I love how they portrayed female support in the series, because it was something I really missed in the book. In the book, it’s simply treated as a given that Allie and Hannah are best friends, but their friendship never really develops or gets reinforced.
In the book, Allie immediately sides with Garrett when it comes to choosing Hannah’s outfit. I love that in the series she first explains to Garrett that her friend is always right, no matter what, immediately making it clear: I’m on her side. And only then does she quietly add that, well, for the sake of the mission, showing a little more skin might not be such a bad idea after all.
I also love their conversation at the end and the way Allie is portrayed as one of Hannah’s loves too. Female friendship is beautiful.
And the bathroom scene in the bar was absolutely delightful.
If you read the second generation, it creates the impression that Garrett’s and Logan’s families spend more time together because they’re best friends. But then what about Allie and Hannah? Why don’t they seem just as close?
Male friendship gets so much attention, but what about the girls? Yes, they talk and they have their own group chat, but it still feels like the guys are closer, and as a result, so are their families.
“A quick glance at Dean reveals he's got his hand under the table again. I bite my lip and stare at my phone. Don't read it, I order myself. I read it. Him: Next time you put on a show like that for me, you better be fucking naked.”
— The Score | Chapter 11
summary: dean has his sights set on punching hunter in the face, you, his ex girlfriend won’t let him.
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Malone’s was loud.
Music thumping through the walls, people packed shoulder to shoulder around the bar, hockey boys shouting over pool games in the back.
You were half listening to Logan tell some ridiculous story while Hannah laughed beside you when you felt it.
That shift in the room that only came when Dean was about to do something catastrophically stupid.
You looked over immediately.
And there he was.
Standing near the bar gone completely still, drink hanging loose in his hand while his eyes locked across the room.
Hunter Davenport.
Oh no.
You knew that look on Dean’s face.
Everyone did.
Garrett noticed a second later, muttering, “Shit.”
Dean was already moving.
You were out of your seat before anyone else reacted.
“Dean.”
He barely glanced at you, still stalking toward Hunter. “Y/N, move.”
His voice was dangerously calm.
“Dean, no.”
“I mean it.” He gently but firmly pushed you aside by your arm without looking away from Hunter. “Hey, Davenport!”
Every head in Malone’s started turning.
Hunter looked up from where he stood with a couple teammates near the bar.
Recognition flashed. Then smug amusement.
Huge mistake.
You saw Dean’s jaw tighten instantly.
“Dean Hayward Di Laurentis,” you snapped sharply, stepping in front of him again, “turn around right now.”
For the first time his eyes actually landed on you.
“What?”
“Turn around.”
“Why the hell would I do that?”
Because you knew him. Knew that once Dean got angry enough, common sense disappeared completely beneath loyalty and emotion and impulse.
You could practically see it happening now.
The tunnel vision. The adrenaline. One bad second away from ruining everything.
“Baby,” you said quickly, reaching for his wrist before you even realized the word slipped out, “listen to me. Just turn around, okay? Don’t do this.”
Silence.
Behind you, Logan choked on his drink.
Hannah’s eyes widened.
Garrett looked like he’d just witnessed a magic trick.
Because Dean froze.
Completely.
Not at the command, At the baby.
You saw it hit him in real time.
Saw the anger crack just enough for him to actually look at you properly.
And once he did, you knew you had him.
“Wha…” His voice came out rougher now. Confused. “What?”
Your fingers tightened around his wrist.
“Dean,” you said softly this time, desperate now that you had his attention, “walk away. Babe, we’ll deal with this, okay? But you are not throwing your life away over him.”
His chest rose heavily.
Still angry.
But now he was looking at you instead of Hunter.
“Look at me,” you whispered.
Dean’s eyes locked onto yours immediately.
There he is.
Not hockey Dean.
Not party Dean.
Not angry Dean.
Your Dean.
The one who always listened to you eventually.
