Hey, how is everyone??? This will hopefully be the last post about this, but sadly kathrinesblog1202 has created another account kathieleewrites. She’s already stealing I recognized the work.
Please reblog to reach more people, block her and tell NHL writers so they can do the same.
She also confessed to stealing to 19yr old Maya (who doesn’t want to be tagged) she sent me the screenshots.
I’d like to add for if she or anyone else who takes without consideration, that there is a difference between taking inspiration and plagiarism. If you took inspiration more that a few words different and would hold minor similarities e.g. theme/concept or word choice. Plagiarism is taking something and presenting as your own when it’s not.
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The missing message before your putting word in my mouth was “but that’s not what you said” I don’t want to add more photos
there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets. you thought you’d get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs. he thought he’d get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
thanks to that dark twist of fate, your paths intersected. and even if neither of you thought you would have the opportunity to find love ever again, life always found a funny way to surprise you
tags/descriptions: former grey sloan doctor, mentions of death, mentions of the plane crash, reader has a daughter, mentions of jack’s leg, doctor talk that may not be accurate, vague to none physical descriptions, reader has various bug related nicknames, jackson and reader are besties, mentions of sex, possible smut, marriage, second chance at love kinda story
hey guys! i know i’ve been mia but these have been terrible days for my mental health due to a lot of things happening in my country but i’ve had this idea in my head for like a month because i was rewatching grey’s and it materialized into this
blurb: john logan is in love with you. he thinks you’re in love with his best friend when you keep sticking to garrett graham all night. boy is he wrong. based off two separate requests.
or: you want logan. logan wants you. and garrett’s just there.
warnings: fem!reader, jealous!logan, alcohol, miscommunication trope (i know i’m sorry), argument, brief angst, mutual pining, bad smut in the end lmao
John Logan has a tick.
It’s subtle. Barely there.
He doesn’t even notice it himself.
But right now, he could feel the dull ache of his clenching jaw every time he spotted you speaking to Garrett.
The off campus house was packed; college students drinking, loud music blasting, and Logan’s annoying roommates belting out incorrect song lyrics among other slurred talk.
Garrett was standing too close to you, whispering something in your ear that made you glance around with careful eyes before leaning into him again.
What were you talking about, anyway? You and Garrett were from two different worlds. Was he your type? But no, Garrett and Hannah were—
“Careful, any more and you’ll cut glass.”
Logan’s eyes flicked away from you and towards the sound. Jules.
He raised the beer bottle to his lips, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jules raised their brows in amusement, “Really? We’re playing this game?”
Logan looked away from his sibling and back to where you were, except now, Garrett’s hand wrapped around your wrist and he led you up the stairs, disappearing out of sight.
Logan’s jaw ticked again.
Hannah stepped out of the kitchen, holding a can of berry soda in one hand, and a red solo cup—probably containing a concoction of Tucker’s design—in the other.
She blinked around, “Hey, have you seen Garrett?”
Logan placed his beer down on the closest table with a soft clink, his eyes not once wavering away from the staircase.
“I’ll go find him for you,” is all he said before pushing off the wall and making his way upstairs.
Logan’s legs carried him every step of the way, his mind too hazy from the alcohol and scattered with jumbling thoughts to trust his own judgment.
Garrett was with Hannah now. Supposedly. He wouldn’t do that with you…right? But his best friend’s words echoed in his head with mocking cruelty:
“We’re not exclusive or anything.”
Logan wouldn’t put it past Garrett to fuck around with another girl. But this is you. You wouldn’t do that.
Right?
He was too distracted to notice he reached Garrett’s bedroom until his body stopped him. He could back out. Right now. Leave whatever this was between you and Garrett up to his imagination, give you both the benefit of the doubt.
But his hand reacted faster than his brain, his grip on the door handle already turning it open before he could decide if forgiveness was a quality he deemed himself noble enough to procure.
But the sight that awaited him made him wish he was saintly enough for absolution.
You were pinned against Garrett’s dresser, in your bra and jeans, Garrett’s hand was on the dresser behind you, right by your head. You both turned your heads so quickly towards the door you might’ve gotten whiplash.
Garrett backed off immediately, clearing his throat and looking at the floor. You glanced between the two men before yanking Garrett’s dresser drawer open and pulling a shirt out to wear.
