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For two blissful months, John Logan had been dating Sidney Watkins.
He waited two weeks before asking sidney to be his girlfriend when she had a bad case of the hiccups and giggled between them for an hour.
The gasp she let out stopped them; she grinned and said yes.
Since then, Logan has found it overwhelming not to tell people they were together. He had to suppress more than expected. His pride, his joy and jealousy.
But most of all, his love.
People believed he was single, and he hated it.
He hated the way guys would try to set him up on dates or encourage him to hook up with puck bunnies.
He hated that guys would hit on Sidney; it made him livid, but he poured his anger into practice.
He hated not being able to love Sidney out loud.
When John used to hook up with women and even had small flings, it would never make him feel anything. He would entertain, but ultimately he would feel nothing.
Most girls would approach him, talking about his career as a beacon for them to sweep in and latch onto his influence, his rising fame, and his potential success. Hockey was all they could talk about, both before and after they were fucked. Their mouths would salivate at the possibility of being Mrs John Logan.
And now, they were still approaching him, only this time he would kindly turn them down, or shrug them off, before deciding to approach Sidney under the guise of saving her from creeps, or his teammates would want to talk her up.
He even remembered the few times he spotted Dean talking to Sidney before sweeping them away.
And the coy smile gracing her face whenever he did so fueled his borderline possessiveness.
He wasn't used to being jealous.
Well, whenever it came to romance, he wasn't. When he was a kid, he would wish for a bigger house, a safer home, and a sober mom. Being at Briar on Scholarship only made that envy flood through him whenever he would hear about the endless wealth, chances and opportunities his teammates and also best friends received.
And also his girlfriend, Sidney.
Yet, she never flaunted her wealth; she intentionally never brought it up, as if it were a chip on her shoulder that only he could see.
At times, he wasn't used to another body in his space, but he instantly loved it whenever Sidney was splayed across him, playing with his hair, rambling in his ear or having her belongings slotted in his bedroom as he exposed her to metal music.
He loved Sidney's presence.
He loved strolling into her dormitory, being coddled by her fruity aroma on one day and citrus on another and the chill music humming through her room. He liked understanding the way her brain worked; seeing her organise her snacks in colour coordination, in a similar way, she would hang and fold up her clothes.
He loved how she would stick close to her routine, very rarely breaking it unless she needed a break and wanted to snuggle deep within her sheets and watch a movie marathon with her legs on his lap and his head on her chest and nails grazing his scalp.
He loved when she would randomly cook for him and how he would secretly ask Tucker for a simple recipe to treat her.
He loved that he initially mistook her reservations for shyness. She wielded a quiet confidence that would only burst whenever she was confronted with one of his ex-hook-ups or a bad grade. Sidney was polite without being timid, courteous without appearing fake. She would sing with a blissful ease and study with an intense focus.
Her clumsiness hadn't improved, yet she would make up for it with an effortless swagger, as she strutted through campus with whatever heels she wore.
And oh, her style, he loved her style.
It would fluctuate between a risquรฉ preppy style and a relaxed, effortless vibe.
She would pick up food on the way to sneaking into the hawk house, suggest something new to do for their date nights and be fascinated by his passion.
Pride would flutter through him when she thanked him for helping her study, or attempted to put together an outfit for her, or would show up at her place with her favourite from Malone's, not knowing how much she needed it. Or whenever dormitory showers would break down, or lights would flicker.
She would be vulnerable and honest, then change the topic if she seemed uncomfortable.
And he wouldn't push, but he secretly loved when she would, when he needed to be pulled out of whatever self-wallowing he sank into.
Oh, how grateful he was when he finally met Sidney Watkins in their second semester of sophomore year.
โShould we study in the library or just stay in?โ
John would catch the we and keep it tucked away, letting it burrow within his chest.
He loved the way she would say we.
Each question would make the warmth of the word spread like a blanket across him on a cold evening.
โWe should go to the movies for our next date,โ Or โWe should cook something; Iโve seen this salmon salad bowl recipe online.โ Or โDo you think we should go out, its raining?โ
His favourite was definitely.
โWe definitely need alone time, right?โ
She would tug at his chain, pulling into a kiss as his hands would caress her waist, pulling her closer.
His heart could just burst each time sheโd push up her glasses.
How she would kiss the back of his hand for encouragement.
He loved the weight of her in his arms. And how he could hardly sleep the same without her head on his arm.
How she would ask what he liked about his favourite movies.
How she would rant about Denzel and Keanu in Much Ado About Nothing.
How she would speak random facts about films she was obsessed with, specifically her fave, which was An Officer and a Gentleman.
โโฆ and the fact that Louie Gossett Jr won an Oscar for this only adds to how impactful his performance was.โ Sidneyโs face lit up, mouth full of chocolate, as she sat in Johnโs shirt on his bed. โI mean, it was nineteen eighty-two.โ
โI love you.โ
Sidney stilled when she heard John blurt out those three huge words.
Slowly, she turned to him, seeing the sheepish smile on his face when she did. There was no regret settling on his expression, only pure honesty swimming through his beautiful brown eyes.
She choked, covering her mouth when she was about to respond, but forgot the food in her mouth.
John laughed.
He laughed loudly and fondly and rubbed her back.
โIโll let you finish eating before you have an asthma attack,โ he said, sitting up.
After deeply swallowing, Sidney mirrored his action, โYou love me?โ
โI love you.โ
โIn love with me?โ
โIn love with you.โ John took her hand in his, feeling that they were both shaking as he did. โIโve loved you since I saw you stumble into our class and cover it up with a stern strut afterwards and thought thatโs her. Thatโs my person.โ Adoration contorted her face, whilst he continued, falling further in love with the pout of her quivering lips. โThatโs my girl. You didnโt know it yet, but I knew it. Itโs why I didnโt leave you alone afterwards. But I didnโt wanna overstep or misread any sign you sent, so I stayed your friend, even if you didn't look at me differently. But then you started to. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you. And then you kissed me.โ That very night set his life on fire. Since then, it had never been put out. โAnd I knew just then how much time we wasted. How many jokes did we share that meant more than I first thought? How many silences we sat in, study dates, coffee dates, real dates.โ His finger trailed over her palm, and she pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, almost distracting him from what he was saying. โHow many times we confided in each other, looks we exchanged that made my heart simultaneously race and also steady. Your passion and drive and how you go after what you want made me realise how similar we are, but weโre also very different, and thatโs another thing I love.โ He then vowed, jolting her heart. โAnd I canโt live without. Because Sidney Dionne Watkins, my stunning, beautiful, smart, kind and ambitious girl, I love you. And it is for me, baby.โ
Tears trickled down her big brown eyes before they fell over her toothy smile.
โGod, that was wow.โ Sidney covered her mouth with her available hand, heart pounding louder than the volume of her favourite movie.
He dryly tilted his head, โOnly wow.โ
โMore than wow.โ She crawled over her laptop and then on top of him, cupping his face as a smile stretched deeper across it. โJohn Logan. I love you, too.โ
Johnโs opened his mouth then immediately shut it when his eyes softened and glazed over.
โI love you so much.โ Sidney pressed a kiss to his lips, pouring the overflowing love into his mouth, โI feel everything when I look at you.โ
He stared at her in all her glory.
Sidney had shifted his entire world.
โYeah?โ He uttered, rubbing his thumbs over her waist.
โYeah.โ Sidney slowly nodded, eying him with something he couldnโt fully place. โYeah, I feel a lot. Here.โ
She grabbed his hand and guided it to her clothed breast, biting down on her bottom lip when she squeezed.
John immediately hardened when she did.
โYou sure?โ He whispered, voice coarse with want, โI didnโt say I love you because I expected this.โ
โI know; neither did I. I just want you. Now.โ
The desperation in her voice spurred him on more; she shifted forward, and he could hardly control himself.
Licking his lips and keeping his hand glued to where it was, he frantically looked around.
โOkay, I donโt have condoms.โ
Her brows pulled together in confusion.
โYou donโt?โ
John shook his head; he hadnโt expected that they would do anything other than fool around, and no condoms were needed for that. So he hadnโt kept them in his side drawer since he first started dating Sidney, not wanting to send the wrong idea or pressure her into something.
But she wanted him.
And he wanted her.
Now.
And for the foreseeable.
โBut I can ask โโ he gestured to the bedroom door that was locked.
Though the loud sound of his friends' voices was heard any time they left their rooms.
โNo.โ Sidney shut it down immediately.
โNo?โ
It was her turn to shake her head, alluding to something he wasnโt going to suggest.
Not yet.
โI love you,โ Sidney repeated, dropping her hand from his and pulling off the shirt that belonged to him, revealing her bare breasts, which lightly bounced when the material freed them. โI love you so much.โ
John pulled off his own shirt, flinging it to the side of the room, before flipping them over and pushing the laptop to the side.
She panted slightly when his knees pushed her thighs apart, before he settled over her, caging her in as his fingers ghosted over her parted lips, and his silver chain brushed over her exposed skin.
She shuddered.
He grinned.
โI love you too.โ Johnโs sunken eyes bored into hers, imploring that she keep looking at him and only him. โIโll go slow. Iโll be careful. Just let me know what you need and when you need it.โ
For once, she appeared timid, despite muttering, โLogan, youโre talking like Iโm this gentle and delicate thing.โ
John couldnโt believe what he was hearing.
โYou are gentle and delicate to me.โ He said lowly, โAnd youโre all mine, baby.โ
Slowly, his hand trailed over her gulping throat, to her rising and chest, squeezing her breasts and leaning down to lick her nipples. Her moan made his dick prod into her clothed core before his hand brushed against the hem of her thong.
With a light nod of encouragement, his fingers flipped beneath the material, and grazed her clit, caressed her soaked pussy, earning a whimper from her soft lips.
For two blissful months, John Logan had been dating Sidney Watkins.
He waited two weeks before asking sidney to be his girlfriend when she had a bad case of the hiccups and giggled between them for an hour.
The gasp she let out stopped them; she grinned and said yes.
Since then, Logan has found it overwhelming not to tell people they were together. He had to suppress more than expected. His pride, his joy and jealousy.
But most of all, his love.
People believed he was single, and he hated it.
He hated the way guys would try to set him up on dates or encourage him to hook up with puck bunnies.
He hated that guys would hit on Sidney; it made him livid, but he poured his anger into practice.
He hated not being able to love Sidney out loud.
When John used to hook up with women and even had small flings, it would never make him feel anything. He would entertain, but ultimately he would feel nothing.
Most girls would approach him, talking about his career as a beacon for them to sweep in and latch onto his influence, his rising fame, and his potential success. Hockey was all they could talk about, both before and after they were fucked. Their mouths would salivate at the possibility of being Mrs John Logan.
And now, they were still approaching him, only this time he would kindly turn them down, or shrug them off, before deciding to approach Sidney under the guise of saving her from creeps, or his teammates would want to talk her up.
He even remembered the few times he spotted Dean talking to Sidney before sweeping them away.
And the coy smile gracing her face whenever he did so fueled his borderline possessiveness.
He wasn't used to being jealous.
Well, whenever it came to romance, he wasn't. When he was a kid, he would wish for a bigger house, a safer home, and a sober mom. Being at Briar on Scholarship only made that envy flood through him whenever he would hear about the endless wealth, chances and opportunities his teammates and also best friends received.
And also his girlfriend, Sidney.
Yet, she never flaunted her wealth; she intentionally never brought it up, as if it were a chip on her shoulder that only he could see.
At times, he wasn't used to another body in his space, but he instantly loved it whenever Sidney was splayed across him, playing with his hair, rambling in his ear or having her belongings slotted in his bedroom as he exposed her to metal music.
He loved Sidney's presence.
He loved strolling into her dormitory, being coddled by her fruity aroma on one day and citrus on another and the chill music humming through her room. He liked understanding the way her brain worked; seeing her organise her snacks in colour coordination, in a similar way, she would hang and fold up her clothes.
He loved how she would stick close to her routine, very rarely breaking it unless she needed a break and wanted to snuggle deep within her sheets and watch a movie marathon with her legs on his lap and his head on her chest and nails grazing his scalp.
He loved when she would randomly cook for him and how he would secretly ask Tucker for a simple recipe to treat her.
