It was late when you finally crawled into your boyfriend’s bed after a very fun night out with two of your best friends Hannah and Allie.
You groan at the sound of an alarm, reaching for your phone to shut it off. You find your phone, in your hungover state you realize that it’s not your phone going off. Beside you Logan turns onto his side, silencing his alarm.
“Late night?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You stretch, the t-shirt of his that you stole sometime last night riding up to expose your hips and tummy.
“Is that?” Logan asks, leaning down to look at your hip. “You got a tattoo?” He asks in disbelief. Your brows furrow as you think for a second, oh yeah, last night you, Hannah, and Allie had the bright idea to get tattoos.
“Oh,” you giggle. “Yeah, you like it?” You ask, looking down at the tegaderm covered ink.
“Um, yeah,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s kind of turning me on.”
You snort, looking down at the block-style 22 tattoo permanently inked on your right hip, his number. Hannah and Allie had gotten their boyfriends’ jersey numbers, too. Apparently dating hockey players came with questionable life choices.
“Wanted to surprise you,” you murmur sleepily. Logan doesn’t answer right away. His eyes stay fixed on the fresh black 22 inked along your hip, his throat bobbing as he swallows. You push yourself up onto one elbow before sitting up completely, sliding your arms around his neck. “You okay?”
He lets out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “You got my number tattooed on you.”
“I did.” You laugh.
“Baby, you have no idea what this is doing to me.” He says, pressing a kiss to your mouth.
You smile against his lips. “I was hoping you’d like it.”
“Like it?” He laughs again, stealing a quick kiss. “I fucking love it.”
6.) “This is either going to end up in marriage or a restraining order.”
Dean Di Laurentis x Reader
AN: this one is a little smutty!
“Missed you so much.” You moan, as Deans lips work down your neck. He peppers kisses along your collarbone.
“Yeah? Thought you said I was annoying?” Dean teases, nipping at the soft skin where your neck meets your shoulder.
“Mmm, you can be. Very actually, but you make up for it in other ways.” You say staring into his pretty eyes. Dean laughs, one hand coming behind you to unclasp your pretty lace navy bra.
“Something tells me this,” he begins, motioning in between the two of you. Your hands roam his bare chest, loving the way his muscles feel under your fingers. “Is either going to end up in marriage or a restraining order.”
You laugh, tipping your head back and exposing more of your neck to Dean, which he takes full advantage of, his lips kissing his way back up to your own.
“Think I’d rather be your wife than your plaintiff, Di Laurentis.” You say. Dean groans.
“Fuck baby, I want you to be my wife.” He says. “Sounds so hot.” He murmurs against your skin, his fingers unbuttoning your jeans easily.
You smile, tapping his chest. “Easy, Di Laurentis. You’re still in tryouts.”
Dean laughs. “Tryouts? I thought I made the team.”
“You made the roster.” You tease. Knowing very well that your so called roster consists of Dean and only Dean.
He chuckles. “That’s cute.” His thumb brushes over the lacy edge of your panties. “Good thing I’ve never lost a starting spot.” He grins, before pulling your panties down and dropping to his knees.
1.) “I love you, but you’re the dumbest smart person I’ve ever met.”
John Logan x Reader
It wasn’t your fault. Not really. You roped car knowledge into something that Logan usually handled for you. So how were you supposed to know what weird little lights on the dash meant.
“Where have you been?” Logan asks as Garrett walks back into the house. You laugh, his tone sounding like a nagging mother.
“Had to pick up my Jeep, got remote start installed. No more freezing my ass off in the winter.” He says hanging his keys up.
“Damn that’s a fancy little upgrade.” Dean says from his spot on the couch.
“When I get my big girl job, I’m so getting a car with that. Oh and maybe heated seats.” You say contemplatively. Logan laughs. You frown remembering the little icon that popped up a few weeks ago.
“Oh also babe, I forgot to ask you, why is there a genie lamp on my dashboard?” You say. Logan stares at you, Dean and Garrett give each other a confused look. Even Tucker sticks his head out of the kitchen.
“What?” Logan asks confused.
“You know the little genie lamp light.” You say. Dean and Garrett burst into laughter. As John stares at you dumbfounded.
“The check oil light?” He asks exasperatedly. You look at him, eyes wide.
