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๐ฃฒ featuring โ dean di laurentis x fem!reader
๐ฃฒ contains โ reader being roommates with allie and hannah ; reader being an overthinker
๐ฃฒ author's note โ i hope u enjoy reading this as much as i loved writing it!!
It was a Saturday morning and you were still in bed, the sun gently peaking through your window blinds. You eventually yawned, sitting up and stretching your back. Then you heard your phone buzz, which was unusual for you, especially during weekends. Maybe it was either Hannah or Allie texting you that breakfast was ready, but everyone knew that the three of you were too lazy to have a proper meal to begin your day. And your intuition proved you right: it was a text from an unknown number.
What the hell. It would have been believable, except you spent your Friday night with your roommates binge-watching Love Island while lazily snacking. And also, you literally never give your number to people you just met. You give the stranger a genuine reply.
You scoffed, instantly typing back.
You see three dots appearing in the conversation before they disappear. Then they reappear. It seemed you caught that stranger off guard.
This is when you decide to ignore your phone: either way, that stranger went silent. You decide to get up, open your window blinds, brush your hair and finally throw on an oversized sweater over your pyjama top. You leave your room, finding Hannah and Allie on the couch, already watching Love Island again.
"Without me? Girls! I literally just woke up."
Allie turns to face you, a Cheeto hanging out of her mouth. You theatrically gasp when Hannah mimics her, a Cheeto also shoved in her mouth.
"In my defense, Hannah totally insisted we should rewatch yesterday's episodes to judge the fashion."
All three of you giggle and you eventually join them on the couch, finding yourself munching on Cheetos too. This is exactly when your phone buzzes against your lap. You ignore it, but it vibrates again ten seconds later. Hannah glances down at your lap while Allie is too focused on the TV. You lazily unlock your phone to open the conversation with the mysterious stranger.
And then a picture follows. You don't even have the time to look at it that Hannah lets out the quietest gasp. But it was enough for Allie to turn towards Hannah because of the noise, and they both looked down at your phone screen.
"Is that Dean Di Laurentis?" They both excitedly say in perfect sync.
You finally stare down at your phone. You take some time to look at the picture. Firstly, you see a pair of defined and glistening abs. Then your gaze trails up towards the face tied to it. Well, that face was recognizable everywhere. It was indeed Dean fucking Di Laurentis.
"Holy shit." You breathe out.
"Are you sexting him?" Allie quickly adds, instantly pausing the show.
"Are we talking about the same person? She doesn't do sexting." Hannah continues.
"Well if it isn't sexting, then she's definitely onto something."
"We all know she keeps hating on hockey guys. It's basically a sacred rule here."
"What about Garrett, uh?" Allie smirks.
"Not the topic!" Hannah shoots back.
"So, what's the tea girl?"
You helplessly look at Allie when she asks the question. Excellent question. There is no tea, considering this is just a misunderstanding with a really, really handsome guy. You simply showed them the conversation, telling them you had no interest in maintaining it, and they both agreed. Dean seemed like trouble and you tend to stay out of it anyway. Allie resumed Love Island and you didn't hear from Dean anymore.
Well, for someone wanting to stay out of trouble, you failed successfully. Truth is, you were overthinking the situation. You felt bad about leaving his text unanswered, so you eventually replied to his picture the same day, late at night. You sent Dean a selfie, eventually proving to him you guys were strangers. When you thought the conversation would stop after the misunderstanding was solved, you didn't expect him to keep texting you.
It has now been a month and the daily texting was a part of your routine. Friendly texts turned into banter, and banter turned into serious flirting. You couldn't even believe it yourself. You even nicknamed him "Prince Charming" no, not the Disney one. The one from Shrek. Same hairstyle, same person right?
This felt weird because the two of you had never met on campus. Not that the idea revulsed you, you simply feared it wouldn't be the same. Texting was easy, flawless and it gave you the time to think about a reply that just felt right. Hiding behind a screen was always easier to communicate your feelings: when you were in front of people, your thoughts were too tangled and you had a hard time speaking up. Well, except when you were around trusted people like Allie and Hannah.
