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john logan x introverted fem!reader

warnings: mentions of birdie x reader, swearing, angst, drinking, reader getting drunk, reader feeling invisible, reader not fitting in, reader having self doubt and self confidence issues

a/n: dean is reader’s extroverted friend, the reader is inspired by taylor in the delicate mv and the whole fic is inspired by the song loved you first by one direction, this is longer than my usual fics, hope you like it!

You were the kind of person who always felt invisible since your childhood. In school you were always the backup friend, the one passing over from friend groups, the one who no one really cared leaving behind cause you’d always smile and understand their perspective. It was the same with guys, they talked to you because of your friends or any other kind of help. You’d never wanted to be popular so were fine keeping by yourself, if anything you were kind of glad not catching any attention.

You thought that would be the same when you got into Briar U and it was, until you filled the position of the hockey team’s media manager. For the first few weeks, it was fine, the guys were friendly and charming, but most importantly, they were chivalrous and gentlemanly. They knew how to make a girl keep safe and keep boundaries and you were beyond grateful for that.

After a few weeks, Dean had decided to officially adopt you and as your extroverted friend he took care of your social life. That’s how you were integrated into the royalty of Briar U, otherwise known as the most elite players of the Briar Hawks and their girlfriends. And that was the reason you were with the six of them during karaoke night at Malone’s.

‘Right. So don’t kill me for this, but you’re up after two songs. Drink up!’, Hannah blabbed coming next to you. You choked on your drink, ‘What?!’

‘It was Dean and Allie’s idea!’, she put her hand in surrender. ‘Come on, we’ve heard you sing in the shower, you’re good! You’re way better than me.’, Allie begged. ‘That’s kind of a low bar.’, Dean joked, getting smacked simultaneously from the three girls. ‘I hate the three of you and I’m not gonna do it.’, you decided. ‘Oh come on, please! It’ll be fun. We’ll get you drunk and build up your confidence as well.’, Dean reasoned.

‘Your idea of fun is extremely uncomfortable for me Dean’, I say, just as Garret, Tucker and Logan join us in. ‘I second that.’, Garret chimes in, wrapping his hand around Hannah’s shoulder. ‘Who’s he bothering now?’, Logan asks.

‘I’m not bothering anyone, Logan. I’m just convincing our little introverted singer to showcase her talents.’, Dean explained, smirking. ‘You sing?’, Tucker asked, surprised. ‘Not publicly.’, you replied.

‘Oh come on, we’ve got to hear you now! I’m sure you’ll be great.’, Logan grinned, as all of them started convincing you.

‘Okay fine. But I’ll need lots of alcohol and you guys are paying.’, you reluctantly agreed, turning to the only solution you knew of getting you up on that stage.

That’s how you ended up on that stage, getting ready to sing your favourite song that Allie and Hannah signed you up for, with the six of them cheering you on wildly.

You started softly, hesitant and nervous but soon, you got the hang of it and the alcohol in your system help you let loose. Few other strangers also joined in on your friends cheering you on, giving you more confidence.

When you got down from the stage, Hannah, Allie and Dean rushed to hug you. ‘That was fucking crazy!’, Dean beamed. ‘Knew you had it in you.’, Allie winked at Hannah and you. ‘That was great, you’re really good.’, Logan smiled at you. ‘Thanks.’, you smiled at them, as Dean got the celebratory shots ready.

Before you knew it, you were drunk, laughing at everything, words flowing freely and a bit slurred from your mouth and the responsibility to get you home settled on Logan.

He rested his hand on the small of your back, leading you out to his car, and getting you in the passenger seat before walking around and getting in. He started driving as you started rambling about random facts and anything that came to your mind really, making him chuckle and hum in response. ‘Anyone told you you’re a great listener?’, you say looking at him sideways from your seat.

He looked over from his seat, his big brown puppy eyes looking at you making you feel special, with that soft smile of his. ‘Don’t look at me with those eyes Logan.’, you slurred, laughing and looking at the road ahead. ‘What eyes?’, he asked, raising a brow and smirking. ‘You know what eyes, that no one has been able to say no to, that makes even people like me feel seen.’, you blurt out. Logan laughs, he loved this free and unfiltered version of yours. ‘People like you?’, he asked, his smirk widening. ‘Yeah, people who feel invisible like they’re not really a part of the world around them.’, you admit, eyes fixated on the road. ‘You’re not invisible.’, he breathes out, soft, under his breath and you look at him, his gaze fixed on the road now.

