#Glen McReynolds

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The Best Cheese on Campus Everybody Wants Some!! (2016)

[msmoony7]

just watched everybody wants some and i am DISAPPOINTED that there’s like no fics on here. (yes i’m finding some but i expected there to be SOOOO many more. like these men r so hot). GET TO WORK!!!!

[lazywolfwiccan]

My favorite thing in Everybody Wants Some is when Mac loses the ping pong game, Kenny immediately holds out his beer for him knowing he was gonna get angry. Boyfriends

[bradshawssugarbaby]

tyler hoechlin in everybody wants some is literally the hottest thing i’ve ever laid eyes on

[strugglingwriterwattpad]

cherry bomb pt 2 - glen mcreynolds x reader

everybody wants some 2016 - Glen McReynolds x reader.

In 1980s Texas, college athlete Jake Bradford moves into the communal house of his baseball team. The roommates soon begin to navigate the ups and downs of growing up unsupervised. The houses are in need of renovation bringing in the new landlord that quickly takes Glen McReynolds, captain of the team interest.

Word count – 20,996 in total

With a firm knock at her door (Y/N) scrambled with her shoes swiftly opening it with a bright smile. "Holy shit." She heard him mutter. She was wearing an ivory, silk dress with shoulder sleeves, a tie in the middle and a tight bottom finishing mid-thigh. Her heels were delicate and brown matching his trousers. "You look amazing." He spoke grabbing hold of her hand and pulling her lightly out her door frame. Once she locked her door her attention moved quickly to him linking arms as they walked down the metal steps of her apartment complex. "Thank you. You look handsome too." She smiled. "Are we meeting the guys at the sound?" she asked watching him nod his head. "Thought you would want a little alone time." He whispered. "I also thought we could actually get to know each other instead of flirting." (Y/N) was shocked at his words not believing he actually wanted to get to know her as a person and not her body. "Well, what do you want to know captain?" she asked masking her state of shock. "Everything. Your major, your family, your interest. Who is (Y/N) landlord (S/N)"

"Well, I'm a senior, I major in business studies. I also study interior design on the side. I work for my dad in the building industry, but my main focus is the design side. I learnt the construction side if I take over the business. At the minute it's just me and Dad but I have an older brother, but he studies away." She paused for a moment worrying Glen. She smiled lightly memories flooding her brain from her childhood. "Surprisingly I really like baseball." His eyes widened with a big grin. "Seriously." He asks, she nodded. "There wasn't a girl’s team where I grew up, so I helped my brother when he was on the team. I had a really good swing before we stopped playing." Her smile quickly disappeared at the thought of her end to baseball wishing she had continued even if the industry was in favour of women's teams. "I wish I kept going." His mind was planning something for her as soon as she admitted to missing the game, hoping tomorrow he could help her.

The two quickly reached their destination following the line in and finding the group all attempting to pull a girl for the night. "Oh, yeah, 95 on the gun, official." Glen rolled his green eyes at the sound of Jay’s annoying voice hoping he wouldn't cause trouble for him tonight. Glen quickly pulled (Y/N) towards the table slipping her into the last seat and standing by her. "Could've gone to anywhere in Texas. I had a stack of offers about that high, that high." (Y/N) tried to pretend she liked Jay not wanting to hurt his feelings as she found him as annoying as the group did. "Were you drafted?" Finn asked knowing full well he wasn't. the blonde slipped the two late friends a beer smiling with a wink towards his captain. "Yeah, yeah. The Blue Jays almost picked me up, but I told them I'm going to college for a couple of years." (Y/N) looked up towards the gobby pitcher annoyed at his lie. "that's not true." She confirmed all the attention going towards her. "Oh yeah how would you know that princess." Jay mocked. (Y/N) placed a hand on Glen’s leg squeezing lightly before he could jump to her defence. "The blue jays don't draft high school graduates. They go after college graduates only, so their teams are of similar ages. They also go for a size which you clearly don't have." Her final comment hit Niles hard as the group laughed. "McReynolds was." Kenny interrupted. "Got drafted by the diamond backs last year." Glen finished. With the final comment, Jay marched away in a huff. "Fucking loser," Glen grumbled.

The night was slow for the rest of the group but Glen and (Y/N) enjoyed their time together, drinking laughing and dancing. For once in his life, Glen felt whole. Like the missing piece in his life had finally been filled by her. Her angelic smile, addicting laugh, glowing skin and perfect body. She was everything he could have dreamed of. And he was for her. In such a brief time he was able to wiggle his way into her broken heart, healing it with each touch and smile towards her. She loved it and hoped it would last a lifetime. "I wanna ask you something." He spoke twirling her before clutching onto her waist in a fast waltz. Before the two could converse, the room erupted in shouts. Their attention went towards the bar watching the team wrestle staff out of the way. Jay had started a fight. "Come on let's leave before they get dragged out." He ordered holding onto her tight as they raced out the doors.

"Don't bring your ass around here!" the group quickly followed the couple out being pushed and dragged by staff. Glen kept hold of (Y/N) the chilly air nipping her lightly realising she hadn't thought to bring a jacket or covering. "Bunch of fucking numb nuts!" Jay growled. "What the fuck, Niles!" Kenny argued smacking the pitcher across the head. "Well, that was ugly."

"I don't know, just based on an outsider's perspective, totally avoidable," Finn spoke. "Well, I'm a fucking raw dog, all right? Anybody who fucks with me, they don't get fucked with the back! They get fucking killed!" (Y/N) rolled her eyes at his statement soon catching on that all he did was lie and cause problems. "The only thing you killed tonight was the prospect of any of us getting laid!" coma argued. "Your fucking junkyard dog routine from fucking Detroit might make you feel tough, but it's not helping out any of your fucking teammates. Watch that shit in the future." Glen shouted. "Oh, shut up and walk your whore home!"

"Excuse me!" (Y/N)'s voice forced the group to shut up rage plastered all over her face. "don't start insulting me just because you've been caught out of your bullshit raw dog performance. The only thing you've got is a god complex dipshit."

"It's crazy we're fucking defending this guy," Jake spoke. "Let's go back to your place." Mac suggested, "Ignore him don't waste energy on that moron." She agreed to lead the two out of the carnage of Jay Niles.

Locking the door behind them, (Y/N) set her shoes down by her door sighing in relief. Glen walked his way towards her record player flipping through each album. (Y/N) raided her fridge for any sort of beverage finding her last two beers. As she closed the door, Glen picked a song. Nights in white satin. "a slow song?" she questioned passing him one of the two beers. He took the bottle reaching over for her own and placed them down on the coffee table. "One last dance for tonight?" he asked. She nodded her head quickly wrapping her arms around his neck. He took charge swaying their hips as they did at the sound machine. "You were gonna say something back at the sound?" she muttered, her glittering eyes never leaving his green pair. He smiled lightly at her, loving the feeling of her skin on his. It felt better in the confines of her home, they were alone, free to do as they pleased. And all he desired for once was to have this girl swaying to the music with him. "I was gonna ask you if you would consider with me." Her tilted head straightened itself out in shock. "Seriously?" she breathed her styled hair falling the cover her eyes slightly. Glen took his way out of her own for a second to swipe the fallen strands away, feeling the heat from her reddened cheeks. "Yeah. I know I don't have a good rap, but I want to change that. I really like you (Y/N), like I'm totally into you in a way I've never been with any girl." She smiled widely a little giggle escaped her lips. "I wanna prove it to you. If you'll let me."

The two had stopped swaying, completely focused on the conversation. She paused before speaking, trying to figure out what he really intended. She eyed his body language. His eyes were focused on her own, legs frozen in place and arms clutched to her like he was going to lose her any second. He was panicked and stressed. worried she would ask him to leave. But (Y/N) didn't want him to leave. She never wanted him to leave again. "I'll trust you Glen But seriously, any funny business and I'm gone. Don't make me regret it." McReynolds, a smile grew wide under his facial hair before moving his arms to wrap around her waist locking her in. "I promise, you won't regret it," he vowed placing a well-desired kiss on her cheek.

With a click on the door, Glen marched into his frat house with pride. The majority of the boys had split taking a girl into their rooms for the night. But Kenny and Plummer were left downstairs, drinking the remainder of their beers in light conversation. "Well here comes the man of the night. Where's our landlord?" Kenny smiled drawing the attention to Glen as he joined them on the sofa. "Miss landlord is at home. and your captain has got himself a captainess." He joked. The two teammates smiled widely patting his back with pride. "Dude congrats. How do you do it?" Plummer asked. "We went back to her place and just danced to her music. I asked her to give me a chance to prove I can change my ways." The boys watched their captain intensely, his demeanour had completely y changed from the arrogant senior to a man in love. Neither of them was brave enough to suggest the dreaded l word but deep down they knew their captain was in love. "So, you're gonna stop it all. the flirting the sex. Everything?" Plummer questioned. "For her? Fuck yeah!" Glen smiled.

The hangovers quickly had to be ignored as the team got ready for practice. Glen, Finn and Kenny all agreed to take (Y/N) to practice giving Glen much-deserved time with his new girlfriend. His two friends knew they were gonna lose their best bachelor to their landlord but gladly accepted it knowing he was happier around her than fucking the other girls that lined themselves up. "So (Y/N) what's your plan after college?" Kenny asked watching her through his wing mirror. Glen sat by her in the back their thighs brushing from the tightness of the back seats. "Nothing major just work for my dad. It depends on what he has planned. The idea was that my brother and I would go to college for business, and he would choose one of us to take over the business but I'm not planning on getting my hopes up." Finn turned to the back looking at her like she had insulted his own mother. "Are you shitting me! You're amazing. If he doesn't pick you to take over, your brother must be really fucking good." She smiled lightly as the other two laughed along with her. "Actually, he's terrible. But he also has to put into account most contractors we employ don't want to work with a girl let alone have a girl as a boss." The three sighed heavily at the idea of her losing her chance due to her gender. "Fucking assholes." Glen muttered. "that's the way it goes. I'm used to it. it was a lot harder to get their respect at the start but when I did a better job on my own than a whole group of guys it puts them in their place." Mac chuckled admiring his girlfriend's independence. "What about you guys? Planning on doing baseball after college?" she asked as they pulled into the field’s car park. All four of them stepped out into the sun and stood to wait for the rest of the group. "I'm assuming, Glen, you're really good to be drafted by the diamond backs." She smiled picking up her bag and following the trio into the dugout. "Well, I'm a captain for a reason." He teased with a wink. "If you wait here (Y/N) we’re gonna get changed. Be right back." She nodded her head lightly covering her eyes to block out the sun. Before she sat herself down, Mac jumped towards her sliding his dark shades onto the bridge of her nose. "can't have the sun in your eyes when I hit a home run." He smirked. His confidence seemed to rise allowing him to quickly place a kiss on her reddened cheek before catching up to Finn and Kenny.

"It's this physiological phenomenon where if you close your eyes, and someone puts a finger just below your chest bone, in your solar-plexus, it semi-paralyzes the upper torso... you can't sit up." Finn was in the middle of trying to convince Jake they had paralysed Nesbit. But Glen was in a world of his own as he hit his bat against his feet. The girl waiting outside wouldn't leave his mind. He knew he had to act on what he had promised her, planning their next date in his head. She was different to the typical flowers and dinner date. She wasn't high class expecting the world. But she was expecting him to try. And try he would. He just needed a bit of help. A hard smack snapped him out of his trance watching Brumley's bare ass rise from the floor it was once at. "Dude, did you see that?" Kenny asked. Glen shook his head turning back to the bat. "Come one man. you've been acting weird since last night." His friend sat beside him as they watched the group mingle before the game. "I like her Ken, she's different." He confessed. "Well, you've got her where you wanted her man. Take her out on a real date. Show her you're taking this promise seriously." He questioned once again he shook his head. "How about you invite her to the party next Saturday? Get some alone time with her, maybe do a bit of skinny dipping in the river." the two chuckled lightly. "Why don't you ask Perkins how he got his girlfriend to go out with him? if he says anything about feeding her from a trot, run."

The team had finished their warmup and had moved on to batting practice. Jay had made himself the pitcher making everyone groan wishing Willoughby was back from wherever he had gone. "don't watch (Y/N) he's like a kid having a tantrum." Jake joked making her sigh heavily. "I don't think he's very fond of me." She muttered not sounding very sad about the statement. "He just doesn't like it when he can't get his way. He wanted to try something with you and Glen put a stop to it. He called dibs on you like you were some toys." (Y/N) watched as Glen stood to bat next swaying the metal bat to get ready. "Glen did that the first day?" she asked. "you're kidding right? He might as well be in love with you. You do realise he hasn't even spoken to another girl since you came over since coach introduced you?" she shook her head biting down on her lower lip, her chest warming up at the thought of Glen. "no. I didn't know that." She whispered a newfound confidence in his promise.

"Hey, Detroit!" she snapped herself out of her daydream at glens angry shout. "Those fucking goggles, you can't use those to read. The schedule says, "batting practice." Scrimmage is later. What the fuck, man." Jay smacked his glove down to the ground creating a puff of dust as he did. "Yeah. All right, well, I'm not afraid to get this over with right here, right now." The whole team stopped everything turning all their attention to the two. "Get what over?"

