from the kitchen. Garrett, Logan, Dean, and Tucker all looked at you guys and held up their beers as a hello. Now, Allie had told you to engage with the boys as normal, knowing they would obviously greet you all but little did Logan know you had some tricks up your sleeve.

As you approached the kitchen island where the boys were chatting you immediately clocked Logan’s mesmerized glance he did over your outfit, he was practically drooling already. He slid up next to you as you got yourself a drink. 

“You look really good, baby.” He said leaning in for a kiss.

You heard Allie’s voice in your head dodge any form of physical touch, that will drive him crazy. So as he continued to lean in you dodged the kiss by grabbing another solo cup from the stack behind him.

You held it up and mustered your most innocent voice, “I gotta make Allie a drink too, we’re planning on enjoying the dance floor tonight.” With that you turned towards Allie and gave her the drink as you two rushed out of the kitchen.

Garrett turned to Hannah who was still in the kitchen with the boys, “What was that about?”

“Yeah Logan she completely dodged your kiss man.” teased Dean.

Hannah immediately spoke up trying not to expose your plan, “They’re both a little tipsy already and were eager to get on the dance floor. I wouldn’t think too much of it Logan.”

He nodded but didn’t fully believe Hannah, something was definitely going on.

You and Allie rushed to the center of the dance floor and started swaying along to the music. You quickly downed the rest of your drink when Allie started cheering because your all’s favorite song came on. You looked over at Hannah who had just queued up the song from Garrett’s phone and was now on her way to join you all.

“Hannah you genius!” Allie screeched. 

You all screamed every lyric and danced your hearts out. Logan watched from the kitchen, unable to tear his gaze away from how you moved in that tiny skirt and tight fitting top. He’d been wanting to get his hands on you all night.

“Logan, you’re staring again.” Garrett said, walking up to Logan who hadn’t moved since you had been occupying the dance floor.

“I’m not staring.” Logan argued.

“You’ve been holding the same beer for twenty minutes and haven’t talked to anyone tonight.” Garrett countered. 

At some point during Garrett catching Logan staring, some guy had pulled you into a conversation off the dance floor. Before Garrett had time to stop him, Logan immediately walked over and slid an arm around your waist. “You gonna introduce me to your new friend, baby?” he said slyly.

“Oh we have our stats class together and we're just talking about that test we have coming up.” you replied innocently.

Hannah’s watching this play out and convenes, “Y/N! We need you in our game of beer pong!”

“Looks like I’m needed elsewhere!” you say squirming out of Logan’s grasp. 

Logan lets out a sigh of defeat when you yet again dodge him. Seriously, what was happening tonight? He wanders back over to the kitchen to sulk and finds himself staring at the beer pong table for no particular reason. Definitely not because you had just sunk another shot and had that gorgeous grin spread across your face.  

“Dude,” Dean laughed, “you’re watching her play beer pong like it’s game seven.”

“I’m not watching her.”

Tucker looked over at you, then back at Logan.

“She literally just made eye contact with you and you forgot what sentence you were saying.”

Logan blinked. “...What was I saying?”

The whole kitchen erupted in laughter.

Hannah walked back over to the boys to see what all the commotion was about as you and Allie returned to the dance floor. Garrett turned to Hannah, “She’s messing with him, isn’t she?”

Hannah took a sip from her drink. “Maybe.”

Garrett looked back at Logan, who was visibly trying to decide whether to follow you to the dance floor.

“I'm not helping him.”

“Really?”

Garrett grinned. “Absolutely not. This is hilarious.”

After your second round of dancing you find yourself wandering to the porch to catch some fresh air. Logan spots you sneaking outside and pounces on the opportunity of finally getting you alone. 

“What exactly was your plan here?” he asks, coming to join you on the porch.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Logan.” you reply coyly. 

“Liar.”

“Okay…maybe I wanted your attention.” you said avoiding his gaze.

“Baby, you’ve had my attention since you walked through the front door. I mean that outfit should come with a warning, I’ve been trying not to look like an idiot all night.” he laughed.

“Now you know how I feel all the time Logan. It’s time you get a taste of your own medicine.”

Logan blinked before a grin slowly spread across his face.

“So this whole night…” he laughed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “You've been getting revenge?”

You shrugged, fighting the smile threatening to give you away.

“Maybe.”

“You ignored my texts.”

“Mhm.”

“You dodged my kiss.”

“I did.”

“You ran away every single time I got within five feet of you.”

“I was following instructions.”

He narrowed his eyes playfully. “Whose instructions?”

“...I'm not legally allowed to answer that.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Allie?” 

You bit your lip to hide your smile. “No comment.”

“I knew it.” He laughed again. “She's a menace.”

“The best kind.”

For a second neither of you said anything. The music from inside was muffled through the walls while a cool breeze lifted a few curls away from your face.

Logan looked at you for a long moment before speaking again.

“You know what the funniest part is?”

“What?”

“You thought you needed all of this to get my attention.”

He took one slow step closer.

“You've had it since the day I asked you out.”

Your heartbeat betrayed you immediately.

“Logan…”

“I'm serious.” His voice softened. “The outfit definitely isn't helping my concentration.” He glanced at your top with an exaggerated sigh. “I'm only human.”

You laughed.

“But I would've been staring at you if you showed up in sweats, too.”

“You are such a liar.”

“I'm really not.”

He reached up, hesitating just enough to silently ask permission before gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I've spent half the night wondering if I'd somehow made you mad.”

Your expression immediately softened.

“No. Never.”

“Good.” He smiled. “Because I was about five minutes away from cornering Hannah for answers.”

You burst out laughing.

“She would've cracked so fast.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

He took another step until there was barely any space between you.

“So…” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Have I suffered enough?”

You pretended to think about it.

“I don't know…”

“No?”

“Hmm.”

He folded his arms dramatically. “I think I've been an outstanding victim.”

“You were pretty dramatic.”

“I was miserable.”

“You survived.”

“Barely.”

You giggled, unable to keep the act going any longer.

His smile grew the second he heard it.

“There's my girl.”

Before he moved any closer, he looked at you expectantly.

“So,” he asked quietly, “am I finally allowed to kiss my girlfriend?”

You let the silence hang for just a second, enjoying the way he waited instead of assuming.

“You can kiss me.”

He didn't waste another second.

The kiss was warm and familiar, somehow both gentle and full of every ounce of tension that had built up throughout the night. When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours with a laugh.

“I cannot believe you got me.”

“Oh, I absolutely got you.”

“You did.”

His hands settled around your waist. “I should probably be worried that you're learning my tricks.”

“You should.”

He smiled mischievously. “Good.”

“Good?”

“Because now I know this relationship is going to stay interesting.”

You rolled your eyes. “You are impossible.”

“And yet,” he said, stealing one quick kiss before you could protest, “you're still crazy about me.”

You groaned dramatically. “I walked right into that one.”

“You really did.”

From inside, the unmistakable sound of Allie cheering echoed through the open door. “Told you it'd work!”

You buried your face in Logan's shoulder in embarrassment. “Oh my gosh.”

He looked toward the doorway and laughed. “She was spying on us, wasn't she?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Should we give her the satisfaction?”

You peeked back toward the party before slipping your hand into his. “I think we already did.”

He intertwined your fingers with yours. “Come on.”

“Where?”

“Dance with me.”

“I thought I was supposed to avoid you all night.”

“You completed the assignment.” He pulled you back toward the music with a grin. “My turn to keep you all to myself.”

The moment you stepped back inside, Allie and Hannah exchanged triumphant looks while Garrett just shook his head.

“Told you he'd fold,” Allie whispered.

Garrett laughed. “Nah.” He pointed toward Logan, who still hadn't let go of your hand. “They both did.”

author's note: Hope you guys enjoyed this one, I thought it was such a cute idea and I love Logan being flustered! Please message me with any Logan requests! <3

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It's All Fucked (Part 2)

John Logan x girlfriend reader

summary: Logan and his girlfriend struggle to communicate post surgery

warnings: sports injury, hospital, swearing, mentions of alcoholic parent, angst (but still a lot of fluff don't worry!)