“I don’t know it looks like a genie lamp!” You say.
“Baby,” John says rubbing a hand over his face. “that’s the oil light.” He says, sounding like a tired dad. Dean is practically on the floor laughing. Tucker’s cackles can be heard from the kitchen.
“Oh.” You say looking at him. Your face quite literally resembling the ‘😬’ emoji.
“How-how long has it been on?” Logan asks giving you a look like he doesn’t even want to know.
“Ohhhh…” you say looking up at the ceiling. “A while.” You settle on.
“Babe.” Logan deadpans, shaking his head. “I love you, but you are the dumbest smart person I’ve ever met.” He says running a hand through his hair and pulling out his phone. No doubt googling what kind of oil your car takes.
“I love you too,” you say sweetly before realizing what the rest of his statement was. “Hey!” You say offensively.
“Come on, we’re going to go get stuff to change your oil.” Logan says, standing up from the couch. You follow him, as the two of you head out the door you hear Dean call through his laughter.
“Hey, when were you planning to cash in those three wishes? I think I want one!” Dean says. You roll your eyes as Logan laughs.
Apparently the genie lamp means you get to watch your boyfriend be all hot and do mechanic things to your car, so maybe your car did have a genie granting wishes.
I know I’m getting old. Anyway here’s 25 little snippets that might be fun! Send a number and the guy you want, heavy on Garrett, Dean, Logan, and Beau. (I am willing to attempt others)
1.) “I love you, but you’re the dumbest smart person I’ve ever met.” -John Logan x Reader
2.) “You lost the baby.” “It’s a fake baby.” “That’s not the point!”
3.) “That goose has been staring at me for twenty minutes.”
4.) “You started a rumor that we’re married? “Technically I forgot to correct someone.”
5.) “You brought a PowerPoint presentation?”
6.) “This is either going to end in marriage or a restraining order.” - Dean Di Laurentis x Reader
7.) “I should’ve kissed you years ago.”
8.) “I found your list.”
9.) “That’s not my baby.”
“She’s literally your clone.”
10.) “The pregnancy test is yours, right?” “Why would it be mine?”
11.) “You got a tattoo?” John Logan x Reader
12.) “Who told my mother we were living together?”
13.) “I support women’s rights, but more importantly, I support women’s wrongs.”
14.) “That’s a terrible idea. Obviously we’re doing it
15.) “That’s my girlfriend. Please clap.”
16.) “Listen, if we’re making bad decisions, I’d like to be included.”
17.) “That sounds like a future me problem, and I don’t care about that guy.”
18.) “I have two brain cells and they’re both fighting for third place.”
19.) “The fact that you trusted me with this information is honestly on you.”
20.) “I saw the red flags. I thought they were decorations.”
21.) “If she told me to jump, I’d ask how high. If she told me to hide a body, I’d ask where.”
22.) “I love her. Unfortunately, she knows that.”
23.) “I was born to be somebody’s trophy husband.”
24.)“If she dumped me, I’d respect her decision. Then I’d throw up.”
25.) “I’d go to war for her, but she’d be mad about it, so I’ll probably just bring her coffee instead.”
AN: okay so Dean won by a long shot so hehe! Someone send me a Garrett Graham smut request I want to write for him so bad but all of the things I’m thinking of fit Dean better lol!
Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, mean girls
Getting pregnant your junior year of college has not been on your to do list. You didn’t even think that would happen to you. But that’s what everyone thinks. You’d met Dean your freshman year through your roommate Kendall who you swore had an unhealthy obsession with the hockey team.
You’d put Dean off until the summer before your Junior year, you knew he had a bit of a playboy reputation but with you he was different. When those two pink lines showed up you were terrified, but Dean was there, scared shitless too but solid as a rock for you.
You’d had the conversation about marriage after finding out you were pregnant. With both of your families being from generations of wealth, the marriage helped soften the taboo around your pregnancy. However, being married and pregnant in college had never crossed your mind. You’d moved into the hockey house with Dean and the guys after a long debate about getting your own apartment, the two of you decided it would be pointless, you’d want to be with your friends anyway. And besides, Tucker’s pasta salad had been one of your top pregnancy cravings.
When you had gotten pregnant and married for that matter you didn’t really keep it a secret but you also didn’t make a big deal of it. Your friends and family knew and that was all that mattered.
