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NEED PART TWO OF WHEN DID YOU GET HOT IT’S SO GOOD.

when did you get hot? (part two) ask and I shall deliver!! I didn't think anyone was going to even like that fic but I'm so happy y'all did. hopefully part two is up to your standards. I got a little carried away with the word count :) word count: 4.0k playlist:

-- ruin the friendship by taylor swift -- juna by clairo -- back to friends by sombr

Your eyes opened in shock at a loud banging on your door. Or, not your door? You shot up confused about to ask where the fuck you were but a hand shot over your mouth. You turned towards the perpetrator and realized you were still in Dean’s bed. In Dean’s clothes. And the voice outside the door was none other than your idiot brother. Looking for you.

“Morning, baby doll.” Dean whispered at you, looking way too composed for the shit show that was about to happen if you were caught in his bed.

“Dean, my brother is outside, what the fuck are we gonna do?”

“Just go get in the bathroom and turn the shower on, I’ll tell him I have a girl in here.”

You practically launched yourself off the bed and into the bathroom, tripping on Dean’s sweatpants while he laughed at your panic. You flipped him off and slammed the door shut behind you.

“Dean!” Your brother yelled from outside. “Why is your door locked, man? Are you dying?”

“I like a little privacy from time to time, Garrett.” He yelled back while slowly walking towards the door to open it for your brother.

“You’re being suspicious.”

“You think everything is suspicious.” Dean paused, looking towards the bathroom at the sound of the shower turning on. “Can we hurry this up? I have a beautiful woman waiting for me in that bathroom and only 2 hours until practice.”

“Where’s my sister?”

Dean shrugged casually. “Thought she went home.”

“At two in the morning? I thought you were with her?”

“You act like I’m monitoring her location. I have no idea where your sister went last night.” You tried not to laugh from your eavesdropping position in the bathroom. If your brother only knew how big of a lie that was.

Garrett squinted at Dean. “Why do you look nervous?”

“I look amazing, thanks man.” Garrett finally let out a loud laugh at that and told Dean to let him know if he found his sister anywhere or heard from her. Dean just said something about a possible hangover and locked the door again.

You creeped out of the bathroom slowly, making sure your brother was gone, before you and Dean fell into a fit of laughter. That was a little too close for either of you to be comfortable. You both waited until you heard Hannah and Garrett leave for the day before heading down so Dean could drive you back to your dorm. The ride was quiet and charged, like neither of you wanted to say anything about the previous night but knew you should.

“Thank you” You finally said quietly, a joking tone to your voice. “For last night. I really appreciate you taking care of me, I know you would’ve rather been hooking up with one of those girls.”

“I didn’t.” When you looked over at him confused he continued. “I didn’t want to be hooking up with one of those girls, I had fun last night.”

Your face went a bright red as Dean finally pulled onto your street. He insisted on walking you up to your dorm and told you to give him his clothes later, or never, he said they looked better on you anyways. You shut the door behind you and slumped your back onto it, letting yourself sink to the floor.

You were so gone for him.

After that morning, avoiding Dean became your full time job. You would sprint the other way if you saw him coming, avoid going out with your brother and his friends, and make up any excuse you could think of to miss the hockey games. Dean seemed to take that personally. It took him 2 weeks to learn your schedule.

The first time he “randomly” found you was outside of your morning Bio lecture. You walked out of your classroom barely paying attention, water bottle in one hand and the other shoved into your bag looking for your lip balm, and ran straight into him.

Dean grinned down at you. “Hey Graham. Long time no see”

You rolled your eyes at him instantly. “Why are you here? You have no classes in this building.”

“I was just taking a walk. The dining hall over here is better than the one by the gym.” Dean cursed himself for using that as the excuse. You definitely knew he was lying. The athlete dining hall was the best one on campus.

“You came all the way across campus, away from your classes, and your house, to get dinner at the shitty dining hall with the worst food on campus?” You raised your brows at him, your tone teasing despite the sincerity of your question.