*this story is using Logan's past from the books*

word count: 3.2k

part 1

Logan was still holding your hand. The mood in the room was tense and you wanted more than anything to avoid conflict with your loving boyfriend who had taken care of you through everything so far. But you still couldn’t fully forgive him for trying to make it seem like everything was going to be okay. As much as you wanted a supportive boyfriend by your side, you also wanted him to understand how hard this was going to be for you. Field hockey was your life and you had worked so hard to be able to play at Briar. But at the same time you know he was trying his best and loved you and you loved him too. You knew this wasn't the time to pick a fight.

You squeezed his hand, “I love you, but we have some things to sort out when I get back.” 

He sighed in relief. “Of course. I love you more than anything, Y/N. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

You gave him a sad smile as they wheeled you away for surgery. 

Logan sat in the waiting room replaying the conversation between you all over and over again. Sure you all had some arguments here and there over the past year of your relationship, but they were always over small things that were able to be settled easier. This argument felt like something rooted deeper. He sighed and buried his head in his palms. He should’ve told you about the draft. He should’ve been honest about the deal with his brother Jeff and his alcoholic father. Sure you knew things weren’t perfect in the Logan household and you had even visited the garage a time or two throughout the summer when Logan worked there, but Logan never let you get too close to the truth of what would happen to him after college. He was looking forward to the next two years of college and continuing to grow your relationship. He shouldn’t have been so scared to open up. He vowed to have that hard conversation with you the moment you were ready to talk. 

After what felt like years, a nurse called your name and Logan came back to check on you after surgery. You had been moved to post-op to have your vitals monitored before you could return home. 

“She should be waking up shortly.” the nurse said to Logan before leaving him alone in the room with you. He sat down on the side of your bed and pulled your hand into his lap. He looked down at your knee all wrapped up in a bandage with a big black brace over top. He really did feel sorry. He realized that if he were in your position he probably wouldn’t want someone telling him it was going to be fine either. He would be just as pissed as you were. Tearing an ACL and MCL is a nightmare every athlete wishes to never endure. He had been lucky to be playing hockey for as long as he has without any serious injuries. 

“Logan.” You pulled him out of his thoughts as you murmured his name, eyes fluttering open. “You’re here.”

“Of course honey, do you think I would just leave you at the hospital to fend for yourself?” he teased, falling back into a natural banter with you.

“I don’t know, you hockey boys are always busy with something.” you teased right back, rubbing your thumb over his hand still gripping onto you. 

“How are you feeling right now?” He asked, concern filling his eyes.

“I’m in some pain, but I just want to go home.” you replied. Your gaze shifted down to where your hands were connected as you asked, “Are we okay?”

“Look, Y/N, I want to apologize. I thought I knew what you needed to hear but looking back I was an asshole to just assume everything was going to be fine. You’re right, I don’t know exactly what you’re going through and I should’ve listened better and I’m sorry.” 

“Thank you for apologizing, really. And you have taken such good care of me already through all of this. I’m sorry again for lashing out, you didn’t deserve it. You were trying to help, I get it. And there’s no way I could stay mad at such a pretty face anyways.” You say giggling as you pull him into a hug.

“I’m glad my pretty face is my only redeeming quality.” He said pulling away from the hug revealing a grin spreading across his face.

The doctor came in a little while later explaining how to care for your knee post surgery and to schedule the follow up visit. The nurse came in with the dreaded crutches and you were finally sent home. Logan drove you back to your apartment and helped you hobble your way to your room. 

“I am in desperate need of a shower. I can’t believe you cuddled me in this state, I mean I was all sweaty from the game when they loaded me into the ambulance and then I’ve been sitting in a gross hospital bed for the past two days.” You sighed as Logan sat your belongings on the floor. 

He laughed, “I’ve smelled worse. Have you seen the hockey house bathroom?”  

“I guess that makes me feel a little better.”

Logan helped you waterproof wrap your knee and started running a warm bath for you. When the water was ready you climbed in and hung your right leg over the edge of the tub careful not to get it wet. You washed most of your body and Logan helped wash your back and hair. He massaged the shampoo into your scalp and you relaxed into his touch.

“Have you ever thought about working at a hair salon? Your head massages are great.” You said eyes closed as he continued washing your hair.

“Oh shut up, how do you think I keep these luscious locks so shiny.” he said, motioning to his own hair. 

“Didn’t know telling you to work at a hair salon would give you such an ego boost. But seriously I’m never washing my own hair again, this is fantastic.” 

He dried you off and helped you back to your room where he had gotten a pair of his boxers and one of his Briar hockey sweatshirts out for you to change into. 

“I feel so much better, thank you baby.” You sighed relaxing into your pillows.

“Of course, I gotta make sure my girl feels comfortable. Are you hungry? I can get us something to eat.” He offered. 

“Yes I’m actually craving Chinese.”

“You got it.”

After eating and watching one of your favorite romcoms in bed with Logan you were content to fall asleep curled up next to him. 

You were woken up by the feeling of Logan getting out of bed. He crouched down in front of you at the side of the bed and gently stroked your hair, “I gotta head out for practice but Hannah and Allie are coming over while I’m gone, okay baby?” 

“Mhm.” You mumbled eyes still closed, head leaning into his touch.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and left for practice. You dozed off for a little bit until you heard footsteps coming into your apartment. 

“Hey Y/N, we brought you your favorite coffee!” Hannah said, walking into your room.

You slowly started to stretch and sit yourself back against your headboard. 

“Aw you guys are the best!” You replied with a yawn. “I am definitely in need of some coffee right now.” Hannah and Allie settled on your bed and you chatted away while sipping on your coffee.

“Me and Logan kind of got into a fight yesterday before the surgery.” You blurted out, anxiously fidgeting with your hands. “I mean we made up but I’m scared things are going to be weird between us."

“Aw honey, tell us everything.” Allie said, reaching over to hold your hand. 

You started to explain, “When the doctor told me everything I just got really overwhelmed and anxious and I know I shouldn’t have, but I lashed out on Logan after he told me I was going to be okay. Like I know he was trying to comfort me, but this is a life changing thing. I have given so much to field hockey and in one moment it was all taken away from me. And I feel like a burden to him. He literally had to help me shower and get dressed last night. Like what if he gets sick of having to take care of me?” 

“Woah, slow down. First of all, that’s totally valid, we see how passionate you are about playing and this is such a shock. But I don’t think Logan saying everything was going to be okay was him not listening, I think he was dealing with shock too. I think you should just tell him what you told us.” Hannah remarked. “And also he is obviously head over heels in love with you, I don’t think he could ever get tired of taking care of you.”

“Exactly babe, I think he was trying his best and maybe didn’t fully think through what you needed to hear at the moment. You guys are such a strong couple, there’s no way this little bump is going to mess up your relationship. And don’t ever think you are a burden. We are here because we care about you and know that you would take care of us if we were in your position. I’m sure Logan is feeling the exact same way. Plus we all saw how handsy you guys get even in a freaking hospital.” Allie added with a giggle. 

“I’m sorry my love language is physical touch!” You laughed. “I just feel bad now, like why was I mad at him for trying to be supportive? He is literally the sweetest and I was a jerk.”

“You did have a right to be angry and I think you were just more mad at the situation and not exactly at him.” Hannah reassured you. 

“You are so right.” You said, “But seriously thank you guys, that makes me feel so much better.” 

“This is why we have girl talk. Boys aren’t always great at communication.” Hannah commented. “Let’s not forget when me and Garrett broke up, he enforced a campus wide hands off law instead of just telling me he missed me.” 

You all collapsed in a heap of giggles and continued to have a lazy morning filled with gossip and laughs. 

