bambi.

𖦹 ☼ ⋆｡˚⋆ฺ little ms perfect.

[ihatepeanutss]

lmaooo i think that no one knows anything about me but .. english isn’t my first language at all, but right now im trying to extend my ‘violet x twin mom’ slightly series????????? im not just not completely sure or clear about it but the concept is there but also i have two more concepts of mckay fics. so let me know HOW THE HELL I CAN FIXED MY OWN MESS

[misswarmsoul]

WILDEST DREAMS || DEAN DI LAURENTIS X GRAHAM!READER (PART 2)

PART 1:

“no one has to know what we do.. his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room” 𐔌❤︎ ͡𐦯

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ PAIRING: graham!reader x brothersbsf!dean

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ BLURB: Dean Di Laurentis was never supposed to want her.

Not when she’s Garrett Graham’s little sister. Not when crossing that line could cost him one of the most important friendships he’s ever had.

But some people become impossible to resist. Hidden away in whispered moments and carefully kept secrets, what exists between them grows into something neither of them knows how to name. Something real.

The only problem is that Dean can’t give her what she truly wants. And no matter how desperately they reach for one another, some things were never meant to be held without breaking.

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ CONTAINS: swearing, arguing, angst, mentions of sexual acts and drinking, garrett graham’s sister, hints at abuse and violence, second chance romance, hunter davenport being show accurate instead of book accurate

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ AUTHORS NOTE: omg thank you for all the love on part 1 😭😭💞 please know that this part is not proofread & i still hope i was able to do the story and characters justice :)) depending on how this part does, maybe there will be a part 3??? lmk if you want to be tagged for it! and please send me requests for more off campus or rafe cameron fics!!! i would love to open it up

The door opens just a bit. Enough for anyone behind the door to see the two of us in bed, one of Dean's arms still wrapped around her waist tightly.

"Shit," Dean whispers, clearly panicked.

For one horrifying moment, neither of them moved a muscle.

Dean's arm tightened around her waist protectively, but she could feel the hesitation.

"G, fuck.. I'm-"

"Are you fucking with me right now, Dean? You could have anyone and you still went behind my ass and fucked my sister? After I specifically told you to stay away from her?"

Garrett storms up to the bed where the two of us are now scrambling to sit up.

Dean is first to stand as Garrett pushes his chest, causing him to stumble back a bit.

Worry flashes across her face as her brother curses. She tightens her grip on Dean's hand, but he lets go.

Her eyes fall down to her hand, now feeling the loss of Dean's touch. Panic fills her, but no longer because of Garrett.

She expressed that she was willing to tell her brother about her relationship because she was beginning to feel so much for Dean. So much that it began to physically pain her when he wasn't around.

Now? It was real.

Before Garrett walked in, Dean had told her that he didn't have time for her to be his girlfriend. She didn't want to just be a hookup anymore, but he couldn't give that to her.

“You’re a dick, Dean. You’re going to end up hurting-“

"G, please," Dean begs, but she interrupts.

"Garrett, stop!" she screams out when he yanks on the collar of Dean's shirt.

"We're fucking leaving, Y/N," he moves from Dean's shirt to her wrist, pulling her out of the room.

As she's about to protest, she glances at Dean to see if he would have it in him to say something. Anything.

But Dean's face is expressionless. He can't even look her in the eyes as he watches Garrett yank her away.

All hope in her chest faded away.

-

The car ride with her brother was pure silence until they stopped at a red light and he began speaking.

The muscle in his jaw ticked.

"You knew what he was like."

The words were quiet.

Y/N's throat tightened.

"I know."

"He sleeps with everyone."

"I know."

"Then why him?"

That question hurt the most.

Because she didn't have an answer that Garrett would understand.

How was she supposed to explain that Dean had become her favorite part of every day?

"I don't know."

The lie tasted bitter.

Garrett laughed humorlessly.

"Yeah."

Arriving at her apartment, she stayed silent.

She barely made it through her apartment door before her phone buzzed.

Dean.

Mr. Six Flags: are u okay?

A tear finally slipped down her cheek.

Mr. Six Flags: baby please answer me

Mr. Six Flags: i know ur mad

Mr. Six Flags: i just need to know ur safe

Y/N stared at the messages.

Then another appeared.

Mr. Six Flags: i miss u already

A sob escaped her.

Because somehow that made everything worse.

He missed her.

But not enough.

Not enough to stop Garrett, not enough to choose her.

Not enough to call her his.

Her fingers hovered over the screen.

She wanted to answer.

God, she wanted to answer.

Instead, she locked her phone and tossed it onto the couch.

2 MONTHS LATER

Dean had never truly understood what it was like to walk into a room and become overwhelmed with the amount of loneliness, no matter how packed the place was.

Until now.

Every room without her in it felt like hell. That sense of comfortability knowing the girl he had grown so much care and devotion for was beside him made his chest warm. Now, all he has are memories.

The loss of Y/N's presence definitely didn't go unnoticed by him. He found himself looking for her in every crowd.. not that he didn't already do that even when they were seeing each other.

He even noticed the loss of her palm holding his own. At certain times, the nerves that Dean had before a big game were immediately gone when she would grab his hand and squeeze just a bit.

The only other interaction that Dean had with Y/N was at a fundraiser that Logan had put together. The only reason she had showed up was because she was working and despite what happened with Dean, she wanted to show support to her brother and his friends.

Y/N wiped down one of the tables, trying her hardest to avoid Dean's piercing gaze.

Y/N was standing across the room wearing a Malone's t-shirt and jeans, helping people purchase raffle tickets.

And somehow she looked better than half the girls Dean had ever seen dressed up.

He hated it.

Mostly because he couldn't walk over there and tell her.

The bell above the door rang.

Dean wasn't paying attention until Beau groaned.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

Dean looked up.

Then immediately wished he hadn't.

Hunter Davenport.

Of course.

The last person Dean wanted to see.

Hunter stepped inside with a few teammates from the football team, already grinning like he owned the place.

"Fuck," Dean muttered.

Logan laughed.

Hunter's eyes scanned the room.

And landed directly on Y/N.

Dean immediately sat up straighter.

No.

Absolutely not.

Hunter walked over to her without hesitation.

Y/N looked up from her clipboard.

Then smiled politely.

Dean's jaw clenched.

She smiled at everyone.

Y/N nodded at something he said then laughed again.

Dean hated that laugh.

Not because it was annoying.

Because it was his favorite sound.

And Hunter was getting it.

Dean walked over after admitting that he couldn't stand watching anymore.

"Davenport."

Dean wraps an arm around her waist protectively, but she softly puts his arm down.

Dean wasn't sure how he was going to win her back, but he wasn't going to let this prick have her time either.

-

"Well, well, Wellsy,” Dean tried to put on a brave face for everyone else, but inside, he was a wreck without his other half.

"Hello, Dean," Hannah says softly as she starts getting Malone's clean and ready for the hockey team to come in tonight and celebrate the first game of the season.

Dean could tell that Hannah's tone had gone cold a tad ever since he ended things with Y/N. He still tried to make light of things.

Dean took a second to think. "How is she?" he asks under his breath.

Hannah blinks. "Dean, I told you to stop asking me. I don’t enjoy feeling like Im going against my friend and my boyfriend.”

Dean is partially offended that Hannah thinks he hadn't tried to talk to Y/N. The amount of texts he has sent is embarrassing.