April Junior Year
“Is it noticeable.” You say, standing in front of the mirror in your t-shirt and shorts. It was a warm April day and you had a few finals left to take before summer break officially started.
“I mean…” Dean trails off, rubbing his neck. You were to the point where you could no longer get away with baggy clothes and Dean’s hoodies and besides it was starting to get hot outside.
“It’s not like I care, but I don’t know people are judgy.” You say. Dean gives you a sympathetic look.
“Hey, it doesn’t matter what other people think.” He says, coming to hug you from behind, his chin resting on top of your head as his hands find your baby bump. You smile at the sight of the gold band on his finger. You smile at him through the mirror. He was right, all that mattered was your tiny precious family.
Present Day August Senior Year
You didn’t have many classes left to take your senior year. And a lot of them you opted to take online, definitely convenient for someone with a newborn. Your daughter had arrived on July 4th much to Dean’s amusement.
The two of you had worked everything out perfectly. Your schedules and classes aligning so that one of you could always be with your daughter, and something’s thanks to online classes, both of you. Until your advisor called.
“What do you mean I can’t graduate without the class?” You say, Dean glances over at you. Your daughter asleep on his chest as he watches hockey on mute. Your advisor rambles on, about how Gateway to Success is a requirement for all students to graduate and how your advisor should have enrolled you freshman year.
“If it’s a freshman class then why do I need it?” You ask. The advisor makes up some pitiful excuse and gives you the time saying she already took the liberty of scheduling it for you.
“3:30 to 4:30? I can’t do that.” You say anxiously. She rambles on telling you that’s the only class available and that there are no online options.
“I’m sure you can find some way to make it happen, none of your other classes overlap.” She says. You blink back tears, even two months post-partum it didn’t take much.
“I-I can’t. I-I have a baby.” You say, choking on tears. Dean is concerned now and if it weren’t for the tiny human asleep on his chest he’d be pulling you into his arms.
“Well can’t you have your baby’s father take them? Or a friend, I shouldn’t assume the father is in the picture.” She says, a hint of judgment in her voice.
“My husband,” you say, “has hockey practice everyday from 2 to 3:30.”
“Well then he can watch your baby if practice is over at 3:30, problem solved.” The advisor says before ending the call. You blink, stunned. Dean looks at you, having heard the whole conversation.
“I can ask Coach to leave early on the day of your class.” Dean says. You shake your head.
“No I don’t want you to have to do that, you’ve sacrificed so much for us already.” You say.
“Hey, hey,” Dean says as you sit down and wipe your tears. “I’m not sacrificing anything, this right here, is all I’ve ever wanted.” He says motioning to you and your sleeping baby.
“I-I can try and take her to class with me and you could get her after practice? Maybe if I email the professor?” You say chewing on your bottom lip, you needed this class to graduate on time. To graduate with Dean.
“That sounds like a good idea.” Dean nods, pressing a kiss to your temple.
After emailing the professor she assured you it would be no problem, it was a 6 week class anyway. So for the next six Wednesdays you would pack your baby girl up in her stroller, walk the short distance to Hawthorne Hall and go to your stupid required class.
Your first day of class you were nervous. You texted Dean letting him know that you made it to class okay. Your daughter was asleep, she’d been fed less than 15 minutes ago and would most likely stay asleep until her daddy came to get her.
You: We made it lovebug is asleep, there’s milk in the fridge if she wakes up before I’m back.
Deanie Baby 💙🧸: Be there in 15, I’ll remind Logan that breast milk is not coffee creamer
You: 🫣 don’t remind me of that
Deanie Baby 💙🧸: lol 😂
You grin at the screen, remembering an instance a few weeks ago where Logan, poor Logan, thought Tucker had switched coffee creamer brands on him. You sit in the back of the class, keeping your baby’s stroller right beside you. Your professor is a kind woman who explained that she herself was a mother and how wonderful it is that you were still able to pursue your degree. Students filter in, mostly freshman, some girls stare at you, whispering to one another. You’ve seen them at hockey games before.
“How old is she?” Your professor asks. You smile down at your daughter.
“8 weeks.” You say smiling down at your girl. “My husband will be here soon to get her, it’s okay if he just comes in and gets her. I don’t want to interrupt the class or anything.” You say. Your professor smiles at you.
