Crossing the Blue Line / Allie Hayes x Female Reader
Being captain of Briar University’s women’s hockey team means Y/n was used to pressure, bruises, and keeping her composure under any circumstance. Unfortunately, none of that helps when it comes to Allie Hayes.
Warnings: Mutual Pinning. Di Laurentis! Reader. Fluff. Wingman! Dean.
The first time Y/n saw Allie Hayes, she was laughing so hard she nearly spilled her drink on Garrett’s shoes.
Not the party itself—not the music shaking the walls of the hockey house, not the crowded kitchen packed with athletes and drunk freshmen, not the way everyone seemed to orbit around someone louder than themselves.
A girl sitting on the counter in ripped jeans and one of Hannah’s sweaters, head tipped back in laughter while some guy made dramatic hand gestures beside her.
Y/n remembered thinking, vaguely and stupidly:
Because she was beautiful.
Not in the intimidating way that made people stare from a distance, but in the kind of way that made the hockey player want to stay close enough to keep hearing her laugh.
And that had been months ago.
Months of accidentally learning her coffee order because she frequented the campus café beside the rink.
Months of seeing her around campus with Hannah or Grace.
Months of looking away too quickly whenever she smiled at her.
Which was pathetic, honestly.
She was Y/n Di Laurentis. Captain of Briar’s women’s hockey team, built like she could bench press half the football roster, and yet somehow one curly haired brunette theater major reduced her into a nervous wreck every single time she walked into a room.
“Are you listening to me?”
Someone snapped his fingers in front of the girl’s face.
Dean sat across from the girl in the empty arena stands, hockey bag by his feet while he devoured a protein bar like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
“You’ve been staring at the ice for like five minutes.”
“It’s called you’re thinking about a girl.”
The girl choked on air by her brother’ words.
“Ah. So I’m right.” Dean grinned immediately. “You are thinking about a girl.”
“Not saying that you’re right or something… but how do you know that?” Y/n turned, furrowing her brows at her twin brother.
The boy gestured to his face with a finger, a smirk on his lips. “You got that whole 'I’m in love with someone, and I don’t know what to do about it”. Also, I’m your brother, you think I wouldn’t notice things like that?”
Dean chose to ignore that and leaned closer on the bench. He murmured: So, who's the special girl?”
Seeing that there’s no way out of this, Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed at her brother’s teasing. Maybe he could help her in some way. “… Allie Hayes…”
“What did you say?” The boy says, leaning closer to hear better. But Y/n knew that he had heard from the first time and was just teasing her.
Even knowing that, the girl decided not to end her twin’s fun. So, exhaling softly, she says: “I have a crush on Allie Hayes…”
“Oh! You’re in love with Allie Hayes.”
Y/n’s face heated so quickly it physically hurt.
“I’m not in love with her. It’s just a crush.”
Dean barked out a laugh. “Sure.”
The girl shoved his shoulder hard enough to make the boy sway on the bench. “Shut up.”
“Oh my God,” he wheezed. “You really are down bad.”
“She doesn’t even know me.”
“That’s objectively false. You two literally met at my birthday.”
“Dean, she smiled at me once and asked me to pass the chips.”
He leaned back dramatically. “So talk to her.”
Y/n’s stomach immediately twisted as she shook her head. “No.”
Dean stared at his sister like she had personally offended him. “No?”
“I can play in front of two thousand people without blinking,” the girl muttered. “But every time she talks to me I suddenly forget how human interaction works.”
“Damn, I never knew that one day I would see you like this...”
Unfortunately, her brother only laughed harder.
“Ok, jokes aside, you know what your problem is?” Dean said.
“You think she’s out of your league.”
Y/n scoffed, frowning lightly.“I don’t think that.”
The girl opened her mouth, then closed it.
Dean pointed aggressively. “See?”
“She’s…” Y/n struggled for words. “She’s easy to talk to. And funny. And everybody likes her.”
