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Okay yall, I’ve got a bet fic coming up in two weeks (that I now need to start writing) and the person that requested it didn’t leave an LI listed, so who do we want to see??
she’s probably gonna be an lil sad
Who do you want to see in our bet fic??
Garrett
Dean
Beau
Tucker
Logan
for me to see
Remaining time: 17 hours 23 minutes
anything on the ‘for me to see’ category is counting as a vote for Beau cause he is who I’d pick and I make the rules 🥰😼
summary: when beau tells you not to date someone else, he almost lost you as his best friend.
request: yes/no
warnings: swearing?
word count: 3.62k
authors note: oh my god this was cute, like genuinely the emotions I went through writing this had me wanting to wrap them both in a thick cozy blanket. I’ve got nothing else to say cause I loved this.
The first time you met Beau Maxwell, he stole your juice box.
You were both seven.
He'd walked into your classroom halfway through the year with a missing front tooth and grass stains on his knees, spotted the apple juice sitting beside your lunchbox “that is mine,” he announced as he snatched the drink off of your table.
You sent him a glare “it definitely isn't,” even with your cute little pigtails, if looks could kill he would have been dead.
Beau stuck his tongue out at you “you sure?” He cocked his head as you stood up.
"Positive."
He'd grinned as he now looked up at you "guess you'll have to fight me for it." You'd shoved him off the bench.
Twenty minutes later you'd both been sitting outside the principal's office sharing the juice box anyway.
From that day on, it was impossible to have one of you without the other.
Through elementary school you two were the reason why teachers needed seating charts.
By middle school you had become the reason why students could no longer edit their schedules.
From ninth grade the two of you were no longer allowed to be in the same classes even.
By sophomore year at Briar, people assumed you came as a package.
Beau and you, the duo where one was never seen without the other.
Football games.
Late-night sessions at Malones.
Study sessions that somehow ended in watching terrible horror movies.
And then Beau having to hold you as you slept because you swore you were going to have nightmares until you were ninety.
Every birthday.
Every Thanksgiving break.
Every ten-minute voice note, recounting the good and bad moments of the days. As if you weren’t going to see him that night.
Neither of you questioned it.
Not out loud, anyway.
Beau had questioned it a thousand times in his head.
Usually at two in the morning.
Usually after you'd hugged him goodbye.
Usually after you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder during the nights you were at home.
And even those nights you found a way to fit onto your twin king single as he protected you from the potential of bad dreams.
He'd liked you since he was fifteen.
Loved you since seventeen.
Never said a word.
Because friendship was better than nothing.
Because the value you gave him by being in his life, was far more than he could replicate with anyone else.
Your dorm looked like proper chaos, which for you was rather quite normal "so?" Beau leaned against your dorm door while you searched for your keys.
You had sworn that they were in the same place as always on your table "why've you got that stupid smile?" He asked as your head leaned out from your closet.
"I don't have a stupid smile."
You scoffed as you shook your head "you've got the smile." Beau pointed at you as he opted to sit on your bed.
You had refused to let him go back to his to get his keys, so now he was forced to wait "what smile?" You forced your face flat as you tried to get a read on your expression.
Beau raked his fingers through his hair "the one that says you've done something that's going to annoy me." You laughed as you stood up finally with your keys in your hand.
They were in your hoodie, well one that you had stolen from the very boy in your room "Garrett asked me out." Your announcement made him freeze.
Silence followed
You motioned to your door as you felt like the two of you should get a move on "and I said yes," you rubbed your palms on thighs of your jeans.
Beau didn't answer.
You looked over your shoulder "Beau?" You snapped your fingers in front of his face as you wondered if you had broken him.
If you could have gotten a better read on the room you would have made a joke "don’t go." His announcement made you glad that you had kept your joke to yourself.
You blinked as you clicked your tongue why?" You knew the boys had been friends since Dean introduced them, so it was suffice to say that you were a little shocked at the outburst.
Beau stood up "I don't think you should go." He reiterated his words as he nodded.
Your hands landed on your hips "and why is that?" In that moment you swore you were right back on that bench when you were a kid and he stole that juice box.
He shrugged as he didn’t have a good answer "I just don’t." There wasn’t more that he wanted to say either.
You frowned as you were almost hurt "that’s not an answer." Your chest felt sore as you avoided his gaze.
Beau rubbed his hands together "I don’t think he’d be good for you." His confession lingered in the air.
You laughed awkwardly a little taken aback by his reaction "I thought you'd be happy for me." You felt almost embarrassed that you cared.
The boy shook his head "I'm trying to stop you making a mistake.” He reached for your hand as you pulled away.
"A mistake?"
The blow hurt like he had personally hit you when he nodded "so because you don’t think he’s good for me, I'm just supposed to say no?" Your eyebrows lifted as you crossed your arms.
Beau argued back "he hooks up with girls all the time." Now that actually felt rich coming from your best friend.
"And?"
He licked his lips a little disgruntled at the idea of sleeping with you "and I don't want you being another one." Something about the way he said it rubbed you the wrong way.
Beau never cared who you dated or how they came into your life, at least he never decided to comment on it "you don't get to decide that." You sighed as you shook your head.
The boy pinched the bridge of his nose "I'm trying to look out for you." His words were meant to be sweet.
But instead it made you fold your arms "you're trying to control me." You corrected him as you sucked at your teeth.
"I am not."
An exasperated sigh escaped from your lips "you literally just told me not to go." You pressed your fingers against your temples.
The boy argued back "because I know guys like him!” He raised his voice making you do the same
You scoffed "and I don't?" You sent the boy a harsh glare as you scowled.
Beau shook his head "you’ve never dated one." He made Garrett sound like he was a walking disease.
You rolled your eyes "I can make my own decisions." You reminded him that you were a big girl, and you knew how to take care of yourself.
"I know."
Part of you wanted to reach out and throttle him "clearly you don't." You actually laughed now growing annoyed.
Beau sighed as he rolled his eyes, a little surprised that you were arguing with him on this "I'm just saying-” he raised his hands in surrender.
You cut him off as you stopped him in his speech "no, Beau. You don't get to act like my dad because some guy finally asked me out."
"I'm your best friend."
You swore you felt sick "exactly." Venom laced your tone "so start acting like one." The words hit harder than either of you expected.
He stared at you like he didn’t know what to say. A trait that seemed to plague him for the second time tonight "I think you should go." You opened your door motioning to him to leave.
He almost asked if you were being genuine but you saved him to the chase "I'm serious." The look that you gave Beau struck his heart in more ways than one as he nodded "fine."
He left and as the door closed behind him you couldn’t help it as the tears began to flow "fuck." Your eyes were blurry as your knees buckled beneath you causing you to slide down your door to the floor.
The first day wasn't difficult.
You both assumed someone would cave.
He nearly texted you that night.
Didn't.
But he did sit there and let his thumb hover over your contact information.
You almost walked to his frat house.
Didn't.
But you did turn off right before you got into his street.
The third day hurt.
You got an internship opportunity for the winter semester and wanted to celebrate.
The fifth day hurt worse.
It was the first football game that you missed since you met Beau.
By the end of the first week, everyone noticed.
Dean frowned every time Beau sat alone in the cafeteria "you two good?" He asked as he motioned to Beau’s lock screen.
It was an image of the two of you after his freshman debut. You were in a Briar U cap as you had your arms wrapped around him.
The grins on your faces matched the ones your moms captured each year on Christmas morning "we're fine." Beau sighed as he shook his head.
The blonde couldn’t help it when he smirked "you haven't looked up from your phone in twenty minutes." He pointed out as he raised his eyebrows.
Beau was quick to turn his phone screen side down "I'm fine." But Dean wasn't convinced.
Garrett noticed too.
Halfway through your second date he tilted his head "you okay?" He asked as he reached for your hand.
You forced a smile onto your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows "what?" You thought you were hiding it well.
Garrett took you to his favourite pizza place which was like a fifteen-minute drive from campus "you've checked the entrance like five times." You felt bad that he catch on.
He had been a great date both times, he picked you up from your place and walked you back to the front of your building both times "I have not." You shook your head.
It made the boy sigh "you have." He decided that he wasn’t going to argue with you on this one.
You looked toward the door again.
Beau wasn't there.
Your chest ached anyway.
The football guys stopped asking when you were coming over after practice.
The girls stopped asking where Beau was.
Everyone danced around it.
Because nobody had ever seen you apart this long.
Two weeks.
Fourteen days.
Fourteen days without your morning texts.
Without random memes.
Without coffee deliveries.
Without hearing someone yell your name across campus.
It felt wrong.
Like you'd forgotten something important every time you left your dorm.
Beau finally cracked on day fifteen.
Dean found him sitting outside the fraternity house "you look awful." He handed the brunette a coffee as if it was his peace offering.
Because in his efforts to avoid you, Beau seemed to avoid just about everyone "I feel awful." He took the coffee with a grateful smile.
Dean sat beside him "so go talk to her," he placed his hand on the boys back.
It was the first time that Beau actually admitted aloud that something was wrong "I screwed it up." Beau looked up at the sky sensing how the weather was turning.
It almost symbolic, perfectly representing how he had been feeling over the last two weeks "and I can't fix it." His voice broke as Beau really did wonder if he was going to have to learn how to survive without you in his life.
Dean shook his head "you won't know until you try." The look that Dean gave Beau was enough for him to believe that he had at least a chance in this.
You were leaving the library just after sunset when someone called your name.
"Wait up!" You froze slowly turning around.
Beau looked exhausted.
Dark circles under his eyes.
