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I know, I know, I still need to do my new Joe keery smau, and that is on the way!! but I've been too obsessed with dean to nothing about him, so here it is.
Face Claim is Chase Infiniti but imagine you wants babes!
p.s Before we start I want to say that reader is a up and coming actress who took time off at briar to be in One Battle After Another, The film just came out.
Enjoy xo
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yournameofficial: Back at it again
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user1: Waittt she goes to briar??
Alliehayes: This hottie is back 😍
-> you: noooo you're the hottie 😘
HannahWells: I can't wait for the shenanigans
-> you: you're gonna get so sick of me..
user2: why did she even go back??
user3: I can't wait for the college content!!
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iMessages:
Hockey House 🏒
Dean: wait, the girl in that one popular movie that just came out goes to our school??
Tucker: You haven't seen her plastered everywhere because she's in it?/
Garrett: I remember her being in my math class freshman year, she seems cool
Logan: Yeah, I loved her in One Battle After Another
Dean: I need to go see that movie
Dean: She's hot, gotta support the girls on the campus
Tucker: Leave that girl alone, she probably wants to lay low
Dean: I'll catch her at the games, she has to go to at least one
Garrett: why is dean trying so hard to see her?
Logan: After a few days, he'll move on to another girl on campus
Dean: Rude! I love women, I'm just trying to appreciate her for who she is as a person, and I can't do that without meeting her
DeanDiLaurentis: Another win. Let's keep this streak going.
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puckbunny1: Malones?
->DeanDiLaurentis: Hell yeah
user7: Another great game!
GarrettGraham: LET'S GOO BABYY
-> DeanDiLaurentis: NOTHING CAN STOP BRIAR
user8: When is the next one?
puckbunny2: Don't tell the others you're my favorite player
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You step into Malones, after a full day of press, you are so tired but Allie and Hannah begged you to come entertain them while they worked.
What you didn't know was it was an after party for Briar's hockey team, after yet another win.
You scan the room seeing Allie waiting tables and Hannah waiting for orders in the kitchen. The room is filled with people, including girls all over the players, you can hear the sounds of people playing pool, and the music in the background.
"y/n you're here!" Allie says excitedly giving me a quick hug "we will catch up later, I have a table I need to go to, but please have some fun! we have to reintegrate you into college life" She laughs, and you follow suite.
So you do exactly that, you get yourself a drink and mingle around the restaurant.
Dean is Dean. He is flirting with every girl he can get his eyes on. he's messing around with his teammates/roommates. He does this till he gets his eyes on you. He finds you dancing with a drink in your hand, so worry free.
"Guys, isn't that her?" Dean points you out to Garrett and Logan
"Don't even try" Logan immediately responds
"Why?" Dean questions
"She obviously doesn't want to hang out, leave that girl alone" Garrett answers
"I mean I have to try..." Dean says before walking towards you
"He is gonna come back defeated" Logan says before taking a sip of his drink, and Garrett laughs
...
You feel a presence behind you, so while turning around you see this blonde muscular man that has been talking to every girl he can find at this party
"Hello?" You say in a confused tone
"I'm dean" He goes for a hand shake
"Oh! you're the guy from my instagram comments" You point out
"I play hockey at briar, I'm the reason we win" Dean explains
"you are... well I've only ever heard of Garrett in the briar news, so far I only know you as the guy who likes to talk to girls" You respond
"I'm so honored, Hey you should come to one of our games one time, there is a whole section for the fans" He smiles
"That's too bad, I'm not a fan." you frown
"Well I know you're busy being Ms.Hollywood, I get it, but you would be doing yourself a disservice if you didn't see me in action" Dean leans closer
"You're right, I'm to busy to watch playboys beat up others on the ice, I'm here to get my degree" You bite back
"okay, Ms.Hollywood..." dean lifts arms in surrender
"I better get going but it's was so interesting to meet you playboy..." You say walking away
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Dean walks back over to Garrett and Logan, whom is now joined by tucker
"Did you fail buddy?" Garrett asks
"She is playing hard to get, but it only makes me want it more" Dean puts his head down
"Maybe that's a sign to leave her alone" Logan emphasizes
"What if it's different this time?" tuckers says
Everyone pauses for second
"No, what was I thinking" Tucker laughs with the other boys joining in
little do they know that Dean thinks differently, and that he is determined to make you like him
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you: hey! I had to get out of there, weird boys started hitting on me lol, lets get lunch tomorrow
Allie: Awwww, okay... I get it
Allie: I bet it was dean, always in every girls business
you: briar can be aesthetic if you try hard enough
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User9: you are so underrated
user10: Which bar is that?
->user11: I'm pretty sure it's Malones, it's near that campus
DeanDiLaurentis: I can be aesthetic
->you: who told you, you can be here
-> DeanDiLaurentis: the internet
Alliehayes: you make it aesthetic
-> you: no you!
HannahWells: This weekend was the best!
-> You: We need to do it more often!!!
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a/n: I hope you guys like it!! I got a computer #feelingmoreconfidentwithactuallywriting! it won't be fully socials, but it will still be social media mostly throughout the chapters I don't usually write in third person so I'm so if it lowkey sucks... Also not Joe so, testing the water with dean
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Ciaphas Cain should have know 'routine patrol' was code for disaster. But on this Emperor forgotten dustball called Desertium he never saw the shadows coming. This is the beginning of a several chapters long story in which Ciaphas Cain yet again will find out the universe and the Emperor have a cruel sense of humor.