Logan seemed to snap out of his daze, moving aside from the door. His jaw clenched, “Garrett, Hannah’s looking for you downstairs.”
The hockey captain nodded, looking at you one more time, searching for something in your eyes. You shared a loaded look and only then did he leave, exchanging a hesitant glance at Logan as he walked by.
Then it was just you and Logan.
He didn’t want to look at you, didn’t want to see Garrett’s shirt on your body. The article of clothing was insulting to him.
“Logan,” you called.
His eyes finally flicked up to yours. He stepped inside and closed Garrett’s door behind him.
“Does Hannah know?” Logan asked quietly.
Your face dropped a little. “No, it’s—it’s not like that.”
“Then tell me what it is.”
You bit your lip.
Hannah had left Garrett’s side to get drinks. He was left alone by the bottom of the staircase. You made your move then.
You came up to him, “Hey, Graham.”
He played uninterested, “‘Sup.”
“No need to act like that, Jules isn’t around to write a gossip piece.” You responded, sipping on your drink.
Garrett turned to you in silent panic. He looked around before moving closer so nobody would hear the conversation.
“What does that mean?”
You looked up at him, “I don’t know what you’re doing exactly, Graham. But you’ve got my best friend involved and I don’t like it.”
Garrett tilted his head to the side, “Wellsy’s a big girl. She can handle herself.”
“I know she can. But I can handle you myself.”
Garrett narrowed his eyes slightly, “I’m not doing anything wrong with her.”
“I don’t know that yet. You and Hannah started dating out of nowhere. And she won’t tell me anything. That’s not like her—that’s not my best friend.” You told him.
“So what do you think this is, huh?” He asked.
“I think you’re using her to get on Jules’ account,” you answered.
Garrett let out a laugh, “Right. Like I need the publicity.”
And you hated how he wasn’t wrong. He was Garrett Graham, everybody on campus knew who he was. He didn’t need Jules to broadcast him to gain popularity.
You glanced around before leaning in to whisper, “Then tell me what’s going on.”
Garrett looked at you and he knew you wouldn’t let this go. He sighed, grabbing your hand and dragging you away from the crowd.
When you reached his bedroom, Garrett closed the door and turned so abruptly that he spilled your drink over your shirt.
You groaned, taking your top off before it could stick to your skin, “What the fuck, Graham?!”
He sighed and looked at the material of your shirt slowly soaking up the liquid, turning see through. He cleared his throat and went to his dresser to get you something new to wear.
You came between him and his dresser, “Just tell me. Don’t bullshit with me.” You demanded.
Garrett sighed, still holding onto his dresser behind you. “If you really want to know, why don’t you ask Wellsy?”
“She keeps telling me you guys ‘hit it off’ during tutoring.” You shrugged.
Garrett raised a brow, “And you don’t believe that?”
“I’ll believe that once I stop spotting you looking out for Jules every time you and Hannah stand next to each other.” You rolled your eyes at him.
Garrett could tell you really cared about Hannah. He leaned closer, “Look, I promise you? I’m not using her.”
If anything, she’s using me to get Justin, he wanted to say but didn’t.
Before you could shoot back a retort, the door creaked open and the two of you snapped towards the entrance where Logan stood, frozen like a deer caught in headlights.
Garrett stepped back, and when Logan told him Hannah was searching for him, he shared a pleading look with you as if to say ‘don’t tell Logan’.
You gave him a brief nod.
And now, back to where you left off with Logan.
“We’re not like that, I just needed to talk to him,” you explained to Logan.
“Why him?” He stepped closer. “Talk to me.”
You looked up at him. “It’s not about you, I—“
“No, I get it,” he stepped back and you hated how you needed him closer like it was oxygen.
“We can’t all be Garrett Graham, right?” He said with a self-deprecating smile.
You closed the distance, “I don’t want Garrett.”
He looked down at the shirt you were wearing, you followed his gaze. The name Graham—bold in bright capital letters on the fabric seemed to painfully taunt the two of you.
You took the offending shirt off and casted it aside.
Logan’s breath hitched, his adam’s apple bobbing in tandem with the spike in his heartbeat.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or the jealousy rearing its ugly head, or the close proximity between the two of you. Whatever it was, it was enough to compel the both of you to launch forward and share a long overdue, and very messy, kiss.
