WILDEST DREAMS || DEAN DI LAURENTIS X GRAHAM!READER
“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, abuse, violence
AUTHOR NOTE: first off campus fic! i hope i did the characters justice.. but pleaaase feel free to request anything & everything!!!
- also written mainly for mai&sami <3 also sami i took pins from u to make this.. sorry i love u
Dean Di Laurentis should have known Garrett Graham was up to something the second he walked into the hockey house kitchen and found his friend waiting for him with folded arms.
“Uh-oh,” Dean said, reaching into the fridge for a beer. “That look usually means I clogged the shower with a condom again.”
He winked at a puck bunny who was in his bed a couple hours prior to the party.
Garrett didn’t smile. That should’ve been the first warning sign.
The second came when Garrett followed him out onto the back deck, where Beau Maxwell was currently arguing with several teammates about whether birthday shots counted if he had taken some the day before as well.
The house was already packed. Music rattled the walls. People streamed through the front door in clusters, carrying cases of beer and cheap liquor. Tonight was Dean and Beau’s shared birthday party, which meant the entire campus had apparently received an invitation.
Dean twisted the cap off his beer. “What the hell is going on?”
Garrett’s jaw flexed. “My sister’s coming tonight.”
Dean blinked.
“Okay, and why are you telling me that like it’s a fucking threat?”
Garrett stared at him.
Dean sighed.
“Oh. Jesus Christ.”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
Dean lifted his hands. “G, I have no interest in your sister.”
The statement came easily enough. Mostly because it was true. At least for now.
Dean had a slight idea of what Garrett’s sister looked like based on how he would describe her. But his little sister existed firmly inside the category labeled Absolutely Not.
The same category that included dating teammates’ exes and sleeping with professors.
Garrett didn’t look reassured.
“If I hear you even looked at her—”
Dean barked out a laugh. “You cannot be fucking serious.”
“I’m serious.”
“You mean I can’t even look at her?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
“That’s psychotic, man.”
Suddenly Dean wasn’t laughing anymore.
Because underneath the irritation in Garrett’s voice sat something else. Something sharper.
The expression crossed Garrett’s face so quickly Dean almost missed it.
“She’s been through enough,” Garrett said quietly.
Dean frowned.
Garrett wasn’t usually the overprotective brother type. Annoying? Yes. Bossy? Absolutely. But this felt different.
This felt personal.
The problem was that Garrett’s expression made it abundantly clear that further questions would not be welcome.
“Fine. I’ll stay away from her.”
“Fine?”
“Yeah, fine. I said I’d stay away from her. I swear on my incredible fucking good looks.”
“No fuckin’ jokes.”
“Garrett, come on.”
“Dean.” Then he walked away.
Leaving Dean standing on the deck with a beer in his hand and a strange feeling lodged somewhere beneath his ribs.
Because Garrett hadn’t sounded protective. He’d sounded afraid.
And Dean couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Garrett Graham afraid of anything.
—
Y/N Graham hated college parties.
Not because she disliked people.
Not because she disliked drinking.
And definitely not because she disliked fun.
She hated them because they reminded her that everyone else seemed to understand how to exist effortlessly.
Meanwhile, she spent most of her life feeling like she was constantly waiting for something bad to happen.
Old habits died hard. Especially the ones carved into you during childhood.
The thought surfaced uninvited as she climbed the porch steps of the hockey house.
Music blasted from inside and laughter spilled through open windows.
Some drunk idiot was already butchering a song at the top of his lungs.
Tonight was about Garrett.
Her brother had been pestering her for weeks to attend the birthday party.
His exact words had been: You spend too much time hiding in your apartment.
She’d informed him that reading books and avoiding idiots wasn’t hiding.
He’d called her antisocial.
She’d called him obnoxious as hell.
The argument had ended with Garrett threatening to physically carry her to the party.
Which, unfortunately, sounded like something he’d actually do.
The front door opened before she could reach for the handle.
“Holy shit,” a guy exclaimed.
Y/N recognized him instantly.
Beau Maxwell. Birthday boy number two.
“Garrett’s sister?”