“Missed you too.” His grin widened. You turned and started walking in the opposite direction.

“You know, avoiding me is getting a little offensive, baby doll!”

You flipped him off without looking back, smiling despite yourself.

The second time he found you was worse. You were just trying to get a study session in when your sorority sister and roommate, Katie, came into your dorm with a shit eating grin on her face.

“Your boyfriend is downstairs.” She didn’t miss the way your head whipped around at the word boyfriend, laughing at your reaction. “He’s insisting that you come downstairs.”

“Tell him I’m not here.”

“I already tried that. He said he knows you're here because you told your brother you were home 2 minutes ago.” Traitors, you thought, everyone you knew was a traitor. You rolled your eyes but got out of your chair and put your pyjama pants on to go down anyways. Katie laughed at the put out expression on your face and pushed you towards the stairs.

Dean was sitting on your couch holding two drinks. One of them looking suspiciously like your usual order from the coffee shop next to Malone’s.

“Di Laurentis, what do you need?” You quipped once you got to the bottom, leaning against the wall as he hopped over the back of your couch with the drinks.

“I brought you a peace offering.” He held the drink out to you and you reluctantly took it. You took a sip and looked up at him. It was your usual order.

“How do you know my order?”

“Hannah said you always get the same thing.”

Your stomach flipped despite yourself. “You’re stalking me.”

“I am not. You’re avoiding me.”

“I’m busy.”

“With what?”

“Future doctor stuff, sorority stuff, you know. Stuff.” You shrugged, trying to seem unbothered by the fact he asked Hannah for your coffee order.

“Stuff?” He raised one eyebrow at you, holding back a laugh. “Really good excuse, baby doll. Well, if you’re not too busy with stuff you should come to the hockey game on Friday.”

“I can’t.” He tilted his head at you, as if asking for you to go on with your excuse. “I’m gonna be busy on Friday, hating hockey.”

Dean laughed loudly before telling you to think about it and heading out. You sighed wistfully and took another drink of the coffee. It was even better than usual.

“You are so gone, girl.” Katie said, standing at the top of the stairs. And she was right. You were.

The third time Dean showed up out of nowhere it wasn’t on purpose. Mostly. You were halfway through organizing samples when Dr. Robinivatch walked into the lab with a familiar face behind him.

“Y/N,” He said distractedly as another one of your research partners asked him a question. “Can you help me with this athlete intake form?”

You turned around and froze immediately.

“No fucking way.”

“Do you two know each other?" Dr. Robinvatch said with a small smile gracing his features, looking between the two of you.

“He’s a friend of my brother.” Dean walked towards you to sit down and you slapped his hand away from touching your pen. “Don’t touch anything, dummy.”

Dean’s eyes scanned over you and suddenly you became painfully aware of the state you were in, much different than when you were at the party. Your hair pulled back messily into a bun, lab goggles leaving prints around your eyes, marker stains all down your arms, pink lab coat over your lululemon leggings. Focused intently on writing about your samples. But Dean didn’t seem to mind your state, if anything, he looked wrecked by it.

“What?” You asked, turning to busy yourself by getting the athlete forms for your professor.

“Nothing, nothing.” Dean smiled, softer than normal. “You’re so scary in here.”

Dr. Robinivatch laughed from behind you. “She’s the best research assistant I’ve had in years.”

You tried your best to ignore the way Dean’s eyebrows raised at that. “What are you researching?”

“Genetic mutations in athletes for faster recovery during injury and rest.”

“You’re such a smart ass.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, finally finding the form you needed. “I told you, D, some people developed useful hobbies.”

Dean laughed instantly and you rolled your eyes again, smiling despite yourself. Just like that, all that hard work avoiding him was out the window, all because of is stupid laugh.