“This is mostly a study hall sort of get a plan ready for your future class so there’s a lot of talking and things, not really a formal class for him to interrupt. I hate that you have ti take this, in fact I tried to get them to give you the credit anyway but they said it was mandatory. Though I saw it already looks like you’ve completed all of the necessary classes for your major.” She says. You nod, thanking her anyway as she walks back to her desk. You could already tell this class was a waste of time. Especially as she announced that today’s assignment was to fill out a planner for the next month with all of your assignments for all of your classes. You already had that done but dabbled in your planner, flipping through to see when your daughter’s next appointment was. You weren’t worried about completing your assignments on time, that was second nature.
Your phone buzzes as you pull up an assignment on your computer for another class.
Deanie Baby 💙🧸: Mr. Mom has arrived, I’m headed in
You smile at your phone as Dean walks in. Of course that’s just when the freshman girls decide to be little bitches.
“Well I heard a rumor but I didn’t think we’d see Daddy Dean participating in child care.” One of them snicker.
The group of girls laugh staring back at you like you’re deaf.
“I mean was she trying to lock him down?” One asks. “Sounds like a good way to become a single mom to me.” She says.
Dean frowns, as he passes them. They ogle him, that you’re used to.
“Hi baby.” He says. Kissing the top of your head. Before peeking at your daughter asleep in her stroller. “Hi, sleeping beauty.” He whispers. In front of you the freshman girls chatter away.
“That’s rough.” One of them says, twirling a strand of her bleach blonde hair.
“What?” One of them asks.
“Being a single mom before graduation.” She says as if it were obvious.
“Do we even know if they’re together? Or is it just like visitation?” Another girl asks.
“I don’t think so.” Says the blonde.
“See? That’s what I’m saying. How rough.” One of the girls leans back in her chair.
“She’s probably doing all the work while he’s off playing hockey.”
“Most likely.” One of them chimes in.
“At least the kid got good genetics.” The blonde says turning ti stare at Dean.
“Oh my God.”
“What? Have you seen him?” She says.
“Fair.” The first girl shrugs.
“Still. I feel bad for her.” She says.
“Why?” One of the girls asks a nasty expression on her face.
“Because imagine spending your early twenties raising a baby while the baby’s dad gets to be Dean Di Laurentis.”
The group collectively nods.
“Yeah, that would suck.”
“I wonder if she thought he’d stay.” The blonde giggles.
“Ouch.”
“No, seriously.” The blonde says face stern. The girl lowers her voice.
“Maybe she thought they’d end up together. Thought she could lock him down.” She suggests.
“Maybe they were together.” One offers pitting emphasis on were.
“Maybe.” Another girl scoffs rolling her eyes. “Guys like Dean don’t settle down at twenty-two.”
The first girl sighs dramatically. “At least the baby’s cute.”
“That’s because she got Dean’s face.” One girl chimes in.
“I’m serious. Can you imagine if that baby grew up and found out her dad was Dean Di Laurentis and some random guy was raising her?” One of them ask. “I’m sure she’ll end up with some guy who takes pity on her and her single mother act.” The entire group bursts out laughing. Then a familiar voice speaks from behind them, stroller in tow.
“Well.” The laughter dies instantly. “I certainly hope not.” Dean says dramatically a hand in his hip.
Every girl freezes.
Dean is standing there, hockey bag slung over one shoulder and your eight week old daughter asleep in her Nuna stroller. His expression is almost thoughtful. Like he’s genuinely considering what they said.
One girl turns bright red.
“Because that would make things pretty complicated for me.” He says feigning a confused look. The girls stare at him.
“I mean I think it would be news to my wife that she’s single.” Dean says. “And I’m not really about that, I mean I looked her down for a reason.” He says turning to wink at you as he holds his left hand up Beyoncé style flashing his gold wedding band.
“You’re-you’re married?” The blonde girl asks eyes wide.
“Uh yeah, happily.” He says.
“Oh sorry.” A few of the girls mutter looking away from Dean. They’re mortified. Dean, completely unbothered, adjusts the baby blanket around his daughter.
