Dean Di Laurentis x fem!Student AT!Reader
Plot: As his AT you know he’s hurt, but as his girlfriend you promised to keep it on the down low. That causes a fight you both weren’t ready for.
Warnings/plot lines: ANGST BABY and a good chunk of it!!! Then fluff, swearing, injury mentioned, medical talk, upset reader, lowkey mean Dean at first, a lil kissing
A/n: I GOT SOOOO LAZY AT THE END SOOO I AM SO SORRY!! It def feel rushed but I just needed to get a post out!! Someone did request angst with Dean sooo here???
You knew the second you saw him exit the rink. The way he skated, the way he babied a particular knee, and how he rubbed at it when it hurt. Looking over at the other Athletic Trainers you noticed one tilt their head as they look at Dean’s walk. It seemed to be uneven, limping. Before anyone else could take action you say “I think someone hit him with a stick too hard. I saw it, so should be fine.”
He wasn’t fine. Of course you knew that. You looked at it the other day, it was purple, not super swollen, but had the potential to be. Dean iced it per your request, and you told him he needed to tape it before every game. Which he did, but today he looked like he was having a tough time. He ran into the wall when a guy tripped him on purpose.
The moment you stepped into Dean’s home you were pulling off your STUDENT AT lanyard, throwing on the kitchen counter. You hear all the guys chattering as they make their way downstairs. Sitting down on the island stool you bring your right foot up to pull off your shoe. Then you bring up your left.
“Did you see how we killed those fuckers!”
“That Mitch guy was pissed after you decked him”
“Hey Dean you need to ice that knee”
When they make it down the stairs Garret smiles at you, before heading over to the T.V. Logan and Tucker follow him, placing themselves on the couch. Dean walks over to you, and you cannot help but notice the little limp that is caused by his right knee.
“Hey baby” he greets, reaching out for you. You lean forwards reaching you arms up around his neck. Due to his height, you come off the stool at little as he pulls you up to him. Planting a kiss on the side of your head before he holds you tight.
“Good job tonight” you say into his neck, his hands rub against your back. “I kept looking to see if you’d pull me off” he chuckles, you don’t laugh though, because you so badly wanted to pull him off. To wrap his knee extra good in hopes to keep him sturdy.
Pulling back to look at you he shakes his head. “I’m fine” you don’t believe him. He had sweatpants on and you could still tell he was putting more weight on his left leg. You knew the story all too well. Someone says they’re fine, play like normal, then one night it goes south. Especially with a knee. That was no joke to come back from. Torn ACL’s, Collateral ligaments, meniscus, you name it, you’ve seen it. You wanted to trust him, of course you did, but as a girlfriend you never want your boyfriend to be hurt.
Before you think twice about it you stand up escaping his hold. You grab his hand tightly to pull him up the stairs. Dean doesn’t hesitate, or question because he knows exactly what is going to happen up there. He knows that you’re worried, and he knows that he needs to play along to get you to stop. But that doesn’t stop him from mumbling out “Baby, I promise I’m fine. I iced it after the game.”
Turning your head back at him you say “I’m still looking at it.”
Because of course you were. He didn’t have a choice.
Walking into his bedroom he closes the door behind you both. Letting go of him hand you point to the bed. His eyes find yours before letting out a sigh. He pulls down his sweatpants leaving himself in his boxers, then sits on his bed far enough so he can stretch out his entire leg.
Taking a seat next to his leg you lock your eyes with his. “Can you be honest with me, Dean” it came out more as a plea more than a question. In order to figure out what was wrong, he needed to tell you the full truth.
Dean nods glancing down at his knee. Carefully you feel around his patella, realizing just how swollen it really is. “It’s really swollen” you whisper, continuing to gently push down on the area around his knee. Dean flinch’s when you press on the side, “right there?”
With his jaw clenching he nods, you push down a little harder then move your thumbs to the other side. Pushing down he nods again.
“Okay” you keep moving your hands around and you could practically feel it throbbing. “Did you really ice it?” Looking up at him he doesn’t answer, giving you all the answer you need. “You told me you did, why lie Dean?”
“Because I don’t want my girlfriend to take me out of the game I love” his tone wasn’t soft or sweet. In fact it made you do a double take. You weren’t sure if he meant it that way, but it was harsh.
Pulling your hands away from his leg, placing them in your lap. “It’s what best for you, Dean. I think it’s sprained, but you need to see Dr. Chase tomorrow.”
Dr. Chase is the team’s physical therapist that gives the players the bad or good news. With help more the head AT of course.
“I’m not seeing him” Dean sighs pushing himself up off the bed. He stands, pulling up his sweatpants. “Well you have to or I’ll say something. I’ve been protecting you all week with the other student AT’s Dean! All because you don’t want me to say something.”
