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I Know - Beau Maxwell x Reader

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Trigger Warnings: Depression.

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can't ignore the fact, baby

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in which you realize that you and beau maxwell have never been just friends

PAIRINGS: beau maxwell x fem!reader, dean heyward-di laurentis x bestfriend!reader (platonic)

WARNINGS: avoidance of feelings, oblivious reader, golden retriever beau (little bit of i-can-pay-for-it mentality), smug dean (isn't he always), dramatic confession, dean being a beauxreader truther!!

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

🎶 : 3:15 - bazzi

AN: 🩵💗♥️ - oh beau. this is based off of a 'what i would wear in off campus' thing i did on tiktok. this is my baby, i love it so dearly. please enjoy!!

At the age of eight, Beau Maxwell was the bane of your existence. He was loud, obnoxious, and distracting to a fault. He walked into a room and people actually cheered. It also didn’t help that his smile could actually brighten anyone’s day.

At the age of twenty one, Beau Maxwell was your best friend slash secret conscience-eating crush.

You quickly grew fond of all the things you’d originally found him annoying for. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you had become best friends, all you knew was that his friendship was something you couldn't lose.

Even if you had a horrible, almost disgusting, crush on him. You had to push it way down, down so far that even you sometimes forgot about it.

You’d been in the middle of staring blankly at your computer screen, thinking about all of this, when a medium vanilla latte with oat milk and cold foam popped up in front of your face.

The person holding it? Beau Maxwell.

junezsq

things we shouldn’t say

beau maxwell x fem!reader

summary: beau keeps shutting you out to the point you start doubting if he even trusted you in the first place

established relationship

warnings: hurt/comfort & angstyyyyy, beau says some hurtful things whoops!

word count: 5.3k

a/n: based on this request! i hope you like it<3 first off campus angst fic kinda nervous

beau maxwell masterlist off campus masterlist

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if someone had asked you six months ago what the strongest part of your relationship was, you would’ve answered without thinking: communication. it had always come so naturally between the two of you, because you and beau talked about everything.

the funny conversations happened just as often as the serious ones. one minute you’d be arguing over whether cereal counted as soup, the next he’d be quietly admitting that he still called his mom after every bad game because hearing her voice somehow made everything feel manageable again.

there had never been any pretending, no guessing games, no wondering whether the other person was upset. if something was wrong, one of you said so, and if something was exciting, the other person heard about it almost immediately.

somehow, somewhere between football games, late-night study sessions and too many evenings spent crammed into booths at malone’s with the rest of the group, talking had become the easiest thing in the world.

you’d started taking it for granted. which, in hindsight was probably why neither of you noticed when it slowly stopped happening.

it didn’t happen all at once. there wasn’t one conversation you could point to and say, “that’s when everything changed.”

instead, it happened quietly. so quietly that if someone had asked whether anything was wrong, you would’ve smiled without hesitation and told them no.

because, nothing was wrong. not really. life had simply become busy. football season always demanded more of beau than anything else, you’d known that long before you started dating him.

practice stretched later into the evenings, team meetings appeared out of nowhere, film sessions somehow lasted twice as long as anyone expected, there were interviews, captain meetings, and freshmen who seemed convinced beau possessed the answer to every problem they encountered.

he never complained about any of it. if anything, he seemed to carry it all with an almost frustrating amount of patience.

you’d watched him spend nearly an hour after practice helping one of the younger players work through something the coaches had already explained three separate times.

he never once looked annoyed.

another afternoon, you’d found him sitting outside the locker room with one of the freshmen who’d failed an exam, talking him through how to tell his parents before offering to help him find a tutor.

that was beau. he had an irritating habit of making room for everyone else’s problems, even when there wasn’t much room left for his own.

at first, nothing between the two of you changed. he still texted you good morning, still kissed your forehead whenever he saw you, still reached for your hand whenever you walked across campus together, your fingers finding his almost instinctively before either of you seemed to notice.

the affection stayed exactly the same, but it was everything around it that shifted.

the conversations grew shorter. instead of sitting together for hours after class, you caught each other between lectures, and instead of spending entire evenings together, you’d steal half an hour before one of you inevitably had somewhere else to be.

you adjusted; that was what couples did. life got busy, and people adapted. there was nothing unusual about that.

one evening, nearly three weeks into the semester, you waited outside the football building after one of beau’s practices.

the sun had already begun disappearing behind the campus buildings, painting long shadows across the pavement while groups of players drifted out through the doors in twos and threes.

eventually, beau appeared and the moment he saw you, his face softened. it happened every single time. you’d never told him you’d noticed. his smile was lighter, as though seeing you allowed something inside him to loosen.

“hey,” he stepped close enough to kiss your forehead before slipping one hand naturally around your waist, “how long have you been waiting?”

“five minutes.”

“why didn’t your text?”

“i wanted to surprise you.”

he smiled, “mission accomplished.”

you looked up at him properly then. there were faint shadows beneath his eyes, and his hair was still damp from showering after practice. he looked tired. you brushed your thumb lightly against the back of his hand, “everything okay?”

“yeah,” his answer came immediately. too immediately. you tilted your head slightly, “you sure?”

he nodded once, “just a long practice.”

you studied him for another second, but he smiled again, even though it smaller this time, “i promise.”

and because it was beau, because he’d never given you much reason to doubt him before, you believed him.

except, the same conversation happened again two days later, and then again the following week. the words “i’m fine” had began to lose their meaning.

you knew him; beau wasn’t the type to invent problems that didn’t exist, but he also wasn’t particularly good at admitting when something did.

he’d always been the person everyone leaned on. so, you started wondering whether he’d forgotten he didn’t have to be that person with you.

the first time you asked again after he’d already said he was fine he laughed. you’d been sitting together in his apartment, textbooks scattered across the coffee table while a football game played quietly in the background.

he’d read the same page of film notes three times without turning it. you’d noticed, while he hadn’t.

“babe?” he looked up and you smiled gently, “your mind’s somewhere else.”

he rubbed absentmindedly at the back of his neck, “just thinking.”

“about?”

“football.”

you waited, but he didn’t continue. after another moment, you reached across the couch, threading your fingers through his, “want to talk about it?”

his thumb brushed lightly across your knuckles, “i’m okay.”

“beau,” you held his gaze.

“i’m okay.”

same words, same gentle smile, and the same reassuring tone. it should’ve comforted you. instead, something inside your chest tightened.

it wasn’t enough to make you angry, but it did make you worry, because every instinct you had told you something wasn’t right. and every time you reached for him he smiled, kissed your forehead, told you he loved you, and then quietly closed the door again before you could step through it.

one friday evening, you found him outside the athletic centre after another late practice. he looked exhausted; more exhausted than you’d ever seen him.

you didn’t say anything at first. you simply walked over, slipped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek against his chest.

his embrace came immediately, almost automatic. his chin rested lightly against the top of your head as he let out a slow breath you weren’t entirely sure he’d realised he was holding.

for a moment neither of you spoke as cars rolled quietly past the end of the street and students crossed campus carrying backpacks and takeaway coffees. the autumn air had started turning colder, carrying the faint scent of rain.

you listened to his heartbeat beneath your ear. “rough day?” you asked eventually.

his arms tightened just a fraction, “little bit.”

“want to tell me about it?” you smiled sadly even though he couldn’t see.

the silence that followed was long enough that you already knew the answer before he spoke, “i’m alright.”

your eyes closed. he wasn’t, you knew he wasn’t, and he knew you knew. still neither of you said anything else. after another moment, you simply nodded against his chest, “okay.”

“thank you,” he kissed the top of your head.

you frowned slightly, “for what?”

“not worrying.”

the words caught you off guard. you pulled back just enough to look at him; his smile was tired, but completely sincere. he genuinely believed he’d done something kind.

your own smile came a second later, though it was smaller than usual, “always.”

you reached for his hand as the two of you started walking toward your apartment. he intertwined your fingers with yours immediately. the gesture felt exactly the same as it always had. and yet, for the first time since you’d started dating him, you couldn’t shake the quiet feeling that you were walking beside the person you loved while drifting a little farther away with every step.

eventually you stopped asking. it wasn’t as though you woke up one morning and decided that if beau wanted to keep everything to himself, then you’d stop trying. it happened much more quietly than that; the questions simply faded.

instead of asking how practice had gone, you’d ask whether he wanted to grab dinner after class. instead of wondering whether something was bothering him, you’d ask if he’d remembered to eat lunch.

they felt like safer questions. questions that didn’t end with the same two words every single time.

“i’m fine.”

because somewhere along the way, you’d started realizing those words didn’t make you feel any better anymore.

it took him longer than it probably should have, but beau noticed eventually. he noticed because one afternoon, after practice had run nearly an hour late, he climbed into his truck expecting to see the message that had become almost routine; “how’d it go?”

but it wasn’t there. instead, your last text sat near the top of the conversation from earlier that morning.

y/n❤️: good luck today<3

he smiled despite himself, and typed a quick text.

beau: practice finally finished.

you answered almost immediately.

y/n❤️: glad you’re done

that was it, no follow-up, no “how are you?” no “everything okay?” he stared at the screen for another second before starting the engine. maybe, you were just busy.

you were busy .. mostly. midterms had arrived all at once, somehow convincing every professor on campus that the same week was the perfect time to assign presentations, essays and group projects. your planner had become little more than a collection of crossed-out deadlines and scribbled reminders.

it was exhausting, but if you were being honest, you’d been busy before. the difference now was that, somewhere between classes and assignments, you’d stopped spending so much energy trying to figure out how to reach someone who clearly didn’t want to be reached.

“you’ve been quiet.”

you looked up from your notebook. hannah was watching you from across the library table, her highlighter resting forgotten between her fingers.

“have i?”

“a little.”

you smiled, “just tired.”

she didn’t look convinced, “everything okay with beau?”

the question caught you off guard, you hadn’t realized anyone else had noticed. you hesitated for barely a second, then smiled again, “yeah.”

hannah continued watching you, “just busy?”

“football,” you shrugged lightly, “school, and life.”

“that time of year,” she nodded slowly.

“exactly,” it wasn’t entirely a lie, and that was probably the worst part.

the following friday, the whole group ended up at malone’s. beau arrived nearly twenty minutes late, and he apologized before he’d even sat down. he dropped into the seat beside you, immediately reaching beneath the table for your hand, “coach kept us.”

you smiled, “figured.”

his fingers intertwined with yours automatically, and you squeezed them once before returning your attention to whatever ridiculous story dean had somehow turned into a dramatic reenactment.

across the table, logan watched the two of you quietly. he’d always been observant, not in an intrusive way; he simply noticed things.

halfway through dinner, beau’s phone buzzed. he glanced down and frowned slightly, “i’ve gotta take this.”

“coach?” dean asked.

beau nodded once, “be right back.”he stood, leaning down almost absentmindedly to kiss the side of your head before disappearing toward the front entrance.

you watched him leave for barely a second before turning back to the conversation. nobody else seemed to think anything of it, except logan. he looked between you and the empty chair beside you. then quietly asked, “everything alright?”

“yeah,” your smile came automatically.

he studied you for another moment before he nodded. he didn’t ask again.

beau returned nearly fifteen minutes later. his food had gone cold and he apologized again. you told him it didn’t matter.

he couldn’t control when his coach called, he couldn’t control practice running late, he couldn’t control half the things currently demanding his attention, and you knew that. so, you smiled and asked him whether he wanted your fries. he laughed when dean accused him of getting preferential treatment.

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the first time you almost told him how you were feeling happened completely by accident.

you’d been lying together on his bed. his arm rested around your shoulders while some movie neither of you were actually paying attention to played quietly in the background.

he looked exhausted and his eyes kept drifting shut every few minutes before opening again almost immediately.

without thinking, you reached up and brushed your fingers lightly through his hair and he hummed softly at your touch. the sound made something inside your chest ache, “beau?”

“mm?”

“can i ask you something?”

he opened his eyes, “always.”

you looked at him, really looked at him. the dark circles beneath his eyes, the tension that never quite left his shoulders anymore, the way he smiled at you even when he looked completely drained.

the words sat right there. “i miss you.”“why won’t you let me in?”“please stop pretending”

instead, you smiled, “never mind.”

his eyebrows pulled together slightly, “you sure?”