“Have a good class, ladies.” He says before turning to you. “See you at home wifey.” He says with a wink. Then he walks away, pushing the stroller like the hot dad that he is. Leaving behind nothing but silence and the stunned freshman girls who are realizing they just spent ten minutes insulting a woman in front of her very happy, very loving, very married husband.
John Logan x Reader, and hehe Surprise x Reader (I don’t wanna give it away)
AN: I got a request for angst so I tried to deliver… mentions of parent death, car accidents, hospital setting
You stared at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your veil for the hundredth time.
“You about ready?” Dean asks, peering his head around the corner in his black suit. You nod, grabbing your bouquet from the table and crossing the room to take his arm.
“Let’s do this thang!” Dean says excitedly. You laugh, letting your older cousin guide you down the aisle to the love of your life.
3 years ago (Your Sophomore Year/ Dean’s Junior Year)
“I’d look so hot pregnant, right?” Allie asks, turning to the side and sticking out her flat stomach. You laugh.
“Allie, please for the love of God don’t spawn any mini Dean’s anytime soon.” You say laughing as Hannah laughs as well. You loved your older cousin, hell he was the closest thing you had to a brother, but the thought of him being responsible for little lives anytime soon sounded like a bad idea.
“Do you ever think about it though like having kids when we’re old?” Allie asks. You nod and so does Hannah.
“Yeah I think I at least want two, I mean it was pretty lonely growing up an only child.” You say. In the kitchen Dean laughs the sound echos into the living room, no doubt he and Logan were terrorizing Tucker as he tried to cook. Little did you know your boyfriend, John Logan had been listening in on your conversation.
“Two seems manageable.” Allie says. Hannah nods.
“Yeah, I mean maybe not twins that might be a little rough.” She says with a laugh. You and Allie join her. The conversation takes a turn to another obscure thought as the guys join in the living room.
Later that night you and John are on the couch. Your head resting in his lap.
“Can we talk?” He asks. You sit up immediately heart racing in your experience. Those three words were rarely associated with anything positive.
“I think we should break up.” John says. You stare at him utterly confused.
“Wh-what?” You ask, your voice shaky.
“I think we should break up.” He repeats. Your brows furrow in confusion, heart racing as you feel the tears build behind your eyes. Had you done something? Were things not going as well as you had thought?
“Wh-what? Why? I-did I do something? I-I’m really confused right now John.” You say holding back tears. John avoids your gaze.
“It’s just not working out. I can drive you to your dorm if you want.” He offers, his voice clipped. You shake your head, getting off of the couch and pulling your shoes on.
“N-no, I’ll walk.” You say, voice cracking on the last word.
“Ba-“ John begins. “Please just let me drive you.” He says standing up off of the couch. You shake your head before bolting out the front door and down the steps. You sob the entire walk home, trying desperately not to wake up your friend/roomate/fellow sophomore Kate.
What did you do?
John Logan POV
I lie awake in my bed. She made it to her dorm, she’s probably too upset to realize I still have her location. A part of me hopes she doesn’t turn it off. She deserves so much more.
I love her more than anything, and that’s exactly why I can’t do this. She talks about marriage and kids like they’re dreams, and all I can think about is my dad walking out. What if that’s who I become? What if I promise her forever and end up breaking her heart anyway? She deserves a man who’s excited for that future, not one who’s terrified he’s going to ruin it.
Dean will probably be pissed, then again he’s been pretty much Switzerland in our eight month relationship this far. Still, I have no doubt in my mind he’s not going to want to beat the shit out of me for breaking her heart. I deserve it. But if breaking my own heart means she gets the life she’s always dreamed about, then that’s a price I’m willing to pay.
2 months post break up
You were healing, at least that’s what you told yourself. You stayed to busy to care. Morning workout classes with Kate, any and every theatre event, sporting events, all of it. Hockey games were a little harder now but Dean’s best friend Beau had taken you under his wing. Of course you still sat with Allie and Hannah but Beau was there too, always looking out for you. Beau had always been a good friend, really more Dean’s friend than yours but still. The first time he meet you he basically claimed you as a friend and it stuck.
4 Years Ago (Your Freshman Year/ Dean’s Sophomore Year)
“There she is!” Dean exclaims, jogging forward to hug you. It was your first week of college, your mom had just left after helping you move into your dorm, a chore which Dean so graciously had practice during and couldn’t help.
