#PLAYSPUCK

[psych1cwound]

“ the other guy couldn’t come. ”   yeah. the school hockey guy got mono or something, she was told. so, naturally, the replacement is the one that doesn’t know puck. sophia stands tall and prim, adjusting her fashionably-oversized blazer. what a foolish attempt to be taken seriously : maybe her eagerness will be her downfall. but, still   …   rather timid, sure, she still presents herself with quiet confidence.   “ so, i need to get some quotes from you, if you get the chance. ”

@playspuck / ♡'d.

[bird77]

there’s not enough pink lipgloss in the world to stop this feeling                   and, despite fighting it as hard as she can, there’s a big frown on display. even worse, john knows her far too well. the girls do, too … even though she swatted everyone away, it’s fine, i’m cool, just tired, everyone probably felt this fling crumbling. ava? she’s been sensing that doom for a while now, but she couldn’t help but bask in the sort of honeymoon phase. oh, sweet ava   … “ i’m sorry for freezing you out … ”   which is, frankly, an exaggeration. she stares into her latte, she wonders if he feels the same, and she completely avoids eye contact. there’s no confidence in her voice, no, it shakes and she punctuates with sighs : “ i guess i’ve just been kind of thinking   …   and i feel like you know what’s up. ”

@playspuck

[centurieslater]

“ it seems such a waste of time . ” to garrett !

garrett stands still for a moment, stunned by his best friends confession. a waste of time? since when was wanting to go pro in hockey considered a waste? they'd spent all their years at briar, pushing through the early mornings, the bruises, and the endless practices working towards this dream of theirs. you. me. bruins jerseys. he hasn't forgotten about that. his heart sinks a little, a flicker of frustration sparks inside of him. ❝ a waste of time? really? ❞ he manages to keep his tone calm, still in disbelief and hoping the other's just fucking with him. but silence hangs in the air, and it’s clear from his lack of response that he’s serious. ❝ we've been through all of this together, logan. we've put in the work for years. you worked for this. so, what the hell changed? ❞

he can't tell if he's angry at him or if he's angry at himself for not noticing sooner. was there something that he missed? probably. they hardly have any real conversations anymore. garrett’s been so focused on keeping his distance, not wanting to make things more difficult for logan now that him and his girlfriend were constantly in each others presence. ❝ how can i fix this, man? i don't know what's going on, but i can't stand watching you throw it all away. i want to help. if you let me, we can figure this out together. ❞

the stranger lyric prompts, still accepting. ( @playspuck )

[ofbookshelves]

closed starter for @playspuck

"there is a zero percent chance you are getting me out on the ice."

[foxballad]

The burger place is just a few blocks away, they are almost there. Evangeline walks without looking at Logan, not because she doesn’t want him around or anything but because she is feeling nervous. It is a stupid and silly thing to feel and one she would have to work on, so that the fake relationship can be believable. Evangeline smiled at him ( she should act normal and like his girlfriend ). “ Luckily they will be there. It’s kind of our place. ” It would make introductions easier, although Evangeline wished they wouldn’t be there, she needs time to at least warn them she has a boyfriend now — even if Logan is just her fake boyfriend, they will still freak out about their relationship. “ And about that, just tell me the day and I will be there. The hockey house is at the end of the street, right ? We live close. Ours is the house with the red door. ” The only house in the street with a red door, it should be very easy to recognize.

Evangeline also nodded with his words, their destination finally coming into view. She knew who his friends are. Well, only by name, even when Evangeline was part of the female hockey team, she never really spoked to them ( nothing more than ‘hey’ and ‘see you around’ ). She glanced at the sweatshirt and stopped to walk all of a sudden. Thank goodness that Evangeline stopped right in front of the door of the burger establishment, or she would have died of embarrassment because of the sudden act. But shit. Evangeline has lived into hockey long enough to know that when a player gives their jersey to their beloved one, it’s because things are serious between them. And Logan is not only showing that he is being serious with the fake dating idea but this is also a clear indication that he wants her to watch his games too — well, as any hockey girlfriend should. Evangeline took the sweatshirt, delicately since it’s not hers ( and it will never be hers ). “ I— right. And thank you. ” She could feel her cheeks burning again and Evangeline clears her throat. “ I would give mine to you, but I don’t play anymore. ” Evangeline says and suddenly regrets it. Why did she said that she doesn’t play anymore, it’s not like he will care. “ Anyway, this is the place. We should enter. ”