"I'm a fucking pro prospect, too, and you know it. I'm not afraid to challenge you, man. And everybody else on this team. I'm sick of you getting all the girls, all the drinks. I'm better than all of you. I'm drafted. I'm a leader. in the raw dawg. And that prude you call your girl is pissing me off. Fucking bitch is all over you distracting us, fucking slut" (Y/N) neck snapped towards the pitcher, anger growing in the pit of her stomach. "I dare you to insult me when I'm closer Jay." She shouted, Jake, blocking her way onto the field. "it's not worth it." he reminded her holding her arm as Plummer held back Mac. "Shut his mouth, Mac," Plummer whispered. Mac looked back towards the dugout, (Y/N) rageful glare ruined by her eyes brimmed with tears. "All right? Okay, meat, you wanna try to make that starting rotation on your first BP session, huh? Be my guest." He aimed once again. (Y/N) watched from Jake's grip. She slid down the sunglasses eyeing his stance as the ball came flying towards him. with a hard swing, the ball went soaring into the sky ending up just outside the field marking a home run. "Go, Mac." She shouted clapping her hands.

"I think you've had enough, raw dog. Is that the best shit you got? That am not close to touching ninety, son. Whom are you fooling? Get that ball, I'll fucking sign it for you." The captain marched towards the dugout trying to ignore Jay's grovelling. You know, I will get the fucking ball. Do you know what I'll do? I'll shove it up your ass and I'll sign it! How's that sound?" the metal bat went down to the grass with a clank, Mac turned with force his anger getting the best of him. "Yeah, hey, do you know what, do what you do best, Niles, keep running that fucking mouth, 'cause it makes you feel better, right? Do you get your teammates in a fight and kicked out of a bar, 'cause you wanna look fucking tough? You insult a woman who's been nothing but good to us. You're fucking selfish, man! It's not about you! Go fuck yourself."

Glen finished his speech just one foot out of the dugout before marching down the steps towards (Y/N). She sat down, knees to her chest and he fought back the anger bubbling inside her stomach. "Ignore him," he spoke softly. "Please don't listen to him. you're not distracting us you're not a prude and you're not a slut." He situated himself down next to her placing his large hand on her knee looking for a sign he was doing something right. "I'm sorry if I'm distracting you all," she muttered into her legs just loud enough for him to hear. "Fuck no! If anything you make us work harder. I'm glad you're here." She looked up into his fern eyes with a light smile. "Jake told me you stopped Jay from trying anything with me. Why so early on?" he sighed heavily pulling himself closer to her to the point the warmth of her body was radiating onto him. "Because I knew he wasn't gonna treat you right."

"Is that it?"

"Well, I can't deny...you had my heart from day 1." He spoke with a wink. "I told you (Y/N). I really do like you. I just want to make sure I'm doing everything right." Her smile grew wider knowing everything she had told him over the last few days had stuck in his head. He was different from the rumours. He was kind and thoughtful. Almost loyal. That part she couldn't tell just yet. "We’re gonna go swimming after practice, Roper offered to swing by your apartment if you want to join?" she nodded her head lightly as he stood up placing a warm kiss on her forehead. As he leaned back, she pulled him towards her again, her lush lips brushing his own. His confidence grew closing the gap between the two. He had never felt a kiss so powerful but yet so innocent and light. she had never felt so much emotion through a single kiss. There was no lust, no smugness. Just pure innocent, teenage love. And they both loved it.

"All right, boys. All right, bring it up, bring it up! All right, listen up, good first practice. This is where it all starts. We're out here, ahead of all the other teams in the country, and we're gonna keep it that way and work hard all year, right?" the practice had finally ended with sore-muscled and trained freshers but not everything was done for their big welcome to the team. "All right then, boys, y'all be good." Perkins was the first to try and escape not being one to enjoy hanging out with the rest of his team. He failed his plan miserably with Dale wrapping his sweaty arms around the country boy. "Uh-uh-uh! Not so fast." He laughed maliciously. "We have a little tradition out here welcoming in the new guys," Finn explained. Kenny grabbed hold of two duffle bags unzipping them. "It's called a little bit of freshmen...Batting practice!" he picked up a roll of duct tape passing them around the group as they all laughed. "And a slight change of the rules. For your gobby mouth Niles, you'll also be joining them." Glen smiled grabbing the transfer and slamming him into the metal wall in the field. "I'm gonna enjoy every second of this." He growled pulling the tape apart to get started.

All five boys have finally taped up the wall each one at different heights and distances apart. (Y/N) had leant herself over the side of the dugout laughing loudly as the boys pelted the freshers with baseballs. "Woo!" she watched McReynolds enjoy his revenge, each ball he hit aimed straight at Niles which pissed off the lying raw dawg even more. "Hey (Y/N)! Your turn." Glen smiled swigging another bat towards his girlfriend. She smiled widely and quickly joined the group in their torture. "Hey Nile! Be very grateful you're wearing a guard right now because this ball would be going straight for your dick." She chuckled. "Like hell, you could aim that good!" he mocked. "Well see about that." Glen aimed, swinging the ball into her path and with a mighty clash the bat made contact with the ball. Each guy froze, the girl’s ball being the main focus. It quickly collided with Jay’s stomach earning a growl of pain. "Fucking bitch." He groaned. "that's my girl." Glen muttered, his strong arms around the front of her collarbones, his body resting on her back. "Told you I was a good hit." She smiled ignoring the looks from the team.

"Holy shit," Finn muttered as he, Glen and Kenny all entered her apartment one by one. The studio apartment was full of colour the only pieces of white were the small bits of wall peeking through all the decoration. "Sorry it's a bit...vibrant." (Y/N) laughed placing her bag on her dining chair. "I'll go grab a swimsuit. There are snacks under the record player if you want anything." As soon as she left to go into the bathroom the trio sat down on her mustard-coloured sofa moving hot pink cushions and zebra stripe throws from their seat. "Is she still upset about what Detroit said?" Kenny asked pocking the cactus that sat on the coffee table. "I don't think so. I think I distracted her enough." Glen chuckled. "Dude, you need a game plan."

"I'm gonna set the party up and walk to hers to meet her. I'm thinking to spend some time at the party and then go down to the river or maybe the field for some alone time. She doesn't strike me as a girl that likes dinner and a movie." the two teammates completely agreed with him seeing her as more of an adventurous type rather than a romantic, passionate person. "she's smart glen, she needs stimulation to stay curious, give her something to be curious about. And I don't mean your cock, I mean your brain. Give her a taste of what it's like to be with you. Again, I don't mean your cock."

Before Glen could reply, (Y/N) stepped out of the bathroom. Switching the light off as she folded a pink towel into a wash bag. "Ready to go?" she asked untangling her bikini strap underneath a light blue playsuit that hid her swimsuit underneath.

The team quickly descended into the river one by one. Each doing their own heavy splash into the water and wrapping themselves in the pool rings they had bought specifically for the river. "Say cheese, baby!" Kenny yelled wearing only his groin gear. Glen's attention moved towards the hill as his girl stepped carefully down. Her bikini was a pastel colour block design cupping her skin to push everything up. Finally, after questioning the dark design on her inner thigh, he could see the whole thing. Two cherries with the words cherry bomb top and bottom. He smiled widely as she dove in going deep into the water. Soon she resurfaced in the ring next to him wrapping her legs and arm to secure herself in. "Jesus it’s cold." She laughed. The couple quickly started their conversation ignoring the distance going bigger between them and the group. " Five bucks says hell fuck her tonight." Nesbit laughed. "Dude, you heard him," Finn groaned. "he's taking it slow. God, you just want to go, broke dude."

"Do you seriously think he'll wait? This is Glen McReynolds we’re talking about here." Plummer added. The group watched their captain, his smile growing wider at the sound of her angelic laugh. "he's changed." Finn muttered. Kenny dove down with a mischievous smile plastered on his face. After a couple of seconds, he resurfaces flinging the landlord into the freezing water. "Kenny!" she squealed her arms quickly wrapping around herself. Kenny turned towards his captain with a wink signalling him a chance to pick her up with a squeak of surprise. He placed her body on his own feeling her thighs against his own and her ass just brushing his hip. "Comfy?" he smirked watching the blush spread across her cheeks. She nodded her head lightly before resting her head on his toned shoulder. "So, cherry bomb?" he asked gaining confidence and brushing his fingers across her tattoo. "It was a drunk tattoo. My friends in high school dare me to since I played the sound on repeat for the full year." her grin grew at the memory remembering it was a pain to heal due to her thighs rubbing against each other. But she wouldn't get back to change it. she loved it. "I love it, cherry," he growled into her hair kissing and nibbling her ear as she blushed harder.

The group finally decided to step out of the water, Glen being first and grabbing her pink towel before his own. He wrapped the soft fabric around her body securing her into a cocoon-like grip. As they entered the house, he led her to the bathroom letting her dry off in privacy. "My shower stuffs still in there from last night you can use it if you want." He offered. "Thanks, I'll take you up on that offer." He nodded his head quickly leaving the room. He stepped upstairs into his room the flooring was finally complete enough for him to move back in. She rummaged through his drawers grabbed his biggest shirt and went back downstairs. He knocked lightly on the bathroom door listening to the sound of the water falling on the tiled floor. "(Y/N) I've got a shirt you can wear while your stuff dries off." He offered. "I've got a towel covering the window you can come in. Don’t get cocky." She spoke. He lightly stepped inside the steam escaping the small crack he left in the room. The only thing left of her for him to see was her legs making him weak at the knees. "This is torture, you know that right?" he joked placing the folded shirt on the side with her bag. "Good things come to those who wait." She smiled peering out from behind the makeshift towel curtain. "I can feel it, you're gonna be the best I've ever had." He smiled placing a kiss on her moist lips with a groan. The kiss was like nothing she had ever experienced before and on her nights the sound kisses were the main things she only felt comfortable giving out. But this was more than a kiss. Somehow, Glen had shown exactly what she meant to him through a simple kiss. Love, respect, confidence it was like she could taste it all. especially the arousal that was latching onto her. She quickly stopped the kiss holding back her own desires. He she couldn't give in just yet. It had only been a weekend. "It's been one day Glen." She whispered pushing him lightly with her wrinkled fingers. "Be patient." He nodded his head smiling lightly from his thoughts. Oh yeah. This girl was gonna drive him crazy.

When classes hit, (Y/N) expected to see Glen less and less. Knowing he preferred to get classes done and get training as soon as possible. But that wasn't the case. His romantic, teddy bear side had sprung out of nowhere. Flowers taped to her locker, waiting for her outside her classes, joining her for lunch, and study dates. The whole shebang. And she did the same for him. made sure he wasn't bunking off classes, joining the team in the dugout to watch him play, making sure he ate enough of the right food instead of leftovers and beer. Their favourite thing to do was go to the baseball field at late hours taking turns to bat and pitch in between making out in the dugout almost going all the way like teenagers in high school. (Y/N) knew she wanted him, probably more than he wanted her now. But she was waiting just a little bit longer. I little more time with him showing her he could go without her body. The little thigh touches, neck kisses and light heavy petting were enough for now. And glen was also okay with the arrangement. He knew she was slowly breaking down her walls and he could tell how much she was trying for him. it was all he could ask for. Especially now she had lost friends because of him and his reputation. All he could do was worship the ground she walked on and so he did.

The two had quickly become a power couple on campus. And his usual flings didn't like it one bit. One by one the girls in her classes stopped talking to her, ignoring her when it came to classes, study groups and potential projects. But (Y/N) didn't care too much, the girls were stuck up. The only thing she did mind was the names she was being called due to the knowledge of (Y/N) making Glen wait to have sex with her. Prude, princess, diva. She knew from the names they used jay had spread it around, especially when they started calling her the baseball slut. That one she hated the most. The only nickname she answered to was Cherry. His cherry

Friday classes were almost finished for Bev and (Y/N), they decided to sit in the canteen as they both waited for their boyfriends to be done with their classes. The two enjoyed their frozen yoghurt in peace, books spread out for their upcoming maths tests. "I wouldn't worry too much about your test Bev, they go easy on the freshers." (Y/N) reassured. "I know but I don't want to be seen as a slacker. Speaking of slacking, I need your help deciding on ideas for Oz." the business major nodded her head finishing off her portion of her yoghurt knowing Glen would finish it straight away. "I promise ill to come help but don't expect me to do this elaborate performance. I quit drama for a reason. I sucked." The auburn-haired girl laughed lightly; her eyes focused on the two boys joining them at their table. Like (Y/N) predicted, Glen, scooped up the remainder of her yoghurt, throwing away the container before sitting down by his woman. "Afternoon ladies." He joked kissing her cheek, his moustache brushing against her cheek. "How was class?" she asked closing her study books. "No more talk about school, please." Jake groaned. "Okay Saturday night, we’re having a house party, as 'members' of the team, you are obligated to attend." The girls sighed lightly knowing it was gonna be a typical night of frat parties. "Okay fine." (Y/N) sighed. The two boys picked themselves back up turning to the salad bar and grabbing themselves a snack. Before the two girls could continue with their conversation, Glen came marching back with a task on his mind. He tilted (Y/N)'s head with his hand making her lips accessible to his own. With a light butterfly motion, he kissed her passionately pulling as much emotion as he could into it. once he released her, he looked down at her small smile her eyes twinkling back at him. "Missed you, Cherry" He whispered pulling her bottom lips with his teeth before catching up to Jake.