Hair a mess, and a stubble clear on his jaw as he hadn’t shaved.
Hands shoved in his hoodie pocket like he didn't know what else to do with them.
Neither of you spoke.
Finally you sighed "what?" You pinched the bridge of your nose as you slotted your phone into your jeans pocket.
His voice cracked as thunder rumbled from above "I-" he laughed bitterly as he cleared his throat.
"I had this whole speech."
You crossed your arms "congratulations." You shrugged as you waited for him to continue.
"I forgot it."
You remembered in eighth grade how he had forgotten his science presentation so of course, as you worked through it with him, you mouthed his entire presentation to him "okay." Another silence followed.
People walked around the two of you.
Neither moved.
Finally Beau stepped closer "I was wrong." You looked away a little relieved that he had said it.
He let out a huff "I shouldn't have told you what to do." His hands raised, owning the fact that he was wrong.
Nothing.
"I shouldn't have acted like I knew what was best."
Still nothing.
"And I definitely shouldn't have judged Garrett."
He swallowed as he rolled his eyes, deciding to just go with it "because that wasn't actually why I was upset."
You looked back at him "what do you mean?" He was glad he got more than a few words out of you again.
His laugh was humourless "I've been in love with you for years." Everything stopped as your eyebrows raised in surprise.
Beau pursed his lips together "I've loved you since high school." You stared waiting for him to continue.
He got nervous as he fiddled with his hands "I thought I'd gotten good at hiding it." Beau let his eyes land on yours as his voice grew softer "I never wanted to ruin what we had."
His eyes were already glossy, "so I stayed quiet." He pushed his hair out of his face as he knew he needed a haircut.
You couldn't find your voice "and then you told me Garrett asked you out." He rubbed both hands over his face.
"And all I could think was."
His voice broke completely, "that I'd waited too long." What Beau didn’t know was that you were ready to wait for him for an eternity truthfully.
Your heart twisted "you idiot." You softly shoved his shoulder.
"I know."
Beau let his fingers wrap around the rope bracelet you gave him before you both graduated high school "I figured if I told you not to go..." He laughed weakly. "Maybe somehow it'd change something."
Beau shrugged as he wondered if he had just screwed all of this up even more "like you’d wake up and magically see the way that you consume my every thought." His words made your heart throb.
You sighed as you were scared to find out what was going to happen next "it didn't." You looked down.
He took one careful step closer "please just shout at me, call me an ass or an idiot." Beau wasn’t above begging but boy was he ready to get on his hands and knees.
His words made you crack a smile "but just come home and be my best friend again because I can't lose you from my life." His eyes were shining now.
But still he didn’t stop there "the last two weeks have been a kind of torture that I don't think I can go through any longer because in every room I look for you." The next time you’d see Dean he was intending on corroborating that story as Beau looked like a lost puppy looking for you.
He cleared his throat as he choked up "at every table I kept an empty seat because I know that you will be in it." And it was the truth, if there was a table that you weren’t welcome at then Beau didn’t want anything to do with it.
A tear slipped down his cheek "I need you in my life, even if I know I don't deserve it." Silence followed.
The kind that stretched forever.
You looked at him.
Really looked at him.
At the tired eyes.
At the shaking hands.
At the boy who'd stolen your juice box.
Who'd carried your backpack after you sprained your ankle senior year.
Who'd driven home to pick up your favourite bagels after you called him in tears telling him how you failed an exam once.
Who knew exactly how you took your coffee.
Who always walked on the outside of the sidewalk.
Who never forgot your birthday.
Who loved you enough to let you date someone else if it meant keeping you "you are an idiot." A watery laugh escaped him as he agreed.
You pressed your finger into his chest "you absolute ass." You furrowed your eyebrows making him laugh once more.
"I know."
Your head shook "you hurt me." Your words were genuine
"I’m sorry."
You looked up at the sky as it seemed that the heavens opened and rain began to pour "I missed you." Your words cleansed the two of you as they rolled off of your tongue like the rain on the sidewalk.
His eyes squeezed shut "I missed you too." He was close to getting one of those cardboard cutouts of you.
Hell, he already would have had one if it wasn’t weird.
Your own tears started falling "I mean I missed you." You used your palms to wipe your tears away.
"I know."
You shook your head "no, you don't." He had consumed almost all of your thoughts since the moment you kicked him out of your room.
You stepped closer until only inches separated you "I kept reaching for my phone." His breathing caught.
"I kept saving you a seat in lectures."
Since the two of you were now allowed to have classes again, any time you had a chance you used it.
His eyes opened "I nearly texted you every single night." He looked like he might cry all over again.
"I thought-"
You laughed through your own tears as you recomposed yourself "I thought my best friend didn't want me anymore." His face crumpled as he hated that he made you feel that way.
"I always want you."
"I know that now." You stared at each other, almost waiting for what was going to come next.
The boy rocked his feet back and forth as a way to somewhat self-soothe "so," he whispered forcing the question that almost started all of this to come out “you're still going out with Garrett?"
You smiled sadly "I've been on two dates." You raised your fingers in a 2 symbol.
"Oh."
You were quick to carry on “they were nice." You nodded as they hadn’t been bad at all.
His face fell but he quickly forced himself to look happy for you "but every time something funny happened." You reached for his hand "I wanted to tell you first." His fingers curled instinctively around yours.
Part of you felt sick announcing this to the world "I kept comparing him to you." His breath caught.
A newfound friendship has actually formed between you and Garrett since you started seeing him on those dates "but that wasn't fair to him." Hope flickered across his face as you shut your eyes "so after he took me home the second night I called things off with him."
Beau would have been lying if he said that internally he was jumping for joy "I think," you whispered as you shook your head.
You licked your lips as you blinked, "that I've been in love with you for a really long time too." Beau blinked like he had forgotten how to understand the English language for a moment.
"What?"
You almost laughed as you sighed "I just never let myself think about it." His silence made you carry on rambling, "I thought we'd ruin everything."
Beau reached for your hands which made you go quiet "we kind of did." He nodded in agreement, "we definitely did."
He laughed through his tears as you corrected him.
"So."
Beau used the pad of his thumb to wipe a tear from your eye as it rolled down your cheek "so." He began as he forced a smile onto his lips.
He looked adorably terrified as he took a deep breath "can I kiss you?" The question came out so quietly you almost weren’t sure if you heard it.
You rolled your eyes "you've loved me for years and you're asking permission now?" You placed your hands on your hips, a little amused by this.
"I'm trying to be respectful." You mimicked his annoyed tone "you are such an idiot." A giggle escaped from your lips.
He smiled at your words "I know." Beau nodded as he shook his head.
You cupped his face "but you're my idiot." Then you kissed him.
It wasn't dramatic.
It wasn't perfect.
It was soft.
Familiar.
Like finally coming home after being away too long.
When you pulled away, Beau rested his forehead against yours "can I take you on a date?" The innocence in his words made you laugh.
You pretended to think about it for a moment "I don’t know if you can top Garrett." You teased making Beau’s face drop.
Beau ran his fingers along the bottom of your jaw "c’mon I’ll pay," his words made you snort "oh please like I’m gonna."
He laughed, and this time it was sweet "so is that a yes?" Beau wriggled his eyebrows "a thousand times over." You nodded as the boy finally led you away from the library.
And for the first time in two weeks, neither of you had to wonder where the other was.
You were exactly where you'd always belonged, together.
In the truest over planner fashion, I have planned out our fic schedule till the end of the year:
And was wondering what you guys thought about the concept of July through September being regular months where you guys can request whatever you’d like. And then October through December being event months?
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now that my home nations are all out of the World Cup I’d like to announce my new allegiance, to hoping Lamine Yamals younger brother has a great time the rest of the tournament:
summary: everyone knows tucker has a crush on you, what they don’t know is that you feel the same way.
request: yes/no
warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing
word count: 2.65k
authors note: I loved writing this whole thing, I realised we haven’t done a brother pairing with him yet. funny story… the idea did come to me while i was drinking a daquiri and felt like it was a match made when I needed a confident and outgoing mc.
If there was one thing everyone on Campus knew, it was that Tucker had a crush on you.
Not a little crush.
Not a "she's cute" crush.
The kind of crush that had lasted since freshman orientation and had only gotten worse from there.
It was the kind of crush that had become common knowledge to everyone.
The hockey team knew.
The football team knew.
Your roommates knew.
Hell most of your sophomore class knew.
Your brother knew.
And the only reason Dean wasn't losing his mind over it was that he had complete confidence in two things.
First, that you weren't interested.
Second, that Tucker would rather throw himself into traffic than make the first move.
Honestly?
He wasn't wrong about the second part.
Tucker liked you so much that it occasionally rendered him incapable of functioning.
The first time you'd met him during orientation, he'd dropped his student ID while trying to introduce himself.
The second time, he'd walked into a sign because he was too focused on watching you laugh.
Freshman year had only gotten worse from there.
By sophomore year, it was practically a running joke that everyone knew.
Everyone except Tucker himself.
The poor guy still seemed convinced he was subtle.
You weren't helping.
In fact, you were probably making it worse.
Because while everyone knew Tucker liked you, nobody knew you liked him back.
That part was your secret. And one that you guarded carefully.
Not because you were embarrassed.
Not because you weren't sure.
But because the second Dean found out you returned Tucker's feelings, everything would change.
Right now, Dean viewed Tucker as harmless.
A guy with a crush that would kill him before he announced it to the world.
A guy who admired his little sister from afar.
A guy who wasn't actually a threat.
The second Dean realised Tucker might actually have a chance?
Different story entirely.
