Just a girl in fantasy world✨

Started: 30.04.2026

Last updated: 11.07.2026

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Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x Fem!Reader (Angst) and Beau Maxwell x Fem!Reader (Slow Burn)

Warnings: heartbreak, angst, crying, swearing, insynuation to smut but no smut

Summary: you always knew Dean wasn't relationship type of guy but you never could have guessed he would change for someone who's not you. Luckily you're not left all alone

a/n: i really hope youll like this one. I know that its rather slow with reader x beau situation but i want to be quite realistic in this case (since its slow burn haha) but we finally reach the moment where reader starts to notice Beau a little more from now on just like he deserves! 🥹💖🥳

For most people, a hockey game was just another friday night but for you it used to feel like home. You'd lost count of how many games you'd been to over the years.

You knew exactly which concession stand made the least terrible hot chocolate. You knew the security guard at the east entrance always nodded when he saw you coming. You knew which row gave you the best view of the players leaving the tunnel.

You even knew the sound Dean's skates made when he carved too sharply into the ice.

Funny.

You'd never realized how many memories could fit inside one rink.

By the time you reached Briar Arena, students were already filing through the entrance.

Some wore Briar jerseys, others had painted blue stripes across their cheeks. Someone behind you was loudly insisting tonight would be an easy win.

You smiled despite yourself; some things never changed.

The familiar smell of popcorn and cold air hit you the second you stepped inside and for a moment you simply stood there. It felt strange like visiting a childhood home after years away; everything looked exactly the same.

Only you had changed.

"Y/N!"

Garrett's voice echoed across the concourse.

You barely had time to turn before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"I knew you'd come!"

"I literally texted you"

"I know" He grinned. "But I still wasn't convinced"

Logan appeared a second later, looking dramatically offended. "Oh man, ijust lost twenty bucks"

"You bet against me?"

"I bet against Dean"

You frowned. "What?"

"He said you'd come"

Your stomach twisted.

Dean had expected you.

"I told him you were done with us" Logan continued.

"You did not"

"I absolutely did"

Garrett shoved him. "You are such an ass"

"I wanted my twenty bucks!"

"You owe Garrett"

"I know..." He sighed dramatically. "Worst investment I've ever made"

Despite everything uou laughed.

"There she is!" Garrett smiled. "We've missed that"

Your smile softened. "I've missed you guys too"

The words came easier than you'd expected because they were true.

You had missed them; all of them, even this.

Especially this.

The arena lights dimmed, a roar erupted through the stands as the announcer's voice echoed through the building.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

The Briar players burst onto the ice one by one.

Tucker.

Logan.

Garrett.

Then Dean.

The crowd cheered as he skated a quick lap before slowing near center ice. Automatically, almost instinctively his eyes lifted toward the stands.

Toward your seat; the one you'd occupied for years and the one that had stayed empty for weeks.

His smile faltered.

Empty again.

He looked away.

Coach blew his whistle and warmups began. Dean circled the ice once more, passing your side of the rink. This time something caught his eye.

You.

He almost missed the puck entirely and his face lit up so quickly it was impossible to mistake because there she is. Relief. Pure, uncomplicated relief. He tapped his stick twice against the glass as he skated by exactly the way he always did.

It had become your stupid little tradition sometime during freshman year.

You'd tease him for showing off, he'd insist he was saying hello. Without thinking you smiled then lifted your hand in a small wave.

Dean grinned and for one tiny second everything felt normal again but then someone carefully stepped down the bleachers beside you.

"Mind if I sit here?"

Your smile disappeared before you could stop it.

Allie.

She balanced two sodas in one hand, smiling warmly.

"I couldn't find empty seat without being surrounded by puck bunies"

"Oh" You shifted slightly. "Of course"

She thanked you before sitting beside you. "You haven't been around lately"

You forced another smile."I've been busy"

"So Dean says"

Your heart squeezed."He talks about me?"

She looked surprised. "Of course!"

You looked away before your expression could betray you.

"He keeps asking where you've gone"

The words should have made you feel better but instead they hurt because he missed his best friend and not the girl who loved him.

The first period started and normally, this was your favorite part; the speed, the noise. Dean chirping at the opposing defenseman before the puck had even dropped. Garrett nearly getting sent to the penalty box for something stupid. Logan pretending every goal was his idea.

Tonight you barely noticed the score. Dean laughed with Garrett after a missed shot and a few minutes later he glanced toward the stands. He smiled when he spotted you then leaned across the bench to say something to Allie during a stoppage.

She laughed and he laughed too. It felt so natural...

Your chest tightened, the game blurred together after that, the cheering became background noise and the players became streaks of blue across the ice.

You realized you weren't watching hockey anymore.

You were watching Dean and every time you did it hurt.

By the first intermission, you'd made your decision; Quietly, while everyone else stood to stretch or buy snacks, you slipped out of your row.

Noone stopped you as noone noticed.

Except one person.

Dean looked toward the stands as he skated back toward the locker room; your seat empty.

He slowed, frowned and looked around. Maybe you'd gone to the bathroom? Maybe concessions? He'd see you after the break.

You'd come back.

You didn't.

The game ended with Briar winning three to one. The locker room was loud as music blasted from someone's speaker. Garrett and Logan argued over who deserved credit for the second goal. Tucker was reenacting a body check that had looked much cooler in his own head.

Dean sat quietly while untying his skates.

"You good?" Garrett asked.

Dean nodded automatically. "...Yeah"

"You don't sound convincing"

"I thought she'd stay"

Garrett looked up. "Y/N?"

Dean nodded. "She left"

Garrett didn't answer right away instead, he quietly pulled his jersey over his head. "Maybe she just wasn't ready"

Dean frowned. "For what?"

Garrett met his eyes. "To come back"

Dean looked down at the floor.b"...I thought she was..."

Beau was the last one out of the locker room. He liked the quiet after everyone else left.

He slung his duffel bag over one shoulder before pushing open the arena doors, cold air greeted him immediately. Then he noticed someone sitting on the front steps.

You.

Your elbows rested on your knees. The arena lights reflected faintly in the glass doors behind you.

You weren't crying, you weren't even moving just staring through the glass toward the empty ice.

Beau hesitated at first then walked over. "You know..."

He sat down beside you, leaving enough space that your shoulders didn't touch. "...the game's over"

You nodded. "I noticed"

Silence settled between you.

One minute.

Then two.

Neither of you seemed bothered by it. The sounds of students leaving the arena gradually faded until only distant traffic remained.

Finally, Beau spoke. "I lied"

You turned to look at him. "What?"

"I don't actually like gummy bears"

You blinked. "...What?"

"I bought them because people always seem happier after eating candy"

For a second, you simply stared at him, then you laughed; softly and disbelieving. "...That's so weird"

"I know"

"You bought emergency candy..."

"...that I don't eat"

"...for other people?"

He nodded once. "It seemed practical"

You shook your head. "I don't think you know what practical means"

"Probably not"

Another comfortable silence followed; the kind that didn't demand conversation, the one that let you breathe.

Eventually Beau spoke again. "We've got another home game next Friday"

You looked sideways at him. "You're advertising now?"

"I'm experimenting"

"With what?"