"Well, there goes my plan." (Y/N) muttered. "Oh, and what plans were those?" Beverly asked tidying her study guide before Jake could spill anything on it. "I think Glens waited enough." She whispered. "But it's only been a month? Come on (Y/N) he can wait a bit longer." Bev tried to convince her friend, not trusting the captain to do anything stupid to hurt her. "I know I know. But to be honest. I can't wait." She admitted. Her friend's eyes shot up shocked at the idea of (Y/N) finally feeling comfortable with someone. And that person being Captain Glen McReynolds of all people. "Seriously?" She nodded her head. "He wouldn't be doing all these things with me if he didn't want to be with me. Right?"

"I mean I guess not." Bev admitted, "If you're okay with it then go for it. just be careful, okay?"

The party had quickly been set up with different activities for the guys to enjoy their usual party guests. Girls. Lots and lots of girls. (Y/N) was quick to adjust to the number of women surrounding the boys, not minding it unless Glen did something stupid. But he never did. He didn't even speak to them anymore. (Y/N) and Bev stepped into the house instantly being drawn to the mattress slide they had made on the staircase. Thank God that wasn't one of the things (Y/N) needed to fix because that would have been a big problem. "Welcome to the party ladies, Jakes is in the backyard with Justin and Mac on the balcony." The two girls thanked Nesbit as he picked up another girl to take down the 'slide.' "This is gonna be the best." She heard Plummer speak. The balcony was full to the brim with different bottles, fruit and buckets full of jungle juice. Glen, being one of the teammates to help with the punch. "That's some pussy shit. It tastes like fruit punch." Coma groaned. Glen sighed heavily picking up another bottle of vodka to please him. "All right, so this is about done." The group agreed, taking a swig. "Well, if I want to get blackout drunk, I know what to drink." (Y/N) joked drawing Glen’s attention towards her.

Once again, she matched what he was wearing, red. Cherry red tight trousers with black pumps, a white crop top pushing her breasts up and a black leather jacket. He was stunned. "Damn, baby." He groaned quickly wrapping his strong arms around her waist. His hands clutched her ass tightly making her smile brightly. "Hello to you too tenant." She giggled placing her painted lips on his own, lipstick sticking to his facial hair. "You look fucking amazing, Cherry." He grunted. "You're killing me (Y/N). You're killing me." The girl pulled herself away brushing the red tint off his lips. "Well, enjoy tonight. Come find me when the party dies down." As Bev pulled her along Glen watched her tight ass walk away, making their way to the kitchen for their stash of drink he hid the night before. "Do you think you'll get lucky tonight?" coma asked. "God, I hope so. She's really testing me." He murmured finishing off the bottle of vodka in his hands.

The two girls enjoyed their time, taking a turn at the mattress slide together and attempting the dizzy batting practice Jake and Justin were doing. For a bit, Glen joined them clearly the drunkest he had ever been. She was glad he had enjoyed himself, but he clearly wouldn't be in the mindset to have sex for the first time which upset her. but she knew at the sound of her approval he would come running to her. "(Y/N) I bet you could do a keg stand," Nesbit asked setting up a new keg that Alex tried to finish. "Not a chance in this outfit id flash everyone." She smiled finishing her beer. "I'll shield you Cherry come on give it a go." She shook her head taking the drink away from Glen before he could get any drunker. "No way I draw the line at getting as drunk as you are tonight." (Y/N) quickly chucked the remainder of his drink away into the bushes. "Why don't we get you some water Mac?" she asked brushing his hair out his face. He tried his best to nod his head as she sat him down on the steps of the porch "I'll be back in a sec." she quickly wandered off into the kitchen filling a glass of clear liquid. "how's it going?" Beverly asked leaning against the counter with Jake following close behind her. "I don't think tonight's the night." She mumbled disappointedly. "he's so drunk." Bev agreed reassuring her the time would come eventually.

(Y/N) walked back over to where she had left Glen realising there was no sign of him. "Glen?" she called getting nothing back. She followed the wood floorboards to the stairs seeing no sign of Glen so far. As she made it to the landing sounds of moans and groans entered her ears. Someone was clearly enjoying themselves. She finally made it to the room she had just finished renovating that week the sounds of moans grew louder. Shocked, she placed her ear to the door, someone was definitely in there. (Y/N) attempted to open the door. Locked. Glen never locked the door. Ever. She stepped back downstairs panic radiating off her body. "Kenny?" she called hoping to God it was him in the room and not her 'loyal' boyfriend. The co-captain leaned out of the living room his attention focused on the frantic girl. "what's up?" he asked marching towards her once he noticed the fear in her eyes. "There are moans coming from your room. And the doors locked." She stuttered. Kenny's brows arched in confusion. His hands entered her trouser pocket in worry feeling around for something in particular. "I had the key." He explained. "Glen wanted it locked so nobody could trash it." (Y/N) quickly put two and two together realising it must have been her boyfriend in the room. "Only he knew where the key was." Kenny sighed. "It's gone from my pocket."

The two raced back up the stairs praying it wasn't true. Kenny had such hope for his captain. The girl he had pinned over had brought out the best in him. He had stopped caring about sex, and girls and focused on her and even more focused on class and baseball. His attempts to impress her helped him and the team. And Kenny didn't want Glen to ruin this for himself. Kenny leaned against the door, hearing the same sounds as (Y/N) had earlier on. "It might not be him (Y/N) don't panic straight away please ill find the key-" Before he could say anymore, a name was moaned. "Oh fuck, Glen." The voice spoke earning a sigh of anger from Kenny. He turned towards his landlord, the tears already streaming down her once-painted face, mascara following the tears like tar. "(Y/N)." He attempted to speak but he was too late she was already racing down the stairs to escape the party. "Beverly! Jake"

Halfway down the road, (Y/N) held her pumps in her hands, arms wrapped around her for some sort of support. "(Y/N)! Wait" a voice shouted. She turned around seeing Bev out of breath and just as angry as Kenny looked. Without uttering a word, be wrapped herself around her friend. The two of them fell to the ground in defeat. "I'm such an idiot." (Y/N) cried. "I'm so dumb." Her once-walled heart had completely shattered into millions of pieces at just a simple sound. A moan of her man’s name had her crumbling like a crumb on the ground. She never wanted to feel like this again. But here she was once again because of a boy. A heartless, selfish boy she thought he wouldn’t be. For once in her life, she wished she had listened to the girls around her all begging her not to get attached, not to engage. But she did and now she was paying the price.

Back at the house, Kenny walked around hoping what he heard was bullshit. But he couldn't see Glen at all, and until the door opened, they wouldn't know for sure.

[carleighalpha]

Late Night Ride

{Y/N} wants McReynolds’ attention so she offers a late night drive.

Rating: M.

Word Count: 1.2K

Imagine: Smut.

Warning: Nothing I can think of.

{Y/N} was bored in her new apartment. It was a Saturday and she wanted some attention. She had a good idea that McReynolds wouldn’t turn her down. She got up and brushed her {H/L} {H/C} hair.

“ Might as well.” {Y/N} said with a cute mischievous grin on her face. She put on a {F/C} tank top and some {S/F/C} shorts. She grabbed a pair of {S/C} boots and walked out. She got down to her beautiful 1967 Chevy Impala. She started the engine up and her car roared to life. It was about 6, so she knew he would be up. {Y/N} rode the baseball house. She shut her car off and walked up to see the team just either drinking or smoking up.

“ Hey Roper?” {Y/N} called out to one of her friends. He smiled and gave her a hug.

“ You know where he is?” {Y/N} asked as he nodded.

“ Kitchen.” He told her as she nodded and walked into it. Glen saw her walk in and smiled.

“ Where has your sexy ass been?” Glen asked as she just smiled. He loved her smile.

“ Been moving into my new place. Wanted to see if you were up for a drive.” {Y/N} says as she bites her lower lip. Glen smiles at this. The two of them had a lot in common and they knew what each other liked.

“ Who's this?” A boy with some long brunette hair asked as he looked up at {Y/N}.

“ Oh! I’m {Y/N}.” She said as a blush crossed her cheek.

“ I’m Jake.” He said as he smiled.

“ We were just heading out.” Glen said as he took {Y/N}’s hand in his and led her out.

“ What with him?” Jake asked Finn.

“ That’s {Y/N}. Her and McReynolds have a history. Enough said.” Finn said to him. {Y/N} smiled as Glen led her to her car.

“ New details on your car?” He asked as {Y/N} nodded.

“ New seat covers, now I’m wanting some attention, so keep it off my car and on me.” {Y/N} said with a slight purr in her tone. Glen growled slowly at the remark.

“ Let's go.” He said as he pulled away, {Y/N} got in the driver's side and started up her car. The two of them drove off and as they drove, they talked and caught up on the two days they haven’t chatted.

“ Long days of submitting writing for erotic purposes are long and frustrating when I can’t see you.” {Y/N} said as Glen rubbed her inner thigh, {Y/N} bites her lip.

“ Well, I can help with that.” McReynolds said as he laid a ghosting kiss upon her neck. The two of them go to the river as the night grows. {Y/N} parks her car and Glen smirks over to her before placing a kiss upon her lips.

“ God you are sexy.” Glen said with a smirk.

“ Back seat now.” {Y/N} said as her core was becoming wet. The two of them shifted quickly over the seat. {Y/N} and Glen quickly began losing their clothes. The moment the tank top came off of {Y/N}, Glen began to carefully move her chest to the point the girl underneath was becoming a wet mess. Glen was kissing her neck with a deepening lust. {Y/N} pulled his hair so she could breathe, but then began kissing his neck and leaving marks after she had removed his shirt.

“ Fuck me.” Glen growled low as {Y/N} smirked. Glen removes her shorts and panties in one shot and begins to remove his pants as well.

“ Don’t make me wait, McReynolds.” {Y/N} said with a mischievous smirk. Glen smirked before lining up and slamming inside her core. {Y/N} gasped as he settled deep within.

“ God you are fucking tight. How is that possible?” Glen said as the feeling of her walls surrounding him was tight and almost made him orgasm, but by sheer will, he stopped himself. {Y/N} also had to stop herself from cumming right then and there. Glen then began to move. The car window began to fog up to stop anyone from seeing what was going on in the Impala.

“ God fuck!” {Y/N} said as the heat in her belly was growing with every thrust that Glen was giving her.

“ Fuck.” Glen said as he had one hand on the window and let it slide down. The hand found itself on one of {Y/N}’s breasts as he began to fondle the nipple. The stimulation from that and the thrusting was too great as Glen then began to suck a mark on her neck. {Y/N} moaned out as her walls began to quiver around his member. {Y/N} let out a gasp that gave Glen the knowledge that she had come by his moves alone.

“ God this is fantastic!” She said as Glen kept moving. Her smell, her skin, her sounds all worked for him and he was close.

“ Where?” He asked as {Y/N} smirked.

“ You know where.” {Y/N} said as Glen smirked, kissed her hard as he pounded deep inside and came deep with her with a hardy grunt. The two of them panting hard as the warm heat entered her core.

“ That was even better than last time.” {Y/N} said as Glen smirked. He lifted up and removed himself from her. She whimpered at the loss of being filled up.

“ Oh, I’ve given you a hickey.” {Y/N} said as Glen smirked.

“ I’ve marked you up myself.” Glen said as he lifted her chin. {Y/N} blushed a mighty red upon her cheeks. The two of them got dressed and sat on the trunk of the car.

“ Think you have enough material?” Glen said as he smirked at her.

“ Think I do have enough before I need some more help.” {Y/N} said with a smirk.

“ I love this.” Glen said as {Y/N} pulled out a joint and began to light up.

“ It’s better than being a sober bitch.” {Y/N} said before puffing up.

“ You think that college will be good as this is my senior year? I mean what’s next!” {Y/N} said as Glen smirked.

“ Whatever you want it to be.” Glen said before {Y/N} kissed his cheek.

“ Let me get you back.” {Y/N} said as Glen smirked. She got him back before 12 AM. She drove off and Glen smirked. Glen walked in the house, Roper and Glen saw him.

“ Wow, she tore you up!” Roper said with excitement in his voice.

“ What can I say? She wants the attention. I give her attention.” Glen said as he went upstairs and laid down. Back at {Y/N}’s apartment, she lit up another joint and sat at her typewriter. She began to type out her newest chapter. All she could do was type and smile. She was glad that she and McReynolds shared that bond.

“ I might hit him up for some more tomorrow. After all, a girl does have her needs.” {Y/N} said, smirking proudly.