So you kept your mouth shut.
And entertained yourself by teasing Tucker instead.
The boy’s house was packed.
Music blasted through the speakers.
People crowded every room.
And as always, you somehow ended up behind the kitchen island making drinks, specifically your favourite, a strawberry daiquiri “I need more strawberries," you called out as you stirred the mix in the blender.
Someone immediately slid the container toward you "I've built an efficient workplace environment." You giggled to yourself as you sipped your almost ready to be refilled drink.
Dean joked that if he was born to be on the ice, then you were born to be a bartender.
"You terrorise people."
You looked up.
And there he was.
John Tucker.
Standing across the island with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Cute.
Annoyingly cute.
He wasn't towering over everyone the way some hockey players did, but he was still a few inches taller than you. Just enough that you had to tilt your head slightly whenever you looked at him.
Which you definitely didn't do more often than necessary.
Absolutely not, "you volunteering?" you asked as you cocked your head.
The boy leaned against the door as he furrowed his eyebrows "for what?" Tucker licked his lips as he smiled.
"Kitchen duty."
Tucker glanced around “the bartender needs help?” He joked as you turned back to the blender.
You looked as if he was saying the most obvious thing in the world "I need qualified staff." You spoke in a duh tone.
His eyebrows lifted "qualified." He repeated the word as you nodded.
Tucker pointed his finger at himself "you mean me?” If he were a cartoon character, you swore he would have had smoke coming out of his ears.
You nodded again "I mean you,” his smile widened.
"You could've just said that."
You pointed a knife at him "don’t get cocky." He responded by sticking his tongue out at you.
The second Tucker stepped behind the counter, things became easier.
They always did.
Because, for all his awkwardness around you, the kitchen was where he was most comfortable.
You handed him strawberries and the knife.
Then suddenly, he looked like a completely different person.
Focused.
Confident.
Effortless.
You leaned against the counter and watched him work.
His knife skills were ridiculous.
Perfectly even slices.
Quick movements.
No wasted effort.
It was attractive.
Extremely attractive.
Not that you would ever admit that out loud "you know," you said casually as you leaned against the counter in front of him.
"Hm?"
You smiled as you ran your fingers against your arm "if hockey doesn't work out, I might hire you." Tucker snorted as he looked up "you'd hire me?"
You nodded as he laughed, pressing his hands against the counter “what would be my position?" He asked as you pretended to think.
You rubbed your chin with your pointer finger and thumb "assistant." You spoke as if you were sounding out a new word.
He looked offended "assistant?" Tucker sent you a glare as he grew unimpressed.
You nodded with a grin "you'll need to work your way up." You caught the laugh he tried to hide.
Tucker shook his head "you're impossible." He sighed as he leaned his head back.
"And yet you keep showing up."
The words slipped out naturally.
The reaction was immediate.
Tucker's attention dropped to the cutting board.
His ears turned pink.
And suddenly, your evening got significantly better.
An hour later, Logan walked into the kitchen.
You and Tucker had gone between talking and making drinks throughout the hour.
Logan stopped and let his eyes jump between the two of you.
Then he sighed dramatically.
You immediately pointed at him “what’s that look for?" You narrowed your eyes at him.
Logan shook his head, "I genuinely cannot believe we're still here." He pointed between the two of you as Tucker frowned.
"Still where?"
Logan laughed before he grabbed a beer “you are actually painful.” He pointed at Tucker as he disappeared back into the crowd.
You glanced at Tucker “any idea what that was about?" He asked as he looked confused.
"No."
You nearly laughed as you shook your head because you absolutely knew.
The rest of the night followed the same pattern.
You mixed drinks, and Tucker helped.
And every time you got bored, you found new ways to make him nervous.
Sometimes it was accidental.
Mostly it wasn't.
You brushed past him, reaching for ingredients.
You stole strawberries off his cutting board.
You leaned over his shoulder to inspect his work.
The poor guy never stood a chance.
At one point your fingers brushed while reaching for the same bottle.
Tucker immediately forgot what he was saying.
Mid-sentence.
Gone.
You bit the inside of your cheek "Tucker?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you turned to him "you stopped talking." You mumbled as he shook his head.
Tucker focused his attention on the floor "no I didn't." His words came out as barely a murmur.
It made you smirk "you absolutely did,” his face turned red and you had to turn away before he saw you smiling.
By midnight, people had started filtering out.
The house had grown quieter.
You finally found Hannah and Allie near the front door “ready?" Hannah asked as you nodded.
The three of you made sure that you had your things when Tucker appeared, almost suspiciously fast "I can walk you home." You immediately looked between the two girls, who looked at each other with a smile.
And you knew.
Instantly.
Traitors.
Absolute traitors.
Because it turned out that they had in fact noticed that you seemed far more interested in talking to Tucker than actually hearing out any guy that tried to make a move on you “that’s nice of you, Tucker," Hannah said while Allie nodded in agreement "very nice."
You crossed your arms as you furrowed your eyebrows
"I’m glad that you two think you’re slick.” You almost wanted to laugh when Allie feigned offence “we have no clue what you’re talking about.”Neither girl looked remotely convincing.
So you let the boy lead the way as you told the girls you’d see them in the morning for your shared shift at Malones.
The walk back to campus was surprisingly quiet.
Not awkward.
Just comfortable.
You walked beside each other beneath the streetlights.
Occasionally, your shoulders brushed.
Neither of you moved away.
The conversation drifted naturally from one topic to another.
Classes.
Summer.
Food.
Mostly food.
Which wasn't surprising.
Tucker could talk about cooking for hours.
And you could listen for hours.
You genuinely loved hearing him explain things.
The excitement in his voice.
The way his hands moved when he talked.
The confidence that appeared whenever food was involved, “you know," you interrupted you began as you fiddled with one of your rings.
Tucker stopped himself as he turned to you "what?" His eyes were wide as if he was worried he had done something offensive.
"You're kind of a nerd."
He looked personally offended "I'm talking about cooking." He shook his head as you laughed "exactly." You nodded like you were proving your point exactly.
Tucker furrowed his eyebrows “you spend your weekends inventing cocktail recipes." He knew all about that because you were usually doing it from their kitchen.
Dean did have to admit there was a reason why you were his favourite sister "that's different." You shook your head as you smirked knowing that you were pushing Tucker’s buttons.
"How?"
The boy cocked his head as he scrunched his eyebrows "because I'm charming." You grinned as Tucker laughed.
A real laugh.
The kind that made you insides feel warm immediately.
God.
You were in trouble.
By the time you reached your dorm building, neither of you seemed particularly interested in ending the conversation.
So Tucker walked you inside.
Through the lobby.
Up the stairs.
Past two floors.
All the way to your hallway.
You noticed several people staring.
Mostly because everyone knew who John Tucker was.
And because he was following you around with that familiar look in his eyes.
The one everybody recognised.
The one he'd never quite learned how to hide.
When you finally stopped outside your dorm room, Tucker stopped too.
Close enough that you could see the faint freckles across his nose.
Close enough that you had to tilt your head back slightly to look at him.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then you smiled and Tucker immediately noticed “no.” He shook his head as you laughed.
"What?"
He pointed at your face “you’ve got that damn smile.” Tucker sighed as he was not looking forward to this.
You placed your hands on your hips "what smile?" You licked your mild as you were almost amused now.
"The one you get when you get an idea in your head for something."
You had a reputation for a particularly wild streak that often came out when you got that grin.
You raised your hands in defence “can’t promise anything." You shrugged making him groan.
And suddenly you couldn't help yourself anymore.
Maybe it was the late hour.
Maybe it was the fact that you'd spent over a year pretending.
Maybe it was because you were tired of watching him look at you like you were something special while genuinely believing he had no chance.
Whatever the reason, you decided enough was enough.
So rather than leaving him at the door, you instead opted to invite him into your room.
Part of you was glad that your roommate was spending her night at her boyfriends.
"Tucker."
His expression immediately became cautious, “yeah?" He tried to subtly look at your pictures that were on your wall.
You let your door shut softly behind you “can I ask you something?" You cocked your head as you smiled.
He sighed growing nervous as he nodded "how long?" His eyes narrowed as the question came out.
"How long what?"
You tilted your head “how long have you been in love with me?" The reaction was immediate.
Catastrophic.
The poor man looked like his soul had left his body.
"Oh my God."
You burst out laughing “oh my God isn't a timeframe." You slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle your laughter.
"You know?"
You almost felt bad that he looked so embarrassed "Tucker." His hands covered his face.
"No."
You reached for the boy who pulled away "Tucker." You sighed feeling bad for him.
"You thought nobody knew?"
"This is humiliating."
You laughed harder as he shook his head "Dean knows." His groan echoed down the hallway.
You were practically crying now “why don’t we just start a list of people who don’t know?” And somehow Tucker looked even more embarrassed, even as he tried to be annoyed.
Which only made it funnier.
Eventually he lowered his hands "you really knew?" Your smile softened as you nodded
“yep.”
Tucker let out a harsh breath “for how long?" You had him reconsidering every moment of his life when he thought it was subtle.
You shrugged “a while,” his gaze locked onto yours.
Steady.
Hopeful.
Dangerous.
Tucker was holding a breath that he wasn’t aware was trapped in his chest "then why didn't you say anything?" The answer felt simple now.
So simple you couldn't believe you'd waited this long.
Because if you had admitted it sooner, Dean would've figured it out.
Dean would've realized Tucker actually had a shot.
And then your brother would've killed Tucker.
Because the Southern boy was the only person from the team who hadn’t gotten the warning lecture from your brother.