“And I’m…” The girl gestured vaguely at herself.
“A giant lesbian hockey captain?”
Dean slung an arm around her shoulders anyway. “For the record, if Allie doesn’t fall in love with you, she’s clinically insane. You’re a DiLaurentis— who wouldn't fall in love with you?”
Y/n snorted softly. But her chest still ached afterward.
Because it didn’t matter.
Girls like Allie Hayes didn’t look twice at girls like her.
Unfortunately for the DiLaurentis girl, Allie Hayes had been having her own crisis for months.
“You’re staring again,” Hannah said mildly.
Allie nearly jumped out of her seat in the student union. “What?”
Hannah took a sip of coffee. “At Dean’s sister.”
Allie immediately looked away from across the room.
Because Y/n was standing beside the vending machines talking to one of her teammates, a massive hockey duffel hanging from her shoulder, hair damp from practice.
Allie’s stomach flipped violently.
Which was deeply inconvenient.
Because the girl’s entire existence was deeply inconvenient.
“She’s just…” Allie paused helplessly.
Allie groaned, covering her face.
Hannah laughed softly. “You’ve had a crush on her forever.”
“You asked what conditioner she uses.”
“That was a normal question.”
“You watched her carry three hockey bags at once like it was a religious experience. I was surprised that the girl wasn't dehydrated by the way you were checking her out.”
Allie slumped lower in her chair.
Maybe she had a tiny crush.
A tiny crush that made her heart stop every time the tall blonde smiled.
A tiny crush that made her completely lose track of conversations whenever Y/n walked into a room.
A tiny crush that had become catastrophically worse after she’d watched her pin a girl against the boards during a game last week.
“She’s so tall and beautiful,” Allie muttered miserably.
Hannah looked delighted. “Oh, you’re gone.”
“You literally have heart eyes right now...”
Allie kicked her friend lightly under the table.
The worst part was that the DiLaurentis girl barely seemed aware she existed.
Sure, she was always polite. Smiling when she saw her, asking how classes were going.
But she also did that with literally everyone.
Meanwhile, Allie was overanalyzing every interaction like she was trying to decode ancient scripture.
“You should ask her out,” Hannah said, raising a brow at her friend.
The curly-haired brunette laughed immediately. “No.”
Hannah stared at the girl flatly. “Allie. You once screamed at a professor for misgendering a student.”
“That was righteous anger.”
“You’re scared because you like her.”
Because that was exactly the problem.
She liked Y/n DiLaurentis.
Two days later, Dean walked into his dorm room kitchen and found his sister aggressively chopping vegetables.
“Are you stress cooking?”
“There are enough vegetables here to feed an army.”
Y/n glared at him over the cutting board. “I’m holding a knife. Don’t test me.”
“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”
“And you’re obnoxious,” Dean says while stealing a slice of cucumber before leaning against the counter.
Then, too casually, he asked, “You know Allie thinks you’re hot, right?”
The knife slipped from Y/n’s hand— almost cutting a few fingers of her hand and clattered loudly.
Dean’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, dude. You almost cut your—”
The girl stared at him. “She what?”
“Oh my God, you had no idea.”
Y/n’s pulse pounded violently. “That’s not funny.”
The girl crossed her arms tightly. “Dean.”
“She asked me if you were single.”
Y/n’s brain short-circuited at those words. “She what?”
Dean suddenly looked smug enough to be punched. And at that moment all that Y/n wanted to do was to punch her brother in the face.
“Also asked what kind of girls you like.”
Y/n sat down slowly at the kitchen island because her legs abruptly stopped functioning.
Dean burst into laughter. “You look like you’re gonna faint.”
“I hate you,” the girl whispered.
“Oh, this is incredible.”
Y/n dragged both hands down her face. “She was probably just being nice.”
Dean stared incredulously at his sister. “You are genuinely the dumbest smart person I know.”
“She’s friendly with everyone.”
“She nearly threatened me when I joked about setting you up with someone from the female soccer team.”