        watching her blush was enough to put john in an even more giddy mood, grinning to himself as he walks behind her to the door. he was glad she picked lunch, knowing that if he didn't eat before practice, he would've been in a sluggish mood, which would've set coach jensen off. yet even having lunch was a perfect way for them to start their fake relationship, a perfect place to make themselves known to campus. 〝 i'm a guy, of course i like burgers. what guy doesn't like burgers? 〞 he furrows his eyebrows as he falls into step beside her.

listening to her speak, he kept his attention on her, trying to commit everything she was saying to memory. not like there would be a quiz, but he wanted to be the type of fake boyfriend who could rattle ANY fact about her. nodding his head gently, trying to remember the names. 〝 you'll have to introduce me to them.. to make it more believable. i'll also have to come over to your place and vise versa. 〞

the question being directed to him causes him to chuckle lowly, a shrug of his shoulders as he thinks for a moment. 〝 well, i don't work and usually eat lunch at the hockey house. 〞 glancing over at her, he waves his hand in front of him, 〝 you know - garrett, tucker, dean and i live there. 〞 john hoped he didn't have to explain more in depth of who they were. glancing down at the sweatshirt, he smiles gently, shaking his head as he holds it out to her. 〝 yes, i have practice, but not until later. but this is for you. every hockey girlfriend is supposed to have their hockey boyfriends sweatshirt. 〞

[dearsgcd]

⸻    tiny  puffs  of  white  air  blew  out  past  garrett's  lips  while  he  stood  before  logan.    a  beaming  smile  right  on  his  face.  being  on  a  frozen  pond  just  reminded  him  of  his  childhood  when  he'd  spend    hours    on  the  one  behind  his  house  working  on  his  skills.  escaping  the  screams  and  detriment  in  his  household.  hockey  had  become  his  escape  from  everything,  especially  the  more  he  made  hockey  be  for  him  as  compared  to  his  father.  now  he  got  to  replace  any  of  those  pond  memories  with  his  friends.  realistically,  this  just  prepared  logan  and  garrett  for  when  they'd  be  playing  in  boston  once  they  graduate  in  just  a  few  months.

a  laugh  slipped  out  and  garrett  shifted  on  his  skates  while  logan  got  the  puck  into  formation.    “you're  telling  me.  i  think  wellsy  let  me  have  all  of  a  fucking  hour  to  myself  every  night  leading  up  to  these  damn  tests,”      he  joked,  bending  over  himself  to  rest  his  stick  down  on  the  ice  in  front  of  his  skates  to  get  ready  for  the  next  play  that  he  and  logan  were  gonna  play  out.  a  wink  at  the  other.    “i  know,  but  you  gotta  be  ready  to  play  any  position  when  we  get  into  the  big  leagues.  never  know  when  you  might  need  to  play  down  or  up  because  a  man's  down.  have  i  ever  steered  you  wrong?”     a  pause.    “don't  answer  that,  actually.”

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[direodes]

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[dearsgcd]

⸻    grace's  form  was  all  bundled  up  from  head  to  toe.      a  white  beanie  cover  her  head  while  a  warm  winter  jacket  and  gloves  adorned  her  torso  and  hands.  feet  shoved  into  fuzzy  socks  within  a  pair  skates  that  her boyfriend had oh so lovingly bought for her.  she  didn't  even    skate        .  the  blonde  sat  on  the  bench  just  before  where  the  ice  began,  nerves  wracking  her  whole  body.  grace  saw    four     year  olds  that  could  skate  better  than  her.  god,  this  was  going  to  be  so  embarrassing  if  she  stepped  foot  on  that  ice.  but  john  did  look  all  too  adorable  knelt  there  before  her  with  that  stupid  handsome  grin  of  his.  jerk.

her  eyes  flick  from  his  gloved  hands  and  up  to  his  face.  heart  doing  that  silly  somersault  thing  it  always  did  whenever  grace  looked  at  john.  the  apprehension  was  clear  on  her  face  she  remained  frozen  on  the  bench  where  it  was    safe      ,  thank  you  very  much.    “what  if  i  just  sat  here  and  watched  you  be  all  hot  while  you  skate  around?”      she  suggested  lamely,  even  as  her  hands  landed  in  his  own.  still  not  making  a  move  to  stand  up  with  him.    “i  think  that  sounds  like  a  good  idea.”

