Hi! Do you write angst? I am really craving some Dean Di Laurentis angst. Maybe he's dating reader to make Allie jealous? It's up to you how you end it, but you definitely need some grovelling. Thank you!
what happens when it turns out the man of your dreams is secretly only with you to make his ex-fling jealous?
Warnings: angst with a capital A! ambiguous ending, some swearing. wc: 1.6k. unedited
If someone had told you six months ago that youâd currently be dating the Dean Di Laurentis, star of the Briar University hockey team and well-known playboy, you wouldâve probably laughed to the point of tears.
Oh, how things can change so drastically.
Youâd met at a frat party, bumping into each other on accident. The alcohol held loosely in his grip sloshed out of the Solo cup upon impact, sending lukewarm beer down the front of your top.
âOh, fuck! Iâm so sorry, sweetheart.â Dean seemed apologetic, but the way his eyes subconsciously trailed down your now soaked top (and the black bra clearly visible) were anything but sorry.
You were starstruck as you let out a meek âItâs fine!â, scrambling to find napkins to wipe yourself down and appear decent again.
âHey, wait, I think I have an extra top upstairs. You can change into that if youâd like.â
âDo I want to make a guess as to why you have womenâs clothing in your room upstairs?â
His sly smirk in response was all the answer you needed.
âNope, never mind. Iâm just going to head home and take a shower or something. It was nice to meet you.â You whipped around, intent on making a beeline for the front door.
A strong, large hand wrapped around your wrist before you could go far. âHold on!â You turned around slowly, skepticism clear on your face. âItâs actually just one of my sisterâs shirts- she left it here the last time she came to visit. Would you please come change so I can get to know you better?â
You paused, thinking over both options. If he was just looking for a quickie, he found the wrong girl. On the other hand, you were covered in sticky beer and every crevice of your body smelled like it.
The gross feeling of the beer stuck to your skin won out. âFine, Iâll change. But no funny business. I mean it.â
Dean grinned like he had you right where he wanted you. In a sense, he truly did. âOf course, sweetheart. Lead the way.â
The two of you ended up talking until the early hours of the morning, ceasing conversation only when everyone else had gone home and the other guys were passed out in various spots around the house. True to his words, Dean never made any sexual advances toward you, remaining respectful and listening intently to what you were talking about.
Late night talking turned to coffee dates, which turned into lunch dates, ultimately ending in multiple dinner dates before you finally decided to call yourselves a couple.
Dean, surprisingly, was everything you wished for in a boyfriend. He was chivalrous, kind, and put you first before everything and everyone else. Youâd agreed to just keep the relationship light and fun, leaving the serious parts for a later time if you got there.
The pair of you were rapidly approaching the month mark of being together, and everything thus far had been amazing.
âWhy hello there, gorgeous.â A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind on the quad, pulling you backward into them and placing kisses down your neck. âFunny seeing you here.â
âDean, stop.â You giggled, squirming in his hold from the ticklish sensation. âYou knew Iâd be here! It was your idea to meet for lunch.â
âAnd what a fantastic idea it was.â He grabbed your hand, leading you over to a picnic table nearby, sliding food across the table before sitting beside you on the bench and throwing an arm around your shoulders.
As the two of you ate and chatted, you scanned the courtyard, people watching. There were a group of freshmen discussing their days, another couple making out on the opposite end of the quad, and at another table you could see Hannah and Allie, talking in hushed whispers.
You locked eyes with Hannah, grinning and sending her a wave. She sent a small wave in greeting back, Allie turning to see who she was looking at. You waved at her as well, expecting the same in return. Instead, you got a scathing glare and a small frown in response before she whipped her head back around.
Huh, that was weird. Allie and Hannah were besties, but you also occasionally hung around them. Youâd always had good times together, which made Allieâs sudden change in personality even more confusing.
âWell, thatâs odd.â You told Dean.
âYeah, sure.â He responded, but his voice sounded distracted. Upon looking at him, you noticed he wasnât staring at you- he was looking intently at Allie
âEverything okay?â
âWhat?â It was as if your question snapped him out of a daze. âOh, yeah, sorry about that. Just had my head in the clouds, I guess. Want some more fruit?â
âSure,â you responded, growing more suspicious at his suddenly flippant attitude.
As the two of you finished lunch, you couldnât help the sudden lump in your throat. Something odd had happened, and you were determined to find out one way or another. Even if that meant doing some deeper digging.
The night of Loganâs fundraiser rolled around quickly, a rare night off for you while Hannah and Allie took the shift at Maloneâs. You were still there, just in front of the bar rather than behind it.
Youâd seen Dean once or twice while you hung out with Dexter, but only fleeting moments, never once being able to sit and talk to each other.
âYou and Dean seem pretty cozy.â Dexter teased, nudging your shoulder lightly with his own.
âYeah, I guess you could say so.â You couldnât seem to wipe the giant, lovesick grin from your face.
âYou know, I was wondering how long this act between the two of you was going to last.â Birdie chimed in from his spot at a nearby table.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, smile slipping slightly from your face.
âI just mean youâre a great friend, is all. Dean and Allie had a good fling going before she broke it off. He was really heartbroken for a while.â
Dexter came to your defense quickly, questioning, âAnd what does that have to do with Y/N?â
âOh, câmon, guys, you can cut the act when itâs just us. The whole hockey team knows.â
âKnows what?â
âThey know about your little arrangement so he can get Allie back. Itâs all âAllie this, Allie thatâ when it comes to him in the locker room. Itâs totally working, too; she hasnât been able to stop watching the two of you like a hawk for the last month. Theyâll be back with each other by the end of the weekend, I guarantee it. Youâll be off the hook soon.â
At the dumbstruck looks on your and Dexterâs faces, Birdie froze.
ââŠoh shit, you werenât in on it?â
You turned, seeing nothing but red as you searched the crowd for the one person whoâd know could tell you where Dean was.
âBeau,â you shouted, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket. âWhereâs Dean?â
âOh, um,â he stuttered, clearly surprised by your sudden fury. âIâm not sure. Last I saw him, he was on stage announcing the raffle winners.â
He took in your expression, asking hesitantly, âDidâŠdid something happen?â
âHow long have you known?â
He winced. âSince the beginning.â
You released his jacket as if heâd burned you, whipping back around and searching for Dean, eyes wild.
âWait, Y/N, Iâm sorry! We can still talk about this!â His words were useless to you, only adding to the fire burning deep in your stomach.
Youâd caught him saying something about the photo booth, heading in that direction to see. As you approached, you noticed Deanâs familiar sneakers under the curtain.
Along with another pair of shoes facing him.
You tugged the curtain open, freezing as your worst fear came to life right before your very eyes. Dean and Allie were making out right there in the booth, closer than you ever thought possible.
They broke away at the sudden interruption, Deanâs eyes widening as he noticed the reason for the distraction.
âOh, shit, Y/N, wait!â
Not a chance in hell you were going to wait for him. You took off toward the front door, pushing your way out with force as tears streamed freely down your face in heavy sobs.