So you wanted this moment to belong to you.
Not Dean.
Not the team.
Not anyone else.
Just you.
And Tucker.
So you stepped closer.
Close enough that his breathing visibly stalled.
And finally told him the truth "because everyone already knew about your crush." Your eyes scanned his face as his brow furrowed.
"And?"
It felt like a cruel joke from the world to Tucker "and nobody knew about mine." You licked your lips as you smiled.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Tucker stared.
You stared back.
His brain visibly short-circuited “your-” he cut himself off as you laughed
"Yeah."
His eyes widened “you like me?” He pointed to himself.
He was in disbelief.
Like he'd spent so long convincing himself it was impossible that he couldn't process another reality.
You laughed softly "honestly, Tucker?" He swallowed as he nodded
You felt like a dork as you spoke "if you had made a move months ago, I would've said yes." The smile that appeared on his face stole every coherent thought from your head.
Bright.
Happy.
Disbelieving.
The happiest you'd ever seen him "you have got to be kidding me." Tucker shook his head as you nodded.
He swore this was as a dream "you’ve liked me this whole time?" He had always hoped that this would happen but never thought it could.
“Yeah.”
And suddenly Tucker laughed.
A genuine, joyful laugh.
Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders “you know," he said as he ran his fingers over his arm.
"What?"
Tucker hadn’t even admitted this to himself "I spent an entire year convincing myself I didn't stand a chance." You reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt.
"That was pretty stupid."
His eyes immediately dropped to your lips “yeah,” he nodded as his hands landed on your hips to steady himself.
Tucker scanned your face for any kind of hint that this was a joke "very stupid." He agreed with you as you smiled.
You nodded as you closed the gap between the two of you "definitely," for the first time since orientation, John Tucker didn't look nervous.
Just certain.
Certain enough to lean down.
Certain enough to close the distance.
And when he kissed you outside your dorm room, you found yourself smiling against his mouth.
Because after nearly two years of everyone knowing Tucker liked you—
It turned out the biggest secret had been that you liked him back.
Do you have anything for Dean dropping! I absolutely love all of your fics!!!
Hey there lovely! Yep I do!
Next week he has a fic on Wednesday and then the week after he has 2 dedicated to him and then one that’s kinda a love triangle (squareish shape really)
summary: five times you ragebaited logan, and the one time he got you back.
request: yes/no
warnings: swearing, allusions to sex (but nothing explicit)
word count: 3.11k
authors note: I have no comments, beyond that this made me laugh. oh and realistically, these events were happening over the span of weeks or months, they did not all happen back to back.
You started dating Logan in April right before the summer break started.
And if there was one thing that he learnt, it was that you were chaos.
Not in the loud kind of way that left you with a reputation.
It was this way that knew how to keep Logan on his feet 24/7 with you.
𝟏 “𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝,”
You were in your dorm with Allie and Hannah doing fit checks as Logan sat on your couch watching.
He promised to take the three of you to your girls night booking as he liked making sure that you were safe.
Hannah stood in the frame of your phone as she looked at what she was wearing “so this is actually all from their closests.” She laughed as she did a little twirl.
You laughed as you shook your head “your shoes are yours!” You corrected as Hannah nodded “yeah these are all mine.”
The brunette pointed to her sneakers before she pulled you into the frame “the skirt I stole from Allie and the shirt is from brandy.” A smirk spread across your face as Hannah motioned to Logan to join you in your shot.
Logan wrapped his hand around your waist “I’ve dressed my current boyfriend today in fact.” His arm tensed around your waist.
He turned to you with a confused expression “your current boyfriend?” He reiterated your words as you nodded with a smile.
Hannah and Allie giggled from beside your phone “are you planning on getting another one in the future?” Logan scoffed as you caught your lower lip between your teeth trying to swallow your own laughter.
You ran your fingers down his shirt “hey as they say the night is still young,” you teased as you pulled your attention back to the camera.
You did everything to not laugh “wow never in my life have I been so offended.” That broke the girls as they were now losing it on the other side of the camera.
That made Logan clock what was going on “I hate you.” He grumbled as he shook his head making you laugh as well.
You grinned as you cupped his jaw “you love me.” You mumbled as he stuck his tongue out before he kissed you.
Allie crossed her arms “you better not try to keep her tonight.” Her warning made Logan shake his head.
He laughed as he let his hand settle on your waist “oh no this one is your problem tonight.” He announced as he patted your hip.
𝟐 “𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫?”
You were sat on Logan’s bed as he came out of the bathroom “baby can you call my phone f’me? I can’t find it.” He had a towel wrapped around his waist.
You nodded as you threw your phone to the bottom of his bed as you looked up from your laptop. He used your password to unlock it before he typed in his number.
Then he frowned
“Wait.”
You barely looked up “what?” You cocked your head as he sat down on the foot of his bed.
He turned your phone to face you “why am I saved as John Logan in your phone?” He furrowed his eyebrows as it got your attention.
You placed your laptop next to you as you leaned up to sit closer to him “because that’s your name silly.” You rested your chin against his shoulder.
Logan laughed as the sensation made his squirm “yeah but that’s so formal.” He whined as his lips formed a pout.
You actually laughed at the sight “you want me to save you as Prince Charming or something?” You proposed as he thought about it seriously for a second.
And then he nodded.
“Maybe I should just save you as an unknown number?”
There was a pause before he shook his head “you’re just mean.” You laughed as you stood up.
You shrugged, “it’s more mysterious.” As you wriggled your eyebrows, Logan pulled you onto his lap.
“You’re one update away from me blocking you.”
His warning made you laugh as you stuck your tongue out at him.
You smiled, leaned in, and kissed his cheek before you grabbed your phone from his hand.
You were quick to type something before you showed it to him “happy?”
‘𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗’ 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 ‘𝙼𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚗 💙’
“Very.”
𝟑 “𝐈’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠,”
You were at practice, sitting in the bleachers in his hoodie, legs swinging as you watched the guys skate drills.
He came out of the locker room as he had his bag slung over his shoulder.
His breath was heavy, hair messy, looking annoyingly good in that effortless way that always made you forget your point for a second.
But not this time.
You pointed vaguely pointed to the group of lower-class men behind Logan “the guy with the dark hair,” you said casually “he’s kind of my type.”
John didn’t even turn around “you mean Carter.” His face turned into a sharp scowl as he heard the younger boys making a joke behind him.
You nodded as you slotted your phone into the pocket of your hoodie “yep.” You had to admit that if you were a freshman and single, you genuinely would have thought that the dude was hot.
He looked like a younger version of Logan which is why you found this so funny “you don’t even know him.” Logan deeply inhaled through his nostrils as he grumbled.
You shrugged as you licked your lips “I am just saying,”that’s when he slowly turned his head toward you.
Logan sucked at his teeth “you’re joking right?” He was practically weighing up the cost of what his bail money would be if he hit Carter.
You shrugged, “am I?” There was a beat of silence.
Then he stopped walking “that’s it.” He announced as he shook his head
“What?”
Logan sharpened his gaze back to the younger teammates “we’re leaving. I’m transferring teams. Maybe we’re moving countries.”You laughed as he hoisted you over his shoulder making you squeal.
He started walking the two of you out of the rink “you are a nightmare god.” He was genuinely considering relocating his entire life out of spite.
Or possibly throttling Carter into fear to avoid you for the rest of his life.
Carter never found out he was nearly responsible for a national hockey scandal.
𝟒 “𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞,”
After Dean swore that you and Logan were the worst when it came to PDA.
And as you had a thing for proving the blonde boy wrong, you set yourself up on a challenge.
You wanted to see just how long it would take Logan to realise if you swiped his kisses.
Dean believed that Logan wouldn’t make it past 5 pm but you decided to back your boyfriend more than that “but you can’t avoid him all day then!” Dean pointed out as he watched Logan walk into the cafeteria.
You smiled as you got up “luckily for me I have a class in ten minutes.” You shot back as you stuck your tongue out at the blonde.
Logan dropped his bag into the seat where you were just sitting “hey pretty girl.” Logan smiled as he leaned down to kiss your lips.
You swerved letting his lips grazed your cheek “hey babe I gotta go!” You patted his cheek before you ran off.
It left Logan a little confused as he watched you run off “that was a little weird right?” Logan motioned to you as your body disappeared into the crowd.
Dean shook his head as he ate a carrot stick “not a clue what you’re talking about.” The second rule that you two came up with was that, neither one of you could hint that there was a bet going on.
By the time 2 pm came around Logan was waiting outside of your building after class “hey there princess.” Logan walked towards you with a smile as he reached for your hand.
You matched his facial expression as you leaned up to kiss him before you remembered what was going on “hi handsome.” You awkwardly shifted into giving him a hug.
As Logan patted your back, he almost wondered if he was just dreaming “the guys are waiting back at the house.” His announcement came as he mentally went through the previous events of the day as he was concerned he pissed you off.
You pulled away with a smile “perfect,” you squeezed his hand “shall we go?” You asked as you cocked your head.
Dean watched how you dodged Logan throughout the next few hours.
If you were any decent with a pair of skates, Dean would have proposed that he got you on the team. With the way you had been side stepping Logan, it was almost impressive.
Logan however, lacked the sentiment as you excused yourself to go to the bathroom “is it just me or is she being weird?” Logan spoke up as Dean celebrated.
But his cheering fell short when he realised that it was in fact 5:01 pm, what made your boyfriend even more confused was that you were running down the stairs cheering. While Dean sat with his head in his hands.
The brunette motioned between the two of you “okay what is going on between the two of you?” Logan asked as you marched over to him.