He loved that he initially mistook her reservations for shyness. She wielded a quiet confidence that would only burst whenever she was confronted with one of his ex-hook-ups or a bad grade. Sidney was polite without being timid, courteous without appearing fake. She would sing with a blissful ease and study with an intense focus.
Her clumsiness hadn't improved, yet she would make up for it with an effortless swagger, as she strutted through campus with whatever heels she wore.
And oh, her style, he loved her style.
It would fluctuate between a risquรฉ preppy style and a relaxed, effortless vibe.
She would pick up food on the way to sneaking into the hawk house, suggest something new to do for their date nights and be fascinated by his passion.
Pride would flutter through him when she thanked him for helping her study, or attempted to put together an outfit for her, or would show up at her place with her favourite from Malone's, not knowing how much she needed it. Or whenever dormitory showers would break down, or lights would flicker.
She would be vulnerable and honest, then change the topic if she seemed uncomfortable.
And he wouldn't push, but he secretly loved when she would, when he needed to be pulled out of whatever self-wallowing he sank into.
Oh, how grateful he was when he finally met Sidney Watkins in their second semester of sophomore year.
โShould we study in the library or just stay in?โ
John would catch the we and keep it tucked away, letting it burrow within his chest.
He loved the way she would say we.
Each question would make the warmth of the word spread like a blanket across him on a cold evening.
โWe should go to the movies for our next date,โ Or โWe should cook something; Iโve seen this salmon salad bowl recipe online.โ Or โDo you think we should go out, its raining?โ
His favourite was definitely.
โWe definitely need alone time, right?โ
She would tug at his chain, pulling into a kiss as his hands would caress her waist, pulling her closer.
His heart could just burst each time sheโd push up her glasses.
How she would kiss the back of his hand for encouragement.
He loved the weight of her in his arms. And how he could hardly sleep the same without her head on his arm.
How she would ask what he liked about his favourite movies.
How she would rant about Denzel and Keanu in Much Ado About Nothing.
How she would speak random facts about films she was obsessed with, specifically her fave, which was An Officer and a Gentleman.
โโฆ and the fact that Louie Gossett Jr won an Oscar for this only adds to how impactful his performance was.โ Sidneyโs face lit up, mouth full of chocolate, as she sat in Johnโs shirt on his bed. โI mean, it was nineteen eighty-two.โ
โI love you.โ
Sidney stilled when she heard John blurt out those three huge words.
Slowly, she turned to him, seeing the sheepish smile on his face when she did. There was no regret settling on his expression, only pure honesty swimming through his beautiful brown eyes.
She choked, covering her mouth when she was about to respond, but forgot the food in her mouth.
John laughed.
He laughed loudly and fondly and rubbed her back.
โIโll let you finish eating before you have an asthma attack,โ he said, sitting up.
After deeply swallowing, Sidney mirrored his action, โYou love me?โ
โI love you.โ
โIn love with me?โ
โIn love with you.โ John took her hand in his, feeling that they were both shaking as he did. โIโve loved you since I saw you stumble into our class and cover it up with a stern strut afterwards and thought thatโs her. Thatโs my person.โ Adoration contorted her face, whilst he continued, falling further in love with the pout of her quivering lips. โThatโs my girl. You didnโt know it yet, but I knew it. Itโs why I didnโt leave you alone afterwards. But I didnโt wanna overstep or misread any sign you sent, so I stayed your friend, even if you didn't look at me differently. But then you started to. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you. And then you kissed me.โ That very night set his life on fire. Since then, it had never been put out. โAnd I knew just then how much time we wasted. How many jokes did we share that meant more than I first thought? How many silences we sat in, study dates, coffee dates, real dates.โ His finger trailed over her palm, and she pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, almost distracting him from what he was saying. โHow many times we confided in each other, looks we exchanged that made my heart simultaneously race and also steady. Your passion and drive and how you go after what you want made me realise how similar we are, but weโre also very different, and thatโs another thing I love.โ He then vowed, jolting her heart. โAnd I canโt live without. Because Sidney Dionne Watkins, my stunning, beautiful, smart, kind and ambitious girl, I love you. And it is for me, baby.โ
Tears trickled down her big brown eyes before they fell over her toothy smile.
โGod, that was wow.โ Sidney covered her mouth with her available hand, heart pounding louder than the volume of her favourite movie.
He dryly tilted his head, โOnly wow.โ
โMore than wow.โ She crawled over her laptop and then on top of him, cupping his face as a smile stretched deeper across it. โJohn Logan. I love you, too.โ
Johnโs opened his mouth then immediately shut it when his eyes softened and glazed over.
โI love you so much.โ Sidney pressed a kiss to his lips, pouring the overflowing love into his mouth, โI feel everything when I look at you.โ
He stared at her in all her glory.
Sidney had shifted his entire world.
โYeah?โ He uttered, rubbing his thumbs over her waist.
โYeah.โ Sidney slowly nodded, eying him with something he couldnโt fully place. โYeah, I feel a lot. Here.โ
She grabbed his hand and guided it to her clothed breast, biting down on her bottom lip when she squeezed.
John immediately hardened when she did.
โYou sure?โ He whispered, voice coarse with want, โI didnโt say I love you because I expected this.โ
โI know; neither did I. I just want you. Now.โ
The desperation in her voice spurred him on more; she shifted forward, and he could hardly control himself.
Licking his lips and keeping his hand glued to where it was, he frantically looked around.
โOkay, I donโt have condoms.โ
Her brows pulled together in confusion.
โYou donโt?โ
John shook his head; he hadnโt expected that they would do anything other than fool around, and no condoms were needed for that. So he hadnโt kept them in his side drawer since he first started dating Sidney, not wanting to send the wrong idea or pressure her into something.
But she wanted him.
And he wanted her.
Now.
And for the foreseeable.
โBut I can ask โโ he gestured to the bedroom door that was locked.
Though the loud sound of his friends' voices was heard any time they left their rooms.
โNo.โ Sidney shut it down immediately.
โNo?โ
It was her turn to shake her head, alluding to something he wasnโt going to suggest.
Not yet.
โI love you,โ Sidney repeated, dropping her hand from his and pulling off the shirt that belonged to him, revealing her bare breasts, which lightly bounced when the material freed them. โI love you so much.โ
John pulled off his own shirt, flinging it to the side of the room, before flipping them over and pushing the laptop to the side.
She panted slightly when his knees pushed her thighs apart, before he settled over her, caging her in as his fingers ghosted over her parted lips, and his silver chain brushed over her exposed skin.
She shuddered.
He grinned.
โI love you too.โ Johnโs sunken eyes bored into hers, imploring that she keep looking at him and only him. โIโll go slow. Iโll be careful. Just let me know what you need and when you need it.โ
For once, she appeared timid, despite muttering, โLogan, youโre talking like Iโm this gentle and delicate thing.โ
John couldnโt believe what he was hearing.
โYou are gentle and delicate to me.โ He said lowly, โAnd youโre all mine, baby.โ
Slowly, his hand trailed over her gulping throat, to her rising and chest, squeezing her breasts and leaning down to lick her nipples. Her moan made his dick prod into her clothed core before his hand brushed against the hem of her thong.
With a light nod of encouragement, his fingers flipped beneath the material, and grazed her clit, caressed her soaked pussy, earning a whimper from her soft lips.
John Logan first noticed Sidney Watkins in the final semester of their sophomore year and cursed himself for never having noticed her before. She wore her thin rectangular glasses so endearingly that it made him want to look at everything and everything she was looking at. He didn't know her name, but he immediately began to find out, and he started by walking up to her and asking her name. "I'm John or Logan, or John Logan. What's your name?" She couldn't help but laugh at his rambling and he introduced himself. "Sidney Watkins."
John Logan couldn't look away. He had a name for the dark-skinned beauty who laughed at the things he said. He knew where she sat in class. usually right at the front, and so he started sitting at the front, even though he preferred the back, but her sweet scent draw him to front row, taking out his notes and in the corner of his eye, seeing her smile and do the same. "just don't copy me okay?" he would joke, to which she would say, "whatever you say Logan."
John Logan couldn't help but be intrigued by everything she did, how she laughed with her whole body, whether it was a giggle, snort or chuckle. how she paid the utmost attention to her studies, even if he would distract her unintentionally by dropping things on the floor. "you're a walking hazard." she muttered, "I saw you trip when you walked into the building." he would retort, making her shrug, "Briar, isn't heel friendly.โ he then started meeting outside whatever class they'd shared, and it was quite a few, especially in the second semester. And then soon he would offer to carry her bag, even if she was adamant that it wasn't necessary. But he was casual with it, and she let him, especially if she was coming back from the library with books she couldn't even carry.
John Logan didn't even notice how much his routine had changed when he had started spending time with sidney. They'd talk about pretty much nothing and everything. "Why ice hockey?" she'd ask. "Hockey makes everything click, helps better my life, I guess." She nodded in response, loving the answer. She would explain how she feels the same about sports therapy, loving how the body can be altered, broken, or healed. It fascinated her, and he loved hearing about it, despite dreading ever being in the extreme situations she would read about in her foundational classes.
John Logan talks with sidney would commonly lead her to shut down any romantic advances, but he wouldn't push. He loved being in her company. And he knew she loved being in his.
John Logan would wait outside her classes even if he didn't share it with her, and walk her to the next, even when he had something better to do. Her presence was like a beacon, and he would look up the second she'd walk out, placing her glasses in their case and then in her bag. he would smile, and so would she. "You stalking me? because campus security has stepped up from last year," she would joke, and he would laugh, "well, they're not better than an athlete that only wants to see his favourite person."
John Logan knew sidney's favourite drinks, snacks and foods, even noting how often she would have each one, having them prepared in situations where he knew she hadn't eaten yet. He would get caught off guard when she would say his coffee order to the barista, or discuss his players or even his hockey number. "What I pay attention to," she would say, and John would just fall deeper in love.
John Logan, who knew to tread carefully with sidney's best friend, Trinity Chase, who was a bigger academic than sidney and who he believed to be on a scholarship and not being by her parents' orders.
John Logan, who figured out sidney's hair care schedule, the products she would use, even though they looked very similar in his eyes. "One's for eczema on my scalp, the other is deep conditioning, and the other is a cleanser. This'll take like an hour in the shower."
John Logan, who's fyp was mixed with videos on whatever Sidney would send him.
John Logan, who would catch sidney in the stands at hockey games and always try to show out for her, trying his utmost to stay cool, but would be internally freaking out.
John Logan, who remembered random facts she would tell him about bones.
John Logan, who noticed how much pain Sidney's periods caused her, would always be on standby to take her to the emergency room when hot beverages, heat pads and snacks would fail.
John Logan struggled to contain his jealousy whenever guys would hit on Sidney in front of him. he couldn't say anything, but she knew and would always turn them down and offered him an apologetic look. "It's not like we're together, right?โ she would look away "Yeah, we're notโ the same happened whenever puck bunnies were around, and he never entertained them, but he caught Sidneyโs blank stare whenever they were around.
John Logan, who would notice when Sidney's acting weird and distant and would ask "Did I do something?" or "You can tell me anything.โ
John Logan, who watched as Sidney would show up at one of their hawk house party's just for him to apologise for being off, "I'm sorry," he would shake his head, and reassure her that he understands, but then is immediately caught off guard when she kisses him.
John Logan, who couldn't sleep the night of their kiss, instantly texts Sidney in the morning to meet and talk. His palms would be sweating until she showed up at Malones, sporting her glasses, an oversized hoodie that he realised was missing from his closet, and flared jeans. After greeting each other, she blurted out, "Look, I know I shot you down before, but I do like you, Johnny, and if you asked me out again, I'd say yes." John was lost for words and stared like she had hung the moon, and it took a few minutes to figure out what he wanted to say. He then stood up, slid into her side of the booth, "Can I kiss you?" he asked, and she immediately said yes.
John Logan, who waited two weeks before asking sidney to be his girlfriend when she had a bad case of the hiccups and giggled between them for an hour.
John Logan, who loved when sidney would cup his face before kissing him, or play with his hair whenever he would lie on her stomach or even when he was rambling about what was on his mind.