[sunflower-eddiediaz]

It's been a long, long time coming...

2024 | Ryan Guzman on the Success of ‘9-1-1,’ Finding Family in His Costars and What’s to Come for Season 8

“[Eddie having a mustache] is something I pitched a long, long time ago when I first got on the show. I wanted to do a mustache and it didn’t make it then, but it came back this year,” he told Us of how the look came to be. “Kenny [Choi] saw it. He loved it. He goes, ‘Are you gonna do it?’ I said, ‘Man, if they let me do it, I’m there.’ So I sent a picture to [showrunner] Tim Minear, and he loved it. Next thing you know, we’re publicizing this mustache like it’s its own character.”

2016 | What it's like hanging out with the cast of 'Everybody Wants Some!!'

About Guzman’s lost mustache. Blake Jenner: I thought Ryan was going to keep his mustache. Glen Powell: The problem is that he and McReynolds looked the same. He begged Rick not to make him lose it. He really wanted a mustache.

@coldbam @singitforthegirls

[crazyk-imagine]

Kick Ass not Kiss my Ass!

Pairing: Walt Finnegan x Fem!reader

Characters: Kenny Roper, Walt Finnegan, Dale Douglas, Jake Bradford, Fem!reader, Glen McReynolds, Jay Niles, Alex Brumley, Tyrone Plummer, Billy Autrey, Willoughby

Warnings: SMUT (DNI 18+), pussy eating, blowjob, cowgirl position, reader giving off dom vibes, Finn giving off sub vibes, straight up smutty things, Reader deals with bitches (doesn’t go into too much detail), Finnegan has a crush but doesn’t realize it, Terrifying trio (Roper, Glen, and Finnegan), Reader showing off her bartending skills (even though she’s not a bartender), Roper and Finnegan are little shits, Reader might be a bit of a moody bitch, all she needed was a little bit of (Finnegan) love, Finnegan jokes about their kid and Roper murdering him if he ever found out, Roper and reader call each other names (but it’s all good), everyone knew they we’re gonna get together

Word Count: 4,872 

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You grab the last box with a mental reminder to kick your cousins’ ass next time you see the overly cocky boy (because he is no man). 

You slam the trunk closed and start heading towards the house... until he comes back. 

“How many times have I told you to watch out, dumbass! Before I kick your ass!” You kick his front bumper, glaring at him. 

“You mean today,” her cousin smiles at her. 

“Shut up, Roper.” 

“Someone write that down,” he says over his shoulder. 

“That’s number four, so far,” Finnegan (the annoying one from the phone) adds. She clenches her jaw. 

“Just watch yourself, alright?” 

“You got it.” 

You roll your eyes and head inside. 

“You sure you can carry that all by yourself!” Roper shouts, leaning against the car, letting Jake and Dale out while Plum gets out from behind Finnegan’s seat. 

“I’ve been caring your career on my back ever since we were five! I’d say I’m doing just fine now!” 

“That’s cold! And not true!” 

“Suck a dick, Roper!” 

-

“Hey,” Glen greets you with a smile. 

“Glen.” You pass him, entering the kitchen. 

“Oh, don’t give me that attitude now. I thought that was only reserved for Roper.” 

“It’s reserved for all assholes.” 

“What did I do to earn that pleasant title?” 

“Nothing. I’m just bored, don’t you know?” 

“Are people talking again?” He asks, his tone becoming serious. 

“No,” you shake your head, “and even if people have been, I wouldn’t be telling you.” 

“Telling who what?” Finnegan enters the kitchen, standing on the other side of the counter. 

“Nothing.” You narrow your eyes at Glen. 

“I think that crazy bitch is talking about her again.” 

“Oh, Jesus- shut up. Nothing’s going on.” 

“We’ll happily send one of the freshmen in-” 

“Finnegan-” 

“Come on, you know we’d do anything to keep you around.” He adds with a serious smile (one you’ve never seen directed at any of his ladies of the night). 

“You’re just hoping to get laid.” 

The blond says nothing for a few seconds. “Ah- not necessarily-” 

“I’ve brought food and beer. I’m out.” 

“Woah! Hey, where you going?” Roper asks, rushing down the stairs. 

“I have a few things I need to take care of.” 

“Like?” asks your cousin with Glen and Finnegan by his side. 

“I’m leaving now.” 

Roper sighs, “will we see you later?” 

You shake your head, “no.” You turn around, one of the freshman stops in front of you. 

He doesn’t know where to move. 

You place your hands on his shoulders, turning him around before shoving him into the three. 

“You sure you can’t come?” Roper asks again. 

“No.” You slam the car door shut and back out. 

-

“She’s so coming,” Finnegan says over his shoulder for the others to hear. 

“You’re just hoping to bang my cousin.” 

“That’s your cousin?” Jake asks. 

“Oh, yeah,” Finnegan confirms. “She’s also off limits.” 

Glen nudges Roper, who shakes his head and walks away not wanting to hear about how much Finnegan wants to bang his cousin. 

“I didn’t ask,” Jake defends himself. 

“And now you don’t have to.” 

-

“Hello,” you answer with little attitude. 

“How’s it going?” 

“Finnegan?” 

“Who else would consider themselves lucky to be in your presence?” 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” 

“No one because I’m special and I happen to know when I am talking to a beautiful and smart lady such as yourself.” 

You chuckle through your nose, “you got the special part right. But, wow, you’re really laying the charm on thick today, aren’t you?” 

“For you, I always go above and beyond.” 

-

“Who’s he talking to?” asks Jake.

“Who do you think?” Dale replies. 

“And he says he’s not into her.” 

Dale nods with a smirk, “you’ve been here less than a day and already know more about his pathetic love life than Finn himself.” 

Jake chuckles. “You know what I’m thinking?” 

“I sure as hell hope so.” 

They start making sex noises. 

Finnegan whirls his head around, mustache twitching; his jaw clenched. He aggressively waves for them to leave. 

They don’t. 

He tilts his head, securing the phone there while he picks up the base and closes the door. 

The two can see a smile on his face right before the door slams shut in front of them. 

Jake and Dale look back at one another and shake their heads. 

-

“You still breathin’?” 

You bring the phone back up to your ear, letting out a puff of air. “I don’t know if I am.” 

“You’re sounding pretty good from my end.” 

“Must you always suck up to me.” 

“Yes, you should know this by now.” 

“Who was it?” 

“A freshman and Dale.” 

“Ah.” 

“What?” 

“Dale always manages to get a freshman to do some type of shenanigan with him. This isn’t any different.” 

“You’re so mean.” 

“That’s what I’m known for.” 

“Don’t be like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Doing this sad bit. It’s not a good look on you.” 

“Well, gee, thanks.” 

“Hey, hey. I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it. None of us like seeing you sad. I don’t like seeing you sad.” 

You gulp, glancing over at the clock. “I gotta go, Finnegan.” 

“No, look hey-” 

“I’ll see you guys in a few, okay?” 

“You sure? You’re not just lying to me to stop our conversation, are you?” 

“No, dumbass. I’ll be there before some dick hungry chick can steal you away.” 

“I don’t doubt that.” 

“Later, Finn.” 

“Bye.” He hangs up, setting the phone base on the floor as he sinks down onto his bed. The smile never leaving his face, “she called me Finn.” 

“Are you done with the phone?” Billy asks, knocking on his door. 

“Take it and go, Beuter.” 

“My name is Billy!”

- 

“Okay, how long till the girls start coming around?” You ask, leaning against the wall. 

“You’re late,” Roper says. 

“I’m still here and I already knew what coach was gonna tell you boys so why do I need a repeat?” 

“Alright, you two,” Glen pats Roper’s shoulder. “That’s enough. We have ten minutes before the girls are fashionably late.” 

“Wow, you move fast.” 

“Not when it counts though,” he winks at you. 

You groan in disgust, “I’m leaving you two to fend for yourselves. No wingwoman for you two.” 

They let out a string of complaints as you walk away. 

-

You enter the kitchen, seeing Finnegan chatting with a few of the girls who showed up on time. You start making yourself a drink. 

“You mind making me a cousin special?” 

You smile, seeing Dale holding his cup out for you. “Only you can handle it, Dale.” 

“We both know that’s not true but, I can’t stop drinking it.” 

You two chuckle. 

Finnegan glances over at the two of you and frowns. 

The girls start asking questions, distracting him for a few seconds but not enough to get his mind off of you. 

-

“Oh, she’s making the famous cousin drink.” Glen nods in your direction. 

“The what?” asks Jake. 

“You’ve got to try this man.” Roper hooks his arm around Jake’s neck, bringing him to the kitchen with a few other team members following. “Three more.” 

“That’ll cost you,” you tell him. 

“Oh, come on.” 

“Do freshman get a free drink if it’s their first time trying it?” 

You turn to Jake and smile before curling your index finger and thumb, whistling loudly. “Alright, party people. It’s time to gather the freshies so they can try the-” 

“COUSIN!” 

“It seems you’re all familiar with my concoction. Now, where are my freshman at?” 

All the freshman and one of the two newbies stand before you. “You think you boys can handle this?” 

“Hell yeah,” Plum says. 

“Okay.” You finish making the drinks. “And... enjoy.” 

Plum runs out of the kitchen and into the front yard, throwing up. 

“That’s one.” 

“I prefer screwdrivers.” 

“Yeah, well, you’re getting out of your comfort zone right now, Niles.” 

“Raw dog.” 

“Drink this and shut up.” 

Jay drinks it and seems like he’s doing okay. 

“Dare I say we have- nope, nevermind.” 

Jay’s out in the front yard with Plum. 

“Jake, you good man?” Roper glances over at you, you shrug. 

Jake chucks his cup onto the floor. 

“Yeah!” The whole house cheers him on. 

No one has been able to drink your infamous drink and not thrown up the first time except for Glen. 

Blumley takes a sip and is out in the front yard with the other two. 

“That went better than I expected,” Dale comments. 

You nod. “Alright, you boys have fun.” 

“Why does it sound like you’re leaving?” 

“I’m not, I just need some air.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yep. Have fun, Dale.” You pass Finnegan and his rodies, he follows completely ignoring them. 

-

You stand in the open doorway of the front door. 

“You okay?” 

“Shouldn’t you be talking with your rodies?” 

“I’m not a musician.” 

“Same thing.” 

“Did something happen today? You’ve been a little off.” 

“I’ll be alright. So... no luck with the clearly easy ladies of the evening?” 

He chuckles, staring at his shoes. “Not when I know a pretty girl like you is out here, near the barfers.” 

“My hero.” 

“I try, I try... I wasn’t lying when I said you look pretty tonight.” 

“You say that to everyone.” 

“Only those who deserve it.” 

“So, everyone?” 

“I think you need to get your eyes and ears checked; I only say that to you.” 

“Okay, okay.” 

“Come on, I want to show you something.” 

“Like what?” 

He holds his hand out for you to take, a smile stretching across his lips. 

“You better not be trying to persuade me into your bed.” 

“I would never.” 

“Liar.” You grab his hand, letting him lead you up the stairs and through the window that leads to the roof. “Finally, I get to see roofball in action.” 

“Roofball?” 

“It sounds better than hitting shit off the roof.” 

“But it doesn’t sound as fun.” 

“And yet, it captured your attention.” 

“Damn, you got me.” He grabs a golf club, handing it to you. “My lady?” 

“How charming. What’s the goal?” 

“Try and beat me.” 

“The stakes?” 

“You win, I do the team’s laundry for a week. I win, I want a repeat of that night.” 

Your shoulders sag thinking about the night when you and he were tipsy and almost slept together during his, Glen, Roper, and Dale’s first year here. “Finnegan-” 

“Now, now. I promise you’ll enjoy the night either way.” 

You sigh, “fine.” 

-

“Looks like-” 

“It’s a tie,” you cut him off. 

“What? No, I clearly won.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Oh, don’t be like that.” 

“I’m not being like anything.” 

“No, no. Sure, you’re all good.” 

“You are such a jerk,” you laugh, staring at him with a wide smile. 

“We both know you don’t think that.” 

“Well, then what do I think?” 

He takes a step closer, standing in front of you; he leans in, switching from one eye to the other. “I think you really want me to give you the Finnegasm special.” 

You suck in your lips to keep yourself from laughing. 

He can see it, that’s partly why he said it. “You can laugh. It’s okay.” 

You burst out laughing, lowering your head on his shoulder with your hand covering your mouth. “Thank... you,” you say between breathes. After a while, you finally calmed down. 

“I didn’t realize it was that funny.” 

“You’re always funny, Finn.” 

You lift your head and lose your breath. 

Neither of you say anything. 

“I’m just- I'm gonna go inside now,” you point towards the window. 

“Oh no, you are not,” he shakes his head. 

“And why not?” You challenge him. 

“I won fair and square which means you are to abide by the stakes we made prior to starting a game of roofball.” 

“I don’t believe I agreed to those terms.” 

“Oh, you did,” he takes a step forward, you step back, “when you took your first swing, you knew what you were in for.” 

You shake your head, “I don’t think that’s right.” 

“Yeah, you did.” 