1 month ago:

Mr. Six Flags: hi baby

Mr. Six Flags: how have u been doing

Mr. Six Flags: It's cold as fuck in New York

Mr. Six Flags: wish u were here too

2 weeks ago:

Mr. Six Flags: talk to me, Y/N.

Mr. Six Flags: i can’t keep calling you just to hear your voicemail

Mr. Six Flags: i miss you

7 days ago:

Mr. Six Flags: i’m so ducking drunk babyee.!? i’m so fuked up riGht now

Mr. Six Flags: Pleez ralk to mee

3 days ago:

Mr. Six Flags: i miss you i miss us

Mr. Six Flags: i don’t give a fuck about anything anymore i just want you back in my arms

Mr. Six Flags: i’m sorry

today:

Mr. Six Flags: hi babydoll

Mr. Six Flags: i heard ur working at malone’s tonight

Mr. Six Flags: i’m gonna be there too please talk to me

read.

“I’ve tried everything, Wellsy, please. Just tell me if she’s doing okay,” Dean begs.

Hannah shakes her head in disappointment. “You can’t mess this up with Garrett again, Dean. If he finds out you’re still asking me about her, he’ll kill you. Then, your whole hockey team will be off.”

Somewhere between the time of being with Y/N, the lines of hockey began to become a blur for him. When it came to her, hockey would be the last thing on his mind.

Convenient considering his own doubt of his future is what made him fuck up and lose Y/N in the first place.

“Hannah, please,” Dean tries one last time.

She sighs, feeling pity for Dean. “Fine, she’s doing okay. At least from what I can see.”

Dean nods, eager to hear more about his girl.

“She’s been a bit distracted though? Garrett says he’s not sure what’s been happening either,” Hannah continues.

Dean’s brows furrow. Distracted?

“She’ll be working tonight. Don’t fuck this up, Dean,” she gives him a small smile then walks off.

-

Later that night, Y/N’s doing her job, cleaning the tables before the hockey team arrives. They won, per usual.

Hannah’s spending her break by working on her song for her pop showcase competition. She says she tends to work best outside so it’s quiet.

The bell connected to the Malone’s door dings. Y/N doesn’t look up.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you in a minute!”

“Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” a familiar voice asked.

Y/N freezes. She knows that voice all too well.

“Hi, Dad. Why are you here?”

Y/N backs up out of habit as he tries to walk closer to her.

“You don’t answer your cell.”

“I don’t answer because I don’t want to talk to you! I haven’t spoken to you since I moved out so why are you blowing up my phone now? Why did you travel all the way here?”

“Cindy and I are getting married and she wants to meet you and your brother before the wedding,” he says calmly.

“You’ve barely started dating! Does Cindy know what you used to do to us and mom?” her fists clench.

He’s about to say something, but his eyes look up above him. A security camera pointed directly at him.

He tried to fight his annoyance. “Don’t start, Y/N. I’d expect this from Garrett, but not from you.”

Her breath hitches. “You know, I have the right to refuse service to anyone. So get the fuck out, Dad.”

After he leaves, she releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

"Don't do it." her says to herself, but her hands are moving faster than her mind.

Her hands are shaking and struggle to grab her phone. She goes to her emergency contacts and dials the first number.

Dean.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Baby?” his voice is confused, but relieved somehow.

“Dean?”

“Where are you?” he asks urgently as if he already could sense something was wrong.

Her nostrils flare as she tries to stop herself from tears falling down her cheeks.

“Malone’s. Sorry.. I shouldn’t have called. I just-“

“I’m on my way.”

She could barely speak, but she as she caught her breath, she let out a small whimper as if saying “thank you.”

“Thank you for calling me, babydoll.”

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[deansbrat]

https://www.tumblr.com/deansbrat/818532024254169088/okay-but-dealerdean-im-thinking

THINK OUT LOUD RN

ohhh i see 😏😏

i’m thinking about dealer!dean who you meet at a party, obviously. one of the infamous parties the boys host. your friends disappear to find him, getting what they desire. weed, molly, etc. you don’t know dean was a dealer, not really. you don’t really pay attention. so when you ask where they got it from, they point towards the tall, broad, blonde haired guy in the corner.

you go up to him, telling him you want some weed and instead of selling to you like he normally would (and like he did with your friends)… he takes the blunt from between his own lips, placing it between yours.

god, dealer!dean would be so down bad for you… he may let other girls “pay” him with sex, but he’s definitely finding himself sleeping with you more than anyone else. and he starts basically giving you product for free… no money, no having you pay by fucking him…. FREE. because, fuck, he can’t get you out of his head, and he just wants excuses to see you… and you’re just so fucking sweet. he also gives you product for free in hopes you want to keep coming back so he can see you and swoon you.

[deansbrat]

okay but dealer!dean ????? i’m thinking……

[angel06babysworld]

babydaddy!dean x graham!reader

Pregnant

the first sign was the coffee.

she had always loved coffee. extra cream, too much sugar, the kind garrett used to make fun of whenever he caught her in the kitchen pouring half the carton into her mug.

so when she took one sip and nearly gagged, she knew something was wrong.

she stood frozen in her apartment kitchen, staring at the cup in her hand.

then she looked down at her phone.

three weeks late.

her stomach dropped.

“no,” she whispered.

but even as the word left her mouth, she already knew.

because there was only one person it could be.

dean.

the same dean who wasn’t supposed to be in her life at all.

the same dean who happened to be her brother’s best friend.

the same dean who had been sneaking into her apartment for months after hockey practices and late night road trips.

nobody knew.

not garrett.

not hannah.

not logan.

not tucker.

certainly not dean’s teammates.

it had started as a mistake.

one drunken kiss after a party.

then another.

then dean showing up at her door at midnight claiming he just wanted to talk.

neither of them had ever stopped after that.

and now she was standing in her kitchen with shaking hands and a pregnancy test hidden in the bathroom trash

positive.

positive.

positive.

three of them.

all positive.

her phone buzzed.

dean: u awake?

she stared at the message for several seconds before replying.

come over.

his response came almost immediately.

dean: be there in ten

he arrived in seven.

the second she opened the door, dean knew something was wrong.

his smile disappeared instantly.

“hey,” he said carefully. “what happened?”

she stepped aside to let him in.

her heart hammered against her ribs.

suddenly she couldn’t breathe.

couldn’t think.

couldn’t figure out how to say it.

dean reached for her hand.

“you’re scaring me.”

she laughed once.

it sounded more like a sob.

then she walked toward the bathroom and grabbed one of the tests from beneath the sink.

when she handed it to him, he frowned.

confused.

then his eyes dropped to the result.

silence.

the entire apartment felt silent.

dean didn’t move.

didn’t blink.

didn’t breathe.

for one horrible second she thought he was going to leave.

she thought he was going to panic.

or tell her she had ruined everything.

instead, dean looked up.

straight at her.

“you’re pregnant?”

she nodded.

his face went pale.

“yeah.”

another pause.

“it’s mine?”

she actually rolled her eyes despite the tears threatening to spill.

“dean.”

“right. stupid question.”

he sat down heavily on the couch.

running both hands through his hair.

she couldn’t remember ever seeing him look genuinely scared before.

but he looked terrified now.

minutes passed.

neither of them spoke.

finally dean looked at her again.

“what do you want to do?”

the question surprised her.

she had expected assumptions.

arguments.

fear.

not that.

not him asking what she wanted.

she swallowed.

“i don’t know.”

it was the truth.

she didn’t know.

everything felt impossible.

dean stood and crossed the room.

then wrapped his arms around her.

instinctively.

without hesitation

she buried her face in his chest.

and finally cried.

all the panic she’d been holding in since that morning came crashing out.

dean held her through all of it.

his hand rubbing slowly up and down her back.