“yeah.”

“okay,” he kissed your forehead.

that night, after you’d gone home, beau lay awake for almost an hour. he couldn’t explain why. something about the way you’d looked at him before saying “never mind” stayed with him. it reminded him of himself; like there had been words behind your eyes that you’d quietly decided to keep instead.

he frowned into the darkness and for a brief moment he considered calling you. then he looked at the clock; it was past midnight and you had an early class the next morning.

he smiled to himself, and rolled over as he closed his eyes, convincing himself that letting you sleep was the kinder thing to do.

sometime later that week the two of you had planned to have dinner together that evening. you’d spent most of the day in the library, and beau had spent his at practice, so you decided on nothing fancy. just takeout at his place before you both returned to whatever work still waited for you afterwards.

you’d been looking forward to it more than you cared to admit, because uninterrupted time with beau had quietly become something you found yourself counting down towards.

the past few weeks had left the two of you passing each other more than actually being together.

you arrived at beau’s just before seven. he’d given you a spare key months ago. the first time you’d used it, you’d stood outside the door for nearly five minutes convincing yourself he actually meant it when he’d said to let yourself in whenever you wanted.

now, it felt as natural as knocking once before stepping inside, “beau?”

your voice carried easily through the empty frat house. you frowned when no one answered. his football bag sat beside the front door exactly where he’d dropped it after practice, with his shoes lay haphazardly beside it.

you wandered farther inside. the television glowed quietly in the living room, football film paused halfway through a play you’d seen him watch at least twice already.

the kitchen lights were on, but still no beau.

“in here!” his voice finally came from his bedroom.

you followed it, and once you opened the door you found him on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees while one hand rubbed slowly across the back of his neck.

his duffel bag lay open beside him, clothes still half unpacked from practice. he looked up when you appeared in the doorway and the second he saw you he smiled, the tiredness around his eyes softening immediately, “hey.”

you smiled back just as easily, “hey.”

he stood, closing the distance between you before wrapping both arms around your waist. the hug came automatically, the way it always did, and you melted into it without thinking.

he pressed a kiss against your temple, and another against your hair, “missed you.”

the words settled warmly somewhere beneath your ribs, “missed you too.”

you ordered food and laughed over something one of his teammates had done during practice that afternoon while you sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch, eating directly from the containers because neither of you could be bothered finding plates.

beau rested one arm along the back of the couch behind you. every now and then you could feel his fingers absentmindedly brushing your shoulder.

the conversation wandered comfortably between classes, football and whatever outrageous thing dean had told him that morning.

you found yourself relaxing, because maybe you’d been wrong, maybe things really had just been busy, maybe—

beau’s phone rang and he sighed quietly before even looking at the screen. your eyes followed the movement automatically. coach.

“i’m sorry,” he was already standing, “i’ve just gotta—”

“it’s okay,” the words left your mouth before he’d even finished speaking as you gave him a reassuring smile, “take it.”

he hesitated for a second before answering, “hey, coach.” he disappeared toward his bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him.

you looked back down at your dinner which had suddenly become significantly less interesting. through the wall you could hear beau’s voice. it too muffled to make out words, but just enough to know the conversation wasn’t ending anytime soon.

after ten minutes you put the container down.

fifteen.

twenty.

the apartment remained quiet except for the occasional murmur from the bedroom.

you looked toward the closed door, then at the television, then back again and a familiar thought drifted quietly through your mind. “it’s okay.” you’d said those words a lot lately.

almost half an hour later, the bedroom door finally opened and beau stepped back into the living room, “sorry.”he looked genuinely apologetic while his phone still rested loosely in one hand, “coach needed to go over something.”

you nodded without saying anything, causing him to frown slightly, “you alright?”

you looked up, “yeah.”

he continued watching you. normally, you would’ve teased him by now. complained dramatically about being abandoned with cold takeout, or made him promise to buy dessert as compensation. instead, you simply smiled, “it’s fine.”

beau’s stomach tightened. because, he wasn’t entirely sure you meant it.

he sat back down beside you, closer this time; close enough that your knees brushed, “you sure?”

you looked at him for a long moment before nodding, “mhm.”

another silence followed as he rubbed a hand slowly across the back of his neck, “you don’t seem fine.”

a laugh almost escaped your lips. not because anything was funny, but because of course he’d noticed now, after you’d finally stopped asking him the same question. “i’m okay,” the words sounded strangely familiar.

beau blinked, “don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“tell me you’re okay when you’re not.”

“wow,” something inside you shifted and you looked at him for another second before speaking, “that’s interesting.”

“what is?” confusion flickered across his face.

you lowered your gaze to your hands. your voice remained soft as you spoke, “because i’ve been asking you that question for weeks.”

beau stared at you, “what?”

you looked back up, there wasn’t any anger in your expression, but you looked tired, “i’ve asked if you’re okay, if you’re sleeping, if something’s wrong.” every sentence came quietly, “you always tell me you’re fine.”

“i am—”

you smiled sadly, “see?”

the single word stopped him as he looked at you. the smile you’d been wearing all evening hadn’t disappeared. but, he suddenly realised it hadn’t reached your eyes once.

“i’ve spent weeks trying to help you,” your fingers twisted lightly together in your lap, “i kept thinking maybe if i asked differently…”you laughed once, “maybe you’d finally let me in.”

beau felt something sink heavily in his chest, “baby.”

“i stopped asking,” your voice cracked for the first time, just slightly, “because it started feeling like i was bothering you.”

“no,” the answer came immediately and he reached for your hand. you let him take it, but you didn’t squeeze back, “i never thought that.”

“i know.”

“you do?”

“i know you didn’t mean to,” you paused, “i just don’t understand why everyone else gets to help you except me.”

beau frowned, “what do you mean?”

“i’ve seen teammates stay behind after practice, you talk football with dean for hours, and even logan knows when something’s bothering you.” you looked at him, “so why won’t you talk to me?”

he froze. he’d never thought about it like that. he hadn’t been shutting you out, had he? he’d been protecting you, “i didn’t want you worrying.”

you closed your eyes briefly and when you opened them again, they looked impossibly sad, “i never asked you to protect me from loving you.”

the words hung between you as neither of you moved. outside, rain tapped softly against the windows, but inside everything felt frighteningly still.

beau ran both hands through his hair, his thoughts refused to settle, “i’ve just…”he stood suddenly and started pacing, “i’ve got so much going on right now that i didn’t want to dump on you, and i thought i was helping.”

“i know”

he stopped walking and looked at you, “then why are we fighting?”

you looked down at your hands, “i don’t know how to keep loving someone who won’t let me stand beside them.”

silence.

beau’s chest tightened. he opened his mouth — and, exhausted, overwhelmed, terrified, the wrong words came out, “can i just have one thing that isn’t difficult right now?”

the room went completely still and the second he heard himself say it, he wished he could take it back. his stomach turned as he watched your face carefully, hoping you’d immediately tell him you knew he hadn’t meant it.

instead, you just looked at him and when you finally spoke, your voice was frighteningly calm as you stood up in front of him, “that’s what i am?”

he frowned immediately, and his answer came so quickly he almost stumbled over itself, “no, baby, that’s not—”

“don’t,” you simply lifted one hand between the two of you to stop him.

“i didn’t mean you.”

a humorless chuckle escaped before you could stop it. you stared at each other for a moment, and eventually you looked away first. toward the cold takeout still sitting untouched on the coffee table, the television neither of you had switched off, and toward absolutely anything except him, “do you know how many times i’ve told you ‘it’s okay’ this month?”

beau blinked, “what?”

“practice runs late,” you counted quietly on your fingers, “‘it’s okay,’ coach calls during dinner, ‘it’s okay,’ you cancel because you’ve got film, ‘it’s okay.’” your voice cracked, “you stop talking to me, ‘it’s okay.’”

beau’s heart sank at the sound of your voice.

“i kept saying it,” you looked back at him, because i thought eventually you’d trust me enough to stop making me say it.”

he couldn’t think of anything to say, because every single example was true, “i wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“i know.”

“i thought—”

“k know what you thought, beau,” for the first time your voice rose, “i know.”tears filled your eyes so quickly you almost looked surprised by them, “that’s why i’ve been trying so hard not to be angry.”

you laughed again; another broken sound, “i kept telling myself ‘he means well,’ ‘he’s stressed,’ ‘he loves me.’”every sentence became harder to finish, “i kept making excuses for you because i knew you weren’t doing it on purpose.”

another tear escaped, and you wiped it away impatiently, “do you know what that feels like?”

beau couldn’t answer.

“it feels like standing outside someone’s front door every single day,” your hand pressed flat against your own chest. “knowing they’re inside, knowing they can hear you knocking, and still never being invited in.”

the words hit him so hard he physically flinched. you saw it, but you didn’t stop, “i’m your girlfriend.”your voice finally cracked completely, “i shouldn’t have to beg you to let me be there.”

“i’m sorry.”

“i don’t want you to be sorry,” the answer came immediately, “i wanted you to trust me.”

he swallowed hard, “i do trust you.”

“no,” you shook your head. “no, you trust me with the easy parts.”your breathing became uneven, “you trust me when you’re happy, when football goes well, when life feels manageable, but the second things get hard…”you looked directly at him, “you decide for me.”

“i wasn’t deciding—”

“you were,” the words came louder, “you decided i couldn’t handle it, you decided i’d worry too much, you decided i was better off not knowing.” your shoulders lifted with a shaky breath, “you made every single one of those decisions without asking me what i wanted.”

beau felt tears gathering before he’d even realised he’d started crying, “i just…” his voice failed, “i didn’t know how.” he ran both hands through his hair, pacing again because standing still suddenly felt impossible.

he laughed shakily, “i don’t know how to let people see me like that, and i thought if i kept it together…” his voice cracked, “then at least one part of my life wouldn’t fall apart.”

you stared at him, but something inside you finally broke, “don’t you get it?” the tears were falling freely now, “i want to be the place where you fell apart.”

beau froze at your words.

“i never wanted the polished version of you,” your hands shook as you wiped angrily at your face, “i want all of you. the scared parts, the angry parts, the exhausted parts. you don’t have to earn my love by pretending you’re okay.”

your breathing hitched, “but every time you looked me in the eye and said ‘i’m fine.’”another tear slipped down your cheek, “you were telling me i wasn’t the person you wanted beside you.”

“no,” the word left him almost violently. he crossed the room before he even realised he’d moved.

you instinctively stepped backwards, and that — more than anything — broke him. he stopped immediately, like he’d hit a wall and his entire face crumpled, “i did that.” he whispered it more to himself than to you, “i made you step away from me.”

tears spilled from his eyes, “i’ve never…”his voice disappeared, but he tried again, “i’ve never wanted that.”

you’d never seen him cry before, at least not properly. you’d seen watery eyes after difficult losses, seen him blink hard after emotional phone calls with his parents. but this was different.

his shoulders shook; he wasn’t trying to hide it anymore, and watching the strongest person you knew completely come apart only made your own tears fall harder.

“i hate fighting with you,” your voice barely rose above a whisper.

the words sounded almost fragile by the time they reached him, carried unevenly between shaky breaths and tears you’d long since stopped trying to hide.

beau stood opposite you, his own eyes red, “so do i.” he laughed once under his breath, the sound cracked almost as soon as it left him, “i hate that i hurt you.”

you shook your head before he’d even finished speaking, “no.” your voice trembled and you wiped impatiently beneath one eye, frustrated when another tear immediately replaced the one you’d brushed away, “that’s not—“

beau looked at you.

“i know you love me,” your voice wavered, the sentence caught beau off guard, “i’ve never doubted that, and i don’t think you stopped loving me.”

he frowned, confused, “then—”

“i think…”your voice cracked again, “you forgot what loving me actually meant.”

you wrapped your arms around yourself without really thinking, suddenly aware of how cold the room felt, or maybe it was just you, “i wanted a partner.”

beau felt his throat tighten painfully, “i thought…”he stopped, because he wasn’t entirely sure anymore. he’d spent weeks convincing himself he was doing the right thing; that if he could just carry everything himself, then at least you wouldn’t have to. “i thought if i could deal with it myself,” his voice barely held together, “then you wouldn’t have to hurt too.”

for a long moment, you simply stared, “i would’ve chosen that.” your answer came quietly, and without hesitation, “i would’ve chosen hurting with you.”

his eyes closed, “baby…”

“no, i need you to hear me.”

he nodded immediately.

