#ch. aston logan

[litearra]

❛ i promise i'll always be here if you need me. ❜

guilt has been eating at her ever since their parents divorced, unlike her brothers she did not get a choice in which parent she stayed with. living with jean and david for two years until that horrible accident that sent their father spiralling again. at fourteen @shadowbrn had decided for himself which parent he stayed with, it was only fair she got to make that choice for herself too. if her brothers were drowning then she'd drown alongside them - maintaining the shop on weekends, giving jeff time off whereas john worked at the shop during summer. the summer heat is blazing,     ❝ i know johnny - don't worry about me, ❞ her acceptance at briar somewhat of a surprise, full academic scholarship - she had worked her ass off for it.

[litearra]

[ dressing room ] our muses have some fun in a dressing room together

tiny scraps of lace that barely cover anything. it is entirely out of her budget range, a stark contrast to the cotton she usually wears. ironic how one seems to pay more for less fabric. she hadn’t dared to turn the price tag when @shadowbrn had dumped the lacy lingerie in her hands and asked her to model it for him. the dressing room would have to be enough to fulfil his fantasy, knowing she wouldn’t be able to bring it back to his bedroom. head thuds back against his strong chest, her heated gaze meets his in the mirror. goosebumps spread in the wake of his fingers as they skate beneath the wire of the bra.     ❝ cat got your tongue di laurentis? ❞     tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth.

[litearra]

what form of love do you embody?

love as a choice: [ love is beautiful because it's built deliberately ] when casey mcquinston wrote "that's the choice. i love him, with all that, because of all that, on purpose. i love him on purpose" and when jenny slate tweeted "i just want someone to grab my little face and scream on purpose, on purpose i am going to care about you" and when jodi picoult wrote "after fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling. it's a choice" and when the good place said "if soulmates do exist, they're not found they're made"

love as tenderness: [ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

love as being known: [ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

tagged by: @shadowbrn & @literare tagging : @ac1nums ( jake ), @burygods ( kelly ), @artisanals ( audra ), @loath3d ( xaden ) & @2onrad

[litearra]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 money has always been tight for the logan family, hockey skates passed down from brother to brother to sister. aston always had to wear at least three pairs of socks to somewhat fit the skates when she first got them. knows how to stick-handle and tackle curtesy of john who needed a partner to play with after jeff stopped skating, wanting to give his younger siblings a normal childhood for as long as he could. lived with their mother for two years after the divorce when their dad is in an accident - makes the same choice as john does at fourteen and moves back in with her brothers and dad. accepted to briar university on a full academic scholarship, choosing to pursue sports medicine - a little too squeamish to be a pre-med, praying she'll be able to fix their dad in the long run as a physical therapist - plus help john if he ever gets injured.

[litearra]

[ TRAIL ]: sender leaves a trail of kisses down receivers stomach. 

breath catches in the back of her throat, her back arched seeking the heat of his hot mouth. left a trail of kisses along her sternum, calloused fingertips digging into his shoulders.     ❝ fuck…. jake, ❞     tone pleading, but he seems intend on teasing her tonight. it drives her up the walls. lips ghosting along the waistband of her thong, teeth grazing her protruding hip bones - a breathy whimper escapes her. 

[litearra]

[litearra]

in the neighbourhood or so she tells herself, prone to late night drives. the sound of a running engine had always been calming for the greaser. victory in a way, knowing it had once been a pile of rust and dust. harvard was half an hour away. 'jc' lighting up her screen. acronyms a running theme for the logan family. aston however keeps it to a minimum - also to hide the identity in case john ever got hold of her phone. rather not risk a career ending injury - knowing just how protective he could be of her.

an open invitation or so she interprets his strong thighs, caught in conversation with another player or so she assumes. heard the chants of '2-1' as she entered the greek row house. the easy going smile that lingers upon his features and the text message tells her enough. a narrow win in favour of harvard. draping over his lap, nose crinkle ever so little as lips brush against her cheek.     ❝ i'm guessing congratulations is in order? ❞ tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. nails gently scratching the back of his neck, hair still slightly damp from his post-game shower.     ❝ how would you like to be congratulated connelly? ❞ brow arched, nibbling slightly on her bottom lip.

@litearra, aston logan sent to jake connelly. [ settle ] sender sits on receiver's lap and gets comfortable.

they had just won narrowly. something that jake was both proud of and upset about. they will have to rework their support and their striking if they wanted to win this time. he was captain. he had to think of that before everyone else. even though, he only thought and breathe hockey, when the guys on the team told him that they were going to organize a little party, he could only agree with them. they needed a breather once in a while, right?

putting his gear and bags in his car, the only thought he had right now was for this one girl that haunts his dream. aston logan. maybe she could come tonight? maybe they weren't going to be alone, yes, but she ould still be there, right? sending a message to his favorite girlfriend, and the sister of one of his opponents who was tough, he had to admit that, he couldn't help but have a smile hanging on his lips when he thought of her. if only john knew. he knew he would be a dead man.

looking around him when the party was in full swing, he turned his head towards one of his teammates who was talking to him when he was surprised to feel a body slouch on top of him. looking at the person sitting on his lap, he couldn't help but lean down and kiss the cheek of the girl he had messaged and who was on his mind, as he adds, in a flirtatious tone. " hello you ."