There was no finesse, all tongue and teeth. Neither of you minded. It had been a long semester of friendly exchanges and desperate pining, this was an inevitable outcome both you and Logan craved.
You should’ve felt bad for fucking on Garrett’s bed, but you couldn’t bother enough to care. Nor did Logan, it seemed. He had your legs hooked over his shoulders as he pounded into you in a fervor.
“Do you love me more than him? Tell me you never loved him,” Logan demanded through gritted teeth.
It was a miracle that you could hear him at all, let alone reply, “Never. Only you, only want you, Logan. Please.”
Your needy voice did things to him. His pace quickened, “Yeah? Only I can fuck you like this, right? Nobody can make you feel this good.”
You shook your head, nails digging into the muscles on his back. “Just you, I swear.”
He buried his face in your neck, “Fuck, you’re amazing. Perfect girl for me, perfect pussy made just for me.”
Goosebumps crawled up your skin at his words, it didn’t help that he left wet kisses on your skin. “Logan, I’m close…”
He bit your earlobe, “Yeah? Cum for me, baby. I wanna hear you say my name when you finish.”
Your cheeks flushed, part of you worried about the people downstairs, the other part of you ready to throw caution to the wind.
His thumb rubbed your clit in circles, helping you get there. Your eyes screwed shut and you screamed his name when the waves of pleasure took over your body.
Just the sight of you losing yourself made him finish. He grunted and held himself up over you, being mindful not to crush you with his body weight.
He brushed away the wet strands of hair that stuck to your forehead, wanting to look at your face. He admired you silently before kissing you deeply, much gentler than before. Your fingers tugged on the little hairs on the nape of his neck.
“Garrett’s gonna kill me,” he murmured.
You laughed softly, “He’ll live.”
He smiled and pecked your lips once more before getting off you, “Come on, let me get you one of my shirts to wear.”
alr lil bros this was so rushed gah whatever hate it
Summary: Logan meets you, a burnt out ice skater, one night and can't stop thinking about you. When he finds out someone as talented as you isn't even ice skating for Briar, he goes on the hunt to find out why.
Ahead: John Logan x fem!reader, mostly fluff and angst with some mentions of smut in later parts, strangers to lovers, mentions of depression and anxiety, Logan being your number one supporter without even knowing you
Logan was somehow managing to stress you out and make you smile so bad your cheeks hurt.
Your date was turning out great. Logan was kind and witty, a deadly combination when you're already that pretty. He made you laugh so hard you the two of you got a dirty look from a nearby table at Malone's, something that Logan was a bit too proud of.
You lightly smacked his arm, "Stop." You warned, but the laughter still bubbling up and twinkle in your eyes said otherwise.
Logan grinned, loving this version of you. It was hard to imagine the ice princess he met a few days prior was the sitting in front of him, cheek flushed and eyes crinkled as she laughed. He wanted to savor it. He glanced behind you, catching sight of the photobooth in the corner.
"I have an idea," Logan's face lit up, like a light bulb was igniting in his mind. He stood, holding his hand out to you.
Your eyebrows rose in surprise, yet you took his hand with a second thought and let him pull you into the nearby booth. It was extremely cramped in the small booth. The two of you sat so close you could feel Logan's warm skin through his shirt and his cologne lingering in the air.
Logan turned his head towards you as the booth lit up, beginning to give instructions. Even Logan seemed surprised by how close the two of you were, licking his lips as his eyes traced your soft features.
"Pictures," He exclaimed stupidly.
"Huh?" You were distracted too, your own gaze lingering on his pink tongue as it poked out between his soft lips.
The first flash went off, surprising you both, your head whipping around in a comically fast fashion.
"Pictures!" You repeated his words, quickly posing with a sweet smile as the flash went off again.
Logan's eyes were still lingering on you, smiling. He noticed you slowly slipping off the bench in the booth, grabbing your waist and tugging you closer. Your face flushed slightly, now actually in Logan's lap.
"Oh!" You yelped in surprise, but not pushing him away by any means.
The camera flashed again.
"This okay?" Logan inquired, his flickering from your eyes to your lips, waiting for either to flash him even a sliver of uncertainty.