“i don’t care if football gets hard, if the draft scares you, and i don’t care if you come home exhausted or frustrated or angry.”your breathing became uneven again, “i don’t need you to be okay all the time.”

you looked at him through tears, “i need you to stop deciding that i’m better off without the truth.”

beau felt something inside him give way completely. his knees suddenly felt weak, so he sat down on the edge of the couch, elbows resting against his thighs while both hands covered his face.

for several seconds he couldn’t speak, and couldn’t think. all he could hear were your words echoing relentlessly through his head. “i would’ve chosen hurting with you.”

he’d spent weeks trying to spare you from exactly that. and all he’d really done, was make you hurt alone.

his shoulders shook, he couldn’t stop them anymore, “i don’t know how.”the confession came muffled beneath his hands, “i don’t know how to need people.”

your anger faltered, because suddenly, sitting in front of you wasn’t beau the quarterback. wasn’t captain. wasn’t the guy everyone depended on. he just looked young, terrified, and completely overwhelmed.

“i’ve always…”he rubbed roughly at his eyes before looking up again, “i’ve always been the one who’s supposed to hold it together.”another shaky laugh escaped him, “my dad, my coaches, the team.”

“they all,” he struggled for the words as he looked at you helplessly, “they need me to be steady.”

you felt fresh tears burn behind your eyes. because that was beau, that had always been beau; the one everyone leaned on.

slowly, you crossed the space between you. beau looked up immediately, uncertainty flickering across his face; like he wasn’t entirely sure whether he was allowed to reach for you anymore. the thought alone made your chest ache.

you sat down next to him, close enough that your knees brushed his, before lifting your hands gently and cupping his face the same way you had countless times before.

his eyes closed instinctively beneath your touch and a broken breath escaped him.

“i’m still angry,” you admitted it honestly, “and i’m probably going to be angry tomorrow, too.”

he nodded

“this doesn’t just…” you searched for the words, “go away because we cried.”

he looked at you again, “i don’t expect it to.”

“I need you to promise me something.”

“anything.”

“no, don’t say anything,” you smiled sadly, “i don’t want promises because we’re both emotional.” your thumb brushed lightly across his cheek, wiping away another tear, “i want you to actually mean it.”

he held your gaze as you spoke, “if you’re scared,” your voice cracked once more. “if practice is awful, if football feels too heavy, tell me” you leaned your forehead gently against his, “and if you think i’m going to leave because life gets difficult…” your own tears slipped free again, “please let me decide that for myself.”

beau’s breath caught painfully as he wrapped trembling hands around your wrists, “i was never scared you’d leave,” he whispered. “i was scared you’d see me differently.”

you pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, “beau.”your voice was impossibly gentle, “i don’t love you because you had everything together.” you noticed another tear rolling down his face, “i love you because you’re you.”

he broke completely then; his forehead dropped against yours as quiet sobs shook through him, months of pressure finally spilling out all at once.

however, this time he didn’t try to hide it. you weren’t standing outside the door; he’d finally opened it.

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raven-dor

can't ignore the fact, baby

gif by the extremely talented @gifcoven

in which you realize that you and beau maxwell have never been just friends

PAIRINGS: beau maxwell x fem!reader, dean heyward-di laurentis x bestfriend!reader (platonic)

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

🎶 : 3:15 - bazzi

AN: 🩵💗♥️ - oh beau. this is based off of a 'what i would wear in off campus' thing i did on tiktok. this is my baby, i love it so dearly. please enjoy!!

At the age of twenty one, Beau Maxwell was your best friend slash secret conscience-eating crush.

Even if you had a horrible, almost disgusting, crush on him. You had to push it way down, down so far that even you sometimes forgot about it.

You’d been in the middle of staring blankly at your computer screen, thinking about all of this, when a medium vanilla latte with oat milk and cold foam popped up in front of your face.

The person holding it? Beau Maxwell.

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ryland grace x reader

baby boy, honey bee, god i love the way you look at me

you never notice how ryland watches you, but rocky does and he wants to know exactly why

warnings: fluff, grace and rocky call reader 'sunshine', memory loss, memory recovery, panic attack, purple and flowery prose can be pried from my cold dead hands

wc:

Ryland thought he was subtle, and honestly, he kind of was. You never noticed when he looked at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges as a small smile formed on his lips and a light flush spreading up his cheeks and to his ears. You never saw the softness in his gaze, as if you were the entire reason the universe existed. Like all the stars and planets and moons were only created to shine on you.

And he looked at you a lot, especially in the quiet moments where you should both be focusing on the samples under the microscope but he can’t help the way his eyes move towards you. Scanning your face and details, memorising them like they were a piece of art he may never get to see again. When you’re eating, the shitty instant ramen is fogging up his glasses so instead he lets them slip down the slope of his nose as he looks over them at you chatting away with Rocky and explaining some of your favourite things from Earth promising to show him in the meditation room.

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𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗑𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗑 brothers best friend!reader

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𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅-𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 ’𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍’

‘𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 (𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍)‘

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─────── ✴︎ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 , 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒/𝗇 , 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 , 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾

holy shit . those are the best words to describe what the fuck has been happening between you and beau this past month . it was only three weeks ago that you and beau were celebrating his and deans birthday , now you’re dating?! well..at least secretly . your in beaus bed laying against him naked resting your head on his bare chest while he plays with little strands of your hair , your on your phone and you both get a text from the groupchat you dean and beau are all in .

thing 1 thing 2 and thing 3

thing 1 (dean) : we should go the malones tonight with some of the guys and hannah

thing 3 (you) : why are you texting this yk we’re of course gonna go

thing 1 (dean) : i literally never know with you your always busy

thing 3 (you) : i’m never too busy for malones and free drinks

thing 1 (dean) : who said you were getting free drinks??🤨🤨

thing 3 (you) : me because i have the best bigger brother 😆🤗

thing 1 (dean) : okay whatever 😒

thing 1 (dean) : where tf is beau

you turn your head to see him already staring down at you with a smile , you smile back before speaking “you just stare at the texts through my phone or you gonna answer? you know deans gonna start calling you if you don’t answer soon.” he rolls his eyes playfully before moving the hand from your hair to his phone , opening it and texting in the group chat

thing 2 (beau) : i’m alive

thing 1 (dean) : took you long enough

thing 1 (dean) : are you coming tonight

thing 2 (beau) : yea i’ll be there

thing 1 (dean) : okay you guys gonna come to the house or meet us there?

thing 3 (you) : i’ll come over to the house

thing 2 (beau) : i’ll just meet y’all at malones

thing 1 (dean) : okay we’re going at 8

thing 3 (you) : see you then asshat

thing 1 (dean) : shut up thing 3

you look at the time in the top corner of your screen and see it’s already four thirty , you slowly try and get up but beau wraps his arms around your waist pulling you back down . you giggle softly startled before looking back “beau..i gotta goo~” you say and he buries his face into your shoulder “just stay a little longer..” he murmurs placing a light kiss , you feel yourself relax a little with the touch of his lips . “i’ve been here since nine am..” he groans softly at your words before slowly sitting up unwrapping his arms from you , you get out the bed and you start putting your clothes back on . he watches you change and when you catch him you smirk before laughing “your staring..” you state and he smiles nodding . “you’re just so pretty angel can’t help it.” he replies and you blush softly before you finishing changing and you slip on your shoes . he stands up slipping on his boxers before resting his hands on your hips from behind as you brush your hair in the mirror , he kisses your neck softly then your jaw then up to your cheek , you turn your head and kiss him . he pulls away seconds later before placing a kiss to your forehead . “i’ll see you tonight..” he whispers . “i’ll see you..bye baby.” you say grabbing your purse and phone . “bye angel..” he says and you walk out his bedroom and out of his apartment down the stairs to your car in the parking lot .

you’re sitting in your room , getting ready for tonight and you decided to wear a little extra makeup tonight and do a little blowout. right now your working on your lip liner and your roommate comes in your room . “hey girl..you look hot~” she says smirking . “thanks jen..you wanna come out with us to malones? doubt they’d mind..” you ask and she shakes her head no . “nah i told myself i’d commit to studying.” she says and you nod . “so..you and beau?” she says casually and you slightly freeze before going back to what you’re doing , she notices the freeze immediately but chooses not to say anything . “what about me and beau..?” you look at her through your mirror . “you know i’d be very supportive if you were dating right?” she says and you look at her confused before nodding . “jenny what is this about.?” you ask “i found one of his shirts in my laundry pile..think it got mixed up in our laundry.” she says and your eyes widen slightly . “oh yea? it’s probably one he let me borrow from a few weeks ago.” you say casually . “mhmmm okay well..let me go get it so you can give it back to him.” she emphasizes on the last three words before walking out of your room to hers before coming back a few seconds later with beaus shirt in her hand . your eyes widen and you quickly snatch it out of her hands , you put it away into a drawer and she laughs . “please don’t say anything to anyone..” you whisper . “of course..not my business to tell. now tell me everything.” she says smiling big , you laugh softly at her reaction and begin telling her everything that’s happened in thr past few weeks between you and beau .

its 7 : 50 and you showed up at the hockey house , you walk in the house to the reek of cologne and masculinity which isn’t shocking . you head into the kitchen seeing dean , logan , hannah , and garrett hanging out and pre gaming . they see you walk in and they all say hi , dean passes you a shot and you accept clinking yours with his and downing it . you alll hang out for a few more minutes before getting into two cars riding with dean and tucker while logan rides with garrett and hannah . twenty minutes later , you get to malones and you all pile out the car , heading inside and seeing beau already in a booth . you smile softly at him before sliding in the booth across from him and dean slides in next to me while tucker slides in next to beau . “hey angel..ordered you a dirty shirley~” beau smiles sliding your drink to you . “thanks beau..”you say before taking a sip . he nods softly before turning his attention “and i got us a pitcher.” he says turning his attention to tucker and dean and the boys smile big filling their glasses with beer from the pitcher . “so what’ve you been doing beau?” tucker asks . “uhm yk..just practice and focusing on my classes.” beau says . “any new girls?” dean smirks looking at beau over his glass . beau freezes before a second before quickly looking to you , taking a sip of his beer before answering “maybe one or two..” he says and the guys laugh “cmon don’t be shy on details~” dean says and you roll your eyes . “gosh if your gonna just talk about this i’m gonna go change the music..dean gimme some money.” you turn to your brother putting your hand out . he sighs and digs into his pocket grabbing his wallet and handing you two one dollars . you smile and nudge him out the booth before getting up and going over to the music box . you put both your one dollars in the machine and look through it before an idea pops into your head and put on two songs before heading back to the booth and taking a sip of my drink . “what’d you put on?” tucker asks and you smile . “you’ll see~” you say and you both talk for a few minutes before the song ends and the next song comes on , the next song is ‘dirty little secret’ by all-american rejects . you look over to beau briefly raising my eyebrows a little before taking a sip of my drink . “i’ma go get another drink..” you say heading to the bar over to where garrett , hannah , and logan .

you get to the bar ordering yourself another dirty shirley before walking over to hannah logan and garrett . “hey garr im gonna steal your girlfriend real quick wanna have a dance~” you say smiling at hannah taking her hand and dragging her into the middle of the bar . she laughs softly following you to the middle of the diner . you smile big before dancing along with her and singing the lyrics , she sings back twirling you around , you laugh loudly as you just relax . you look over to the booth and you see beau staring and your smile softens for a second before looking back to hannah , she notices looking back at the booth seeing beau look away quickly . “should i even ask what that was about?” she looks at you confused . “probably not..but don’t say anything to anyone though okay? just between us..” you say and she nods . “course..our dirty little secret..” she giggles softly holding her pinky up , you laugh softly before nodding and intertwining our pinkies . “our dirty little secret..” the song ends and you walk over to the bar with hannah “you two looked like you had fun~” logan says laughing softly taking a sip of his beer . “we were..who you looking so dapper for tonight? who’s gonna be the lucky girl?” you tease smiling . “i don’t know you tell me doll..” he smirks leaning in a little . “oh stop it you big tease.” you push him playfully . “who says i’m teasing?” he whispers . “logan as flattered as i am..no~” you state smiling politely . “mmm okayy if you change your mind.” he smiles before heading over to the booth with beau tucker and dean . “was logan flirting with you?” tucker teases . “yea but yk how logan is..just a flirt.” you insist . “he’s a fucking idiot is what he is.” dean mumbles and tucker laughs while beau stays silent , you look over at him and he’s annoyed .

