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The sound of skates scratching the ice, the slice of the puck and the buzz of the board echoed around the junior who sat deep within the stands, watching the private practice.
Courtesy of Coach Jensen, she was only allowed to do so due to her silence and focus.
Plus, she was too sweet to say no to.
She raised her gaze, zooming in over her notebook to see her boyfriend.
He was sitting on the team bench, wet curls framing his charming face as he was huddled between his friends, looking her way longingly.
Sidney lightly waved when she caught his stare, then gestured for him to focus.
The boys playfully nudged him, gaining his attention again.
She had another test in a few days for her Pathophysiology class. It was what interested her the most in her foundational class: how disease and injury alter normal bodily functions—that and, of course, Neuromuscular & Musculoskeletal Rehabilitation.
The body was a funny thing, and how many sports-related conditions affect the nerves, muscles, and bones fascinated her.
The way the body could break and heal, or forever be altered, both in and out of sport, was something she knew she wanted to study even at a young age. Her dad's few but impactful injuries only pushed her closer to what she felt was her calling in life.
Bang!
Sidney physically cringed at the clash between Garrett and Birdie when they hit against the shielding.
Coach Jensen immediately sent Garrett to the team doctor, seeing that he had taken the harder tumble.
Sweat dripped from his hair as he sat on the table like a child who got put in time-out. His aggravation was evident when Sidney wandered into the medical room.
The Hawks' physiotherapist was Daniel Matlin, AKA Matlin, who was one of the best, and would hold a two-hour lecture each week for the Gross Anatomy & Biomechanics foundational class, during which Sidney would spend most of the time asking questions. So often, whenever she would drop by, he would allow her to stay only with his patients' permission.
And the sports teams in Briar, such as the track, ice hockey, football and volleyball teams, didn't have a problem with a pretty lady watching them be patched up.
Speaking of, Garrett was too high on adrenaline to feel the flushed and freshly earned bruise on his shoulder.
She already noted the slight swelling pulsing on his flesh.
A shirtless hockey player didn’t faze Sidney, especially not Garrett.
Matlin had already used cold therapy: an ice pack and painkillers, ibuprofen that Garrett washed down and bandages that taped up his bruised limb.
Sidney cast the physiotherapist a smile as he left the room momentarily.
She stood in front of the hockey player, then glanced at her notes.
“…an acute injury, the immediate medical consequence is uninhibited localised swelling and inflammation.”
Garrett just stared blankly at her.
“In other words, just keep icing your shoulder, as you already know.”
Garrett snorted, “Thanks.”
Sidney happily nodded before her phone went off.
trinity❤️
ordering pizza tonight.
read
Her smile spread on her face.
She liked the text from her best friend before pocketing her phone.
"Trinity says we're getting pizza, so I won't be raiding your fridge tonight," She said.
"Well, it's not like that would stop you, or the guys would tell you no," Garrett murmured, then tossed the ice pack aside and plucked up his thermal as she shoved her notebook and pen into her handbag. “You’re getting better at this.”
“Thanks." Sidney nodded, "So are you. Three-game streak, could be four.”
“Will be four.”
The ambitious edge only made her tilt her head, “Not unless you ice that shoulder.”
He fake-laughed and put on his uniform.
“How many notes have you taken this time?” He nodded to her bag.
“Track, Volleyball, and football coaches let me watch. I can’t help that I’m likeable.”
“Well, the whole team knows.” He replied, smirking slightly, “Even the puck bunnies are jealous.”
Sidney groaned, muttering, “I hate that fucking name.”
“It’s above us, Watkins," he said wryly.
“Well, now I need to go to the gym. Thanks for today.” She called out when she walked toward the door, “And try not to tackle my boyfriend.”
“He can take it.”
“Yeah yeah, ice that fucking shoulder!”
a/n:
just wanted to add some more of sidney in her element. i liked writing her with garrett; they can definitely relate to each other in ways I'll highlight in my next update!
The sound of skates scratching the ice, the slice of the puck and the buzz of the board echoed around the junior who sat deep within the stands, watching the private practice.
Courtesy of Coach Jensen, she was only allowed to do so due to her silence and focus.
Plus, she was too sweet to say no to.
She raised her gaze, zooming in over her notebook to see her boyfriend.
He was sitting on the team bench, wet curls framing his charming face as he was huddled between his friends, looking her way longingly.
Sidney lightly waved when she caught his stare, then gestured for him to focus.
The boys playfully nudged him, gaining his attention again.
She had another test in a few days for her Pathophysiology class. It was what interested her the most in her foundational class: how disease and injury alter normal bodily functions—that and, of course, Neuromuscular & Musculoskeletal Rehabilitation.
The body was a funny thing, and how many sports-related conditions affect the nerves, muscles, and bones fascinated her.
The way the body could break and heal, or forever be altered, both in and out of sport, was something she knew she wanted to study even at a young age. Her dad's few but impactful injuries only pushed her closer to what she felt was her calling in life.
Bang!
Sidney physically cringed at the clash between Garrett and Birdie when they hit against the shielding.
Coach Jensen immediately sent Garrett to the team doctor, seeing that he had taken the harder tumble.
Sweat dripped from his hair as he sat on the table like a child who got put in time-out. His aggravation was evident when Sidney wandered into the medical room.
The Hawks' physiotherapist was Daniel Matlin, AKA Matlin, who was one of the best, and would hold a two-hour lecture each week for the Gross Anatomy & Biomechanics foundational class, during which Sidney would spend most of the time asking questions. So often, whenever she would drop by, he would allow her to stay only with his patients' permission.
And the sports teams in Briar, such as the track, ice hockey, football and volleyball teams, didn't have a problem with a pretty lady watching them be patched up.
Speaking of, Garrett was too high on adrenaline to feel the flushed and freshly earned bruise on his shoulder.
She already noted the slight swelling pulsing on his flesh.