Soon he parked the car in front of your apartment, helping yoo get out and inside your house. You gasped dramatically as he helped you up the stairs to your room. ‘What? Are you okay?’, he asked, eyes instantly roaming around your figure to see if you got hurt or something. ‘I just realised you’re John Logan.’, you say looking up at him. He laughs, that deep hypnotic laughter, ‘You’re realising that just now? We’ve known each other for months now. Way to hurt a guy who’s helping you.’ ‘No, like your name is John Logan! Your nickname should be JLo! How cool is that!’, you beamed up at him, his laughter doubling as he sat you down on your bed. He kneeled between your legs, removing your heels. ‘You’re real smart. That’s the first time anyone has made that realisation.’, he said, smirking up at you. You hummed in acknowledgment, a proud smile making its way to your face as he went to your bathroom. He helped you remove your makeup and put an oversized tshirt next to you on your bed, before leaving and going back to the hockey house.

The next morning, you woke up groaning, your head thrumming against your skull. You turned to see water and an Advil kept on your nightstand with a note that read: ‘In case you need it- JLo’

You groaned, sinking further into your sheets as bits and pieces of your memory came back from last night, the karaoke, the drive, all the shit you blurted out in front of Logan.

As you wished to sink in your bed and never leave, the front door opened and Hannah and Dean walked up to your room. ‘Good morning!’, Dean chirped, laying down beside you. ‘You look horrible, you were pretty wasted last night.’, Hannah said, settling down coffee and pastries next to you. ‘I’m never doing anything you say to me ever again.’, you mumbled at Dean, which just made him laugh.

‘Anyways, how was the car ride with Logan? Did something happen?’, Dean asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. ‘What do you mean? Why do you ask that like we’re in a shitty reality tv show?’, I asked, clearly confused. ‘Dean and Allie are convinced Logan has a crush on you.’, Hannah clarified, ‘They’ve been trying to convince me all morning.’ ‘What?! You’re insane. Nothing happened and Logan doesn’t like me like that.’, you say, sipping your coffee. ‘You say so, but I know my boy. Don’t say I didn’t tell you earlier.’, Dean said, stealing your breakfast. ‘You’re wrong. He’s John Logan, he’s a Briar Hawk, he’s popular why would you even think that?’, I say. ‘Just trusting my gut and my eyes.’, Dean raised his hands in mock surrender.

‘Anyways, tell her about the party.’, Hannah interrupted, much to your pleasing. ‘What party? I’m still hungover I’m not going anywhere.’, you groan. ‘Not tonight, but this weekend, Beau and my birthday. You can’t say no. Allie and Hannah will help you dress up cause it’s themed, and maybe then you’ll realise what I’m talking about.’, Dean explained getting up, not waiting for your answer, he continued, ‘Right I’ve got practice and Wellsy has to rehearse. Feel better, see you!’

You stay in your bed for a few hours, spiralling about Dean’s words, eventually kind of avoiding Logan subconsciously, your drunken self’s conversations only adding to your decision.

A few days later, you were near Hannah and Allie in the stands, cheering for the boys on the ice. The Briar Hawks had an important away game, and you, as their media manager were behind the camera, recording clips and clicking pictures. The tying goal was scored by Birdie, another popular Hawk, who then celebrated the goal right in front of you, winking at the camera. A few minutes later, the winning goal was scored by Logan, who did his archer celebration right in front of you, getting the perfect shot for the official Hawks page, before the team crowded him.

As you were packing up your equipment, Birdie came around the railing, ‘Hey.’, he smiled at you. ‘Hey! Congratulations on the win.’, you smiled back. ‘Thankyou, you’re coming to the party tonight, aren’t you? For celebrating the win?’, he asked, leaning down on the railing. ‘I don’t know, I’m not sure’, you say, considering that tomorrow you had to go shopping for Dean and Beau’s party as well and complete a few assignments plus edit the videos and pictures you took tonight.