it’s later into the night and your standing around the booth and some puck bunnies are standing around with us , you roll your eyes and the guys are shamelessly flirting and even beau is…semi flirting? you’ve seen beau flirt his ass off but he’s not doing so much tonight..for obvious reasons of course . “excuse me fellas but i’ll be back in twenty.” dean smirks taking the hand of one of the girls and dragging her away . you roll your eyes before sliding back into the booth , you look to the girl next to you flirting with beau and you turn your attention away . he notices immediately and he says “hey yk..think i’m just feeling tired tonight. i’ll text you though.” he tells the girl and she rolls her eyes , excusing herself and you move out the booth letting her out before walking over to where logan is . you laugh softly sliding back in the booth “you’re off your game tonight maxwell~” you tease . “just not feeling it angel..” he says and you nod . “think you can take me home? obviously dean is too..busy.” you look over to see your brother making out with a girl . you gag rolling your eyes , beau laughs softly and nods softly . “yea course..cmon angel.” he says getting out the booth and you walk out malones and walking to the bronco . you get in and you smile softly “anyone around..?” you whisper softly looking at him in the driver seat , he looks around quickly before shaking his head “no angel..” he says and you quickly lean across and kiss him softly . he smiles into it and cups your cheeks softly holding you there for a few seconds before pulling away and looking down at you . “been wanting to do that all night.” he murmurs . “so you and..what was her name? kim?” you say annoyed . he smirks softly at your reaction and laughs “angel are you jealous?” he teases . “oh and like you weren’t jealous about logan flirting with me? hmm?” you say . “yea i was…wanted to walk over there and pull you away from him and kiss you infront of everyone.” he whispers softly , you blush softly and lean close to him “that so?” you whisper and he nods . “well you better drive home quickly baby..” you state and his eye widen before they darked with something else . he quickly turns on the car engine and looking back over to you before resting his hand on your upper thigh and squeezes it before looking to make sure there’s no traffic and pulls away from malones , heading to his apartment .

notes ᵎᵎ : jesus im so sorry this took forever hope you like it took forever for me to even write this

linaaawrites

Could you do one with Quinn where they've been together for almost 7 years, since they were 19, they've lived together for a while, and he proposes to her after winning the Olympics? They're both at home after returning from their trip, and he proposes, with her in her pajamas

Forever isn't long enough

pairing: Quinn Hughes x female reader

description: Quinn celebrates his Olympic gold medal with a surprise proposal.

TW: Fluff.

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angelicstarkey

enjoy your stay - chapter V

rafe cameron x reader

summary: after finding out that your fiancé had cheated on you with his childhood best friend—who just so happened to be Rafe's fiancée— Rafe proposes a reckless plan: follow them across Italy and Greece and ruin the dream honeymoon they stole. but somewhere between petty sabotage, breathtaking views, and far too much time together, the two of you begin to discover there's more waiting for you than revenge.

content warning: strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, forced proximity, one bed, sexual tension, explicit sexual content (handjob - kinda?, teasing), a little bit of self deprecation (don't you ever do it to yourselves though) 18+ MDNI

w/c: 10.2K

a/n: you all have every right to be upset for me going MIA, unfortunately being a girlie working in finance is v tough :( thank you all so much for the love you show to this series though, you genuinely have every piece of my heart!

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The blue hues of the water and the sea, contrasting against the white buildings in Santorini, were almost too good to be real; like, with a blink of an eye, they’d be gone, and you’d be back standing in your apartment. You weren’t sure what you might’ve wished for to your lucky stars, but it’d become a habit to glance up at them every night, silently thanking them for what your life was right now. Every sight you’d seen, every step taken that felt lighter than the last, every breath of fresh air that didn’t feel as suffocating as before-it was all new and exciting.

Despite Rafe saying everything after that night you’d shared in bed, it was almost as if you’d both gotten closer and more comfortable. The feeling of no barriers between you two and a sense of stability that centred every conversation became the forefront of every interaction. The permanently locked jaw Rafe sported had almost completely disappeared, his demeanour more at ease as a whole when he was around you.

ellahoneymoon

Ruin the friendship. Pt3 and final <3

reader! x Beau Maxwell (best friends to lovers)

Not admiting your feelings for each other is hard. Trying not to be so obvious is harder. And apparently, useless.

The cold night air was long forgotten once you stepped into the frat house, the party raging around you. Finals were over, and it showed.

Tonight you weren't gonna drink much or stay till late, since you and Beau were supposed to get up early and hit the road back home for the holidays.

But your friends from psych class insisted you showed up for at least a little while. So you did, you put together an outfit at the last minute and called a cab.

You should've known better, no last minute plan ends well. And especially not today.

As you made your way through the crowd, looking for your friends, the sight right in front of you made you halt.

There, next to the beerpong table, were Beau and none other than Peyton. You tried to push the thought of why the sight of them talking bothered you so much out of your mind. But you couldn't, you stayed there staring. Frozen like your heart had been poisoned when they leaned in.

You forced yourself to turn around, to go the other way. You couldn't look at them, not when you had spent all of last night thinking about what your friends had said during the sleepover. Not when you had finally admitted the truth.

You love Beau, ever since the first time he made you laugh and all the times after.

The party felt suffocating now, the house too small, the smell of alcohol too strong.

You found peace out in the porch, leaning against the wall and not knowing how to react, or even what you were feeling. For the moment you were confused, stuck between thinking maybe that was a sign you shouldn't have considered having feelings for him, and wanting to weep because you know you do feel something more than friendship.

Maybe more than a couple minutes had passed, acknowledging time wasn't something that fitted into being lost in thought. A figure approached you, forcing you back into reality.

"Y/n, hey!" it was Nate, from another one of your classes. You two had been paired up for the final project and had gotten along pretty well. "Are you all alone out here? I think I saw your friends inside if you were looking for them."

"Oh, yeah. I'm just waiting for my uber, not really feeling like partying anymore." you managed to put on a little smile, not wanting him to ask more questions than you felt like answering.

"Want some company while you wait?" he asked politely.

You nodded. Nate was nice, you both quickly fell into a comfortable conversation. He asked about your plans for the holidays, about your classes next semester and if you were satisfied with the grade you two got in the project.

Your uber was taking longer than expected, it was a busy night after all. But you already felt in better spirits, already forgetting what you had seen earlier. Though not for long.

You suddenly realized that Nate had stepped closer, you looked up and you noticed the intention he held behind his eyes. He was just about to lean in, but your mind wasn't focused on him, or even in if you'd lean in too.

Instead, your subconscious took you back to them. Leaning in. All you could see was them, Beau and Peyton.

That was motivation enough, so you stepped closer. But just as if your thoughts had summoned him, when you were about to step even closer to Nate, Beau cleared his throat behind him.

"You mind? I need to talk to y/n." his eyes burned as he looked at Nate, jaw locked tight.

"Do you mind? We're kind of in the middle of something dude." Nate turned around, crossing his arms in annoyance at the disturbance.

You stayed silent, looking only at Beau in disbelief.

"Yeah, keep dreaming buddy. Now start walking."

Nate shifted his gaze towards you, and you finally spoke "Sorry Nate. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

He eventually nodded and went back inside the house, with Beau's eyes almost burning holes into is dissapearing figure.

"The hell's wrong with you Beau? You didn't have to be rude." you crossed your arms, pissed.

"What were you doing with him anyway, dude's a jerk." Beau crossed his arms too, frowning like he couldn't believe you were talking to somebody that wasn't him.

"You don't even know him, and he's my friend."

"Well he clearly didn't get the memo, you could see from a mile away he was trying to flirt with you."

"Well, maybe I wanted him to..." you argued.

"Please!" Beau scoffed "He's not even your type."

"Oh, really? And how would you know that?" he opened his mouth, and then closed it, so you continued "It's none of your business anyway."

"Yeah, it is my business if someone flirts with you because..." he stopped himself "Because..." there was a war inside his mind, but you were not patient enough to wait for him to decide.

"Because what Beau? You don't get to supervise who I talk or don't talk to. You're back with Peyton and I'm not out here questioning you." you dropped the bomb, your tone made it obvious that was what was bothering you.

"I'm not back with Peyton." he denied immediatly.

"That's not what it looked like."

Beau stayed in silence for a moment, he stepped closer and tried to find your eyes "I'm sorry y/n, but I'm just trying to look out for you. You're my best friend."

"Exactly Beau, I'm your best friend. So go act like a boyfriend with Peyton and just let me be." you could feel your eyes sting, so you walked away without saying another word.

Beau stayed frozen in place as he watched you walk away. Words failed him because, as much as it hurt, he knew you were right, he wasn't your boyfriend.

No matter how many guys he threatened to stay away from you, or how many times he dreamt of things being different; he was still just your best friend. And that was something that would never change unless he finally decided to speak up, instead of trying to find your laugh in another girl.

🎀

The next morning, you woke up still feeling pissed.

You wondered what could've happened with Nate. He was sweet, good looking, maybe you could give him a chance and finally try to move on. And you almost had, if it hadn't been for Beau.

He was always there. Everytime you thought you had a new crush, all that plagued your mind was how much better Beau was in comparison. He never gave your heart a break.

The worst part was, he most definitely didn't feel the same way. Not after seeing him back with Peyton, that possibility died right next to the beerpong table and a dancefloor full of drunk people mouthing 'in what world did you think it could happen?'

You were already waiting by the door with your bags when he pulled over. He smiled widely, trying to act as normal as possible, carrying your belongings to the car and opening the passenger door for you.

He got something from the backseat before finally getting back in the car, you didn't have to look to know what it was.

Your coffee order and a plain croissant. He knew you'd like to have breakfast but only something light, roadtrips made you a bit queasy. You muttered a thanks and took it gladly, trying to hide your smile.

Beau knew better than to bother you too much when you were already annoyed. So he made sure you knew he was sorry in different ways, breakfast, a playlist with your favorite songs, a travel pillow so you could sleep comfortably; all at least until you were ready to hear him out.

Your best bet was to interact as little as possible, you didn't want to forget his unfair and improper interruption that easily. But you knew you'd crack at the first look he'd send your way. So your next best sensible choice was clear: falling asleep for the rest of the ride.

The road was a bit busy, people coming and going home. Beau's eyes shifted towards your sleeping form, a smile made it's way into his lips.

Your phone resting on your lap buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text cought his attention. He knew he shouldn't look, he had lost a lot of points last night already for meddling. But he couldn't help himself, especially when Nate's name showed up on the screen.

He had sent two texts. The first wishing you a safe journey back home, and the second... asking if you'd like to go out once you were back at Briar from the holidays.

Beau looked back at the road immediatly, as if those texts had burned his eyes. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and frowned.

You would never say yes, right? You couldn't.

But that was only him trying to reassure himself. Because you absolutely could say yes, probably would say yes. Nothing was truly holding you back, what right did he have to not want you to go? Just like you had said, it was none of his business. He wasn't your boyfriend, nor did you know just how much he longed to be.

🎀

For some reason, being back at your old room always felt a little strange. Even though the person coming home was you, each time it was a different version than the last. Not because you had changed much, but because everytime you came back knowing something new, about yourself, about the world.

The only thing that remained ever the same were your feelings for your best friend, too strong for your own good.

When you had woken up, Beau was already driving through your hometown, taking the road to your house. He hadn't said much, instead he seemed vaguely focused in reality, looking rather lost in thought.

You spent the afternoon wondering if you had been to tough on him. Also thinking about what to tell Nate, you had seen his texts as soon as you got home and still didn't know what to answer.

You were torn in between taking on this chance to move on, and not knowing if your heart would ever be set on someone else.

A storm had rolled in, hiding away the sunlight behind the clouds. Your parents had called, their flight back home from their anniversary trip had been canceled due to the weather conditions.