“hey,” he murmured. “hey. i’ve got you.”

she laughed weakly.

“you look like you’re about to throw up.”

“i might.”

that actually made her smile.

dean pressed a kiss against the top of her head.

“but i’m not going anywhere.”

her eyes closed.

“you mean that?”

“yeah.”

he didn’t even hesitate.

“i mean it.”

another long silence followed.

comfortable this time.

until reality struck both of them at once.

garrett.

dean groaned.

she groaned louder.

“he’s going to kill you.”

“yeah.”

“actually kill you.”

“probably.”

she pulled away enough to look at him.

“what are we supposed to tell him?”

dean stared at the ceiling.

“maybe we don’t.”

she snorted.

“dean.”

“okay, okay. terrible plan.”

“awful plan.”

he nodded.

“the worst plan i’ve ever had.”

she laughed despite herself. for the first time all day, the weight on her chest eased slightly.

because dean wss still here.

he hadn’t run.

hadn’t disappeared.

hadn’t acted like she was facing this alone.

he squeezed her hand

“we’ll figure it out.”

“you don’t know that.”

“no.”

he intertwined their fingers.

“but we’ll figure it out anyway.”

she studied him.

really studied him.

the messy hair.

the worried expression.

the determination hiding beneath all the fear.

and suddenly she realized something.

they had spent months pretending this was casual.

pretending it was temporary.

pretending neither of them cared too much.

but dean wouldn’t be sitting here if it was casual.

he wouldn’t be holding her hand like his life depended on it.

he wouldn’t be looking at her like that.

“you’re freaking out,” she observed.

“absolutely.”

“good.”

he blinked.

“good?”

she nodded.

“because i’m freaking out too.”

dean laughed.

a genuine laugh.

then he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

soft.

careful.

“guess we’re doing that together.”

for the first time since seeing those two pink lines, she believed him.

the future still scared her.

garrett was still going to lose his mind.

nothing about this situation was easy.

but she wasn’t alone.

and somehow, sitting beside dean on that couch with their fingers tangled together, that felt like enough.

taglist: @tangledinmyfeelings

[ihatepeanutss]

lmaooo i think that no one knows anything about me but .. english isn’t my first language at all, but right now im trying to extend my ‘violet x twin mom’ slightly series????????? im not just not completely sure or clear about it but the concept is there but also i have two more concepts of mckay fics. so let me know HOW THE HELL I CAN FIXED MY OWN MESS

[foreveraheartbrokengirl]

[offcampusedits]

— dean x allie | off campus

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[misswarmsoul]

WILDEST DREAMS || DEAN DI LAURENTIS X GRAHAM!READER (PART 2)

PART 1:

“no one has to know what we do.. his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room” 𐔌❤︎ ͡𐦯

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ PAIRING: graham!reader x brothersbsf!dean

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ BLURB: Dean Di Laurentis was never supposed to want her.

Not when she’s Garrett Graham’s little sister. Not when crossing that line could cost him one of the most important friendships he’s ever had.

But some people become impossible to resist. Hidden away in whispered moments and carefully kept secrets, what exists between them grows into something neither of them knows how to name. Something real.

The only problem is that Dean can’t give her what she truly wants. And no matter how desperately they reach for one another, some things were never meant to be held without breaking.

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ CONTAINS: swearing, arguing, angst, mentions of sexual acts and drinking, garrett graham’s sister, hints at abuse and violence, second chance romance, hunter davenport being show accurate instead of book accurate

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ AUTHORS NOTE: omg thank you for all the love on part 1 😭😭💞 please know that this part is not proofread & i still hope i was able to do the story and characters justice :)) depending on how this part does, maybe there will be a part 3??? lmk if you want to be tagged for it! and please send me requests for more off campus or rafe cameron fics!!! i would love to open it up

The door opens just a bit. Enough for anyone behind the door to see the two of us in bed, one of Dean's arms still wrapped around her waist tightly.

"Shit," Dean whispers, clearly panicked.

For one horrifying moment, neither of them moved a muscle.

Dean's arm tightened around her waist protectively, but she could feel the hesitation.

"G, fuck.. I'm-"

"Are you fucking with me right now, Dean? You could have anyone and you still went behind my ass and fucked my sister? After I specifically told you to stay away from her?"

Garrett storms up to the bed where the two of us are now scrambling to sit up.

Dean is first to stand as Garrett pushes his chest, causing him to stumble back a bit.

Worry flashes across her face as her brother curses. She tightens her grip on Dean's hand, but he lets go.

Her eyes fall down to her hand, now feeling the loss of Dean's touch. Panic fills her, but no longer because of Garrett.

She expressed that she was willing to tell her brother about her relationship because she was beginning to feel so much for Dean. So much that it began to physically pain her when he wasn't around.

Now? It was real.

Before Garrett walked in, Dean had told her that he didn't have time for her to be his girlfriend. She didn't want to just be a hookup anymore, but he couldn't give that to her.

“You’re a dick, Dean. You’re going to end up hurting-“

"G, please," Dean begs, but she interrupts.

"Garrett, stop!" she screams out when he yanks on the collar of Dean's shirt.

"We're fucking leaving, Y/N," he moves from Dean's shirt to her wrist, pulling her out of the room.

As she's about to protest, she glances at Dean to see if he would have it in him to say something. Anything.

But Dean's face is expressionless. He can't even look her in the eyes as he watches Garrett yank her away.

All hope in her chest faded away.

-

The car ride with her brother was pure silence until they stopped at a red light and he began speaking.

The muscle in his jaw ticked.

"You knew what he was like."

The words were quiet.

Y/N's throat tightened.

"I know."

"He sleeps with everyone."

"I know."

"Then why him?"

That question hurt the most.

Because she didn't have an answer that Garrett would understand.

How was she supposed to explain that Dean had become her favorite part of every day?

"I don't know."

The lie tasted bitter.

Garrett laughed humorlessly.

"Yeah."

Arriving at her apartment, she stayed silent.

She barely made it through her apartment door before her phone buzzed.

Dean.

Mr. Six Flags: are u okay?

A tear finally slipped down her cheek.

Mr. Six Flags: baby please answer me

Mr. Six Flags: i know ur mad

Mr. Six Flags: i just need to know ur safe

Y/N stared at the messages.

Then another appeared.

Mr. Six Flags: i miss u already

A sob escaped her.

Because somehow that made everything worse.

He missed her.

But not enough.

Not enough to stop Garrett, not enough to choose her.

Not enough to call her his.

Her fingers hovered over the screen.

She wanted to answer.

God, she wanted to answer.

Instead, she locked her phone and tossed it onto the couch.

2 MONTHS LATER

Dean had never truly understood what it was like to walk into a room and become overwhelmed with the amount of loneliness, no matter how packed the place was.

Until now.

Every room without her in it felt like hell. That sense of comfortability knowing the girl he had grown so much care and devotion for was beside him made his chest warm. Now, all he has are memories.

The loss of Y/N's presence definitely didn't go unnoticed by him. He found himself looking for her in every crowd.. not that he didn't already do that even when they were seeing each other.

He even noticed the loss of her palm holding his own. At certain times, the nerves that Dean had before a big game were immediately gone when she would grab his hand and squeeze just a bit.

The only other interaction that Dean had with Y/N was at a fundraiser that Logan had put together. The only reason she had showed up was because she was working and despite what happened with Dean, she wanted to show support to her brother and his friends.