‘Oh come on, it won’t be the same without you there. Come for a little while at least.’, he said, a small smirk on his lips. ‘Okay, I’ll try, I don’t think my friends would let me stay at home either way.’, you chuckled as his smirk widened. ‘Good, see you there.’, he winked again, but this time at you, without any cameras before going to the locker room.

Hannah, Allie and you congratulated the boys before leaving to get changed for the party. Dean and Garret picked up the three of you and drove you guys to the party, Logan and Tucker already there.

After spending a fair share of time with your usual group, Birdie found you, ‘I’m glad to see you here.’ You guys talked for hours, him getting you drinks and flirting with you, even admitting that his celebration and wink on the field was in front of you on purpose and not just because of the cameras, which made a strange feeling erupt in your heart. You were definitely not the type of a hockey player, much less used to being hit on by them. A few moments later you caught Logan sneaking off upstairs with a blonde, ‘Dean’s an idiot.’, you thought but a weird pit started growing in your stomach. Blaming the feeling on alcohol, you decided not to drink anymore.

Since then, Birdie and you had gotten closer, you started texting and going on dates, surprisingly, he knew a lot about you, like he had paid attention to you, which only made you fall for him more. He knew what flowers you liked, he knew what coffee to get you, he knew what kind of food did you like and which drink was your go to. For the first time in your life, you didn’t feel like you were invisible, you felt seen.

That was majorly the reason you liked and enjoyed being with Birdie, prior to this, you didn’t really have any kind of romantic feelings for him. He was just a hockey player who was a friendly acquaintance.

You decided to go to Dean and Beau’s birthday with Allie since Dean and Beau were doing a duo costume. The two of you decided on being the sun and moon. You dressed as the moon in a metallic silver corset paired with a skirt and high heels.

‘You look gorgeous.’, Logan said to you, the moment he saw you making a warmth creep up your skin. ‘Thankyou, you look pretty good as well.’, you smiled at him. He led you to the kitchen, Dean and Beau joining the two of you, Dean shooting you a knowing smirk. ‘Fancy seeing the two of you here. Come on it’s time for shots!’, he smirked as he dragged you out. Within the first hour of the party, you had had enough to drink, thanks to Dean. You excused yourself from talking to Birdie, as you went out on the balcony to get some fresh air.

‘Hey, you good?’, Logan asked, stepping near you. ‘Yeah, just needed some air.’, you smiled at him.

He nodded as he moved closer to you, a beer in his hand. You could see that the alcohol was taking its toll on him too, he was freer, more vulnerable and unguarded.

‘So, are you going to start giving me nicknames again or you aren’t drunk enough for that yet?’, he smirked, making you groan. ‘Oh my god, I wished you would’ve forgotten about that!’, you protested. ‘Believe me, I can never forget you calling me JLo and acting like it’s the discovery of the year.’, his smirk widened as his eyes met yours. ‘It was creative!’, you urged. ‘Definitely.’, he chuckled, ‘Here, have this. You’re hungry after you drink.’ He handed you an appetiser, as you looked at him slightly wide eyed. ‘How do you know I get hungry after I drink?’, you asked, taking a bite. ‘I observe.’, he shrugged.

‘How’s it going with Birdie?’, he asked, taking a swig of his beer. ‘It’s going good. He’s really great, makes me feel seen which is a first.’, you smiled at the night sky. ‘What do you mean?’, Logan asked furrowing his brows, his brown eyes fixated on your profile.

‘He just knows me, I don’t really have to say anything to him.’, you explained. He scoffed in return, chugging down his beer. His reaction made you confused as you looked at him, ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ ‘Nothing.’, he said dismissively, looking away, his jaw clenching slightly. ‘No tell me. It doesn’t look like nothing.’, you requested.

He looks away at the sky as you turned fully to face him. ‘Logan please, if there’s something I don’t know please just tell me.’, you said, voice pleading. ‘It’s nothing. I shouldn’t have said that. Forget it.’, he says, moving back towards the party. You stop him, grabbing his wrist. ‘Why won’t you tell me? It’s very clear that you meant something by that. Besides, I don’t know how any of it is your business.’, you said, getting annoyed and frustrated, your emotions getting manipulated by the intoxication.