You sucked in a breath, whispering, "Perfect."
This time, his eyes didn't leave yours. Gently, he brought up a hand and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"This too?" Logan pressed, soft brown eyes unmoving from you.
You didn't respond, a little noise coming up your throat before leaning forward and connecting your lips in a soft kiss. The camera flashed again as Logan's hand held your neck, deepening the kiss and letting out a groan. You melted into Logan, letting him take the lead as his tongue met yours. He tasted like the sugary Coke he was drinking earlier, insistent that he wasn't drinking tonight because he needed to drive you home later.
His hands slithered lower, one gripping your thigh and the other your waist. He tugged you up to fully straddle his lap, your lips disconnecting for a moment as you gasped. The moment of surprise didn't last though as you quickly pulled him back into your passionate exchange. You let out a soft whimper as he tilted your head back, letting his lips travel across the soft skin of your neck.
"Hey!" A voice came from outside of the booth, making you jump in surprise. A girl with wavy dark hair popped her head into the booth. "No fornicating in the photobooth!"
Logan rolled his eyes while you looked positively scandalized. "Like you and Dean don't bang one out in here every weekend, Allie."
The girl, Allie, gasped incredulously. "Fuck off, Logan," Her eyes slipped over to you, smiling. "I'm Allie by the way! Nice to meet you. We've heard so much about you-"
"Alright, Allie! Thank you!" Logan cut her off, giving her a 'are fucking kidding me' look.
Allie just smile evilly as she disappeared behind the curtain again. Logan ran a through his hair, a stressful sigh escaping his lips. You just watched him, a smile that matched Allie's on your face.
"Want to go somewhere else?" Logan piped up after a few moments.
"Are you kidding me?" You were vexed, staring at the ice rink as your pulled up in Logan's truck.
Logan cut the engine. "Thought we could do a couple of laps," He gave you that sheepish smile like he didn't understand your reaction. "Unless..."
You raised a brow, "Unless?"
Logan shrugged, sighing, "You can't handle a challenge."
If there was one thing Logan could tell about you the second he saw your Instagram profile it was your love of winning. You were competitive, and your vast amount of titles was evidence of this.
"Can't handle it?" Your eyes narrowed into slits and your hands tightened into balls.
That's how Logan got you onto the ice. He grabbed his own skates from the locker room and a pair of women's skates in your size from the storage room.
Initially, you let him skate circles around you. You watched him with amusement as he skated forwards and backwards, and did a few sloppy little twirls.
"This how it's done, princess?" He asked you, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he did a mess of a jump and nearly landed on his ass.
You giggle behind your hand, "Not quite."
He stood up, smirking. "Show me how it's done, then."
You never backed down from a challenge. It was one of your fatal flaws. So, you just smiled and slid into a past figure skating routine. It was one you loved from when you were a kid, the music still lingering in your mind as you glided around the ice.
As you finished your routine, the world came back into focus and Logan's clapping hit your ears.
"God damn!" Logan cheered just like the first time he saw you skate. He was stood back near the boards, letting you be the center of the ice.
Unlike the last time you skate in front of Logan, you smile brightly at him. You skate towards him, his arms wrapping around you in a way that made you feel safe.
"You are amazing." Logan spoke honestly.
You looked down at your skates, "I guess."
This made Logan frown. "You are. You always have been."
You looked up at him, curious. "Okay, stalker."
Logan scoffed, trying come off as nonchalant. "I mean-"
"It's okay," You told him, holding one of his calloused hands in your own. Both of your hands were cold to the touch but it felt like sparks were igniting when they touched. "I had a feeling you might have found some stuff on me. I mean, if you just look me up you find all that... stuff."
Logan scoffed, "You mean that bullshit."
You gave him a look of surprise, but he continued before you could speak.
He skated backward angrily, letting out every thought in his mind. "So you make a misplay. Your head wasn't in it. I could tell without even really knowing you. And those assholes weren't exactly encouraging you. They're absolute goons! You can't let them ruin everything you worked for. Everyone makes a burger now and then. Doesn't mean you stop letting yourself love the game!"
You watched him in awe, your eyes stinging with tears. You forced them back as you dashed towards Logan, blocking his path. He opened his mouth to speak, as you grabbed his jacket pulled into a hard kiss. As you pushed him off, he stared at you with a smirk.