You obviously trusted Dean too, but something about him felt intimidating. Something about a popular hockey player and some random campus girl was intimidating. What would the others think? And also, why are you overthinking this now? You guys are literally not a couple. Just good friends. Who happen to flirt most of the time. But the current situation was perfect for you: just a bunch of texts, away from the public eye, away from other people prying.
But you could feel that Dean yearned for more: he yearned to hang out with you in person. Every once in a while, he would ask you to come to a hockey game or come to a party. You always declined. He was never vexed, but you started feeling bad about pushing him away. Again, it is not that you didn't want to meet him. Your brain was just scared and imagined a thousand scenarios about how this could go wrong.
You feel a shiver running down your spine. Was this going to be the whole "I love you, I can't stop thinking about you" talk? Oh God. Please no. This is too soon. You don't reply and Dean keeps texting.
And yet, you are still mortified. You stare at the three moving dots, biting your lower lip as you expect literally anything. Mostly something negative, but you don't know. Then his message pops up.
You gulp. Well, that was straightforward, but that was less horrible than what you were expecting. You still take a few minutes to think. This might be the only opening you're gonna have, because there is no way you will willingly talk about it ever again. Dean is offering you his hand and you are wondering if you should take it. You take a few deep breaths before finally typing back. It takes you a few minutes to submit your answer.
You wish you could stop typing. But you can't. The fact that he is reading your texts as you send them is stressing you out.
You wait a few minutes. Dean read your messages, but he wasn't replying to them. A million thoughts crossed your mind: maybe he would block you, or maybe he would give you a humble thumbs-up reaction, or maybe he was showing the text to his friends. You sigh, burying your face in your pillow, lifting your head to check your phone every ten seconds.
You read his text once. Twice. Thrice. Many, many times. You couldn't believe it, it was like he ticked all the boxes on the "How to reassure an overthinker" list. Your heart eventually stopped racing and you found your body relaxing to his reply. This is exactly what you needed to hear. It was in the way he paid attention to everything you said, not trying to minimize your feelings, or telling you you would be okay. You also notice how his spelling became more serious, as if he genuinely were valuing the moment.
The two of you conclude that you will meet this exact Friday at your place. You would only have to tell Hannah and Allie to leave for the night, but that would be no trouble. You knew these two would have your back anyway. Actually, this was a good time to call for a girls' meeting. You text the group chat you had with them.
It was finally Friday. Hannah and Allie became your personal advisers since you shared the whole Dean "thing" a few days ago. They would playfully mention him every single time just to catch you blushing. Holy shit, you liked him more than you thought. Allie classified this as your first date, so you obviously had to make a killer first impression. So here you were in Allie's room, getting a complete makeover while Hannah sat in the back with her guitar and her notes.
"Are we sure this is okay?"
You say, worrying about the way your reflection looked. You weren't a huge makeup fan, but Allie made sure she gave you the tiniest makeover ever: just enough to enhance your natural features without transforming them. Hannah gives you a big thumbs-up while Allie frowns.
"Girl, you shouldn't doubt my makeup skills."
"I'm not! I'm just worried this isn't... Me, you know?"
"You look gorgeous. Trust me."
You give her a nod, biting your inner cheek while staring at your face. It'll be alright. Do men even notice makeup anyway? You feel your gaze drift away as Allie fixes your hair with hairspray. She puts her hands on your shoulders, whispering in your ear.
"Dean already loves you, trust me. Now go get dressed."
You come back a few minutes later, awkwardly standing in Allie's doorway. Although you picked an outfit you are used to wearing, you suddenly felt self-conscious. Pampering yourself for a boy was something you never did before, and you were worrying that you either did too much or not enough. Before you could let your thoughts sink in, Hannah speaks up.
"You're so pretty. How are you feeling?"
"I'm gonna shit myself." You blurt out with a chuckle.
"Then make sure you do it before he gets here." Allie laughs.
"Remember to try and communicate your feelings. From what you told us, it looks like Dean only wants you to feel comfortable. Don't worry about him being upset if you are nervous. If it doesn't go well, text us, alright?"