Your hands cupped his cheeks “god I love you.” You pulled him into a kiss that was so strong the two of you actually fell onto the couch.
Logan wasn’t going to complain as his hands steadied himself on your waist “god I hate it when she’s right.” Dean’s grumble was enough to make Logan pull away from you.
He cocked his head, making you sigh, “we had a bet that if I didn’t kiss you, you couldn’t last until five PM before you brought it up.” Your announcement made him laugh.
Logan stood up as he pulled you up with him “so that’s why you didn’t kiss me,” he spoke as he cocked his head.
You nodded now feeling somewhat bad until Logan wrapped his arms around your waist “if you boys will excuse us, we have some making out to catch up on.” His eyes flickered with mischief as the boys groaned.
Garrett shook his head “turn that up so we drown them out.” He grumbled, tapping Tucker’s shoulder as he pointed to the tv while Logan led you upstairs.
𝟓 “𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞?”
You were sat in the kitchen as Tucker cooked dinner for the group.
Logan was propped up on the counter as Garrett sat next to you “oh my god babe you wanna know what I saw?” You asked as Logan nodded.
He snatched a freshly cut carrot from Tucker’s chopping board, making the younger boy swat his hand away “Dean is on hinge!” Your announcement made all three boys freeze.
While Tucker and Garrett looked at each other, a little confused why you were on that app. Logan seemed far more curious to know what kind of prompts Dean had picked “wait show.” Logan motioned to you to hand him your phone.
When you smiled both other boys laughed finally catching onto what you were doing “nah I didn’t take a picture of it because I was so shocked, I just had to press close on his profile.” You swore your boyfriend must not have heard you properly.
But Logan shook his head “you can’t tell me that you found his profile and then not show me!” The boy whined as he walked over to you.
His hands wrapped around your shoulders as he rested his head against yours “c’mon babe.” He dragged out the last letter of the last word making you grin.
Logan pressed a kiss into your hair “this is just cruel and unusu-” he cut himself off as he stood up straight.
Garrett stood up as he reached for his phone seeing that he was meant to meet Hannah for dinner “bingo.” He patted Logan’s shoulder before he left.
Logan cocked his head as he looked at you “why are you on hinge?” He turned your body towards him.
You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a laugh “I just like to see who is single.” You nodded to yourself, earning a laugh from Garrett before he left the room.
Your boyfriend cocked his head as he furrowed his eyebrows, “so is your profile like just you or?” He trailed off making you scoff “John Logan do you seriously think that I’m on a dating app to find us a throuple?”
Your words made Tucker cough as he packed up, laughing “I mean you’ve always said you wanted to try something.” Logan shrugged as he kissed your cheek.
You scoffed as you gasped, “yeah like positions in your bed, not who is gonna watch.” Tucker had opted to slowly slip out of the room as he was no longer interested in listening to this conversation.
Logan tucked your hair behind your ear “who said anything about them watching?” His smirk strengthened as your cheeks reddened.
It wasn’t often that you were speechless but in this moment you actually didn’t know what to say “should I be concerned that you actually seemed turned on by this?” You cocked your head as you pursed your lips together.
Your boyfriend laughed as he shook his head “you’re the one finding my friends on hinge.” Logan taunted as he pinched your side.
You rolled your eyes “I don’t have a damn hinge account!” You groaned making him smile.
Logan wrapped his arms around you as you stood “good,” he mumbled as he pecked your lips “for the record I like having you all to myself.”
+ 𝟏 “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝,”
The group was all in the living room as the boys played the NHL video game in the tv while Logan and you were on a beanbag “thanks.” He sent you a smile as he pulled you on top of him as you handed him a water bottle.
He pressed a kiss against your cheek making you grin “you two make me sick.” Garrett gagged seeing the two of you from the corner of his eye.
It made you laugh as you stuck your tongue out at him “oh babe?” Logan spoke up as he scrolled on his phone.
You turned back to face him “my ex texted me today.” He spoke casually, still not looking at you.
You blinked slowly as your throat constricted “your what?” Your face turned as if you had just eaten a lemon.
You hadn’t noticed that the boys paused the tv to focus on you both as you were too concerned, and kept scrolling on his phone.
“Ex.”
You stared at him like he had grown three heads “for what?” You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but in that moment, you were teetering on the edge.
Logan shrugged “she was checking in.”You felt your face go flat as there was little left in your reserve to bite your tongue.
Part of you wondered if when you went to the kitchen to get water, if you were dropped in some alternate universe “oh, that’s sweet,” you said slowly, your body tensed as you prepared your next question “did you reply?” It felt like a penny could have dropped in that moment and it would have echoed through the house.
He shrugged as he bounced his foot “yeah,” there was silence as you sat up a little.
Tucker swore he watched you crack your knuckles a little “you replied.” You couldn’t miss the scowl on your face as you rolled your eyes.
“Mhm.”
Now he looked at you, like he was trying not to smile “and what did you say?” You struggled to understand what rock Logan had hit his head with to assume that you’d be totally fine with him chatting all to his ex like it was nothing.
He leaned back running his fingers through his hair “I just said hi,” he shrugged as you finally scoffed because that was it.
Something in you snapped instantly “oh, perfect,” you said, standing up “that’s great. I love that. So glad we’re doing this.”
“Doing what?”
You grabbed your bag as you stopped to look at him“whatever this is. Whatever situation I’ve apparently been invited into.” Part of you didn’t know if you were about to commit murder or just burst into tears.
Now he was definitely smiling “you’re jealous.” He pointed out as he stood up crossing his arms in the process.
Your lips formed a sharp line “I’m not jealous.” You grumbled as it made you stop what you were doing.
Logan looked at your bag “you’re literally packing up your things.” Half the stuff that you had thrown into it was stuff that you used to just leave at the house.
Dean had to admit he didn’t think that you had so many chargers at theirs “I’m going home.” You corrected Logan as you rolled your eyes.
“With my hoodie.”
A wicked laugh escaped your lips “oh you won’t need it where you’re going,” you snapped and that finally broke him.
He laughed like actually laughed and it was enough to make you clench your teeth.
And still he laughed again “babe,” he said, still grinning, “I don’t have an ex.”
You froze as your hands landed on your hips as your bag fell to the floor “huh?” You cocked your head as you were trying to keep the words that came out of your mouth appropriate.
“I made it up.”
You stared at him for a full five seconds and the boys swore that Logan must have gone too far “you are so dead,” you went to hit his chest but instead he pulled you into his arms.
He kissed your knuckles, still laughing “karma is a bitch huh?” Logan teased you as he ran his thumb over your cheek.
Dean rolled his eyes as he rubbed his knee “you two make me sick.” He fake gagged as he shook his head.
When Logan grabbed a pillow off of the couch and threw it at the blonde.
As you laughed, you knew that you couldn’t even stay mad for long.
Because John Logan looked way too happy watching you lose your mind over him.
And you hated that you liked that part the most.
But what made it okay was that when the shoe was on the other foot, Logan loved the fact that you knew how to push his buttons.
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summary: it's time you tell garrett that you are having logan's baby.
series: part two of mom & dad
warnings: swearing, minor mentions of Phil Graham induced trauma
word count: 2.19k
authors note: hey guys! the long awaited part two of mom and dad is finally here, thanks so much for being patient with me for this update. we obviously focused on more of telling the guys in this one so obviously hannah and allie will learn next time.
previous part
Garrett had always been protective when it came to you.
Despite the fact that you were twins, the four minutes he spent on earth before you were born.
Were enough to cement his position in always keeping you safe.
When your dad went off there were only a handful of times that Garrett didn’t get between you both and that came down to the fact that he wasn’t there when it happened.
He had been your protector and also your biggest confidant. When your mom passed away it was the hardest thing for the two of you to learn how to live without the other right there next to them.
It also meant that there were a few stupid promises that had been kept since the day before you were sent to California.
Like the one where the suggestion of tacos and sundaes meant that one twin needed the other more than anything else, well them and the meal you two often had in the back of your mom’s car.
And that was exactly how you told Garrett you needed to talk to him “are you sure you don’t want me in there?” Logan asked as his hand reached for yours.
You squeezed his hand as you forced a smile onto your face “yeah baby I need to tell him alone.” You nodded as you hoped it would make Garrett be a little softer on Logan.
Because how exactly are you not meant to kill the guy that knocked your sister up?
Your eyes travelled to the hockey house, standing quiet and peaceful as if it was blissfully unaware of the news that was about to be released within it’s walls “he loves you no matter what.” Logan reminded you as he squeezed your hand.
You felt sick as you pressed your head against the headrest “maybe he just doesn’t need to know about the baby-” you proposed as you looked down at your stomach.
It made Logan laugh “and what would our plan be in like seven months?” He pointed out as he knew that there would come a point where you were clearly showing.
A harsh sigh escaped from your lips as you frowned “maybe I am just in a real big food coma.” You shrugged, bringing your hands to your head.
Logan shook his head as he smiled, “as beautiful as I think you’ll be.” He trailed off as he leaned over the centre console “I do think that your brother will more than likely figure out what is happening when we start having to make a nursey.” Logan had been planning exactly how you guys would decorate a place.
You always had assumed that if you were still together by the end of junior year, that you’d move in together so it was a logical thought during the start of apartment hunting. Because as much as you were starting to accept the concept of having a baby, you also knew that you were going to need space to house another whole human.
The weather around you was kind, ensuring that the day had perfect warm sunny weather for a day like this “lets go before I change our names and move us to Mexico.” You grumbled making Logan laugh once more “no more farm in Vermont?”