âBaby, please! Wait!â
âWhat the fuck do you want, Dean?â You screamed, shaking off his hand on your shoulder as you gasped for breath.
âI am so, so sorry. You werenât meant to see that in any way.â
âOh, so if I hadnât seen it then that wouldâve been fine? Give me a break.â
He winced at your sharp tone. âNo, absolutely not. I know Iâm an asshole, okay? I just didnât know what I wanted. What Allie and I had was great, but I really care about you and would never want to hurt you like I just did.â
âYeah, caring about me, my ass. I shouldâve known it was too good to be true. I wish I had never, ever gone out with you in the first place.â You seethed.
âLook, why donât we go inside and talk about this?â Â He noticed the gathering crowd around you, some whipping their phones out to record the spectacle. âCome on, honey.â
âI hope you figure out what you want, Dean.â You shook his hand off your arm, beginning to walk away. âIt just wonât be with me.â
As Dean watched you walk away, silent sobs making your shoulders shake, he couldnât help the way his heart shattered. He really had grown to feel for you over your time spent together, feeling more guilt with every meeting at the idea of breaking your own heart the way he just did. All this time, he had convinced himself that Allie was the woman he wanted.
Now, he wasnât so sure.
a/n: guys this broke my hearttttt :( been debating whether to just leave this as an angst- lmk if anyone would like a part two.
Hello again, Emmy! Would you be able to write a Garrett Graham x Reader fanfic based on the 1D song, âlast first kissâ? I just think it would be so cute and Iâm in desperate need of Garrett Graham fanfics, please and thank you
Garrett may not have been your first kiss, but he's determined to be your last. If only he could just tell you, his best friend, you're it for him.
wc: 1.4k
The credits of the movie you and Garrett had been watching rolled across your laptop screen, pizza box at the foot of the bed and empty plates on his nightstand.
Garrett himself was in a huge, major predicament. Somewhere between the final action scene and the ending, youâd fallen asleep against his side. His heart felt like it was beating right out of his chest, thoughts racing at a mile a minute. Â Â
He couldnât believe you were here, in his arms, like this.
Youâve been friends for as long as Garrett could remember in his college days, being there for each other through thick and thin. Somewhere along the way, the line between friends and something else had blurred in his head, making it almost impossible to be around you without becoming anxious and wishing so desperately that you were his.
He closed the laptop with one arm, leaving the other around you and shifting lower on the bed. He wrapped himself around you from behind, willing himself to relax and sinking deeper into the bed upon smelling your perfume.
How do you tell your best friend youâre so in love with them that it feels like you canât breathe when theyâre not around?
Thatâs a question he so wished heâd be able to answer- and soon.
âI just donât understand all these equations and shit. History is where itâs at for me.â Garrett groaned from his spot across from you in the library.
The two of you both had been forced to take a math class as a prerequisite, choosing to put it off for as long as you could before taking the course together.
âI know, but at least youâve got me here to help you with it.â You laughed softly. âWhat would you do without me?â
âI donât know, and I donât even want to think about it.â He meant that much more than you thought he did. There wasnât a single universe where he didnât want you right by his side in whatever way he could have you.
âMe, either.â You gave him a soft smile that turned his legs to jelly, looking back down at your textbook as he tried to control his breathing.
Heâd tell you how he felt soon, he swore it.
The bass of the song coursing through the speakers rattled Garrett to his core. Normally he wouldnât be bothered by such things, but when he was feeling a twang of jealousy deep within himself, every little thing added up to piss him off more.
You were also at this party, but you found yourself happily chatting it up with one of the guys on the football team instead of him. You normally stuck to Garrettâs side at parties, and while he knew he didnât control you, heâd be a fool to say it didnât hurt a little to see you with another guy.
He took one last swig of his beer, setting it down a little too forcefully on the counter before heading your way.
âHey, gorgeous, there you are.â Garrett smirked, sliding up next to you so you were shoulder to shoulder. âMissed you back there. James, right? Good to see you, man.â
âItâs Jordan.â The man grumbled back, clearly annoyed at his conversation with you getting interrupted.
âRight, John.â He turned his attention fully on you, bumping your shoulder. âHey, I was thinkin about heading out of here soon. You coming with me?â
You glanced between the two of them nervously. âUh, Jordan and I were talking. Iâll probably head out a little later with Allie or something.â
âOh, alrighty then.â He tried desperately to ignore the nagging instinct to just sweep you up and tell you how he really felt. âWell, I guess Iâll see you later, then.â He clapped Jordan on the shoulder he passed. âHave a nice night, Jimmy.â
As Garrett exited the frat house and headed toward his jeep, he couldnât help but to mentally kick himself. If he had just told you how he felt sooner, you wouldnât be so close to Jack-Joseph-Jordan right now. Youâd be close to him.
He ran a hand through his curls frustratedly as he slid into the driverâs seat, vowing that tomorrow would be the day heâd express how madly in love he is with you.
Tomorrow came around and Garrett had chickened out.
The two of you were on a grocery store run, picking up food and other necessities for both your shared dorm with Hannah and Allie and his shared house. As you shopped, you happened to stumble across one of the female freshmen in the cereal aisle.
âOh my gosh!â she squealed, running closer. âItâs you two! One of the hottest pairs on campus! You two are so couple goals.â
âOh, weâre not-â
âThanks so much-â
The two of you responded simultaneously, shooting each other confused glances at the vastly different answers.
You laughed awkwardly, but the freshman was already backing away before you could answer again.
âWell, I should leave the two of you alone now.â She smiled, whipping her phone out to no doubt text her friends that she had seen the Garrett Graham and Y/N Y/L/N in public together. âHave a great night!â
Garrett turned to face you, trying to read your expression, but your head was buried in the written shopping list.
âSo, now we need to go grab some eggs.â
He trailed behind you like a lost puppy, heart at war with his head. If he told you he loved you, would you run away? Or would you be willing to stay?
His thread of barely held restraint snapped one night after a particularly brutal hockey practice. Garrett came home bruised on every available inch of skin, sore muscles aching and feet desperately screaming for rest.
As he climbed the steps to his bedroom, his interest piqued. Lights were on in his room, the faint scent of what seemed to be lavender or something soothing wafting toward him. He also caught the sound of running water faintly from the direction of his bathroom. Â
He opened his door cautiously, relief seeping into every fiber of his being at the sight of you. You seemed to have that calming effect on him- like a balm that covered all his worries and troubles.
âWhatâs all this?â Garrett called out softly.
You jumped, startled at the voice of the man you hadnât heard enter due to the running water. âGarrett! Donât do that to me! I couldâve had a heart attack or something.â
âThatâs highly unlikely.â He responded, stripping himself of all his hockey attire. âMissed you so much. Whatâs all this?â He gestured toward the bathroom and at the various supplies covering his bed.
