𝐌 𝐀 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐊 𝟼𝟼
Professional Ride Operator, girls get on once and never forget the 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥.
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A canon portrayal of everyone’s favorite playboy Dean Di Laurentis. Mature themes are ahead. Minors and lewds stay in the penalty box.
book onto the table in front of her with a soft thud. One of her Shakespeare scripts all dog-eared, covered in her tiny, frantic notes in the margins.
“Found this in my room. Figured you might need it.”
Pushing open the door to Malone’s, the familiar jingle of the bell echoes announcing his arrival. He ignores the way his heart stumbles over itself the second his eyes land on her. Just for a moment, he’s rooted in his spot, gaze caught
on the way she sits alone in the corner booth, elbows on the table and a faint crease between her brows as she reads something.
He forces his feet forward before he can talk himself out of it. When he reaches the booth he doesn’t slide in across from her. He simply drops the
Things that keep me up at night, wondering how a guy like Sean scored a woman like Allie Hayes. Can’t say the sex must have been good because every sex position was turned down by Mr. Vanilla…
⤷ Feel like Dean would be the type to change Allie’s contact info a lot. It would start off as J-Lo to be funny, then he’d switch it to something more personal like Doe Eyes. He’d want to do Bambi but then he’d remember Bambi was a boy so he’d think of something else.
Bringing the joint to his lips, he inhales slow and deep, letting the smoke curl in his lungs before he exhales it toward the crackling fire. He could’ve been anywhere tonight. Instead, he is out here alone by the fire pit while his mind circles back to Allie.
Honestly he should have expected the text to follow but he’s still looking at it with slight surprise. He should just let it stay as 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 but he doesn’t have that kind of will power when it comes to her.
📲 J-Lo
💬 It has been lonely without him.
⤷ About to cook dinner and then I’ll be back. Think I finished all my owed replies. Definitely itching to get into some tension and angst between Allie and Dean.
Jesus, use your words, Dean. Heat crawls up his neck and he shakes his head furiously, jaw tight. “I mean, there are, there wasn’t just one reason for why I exploded tonight.”
More often than not he’s a closed book when it comes to feelings but given how everything is still fresh, he’s a little more open to talking about it. Ditching the bottle as a makeshift ice pack he lifts it to his lips and takes a sip.
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elbows propped on the counter, she nodded encouragingly like a decent therapist would.
if whatever transpired had him 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 riled up, it ought to be +
Just as he does that she mentions the word 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 and it’s enough to have him choke on the drink. Coughing as he swallows it down and then wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
“What?” Eyes comically wide. “Love? No, no I’m not, it’s not”
Honestly he should have been aware she would be the exception because from the moment he looked at her he couldn’t breathe. That’s never happened with anyone else.
That should have been the fucking tip off, then he could have avoided it all.