dean thomas x collector!reader
summary: your boyfriend dean comes over and is forced to play with your lps, luckily hes not new to the concept of having fun.(side note: lps stands for littlest pet shop they are cute toys) this takes place during the canon time however the lps looks like 2000s version
warnings: complete fluff, mentions of mattheo riddle, def will be some mistakes, kinda boring, havent written in awhile and im not necessarily a consistent writer either so bare with me
word count: 1.5k
Rushing to the door upon hearing the doorbell ring every Wednesday had become a common occurrence. Knocking things over clumsily as your socks slid against the wooden flooring of your house had, unfortunately for your parents, also become a weekly activity. It was the summer which already had its perks, but of course it being the first summer Dean Thomas was your boyfriend was the cherry on top. You were extremely ecstatic to see him, seeing as you had found a brand new thing to obsess over. That being a new toy that had just come out named Littlest Pet Shop.
You swiftly opened the door, seeing your charming boyfriend standing with his backpack hanging over his shoulder filled with extra clothing, hygiene products, and random stuff of his own.
“That was awfully quick. I've got to say, it almost seems like you were waiting at the door for me.” Dean gave you a grin.
“Waiting at the door? No, but I do happen to have an extra boost of speed when you come over.”
“Yeah?” he said, giving you a knowing smirk. He knew more than anyone just what a simple word could do to you, making you weak in the knees. You twirled around, leading him to your bedroom but also hiding the growing smile he had caused. You had been together nearly more than half the year, but you still got nervous and giddy around him.
Unopened boxes lay across the carpeted floor of your colorful bedroom. You had held back your excitement in order to share the moment of opening something new with your boyfriend.
“So I've got something for us to open.” you dragged him down to the ground, sitting crisscross.
It was no surprise to Dean that you had found a new toy to like. When first meeting you in charms class he overheard you talking to your friends about little figurines you had back at home. Once he knew you better, he had come to find out that you were a collector of many trinkets. He admired your passion to enjoy what you loved without reason. Having his own interest in action figures which hardly anyone knew besides Neville and Seamus. He just couldn’t help himself when he saw a figure of his favorite comic book character. That being said, he always was astonished by the many decorated shelves of your kickknacks. He seemed to find something new every time he had seen them.
He turned to look at you, with adoration painted across his face. “Let's do it, but first, look what I got.”
Dean unzipped his backpack, pulling out a spiderman action figure. It was the most recent design that was limited edition. He had scrambled to the stores just to find it before it went out of stock. It may have cost him a shit ton of money, but he couldn’t care less. Your jaw dropped when seeing it as you knew this was all he had been talking about for the past week.
“I can't believe you were actually able to get it.”
“As if I could lose to the 11 year olds who didn’t even notice the difference between the old one and the remodel.” the two of you laughed at how ridiculous it sounded.
Dean scooted over towards you, closing the space as you both unboxed the lps. A cd was playing a mixtape of the two of yours favorite songs, sending soft waves of sound into the serene atmosphere. The birds chirped outside the window, Dean noticing the way you ripped the boxes apart recklessly, excited to see which one you had gotten out of the many possibilities. He then looked down to see his carefully opened packages.
It was always the small details that got him lost in thought. He had always believed that the two of you balanced each other out. When he was somewhat dismissive you were overly concerned towards the subject. When you were carefree, he was overthinking everything.
Where he would sit back and watch nervously and regretfully, you would stand up and fight for what you believed in. Where he would take small bites of his cookie to savor it, your bites would consume nearly the whole entire sweet. When he would listen to his music quietly as just background so he could still hear what was around him, you would blast yours being fully consumed by the melodies and lyricism of the artist. Though you always seemed to be on slightly different wavelengths, you still met in the middle.
He couldn't help but think of how perfect you felt for him. He admired the beauty of not only you but of the bond you two shared. So, whenever he noticed the small ways you two were opposites, he believed it meant something more. You were on the other side of the balance scale, weighing just as much as he did in all the right ways. Making his life feel easy.
Once the two of you were done, you set the tiny figures into the miniature dollhouse you decorated.
“Well shall we get to playing?” you spoke as you switched the cd out to play some oldies.
His gaze rested on your figure before he blinked back into reality, “Play? I thought we were just opening them.”
“What? You think I'm just opening them just to have? No! Come on, you can add your spidey into it too. I promise it'll be fun.”
“Fine, but can we get a snack first please. I think I deserve a reward for cramping my hands opening your little animals.” he said with hints of truth because he really did have an ache in his hand.
You sat closely on the dining room stools, watching your mom make cookies. Your head rested against his shoulder, his grip on your hand had been light but unmoving. He loved gently tracing the creases on your fingers and the way his hand had always been slightly bigger than yours. It made him feel like your protector, though he knew deep down you had always been his. Not necessarily physically, but he always felt at peace emotionally when you had been with him.
You raised your head and pressed your lips to his cheek. He turned his head in your direction, corners of his lips curving. He placed one on your nose, then angled his mouth towards yours, smiling into the kiss.
“You know, preferably I'd want you to do that in your room,” your mom spoke with a playful smirk on.
The two of you pulled away awkwardly, so in the moment you had forgotten she was right in front of you on the other side of the kitchen island.
“Right, sorry,” he said, embarrassed by the situation.
“No need,” your mom said before sliding a plate of cookies towards the two of you.
“Don’t eat them too fast,” she spoke in a motherly tone as the two of you headed back towards your room with the plate.
Once you and Dean had a few cookies, you placed the plate aside and focused on the task at hand. Making a plot for your future entertainment. What you had discussed so far was the new cat figure you got being a robber who also happened to be Spiderman's best friend. He had to decide what to do with his criminal friend. The cat had to decide whether to take the side of spidey or to follow through with his villain boss’ wishes who was a snake.
You suggested the snake’s name be mattheo, referring to Mattheo Riddle, your classmate you were convinced was evil. Mainly because he 100% stole your green turtle shaped stone in your first year, you didn't care much for it, but you were bothered by his theft. You would have given in to him if he just asked, but he didn’t. Dean begged for you to allow him to play the cat, which you of course let him.
Glancing up at each other in the dimlit room you painted his cute dimples as he painted his favorite feature of yours. Deciding to paint each other while you watched a movie was just another thing you did to pass time. One of your friends had owled you, telling you all about how her and her girlfriend had painted each other which ended in a disaster. You offered the idea to Dean to which he accepted it.
“This isn't too bad actually, I'm pretty proud of this.” his thin-tipped brush stroked the canvas as he added the highlights of your faces.
“If you turn that around and I see a troll, I will throw this pillow at you.”
“Hey, nothing’s wrong with looking like a trol—OW! I haven't even showed it to you yet.”
“You didn't have to.” you said glaring at him, yet there was a glint of something in your eyes saying you were enjoying yourself.
“Today was good.” you two laid on your bed, cuddled underneath the warm blankets. His arm snuck around your body, as he pulled you in tighter.
a/n: this actually pissed me off reading this so imma pretend i didnt and lets all act like i didnt write this. anyways i feel like dean doesn’t get enough love and thats fr my man so i had to do something for him. id you do end up liking this let me know tho so i dont feel like i fr just created shit from ass . i think i mainly just hated it cuz its so vanilla but hey sometimes thats what you need