You worked through the worksheet quickly, Dean only distracting you a few times to ask you little questions about the lab and Dr. Robinavitch. He actually was being helpful for once. By the time you finished you were exhausted, you had filled out the forms before but never after a 6 hour lab day. Dean took that chance figuring you’d be nicer the more tired you were.

“Come to the game.”

You looked up from your notes immediately. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“I hate hockey.”

“You don’t hate me. Or your brother. Or Logan. Or Tucker.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Not relevant.”

“I think you need a break too. It’ll be fun. You can come, hate on us all night, then I’ll buy you food after, it’s like I'm paying you to hang out with me.”

You laughed at that and shook your head. Gathering the last of your supplies up to clean. Maybe you could stand to have a night off of working, studying, or avoiding Dean. And it would be nice to see Ally and Hannah.

“Fine.” Dean grinned at you. “But only if you do these dishes for me.”

He jumped up ready to get you to come to the game at any cost. “Yes ma’am.”

Friday rolled around faster than you had liked. Your room was starting to look like a tornado as Katie sat on the bed watching you try on outfit after outfit.

“Are you sure you don’t like this guy?” Katie said from her position on the bed, standing to help you piece together an outfit.

“Yes.” Katie shot you a look and waved to the mess around the room. “This isn’t for him, I just want to look good.”

Katie shook her head but dropped the subject anyways, grabbing you from the shoulders and leading you toward your bed where she had picked out your perfect outfit. You got dressed as quick as you could considering Hannah and Allie sent you a text 10 minutes ago saying they were 20 minutes from getting you. Your drive to the rink was lively, the three of you chatting about your week and singing along to random songs, but the second you got the the rink you were hit with a wave of nerves. You did really hate hockey despite all the jokes about it. Your father had made sure of it.

You pushed yourself out of your comfort zone and sucked the panic in your chest up. The three of you sat by the glass, Garrett immediately skating over to say hi and show how shocked he was to see you. You were only half paying attention. The other half of your attention was spent searching for Dean. You cursed yourself. You shouldn’t be looking for him. You shouldn’t like him at all. He found you before you found him, unfortunately and skated over to motion something stupid to you through the glass which had you in a fit of laughter. Allie and Hannah gave each other a knowing look at the sight of the two of you but kept quiet.

The game wasn’t as boring for you as usual. The team Briar was playing was decent but the boys looked really good on the ice. Briar was tied by the first period’s end. 3-3. Every time they scored you, Hannah, and Allie screamed as loud as you could, cheering for Briar to win, which Dean found adorable. The game ended 6-5 in Briar’s favor which left you grinning from ear to ear. If only your father could see you now, having fun at a hockey game, slightly head over heels for a hockey player. The three of you waited for the boys outside of the stadium which took forever but you took the chance to get to know more about them.

“Baby doll, you ready?” Dean’s voice called startling you in the middle of your story.

“Baby doll?” Allie looked amused, raising her eyebrow and motioning between the two of you.

“He’s an idiot and gives stupid nicknames, don’t worry about it.” You tried smoothly. “Yeah, I’m ready. Where are we going?”

“Malone’s for some victory drinks with the team and then you and I can go wherever.” Dean finished with a wink pulling you toward his car and waving at the girls.

“Oh shut up” You laughed, crawling into the front seat of his car.

When the two of you arrived at Malone’s you were swarmed with the unwelcome sound of terrible music and the smell of tequila on everyone’s breaths. Apparently you weren’t fast enough because the team had already done 2 rounds of shots by the time you and Dean walked in the doors. Garrett spotted the two of you first and pushed in the middle of you, putting his arms around your shoulders.

“I can’t believe you actually just sat through an entire hockey game.” Your brother laughed. “Who are you and what have you done with my sister?”

You shoved your brother off and dramatically rolled your eyes. He moved away from the two of you and Dean was behind you lightly touching your lower back to guide you towards the table where your friends were.

“You survived!” Allie called when she saw you. “And you looked like you had fun.”