A shirtless hockey player didn’t faze Sidney, especially not Garrett.
Matlin had already used cold therapy: an ice pack and painkillers, ibuprofen that Garrett washed down and bandages that taped up his bruised limb.
Sidney cast the physiotherapist a smile as he left the room momentarily.
She stood in front of the hockey player, then glanced at her notes.
“…an acute injury, the immediate medical consequence is uninhibited localised swelling and inflammation.”
Garrett just stared blankly at her.
“In other words, just keep icing your shoulder, as you already know.”
Garrett snorted, “Thanks.”
Sidney happily nodded before her phone went off.
trinity❤️
ordering pizza tonight.
read
Her smile spread on her face.
She liked the text from her best friend before pocketing her phone.
"Trinity says we're getting pizza, so I won't be raiding your fridge tonight," She said.
"Well, it's not like that would stop you, or the guys would tell you no," Garrett murmured, then tossed the ice pack aside and plucked up his thermal as she shoved her notebook and pen into her handbag. “You’re getting better at this.”
“Thanks." Sidney nodded, "So are you. Three-game streak, could be four.”
“Will be four.”
The ambitious edge only made her tilt her head, “Not unless you ice that shoulder.”
He fake-laughed and put on his uniform.
“How many notes have you taken this time?” He nodded to her bag.
“Track, Volleyball, and football coaches let me watch. I can’t help that I’m likeable.”
“Well, the whole team knows.” He replied, smirking slightly, “Even the puck bunnies are jealous.”
Sidney groaned, muttering, “I hate that fucking name.”
“It’s above us, Watkins," he said wryly.
“Well, now I need to go to the gym. Thanks for today.” She called out when she walked toward the door, “And try not to tackle my boyfriend.”
“He can take it.”
“Yeah yeah, ice that fucking shoulder!”
a/n:
just wanted to add some more of sidney in her element. i liked writing her with garrett; they can definitely relate to each other in ways I'll highlight in my next update!
Dean was briefly stunned at the sight of Sidney in their kitchen. John's jersey was drowning her; only her calves were out. Her hair, despite some flyaways, was still slicked back into a bun, with edges framing her forehead.
Her arm was buried deep in the fridge as her brows were pinched together in frustration.
It wasn't until she saw Dean, shirtless, and his sweatpants hanging off his hips, that she finally responded.
"Di Laurentis," She greeted, promptly taking steps away from the fridge when he approached.
She caught the scent of aftershave when his body made her vanish from sight. He peered between shelves with a small smirk before plucking out a drink.
"Here."
He passed her a can of passionfruit cider.
"My favourite, thanks." Her finger grazed his as she held the drink.
Dean's hands fell to his hips after shutting the fridge.
"Yeah, I remembered," He stated, eyeing her scepticism.
"How, it was such a long time ago?"
His amusement faltered, "A year isn't really that long."
"Right."
Sidney grimaced.
Dean caught the expression, and for a second, he thought about leaving the room and disappearing back into his own, hoping to distract himself from what would be happening between her and John.
It would be like torture; no, it would be torture.
So he stayed and started, "Listen, not telling Logan about us—"
"Keep your voice down," She urged, quickly looking around, worried that any of his teammates, or God forbid, her boyfriend, was lurking.
Dean's arms swiftly wrapped around his flushed chest, "He's gonna find out eventually."
"Not, unless you or Beau let it slip, and that boy knows how to keep a secret," Sidney gravely pointed out.
"Fortunately for you, so do I." His jaw clenched. "I'm not gonna be the one who ends up breaking his heart."
"Breaking his heart? It's not like I cheated." She scoffed at the notion and his narrowed eyes, "It was a fling that happened a long time ago."
"A relationship in sophomore year with one of your boyfriend's best friends."
"Well, it can remain a secret." Sidney's retort made him click his tongue. "Look, Dean, it's not like you had genuine feelings for me; you just wanted to fuck at the end of the day."
Offended, he took a step forward, "That's not what —"
"You wanted? Don't lie," She uttered, her eyes frantically darting between his, stunned to find something she wasn't expecting.
Hurt.
"I'm not. I don't just date people, you know that. It may have been hell for you, but that month with you was the only thing that got me through sophomore year."
Dean's arm fell slack to his sides, and he looked away briefly, almost surprised by his own confession. He could hear the gasp escape Sidney's lips. The same lips that would perfectly mould into his. The same lips that would expel a laugh that would make his day. But now they only muttered resentment and hurt.
Sidney whispered, "Dean..."
His gaze lifted again, reluctantly.
"Whether you believe it or not. I actually had genuine feelings for you, and I'm sorry if you thought it was just meaningless."
"Your reputation was a pretty big indicator of that," She couldn't help but mutter, spurring his irritation.
"No, y'know what? Fuck that," He whisper-yelled, making her frown. "You had known it was something, but were scared. So you ended it, blocked me on everything — thank you for that, by the way — and never spoke to me again. That's pretty shitty."
Sidney swallowed the knot forming in her throat and scratched at her forehead. She couldn't find the words to respond. So she set down her drink on the counter and rubbed her hand over the knee-length jersey she wore.
Was Dean wrong? Well, she blocked him the second the month was up, cutting him out of her life with ease that pained him so dearly. But Sidney didn't look back. She couldn't.
Her lost expression drew a softening look from Dean, despite the anger he felt.
He quietly uttered, "So, watching you play house with one of my best friends is more than messed up."
"I love him, Dean," Was all Sidney could say.
A myriad of emotions tore at his face, contorting it before he fought for control.
So Dean stood there expressionless, in front of the woman who once made his heart tremble at the sight of her.
"Yeah," He cleared his throat, gaze dipping to the floor, hoping to escape the earnest look in her eyes. "Yeah, I know you do."
She loves Logan.
Footsteps padding downstairs allowed her to finally tear her regretful stare away from the blond and plaster on a smile when her boyfriend entered the kitchen.