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[dearsgcd]

⸻    “so     .  .  .     is  this  a  thing  now?”

@playspuck

[playspuck]

〝𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, you were looking at me like you wanted me to kiss you. 〞 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢-𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍. 〝 so i was thinking i might do that. 〞

━━━━ #PLAYSPUCK is a private, highly selective & mutually exclusive roleplay blog for john logan ⸺ a canon character found within the off campus / campus diaries series told by elle kennedy. my portrayal is book based with my own interpretations and headcanons of the character.

narrated by stevie , she / her , 23 : minors and personals do not interact. discord available for mutuals.

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affiliated with : @gorgeousgrace

〝 now he’s going to need to up his game… 〞

[shadowbrn]

@playspuck. blake was definitely her father's daughter. she took after him in a lot of ways, and right now that was even following in his footsteps when it came to college. she hadn't been sure about briar, and she honestly still wasn't ... but this visit was the first step in figuring it all out. maybe it would be good for her to see where her parents had come from ... but at the same time? did she want to be a logan at briar? did she want to spend the whole time being compared to her legendary parents? that was what was holding her back. at her dad's question, she looks up at him, stopping herself from picking at a hole in her jeans. ❝ why not? ❞ she asked, shrugging her shoulders, ❝ you and mom loved it ... i figured i might too. ❞

@shadowbrn LIKED for a starter : blake logan

        there was something humbling about the fact that his daughter was growing up.. something terrifying about the possibility of her being on her own, of her not NEEDING HIM anymore that he despised. she was meant to stay his little girl forever, the one who thought guys were gross and only wanted her dad. he hated it. hated it more than the possibility of not playing hockey right out of college. so when she brought up the idea of visiting colleges and wanting to visit briar, john was all for it.. no matter how hard it killed him. grace simply brushed him off, stating that it was simply just normal teenage behavior.. but her leaving : IT WAS EATING HIM ALIVE.

         〝 why briar? 〞 he questions, turning his head to look at her as they roll to a stoplight, ready to embark on their first ever college visit.

[direodes]

thanks to those who voted on my poll!!

hehehe i have finally done it , my solo john logan blog is @playspuck !

[foxballad]

There was tension in the room, everyone was feeling it. The heated arguments are taking them to a place where Evangeline doesn’t like to venture into ; she is trembling but not in fear, she was trembling because Evangeline was feeling anger. Was Luc so cynical and blind to what happened that he had to blame Logan instead ? Or does he genuinely think it wasn’t his fault ? Either way, Evangeline doesn’t answer right away. She felt Logan’s hand on her back and just like that, Evangeline is glad that he’s there. She needs to explain some things to him but that can come later ( if he wants to hear it ). Now, Evangeline needs to deal with this problem in front of her.

“ Desperate ? ” Luc scoffs and looks at Evangeline. “ Are you listening to this ? ” That question made her raise an eyebrow, and surprisingly, she was not acting. “ I did and I agree. You really shouldn’t have hit on me, not when I am pretty much well taken. ” Evangeline’s words didn’t hit Marisol like it was supposed to. Every girl would be feeling pissed to know that her boyfriend hit on another girl, but Marisol didn’t feel pissed at all. She was more disappointed and pissed that Luc’s approach to Evangeline didn’t work out the way they were expecting it to. And her sister isn’t saying much since Logan called her a puck bunny — which Evangeline wouldn’t defend her there since Logan has a point. As for Luc, he scoffs again, and not only that, it looks like he is trying hard to control his anger ( like he is trying to not punch someone in the face ). Evangeline has never seen him like that before.