You blushed. âOh, this is nothing. I just know youâve been pushing yourself extra hard lately, and even captains deserve to be pampered. Iâve got an Epsom salt bath running with some lavender candles lit, your favorite takeout is staying warm in the oven, I brought some ointments and first aid supplies to help with any particularly severe injuries.â You shrugged. âLeast I could do.â
Garrett felt the rush of a hundred different emotions hit him all at once. Love, awe, adoration- nothing but pure joy at the thought of his favorite girl doing so much for him without batting an eye.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he stood abruptly, dropping everything in his hands to stand mere inches away from you.
âYouâre the greatest woman Iâve ever met in my life. I canât believe how lucky I am to have found you. It all makes sense now.â
He grabbed the edge of your jacket, pulling you in so the two of you stood chest to chest.
âI canât wait anymore. When Iâm older and these days are behind me, thereâs one constant I see in my future. Itâs you, baby. I may not have been your very first kiss, but will you let me have the honor of being your last first kiss?â
Your grin nearly blinded him. âWell, why didnât you just say so?â
You pulled him down to you by the back of his neck, joining your lips in what was sure to be the first of many, many kisses together.
Sure, Garrett Graham may not have been your first kiss, but one thing was for certain- he was sure to be your last, your forever, and that was what really mattered after all.
hii!! i donât know exactly how i would like to see this go lol but i would like to see a tucker fic where maybe him and reader get into an argument that leads to reader giving him the silent treatment, and tucker is just groveling trying to get reader to talk to him or just look at him. but overall just fluff with a happy ending :)
it's too bad Tucker missed date night. What's a girl to do other than give him the silent treatment as revenge? Only one problem...he just won't stand for it. Based on this request.
wc: 1.8k
It had been the week from hell for both you and Tucker.
Youâd been slammed with your job and schoolwork. Likewise, Tuckerâs schedule was loaded with hockey practices, making it virtually impossible for the two of you to hang out or go on a date.
Both of you were feeling the distance, aching to be together again and scanning your schedules repeatedly in the event of a day when both of you were free finally opened.
That free time just so happened to be Saturday night. Tuckerâs hockey game was Friday night, the team was allowed to rest the day after, and you were off work, which meant a long-awaited dinner date was on the horizon.
Youâd had an everything shower, done your hair, your makeup, and pulled out one of your nicest outfits. As the time passed, you kept checking your phone, anxiously awaiting Tuckerâs arrival and growing more concerned as minutes passed.
hey honey, you still on your way?
beginning to get a little worried here lol
hellooooo? earth to tuckerâŠ
Each text remained unanswered, only adding to your concerns.
please answer me when you see this
You laid on your bed, anxiously awaiting a response, eyelids growing heavier with each passing hour. Each buzz of a notification filled you with false relief, disappointment growing each time you realized it wasnât a response from your boyfriend.
At some point during your waiting, you fell into a fitful sleep, mind racing with thoughts of Tucker and concerned if he was okay.
You awoke to sharp knocks on your door.
âBaby?â you heard your boyfriendâs familiar voice from outside your dorm room. âHey, itâs me. Iâve got practice, remember?â
You glanced at your phone. Shit. You always accompanied Tucker to his hockey practices on Sundays, today being no exception.
You felt anger simmering deep within, threatening to burst out and burn everyone in its path, particularly the man who created your displeasure in the first place. With a frustrated sigh, you wiped the remnants of sleep from your eyes before pulling yourself out of bed.
As you pulled the door open, you noticed Tucker standing a foot away with his hands in his pockets. His lips pulled into a bright grin the second he saw you, like they normally did, which almost erased your bad mood entirely.
Almost.
âYou ready, sweet girl?â At the lack of enthusiasm on your face, he faltered momentarily. âEverything okay...Why are you in a dress?â
âI donât know John, why am I in a dress?â You snipped.
âWoah, why the first name basis? Did I do something wrong?â
âWhy yes, you certainly did.â
He gave you a surprised look, almost laughing at how confused he was at your mood. âUh, okay? Mind telling me what I did wrong so I can fix it?â
âWhat was yesterday, Tuck?â
âSaturday.â He said it like he couldnât believe you were asking such a basic question.
âYes, very observant. What was supposed to happen last night?â
âThe frat party?â He guessed. âThey were helping us celebrate moving on to the Frozen Four championship.â
âNo, John, something else was supposed to happen.â You gestured down at yourself. âMy hair and makeup are done, Iâm wearing my favorite outfit, I put on the perfume you loveâŠâ
A sudden burst of realization came to him. âShit! Date night!â
âYeah, date night.â You scoffed, heading to the kitchen to make yourself a light breakfast.
âBaby, I am so, so sorry.â The regret in his tone was palpable, but it did nothing to ease the ache of frustration in your heart.
âYeah, I know youâre sorry. Just go to practice.â
âWow, so weâre not even going to talk about this? It was the night after one of the biggest moments of my college career.â
âThereâs nothing to talk about!â You shouted. âYou missed our one chance at a date night for the next month! I was looking forward to it because we havenât spent time together in ages, Tuck. Now itâs going to be even longer before we can even think about date night again.â
âHoney, donât you think youâre overreacting a bit?â He eased, trying to diffuse the situation.
The bagel in your hand almost went soaring right at his head. âNo! You let me down. Just go to practice, John. I donât want to talk about it anymore.â
He headed in the direction of your front door reluctantly, glancing behind him before he left. âI love you, baby. I really am so sorry.â
Your silence only deepened his regret, leaving him with a gaping hole in his heart and a silent vow to make things right as he shut your dorm door behind him.
Later, your group sat at lunch together at the boysâ house. Everyone gathered around the table as Tucker finished cooking the food, setting everything out before taking his seat next to yours.
âHi, baby. How was your morning?â
Silence.
âI love your outfit today. Really compliments those big, beautiful eyes of yours.â
Nothing.
The rest of the table seemed to have caught on to the uncomfortable vibes, doing their best to try and interject.
âSo, Y/N, how was that test you said was super difficult?â Hannah asked. âI hope it was easier than you thought it would be.â
âOh yeah, it actually wasnât that bad at all.â You responded, launching into a full discussion about the material and the course itself.
Beside you, Tucker deflated. You were really going to give him the silent treatment now? The pat on the back he received from Garrett and sympathetic look from Logan only made him feel worse.
He wracked his brain on ideas for how to get you to forgive him, coming up with cliches and other ideas that fell short. It was intended to just be a chill day at the house, which left him hoping that something worthwhile would come to him at some point.
âWhat the fuck, man! Iâve tried everything!â Tucker vented to Logan in the kitchen hours later. âI got her favorite coffee, I offered a foot massage, I even offered to take her on a book shopping spree. She still wonât talk to me.â
âThose are all pretty decent ideas, bro, but Iâm pretty sure she wants you to show her you care without all the materialistic stuff.â Logan supplied.
âAnd how do I do that? Build her a house or something? Sure, let me run to Home Depot and buy some wood real quick. Iâll get started on that right away.â
The pointed look from his friend he received in response made Tucker backtrack quickly.