Great, just what you needed. Being home alone with your thoughts.

You tried to keep your mind busy, just as you were about to press next episode on the TV, the doorbell rang; once, twice, almost desperately. Who would be outside with this much rain?

"Y/n!? It's okay, it's me, Beau, not some creep!" You heard from the other side of your front door, and when you opened it, it was indeed him. Soaked from walking from his car to your porch.

"Beau? What are you doing here? It's pouring, get in!" you tried to take his arm to drag him inside but he didn't budge.

"Tell me you're not seriously thinking about going out with him." Beau breathed out, almost begging for your answer to comply.

"Huh?" you frowned in confusion.

"Nate. Are you gonna say yes?"

"I don't know yet." you crossed your arms, trying to shield yourself from the cold "But how do you even know he asked me out?"

"I saw when you got his texts. And before you say anything about minding my own business, you were asleep and your phone was there in plain sight. It wasn't intentional, I swear." he quickly clarified even before your expression changed "I haven't stopped thinking about it, so I asked Dean to ask Allie if she knew anything about it. She said you were considering saying yes. But y/n, you can't. You can't because..." he yearned, finally confessing what he'd been trying to hide for so long "Because I'm in love with you."

There was a silence, your mind went blank while trying to process what you'd just heard. Despite the sound of the heavy rain, your heart beating like crazy could be heard over it.

"Beau, I..." you breathed out, trying to organize your words back into place so you could at least reply 'me too'. But he didn't let you go on.

"Y/n, I have loved you ever since l laid eyes on you sitting alone in Chemistry, all shy and drawing smiley faces on your notepad. I realize I love you everytime you laugh at my jokes, everytime you smile, everytime time you get pissed at me, just your presence next to me makes my heart want to beat out of my chest." Beau took your hand delicately, placing it over his chest so you could feel the truth of his confession.

He looked into your eyes "I'm sorry I didn't have the courage to tell you sooner, that's something I'll always regret. All I know is I love you, and certainly will never stop doing so. You don't have to feel the same way, I'll survive as long as you're near me, even if it's just as friends. But I had to tell you, I couldn't keep it in any longer"

You just stared at him, processing what he'd just said. Your silence made him slowly lower his gaze to his feet, letting go of your hand.

"Beau Maxwell you absolute idiot." you finally spoke, hitting his chest lightly "How could you even think I don't t feel the same way? Are you really that blind? Didn't you notice all the times you made me blush, all the times I had to make up an excuse to run away because you made me so flushed I couldn't speak? You have no idea how much it hurt to see you with somebody else, to see you... last night." you stopped yourself, the sight of them flodding back your memory "What about Peyton?" you whispered.

"Nothing's going on with me and Peyton. What you saw last night was a misunderstanding, she was talking about wanting us to get back together and tried to kiss me but I stepped away the moment she leaned in. What I had with her was just a dumb attempt to avoid what I really feel, I've only ever wanted you. I was just scared to ruin our friendship, to hurt you because of my selfishness." his voice was laced with honesty, already tired of hiding for so long.

"Oh, Beau. You saying you love me could never hurt me, if only you'd known how long I've wanted to hear you say that." you stepped closer, copying his previous actions and taking his hand to rest over your racing heart "Because I'm in love with you too."

Beau could swear he felt his brain shortcut, as if your words had made him go numb, or dumb. "Really?" that was the best answer he could master, looking at you like you were a dream.

You breathed out a laugh, heartily "Yes, really you oblivious fool."

He nodded like he was convincing himself you had actually said that, and it wasn't a trick from his mind "Could I... Could I kiss you? Please say yes so I can make sure this is real and not just my most longed dream."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh again, cheeks red and smiling widely. Instead of answering with words, you stepped closer. Close enough to feel his breath itch, silently daring him to close the distance as you nodded once.

This time, he didn't doubt, he didn't think twice, and most importantly, he didn't hold back. Beau kissed you like he had been waiting to do so forever, and he had. He pulled you closer by your waist, sweetly holding you with care, as if scared you'd dissapear.

You kissed back, feeling like you were floating. Everything had fallen into place, a confession under the pouring rain and a kiss full of longing, made the night one to remeber.

The holidays back home felt like a movie, you spent every day together, trying to make up for the lost time. Your families were over the moon, glad you two had finally confessed what even they had realized so long ago.

Once you were back at Briar, the first reaction of your friend group was to pay up the money of the bet they had placed. Allie won, she already knew she would after seeing your face back at the sleepover. And Beau's call when Nate had asked you to go out was just confirmation enough he just needed a little push. So she told him you were thinking of going out with Nate, a little necessary, and clearly efective, white lie.

You two were made for each other, and even though it took some time to get there, everything worked out in the end. Because true love, is the one thing we can never really run away from.

🎀

Finally, they confessed! This took quite some time to post but I hope it was worth the wait. Thank you everyone for your support, I hope you like it and let me know what you'd like me to write next. All my love and gratefulness, Ella 💌

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Rafe Cameron x 𝒻emale!reader

Summary ! A series were I tell you habits that the oh not so perfect Rafe Cameron has in your relationship. Sometimes you'll like it, sometimes you won't. As I said, he is far from perfect.

Warnings ! Mentions of alcohol & sex, Rafe being a huge asshole.

✉: This is kind of sloppy and not proofread but I still kinda fw it so I decided to post it anyways while I work on requests <3

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No One Is the Same

Beau Maxwell x Reader

Summary: After an awkward night at Malone's, Beau comes back to apologize for one of his teammates’ behavior. What starts as a simple conversation ends up becoming the beginning of something neither of them saw coming.

If there was one thing I had learned since coming to Briar, it was that going out with the guys always ended the exact same way.

Dean always found a way to get someone’s attention.

Logan always ended up arguing with Dean over something completely stupid.

Garrett always tried to convince us that we had an early practice the next day.

And Tucker always ended up eating half the menu wherever we went.

It was a routine.

A pretty entertaining one, honestly.

That night didn’t seem like it was going to be any different.

“Malone’s again?” Logan asked as we walked across campus, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. “I’m starting to think Dean owns a piece of that place.”

“Wish I did,” Dean replied casually. “If I did, I’d stop charging you guys for eating so much.”

Tucker let out a laugh.

“It’s not my fault the food is good.”

“No,” Garrett said as he pushed open the bar door. “It’s your fault you never leave anything for anyone else.”

We walked inside, laughing and lightly shoving each other around, exactly like we always did.

Malone’s was packed.

It was Friday night.

The music was loud enough that you had to raise your voice a little to talk, but not so loud that having a conversation was impossible. Groups of students filled almost every table, a few couples sat near the windows, and a couple of people were playing pool at the back of the place.

We settled into a table near the bar.

Dean was the first one to grab the menu.

“I’m ordering two burgers.”

Garrett raised an eyebrow.

“You haven’t even looked at the menu.”

“Don’t need to.”

Tucker nodded with complete seriousness.

“He’s right.”

Logan shook his head.

“You two need professional help.”

I barely heard them, not because I wasn’t interested in the conversation. My attention had simply drifted toward the bar.

A girl was arranging bottles behind the counter while talking to another customer.

She wasn’t wearing anything flashy.

Just the bar uniform.

Her hair pulled back into a ponytail.

A tired smile that somehow still looked completely genuine.

She wasn’t the most unbelievably gorgeous girl I’d ever seen.

It was something different.

She was…

Pretty.

Really pretty.

And she had the kind of smile that made you want to keep looking for just one more second.

“What are you staring at?” Logan asked, following my line of sight.

I blinked.

“Nothing.”

Dean turned his head too.

Then he smiled.

“Ah.”

I hated that “ah.”

Because it usually meant he was about to do something I’d regret later.

“What?” Garrett asked.

Dean nodded subtly toward the bar.

“The new girl.”

All four of us looked in that direction.

She kept serving customers, completely unaware that five hockey players had just noticed her at the same time.

“She’s really pretty,” Tucker commented.

“Told you,” Dean replied.

Logan took a sip of his drink.

“Leave her alone.”

Dean raised his hands.

“I haven’t even done anything.”

And, for once…

He was telling the truth.

The waitress walked over a few seconds later with a notepad in her hand.

“Good evening. What can I get for you guys?”

She smiled.

It was a professional smile.

Friendly.

Polite.

The kind of smile she had probably repeated hundreds of times throughout her shift.

Dean was the first one to order.

Then Garrett.

Then Logan.

When it was my turn, I looked up at her.

“A classic burger and a lemonade, please.”

She wrote it down.

“Anything else?”

I shook my head.

“That’s all.”

Her eyes stayed on me for barely a second before returning to her notepad.

“Perfect. I’ll be right back.”

And then she walked away.

Dean watched her leave.

“She’s definitely new.”

“How do you know that?” Tucker asked.

“Because I would remember seeing her before.”

Logan let out a laugh.

“That’s so romantic.”

Before the conversation could continue, a familiar voice appeared behind us.

“Hey!”

It was Mason.

One of the receivers on the team.

He walked over, dragging another chair with him.

“Mind if I join?”

“As long as you don’t eat my food...” Tucker replied.

“Can’t promise that.”

He sat down beside Dean just as the waitress came back with our drinks.

“Perfect,” Mason said the second he saw her.

I felt a strange annoyance twist in my stomach. I didn’t even know why.

She placed the glasses on the table one by one, and when she was finished, Mason smiled.

A smile that looked way too rehearsed.

“Hey.”

She looked up.

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“I started this week.”

“That explains it.”

She waited, clearly expecting him to order something. Instead, he rested an arm on the table.

“So, do you always smile like that, or only when you’re serving attractive customers?”

Dean closed his eyes.

Garrett let out a sigh.

Logan muttered something that sounded dangerously close to here we go again.

She, however, kept the exact same expression.

The same polite smile.

“Are you guys going to order anything else?”

Mason didn’t seem to catch the hint.

“I could order your number.”

She let out a small laugh.

Polite.

Nothing more.

“That’s not on the menu.”

“I’m sure you could make an exception.”

“I’m sorry.”

Her voice was still kind, but something had changed. The smile no longer reached her eyes.

“I have other tables to take care of. If you need anything, I’ll be around.”

And she walked away.

Mason watched her go.

“She’s gonna come around.”

Dean lightly bumped his shoulder.

“No, man.”

“Yeah, she will.”

“Trust me.”

Dean nodded toward the bar.

“She just rejected you very politely.”

“That was only because she was working.”

Nobody answered.

Because we all knew that wasn’t true.

The next twenty minutes proved exactly what I had expected.

Every time she came near our table...

Mason found a new excuse to talk to her.

Another drink.

A napkin.

A sauce.

Asking what her name was.

She always answered with the same patience.

But also with the same distance, and I could see the exact moment she started getting tired of it.

I noticed it in her shoulders.

In the way she stopped looking directly at him.

In that automatic smile that appeared every time he spoke.

It wasn’t the same smile she had when she first came over.

It was the smile of someone who was simply trying to get through the rest of her shift.

The final straw came when Mason took advantage of the moment she was picking up some empty plates to say:

“When you get off, we could go grab a drink.”

She placed the plates on her tray before answering.

“Thank you, but no.”

“Why not?”

She smiled again.

“Because I’m not interested.”

He opened his mouth, ready to push further.

And before he could...

“Mason.”

My own voice surprised me.

Everyone turned toward me.

So did he.

“What?”

I stared at him for a few seconds.

“Enough.”

His eyebrows pulled together.

“I’m just talking to her.”

I shook my head slowly.

“No.”

I looked at the girl for a moment. She was still standing there, the tray in her hands, waiting awkwardly.

Then I looked back at him.

“She already told you no.”

A small silence fell over the table.

Dean was the first one to break it.

“He’s right.”

Garrett nodded.

“Let her do her job.”

Mason let out an uncomfortable laugh.

“Damn, it’s not that serious.”

“It is when someone has to tell you no three times,” I replied calmly.

He raised his hands.

“Alright.”

Alright.

The girl gave us a small smile.

This time, it actually seemed genuine.

“Thank you.”

It was barely a whisper before she walked away with the tray.

Dean waited until she disappeared behind the kitchen before leaning closer to me.

“Interesting.”

“What?”

He smiled.