“I saw you scream louder than Hannah during the second period.” Dean added smugly, pushing you into the booth and sliding in next to you.

“This is slander and lies.”

“This is all witness testimony.”

You elbowed Dean beside you while everyone laughed. Drinks were shoved at the two of you instantly after that. Between Beau doing dramatic retellings of the game and Garrett arguing with Logan about nothing the night blurred together into comfortable chaos. Dean sat beside you the entire time. Not touching or flirting too hard, just there.

Every once in a while he would bump your knee with his or lean in a little too close under the guise of hearing you better and every single time your brain short circuited at the proximity. Which was exactly what had you excusing yourself to the bathroom 20 minutes later.

You splashed cold water on yourself. This was getting bad. Your crush was doing nothing but grow and you were losing your ability to filter what came out of your mouth the more drinks were shoved your way. Somewhere between lab visits and coffee deliveries to your sorority, Dean had become a little more than just your brother’s friend. You exhaled softly before pushing the bathroom door open, freezing when you heard Dean’s name come out of two girl’s mouths in the hall.

“I’m serious.” One said, reapplying her lip gloss while her friend held the camera open for her. “He literally turned me down.”

The other girl gave a bewildered look. “Are you sure Dean Di Laurentis is the one you were talking to?”

“Yes, apparently he hasn’t hooked up with anyone in weeks.” The first girl said, nodding emphatically.

“Maybe he’s in love.”

The two girls burst out laughing like it was the most ridiculous thing they’d ever heard. You tried to shake the blooming feeling in your chest. Dean Di Laurentis did not do relationships. And he definitely didn’t do them with you. You shook the thought out of your head only to stop short at the sight in front of you at the bar. There Dean was. Talking to some pretty blonde, leaning down to hear her better, smiling like he always did at girls who flirted with him. You thought you were gonna be sick.

“You okay?” Hannah spoke from beside you. Following your view towards the bar before humming in understanding. You jumped slightly at her voice before ripping your eyes away from Dean and towards Hannah.

“I’m fine.” Hannah looked unconvinced but nodded anyways. You rushed back towards the booth, shaking the tears coming on out of your eyes. You were fine.

Unfortunately for you, Dean happened to see the whole rushing away scene instead of you being able to push out of Malone’s before anyone caught you. His smile faded and he excused himself abruptly from the conversation, pushing through the crowd until he was in front of you, hands on your shoulders stopping you from going to the door.

“Hey.” You pushed his arms down but he stepped to the side before you could move around him.

“Baby doll, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You said, pursing your lips and avoiding his eyes. “Move, Dean.”

“Bullshit, talk to me.”

You pulled away from him once again and he followed you out of the door as you left. “Go back inside to your friend, Dean.”

His brows furrowed as he caught your wrist, spinning you towards him again. The music only a background noise now as your glazed over eyes met his.

“Why are you upset?”

“I’m not upset.” You turned to walk away from him.

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks and now you’re running away from me. I think there’s a problem, baby doll.” The nickname set you off, you spun back around to him and poked your finger into his chest.

“You know what my problem is, Di Laurentis?” You poked his chest again.

“Kinda, yeah.” He blinked, looking down at your finger on his chest.

“My problem is you keep doing this shit.”

“Doing what?”

“This!” You gestured around wildly, raising your voice now. “Showing up everywhere, and convincing me to come to this stupid fucking game and this stupid fucking bar, and flirting with me and making me think, ugh, forget it.”

“Making you think what?” Dean stepped closer now, the look in his eyes unrecognizeable as he pulled your wrist toward him again.

“I don’t know.” Your laugh came out bitterly. “That you actually liked me or something.”

“Y/N.” Dean stared back at you. Your eyes filled with tears again and you let out another bitter laugh before going to turn away but before you could Dean put his hand on your hip and pulled you closer.

“But that’s stupid, isn’t it?” You shook your head, quickly continuing. “Because you flirt with anything that moves. That girl in there probably thinks you like her too.”