John Logan, who hated sleeping on an argument, so he would always try to sort things out with his girl before they went to bed. If Sidney tried placing a pillow between them, he would pick it up and gently throw it across the room. If Sidney would give him the silent treatment, he would whisper "I'm here when you wanna talk." and play her favourite film, 'an officer and a Gentleman '. If Sidney were to break down and apologise for her silent treatment, he would hug her and kiss her forehead.
John Logan, who was always somehow touching sidney. If she sat next to him, his hand would rest on her knee or be interlinked with hers. If she were standing beside him, his arm would snake around her waist and rub her sides. If she were lying on top of him, he would trace over her side profile until she fell asleep, and hold her until he fell asleep as well.
John Logan, who couldn't wait to expose their secret relationship, was over the moon when they kissed publicly at Beau and Dean's birthday party. He would cheer when someone would call sidney his girl, or she would say he was her man. It made his heart beat out of his chest.
John Logan, who sent morning and goodnight texts religiously and loved every message that he received, even if they were in an argument.
John Logan, who loves to sing with sidney. They would both be blown away that both of them can sing, and watch musicals until their voices grow hoarse, and he would make them some lemon and ginger tea.
John Hogan, who couldn't imagine Sidney Watkins not being in his life.
John Logan first noticed Sidney Watkins in the final semester of their sophomore year and cursed himself for never having noticed her before. She wore her thin rectangular glasses so endearingly that it made him want to look at everything and everything she was looking at. He didn't know her name, but he immediately began to find out, and he started by walking up to her and asking her name. "I'm John or Logan, or John Logan. What's your name?" She couldn't help but laugh at his rambling and he introduced himself. "Sidney Watkins."
John Logan couldn't look away. He had a name for the dark-skinned beauty who laughed at the things he said. He knew where she sat in class. usually right at the front, and so he started sitting at the front, even though he preferred the back, but her sweet scent draw him to front row, taking out his notes and in the corner of his eye, seeing her smile and do the same. "just don't copy me okay?" he would joke, to which she would say, "whatever you say Logan."
John Logan couldn't help but be intrigued by everything she did, how she laughed with her whole body, whether it was a giggle, snort or chuckle. how she paid the utmost attention to her studies, even if he would distract her unintentionally by dropping things on the floor. "you're a walking hazard." she muttered, "I saw you trip when you walked into the building." he would retort, making her shrug, "Briar, isn't heel friendly.โ he then started meeting outside whatever class they'd shared, and it was quite a few, especially in the second semester. And then soon he would offer to carry her bag, even if she was adamant that it wasn't necessary. But he was casual with it, and she let him, especially if she was coming back from the library with books she couldn't even carry.
John Logan didn't even notice how much his routine had changed when he had started spending time with sidney. They'd talk about pretty much nothing and everything. "Why ice hockey?" she'd ask. "Hockey makes everything click, helps better my life, I guess." She nodded in response, loving the answer. She would explain how she feels the same about sports therapy, loving how the body can be altered, broken, or healed. It fascinated her, and he loved hearing about it, despite dreading ever being in the extreme situations she would read about in her foundational classes.
John Logan talks with sidney would commonly lead her to shut down any romantic advances, but he wouldn't push. He loved being in her company. And he knew she loved being in his.
John Logan would wait outside her classes even if he didn't share it with her, and walk her to the next, even when he had something better to do. Her presence was like a beacon, and he would look up the second she'd walk out, placing her glasses in their case and then in her bag. he would smile, and so would she. "You stalking me? because campus security has stepped up from last year," she would joke, and he would laugh, "well, they're not better than an athlete that only wants to see his favourite person."
John Logan knew sidney's favourite drinks, snacks and foods, even noting how often she would have each one, having them prepared in situations where he knew she hadn't eaten yet. He would get caught off guard when she would say his coffee order to the barista, or discuss his players or even his hockey number. "What I pay attention to," she would say, and John would just fall deeper in love.
John Logan, who knew to tread carefully with sidney's best friend, Trinity Chase, who was a bigger academic than sidney and who he believed to be on a scholarship and not being by her parents' orders.
John Logan, who figured out sidney's hair care schedule, the products she would use, even though they looked very similar in his eyes. "One's for eczema on my scalp, the other is deep conditioning, and the other is a cleanser. This'll take like an hour in the shower."
John Logan, who's fyp was mixed with videos on whatever Sidney would send him.
John Logan, who would catch sidney in the stands at hockey games and always try to show out for her, trying his utmost to stay cool, but would be internally freaking out.
John Logan, who remembered random facts she would tell him about bones.
John Logan, who noticed how much pain Sidney's periods caused her, would always be on standby to take her to the emergency room when hot beverages, heat pads and snacks would fail.
John Logan struggled to contain his jealousy whenever guys would hit on Sidney in front of him. he couldn't say anything, but she knew and would always turn them down and offered him an apologetic look. "It's not like we're together, right?โ she would look away "Yeah, we're notโ the same happened whenever puck bunnies were around, and he never entertained them, but he caught Sidneyโs blank stare whenever they were around.
John Logan, who would notice when Sidney's acting weird and distant and would ask "Did I do something?" or "You can tell me anything.โ
John Logan, who watched as Sidney would show up at one of their hawk house party's just for him to apologise for being off, "I'm sorry," he would shake his head, and reassure her that he understands, but then is immediately caught off guard when she kisses him.
John Logan, who couldn't sleep the night of their kiss, instantly texts Sidney in the morning to meet and talk. His palms would be sweating until she showed up at Malones, sporting her glasses, an oversized hoodie that he realised was missing from his closet, and flared jeans. After greeting each other, she blurted out, "Look, I know I shot you down before, but I do like you, Johnny, and if you asked me out again, I'd say yes." John was lost for words and stared like she had hung the moon, and it took a few minutes to figure out what he wanted to say. He then stood up, slid into her side of the booth, "Can I kiss you?" he asked, and she immediately said yes.
John Logan, who waited two weeks before asking sidney to be his girlfriend when she had a bad case of the hiccups and giggled between them for an hour.
John Logan, who loved when sidney would cup his face before kissing him, or play with his hair whenever he would lie on her stomach or even when he was rambling about what was on his mind.
John Logan, who hated sleeping on an argument, so he would always try to sort things out with his girl before they went to bed. If Sidney tried placing a pillow between them, he would pick it up and gently throw it across the room. If Sidney would give him the silent treatment, he would whisper "I'm here when you wanna talk." and play her favourite film, 'an officer and a Gentleman '. If Sidney were to break down and apologise for her silent treatment, he would hug her and kiss her forehead.
John Logan, who was always somehow touching sidney. If she sat next to him, his hand would rest on her knee or be interlinked with hers. If she were standing beside him, his arm would snake around her waist and rub her sides. If she were lying on top of him, he would trace over her side profile until she fell asleep, and hold her until he fell asleep as well.
John Logan, who couldn't wait to expose their secret relationship, was over the moon when they kissed publicly at Beau and Dean's birthday party. He would cheer when someone would call sidney his girl, or she would say he was her man. It made his heart beat out of his chest.
John Logan, who sent morning and goodnight texts religiously and loved every message that he received, even if they were in an argument.
John Logan, who loves to sing with sidney. They would both be blown away that both of them can sing, and watch musicals until their voices grow hoarse, and he would make them some lemon and ginger tea.
John Hogan, who couldn't imagine Sidney Watkins not being in his life.
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โTucker, I know how to put a timer on, okay? Calm down and go back to the stove before I start counting downโโ Tucker raised his hands in defence, before Sidney could finish her threat.
He huffed, โSorry.โ
The entire kitchen was hectic, with teammates, new guests, and old, and with alcohol and gifts of appreciation. But Sidney did not like the cluster of food, how unorganised it all seemed despite Tuckerโs attempt at harmony.
Logan was quick to round the counter, just as his very frustrated girlfriend finished setting the timer on her phone.
โMy girlfriend is not to be messed with on Thanksgiving.โ He guided her to a quiet corner, proudly smirking down at her, โYโknow itโs hot when you get a little mad.โ
A mirthful glint swarmed in her eyes, โYโknow itโs hot when you call me your girlfriend.โ
Logan instantly recognised her softening jaw, sinking shoulders and the growing delight burning in her high cheekbones. She looked beautiful.
He cupped her cheeks as her hands slotted on his waist, embracing the light kiss to her lips. They smiled as the kiss lingered.
Oh, how lovely it was to show off their devotion.
โGuys, get out of my kitchen if youโre gonna hook up!โ Tucker yelled.
They laughed when they pulled apart. His head fell to her neck, where she squealed at his breath fanning against her warm skin.
If only they could spend the day alone and away from all the bullshit of shitty families and responsibilities.
Only they couldnโt, and dived back into Thanksgiving preparations. Sidney was helping with the potatoes when she spotted her boyfriend across the room.
Logan frowned when Jules stepped away from him with an intense expression. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breath before Sidney appeared in front of him.
โThatโs not a happy face,โ Sidney mused, frowning at his furrowed brows. โHey, whatโs wrong? Jules took the marshmallows, didnโt they?โ
A quiet yet forced chuckle escaped him, โYou caught that?โ
โI catch everything.โ Sidney knew about their tradition, although she thought it was unfair to take the entire bag.
โSo smart,โ he muttered, taking her hand in his.
His finger trailed over her calm pulse for a moment.
โMmm. Now tell Sidney whatโs up, brown eyes.โ
A small smile curved his lips at the name, and when he met her kind stare, he felt instantly compelled to say everything that had just happened.
โJules wants us to go and see our mom.โ
She slowly nodded, โRight.โ
His thumb continued to brush gently over her palm.
โItโs tradition for us to spend the holidays together.โ He said, quietly.
โAnd you want to go?โ
โI didnโt say that,โ he weakly argued, making her nod.
โOh, I know, I just want you to be honest. Because honesty is good, and your sibling needs to understand boundaries,โ Sidney replied, sparring a glance at Jules, who was scrolling away on their phone, on the couch.
โBut they remember my mom differently,โ Logan stated, with a hint of resentment.
Sidney couldnโt blame him.
โYou know my uncle Daryl?โ She asked.
His jaw tightened at the memory of the man, โโThe mean drunkโ, yes.โ
โMy little brothers all remember him differently.โ Sidney started, โOne is hopelessly forgiving, and the other is rightfully hateful of the man who ruined more family holidays than I can count. Sure, heโs getting help, and heโs been making amends after a third stint in rehab, but that doesnโt mean those bad memories are absolved.โ
โAnd how do you remember him other than being a mean drunk?โ He gently asked.
โI choose not to think of him.โ
Words cut deeper, especially into a growing girl. Sidney remembered more than she would like. The comments on her legs, her hair, and specifically her changing weight throughout her adolescence.
John shuffled closer to Sidney, pulling her arms away from her stomach and replacing them with his.
โI donโt want to see my mom.โ This would be her fifth stint in rehab, and he just didnโt think she deserved to see him or his little sibling. โItโs too soon.โ
โThen tell Jules that,โ Sidney suggested. โYouโre your own person, you donโt have to go along with everything because itโs easy.โ
โYouโre right.โ
She wiggled her brows, โItโs a superpower.โ
โYouโre my superpower.โ
โAww, baby thatโs so corny. But sweet.โ
โIโll take that,โ he chuckled.
A gagging sound was heard nearby, they turned to see Tucker shaking his head whilst on the phone, staring at them.
โYou guys are grossly cute by the way,โ he uttered.
โTurn off the stove, Tucker!โ Sidney exclaimed, prompting him to do so, making her catch a glimpse of his mom through the screen. โOh, and hi, Mrs Tucker!โ
โHi sweetie. Logan, you better be treating her nice.โ Tuckerโs mom managed to wave.
โI am!โ Logan spoke up, amused by the interaction.
โMore than nice,โ Sidney added, leaning into him.
Mrs Tuckerโs attention was stolen away by her son.
Sidney continued to smile up at her boyfriend, taking in his handsomeness and the mischievousness that peeked through.
He was everything.
Loganโs face lit up at her mere beauty, and of course those pretty brown eyes of hers.
She was everything.
โI love you,โ he whispered against her lips.