Y/N wiped down one of the tables, trying her hardest to avoid Dean's piercing gaze.

Y/N was standing across the room wearing a Malone's t-shirt and jeans, helping people purchase raffle tickets.

And somehow she looked better than half the girls Dean had ever seen dressed up.

He hated it.

Mostly because he couldn't walk over there and tell her.

The bell above the door rang.

Dean wasn't paying attention until Beau groaned.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

Dean looked up.

Then immediately wished he hadn't.

Hunter Davenport.

Of course.

The last person Dean wanted to see.

Hunter stepped inside with a few teammates from the football team, already grinning like he owned the place.

"Fuck," Dean muttered.

Logan laughed.

Hunter's eyes scanned the room.

And landed directly on Y/N.

Dean immediately sat up straighter.

No.

Absolutely not.

Hunter walked over to her without hesitation.

Y/N looked up from her clipboard.

Then smiled politely.

Dean's jaw clenched.

She smiled at everyone.

Y/N nodded at something he said then laughed again.

Dean hated that laugh.

Not because it was annoying.

Because it was his favorite sound.

And Hunter was getting it.

Dean walked over after admitting that he couldn't stand watching anymore.

"Davenport."

Dean wraps an arm around her waist protectively, but she softly puts his arm down.

Dean wasn't sure how he was going to win her back, but he wasn't going to let this prick have her time either.

-

"Well, well, Wellsy,” Dean tried to put on a brave face for everyone else, but inside, he was a wreck without his other half.

"Hello, Dean," Hannah says softly as she starts getting Malone's clean and ready for the hockey team to come in tonight and celebrate the first game of the season.

Dean could tell that Hannah's tone had gone cold a tad ever since he ended things with Y/N. He still tried to make light of things.

Dean took a second to think. "How is she?" he asks under his breath.

Hannah blinks. "Dean, I told you to stop asking me. I don’t enjoy feeling like Im going against my friend and my boyfriend.”

Dean is partially offended that Hannah thinks he hadn't tried to talk to Y/N. The amount of texts he has sent is embarrassing.

1 month ago:

Mr. Six Flags: hi baby

Mr. Six Flags: how have u been doing

Mr. Six Flags: It's cold as fuck in New York

Mr. Six Flags: wish u were here too

2 weeks ago:

Mr. Six Flags: talk to me, Y/N.

Mr. Six Flags: i can’t keep calling you just to hear your voicemail

Mr. Six Flags: i miss you

7 days ago:

Mr. Six Flags: i’m so ducking drunk babyee.!? i’m so fuked up riGht now

Mr. Six Flags: Pleez ralk to mee

3 days ago:

Mr. Six Flags: i miss you i miss us

Mr. Six Flags: i don’t give a fuck about anything anymore i just want you back in my arms

Mr. Six Flags: i’m sorry

today:

Mr. Six Flags: hi babydoll

Mr. Six Flags: i heard ur working at malone’s tonight

Mr. Six Flags: i’m gonna be there too please talk to me

read.

“I’ve tried everything, Wellsy, please. Just tell me if she’s doing okay,” Dean begs.

Hannah shakes her head in disappointment. “You can’t mess this up with Garrett again, Dean. If he finds out you’re still asking me about her, he’ll kill you. Then, your whole hockey team will be off.”

Somewhere between the time of being with Y/N, the lines of hockey began to become a blur for him. When it came to her, hockey would be the last thing on his mind.

Convenient considering his own doubt of his future is what made him fuck up and lose Y/N in the first place.

“Hannah, please,” Dean tries one last time.

She sighs, feeling pity for Dean. “Fine, she’s doing okay. At least from what I can see.”

Dean nods, eager to hear more about his girl.

“She’s been a bit distracted though? Garrett says he’s not sure what’s been happening either,” Hannah continues.

Dean’s brows furrow. Distracted?

“She’ll be working tonight. Don’t fuck this up, Dean,” she gives him a small smile then walks off.

-

Later that night, Y/N’s doing her job, cleaning the tables before the hockey team arrives. They won, per usual.

Hannah’s spending her break by working on her song for her pop showcase competition. She says she tends to work best outside so it’s quiet.

The bell connected to the Malone’s door dings. Y/N doesn’t look up.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you in a minute!”

“Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” a familiar voice asked.

Y/N freezes. She knows that voice all too well.

“Hi, Dad. Why are you here?”

Y/N backs up out of habit as he tries to walk closer to her.

“You don’t answer your cell.”

“I don’t answer because I don’t want to talk to you! I haven’t spoken to you since I moved out so why are you blowing up my phone now? Why did you travel all the way here?”

“Cindy and I are getting married and she wants to meet you and your brother before the wedding,” he says calmly.

“You’ve barely started dating! Does Cindy know what you used to do to us and mom?” her fists clench.

He’s about to say something, but his eyes look up above him. A security camera pointed directly at him.

He tried to fight his annoyance. “Don’t start, Y/N. I’d expect this from Garrett, but not from you.”

Her breath hitches. “You know, I have the right to refuse service to anyone. So get the fuck out, Dad.”

After he leaves, she releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

"Don't do it." her says to herself, but her hands are moving faster than her mind.

Her hands are shaking and struggle to grab her phone. She goes to her emergency contacts and dials the first number.

Dean.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Baby?” his voice is confused, but relieved somehow.

“Dean?”

“Where are you?” he asks urgently as if he already could sense something was wrong.

Her nostrils flare as she tries to stop herself from tears falling down her cheeks.

“Malone’s. Sorry.. I shouldn’t have called. I just-“

“I’m on my way.”

She could barely speak, but she as she caught her breath, she let out a small whimper as if saying “thank you.”

“Thank you for calling me, babydoll.”

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WILDEST DREAMS || DEAN DI LAURENTIS X GRAHAM!READER (PART 2)

PART 1:

“no one has to know what we do.. his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room” 𐔌❤︎ ͡𐦯

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ PAIRING: graham!reader x brothersbsf!dean

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ BLURB: Dean Di Laurentis was never supposed to want her.

Not when she’s Garrett Graham’s little sister. Not when crossing that line could cost him one of the most important friendships he’s ever had.

But some people become impossible to resist. Hidden away in whispered moments and carefully kept secrets, what exists between them grows into something neither of them knows how to name. Something real.

The only problem is that Dean can’t give her what she truly wants. And no matter how desperately they reach for one another, some things were never meant to be held without breaking.

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ CONTAINS: swearing, arguing, angst, mentions of sexual acts and drinking, garrett graham’s sister, hints at abuse and violence, second chance romance, hunter davenport being show accurate instead of book accurate

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ AUTHORS NOTE: omg thank you for all the love on part 1 😭😭💞 please know that this part is not proofread & i still hope i was able to do the story and characters justice :)) depending on how this part does, maybe there will be a part 3??? lmk if you want to be tagged for it! and please send me requests for more off campus or rafe cameron fics!!! i would love to open it up

The door opens just a bit. Enough for anyone behind the door to see the two of us in bed, one of Dean's arms still wrapped around her waist tightly.

"Shit," Dean whispers, clearly panicked.

For one horrifying moment, neither of them moved a muscle.

Dean's arm tightened around her waist protectively, but she could feel the hesitation.

"G, fuck.. I'm-"

"Are you fucking with me right now, Dean? You could have anyone and you still went behind my ass and fucked my sister? After I specifically told you to stay away from her?"

Garrett storms up to the bed where the two of us are now scrambling to sit up.

Dean is first to stand as Garrett pushes his chest, causing him to stumble back a bit.