Logan returned from practice and Hannah and Allie said their goodbyes. Allie looked back at you before closing the door giving you a look that was screaming please talk to him! 

Logan came into your room to check on you and helped you prop your knee up on a pillow to get more comfortable.

“Logan, I think we need to talk.” You said as he sat down at the end of your bed and nodded for you to continue. “I think when I snapped at you at the hospital I was just really overwhelmed at the situation and I let my anger get the best of me. I also just felt really insecure because I knew that everyone was going to have to help me through this and I don’t want to feel like a burden to any of you guys. Especially you Logan. I hate that you have to drop all of your plans to take care of me. A part of me said all of those hurtful things because I’m scared you’re going to realize I’m too much of a hassle to deal with.” 

“Hey, baby, please hear me when I say that you will never ever feel like a burden to me. I am here because I love you and would trade places with you if I could. I hate seeing you in pain and am so sorry that you got injured. It is the very least I can do to help you through this hard time. I’m still trying to wrap my head around how I got to be with the most genuine, selfless, and funny person. So I don’t ever want you to feel guilty about this situation, okay?” he said, looking at you with eyes full of adoration. 

You nodded and wiped a tear from the corner of your eye. “I think the same thing about how lucky I am to be the girlfriend of the famous John Logan.” You said with a smile.

He let out a laugh before continuing, “There is something that I should’ve told you a long time ago though. I kicked myself for not telling you sooner, especially as I watched you being wheeled back into surgery, so I’m going to tell you now.” You gave him an encouraging nod, nervous about what he was getting ready to tell you. “I haven’t been completely honest about my home life. My dad got into a really bad accident that messed up his legs and left him to turn to alcohol when the doctors stopped prescribing pain meds. He was so drunk all the time he refused to go to physical therapy and so his legs never healed properly and it caused a lot of pain. He's always drunk and we tried rehab a couple times but it never sticks so that’s why me and Jeff are running the mechanic shop. Jeff made a deal with me that if I got to go off to college and play hockey and get my degree, he would take care of Logan and Sons for four years. But once I graduate I’m off to run the shop full time while he takes some time off. I’ve been lying about being passed off in the NHL draft. The truth is I never entered the draft because I knew I would have to take over the shop once I’m done playing for Briar.” 

“Oh my gosh, that is a lot to process. I had no clue any of that was going on.” You replied, sitting there stunned. 

“I haven’t told anyone this before. Not even Garrett knows.” He said, his voice breaking at the end. 

“Oh Logan, come here.” you say opening up your arms to pull him into a hug. “Baby I wish you would’ve told me sooner, that is too much for one person to have to carry alone.” 

He pulled you in tighter and whispered into your neck, “It’s just hard to be vulnerable when people expect you to be this strong hockey player that has no weaknesses.”

“Johnny you don’t have to always be so strong, you can let me in. I’m here whenever you want to talk, I thought you knew that.” You said pulling back so you could look him in the eyes. 

His hands dropped to grip your waist. “Of course I know you’re here for me. And that’s what I wanted to tell you back at the hospital, I really do know what it’s like to have an expiration date on playing a sport. I know our situations are different but I really can understand what you’re going through.”

“Now I feel even worse, I was literally sitting there yelling at you that you don’t know what it’s like and I had no clue you were going through that.” You said burying your head in your hands.

“No it’s not your fault, I should’ve told you a lot sooner but I just didn’t want to waste time dwelling on my depressing future when I have this amazing life going for me now. I guess I’m just trying to pretend the inevitable will never happen. It’s just easier to fantasize about playing on the Bruins with Garrett.” He replied while gripping your hands and pulling them away from your face.

“Logan, can I give you my input on the situation?” 

“Of course, I always value your opinion.” He said mindlessly rubbing circles at your waist. 

“Look I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but to be completely blunt I think that your dad is an immature asshole for making his sons run his business when you all have your own lives to live. Logan, you and I both know you’re good enough to play for the Bruins. He’s an asshole for taking that away from you. Can’t you talk to him about selling the business?”

“Me and Jeff have tried everything, but his rehab never sticks and we can’t just give away the family business.” He replied fidgeting with the hem of your sweatshirt.

“I don’t see why not, you’ll be making way more money in the NHL than in the mechanic shop,” You pointed out. 

“I know but it’s not that simple.” He said his gaze returning to you.

“Please Lo, just promise me you’ll think about talking to your dad. Hell, I'll give him a peace of my mind if he plans on keeping my amazing, talented boyfriend from achieving his dreams.” 

The corner of his mouth finally twitched upward into a small smile. “I’ll think about it, I promise. And thank you for saying that. I think I have a hard time fighting for what I want and just want to do what's easier sometimes. But you push me to be a better person and I truly appreciate that.” 

“Of course baby. Now, I only charge twenty an hour for my advice and I’ll be here all day,” you said grinning.

He laughed and leaned in to attack you with kisses. “Isn’t there like a boyfriend discount code I can use?” He said in between leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw.

“Sorry that promotion ended last week.” You replied with a giggle.

 “That’s too bad, I had a long list of my many other life problems to deal with today.” He sighed giving you his signature smirk.

“I really am glad you were able to tell me. And let me know when I need to go have that meeting with your dad.” You said reaching up to brush a piece of hair out of his face. 

“I might have to give my dad a week's notice to prepare for the wrath of my girlfriend.”

“Well he’s the only thing standing in my way to becoming an NHL wife so he should be scared.”

“NHL wife? Is that the only reason you’re dating me?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow.

“I mean that and your gorgeous hair, my kids can’t be ugly.” you retorted trying to keep a straight face.

“What am I going to do with you, baby?” he questioned, shaking his head.

“Well first you need to start planning the proposal. I’m expecting a grand gesture. And it’s gotta be sooner rather than later because then we gotta get to actually planning the wedding so-”

He cut you off with a kiss and your hands tangled into his hair and pulled him closer. He pulled back for a second and rested his forehead against yours, “Sounds like I have to start saving up my money for this grand proposal and wedding we’re gonna have.” 

“Don’t forget the giant rock you also have to put on my finger.” You grinned before pulling him back to connect your lips again and you felt him smiling into the kiss. You guys were going to be more than okay. Even if you were stuck dealing with an injury, there was nobody you’d rather do it with than John Logan.

author's note: Hope you guys enjoyed part 2, I really enjoyed writing it!! And thank you so much for the love on the first part! I don't really know what to do for future parts so if you all want more please send in ideas!

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It's All Fucked

John Logan x girlfriend reader

summary: Logan's girlfriend is a field hockey player and things go wrong at her season's home opener game

warnings: sports injury, swearing, hospital, athlete depression, angst

author's note: hey everyone! I literally haven't posted in years and have been really enjoying all of the Logan content on here so I thought I would write while I impatiently wait for Off Campus season 2! Hope you guys enjoy, part two is already in the works don't worry! If anyone wants to send in any Logan requests feel free!

word count: 3k

part 2!

"I think I'm gonna throw up." You groaned as you finished slicking back your hair into the signature bun hairstyle you do for every game.

"Baby it's only the home opener nobody is expecting perfection. And after I promise we can watch any movie you want and I won't even complain if you put on one of those cheesy romcoms you love," Logan replied, coming up behind you to give you a hug as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"Yeah but why do we have to play Harvard for our home opener? I swear our coach hates us. I mean Coach Jensen would never have you all playing Harvard as your home opener." You continue to whine as you lean back into his hug.

"And that's why you should've played the superior version of hockey, like why do you all even play on grass when you could be skating?" he teased.

"John Logan I know you're not dissing on field hockey right now. Just because we don't slam each other into the glass every five seconds doesn't mean we're not as good as you guys, it just means we actually know how to regulate our emotions." You huffed out as you glared at him in the mirror. 