"Ways to convince people to watch hockey"

"I already watch hockey"

He smiled gently. "You used to" The words weren't cruel, just honest.

You looked back toward the empty rink behind the glass. "I miss it..."

"I know..."

"I forgot how much"

Beau rested his forearms on his knees. "If you ever feel like coming again..." He shrugged. "...I'd like it"

No pressure, no guilt and n expectation that you'd say yes, just quiet honesty.

You looked at him for a long moment before smiling a little. "I'll think about it"

He nodded once. "That's enough"

For the first time since your heart had started breaking you realized something.

Beau never tried to fix your sadness. He simply made it feel a little less lonely and somehow that was exactly what you needed.

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Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x Fem!Reader (Angst) and Beau Maxwell x Fem!Reader (Slow Burn)

Warnings: heartbreak, angst, crying, swearing, insynuation to smut but no smut

Summary: you always knew Dean wasn't relationship type of guy but you never could have guessed he would change for someone who's not you. Luckily you're not left all alone

a/n: i feel extra generous this weekend or maybe im just heartbroken cause my date stood me out and needid to focus on something👀 anyway so here's part 4💖

For one evening, you'd almost forgotten what heartbreak felt like, not completely. That would've been impossible but for twenty minutes, walking beside Beau while the rain tapped softly against your umbrella, your chest hadn't ached every time Dean crossed your mind.

It had felt... Quiet.

You hadn't realized how desperately you'd needed that. Unfortunately, hearts had a funny way of reminding you they weren't finished breaking.

Friday morning arrives cold enough that your breath hangs in the air as you walk across campus.

The trees lining the paths have begun losing more leaves than they're keeping, scattering orange and gold across the sidewalks.

You pull your scarf a little higher and keep your eyes fixed on the ground.

One step, then another, just get to class. Someone whistles from across the quad and your head lifts automatically not because you recognize the whistle but because some stubborn part of your brain still expects it to be Dean.

It isn't.

You almost laugh at yourself.

Get over it.

Easier said than done.

Your economics lecture drags on forever and by the time your professor dismisses everyone, your notebook is filled with more doodles than actual notes. You shove everything into your backpack before slipping out into the hallway with everyone else.

"You disappear fast!"

You stop walking.

Dean.

He's leaning against the wall outside your classroom, backpack hanging from one shoulder like he'd been waiting.

Your stomach flips. "Hey..."

His smile comes easily. "There you are"

"You make it sound like I've been hiding"

He raises an eyebrow. "Haven't you?"

You look away. "I've just been busy"

"That's getting old"

"It happens to be true"

"You've been busy for almost a month"

Neither of you moves, students squeeze past, forcing you both a little closer to the wall.

Dean studies your face. "You look tired"

"I am"

"You sleeping?"

"...Mostly"

"You eating?"

You blink. "What kind of question is that?"

"The normal kind?"

You laugh quietly despite yourself."I eat"

"Good"

Silence settles between you and you cant help it to think that it used to be comfortable. Now it feels fragile like one wrong sentence might break it.

Dean shoves his hands into his hoodie pocket."We've got a home game tonight"

You nod. "I know"

His eyebrows lift. "You do?"

"Garrett mentioned it"

"Oh" Another pause. "You coming?"

Your heart immediately says no but our mouth hesitates. "I don't know..."

He frowns. "You haven't been to the last few"

"I know"

"The guys keep asking where you are"

"I miss them"

"They miss you too"

You force a smile. "I'll think about it"

Dean's shoulders relax a little. "Okay" He smiles. "Logan misses having someone laugh at his terrible jokes"

"I never laughed"

"You absolutely laughed"

"I pitied him!"

Dean laughs. "There she is" The words are so casual and so familiar but they hit harder than he realizes.

Because there she is.

The girl who smiled, the girl who laughed and the girl who made everything easy and you don't know if she's still here.

Before either of you can say anything else, a familiar voice calls his name.

"Dean!"

You don't even have to look to know it's Allie.

Dean glances over his shoulder. "I'll be right there!"

She waves from farther down the hallway, coffee cup in one hand, smiling the same easy smile she always does.

Your chest tightens.

Dean looks back at you. "So... I should go"

You nod before he can finish. "You should"

"You sure you're okay?" The question almost makes you laugh.

"I'm okay"

He watches you for another second and then smiles. "See you tonight?"

You don't answer, you simply smile back - a small one then turn and walk away. You make it halfway across campus before your vision blurs. You duck into the nearest academic building and disappear into an empty restroom.

The moment the door closes behind you, your shoulders sag.

You grip the edge of the sink. "God" You'd almost made it.

Almost.

Nothing happened as Dean hadn't flirted with Allie in front of you, he hadn't ignored you, he hadn't done anything wrong and he'd even smiled. Asked if you'd eaten, asked if you'd slept. Invited you to the game like he always had.

He was still treating you exactly the same and that was the exact problem because you couldn't.

You splashed cold water across your face, staring at your reflection. "You have to stop crying in bathrooms"

Your reflection offered no helpful advice.

Garrett texted you around noon.

GARRETT: You coming tonight?

You stared at the message, then second one appeared.

GARRETT: Logan bet me twenty bucks you won't🤐💸

You smiled.

YOU: Tell Logan to keep his money

Three dots.

GARRETT: So that's a yes?👀

You didn't answer because you honestly didn't know.

Around four, you found yourself back in the library, same table, same economics textbook but this time, though, you actually managed to read more than one page. The library was almost empy. Maybe because it was Friday or maybe because everyone else had already started thinking about the weekend.

You settled into your usual seat, determined to get at least an hour of studying done before going home. Ten minutes later, someone set a coffee beside your notebook.

You looked up.

Beau.

"I bribed the vending machine"

You blinked. "What?"

"It gave me two" He held up his own cup. "I figured I'd share"

You looked at the coffee. "You don't even know how I take it"

"I don't" He smiled sheepishly. "So it's black"

You laughed. "It's awful!"

"I know!"

"You knew?"

"I took a risk"

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. "You really are weird"

"I've accepted that" He pulled out the chair across from you. "You mind?"

"Go ahead"

For a while, neither of you said anything, pages turned, pens scratched across paper, someone sneezed somewhere in the distance.

It was... Comfortable?

Beau looked up from his notes. "You look less angry at your textbook today"

You laughed. "I decided supply and demand gets to live another day"

"I was rooting for the textbook"

"I knew it!"

"I like underdogs"

"You think economics is the underdog?"

"It definitely loses more fights than it wins"

You smiled. "You have a very strange brain"

"So i've been told" Another comfortable silence settled between you. "Soo... We've got a game tonight"

You smiled. "I heard"

"Oh" He nodded. "Dean?"

"Garrett"

"Right...." He tapped his pencil absentmindedly against the table. "You should come"

You looked at him. "I haven't been in a while"

"I noticed" His answer was simple.

"I don't know..."

"That's okay" He smiled. "I just figured..." He shrugged. "you always looked like you liked being there"

You looked down at your notebook. "I did"

"Then don't let yourself lose that too" He wasn't talking about hockey and he was talking about pieces of yourself; the things heartbreak quietly steals without asking.

You swallowed. "I'll think about it"

A grin spread across his face. "That's all I wanted"

Your throat tightened.