“Nothing.”

Garrett started laughing.

Logan joined in.

“What?” I asked.

Dean nodded toward the bar.

“You like her.”

I immediately shook my head.

“I don’t know her.”

“Exactly.”

“Dean.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve been staring at her for twenty minutes.”

“I have not—”

Logan cut me off, laughing.

“Yeah, you have.”

I leaned back in my seat.

“I was just making sure Mason stopped bothering her.”

“Sure,” all four of them replied at the same time.

I knew they didn’t believe me, and honestly...

I wasn’t even sure I believed myself anymore.

We finished dinner almost an hour later, and when we walked out of the bar, the cool night air hit my face immediately.

Dean stretched his arms above his head.

“Well... where are we going next?”

“I’m heading home,” Garrett said, checking the time on his phone. “We have practice tomorrow.”

“Boring.”

“Responsible.”

“Boring.”

Logan started walking toward the parking lot, Tucker following behind him. I took a few steps after them before stopping.

I glanced back at Malone’s door.

Then at the guys.

Then back at the bar.

Dean smiled immediately.

Way too quickly.

“No.”

I sighed.

“No what?”

“Don’t even think about saying you’re going to the bathroom.”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“Then what?”

I shoved my hands into my pockets.

“I think I forgot…”

I paused.

Dean started laughing before I even finished.

“What did you forget?”

I looked toward the door.

“My hat.”

Dean burst out laughing.

“Beau.”

“What?”

“You came here without a hat.”

I cursed under my breath.

Logan started laughing too.

“He’s in love.”

“I’m not in love.”

“Not yet,” Dean corrected. “But give it ten minutes.”

I shook my head.

“I’m just going to apologize.”

Dean raised both eyebrows.

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

The four of them stared at me with that look only friends could have when they knew something before you did. And the worst part was...

I was starting to think they might actually be right.

I turned around before I could change my mind.

I didn’t have a plan. I hadn’t prepared some clever line. I wasn’t even completely sure why I was going back.

I just knew that tired smile I had seen all night was still stuck in my head.

When I pushed open the door to Malone’s again, the atmosphere had changed.

The music was still playing, but quieter.

There were fewer people inside.

A couple of customers were paying their tabs while others finished their drinks before leaving.

She was behind the bar.

Cleaning glasses.

Her hair was a little messier than it had been an hour ago.

She looked exhausted.

And yet, when she heard the door open, she looked up and smiled out of habit.

Except that smile faded slightly when she recognized me.

I could practically imagine what she was thinking.

Another hockey player.

I walked toward the bar without rushing.

When I reached her, she placed the glass down on a towel and rested both hands on the counter.

“Did you forget something?” she asked politely.

I smiled slightly.

“Yes.”

She waited.

“I wanted to apologize.”

Her eyebrows pulled together slightly.

“Apologize?”

I nodded.

“For my teammate.”

For a few seconds, she didn’t say anything. Then she let out a small laugh.

Not mocking.

More like surprised.

“That’s not the answer I expected.”

“I figured.”

She picked up the glass again and continued drying it.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I came with him.”

“That still doesn’t make it your responsibility.”

I leaned one forearm against the bar.

“Maybe not.”

“Then…”

“But it still bothered me.”

She set the glass aside, and this time she was actually looking at me.

“Why?”

I shrugged.

“Because it was obvious you wanted to keep working and he wasn’t getting the hint.”

A small smile appeared on her lips.

“Trust me.”

“What?”

“That wasn’t a hint.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re right.”

There was a small silence.

A comfortable one.

She was the first to break it.

“Do you always rescue waitresses?”

I shook my head slowly.

“First time.”

“And does it usually work?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’ve never done it before?”

“Never had a reason to.”

She watched me for a few seconds, probably trying to figure out if I was messing with her.

I guess she found her answer.

Because she ended up smiling.

A real one this time.

“Well... thank you.”

I nodded.

“You’re welcome.”

Another pause.

She kept cleaning glasses.

I stayed there.

And neither of us seemed to be in much of a hurry to leave.

“Do you play football?” she asked while arranging some bottles.

“Yes.”

“Figures.”

“Because of my size?”

She laughed.

“Among other things.”

“That hurt a little.”

“You’ll survive.”

“I hope so.”

She laughed again.

And I understood why I had kept thinking about her since we left the bar. She was easy to talk to. There were no awkward silences, she wasn’t trying to impress me, she didn’t seem interested in who I was or how many games I had won.

We were just...

Talking.

“Do you always work Fridays?” I asked.

She made a face.

“Fridays, Saturdays... basically whenever everyone else goes out to have fun.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

“It is.”

“And you still smile all the time?”

She thought about it for a moment before answering.

“It’s part of the job.”

I didn’t like that answer.

Because I immediately remembered the difference between the first smile I saw when I walked in and the last one she gave Mason.

She must have noticed my expression.

“Don’t make that face.”

“What face?”

“The one where you’re overanalyzing everything.”

I smiled.

“Do I do that?”

“Very much.”

I shook my head.

“I didn’t realize.”

“I did.”

She rested her elbows on the bar.

“And you?”

“Me?”

“Are you always this serious?”

I let out a small laugh.

“My friends would say yes.”

“And are they right?”

I thought about it for a few seconds.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Who I’m talking to.”

She nodded slowly.

“That makes sense.”

We fell into silence again, but it was still comfortable. The kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled.

Until I decided to stop overthinking it.

I took a deep breath.

“I’d like to take you out sometime.”

She blinked.

Then raised an eyebrow.

And smiled with that mix of amusement and surprise I was already starting to recognize.

“That’s interesting.”

“What is?”

She placed the towel on the counter and crossed her arms.

“Ten minutes ago you were proving to me that not all players were the same.”

“Yeah.”

“And now you’re trying to flirt with me.”

I stayed quiet for a second.

Because she had a point.

She tilted her head slightly, clearly entertained by the fact that she could see me trying to come up with an answer.

“Do you realize you’re doing exactly what your friend did?”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“No.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“No?”

I shook my head slowly.

“He tried to convince you from the very first second.”

I paused before continuing.

“I wanted to get to know you first.”

She held my gaze for a few seconds.

And for the first time since I had walked back into the bar...

She didn’t answer right away.

She just looked at me.

Like she was trying to figure out whether I actually was different...

Or if I was simply better at hiding it.

She kept looking at me.

She didn’t say yes.

She didn’t say no.

She simply set the towel down on the counter and rested both hands on the wood, studying me with an attention that made me feel much more nervous than I was willing to admit.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this nervous asking someone out.

Probably because I had never cared this much about the answer.

“That sounded really nice,” she said after a few seconds, a small smile appearing at the corner of her lips. “Almost too nice.”

I let out a quiet laugh.

“Am I really that hard to believe?”

“No.”

She shook her head slowly.

“That’s exactly the problem.”

I frowned slightly.

“I don’t follow.”

She leaned against one elbow and sighed.

“I’ve been working here for two weeks.”

“And?”

“I’ve met a lot of guys like you.”

“Players?”

“College players.”

She smiled, a little tired.

“Some of them are sweet. Others think they’re impossible to resist. Most of them think that because a waitress smiles at them, it means she’s interested.”

I didn’t answer.

Because I couldn’t exactly say she was wrong.

“And when my shift ends,” she continued while organizing a few clean glasses, “it’s usually always the same thing. They ask for my number. They ask me out. Some of them even come back several days in a row.”

She looked back at me.

“So forgive me if it’s hard for me to believe you’re different.”

I nodded slowly.

“I understand.”

She looked surprised that I didn’t argue.

“That’s it?”

“What did you expect?”

“I don’t know.”

She shrugged.

“I guess I expected you to try to convince me.”

I shook my head with a small smile.

“I can’t convince you of something you don’t know yet.”

For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. She picked up another glass, and I stayed leaning against the bar.

It was strange.

Usually, silence between strangers felt uncomfortable.

With her, it didn’t.

With her, it almost felt like another part of the conversation.

“What’s your name?” I finally asked.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Now you ask my name?”

“I thought it was a good time.”

She smiled.

“I guess it is.”

She told me her name.

I repeated it quietly once.

Just to make sure I wouldn’t forget it.

She laughed.

“Do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Repeat people’s names.”

“Only when I like the way they sound.”

I noticed the way she looked down for a second before smiling again.

It wasn’t a big smile.

It was small.

But it was completely different from any smile I had seen from her all night.

“Well... Beau.”

Hearing my name in her voice had a surprisingly ridiculous effect on me.

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to ask you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“If I tell you I don’t want to go out with you...”

She paused.

“What happens after that?”

I didn’t have to think about it.

“Nothing.”

She frowned.

“Nothing?”

“I’ll still come here when I feel like having a burger.”

I nodded toward the bar.

“I’ll still say hi.”

I paused before adding:

“And I’ll still leave good tips.”

She burst out laughing.

A real laugh.

So genuine that even a couple sitting in the back turned their heads for a second.

“Is that all?”

“What else is supposed to happen?”

“I don’t know.”

She bit her lip, amused.

“Insist a little.”

“No.”

I shook my head firmly.

“If someone has to convince you to go out with them, then they already started by losing.”

Her expression shifted slightly.

Like that answer had taken apart something she was expecting to hear.

“That’s...”

She searched for the right word.

“Strangely reasonable.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t exactly a compliment.”

“I’m choosing to take it as one.”

She laughed again.

Then she looked at the clock hanging behind the bar.

“Five minutes.”

“Five minutes for what?”

“Until I finish my shift.”

I nodded.

“Then I should probably stop distracting you.”

I took a step back.

“It was nice meeting you.”

I turned around, ready to leave.

I had taken two steps when I heard her voice.

“Beau.”

I stopped.

Then looked back at her.

She was playing with a pen between her fingers.

“Come here for a second.”

I walked back to the bar. She grabbed a napkin and quickly wrote something down, folded it in half, and slid it toward me.

I looked at it.

Then looked at her.

“What is this?”

“Open it when you leave.”

I smiled.

“Can’t I look now?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll get nervous.”

That was enough to make me smile too.

I tucked the napkin into the pocket of my jacket.

“Then I’ll wait.”

She nodded slowly.

“Good.”

I left the bar trying to look calm.

I wasn’t.

Dean, Logan, Garrett, and Tucker were still standing by the cars.

The second they saw me, Dean crossed his arms.

“You took a while for an apology.”

“So?”

“What happened?”

I shoved my hands into my pockets.

“We talked.”

Logan smiled.

“Only talked.”

I nodded.

“Only talked.”

Dean narrowed his eyes.

“I absolutely do not believe you.”

I didn’t answer, because for the first time all night, I didn’t really care what they thought.

I waited until everyone got into the cars.

Only then did I pull the napkin from my pocket.

I unfolded it carefully.

There was a phone number.

And underneath it, one single sentence written in small, elegant handwriting.

“I’m still not convinced that not all players are the same... but I’m willing to find out.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

A quiet laugh.

A genuine one.

Dean rolled down his car window when he saw me standing there.

“Are you planning on staying there all night?”

I looked up.

I smiled without being able to stop myself.

“I think tonight went a lot better than I expected.”

As I folded the napkin and put it back into my pocket, I realized something.

It wasn’t just getting her number that made me smile.

It was something else.

I had managed to make her stop seeing me as just another player.

And to me...

That was already the best possible beginning.

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Bf!John Logan taking you on a date late night Friday on specific wishes ⸝⸝

blah: john decided to surprise you with a date idea that you hadn't quite anticipated. what did you expect from your sweet boyfriend?

warnings: strictly fluff, mentions of sweet confessions, and just wholesome! :)

note: i didn't like my old theme so… hehe. this is a bit short so sorry :,(

John Logan always surprised you with dates.

The last one he'd previously taken you on including hiking, camping, and beautiful waterfall visions that made you want to kiss him and cry ugly at the same time— simultaneously seriously.

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don't rub it in

SUMMARY You hate a lot of things, like how correct your best friends' observations are about John Logan and how treats you as if he likes you back. But do you really?