"You give great pep talks, stalker." You quipped, eyes lit with passion.
Logan pulled you back into a kiss, whispering as your lips touched, "I'm glad I could help, princess."
Note: There will definitely be a part four/final part! I hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave a comment! I love reading them!
I always think that sport events, especially international ones, are primarily about fun and cultural exchange and hanging out together; it gets lost sometimes when people pay too much attention to keeping scores, but joy and building bridges should be more important. So glad this seems to be happening right now!
I wish I took a better pic of this writing in a bar bathroom in toronto bc I think of it so often. Be So Completely Yourself That No One Is Attracted To You Or Wants To Employ You
notes from me – hi loves! a little chronological guide to my garrett graham x nursing student!reader fics because they're very much not posted in order and these two have lore now!
navigation – garrett graham masterlist | choose your reader masterlist
this is the recommended reading order if you want to read the fics chronologically!
⋆˚࿔ casual, obviously
01. questionable choices –
⤿ first meeting, first hook-up, and the mutual agreement that neither of them wants a relationship.
02. study buddy –
⤿ library studying, anatomy notes, forearm veins, and garrett being very normal about her touching him for science.
03. good practice –
⤿ a post-game hook-up turns into bruised-rib inspection, ibuprofen, antiseptic wipes, and the first real proof that this is more than either of them planned.
⋆˚࿔ not dating, except everyone has eyes
04. concussion protocol –
⤿ logan ends up in the ED, calls her garrett’s girlfriend in front of actual medical professionals, and garrett gets to see her in student nurse mode.
05. clinical observation –
⤿ black scrubs, early morning coffee, tucker needing wound advice, and garrett having a crisis in his own kitchen.
06. study break –
⤿ clinical exam stress, cardiac meds, and garrett deciding the best way to get her out of her head is to be extremely, medically unhelpful.
07. medical supervision –
⤿ tucker burns his hand in the middle of the night and the boys summon her while she’s half-asleep in garrett’s bed.
⋆˚࿔ feelings, unfortunately
08. no funny business –
⤿ a bad placement day, no hook-up expectations, pizza, soft comfort, and garrett being a little too good at making room for her.
09. off the clock –
⤿ hospital pickup, late-night jeep kisses, and garrett being painfully domestic for a man who doesn't have a girlfriend.
10. doctor asshole –
⤿ garrett gets jealous of a med student, deploys the letterman jacket, and fools absolutely no one.
11. patient zero –
⤿ she’s sick, garrett shows up after two days of silence, and the girlfriend question finally slips out.
⋆˚࿔ heavy stuff
12. just this –
⤿ she wears garrett’s jacket at a game, accidentally meets phil, and garrett’s history with his dad comes into the light.
I looove having 0 children and sleeping alone in my quiet clean cool apartment and going to concerts and festivals and shopping for new cute clothes and watching TV
Hudson mentioned Connor in such a sweet and chaotic way ahhh
“and if i could cut this award down the middle i would because if these gay yearning little bottom eyes didn't have a big sexy russian to feast upon my performance wouldn't be as good so to the honorary canadian connor storrie i share this award with you"
This is - legitimately - my favourite delivery of Shakespeare I have EVER seen (and I have seen some good-ass productions yo, in the Globe Theatre itself even). Like seriously, even though the words are unchanged, he’s stripped away ALL of the archaic pretense and assumed grandeur of ~presenting the bard~ that makes even the most wildly talented of actors and innovative of productions inherently inaccessible to a modern audience. Like, they’re still great, they can still communicate the message and (some) of the nuance, but they’re still always a step removed from being identifiable to any viewer’s lived experience. They’re still always reciting 15th century poetry. But this guy? This guy is like, screw iambic pentameter, to hell with being precious about the material, HOW WOULD AN ACTUAL PERSON SAY THIS SHIT?
Like this. And it’s beautiful. It’s beautiful to hear a soliloquy I loved so much already, and have it come to life in a way it never, ever, did before. I feel like I grasp his motivations, his twists and turns, no longer on an academic level but on a visceral, instinctive one. Because he’s presenting his mental and emotional journey in a way that speaks honestly, like a real person.
So yeah, this shit post? I love it. Deeply and sincerely.