“You won’t say something” he chuckles crossing his arms over his chest “as my girlfriend you need to respect that boundary.” Your eyes focus on his, and your lip being to tremble a bit. Standing up you walk in front of him. “As your trainer I want you to do what’s best for you as a player.”
Dean shakes his head, “I need to say something, Dean. I understand that you’re scared of getting benched but if it’s just a sprained knee you will back soon.”
“You can’t! You said you would keep whatever I tell you a secret unless it needed to be said. Like a broken limb or something.” Dean’s tone is way harsher than before, making you jump a little.
Your heart starts to pound when you decide to say “then we’re done.” Dean’s face dropped, his took a step back from you. “We’re done if I, as your girlfriend, can’t say anything.” His movements are gentle as he reaches towards you, “you don’t mean that” he whispers grabbing ahold of your forearms. Tilting your head up you nod, and he knew in that moment you meant it. “Ok fine” he let’s go of you, pointing between the both of you “we’re done! Tell everyone and their mother about me. I don’t care.”
You feel your stomach twist, and your lip trembling harder now. “I just want what’s best for you” you cry out wiping your tears with the back of your hand. Dean usually wiped them, but not today, not now.
Scoffing he walked past you to sit on his bed. His head falls into hands. Watching him quietly he stays there for a moment. “I should’ve known” is all you hear him say. Confused you step towards him “known what Dean?”
Looking up at you, he says “that you would eventually do something like this. Yeah, break my heart into a million pieces and end my career with an injury. You’re an AT for a reason you just like to ruin people’s life’s.”
That is one thousand percent dramatic. Of course he knew that because throughout your whole relationship you never once hurt him. Until now.
“That’s not fair” you start “I’ve worked incredibly hard to be where I am now. And working with you guys has been a dream come true. Being with you has made me better, Dean. But if you can’t take care of yourself I am going to!”
His chest rises and falls, then he points to the door “you said we’re done. So, please leave before I say something even worse.”
Eyes traveling between his hand pointing towards the door, you turn around and twist the door handle. “I love you Dean” you say between your sniffles. Opening the door you close it shut behind as soon as you could get out. Running down the stairs as the air traps in your chest. Struggling to take a breath you practically run into Logan.
“Woah, Woah, woah, are you okay?” Logan stops you before you make it out the front door. Worry covers his face, with tears streaming down your face you shrug and say “we’re done.” Logan’s jaw drops, and moves out of your way to let you out the door.
You walk into work looking like you were dead. The eye bags are dark and swollen. But you had to be here for 8 a.m hockey practice. That meant Dean did too.
Before you grab your AT bag. You walk towards the physical therapy room, prepared to tell Dr. Chase about Dean. As you turn the corner you run into someone, “sorry” you mumble not bothering to look up. That was until that person grabbed ahold of your wrist “I told him.”
Looking up you see Dean, he looked tired. In fact, he looks exhausted. His dark circles match yours, and his hair was sticking out from every angle. His eyes travel your face then looks down towards his knee. Your eyes follow his gaze to his leg, its wrapped with an ice pack attached to it. “You were right, it’s sprained.”
Nodding you look back up at him. Pulling a smile to your lips you say “I’m glad you told him. But I have to go.” Rushing past him with your head down you only make it two feet before he yells out to you.
“We need to talk” you turn to face him as he speaks. “I’m sorry, for everything I said. Hockey is my life. And I-I struggle knowing that I’m injury away from never playing again. I was scared that you were right, and you are and I’ll be fine in a week or two. I’m sorry.”
“I know” you mumble taking a step towards him. “I’m sorry I didn’t respect that boundary.” He stops closer to you, “AT room? I don’t want anyone to hear us baby. Don’t want them to talk.”
He leads the way to the room, and you scan in using your badge. You were only AT at the rink this morning due to it just being a practice. That’s what the team gets on a weekend.
Closing the door behind you Dean is quick to speak. “I love you” your eyebrows knit together in confusion but Dean is quick to answer the question that was coming. “You said it last night and I didn’t say it back. So, I love you. Please say something” he begs when you just stand there. And he literally begged.
Walking in front of him you flatten a stray hair on his head. “I’m sorry too, and I love you. I should’ve respected your wishes.” Dean brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face, wanting to see all of you. “No, I should’ve listened. You’re my AT, you know best. I was being dramatic, and fucking asshole. And fuck I made you cry. I’ve never made you cry and I feel like a jerk and I hate-“
“It’s fine Dean. I’m fine. We’re fine” smiling you go on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry I totally dumped you.”
Shaking his head his gently grabs your head and kisses you. It was softer than it usually is, almost like he was trying to show how much he loved you. Pulling back he asks “sooo we are back together??”
Laughing you say “I mean….i guess” you kiss him again. “Say we are” Dean says into the kiss “we are.”
Dean kisses you harder, because of course he did. It’s Dean.