âI didnât mean that. Iâm just really stressed and I want her to talk to me. Sheâs the center of my universe, man, I canât lose her just because I fucked up date night.â
Logan placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. âYouâre not going to lose her, Tuck. If thereâs anything obvious about the two of you, itâs that youâre deeply in love. If you show her youâre truly sorry, sheâll forgive you.â
Tucker glanced back toward the couch where you sat laughing with Hannah and Allie, a soft look overtaking his features. He couldnât lose you over something like this. He wouldnât.
âYeah, I hope so.â
You were sprawled out on the couch later that night, everyone else having gone either outside or upstairs to their respective rooms. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss your boyfriend deeply, but you werenât ready to forgive him until he was willing to put in the same amount of effort you did.
You missed the shadow that came across the couch, shocked by the person suddenly plopping themselves down entirely on top of you.
âOuch! Hey, get off me!â You groaned, thrashing in their hold as the personâs head rested on your chest and their arms came around your waist.
âNope, not until you talk to me.â Tuckerâs muffled voice responded, sounding entirely too smug with himself.
âTucker, I swear, let me go right now or Iâll-â
âYouâll what?â he teased, lifting his head so you were face to face. âKiss me? Tell me off? Kick me in the nuts?â
âTempting.â
âWell, now that Iâve got your attention again, I figured now would be best to tell you just how much of a sorry ass I really am.â He pulled himself off and sat up on the couch, pulling you up with him.
âI know Iâve been busy. I also know thatâs not an excuse whatsoever.â He grasped both of your hands in his. âIt was never my intention to make you feel unimportant. Youâre the best part of my day, the first thing I think of when I open my eyes and the last thing I think of at night, and my reason for being. I could go on for ages, but above all else, I never want you to doubt my love for you or how much I prioritize you above all else.â
You hesitated, âYou know I love you more than anything, Tucker. I just want to know that you prioritize our relationship as much as I do.â
âI do, baby. Youâre my everything, my number one priority.â
âWell then, I guess weâre back on speaking termsâŠfor now.â You joked, smile giving away your tough act entirely.
He shoved you backward, attacking your neck in kisses and tickling your sides. âBrat.â After relishing in your sweet laughter for a minute, he pulled back. âDid you even notice what I was doing behind you?â
You peeked over the edge of the couch, surprise and joy intermixing within you. âWhat is that?â
âOur date.â He replied, standing up and offering his hand to pull you off the couch.
The table had been set like a restaurant, fancy tablecloth and cutlery all perfectly placed. Rose petals surrounded the setup, candles burning in the middle of the table, with the delicious aroma of something cooking in the oven wafting through the house.
âYou didnât have to do all of this,â you gasped, touched by the gesture.
âNonsense. Of course I did, baby. Only the absolute best for my girl.â
As he led you by the hand to your seat, you couldnât help but tug him back in toward you, lifting a hand to his neck and pulling your lips together.
His hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you slightly as the kiss deepened. You felt pure joy burrowing deep in your chest and expanding outward, reaching from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. This was where you belonged.
As he set you down and the two of you broke apart for air, you shared a look full of adoration. You could see the pure, unadulterated love pooling in his eyes, and you were sure he could see the same in yours.
âShall we?â Tucker prompted, keeping one arm around your waist as he gestured to the dining table.
You were never surer of anything in your life; Tucker was truly, undeniably the only man youâd ever need. There was one thing swirling in your mind as you looked up at him:
I could do this for a long time with you. Maybe forever.
âLetâs do it.â
a/n: he's so underrated :( likes, comments, and reblogs all appreciated! let me know what you think <3 requests are open!
thinking about fluffffffy john logan x reader who has really bad periods where he hasn't seen/heard from her all day and eventually finds her in his bed wearing his clothes and he just takes care of her đ„č
Summary: Your period cramps have rendered you bedridden, but lucky for you, Logan knows just how to soothe your problems.
Warnings: none besides some swearing <3 fem!reader. unedited 1.3k words
John Logan is a man who doesnât startle easily. Maybe itâs because of his childhood, maybe itâs just his personality, but not much truly makes him anxious anymore.
Not much besides his girlfriend failing to answer his texts and calls for long periods of time, that is.
He started his messages earlier that morning, beginning with his usual good morning paragraph and a few extra little updates, before progressing to texts like are you alright? and whatâs going on, baby?
sweetheart, Iâm getting a little worried here
is something wrong?
text or call me when you can.
All remained unanswered, only adding to his concerns.
Logan eventually found Allie and Hannah heading out of a class, stopping them in the hall to see if theyâd heard anything from you today.
âLet me check,â Hannah whipped her phone from her back pocket, scrolling for a moment as her face grew more concerned. âNope, nothing. Thatâs weird, I normally get a snap or text from her by now.â
âShe told me last night her stomach was starting to bug her. Maybe she just took the day off or something to get some rest.â Allie added.
âThanks, ladies. Iâll try calling her again and see if she answers this time.â
As he stepped away, Logan hoped his nerves hadnât made his voice shake like they were turning his insides to jelly.
His call once again went unanswered, but this time, it went straight to voicemail. No dial tone to haunt him, only the distinct sound of your voice telling him to call back later. Oh, Iâll call later, alright.
Logan sighed, shooting a text to Garrett that heâd be skipping the class they shared that afternoon, before hopping in his truck and driving in the direction of your dorm.
Heâd just found a parking spot and had his hand on the door handle when his phone buzzed in his jacket. He pulled it out faster than he thought possible, checking anxiously and hoping it was you finally responding.
Fuck, definitely not you. It was Dean.
yo, dude, ur girlâs here
feel bad, she looks like death
didnât greet us or anything when I answered, just took off up the stairs toward ur room
maybe come check on her? she was grabbing her stomach
Logan let out a small sigh of relief, his stomach now twisting for an entirely different reason. Nothing had happened to you, but it was obvious that you were still in pain.
He told Dean heâd be right there, starting the truck again and heading in the direction of his shared home to help his girl.
As Logan entered the house, laden with bags filled with care products on both arms, he headed upstairs in the direction of his bedroom. The guys were playing video games on the couch, making it loud, but when he approached his door, he noticed how quiet it had gotten.
He poked his head inside, trying to assess the situation before entering the room, and the sight before him nearly broke his heart right in two.
You were curled up in the center of his bed, wearing only one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his boxers. The only light came from under the closed bathroom door, the fan he had for if you needed white noise whirring softly in the corner.
What hurt him the most, however, was seeing the discomfort clearly written across your face. You had your arms wrapped tightly around your stomach like a barrier, shifting uncomfortably in your sleep every so often.
When Loganâs girl hurt, he hurt too.
âOh, my sweet girl.â He cooed, slipping through the door and shutting it softly behind him. He set the bags on his desk chair, moving toward you and brushing your hair out of your face in gentle caresses.
You stirred awake at the contact, flipping on your side to face Logan.