She laughed. “Is that my official title now?”
“Pretty much. I don’t think anybody knows your actual name.”
“Good to know?” She says playfully.
Beau stepped aside dramatically. “Welcome to the party. Try not to die.”
“I’ll do my best.”
The music intensified the second she stepped inside. Bodies crowded every available inch of space.
People danced.
Shouted.
Laughed.
Someone nearly ran into her carrying a bottle of vodka. A familiar hand landed on her shoulder.
“There you are.”
She smiled immediately.
Garrett.
“Happy now?” she asked.
His answering grin was quick.
“Ecstatic. I was about five minutes away from sending out a search party.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“So I’ve been told.”
His gaze swept over her.
Checking. Making sure she was okay.
Y/N pretended not to notice.
“I’m fine,” she said softly. “You can stop looking at me like I’m about to get attacked. He’s not here, G.
Garrett’s expression shifted. Just slightly.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Good.”
Before Y/N could respond, somebody shouted Garrett’s name from across the room.
His teammates.
Garrett groaned.
“Duty calls.”
“Go.”
“You sure?”
She snorted.
“I’m twenty years old, Garrett. I think I can survive a damn party.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Then he disappeared into the crowd.
And from across the room, Dean Di Laurentis looked up from the girl that was currently kissing down his neck.
Their eyes met. Only for a second.
Meaningless.
But not to him.
Dean immediately looked away and immediately turned back towards the puck bunny.
Because he remembered exactly what he’d promised Garrett.
The problem was that he found himself looking back.
Just once. Or maybe twice. He’s lost count by the end of the night.
—
That was just the beginning.
A few weeks became a month.
A month became two.
And somehow, despite every reason they had to stay away from each other, neither of them ever did.
The deception grew easier with time.
Or perhaps they simply grew accustomed to carrying it, letting the weight of the lie settle onto their shoulders until it felt like something they could no longer put down.
There were countless nights spent in Dean’s room, hidden from the rest of the world. Times where they’d both attend a party and spend the entire time wishing they were alone together rather than pretending to hate one another.
Nights filled with laughter, arguments over ridiculous movies, and conversations that stretched far beyond midnight. Moments that felt perilously close to normal, close enough that they could almost pretend none of the complications existed.
Normal people didn’t have to pretend they hated each other in public.
Normal people didn’t have to carefully monitor every glance across a crowded room.
Normal people certainly didn’t have to worry about one of their closest friends discovering a secret capable of detonating their entire lives.
“Y/N, could you help with table six? I’ve got my hands full!” Hannah asks, holding three plates.
Y/N is pulled out of her thoughts immediately. She nods toward Hannah and begins to help clean up table six.
The bell of Malone’s door dings.
She looks up and her eyes meet another pair that she has recently begun to memorize.
Dean pulls his phone out and without hesitation, Y/N does as well. She already knew he was about to send her a text.
Mr. Six Flags: want me 2 tell the guys to sit at one of ur tables?
Y/N: im cleaning table six. come sit here and i’ll serve u guys in a second!
Mr. Six Flags: got it, babydoll. come over tonight? u don’t need to sneak in since the guys are gonna stay out late tonight ;)
Y/N: can’t wait <3
After Y/N sends her text, they both look up and make eye contact. She catches herself before smiling.
She walks over to the table she had secretly told Dean to sit at.
“Hey guys, how was the game?”
She tries her hardest not to glance at Dean, who is doing an awful job at pretending he hates her. She can feel his gaze burning into her skin.
“We won! You should’ve been there, Graham!” Logan exclaims.
She laughs softly. “Next time, I guess. I can’t miss any more of my brother’s wins or else he’ll murder my ass.”
After taking their order, she walks over to put it in, but she pauses when she notices her phone vibrating.
Dad.
She hangs up immediately, but that doesn’t stop him from texting.
Dad: you can’t ignore me forever, Y/N.
Her face drops and she puts her phone on silent. Her breathing becomes heavier as she can feel panic seeping through her bones.
Out of instinct, her eyes try to find Dean’s immediately.
Of course, his were already on her, but his expression was now covered by worry.