โI love you too.โ
โThis honesty thing is really good.โ He pecked her lips, โItโs a good thing that hasnโt been a problem for us.โ
Sidney nodded.
Logan missed how her eyes averted when he pulled her to his chest.
โYeah, it hasnโt,โ she muttered.
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I hate how they made logan cave in the show, I wish he didnโt go and see their mum, but I get why he did it.
briar universityโs very own sports therapist junior, who works hard and plays even harder. although, she never knew that a secret from her past could fuck up her future.
Full Name: Sidney Dionne Watkins
Sidney means wide meadow or wide meadow (old English)
Dionne means divine or goddess (Greek)
Watkins means son of Watkin (English, Welsh)
Gender: female
Age: 21
Date of Birth: February, 24th 1994 (Pisces)
Height: 5'7
Ethnicity/ Race: Black/American
Occupation (s): College student at Briar U (Junior)
Residence: Hastings, Massachusetts, USA (college), New England, Massachusetts (home)
Birth place: New England, Massachusetts
Major : Sports therapist
Hobbies: Gym, Equestrian, listening to music, watching movies, cooking, and reading
Family: Anna-Marie Watkins (mother), Jalen Watkins (father), Samuel & Silas Watkins (brothers) Daryl Smith (maternal uncle)
Relationships: Dean Di Laurentis (ex), John Logan (boyfriend)
More information Sidney:
- Her father used to play professional football for the New England Patriots as a linebacker. He has since retired and is a pundit on ESPN.
- Her mother went to college to be a surveyor, and became a very successful one. She became pregnant with Sidney not long after she graduated. Currently does hybrid working to help raise her twin sons.
- Sidney fell in love with the becoming a sports therapist at a young age, after seeing how her father would be injured and could heal. The body fascinated her, and she wanted to be able to help athletes heal also.
- Sidney chose to apply to briar because it was closer to home, however she rarely returns, unless itโs for family holidays and vacations.
- Sidney speaks both English, French (holidays to Switzerland)
- Sidney was in the choir at high school, and couldโve studied music performance at Briar, but chose against it, Her uncle being a talent agent, he and her mother encouraged her but she declined his help.
"Okay, it's something I saw on TikTok, and I think he'd love it. He was at home all weekend, and I don't want him to stress, okay?" Sidney rambled, "So can you help or not, you have those Demby plates that are amazing and I they will help with the presentation..."
Garrett and Dean watched as she pleaded with Tucker from the edge of the kitchen threshold, stunned she hadn't stopped speaking yet.
"How hasn't she run out of breath yet?" Garrett questioned, leaning into the blond, who stood with arms crossed against his chest.
Dean shook his head, "No clue."
They watched in awe as she even grabbed the bag full of groceries to add to her case, whilst Tucker slowly nodded along, looking around in wonder.
Garrett decided to step in, "Tucker, just say yes, man, I think Watkins will go into respiratory shock."
Sidney stared at Tucker with so much hope in her eyes that he would've melted on the spot, had he not seen it a billion times.
"Yes, I'll help." Tucker agreed, settling his hands down on her shoulders, making her breathe out in relief. "Okay, Sid, calm down, it won't take long, and he'll be back in an hour."
Sidney happily clasped her hands together, "Good, good. Here's the recipe, the ingredients are here," she gestured toward them on the counter, then whipped around, narrowing her gaze at the two guys. "Are you guys gonna help? You can't watch and expect food."
"Oh, they do that all the time," Tucker shrugged it off.
Garrett muttered, "Offended."
"Guilty."
Dean laughed, then rounded the counter, and immediately picked things out of the grocery bag.
Sidney cast him a grateful look.
"It's either this or doing an essay," He said, feeling the need to explain himself, whilst Garrett sat on the stool in front of various bowls, spices and sauces.
Sidney snorted, "Right, and food trumps a good grade."
"Food trumps a good grade," he repeated, with a smile.
"Right, I'll season the mince meat, Tucker is on the burger sauce, and," She gestured between Garrett and Dean, "you two can pass him the spices."
The guys promptly nodded and got on with it.
Sidney was happily washing the meat, spraying lemon over it before adding John's favourite seasonings: smoked paprika, garlic granules, Himalayan salt, and black pepper.
"Half a cup of mayoโThank you." Garrett passed it over to Tucker, who squeezed it into the bowl, then ketchup, pickle juice and garlic granules. "Mustard. Are the crispy onions done?"
"Yes, chef." Garrett pushed them over.
Tucker instructed, "Start on the fresh parsley."
"Yes, chef," Garrett readied himself with a knife and awkwardly started chopping as Dean poured the chopped gherkins into the bowl.
"You know this isn't The Bear," Sidney mused, and started up the stove.
All three guys chorused, "Yes, it is, chef."
She laughed.
So did they.
Tucker put the cubed potatoes in the air fryer, drizzled them with oil, added some seasoning for flavour, and shook them until coated, then let them cook for 20 minutes.
He also helped his friends with chopping the onions into small slices, adding them to an oiled pan, and telling them to leave them to soften and brown.
"Now add a dash of sugarโ" Tucker ordered.
Dean interrupted, amused, "A dash?"
Tucker rolled his eyes, "Dude."
"Fine, a dash," Dean muttered, drawing a laugh from Garrett.
"It's so it'll caramelise," Sidney spoke beside them, breaking apart the seasoned mince, and adding tomato purรฉe, and a cup of water. "Put the lid back on. Leave the heat kinda low."
Tucker held his hand out, nodding, "Exactly, thank you."
Garrett asked Sidney, "If you're so good with cooking, why ask Tucker?"
Her brows pinched together in confusion.
"Can't I spend time with you guys?"
Her question caught them off guard, and they exchanged a look.
"I'm over a lot anyway, but I'm usually with Logan, which I love and adore, don't get me wrong," Sidney explained, adding some pepper sauce before she could gauge their surprised reactions. "But I've never just hung out with you guys collectively without him. Plus, who can say no to food?"
Bashfully, Tucker nodded, "You're right."
Dean dramatically gasped, nudging her side, "You love us."
"Shut up," She groaned.
"No, I think she does," Tucker snickered.
"It's okay to admit it, Watkins." Garrett stared at her playfully.
"Yeah, yeah, just make sure those onions don't burn," Sidney tutted, stirring the mince and leaving it to simmer. "Oh, and one of you slice some cheese, I got Colby Jack."
Dean muttered, "Fuck yes."
It melted over the mince once it was cut.
"You get the iceberg lettuce & tomatoes," Tucker pointed at Garrett, who stepped back from the stove. Tucker checked the time, "Good, we're good on time."
He got the Demby low bowls, briskly wiped them whilst Garrett poured the lettuce and diced tomatoes into each one.
"This is a good thing you're doing, Watkins," Garrett stated after a few minutes. The stoves were switched off, and all pans were carried over to the counter where they dished up the food. "Logan'll need this."
She smiled, "Thanks."
They helped, placing the diced potatoes onto the bed of salads, then cheesy mince, caramelised onions, burger sauce and then the chopped parsley.
Whilst the others bought out the culture and glasses.
Garrett kindly asked, "How's your Endo going?" The term was foreign on his tongue, but she slowly stared at him, "I haven't heard about you being in too much pain for a while now."
She leaned on the counter, "It's better. I'm still getting the lower back pain and mild cramps, only need ibuprofen this time, so that's good."
Garrett hummed.
"It is."
Garrett wouldn't admit how scared he was when her cries bounced off the walls of John's truck. He grew slightly horrified when those cries turned to nothing, and she passed out in the hospital.
Nearby, Tucker stood, still unnerved by the whole ordeal.
Dean, on the other hand, placed the cutlery down, choosing to focus on the tasks rather than on the tremors in his hand.
Suddenly, the front door was pulled open, alerting them.
Sidney smoothed out her skirt, then let out a deep breath.
"Yo!" John called out.
His voice drew an excited smile from his girlfriend, who replied, "In here."
They heard luggage being dropped on the ground.
"Baby, I didn't realise you'd beโฆโ John was taken aback by his girlfriend standing between his friends and hovering over plates of delicious-smelling food. "Whoa, what's all this?"
Sidney happily rushed over to him when he held out his arms.
He smiled, cupping the back of her head, when she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
"I've missed you," She mumbled.
He nearly melted, "I've really fucking missed you too."
"Acting like he went off to war," Dean laughed, when he and the guys walked over.
"In my house, it felt like it."
John's jest almost made Sidney's expression falter when they pulled apart.
The guys laughed, patting his shoulder or playfully shoving him.
"Good to see you, bro," Garrett greeted.
Tucker teased, "We missed you too."
"Yeah, the shower's been acting up," Dean quipped, drawing laughs across the room.
Sidney grabbed John's hand and dragged him over to the kitchen.
"I thought it would be a good change from cheeseburgers. Well, it's a cheese burger salad bowl, an alternative."
His eyes widened as his face lit up in awe.
He glanced between her and then the food, "You did all this for me?"
Sidney beamed, "Of course, I had help, and that help clearly sampled a lot of the meal." She playfully rolled her eyes when footsteps approached. "But they had more self-control than expected."
"Thanks, Sid," Tucker chuckled.
Garrett nudged Logan, "You're welcome, dude."
Logan hadn't stopped smiling. The weekend away had worn him out; he couldn't wait to escape.
And all this was innocuously disarming, but itโs not like Sidney has never done anything nice or sweet for him.
Her presence is the sweetest in the world, and she consistently is considerate, even when he was grouchy or livid.
She was all he could ever ask for.
She was all he ever wanted.
God, he was madly in love with Sidney Watkins.
"I love you." John squeezed her hand, ever so tightly, "I needed this."
Noting the twinkle in his eye, the guys took their bowls and a few juices, then left the couple by the kitchen counter.
"It's not too spicy, but I think it's just right," Sidney said after he washed his hands and then sat up on a stool next to her. "Please let me know if it's too much salt; I do tend to go overboard."
"It's perfect," He gazed over it.
Sidney huffed, "You haven't even tasted it yet."
"It'll be perfect."
Sidney propped her elbow on the counter and eyed him, noticing how haggard he was, "I was hoping we could eat in your room, talk, watch a movie, if you're not too tired."
"I'm not too tired; we can finish out James Bond Marathon," John replied, eager to be alone with her.
"Good because Daniel Craig strangely does something for me," She gushed.
Sidney's knees brushed against his under the table, making him grab her thigh.
"Behave."
"Make me." She whispered, then stood up, "Come on, I'll bring the food and cutlery, you get the drinks and your bags, and we'll eat, talk, watch and maybe extra."
John didn't hesitate to comply.
The guys turned around in their seats on the couch to see him rushing upstairs after her, nearly stumbling as he did so, emitting laughter from their throats.
a/n:
just wanted to do something light and more sidney with the core 4.
"Okay, it's something I saw on TikTok, and I think he'd love it. He was at home all weekend, and I don't want him to stress, okay?" Sidney rambled, "So can you help or not, you have those Demby plates that are amazing and I they will help with the presentation..."
Garrett and Dean watched as she pleaded with Tucker from the edge of the kitchen threshold, stunned she hadn't stopped speaking yet.
"How hasn't she run out of breath yet?" Garrett questioned, leaning into the blond, who stood with arms crossed against his chest.
Dean shook his head, "No clue."
They watched in awe as she even grabbed the bag full of groceries to add to her case, whilst Tucker slowly nodded along, looking around in wonder.
Garrett decided to step in, "Tucker, just say yes, man, I think Watkins will go into respiratory shock."
Sidney stared at Tucker with so much hope in her eyes that he would've melted on the spot, had he not seen it a billion times.
"Yes, I'll help." Tucker agreed, settling his hands down on her shoulders, making her breathe out in relief. "Okay, Sid, calm down, it won't take long, and he'll be back in an hour."
Sidney happily clasped her hands together, "Good, good. Here's the recipe, the ingredients are here," she gestured toward them on the counter, then whipped around, narrowing her gaze at the two guys. "Are you guys gonna help? You can't watch and expect food."
"Oh, they do that all the time," Tucker shrugged it off.
Garrett muttered, "Offended."
"Guilty."