He bent down to your level, cupping your face in one of his hands and greeting. âHey, baby. How are you feeling? Does your stomach hurt?â
You nodded weakly, trying to sit up with a grimace but being pushed back down gently. âYeah, itâs just my period. My cramps are killing me today- they havenât traveled to my back like this in a long time. Feels like my stomachâs a punching bag right now.â
You glanced at the clock on his bedside table, realizing what time it was and meeting Loganâs gaze once more.
âWait! Itâs 12:30! Why arenât you in class right now?â
The soft look he gave you in response almost erased any thoughts you had about your cramps to begin with, but the sharp, aching twangs that resumed in your stomach pulled you right back into the moment.
âCouldnât let my girl sit here in agony while I wasted my afternoon in a boring as hell class.â
He reached behind him toward one of the bags, pulling out a bottle of Ibuprofen and grabbing a water bottle from his bedside. When you paused for a moment and didnât automatically reach for the medicine in his palm, he gave you a sheepish smile and a shrug.
âGoogle told me Ibuprofen is the best for cramps. A girl in the tampon and pad aisle told me the same thing when I asked.â He rambled. âI just kind of figured you may be on your period. But if you wanted something else or you prefer a different medication, I can happily go back and grab it, or if you just want me to get lost-â
âLogan,â you interrupted softly, easing his worries by grabbing the medicine and water with a sweet smile. âItâs perfect. Thank you for thinking of me.â
âAlways.â His response was instant. âHow could I not? Youâre my favorite person on the planet- Iâll always look after you.â
With that, he turned around, pulling everything else out of the bag. A heating pad belt with warming spots for both your stomach and back, your favorite candy, snacks and drinks, a migraine cap in case your head was bothering you, and fuzzy socks all were included.
Logan grabbed the socks first, placing them on your feet to help with maximum comfort.
âCovers or no covers?â He asked, reaching for the corner of his bedspread.
âNo covers. Iâll get too warm and itâs too heavy for me right now.â
He grabbed his lightest, comfiest blanket from the pile by his bedpost instead, cocooning you in it with a kiss pressed to your forehead.
âPerfect blanket for the most perfect girl.â
He placed the snacks, drinks, and candy on his bedside table, putting the migraine cap closest to the bed in case you needed it soon.
He took a moment to change his own clothes, vowing that if you were going to be in bed for the rest of the night, thereâs no place heâd rather be than by your side.
Youâd flipped back over on your other side as he changed, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide right up behind you in bed.
Logan slid under the blanket and spooned you from behind, both hands wrapping around your waist. Your feet were tucked between his calves, warming them as kisses were pressed to your hair. He put his palms flat on your stomach, gently massaging the area and occasionally reaching a hand around to massage your aching back.
The comfort from his hands that absolutely radiated heat instantly brought you the relief youâd been seeking for the last 12+ hours.
âCould stay like this forever,â he mumbled, âRight here, holding you. Just me and my girl, no other care in the world. If I could take your pain from you and make myself suffer instead, Iâd do it in a heartbeat.â
You knew that he absolutely meant it with every fiber of his being. The two of you had established long ago that you were it for each other. Your pain was his pain; your joy was his joy.
âI love you, baby. Get some rest. Iâll be here when you wake up.â
As his ministrations lulled you into a peaceful slumber despite the aching in your lower stomach, you knew that Logan would do this forever. He would always be your safe space, your protector.
Your home.
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a/n: guys... i've never had cramps before on my periods so i hope this is still okay enough. likes, comments, and reblogs are all appreciated! let me know what you think!
b. Ex-fwb turned enemies, but Dean wants her still. He did something to screw up and ended it. He yearns for her and works to get her back and make her really his.
Your on-again, off-again friendship, AKA friends with benefits situation, with Dean is great, but you want more. Too bad Dean doesn't want the same thing...or does he?
Warnings: none besides suggestive content! dean does a whoooole lotta groveling. fem!reader. unedited- 3k words.
The type of relationship you and Dean Di Laurentis have isâŠinteresting, to say the least.
Youâd been unlikely friends since the beginning of college. He went to you with all his problems regarding hockey, and you enjoyed the company he brought.
Eventually, things began to shift between the two of you. Youâd often catch him staring at you, unmistakable heat and lust in his eyes, and youâd be lying if you said it didnât make you tingle with need. The friends with benefits arrangement that inevitably followed was easy and fun.
Until you caught feelings, that was. Now, you stayed for the sex and good times in bed, but your heart yearned for something else. Something more. You wanted all of the lovey dovey stuff that came with a relationship.
You wanted it all with Dean.
You laid flat on your back on Hannahâs bed, ranting about yet another failed opportunity to tell Dean how you truly felt.
âI was going to tell him I loved him last night, but I got choked up when he did that thing with his tongue and I totally forgot all sense of rational thought!â
She grimaced. âYeah, thatâll do it to you. So whatâs your game plan now?â
âI donât know, Han. I just canât ever seem to find the words to say how I really feel.â
She sat back against her headboard, pondering how you could tell Dean your feelings without making a fool of yourself. An idea flashed in her head, and she sat up suddenly with a gasp.
âHey! Weâre all meeting up for lunch at the quad later. Why donât you stop by after classes? Heâs out of his class first, so youâll be able to catch him alone and tell him then.â
âAlright, that may work.â You seemed to genuinely appreciate the suggestion. âThat way, if he rejects me, I have an easy exit after.â
âThatâs the spirit! Iâll be there too to have your back either way, and regardless of what happens, youâre still the best person I know. Dean, or any other guy on campus, would be super lucky to have you as their girlfriend.â
You gave a small smile, mumbling a small, âYeah, I sure hope so.â
You clutched your notebook tightly to your chest, scanning the quad for the sixth time in the last two minutes. Still no sign of Dean. Your anxiety grew with each passing moment, feeling a lump forming in your throat and the notebook starting to slip from your slippery palms.
Just as you were about to chicken out and head in the other direction, you saw a tall, muscular blond man enter from the opposite end of the courtyard, immediately knowing it was him.
As he approached the meeting spot Hannah had told you about, you took a deep breath to steady yourself and headed in his direction.
Instead of the warm welcome you were expecting, you were met with a panicked look on Deanâs face and a hushed, âWhat are you doing here?â
You met his nervous stare with a confused smile. âIâm here to see you, silly. Wanted to talk to you for a minute.â
His eyes darted around, checking to see if anyone had been watching the two of you.
âYou shouldnât be here.â
The smile on your face fell as quickly as it had appeared. âWhat?â
âY/N, we had a deal. I offered you a good time in private if we spared the public from all the gross romantic shit. Iâm supposed to be a good time, not a long time, remember? If people see us together too often, theyâll think weâre locked down or something.â
âWell, what if I decided I wanted more? What if I told you I wanted the âgross romantic shitâ?â
âThen Iâd say youâre looking at the wrong guy.â
âGod, Dean, you make it sound like Iâm the least desirable girl on campus. Would being with me for real really be so bad?â
He sighed, looking down and pinching the bridge of his nose before bringing his gaze back up to yours.