Confusion crossed John's face when he joined them.
"Hey, baby, everything okay?" He looked between them, "Wassup, bro?"
"Dean was just helping me with your fine selection of drinks," Sidney easily replied, smiling at John.
Dean hummed, plastering on a grin as he leaned against the fridge, "I got her the passionfruit cider."
"Oh, shit, that's her favourite."
The boyish grin on John's face made Dean stiffly nod.
"Yeah... she just told me," Dean murmured as Sidney picked up the can. "I'm gonna hit the gym."
"Later, man," John patted his shoulder when they crossed each other.
"Yeah, bye," Sidney called out, watching Dean's figure retreat upstairs.
"What a coincidence, huh?" John softly laughed, making her smile broaden. "I got your favourite movie set up. Don't keep Richard Gere waiting. It's criminal if you do."
"Well, he is somewhat of an officer in this movie, so maybe I'll let him arrest me."
John laughed as they jogged upstairs, completely unaware of the history he had walked into.
I feel a little bit bad for Dean. Like you find out your ex and your best friend are together on your birthday. Then your friend don’t even know you used to be with her??? I don’t think he’s gonna do anything to sabotage their relationship but it’s def gonna be mess if Logan finds out😬
Same!! It’s kinda messed up, especially since he had feelings for Sidney and she highkey downplays the entire thing. Logan finding out would be a problem for sure, something I’m planning! Thank you for your insight ❤️
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Dean was briefly stunned at the sight of Sidney in their kitchen. John's jersey was drowning her; only her calves were out. Her hair, despite some flyaways, was still slicked back into a bun, with edges framing her forehead.
Her arm was buried deep in the fridge as her brows were pinched together in frustration.
It wasn't until she saw Dean, shirtless, and his sweatpants hanging off his hips, that she finally responded.
"Di Laurentis," She greeted, promptly taking steps away from the fridge when he approached.
She caught the scent of aftershave when his body made her vanish from sight. He peered between shelves with a small smirk before plucking out a drink.
"Here."
He passed her a can of passionfruit cider.
"My favourite, thanks." Her finger grazed his as she held the drink.
Dean's hands fell to his hips after shutting the fridge.
"Yeah, I remembered," He stated, eyeing her scepticism.
"How, it was such a long time ago?"
His amusement faltered, "A year isn't really that long."
"Right."
Sidney grimaced.
Dean caught the expression, and for a second, he thought about leaving the room and disappearing back into his own, hoping to distract himself from what would be happening between her and John.
It would be like torture; no, it would be torture.
So he stayed and started, "Listen, not telling Logan about us—"
"Keep your voice down," She urged, quickly looking around, worried that any of his teammates, or God forbid, her boyfriend, was lurking.
Dean's arms swiftly wrapped around his flushed chest, "He's gonna find out eventually."
"Not, unless you or Beau let it slip, and that boy knows how to keep a secret," Sidney gravely pointed out.
"Fortunately for you, so do I." His jaw clenched. "I'm not gonna be the one who ends up breaking his heart."
"Breaking his heart? It's not like I cheated." She scoffed at the notion and his narrowed eyes, "It was a fling that happened a long time ago."
"A relationship in sophomore year with one of your boyfriend's best friends."
"Well, it can remain a secret." Sidney's retort made him click his tongue. "Look, Dean, it's not like you had genuine feelings for me; you just wanted to fuck at the end of the day."
Offended, he took a step forward, "That's not what —"
"You wanted? Don't lie," She uttered, her eyes frantically darting between his, stunned to find something she wasn't expecting.
Hurt.
"I'm not. I don't just date people, you know that. It may have been hell for you, but that month with you was the only thing that got me through sophomore year."
Dean's arm fell slack to his sides, and he looked away briefly, almost surprised by his own confession. He could hear the gasp escape Sidney's lips. The same lips that would perfectly mould into his. The same lips that would expel a laugh that would make his day. But now they only muttered resentment and hurt.
Sidney whispered, "Dean..."
His gaze lifted again, reluctantly.
"Whether you believe it or not. I actually had genuine feelings for you, and I'm sorry if you thought it was just meaningless."
"Your reputation was a pretty big indicator of that," She couldn't help but mutter, spurring his irritation.
"No, y'know what? Fuck that," He whisper-yelled, making her frown. "You had known it was something, but were scared. So you ended it, blocked me on everything — thank you for that, by the way — and never spoke to me again. That's pretty shitty."
Sidney swallowed the knot forming in her throat and scratched at her forehead. She couldn't find the words to respond. So she set down her drink on the counter and rubbed her hand over the knee-length jersey she wore.
Was Dean wrong? Well, she blocked him the second the month was up, cutting him out of her life with ease that pained him so dearly. But Sidney didn't look back. She couldn't.
Her lost expression drew a softening look from Dean, despite the anger he felt.
He quietly uttered, "So, watching you play house with one of my best friends is more than messed up."
"I love him, Dean," Was all Sidney could say.
A myriad of emotions tore at his face, contorting it before he fought for control.
So Dean stood there expressionless, in front of the woman who once made his heart tremble at the sight of her.
"Yeah," He cleared his throat, gaze dipping to the floor, hoping to escape the earnest look in her eyes. "Yeah, I know you do."
She loves Logan.
Footsteps padding downstairs allowed her to finally tear her regretful stare away from the blond and plaster on a smile when her boyfriend entered the kitchen.
Confusion crossed John's face when he joined them.
"Hey, baby, everything okay?" He looked between them, "Wassup, bro?"
"Dean was just helping me with your fine selection of drinks," Sidney easily replied, smiling at John.
Dean hummed, plastering on a grin as he leaned against the fridge, "I got her the passionfruit cider."
"Oh, shit, that's her favourite."
The boyish grin on John's face made Dean stiffly nod.
"Yeah... she just told me," Dean murmured as Sidney picked up the can. "I'm gonna hit the gym."