Dean laughed, then rounded the counter, and immediately picked things out of the grocery bag.
Sidney cast him a grateful look.
"It's either this or doing an essay," He said, feeling the need to explain himself, whilst Garrett sat on the stool in front of various bowls, spices and sauces.
Sidney snorted, "Right, and food trumps a good grade."
"Food trumps a good grade," he repeated, with a smile.
"Right, I'll season the mince meat, Tucker is on the burger sauce, and," She gestured between Garrett and Dean, "you two can pass him the spices."
The guys promptly nodded and got on with it.
Sidney was happily washing the meat, spraying lemon over it before adding John's favourite seasonings: smoked paprika, garlic granules, Himalayan salt, and black pepper.
"Half a cup of mayoโThank you." Garrett passed it over to Tucker, who squeezed it into the bowl, then ketchup, pickle juice and garlic granules. "Mustard. Are the crispy onions done?"
"Yes, chef." Garrett pushed them over.
Tucker instructed, "Start on the fresh parsley."
"Yes, chef," Garrett readied himself with a knife and awkwardly started chopping as Dean poured the chopped gherkins into the bowl.
"You know this isn't The Bear," Sidney mused, and started up the stove.
All three guys chorused, "Yes, it is, chef."
She laughed.
So did they.
Tucker put the cubed potatoes in the air fryer, drizzled them with oil, added some seasoning for flavour, and shook them until coated, then let them cook for 20 minutes.
He also helped his friends with chopping the onions into small slices, adding them to an oiled pan, and telling them to leave them to soften and brown.
"Now add a dash of sugarโ" Tucker ordered.
Dean interrupted, amused, "A dash?"
Tucker rolled his eyes, "Dude."
"Fine, a dash," Dean muttered, drawing a laugh from Garrett.
"It's so it'll caramelise," Sidney spoke beside them, breaking apart the seasoned mince, and adding tomato purรฉe, and a cup of water. "Put the lid back on. Leave the heat kinda low."
Tucker held his hand out, nodding, "Exactly, thank you."
Garrett asked Sidney, "If you're so good with cooking, why ask Tucker?"
Her brows pinched together in confusion.
"Can't I spend time with you guys?"
Her question caught them off guard, and they exchanged a look.
"I'm over a lot anyway, but I'm usually with Logan, which I love and adore, don't get me wrong," Sidney explained, adding some pepper sauce before she could gauge their surprised reactions. "But I've never just hung out with you guys collectively without him. Plus, who can say no to food?"
Bashfully, Tucker nodded, "You're right."
Dean dramatically gasped, nudging her side, "You love us."
"Shut up," She groaned.
"No, I think she does," Tucker snickered.
"It's okay to admit it, Watkins." Garrett stared at her playfully.
"Yeah, yeah, just make sure those onions don't burn," Sidney tutted, stirring the mince and leaving it to simmer. "Oh, and one of you slice some cheese, I got Colby Jack."
Dean muttered, "Fuck yes."
It melted over the mince once it was cut.
"You get the iceberg lettuce & tomatoes," Tucker pointed at Garrett, who stepped back from the stove. Tucker checked the time, "Good, we're good on time."
He got the Demby low bowls, briskly wiped them whilst Garrett poured the lettuce and diced tomatoes into each one.
"This is a good thing you're doing, Watkins," Garrett stated after a few minutes. The stoves were switched off, and all pans were carried over to the counter where they dished up the food. "Logan'll need this."
She smiled, "Thanks."
They helped, placing the diced potatoes onto the bed of salads, then cheesy mince, caramelised onions, burger sauce and then the chopped parsley.
Whilst the others bought out the culture and glasses.
Garrett kindly asked, "How's your Endo going?" The term was foreign on his tongue, but she slowly stared at him, "I haven't heard about you being in too much pain for a while now."
She leaned on the counter, "It's better. I'm still getting the lower back pain and mild cramps, only need ibuprofen this time, so that's good."
Garrett hummed.
"It is."
Garrett wouldn't admit how scared he was when her cries bounced off the walls of John's truck. He grew slightly horrified when those cries turned to nothing, and she passed out in the hospital.
Nearby, Tucker stood, still unnerved by the whole ordeal.
Dean, on the other hand, placed the cutlery down, choosing to focus on the tasks rather than on the tremors in his hand.
Suddenly, the front door was pulled open, alerting them.
Sidney smoothed out her skirt, then let out a deep breath.
"Yo!" John called out.
His voice drew an excited smile from his girlfriend, who replied, "In here."
They heard luggage being dropped on the ground.
"Baby, I didn't realise you'd beโฆโ John was taken aback by his girlfriend standing between his friends and hovering over plates of delicious-smelling food. "Whoa, what's all this?"
Sidney happily rushed over to him when he held out his arms.
He smiled, cupping the back of her head, when she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
"I've missed you," She mumbled.
He nearly melted, "I've really fucking missed you too."
"Acting like he went off to war," Dean laughed, when he and the guys walked over.
"In my house, it felt like it."
John's jest almost made Sidney's expression falter when they pulled apart.
The guys laughed, patting his shoulder or playfully shoving him.
"Good to see you, bro," Garrett greeted.
Tucker teased, "We missed you too."
"Yeah, the shower's been acting up," Dean quipped, drawing laughs across the room.
Sidney grabbed John's hand and dragged him over to the kitchen.
"I thought it would be a good change from cheeseburgers. Well, it's a cheese burger salad bowl, an alternative."
His eyes widened as his face lit up in awe.
He glanced between her and then the food, "You did all this for me?"
Sidney beamed, "Of course, I had help, and that help clearly sampled a lot of the meal." She playfully rolled her eyes when footsteps approached. "But they had more self-control than expected."
"Thanks, Sid," Tucker chuckled.
Garrett nudged Logan, "You're welcome, dude."
Logan hadn't stopped smiling. The weekend away had worn him out; he couldn't wait to escape.
And all this was innocuously disarming, but itโs not like Sidney has never done anything nice or sweet for him.
Her presence is the sweetest in the world, and she consistently is considerate, even when he was grouchy or livid.
She was all he could ever ask for.
She was all he ever wanted.
God, he was madly in love with Sidney Watkins.
"I love you." John squeezed her hand, ever so tightly, "I needed this."
Noting the twinkle in his eye, the guys took their bowls and a few juices, then left the couple by the kitchen counter.
"It's not too spicy, but I think it's just right," Sidney said after he washed his hands and then sat up on a stool next to her. "Please let me know if it's too much salt; I do tend to go overboard."
"It's perfect," He gazed over it.
Sidney huffed, "You haven't even tasted it yet."
"It'll be perfect."
Sidney propped her elbow on the counter and eyed him, noticing how haggard he was, "I was hoping we could eat in your room, talk, watch a movie, if you're not too tired."
"I'm not too tired; we can finish out James Bond Marathon," John replied, eager to be alone with her.
"Good because Daniel Craig strangely does something for me," She gushed.
Sidney's knees brushed against his under the table, making him grab her thigh.
"Behave."
"Make me." She whispered, then stood up, "Come on, I'll bring the food and cutlery, you get the drinks and your bags, and we'll eat, talk, watch and maybe extra."
John didn't hesitate to comply.
The guys turned around in their seats on the couch to see him rushing upstairs after her, nearly stumbling as he did so, emitting laughter from their throats.
a/n:
just wanted to do something light and more sidney with the core 4.
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Sidney lay half-naked on John's bed, hair blown out and lingerie fitted, pushing up her breasts, cinching her hips. Her ass looked like a carving from a sculpture, and still she was self-conscious. His sheets were around her waist as he sat only in his boxers at the side of his bed, facing her.
The room reeked of his cologne and sweat.
"Baby..." John spoke in that husky voice she loved to listen to. His lips swollen from their intense make-out session, and his hair was dishevelled from her grip. He combed a hand through it staring at her intensely. "You're beautiful, you know that? We don't have to go further than this, I know... I know it can be uncomfortable โ"
"This is humiliating."
"Talking about sex is hot." His boyish smile made her roll her eyes. "What you're wearing is hot," he said as he crawled up the bed, only a kiss away from her face as he hovered over her, making her gulp when she looked at him. "Look at this." His fingers trailed over her lace thong, though his eyes never strayed from her. "What is it, silk?"
"You know it's lace," Sidney whispered, feeling him drag his hand over to her waist.
"Lace, that's hot," John murmured, kneading into her skin, making her deeply exhale.
"Yeah."
"You're hot, baby." He grinned; she quietly giggled, "Like seriously, I can feel the heat radiating off of you." he paused, "Look, we donโt have to do this.โ
She placed her hand on his. โNo, I want to.โ
โI donโt want you to be uncomfortable,โ he said softly.
Sidney sighed, โI donโt want to use lube again; itโs messy.โ
โWeโll get messy either way."
How John's gaze darkened, it only spurred her on.
She rasped out, "Yeah, we will."
Sidney couldn't help but snake her hands around his neck, pulling his head down, grazing her lips over his, drawing a low noise from him.
Her tongue swiped over his mouth, with a giggle.
"Real messy," he grunted, before kissing her deeply.
One hand held her waist, whilst the other tugged down at his sheets and threw them to the floor. He moved frantically, keeping his kiss gentle, way before his tongue slipped through, lapping over hers.
Her legs parted before the heels of her feet guided him between them, lying over her as he held himself up.
John groaned; his scalp tingled at how her nails scratched over it.
โDon't..." Reluctantly, he pulled back, making her whine. "I just donโt want to hurt you.โ
โYou preparing me in any way helps with the discomfort.โ
He rapidly nodded, then pulled back, eyes widened in hunger as he peered over her.
โTell me what you want from me.โ
Sidney licked her lips. โFingers.โ
โYeah?โ He asked.
โYeah.โ
โAlright, lie back.โ
She hummed, quickly sinking her head into his pillows, looking up at him in a daze.
โOkay.โ
Slowly, he tugged at her legs, pushing them toward her chest, when he got up on his knees.
โIโm gonna take these off.โ His finger curled over the hem of her thong. After receiving a small nod, he tugged them down and flicked them toward the end of the bed. He dropped forward, his thin gold chain grazing against her chest as he spread her thighs wide, wasting no time, to swipe his finger through her slick folds, โFuck.โ
โLogan?โ She whimpered at his actions, hardly containing herself, nearly closing her eyes.
He shoved his ring and middle fingers inside her parted mouth, she sucked on them, running her tongue over his calluses and scars. When they were soaked, he pulled his fingers out.
โHey, hey, look at me.โ His lips parted when he pushed two fingers deep inside her. Her moans were music to his ears, drowning out whatever ancient music Garrett was playing downstairs. "That's it, that's it." He pumped steadily, curling until her moans grew louder. "Keep looking at me, baby."
"I..." The words died on her tongue as he sped up his thrusts.
"More?"
"H-huh?"
"More?"
"Y-yeah," her back arched when he pushed in another finger. "God!"
"You like it?" John licked his lips before leaning down and kissing her breasts. He nipped at the material of her bra until he found the clasp in the middle of her cleavage. "There we go," he rubbed harshly at her clit, causing tears to spring from her eyes from the pressure building, wracking through her body like a wave. "Sid..."
"Don't stop, please..." She didn't even notice her bra was undone. All she could feel was the tingling and shaking of her legs. "Please, don't."
She gripped his arms.
"Wait."
"John Logan, I swear if you fucking stop."
Sidney cried when he did.
"What the fuck?"
She whined when he dropped his head straight between her thighs and plunged his tongue through her wet folds. He moaned, shaking his head, flicking his tongue, making her push his head deeper.
"Look at me."
She managed to hear his muffled words before he grabbed at her breasts, pinching at her nipples.
"Oh my God!"
John lapped up her essence that slicked his mouth, before he dripped it over her clit, and sucked it until her grip fell slack and her eyes rolled back.
"Oh my..." a silent scream escaped her.
She slumped against the pillow, eyes fluttering as her head lolled around.
John crawled up, cupping her face, and pouring all he felt into a kiss.
"Told you we'd get messy." He murmured against her lips.
"I need you," She breathed out, peeling the arms of her bra off and leaving her completely bare, further enticing him. โBaby, I need you.โ
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She tugged at his chain.
