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Stunned

-Dean Di Laurentis x fem!reader (requested)

Plot: In which your period is making you crave your favorite ice cream. But once you open the freezer, it’s gone and the guys on the couch are passing it around with spoons in their mouths.

Warnings/Plot lines: period mention, crying, upset reader, all the guys are eating her ice cream (worst part in my opinion), tired reader, CUTIE DEAN MWAH, some would consider reader a crybaby??, “baby”, kisses, YUUUUHH NOT PROOFREAD WHAT YA GONNA DO ABOUT IT (pls don’t fight me)

A/n: I’ve gotten a good chunk of on anything Dean requests and someone requested this!! So, I am going to put both together for this one! MWAH KEEP REQUESTING!! I am slowly but surely getting through them!

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You slide on your pajama pants with one of Dean's large t-shirts falling to your knees. The restaurant was a killer tonight. The dinner rush lasted longer than usual, and you got yelled at by one too many people. On top of that, you got your period mid shift, causing horrible pain to settle in your lower abdomen. In fact, you had to take a break on the floor in the kitchen due to the pain.

Once you got back to the house, the guys were gone. They had a game earlier that night, causing that crazy dinner rush at the bar. Usually, they went out after a game to celebrate the win, leaving you in the empty home. As soon as you entered the shower, you had to stop yourself from having a complete breakdown from the night. The tears thankfully held back when you remembered your favorite ice cream was in the freezer. Tucked behind frozen peas and vodka bottles. In fact, every side of the container also had your name on it. It was extremely obvious it was yours.

Your mood changed entirely, a smile slightly plastered on your face as you hum a song by Olivia Rodrigo. Now you could not wait to head downstairs, sit on the couch with a cozy blanket, and wait for your boyfriend to come home. Opening the bedroom door, you quickly make your way to the stairs. Stepping quickly down them, you hear voices echoing off the walls.

When you make it down the stairs, you notice all the men sitting on the sofa watching the highlights of their game on ESPN. Garret scored twice, along with Logan, and the ESPN announcers were definitely enthusiastic about the two men. Yelling about how good they were, and how brilliant a player Garret truly is. But once you look down at Dean, you notice a spoon in his hand, and a container passed to him from Tucker. Vodka bottles sprawled across the coffee table.

"Hey," you greet, walking over to the couch. "Hey, pretty," Dean smiles over his shoulder, digging his spoon into a container of ice cream. Your ice cream. It is practically gone, and before you can even think about what else to do, a frown hits your face.

Your lips tremble, and those tears that threatened to spill over in the shower do now. As you sniffle, Dean turns back to look at you, spoon in his mouth. "What happened?" he asks with a worried expression spreading across his face. The rest of the guys face you as tears stream down your face. Your breath hitches as you try to get words out. Looking around, you see the faces of all the men, shocked, wide-eyed, and worried all at the same time.

"Y-you ate my ice cream! It had my name on it and everything! It's my favorite k-ind," you mumble, wiping away the tears from your eyes. It does not do much due to the excessive number of tears spilling down.

Dean looks down at the mostly empty container, then back at you. "I really wanted my ice cream. Work sucked, my period sucks, and I just wanted to eat my ice cream and watch your highlights." You were quiet, now shy as all the guys watch you cry.

"I can buy you more," Logan offers, reaching over to rub your arm gently. Pulling away, you look at him, "I wanted it now!" A louder sob escapes your mouth, and you put your head in your hands. You weren’t angry, just frustrated.

“I can text Hannah to grab some before she comes, I’m sorry” Garret says awkwardly grabbing out his phone. “No! I-uhhh just leave it!” All the guys look stunned, like they don’t really know what to do. Do they all get in the car to get ice cream? Maybe all just hide? Or pray that the container gets filled magically. Dean uses his quick thinking skills for the first time in a long time with his next action.

"Okay, okay, let's get you upstairs, yeah," Dean interrupts, looking at his friends before jumping up from the couch. He places his spoon and the container on the coffee table next to the vodka. Dean then hops over the couch, ushering you towards the stairs. You look up at him, all watery and doe eyed. "I have really bad cramps," you sob, turning around to wrap your arms around his body, stopping him in his tracks. "I know," he whispers into your ear, "I'm so sorry, baby." Dean reaches down to grab your thighs, lifting your body so your legs around his waist.

When you tuck your face into his neck he kisses the side of your head. A sniffle causes Dean to rub your back in a comforting manner as he climbs the stairs.

He smelt like his shampoo, and your all time favorite cologne. Your breath shutters as you try to calm down, and Dean whispers “I’m sorry we ate it.” You don’t respond, instead pull away from his shoulder. Looking down towards Dean’s shoulder you see the wetness of the tears that have fallen, and the current ones still making a mess.

“I got you all wet” you cry leaning back to look at him. Your lip trembles and when he looks at you he leans in to kiss right under your left eye. Kiss away your tears. “It’s fine, I’m not worried about it” he says while he opens his bedroom door, and closes it behind him.

Your breathing starts to even out when he lets go of your legs, gently placing you on the floor. His hands come up to wipe your tears with his thumbs. Sad eyes look at his blue ones, “I need you to take a breath for me so you can talk, okay?” Nodding, you take a seven second breath in and seven seconds out. It doesn’t do much, so you take another deep breath watching him the entire time.

“Good job” he praises moving a rouge piece of hair out of your face.

Wanting to sit down, you walkover to the bed, plopping down on the edge. Dean keels down in front of you, putting his hands on your thighs. “I’m not mad about the ice cream, I was just really excited to eat it.”

“I know, I know. And I’m sorry that we ate it, I shouldn’t have even taken it out of the freezer.”

“I’ve had a bad day” you mumble looking down at his hands on your thighs. His thumbs drawing lazy circles. “Yeah, what to talk about it?” Nodding you start to speak “I had-“

“Can you look at me please?”

Looking up you start again “I had several old ladies yell at me, and the dinner rush lasted extremely long due to your game. Then in the middle of the rush I got horrible cramps that ibuprofen can’t even take away, and then my ice cream got eaten by four hockey guys. It was my Oreo one too. But at least I’m not pregnant, right?”

At your last comment he chuckled “yeah that’s a plus, but I’m sorry that it was an awful night.”

Now the tears have almost come to a halt, and you lean down to his lips. Kissing him gently, he is quick to return the gesture. Your hands slip into his hair, as he leaves your mouth and kisses you all over your face. A giggle leaves your lips “okay okay” he leans back to see your entire face.

Moving a piece of hair away from his eyes you say “your game went really well, I watched you when I had a chance. And thank you for being the best boyfriend.”

“Well next time you need to be in the audience, dresses in my jersey, and looking all pretty. You’re a pretty good girlfriend yourself” he winks, and his phone dings. Nodding toward him you practically tell him you’re okay now.

Letting go of your thigh he reaches for his back pocket, he looks at it for a second then laughs.

“Logan just left for the store to get you more ice cream”

Smiling you say “tell him I say thank you.”

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