Those words got to him. He turned around, his eyes angry before they landed on you and softened. ‘None of my business? You think he knows you? You think he sees you?’, he said, his voice soft but strained, his eyes searching yours. ‘You wanna know the truth? He doesn’t know shit about you. Everything he knows, I’ve told him. I’m the one who’s been helping him get you. He doesn’t see you, I do!’, he blurts out, his eyes pleading and brows furrowing. You feel the pit in your stomach again, your mind not agreeing to process his words. The shock is evident on your face as Logan continues. ‘I saw you the day you sat in the class in your blue jeans and white tshirt. The day you became the media manager for the Hawks, the day Dean bought you over for the first time, all the days we spent together. The night of the karaoke, I saw how nervous you were but when you got the hang of it, you were amazing. That night when you said you felt invisible, I told you, you were never invisible to me but you forgot about that.’, he says, his breathing getting heavier and so does the look in his eyes, as faint memories start coming back into your mind. He sighs before continuing, ‘At the game, I was coming to ask you out but Birdie beat me to it. I was so mad at myself that night and you seemed so happy with him at the party.’

His confession hit you as you gasped slowly, you parted your lips but no words came out, your emotions and thoughts racing and overlapping. ‘You think he sees you? No he doesn’t, not like I do. I know you decided to be the moon cause you love astronomy and you feel like moon, the one who’s invisible until someone else shines their light on them. But you’re not! You’re not invisible, never to me. I told him everything, your coffee order, your favourite flowers, the food and drinks you like, the places around campus you like, I just wanted to be a good friend to the both of you.’, he admitted. He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky exhale as he opened them again, his puppy dog eyes entering the conversation as his brown eyes searched yours. ‘I shouldn’t have told you this, not now, not like this it’s not fair. But I couldn’t help it. I was here first and now that I see your hearts been taken and I hate it.’, he breathed out, his brows furrowing further as his hand found yours, ‘It should’ve been me, all this time. It tears me apart when I see you with him, nothings worse than that. I waited all this time, had all these chances and came so close, but never went through with it. It could’ve been me, should’ve been me.’

rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: rafe cheats on reader, reader and rafe are kinda toxic, rafe is impulsive, reader destroys stuff, swearing, rafe begging, brief mentions of sex and murder (sarcastically mostly)

a/n: this is heavily inspired by blank space, better than revenge and imgonnagetyouback by taylor swift and the characters could be a bit out of character, sorry for that, but I hope you like it!

Rafe had texted you that a meeting was holding him late in the office, again. You sighed as you changed into a slip dress, putting on a movie. Rafe and you had been together for a couple of years now, you’d move in within a few months of your relationship. You knew all about his past, you were a friend of his sister before being his girlfriend, you knew all the things the Pogues had to say about him, all the things Sarah said to scare you away and beg you to not fall for him. But you did, you helped him, ‘created a better man out of him’ he’d say. Halfway through your movie, your phone pinged. You opened the text from Sarah, your eyes widening, the movie long forgotten.

‘I’m sorry but you had to know.’ Along with the text, a picture of Rafe Cameron, your boyfriend, making out with another girl, a bartender from the country club, you recognised. Emotions coursed through you at high speed, confusion, denial, betrayal, sorrow and lastly fury. Your eyes burned with rage the longer you looked at the picture.

You clenched your jaw so hard that it hurt, you looked around the room, the room which belonged to Rafe and you. All the memories, everything you’d done for him, all the nights he’d loved you, made you feel special, made you feel loved came back to you, only adding fuel your in your burning rage. You laughed dark and hollow, at how naive you’d been, everyone had warned you, everyone had told you exercise caution around Rafe, to not trust him, but your stupid fucking head was blinded by your heart and feelings. Thinking back at how over the last few weeks things had been a little off, you guys had been arguing, going through a rough patch.

You out of the bed, destroying everything that had him on it. The vase on your nightstand shattered, the pictures and frames came next, the TV on which you were watching the film also shattered, you moved on to his clothes next, the fancy designers and labels being ripped apart my your nails, the ones that wouldn’t bulge under you were dumped in the fireplace. You moved through his house, leaving the destruction behind as you went. His house represented the state of your relationship by the time you were done, broken, shattered and a fucking mess. You looked around, dropping to your knees, the tears spilling free, as you cried your heart out, clutching your chest.