Y/n’s head snapped up. “What?”
Dean pointed at her dramatically. “Exactly.”
Something warm and terrifying bloomed inside the girl’s chest.
Dangerous, dangerous hope.
“That means nothing to you.”
The boy shrugged, unapologetic, “Fair.”
Dean leaned forward with the expression of a man about to ruin someone's life. “So ask her out.”
“Oh my God, Y/n!” The boy groaned in frustration.
“What if she changes her mind?”
“What if she was joking?”
“What if I make things awkward?”
“You already stare at her like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.”
Y/n buried her face in her hands, defeated.
Dean nearly fell over laughing.
At the exact same time, Allie was having a nearly identical conversation.
Hannah blinked slowly. “You asked Dean Di Laurentis for romantic advice?”
Allie raised her hands defensively. “I panicked.”
“That man is chaos in human form.”
“He’s also Y/n’s brother.”
Allie groaned loudly into the couch cushion.
Because, yes, asking Dean for help had maybe been a terrible idea.
Especially after his immediate reaction had been:
“Oh my God, you like my sister?!”
Loud enough for half the hockey house to hear.
“He said she talks about me,” Allie whispered.
Hannah’s eyes softened slightly. “That’s great isn't it?”
“But what if he’s just trying to help?”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“You don’t ask about someone constantly unless you’re interested.”
Allie rolled onto her back dramatically, looking at the ceiling dreamily. “She’s so pretty.”
“She smiled at me yesterday and I forgot the way to my next class.”
Hannah burst out laughing. “This is so good but also so painful to watch.”
The curly-haired woman threw a pillow at her friend.
The universe finally decided to put both of the girls out of their misery during a Friday night party at the hockey house.
Y/n hadn’t wanted to come.
Her team had won earlier that evening, and all she’d really wanted afterward was a shower and sleep. But her teammates dragged her out anyway.
Which was how she ended up standing in Logan’s kitchen at midnight nursing a beer while trying very hard not to stare at Allie across the room.
The curly-haired girl looked unfairly pretty tonight.
Cropped top with a red jacket thrown over it.
And soft curls framing her face.
Y/n was so distracted that she didn’t notice her brother approaching until he nearly scared her into cardiac arrest.
The girl elbowed him. Hard.
But Dean barely reacted. “Go talk to her.”
“She literally keeps looking over here.”
Y/n’s heartbeat stuttered at the thought of the curly-haired looking at her. “She’s not.”
Deciding to trust her brother, the girl risked a glance and immediately regretted it.
Because Allie was already looking at her.
Their eyes met across the room, ignoring the multiple bodies crammed in the dorm room in front of them.
For one horrible, endless second neither of them looked away.
Then Allie gave a short and small smile, waving lightly.
Y/n’s brain completely shut down. Ignoring the heat on her cheeks, she dumbly waved back.
At her side, Dean made the loudest exasperated noise she’d ever heard.
“That was unbearable to watch.”
“No. I’m fixing this tonight.”
Before the girl could stop her brother, Dean walked directly across the kitchen.
Y/n could feel her soul leave her body. “Oh my God,” she muttered.
Garrett then appeared beside the girl, holding a bowl of chips.
“Dean’s about to ruin my life.”
Across the room, Dean said something to Allie that made her eyes widen dramatically.
She looked directly at her.
Y/n nearly choked on her drink.
Garrett watched with fascination. “Oh, so that’s why you've been acting strange all week.”
Dean returned seconds later looking deeply pleased with himself.
“What did you do?” Y/n asked, her voice rising a few notes. Luckily no one else heard because of the loud music playing from the speakers.
The girl’s stomach dropped. “Yes to what?”
Dean grinned, chest puffing in pride. “You’re driving her home.”
Y/n stared dumbly at her brother. “I’m sorry?”
“She doesn’t wanna stay late, and I told her you were leaving soon anyway.”