Dean was aware of her past with her dad before moving out for college, but she never told him details. He knew she could come to him whenever she was ready.
In only two months, Y/N had become his number one priority. She’d become under his radar 24/7. She was under his protection now whether he wanted it or not. But he knew he wanted it.
His eyes furrowed before sending her another text.
Mr. Six Flags: you ok?? you need me?? we can go outside
The hardest part wasn’t fooling her brother.
For her, it was fooling Dean. It was pretending that she was alright with only hooking up.
For the first time in a while, there had been one person in her life that truly understood what was underneath the act she put up for everyone else. He saw the true nature of her.
Because somewhere along the way, Y/N Graham had ceased being Garrett's little sister.
She had eventually became his favorite part of his day and the realization should’ve terrified him.
Instead, it ruined him in ways he hadn't anticipated, unraveling carefully guarded pieces of himself he had spent years keeping under control.
Dean had spent years constructing his life around certainty. Hockey. His future. Everything existed in neat, manageable compartments.
Y/N obliterated every single one.
She slipped beneath his defenses with alarming ease, settling herself into places he hadn't realized were empty until she occupied them.
The sound of her laugh lingered in his thoughts long after she'd gone home.
And God help him, he was beginning to crave her presence with a dependence that bordered on pathetic.
Dean Di Laurentis, Briar U’s well-known fuck-boy had officially been tied down by one girl who hadn’t even been his girlfriend yet.
The problem was that none of it changed reality.
No matter how badly he wanted her, no matter how much of himself seemed to belong to her now, reality remained stubbornly unchanged.
He knew what she truly wanted. What she truly needed.
The only problem? He also knew he couldn’t give her it.
Every time that thought surfaced, a bitter taste settled in the back of his throat.
Because for the first time in his life, Dean wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be the guy who walked away first.
But the idea of losing the girl he now couldn’t imagine his life without or one of his best friends is what terrified him.
—
Y/n’s fingers traced along Dean’s bicep. Lately, it didn’t take sex to get them to spend time together. Hookups turned into hangouts, but she had no complaints.
She'd spent years building walls sturdy enough to survive anything life threw at her. Years teaching herself that dependence was dangerous and expectations were even worse.
Then Dean Di Laurentis looked at her like she was something worth protecting.
Like she was worth choosing.
“Will you come to the game again tomorrow?”
She smiled softly. “I can’t wear your jersey number again. Garrett almost caught us last time.”
Dean groaned. “Too bad. You looked fuckin’ marvelous in it. I can’t imagine you wearing anyone else’s.”
“Not the point! He spent ten minutes interrogating me!”
“Well.. what did you say?”
“That your jersey was comfortable and I found it in his laundry”
“It is comfortable.”
“Whatever. Moral of the story, I can’t go tomorrow.”
He lifts a brow. “What, because you can’t wear my number? Come anyway. You know I always play better when you’re there, baby.”
A blush creeps onto her cheeks. “I guess, but you can’t point at me after scoring again. You have the survive instincts of a rock.”
He scoffs, but still grinning widely. He pushes the hair out of her face slowly and grips her face with both hands, then placing a kiss on her forehead.
“I have the best survival instincts, for your information.”
She roll my eyes playfully. “You’re secretly dating Garrett Graham’s little sister. He’d beat your ass”
Dean was smiling until he realized what she had said. “Dating?”
The idea of dating her warms his soul more than he’d like to admit, but the more he feels himself fall for her, the more he thinks about Garrett. Girlfriends are a distraction from his future. They never work out and he always ends up accidentally hurting their feelings.
What’s worse than Garrett finding out that Dean’s hooking up with his sister? Garrett finding out he had hurt his sister. He can’t risk that because it would hurt his own heart more than a physical punch from her brother would.
“Are we not?” She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Her nervousness is shown through her eyes instead.
“I spend more nights in your bed than my own, Dean. I know you’re opposed to telling Garrett, but—“
“You.. you know I don’t have much I can offer right now, Y/N”
“Well, yeah. I genuinely like you, Dean. I just thought maybe—“
A noise causes me to pause and Dean to look up.
The door pushes open.