This is just the start of a saga.
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If I'd known that accepting a routine patrol assignment on Desertium would lead to one of the most harrowing experiences of my career then I would have developed a sudden and convenient case of Tallarn Fever. But then if I'd possessed that sort of prescience I likely would have avoided half the 'glorious victories' attributed to me by popular legend.
Desertium. Even the name suggested the creative bankruptcy of whoever had first surveyed this Emperor forsaken rock. Imagine taking every unpleasant quality of a desert world, the heat, the dust, the general tendency toward trying to kill you through dehydration and removing anything remotely interesting like ancient xenotech ruins or valuable mineral deposits. What remained was Desertium: a planet so unremarkable that the Administratum had forgotten to collect tithes from it for the past three decades.
We were there because someone had finally remembered the place existed.
"Sir, motion detector's picking up something" Jurgen announced, his voice carrying that perpetual wheeze that suggested his respirator needed cleaning. Again. "About two hundred meters, bearing zero-three-five."
I peered through the dust haze that passed for atmosphere in this miserable excuse for a settlement. The ruins of Hab-Complex Kharsis stretched before us like broken teeth, remnants of an optimistic colonization effort that had withered when the settlers discovered there was absolutely nothing worth staying for. Most had left. The rest had died. Standard Imperial colonization outcome, really.
"Probably just debris shifting in the wind" I said with considerably more confidence than I felt. My paranoia, which I prefer to call situational awareness, was itching like a fresh recruit's trigger finger. "But let's check it out anyway. Jurgen, with me. Sulla, take your squad and sweep right. Maintain vox contact."
Captain Sulla snapped off a salute that could have cut glass. "Yes, sir! The Emperor protects, Commissar!"
"Indeed He does, Captain" I replied, already regretting putting her in charge of the sweep team. Sulla's enthusiasm for finding enemies to shoot was matched only by her talent for finding them which was exactly the sort of thing that made my life more dangerous than necessary.
The ruins smelled of rust and decay, mixed with Desertium's native scent of sun baked nothing. Our small patrol, myself, Jurgen, Sulla's squad of eight Valhallans and a handful of local PDF who looked like they'd rather be literally anywhere else, picked through the rubble with weapons ready.
That's when the screaming started.
Not human screaming. Something worse. The guttural, enthusiastic roar of orks discovering something to fight.
"Contact!" someone shouted unnecessarily as if the war cries of approximately forty greenskins weren't sufficient indication.
They came boiling out of the ruins like green-skinned fungi which technically speaking they were. Choppas raised, shootas blazing with typical ork accuracy (which is to say none whatsoever), they charged with the mindless aggression that made them simultaneously the galaxy's greatest threat and easiest enemy to predict.
"Fall back to the intersection!" I ordered, already moving toward better cover. "Sulla, supporting fire!"
Las-fire crackled through the dust choked air. An ork's head exploded in a satisfying spray of fungal matter. Two more went down, then three. But there were always more orks. That was the problem with greenskins. Kill one and eventually ten more would sprout from the spores.
Jurgen's melta roared, turning a particularly large ork into constituent atoms with his usual efficiency. The man was a treasure despite the smell.
"Sir!" Sulla voxed. "There's something else! Something in the shadows on the north side... by the Emperor, it just killed three orks!"
I risked a glance and immediately wished I hadn't.
The figure moved like smoke given form, flowing from shadow to shadow with unnatural grace. Massive, power armored, leaving a trail of bisected orks in its wake. The armor was midnight blue, covered in flayed skin and skulls, marked with the lightning bolt of the VIII Legion.
A Night Lord.
Here. On Desertium.
Because of course there was.
My paranoia had been absolutely correct to be concerned and I made a mental note to trust it more often assuming I survived long enough to have more often.
"Traitor Astartes!" I bellowed which was both stating the obvious and giving the order to run away without actually saying 'run away'. "Fighting withdrawal! Back to the Chimeras!"
The Night Lord didn't seem interested in us. Yet. He was systematically butchering orks with a combination of chainblade and what appeared to be stolen Raven Guard lightning claws on his left hand. The efficiency was terrifying. The precision was worse.
Then he looked directly at me.
Even at this distance I could feel the weight of that gaze. Ancient. Malevolent. Amused.
He raised one clawed hand in what might have been a salute or a promise then melted back into the shadows as more orks charged his position.
"Move!" I encouraged my troops, practicing my leadership skills by being at the front of the withdrawal. "Sulla, covering fire! Jurgen, keep that melta ready!"
We made it back to the Chimeras with only two casualties. Both PDF, both unlucky enough to catch ork shootas rounds through gaps in cover. The vehicles roared to life as we piled in and I'd never been more grateful for armored transport.
"Did we just see what I think we saw, sir?" Sulla asked, eyes bright with the sort of fervor that got people killed. Usually me.
"A Traitor Astartes, yes" I confirmed. "Which means this ceased being a routine patrol about five minutes ago. Vox command. Tell them we need reinforcements, Inquisitorial support and possibly orbital bombardment coordinates."
"The Inquisition, sir?" one of the troopers asked nervously.
"Better the Inquisition asks uncomfortable questions than a Chaos Space Marine wears our skins as a coat" I replied with absolute sincerity.
As our Chimeras bounced across the desert, trailing dust plumes, I couldn't shake the image of that Night Lord's salute. It suggested recognition. Acknowledgment.
The beginning of a game I had no desire to play.
But then, since when did the universe care about what Ciaphas Cain wanted?