âYeah, it would be.â
You gasped, breath getting caught as you felt your heart breaking. You could see the rest of your joint friend group approaching from behind Dean, only having it in you to squeak out an âOh.â
Tears welled in your eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment. You spun on your heel right after catching Hannahâs confused stare, taking off in the opposite direction toward your dorm.
From behind you, you could hear Deanâs âY/N, hey, wait, we need to talk about this!â, followed by Loganâs âWhat the hell did you do, man?â, but their words didnât deter you. In fact, they only made you run faster.
Your lungs burned once you made it to your dorm room, collapsing on your bed in a heap and finally letting your tears fall in silent sobs.Â
You were a fool for thinking Dean could ever love you like that. You were a good fuck and a place to vent; that was all youâd ever be.
In the days following the incident, Dean tried to reach you in any way he could. It started with phone calls, leaving long voicemails begging you to pick up and talk to him. After that came the texts.
DUMB EVIL ASSHOLE NONUTS: hey, can we talk?
Iâm so, so sorry baby
I didnât mean any of what I said
I was stupid and scared, but Iâm not scared anymore
just pick up the phone when you get the chance, ok?
The new contact name had been Allieâs idea, and you couldnât help but smile slightly whenever you saw it. Regardless, his texts and calls remained unanswered.
When both of those methods failed him, Dean tried sending his buddies to talk to you in the hopes of creating a peace offering.
âHey, Y/N, funny seeing you here.â Tucker greeted you, speed walking to catch up to your pace.
âRespectfully, Tucker, cut the shit. I take this path to class every single day. What are you here for?â
âIâm asking you to hear Dean out.â He winced at your immediate scoff. âHeâs really sorry for what he did and regrets it daily. All he talks about is you.â
âYeah, well he can keep talking about me all he wants. He made it very clear that heâs only in it for a hookup.â
Tucker went to say something else, but you cut him off before he could continue pleading Deanâs case.
âListen, Iâve gotta get to class. Itâs great you guys want us back together, but I honestly donât see it happening again. Hope to see you around- take care.â With that, you began your walk to the last morning class on your schedule, also known as the only one you shared with Dean.
As you settled into your seat and pulled your journal to scan through your notes, you saw someone sit in the seat directly next to yours in your peripheral vision. Upon one whiff of the familiar cologne, you sighed, not daring to raise your gaze at the unwelcomed man.
âWhat do you want, Dean?â
âHello to you too, sunshine. Just wanted to see my favorite girl on this fine morning. I brought your favorite, too.â Your favorite drink slid across the table to you.
âI donât feel like talking to you right now. Or ever, for that matter.â
He sighed, turning in his seat to face you completely. âI know what I did was incredibly shitty. I regret every second of that interaction, believe me. Iâve never been in a serious relationship before, but for you, Iâm ready to try. I was a coward and donât deserve your forgiveness in the slightest. Thereâs one thing I know for certain, though.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âIâll wait as long as it takes for you to trust me again. If it takes a day, a month, hell, even a year, Iâm still going to be here. Say the word and Iâm yours completely.â
You glanced sideways at him questioningly. âAnd what if Iâm never ready?â
He paused, looking taken aback by your question.
âThen I donât get you back and live with the fact that Iâve ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. But Iâll still always be grateful for the time I was almost yours.â
âThatâs it?â
âOh, fuck no.â Deanâs lips fell into a deep frown. âIâll regret it the rest of my life and be always wish for what couldâve been between us. But Iâd rather you be happy, regardless of whether thatâs with or without me.â
You closed your notebook, turning so you were face to face. âLook, Iâm really glad you had a change of heart and realized you fucked up, but I donât think Iâm ready to entertain the idea of us being together for real yet. I deserve time to find who I am as a person and think about where my future could go.â
âThatâs completely understandable. Just do me a favor, if or when youâre ready, give me a call. Iâll be right here waiting.â
As the lesson began and you ceased your conversation, a small flutter began in your heart once more that became impossible to ignore.
Something that felt a lot like hope.
When Dean promised you heâd let you find yourself, that didnât mean stopping the gestures and acts of love to prove he was still thinking about you.
He knocked on your dorm door twice a week, handing you flowers with a bright smile before turning and walking right back down the hall without a word. Some had notes on them; nothing crazy, just sayings like a simple have an amazing week, gorgeous or thinking of you.
He still went to parties with his friends but didnât engage with the many women throwing themselves at him like he used to. That, of course, brought a buzz amongst students, many of them questioning who the mystery woman could be stealing his attention away.
âDid you hear about Dean?â You overheard a sophomore gossiping with her friend in hushed whispers. âHe hasnât had sex with anyone in weeks. Months, even. Lisa told me she wore her shortest skirt that made him fold last time and he didnât even look twice at her!â
âDamn, heâs a changed man.â Her friend responded. âI really wonder what, or who, managed to take his attention away from the playboy life.â
âMust be someone really important to him. If only it couldâve been me, right?.â
Their conversation devolved into giggles from there, but you couldnât find it in you to see anything humorous about the situation.
Heâd given up sex? For you? That wasnât a point of conversation or a rule set when your fling ended. Both of you had come to a mutual agreement that you could see other peopleâŠor so you thought.
You caught Dean later on his way to practice, gear slung over his shoulder as he headed for the doors of the rink.
âHey, wait up!â
He turned, confused look giving way to a smile when he saw it was you approaching him.
âOh, hey, baby, didnât expect to see you here.â
âWhy arenât you sleeping with other women?â
âWoah, getting straight to the point, I see.â His chuckle that followed only angered you more.
âIâm serious here, Dean! Why is everyone on campus buzzing about how you havenât slept with a girl in ages?â
âThatâs easy, itâs because I havenât.â
âBut why?â
âLook,â he stepped closer, dropping his bag onto the ground beside him. âI donât know how many times Iâm going to have to tell you, baby: youâre the only one for me. Iâm not interested in sleeping with other women because theyâre not you. Thereâs no situation, no scenario, where youâre not my happy ending.â
Dean closed the distance between the two of you, cupping the side of your face in one hand and gripping your waist in the other. He leaned down so you were eye level, faces dangerously close.
âSay you donât want me too. Tell me youâre not mine like Iâm wholeheartedly yours, and Iâll back off forever.â
Your breath hitched, scrambling to sort your racing thoughts.
âI-I⊠you know I canât.â
He backed off with that stupid grin of his, having caught you right where he wanted.
âWhenever youâre ready, sweetheart. Itâs your call.â With that, he picked his bag back up, turning and finally heading through the doors and into his practice.
That night, you tossed and turned in bed, restless at the thought of him. You went back and forth, alternating between hating his guts and wanting to see him for the rest of your days right by your side.
Around 3 AM, you had a moment of clarity. You were tired of denying yourself the opportunity to be happy.
You were ready to be with Dean for real, once and for all.
The day had come at last- the finals of the Frozen Four. Also known as the Olympic gold medal game equivalent of college hockey.