"No pressure!" Then, after a second "If you do come..." He scratches the back of his neck. "...I'd save you a seat"

You laughed. "That's not how hockey games work"

"I know"

"But it'd sound nice"

He stood, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. "Oh"

"What?"

"I bought gummy bears"

You laughed immediately. "You bought more?"

"I figured emotional emergencies happen more than once"

You shook your head.

"Anyway, i should go before Coach wonders where I disappeared to"

You nodded. "Good luck tonight!"

He smiled. "Thanks" He took a few steps before stopping. "If you come..."

You looked up.

"...I'll be glad you did" no wink, no teasing just quiet honesty. He smiled. "I'll wave if i'll see you there"

You rolled your eyes. "You cannot wave during a hockey game"

"I'll find a way"

"You'll get benched"

"It'll be worth it"

You laughed again and Beau smiled to himself before leaving.

You looked down at your textbook, then toward the library windows, then at your phone. Your thumb hovered over Garrett's message.

Maybe...

Maybe you could survive one hockey game, not for Dean, not even for Beau but for yourself. To prove that one person didn't get to take away something you'd always loved.

You took a slow breath then finally typed.

YOU: Tell Logan he owes you twenty bucks😏

Almost instantly, Garrett replied.

GARRETT: HOLY SHIT😱🫪

You couldn't help smiling. Maybe tonight would hurt? Maybe you'd cry when you got home.

Maybe seeing Dean and Allie together would reopen every wound you'd spent weeks trying to close.

But maybe... Just maybe, you were tired of letting heartbreak decide where you could and couldn't go.

You sat there for a long time after he was gone, staring at the untouched cup of bitter black coffee. It tasted terrible but you drank it anyway because somehow it made you smile.

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Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x Fem!Reader (Angst) and Beau Maxwell x Fem!Reader (Slow Burn)

Warnings: heartbreak, angst, crying, swearing, insynuation to smut but no smut

Summary: you always knew Dean wasn't relationship type of guy but you never could have guessed he would change for someone who's not you. Luckily you're not left all alone

a/n: i really did not expected so much interest in this series! It amazing🥹💖 i hope youll like this chapter as much as the first two😇

Next day, your roommates start noticing your mood.

"You've been weird latly"

You glance up from the couch. "Weird?"

"A little...."

You sigh. "I'm just tired i guess"

"Liar" You throw a pillow at them, but it misses completely, only gasp or air touched their blue hair.

"You suck"

"I know"

Silence settles between you.

"Did something happen with Dean?"

You stare at the television. "...No"

"You sure?"

You nod because nothing happened and that was exacly the problem.

Nothing happened.

He never promised you forever, never told you he loved you and never asked you to wait for him. This wasn't his fault.

It was yours.

You were the one who mistook comfort for commitment, friendship for posibility and late night kisses for something that could last... So if you were now becoming a crying in tiny private spaces ghost, it was on you.

You imagined a life that was never promised to you in the first place.

Across campus, Dean drops onto the couch beside Garrett with a groan. "I'm exhausted...."

"No kidding" Garrett doesn't look up from his laptop.

Dean grabs a handful of chips. "Have you talked to Y/N lately?"

Garrett pauses. "A little..."

"Is she okay?"

"I think so"

Dean frowns. "I barly see her anymore"

Garrett hums noncommitaly.

Dean throws another chip into his mouth. "She keeps saying she's busy"

"Maybe she is?"

"You don't believe that"

Garrett finally looks up. "What makes you say that?"

Dean shrugs. "I don't know..." He leans back against the couch. "It just feels..." He searches for the word. "...different"

Garrett studies him quietly then sighened. "Look, she has an economics exam so leave her be for a while"

"She has an economics exam coming up?"

"Dude... You don't even know that?"

Dean's phone buzzes and his face lights up almost imediately.

Garrett notices.

"You mind if I head out?" Dean asks.

Garrett smiles faintly. "Go"

Dean stands. "Tell the guys I'll see them tomorrow"

"Will do..."

The front door closes behind him. Garrett lets out a slow breath. "Idiot..."

Not because Dean is cruel but because he has absolutely no idea what he's doing and somehow that almost makes it worse.

The second time you see Beau, it's raining but not the dramatic, movie worthy kind, just enough to leave the sidewalks slick and soak through your hoodie if you stay outside too long.

By the time you reach the student center, tiny droplets cling to your hair, and your sneakers make quiet squeaking noises against the tile floor.

"Perfect..."

You step beneath the overhang and swing your backpack onto one of the benches.

You know you packed your umbrella as you remember grabbing it this morning. At least you think you did

You unzip every pocket: your laptop, notebook, a pack of gum and two pens that don't work. Lip balm, an old receipt and the granola bar you'd forgotten about three days ago.

No umbrella.

You groan dramatically, letting your forehead fall against the top of your backpack.

"I'm actually hopeless..."

"You looking for this?" The familiar voice makes you glance up.

Beau Maxwell stands a few feet away, one hand shoved into the pocket of his sweatshirt while the other holds a folded black umbrella.

For a second, you just stare at him. "Oh"

He looks down at the umbrella before looking back at you.

"No" A sheepish smile crosses his face. "I meant..."

He reaches behind the bench beside him and picks up another umbrella faded navy one with a tiny Briar logo on the handle. "This one"

Your eyes widen. "That's mine"

"I figured"

"You..." You blink. "You have my umbrella?"

"You left it outside the library yesterday"

Your mouth falls open. "I did?"

"You did"

"Oh my God!" You drag a hand over your face."I genuinely didn't even notice"

"I almost dropped it off at lost and found" He shrugs. "But then I remembered you carry it around all semester"

You laugh quietly. "I guess I'm more predictable than I thought"

"A little" He holds it out. When you take it, your fingers brush for the briefest second, neither of you reacts.

At least not visibly.

"Thanks"

"No problem"

You tuck the umbrella beneath your arm and glance outside. The rain has only gotten heavier.

You sigh dramatically. "I swear it wasn't raining this hard five minutes ago..."

"It's waiting for us"

"What?"

"The weather" He nods toward the parking lot. "It knows exactly when people forget umbrellas"

You laughed. "You sound very confident about that"

"I've been personally victimized by rain"

"Oh?"

"My freshman year I had an eight a.m. across campus" He pauses dramatically. "It rained every tuesday!"

"Every tuesday?"

"I started checking the forecast every Monday night"

"And?"

"It stopped raining"

You grin. "So you fixed the weather?"

"I like to think I intimidated it"

You shake your head, smiling despite yourself. "That's... actually the dumbest thing I've heard all week"

"I'll take that as a compliment"

"It wasn't"

"It definitely was"

A comfortable silence settles between you then. The kind of silence where neither person feels obligated to fill the space.

Beau glances toward the rain. "You heading toward Briar Hall?"

"Yeah"

"So am I"

You hesitate and immediatly, he notices. "I can walk by myself"

Your head snaps up. "What?"

"If you... Uh if you wanted to walk alone" His voice is as gentle as his expression. "I won't be offended"

Heat creeps into your cheeks. "No, it's not that"

"You sure?"