You heard his car before you saw the flashlights, the anger making its way back into your body. You didn’t want to face him, not yet, you wanted him to be left in the dark, just like you were, so you hid in the bathroom.

Rafe’s eyes widened panic hitting his chest as soon as he opened the door, he called out your name, rushing upstairs, trying to find you. When he reached the bedroom and didn’t find you, he checked the balcony. He found you, standing in the driveway, his golf club on shoulder as you glared up at him, the anger in your eyes visible to him even in the dead of the night.

You looked him dead in the eye as you swung right on his windshield, the glass shattering around you. ‘What the fuck!’, he yelled, seeing you repeatedly beat and smash his car right in front his eyes. He hurried downstairs, almost falling as he walked up to you.

‘What the fuck are you doing? Baby what the hell happened?’, he yelled, getting closer. ‘What the fuck do you think I am? Huh?’, you yell out, throwing the club on the ground, ‘Am I fucking joke to you? Or just a way to get your dick wet when she isn’t around?’

You could see the moment the realisation hit his eyes, ‘Guess I wasn’t as stupid as you fucking thought.’, you say, chest heaving, heat radiating off your body. ‘Fuck baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it, she didn’t mean anything I swear-‘, he started rambling nervously, but your laughter cut him off, the same one from earlier, dark and hollow.

‘Is that what you said to her about me? Did you think about me when you fucked her? Or did you think about her when you fucked me?’, you spat in his face, your hands on his cheeks, clawing at his skin. ‘Don’t- don’t say that, I lost my way, I swear she was a mistake, please, just let me explain.’, he begged, his eyes watery. ‘How long, Rafe?’, you asked, letting go of him, shoving his chest as he stumbled back. You ran a hand through your hair, breathing heavily as he rambled on apologies and explanations. ‘Shut the fuck up with your hollow apologies and answer me, how long?’, you yell out. ‘Just once, I promise.’, he breathes out slowly, looking away from you, tears falling down his face. You breathe out, stepping back, the pit in your stomach widening. He lunged forward, dropping to his knees in front of you, holding your waist with a bruising grip, he pressed soft kisses on your stomach, ‘I’m sorry baby, I swear I didn’t mean to, she was a mistake baby, you’re my everything, you’re the only one for me baby, please.’

You leaned down, grabbing his chin and forcing him up to look at you, ‘After everything I did for you? After every shit I tolerated? Was she worth it? Did she feel good? Did she fuck you better?’, you say, your voice firm but laced with venom, ‘You are everything they say you are, you are a psychopath who only cares about himself.’

‘Don’t say that, please.’, he said, his jaw clenching, his watery eyes gaining an angry edge to them.

‘Fuck off, live happily with her, let’s see if she’ll clean up after you.’, you gritted as you pushed him, walking away and getting into your own car.

You drove off, leaving him on the driveway amidst the destruction. Your rage still hadn’t submerged, fury still radiated off you as you went to Sarah and the Pogues. The only place you knew would help you.

The next morning, you made your way to the country club, seeing the girl Rafe cheated on with behind the counter, smiling. It boiled your blood to see her, you walked straight up to her, seeing that she recognised you.

You stepped behind the counter and right in her personal space, ‘You know me? I was the girlfriend of the guy you were fucking last night.’ She gulped and looked away, ‘I don’t know what you want, please I work here, don’t make a scene.’ You scoffed, ‘Don’t make a scene? You seriously have the audacity to say that to me? After you slept your way through what was mine? Well I hope you are happy with Rafe, he’s a piece of work and he’s every bit of shit they say he is.’, you warned before looking her up and down, ‘He’ll get rid of you soon enough, I didn’t know his choice was this trashy.’ You turned but her voice stopped you, ‘He told me about you, said you were boring, quite bitchy and didn’t meet his needs, so I guess I’ll stay longer than you did.’

You smirked, ‘Shouldn’t have said that.’ You turned around, your hand reaching towards the beer bottle sitting on the counter as you hit the top of her head, she screamed, blood dripping down the side of her forehead. ‘You dumb fucking bitch, I’m gonna fuck your life.’, you said and walked out.