"Oh come on princess, you know I just like to see you get all riled up. It's hot as fuck." He replied, spinning you around to pull you into a kiss.

You pulled back before he could get carried away. "I have to finish getting ready Logan, can you not keep it in your pants for a whole morning?" You giggled before adding another hair tie to secure your bun and walking to your room to get dressed in your uniform.

"Sorry for being obsessed with my stunning athlete girlfriend. Seriously, how did I get so lucky?" he said as he followed you like a puppy into your room. 

"You're so clingy, you know that? But I do love you too Johnny." You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pushing him towards the door of your apartment. "Now please leave so I'm not late to warm ups!"

"Fine I'll leave but only because I'm going to see you again after the game. You are going to crush it today baby!" he replied as he blew you a kiss from the doorway.

You smiled to yourself and continued to get ready for the game. While Logan was always so cool and collected before his hockey games you were always internally freaking out and he was there to calm you down. In the past year since you’ve been dating he would sleep over the night before a game to make sure you actually slept and didn't overthink every little thing that could go wrong and then he would tease you all morning to help keep your worries at bay. It was your sophomore year and you were finally called up to be a starter. You had gotten decent playing time your freshmen year and was ecstatic when coach told you you would be the starting center midfielder. So a lot was riding on this game to say the least. 

Warm ups went smooth as usual and you were feeling a lot better about the game after the locker room chat. Now it was game time and the nerves were starting to creep back. We lined up in front of our bench as the announcer started calling out the starting line up for each team. When your name and number was called your eyes darted in the direction of the cheering and locked eyes with Logan who was standing up and clapping alongside Garrett, Dean, Tucker, Hannah, and Allie. When you had started dating Logan you were already friends with Hannah and Allie from being in some of the same classes as them and the boys had welcomed you into the group with open arms. You were glad they came to the game to support you.

After the announcer finished calling each team’s lineups we took the field and the first quarter started. Harvard scored with two minutes left in the first quarter after stealing the ball from one of Briar’s defenders leaving the team a little rattled. The second quarter started and things were getting rough out on the field. You kept getting frustrated at the shoving from Harvard not getting called. One of your teammates ended up getting a yellow card for pushing which left Briar feeling even more frustrated. With five minutes left in the second quarter you were dribbling down the field and dodged a defender while passing the 25 yard line. The defender you had dodged raced behind you and swiped her stick around your right knee. The scene unfolded in slow motion. As you tried to keep moving her stick stayed locked onto your knee and you heard a sickening pop as you crashed onto the ground. You let out a cry that silenced the stands. You immediately felt pain shooting up and down your right leg as you went to grab at your leg. One of your teammates immediately knelt down and cradled your head as you continued sobbing in pain.

“Shh it’s ok, the trainer is coming.” She tried to comfort you. The trainer jogged over to you and started assessing your leg and asking you questions.

“Where does it hurt? Did you feel a pop when it happened?” The trainer asked.

“Fuck my knee!” you gritted out. “Yes it popped, it’s my ACL isn’t it.” 

“I can’t say for sure right now but we’re calling an ambulance.” The trainer reassured, “It sounds like an ACL tear but they have to do an MRI to confirm.”

You looked up at your teammate and sobbed knowing your season was over before it had even started. “I-fuck, can someone get Logan. Please.” Your voice wobbled between sobs of pain. All you wanted right now was for your boyfriend to hold your hand and tell you everything would be okay. 

“We can’t let him on the field but I’ll let the paramedics know you want him with you.” The trainer replied regretfully. Your teammate continued to gently rub your head in an attempt to calm you down. You heard the ambulance approaching. It was all a blur of pain as they loaded you onto the stretcher and started wheeling you towards the ambulance. 

Meanwhile Logan had been up on his feet as soon as he heard your bone chilling scream when you collapsed. He raced down the stairs of the bleachers and ran to the fence separating the bleachers from the field. One of the referees came over to him and told him he couldn’t be on the field.

“That’s my girlfriend out there.” Logan argued pacing along the fence.

“I’m sorry but it’s against the rules, no spectators on the field.” The referee answered stoically. 

Logan heard the ambulance pull up before he saw it. He immediately rushed over to where they were wheeling the stretcher off the field towards the parking lot. 

“Sir I’m going to need you to get out of the way.” One of the EMTs said to him.

“Logan.” You mumbled weakly from the stretcher. “That’s my boyfriend, let him through.” 

“Hey, hey.” he said calmly once he was next to you, “I’m right here baby, I got you.” 

His gentleness brought even more tears to your eyes and he held your hand as they loaded you into the ambulance.

The ride was brutal to say the least. Every bump in the road caused your leg to shift which brought a new wave of pain every time. 

“Johnny, it really hurts.” you cried, both hands scrambling to grab his arm. You pulled his arm closer and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“I know, I’m so sorry baby. They’re getting you to the hospital as fast as they can.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. 

“As soon as we get you to the hospital we’ll get you on some pain meds, but we have to keep you coherent enough to answer some questions once we get you admitted.” The EMT explained. 

The ambulance finally pulled into the hospital and they unloaded the stretcher. Logan holding your hand every step of the way. 

“They’re going to take you back now for your MRI Y/N. All visitors will have to wait in the waiting room.” The EMT said, then turning to Logan, “A nurse will come get you when she gets admitted into her room after the MRI.”

“Okay, thank you.” Logan replied before crouching down next to you and cupping your face, “It’s all going to be okay sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He wiped away the tear that escaped the corner of your eye and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you Logan.” You said as more tears ran down your face. You squeezed his hand and then you were then wheeled away from Logan and into the room for your MRI.

Logan sat in the waiting room trying his best to be patient. There was nothing worse than seeing his girl in pain. He wished he could trade places with you. He hated that he couldn’t be with you right now. 

The doors of the waiting room opened up and in walked Hannah, Allie, Garrett, Dean, and Tucker. They immediately sat down around Logan.

“What happened man?” Garrett asked.

“Is she okay?!” Allie exclaimed.

“They took her back for an MRI. It’s probably an ACL tear but they can’t tell how bad yet. They said we can see her once they get her settled in a room.” Logan replied, voice wobbly. 

“Shit, she’s going to be so upset. Poor Y/N.” Hannah said. 

“That Harvard girl that did this should be banned from field hockey.” Dean commented, “Like no way was that legal.” 

“I know she completely ruined Y/N’s season.” Tucker said regretfully. 

A nurse opened a door into the waiting room and announced your name saying you were settled in your room and could have visitors.

You were a little groggy from the pain medicine being pumped into you through your IV but perked up when you saw six familiar faces walking into your room. Allie and Hannah immediately rushed to either side of your bed and you pulled them into a hug as tears stung the corners of your eyes. 

“Y/N! Honey, how are you feeling?” Allie asked, pulling away from the hug. 

“I’ve been better.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood. 

Everyone circled around your bed and Hannah moved to the side to let Logan come around and give you a hug. You melted into his arms as his hands rubbed your back and you buried your head in his neck breathing him in. His scent helping to ease your anxiety. He pulled back and gave you a peck on the lips.

“I’m glad you’re feeling good enough to joke, baby.” He said, giving you a gentle smile.

“Look I know she’s hurt but can we please keep the PDA to a minimum people.” Dean teased.

“Logan, I give you full permission to punch him right now.” You said smiling back at Dean.

“Oh I’m not afraid of this guy, I could take him in my sleep.” Dean retorted.

“I wouldn’t be too confident Dean, Logan was benching more than you last week.” Garrett said laughing.

“Woah, G, you’re supposed to be taking my side!” Dean exclaimed, “Tucker back me up here, I could totally beat Logan in a fight.”

“I hate to say it Dean but Logan did beat you pretty bad when we had that fight night with the team.” Tucker argued.

“Wait, is that why you came home with a black eye the other week??” Allie questioned Dean. “You told me it was from practice.”