You nod quickly. "I've just..." You look down at your umbrella, tracing the worn Briar logo with your thumb. "I've been kind of bad company latly..."

The words come out quieter than you intended.

Beau is silent for a moment. "Good thing I don't mind quiet"

You look up. He isn't saying it to make you feel better. He's simply stating a fact with no pity and no questions. Not trying to figure out what's wrong, but pure acceptence which made something inside your chest loosens.

"Okay"

The two of you step out into the rain together and for the first few minutes, neither of you says much. Your umbrellas bump into each other once, then again.

"Sorry!"

"My fault!"

A second later it happens again and you both laugh.

"I don't think we're very good at this"

"We're walking too close"

"You think?"

"I don't know..." He shifts a little farther away. "There.. better"

You keep walking.

"So..." Beau says after another minute. "How'd your economics exam go?"

You blink. "You knew I had an economics exam?"

"You looked like you wanted to fight your textbook in the library"

"Fair"

"And you kept muttering about supply and demand"

You bury your face in your hand. "I did not!"

"Ohh you absolutely did!"

"Oh my God!" You clapped your face with free hand.

"It was kind of funny"

"I cannot believe someone witnessed that"

"I witnessed all of it if that makes it better"

You groan. "I should transfer schools now"

"Nah" He smiles. "I think you've already survived the embarrassing part"

The conversation drifts from there to classes, orofessors, the campus café that somehow managed to burn coffee.

The hockey team.

"You spend a lot of time with those guys"

The words are casual, not prying.

You nod. "Yeah, i used to" The smile on your face falters before you can stop it.

Beau notices but ge doesn't ask why instead, he nods once. "They're lucky"

You look over at him. "What?"

"To have someone who shows up"

Your throat tightens unexpectedly as no one has ever described you like that.

Someone who shows up.

You don't trust yourself to answer but thankfully Beau doesn't seem to expect one.

By the time Briar Hall comes into view, you almost wish it were a little farther away.

The realization catches you off guard because for the first time in weeks you've spent nearly twenty minutes talking to someone without thinking about Dean every thirty seconds. Which is so ironicly since Beau is his best friend.

Beau stops outside your building. "Well..." He hooks his backpack a little higher onto his shoulder. "I guess I'll see you around?"

"You probably will"

"I hope so" The words slip out so naturally that he looks faintly surprised he'd said them but then he smiles.

"So do I"

He turns and heads back into the rain and you watch him go for a second before shaking your head with a small smile.

It isn't until you reach your room and hang your umbrella by the door that you realize something.

For twenty whole minutes your heart didn't hurt.

Not once.

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Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x Fem!Reader (Angst) and Beau Maxwell x Fem!Reader (Slow Burn)

Warnings: heartbreak, angst, crying, swearing, insynuation to smut but no smut

Summary: you always knew Dean wasn't relationship type of guy but you never could have guessed he would change for someone who's not you. Luckily you're not left all alone

a/n: i did not expected such attention to this series! Im seriusly touched 🥹💖 I hope youll like this one as well!

The first Wednesday you miss movie night nobody says anything.

Then the second one came and Garret became nervous as you always came so he texted you halfway through.

GRAHAM: Logan burned the pizza Tucker made🤘🏻

YOU: Again?😩🤨

GRAHAM: Somehow worse👀

A picture follows; the pizza is almost completely black which made you laugh.

Then another picture arrives; Dean is in the background, pointing accusingly at Logan while Tucker records the argument.

Normaly you would've been standing somewhere in that kitchen rolling your eyes and telling them all to just order pizza like normal people do.

Your smile disapears. You lock your phone and you don't answer Garrett after that.

The hockey house felt different without you and Dean can't explain it: the guys are all there, Garrett's arguing with Logan over the phone over whose turn it is to buy groceries while Tucker's yelling at the burnt pizza. Everything is exactly the same.

So why does it feel so... quiet?

Dean glances toward the front door. "You sure she said she wasn't coming?"

Garrett doesn't even look up from his phone. "Yeah"

"Huh" Dean sinks farther into the couch. "Weird"

Nobody answers.

A few minutes later, Allie walks in carrying a sixpack of soda and imediatly, everyone's attention shifts.

Dean smiles without even realizing it. "Hey"

"Hey yourself" She bumps his shoulder playfully before setting the drinks on the kitchen counter.

You would've brought chips.

Dean thinks it before he can stop himself.

You always remembered everyone's favorite snacks.

He frowns.

Weird.

Halfway through the movie, Dean reaches for his phone.

DEAN: Movie sucks without your commentary👀

He hits send but the message stays on delivered for a long moment. Then read.

No reply.

He tosses the phone onto the couch.

"You good?" Allie asks quietly.

Dean blinks. "Yeah"

"You look distracted"

He shrugs. "I guess I just haven't seen Y/N much lately"

Allie smiles softly. "I'm sure she's just busy"

"Yeah..."

Maybe.

The next monday afternoon finds you wandering through the campus. Mostly because you're avoiding the hockey house like a fire for a long time.

Garrett had invited you over after practice and you'd almost said yes but then he'd casually added:

"I think Allie's coming too" He hadn't meant anything by it and you knew that.

So you'd smiled and lied. "I already have plans.."

Now you're reading books at the bench you have absolutely no interest in until someone calls your name.

You freeze.

"Y/N!"

You turn around and see how Dean jogs across the courtyard toward you, backpack hanging off one shoulder. "There you are!"

You force a smile. "Hi..."

"I've been trying to find you"

"You texted me latly"

"Yeah, but you didnt responded..." He scratches the back of his neck. "I haven't actually seen you"

"I've been around"

"No, you haven't" His answer comes too quickly and for a second neither of you says anything.

Then he nudges your shoulder. "You ditching me or what?"

Your heart cracks just a little. "I've just been busy"

"Bullshit"

You blink. "What?"

"You've never been too busy for me before"

The words almost make you laugh because that's exactly the problem.

Before.

Before Allie.

Before you realized you couldn't keep pretending this didn't hurt.

You look away first. "I guess im just tired..."

Dean studies your face.

"You mad at me?"

"No"

"You sure?"

"Dean" You smile, hoping it looks convincing. "I'm fine, just busy"

He searches your expression for another few seconds before finally nodding. "O-okay"

You saw your professor walking toward lecture hall so you used that as an excuse.

"Guess I'll see you later?"

You hesitate. "Yeah..."

Another lie.

You don't see him later nor the next day or the day after that. You did not text him either.

"What the hell did you do?"

Dean looks up from tying his skates. "What?"

Garrett is standing across the locker room with his arms folded. "To Y/N, i saw her with death face expresion"

Dean frowns.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh god... you mean to tell me you STILL don't know?"

Dean lets out an incredulous laugh. "Know what?"

Garrett exchanges a look with Logan.

Logan sighs. "Maybe just leave it..."

"You saw her"

"You're the one she talks to... I dunno"

Garrett groans.

Dean's patience finally snaps. "Will someone just tell me what the hell is going on!?"

Silence.

Long enough for the sounds of the locker room to fade into the background.

Garrett pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look, you've been spending a lot of time with Allie"

Dean blinks. "...Yeah?"

"And Y/N stopped coming around"

"Yeah"

"And you never wondered why?"