“I’m afraid I don’t believe you.” 

The corner of his mouth twitches, “is that right?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, unable to look away from him. 

“If I kiss you, are you gonna run out of the house?” 

“No, no. I’m gonna run into the house with you hot on my tail.” 

“Oh.” 

“You willing to take that risk?” 

“Oh, baby, I am willing to do a lot more than that.” 

“Really? If that’s the case, why am I pushed against the wall of this house and not in front of the window.” 

“I don’t know where the other guys are at, and I don’t want to get my ass kicked for being the one to spend the night with you.” 

“So, everyone likes me?” 

“Almost everyone, I’m the only one who likes your attitude.” 

“Interesting.” 

“Exactly, now.” He steps back, holding his arm out towards the window, “after you, my lady.” 

“Charming. Have fun checking out my ass.” 

“Oh, I will.” 

-

You push him against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck when Billy and his friends pass by. 

“They’re gone.” 

“Hurry up and open the door.” 

“So bossy.” 

You shove him inside, locking the door behind you. “Why can you never shut your mouth?” You ask, watching as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. “If you think I’m doing all the work here you’re wrong.” 

He only offers a smirk and a pat on the bed as an answer. 

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels. 

“You wore heels on the roof? How did you not fall off?” 

“Who’s to say I haven’t had to run across a roof in heels before?” 

“Have you?” 

“I think the answers obvious.” You sit down beside him, sitting up with your back against the bed frame. 

“Why are you way up there?” He whines. 

You roll your eyes, “shut up.” 

He scoots closer to you, resting his head on your chest listening to the way your heartbeat speeds up and smiles. 

“Are you happy now?” You start scratching his head. 

“Maybe.” 

“You’re annoying.” 

“No,” Finnigan shakes his head. “You’re annoying.” 

You let out a fake gasp and shove him off you. “How dare you.” 

“How dare I? I’m the one on the floor.” 

“Where you belong.” 

“That’s mean.” 

“Would it be mean if I said, I wonder what you looked like on your knees... in front of me?” 

His head drops on the bed, the groan coming from him gives you an answer. 

You lay back on the pillows and laugh. 

Your eyes snap open when your body is yanked down towards the edge. Your hands wrap around his arms that keep him hovering over you. 

“You said something about me on my knees? You dare to make that dream come true?” 

“I don’t have to dare if I know you’ll do it.” 

He shakes his head. “For someone with so much attitude, you’re awfully confident.” 

“That’s because I know you’ll do anything to please me.” You know. You know.  

“And here I thought I was being subtle.” 

“Subtlety has never been your thing.” 

He grins, leaning down kissing along the side of your neck, making sure there’s going to be a hickies for everyone to see. “It could be our thing.” 

“You can barely keep your “average” sized dick in your pants enough as it is.” 

His head pops up from your collarbone, “so you’ve heard the stories? Impressed?” 

You push him away to pull off your jeans. “If you can use it right, I’ll be impressed.” 

“Oh, honey. Everyone’s gonna know what we did in here.” He slowly removes your lace underwear. 

You let out an unimpressed hum. 

“Prepare to be eaten.” 

You furrow your brows, “isn’t the phrase, prepare to eat your wor-” Your hands wind up clutching his hair, being careful not to tug on it (too hard). Few noises escape you, making Finnegan determined to make you louder than the music bouncing off the walls. 

He keeps one hand on your thigh as his other hand snakes down to your warm slit. He eases one finger in but, it’s not enough. 

You whine, thrusting your hips up. 

He pulls of your buzzing bundle with a pop, watching as you can’t keep your mouth shut while his thumb circles around your clit and his fingers stretch you, preparing you for him. 

He leans over you, smiling at you, “does that feel good, beautiful?” 

You nod, babbling out, “yes! Yes! Feels so good!” 

“Open your eyes.” 

You furrow your brows, unsure if you can do that as you clench around his fingers. 

“Open them.” 

You don’t. 

He sighs, easing up on his pace. 

Your eyes snap open, “no.” 

“Keep those pretty eyes open for me and you won’t be disappointed.” 

“I could,” you take a deep breath. “I could find- any other,” you moan. “Other guy here who- who would help me out.” 

He leans down, whispering, “you could but no one can give you the Finnegasm special.” After he says that, he speeds up the pace. 

You arch your back, hips thrusting into and against his hand. Your mouth falls open, high pitched moans escape you; one hand clenched in the sheets of his bed and your other hand fists his stupid short sleeve button up. 

His mustache tickles your upper lip as he kisses you, swallowing your noises as he tries to quiet you down (not wanting anyone to come in and ruin your guys’ fun). He helps you through your high, your legs shake unable to stay in the position you’re in. 

He carefully detaches himself from you, giving you moment to breath. He starts to toe off his shoes, checking on you only to see your covered chest heaving and your gaze still on the ceiling. 

He chuckles, “you doing alright?” 

“Oh,” you push yourself up, leaning on your elbows. “I’m just peachy.” 

He chuckles, “careful there. I might get too cocky.” 

Your gaze travels down to the front of his pants, “if what you say is true. I think we’ll be fine.” 

“Hey, hey.” 

You push yourself off the bed with a smile, “remember, you said you liked my attitude.” 

“When it was directed at other people and not at me.” 

You unbutton his shirt, not looking up at him. “That sounds more like a you problem.” 

“Now you’re just being mean.” 

“I’m only extra mean to those I like.” You stare at him through your lashes, shoving his shirt off his shoulders. 

He chucks his shoulder off to the side, “so, you’re saying I’m extra special.” 

You pull him closer by his belt loops, “I don’t go on a roof in heels for just anyone.” 

He smiles and cups your cheek, leaning to kiss you. 

You try not to giggle but fail, he pulls back. 

“Why are you laughing?” 

You shake your head, not saying anything. 

“No, seriously. What is it? Is this weird?” 

“Definitely not weird, it’s just- your upper lip hair is a little ticklish?” 

He nods, “guess I’m gonna have to get used to you laughing.” 

“What?” 

He takes a step forward, forcing you to take a step back. 

The back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. 

He’s quick to remove your shirt. 

“You’re gonna give me whiplash, I swear.” 

“Then I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, beautiful.” 

You roll your eyes and crawl into the center of the bed. 

He makes his way over you, kissing every inch of you he could. He trails along your breastbone, sucking on the skin (leaving more of his marks behind). 

Your hands slide along the back of his shoulders until you cup the sides of his neck pulling his up to look into his dazed eyes. “Take your pants off.” 

“So bossy.” 

You don’t laugh along with him, and he pecks your lips. 

“I like it.” He removes the last piece of clothing and pulls a condom out of the drawer of his nightstand. 

“Prepared, were we?” 

He shrugs, “you never know.” 

“Oh, but you do.” 

“You wanna explain to our kid why their Big cousin Roper murdered their dad, go ahead.” 

“This would be a lot better if you didn’t talk about my cousin.” 

“It would, wouldn’t it?” 

You scoff, pulling him closer to distract him with your irresistible lips before shoving him onto the bed. 

He settles onto the pillows, placing his hands behind his head. “I could get used to this.” 

“Don’t,” you say, slowly sinking down onto his aching cock. 

He pulls you closer, wrapping one arm around your waist; the other tangling in your hair. 

You slowly move your hips against his, working on finding a good rhythm. 

Once you find it, there’s a knock on the door. 

“You better- better have locked the- the door.” 

His hot breath hits your skin, a faux chuckle is his reply. 

You rock your hips against his faster making him let out a quiet moan. 

“I did- I did. I’m not letting any- anyone in here, beautiful.” 

-

Dale and Glen have no idea Finnegan and you are together in his room. 

They shrug; one goes upstairs and the other aims the coat closet. 

-

“See, they’re gone. Now,” the hand tangled in your hair slides down your body, until it finds your bundle. 

A choaked breath escapes you, your hips stutter but Finnegan doesn’t stop he pushes you and helps you move. You rest your head against his shoulder, breath fanning against his hot skin. You inch closer to the side of his neck, taking your time, teasing and marking him. 

His hips start snapping up into you, you thrust against him, both of you chasing after your highs. 

You can feel yourself close to letting go, wrapping your arms around his neck, hauling him closer. 

He starts decorating your soft breasts in his mark, small trails of saliva slowly drying near your nipples. 

Your moans continue to get louder, more so as he kisses along the front of your neck, nipping at your chin. You cup his cheek and stare his closed eyes and dazed expression. “Finnegan.” 

He doesn’t respond, not wanting to moan or blow his load before you could properly enjoy yourself. 

“Finn. Finn,” you gasp. 

He groans as you clench around him. 

“Finn,” you groan, resting your forehead against his. “Look at me.” 

His eyes snap open, all he sees is you. His heartbeat speeds up (shockingly more so than it already is) and he realizes what Beauter is talking about. He gulps at sound of your breathless call of his name slipping off your lips. 

“Finnegan.” 

“I’m here, beautiful. I’m right here.” He continues to put your pleasure before his own. “I know your close to teetering over the edge.” 

A beautifully pathetic, high pitched moan slips through your parted lips before you could stop it. 

He smiles, “let go. Let go for me.” 

And you do, not quietly (to him, those outside the room still don’t know what’s going on). 

Once you catch your breath you realize he still hasn’t finished and carefully pull him out of you. You slowly crawl off the bed, kneeling. 

“What are you-” 

“Shut up and come here.” 

“I don’t think I can move.” 

“If you want me to blow you, you’ll come over here.” 

He makes his way over to you. “You know you don’t have to-” 

“Shut up. You’ll enjoy this,” you remove the condom and slowly stroke him. “Promise.” You wink and kitten lick his leaking head. 

His fights the urge to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a thing you’re doing. 

You continue to stroke his hard cock while you lick him from his base all the way back up to his tip, repeating that action a few more times before you slowly begin to take him in your mouth. 

You place your free hand against his thigh, feeling how tense he is. You slowly bob your head, stroking the rest of what you can’t reach. 

He cups the bottom of your chin, watching you through half lidded eyes. 

You look up at him, taking note of how close he is to finishing. The hand on his thigh slides off. 

He wants to ask what happened but with the way your warm hand cupping him. It takes him a moment to catch his breath, in this moment he wishes he hadn’t looked down to see your tearful eyes and stuffed mouth. 

He throws his head back and floods your mouth. 

Once he’s finished, you slowly pull off him, a string of saliva being the only thing to keep you two attached until it breaks and lands on neck and chin. 

He huffs, “wow.” 

“Wow?” You rest your hands on his thighs, bringing yourself closer to him. “Have I made the Finnegan speechless?” 

He smiles, pecking you on the lips once before hauling you up so the two of you can catch your breath. “I feel like the Astros are gonna make it to the World Series.” He watches you, brushing the hair out of your eyes. 

You tilt your head up, “you say they every year.” 

“I’m serious.” 

“You said the same thing last time.” 

“Don’t be mean,” he pouts. 

“It’s all part of my charm.” 

He offers a sarcastic chuckle in return.  

-

You cover your eyes, the sun seeping through his window keeps you awake. You sigh and try to climb out of bed only to find yourself trapped with nowhere to go. 

His arm slips off you when he turns, rolling over onto his side. 

You grab whatever you could find off the floor to cover yourself (and prevent the other players from the second house to catch a peek). You turn around, seeing the mess you two made thankfully just both of your clothes. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

Your head snaps over towards Finnegan. “You’re up early.” 

You sit at the edge of the bed. 

“I don’t want to be, but I lost my personal heater.” 

You smack his chest. “You know you love it.” 

“I wouldn’t say that.” 

“Don’t be mean to me or I might try to kiss you.” 

You ignore him, reaching for his shirt and your pants. “I’m leaving.” 

“Don’t leave.”

“I have to or else I’m kicking someone’s ass.” You turn around, buttoning one more button before opening the door. 

A gasp mixed with a chuckle escapes you; you reach behind you to push him away. “Finn! Stop!” You giggle. 

His places his hands on your thighs, holding you still. “I’m sorry, I thought you said kiss your ass. I was happy to oblige.” 

“Get off me, you dork.” 

“I’m afraid not.” 

“And, why’s that?” 

“This is too good of a view to give up.” 

You scoff and shove him away. 

-

Dale, Glen, and Jake turn their heads at the sound of the door hinges creaking. 

No one says anything. “If any of you say anything-” 

“You’ll what?” Glen asks. 

“I’ll kick your ass.” You spin around, poking Finnegan in the chest, whispering, “I swear, if you try to do what you just did, I will hurt you.” 

He offers a cheeky smile in return. 

“What are you three doing up? It burn peeing, already?” 

Glen gives you a dry laugh. “Funny, should we assume the same?” 

“Harsh, Glen. Harsh... where’s Roper?” 

“Right here.” 

Your eyes snap to the top of the stairs. “Hey, Rope.” 

“Hey, slut,” he says with a smile. 

“We all know you’re the biggest slut here.” 

“And proud of it.” 

“So, you’re not gonna kick my ass?” Finnegan asks, standing behind you. 

Neither of you realized it but he interlocked your fingers with his. 