“Yes, your favorite cousin has arrived.” You say with a grin. Dean claps his hands doing a little excited dance.
“We are going to have so much fun you’re going to love it here.” Dean exclaims. Behind him a tall, insanely handsome guy stands. Said handsome guy clears his throat.
“Oh yeah! This is Beau! Beau this is my little cousin!” Dean says. Beau looks you over head to toe and shakes his head.
“Nah no way.” He says casually an easy grin on his lips. “There is no way someone as beautiful as that is related to you big guy.” Beau says extending his hand.
“Haha very funny.” Dean deadpans. You expect to shake his hand but he brings it to his lips, kissing the back of your hand. You can’t help but laugh a little.
“She was bald until she was like four.” Dean says. You elbow him in the ribs.
“Hey, don’t expose my new friend’s childhood secrets like that.” Beaus says pretending to be offended. The three of you laugh, and Beau and Dean give you the unofficial more useful tour of campus, aka which bars to avoid with a fake and which ones to hit up.
2 months Post-Breakup Your Sophomore Year
“Logan is kind of playing like shit tonight.” Allie says, before turning to look at you.
“Sorry.” She says. You shrug.
“You don’t have to apologize to me, he is playing bad he needs to focus.” You say, it was an observation truly.
“How are you doing babe? I know Dean says you’ve been keeping busy but we miss you, it’s weird not having you at the house all of the time.” Allie says. You shrug.
“I’m good. I miss you guys too but it would be kind of weird if I still hung out there.” You say scrunching your nose.
“Yeah she’s onto better and hotter things.” Beaus says squeezing your knee and making you jump. The two of you had become closer since your breakup, often times you’d tag along with him and Dean to grab breakfast or even just go for a run on campus. It was nice having friends outside of the hockey house.
Present Day
“I’m nervous.” You whisper to Dean, standing behind the double wooden doors of the church.
“Me too.” He says. You look at him.
“What? I don’t want to trip.” He says with a lopsided grin. You’d asked Dean to walk you down the aisle, your father had passed when you were small and you didn’t really have any other close male relatives. Your mom being traditional insisted that a male had to walk you down the aisle so that left Dean. Dean who would be walking down the aisle and then standing up as the best man.
Present Day 3 months earlier
John Logan POV
“What’s this?” I ask, staring at the refrigerator. My heart sinks. I should’ve seen this coming. Realistically I knew this would happen. I wanted this to happen.
“Oh um, you didn’t see on instagram?” Dean asks awkwardly. I stopped in to visit him and Allie on my way home from practice, dropping them off a bottle of wine in congratulations on their new home.
“I don’t really get on social media.” I say. Staring at the glossy white invitation. The black letters seemed to blur together. He tried to read it anyway.
Please Join us for the Wedding of
He couldn’t bear to read your name, printed there in the elegant font.
and Beaufort James Maxwell
Saturday August 15th 5:30p.m.
Ceremony to be held at Wychmere Beach Club Reception to Follow
“I hadn’t realized they were engaged.” I say. Dean nods.
“Yeah, he proposed at her graduation party.” Dean says softly.
“So soon?” I say, bitterness tinging the words. Dean takes a deep breath. If he says she’s pregnant I’m going to be sick.
“They didn’t want to wait. After the accident, I think that kind of rocked both of their worlds.” Dean says.
The accident. She and Beau had been together for about a month when it happened. Garrett had told me it was casual, at least that’s what Hannah had told him, which is what she had apparently told Hannah. Dean once again remained neutral in the love affairs of his younger cousin.
It was a bad accident. They said Beau was lucky to have lived. I think it was a spinal injury and a shattered tibia, something requiring lots of surgery. She basically lived in that ICU when he was in the hospital. Beau couldn’t walk for the longest time, then he used crutches, then just a leg brace. And through it all he stayed happy, kept her as his priority. That’s what she deserved.
“They sent you an invitation.” Dean says. I shrug.
“Haven’t checked my mail this week, practice and all.” I offer.
“I think it would mean a lot to Beau if you came.” Dean says. I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Yeah, yeah I’ll think about it.” I say. “Tell Allie I said, hey and that the place is great.”
Dean smiles sympathetically. I hate it.
Sophomore Year 3 Months Post Breakup
You watch as Logan lets some blonde puck bunny kiss his neck. You take a sip of his drink, rolling your eyes.