Worry flashes across her face as her brother curses. She tightens her grip on Dean's hand, but he lets go.

Her eyes fall down to her hand, now feeling the loss of Dean's touch. Panic fills her, but no longer because of Garrett.

She expressed that she was willing to tell her brother about her relationship because she was beginning to feel so much for Dean. So much that it began to physically pain her when he wasn't around.

Now? It was real.

Before Garrett walked in, Dean had told her that he didn't have time for her to be his girlfriend. She didn't want to just be a hookup anymore, but he couldn't give that to her.

“You’re a dick, Dean. You’re going to end up hurting-“

"G, please," Dean begs, but she interrupts.

"Garrett, stop!" she screams out when he yanks on the collar of Dean's shirt.

"We're fucking leaving, Y/N," he moves from Dean's shirt to her wrist, pulling her out of the room.

As she's about to protest, she glances at Dean to see if he would have it in him to say something. Anything.

But Dean's face is expressionless. He can't even look her in the eyes as he watches Garrett yank her away.

All hope in her chest faded away.

-

The car ride with her brother was pure silence until they stopped at a red light and he began speaking.

The muscle in his jaw ticked.

"You knew what he was like."

The words were quiet.

Y/N's throat tightened.

"I know."

"He sleeps with everyone."

"I know."

"Then why him?"

That question hurt the most.

Because she didn't have an answer that Garrett would understand.

How was she supposed to explain that Dean had become her favorite part of every day?

"I don't know."

The lie tasted bitter.

Garrett laughed humorlessly.

"Yeah."

Arriving at her apartment, she stayed silent.

She barely made it through her apartment door before her phone buzzed.

Dean.

Mr. Six Flags: are u okay?

A tear finally slipped down her cheek.

Mr. Six Flags: baby please answer me

Mr. Six Flags: i know ur mad

Mr. Six Flags: i just need to know ur safe

Y/N stared at the messages.

Then another appeared.

Mr. Six Flags: i miss u already

A sob escaped her.

Because somehow that made everything worse.

He missed her.

But not enough.

Not enough to stop Garrett, not enough to choose her.

Not enough to call her his.

Her fingers hovered over the screen.

She wanted to answer.

God, she wanted to answer.

Instead, she locked her phone and tossed it onto the couch.

2 MONTHS LATER

Dean had never truly understood what it was like to walk into a room and become overwhelmed with the amount of loneliness, no matter how packed the place was.

Until now.

Every room without her in it felt like hell. That sense of comfortability knowing the girl he had grown so much care and devotion for was beside him made his chest warm. Now, all he has are memories.

The loss of Y/N's presence definitely didn't go unnoticed by him. He found himself looking for her in every crowd.. not that he didn't already do that even when they were seeing each other.

He even noticed the loss of her palm holding his own. At certain times, the nerves that Dean had before a big game were immediately gone when she would grab his hand and squeeze just a bit.

The only other interaction that Dean had with Y/N was at a fundraiser that Logan had put together. The only reason she had showed up was because she was working and despite what happened with Dean, she wanted to show support to her brother and his friends.

Y/N wiped down one of the tables, trying her hardest to avoid Dean's piercing gaze.

Y/N was standing across the room wearing a Malone's t-shirt and jeans, helping people purchase raffle tickets.

And somehow she looked better than half the girls Dean had ever seen dressed up.

He hated it.

Mostly because he couldn't walk over there and tell her.

The bell above the door rang.

Dean wasn't paying attention until Beau groaned.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

Dean looked up.

Then immediately wished he hadn't.

Hunter Davenport.

Of course.

The last person Dean wanted to see.

Hunter stepped inside with a few teammates from the football team, already grinning like he owned the place.

"Fuck," Dean muttered.

Logan laughed.

Hunter's eyes scanned the room.

And landed directly on Y/N.

Dean immediately sat up straighter.

No.

Absolutely not.

Hunter walked over to her without hesitation.

Y/N looked up from her clipboard.

Then smiled politely.

Dean's jaw clenched.

She smiled at everyone.

Y/N nodded at something he said then laughed again.

Dean hated that laugh.

Not because it was annoying.

Because it was his favorite sound.

And Hunter was getting it.

Dean walked over after admitting that he couldn't stand watching anymore.

"Davenport."

Dean wraps an arm around her waist protectively, but she softly puts his arm down.

Dean wasn't sure how he was going to win her back, but he wasn't going to let this prick have her time either.

-

"Well, well, Wellsy,” Dean tried to put on a brave face for everyone else, but inside, he was a wreck without his other half.

"Hello, Dean," Hannah says softly as she starts getting Malone's clean and ready for the hockey team to come in tonight and celebrate the first game of the season.

Dean could tell that Hannah's tone had gone cold a tad ever since he ended things with Y/N. He still tried to make light of things.

Dean took a second to think. "How is she?" he asks under his breath.

Hannah blinks. "Dean, I told you to stop asking me. I don’t enjoy feeling like Im going against my friend and my boyfriend.”

Dean is partially offended that Hannah thinks he hadn't tried to talk to Y/N. The amount of texts he has sent is embarrassing.

1 month ago:

Mr. Six Flags: hi baby

Mr. Six Flags: how have u been doing

Mr. Six Flags: It's cold as fuck in New York

Mr. Six Flags: wish u were here too

2 weeks ago:

Mr. Six Flags: talk to me, Y/N.

Mr. Six Flags: i can’t keep calling you just to hear your voicemail

Mr. Six Flags: i miss you

7 days ago:

Mr. Six Flags: i’m so ducking drunk babyee.!? i’m so fuked up riGht now

Mr. Six Flags: Pleez ralk to mee

3 days ago:

Mr. Six Flags: i miss you i miss us

Mr. Six Flags: i don’t give a fuck about anything anymore i just want you back in my arms

Mr. Six Flags: i’m sorry

today:

Mr. Six Flags: hi babydoll

Mr. Six Flags: i heard ur working at malone’s tonight

Mr. Six Flags: i’m gonna be there too please talk to me

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“I’ve tried everything, Wellsy, please. Just tell me if she’s doing okay,” Dean begs.

Hannah shakes her head in disappointment. “You can’t mess this up with Garrett again, Dean. If he finds out you’re still asking me about her, he’ll kill you. Then, your whole hockey team will be off.”

Somewhere between the time of being with Y/N, the lines of hockey began to become a blur for him. When it came to her, hockey would be the last thing on his mind.

Convenient considering his own doubt of his future is what made him fuck up and lose Y/N in the first place.

“Hannah, please,” Dean tries one last time.

She sighs, feeling pity for Dean. “Fine, she’s doing okay. At least from what I can see.”

Dean nods, eager to hear more about his girl.

“She’s been a bit distracted though? Garrett says he’s not sure what’s been happening either,” Hannah continues.

Dean’s brows furrow. Distracted?

“She’ll be working tonight. Don’t fuck this up, Dean,” she gives him a small smile then walks off.

-

Later that night, Y/N’s doing her job, cleaning the tables before the hockey team arrives. They won, per usual.

Hannah’s spending her break by working on her song for her pop showcase competition. She says she tends to work best outside so it’s quiet.

The bell connected to the Malone’s door dings. Y/N doesn’t look up.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you in a minute!”

“Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” a familiar voice asked.

Y/N freezes. She knows that voice all too well.

“Hi, Dad. Why are you here?”

Y/N backs up out of habit as he tries to walk closer to her.

“You don’t answer your cell.”