The joke made you turn to Logan with a glare as you tried your best to hold back a laugh “no but seriously we really should get in before the neighbours think that something is up.” Logan nodded as he got out of his truck.
He was quick to run around to your side, like he always did. Making sure that your door was opened by his hand and never yours “I love you baby.” Logan’s voice was soft as he kissed your lips.
You blushed at his words “you are lucky you’re cute because I love you too.” Your hand rested on your stomach as you thought about the predicament that you were now in.
And the many TikToks that you saw doomscrolling of children making a mess that you swore was meant to be the birth control that you missed out on a few weeks back.
Logan pushed the door open to the house as you held the food. Both of you were quiet as you refused to speak first.
Almost as if you were fearing that you were going to let out some unintelligible word vomit or going to be actually sick.
Garrett was sat on the couch when you opened the door to the house “hey guys.” Garrett looked as if he had struggled to get any sleep since he waited for you to come over.
Logan placed a hand on your shoulder “I’ll go elsewhere.” Logan disappeared down the hallway before Garrett's eyes narrowed.
The second the sound of a door clicking shut echoed through the house; Garrett looked between the tacos in your hands and the tears already gathering in your eyes “what's wrong?" he asked immediately.
You hated how fast he noticed, how he could read you like the back of his hand “nothing." You shook your head as you avoided his eyes not wanting to break immediately.
"That's a lie."
You dropped onto the couch beside him with a groan, placing the food on the coffee table as Garrett watched every movement carefully “you brought tacos and sundaes." Your stomach twisted as you watched Garrett contemplate reaching for some food.
"Yeah."
Garrett watched you swirl your spoon in your sundae “you only do that when something's wrong." The room fell quiet and Garrett's heart sank.
Because his mind immediately jumped to every possible worst-case scenario. Had someone hurt you? Were you sick? Had Logan done something stupid enough to finally earn a funeral?
"Did somebody die?"
His brain racked through all the possible people that could have been gone at that point.
"No."
Your eyebrows raised as you shook your head “are you hurt?" Garrett scanned your body for bruises or something that could have shown him that you were hurt.
"Did Logan cheat on you?"
Your head snapped, finally accepting that you really couldn’t leave him with the guessing game he had going on “what? No!" You gasped almost concerned that Garrett even thought that it was a possiblity.
Garrett visibly relaxed for half a second before immediately becoming worried again.
"Okay then what is it?"
You stared down at your hands.
The speech you had rehearsed in the truck suddenly disappeared from your brain.
Every single word.
Garrett waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Until finally he groaned and leaned forward "you are freaking me out right now." A nervous laugh escaped your lips.
"Sorry."
Your shoulders tensed as you huffed.
Garrett shook his head "don't apologise. Just tell me." Your eyes started to sting.
You had imagined this conversation a hundred different ways.
Some versions involved yelling.
Some involved Garrett punching Logan.
One particularly dramatic version involved you running away to become those goat farmers.
None of them had prepared you for how hard it was going to be to actually say it.
Garrett watched your bottom lip wobble.
His expression immediately softened “hey,” your eyes lifted as his hand rested on top of yours "whatever it is, we'll figure it out." The familiar words nearly broke you.
Because that was the problem.
You already knew there wasn't a way to figure it out.
Not really.
The situation was already happening.
And neither one of you could try to put a stop on it.
Your fingers twisted the fabric of your shirt together "your promise you won't be mad?” Garrett snorted into his sundae as he shook his head.
You shot him a look "I'm serious." As you remembered how the two of you used to stick your tongues out when you’d have your back and fourths as kids.
"So am I." Garrett replied as he ran his fingers through his hair "you asking that means I'm definitely gonna be mad."
A watery laugh escaped you "Garrett," you giggled as you shook your head.
He sighed before nudging your shoulder "I promise I'll still love you." That was enough because you knew that it was the truth.
Your eyes squeezed shut.
You took a deep breath.
Then another.
And another.
Before finally forcing the words out.
"Logan and I are having a baby."
Silence.
Complete and utter silence.
The entire room seemed to freeze as both of you remained quiet. You looked as if you were ready to brace for some kind of impact.
Garrett swore he was going to throw up as the words echoed in his ears “how could you-” his lecture started as quickly as it ended as you burst into tears.
Every bit of potential negative emotion in that moment washed away from him as he pulled you into his arms “we are going to smash this.” Garrett announced as he ran his fingers through your hair.
Your tears soaked his shirt “we?” Your words were muffled against his chest “I’m not letting this kid not have the coolest uncle ever.” The two of you had always spoken about living on the same street when you were older, having kids that would be the closest cousins ever.
“And besides Logan will be a good dad.”
Your brother had seen how the boy had been around the young kids at hockey camps and as much as none of the other guys wanted to admit it, Logan was always the kids favourite.
Garrett could feel how your cheeks tightened when you smiled “and you are going to be the best mom this kid could ever want.” Garrett had watched you as a kid with your baby dolls and the way you were so passionate about bringing them to his games and caring for those dolls.
It made you look up at your brother now “you really think so?” You hadn’t really thought about what you’d be like as a mother.
You had honestly been processing what it was going to be like telling everyone so you hadn’t gotten a chance to properly think about what was going to happen when your baby was out in the world.
Garrett nodded “besides, watching you at dad’s wedding is going to be like the funniest thing ever.” The way he laughed made your heart drop as you had totally forgotten about how your dad was meant to get married to Cindy.
The event was bound to have cameras and media around; as if there was one thing that Phil liked, it was being the centre of the media’s attention.
Your eyes went wide “I’m gonna be fat like a whale!” Your lower lip quivered as you threw your head back into Garrett’s chest.
The boys eyes went wide “fuck no I’m sorry.” Garrett mentally cursed himself as he cringed, rubbing your back.
Logan stuck his head out of the kitchen “I thought you two were meant to be having a good conversation?” The boy felt like there were a bit too many tears coming from you for this to be a good thing.
Garrett sighed “you gonna love me when I’m a whale?” Your question came out muffled as your face was still against Garrett’s chest.
The boys didn’t know who the question was directed at but they weren’t going to give you a chance to ask the question a second time. Both boys were in the middle of profusely swearing up and down that the idea was so beyond preposterous.
They were going back and forth as their words were drowning out the sounds of your sobs.
Tucker and Dean walked in and immediately stopped when they saw you in tears, Garrett comforting you and Logan looking like he was going to practically combust if someone else did something wrong “should we just come back later?” Dean spoke up first as he furrowed his eyebrows at you “and why do you look like someone just hit a dog?”
That was enough to make the floodgates open all over again “dude!” Garrett groaned, pulling you back into another hug as he rubbed your back.
The blonde took a step back as he cocked his head “did you do something?” His attention focused on Logan who scratched the back of his neck “god no!”
It made you look at him with a glare “well how else did we end up with a baby in my belly?” You grumbled, deciding that all of your few found sensitivities were Logan’s fault.
Tucker dropped his groceries on the floor much like how that news slipped out of your lips “you’re pregnant?” Tucker and Dean looked back at each other trying to make sure that thery had both heard it right.
You nodded as the boys smiled, practically charging over the couch to hug you “we’re going to be uncles!”
Garrett couldn’t help it when he looked confused “you know I’m the only one in this room thats not one of the parents that’s actually related to the kid right?”
His words made Dean glare at him “don’t you dare take this away from me, Graham.”
summary: justin decides that after weeks of flirting with you, he is ready to up the anti in the only way he knew how, with a song.
request: yes/no
warnings: sexual themes, p in v, swearing, drinking.
word count: 2.5k
authors note: this was very different to anything that I have written before but I must admit that I enjoyed playing around with the different aspects of it.
The first time you met Justin, he had called you trouble.
You'd been fresh off a three-goal win for the Briar women's soccer team, still wearing your practice hoodie as you wandered into Malone's with half the squad behind you. The place was already buzzing, students packed, waiting for the band setting up on the stage.
Justin was crouched beside an amp, tightening cables when one of your teammates accidentally bumped into his guitar case "sorry!" she called out as she backed away.
Justin looked up with an easy smile “no damage done." He shook his head as his eyes landed on you.
You had been looking at him first.
His muscle tee that had practically been made for his arms.
You didn’t know if you were meant to be jealous of the shirt or of the fact that he was clearly one of gods favourites.
Cute.
Very cute.
Justin licked his lips "you gonna keep staring?" he asked with a grin, "or help me pick this thing up?"
Your lips curved as you crossed your arms “what if I was just waiting for a show?” You shrugged as he laughed.
"Oh, you're one of those."
You furrowed your eyebrows “one of what?" Your teammates stood behind you enjoying watching the interaction unfold.
Justin put his guitar down "the girls who flirt before introducing themselves." He stood towering over you.
You held out your hand anyway and introduced yourself as he took it "Justin." You internally repeated his name letting it linger on your tongue.
The look he gave you made you smirk "you always this cocky, Justin?" You asked as you ran your tongue over your teeth.
Justin shook his head “only when pretty girls keep looking at me." You squeezed his hand once before letting go.
Your cheeks turned pink "confidence. I like it." As you walked back to the team who had found a booth, he called after you.
He fiddled with his guitar pick "what's your team?" You glanced back over your shoulder.
"Soccer."
He smirked as he looked you up and down “explains the ego." You laughed as you flipped him off earning a chuckle from him too.
From that night onward, flirting became your thing.
You'd arrive at Malone's every Friday and Justin would already be there, tuning his guitar.
Sometimes he'd save your usual table without saying a word.