“Babe, you have got to get over him.” Beau says taking a sip of his beer. You raise your eyebrows.
“Stellar advice Beaufort.” You say rolling your eyes. “You’re the first one to suggest that.” You say sarcastically. Beau grins.
“I’m serious.” He says. You take another sip of your drink.
“Best way to get over him is to get under someone else.” He says leaning against the counter beside you. You shoot him a look over the rim of your cup.
“I don’t want to hook up with some random guy just to get over him.” You say, taking another sip of your drink. “Seems like a lot of work.” Beau laughs.
“Well let me eliminate the work for you.” He says lowly as he stands in front of you brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You laugh.
“What?” You say laughing in disbelief.
“I could help you get over him.” Beau says.
“By…by getting under you?” You ask stifling a laugh. Beau looks offended.
“Yes what’s so funny about that. You’re hot, I’m hot, let me help you get back in the game.” He says winking at you. You laugh before taking another sip of your drink. Beau was hot, and it had been a hot minute since you’d gotten off with an actual guy. Logan being the last. You consider his offer.
“Okay.” You say. Beau’s eyes widen.
“Really?” he says, a little too excited, like he didn’t expect you to actually say yes.
“Yeah?” he shoots back with that stupid, confident smirk that makes you want to either slap him or kiss him.
You roll your eyes, finishing your drink in one go before setting the empty cup down on the counter.
“Come on,” you mutter, grabbing him by the wrist.
Little did you know that one get back in the game hook-up would turn into something you couldn’t shake.
Present Day
John Logan POV
I sit beside Garrett and Hannah. It’s warm outside, but I feel like I’m on fire.
“Hey.” Hannah says. I give her a small wave and sit down, taking a look around. Pretentious rich people make up the majority of the crowd, though I guess I can’t judge them based on their income. Being a NHL player might just put me in that same category. No I’d never be the same as the generation wealth that she comes from, or Dean, or Beau.
“A lot of flowers.” I say, taking in all of the white flowers.
“Are you okay man? I’m sure this is weird for you.” Garrett says. I clear my throat.
“I’m happy for them.” I say. Hannah gives Garrett a look and I know they don’t believe it. I don’t believe because it’s not true. I’m dying inside.
Sophomore Year 2 months post hookup
It’s late when Dean calls you. He’s frantic over the phone.
“Get dressed. Get dressed I’m coming to get you.” He says. You can hear the sound of his turn signal and to wonder just how close he is to your dorm. You can tell by the tone of his voice something is wrong, really wrong.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, sleep clouding your senses as you reach for your glasses and fumble with a bra and pull on some sweatpants. You fell asleep in Beau’s crewneck last night. You switch the phone to speaker as you take the crewneck off to put on a bra before slipping it back on.
“It’s Beau.” Dean says voice grave. Your heart drops into your stomach. Your mind tries to catch up with what he just said.
“Wh-what happened?” You ask, voice shaky. There’s a silence on the other line.
“Dean. What happened?” You ask seriously.
“Beau’s been in an accident.” He says. An accident. An accident. An accident. A thousand questions swarm your mind.
“Wh-what kind? H-how?” You ask pulling on your Ugg boots and grabbing your coat. You see Dean’s car pulling up to the front of the dormitory.
“Car accident.” He says, the car stops and you reach for the handle. Hanging up the phone and sliding into the seat.
“Is he? Is-is he?” You can’t get the words out.
“Joanna said he alive, it’s bad, really bad.” Dean says. He’s trying to hold back tears. You’ve seen it before, when you were 12 and he was 13 and your grandpa died unexpectedly.
“How bad? Oh God, how bad?” You ask. Dean shakes his head.
“I-i don’t,” Dean begins. “I don’t know. Joanna said they were taking him to surgery.” He says. You put your hand over your mouth.
“Oh God.” You say. You blink, looking out the window as Dean whips into the hospital parking lot. The snow flies and you wonder if that had anything to do with Beau’s accident, the early snow had set in yesterday and while it wasn’t usual for November it was a little uncommon.
The walk from the parking lot into the hospital is a blur but Dean is able to navigate where he needs to go.
“Dean.” Joanna says. She looks to you. “You must be her.” You blink and turn to Dean. Joanna says your name.