You heard your phone ringing, another call from Rafe, he was texting and calling you since the night. You picked up but before he could say anything, you started, ‘If I were you, I’d find and patch up your girlfriend, oh and also, find her a new job, she’ll be fired for making such a scene.’ ‘What did you do?’, he asked. ‘Just got it through her thick head that she’ll pay for stealing what’s mine.’, you said as you hung up.

That day Rafe had found out about you living with Sarah, and he made his way there, begging to talk to you, but you wouldn’t budge. So he decided to be stubborn as well. It had been almost three days and Rafe stayed out there on the hammock, waiting for you. He had shown all the emotions he possibly could, begged and cried on the first day, then he resolved to anger and frustration being Rafe, then he decided to wait and figure out how to win you back. He got you flowers, jewellery, clothes, anything that he remembered you liked, he cleared any repercussions you could’ve faced for whatever damage you did when you were angry, he explained himself through the door every day, sometimes his frustration getting the better of him as he would bang it with force.

Sarah stepped out, bringing him food again, ‘Rafe, go home, she’ll talk to you when she’s ready. You fucked up.’ ‘I know I did, but I’ve gotta get her back.’, he mumbled. Sarah waited for a few minutes sighed and then turned around, walking back inside when Rafe’s voice stopped her, calling out her name.

‘I was pissed at you for telling her, but I don’t blame you, you were a good friend to her. Can you just do me a favour? Just give this to her.’, he said, handing her a small, red, velvet box. ‘Rafe, this is an engagement ring.’, Sarah gasped, surprised as she looked at her brother in shock. ‘It was Mom’s’, he nodded, ‘I got it that night, I was gonna propose has this entire thing planned. It’s so like me to fuck up the one good thing I had going on.’ He let out a self deprecating laugh, ‘i didn’t wanna propose her because I felt guilty, but I realised that no one would ever be her, and I hate myself for the way I reached that realisation, I met that girl during a rough patch in our relationship, and I felt like my life was falling apart and I don’t know I was high and it just happened, I never meant for anything to happen.’

‘Rafe, I’ll tell her all that but I don’t know, you really hurt her.’, Sarah said before walking back inside.

She found you looking at Rafe through the windows. ‘Why is he still here?’, you asked her. ‘He feels bad, said he won’t go until he’s talked to you.’, she explained. You sighed as you sat down on the couch, Sarah sitting beside you. ‘What are you thinking? What are you gonna do?’, she asked placing a comforting hand on your knee. ‘I’m so mad at him, I see all of the shit he’s doing but I can’t forget what he did, I’ve heard the explanation and I know how he gets when he’s high and I know I wasn’t making it easy for him during that rough patch, but it still doesn’t make it better. Honestly? I’ve no idea what to do.’, you admitted. Sarah rubbing comforting circles on your knee. ‘Do you still have feelings for him?’, she asked softly.

You sighed, ‘That’s the worst part, I do. I can’t seem to not love him. I don’t know what to do, I feel so pathetic.’ ‘Hey, come on, it’s fine, everyone could see you really loved him. You need time to figure out everything.’, she comforted you. She slowly handed the small box to you, ‘Rafe told me to give this to you, it was our mom’s. He said he had everything planned and that he didn’t wanna do it because he felt guilty, he wanted to do it because he realised you’re the one he wants.’ ‘Great fucking method of realisation.’, you muttered as you looked at the ring. If Rafe was handing out a piece that belonged to his mother, you knew he was serious, you weren’t doubting his actions about this, but you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him.

‘Come on, enough of that sad shit.’, JJ chimed in, coming closer, ‘You need to let loose and get away from all this, tonight’s bonfire is the perfect way.’ He grinned at you and Sarah, and you smiled back, nodding as he cheered in victory.

You got dressed and made your way outside, Rafe instantly standing up and walking over. ‘Dude, she doesn’t wanna talk, let her have this.’, JJ said, much to Rafe’s dismay. Rafe glared at him before looking at you, you were glaring at him, wearing a dress he told you was ‘for his eyes only’. He gave a small nod, eyes still fixated at you as his jaw clenched harder, his teeth gritting, ‘Fine, we won’t talk but I’m not gonna let her out of my sight.’

You scoffed rolling your eyes as you walked ahead, Rafe a few steps behind you, all the way to the party.