PAIRING john logan x gender neutral!reader

GENRE mutual pining, fluff

WORD COUNT 1.2k

CONTENT not proofread, it's barely fluff, but it's also barely angst so it's true yearning, chubby coded reader! yay! but anyone is free to read, reader is hannah & allie's third roommate, they call them pet names, a brief mention of unspecified insecurities, one swear word, no use of y/n or pronouns

AUTHOR’S NOTE it's been busy as hell at uni so i wrote this short thing as an "i'm almost done with this year" treat. enjoy xx

You thank the waitress that brings your group’s drinks and pastries. She’s barely out of earshot when Hannah wastes no time to declare that, “I swear on my scholarship, he’s into you.”

You nearly choke mid sip.

As the drink subsides down your throat, only then do you croak out, “Oh my god, Hannah!” Your voice is rusty from shock.

Your other best friend directly sitting across you can barely hide her smirk. “I’d be mad at her for that, too, but I also swear on my acting agency.”

The least of your worries is catching flies and dust with your mouth with the way your roommates were carelessly throwing around the most important things in their life to prove their point.

“You too?!”

Allie’s unimpressed at your disbelief. “Dude, come on. You’re hot shit, inside and out! Of course he’d be into you.”

Your dominant hand waves her statement away just as the other brings up your drink to your lips again, this time without a struggle or distraction. “He’s just kind and giving and attentive to everybody.”

It’s Hannah’s turn to be incapable of hiding her smirk. “Notice how we didn’t say a name and you knew exactly who we were talking about?”

You instantly feel your face drench with heat, fingers finding the pendant of your necklace to anchor yourself from drowning in embarrassment. It's irritating how well they know you like the back of their hands.

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The Rules of The Game {Beau Maxwell x Dean's little sister/Beau's best friend!reader} Part 1

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Summary: Dean Di Laurentis' little sister needs a fake boyfriend. Beau Maxwell needs to stop being in love with said little sister and his best friend. Pretending should've been easy. Until fake kisses start feeling real.

Warnings: none

There were exactly three places Beau Maxwell expected to find Dean Di Laurentis's little sister.

The hockey house.

The Di Laurentis family home.

Or stealing food from Dean's plate without asking.

The library wasn't on that list.

Yet there she was.

Curled into a chair beside one of the enormous windows overlooking Briar's snow-covered quad, headphones around her neck, highlighter tucked behind one ear and three textbooks spread across the table. She looked exhausted.

Beau slowed without realising he'd done it.

"You're staring."

Dean's voice came from beside him.

Beau blinked.

"I wasn't."

"You were."

"I was wondering if she's asleep with her eyes open."

Dean snorted. "She's pulled two all-nighters."

"Again?"

"Again."

Beau frowned.

"She'll make herself sick."

Dean gave him a sideways look.

"You notice way too much."

"I notice everyone."

"Bullshit."

Dean shoved him lightly before continuing toward the coffee counter.

"You notice her."

Beau ignored that.

Mostly because Dean wasn't wrong.

He'd known her since freshman year.

Back when she'd arrived at Briar carrying two suitcases and enough attitude to terrify every guy in the hockey house.

Dean had introduced her with one very simple rule.

"Touch my sister and I'll bury your body somewhere they won't find it."

Everyone had laughed.

Dean hadn't.

Beau had taken the warning seriously.

Not because he was scared of Dean.

Well... maybe a little.

Mostly because she'd become one of his closest friends before he'd ever looked at her differently.

Movie nights.

Study sessions.

Coffee runs.

Random drives because she couldn't sleep.

She'd become part of his routine without either of them noticing.

And somewhere along the line...

Friendship had quietly turned into something else.

Something Beau had absolutely no intention of acting on.

"You gonna say hello?"

Dean was already halfway across the library.

Beau sighed.

"I hate you."

"I know."

She looked up as they approached.

A tired smile spread across her face.

"There are my favourite hockey idiots."

Dean gasped dramatically.

"I'm your brother."

"I said what I said."

Beau laughed.

"There she is."

She reached across the table and stole Dean's iced coffee before he'd even sat down.

Dean stared in horror.

"You've had approximately four seconds with that."

"It belongs to me now."

"You are unbelievable."

She took a long sip while maintaining eye contact.

Pure menace.

Beau couldn't stop smiling.

"You look dead," he said gently.

"I feel dead."

"When did you last sleep?"

She hesitated.

"...Tuesday?"

Dean dropped into the chair opposite her.

"It's Thursday."

"I know."

Beau pushed one of her textbooks closed.

"You're done."

"I have an assignment—"

"You're done."

"I have—"

"You'll remember more after six hours of sleep than another six hours of studying."

She sighed dramatically.

"You sound like my mother."

Dean pointed at Beau.

"Listen to him."

She looked between the two of them.

"I hate both of you."

"You love us."

"I tolerate you."

"Same thing."

She rolled her eyes but there was a smile hiding behind it.

An hour later Dean left for practice.

"I've got Coach in ten," he said, standing. "Don't let her stay here until midnight."

"I can make my own decisions."

Dean ignored her.

"Maxwell."

"I've got her."

Dean nodded once before disappearing through the library doors.

The silence that followed felt... comfortable.

It always did with Beau.

"You didn't have to babysit me."

"I'm not."

"You literally got left in charge."

"I volunteered."

She looked at him curiously.

"Why?"

Because I'd rather spend time with you than almost anyone else.

Instead he shrugged.

"I was heading for coffee anyway."

"Liar."

"You caught me."

She smiled.

It disappeared almost immediately.

Beau noticed.

He always noticed.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You've done that thing."

"What thing?"

"The fake smile."

"I don't have a fake smile."

"You absolutely do."

"I do not."

"You smile with your mouth."

"I smile with my mouth anyway."

"But not your eyes."

She looked away.

"...You're annoying."

"I'm observant."

"Same thing."

He waited.

Never pushed.

Eventually...

She sighed.

"There's just... this guy."

Beau's stomach tightened.

"Oh?"

"I've told him I'm not interested."

His jaw clenched.

"Okay."

"I've told him five times."

The muscles in Beau's shoulders went rigid.

"He keeps waiting outside lectures."

"...Right."

"And yesterday he waited outside my apartment."

Beau stopped walking.

"What?"

She realised too late what she'd admitted.

"It's not a big deal."

"It absolutely is."

"He hasn't actually done anything."

"He keeps ignoring your no."

She rubbed her forehead.

"I know."

"Dean knows?"

Her eyes widened.

"Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"Because Dean would commit a felony."

"...Fair."

"And I really don't want my brother getting arrested."

Beau exhaled slowly.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know."

For the first time in a long time...

She looked genuinely stuck.

Three days later...

The problem got worse.

Beau had just finished lifting when he spotted her outside the student union.

She was trying to walk away.

The guy wasn't letting her.

He wasn't touching her.

Wasn't shouting.

But he kept stepping into her path every time she tried to leave.

Her shoulders were tight.

Smile strained.

That smile.

The fake one.

Before Beau had even realised he'd moved...

He was already crossing the courtyard.

"Hey."

Both heads turned.

Her eyes widened with obvious relief.

"Beau."

He stepped beside her without hesitation.

The other guy frowned.

"Everything okay?"

She looked at Beau.

Then at the stranger.

Then back again.

Something flashed through her expression.

An idea.

A terrible, reckless idea.

She reached for Beau's hand.

Their fingers intertwined.

His brain completely shut down.

She smiled.

A real one this time.

"There you are, boyfriend."

Silence.

Beau stared at her.

She squeezed his hand.

Hard.

Please.

He understood instantly.

His thumb brushed gently across her knuckles before he looked back at the other guy.

"Sorry, man."

His voice came out surprisingly steady.

"Didn't realise she hadn't told you."

The guy's face fell.

"...Boyfriend?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Almost three months."

Beau nearly choked.

Three months?

Interesting choice.

"We're actually late," he added smoothly.

"So..."

He lifted their joined hands.

"If you'll excuse us."

Neither of them looked back until they were halfway across campus.

Only then did she finally let out a breath she'd clearly been holding.

"Oh my God."

Beau looked down at their still-intertwined hands.

Neither of them had let go.

"So..." he said quietly.

"...Boyfriend?"

She groaned.

"I panicked."

"I noticed."

She buried her face in her free hand.

"This is so embarrassing."

A laugh escaped him.

"What are friends for?"

She looked up again.

There was hope in her eyes now.

Dangerous hope.

"...Would you maybe..."

He already knew what she was about to ask.

"...keep pretending?"

Beau's heart skipped.

Just once.

"...For a little while?"

He should have said no.

He should have remembered that pretending to date the girl he'd loved in silence for over a year was probably the worst idea he'd ever heard.

Instead...

He smiled.

"Guess we're dating."

And somewhere across campus...

Dean Di Laurentis looked out of the rink windows just in time to see his best friend walking hand in hand with his little sister.

He nearly dropped his water bottle.

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jealousy, jealousy

dean di laurentis x fem!graham!reader

summary: dean hates it when random guys flirt with you, but that doesn’t mean he’s in love with you … right?

friends to lovers

warnings: alcohol consumption, the boys love teasing dean, protective brother garrett, mutual pining & yearning dean hihi

word count: 2.9k

a/n: based on this request! i hope you like it <3

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for some reason, dean’s eyes kept wandering along the sea of people, eventually finding you. it happened so naturally, as if his brain had decided that wherever you were was automatically where his attention belonged.

you were absolutely impossible to look away from tonight. you and the girls had claimed the tiny patch of open floor near the jukebox almost an hour ago. there wasn’t much room; just enough space for a handful of people to dance without bumping into tables.

hannah had one hand wrapped around yours while the other held her drink dangerously close to spilling; the two of you were singing along to a song dean vaguely recognized. neither of you knew half the words, but that wasn’t stopping you.

grace was laughing too hard to sing at all because every few seconds she’d double over before standing back up just in time to point at allie. the latter had somehow convinced a random guy to participate in whatever ridiculous dance she’d invented, “left! no your other left!”

allie spun away before he could answer, immediately grabbing grace instead, “you’re up.”

“absolutely not,” grace looked horrified.

“oh, absolutely yes.”

grace’s wide blue eyes found the others, “hannah?!” the brunette, however, shook her head with a laugh, “don’t drag me into this.”

you were laughing so hard now that dean could see tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. he wondered — not for the first time, if you had any idea what your laugh did to people.

“earth to dean.”he blinked, slowly tearing his eyes away from you to find logan staring at him, “what’s she doing now?”

“who?”

“your girlfriend,” at his friend’s declaration, dean nearly choked on his drink. “she’s not—”

logan shrugged, “alright, future girlfriend.”

“still not.”

a grin creeped upon logan’s lips, “sure.”

dean looked back toward the dance floor; you were dancing with hannah again now. the two of you had abandoned any attempt at following the beat and had decided to just copy each other’s movements.

he laughed quietly into his bottle. he couldn’t help it; watching you with the girls had always felt easy. you all fit together so naturally.

eventually you stepped away from the dance floor, still laughing at something hannah had called after you. whatever it was made you glance back over your shoulder with an expression somewhere between disbelief and amusement, your head shaking as you pointed accusingly toward her.

dean found himself smiling again. it was becoming embarrassing how little effort it took.

you finally looked away from the girls, bringing the empty glass in your hand up as if only just remembering why you’d stopped dancing in the first place. your brows pinched together as you gave the glass a tiny shake. it was completely empty.

your gaze wandered, skimming over crowded tables, groups of strangers, people standing shoulder to shoulder near the dartboards before landing effortlessly on the booth tucked against the wall. there were dozens of people packed inside malone’s tonight, but your eyes had found theirs immediately.

you lifted your empty glass into the air, then pointed toward the bar. it was a silent question garrett understood immediately; raising his own bottle in acknowledgment before giving you an exaggerated thumbs-up.

a laugh escaped your lips, rolling your eyes in that familiar way that always seemed reserved exclusively for your brother. dean watched you mouth “come on.”

garrett mouthed something along the lines of “don’t spend your money” back.

logan followed the exchange before grinning to himself, “she’s coming over.”

you started weaving through the crowd. someone stepped into your path carrying three beers balanced precariously in one hand, but you sidestepped without even breaking stride. another group shifted unexpectedly, forcing you to slow for a moment before slipping between them with a quiet “sorry.”

you finally reached the booth, exhaling dramatically as you dropped into the empty space beside garrett, “i think i just fought for my life getting over here.”

logan looked toward the packed crowd behind you, “that’s dramatic.”