Sometimes on the colder nights you’d steal his hoodie while he was distracted talking to the drummer.
Once you hid his guitar picks.
Another time he convinced the bartender to replace your usual drink with sparkling water just to watch your offended expression.
By the time you noticed it, Justin was already grinning as he watched you “you are the worst." You shook your head as he grinned.
Justin let his hands rest on his hips “you still came over." He shot back as you rolled your eyes “to yell at you."
He waved you off “whatever helps you sleep." You stuck your tongue out at him before you made your way back to the booth.
Everyone noticed.
Your teammates.
His bandmates.
Dean even had it as a new thing to tease you about during your Wednesday morning lecture.
One Friday, after Justin had spent nearly an entire set looking in your direction between songs.
Allie leaned over the counter as you came up for another drink "you know he likes you.” She brushed your elbow with hers.
You brought the straw to your lips "I know." You nodded as the girl scoffed.
"So why are you still flirting like neither of you knows?"
You shrugged, "it's fun,” she placed her hands on her hips as she shook her head.
She smiled knowingly, “you're scared,” she pointed her finger at you.
"I am not."
Justin caught your eye halfway through a song.
Without thinking, you smiled.
He smiled right back.
Allie couldn’t help it when she laughed “so what is holding you back from the boy that likes ya?”You looked away first as the question made you sigh.
Because truthfully, you didn’t have an answer to her question.
It wasn't just at Malone's anymore.
Justin started showing up to your games.
At first, you assumed it was a coincidence.
Until after one particularly muddy win, you spotted him leaning against the fence with two coffees, "you stalking me?" You asked as you waved goodbye to your teammates that were going to head back the other way.
He handed a coffee over as he shook his head "I prefer supportive." Justin corrected you.
It made you laugh "do you know the rules?” You didn’t mean it to be mean, but you had so many different conversations with Justin.
And he seemed to know enough to have found out that there are 11 players on a team on the pitch "I know enough." He nodded, clearly backing himself.
"Oh yeah?"
Justin thought back to some of his personal favourite highlights from the show “you yell at referees." You laughed, remembering how you mouthed off at the ref.
"They deserve it."
The image of how you scored lingered in his mind "you celebrated like you've won the World Cup." You shook your head ready to correct him.
"We're passionate."
Justin laughed as he looked at how your white socks were still stained by the muddy water “you shoved your teammate into a puddle." A giggle erupted from your stomach.
"She deserved that too."
Justin sipped at his coffee "I like watching you." The comment came out innocently.
Your eyebrows raised as you coked your head “you’ve been watching me?” You tried to mask your surprise.
Yet failed miserably when he nodded, “how many games?" You stepped closer to him as he avoided your gaze.
"Enough."
The boy mumbled as he looked up at the sky "Justin,” you placed your hand on his arm as his head snapped down making his eyes lock onto yours.
"Five."
You stared as your jaw dropped, “you've come to five games?" His ears turned pink as you laughed.
"They're fun."
You pointed your finger at him “you've sat through five full games of women's soccer-" he cut you off "twice it went into overtime."
You shook your head, “why didn’t you do her mention it to me?” He shrugged as he looked at the torn up pitch.
He didn’t expect to care you as deeply as he did as quickly as he did "I liked seeing you where you're happiest." For the first time in a long while, you didn't have a teasing response.
Because somehow, that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to you.
After that day you hadn’t seen Justin for a while.
But that wasn’t to say that he wasn’t consuming most of your thoughts.
Like clockwork, it was Friday and you were back in Malones watching Justin’s set.
Except this time he had offered a song up to his favourite athlete.
He hadn’t even mentioned you by name.
Not that it mattered, because everyone knew it was you.
Even if they didn’t say it, their eyes still lingered on you throughout the song.
By the time the band finished nearly an hour later, most of the crowd had started filtering outside.
You waited near the bar, pretending to scroll through your phone.
Justin appeared beside you a few minutes later, guitar case slung over one shoulder “so I’m guessing you’re into me?" You teased him as you laughed.
The boy had dedicated his cover of ‘Into You’ to you “glad you were able to get the hint.” He shot back as he placed his hands on the table.
You nodded as you crossed your arms “I think everyone got that hint.” Your words made his cheeks turn red.
He had to admit that he hadn’t thought out the possibility that you would have disliked it “you really hated it?" He frowned before he trailed off “was it the attention?"
You nodded as you sucked at your teeth “a little." You tucked your hair behind your ear “I like that your attention was on me.” Your words were honest as you put your hands into your pockets.
His expression softened, “it was always you." The words hung between you.
Neither of you joked.
Neither of you looked away.
And in that moment, you didn’t know if it was tonight that tipped you over the edge. But you knew that you wanted all of Justin in that moment and you weren’t going to wait any longer.
If the game the two of you played was one of cat and mouse, you knew you needed to pounce now.
You finally pulled him in close and you kissed him. It was aggressive, as if all the time flirting with him had built up to this.
You let out a whimper when he bit your lower lip. He pulled away letting his forehead rest on yours “come back to mine?” You asked as he cleared his throat.
“Lead the way pretty girl.”
Luckily, the walk was short back to your dorm hall.
If the walk was any longer than the five minutes that it was, you genuinely swore that you might have acrtually burst on the walk.
You got to the front of your building as Justin kissed you against, letting his knee slot between your legs “fuck I need you J.” You begged feeling the tension pool in your core.
Justin smirked “glad to see hear that you’re into me too.” The joke landed as he pecked your lips as you squeezed his hand, deciding that the little bit of patience that you had left you were going to use to get yourself to your room.
As he followed you up the steps, hand still wrapped securely around yours, you realised the tension that had been building for months had finally broken.
The two of you moved quickly through the hall.
Your hand fiddled with the key as the boy nipped at your neck “if you don’t let me unlock this door we are not fucking in this hallway.” You grumbled as you made him laugh.
Justin pulled away from you as he grinned letting his hands rest on your hips “didn’t take you for an exhibitionist.” His words vibrated in your ear as you unlocked your door “but tonight I’m glad we’re in here.”
Within seconds of you two getting into your room he had you pressed up against your door “c’mere.” You murmured as you cupped his cheeks.
His fingers tugged through your hair as his tongue swiped across your lower lip. The movements were messy, you were glad that your roommate was out of town.
Justin felt a tent form in his pants making him groan “fuck you’re gonna be the death of me.” He dropped his head to the crook of your neck.
His skin felt warm as you grinned letting your hand crawl up the inside of his shirt.
Your nails pressed against his skin “I know.” It was enough to hooking his fingers under your thighs as he was desperate to have you.
The soft hue from your LED lights made your skin glow as Justin set you on your bed “as hot as you look in this, I need to get you out of it.” His fingers tugged at your shirt as you nodded in agreement.
The movements were messy as all of your clothes landed in a pile on your floor and before you knew it you were on top of the boy “shit this pussy was made for me.” Justin grunted as he drove his head into your pillow.
Your hands pressed into his chest as you drove your cunt into his cock “all yours.” You babbled in agreement letting your head drop.
Justin’s hands cupped your tits, letting his fingers roll your nipples between them “perfect perfect girl.” His voice was a low groan, the vibrations rattled through your bones.
The singer brought his hips up to meet yours causing your core to burn “you feel so good.” You cried out as you let your teeth catch on your lip.
Justin was bigger than you were used to, he was in fact huge. It was clear that he was having the time of his life as he grinned, rubbing his thumb against your clit.
The sensitive bud made your body shake “don’t stop,” you pleaded leaning back as you let your hands rest on his thighs to give him better access to fuck your cunt.
It made the boy sit up, wrapping his lips around your nipple before you had a chance to question him “jesus fuck oh-” Justin smirked against your skin as the string of expletives slipped from your lips.
Justin shook his head as he looked up at you “what would your coaches think about your dirty mouth.” He had sat through one of your many rants about how the coaches wanted you to have a ‘cleaner’ mouth when you were on the pitch.
It made you squirm as you didn’t respond.
You needed the boy in such a carnal way that he probably could have said anything and gotten away with it. So you used your energy to grab a fistful of his hair as the sounds of skin slapping bounced off your walls.
The boy let out a grunt enjoying how the two of you had this rhythm that was like clockwork. His mouth found your other nipple, his teeth grazed over the sensitive peak making your body shiver.
His calloused finger against your clit made your body squirm as your eyes began to roll back “I’m close!” You blurted it out, the words coming out the strongest that your words had since Justin started fucking you.
The boy nodded in agreement “me too, baby.” His eyes focused on yours but your body seemed to be concerned about fucking yourself on his cock.
His free hand’s fingers caught your jaw, forcing you to look back at him “go ahead pretty girl.” His voice was sickly sweet as a cry broke through your voice.
You don’t need to be told twice and it felt like a floodgate had opened between your legs. Your back arched into him as your fingers gripped at the hair on the nape of his neck. As you came hard your eyes screwed shut with white specks casting across your vision while your thighs shook.
Justin had to resort to wrapping his arm around your torso so you didn’t fall.
Your body felt dizzy as pleasure coursed through your veins and as your hips began to slow down, Justin took over.
His erratic thrusts tipped himself over the edge as your cunt clamped around his cock, your walls practically suffocating him.
You felt boneless in his hold as your chest heaved and your head rested against his shoulder “that was-” you cut yourself off with a huff.
Justin ran his fingers down your back as if he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet “perfect, it was perfect.”