You had limited contact with Dean after your interaction a week ago, sending each other small smiles in the halls and occasionally bumping into each other on campus or in your joint class; the time for your own gesture of love grew near. What better time to tell the love of your life that theyâre it for you too than at the biggest game of their season?
Hannah squealed as you exited your bedroom, noticing the blue #66 jersey you were wearing.
âOh, that man is going to flip out.â
Youâd never worn anything of his in public before, choosing to respect his wishes of wanting to remain private. The jersey had been an accidental keepsake, something you wore after a particularly passionate night together that youâd forgotten to return. It sat hidden in the back of your closet until now.
âYou think?â Your nerves shone through your voice. âI just donât know if this is too much or not.â
âY/N/N, itâs clear as day that the two of you are completely head over heels for each other. You, cheering him on, wearing his jersey, at the most important game of his college career is only going to make him love you more.â
âAlright, Han, if you say so.â You took a deep, steady breath, smoothing your hands down the front of the jersey. âI think itâs about time we head out, donât you agree? Iâve got a hockey player to confess to.â
You sat on one of the bleachers a few rows behind the ice, sandwiched between Allie and Hannah. Beau sat to Hannahâs left, shooting you a smirk every now and then as he watched you fidget with your hands.
Beau opened his mouth to retort, but the lights dimmed, signaling the introduction of the players.
As the announcer introduced the Briar University Hawks, the arena erupted in enthusiastic cheers. The players took the ice one by one, and as Dean skated forward, you swore you could feel your heart stop.
He waved, scanning the crowd before ultimately spotting you. His demeanor shifted entirely, stopping in his tracks momentarily.
You sent him a shy smile, and it was if a switch flipped. He immediately became twice as pumped, pointing in your direction and sending you a wide smile before entering their starting lineup.
When he pointed to you, you couldnât care less about the hundreds of people now staring directly at you. The only thing that truly mattered was being here, supporting your favorite guy, and watching Briar U take the championship.
As the game progressed, Dean was on fire. His assists were all perfect, and he managed to score two goals of his own. After each one, heâd point right back at you as you jumped up and down and dedicated each goal to you.
The final buzzer sounded- Briar won 6-4.
The team rushed to the ice, cheering and hollering as they huddled in the middle. As you walked to the end of the row where the gate was that led out, you saw Dean standing still at the corner of the rink.
He seemed to hesitate for a brief moment, tossing his hockey stick at Tucker and setting his helmet on the ground before skating with a purpose toward the connecting gate.
âHey, man, donât you wanna celebrate?â Garrett called from the center of the ice.
âI got my girl, dude. Thatâs all the celebration I need.â
As if you could read his mind, the two of you reached the gate at the same moment. Instead of pushing it open like you thought he would, he grabbed your waist instead, hoisting you up and into his arms.
âYou did it!â You grabbed his face in both hands, smiling up at him.
âYouâre wearing my jersey.â
âYes, very observant of you, Dean.â
âDoes this mean-â
âI think youâve waited long enough, donât you think?â
He smiled, but instead of going to kiss you like you thought he would, he brought his forehead to yours instead.
âIf we do this, just know that this is it. You and I, forever. Nobody else. Until weâre old and wrinkled.â
You laughed. âYes, until weâre old and wrinkled. I choose you, Dean.â
He exhaled like heâd been holding his breath the entire time you were talking, muttering an, âI love you so fucking much.â Before finally, finally bringing your lips together.
The remaining crowd around you, including your friends, cheered at the scene. Jules caught the whole thing on camera, the rest of the hockey team whistling and hollering behind you.
As you broke apart, you stayed close together, cocooned in your own little bubble. He twirled you on the ice as both of you giggled uncontrollably, finally able to just be in love and proud of it.
The fling, the breakup, the championship, all of it led to where you were now.
Your story with Dean is only just beginning, and you canât wait to see whatâs next.
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a/n: guys i actually love this one :') title is a nod to taylor swift lol. likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open. thanks for reading!
what's that, you say? a Dean ex-fwb turned enemies where he has to grovel to win her back releasing later tonight?? may be more likely than you think ;)
here's a little sneak peek until then...
âWell, what if I decided I wanted more? What if I told you I wanted the âgross romantic shitâ?â
âThen Iâd say youâre looking at the wrong guy.â
âGod, Dean, you make it sound like Iâm the least desirable girl on campus. Would being with me for real really be so bad?â
He sighed, looking down and pinching the bridge of his nose before bringing his gaze back up to yours.
Summary: You're convinced that Tucker's annoyed by you and hates your guts. As it turns out, you couldn't have been more wrong. Based on this request.
Warnings: none! Just some fluffy goodness with our criminally underrated guy, John Tucker. Unedited, 2k words. fem!reader
You and John Tucker are what people would say to be polar opposites.
Youâre carefree and go with the flow, while heâs attentive and meticulous. He plans events and schedules parties, while you show up with a six pack of alcohol and hopes of having a good time. Heâs a sweetheart, yet more shy and anxiety-ridden, while youâre outgoing and able to chat with just about anyone.
Technically, the two of you shouldnât mix well, but youâve always secretly hoped so badly that somehow you could.
Youâd just finished telling the group surrounding you in the quad a joke, and everyone was laughing. Well, everyone except Tucker, that is.
He had his hands stuck in his jean pockets, looking around at anyone and everything besides you. Your heart stopped momentarily, smile immediately slipping from your lips and shoulders dropping slightly.
âDamn, Y/N, that was a killer!â Dean praised, clapping you on the shoulder.
âI agree.â Allie chimed in. âYou always know just how to make us laugh when we need it.â
âOh, thanks! What can I say, in another life I was a stand-up comedian, Iâm sure of it.â Your conversation continued with the group, but you couldnât help your eyes from straying over to Tucker every second. He still hadnât met your gaze once.
Youâre being really annoying again. Stop talking before everyone gets sick of you. Tucker hates it when you ramble. Just let other people take the lead and shut up for a bit.
âHey, are you heading to the fair tonight?â Hannah asked you. âItâs only in town this weekend. Garrett and I were going to go for a bit if you wanted to stop by.â
You pondered the idea for a second, before suddenly remembering there was one big flaw in the idea of attending. âMaybe. Loganâs got my car in the shop though, so Iâd have to walk there.â
âTucker will take you! He doesnât have anything going on. You guys can take my truck. Grace and I wonât be going until tomorrow night.â Logan told you, looking over at Tucker with what seemed to be a shit eating grin.
Tucker snapped his head in Loganâs direction, shooting him a glare. âOh, uh, actually, I have to make those appetizers for the party on Sunday.â He rambled, now facing entirely away from you. âWhat kind of host would I be if I left my guests hungry?â
He was lying and you knew it. Garrett had told you days prior that Tucker had spent the first few days of the week going crazy in the kitchen, getting all the food prepared and ready to go.
Feeling defeated and forlorn, you sighed, letting out a meek, âI get it. Listen, Iâve gotta go; Iâll see you guys later.â You turned on your heel, speedwalking towards your next class while hiding the tears of frustration welling in your eyes. Some of your friends called out their goodbyes, to which you held up a hand weakly behind you as a form of waving.