โOnly me?โ
โOnly ever you.โ
โHow bad?โ
โSo fucking badly.โ
โThat badly, huh.โ He cheekily grinned, then pushed her hands away when she tugged at the waistband of his boxers. โUh-uh, donโt rush me. I told you Iโm gonna take my time.โ
It took all the strength in the world for John to pull himself away from Sidney and stand from the bed, and relieve himself of his boxers until he stood there naked, full view of her core, spread out just for him.
He reached into his bedside table, scrambling for a condom.
He ripped it open with his teeth, then blew away the wrapper as he fell beside her, palming her stomach before she stopped him.
โItโs better without.โ She whispered, โAnd you know Iโm on the pill. Come on, you know you want to.โ
Most of the time, whenever they had sex, they've been safe, but those few times when they weren't lingered on their minds for a lot longer.
Sidney's hand crept over his abs, reaching for his dick and stroking it lightly, making his head tilt back.
โShit,โ he rasped.
โItโll relax me more. Less painful," She murmured, letting go, before he climbed over her, placing his hands on either side of her head, then reaching between her thighs. โYou wanna help me?โ
โYeah.โ He breathily said, slowly lining himself up and pushing into her, with a low groan. he murmured, watching himself drag the tip up and down her slit, her entrance fluttering each time he passed over it. Finally, he pushed in, gazing at how she took all of him from one thrust. โThis helping?โ
She moaned at the stuffed feeling, โYeah, fuck.โ
โStill so tight.โ
John buried his head in the crook of her neck, grunting at how she sucked him in.
โBaby, look at me.โ She palmed his cheek, finally getting his head to turn, โYeah, just keep looking.โ
John almost couldn't take it.
But her dangerous gaze made him find his positioning again and sit up, watching moans fall from lips, and he hadn't even moved yet.
โMove,โ Sidney pleaded.
He dipped his hips and started to move.
His thrusts were deep and slow.
He groaned the more she sucked him in, then captured her lips in a kiss, feeling her tremble beneath him even more as her hands scratched over his lower back much to his satisfaction.
John picked up his speed, peeling back, watching her face contort into discomfort.
He stopped.
"Sorry, baby."
"Slow," She exhaled, gulping when he moved again, going at the right pace.
"Like that?" He asked, brows pinching together at the pressure building in her stomach again. "Baby, relax." It was too soon, and he knew it was to do with how stiff she could feel in this position. He set his hand on her stomach and lightly pressed, grinning when he could feel his movements hitting her spot. "Trust me."
"I trust you."
"Yeah?"
"I trust you, fuck."
Her nails sunk deeper into his skin, making him choke out a moan, matching hers when he adjusted his position, hitting a deep angle.
"You wanna mark me up or somethin'?"
She couldn't respond, overstimulated when he pressed deeper.
It drew him to remove his hand and trail his thumb over her bottom lip.
"Talk to me," he pulled down on her lip, and inched his thumb into her mouth. She gasped, before nipping at the padded skin, "Shit."
A dazed-like smile took over her face before she sucked on his thumb.
"Just like that."
His stomach tightened when her tongue lapped over his thumb, before he pulled it away, roused by the spit dripping until he pulled back, sitting up on his knees, spreading her thighs further.
John spat down at her glistening core, making her moans rumble through her body.
Her back arched when he started to rub over her clit with his thumb.
"Oh fuck," She gripped the sheets.
The loud sounds of her arousal grew lewd, sounding nothing more than a blissful melody in his ears.
โMore?โ
โLike that.โ
โLike this?โ His thumb sped up.
โY-yeah.โ Sidney choked out, eyes rolling back, "I can't wait for everyone to see... the scratches on your back."
John grinned, lowering his head to grit out, "Yeah? Well, they'll see the love bites all of you."
He kissed a path up her chest, until her reached the hollow of her throat and he flattened out his tongue to lick it.
His lips sucked over her skin until blemishes rose to the surface.
With hooded eyes, Sidney grabbed his face and crashed her lips into his.
โSlower," she whined.
โYeah?โ
โYou make me feel so good Logan,โ she moaned with tears in her eyes.
He groaned at her clenching around him, โFuck!โ He trembled when her hands found his ass and a finger slid over a spot. โBaby, do it.โ
โYou sure?โ
โPlease.โ
Pleasure clutched him, yanking the breath out of his lungs when her moving finger, thrusting inside his ass.
He croaked, โFuck. Iโm close.โ
There it is, that aching feeling of ecstasy triggering his balls to tighten and his mouth to dry as he managed to say.
โCome.โ
In a matter of seconds, Sidney was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking, her hips pressing against his, and her face trembling with tears as she screamed his name.
John snapped when her finger curled once more.
He reeled back, gasping for air, when he pulled out of her and pushed away her hand. He stroked himself, panting loudly before come shot out of his dick.
Her stomach was coated in his come and thighs damp with her slickness.
John watched, fascinated, as his come leaked down to her pelvis, before concern contorted his face.
โBaby, are you okay? I wasnโt too quick or rough?โ He pressed, sitting on his knees.
โNo, you were amazing," she bit down her bottom lip.
โSo were you.โ John bashfully said, "I can't hold back when you do that thing." They lightly chuckled, โLet me get you some water and help clean you up.โ
โWait, donโt go. I wanna go again," She reached out before he could pick up his boxers.
John asked, โYou sure?โ
โI wanna be on top this time.โ
โYeah?โ
John lazily smiled, lying next to Sidney, greedily grabbing her breasts, as she moved to straddle him, nervous yet excited. She reached behind her, stroking his hardening dick, before lining him up, sinking on him.
Sidney's head threw back, moaning, โFuck yes.โ
The next morning, Sidney entered the occupied kitchen with nothing more than John's jersey hanging off her body and his shorts that reached her knees.
Her silk scarf was long gone, but what wasn't was the teasing looks on the guys' faces.
"So did you guys have a nice night?" Garrett asked, taking a bite of his toast.
Sidney slowly nodded, "We just slept."
Tucker muttered, cooking a large pan of scrambled eggs, "Sounded like you did more than that."
Sidney rolled her eyes at their sputtered snickering.
Dean simply kept eating cereal, even amused himself, whilst Birdie didnโt bother concealing his mirth.
John jumped down the stairs, and swaggered into the kitchen shirtless and greeted his best friends, then pecked Sidney, smiling affectionately before turning around, to grab mugs from the cupboard.
The guys instantly spotted the scratches on his back.
"Shit, Sid, ease up on my boy," Tucker snorted.
"Jesus," Garrett didn't bother hiding his smile when John set the mugs on the table and turned to his girlfriend.
Sidney innocently smiled at him, "Want me to?"
"Never." John grinned against her lips.
Their kisses only made the guys groan.
"Gross." Garrett tutted.
"Disgusting." Tucker jokingly pointed accusingly before turning off the stove.
"That's your envy talking." John retorted, then helped with the plates, "Now, help me make my girl something to eat."
Sidney snickered, tilting her head to see how much bacon was in the grill.
"You burn yourself last night, Sid?" Birdie's question made all the guys turn to her when she narrowed her eyes.
"What are you talking โ shit," She quickly slammed her hand over her neck.
"My work of art." John adored.
"Well done, Logan." Tucker commended him.
"Hang it in the Lourve!" Birdie exclaimed.
a/n:
well, that took a while to write. i've been reading logan's book and didn't realise the shit he was into, so i had to indulge.
also, those wondering when logan finds out about sidney and dean, it'll be a few more one shots until then.
Sidney lay half-naked on John's bed, hair blown out and lingerie fitted, pushing up her breasts, cinching her hips. Her ass looked like a carving from a sculpture, and still she was self-conscious. His sheets were around her waist as he sat only in his boxers at the side of his bed, facing her.
The room reeked of his cologne and sweat.
"Baby..." John spoke in that husky voice she loved to listen to. His lips swollen from their intense make-out session, and his hair was dishevelled from her grip. He combed a hand through it staring at her intensely. "You're beautiful, you know that? We don't have to go further than this, I know... I know it can be uncomfortable โ"
"This is humiliating."
"Talking about sex is hot." His boyish smile made her roll her eyes. "What you're wearing is hot," he said as he crawled up the bed, only a kiss away from her face as he hovered over her, making her gulp when she looked at him. "Look at this." His fingers trailed over her lace thong, though his eyes never strayed from her. "What is it, silk?"
"You know it's lace," Sidney whispered, feeling him drag his hand over to her waist.
"Lace, that's hot," John murmured, kneading into her skin, making her deeply exhale.
"Yeah."
"You're hot, baby." He grinned; she quietly giggled, "Like seriously, I can feel the heat radiating off of you." he paused, "Look, we donโt have to do this.โ
She placed her hand on his. โNo, I want to.โ
โI donโt want you to be uncomfortable,โ he said softly.
Sidney sighed, โI donโt want to use lube again; itโs messy.โ
โWeโll get messy either way."
How John's gaze darkened, it only spurred her on.
She rasped out, "Yeah, we will."
Sidney couldn't help but snake her hands around his neck, pulling his head down, grazing her lips over his, drawing a low noise from him.
Her tongue swiped over his mouth, with a giggle.
"Real messy," he grunted, before kissing her deeply.
One hand held her waist, whilst the other tugged down at his sheets and threw them to the floor. He moved frantically, keeping his kiss gentle, way before his tongue slipped through, lapping over hers.
Her legs parted before the heels of her feet guided him between them, lying over her as he held himself up.
John groaned; his scalp tingled at how her nails scratched over it.
โDon't..." Reluctantly, he pulled back, making her whine. "I just donโt want to hurt you.โ
โYou preparing me in any way helps with the discomfort.โ
He rapidly nodded, then pulled back, eyes widened in hunger as he peered over her.
โTell me what you want from me.โ
Sidney licked her lips. โFingers.โ
โYeah?โ He asked.
โYeah.โ
โAlright, lie back.โ
She hummed, quickly sinking her head into his pillows, looking up at him in a daze.
โOkay.โ
Slowly, he tugged at her legs, pushing them toward her chest, when he got up on his knees.
โIโm gonna take these off.โ His finger curled over the hem of her thong. After receiving a small nod, he tugged them down and flicked them toward the end of the bed. He dropped forward, his thin gold chain grazing against her chest as he spread her thighs wide, wasting no time, to swipe his finger through her slick folds, โFuck.โ
โLogan?โ She whimpered at his actions, hardly containing herself, nearly closing her eyes.
He shoved his ring and middle fingers inside her parted mouth, she sucked on them, running her tongue over his calluses and scars. When they were soaked, he pulled his fingers out.
โHey, hey, look at me.โ His lips parted when he pushed two fingers deep inside her. Her moans were music to his ears, drowning out whatever ancient music Garrett was playing downstairs. "That's it, that's it." He pumped steadily, curling until her moans grew louder. "Keep looking at me, baby."
"I..." The words died on her tongue as he sped up his thrusts.
"More?"
"H-huh?"
"More?"
"Y-yeah," her back arched when he pushed in another finger. "God!"
"You like it?" John licked his lips before leaning down and kissing her breasts. He nipped at the material of her bra until he found the clasp in the middle of her cleavage. "There we go," he rubbed harshly at her clit, causing tears to spring from her eyes from the pressure building, wracking through her body like a wave. "Sid..."
"Don't stop, please..." She didn't even notice her bra was undone. All she could feel was the tingling and shaking of her legs. "Please, don't."
She gripped his arms.
"Wait."
"John Logan, I swear if you fucking stop."
Sidney cried when he did.
"What the fuck?"
She whined when he dropped his head straight between her thighs and plunged his tongue through her wet folds. He moaned, shaking his head, flicking his tongue, making her push his head deeper.
"Look at me."
She managed to hear his muffled words before he grabbed at her breasts, pinching at her nipples.
"Oh my God!"
John lapped up her essence that slicked his mouth, before he dripped it over her clit, and sucked it until her grip fell slack and her eyes rolled back.
"Oh my..." a silent scream escaped her.
She slumped against the pillow, eyes fluttering as her head lolled around.
John crawled up, cupping her face, and pouring all he felt into a kiss.
"Told you we'd get messy." He murmured against her lips.
