WILDEST DREAMS || DEAN DI LAURENTIS X GRAHAM!READER (PART 2)
“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.
"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.
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."
"He sleeps with everyone."
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?
Garrett laughed humorlessly.
Arriving at her apartment, she stayed silent.
She barely made it through her apartment door before her phone buzzed.
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.
Mr. Six Flags: i miss u already
Because somehow that made everything worse.
Not enough to stop Garrett, not enough to choose her.
Not enough to call her his.
Her fingers hovered over the screen.
God, she wanted to answer.
Instead, she locked her phone and tossed it onto the couch.
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.
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.
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."
Then immediately wished he hadn't.
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.
Hunter's eyes scanned the room.
And landed directly on Y/N.
Dean immediately sat up straighter.
Hunter walked over to her without hesitation.
Y/N looked up from her clipboard.
Y/N nodded at something he said then laughed again.
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.
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.
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
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
Mr. Six Flags: i’m so ducking drunk babyee.!? i’m so fuked up riGht now
Mr. Six Flags: Pleez ralk to mee
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: 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
“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.
He picks up on the first ring.
“Baby?” his voice is confused, but relieved somehow.
“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-“
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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