Rafe kept a safe distance but his eyes never left you, as you enjoyed yourself, drinking, dancing, smoking. He glared at any guy who even dared to look at you. His jaw clenched as he saw you dance too close to JJ Maybank out of everyone on the island. His impulse getting the better of him he walked straight towards you, yanking you away and dragging you to a secluded corner.

‘What the fuck Rafe!’ You can’t do that, I’m not your girlfriend anymore if you forgot, you shouted. ‘You were never not mine, you get that? And JJ? Seriously?’, he spat his eyes burning and dark, but then they softened, ‘Come on baby, just talk to me, please, I’m begging here. Did Sarah gave you the ring?’

‘Yes she did, I haven’t decided yet. I need time.’; you say. ‘It’s yours, whatever you decide. I can’t even think of giving it to anyone else.’, he said, his tone softening for a minute. He ran a hand through his hair, ‘Look there is no excuse for what I did, no explanation. I know I fucked up and I’m here to beg you, whatever you want, name it and I’ll do it baby, just please don’t leave, just give me one more chance, please.’ You could practically hear the desperation in his voice. ‘God I regret it so much, you don’t know, she was a mistake baby. She didn’t mean anything, you can kill her if you’d like and I’ll help you hide the body. I wish there was just a reset button so we could start new but I know there isn’t, I’m ready to work for it, just tell me what do you want me to do.’, he continued pleading.

Just then JJ walked over, ‘You good? Dude, leave her alone.’ Rafe’s jaw clenched harder as his hands folded into fists. ‘Get the fuck out of here Maybank, I’m trying to talk to her. Don’t make me do something that’ll make it worse.’, he spat through gritted teeth. You could see he was holding back, but he was just a word away from throwing a punch and he looked like he wouldn’t stop until he had killed him. ‘I’m fine, I’ll be back just give us space please.’, you said to JJ who nodded and left reluctantly.

‘Seriously Rafe? You were about to hit him. You could’ve gone to jail you know? Or do you just love the handcuffs?’, you hissed at him. He laughed frustratedly, his blue eyes burning with a dark intensity and desire, ‘I don’t care! I don’t care about anything but you. Even if it’s handcuffed, I’m leaving here with you. I need you back.’

bf!john logan x fem!reader

warnings: reader gets into an accident, swearing, other than that pure fluff logan comforting reader plus this is very short

a/n: inspired by true event considering I got in an accident this week which wrecked my car but thankfully my friend and I are fine nothing happened to us but looks bad for my car, anyways I hope you like it!

‘Hello? John?’, you say quivering, Logan immediately standing up at your voice, ‘Hey baby, what’s wrong are you okay?’

‘Fuck baby I’m so sorry I didn’t know how it happened- it just- I can’t even- I’m sorry’, you rambled, breathing heavily and crying. ‘Hey, hey, hey, relax, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Where are you?’, he said worry instantly making its way into his voice as he already left the hockey house. ‘What happened baby? I need you to talk to me.’, he said while pulling up your location on his phone and walking in your direction.

‘Your car…I-‘, you started, your voice breaking, as you tried to continue, ‘this truck just came in, I swear I didn’t see it, shit I’m so sorry.’ His heart sank at your tears and the way you sounded so fragile. ‘Shh baby don’t cry, are you okay? You’re not hurt are you?’, he said, walking faster.

You had borrowed Logan’s car to run a few errands, and even after saying no a hundred times he had forced into using it. That car was his baby, he loved it and cared for it way more than a car. So when a truck crashed into you while you were driving you couldn’t seem to get the guilt out of your head.

Logan comforted you on the call as he reached your location soon enough, since you were on your way back to the hockey house as it is. He saw his car first, parked at the side of the road, the back door on the left side completely dented and ripped off the paint. He didn’t even look at the car twice before searching for you.

His brows furrowed and his brown eyes softened the moment he found you. You sat on the side of the road, a few people by your side, trying to help you. You looked so small and delicate, crying and trying to calm your breathing.

‘Hey, baby, it’s fine.’, he said racing over to you and leaning down, crouching in front of you. ‘I’m so glad you’re safe and not hurt.’, he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You sobbed harder, tears straining his clothes as you gripped him tightly, ‘I’m so sorry, I don’t know how this happened, fuck I can’t even-‘, you said in between cries but he shushed you, rubbing your back in comforting strokes, kissing your forehead. ‘Don’t worry about it baby, it’s not your fault I’m sure. You’re safe and that’s all that matters to me baby.’, he said, his voice soft and a bit worried seeing your current state. You were flooded with guilt and regret, he could see it as you cried in his chest.