“I don’t answer because I don’t want to talk to you! I haven’t spoken to you since I moved out so why are you blowing up my phone now? Why did you travel all the way here?”

“Cindy and I are getting married and she wants to meet you and your brother before the wedding,” he says calmly.

“You’ve barely started dating! Does Cindy know what you used to do to us and mom?” her fists clench.

He’s about to say something, but his eyes look up above him. A security camera pointed directly at him.

He tried to fight his annoyance. “Don’t start, Y/N. I’d expect this from Garrett, but not from you.”

Her breath hitches. “You know, I have the right to refuse service to anyone. So get the fuck out, Dad.”

After he leaves, she releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

"Don't do it." her says to herself, but her hands are moving faster than her mind.

Her hands are shaking and struggle to grab her phone. She goes to her emergency contacts and dials the first number.

Dean.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Baby?” his voice is confused, but relieved somehow.

“Dean?”

“Where are you?” he asks urgently as if he already could sense something was wrong.

Her nostrils flare as she tries to stop herself from tears falling down her cheeks.

“Malone’s. Sorry.. I shouldn’t have called. I just-“

“I’m on my way.”

She could barely speak, but she as she caught her breath, she let out a small whimper as if saying “thank you.”

“Thank you for calling me, babydoll.”

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[xxmmandyxx]

Missing shoe / dean di laurentis

Warnings: party, alcohol, drunk

The house was loud enough to feel like it was shaking. Music thumped through the walls, cups were scattered across every surface, people were packed into the whole downstairs so tightly that moving required shoulder-checking strangers just to get through.

Dean sat across from Logan at the dining table finishing a drinking game neither of them had been taking too seriously.

”You cheated,” Logan accused immediately.

Dean snorted. ”You say that every single time you lose.”

”Because you cheat every single time i lose.”

”Well, that sounds like a you problem.”

Logan flipped him off while Dean laughed and reached for his beer.

The instinctively glanced around the room. Looking for her. Without even realizing it.

But his smile faded when he didn’t spot her immediately. Weird. She’d been everywhere all night. Holding onto him earlier while he talked to Garret, stealing drinks from him and everyone around here every chance she got, dancing with Allie hard enough that she crashed into more people than she probably even realized. Talking about the most random things with Tucker.

Dean glanced around again. Still nothing.

Beau noticed immediately. ”What?”

Dean shrugged once. ”Haven’t seen her in a while.”

Beau looked around lazily. ”She’s probably just off terrorizing somebody for drinks.”

”Hopefully not.”

He quickly pulls out his phone and sends her a text. Asking her where she is. But no answer.

Across the room he spotted Allie and Hannah, he stood automatically and made his way through the crowd toward them. ”Allie.”

She looked up immediately.

”Where’s she at?”

Allie frowned slightly. ”I thought she was with you.”

”Well as you can see, she’s not.”

”we haven’t seen her since we were in the kitchen.”

”How long ago was that?”

”A while ago?” Hannah nodded in agreement.

Dean’s jaw tightened slightly. ”And?”

”She was fine,” Hannah said quickly. ”I mean, she was really drunk. But she seemed fine.”

Dean smiled tightly at them before turning away. Taking his phone out of his pocket. Attempting to call her. But yet again no answer.

”Maybe she went to your room?” Allie offered.

”Yeah. Probably”

He barely finished his sentence before he was walking towards his room. Pushing through the thick crowded room of people.

He checked his room. Empty. Bathrooms. Empty other than the ones with couples making out. The guys bedrooms were empty aswell.

He then checked the backyard. Nothing.

He pushed through the room again and walked out onto the porch. Cold air hit him instantly.

The noise from inside muffled slightly behind him as he closed the door.

He scanned the porch. Then froze. She sat on the front steps leaning against the railing. With her eyes closed and one arm dangling loosely across her lap.

”Baby.”

No response.

Dean crossed the porch quickly and crouched in front of her.

”Hey.”

She opened her eyes slowly. And her face softened when she realized who was sitting in front of her. Her boyfriend. Her Dean.

”There you are.” She slurred quietly.

Dean let out a breath through his nose. ”What are you doing out here baby? You must be cold.”

She blinked at him lazily. ”I just wanted some air.”

”Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gone with you.”

”I don’t know.”

Her head lolled slightly against the railing while Dean looked her over carefully. Hair messy from the wind. Mascara faintly smudged underneath her eyes. Her tiny dress ridden dangerously high on her thighs from how she’d been sitting curled up. And she was shaking.

Then Dean’s eyes dropped lower. One heel. One bare foot. He stared.

”…where’s your shoe?”

She looked down slowly. There was a long pause before genuine horror crossed her face. ”Oh.”

”Yeah.”

”I had both earlier.”

”I know you did sweetheart.”

She kept staring at her foot like she couldn’t fully process it.

”When did that happen?”

Dean laughed quietly despite himself.

”You tell me.”

A weak laugh escaped her before another shiver ran through her hard enough Dean noticed almost immediately.

That settled it.

”Okay, let’s get up.”

She frowned slightly. ”Why?”

”Because you’re freezing.”

”I’m okay.”

”You’re literally shaking.”

Dean stood and reached for her carefully, sliding his hands around her waist to pull her upright.

The second she stood, her entire body swayed violently sideways.

”Whoa—”

Dean tightened his grip on her immediately.

She burst into startled laughter.

”Yeah,” he muttered. ”C’mon”

She leaned heavily against him while he steadied her, one hand firm on her waist while the other tugged the hem of her dress back down where it had ridden up.

She smiled at him. ”You love me.”

Dean looked down at her for a second. Completely drunk. One shoe missing. Barely able to stand. But still smiling at him like he hung the moon.

”Yes, i do.”

She giggled against him.

Dean kept his hands securely on her hips as he guided her back inside. Warm air and noise hit them immediately.

The second Logan looked up from his conversation and saw her climbing onto Dean, he barked out a laugh.

”Holy shit. You okay?”

”I’m fine.” She replied weakly.

”Where is her other shoe?” He asked Dean.

”I don’t know man.”

Dean guided her further into the kitchen. Every few seconds she drifted sideways into him. Practically melting against his chest while he moved her carefully around people.

He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and twisted the cap off before placing it in her hands. ”Drink.”

She held the bottle with both hands like it required actual concentration.

Garrett leaned against the counter watching them. ”Dude. Maybe you should take her upstairs and put her to bed. She’s obliterated.”

”Yeah. Yeah, I will.”

She took two tiny sips before looking up sadly.

”Dean?”

”Yes, baby.”

”My shoe’s gone.”

”I know.” Dean said patiently.

”I really liked those shoes.”

”I’m sure they liked you too.”

That made both her and Garret laugh, before she nearly tipped sideways again.

”Okay. Let’s get you upstairs now.”

She clung onto him the entire way upstairs, arms looped loosely around his neck whenever she stumbled while Dean kept both hands steady on her waist to keep her upright.

By the time they reached his room, she was giggling at absolutely nothing.

Dean shut his bedroom door behind them, muffling the party downstairs slightly.

”Alright.” He said gently. ”Sit down.”

She dropped heavily onto his bed.

Dean crouched to pull off her remaining heel before tossing it near his closet.

Then he looked up at her properly. Still drunk. Still blinking slowly. Hair a mess.

He sighed quietly before standing and grabbing one of his t-shirt from his dresser. ”You need help to put this on?”

”Yes.”

Dean helped her zip of the tight dress she had been wearing, and pulled the t-shirt over her head. After some struggle she was now only wearing his shirt and a pair underwear.