"Later, man," John patted his shoulder when they crossed each other.
"Yeah, bye," Sidney called out, watching Dean's figure retreat upstairs.
"What a coincidence, huh?" John softly laughed, making her smile broaden. "I got your favourite movie set up. Don't keep Richard Gere waiting. It's criminal if you do."
"Well, he is somewhat of an officer in this movie, so maybe I'll let him arrest me."
John laughed as they jogged upstairs, completely unaware of the history he had walked into.
Dean was briefly stunned at the sight of Sidney in their kitchen. John's jersey was drowning her; only her calves were out. Her hair, despite some flyaways, was still slicked back into a bun, with edges framing her forehead.
Her arm was buried deep in the fridge as her brows were pinched together in frustration.
It wasn't until she saw Dean, shirtless, and his sweatpants hanging off his hips, that she finally responded.
"Di Laurentis," She greeted, promptly taking steps away from the fridge when he approached.
She caught the scent of aftershave when his body made her vanish from sight. He peered between shelves with a small smirk before plucking out a drink.
"Here."
He passed her a can of passionfruit cider.
"My favourite, thanks." Her finger grazed his as she held the drink.
Dean's hands fell to his hips after shutting the fridge.
"Yeah, I remembered," He stated, eyeing her scepticism.
"How, it was such a long time ago?"
His amusement faltered, "A year isn't really that long."
"Right."
Sidney grimaced.
Dean caught the expression, and for a second, he thought about leaving the room and disappearing back into his own, hoping to distract himself from what would be happening between her and John.
It would be like torture; no, it would be torture.
So he stayed and started, "Listen, not telling Logan about us—"
"Keep your voice down," She urged, quickly looking around, worried that any of his teammates, or God forbid, her boyfriend, was lurking.
Dean's arms swiftly wrapped around his flushed chest, "He's gonna find out eventually."
"Not, unless you or Beau let it slip, and that boy knows how to keep a secret," Sidney gravely pointed out.
"Fortunately for you, so do I." His jaw clenched. "I'm not gonna be the one who ends up breaking his heart."
"Breaking his heart? It's not like I cheated." She scoffed at the notion and his narrowed eyes, "It was a fling that happened a long time ago."
"A relationship in sophomore year with one of your boyfriend's best friends."
"Well, it can remain a secret." Sidney's retort made him click his tongue. "Look, Dean, it's not like you had genuine feelings for me; you just wanted to fuck at the end of the day."
Offended, he took a step forward, "That's not what —"
"You wanted? Don't lie," She uttered, her eyes frantically darting between his, stunned to find something she wasn't expecting.
Hurt.
"I'm not. I don't just date people, you know that. It may have been hell for you, but that month with you was the only thing that got me through sophomore year."
Dean's arm fell slack to his sides, and he looked away briefly, almost surprised by his own confession. He could hear the gasp escape Sidney's lips. The same lips that would perfectly mould into his. The same lips that would expel a laugh that would make his day. But now they only muttered resentment and hurt.
Sidney whispered, "Dean..."
His gaze lifted again, reluctantly.
"Whether you believe it or not. I actually had genuine feelings for you, and I'm sorry if you thought it was just meaningless."
"Your reputation was a pretty big indicator of that," She couldn't help but mutter, spurring his irritation.
"No, y'know what? Fuck that," He whisper-yelled, making her frown. "You had known it was something, but were scared. So you ended it, blocked me on everything — thank you for that, by the way — and never spoke to me again. That's pretty shitty."
Sidney swallowed the knot forming in her throat and scratched at her forehead. She couldn't find the words to respond. So she set down her drink on the counter and rubbed her hand over the knee-length jersey she wore.
Was Dean wrong? Well, she blocked him the second the month was up, cutting him out of her life with ease that pained him so dearly. But Sidney didn't look back. She couldn't.
Her lost expression drew a softening look from Dean, despite the anger he felt.
He quietly uttered, "So, watching you play house with one of my best friends is more than messed up."
"I love him, Dean," Was all Sidney could say.
A myriad of emotions tore at his face, contorting it before he fought for control.
So Dean stood there expressionless, in front of the woman who once made his heart tremble at the sight of her.
"Yeah," He cleared his throat, gaze dipping to the floor, hoping to escape the earnest look in her eyes. "Yeah, I know you do."
She loves Logan.
Footsteps padding downstairs allowed her to finally tear her regretful stare away from the blond and plaster on a smile when her boyfriend entered the kitchen.
Confusion crossed John's face when he joined them.
"Hey, baby, everything okay?" He looked between them, "Wassup, bro?"
"Dean was just helping me with your fine selection of drinks," Sidney easily replied, smiling at John.
Dean hummed, plastering on a grin as he leaned against the fridge, "I got her the passionfruit cider."
"Oh, shit, that's her favourite."
The boyish grin on John's face made Dean stiffly nod.
"Yeah... she just told me," Dean murmured as Sidney picked up the can. "I'm gonna hit the gym."
"Later, man," John patted his shoulder when they crossed each other.
"Yeah, bye," Sidney called out, watching Dean's figure retreat upstairs.
"What a coincidence, huh?" John softly laughed, making her smile broaden. "I got your favourite movie set up. Don't keep Richard Gere waiting. It's criminal if you do."
"Well, he is somewhat of an officer in this movie, so maybe I'll let him arrest me."
John laughed as they jogged upstairs, completely unaware of the history he had walked into.
john logan x sidney watkins (oc) x ex!dean di laurentis
a kiss changes everything
(sidney’s costume. trinity’s costume.)
——
“Happy birthday!” Sidney and Trinity exclaimed the second they spotted the birthday boys.
The Maxwell Cape Cod summer house was a blissful location to get to, and once they arrived, drinks were offered by dozens of people dressed up as their favourite duo. It was messy in the best way possible. And, as best friends, sporting pirate costumes, Sidney wore a bandana around her waist-length braids, whilst Trinity happily wore a tricorn (pirate hat).
