you're it for me | john logan โถ
summary: in which john logan spends an entire night accidentally proving that he's completely and utterly whipped for his girlfriend.
pairing: john logan x fem!reader
notes: this fic is based on this request! thank you so much for this idea! <3 i hope you enjoy ๐
the thing nobody tells you about john logan is that his reputation had existed long before you were with him.
before you ever met him, before you'd ever stepped foot in the hockey house, before you'd even known his name, there were already stories.
stories about parties, stories about girls, stories about john logan being john logan.
he had always been confident, social, charming without even trying. he was the kind of person who would walk into a room and somehow know everybody by the time he left.
people gravitated towards him naturally, they always had, which was why even now, nearly a year into your relationship, people still occasionally had the wrong impression.
especially people who didn't know him. especially those who only knew the version of him they'd heard about. the version that existed before you, the one his friends found hilarious because it no longer existed at all.
it starts after a friday night home game. a good win, the kind that leaves everybody in an incredible mood. the team heads out afterwards, claiming a cluster of tables at malone's, the music loud enough that half their conversations are shouted just to be heard.
you'd texted earlier saying you'd meet them there after finishing something with allie. logan had responded with a simple message.
which, according to dean, was embarrassing enough on its own. logan had told him to give it a rest, dean naturally hadn't listened.
now, nearly forty minutes later, logan is sitting in a booth, nursing a beer while absentmindedly checking his phone for what has to be the twentieth time. not because you're late. you aren't. you'd told him approximately when you'd arrive.
he knows that, he's fully aware of that.
he simply just misses you.
which is apparently enough to make him act like he hasn't seen you in weeks instead of a few hours.
"you know y/n isn't arriving any faster because you keep checking."
logan doesn't bother looking up, he knows exactly whose speaking before the sentence is even finished.
dean sighs dramatically. "garrett, tell him."
garrett glances over from his conversation, takes one look at logan and immediately shakes his head. "i'm not getting involved."
"i just know an unwinnable battle."
before dean can continue, a group of girls approach the table. it's not unusual. it happens after almost every game, especially after wins. they recognise a couple of the players immediately and start talking, introducing themselves, asking questions about the season.
except somewhere along the way, two of them end up sitting beside logan, and unfortunately for everyone involved, they've mistaken basic politeness for interest.
logan, meanwhile, remains completely unaware.
he isn't paying much attention, completely oblivious to the obvious advances from the girls beside him. he answers questions when asked, nods occasionally, offers the odd smile, but his attention keeps drifting elsewhere.
towards the entrance, towards his phone. towards literally anything other than the conversation happening before him.
"waiting for someone?" one of the girls asks eventually.
logan glances up from his phone. "yeah."
the answer comes immediately, without hesitation, without thought, like it's simply a fact.
the girl's smile begins to fade. "girlfriend?"
for the first time all evening, logan looks genuinely interested in the conversation.
"yeah." his smile appears instantly, small at first, then bigger.
dean groans, actually groans, loudly.
"because i like my girlfriend."
tucker nearly chokes on his drink. garrett looks down at the table, visibly smirking. the girls laugh, assuming they're joking, assuming they're exaggerating.
because surely they have to be.
"your girlfriend must hate hockey season."
logan finally looks away from the entrance, turning his gaze onto the girl beside him. "why?"
"because you're busy all the time. it sounds like a pretty intense schedule."
his entire expression softens immediately, the change is almost ridiculous.
"nah." he shakes his head. "she's pretty great about it."
logan smiles into his beer. "pretty much."
dean makes a strangled noise. garrett immediately buries his face in his hands.
logan shakes his head, a small smile gracing his features. "you guys are annoying. am i not allowed to express my love for my girlfriend anymore?"
dean gestures vaguely towards him.
"it's just that you genuinely talk about y/n every hour of every day."
logan considers arguing, he really does. then he shrugs. "that sounds about right."
the girls exchange a glance, slightly confused now. this isn't what they expected. they'd approached john logan, the john logan they'd heard about. the sweet, charming one. the guy everybody seemed to have a story about. instead they've somehow ended up listening to him talk about his girlfriend for the last ten minutes.
the worst part is that nobody at the table seems surprised, if anything, they seem exhausted by it.
logan hasn't checked the door in almost fifteen minutes. he hasn't looked towards the entrance once.
it's the longest his attention has stayed anywhere all evening. not because of who's asking the questions, but because they're asking about you.
dean notices first, the way logan suddenly goes quiet, the way his eyes drift past the table, over the crowd, until they land on you.
the smile appears instantly, effortlessly, like breathing.
the words are quiet, almost to himself, but everybody hears them.
everybody watches him stand. he doesn't hesitate, doesn't finish his drink, doesn't excuse himself. he simply gets up and starts walking.
you spot him halfway across the room and your entire face brightens immediately. the second you smile at him, dean lets out the loudest groan imaginable.
because somehow the idiot smiles even wider.
tucker laughs. "it's actually kind of sweet."
"you've said that every week for eleven months."
across the room logan reaches you. his hand settles instinctively against your waist, pulling you into his side without even thinking about it, you lean into him just as naturally.
from where they're sitting, his friends watch every remaining trace of attention he might have given anything else disappear completely.
you're talking, telling him about your day, about allie, about something that happened in class and logan is looking at you like you're the most fascinating person in the room, the most important person in the room, the only person in the room.
one of the girls watches for a moment before finally turning towards garrett.
"...he really loves her, huh?"
garrett doesn't even hesitate. "more than hockey." the entire table laughs in response, because that's the highest level of commitment john logan is capable of.
the truth is, people see john logan and assume they know him. they see the confidence, the flirting. they hear the stories.
they see a guy who enjoys attention and assume he must still be looking for it. the people who actually know him know better. because the second you walk into a room, his attention belongs entirely to you.
they know that no matter who's talking to him, who's flirting with him, who's trying to get his attention, his eyes are always searching for the same person.
while they tease him for it relentlessly, while they roll their eyes every time he somehow manages to bring you into a conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with you, the truth is, none of them really mind.
for the first time in a long time, logan is happy, truly happy, and a lot of that has to do with you.