"I need you," She breathed out, peeling the arms of her bra off and leaving her completely bare, further enticing him. โBaby, I need you.โ
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She tugged at his chain.
โOnly me?โ
โOnly ever you.โ
โHow bad?โ
โSo fucking badly.โ
โThat badly, huh.โ He cheekily grinned, then pushed her hands away when she tugged at the waistband of his boxers. โUh-uh, donโt rush me. I told you Iโm gonna take my time.โ
It took all the strength in the world for John to pull himself away from Sidney and stand from the bed, and relieve himself of his boxers until he stood there naked, full view of her core, spread out just for him.
He reached into his bedside table, scrambling for a condom.
He ripped it open with his teeth, then blew away the wrapper as he fell beside her, palming her stomach before she stopped him.
โItโs better without.โ She whispered, โAnd you know Iโm on the pill. Come on, you know you want to.โ
Most of the time, whenever they had sex, they've been safe, but those few times when they weren't lingered on their minds for a lot longer.
Sidney's hand crept over his abs, reaching for his dick and stroking it lightly, making his head tilt back.
โShit,โ he rasped.
โItโll relax me more. Less painful," She murmured, letting go, before he climbed over her, placing his hands on either side of her head, then reaching between her thighs. โYou wanna help me?โ
โYeah.โ He breathily said, slowly lining himself up and pushing into her, with a low groan. he murmured, watching himself drag the tip up and down her slit, her entrance fluttering each time he passed over it. Finally, he pushed in, gazing at how she took all of him from one thrust. โThis helping?โ
She moaned at the stuffed feeling, โYeah, fuck.โ
โStill so tight.โ
John buried his head in the crook of her neck, grunting at how she sucked him in.
โBaby, look at me.โ She palmed his cheek, finally getting his head to turn, โYeah, just keep looking.โ
John almost couldn't take it.
But her dangerous gaze made him find his positioning again and sit up, watching moans fall from lips, and he hadn't even moved yet.
โMove,โ Sidney pleaded.
He dipped his hips and started to move.
His thrusts were deep and slow.
He groaned the more she sucked him in, then captured her lips in a kiss, feeling her tremble beneath him even more as her hands scratched over his lower back much to his satisfaction.
John picked up his speed, peeling back, watching her face contort into discomfort.
He stopped.
"Sorry, baby."
"Slow," She exhaled, gulping when he moved again, going at the right pace.
"Like that?" He asked, brows pinching together at the pressure building in her stomach again. "Baby, relax." It was too soon, and he knew it was to do with how stiff she could feel in this position. He set his hand on her stomach and lightly pressed, grinning when he could feel his movements hitting her spot. "Trust me."
"I trust you."
"Yeah?"
"I trust you, fuck."
Her nails sunk deeper into his skin, making him choke out a moan, matching hers when he adjusted his position, hitting a deep angle.
"You wanna mark me up or somethin'?"
She couldn't respond, overstimulated when he pressed deeper.
It drew him to remove his hand and trail his thumb over her bottom lip.
"Talk to me," he pulled down on her lip, and inched his thumb into her mouth. She gasped, before nipping at the padded skin, "Shit."
A dazed-like smile took over her face before she sucked on his thumb.
"Just like that."
His stomach tightened when her tongue lapped over his thumb, before he pulled it away, roused by the spit dripping until he pulled back, sitting up on his knees, spreading her thighs further.
John spat down at her glistening core, making her moans rumble through her body.
Her back arched when he started to rub over her clit with his thumb.
"Oh fuck," She gripped the sheets.
The loud sounds of her arousal grew lewd, sounding nothing more than a blissful melody in his ears.
โMore?โ
โLike that.โ
โLike this?โ His thumb sped up.
โY-yeah.โ Sidney choked out, eyes rolling back, "I can't wait for everyone to see... the scratches on your back."
John grinned, lowering his head to grit out, "Yeah? Well, they'll see the love bites all of you."
He kissed a path up her chest, until her reached the hollow of her throat and he flattened out his tongue to lick it.
His lips sucked over her skin until blemishes rose to the surface.
With hooded eyes, Sidney grabbed his face and crashed her lips into his.
โSlower," she whined.
โYeah?โ
โYou make me feel so good Logan,โ she moaned with tears in her eyes.
He groaned at her clenching around him, โFuck!โ He trembled when her hands found his ass and a finger slid over a spot. โBaby, do it.โ
โYou sure?โ
โPlease.โ
Pleasure clutched him, yanking the breath out of his lungs when her moving finger, thrusting inside his ass.
He croaked, โFuck. Iโm close.โ
There it is, that aching feeling of ecstasy triggering his balls to tighten and his mouth to dry as he managed to say.
โCome.โ
In a matter of seconds, Sidney was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking, her hips pressing against his, and her face trembling with tears as she screamed his name.
John snapped when her finger curled once more.
He reeled back, gasping for air, when he pulled out of her and pushed away her hand. He stroked himself, panting loudly before come shot out of his dick.
Her stomach was coated in his come and thighs damp with her slickness.
John watched, fascinated, as his come leaked down to her pelvis, before concern contorted his face.
โBaby, are you okay? I wasnโt too quick or rough?โ He pressed, sitting on his knees.
โNo, you were amazing," she bit down her bottom lip.
โSo were you.โ John bashfully said, "I can't hold back when you do that thing." They lightly chuckled, โLet me get you some water and help clean you up.โ
โWait, donโt go. I wanna go again," She reached out before he could pick up his boxers.
John asked, โYou sure?โ
โI wanna be on top this time.โ
โYeah?โ
John lazily smiled, lying next to Sidney, greedily grabbing her breasts, as she moved to straddle him, nervous yet excited. She reached behind her, stroking his hardening dick, before lining him up, sinking on him.
Sidney's head threw back, moaning, โFuck yes.โ
The next morning, Sidney entered the occupied kitchen with nothing more than John's jersey hanging off her body and his shorts that reached her knees.
Her silk scarf was long gone, but what wasn't was the teasing looks on the guys' faces.
"So did you guys have a nice night?" Garrett asked, taking a bite of his toast.
Sidney slowly nodded, "We just slept."
Tucker muttered, cooking a large pan of scrambled eggs, "Sounded like you did more than that."
Sidney rolled her eyes at their sputtered snickering.
Dean simply kept eating cereal, even amused himself, whilst Birdie didnโt bother concealing his mirth.
John jumped down the stairs, and swaggered into the kitchen shirtless and greeted his best friends, then pecked Sidney, smiling affectionately before turning around, to grab mugs from the cupboard.
The guys instantly spotted the scratches on his back.
"Shit, Sid, ease up on my boy," Tucker snorted.
"Jesus," Garrett didn't bother hiding his smile when John set the mugs on the table and turned to his girlfriend.
Sidney innocently smiled at him, "Want me to?"
"Never." John grinned against her lips.
Their kisses only made the guys groan.
"Gross." Garrett tutted.
"Disgusting." Tucker jokingly pointed accusingly before turning off the stove.
"That's your envy talking." John retorted, then helped with the plates, "Now, help me make my girl something to eat."
Sidney snickered, tilting her head to see how much bacon was in the grill.
"You burn yourself last night, Sid?" Birdie's question made all the guys turn to her when she narrowed her eyes.
"What are you talking โ shit," She quickly slammed her hand over her neck.
"My work of art." John adored.
"Well done, Logan." Tucker commended him.
"Hang it in the Lourve!" Birdie exclaimed.
a/n:
well, that took a while to write. i've been reading logan's book and didn't realise the shit he was into, so i had to indulge.
also, those wondering when logan finds out about sidney and dean, it'll be a few more one shots until then.
The drive to Boston was a lot longer, but worth it to return to the very place where she realised how passionate her best friend was about her major.
"Waitโ" Excited, Sidney ran up to the glass, palms flattened against it as she marvelled at the sea creatures that swam past. "Do you remember this was where we saw a Clownfish like Nemo?"
Trinity finally joined her, amused by how childlike her best friend appeared, "He's an Ocellaris Clownfish, and yes, I remember. The conservationists keep them with sea anemones."
"And what are they, future marine biologist Chase?" Sidney asked, facing her rather dramatically, uncaring about the families and people nearby.
Trinity indulged, happy to answer, "They are plants that possess a special mucous coating that makes the clownfish immune to the anemone's stinging tentacles, providing a haven from predators."
Her eyes darted over the shadows climbing her face, fish, sharks and her favourite, the jellyfish that glided by. The ancient survivor, which was mostly water and had no organs, fascinated her most.
Sidney fondly smiled at her, loving the passion that wrapped her face.
"And that is why you're my best friend," She expressed, making Trinity laugh.
"Because I know the basics about marine biology?"
"No, because you are marine biology," Sidney marvelled, turning out her hands.
Trinity snorted, swatting her hands away, "Girl, shut up."
"What, I think it's cute you watched Finding Nemo as a kid and just were drawn to wildlife and sea creatures ever since."
Smiing, Trinity shrugged, "It's no different from what you did. Seeing your dad's injuries made you want to help athletes ever since."
It evoked a great want to heal people, and learn.
"I guess, but yours sounds so much more magical," Sidney beamed.
Trinity countered, "Don't forget I almost went into architecture."
"Sophomore year was certainly something," Sidney murmured, the memories flitting through her mind.
"Yeah, it definitely was for you, one situationship and another blossoming love story," Trinity teased, making her huff.
"Okay, let's just focus on us... but I will need to get a toy dolphin for Logan."
Trinity grabbed her hand, "To the gift shop we go."
The fluffy toys and other aquatic plants or animal memorabilia swarmed through the rather vast gift shop. It was hard to simply pick one, so by the end of their delightful outing, the best friends ended up with at least six purchases combined.
On the way out, Trinity's phone had buzzed for the fifth time in a row, intriguing Sidney, who pushed open the exit door for them, welcoming the afternoon light.
"And who's blowing up your phone?" Sidney noted how quickly she pocketed her phone, prompting her next question, "Is it a certain Mr Maxwell?"
Trinity tensed, "What?"
"Oh, please, let's not act like you two haven't been getting closer."
"I could blame you for that," Trinity argued.
In the beginning, Trinity and Beau only ever interacted due to their best friends being in a secret tryst that wasn't that secret. Reluctant smiles grew to bashful grins and texts and memes that no one else would understand.
Sidney huffed when they strutted through the parking lot, "No, no, you don't. And Beau's a sweetheart."
"He is, but I'm not looking for anything. He's a friend, and that's it."
It was cute.
But to Trinity, that's all it would stay.
Cute.
"I said the same thing about Logan," Sidney muttered, unlocking the door to her Volkswagen.
Trinity exasperated, opening the passenger seat, "Yeah, that's because you lack self-control."
"Bitch," Sidney flipped her off as she jumped into the driver's seat.
"Now, you're paying for my lunch 'cause you're distressing me. Now, let's go!"
The drive to Boston was a lot longer, but worth it to return to the very place where she realised how passionate her best friend was about her major.
"Waitโ" Excited, Sidney ran up to the glass, palms flattened against it as she marvelled at the sea creatures that swam past. "Do you remember this was where we saw a Clownfish like Nemo?"
Trinity finally joined her, amused by how childlike her best friend appeared, "He's an Ocellaris Clownfish, and yes, I remember. The conservationists keep them with sea anemones."
"And what are they, future marine biologist Chase?" Sidney asked, facing her rather dramatically, uncaring about the families and people nearby.
Trinity indulged, happy to answer, "They are plants that possess a special mucous coating that makes the clownfish immune to the anemone's stinging tentacles, providing a haven from predators."
Her eyes darted over the shadows climbing her face, fish, sharks and her favourite, the jellyfish that glided by. The ancient survivor, which was mostly water and had no organs, fascinated her most.
Sidney fondly smiled at her, loving the passion that wrapped her face.
"And that is why you're my best friend," She expressed, making Trinity laugh.
"Because I know the basics about marine biology?"
"No, because you are marine biology," Sidney marvelled, turning out her hands.
Trinity snorted, swatting her hands away, "Girl, shut up."
"What, I think it's cute you watched Finding Nemo as a kid and just were drawn to wildlife and sea creatures ever since."