“It’d be easier to hear you two together than giving each other sex eyes.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Now that, that’s taken care of. If you’ll just excuse us.” 

Your pulled back and the door is shut. 

-

“I didn’t realize I signed up for a horn dog.” 

“It was part of the package deal.” 

“Really?” You ask with a raised brow. 

“Yep.” 

“For some reason, I don’t believe it.” 

He shrugs. 

“Were you seriously standing behind me in your underwear?” 

“I can’t find my pants.” 

“Did you even look?” 

“N- hey! This isn’t about me, alright?” 

“What’s it about then?” 

“Your hot and I’m horny. If you think about it, the math adds up.” 

You purse your lips, marching towards the door, shaking your head, “nope.” 

You shove Finnegan into Dale’s arms. “He’s your problem.” 

Dale shakes his head, pushing his fellow teammate off him. “Not when he’s like this.” 

“Rub one out!” You shout, looking through the fridge. 

“Rub it for me!” 

-

“Why am I still here?” Roper walks out of the house, sitting on the front porch, chuckling at the sight of the guys sleeping on the grass. 

“Hey,” he shouts your name. “They’re still out here,” he chuckles. 

“No way,” you run to the porch. 

You slap your hands together, throwing your head back as you let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, this is amazing.” 

“Not as amazing as-” 

“Go back into your room, horn dog.” 

Everyone but Finnegan laughs.  

[sebsxphia]

I just start my period yesterday and I saw that you mentioned Jake ‘not afraid of periods’ Seresin and Seb… it got me thinkin’ about how Glen’s other characters would act when your on your period

Doesn’t matter if you’re his boss or his partner, Charlie would be sooooo attentive. Making sure you had what you needed, making sure you were comfortable and he can handle mood swings like a fuckin’ champ.

Him having experience in being an assistant means that he has a habit of remembering the little things you like and makes sure he has them ready for you.

Finn… Finn is kind of a wildcard.

But I 100% believe he wants period sex. He’s the one that suggests it, throwing random as facts or whatever bullshit he can say to hopefully get you to agree

“Honey, come on! Orgasms help with your cramps!”

“Finn-”

“Sweetheart, it’ll be fine! I’m not scared of a little blood. McReynolds broke his nose at the Sound Machine, the shit was every where!”

“Yeah but that’s different, Finn. I’d hate to get blood all over your sheets.”

“We’ll put towels down”

“Finn, you don’t let me go for a good 30 minutes after sex. I’m gonna need a shower”

“Boom! There’s our solution we’ll just fuck in the shower! Problem solved!”

*blinks*

“What? We’ve done it before”

(i hope you feel better seb 🫶🏼❤️💐)

hi my love!! i’m so sorry to hear you started yours yesterday and i hope it’s not too horrible for you 🥺🥺 thank you so much for your well wishes too!! it’s feeling a little better today!! 💖💖

i love these both so much!! dude. i couldn’t agree more with charlie. if he’s your assistant he’s already seen you screaming and shouting and then calmly calling someone on the phone, so he knows what to do and how to handle any heavy emotions you have whilst on.

and finn? oh my god absolutely. he is the master of talking you into period sex, using every scientific fact and book reading under the sun. weather they’re actually true or not doesn’t matter. he’s got you wrapped around his finger and you’ll do it anyway. annoyingly, he can be very convincing.

thank you so much for these my love, i love them sm!! 💌

[d4r32bstup1d]

everybody wants some!! characters as shit i have saved on my phone pt. 2/?

[halinski]

Okay but this guy

Looking at this guy

And being all like 'what a useless skill????'

Until he shows him just how he got so good at chopping things and Sam/Stiles like tosses away his own axe whoop I don't need that anymore

(and he also approves of the outfit)

[strugglingwriterwattpad]

cherry bomb pt 1 glen Mcreynolds x reader

everybody wants some 2016 - Glen McReynolds x reader.

In 1980s Texas, college athlete Jake Bradford moves into the communal house of his baseball team. The roommates soon begin to navigate the ups and downs of growing up unsupervised. The houses are in need of renovation bringing in the new landlord that quickly takes Glen McReynolds, captain, of the team, interest.

Word count – 20,996 in total

The baseball team was known throughout campus, with tons of sex and lots of broken hearts. Glen McReynolds being one of the biggest heartthrobs in his senior year. if he took a girl home it was for one thing. Sex. That evening though was different, it was a surprisingly quiet one with games of ping pong, basketball and a lot of beer. The freshers were already introduced, settled in and partly drunk due to the booze at the jolly fox. It was fun until the phone rang. The team captain answered the phone realising it was their coach. The coach spoke in a rush explaining to the senior he would be coming to the house to cover the year. "See you in a bit coach." As McReynolds hung up the phone to his coach, he raced downstairs shouting for his team in a panicked haze placing the device on the bench outside his bedroom. "Coach is coming in 10 minutes, get rid of the beer!" he bellowed. Everyone vaulted from their stations racing around the house to collect the broken bottles and cans. Kenny and Glen prioritized the fresh supply hiding it at the back of the garden between the mess they had already made and the wild weeds.

As they finished up their extreme clean, Finn watched the coach pull in along with another truck. a teal blue Ford pickup shaking from the volume of a song cherry bomb. As he kept watching, a girl jumped out the driver’s side, her ass facing towards the window blocking a view of her face. "Look, alive gentleman." As she turned around, the rest of the group landed on the sofa observing her with amazement. "This one's got a nice ass," Kenny muttered. Glen stayed silent watching her thighs as she walked alongside their coach. The woman wasn't as tall as the guys but stood with more confidence than most of the girls they hung around with. her skin was tanned from the Texan sun, with (H/C) fluffy locks styled to frame her cheeks. He watched her shake hands with the coach with a strong grip her (E/C) eyes sparkled in the summer sun. She was wearing cobalt denim shorts that cut off just above the start of her ass and a navy-blue crop top. Her lean neck was decorated with a thin silver chain just brushing her collarbone. She seemed a lot different to the girls they usually brought home. She walked with confidence, and independence but still portrayed a hint of shyness. "Holy shit."

The coach and the female stepped into the run-down house; the older man immediately ordered the group to sit on the sofas in the living room. Each guy that followed in eyed the young woman in shock she quickly stepped back, slightly feeling uncomfortable. "If you haven't met yet, I'd like to introduce you to the new guys on the team." The coach started. "Freshman Ty Plummer, catcher. Stand up, Ty. Come on, son. Alex Brumley, outfield. Sit down. All right. Jake Bradford and Billy Autrey, both freshman pitchers." Each boy stood up with a small wave before sitting back down on either their seat or on the floor. Glen ignored the freshers, keeping his gaze on the girl as she fiddled with her chain awkwardly. "Also, I'm taking a leap this year on two transfers, trying to shore up our pitching staff. From California, senior Charlie Willoughby. Stand up, Willoughby. And from Detroit, Jay Niles." As Jay stood up swinging a strange item in his hand, he winked towards the lady making her roll her eyes with a disgusted look. She could already tell he was gonna be the pain of the group. He was smug, with an ego probably bigger than himself. "All right. For you vets, I expect you to show the new guys around. Hopefully, be a positive influence on them. I'd appreciate that, all right? Okay, for the eight of you living in this house and the eight of you living next door, there's gonna be some guidelines for living here."

Finally, the coach turned his attention to the girl as she moved forward. "This is (Y/N) (S/N), your new landlord." The boys all leaned over in surprise. She was their age possibly a senior. How could she be their landlord? "She been generous enough to donate these houses to help with the overcrowding situation in athletic dorms, and we've agreed to be responsible for them." She owned the two houses. How was that possible, Glen thought. "So, two rules. Number one. No alcohol in these houses, okay? It's against school policy. Need I say more? Now, we can't stop you from having a drink down at that Jolly Fox and Sound Machine, or whatever. You're all over eighteen, all right? Just no booze in this house. Okay. Number two, and it's a biggie, gentlemen..." (Y/N) smiled lightly and snickered making Glen watch her before turning his attention. the coach spoke something he didn't want to hear.

"No girls upstairs in those bedrooms." Each boy let out a giant growl. "Yup. I'm sorry. She's gonna have to take it back to her place or, if you want, you can spend as much time as you like together down here. There's plenty of room in both these houses for socializing. So, if you just gotta bring some little gal back to the house, you keep her buns downstairs. You got it? Don't want the program taken down by a piece of poontang." The coach turned towards (Y/N) again stepping back as she started to speak. "Okay guys, I'm gonna be around for a few months. The plan is to get the houses in order and up to code. For now, I'm gonna focus on the kitchen ceiling so whoever's rooming above it for the time being I need your stuff out of that room." Kenny and Glen both raised their hands. "We'll get that sorted before we head out tonight," Kenny promised she nodded her head in thanks. "To add to that. (Y/N) has my personal number, if you boys do anything to upset make her uncomfortable and I find out about it, there will be consequences. I'm not gonna lose these houses because you boys couldn't be respectful." Each boy nodded their head, Niles rolled his eyes but still nodded.

"Okay, that's it. Voluntary practice is on Sunday. That's players-only now. Rulebook says I can't be on the field, so I'll see you fellas on Monday. Be responsible out there this weekend, okay? Think before you do something stupid, please." Glen pushed himself off the sofa alerting (Y/N) to his presence. She couldn't deny he was handsome. They were the same age, so she knew of him and his reputation. "All right. Mac, you got something?" His dark hair was styled thick and neck length with a matching moustache sitting on his top lip. His eyes were sharp fern green and intense. His body was typical of a sport major muscular thick and strong. "Yeah. Hey, new guys, listen up. Just so you know, "voluntary" means mandatory, okay? Everybody's got to be there. If you're not there, then you probably don't care about beating those fuckers from Arizona. And if you're not serious about that, you might as well go home." from the way he spoke she could tell how seriously he took the baseball league. A true leader in his major.

"If you guys don't mind, I'm gonna get started and have a look at the ceiling before you all leave. I'm assuming you’re heading to the sound machine." (Y/N) asked as the coach left in the car speeding out the drive. "I'll show you to the kitchen." Glen voiced pointing towards the door leading to the room. "Thanks..." she paused pretending to not know whom he was, not wanting his ego to balloon. "Glen McReynolds." He shook her smaller hand feeling her look him up and down with a leer on her plump rose lips. "Well, the ceilings are pretty much on the verge of collapse." He laughed as she turned her attention back to the room. The once white ceiling was now a murky grey, decorated with multiple cracks and chips. "No kidding." She muttered. As Glen watched her leap onto the counter, the boys peeked around the doorframe observing her tight ass almost in their captain's face. "Sorry." She spoke tapping the creaking wood as he turned to his teammates with a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, not wanting his group to ruin his view. He turned back round to the new landlord as she pulled out a blade dangling from her van keys, stabbing the ceiling with light momentum. she twisted it, black shavings fall out like it was snowing. "Damn it," she grumbled, dusting it off her shoulders and stepping down. "Looks like you've got a bad case of dry rot. 'I'll have to replace the whole ceiling." Glen stood in fright, worrying about the cost of such a replacement but stopped as she observed him a petite smile plastered on her cheeks. "don't worry about the money I can see your brain trying to figure out how much it is." She giggled delicately nudging his shoulder as she wandered towards the stairs towards the upper level. "Well, it is kinda my fault." He spoke. "How is wood rot your fault, McReynolds." She asked opening to door to his and Kenny's bedroom. "Oh."

A waterbed. A half-full waterbed. (Y/N) tried her best to hold in her laughter but Mac caught her. He liked seeing her laugh. The faint wrinkles under her nose when she stretched her skin to form a beautiful smile. "don't knock it till you try it miss landlord." She walked towards the cold mattress; she poked it giggling as it jiggled. "No thanks. Can't imagine sleeping on it let alone fucking on it." she laughed, "It would be like fucking on a pool float." Mac joined in on the amusement. He could already feel himself getting comfortable with the smaller female. Her aura was like a beacon of light like colours had been reintroduced to him. "Oh, believe me. It’s heaven." As the laughter died down Glen called out to Kenny hearing him marched up the stairs to join them. "Ready to get moving?" he asked, Glen nodded his head. "I'll try and finish the floor as fast as possible, but it depends on how quickly my dad can get the supplies cross our fingers, tomorrow." The boys nodded making sure she knew it wouldn't be a problem. (Y/N) watched the two guys carry their stuff into the hallway slightly enjoying the view of their clenching muscles and sweaty bodies. "Enjoying the view miss Landlord." Mac joked with a wink. As she lightly blushed, muttering a shut up towards the captain, making him laugh.