”It smells like you.”

”That’s usually how my clothes work.”

That earned a laugh from her.

He kicked off his shoes. And took of everything but his boxers, and then climbed into bed next to her. Tugging a blanked over them as they laid down.

The second he settled against the pillows, she practically collapsed onto him.

Arms wrapping around his waist. Face buried against his chest. Legs thrown over his.

”I love you.” She whispered.

Dean’s expression softened instantly.

”I love you too, baby.”

[andy-15-07]

Hii, i love your work!!

I was wondering if you could write about Dean finding out reader broke up with him because she was depressed and didn’t want to burden him.

Too Much

Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis  x Reader

Word Count: 1431

Request open!

Off campus masterlist

Dean found out on a Thursday night, which felt rude.

The breakup had happened three days earlier, but it had taken him that long to stop pretending it was temporary. That was the thing about Dean Di Laurentis: he could act like he was fine with almost anything, right up until the moment he wasn’t.

He had texted you twice. Called once. Left one voice mail that was noticeably less flippant than usual.

You had not answered any of them.

So when Garrett found him in the kitchen that night staring at his phone like it had personally betrayed him, he did what Garrett always did when he sensed emotional disaster: he became a little too blunt.

“You’re gonna wear a hole through that thing.”

Dean looked up. “She’s avoiding me.”

Garrett leaned against the counter. “Yeah. Usually what ‘we should break up’ means.”

Dean’s jaw tightened. “She didn’t mean it.”

Garrett’s expression changed, just a little. “Dean,”

“No,” Dean said quickly, because if he let Garrett say it first, then it would become real. “No. Something’s wrong.”

Garrett held his gaze for a second, then sighed. “Then find out.”

That had been easier said than done.

You had broken up with him in your room with red-rimmed eyes and a voice so flat it had scared him more than if you had been angry.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

He had gone still. “What?”

You hadn’t looked at him. “It’s better this way.”

Dean had laughed once because he had genuinely thought you were joking. “No, it’s not.”

You had shaken your head, and he had seen it then,the exhaustion, the heaviness, the way you were holding yourself together by force. “I’m serious.”

He had taken a step toward you. “Talk to me.”

“I can’t.”

“That’s not an answer.”

You’d pressed your lips together, and when you finally spoke, your voice had broken just enough to make his chest hurt.

“I’m depressed, Dean.”

He had gone very still.

You’d swallowed hard and kept going before he could interrupt. “And I know you’d say it’s okay, and I know you’d want to help, but I can’t keep making you carry me when I can barely carry myself.”

“Hey,” he’d said immediately, but you shook your head and stepped back.

“I’m not asking you to fix me,” you whispered. “I just don’t want to be another thing you have to worry about.”

Dean had stared at you like you had just punched him in the ribs.

“You are not a thing I have to worry about,” he had said.

You’d laughed then, but it had sounded awful. “Dean.”

“You’re not a burden.”

You had looked away.

And because Dean was Dean, because he had never been good at letting anything go once it mattered, he had tried to reach for you one more time.

You had stepped out of his grasp.

That had been the worst part.

Now, three days later, he stood outside the library door with Logan beside him, both of them having been dragged there by Tucker under the vague excuse of “finding something useful to do with your lives.”

Dean barely heard any of it.

Because through the glass, he saw you.

You were sitting at a table with Logan’s textbook open in front of you, hair pulled back, sleeves over your hands, looking tired in a way that made Dean’s stomach twist. Not because you looked bad. Because you looked like you had been carrying something too heavy for too long.

Logan looked up from the book and noticed him first.

He frowned, then looked between Dean and you, understanding clicking into place with visible reluctance.

“Dean,” Logan said carefully, “maybe don’t,”

Dean was already walking.

He pushed through the library door and headed straight for the table, all charm and confidence gone in a second because all he could think about was the way you had looked at him when you said you were afraid of being a burden.

You looked up when his shadow fell over the table.

For one second your face went completely blank.

Then you closed your eyes briefly like you had expected this and hated that you were right.

“Dean,” you said quietly.

He stopped beside the chair. “Can we talk?”

Logan started gathering his things, clearly trying to make an exit. Dean barely noticed.

You shook your head once, very small. “Not here.”

He stared at you. “Then where?”

You looked exhausted by the question. “Dean.”

He lowered his voice immediately. “Just talk to me.”

You swallowed, and something in your face cracked. Not all the way. Just enough.

Logan, to his credit, had already pushed his chair back. “I’m gonna give you guys a minute.”

Dean barely acknowledged him.

The second Logan was out of earshot, Dean pulled the chair beside you around and sat down, leaning forward until he could see your face better.

“You broke up with me because you’re depressed?”

You flinched.

He regretted the bluntness the second it left his mouth.

You looked down. “Yes.”

He stared at you, trying to understand how this made any sense at all and getting more furious by the second because it didn’t. “Why would you think I’d want out because of that?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Because I know what it looks like.”

“No,” he said immediately. “No, you don’t get to decide that for me.”

Your eyes flashed briefly, tired and raw. “Dean, I didn’t want you to have to deal with me like this.”

His face changed.

Not angry.

More hurt than angry, which was somehow worse.

“You think I was with you because it was easy?”

You looked away.

He leaned closer, voice low and urgent now. “You think I don’t know what it means to love someone when they’re hurting? You think I would rather lose you than have to care about you?”

You closed your eyes.

He softened instantly, but not enough to let you escape the truth of what he was saying.

“Look at me,” he said.

You did, reluctantly.

Dean took a breath. “You do not get to disappear on me because you’re struggling. You do not get to make that choice for both of us.”

Your jaw trembled once before you set it. “I didn’t want to be selfish.”

His expression broke.

“That,” he said quietly, “is the dumbest thing you have ever said to me.”

You let out a surprised laugh through the edge of tears.

He reached across the table and this time, carefully, slowly, gave you room to pull away if you wanted to. You didn’t. You let him take your hand.

“You are not a burden,” he said. “Not to me. Not ever.”

Your face crumpled a little at that.

Dean’s thumb brushed over your knuckles. “I would rather know the truth and stay than have you make this decision alone.”

You swallowed hard. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I know.”

You looked down at your joined hands. “I thought you’d get tired.”

Dean almost laughed, but it came out wrecked and soft. “Baby, I’m Dean Di Laurentis. Tired is not the issue.”

That made you smile a little through the tears, which nearly undid him completely.

He squeezed your hand. “Tell me what you need.”

You stared at him, blinking hard.

He waited.

That, more than anything, made something in you loosen.

“I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “I’m just… tired all the time. And sad. And it felt easier to leave before you started having to watch me fall apart.”

Dean looked at you for a long second, then stood and crouched in front of your chair so he was eye level with you.

“Then let me watch,” he said softly. “Let me be here. That’s what I’m asking for.”

Your breath caught.

He brushed a thumb under your eye. “No more deciding for me.”

You nodded once, tiny and hesitant.

Dean smiled, small and aching and real. “Okay?”

You let out a breath that shook. “Okay.”

His forehead rested against your knee for a moment, just long enough to make the whole room feel quieter.

When he stood back up, his expression had gone gentler than you had seen it in days.

“Text me tomorrow,” he said.

You blinked. “That’s it?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m trying not to overwhelm you.”

You laughed softly. “You already did.”

“Good.”

And then, because he was Dean and could never leave anything too serious for too long, he kissed your knuckles and said, “I’m not going anywhere.”

This time, you believed him.