“Tucker, fight night is supposed to be a top secret tradition!” Dean whined. “And Logan may or may not have gotten my eye but that doesn’t automatically make him the winner!”

“Agree to disagree.” Logan replied, “I came out with a bruise to the ribs and that was it, you on the other hand…”

“I will not take this slander anymore!” Dean pouted.

“Yeah I don’t know if this arguing is helping Y/N rest.” Hannah chimed in.

“It’s okay guys, it makes me feel more at home.” You said, giving them a weak smile. “It’s getting late, why don’t you all go home and get some rest. I can keep you all updated on what the doctor says.”

Everyone came to give you a hug and said their goodbyes while Logan hung back insisting to stay the night. 

“I’m glad you’re staying with me.” You said looking into his big brown eyes as he settled down in the chair beside your bed. 

“Of course, baby. I meant what I said before, I’m not going anywhere. You need anything at all you tell me.” 

You reached out your arms to pull him into a hug and whispered into his neck, “I’m really scared Johnny.” 

He pulled back so he could look at you but you didn’t meet his eyes. “Hey look at me sweetheart.” You looked at him with tears filling your tired eyes. “You are the strongest person I know and if anyone can get through this it’s you. I know this isn’t what you wanted and I know recovery is going to be hard, but I’m here to help you. You don’t have to be strong around me, let me help you.”

His kind words only made you start to cry harder. “Can you come here?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. To which he immediately climbed into the bed next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, careful not to move your right leg. You rested your head on his chest and reached over to intertwine your fingers with his. He rubbed soothing circles with his thumb on your hand until you fell asleep. 

You woke up to the sound of your heart monitor steadily beeping and reality came crashing back down. Logan felt you stirring and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “How’s my girl doing? Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah I think the pain meds helped knock me out, I slept pretty good.” You replied, giving him a sleepy smile.

“Good baby, I’m glad you got some rest.”

The doctor came in shortly after to update you on your knee. “From the MRI scan we saw that you tore your ACL and MCL. We’re planning on going through with surgery this morning so we can send you home hopefully sometime this evening. Recovery is quite extensive, you’ll have to be on crutches for about six weeks and wear a brace. Then you’ll continue to wear the brace and start to walk and go to physical therapy for a few months before we can clear you for field hockey. Typical recovery time is 8-12 months.”

“Okay,” was all you were able to force out as you started to feel yourself go numb. What do you mean 8-12 months? How could this be happening? You were supposed to be enjoying your starting spot you had worked so hard for, not stuck barely being able to hobble around on crutches.

“They’re going to start prepping you for surgery if that’s okay.” The doctor said, interrupting your thoughts.

You just nodded as the doctor left the room and stared blankly at the wall.

“Hey, Y/N. What are you thinking right now baby?” Logan asked concerned.

“My career is over Logan. It’s all down the drain.” Your numbness had started to give way to the anger that had been simmering since the accident. “It’s all fucked. I won’t be able to play this season obviously and then I won’t even have time to get in shape for next season and then I’m going to be so out of practice that they won’t even want me on the team for my senior year. So yeah it’s all fucked.”

Logan went to take your hands in his and tried to comfort you, “We gotta have a positive outlook here. I know this isn’t what you wanted but you are going to get past this, I promise.”

“Easy for you to say Logan! You’re not the one sitting here in a shitty hospital bed about to be wheeled to surgery. You can still play hockey. You’re going to be just fine going off to play in the NHL and I’ll just be at home rotting away in my stupid fucking knee brace. So no John I don’t really want to have a positive attitude right now.” 

Your words cracked something in Logan’s chest. He understood you were hurt and he just wanted to comfort you. Before he had a chance to say anything a nurse came in and said they were ready to wheel you to surgery. 

“Y/N please, I’m sorry. I was just trying to help.” Logan said motioning for the nurse to wait a second. “Can we please not fight right now, you’re about to go into surgery and I want us to be okay.”

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. You knew Logan truly wanted the best for you but you were really upset with your circumstances at the moment. “Yeah you’re right Logan, I’m sorry I snapped at you, but I still mean what I said. It’s hard for you to understand what I’m going through.”

Logan looked at you with tears in his eyes. He hadn’t told you about his deal with his older brother Jeff about taking over the garage after college. You had no idea that he had been lying about being passed over in the draft and that he never actually entered the draft. He really did know what you were going through and he wished at this moment he had told you. 

part 2!

let me know if you all want more parts! hope you enjoyed <3

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someone please make more john logan x reader stories!!! i need more logan content while i wait for season 2!!🏒🫶🏼🥰

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summary: part 1 of tom blyth x med student (idk how many parts this will be so just enjoy!) also this is taking place pretty much modern day when tom is filming part 2 of season 2 of billy the kid.

mackenzie blaire was my best friend and roommate. we met our sophomore year at nyu when her boyfriend had broken up with her OVER TEXT and i found her in the bathroom at a bar sobbing her eyes out. i was at the time getting over a very toxic situation ship so we immediately hit it off and have been roommates and best friends ever since. she was currently pursuing her acting career while i was in my 4th year of med school. mackenzie had starred in billy the kid alongside tom blyth and ever since then let’s just say i had developed a crush on him. me and mackenzie had gone to see the ballad of songbirds and snakes in theaters together and let’s just say my crush had gotten ten times worse. so tonight was the people’s choice awards and tom and mackenzie were both nominated for season 2 of billy the kid. and of course mackenzie picked me to be her plus one!

“i am soo nervous.” i said pouring mackenzie and myself a cup of coffee.

“you will be fine and tom will be obsessed with you by the end of the night, trust me!” she said.

“but kenz you are the outgoing and bold one, me not so much. this is why you’re the actress and i’m still in college.” i sighed, med school was super interesting and everything i thought it would be but sometimes seeing how successful kenzie was kinda made me jealous.

“ok first of all, you are like the smartest person i know. and you are so funny so please don’t get yourself down. you are so positive about everyone else, it’s time for you to be happy for yourself!” kenzie always knew what to say.

“you’re so right. i am just going to enjoy myself and we are going to have the best time regardless that i might get rejected by the single hottest guy on the planet, tom blyth.” i laughed.

i was enjoying my coffee and reading my book when my phone buzzed. i picked it up to see that tom blyth started following me on instagram. i sprinted into mackenzie’s room.

“TOM JUST FOLLOWED ME ON INSTAGRAM!” i pretty much shouted at her.

“oh my gosh y/n! this is huge!! i have been texting him on and off today and i told him you were quite the catch soo….”

“what exactly did you say???” i love how she just casually brought up that she was texting tom blyth like what.

“just how charming and sweet and funny you are. i guess that made him want to go check out your insta and he must’ve liked what he saw.” she said eyebrows wiggling.

“now i literally cannot wait to get to see him tonight! this is actually insane am i dreaming right now??”

she laughed, “i’m so happy for you! looks like its time to get ready, tom won’t know what hit him when you get onto that red carpet!”

we walked into our shared bathroom. it was perfect to get ready because of the huge double sink vanity.

“kenz you have no idea how excited i am! the nerves are like completely gone and i just can’t believe i actually get to come with you!”

“yay, y/n i am so happy you get to come too. like who else would i want to party it up with on a red carpet?” she laughed and we started putting on our makeup. i loved getting all glammed up and mackenzie curled my hair. i finally put on my yellow floor length dress that was absolutely stunning. it hugged my body perfectly and had a slit that came up the side. i then slipped on my gold heels and stepped out to see mackenzie in her gorgeous coral dress.

“omg y/n you are STUNNING! tom isn’t going to be able to take his eyes off of you!!” mackenzie exclaimed.

“mackenzie you literally look like a disney princess right now, that dress was made for you!!” we definitely picked out our dresses to match each other and man we were going to kill it on the red carpet.

we stepped out of our car and i was immediately overwhelmed by the flashing of cameras and the amount of people at this event. i felt like a celebrity myself with all the pictures being taken of me and mackenzie. all of a sudden i heard someone saying mackenzie’s name. i turned around and bam there was tom blyth.