“someone elbowed me.”

“having fun?” garrett reached over, taking the empty glass from your hand before spinning it idly against the tabletop.

“yeah,” your smile lingered for another moment before your attention drifted toward the cluster of empty glasses and bottles scattered across the table. “you guys have done some damage.”

tucker shrugged, “hydration baby.”

a giggle escaped your lips as you shook your head before gathering the glasses into a neat stack, “okay, next round’s on me.”

the words had barely left your mouth before garrett was already shaking his head, “you don’t have to do that.” he reached for one of the empty glasses before you could.

“i invited everyone,” you shook your head, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“that doesn’t mean you’re paying.”

“i want to,” there wasn’t anything argumentative about the way you said it. dean noticed garrett hesitate for the briefest moment. he knew that tone; once you’d made your mind up about something, convincing you otherwise was usually a waste of energy.

garrett looked at you for another second before letting out a quiet sigh through his nose, “fine.”

you smiled, pleased with yourself, before beginning to collect the empty cups scattered across the table. however, there were more than you’d realised. you tried balancing everything against your chest, carefully shifting the stack until it felt stable enough to carry.

for a second it looked like it might actually work, then one of the cups slid sideways, but you caught it against your forearm before it could fall.

before dean really thought about it, his chair scraped quietly against the floor, already on his feet, “here.” he reached for the glasses in your hands, taking nearly half the stack before you had the chance to object.

your fingers brushed for the briefest second as he steadied one of the cups, “you don’t have to,” though your grip had already relaxed.

carefully, he lifted a few of the glasses from the top of the stack, making sure everything left in your hands was balanced before stepping back, “better?”

you shifted the lighter stack once before nodding, “definitely.” an easy smile tugged at your lips, “thanks.”

“anytime,” the word slipped out so naturally that dean barely thought about it. because it was true; if you asked, he’d help.

you started toward the bar, waiting just long enough for him to fall into step beside you before weaving through the crowded room together.

the narrow spaces between tables had all but disappeared beneath groups of students drifting from one conversation to another, drinks balanced in their hands as they laughed over music that seemed to grow louder with every song.

you moved through it carefully, turning sideways to slip between two tables before muttering a quick apology to someone whose chair you’d almost bumped.

the bar came into view a few moments later, three people already waiting ahead of you. a small sigh escaped your lips as you leaned your hip against the counter, “guess we’ve got time.”

dean set the glasses down beside yours, “looks like it.”

the bartender caught your eye from the opposite end of the counter, lifting a finger in silent acknowledgment before finishing another order. you smiled back just as dean leaned one elbow against the polished wood. he didn’t mind waiting, at least, not when it meant standing here with you.

the conversation drifted naturally after that, bouncing from one topic to another the way it always seemed to.

“excuse me,” a guy stood a couple of stools away, beer bottle balanced loosely in one hand. he smiled when you looked at him, “sorry to interrupt.”

“it’s okay.”

“i just wanted to say,” he rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile, “i think you’re really pretty.”

you blinked, clearly caught off guard, “oh.” a small smile spread across your face, “thank you.”

“i was wondering if i could buy you a drink.”

you glanced down at the collection of empty glasses sitting in front of you and a quiet laugh escaped your lips, “that’s really nice, but i’m actually ordering for everyone.”

“even better,” he smiled again, “i’ll buy yours.”

before you could answer, dean reached forward, sliding the empty glasses a little closer to himself, “we’re good.”

the guy looked over at him, “sorry?”

dean nodded toward the bartender, “we’re already ordering.” you glanced sideways at him for a second before looking back at the stranger, “i appreciate it, though.”

“right,” the guy nodded slowly, raising his brows for a second before smiling again, “i’m ryan.”

dean listened in as you told him your name, picking up one of the empty glasses and turning it slowly between his fingers. his jaw had tightened but he didn’t say anything.

“you come here much?”

“sometimes,” you shrugged.

“wish i’d run into you sooner.”

you smiled politely at his shameless flirting; it was the same polite smile you gave almost everybody.

dean’s fingers stopped moving. the glass sat perfectly still in his hand now, as the bartender still hadn’t made it over.

“so,” ryan shifted a little closer, “any chance i could get your number?”

dean let out a quiet sigh of relief when the bartender finally arrived before you could answer, “what can i get you guys?” the former answered before you could even open your mouth, “five beers and two vodka cranberries, thanks.”

the bartender nodded, already reaching for glasses. the interruption was enough; the moment had passed. ryan stood there another second before giving you an apologetic smile, “guess i picked a bad timing.”

dean finally looked at him, “you could say that.”his voice stayed even; there wasn’t any hostility in it. but it was the kind of tone that quietly closed a conversation without needing to say this is over.

ryan seemed to pick up on it, because his smile faltered just enough that dean caught it, “right.”he glanced toward you one last time and shrugged lightly, “worth asking.”

you offered him an apologetic smile, “i hope you have a good night.”

“you too,” with one last nod, he disappeared back into the crowd, swallowed almost immediately by the sea of people gathered around the bar.

the moment he was gone, the bartender returned carrying the first round of drinks, “five beers and two vodka cranberries.”

he slid them across the polished counter one by one. you smiled, taking three of the glasses from him carefully before thanking him. dean gathered the rest of the beers without saying much.

the crowd had barely thinned by the time the two of you started making your way back toward the booth. people squeezed past in both directions, forcing you to slow every few steps as someone laughed a little too loudly or stopped in the middle of the aisle to finish a conversation.

you glanced sideways at dean; he hadn’t said much since leaving the bar. his jaw was set and his attention fixed somewhere ahead. you frowned slightly, “what was that all about?”

“what?” he looked over.

“back there,” you nodded vaguely toward the bar behind you, “with that guy.”

his expression didn’t change, “what about it?”

“you were…” you searched for the right word, “kind of weird.”

he let out a short breath that might’ve been a laugh, “was i?”

“a little,” you looked at him for another second, “you basically dismissed him.”

“he was interrupting.”

“he was talking to me,” your brows knitted as you spoke.

“exactly.”

you blinked, “exactly?”

he seemed to realize how that sounded, “i mean…” he adjusted the bottles in his hand, “we were already ordering.”

“that’s all?”

“yeah,” he wasn’t looking at you anymore. instead, he stepped around a group of people standing in the middle of the walkway, waiting until you caught up beside him again before continuing, “i thought maybe he was bothering you.”

you tilted your head, “he wasn’t, he was actually really nice.”

“sure.”

you couldn’t help smiling, “you’re doing it again.”

“doing what?” he frowned.

“being weird,” another few steps passed while you watched him out of the corner of your eye, “were you trying to get rid of him?”

he answered a little too quickly, “no.”

you let the conversation drop. mostly because he was so insistent that nothing had happened. still, something about it lingered in the back of your mind. you’d known dean long enough to recognize when he was pretending something didn’t bother him. you just couldn’t figure out why.

beside you, dean finally risked a glance in your direction. you were already looking ahead again, carefully balancing the drinks as you navigated around another table. he reached out instinctively, steadying one of the beer bottles before it slipped from your grip, “careful.”

you glanced at him with a small smile, “thanks.”

by the time the booth came back into view, the music had changed again. whatever song had been playing when you’d left had long since disappeared beneath another one, louder than the last.

“finally,” logan reached for one of the beers the second dean set it down. “i was starting to think you guys got lost.”

“long line,” you sighed, sliding garrett’s glass across the table before passing another to tucker.

“or distracted,” logan added a little too casually.

both you and dean ignored him as your eyes found their way back toward the dance floor. hannah was already waving both arms dramatically over her head as allie pointed toward you the moment she noticed you looking.

you laughed, “i should go rescue them.”

logan looked toward the girls, “looks like they’re having fun.”

“trust me,” you smiled as you gather the two vodka cranberries and a beer, “they’re not stopping any time soon.”you balanced the glasses carefully in your hand, “don’t let garrett buy another round.”

your brother looked offended, “i heard that.”

“good,” you smiled sweetly, “i meant for you to.” then you were gone, slipping back into the crowd until the girls spotted you. dean smiled, his eyes following you as you slipped between tables.

“dude,” logan’s voice broke through his thoughts.

dean looked away from the dance floor, “what?”

the brunette wasn’t even trying to hide his grin anymore. he leaned comfortably against the booth, his glass dangling loosely from one hand, “what the hell was that?”

dean frowned, “what was what?”

“the bar, don’t go acting all confused on me now.”

dean looked down at his beer instead, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

a chuckle escaped from between logan’s lips, “yeah, you do.” there was no accusation in his voice. if anything, he sounded entertained. tucker rested both forearms on the table, “you were kind of obvious.”

dean looked up, “obvious? i wasn’t doing anything.”

“seriously?” tucker let out a disbelieving laugh, “you answered the guy before she could.”

“because we were ordering and he interrupted.”

“he complimented her.”

“same thing.”

garrett rubbed a hand over his jaw, watching dean carefully. he’d known him for years and long enough to recognize every tiny tell.

the way dean’s shoulders had squared when the guy stepped closer, the way his answers had gotten shorter, and the way he’d inserted himself into a conversation that hadn’t involved him. none of it had been deliberate; dean genuinely didn’t seem aware of what he’d been doing. he leaned back in the booth, “you know she could’ve handled it herself.”

the blonde nodded immediately, “i know.”

“then why’d you step in?”

dean hesitated, even if it was only for a second, “he was annoying.”

logan barked out a laugh, “to who? because she seemed perfectly fine.”

dean looked away. his fingers tightened almost absently around his glass, “she was just being nice.”

“exactly,” logan pointed across the room toward you, “she’s nice to everybody.”

“i know.”

“then what’s the problem?”

dean didn’t answer, causing the silence to stretch for a moment as garrett watched him quietly. eventually he sighed, “just tell her how you feel.”

dean gave a small, humorless laugh, “there’s nothing to tell.”

“come on dude,” logan groaned, “you’re obviously in love with her.”

dean immediately shook his head as he looked back toward the dance floor. you’d thrown your head back laughing at something grace had done.

his expression softened before he could stop it, but garrett noticed, so did logan and tucker. none of them said anything right away, though, because the answer had been written all over dean’s face.

garrett followed his gaze until he found you again. his little sister, still laughing, and still completely unaware that four people were talking about her only a few yards away. he was quiet for a long moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice had lost most of its teasing, “i’m not exactly thrilled by the idea.”

dean looked over and garrett gave a small shrug, “you’re one of my best friends and she’s my sister.”

dean nodded once, “i know.”

“which means if you ever hurt her…” he let the sentence trail off before he smiled faintly, “but i also know you, and i trust you.”

the words settled over the table. dean didn’t know what to say to that; he wasn’t sure there was anything to say.

logan broke the silence first, “well,” he lifted his glass, “that’s about as close to a blessing as anyone’s ever getting.”

tucker laughed quietly, “better not waste it.”

dean looked back toward the dance floor and as though you’d somehow sensed it, you glanced across the room. your eyes found his almost immediately causing you to smile. without thinking, he smiled back.

logan watched the exchange, then slowly looked at garrett, “and he still thinks she’s just being friendly.”

garrett only shook his head, “idiot.”

dean heard neither of them.

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we're just friends

author's note: i was halfway through writing my steve harrington fic that i realized i didn't even finish this request a poor soul sent me weeks ago. i'm so sorry to that pour soul and hope that this satiates your needs!

words: 3.9k+

summary: four times that you and beau are "just friends" and one time you aren't.

warnings: kissing, pining (maybe), oblivious idiots, the whole gang is here, reader wears a nightgown lol, made up people, probably some grammar mistakes, very rushed ending as i needed to get this done lol, if i missed any please let me know.

1. First semester of freshman year

You and Beau first met at freshmen orientation. Put into the same group for some boring activity that you were sure was a waste of time, but Beau made it worthwhile. Cracking jokes, poking fun at the orientation leader for the jokes he was making, and making comments on some of the answers other people would give for the icebreakers. Someone said their favorite was only online, and Beau gave you a knowing look that caused you to laugh out loud, successfully interrupting the person sharing. Your face darkened, and you hid behind your hands. Beau snickered the whole time, a huge smirk on his face.

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