“ So you prefer him . . . over me ? Him, of all people ?! ” Luc shouts and takes two steps to Evangeline who stands her ground there. “ After what he did to you . . ! ” Now, enough is enough and it was Evangeline’s turn to take a few steps towards Luc. She doesn’t care if people are watching or whoever is approaching them. Evangeline had enough of this. “ And what he did to me, exactly ? Except for being nice and acting like I am actually important to him ? ” Her words are bittersweet because Evangeline and Logan were supposed to be pretending. However, she could swear that not everything was an act to him ; as it soon revealed to not be. “ You think that he made me stop playing hockey but John wasn’t even there on the day that you and the hockey players you so idolized pulled that horrible prank ! And the worst part is that you knew about my clown phobia and didn’t do anything to stop them. John wasn’t the one who made me stop playing hockey, you did ! So of course that I chose him. If we knew each other at that time, he would have stopped. And certainly would have been very supportive about me playing ! ” After Evangeline said that, everyone and all of their friends around stared at Luc with a shocked expression.

It was not public knowledge about why Evangeline quit the hockey team. Almost no one knows about the prank and the small accident that led to Evangeline hurting her feet and causing her to not play in the finals of the tournament at that time. And consequently, the team lost and that was also the last time Evangeline played hockey. She not only felt guilt for not participating in the game but it was also her fault her team lost it. Evangeline couldn’t live with that and Luc never was supportive of her playing hockey, always criticizing even though Evangeline was the best of the team and always scoring. Because of that, she decided to quit the hockey team, which made Lala not speak with her for a while. Luc’s expression is also shocking. He is opening his mouth like he wants to say something but then closes it. He does that three times before he approaches Evangeline once more. “ You know what, enough of this. We will talk somewhere else. ” He says and tries to drag her by the arm. Evangeline, of course, resists him by stepping back but his hold on her forearm is strong. “ Wha— let go of me ! Luc let go, you are hurting me ! ”

〝 i don’t want this to be fake anymore.. is that too much to ask? 〞 it wasn’t like he regretted the words that came out of his mouth, regretted the way the conversation came to be.. it was the way he sounded so desperate and for john logan — he was never desperate. his eyes were locked in on evangeline, waiting for a response for something from her, but when it never came, a horse chuckle escaped his lips. 〝 right.. 〞 he muttered, shaking his head, tears in his blue eyes. 〝 because you love him.. 〞 it wasn’t spiteful, but it was quiet, a small understanding that it COULDN’T be him. another chuckle, before disappearing, leaving his heart spread open between them.

but of course, like all things they still had to play the part in front of her friends.. in front of his. it’s the way she curls into his arms, the way it feels so right for her to be tucked into his side, where she belongs. there isn’t an ounce of him that doesn’t welcome her touch, but he’s apprehensive, knowing that perhaps she doesn’t mean it. it’s for show. his eyes are soft when she speaks, his gaze on her and ONLY her, blue iris’ drifting down to her lips before he’s looking back up at her. 〝 play the part.. right. 〞 maybe he was saying it to hurt her, but his grip on her waist tightened and he tucked her closer. logan could’ve said it was because he was being the dotting boyfriend, but he couldn’t grasp the idea of letting her go.. not just yet.

and when marisol comes, her words dripping with venom, john all but furrows his eyebrows at her words, watching as her other friends come closer, the voices getting louder. his head is fully straight now, yet his arm around eva doesn't falter. in fact, it has him pull her closer, to PROTECT her from the words of her stepsister, the ones that he could see were causing such pain. john takes in all the words, sitting there as he allows them to seep into his skin, his hand tightening around her waist. perhaps it wasn't his fight to get into, but when his friends came towards the group, and his eyes locked with garrett's, that's when he knew he had enough.