As the sun started to set (Y/N) moved her tools inside the house placing them just outside Glen and Kenny's room. "You know (Y/N) you can happily stay the night if it means you get more work done, we definitely don't mind at all." Finn joked as he rested on the windowsill. She rolled her eyes holding back a chuckle as she punched his shoulder. "Fuck off sex pest." She hid her blush from the blonde watching Glen finally finish setting up his base for the next few days. "Hey (Y/N). If you need any help with the house don't hesitate to ask. I'd be happy to lend a hand." The captain followed her down the stairs and to her truck eyeing her up and down one last time. He briefly noticed a small black mark down the side of her inner thigh where the fabric of her shorts pulled away. A tattoo? "I'm a big girl captain, don't need to worry about me. I've been doing houses like this since I was thirteen. This job might be an easy one for me anyway." Glen picked up her bag that sat on the dusty drive placing it on her passenger seat. While doing so, he trapped the girl between her car and his body the blush returning to her cheeks as she smelt his musk. The smell was addicting already. It was clear he had done some sort of exercise that day as his smell was strong of sweat but to her it was irresistible. The rest of his scent was a strong cologne mostly around his chest where her head levelled with his body. "And whys that miss landlord." He asked looking down at her smaller figure. He too was taking in her scent, a hint of vanilla but the main smell was like a sour sweet. Maybe a cherry or strawberry. He couldn't tell just yet. "I'll have some very entertaining tenants to stop me getting bored." He smiled widely loving the sight of her own smile. "You going to sound machine tonight?" she nodded her head following him to the driver’s side not expecting him to open the door for her like a gentleman. "I'll be wearing a pink two-piece, if you decide to come looking for me." Glen couldn't understand this girl. She seemed confident with him but nothing like the confident girls they usually brought back to fuck. From what he witnessed earlier with Finn, she was embarrassed by the innuendos and flirting. But his actions only made her blush and add to his flirtatious comments. "Is that an invitation to come to find you?" he asked shutting her door and leaning on her closed window. "However, you want to interpret it, McReynolds." She whispered swiftly driving away from the house sighing lightly as her heartbeat slowed down finally.

Glen walked back into the house, a big smile under his dark facial hair. He noticed all the guys watching like hawks from the doorway and up to the staircase. "Well, well well, captain." Nesbit laughed the rest of the group moving away and sitting on the sofas beers in hand. "Looks like she likes what she sees." Kenny joked. Glen sat down by his fellow senior a cold beer entering his hands before he could ask for one. "She seems fun," Jake spoke up. "Fun?! She's awesome." Finn argued. Niles sauntered inside the living space placing down the item he had been swinging since the landlord was introduced. "I call dibs. I want a piece of that ass" Jay ordered brushing out his facial hair with a sinister smile, Glen didn't like the look of that smile. "Hold on there, raw dawg, I think she's already chosen our captain." Nes argued making Mac laugh with pride. "she's not some piece of meat for you to hunt Detroit. Coach said to be respectful so do it." Glen stepped closer to the rebellious teammate; an intense stare plastered on his face. "Seriously Niles, don't mess this up for all of us. If we lose this house because of you, you're off the team." He threatened to hear the transfer student huff in disagreement. He didn't know why he was defending the girl he had only just met. Maybe he liked her maybe he just respected her. He couldn't tell.

(Y/N) finally laid down in her bed the teal cover wrapping around her legs, and she held onto the phone she was using. "I'm serious Bev, these guys are hilarious." She spoke clutching a pillow under her chest for support. Beverly, her art friend sighed heavily over the line knowing the group she had just introduced herself to well. "Remember (Y/N) not all of them are good news. That Glen McReynolds, the captain, there are all sorts of rumours about him." (Y/N) blew a raspberry, knowing she was right. There was barely anything good going around about McReynolds. But the dark-haired stallion seemed so nice and fun around her. It was a tough thought for the girl. Was he acting around the guys or was he acting around her? "I'll have to see Bev. I can't deny he is really sexy. I've got to go I’ll speak to you soon." As she hung up the phone, (Y/N) pulled herself up picked up the two-piece garments and headed to the bathroom.

As night fell on the campus, the baseball team sauntered their way into the sound machine. The building was filled with young men and women some drunker than others some hornier than others. The baseball team scattered themselves on the dance floor drawing woman after woman into their dance of lust, but Glen hadn't joined them. McReynolds sat comfortably in a booth with Kenny, but for the first time in a while, there was no girl clinging to him. He sat alone arms resting across the bag of the sofa with Kenny eyeing his sober companion. "Come on Mac what's your deal tonight?" Kenny questioned, taking his shot with no expression as the two girls surrounding him did the same. Glen took his shot, as he surveyed the girls he usually went for circling like vultures. He never realised how many girls he had used over the 3 years of college until now. There were at least four there that night just watching him almost begging him to come over. "I don't know man," he confessed. "Look dude, get your head out of the clouds. (Y/N) is a respectable girl do you really think she'll even give you or any of us a chance? You're a stud. The king of college pussy. And I'm sure she knows all about that, the rumours don't exactly do you any favours." McReynolds downed another shot slamming it down on the coffee table. "I know man. but... I don't know maybe it's time to pack it in. It’s our last two years of college, maybe it's time to grow up." Kenny stared his captain down intensely. Since (Y/N) had stepped out of her van he could tell Mac had almost changed completely without even realising it. he didn't know whether to be happy for his friend or concerned.

Later into the night, groups of people filled the dance floor one particular group of girls including (Y/N). They pushed their way to the bar ordering their shots as they continued their conversation, they had been having all night. "Look (Y/N), I get it he's cute, but if you want something more what's the point? He's just gonna break your heart as soon as you tell him you don't want to have sex." Her friend spoke licking the salt off her hand for a tequila shot. "I don't know. They really don't seem as bad as the rumours say. He was sweet." the young girl picked up her shot necking it back like it was nothing. "It's bullshit honey all bullshit. You deserve more than that."

Finn sat himself down next to Glen finishing his beer in one last gulp. "Eyes on the bar Mac. Your future wife has arrived." He joked. Glen quickly snapped his attention to the bar seeing her suck on a lime her friend had secured between her teeth. "Well...that I definitely didn't expect from her." He was not expecting to see her doing make-out shots. She didn't seem the type of girl to do those sorts of games "Wake up man she's not worth it." Jay mocked collapsing down by Finn. The group rolled their eyes trying too hard to ignore him. "she's just another weirdo. A bitch. She Ain’t gonna give you jack shit. You know from that little show I bet she's a lesbian" Before Jay could continue his rant, Glen got up, making his way over to the girl. "Shut the fuck up, Niles. your just mad she's got her eye on Mac and not you." Finn argued.

She wore a two-piece top and skirt with hot blush and with floral design all over in a lighter shade of pink. Tiny pom poms decorated the top and bottom brushing her thighs. Her enchanting legs were accentuated by a pair of neon orange heels that made her the same height as McReynolds. Her fluffy hair was curled around her face framing it perfectly with the orange liner she had on her lids. "Have a nice evening, miss landlord." He spoke softly leaning on the bar as her friends gasped. He had dressed in a light orange shirt, tight blue jeans and a deep pink belt wrapped around his waist. The group of boys knew he added the pink to match her. "Hello, tenant. Having a good night?" she asked. She ignored her friends whispering behind her focusing all her attention on him. He nodded his head eyeing her up and down as if he didn't that afternoon, the light tattoo markings on her leg were slightly more exposed showing a word. bomb? "No girl tonight, McReynolds?" she asked continuing her assault on the lime in her fingers, the juices trickling down her digits. "Not yet. I had a particular one in mind. She's very smart, extremely cute and currently, is being a tease with that lime in her cute little mouth." She let out a muffled laugh placing the lime down in her empty glass. The same red blush from earlier decorated her cheeks making his smirk wider. "I think you're getting too confident McReynolds. I don't drop my panties for just anyone." She told him sternly. "Well, it's a good job all I want is a dance tonight." She smiled wider looking down at his open hand begging her to take it. "Sure." She took hold of his larger hand; he felt her smooth skin as he place his second hand around her waist. "she's gonna get her heart crushed." Her friends spoke watching the two join the rest of the baseball team on the dance floor.

The team quickly changed their attention from their dance partners to their captain. the smile under his thick dark moustache was the biggest they had seen since college started. He led (Y/N)'s hips swaying side by side as the two laughed and talked above the loud music. "You confuse me." He started wrapping his hands around her waist pulling her closer. "You are completely shy when it comes to the other guys. I mean you completely blew off Finn's joke earlier. but with me you’re fine, you smile try and flirt back." Her hands went up to his neck curling the pieces of hair that brushed his neck in between her fingers. Their hips still danced to the beat of the music, but they slowly started drowning out the music. "I guess I just feel comfortable around you Glen." She confessed. "I'm glad you do." he slowed down their pace pushing her front closer to his own in an attempt to bring the beautiful red colour back. He succeeded. "We have baseball practice in the afternoon Sunday, you should come. I can show you why I was chosen as captain."

The team slowly made their way to their booth expect one. Their captain. Kenny and Finn watched the two, laughing as their friend got deeper and deeper into the trance of love. "he's already whipped." Finn commented. Jay quickly snapped his attention to the two examining their dance of sexual frustration. "Fucking idiot." He muttered. "Jealous much Detroit." Kenny laughed. Jay rolled his eyes necking his drink. "The raw dog doesn't get jealous. Especially when it comes to that frigid bitch." The two older students looked at each other mentally agreeing jay was jealous due to his lack of pussy. "Do you think he has a chance here?" Finn asked. "Oh yeah look at her she's mad for him. it's up to him though."

(Y/N) watched Glen as his hands got tighter around her waist loving the feeling of his larger fingers tracing her body. "Am I going to regret trusting you, Glen?" She asked seriously. "I hope not (Y/N). I really like you." He confessed. Her (E/C) orbs widened at his confession smiling brightly. "Then I'll come to practice. You better get a home run for me." The two laughed continuing their dance. Both feel like they can't let each other go just yet.

Seeing the run-down house made (Y/N) beam. Another day surrounded by surprisingly fun and pleasant baseball players. She was more excited knowing Glen would be there, but she wouldn't let him know how he made her feel just yet. She quickly jumped out of the car and grabbed hold of her favourite tool of all. her very used axe. "Hello, my friend." She joked to herself tying her hair up again and pulling her sleeves up.

"Here comes the landlord," Plummer called the boys all whistling towards Mac who surprisingly was not dressed in lounge clothes and was sat in jeans as a tight grey crop shirt. The boys could tell something had quickly changed about their captain. all night he had been ignoring girls, where he would usually be quick to eye up his next victim for the weekend even when (Y/N) left the bar he carried on ghosting women. His mind seemed to be in another world. They assumed it was their new friend. And they loved it. "Aww, poor Mac. I don't think I've ever seen you so desperate for pussy." Finn joked earning a hard smack from the captain. "Shut up Finnigan. Just trying to make her feel comfortable." Glen could defend himself all he liked but he knew they were right. "You mean comfortable around the stud of campus. Glen heartbreaker McReynolds." He couldn't get the beautiful, independent woman out of his head. He didn't know how he felt. Weak? Vulnerable? Whatever it was he was conflicted about whether he liked it or not. he knew one thing for sure. He liked her. "Sure, you are." Jay groaned marching himself upstairs to his room with a hard slam.

The girl was wearing a short jumpsuit made of blue denim, a tie in the middle pulling her waist in to show off her curves. The top buttons were slightly undone if another button came off her chest would be out. Her chain from yesterday was on and a large axe was swinging in her hands. "Morning gentleman." She smiled leaning the axe on her shoulders. God, she was sexy, Glen thought. He looked down at the tattoo again. Nothing but the bomb word poking through still. "I'm gonna be taking down the ceiling could you guys clear out the kitchen?" the group all agreed quickly getting to work on the task. "Oh, Glen. Have you got another axe by any chance?" Mac suddenly brought his attention back to her. Her eyes twinkled towards him like disco balls. "Yeah, in the garage." He said confused. "Go find it and come give me a hand upstairs." As she left to get started Glen raced towards the garden stopping as Kenny ruffled his hair annoying him. "Get some alone time with her dude!"

(Y/N) slowly ran her axe along her lines on the floor she had made yesterday, showing her where the rot had spread from the wound. She cut lightly into the wood to loosen it up but not enough to send it flying down on the group below just yet. As she finished up, McReynolds finally joined her telling her the kitchen was empty. She took hold of the axe in his hand brushing her fingers along his own. Her skin was slightly rough from her job but still soft, he was starting to like the feeling of her skin. "Take a hit at something other than baseballs, captain." she joked pointing the axe towards a plank of healthy wood. "Okay so this plank hasn't been cut yet there are two pieces currently holding the whole thing in place. when I say three give it the hardest hit you've got." She instructed. She passed the axe back over to the baseball player not expecting him to pull her into his muscular chest. "I don't know about the floor. But ill defiantly be hitting something. Maybe this fine woman leaning on my crotch." He groaned leaning his face into her soft hair. With a big sigh, she pushed herself away rolling her eyes playfully as she tried to hide her blush. "Good luck with that McReynolds, remember what I said last night. I don't drop my panties for just anyone." She spoke swaying over to the other side of the room. "And stop looking at my ass McReynolds focus on the axe. Don't want to lose a finger." The captain laughed through his breath. "No mam." She couldn't tell if she liked this attention. (Y/N) reminded herself of what Beverly had said the night before. The heartbreak, being left alone in bed in the morning. Was it worth it for this guy? She didn't know. But she knew she wanted him in a way she never wanted a guy before.