“tom!! it is so great to see you!” kenzie said leaning in for a hug. oh my goodness he looked even better in person if that was even possible. THE tom blyth was hugging my best friend. like obviously they had acted together in billy the kid and every time i watched it that felt insane to me but seeing this in person was crazy.

“mackenzie! it is so so good to see you darling.” tom said in his accent which was the hottest thing ever. then those blue eyes found their way to mine. “you must be y/n! kenzie won’t shut up about how awesome you are, it is such an honor to meet you in person.” he said. my shocked face was blocked from his view as he pulled me into a hug. oh my gosh i am hugging tom blyth right now at the people’s choice awards. he said it was an honor to meet me. is my life even real right now?? my mind was spinning.

“it is such an honor to meet you! you were so amazing in billy the kid and the hunger games, i’m glad people are understanding the tom blyth hype now.” i gushed, im sorry but i was completely fan girling like how could i not??

“oh the tom blyth hype? are you a supporter?” he questioned, was he flirting? was i flirting with tom blyth?

“i guess you could say that.” i blushed. now keep in mind somehow during this conversation kenzie had abandoned me so it was just me and tom on the red carpet which i guess i should thank her for but i was also very flustered.

“do you ever get used to these cameras?” i questioned tom as the cameras flashed at us.

“not really, but it’s easier to get through when you have company.” he winked. that sent butterflies erupting in my stomach. so what exactly had mackenzie said about me that made tom so flirty tonight??

“may i?” he asked wondering if he could slip his arm around my waist to pose for some more pictures. i just nodded and giggled. he laughed and snaked his arm around my waist.

“that dress is gorgeous on you, i can’t believe this is your first red carpet. you are such a natural at this.” tom whispered into my ear. feeling his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.

“i think it’s because you are doing all the work. i’m just standing here and looking pretty.” i shrugged making him laugh.

as we neared the end of the carpet there were stairs we had to climb down. and tom being the gentleman that he was, went down quickly so he could hold my hand and help me down the stairs. the lyrics from slut! by taylor swift started playing in my head ‘in a world of boys he’s a gentleman.’ we made our way inside and there were so many tables i had no where to go and i froze. tom smiled and placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to our table. gosh he was hot, funny, and so sweet.

“y/n! you made it. i see you and tom had a fun time on the carpet.” kenzie said as me and tom sat down. my seat was perfect - i was in between tom and mackenzie. other actors that worked on billy the kid were also seated at our table such as daniel webber and josh cruddas.

“y/n is quite the natural on the carpet. she was cracking jokes and that was the fastest the red carpet has ever gone for me, i think she needs to come to all of my events.” tom gushed.

“i wouldn’t mind. getting all glammed up is pretty fun and you were the one cracking all the jokes. i feel like i just stood there laughing the whole time.” i smiled. how were me and tom acting like old friends already, we just met? the chemistry was wild.

the lights started to dim signaling the show was about to begin. they were announcing action movie of the year and the ballad of songbirds and snakes won!! i shot out of my seat to congratulate tom. since he was right next to me i got to hug him first hehe.

“congratulations tom!!” i cheered as he hugged me. he smiled and went to hug kenzie and then he went up on stage with the rest of the hunger games cast. rachel zegler started her speech saying how thankful she was for the wonderful cast and the amazing fans. then tom said how this was such a wonderful opportunity and he was so thankful for the franchise and everyone showing so much support. i clapped and got a little teary eyes at their speeches.

tom returned to his seat and the rest of the table said their congratulations. the show continued and rachel zegler won the action movie star of the year. taylor swift won lots of course, loved her so much.

then billy the kid won an award and the whole table stood up except me and made their way to the stage. mackenzie and tom said a few words of thanks and i was so proud!

after the show we headed to the after party and me and kenzie headed over to the bar.

“what could you have possibly said to tom?” i questioned her, “he’s been all over me tonight!”

“i don’t know, he must just be in love with you, i mean who wouldn’t.” she replied. “now let’s party it up! i heard there was gonna be some karaoke too.”

i was sipping on my drink and mackenzie had wondered off to talk to some other friends of hers and i was content to people watch. that’s when tom walked up to the bar and asked for some whiskey.

he smiled at me and asked, “how is your first red carpet after party going?”

“well i heard there was going to be some karaoke so i figured some alcohol in my system would give me the confidence to go up there. i love karaoke but im just some random med student at the people’s choice awards.”

“would it help if we were to do a duet?” tom offered eyebrows raised.

“that would be so fun! what song are you thinking?” i was grinning so much right now.

“i’m up for anything, the point of karaoke is to not know the words anyway.”

“umm definitely not the point of karaoke but we’re just going to ignore that flaw of yours.”

“flaw of mine?? i feel personally attacked on that one l/n.” he said.

i rolled my eyes and held back a giggle, “ooh! i have a song idea, but no making fun of me blyth. why don’t we we do what makes you beautiful by one direction! that would be a great duet and the crowd would love it.”

“you would be a one direction fan.” tom chuckled.

“i told you no making fun of me. and you are so a fan too, i can just tell.”

“fine you caught me. i love listening to one direction.” tom says.

i grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the sign up sheet. kenzie came up to us, “you got tom to sign up for karaoke??” she exclaimed.

“oh yeah! we’re doing a one direction song, it’s gonna be great!” i replied.

“be ready to be blown away.” tom said laughing.

before i knew it, it was time to go up and sing our duet. “you ready for this, darling?” tom asked helping me up on stage.

“oh i was born ready tom.” i giggled.

the song starts and i start singing:

You're insecure, don't know what for

You're turnin' heads when you walk through the door

Don't need makeup to cover up

Bein' the way that you are is enough

then tom starts singing and i forget about everyone watching

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

then we sing together and i walk closer towards him

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

tom sings looking at me the whole time

So c-come on, you got it wrong

To prove I'm right, I put it in a song

I don't know why you're being shy

And turn away when I look into your eyes

then i sing back to him

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

then we both sing dancing around the stage

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na

Na, na-na-na, na-na

Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na

Na, na-na-na, na-na

i sing and turn towards everyone watching and blush when i feel tom’s eyes on me

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know you're beautiful

both of us:

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

everyone is cheering to loudly and i feel like i have just had my high school musical troy and gabriella moment with tom. i looked at him and he had the biggest grin on his face and i knew i looked the same way. we got off stage and tom goes, “did we really just do that?”

at the same time i go, “that was incredible.” we just start laughing. mackenzie runs up to us.

“guys that was literally straight out of a movie. you guys had every single person at this party invested.” she said.

“i think that was my best karaoke performance yet.” i said grinning.

“i think it’s time to quit acting and me and y/n can take this show on the road.” tom laughed.

“such a great idea.” i said laughing and grabbed his arm to stabilize myself in my heels.

kenzie dragged us onto the dance floor and at some point rachel zegler, josh rivera, and hunter schafer joined us on the dance floor. what?! my mind was blown as they all said how amazing me and tom’s performance was. we danced and drank and laughed and boy was it a blast.

the party winded down and mackenzie and i were making our way out.

“wait y/n!” i heard tom call as i was about to climb into our car. i turned around as he jogged up to me.

“tonight was so fun and i just wanted to say it was a blast getting to know you, can i by chance get your number?” he asked sheepishly.

“yes of course! i had the best time too, you really know how to party!” i said laughing. we exchanged numbers and he hugged me good bye.

“see you later tom.”

“hope to see you soon l/n.”

author’s note: hope you all enjoyed! i can’t wait to continue this series. leave suggestions for other stories you want to read and i will get to it!