The birthday boys cheered in return by the kitchen island, surrounded by guests and drinks, dressed as Maverick and Goose from Top Gun, although Dean's overalls were stripped to his waist, baring his toned chest.
“Oh shit, you came.” Beau was the first to hug the girls, leaving the blond to stroll behind him.
“Of course.” Sidney attempted and failed at a pirate accent, “Me and my partner.”
“Arrr.” Trinity tipped her hat, hugging Dean, “Wouldn’t miss this. Midterm prep was killing me.”
Dean joked, “And you're too pretty to die.”
“And they say chivalry is dead."
"Come on, let me get you a drink," Beau suggested, offering his arm to Trinity.
She dramatically gasped before taking looping arms, leaving their friends alone.
Sidney quietly laughed, watching their figures retreat between the guests.
“Nice costume,” Dean said, liking the scar she added across her eye.
“I would say the same, but I’ve never been into Top Gear..." She said drolly, much to his amusement.
“You know it’s Top Gun, and we watched it together.”
Sidney innocently shrugged.
Dean smirked, shaking his head.
“You having a good time?” She nudged him.
He lowered his tone, “Better now.”
“Smooth Di Laurentis.” She softly scoffed, only making him chuckle. "You're an old man now, you can't be making such terrible jokes."
"And here I thought I was flirting."
Sidney simply rolled her eyes.
John swanned over, eyes gleaming with glee at the sight of his girlfriend, what she wore, how she carried herself, and especially how stunning she looked.
Dean's smirk suddenly faltered.
Sidney didn't even have to turn around when she felt arms snake around her waist.
“Don’t you look beautiful,” he murmured against her neck, placing a kiss where he knew would make her knees buckle. He spared a glance at the birthday boy, "'Sup, man, having a good time?"
Sidney leaned into his hold, "Thank you, handsome. Nice costume."
He was dressed as a bird, well, a casual one, a prairie Hawk-themed shirt with brown-tinted wings. It complemented Tucker's bee costume.
She turned in his hold, smiling, "The birds and the bees, clever."
"I only wanted to meet your expectations."
"Exceeded them."
The couple laughed, flooding Dean with more confusion.
He gestured between them, grabbing their attention.
He chuckled in disbelief, “No way... You two together?”
Wryly, John craned his head down to meet Sidney's gaze, "Girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend." She nodded in confirmation, "boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend every fucking day."
It was Dean's turn to laugh.
It was a joke.
It had to be.
A prank for his birthday.
But then his laughter died down, and a smile remained etched on his face.
Sidney's joy wavered slightly before she added, “Four months, a couple of days ago.”
"We thought it was a good call to keep it on the low, well, until a couple of days ago." John wasn't watching Dean as his gaze was glued to his girl. His hands fell from her sides before one quickly extended to her, “You wanna dance, my lady?”
“I will, good sir.” She joked, taking his hand, then timidly looked back at Dean, “Happy birthday.”
Dean slowly nodded, his face contorting into a bigger smile, yet it still didn't reach his eyes.
Tucker came over with two drinks in hand, happily holding them out to the birthday boy.
He followed his gaze when he sipped on his can, "Whoa, wait, are those two..." He laughed in disbelief, seeing Sidney grinding on John to a Rihanna song.
Only his amusement was permanent.
"Four months, apparently," Dean muttered.
Tucker shook his head, "I'm obviously more oblivious than I'd thought."
"Same."
"They look happy, good for Logan." Tucker knocked back his drink, just as Dean snatched the other out of his hand.
"I need a drink." His throat was swollen with beer. "Happy birthday to me, right?"
Sidney was lost in the song, unaware of the many eyes on her and John. Her back was flushed against his chest, ass swiping against his crotch the more she moved.
Her arm snaked around his neck as she craned her head to look into his heated gaze.
Trinity whooped from a distance, only driving more stares in their direction.
Suddenly, John spun her around, making her gasp in delight when they continued moving to the beat that she hummed.
She cupped his face, teasingly grazing her lips against his, before he pressed his to hers.
Cheers erupted in the place, startling Garrett, who turned on the staircase, making Hannah do the same, when they looked on at the happy couple who passionately made out in the centre of the room.
Hannah happily clapped, acting as if she hadn't spotted them kissing when she needed her bike chains fixed over a month ago, nor the time before, when they were cosying up to each other in Malone's a few months before that.
Garrett smiled, but something else caught his eye.
An empty, emerald-green-eyed stare belonging to the blond birthday boy.
john logan x sidney watkins (oc) x ex!dean di laurentis
a kiss changes everything
(sidney’s costume. trinity’s costume.)
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“Happy birthday!” Sidney and Trinity exclaimed the second they spotted the birthday boys.
The Maxwell Cape Cod summer house was a blissful location to get to, and once they arrived, drinks were offered by dozens of people dressed up as their favourite duo. It was messy in the best way possible. And, as best friends, sporting pirate costumes, Sidney wore a bandana around her waist-length braids, whilst Trinity happily wore a tricorn (pirate hat).
The birthday boys cheered in return by the kitchen island, surrounded by guests and drinks, dressed as Maverick and Goose from Top Gun, although Dean's overalls were stripped to his waist, baring his toned chest.
“Oh shit, you came.” Beau was the first to hug the girls, leaving the blond to stroll behind him.
“Of course.” Sidney attempted and failed at a pirate accent, “Me and my partner.”
“Arrr.” Trinity tipped her hat, hugging Dean, “Wouldn’t miss this. Midterm prep was killing me.”
Dean joked, “And you're too pretty to die.”
“And they say chivalry is dead."
"Come on, let me get you a drink," Beau suggested, offering his arm to Trinity.
She dramatically gasped before taking looping arms, leaving their friends alone.
Sidney quietly laughed, watching their figures retreat between the guests.
“Nice costume,” Dean said, liking the scar she added across her eye.