"I did. That's literally what I've been asking!"

Garrett stares at him then actually laughs but mot because it's funny but because he can't believe it.

"Dude..."

"What?"

"You really don't see it?"

Dean's stomach twists. "See the fuck what?"

Garrett opens his mouth and closes it right after then look toward Logan who gives the smallest shake of his head.

Don't.

Garrett sighs heavily. "Just..." He picks up his hockey stick. "Talk to her..."

"I have"

"No" Garrett's expression is unusually serious. "Really talk WITH her and maybe this time listen"

Dean doesn't know what that means but judging by the looks on everyone else's faces... He's the only one who doesn't.

The library has become your favorite place on campus; not because you particularly enjoy studying but because nobody expects anything from you there. No one asks why you haven't been at the hockey house, no one asks where Dean isand no one asks if you've talked to Allie.

It's just quiet and exactly what you need.

You claim the same table you've been sitting at for the past week, setting your backpack on the floor before pulling out your laptop and textbook.

Economics

You read the first paragraph, then the second but by the time you reach the third, you realize you have absolutely no idea what you've just read.

You sigh, rubbing at your tired eyes.

Focus.

You have an exam next week socyou don't have time to sit around feeling sorry for yourself. So you start again.

Page one.

Again.

Somewhere nearby, someone laughs abd tour head lifts instinctivly as for half a second, your heart jumps.

Dean?

No, just another student. You let out a slow breath, hating how your brain still looks for him in every crowded room.

Your phone lights up beside your notebook, a notification because someone tagged Garrett in a photo.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you tap it: the picture loads almost instantly, the hockey house, Logan making a face at the camera and Garrett holding an entire pizza box by himself.

Dean... standing beside Allie; they're laughing at something outside the frame. He looks happy.

You don't linger long enough to figure out why, the screen goes dark as you lock your phone again.

You set it face down on the table then you stare at the same paragraph for nearly fifteen minutes and at some point, the words stop looking like words.

They blur together until they're nothing but black lines across a white page. Your vision stings

"Don't" You whisper it to yourself before anyone can hear.

You blink hard once and twice but it doesn't help, tear slips free anyway.

You wipe it away almost immediately, glancing around the library to make sure nobody noticed.

Everyone is buried in their own work... or almost everyone as a few tables away, a guy with headphones resting around his neck looks down at his textbook a little too quickly. You recognize him after a second.

Beau - Dean's best friend.

You've never really talked, just exchanged the occasional smile when everyone ended up at the same party or hanging around after games.

For a moment, you wonder if he saw and if he did he's kind enough to pretend he didn't.

He never looks your way again and you appreciate that more than he'll probably ever know, so you take a deep breath, open your textbook and force yourself to read the same paragraph for the fourth time.

Beau doesn't mean to notice you it's just you've always been there. Whether it was at practice, squeezed between Garrett and Dean in the stands, or sprawled across one of the couches at the hockey house, laughing louder than anyone else in the room.

You belonged with them, with Dean. But lately.. you haven't.

The guys haven't said much about it, not around him, anyway but even Beau has noticed the empty space you used to fill.

Today is the first time he's seen you in almost two weeks.

You're sitting alone; no Dean, no Garrett and o Logan.

Just you.

He tells himself to stop looking that jt's none of his business. Still every few minutes, his eyes drift back toward your table and not because he's trying to stare bit because something feels off. Then he sees you quickly wipe beneath one eye and his chest tightens.

He immediately drops his gaze back to his textbook not wanting to embarrass you, not wanting you to realize someone noticed but for the rest of the afternoon he can't stop thinking about one thing.

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Pairing: John Tucker x fem reader

Summary: You've got a celiac disease (an autoimmun. Disease that can be passed from a parent to a child), you got glutened while eating out and your crush whose apparently got a crush on you too, tries to learn how to cook homemade gluten free meals. just for you.

Warnings: pure cuteness

a/n: i really liked the idea of seeing Tucker trying to bake gf bread so i just had to write his fight with the gf dough in the kichen😂☺️

John Tucker had cooked under pressure; he had cooked for team, for parties, for hangovers and for six hungry hockey players who somehow consumed food like a natural disaster. He had made entire dinners out of nearly empty cabinets.

He could eyeball measurements, fix seasoning, rescue overcooked pasta.

Cooking made sense, cooking behaved.

Bread apparently was evil. Especially gluten free bread. He stared at the loaf in front of him. It stared back.

Flat, dense.

Aggressivly disappointing. He poked it but nothing happened.

Tucker narrowed his eyes. "okay..."

Dean walked into the kitchen, stopped and looked and looked again. "What is that?"

Tucker crossed his arms. "It's bread"

Dean blinked. "You sure?"

Tucker tried to ignore him but Dean stepped closer and poked the loaf. The loaf made a noise.

Dean slowly looked at Tucker. "Brother"

Tucker pointed. "Get out"

Dean looked delighted. "You made a brick!"

"I made bread!"

Dean looked at it. "...did you?"

Attempt one was total failure.

Fine. Whatever.

Different flour, different hydration.

Again.

Attempt two looked better... until it came out. The outside was beautiful but the inside was wet, raw.

Offensive.

Tucker stared at it, cut another slice but still raw.

He looked betrayed as he checked the recipe again. Then another recipe and another. He opened a page, read and read again.

Then frowned.

Cross contamination.

His eyes moved slowly as he looked around the kitchen.

Flour, breadcrumbs, old wooden spoons and crumbs in the toaster.

He stared.

Then looked at his failed bread, then at his phone. Then very quietly "...oh"

He remembered you at the restaurant; smiling and saying 'it's okay' He remembered the text. 'Probably but it's okay'

His jaw tightened as he looked back at the kitchen. That's when he started cleaning because he was not letting you get sick again.

Two hours later Garrett walked in and stopped immediatly, looked around, looked at Tucker. "...did we get robbed?"

Tucker was wiping cabinet handles.

Garrett frowned. "What happened?"

Tucker didn't look up. "Nothing"

Garrett looked around; new sponge, things moved, open laptop with articles, ingredient lists.

Garrett walked over and read 'Understanding Celiac Disease and Cross Contamination'

His eyebrows lifted "...oh"

Tucker just kept cleaning. Garrett leaned on the counter. "You doing all this for her?"

Tucker didn't answer but Garrett watched him then smiled slowly.

Tucker pointed without looking. "Don't"

Garrett looked innocent. "What?"

Tucker looked at him. "If you say something annoying I swear_!"

Garrett held his hands up and grinned. "you really like her" Garrett's smile widened. "Oh wow!"

Tucker pointed. "just leave man!"

Garrett looked delighted. "Oh my God!"

Tucker glared at him.

Garrett started laughing. "Dude"

Tucker threw a dish towel at him but Garrett dodged. He looked at the counter then at Tucker. His smile softened.

"...that's nice"

Tucker looked away as his jaw shifted.

Garrett watched "So she gets sick from crumbs?"

Tucker nodded.

Garrett blinked. "...seriously?"

Tucker shrugged.

Garrett looked around "Okay..."

Tucker looked over.