Realization flashed across Dean’s face. And then turned into disbelief. Then something you thought looked a little too close to frustration.

“The blonde at the bar?” Dean asked stupidly and you nodded.

“I don’t care who she was. It’s not like you owe me an explanation.”

“You’re an idiot.” Your eyes snapped up from where they were staring at your feet, about to lecture him again. “That is Beau’s cousin, Natalia.”

“Oh.”

Dean ran a hair and laughed in disbelief. “Did you really think that I’ve been following you around campus because I’m bored? That I learned your coffee order, your schedule? For what? To get in your pants?”

“You always do crazy stuff for girls. Garrett said you did.”

“No,” He said immediately. “Not that crazy.”

He stepped closer again. No space left between the two of you, and pulled your chin up so you’d look at him.

“I’ve been losing my mind about you since that party.” he admitted quietly. “You think I haven’t noticed every time you run away from me you’re blushing?”

“Dean-”

“You avoid me for weeks but then you smile at me and cheer for me and you wear my clothes around your house–”

“I gave your clothes back!”

“You kept the shirt. You were wearing it when I brought you coffee.”

The blush on your face deepened and you let out a shy laugh. Dean looked entirely too pleased before his eyes softened again.

“I like you, Y/N.” His voice dropped quieter. “A lot.”

You stared at him for a little too long. Losing your words everytime you tried to open your mouth. Then finally. Finally after weeks.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I like you too.” Your face burned and you shoved your forehead towards Dean’s chest. You felt like you were in high school again.

“Jesus, Graham.” He sighed above you. “I was starting to think you actually did hate me.”

“I do hate you”

“There she is.” You looked back up at him to see his shit eating grin, ready to give a retort, but before you could Dean cupped your face and brought you into a kiss.

The kiss was warm and messy and slightly desperate like both of you were starving for the other. Your hands moved to grab at the front of his shirt and Dean pulled you closer automatically like he couldn't help it. When you finally pulled apart you both were breathless. Dean rested his forehead against you with a stupid smile.

“You know,” He said, amused. “For someone who hates hockey players–”

“Finish that sentence and I’m making you tell my brother about this alone.” Dean just laughed and pulled you toward his car. Ready for the two of you to go back to his already

What you didn’t realize was that across the room, just inside the entrance of Malone’s, your brother had gone completely still. Garrett stood in the doorway beside Hannah, staring directly at the retreating form of the two of you. At Dean’s hand low on your waist. At the way you were smiling up at him like you’d forgotten anyone else in the room existed. At the fact that Dean Di Laurentis, his teammate, his best friend, his absolute menace of a housemate, was looking at his little sister like she hung the fucking moon.

Hannah touched Garrett’s arm carefully, already trying to stop the spiral she could see forming in his head.

“Garrett,” she warned quietly. Wanting you two to have your moment. “Don’t.”

His jaw tightened. “They couldn’t have mentioned this before I had to find out by watching Dean makeout with my sister in public?”

Hannah snorted. “To be fair, I don’t think they knew until just now.”

Garrett looked one second away from crossing the parking lot to kill you both. “That’s still Dean,” he muttered darkly. “Dean. My Dean.”

“Pretty sure Dean belongs to himself, babe.”

Garrett ignored her completely, eyes narrowing when Dean laughed at something you said and instinctively tucked you closer against his side. “Oh, absolutely not.”

Hannah grabbed his wrist before he could start marching across the parking lot like an angry dad in a sitcom. “You cannot tackle your best friend, leave them be.”

“He’s touching my sister.”

“They’re adults.”

“He’s Dean.” Garrett shot back like that explained everything.

Hannah failed to hide her laugh and tugged him into the bar before he could make a scene. Garrett followed reluctantly, mumbling something about letting you guys have a week before he brought it up. Meanwhile, completely oblivious, you let Dean pull you into his car with a grin still stuck on your face.

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