“You hit him,” you continued carefully, “and then what? Suspension? Charges? You wanna explain that to your coach? Your family?”
Dean swallowed hard.
Hunter laughed somewhere behind you. “Aw, Di Laurentis needs his ex to calm him down?”
You felt Dean tense all over again.
“Dean,” you warned immediately.
His jaw flexed.
You stepped closer without thinking, both hands against his chest now.
And quieter, “Please.”
That did it.
You literally watched the fight drain out of him.
Not completely but enough.
Dean closed his eyes briefly before exhaling hard through his nose.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Relief hit you so fast your knees almost weakened.
Behind you, Garrett quietly said, “Holy shit.”
Dean looked down at you finally, really looked.
Your worried eyes.
Your grip on his shirt.
The way you were standing between him and a fistfight without hesitation.
“You called me babe,” he said quietly.
Heat flooded your face instantly. Of course that was what he focused on.
“Dean.”
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth despite everything. “You called me babe.”
“You were about to commit aggravated assault.”
“Yeah, but you said babe.”
You stared at him incredulously.
Logan barked out a laugh somewhere behind you.
Even Tucker muttered, “He’s unbelievable.”
Dean finally dragged his eyes away from you long enough to glare over your shoulder at Hunter.
Then back to you.
Then, with visible effort, he stepped backward.
Away from the fight.
The entire bar looked stunned.
Because nobody stopped Dean Di Laurentis when he got like that.
Nobody except you.
And the worst part is that you weren’t even together anymore.
Okay but what about Elle Kennedy new book, are you felling okay Lina?
OH MY GOOOD I’ve been praying someone would ask me about it so I can rant non stop…
First, dk yet if Im okay probably will only be okay when I get to read the book.
Second, for you that don’t know what we are talking about: Elle (off campus author) just announced a new book and the main characters will be… hold yourself girl… IVY DI LAURENTIS AND AJ (ADAM JENSEN)!!!
Soooo the daughter of my favorite couple (Dean and Allie) and the son of my second favorite couple (Brenna and Jake) from de Briar universe togetheeeeeer.
OMG I CANNOT WAIT to have Dean freaking out because Jake son will be dating his baby. For those who don’t understand, Jake was such a player just like Dean and now his son will try to get with Dean daughter this is just cinematic justice you know. Ugh i can’t wait to read.
When Xaden introduces Violet as his consort and Tairn asks if congratulations or comiserations are in order... 😂
Poor Tairn is over here trying to figure out how Violet and Sgaeyl are both such powerful, intelligent, and fierce women who both have such excellent taste in dragon men and such terrible taste in human men.
Hermione and Draco stared in surprise at the meal that had appeared in front of them on the dining table that evening.
Hermione brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes widened in dismay as she took in the dish.
“I certainly can’t say I miss Chauncey’s cooking.” Draco drawled.
“What is it?” Hermione spoke through her hand in a small voice.
“Miss!” Chauncey announced through a crack of apparition. “Chauncey brings dessert!!” The little elf plopped a grotesque, slimy pile, of what Hermione could only determine, was ‘magical beast offcuts’ alongside the three legged thing.
Horrified, she knelt down and placed a hand on Chauncey’s bony shoulder.
“Chauncey… you’re a free elf now. I really don’t expect you to do any work for me.” She said, hoping Chauncey would take this on board.
Chauncey merely blinked. “It is a great honour for Chauncey to make miss her favourite meals while she works to restore joy to wizarding kind!” The elf squeaked and turned to leave the room. “Miss should not feel embarrassed of her food preferences!” He said.
Hermione was sure she saw Draco wink at the little elf as he left.
Now sat back at the table she glared at him over the pile of trembling innards.
“Embarrassed of my food preferences?” She said with an arched brow.
“You’ve such extravagant tastes, Granger.” Draco said unable to suppress his grin.
“I can’t imagine where Chauncey got that idea.” She sighed.