“I would say the same, but I’ve never been into Top Gear..." She said drolly, much to his amusement.
“You know it’s Top Gun, and we watched it together.”
Sidney innocently shrugged.
Dean smirked, shaking his head.
“You having a good time?” She nudged him.
He lowered his tone, “Better now.”
“Smooth Di Laurentis.” She softly scoffed, only making him chuckle. "You're an old man now, you can't be making such terrible jokes."
"And here I thought I was flirting."
Sidney simply rolled her eyes.
John swanned over, eyes gleaming with glee at the sight of his girlfriend, what she wore, how she carried herself, and especially how stunning she looked.
Dean's smirk suddenly faltered.
Sidney didn't even have to turn around when she felt arms snake around her waist.
“Don’t you look beautiful,” he murmured against her neck, placing a kiss where he knew would make her knees buckle. He spared a glance at the birthday boy, "'Sup, man, having a good time?"
Sidney leaned into his hold, "Thank you, handsome. Nice costume."
He was dressed as a bird, well, a casual one, a prairie Hawk-themed shirt with brown-tinted wings. It complemented Tucker's bee costume.
She turned in his hold, smiling, "The birds and the bees, clever."
"I only wanted to meet your expectations."
"Exceeded them."
The couple laughed, flooding Dean with more confusion.
He gestured between them, grabbing their attention.
He chuckled in disbelief, “No way... You two together?”
Wryly, John craned his head down to meet Sidney's gaze, "Girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend." She nodded in confirmation, "boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend every fucking day."
It was Dean's turn to laugh.
It was a joke.
It had to be.
A prank for his birthday.
But then his laughter died down, and a smile remained etched on his face.
Sidney's joy wavered slightly before she added, “Four months, a couple of days ago.”
"We thought it was a good call to keep it on the low, well, until a couple of days ago." John wasn't watching Dean as his gaze was glued to his girl. His hands fell from her sides before one quickly extended to her, “You wanna dance, my lady?”
“I will, good sir.” She joked, taking his hand, then timidly looked back at Dean, “Happy birthday.”
Dean slowly nodded, his face contorting into a bigger smile, yet it still didn't reach his eyes.
Tucker came over with two drinks in hand, happily holding them out to the birthday boy.
He followed his gaze when he sipped on his can, "Whoa, wait, are those two..." He laughed in disbelief, seeing Sidney grinding on John to a Rihanna song.
Only his amusement was permanent.
"Four months, apparently," Dean muttered.
Tucker shook his head, "I'm obviously more oblivious than I'd thought."
"Same."
"They look happy, good for Logan." Tucker knocked back his drink, just as Dean snatched the other out of his hand.
"I need a drink." His throat was swollen with beer. "Happy birthday to me, right?"
Sidney was lost in the song, unaware of the many eyes on her and John. Her back was flushed against his chest, ass swiping against his crotch the more she moved.
Her arm snaked around his neck as she craned her head to look into his heated gaze.
Trinity whooped from a distance, only driving more stares in their direction.
Suddenly, John spun her around, making her gasp in delight when they continued moving to the beat that she hummed.
Jules was the first to pull out her phone, watching as Sidney cupped their brother’s face, teasingly grazing her lips against his, before John pressed his to Sidney’s.
Cheers erupted in the place, startling Garrett, who turned on the staircase, making Hannah do the same, when they looked on at the happy couple who passionately made out in the centre of the room.
Hannah happily clapped, acting as if she hadn't spotted them kissing when she needed her bike chains fixed over a month ago, nor the time before, when they were cosying up to each other in Malone's a few months before that.
Garrett smiled, but something else caught his eye.
An empty, emerald-green-eyed stare belonging to the blond birthday boy.
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“Trinity will only be gone for another thirty minutes, or an hour tops. Don’t you have training to get to?”
“I do, but uh, just imagine this is my warm-up," John chuckled, lying between her pillows and steadying her on his lap.
“Shut up,” Sidney laughed.
They were tucked away in her room, embraced by the sweet sounds of SZA. All John sported was his long-sleeved thermal and matching pants, whilst she was comfortably in her jogging bottoms and a skin-tight vest.
The view for John was captivating to say the least.
His hands trailed up her thighs before she playfully patted his chest, “No sex.”
He shrugged, still smiling, “I have no complaints.”
“All types of sex.”
She smirked when his expression faltered.
“…wait what?”
“Just kissing, I don’t need you to overexert yourself before practice. Garrett will be on your ass —“
“I’ll rather be on yours… Oh, wow, that sounded better in my head.”
“I bet it did, Casanova.” She snorted, leaning down to prop herself up on his chest, looking into over flushed face. “Just go easy, okay? I’ve been getting headaches.”
John's brows pinched together as his voice softened, “You have? I thought it was just that random one last week.”
“And every day after that." She mumbled, gaze lowering onto the thin chain he wore, before she started playing with it, trying to avoid his worried eyes. "I think it’s the coffee mixed with the energy drinks and my medication.”
He absentmindedly stroked her sides, “But stopping the pill could worsen your endometriosis, right?”
He remembered when he had to rush her to the emergency room; he had never felt more anxious in his life. Sure, he had cared for his alcoholic mother and helped her manage their family garage, all whilst maintaining his scholarship. That was stress and dread rolled into one, but seeing his love tremble, cry, and even throw up from pain, rendered him more useless than he ever thought he could be.
He knew that even with her diagnosis, it may change, and the combined pill could stop being the remedy, but now, all he could do was silently monitor symptoms and hope that she would never be in agony again.
“Exactly,” Sidney hummed, before he gently grabbed her hands, stopping her fidgeting and gaining her attention.
“So you lay off the coffee, Sid. I’m serious.”
She sighed, sitting up, “But —“
He didn't leave room for argument when he rose onto his hands, staring at her deeply when she began to pout.
“No, you need to stop with these late nights, and I know that’s saying a lot coming from me, but I don’t want you burning yourself out.”