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hihi so I was wondering if you can make an dating singer!tomblyth and it can be fluff or smut it which one you prefer to write!

yes love this idea! i definitely want to write a series about this one but here’s just a one shot of this idea!

summary: tom blyth attends one of y/n’s concerts and she sings an unreleased song she wrote for him. (based on the unreleased gracie abrams song “in between”)

i was backstage right before the concert. usually before shows i’m not that nervous because i just love to preform but tonight was a little different. tom had been to tons of my shows of course but tonight i had a little surprise for him. i wrote the song “in between” for him and he has no clue about it so i decided to sing it tonight!

“hey love, you’re gonna do great out there!” tom said to me.

“thanks baby, love you!” i gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek then winked at him and walked onto the stage.

the intro to one of my songs started playing and as i walked onto the stage the crowd started going wild. i made it through the whole setlist dancing and having a blast. i saw tom singing along the whole time.

“do you all have time for one more song?” i asked knowing the fans would love this. “so i’ve been working on this song for a very special person in my life, and he’s actually here tonight. tom this is for you.”

i started singing:

“there’s holy ground beneath them and sparks fly when they kiss. he hates it when she’s crying, he hates when she’s away. even at their worst they know they’ll still be okay.”

i couldn’t help but giggle as tom watched in awe as i preformed this song i wrote about him. this was the exact reaction i was hoping for, he was actually so adorable.

“he laughs at her eyes, at her smile, at the glasses on her face. she love how he talks late at night, when there’s no one else to say how she’s beautiful and funny and smart. Like nothing he’s ever seen. He’s good to her and she wants it more than everything in between.”

i obviously had to throw in some taylor swift references because tom truly was my london boy, lover, endgame, king of my heart, and peace. i couldn’t wait to hear his thoughts after the show.

i returned backstage and tom immediately ran to me, picked me up, and twirled me around.

“you wrote a song for me??!!!” he exclaimed.

“of course i did, you’re literally the love of my life, i wouldn’t be here without you tom.”

“i wouldn’t be here without you. how did you even manage to keep that a secret and when is it being released??” tom said. i loved it when he fan girled over me hehe.

“i’ll sing it for you whenever you want, i’m not sure when i’ll release it, who knows if the fans even liked it.” i shrugged. “i’m just glad you like it so much. and wasn’t it so accurate though?”

“for sure, the line ‘she loves how he talks’ you literally are always telling me how much you love my accent and how you could listen to it all day.” he said laughing.

“yeah and the line ‘he hates when she’s away’ you act like it’s the end of the world when you have to go away for filming and i’m on tour.” i said grinning.

“well you hate it too, and yeah it’s true i hate it so much when we’re apart. next time you’re coming with me to whatever filming location, i’ll make sure it’s in my contract.” he insisted.

“sounds like a deal to me.” i smiled.

“i love you so much y/n.” tom pulled me into another hug and kissed the top of my head.

“i love you so much tom.”

author’s note: this one is pretty short because i plan on writing a singer x tom blyth series so i didn’t want to use up all my ideas on this one shot. so don’t worry, more tom blyth x singer content is coming soon!! also send more requests for what you want to read ;)

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hey! Thank you so much for the last fic! I loved it so much!!! I’m sorry to ask for another one so soon, but today is my birthday, and I was wondering if I could get one of Tom celebrating readers birthday? If not that’s totally cool. Thank you so much!!!

happy birthday! i have been so busy so i haven’t written anything in a little while but here you go, hope you enjoy!

summary: y/n’s birthday and tom planned a surprise…

i woke up feeling so excited, it was my birthday and tom had been acting a little suspicious lately. i was hoping he planned an elaborate surprise but whatever the day held i knew it would be great because i would be spending it with my boyfriend tom freaking blyth!

i got out of bed once i noticed tom must’ve already woken up. i walked into the kitchen and tom was on the phone with someone.

“hold on i gotta go.” tom said quickly.

weird i thought. “who was that?”

“oh it was just a work call but i said i had to go because it’s my favorite person’s birthday!” he said as he walked towards me. he snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

“so i was thinking we could go to that cafe you love for breakfast and then do some shopping and you could pick something out to wear because i have a little something planned for tonight.” tom explained.

“first of all, love the cafe idea and would love to go shopping with you. but how am i supposed to pick something out to wear for your little surprise if i have no idea what’s going on??” i replied.

“well darling that’s why i’m going along to make sure you pick the perfect thing. trust me i’ve got you.” he smiled and winked.

“ok then, i’m gonna start getting ready.”

“ohh i just thought of something…” tom said.

“what..?” i was so confused.

“we should do an instagram live and get ready together! it’ll be so fun for your birthday.” tom suggested.

“ooh wait yeah that sounds fun. and the fans will eat that up.” i laughed.

“so it’s y/n’s birthday and we’re getting ready to get brunch and shop for a dress for her to wear to my special surprise tonight.” tom was telling everyone on live.

“woah there’s already 80k watching you just started that live.” i said walking into frame. i had just gotten dressed and put on a little lilac sun dress that i absolutely adored and was saving for today.

“you look so stunning right now love.” tom commented and seemingly forgot we were even on live as he pulled me in by the waist and kissed me. he pulled away when he remembered we had an audience. i blushed and then looked at all the comments rolling in.

user: tom and y/n are so couple goals

user: tom forgot about the whole rest of world when y/n walked in

rachelzegler: happy birthday to my fav!!!!

hunterschafer: happy birthday bestie!!!!

“aww thanks rachel and hunter” i loved my friends so much.

i finished getting ready and then me and tom started walking to my favorite little cafe. i ordered my usual coffee order and tom got his oat milk latte as always. then we walked to the first of many shops.

“so what am i even looking for?” i asked

tom started picking out fancy dresses that he wanted me to try on, “something like this.”

“so it’s a fancy surprise you have planned then mr blyth..” i said wiggling my eyebrows.

“i could tell you but then i’d have to kill you.” he smirked.

so once tom had picked about 200 dresses for me to try on we headed to the dressing room.

i came out wearing a pink dress with lots of ruffles, “i feel like im wearing what would happen if a cupcake and a ballerina had a baby.”

tom started cackling, “yeah that’s not the look i was going for.”

next dress was definitely giving tigris vibes but definitely not something i could pull off, “umm am i about to attend a panem fashion show?”

“i think effie would be proud,” tom replied still grinning.

30 dresses later i slipped on the most beautiful magenta silk dress that fell to the floor with a slit coming about thigh length. it was soo gorgeous. i stepped out of the fitting room and let me tell you tom’s jaw DROPPED.

“y/n…wow just wow.” he was stunned.

i felt the blush creeping onto my face. “all these years of dating you blyth and i can still make you speechless.”

“well when you look like that, it’s not hard to make me speechless. i can’t believe it you’re so beautiful. we definitely have a winner.” he gushed.

“i think we definitely have a winner too.”

so after shopping we stopped to grab some pizza for lunch and then we headed back home to get ready for tom’s big surprise. i hadn’t really heard from rachel or hunter today and they’re never quiet so i was definitely feeling suspicious. i did my makeup, curled my hair, put on my dress and gold sparkly heels. i was looking at myself in the mirror and saw tom coming up to give me a hug from behind. he was in a suit with a matching magenta tie.

“what’s going on in that head of yours love?” tom asked.

“just thinking that dang you are so hot,” i laughed and leaned to kiss him. “i love you so much tom.”

“i love you so much y/n. let’s go get you to your special night.”

tom insisted i rode to our destination with a blindfold on so it wouldn’t ruin the surprise. i felt the car start to park and tom came around to my side of the car and opened my door. he took my hand and led me towards wherever we were going. i felt us walk into a building and then tom led me into an elevator.

“are you sure you’re not kidnapping me right now?” i asked.

“no promises,” tom laughed and then i felt a little bit of a breeze stepping out of the elevator. tom untied my blindfold and-

“SURPRISE!” i opened my eyes and i was standing on a rooftop overlooking the rest of new york and standing in front of me was all of my friends. it was so beautiful.