Garrett shrugged. "We'll stop leaving bread everywhere"

Tucker looked at him. Garrett pointed. "Not because of you! But because its looking rough on her"

Tucker looked away. "...yeah"

Attempt three: failure.

Again.

The dough looked wrong, the texture looked wrong, the bread came out. Collapsed.

Tucker stared.

Dean appeared, looked and whistled. "...this one looks sad man"

Tucker looked exhausted, Dean walked over.

Examined, then frowned. "...wait" He looked at Tucker. "You've been making this all day?"

Tucker shrugged.

Dean looked at him, realization hit. His expression changed. "Oh"

Tucker looked away.

Dean leaned against the counter. "...you nervous?"

Tucker scoffed. "No..."

Dean stared.

Tucker sighed "What if she gets sick?" He looked at the counter. "What if I miss something?" His jaw tightened. "What if she comes over and pretends she likes it because she's nice?"

Silence.

Dean looked at him and smiled. "You'll figure it out"

Tucker frowned.

Dean looked at the loaf. "You're weirdly good at caring about people"

Tucker looked at him and Dean shrugged. "You notice stuff" Pause. "You'll notice if she doesn't like it"

Tucker snorted but Dean smirked. "And if she hates your bread" He picked up a failed loaf. "We can use these as hockey pucks!"

Tucker shoved him making Dean laughed.

Attempt four.

New recipe, measure exactly, no eyeballing. Warm water, different flour blend, separate bowl. Fresh butter, fresh towel and no crumbs.

He kneaded, waited, read things and panicked.

Waited more.

The dough rose... barely. He stared suspiciously into the oven timer.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Thirty minutes.

Forty.

He opened the oven and stopped. The loaf looked… good. Actually good; golden, rounded and finally bread shaped.

His eyes narrowed, he poked it. It bounced back. He blinked and poked again.

His eyebrows lifted. "...oh"

He cut a piece, steam escaped. He stared. Tried it.

Pause.

Then his face softened. It wasn't perfect but good enough. He looked at it and suddenly imagined you sitting at the counter breaking it open and smiling. 

Not checking ingredients, not asking questions. Just... eating.

His chest felt weird. He checked his phone and found a text from you sented almost twenty minutes ago. 

Beauty: On my way 😄

His eyes widened, he looked at the kitchen. The food, the bread, the basket of snacks and the separate butter.

He looked at himself and he suddenly hated his shirt.

Doorbell.

His stomach dropped. He looked at the loaf. Then at the door then quietly to absolutely nobody:

"...please like the bread"

Doorbell again.

He stared then took a breath and opened the door with nervous smile.

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Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x Fem!Reader (Angst) and Beau Maxwell x Fem!Reader (Slow Burn)

Warnings: heartbreak, angst, crying, swearing, insynuation to smut but no smut

Summary: you always knew Dean wasn't relationship type of guy but you never could have guessed he would change for someone who's not you. Luckily you're not left all alone

a/n: i'm in the mood for heartbreak latly, idk why😅😭 i wanted to write some and i hope you will like it! Requests of cors are open!❤️‍🔥

You always knew Dean Di Laurentis wasn't the kind of guy who settled.

You knew it the first time he kissed you after a party, grining against your lips like it was the easiest thing in the world.

You knew it the first time he climbed through your apartment window at two in the morning because he couldn't sleep.

You knew it every time you woke up tangled in his sheets only to watch him throw on a backwards cap, flash you that stupid smile, and say, "See you at practice"

No promises, no labels and no expectations. Just Dean.

And somehow... that had been enough. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself; you were his best friend before you were anything else.

The person he'd call after a bad game, the first one he'd text when something funny happened and the one who knew exactly how he took his coffee and exactly how to calm him down before exams.

You were there for movie nights, road trips, lazy Sundays on the couch while the rest of the hockey house argued over video games. You practically lived with the team at this point. Garrett joked you deserved your own locker and Logan insisted you were an honorary Briar Hockey member.

Dean always rolled his eyes before throwing an arm over your shoulders. "She's been around longer than half of you idiots!"

It made your chest warm every single time and maybe that's why you let yourself hope. Not because Dean ever said he loved you. He never did. Not because he hinted at a future together.

He didn't.

But there were moments like the way he'd absentmindedly reach for your hand while watching a movie, the way he'd steal your hoodies because they smelled like your perfume, the way he'd fall asleep with his head in your lap after practice.

Little dangerus things. The kind that made it easy to imagine maybe, someday, he'd get tired of random hookups. That maybe someday he'd look at you and realize you'd been there all along.

It was a stupid hope and you knew that but you kept it anyway. Thats when Allie Hayes showed up.

At first, she was just another girl Dean mentioned between classes. "You should meet Allie. You'd like her" and "She just got out of a relationship. Guy sounds like an asshole"

You smiled, you listened, you asked questions because that's what best friends did.

Dean didn't notice how your smile became a little tighter every time her name came up. He didn't notice you stopped teasing him whenever he checked his phone and smiled at a text.

He definitely didn't notice the way your stomach twisted when he casually admitted one night, "I think she's just looking for something casual right now. She's still getting over Sean"

You nodded, pretending to focus on the movie playing in the background. "That makes sense"

"Yeah" Dean leaned back on the couch beside you. "I don't mind. We're just... hanging out"

Just hanging out.

You almost laughed.

That's exactly how the two of you had started; just hanging out, just hooking up, just having fun. Until one person wasn't.

You glanced at him. He looked happier than you'd seen him in weeks and he talked about Allie without realizing he was talking about her. The little stories started piling up:

"Allie said the funniest thing today"

"I grabbed lunch with Allie after class"

"Allie wants to learn ice skating"

"Allie this"

"Allie that"

"Allie"

You wondered if he could hear his own voice, you wondered if everyone else already knew before he did and you wondered why your heart still hoped you were imagining it, then, one Friday night, Dean cancelled your usual movie night.

"Sorry" he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I already made plans"

You smiled because that's what you always did. "No worries"

"What are you gonna do instead?"

"Oh... probably stay home"

"Cool. I'll text you later"

He never did.

The next morning, Garrett accidentally mentioned Dean had spent the night with Allie.

He froze the second the words left his mouth.

You smiled before he could apologize. "It's okay"

It wasn't.

That afternoon, you opened your conversation with Dean; hundreds of messages. Years of memories.

You stared at the screen for a long time then you turned your phone over and decided, for the first time since meeting Dean Di Laurentis...

You weren't going to be the one to text first.

Another problem with Dean was that your messeges became like a second nature but it was almost always him who reached out to you.

Since meeting Allie those invitations, small conversations and quick questions stopped and it was you who had to text first.

Until you stopped and it shoudnt be a big deal after all. So why was this so hurtful?

So you waited and... nothing. Monday turns into Tuesday. Dean finally texts Wednesday afternoon.

DEAN: You alive?🤨

You smile despite yourself.

YOU: Unfortunately🥸

Three little dots appear almost instantly.

DEAN: Dramatic enough huh?

DEAN: Hockey house tonight?

Your fingers hover over the keyboard. Normally, you would've answered before he even finished typing and normally, you'd already be figuring out what snacks to bring.

Instead...

YOU: Can't, busy...🤷🏻‍♀️

It isn't entirly a lie as you could go, you just know he'll be there and so she probably will be too.