[litearra]

as experienced as her older brother supposedly was with women, he truly was a disaster when it came to actually dating them. a miracle grace fell in love with her train wreck brother, grimace stretching across her features as sticky fingers wrap around her bicep. arching her brow at him, feels as if he misses the point entirely - thinking materialistic things are the way to a girls heart.     ❝ you can’t buy love john… ❞     sighing loudly before fingers wrap around his wrist to pry his glued fingers from her skin, not wanting to be stuck to him.     ❝ just spend time with her - and for the love of god don’t talk about hockey. ❞     thinks it’s simple, they’re simple creatures if she said so herself. just wants to be seen and heard, be someone’s first priority - knowing most days hockey comes first due to the dream of making it to the leagues.

@litearra asked: ❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜ ( aston & logan )

jl. logan loved his sister. how could he not when she had a lot of good ideas when it came to his relationship with grace? he was completely lost at the moment. he wanted everything to be perfect, to please and to give, that he forgot that sometimes, he made a lot of mistakes. sighing as he observed the girl circling in the room, he couldn't help but stop her, his hands filled with glue due to the fact that he had finished his Valentine's Day cards. " what do you suggest? i mean, i only have these cards and a voucher for a day at the spa. think that will please her? do i need to buy more things? i should have done what garrett suggested. a bucket full of her favorite food and books about those serial killers. "

[litearra]

the lettering spelling their surname is cracking, wearing an old but loved practice jersey of his. proud of him, how far he has come - supporting him is the least she can do. skates are laced, not sure whose stick she's stolen - nor does she care.     ❝ won't be me johnny, ❞ tone playful, flicking her wrist - near perfect form as she hits the puck and it sails into the net.     ❝ that's how you do it! ❞ she gloats, knowing fully well it may have been more luck than skill.

❝ one of us is gonna lose. ❞

@litearra liked for a starter.

[litearra]

[ imessage. jc ] am i alone? you tell me.. [ imessage. jc ] image attached [ imessage. jc ] poor planning on your part captain [ imessage. jc ] could've worked up a sweat with me instead [ imessage. jc ] and now i'm sadly all clean...

@litearra, aston logan sent to jake connelly. [ 📲 text: ]  i just got out of the shower.

[ sms. baby honey ] shit, are you now? [ sms. baby honey ] you drive me crazy [ sms. baby honey ] are you alone? [ sms. baby honey ] I'm still training but [ sms. baby honey ] we should see each other [ sms. baby honey ] like now

[litearra]

a dangerous game they play, john won't be happy about it - maybe she had been a little too friendly with her guy friends. wanting to throw her older brother off their trail. dean can hold his own sure. but an angry older brother is something entirely else than a regular hockey player. maybe she'd played her game a little too convincingly based on his sour expression. fingers trail up his chest, curling into his shirt as she pushes herself onto her tippy toes. innocently battering her eyelashes at him,     ❝ too bad di laurentis, because this so-not-jealous look of yours really turn me on, ❞ mocking tone a smirk tugging at the corner of her full lips.     ❝ can i go back to my friends now? ❞ leans in slightly, playfully nipping at his chin.

from aston logan ( @litearra ) to dean di laurentis:     ❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❝  good thing you know better.  ❞     dean said with a roll of his eyes. dean didn't do all of this. he didn't do feelings, he didn't do jealousy . . . he didn't do any of this shit that he was doing with aston. and yet, here he was. he had strong feelings for his best friend's little sister, and he was definitely jealous, even if he denied it. he didn't like seeing aston with other guys, even if she was just friends with them . . . he knew they were into her ( how could they not be ) and he was tired of it.     ❝  i don't do jealousy, aston.  ❞

[litearra]

guilt has been eating at her, never planned to fall into bed with his brother's teammates - dean least of all. vastly different upbringings, plus the fact he was known on campus to not sleep with first years. rolls her eyes as he makes fun of her, grasping the pillow to the left and smacks him with it.     ❝ you're the worst di laurentis... ❞ she huffs, still a soft smile tugs at the corner of her lips. next statement takes her by surprise however. brows raised,     ❝ that sounds an awful lot like commitment? ❞ she questions, faint flush of her cheeks - doesn't expect it from him.

from aston logan ( @litearra ) to dean di laurentis:     ❛  trust me, this is the last thing i want to do.  ❜

dean raises an eyebrow at aston, ❝ the last thing? of all things in the world ever? ❞ he'd enjoyed what was going on between them, but he'd known one of them was going to back out eventually. no one wanted to piss off john logan, especially not his best friend and little sister. ❝ we could just . . . not stop. we take the anger, and then we move on. i think that sounds better than we just . . . give all of this up. ❞ he liked her a lot, and he'd never been able to say that about anyone. it just sucked that the someone was logan's little sister.