‘It’s gonna cost you so much, I’m so sorry, I’ll pay you back I promise.’, you shuddered against his chest. He pulled you in tighter, ‘You don’t have to worry about that baby, I’m a mechanic, remember? It’s no big deal. It’s just a car baby. You’re the thing that matters. The only thing that I’m glad is fine. Come on, let’s get you home.’

He helped you to your feet, taking off his jacket and placing it on your shoulders as he texted the boys to get his car back to their place. He bought you water and walked you back to the hockey house, his hand never stopping rubbing comforting circles on your waist.

Once you reached the hockey house, he got you settled and calmer. He fed you, wrapping a blanket around you and pulling you into his side. He shushed you when you tried to apologise again, pulling you into his lap.

john logan x fem!reader

warnings: none, this is pure fluff, reader has a dog named clifford, logan being determined and smug

a/n: this is very short and just something I came up with when I couldn’t sleep but also cute does logan look with a dog, hope you like it!

The first time John Logan visited your house to fix your sink, your dog, Clifford, won’t stop barking at him. He even pulled, bit his jeans and growled at him when he tried to pet him. Since you lived alone, Clifford was over protective of you, that’s the only explanation you could give him. Logan looked wounded his puppy dog eyes didn’t work for the first time, given that his competitor was an actual dog.

A few months later, you started dating, and Clifford still hated Logan. He growled at him whenever he got too close to you and would bark when you both would close the door to your bedroom. Logan was frustrated, to say the least, and you couldn’t stop laughing.

‘It’s fine, John, he’ll warm up soon enough. He’s like this with everyone, baby.’ , you’d say chuckling when he would vent out to you frustratedly, about how your dog hates him.

Logan even vented and took advice from the entire hockey team on how to win your dog over, which resulted in him being made a laughing stock and comments like ‘pussywhipped’. But Logan didn’t pay any mind to them, he was determined to win over your dog, at any cost.

After few weeks into your relationship, you came back to your house only to find Logan reading a book with Clifford perched up on his side, suspiciously quiet and normal.

‘Hey?’, you asked, clearly confused at the situation. ‘Hey baby! How was your day?’, he asked, looking up from the book, one hand casually petting Clifford. ‘Um what’s this? He doesn’t bite you anymore?’, you asked, smiling and crossing your arms over your chest, leaning on the doorframe. ‘We decided to be civil, for you.’, he grins, ‘Right bud?’, he asked Clifford, who wagged his tail and moved closer to Logan. ‘How did you even manage that?’, you laugh, seeing finally the two boys in your life getting along. ‘Just a few bribery treats and walks when you weren’t here to scold me and a deep long talk, i mean come on, who has ever been able to resist me?’, he smirked, the smugness evident in his voice. ‘I’m glad, whatever worked, atleast now both of you won’t growl when I get closer to the other one.’, you laughed, stepping closer and joining Logan, his hand instantly going over your shoulder and pulling you into his side. ‘Hey! I don’t growl! What do you mean?’, he said, faking offence, you laughed as Clifford joined the two of you, resting his head on your lap.

This was a few weeks ago, now when you come back home, you find Logan and Clifford, together, either sleeping, playing or doing whatever the hell they did. Logan started taking him on walks, he also took him often to the hockey house, Clifford also came along on your drives, contently perched in Logan’s lap, hell whenever Logan went back he would give you a kiss on your forehead and bend down, giving Clifford one too.

One day, Logan and you were sitting on your bed, watching a movie. Soon one thing led to another and you leaned in, kissing Logan, when you heard growling. You pulled away to see Clifford at the foot of the bed, growling like all those times, but this time, it was directed at you and not Logan.

‘Oh my god, you stole my dog!’, you gasped, hitting him playfully in the chest, which only spurred Clifford on as he barked. He lunged into the bed, snuggling in Logan’s lap, ‘Not my fault he loves me more than you. See how that feels like?’, he laughed, petting Clifford on the head.