Dean replies with a thumbs up and nothing else.

You stare at your phone for a long moment before locking it. That... was easier than you expected which somehow hurts even more.

The next few weeks become an exercise in self control. You stop showing up at the hockey house unless someone specifically invites you.

You stop waiting outside the rink after practice, you stop leaving coffee on Dean's desk before his morning lectures and not because you're angry.

You aren't but you're trying to do the mature thing.

Trying to give yourself enough distance that maybe, eventualy, your heart will catch up with your brain because your brain already knows.

Dean likes Allie, like really likes her. You can hear it every time he talks about her.

"You're avoiding him"

You glance up from your notebook to find Garrett droping into the chair across from you in the student center.

"I'm studying"

"You're hiding"

"I'm literally in public!"

Garrett snorts. "You know what I mean"

You shrug, pretending to highlight the same sentence for the third time. "I've just been busy"

"Bullshit"

You sigh. "Garrett..."

His expression softens. "I miss seeing you around. We all do"

Your throat tightens. "I miss you guys too"

"So come over"

You force a smile. "It's not that easy"

He watches you carefully. You hate that staring because it means he knew and if he knew that means they all do..

"I didn't..." Garrett rubs the back of his neck. "I didn't know it was like that... I mean we all suspected but..."

You laugh quietly. "Yeah..."

He reaches across the table and squiezes your hand. "I'm sorry"

You blink rapidly. "It's okay"

"No" His voice is gentle. "It isn't"

For a second, you think you're going to cry right there in the middle of the student center.

Instead, you smile. "I'll be okay"

Garrett studies your face. "You love him and you won't be okay for a long time"

It isn't a question.

You look away. "I never meant to love him like that..."

Dean notices your empty seat before practice then again the next day and the day after that. By the end of the week, he corners Logan while they're walking off the ice.

"Have you talked to Y/N?"

Logan shrugs. "A little"

"Is she okay?"

"Why wouldn't she be?"

"I don't know..." Dean frowns. "I feel like I haven't seen her in forever"

Logan gives him a long look. "Dude..."

"What?"

"You seriously haven't noticed?"

Dean blinks. "Noticed what?"

Logan opens his mouth and closes it again. "Forget it. It's not my place..."

"What isn't?"

Logan shakes his head. "Just forget i said anything..."

"Why?"

"Just don't!"

Dean watches him walk away, more confused than before.

Friday night used to belong to the hockey house. Movie night, pizza, someone yelling at Tucker for cheating at Mario Kart.

Dean stealing half your blanket because he refused to admit he was cold.

Tonight, you stay home and your phone buzzes around eight.

DEAN: You sure you don't want to come?

You stare at the message, for just a second, you're tempted.

One night won't hurt as you could pretend and force smile, maybe even augh at his jokes and ignore the way he'd inevitably end up sitting beside Allie. Pretend every glance between them doesn't make your chest ache.

Instead, you type:

YOU: Have fun ❤️

His reply comes almost imediatly.

DEAN: You okay?👀

You read the message three times and you almost tell him the truth that every time he says Allie's name it feels like someone is slowly twisting a knife between your ribs. That you've spent weeks trying to stop loving him because he deserves to fall for someone without carrying the weight of your feelings. That you're terifid one day he'll introduce you as "my best friend" while holding another girl's hand, and you'll have to smile like it doesn't destroy you.

Instead, you send the easiest lie you've ever written.

YOU: Yep. Just tired...

He reacts with a heart.

You put your phone on silent before he can send anything else then, for the first time since you met Dean Di Laurentis...

Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x Fem!Reader (Angst) and Beau Maxwell x Fem!Reader (Slow Burn)

Warnings: heartbreak, angst, crying, swearing, insynuation to smut but no smut

Summary: you always knew Dean wasn't relationship type of guy but you never could have guessed he would change for someone who's not you. Luckily you're not left all alone

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PART IV

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I wanted to write something for a really long time! I was thinking about series with young Sirius Black x fem reader BUT more gothic, mysterius, with family secrets and happening in the victorian era

I was curious if anyone would be interested in reading something like that? 👀

Just asking, nothing sirius (he he)🫣

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Pairing: John Tucker x fem reader

summary: You've got a celiac disease (an autoimmun. Disease that can be passed from a parent to a child), you got glutened while eating out and your crush whose apparently got a crush on you too, tries to learn how to cook homemade gluten free meals. just for you.

Warnings: none

a/n: it's last chapter of this series! But dont worry there's gonna be a spin off!❤️‍🔥

You noticed it by accident not because Tucker complained and not because he wanted recognition.

Actually that was probably why it took so long. It happened on a random Tuesday; everyone was over, too many people and too much noise.

Music in the background, someone arguing, someone yelling from another room.

Normal.

You were sitting on the counter watching Tucker cook which had become not a routine exactly but something close.

He cooked, you talked, sometimes you helped. Sometimes he asked before touching your knee, sometimes you asked before stealing kisses and sometimes neither of you asked and just naturally leaned together.

You liked that. Nothing felt assumed, nothing felt earned just chosen. You watched him move around the kitchen.

Dean opened the fridge. "Anything done?"

Tucker pointed. "Don't touch"

Garrett appeared. "Can I sample?"

"No"

Logan walked through, took food anyway and Tucker glared.

Nobody thanked him not because they didn't appreciate him but because they expected it. Because Tucker cooked.

That was just… Tucker.

You watched him plate everything, hand people forks and get drinks.

Sit down last.

Then eat the smallest portion.

You looked at him and he caught you staring.

"What?"

You blinked. "Nothing" But your chest felt strange.

A few days later you texted him.

YOU: Busy Friday?

His reply came fast.

CHEFF: Depends

YOU: Come over for dinner

Long pause.

YOU: ???

CHEFF: Why are there three question marks

YOU: Because I'm inviting you

CHEFF: Suspicious

YOU: Trust me

Pause.

CHEFF: Do I dress nice

Your stomach flipped.

YOU: Normal nice

CHEFF: That means absolutely nothing

You spent all day cleaning wwhich imediately annoyed you because... oh. You got it; why caring looked emberassing.

You stood in your kitchen, looked around then opened your phone. His favorite meals, things he'd mentioned, things he liked. You remembered he liked roasted garlic and extra pepper. Too much bread. He said soup counted as a meal and hated tomatoes unless they were cooked.

You remembered all of it and suddenly your chest hurt because maybe being loved looked like this.

Remembering; you cooked, you messed up once and started over.

You bought dessert, lit a candle and immediately blew it out.

Too date like and it made you panick. Then you put flowers in a cup.

Worse. You removed flowers.

Why was this so stressful?

Doorbell.

You opened and Tucker stood there.

Stopped,looked inside, looked at you then looked back inside.

His eyebrows lifted. "why is your apartment so clean?"

You crossed your arms. "You're the one to talk huh?"

His eyes narrowed as he stepped in and looked around, you watched him notice; table set, food and everything done.

His expression shifted and he looked at you. "...you cooked?"

You looked away. "Maybe"

His eyes softened.

You suddenly felt stupid so you shrugged. "You cook all the time"

He stared so you continued "So..." Small shrug. "I wanted to cook for you" You suddenly couldn't look at him. you laughed. "This was less embarrassing in my head..."