Her face scrunched up in frustration, “But how will we keep this up? Between your schedule and mine? We’re running ourselves thin.”
“Then we stop.”
His response made her tense.
“What? Us?”
John panicked, instantly shaking his head at the shock on her face.
“No, God no. Like, not at all. Fucking hell. I meant we stop sneaking around.”
Some of the tension in Sidney's shoulders eased as she sighed in relief.
“So, we go public?” She realised as he rapidly nodded, though cautious of her answer.
“…yes?”
She squinted, “You asking or telling me?”
John straightened up and gently grabbed her hands again, “Look, Sid, I don’t want to keep you a secret. I don’t wanna keep us a secret. It’s killing me. I want to show you off." There was a desperate edge to his tone. "I want people to know we’re together. And for the love of God, I despise the fact that people think you’re single, that they talk about you, when you’re helping with check-ups or just watching practices or games. It makes me sick.”
A smile tugged on her lips.
She interlinked their fingers, then quirked a brow, “It makes you sick?”
“Bedridden.”
“Damn that bad?”
He hummed, seemingly upset at the thought, “That bad.”
“Wow, so in medical terms, secrecy is affecting our physical and mental health. And it’ll only worsen if we carry on the way we have.”
“Stop… you know it turns me on when you get all sports therapist on me.”
“Shut up,” She quietly laughed.
He did too, before his determination returned, “I’m serious, no more sneaking around.”
She pondered for a moment, mainly to make him sweat as well as to weigh out the options.
“Okay. But we’re gonna need to brace ourselves, your teammates, friends, your coach, who likes me now, but what if you have a bad performance.”
“Nice vote of confidence, beautiful,” he said sardonically.
“I said if. And there’s Trinity —“
Suddenly, her door swung open and promptly, Sidney hopped off John's lap and shoved him to the floor.
Thud!
"Shit," John muttered, then awkwardly waved at the woman in question.
Sidney huffed, “Shit, Trin, don’t you knock?”
Trinity scanned the room, then pointed between them, “This still going on?”
She wasn't even being mean; she was genuinely shocked.
“Hello to you, too, Trinity.” John adjusted his impromptu seat on the floor.
“John.” Trinity flashed him a smile, then continued to look between them, “I bought our usual… You staying ice-man?”
“He has practice soon," Sidney spoke up.
John countered, “I can stay for a little longer.”
"Really?" Sidney turned to him in surprise.
They had been keeping to themselves, always ready to evade an area, fearful of being caught in it, whether it was in a restaurant or a dormitory.
"Really," John nodded, grinning like an idiot.
“I would love that." Sidney giggled, "But as soon as it hits four, you’re leaving.”
“Whatever my lady says,” He took her extended hand and got off the floor.
"He's so corny, oh my God," Trinity muttered when she left the room.
"Girl, shut up, leave my man alone!" She rolled her eyes, then noted the joy on his face, "Come on, baby."
"Alright."
He would let her take him anywhere as long as she remained by his side.
a/n:
alyah chanelle scott as trinity chase
thoughts???
oh, and I may be going through my own endo journey so I decided to add that to the character.
“Trinity will only be gone for another thirty minutes, or an hour tops. Don’t you have training to get to?”
“I do, but uh, just imagine this is my warm-up," John chuckled, lying between her pillows and steadying her on his lap.
“Shut up,” Sidney laughed.
They were tucked away in her room, embraced by the sweet sounds of SZA. All John sported was his long-sleeved thermal and matching pants, whilst she was comfortably in her jogging bottoms and a skin-tight vest.
The view for John was captivating to say the least.
His hands trailed up her thighs before she playfully patted his chest, “No sex.”
He shrugged, still smiling, “I have no complaints.”
“All types of sex.”
She smirked when his expression faltered.
“…wait what?”
“Just kissing, I don’t need you to overexert yourself before practice. Garrett will be on your ass —“
“I’ll rather be on yours… Oh, wow, that sounded better in my head.”
“I bet it did, Casanova.” She snorted, leaning down to prop herself up on his chest, looking into over flushed face. “Just go easy, okay? I’ve been getting headaches.”
John's brows pinched together as his voice softened, “You have? I thought it was just that random one last week.”
“And every day after that." She mumbled, gaze lowering onto the thin chain he wore, before she started playing with it, trying to avoid his worried eyes. "I think it’s the coffee mixed with the energy drinks and my medication.”
He absentmindedly stroked her sides, “But stopping the pill could worsen your endometriosis, right?”
He remembered when he had to rush her to the emergency room; he had never felt more anxious in his life. Sure, he had cared for his alcoholic mother and helped her manage their family garage, all whilst maintaining his scholarship. That was stress and dread rolled into one, but seeing his love tremble, cry, and even throw up from pain, rendered him more useless than he ever thought he could be.
He knew that even with her diagnosis, it may change, and the combined pill could stop being the remedy, but now, all he could do was silently monitor symptoms and hope that she would never be in agony again.
“Exactly,” Sidney hummed, before he gently grabbed her hands, stopping her fidgeting and gaining her attention.
“So you lay off the coffee, Sid. I’m serious.”
She sighed, sitting up, “But —“
He didn't leave room for argument when he rose onto his hands, staring at her deeply when she began to pout.
“No, you need to stop with these late nights, and I know that’s saying a lot coming from me, but I don’t want you burning yourself out.”
Her face scrunched up in frustration, “But how will we keep this up? Between your schedule and mine? We’re running ourselves thin.”
“Then we stop.”
His response made her tense.
“What? Us?”
John panicked, instantly shaking his head at the shock on her face.
“No, God no. Like, not at all. Fucking hell. I meant we stop sneaking around.”
Some of the tension in Sidney's shoulders eased as she sighed in relief.
“So, we go public?” She realised as he rapidly nodded, though cautious of her answer.
“…yes?”
She squinted, “You asking or telling me?”