You shyly nod and before you can think further, there's a knock on your door.
"Special delivery's here!" Allie rushes out of her bedroom.
You can see her opening the door while you exit her room, Hannah following. There he is. Dean Di Laurentis. Even more impressive in real life, you had to admit. He casually stands in the doorway, brushing his hand through his hair while he holds a takeaway bag.
"Hey." He says, addressing everyone in the room, but he is looking at you.
In the meantime, Allie and Hannah are leaving the place. They sneak past the doorway and give you a wink behind Dean's back. You invite him in and you already feel more than awkward. This is when he speaks up.
"As your humble Prince Charming, I made sure to deliver you your favorite meal." His smirk brightens as he looks at you.
"Oh, my prince, you shouldn't have. I'm flattered." You mimic him, inviting him to sit on the couch.
He sets the bag down on the coffee table, opening it to set the food and drinks on it. You can't help but look at him, look at the way his movements are slow and gentle. He also picked your favorite drink, which you probably only mentioned once. You stay silent a bit too long, considering Dean speaks up.
"Nervous." You instantly reply, almost cutting him.
"I think I have the solution. Can I use your TV?"
You nod, giving him the remote control. His fingers brush yours, such an innocent but also deliberate gesture. Your skin is almost tingling from the contact. Dean opens Netflix and puts the Shrek movie on. It gets a giggle out of you.
"You might be onto something, Prince Charming."
This is when Dean catches you off guard. As you sip on your drink, you can hear him starting to sing along to All Star. Your head darts in his direction as he seriously keeps singing, a smile beaming on his face. He doesn't stop here. He stands up. Grabs the TV remote. Uses it as a fake microphone and you can't help but look at him, moving your head to the song's rhythm.
This interaction was strangely comforting, because even if to most people this would have been considered ridiculous, it was actually endearing. This was Dean's own way to tell you: "Hey, let's be weird together." And it worked. When the chorus finally arrives, you stand up too. You steal his makeshift mic and start singing along, his voice joining yours as the two of you parade around the room, ending your tour on the couch as the song ends and the movie continues. It somehow felt so natural and easy to be yourself around him.
"How are you feeling now?"
"Amazing."ย You admit, a shy smile forming on your face.
By the time the two of you finish your takeaway dinner, you snuggle next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. As the movie goes on, you feel Dean's arm wrapping around your shoulder, your eyelids getting heavier. You don't even try to fight it: your body is slowly relaxing next to his, promising you a power nap. The last thing you hear is his laugh.
You eventually wake up in your bed, immediately finding Dean sitting at the edge of it, watching you slowly come back to the living world. You squint your eyes, a yawn escaping your lips as you sit up.
"Did I fall asleep? I'm sor-"
"No, no more apologizing for things that aren't your fault." He says it with a playful tone, although he genuinely means it.
There is a comfortable silence between the two of you. He just looks at you and you stare back at him, lost in the moment. Was this it? Was this the end of your night? But you didn't want it to end, not when everything felt this right.
"By the way, someone drooling on my shoulder is a first for me."
"Hey!" You playfully hit him in the shoulder.
"I really enjoyed our date, though. I mean it."
"Me too. I don't know how you did it, but you managed to help me relax so quickly, so thank you."
"I was just being amazing. As usual." He rolls his eyes, anticipating another hit from you by blocking it.
"Can I see you again?" You ask, biting your inner cheek. There are little chances he will say no, but your brain is always making you doubt.
"I won't let you go." Dean tilts your chin up, making sure your eyes are locked with his. "I promise."
The sudden proximity makes your heart faint and your cheeks blush. You couldn't help but look at his lips until your thoughts escaped your mind before you could stop them.
"I think I really want to kiss you."
"I think I would love that."
Hand still on your chin, Dean closes the gap by sealing his lips with yours. Your arms naturally wrap around his neck, inviting him closer. This kiss is slow, gentle and warm, everything you ever wished for.
๐ฃฒ dividers โ @/cursed-carmine
๐ฃฒ author's note โ thoughts about the way i set the texts? figured it would be more immersive, but i don't really know tbh so any opinion is welcome tyy