“EMS said he kept saying your name.” She says shakily. You can hold back the tears they stream down your cheeks. You sit in the waiting room for what seems like forever. Beau’s parents are in his room Joanna informs you and Dean. You’re glad the hospital is at least making sure they’re comfortable while they wait. You sip your coffee, it’s close to 4 a.m. now. Beau’s mother comes out to the waiting room to find Joanna.
She stands up greeting her mother. “How is he?” She asks. Beau’s mother looks like she’s been crying, like she hasn’t stopped crying.
“He’s coming out of anesthesia, he…” she trails off. “He’ll never play again.” She says.
You and Dean let Joanna go see him first, she’s not gone long. Tears streaming down her face. You walk down the hallway with Dean, finding Beau’s room. 404 A.
“I can give you a minute.” Dean says. You mouth him a thank you and step into the room.
You step into the hospital room and everything in you goes still at the sight of him in the bed, he’s bruised, bandaged, and too quiet except for the steady beeping beside him. His leg is heavily wrapped, his arm casted, and for the first time Beau looks small. When his fingers twitch against the sheet and his eyes barely open to find you, your chest cracks all at once.
“Beau…” you whisper, coming to sit in the chair beside his bed.
“He-hey.” He says weakly. You reach for his hand. “I-I’m glad you…” he says drowsily.
“It’s okay Beau, you don’t have to talk right now.” You say taking his large hand in both of yours.
“I just kept thinking, I kept thinking…” he mumbles, tears welling in his eyes. “I kept thinking I was gonna die and all I could think about was how I wasn’t going to get to tell you how I’m in love with you.” He says, his brown eyes fixed on you.
“Beau.” You say, the tears you’ve been holding all night spilling down your cheeks.
“I love you so much it scares me.” Beau says giving your hand a weak squeeze.
“I love you too. God, I was so worried.” You breathe, you stand pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Lips please.” He says weakly. You let out a soft laugh pressing a kiss to his lips.
Present Day
The music starts and you look to Dean.
“I’ll drive the getaway car if you’re having second thoughts.” Dean says jokingly. You laugh.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” You say. The doors open and you can only see Beau standing at the end of the aisle. Your face lights in a smile.
3rd Person POV
John watches her reach Beau, watches Beau’s hand close around hers like he’s been holding his breath for months just to get to this moment. He grins at her, tears shining in his eyes. She’s smiling.Not nervous. Not uncertain. Not looking back. Just sure. And that’s what undoes him. Because John realizes, with a slow, sick kind of clarity, that he used to be the person she looked at like that. That at one point in time she imagine a life with him, a marriage, children.
Beau leans in, says something meant only for her, and she laughs. Her laugh is soft, her eyes teary, and she’s completely gone to him in a way John could never compete with. John forces his gaze down as they turn toward the officiant, like if he keeps watching he might actually sink into the ground below him. And the worst part isn’t that she didn’t choose him. It’s that she looks like choosing Beau was never even a question. He can’t be mad at her, can’t be unhappy that she’s a blushing bride, after all this is exactly what he wanted for her.
Oh thank goodness! I forget how long ago when I saw it but when I tell you it’s burned in my head omg and she tried to like soften the blow cause she KNEW he was gon say something shitty. I hope she did leave him. The power of the internet cause it seems to have given the push she needed
If it’s convo; ok so I haven’t watched the show but a TikTok, I think, came up and it’s Mika doing a podcast and her spouse basically shit talks her, if I recall he called her a bitch, like oof I hope she leaves him. Like the hosts of the podcasts the guy called his spouse the love of his life or something sweet and then this asshole says that and the hosts were just like 😳
If it’s a request; playboy dean fwb w Allie but then tuckers childhood friend (who is practically a chef w/out the title) transfers and dean removes himself from Allie cause he wants the childhood friend but Allie is still part of the friend group so she sees it all happening and (from my understand of the comments she didn’t want a relationship w him??? But if that wasn’t the case let’s pretend it is in this) is a little green
Oooh! I saw that TikTok! Talk about a red flag! 🚩
My TikTok sources tell me that she has called off their engagement though! So good for her she is a baddie and deserves to be treated as such! Pretty sure she’s dating the guy that plays Justin now! So good for her 👏👏👏