Smiing, Trinity shrugged, "It's no different from what you did. Seeing your dad's injuries made you want to help athletes ever since."
It evoked a great want to heal people, and learn.
"I guess, but yours sounds so much more magical," Sidney beamed.
Trinity countered, "Don't forget I almost went into architecture."
"Sophomore year was certainly something," Sidney murmured, the memories flitting through her mind.
"Yeah, it definitely was for you, one situationship and another blossoming love story," Trinity teased, making her huff.
"Okay, let's just focus on us... but I will need to get a toy dolphin for Logan."
Trinity grabbed her hand, "To the gift shop we go."
The fluffy toys and other aquatic plants or animal memorabilia swarmed through the rather vast gift shop. It was hard to simply pick one, so by the end of their delightful outing, the best friends ended up with at least six purchases combined.
On the way out, Trinity's phone had buzzed for the fifth time in a row, intriguing Sidney, who pushed open the exit door for them, welcoming the afternoon light.
"And who's blowing up your phone?" Sidney noted how quickly she pocketed her phone, prompting her next question, "Is it a certain Mr Maxwell?"
Trinity tensed, "What?"
"Oh, please, let's not act like you two haven't been getting closer."
"I could blame you for that," Trinity argued.
In the beginning, Trinity and Beau only ever interacted due to their best friends being in a secret tryst that wasn't that secret. Reluctant smiles grew to bashful grins and texts and memes that no one else would understand.
Sidney huffed when they strutted through the parking lot, "No, no, you don't. And Beau's a sweetheart."
"He is, but I'm not looking for anything. He's a friend, and that's it."
It was cute.
But to Trinity, that's all it would stay.
Cute.
"I said the same thing about Logan," Sidney muttered, unlocking the door to her Volkswagen.
Trinity exasperated, opening the passenger seat, "Yeah, that's because you lack self-control."
"Bitch," Sidney flipped her off as she jumped into the driver's seat.
"Now, you're paying for my lunch 'cause you're distressing me. Now, let's go!"
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when period pains are worse than sidney can handle
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John had been a carer most of his life.
He had spent most of his adolescence caring for his alcoholic mother, wiping her mouth after she'd been sick, sweeping up the glass from a broken bottle of gin, or even helping bathe her and get her to bed when she didn't have the strength to do so herself.
He had made sure to assist his father in their garage throughout high school, whenever the part-time mechanic couldn't cover, ensuring they had enough money to put food on the table and that Jules ate.
When he got to college, he fixed any leak he could find for a couple bucks, tightened the screws on bikes and tuned up cars for other students, just so he could put that money into his savings, along with whatever sponsorship he got.
It was ingrained into his body clock that it didn't understand what rest truly was.
Hopelessness was something he was familiar with.
But never had he felt so hopeless, watching his girlfriend cry in pain in his bedroom.
Sidney clutched the pillow between her legs, hoping it would relieve her of some of the tension that spread to her thighs. Her sweatpants had ridden up so much that the fabric seemed to be irritating her skin.
John wiped down his face, then announced, โAlright, Iโm taking you to the emergency room.โ
โNo, itโll pass," Sidney mustered out as she rolled onto her back, catching sight of him stressing at the edge of his bed.
โYouโre in pain Sidney!โ
โDonโt you think I know that?โ She snapped as a cry fell from her lips.
Worry gripped his tone, โI canโt watch you like this.โ
John was more nervous watching her than playing in any game. He tugged at his cap before leaving it backwards. Gathering more sweat around his hairline.
Sidney was shaking.
She was shaking for Christ Sakes.
He had prepared her heated pad and bought copious amounts of chocolates, candies and peppermint tea.
But nothing fucking helped.
Not even the painkillers.
And this was nothing like those awkward moments John experienced back in sex ed classes; no, this was guilt for not being able to do more. Fear and hopelessness of watching the girl he was endlessly in love with be in utter agony, and he couldnโt do a damn thing about it.
He had already changed his bloodstained sheets, hoping that by the time they dried, she would have settled or at least fallen into a light nap.
John knew, well, he thought he knew her body well, and today it was far hotter than usual; her lower back was tight. Her face looked dimmer and lacked the glowing colour that her brighter each day.
โIf you just massage my legs like you were doing before, itโll pass,โ Sidney groaned, eyes squeezing tight.
โBaby, you threw up three times in the last hour.โ He stressed, roughly adjusting his cap. โThis happened last month.โ
โI know.โ
John knew the only thing to do.
โCome on.โ Tentatively, he approached her side, his lip trembling when she began to sob. โCome on, baby, let me help you up.โ He bent his knees before lifting her into his arms, bridal style, letting the pillow fall on the floor. โThere you go; I've got you.โ
He kissed her shoulder, then marched toward his door and flung it open.
โGarrett!โ
A second later, Garrett stepped outside his room, annoyed.
โLogan, what โ holy shit.โ Shock settled across his face when he saw Sidney's state. He paced over to them, โWhoa, whatโs wrong?โ
โNothing, heโs overreacting," she whined, despite herself.
The two hockey players ignored her.
โSheโs sick,โ John explained, hardly able to contain any composure. โHer period pains are getting worse. Iโm taking her to the emergency room.โ
Garrett wasted no time, grabbing a shirt and his house keys, then rushed downstairs, opening the front door for a scared John, then watched as he stomped downstairs and followed afterwards, slamming the door shut.
Dean and Tucker were exiting the latter's car when they instantly panicked when they saw them.
"Follow behind us, we're going to the emergency room," Garrett steadily notified, "Watkins is in a bad way."
"Shit," Tucker uttered, then returned to the passenger seat with Dean hopping in and starting up his engine. "You think she'll be okay?"
"She fucking better be," Dean muttered with an edge that Tucker didn't catch.
The bright lights plagued Sidney's sight when she was carried into the hospital. She could hear the yelling and shouting from voices surrounding her, but their voices grew less and less distinct as another cramp loomed over her abdomen.
Her multiple pads were sticking against her skin, curling against her underwear and gnawing into the crease of her thighs.
And yet she couldn't get her bearings.
The bright lights dimmed, and finally everything went black.
โSidney Watkins?โ
John's head snapped up, and he was already rushing toward the doctor with his friends barreling behind him, all torn and dreading the news.
โIโm the one who brought her in; Iโm her boyfriend." John's words shook slightly, earning an empathetic stare from the older woman in front of him. He could still feel how Sidney's body went limp in his arms. They ached from the loss of weight, but that was all he had left of Sidney until he knew she was okay. "Her dadโs outta state and her momโs at home with her brothers.โ
Garrett rubbed at his shoulder, face hardened by apprehension.
โI'm Doctor Souza." The dark-skinned woman greeted them as she held onto her chart. "Sidney is stable; weโve given her some strong painkillers to help with the pain, and weโve put her on an IV for the dehydration.โ She then continued, gauging their varying relief. โSheโll have an internal ultrasound.โ
All relief vanished; John spoke up, โA what?โ
โItโs common for young women with vaginal conditions," She discreetly stated.
John glanced between his friends, in disbelief, then turned back to the doctor, โShe doesnโt have anything, does she? Nothing life-threatening.โ
โNo, but she has what we think is endometriosis.โ Doctor Souza treaded carefully, wary of concerning them more. โItโs a more common condition than documented. Itโs where tissue similar to the lining of the uterus grows in other places, like the ovaries, fallopian tubes, and pelvis. This displaced tissue thickens, bleeds, and breaks down during the menstrual cycle, causing inflammation, pain, and scar tissue because it cannot leave the body.โ She paused, โThis will explain her fatigue and pain, usually in the lower back, and can manifest in other areas of the body.โ
John steadily nodded, โLike her legs. I usually massage them for her; sometimes it works, and she stops shaking.โ
โThe levels of pain can be irregular, possibly adding to why it takes years to diagnose. And also other medical professionals dismiss the pain and believe itโs normal.โ
โShe was throwing up,โ Garrett mentioned, recalling John's rambles in the car.
โAnd crying.โ Tucker muttered.
Dean sincerely questioned, โAnd could barely stand howโs that normal?โ
The doctor was stunned by their reaction. Never had that many young men taken this so seriously.
She rolled back her shoulders and responded, โEven those symptoms can be shrugged off as normal.โ There was an aggravated edge to her tone; they all caught. โWeโll take a pelvic exam, as well as the ultrasound. Although endometriosis rarely shows up in these, Iโm confident in my diagnosis. Iโve seen many young girls and women in this state.โ
โHow can she manage this pain?โ John's eyes narrowed, needing to remember all of this.
โIโve already explained this to Sidney. As the condition is driven by the hormones estrogen and progesterone, hormonal therapies such as the contraceptive pill and hormonal IUDs. Pain management is another alternative, like anti-inflammatories or Surgery to remove or destroy patches of endometrial tissue and scar tissue.โ โAll is up to Sidney.โ
John exhaled deeply, pulled off his cap, and ran a hand through his curls.
Finally, he asked, โCan I see her?โ
Doctor Souza smiled, โYes, sheโs awake, just tired.โ
Slowly, they all filed into the room, all taken aback by Sidney's hospital gown and drained expression. An IV had been inserted into her left hand, drawing their attention as a nurse flashed them a small smile before leaving the room.
The guys were so used to Sidney's chatty, outgoing self.
This was just... upsetting.
And no one was more evidently upset than John, who slowly sat in the chair on her right side, reaching out to hold her hand, which felt weak.
โHi," She croaked out, making his heart sink further.
โHey, baby,โ John whispered.
โWatkins.โ Garrett greeted her, more hesitant than she had ever seen.
โSid.โ Tucker nodded, sitting at the foot of her bed, careful of her feet.
โSidney.โ Dean remained closer to the door, seemingly calmer than the others.
But his hands trembled in his pockets.
Sidney managed to tighten her grip on John's hand, tenderly stroking her thumb over his fingers.
โTrinity is on her way,โ John reassured, trying his best to smile, but the smile never reached his face. "Jules sends their love, you know, they're at home for the weekend."
โTrinity probably worried," Sidney sighed.
โYou worried us,โ Tucker replied, earning an abundance of disapproving looks.
โDude,โ Garrett muttered, shaking his head, then turned back to Sidney, โAre you feeling okay?โ
โIโm tired of my bodyโฆ and hungry.โ Sidney shifted slightly, wincing at the pressure in her hand. She hated the feeling of the IV. Her head lolled to the side, seeing the stress all over her boyfriend's face. "Thank you for bringing me here." She then glanced around the room. "All of you."
"It's no problem," Garrett waved her off, along with the rest of them.
โAnd if you're hungry, we can get you your favourite," Tucker stood up, gesturing between him and Dean.
"Strawberry milkshake with an everything burger and fries, right?"
Garrett's brows pinched together by Dean's words, but it appeared everyone else was far too concerned with Sidney, especially John.
"He knows your order but not mine?" Tucker joked, drawing a few laughs and a smile from Sidney.
John turned to Dean, simply nodding in appreciation, โThanks, man.โ
Sidney stared at him, then her squinted gaze darted down at his hands, which she couldn't see. They're probably twitching. Her tired smile widened.
โThank you.โ
Dean stiffly nodded, then he and Tucker left the room.
John quietly asked, โDo you know how you wanna deal with the condition?โ
His mind was racing. Endometriosis sounded so serious that even with the doctor assuring him that it was common, it still made his heart drop.
โI think the pill is the best option,โ Sidney stated, not entirely comfortable with the other options. โI think my aunties and a few cousins have endo but rarely talk about it.โ
โI'm here to help," John promised, "Anyway I can."
โAnd me,โ Garrett said, nodding profusely. โI would imitate Dean and Tuck's voices, but you wouldn't wanna hear that.โ
A genuine laugh escaped her; it was strained with fatigue, but still it was a win.
โThank you.โ Sidney's eyes began to flutter, โIโm really fucking tired, so please wake me up when my food gets here.โ
The last thing she felt before she slept was a kiss on her forehead.
a/n:
yaya decosta as doctor souza
although its mentioned in "lovers" that the diagnosis was given prior to their relationship was exposed, i just wanted to write it this way.
i love the friendships in the show and just wanted to show how the core four would react to something this serious with my girl sid.