The girl’s pulse hammered violently. “You set me up?”
“You’re welcome, by the way.”
Because unfortunately, Dean looked too proud of himself. And because a tiny part of Y/n was suddenly terrified in a completely different way.
Allie wanted to leave with her.
The walk to Y/n’s car was painfully awkward. Not “bad” awkward. Just “nervous” awkward.
The kind where both people were so aware of each other that every accidental brush of shoulders felt electric.
Cold air curled around them as she unlocked the passenger door for the curly-haired girl.
“Thanks,” Allie said softly.
Y/n nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Of course.”
The drive started in silence.
Y/n gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary.
And on the passenger's seat, Allie played nervously with the sleeves of her jacket.
“Dean said you were shy.”
Y/n nearly drove into a curb. “What?” After stabilizing herself, she quickly looked at the curly-haired girl before concentrating back again at the road.
Allie immediately looked horrified. “Oh my God, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, it’s okay.” Y/n laughed weakly. “He said the same thing about you.”
The curly haired girl’s eyes widened slightly.
Then silence again. But softer this time.
“You played really well tonight,” Allie said after a minute.
Y/n’s chest tightened. “You came to the game?”
“Yeah.” The brunette smiled a little. “Hannah likes hockey— and you play very well, too,” she added shortly after.
Y/n tried very hard not to think about the fact that she’d noticed her playing.
“I mean it. You’re kind of terrifying on the ice.”
Y/n laughed under her breath. “Terrifying?”
“In a cool way,” the girl repeated.
Allie covered her face briefly. “I hear how that sounds.”
The curly-haired girl's smile returned slowly.
God. That smile was dangerous.
“You’re different off the ice,” she admitted quietly.
“You seem…” Allie glanced at the girl carefully. “Softer.”
Y/n’s throat suddenly felt dry. Nobody really called her soft.
“I don’t think anybody’s ever said that before.” She said that after a few seconds.
“Well.” Allie tucked hair behind her ear. “They should.”
Something in Y/n’s chest melted completely. She then pulled up outside Allie’s apartment building too soon.
Neither of them moved immediately. The heater hummed softly between them.
Y/n swallowed hard. “I had a crush on you the first time I saw you,” she blurted.
The words escaped before her brain could stop them. Immediate panic followed.
“Oh my God,” the girl muttered. “Sorry. Ignore me.”
Allie stared at the girl.
Y/n wanted to launch herself into traffic.
“I just— Dean told me you might maybe possibly like me back and now I’m saying words without thinking and—”
The girl froze, noticing that the other girl wasn't mad.
Allie was smiling at her.
“I asked Dean for help because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Y/n’s heartbeat stopped entirely. “What?”
“I thought you hated me.”
The hockey player looked genuinely horrified. “Why would you think that?”
“You barely talk around me.”
The silence afterward was catastrophic.
Then Allie laughed quietly, staring fondly at the girl.
Y/n covered her face with one hand. “I’m usually better at talking than this.”
“I don’t know.” The brunette’s eyes sparkled slightly. “I think it’s cute.”
“So…” Allie said carefully.
“Are we both just incredibly stupid?”
And for the first time all night, the tension eased completely.
Allie looked briefly out the car window, then back at the girl for a long moment.
“Do you maybe wanna take me on an actual date sometime?”
Warmth spread through Y/n’s entire body so fast it almost hurt.
“Yes!,” she said immediately.
Y/n cleared her throat. “I mean— yeah. Definitely.”
The brunette’s smile turned shy again. “You’re really pretty when you blush.”
And before she climbed out of the car, before either of them could lose their nerve again, Allie leaned over and kissed Y/n’s cheek.
It was quick and gentle. But enough to leave the hockey player frozen in place.
“Goodnight,” she whispered.
Then she disappeared into the building.
Y/n sat there for a full minute afterward staring straight ahead like her soul had ascended.
Thing2: DID YOU KISS YET???
Y/n immediately blocked his number.