“oh my gosh!” i said covering my mouth, “i can’t believe it this is so wonderful you all!”

rachel and hunter ran up to me, “y/n you look drop dead gorgeous right now.” hunter exclaimed.

“that dress was made for you!” rachel commented.

“aww guys i can’t believe you all pulled this off! i was getting a little suspicious but i didn’t dream of this,” i said looking around. the rooftop was decorated in tons of flowers and with the sun setting it was so perfect.

“i can’t believe tom was able to keep a secret from you, i thought for sure he would tell.” hunter said.

“wow i love the faith you all have in me. but yes it was hard to keep this a secret but im glad it paid off.” tom said giving me a side hug.

the night was filled with dancing and love and music. rachel even convinced everyone to do karaoke and tom sang one of my favorite one direction songs “steal my girl” for me and i dedicated “london boy” to him. we even sang “you and i” by one direction as a duet which is another one of my favorites. by far the best birthday ever!

author’s note: hope you all enjoyed, i really liked writing this one! i’m going to keep responding to requests so don’t worry, im just not the fastest writer. but also stay on the lookout for the tom blyth series im about to start.

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hey, I love your work so much! It’s so cute and sweet! I was wondering, and if you don’t like it feel free to totally ignore it, it won’t hurt my feelings. But I was wondering how you would feel about Dad Tom. Like reader and Tom have like a little girl who he loves with his whole heart, or something like that. I don’t really know. Thx love!

i love this idea so much, tom would be such a good girl dad so here you go!

summary: tom, his wife y/n, and their three year old daughter eleanor blyth take a trip to the beach

i was so excited to see eleanor’s reaction to the beach. she had only ever been when she was a couple months old so not old enough to remember the sand or the ocean. she was so used to being raised in new york and with tom’s filming schedule we hadn’t been able to get away to one of my favorite places, nantucket. it was so gorgeous there and i had fond memories there of growing up so naturally i wanted to take eleanor there. we had flown in last night and today was our first day.

i rolled over in bed and was greeted with tom’s blue eyes. “good morning love.” tom said groggily, “are you excited for our beach day?”

“you bet! i can’t wait to have eleanor in her adorable little swim suit running around the beach.” i said grinning. tom leaned in and kissed me gently.

“i can’t wait to see you in a bikini,” he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows.

“watch in blyth, we can’t be having too much pda in front of eleanor. i know you get carried away..”

“i do not! it’s definitely you that gets carried away.” he retorted.

“well sorry if my hands can’t stay away from those gorgeous abs, all that time in the gym really shows when the shirt comes off.” i smirked.

“i’ll make you a deal, whoever gives in to a kiss first on our beach day has to cook dinner the rest of the trip.” tom said.

“oh you’re so on. you better start searching up recipes because i don’t lose blyth.” i grinned.

“DADDY!” eleanor gushed as she ran into our room and jumped on the bed.

“guess what???” she squealed.

“what is it darling?” tom said as he scooped her up into his lap.

“i had a dream that i got to swim with dolphins last night!!” eleanor told us all about her dream as her face lit up. “do you think i’ll get to swim with them in real life today?”

“only one way to find out!” i said as she crawled over to me and i swept her into a hug. “are you so excited for the beach today?”

“yeah! and daddy promised me he would build sandcastles with me and you promised you would scare the sharks off in the water.” she said animatedly.

“of course i’ll only let the dolphins swim next to us.” i said kissing her forehead.

“how about we go make some pancakes for breakfast?” tom offered.

“yes! i will be your personal helper!” exclaimed eleanor.

eleanor and tom went to the kitchen so i threw on a pink bikini with some jean shorts and an oversized shirt. tom knew i got some new clothes for this trip but man this bikini was sure to make him lose our little bet. i quickly put my hair up and made my way into the kitchen. tom had pulled up a chair to the kitchen island for eleanor to stand on so she could help mix the pancake batter. eleanor had both hands on the whisk with tom standing behind her and occasionally having to step in to help her mix.

“y/n i seriously think we have a master chef with us! eleanor i might as well be your assistant now.” tom said and that earned a giggle from eleanor. they were too cute.

we ate our breakfast and packed a picnic lunch for later and set off for the beach. luckily the little beach cottage was close enough that we could walk. unfortunately for tom, me and eleanor were a little too good at overpacking and that led tom to be hauling beach chairs and a beach bag overflowing with towels, buckets, and shovels. it was quite the sight seeing tom loaded up like a pack mule as eleanor was racing down the pathway to reach the beach.

“hurry up mommy and daddy!” eleanor squealed.

“we’re coming sweetie.” tom replied as he juggled the beach gear and picked up the pace.

“i’ll race you there el!” i shouted as i started jogging to catch up to her.

she immediately giggled and started running full speed towards the beach. once the beach was in sight i ran up behind her and scooped her up.

“i think i won that one,” eleanor beamed as she took in the waves and salt air.

“at least i beat your daddy.” i said as tom finally made it to the sand.

“well maybe if i wasn’t carrying 100 pounds of beach gear i would’ve beat you both.” tom said grinning.

i set eleanor down and helped tom set up the beach towels and chairs. i then pealed off my shorts and shirt revealing my pink bikini that hugged me in all the right places. tom stood there looking me up and down.

“it’s a little early in the day to be losing a bet.” i said slyly.

tom proceeded to peel off his shirt leaving him in just his swimming trunks. “who said i was losing?”oh my gosh he looked so fine. he just smirked at me checking out his abs, “take a picture, it’ll last longer babe.”

“you’re so full of yourself.” i retorted and rolled my eyes.

“guys come on let’s get it the water!” eleanor said running towards the ocean. me and tom went and joined her.

“now el darling, be careful and watch out for jellyfish, i don’t want my girl getting stung.” tom warned.

“ok daddy.” eleanor said and she grabbed tom’s hand and began wading into the water. eleanor made it about waist deep and then i saw tom whisper something to her and before i knew what was happening i was being splashed by eleanor and tom.

“eleanor!! why would you team up against me with daddy?” i screeched while splashing them back.

eleanor was full on belly laughing and tom couldn’t stop laughing either.

“i feel personally hurt, maybe i won’t scare off the sharks now.” i said.

“no no mommy i’m sorry we’ll get daddy back, please protect me from the sharks.” eleanor came running to give me a hug.

“better watch your back mr. blyth.” i said smirking.

eleanor wanted to go make sandcastles so tom got the buckets and shovels out and i showed eleanor how to make a good sandcastle. it basically turned into tom doing all the work and eleanor putting shells on top of the sandcastles. tom started building another one and i whispered to eleanor, “you should go knock over daddy’s sandcastle.” she giggled and began to sneak over to tom. she kicked it over and started belly laughing.

“oh eleanor you better start running!” tom teased as he started to chase after her. she ran away but tom caught her and scooped her up as she was screeching. he started tickling her and she couldn’t contain her laughter. i sat watching the two of them laughing and was so thankful for my wonderful little family.

after we ate our picnic lunch eleanor was all worn out and fell asleep curled up in her beach chair.

“does the pda count if eleanor’s asleep because you look SO good in that bikini y/n i don’t know if i can keep my hands off you much longer.” tom said.

“that depends tom, how much of a sore loser are you going to be since you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“oh i don’t even care anymore i just need to kiss you right now,” tom said as he leaned in and captured my mouth. i kissed him back and raked my hands through his brown curls. he grinned sheepishly and pulled back.

“i don’t even care if i have to cook for the whole year, i just needed to kiss you.” tom smiled and i snuggled into his chest.

after a little bit i carried sleeping eleanor back to the cottage with tom carrying the beach stuff behind me.

“i think i can say that was a successful beach trip.” i said looking back at tom.

“agreed, can’t wait to do it again tomorrow with my two favorite people.” he replied.

hope you all enjoyed, i tried to make this one a little longer! <3