〝 i'm not going to sit here and let you say shit about MY girlfriend. 〞 the words rip out of him with such spite, eyes staring directly at marisol. 〝 you rejected me, yeah, and eva happened to be there to comfort me the next day and you know what, she is a damn better person than you'd ever be. 〞 the lie came out effortlessly, smoothing into the truth as he sat there. 〝 but, don't let me stop your advances, clearly you have some issues rebounding with another member of the hockey team like some puck bunny. 〞

dean snickers next to him, beer pulled to his lips and he doesn't notice the way luc appears besides marisol, doesn't notice the way his gaze falls on evangeline until he's speaking. wait... what? he confessed his feelings to her? john's eyes flicker over to evangeline, hurt in them. 〝 eva.. what.. 〞 and before he could finish that sentence, it's luc who cuts in again, his words dripping with venom. stop playing hockey? why would john be that reason. his arm slips from evangeline's waist when she stands up and walks towards luc and before he can even react, john is standing up as well.

〝 yeah, she called me john, because that's my name and she's my girlfriend you dipshit. 〞 it's tucker who steps forward, a hand resting on logan's shoulder almost to stop him. but he doesn't. its a comforting hand, one to let him know, the guys were there for him. 〝 and i didn't stop her from playing anything. i don't know how many pucks you've taken to the head, or well lack thereof because you don't get much playing time, but you need to stop spreading lies and tell your girlfriend to lower her damn mouth. 〞 john steps forward, his hand resting on evangeline's lower back, letting her know he was there. he would always be there. 〝 i also don't know what possessed you to hit on someone's girlfriend either, luc, didn't think you were that desperate. 〞

[loversthe]

she didn't see some hotshot hockey player - she saw someone who was lost. someone who struggled so hard to get everything he'd ever wanted, but at the same time.. he was too fearful to take it for himself. because of his family. stuck between a rock and a hard place. hockey or mechanics. his dream or his father's work. and she knows, god she knows, it's tearing on him. weighing him down, and it guts her to see. but that doesn't make her want to fight for him less, the exact opposite actually. she wanted to fight more. so he always had someone who saw both sides, and knew how to love them.

"you're sorry?" the words slips past her quietly. nervous about what would come next. were they breaking up before they even got together? would their almost, all the stolen glances, be for nothing? she almost couldn't bear it. her heart close to breaking in the middle of some dumb party where at least three guys had hit on her since she came in. she didn't want guys, she wanted john logan.

but then he speaks again, and she lets out a soft breath, one of relief. she was happy to hear his words, happy to know it wasn't all in her head. he'd probably decided for her that he wasn't good enough - but lydia martin doesn't let anyone decide for her, not even potential boyfriends. moving closer to him, placing a hand over his heart, eyes slip up to meet his.

"then why are you being so - stubborn?" she asks, fingers curling around the shirt he's wearing as she nods her head towards the door, hoping he'd follow her out of there. somewhere they could be alone, a place only the two of them knew.

“Look  me  in  the  eyes  and  dare  tell  me  you  don't  love  me  back.” lydia

he was stuck on her the second he saw her.

a dingy college party.. a frat party, the rooms smelling of alcohol and oddly enough sex, the briar mens hockey team having won another game. it was the perfect night, yet they were freshmen. being on the hockey team was enough to hold some weight to it, but he was still unknown.

now... now it was different. everyone knew who he was, the guys at briar wanted to be him, whereas the girls, they wanted to be with him. but her, their friendship only blossomed. perhaps too much. the noise around them was loud, it would’ve been distracting however his gaze was focused entirely on her. no one else in the room mattered, the sounds drowned out the second she spoke to him, yet her words have him sucking in a breath, leaning against the wall trying to play it cool. 〝 i'm sorry. 〞

it was a mantra he kept repeating to himself — you’re john logan, everyone loves you — except standing in front of lydia he kept seeing himself as just john, not a hockey player, not someone’s next quest. just john. it felt like he was being exposed. after months of skating around this, skating around what they possibly could be, he should've been prepared for this statement and yet it hit him like someone on the ice when he wasn't prepared. he had been pinning after her, the strawberry blond who carried herself with such.. confidence.

perhaps this would be his breaking point. her statement, so simple and yet he found himself at a loss for words. swallowing, a chuckle escapes his lips, his head shaking.

〝 i can’t do that, lydia. we both know i’d be lying. 〞