John straightened up and gently grabbed her hands again, “Look, Sid, I don’t want to keep you a secret. I don’t wanna keep us a secret. It’s killing me. I want to show you off." There was a desperate edge to his tone. "I want people to know we’re together. And for the love of God, I despise the fact that people think you’re single, that they talk about you, when you’re helping with check-ups or just watching practices or games. It makes me sick.”
A smile tugged on her lips.
She interlinked their fingers, then quirked a brow, “It makes you sick?”
“Bedridden.”
“Damn that bad?”
He hummed, seemingly upset at the thought, “That bad.”
“Wow, so in medical terms, secrecy is affecting our physical and mental health. And it’ll only worsen if we carry on the way we have.”
“Stop… you know it turns me on when you get all sports therapist on me.”
“Shut up,” She quietly laughed.
He did too, before his determination returned, “I’m serious, no more sneaking around.”
She pondered for a moment, mainly to make him sweat as well as to weigh out the options.
“Okay. But we’re gonna need to brace ourselves, your teammates, friends, your coach, who likes me now, but what if you have a bad performance.”
“Nice vote of confidence, beautiful,” he said sardonically.
“I said if. And there’s Trinity —“
Suddenly, her door swung open and promptly, Sidney hopped off John's lap and shoved him to the floor.
Thud!
"Shit," John muttered, then awkwardly waved at the woman in question.
Sidney huffed, “Shit, Trin, don’t you knock?”
Trinity scanned the room, then pointed between them, “This still going on?”
She wasn't even being mean; she was genuinely shocked.
“Hello to you, too, Trinity.” John adjusted his impromptu seat on the floor.
“John.” Trinity flashed him a smile, then continued to look between them, “I bought our usual… You staying ice-man?”
“He has practice soon," Sidney spoke up.
John countered, “I can stay for a little longer.”
"Really?" Sidney turned to him in surprise.
They had been keeping to themselves, always ready to evade an area, fearful of being caught in it, whether it was in a restaurant or a dormitory.
"Really," John nodded, grinning like an idiot.
“I would love that." Sidney giggled, "But as soon as it hits four, you’re leaving.”
“Whatever my lady says,” He took her extended hand and got off the floor.
"He's so corny, oh my God," Trinity muttered when she left the room.
"Girl, shut up, leave my man alone!" She rolled her eyes, then noted the joy on his face, "Come on, baby."
"Alright."
He would let her take him anywhere as long as she remained by his side.
a/n:
alyah chanelle scott as trinity chase
thoughts???
oh, and I may be going through my own endo journey so I decided to add that to the character.
Omgggg I’ve deadass been binge reading ur posts with Brian and Carson and I’m SO INLOVE with both of them. Just wanted to lyk you literally changed my life with them 🫶🫶🫶 love u bb, ur amazing.
Thank you so much!!! I lowkey miss writing them and especially Carson, lowkey one of my favourite OCs to write❤️❤️
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I feel like your entire blog is just shitting on readers.
My take: if you were really writing for fun, you wouldn't publish it and abandon it. You can't get mad at readers for not supporting that.
I shit on rude and entitled readers who are shitting on writers, which sounds a lot like you.
your take is shit by the way, because writers can absolutely write first and foremost for fun and for themselves while still posting their works online. and by your logic, it’s writers’ fault if shitty readers are rude and/or harassing them. it’s honesty giving “if you don’t want to get catcalled in public, don’t dress like that in public” and “if you don’t want strangers to criticize the way you dress in public, don’t leave your house — if you leave your house, people are allowed to criticize and catcall you and it’s your fault” it’s victim blaming at its finest and it’s absolutely disgusting.
my other take: if you truly believe your take is right, say it off anon. don’t hide like a pathetic little chihuahua who wants to bark but don’t know how to actually bite lmao
where sidney’s car isn’t the only thing in trouble
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Sidney was in trouble.
Well, if you define being horny as trouble.
She was leaning against a random table in her boyfriend's garage in the evening. The sun was winding down, glistening across any price of silver it could find.
But that’s not what made her hot, oh, no. That would be her boyfriend.
Logan was shirtless, bent over the hood of her car, brows furrowed, hair partly concealed with a bandana and a dirty rag tucked into the waist band of his jeans.
“You know it’s a turn on you seeing you work on my car?” Sidney’s eyes trailed over her
“The car that you bought a week ago? Baby, there’s nothing wrong with it.” He said, gently pulled down the car's hood, and placed his wrench behind him. “It’s a Volkswagen with a mild hybrid engine, powered by 1.5 eTSI, excellent fuel efficiency, which can easily achieve over 45 MPG or longer.” He chuckled at the dazed look on her face. “It’s more than a good car.”
She huffed, throwing up her hands, “Fine, maybe I just wanted to see you all hot and sweaty.”
Logan's face lit up, and in seconds, he was in front of her, “You didn’t have to bring your car into the garage for that.”
Sidney pouted, eyes darting between his glistening chest and his boyish smile.
“If we don’t wanna keep almost getting caught by Garrett in the early hours of the morning, yes, yes I do,” she muttered.
“C’mere.” His hands already latched to he hips, she lightly gasped when their bodies slammed against each other. "Already feels so much better, right?" He hummed at the slow nod she gave him. “If you wanted to hook up, you could’ve just asked. I would never deny you my services.”
“But you wouldn’t get to work on my car," She jutted her chin toward the car. "Nor would I get to hear all that mechanic speak."
“There’s nothing that needs to be done, Sid, and you can listen to me talk about cars whenever you want,” He said, promisingly.
Sidney's brow arched, “But it’s a nice car, huh?”
“It is.”
“It’s got heated seats,” her tone dipped into something more suggestive, spurring him on.
A smirk tugged at his lips, “I noticed.”
“A blacked-out window. Oh, and it’s very sturdy.”
“Well, as your mechanic, I’ll need to check the last one. Just to be sure.”