If you had stayed even a minute longer, you mightâve caught Deanâs âReally, man? âAppetizersâ? When are you finally going to get the balls to ask her out?â Followed by Tuckerâs âI know, man! I got nervous! I want to ask her out the right way.â âThat was the right way right fucking there, genius.â
Instead, you sank into your seat in the classroom, heart hurting at the presumed fact that you were just too much for him to be able to love.
(Unknown Number); Hey, itâs Tucker!
(Unknown Number): Sorry for the random texts. Hannah gave me your number so I could talk to you. Hope thatâs okay.
(Unknown Number): Anyway, I ended up finishing the appetizers way sooner than expected, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to the fair with me? I can pick you up.
(Unknown Number): No pressure, though, obviously
y/n: oh hey, Tuck! absolutely! you can pick me up around 6 if you want.
Tucker :): Great! Looking forward to it.
You could burn a hole through your carpet with how much you were pacing back and forth. Your heart was racing, nervous enough that you could feel the sweat in your palms.
You couldnât stop the nagging voice in the back of your head from wondering if he was only doing this out of pity for you. After all, heâd shown almost no interest in you until an hour ago, never fully having a conversation together or connecting on a deeper level.
Two polite knocks at your door had you running to turn the knob, stopping yourself just short of it. Play it cool, he wonât like it if youâre hyper.
Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to Tucker standing there with a bouquet of pink roses clutched tightly in one hand.
âHey,â He greeted, outstretching his arm in your direction. âThese are for you. I know you probably think itâs weird I got you pink roses, but they signal admiration and I wanted to make sure you know how much I admire you. If you donât like them I can probably go buy some red-â
âTucker.â You cut off his nervous rambling with a reassuring smile. âI love them. You really didnât have to do that.â
Where was the Tucker from this morning who wouldnât even glance in your direction? Who youâd barely spoken more than a few sentences with at a time?
You decided you really liked this version of him. Maybe you were wrong about him thinking you were a nuisance.
âOh, donât be silly. Of course I did. Iâm taking one of the most gorgeous girls on campus to the fair with me, which has just made my entire year, by the way.â
You moved in the direction of your kitchen, pulling down the one vase your friend had gifted you (âYou never know when a hot guy will swoop in and try to win you over with flowers!â) and setting the roses inside.
âShould we get going then?â
âOf course. After you, my lady.â He gestured toward the door, hand settling on your lower back as the two of you exited your dorm. He grabbed every single door for you on the way out, even stepping ahead of you to open and close your passenger door of Loganâs truck.
âI was taught to mind my manners.â The sheepish grin that accompanied his statement only made your heart flutter even worse. âWhen youâre out with a pretty lady, she shouldnât have to lift a finger. At least not with me.â
The entire drive to the fair, he kept glancing in your direction, as if he couldnât believe you were in the truck with him. His hands twitched as if he were trying to restrain himself from reaching out to touch you; not that you wouldâve minded regardless.
As he pulled into a parking spot on the lawn just outside of the fair, you glanced at each other simultaneously, sharing a nervous, sweet smile before he hopped out to come open your door for you.
A part of you still couldnât wrap your head around the fact that everything had changed so fast between the two of you. Just this morning you were convinced he hated you, and now you almost thought the exact opposite. You bumped shoulders as you walked side by side, sharing easy conversations and sharing excited looks.
âHey, look who decided to join the party!â Garrett called from his spot on one of the picnic tables next to Hannah. âWhat took you so long?â
âHad to finish my appetizers, remember?â Tucker responded, waiting until you sat on the bench opposite the other couple before sitting down himself.
âYeah, if by appetizers you mean pacing in front of your mirror for hours trying to make sure everythingâs perfect for your crushâŠâ
âAlright, thatâs enough.â Hannah chided, whacking Garrett on the arm and receiving an exaggeratedhuff in response. âNow, who wants to go on some rides before it gets too late?â
The four of you spent the next two hours riding everything you possibly could. Tucker tried to casually throw his arm around your side of the Himalaya ride, which ended up with you being pressed tightly to him as it spun faster in circles. The same could be said for the zipper, except he grabbed your hand that time and held it even after youâd gotten off.
You tried to ignore the butterflies every time he became affectionate with you, or the way youâd feel warm inside every time he gave you a soft look, but trying to hold down your feelings was useless.
Eventually, you ended up at the Ferris wheel. Hannah and Garrett had hopped on the cart before yours, sending you a secret thumbs up while smiling and him giving Tucker a wink.
As your cart ascended the wheel, you decided that now would be as good of a time as ever to get your feelings out into the open.
âYou know, I thought you hated me until tonight.â
He almost choked on his own spit, stuttering out a âW-what? How could you think that?â
âYeah, I really did. I figured you were annoyed by how much I talk and stuff. You never looked my way before now and treated me like I had the plague or something.â You shrugged. âI wouldâve understood either way. I know I can be a bit much sometimes.â
He reached forward on instinct, taking your hands and grasping them in his own.
âHey, no, donât talk about yourself that way. Youâre not a bit much whatsoever. If Iâm being honest here, Iâve been too nervous to talk to you because to me, youâre perfect.â
It was your turn to be shocked, stuttering out a huh? of your own.
âSweetheart, Iâm sorry Iâve been so distant. I shouldnât have made you feel annoying, thatâs completely my fault and Iâll spend the rest of my days trying to prove to you that youâre truly my dream girl. Iâm so far gone for you that it turned into a running joke between the guys, making jabs at me for not asking you out any chance I could. Iâm head over heels in love with you and Iâm ready for the whole world to know it.â
He inched closer to you in the cart, moving to your side and cupping your face in his hands.
âWill you let me make it up to you somehow? Iâll do anything, baby. Just say the word and itâs yours. Everything within me is yours for the taking.â He laughed softly. âWell, everything besides my heart. That was already yours from the beginning.â
âWell, I could think of somethingâŠâ you teased.
âName it, baby. Iâll do it.â
âCan you please just kiss me already?â
His smile grew impossibly wider, nodding before leaning in to join your lips in a kiss that left you breathless and aching for more.
Hannah and Garrett leaned down from the cart above you, trying to maneuver themselves to be able to see what was happening between the two of you.
âOuch, thatâs my foot youâre you stepping on!â Garrett hissed.
âShush! I need to see whatâs happening!â
âI knew letting you plan this scheme would be a bad idea.â
âYou take that back right now! Look, it really worked! Theyâre kissing!â
Hannah held her phone dangerously far outside of the cart, trying to catch a shot of your special moment. She squealed louder than she should have upon seeing you two locked in a sweet, passionate embrace, snapping a picture and sending it to the group chat that had everyone besides the two of you in it.
Han Han: (image attachment)
Safe to say Operation: Tuckerâs in Love was a huge success <3
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a/n: i'm obsessed :') likes, comments, and reblogs are all appreciated as always. hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it!