 "Oh"

You looked up and his expression looked strange. Too open.

You blinked. "What?"

He looked around then back at you and he smiled. "You made dinner"

Your chest tightened.

He looked away, rubbed his neck then quietly "It smells amazing"

Dinner started normal until he took one bite, then looked at you.

You frowned. "What?"

He shook his head, took another bite, then another.

You stared. "...is it bad?"

His head snapped up. "What?"

You looked away. "I don't know"

He stared and laughed softly. "No"

You looked at him, his expression softened.

"Did you remember I like extra garlic?"

You blinked. "...yeah"

Silence.

His face changed and your stomach flipped.

You frowned. "What?"

He looked at his plate then smiled. "...nothing"

You narrowed your eyes. "Tucker"

He looked up, his smile disappeared and he shrugged. "Nobody really cooks for me"

Your chest tightened, you stared.

He looked embarrassed immediately so he laughed. "Okay wow"

You swallowed.

He looked away. "I mean people do but not…" He looked around, his eyes landed on the table, the drinks.

The effort.

Then back at you "...not like this"

Oh.

Your throat tightened. You looked at him then said softly "I noticed"

His expression shifted as you continued "You always cook"

His eyes stayed on yours.

"You always make things easier...." You swallowed "and nobody asks what you want."

Silence.

His jaw moved.

You smiled. "So..." you looked around, then back at him. "Your turn"

His expression broke, not crying just... surprised like nobody had handed him that before.

He looked away. "...thank you"

Your chest hurt, you smiled and stood, walked over.

He looked up as you held your hand out. His eyebrows lifted.

You smiled. "Can I hug you?"

His entire face softened as he took your hand and pulled you in.

Wrapped both arms around you. You laughed quietly.

His face tucked into your shoulder and for a second he stayed.

You wrapped your arms tighter then quietly "I remembered about dessert too"

He laughed against your shoulder and pulled back. His eyes softer than usual. "you made dessert!?"

You grinned.

He looked at you then smiled. "Can I kiss the cook?"

You laughed then nodded.

He kissed you; soft, easy, familiar. Not nervous. Not asking permission because he had to, asking because that's who you became.

When you pulled back he looked at you, then around then back at you and smiled. "You know...."

You raised an eyebrow.

He looked thoughtful. "I think this is my favorite meal"

You smiled. "Because it's good?"

He looked at you, small smile. "No" His fingers found yours and squeezed. "Because somebody important to me made it for me"

And suddenly you understood; love wasn't always grand gestures. Sometimes it was just learning somebody's order.

Reading labels, remembering garlic, making room and once in a while saying:

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pairing: John Logan x f!reader | genre: fluff |

summary: youre hopelessly in love with Garrett whose your bestfirends boyfriend, so when you were cornered about your love life you came up with a lie that eventually started everything.

warnings: none

a/n: I realy hope you will like this chapter. It will be the last so we reached the end of this serie! I realy loved writing this story and i hope i met your needs! My requests of course are open :D

The problem with finally getting everything you wanted was that nobody prepared you for how quiet it felt afterward. No dramatic confession, no music and no realization delivered by the universe itself just Friday night and snow outside and everybody screaming because Briar won another game.

You escaped the arena eventually but not alone as John walked beside you carrying your scarf because apparently at some point in the last month your belongings had become community property.

Campus looked softer at night; streetlights reflected against packed snow while students drifted toward parties and bars.

Neither of you said much. Eventually John glanced over.

"You hungry?"

You blinked. "That's your follow up?"

He shrugged. "We've kissed like twelve times and still haven't had one actual conversation..."

"Okay first of all that number feels accusatory"

"It's approximate"

You laughed quietly.

Twenty minutes later you ended up at Malone's. Almost empty, tables half stacked and coffee machine humming.

John sat across from you in one of the back booths, you watched him steal one off your plate.

"You know" you said eventually.

"What?"

"You came in here all the time"

He looked confused. "What?"

"When Hannah and I worked"

His expression softened slightly. "Oh"

You looked down. "I used to think that was the worst part"

His brows pulled together. "What?"

You smiled weakly. "That I liked somebody who sat three booths away and never noticed"

Silence settled.

John looked at you for a second. "You know what's funny?"

You looked up and he leaned back slightly. "I noticed"

Your stomach tightened. "What?"

His mouth twitched. "Not immediately" He looked down briefly. "But eventually"

Your heartbeat slowed strangely.

He looked embarrassed saying it. "I knew you liked Graham"

You blinked, his fingers tapped once against his cup.

"And then I started waiting for your shifts anyway" John looked away. "…Which sounds pathetic out loud"

Your throat tightened unexpectedly, the diner suddenly felt very small.

You smiled. "No"

His eyes flicked back up and you shook your head once. "It doesn't"

Neither of you said anything after that as you finished fries then walked back. Campus was quieter now with snow falling. At your dorm entrance both of you stopped like usual only this time neither of you moved.

John shoved his hands into his pockets. "So…" His expression shifted.

"…You wanna come over?" Your pulse stumbled.

Not because of what you meant, mostly because somehow you knew you didn't mean anything except not being done with him yet. He nodded.

Your room was quiet. Just low lamp light and the sound of the heater. You sat on bed and John sat beside you.

Too close but not touching. For a while neither of you spoke.

"Do you know what's embarrassing?" you said and his eyes moved to you. You looked down. "I started all this because I was in love with somebody else"

Silence. You laughed once under your breath. "And somewhere in the middle…"

Your throat tightened. "…I stopped noticing when that happened"

John stayed very still. "When...?"

You swallowed as you thought about Malone's, photo booths, the coffee, studying, sleeping on his shoulder, how his hand was on your waist. The first time Garrett smiled at you and your chest didn’t hurt.

You laughed quietly. "I don't know..."

You looked at him. "But one day I realized I stopped waiting for Garrett to walk into my work"

His eyes stayed on yours.

"And started waiting for you to meet me after class"

John looked down immediately.

You frowned. "What?"

His jaw shifted once. "I think I knew before you..."

Your breath caught.

His smile looked small. "I just…" He looked embarrassed, his fingers twisted together once. "I thought eventually you'd realize and leave"

Your chest hurt unexpectedly.

His laugh came out quieter now. "So...uh I kept pretending" His eyes lifted again. "Because fake was still better than nothing..."

Something in your face must've changed because his expression softened instantly. You reached over first and took his hand.

John looked at your fingers then at you.

You smiled slightly. "Guess we should probably stop fake dating"

His mouth curved. "…That feels irresponsible"

You laughed then he kissed you; slow. Nothing desperate, no interruptions this time. His hand settled carefully at your waist. He smiled against your mouth once. You stayed there awhile.

Talking and laughing. Kissing in between sentences. At some point your shoes ended up on the floor, at some point his forehead rested against yours and at some point neither of you cared what time it was.

Outside snow kept falling but inside the room stayed warm and sometime much later when the conversation became quieter; when his hand found yours under the blankets, when he looked at you like he still couldn't believe you stayed and kissed you like he was starving, his hand on your hips, yours in his hair; the light clicked off.

But nobody said goodnight.

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