[lacyydollette]

₊  ֹ  ˖  THE TIME WHEN LOGAN FINDS DEAN IN BED WITH HIS SISTER ᱺㅤㅤ   ୨౿ 

there were certain traumatic events john logan wanted to erase from his brain. scratch that from the existence, and all of that somehow involved dean. his alleged best friend.

first was when he caught dean taking a bubble bath with a hot pink dildo.

second was when he found his nasty condoms clogging the shower drain.

third—third was when he barged into his room for something and found him naked and all cuddly with his own fucking sister.

he doesn’t have the time to do anything but let out a scream of disgust and slap a hand over his eyes, protecting his innocence.

meanwhile dean doesn’t have the time to react to anything else except let out a high‑pitched scream while you—you, the said sister—roll yourself in your boyfriend’s sheet and out of panic fall right onto the floor, wrapped in his sheets like a marshmallow.

boyfriend you haven’t told a soul about after dating for months, after so many nights of you sneaking into his room from the back door and him sneaking into your dorm every single time your roommate is out.

“are you guys fucking decent yet!?” just from the way your brother yells, unnecessarily loud, you know he’s mad mad.

why wouldn’t he be? his own sister has gone behind his back, dating his manwhore, womanizer best friend.

“yes!” you yell back, just like he did, while dean quickly shoves his junk into his boxers and stands up.

“are you fucking serious, man?” the moment logan opens his eyes, he’s glaring at dean, ready to use his fists on him. “out of all the girls in the world, you go for my sister?”

dean throws his hands up. “i didn’t go for your sister, man, i fell for her. there’s a difference! it just happened!”

“oh, congratulations,” logan snaps. “that makes it soooo much better.”

“i’m not a kid, stop treating me like one, i made my own choice!” you yell, joining their yelling match, and that just earns you a glare from your brother.

“not a word from you.”

“how long has this been going on?” he turns to dean sternly.

“couple months. . ?” dean answers boredly, now more distracted by your current state than the impending murder.

god, you look so hot wrapped up in his shit while you shoot daggers at your brother.

“months?” logan’s eyes go wide. “you’ve been lying to my face for months, you lying slut?!”

“i weren’t lying!” dean snaps. “i was . . selectively honest.”

“that’s literally the definition of lying!” logan practically roars. “you’ve been sneaking my sister into your shithole of a room like some—some raccoon with a sex addiction for months?!”

a mess. it’s all just a mess.

finally after a shit ton of screaming at each other when they’ve both calmed down and you and dean have both made it clear that you’re serious, logan sighs. “let’s get this over with.”

confusion swings across your face as you stare at both of them, worried. “what are you guys talking about?”

dean gets to his feet. so does logan.

“sorry. it needs to be done,” your brother mutters.

“needs to be done,” dean echoes guiltily.

when dean cracks the knuckles of his right hand, understanding dawns in your eyes. “you’re going to hit him?” you exclaim, jumping to your feet. “what the hell! no way!”

“di laurentis knows the code. he didn’t follow it. therefore. . ”

logan’s right. there is a code. other teams might have rules about not dating a teammate’s sister or ex or whoever else is off‑limits, but briars hockey team never strictly adhered to anything like that. their rule was much simpler—ask before you go there.

the code isn’t some random bullshit. it’s about respecting your teammate.

dean cracks the knuckles of his left hand.

“you’re insane. don’t you dare touch him, john!” you clutch the sheets and try to throw yourself toward dean, but he gently moves you to the side.

“just let it happen,” he says. “it’s really not a big de—”

logan doesn’t throw a punch.

he knees dean in the balls.

dean folds like a lawn chair, collapsing onto the bed, croaking as he grabs his junk.

“logan, you piece of shit, not the niece and nephew maker!”

logan just shrugs, his anger totally replaced by satisfaction of the hit, totally unapologetic. “relax, if they’re di laurentis stock, they’ll respawn.”

dean wheezes from the bed. “pretty sure they just rage‑quit, man.”

[prplelacdbra]

if there’s one thing dean loves more than sex, it’s calling you his wife despite the fact you were clearly not even dating.

any chance he had, there was a high likelihood he was throwing on a "my wife!" at the end of every greeting or defense in your name.

it happened the first time at a party. he was clearly drunk, you were tipsy, the entire house had a buzz going through it that could only come from the hockey boys playing another fantastic game against their rivals. it was brutal, mean, and downright unfair playing. but none of them seemed to care because they won 4-2. that alone called for a celebration.

you were in the kitchen throwing back another shot that dean had convinced you and the boys to take. the numbers of shots that had been consumed was already a high enough number that your tipsy brain couldn't even count to if you had the concentration required to do so.

"my wife is insane, you guys," dean cheered, grabbing your wrist and throwing it over your heads in celebration of the shots that everyone had just consumed. but to him, you had taken it better than any of the boys. "did you see that?"

"she's not your wife," garrett reminded like the only sensible one around, a cough coming out with his discretion as the back of his hand wiped away the remaining shot on his drunkenly swollen lips.

"she's not even your girlfriend," logan interjected.

all you could do was laugh, the alcohol in your brain not even arguing with the fact that were definitely not his wife..

the next time was at malone's.

the fundraiser that logan had thrown together last minute had been a hit. there was karaoke, drinks, fundraisers, raffles, everything they needed to get the college kids out and sponsors donating to the local youth hockey.

tucker was somewhere up front entertainment with a very drunken rendition of save a horse (ride a cowboy) unashamed. garrett, hannah, allie, and logan were cheering him on front row.

you were at the bar with dean ordering drinks for the group. that's when you had heard a girl come up to dean and started flirting without a care in the world. you'd gotten used to it over the years, the girls throwing themselves at him. usually he reciprocated - like eighty percent of the time - but times like tonight, when he was fully at your attention and mercy without you even having to say anything, he gently pushed them away.

two drinks in his hand that the girl always tried to accept for herself before he placed them on the counter before she could even touch them.

"sorry, that ones for my wife."

you heard him say it as the employee handed you the half a dozen drinks for your table, then you heard and even louder scoff come from the girl at the mere thought of being rejected by dean di laurentis of all people.

"y'know," you started, carefully picking up a few of the drinks and leaving the rest for dean as you started the crowded trek back to the table, "you've gotta stop telling people i'm your wife."

"why?"

"they might start believing it," you choked on a laugh.

dean looked genuinely concerned. like the mere thought of not calling you his wife hadn't ever occurred to him.

"why's that a bad thing?"

"we're not even together. so yes, people assuming we're married when we've never even had sex might start confusing some people."

"a man tried to treat his wife right and he gets killed for it," he shook his head around his glass. "unbelievable."

"you're unbelievable," you laughed. "why are you calling me that anyways? you want me to start going around calling you my husband to everyone?" you leaned against the table playfully as he relaxed into his. his arm resting against the bench and his foot resting on his knee carefully.

"depends."

"on what?"

"you gonna start putting your name as di laurentis on everything? cause then yeah, be my guest," he smiled.

"i already wear your shirt to hockey games? that ain't enough for your ego?"

"never."

"i'm gonna start wearing logan's then. heard the girls are going crazy for him these days."

"you wouldn't," he placed his glass down on the table, eyes challenging like he was daring you to even try wearing a jersey with Logan's name splattered along the back. "i will burn any jersey you have that doesn't have di laurentis on the back of it. because mrs. di laurentis doesn't love anyone more than her loving, boding, gorgeously handsome husband."

"i think mr. di laurentis has lost his mind," you joked.

[goatedsaminator]

i love javadi connnstantly wanting to stay the night