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summary: one thing is for sure, briar u isn't a place that stays calm and quiet for long
series: part three of bad idea right
warnings: mentions of drinking
word count: 2.19k
authors note: I know we got no reader and beau in this but i wanted to start setting up some of the other storylines within this series and how we are going to have them play out.
previous part
You always loved the hot sunny days on campus.
As you spent them at your brother’s place soaking up the sun from the backyard.
Dean didn’t mind it as he enjoyed the freshly cut fruit you brought with you, and the rest of the boys occasionally joined you.
So today you didn’t think twice when Garrett came out. You flipped your phone over hiding the message from Beau, inevitably talking about how he wished he wasn’t heading to practice because he could have gotten you at his place in that little orange bikini “you got a sec?” Garrett asked as he sat on the fold out chair that was in front of you.
You nodded as you sat up, reaching for your water bottle “what’s up?” You cocked your head as you looked at him.
The Graham boy tugged his fingers through his hair “I think that I like Hannah.” His confession surprised you as you knew all about their fake dating scheme.
But your nerves got the best of you “I mean I’d hope so.” You let out a snort as you slapped your hand over your mouth as your eyes went wide.
Your cheeks reddened as you mentally cursed yourself “I mean- I think you are coming to ask me how to tell her?” You scratched your jaw as he nodded.
Garrett had known you since your senior year of High School after you came along to a preseason camp after you were dropped off a week early. The two of you then had a class together and somehow the newfound friendship.
It obviously helped that you were seeing him at least once a week because of hockey related events “I don’t want to look like an idiot.” His words made your heart break.
The Garrett you knew had never cared about how a girl made him look, so to have him holding himself back was a lot “for the right girl you’re never gonna look like an idiot.” You shook your head as you sighed.
It made the boy smile “how’d you do it with your mystery man?” Garrett had been teasing you about it ever since he started realising that you had a cycle of bouquets in your room.
And when you blushed at a question it became Garretts new favourite joke as he continued to tease you about it “well I made a move when I was drunk so that’s not really a good rule of thumb.” You laughed thinking back to that day.
You really didn’t know what you would have done, because changing your name and moving to Mexico wasn’t an option “but I think that love is meant to be complex and sometimes a little scary.” You shrugged as you fiddled with your bracelet.
Garrett couldn’t help but smile “when did your lover boy get you all sweet?” His words made your nose scrunch in disgust.
You gagged “my boyfriend did not make me some love sick puppy you ass!” You whined as you shook your head.
It made the boy laugh as he threw his head back “and when do we get to meet him?” The boys had met every guy just about that you had dated, you almost felt that Garrett was just as intimidating as your brother.
So it was suffice to say that you preferred holding them all off for as long as they could handle.
You shook your head “I think the answer would actually surprise you.” You smiled as you remembered back to how Beau and Garrett sat behind you and Hannah in one of your classes this year.
Part of you was looking forward to when the boys formally found out about who your boyfriend was. Because you knew you’d be able to laugh once the boys were doing plotting the ways to kill Beau.
Dean walked out as he grinned “you still mooching off our WiFi?” He teased as he ruffled his fingers through your hair making you groan as you reached up to hit him.
The blonde laughed sat down next to you “I have been mooching off your backyard space.” You corrected him as Garrett watched the interaction between the two of you.
Sometimes he had to admit that you two made him envious that you had siblings, and other times you were the very reason why he was glad he didn’t have siblings “what’s going on out here?” Dean asked as he pointed between the two of you.
Garretts eyes went wide “we were-” “just talking about tonight!” You cut the boy off not trusting what he’d say to your brother.
Both boys cocked their heads wondering what you were talking about.
Your cheeks turned a warm shade of red “it’s drunken Shakespeare.” You began as Dean cut you off with a laugh.
The blonde shook his head “we are not going to that.” He announced as Garrett hit the back of his head “c’mon I’m sure it’d be fun.” Garrett nodded in agreement.
The captain ran his fingers through his hair “and I’m sure Beau would be down for it.” The mention of your boyfriend was purely because he was your brothers favourite drinking buddy.
But Garrett didn’t miss how your lips formed a smile when you thought about the football player. Of course he wasn’t going to ask about it with Dean stood feet away from him.
Sure Garrett enjoyed pushing your buttons but if he wasn’t right that Beau was your mystery man, he wasn’t going to announce it to Dean. Especially when your brother would personally see to your death if he found out about the boy in your bed.
Dean remained oblivious to the silent conversation “fine if Beau goes.” Dean let out a sigh “I will come too.”
What Dean didn’t know was that Beau was coming along after Allie decided that his attendance was the price of her being the captain of your unfortunately named Di Well ship.
You nodded as you looked at your watch “shoot I gotta go before Allie kills me.” Since her break up with Sean, you and Hannah had fallen into the position of being her cheerleaders.
Which also meant that you had eaten your body weight in hot Cheetos, not that you cared that much anyways.
Dean sighed as you patted the top of his head “bye boys I better be seeing you two tonight!” You cheered as you kissed your hand to the air as you grinned before they waved you off, watching you head back inside.
By the time you got back to your room it felt like a tornado had gone through the apartment “you have to come tonight!” Allie pleaded as you dropped your bag on the floor as you let the door shut behind you.
Hannah’s room appeared to be mainly Allie’s clothing tossed around the floor “I have just had a really stressful day and just want to watch a movie.” You leaned against her doorframe as the drama student scoffed.
Her eyes brightened when she saw you “tell her that you both have to come tonight!” She pleaded with you as she clenched her fists.
Hannah wanted to argue but you shook your head “we are best friends.” You announced as you stepped into her room “and that means we are gonna be sat in the front row where we will be once we’ve drank our feelings away.” You motioned to the new bottle of vodka that you had bought for your pregame.
Allie nodded in agreement “c’mon you guys have eaten through my feelings so now is the time that we gotta drink through them too.” She smiled as Hannah collapsed onto her bed with a huff.
You cracked a grin as you made eye contact with her “the boys will be there.” You knew over the last few days that Hannah had been mentioning Garrett more but you didn’t want to seem like you were meddling.
Especially after Beau warned you that it could end up thrown back in your face if you pushed for her to date Garrett if she ended up with Justin.
You stepped into her room “and besides who is gonna sit and laugh with me when we have to remind this one of her lines.” Allie responded with throwing a pillow at you as you grinned.
It made Hannah laugh as she nodded “we are like your best line buddies like ever.” She looked at Allie as you joined her on her bed.
Allie groaned as she looked between the two of you “you two sit here while I go make us some margaritas!” She clasped her hands together as she realised that she now had the perfect excuse to come along to make her favourite drink.
Hannah turned her attention to you when Allie walked out to the bedroom “you really think Justin is gonna be there?” Hannah cocked her head as you nodded.
Your fingers ran through your hair “Beau got him to help with the whole fruit snatching thing they’ve got going on with Tucker.” You had been the one to eat the kiwi and of course your brother eating his banana was the reason why Tucker was now on an orange.
It was also the reason why you had somehow been instructed to bring a coconut with you tonight.
Hannah let out a laugh “and Garrett?” You had to mask the fact that you were mentally cheering at the thought of Hannah thinking about him “he is coming because the boys are all coming.”
Allies voice cut through the walls “I’m hearing a lot of talking and not about what you are wearing tonight!” Her complaint made you giggle “I thought I looked cute!” You shot back in a teasing tone.
The brunette walked back with a lime in one hand and a knife in the other “you could wear a bin bag and still look cute.” She announced as she ran her tongue over her teeth.
Her eyes landed on this red top she had been trying to convince you to wear for months. Allie was convinced that it was actually made for your body “but I would be able to remember my lines a lot better if this was in the crowd.”
Her smirk was almost dangerous “don’t make me pull the sad card because you know I will.” You pinched the bridge of your nose as you looked at Hannah.
Somehow this was turning into a thing between all three of you “you gonna wear those boots then?” You had these knee high boots that you had been trying to get onto Hannah for weeks.
Hannah got up as she nodded “now are we gonna play a little music or just stand here in silence?” Her playlist was always hooked up on her laptop as she pressed play.
The sounds of the mixed playlist that all of you had created deciding that the perfect tunes list for your apartment had to come from all three of you.
As Madonna echoed against the walls of the apartment, the three of you were almost done getting ready for the night “you know you’re gonna smash it tonight.” You placed your hands on Allies shoulders as you gave them a squeeze.
The comforting gesture made her smile as she nodded “you too Han.” You grinned as the girl scoffed “she’s the one getting on stage tonight.”
Allie put down her blush brush as she pointed at Hannah “we are all gonna have the night of our lives.” She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively to the two of you.
You shook your head “oh please you have two boys fighting for your attention.” Allie began by talking to Hannah before she turned her attention to you “and you have a boyfriend who just about worships the ground you walk on.”
She finished by looking back in the mirror “and I am about to complete my first show with no Sean proving that he was wrong about me!” You raised your glass to that one as you pulled both girls into a hug.
They were quick to return the gesture “we gonna do a girls night before thanksgiving?” The words slipped from your lips as you looked to your calendar seeing that the break was merely three weeks away.
It earned an immediate nod from the girls “you think you can keep your boy away from ya for that long?” Allie teased as your cheeks turned red.
You playfully rolled your eyes “I’ll tell him Dean is here and he won’t say nothing.” You joked back not noticing how Allie tensed at the mention of your brother.
So the real question was, how long was it going to be until Hannah found out that you had a favourite between the two guys she liked? You found out that Allie and Dean were starting to find a connection of their own that didn’t involve you? And Dean finding out that Beau and you were dating?
Despite the fact that the apartment felt so strong, it seemed like it could only last so long with all of this bubbling beneath the surface.
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