"Okay, one two, three." The two seniors took a big swing smacking the wood. Nothing "again. One, two, three." Another hard swing. Nothing again. "Leave it," she ordered. Glen rested the axe on his shoulder listening to the sound of cracking wood. "Step back." She grabbed hold of his shirt as the floor slowly sunk to the lower level with a hard bang. It looked like the main kitchen appliances had survived but the dead wood had shattered pretty much everywhere it had room to land. "That was pretty cool." He admitted. "I'd suggest getting takeout tonight." She joked laying her axe by her tool bag. "Can I use the phone I need to call my dad." He nodded his head looking down at the floor in a hunt for the phone cord. He took hold of her hand following the small cord into Beuter's room. "Beuter times up need the phone for work. hurry up." He ordered banging on the door. "What?" she asked her head tilting along with her ponytail. "Beuter hogs the phone to call his girl. Whom we suspect is also his cousin." (Y/N) lightly laughed punching his shoulder at the horrific joke. "Gross." The fresher quickly opened the door holding the phone out with a sorry. (Y/N) quickly picked up the phone thanking Glen as he left her in private. "Hey, Dad!"

The group rested on the sofa eyes locked on the tv screen. Glen laid his body down, his lower stomach exposed from the crop top. Before the guys could continue the show, Billy marched down the stairs carrying bags on his shoulders. "Hey, Beuter, you leaving us already?" Kenny laughed acknowledging the country boy carrying his stuff down the stairs. "Running home to Mama, Perkins?" Billy slammed his bags down on the ground in annoyance. "Come on, y'all, my name Ain't Beuter. Okay, guys? It's Billy Autrey." "Bullshit!" Glen interrupted, "It’s Beuter Perkins until we tell you otherwise. Now, where are you going, BP? You running back to that corn-fed girlfriend of yours already?" Glen joked taking a swig of his beer. "No, sir, I'll be back Sunday for practice." Once the kitchen had finally been cleared out the rest of the group joined in on the bantering. "Well, well, well! Looks like Beuter Perkins is getting laid this weekend. Huh? You finally trading in that phone for the real thing?" Dale laughed. "Shoot, y'all. Man, guys, she says she might be pregnant." As the words left his mouth (Y/N) stood behind him. her signature blush all over her cheeks and nose. "I came in at the wrong time." She muttered earning a smile from the captain.

She placed the phone on the coffee table thanking Glen for letting her use it. The captain swung his legs around allowing her a place on the sofa. As she sat down, he passed her a beer and swung his legs to the rest of her soft thighs with a wink. Her cheeks flushed with more colour at his move making him laugh under his breath. He already loved the colour her cheeks went from his actions towards her. "Yeah, man, that's what she says." Billy continued the conversation. "How late is she?" Jake asked. "She's a day late." The jeering quickly started confusing the poor country bumpkin. (Y/N) Heavily sighed a typical boy who had no idea how periods work. "Are you shittin' me Beuter? She's one day late on her period, and she's giving you shit?" Plummer groaned. "Billy. You're a dumbass." (Y/N) added making the guys laugh. "Even (Y/N) knows what's up. Listen, dude, she's just testing you to gauge your response. Are you the guy who says, "Don’t worry, I'll pay for the abortion," or do you start talking about marriage, which is what she's hoping for? Either way though, at this point, you're fucked. Give up Beuter Perkins." Glen leant up slightly shuffling (Y/N) closer to him. The warmth of his body radiated off him onto her. " No trust me, man, she's not fucking pregnant, all right? We've all been through shit like this. Except for Nes, of course, 'cause he's still a virgin. Look, she's just taking your little chicken-fried nuts and she's running them through the wringer, okay?" (Y/N) nodded her head calming Billy down knowing a girl agreed with what McReynolds was saying to him. "She's just giving you shit for it because you left her back on the farm with all the other little pigs you used to fuck." The laughter erupted in the room at the thought (Y/N) included covering her mouth trying not to snort from the strength of her laughter. "I Ain't never put it in a pig! What do I say to her if she is? (Y/N) what would you want to hear?"

The girl quickly stopped laughing embarrassed by the boy’s question. "God, I don't know I've never had to worry about that." She spoke leaning up to get her beer from the coffee table. "I don't believe that for a second." Finn laughed, "You’re extremely hot, funny and have a good laugh. Guys must be lining up for you." As she finished her swig of beverage, she shook her head. "I've only been with one guy, and he was shit and the last two times I've slept with someone were with girls." Each boy's eyes blew up in shock the night before was enough for their fantasies to run wild with the way she kissed her friend for the lime trapped in her mouth. But knowing she's been with a woman the way they had was extremely sexy to them. Especially Glen. "Just take responsibility for it. let her know you know it's not entirely her fault. At the end of the day, it's not up to you what she decides. You can't stop her from keeping it or getting rid of it. it's not your body." Billy quickly snapped out of his fantasy nodding his head at her order. "Seriously (Y/N) you've never had a little slip-up," Kenny asked genuinely curious. Glen could feel the heat from her nervousness. "God no!"

"Stop embarrassing her," Mac ordered interrupting any more questions towards the girl. "School hasn't even started yet and you're well on your way to the official freshman numb-nut of the year award." He continued pointing towards Billy. Before the group could continue the conversation a honk from a van stopped them. "Shit. I forgot" She muttered jumping up forgetting about glens legs resting on her. "that's my dad." she jumped out the door towards the new van parked up by hers. A fairly large man stepped man close to retirement age. The boys quickly sorted themselves out intimidated by his large strong build.

"Hi, daddy!" (Y/N) shouted as he started spinning her around in a crushing hug. "Hey, pumpkin." His voice was extremely strong and rough spooking the group of boys. Glen quickly pulled out his acting skills making himself look more gentlemanly than he was. "Boys! Make yourself useful and grab some planks." McReynolds ordered watching her dad unlock his pickup. They instantly sprung up taking their fair share of the material and taking it upstairs. "Good man, I'm guessing you're the captain of this 'team'." He air quotes confusing Glen looking down at (Y/N) for an explanation. "Dad stop." She spoke, "You’re scaring them." (Y/N) stood herself by Glen making him smile at the smell of her perfume. Sweet with a hint of mint.

Glen stuck his hand out towards the large man trying hard to not show how intimidated he was. "Glen McReynolds sir. "If he thought (Y/N)'s grip was strong, her dad's was ten times stronger. If he wanted to, he could break the college senior's arm. "Finally, someone with the balls to talk to me without pissing themselves. Brian (S/N)." (Y/N) quickly pulled Brian away lightly touching Mac's hand as she did. "Please stop scaring them, Dad. I promise they have been nothing but welcoming." She spoke softly obviously calming her protective parent. "We appreciate what your daughter is doing for us and for letting us live here sir." The older gentleman laughed through his nose looking Mac up and down as (Y/N) walked back into the house, her hips swaying as she took each step. "So...judging by your staring McReynolds, eyeing my little girl like some prize. You've already smitten with her" Glen's palms suddenly felt sweaty. "I can't deny sir, she's probably the most beautiful girl I've ever met. But unless she instigates anything I have no intention of pursuing it." Brian's intense eyes didn't budge from his green orbs. He sighed heavily shaking his head. "Get your boys out here." He ordered.

One by one the boys lined up almost like soldiers in the war shaking from fear. How could such a fun, happy girl come from the balls of such an intimidating, terrifying man? "I'm only gonna say this once boys." He growled pointing his scared fingers at each boy as they gulped. "If my daughter comes home pregnant by one of you sad sacks. I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your empty skulls. I don't care what you think you can pursue here but without my permission, it Ain’t gonna end up being anything." The group quickly nodded their heads with force almost in sync, Glen recognising her father used his own words against him. "Okay Dad I think it's time you go!" as (Y/N) finally joined them outside, she grabbed hold of her dad's arm pulling him back towards his van.

The morning had gone quickly for (Y/N). The planks of woods the boys, fearfully brought in for her had all been set in place and the overworked girl wiped the sweat off her forehead. The boys had decided to take their fun outside hoping to keep out of her way until she needed help. "I'll bet you 10 bucks." Glen and Nesbit had once again set themselves up with a bet, involving an axe and a baseball. "Ten bucks?" Glen questioned taking a swig of his beer. "Yeah. Ten bucks." He picked up the axe tapping the blade along his trainer. "You wanna go... That's steep for you. Best out of three. So, I gotta get two?" the captain started walking back keeping his distance for a good swing. "Yeah, Mac, two." As he readied his axe exposing more of his toned stomach, (Y/N) walked outside wiping her wet face with a towel. Glen watched her intensely; the droplets of sweat made her (S/C) skin shine like liquid gold. "Oh, man. I mean, this is gonna be fun." He snapped himself out of his trance focusing on his teammate. "This is gonna be very fun, Nesbit." He smirked. To him, it was his chance to impress the girl he was drooling over.

"Come on. Come on, Mr Axe. Strong Man." Nesbit grabbed hold of a baseball swinging his arm in preparation. "Anytime," Glen spoke aiming the axe above his neck. Nes’s hand finally left the ball. It moved quickly towards Mac, but he didn't seem fazed by the speed. He swung the axe just as (Y/N) focused on the bet in motion. The ball quickly split into two, almost perfectly in half. "Fuck. I don't believe what I just fucking saw." Brumley looked down at the fallen pieces in shock. "You know how strong you'd have to be to do that?" Kenny replied. (Y/N) picked up the closest piece to her looking at each layer to the ball not realising Glen had joined her with the other piece. He slowly laced his hand with her own placing the second piece in hers. She quickly looked up towards him, his forest green eyes looking deep into her own (E/C) ones. For a split second, he thought she looked down at his lips but brushed it off as a change in the light. Before anything else could be attempted from the baseball player, (Y/N) snapped from their staring contest being alerted to a voice calling to her. "Hey (Y/N) could I borrow you for a sec," Jake asked, the (H/C) haired woman followed the freshman placing both slices of the ball into her pockets. Glen has left in the middle of the path an annoyed expression slapped on his face. "Damn bro, you were eye fucking her." Nesbit chuckled slapping his captain on the back. "Fucking pitcher's gonna get it when she leaves." He groaned.

Jake and (Y/N) sat down in Willoughby's van drinking the beers they had picked up on the way. "Do you know the auburn-haired girl in 307 I think she does drama or something creative?" he asked. "Beverly? Yes, why?" The freshman took a long gulp of beer before continuing. "I want to get to know her, but I don't want to come off as creepy you know?" the landlord sighed heavily drinking her drink thinking. "Well, she's a performing arts student so something creative would work." The two were silent for a moment listening to the groups enjoying the evening sun. As they did Glen looked over watching her lick her lips tasting beer. He listened in on their conversation. He knew he shouldn't be, but he was jealous. He wanted her attention. He wanted to talk to her. "I've got it. since you know where she lives... creep. Draft a poem on a piece of paper with your number on it. tape it to her door with some flowers on it. not a full bouquet just some light flowers like daisies or something. a sweet gesture without looking like a creepy secret stalker." Jake nodded his head taking the idea into mind before smiling heavily. "That sounds perfect. Thanks. I'm guessing you would want that for yourself." She shook her head lightly finishing her bottle.

"I'm not sure what I want to be honest. I've only ever dated one guy and he cheated and the girl I was sleeping with was more of a friend-with-benefits thing rather than a relationship. shows how much I know about this stuff." She placed her beer down on the grass under the van as Glen stepped closer to listen in. "what happened if you don't mind me asking." Jake looked up towards his captain realising he was eavesdropping and smiled. "He wanted sex almost every night it got too much. So, when he couldn't get it from me, he got it from someone else. I woke up one morning with a note calling me a prude and he started fucking a cheerleader. that was in freshman year." Jake's eyes blew up at the store, and Mac's as well. It explained a lot about her like her cheeks blushing at the conversation with Perkins or calling Finn a sex pest. But it didn't make sense to him why she was happy to be around him, knowing his reputation. "Damn that's fucking awful." He huffed and finished his drink as well. "What do you think of McReynolds? He seems to like you a lot." The pitcher turned towards Glen with a light wink. "I don't know. he's cute and very attractive. but I want something more than just a good fuck and an empty bed when I wake up. you guys don't exactly have a reputation for romance and faithfulness" Jake nodded his head in agreement twisting his body to face McReynolds. Maybe it was time to pack in the bachelor reputation like he had suggested to the boys last night. He never realised how much damage it was doing until now. He couldn't deny it was nice getting girls anywhere he went but now. It was finally coming to bite him in the ass.

"Just call her Mac, invite to her join us tonight." Jake had decided to help out (Y/N) as thanks for helping him. McReynolds wasn't exactly the man she wanted but he could sure try to be. The romance didn't come easy to him, opting out of the sex-first romance-later approach. "What would I fucking say, freshman. 'Hey (Y/N) I fucking like you. wanna join me tonight so I can show you I can be a man and give up the bachelor life." The captain mocked himself holding a handphone to his ear as he got ready for the sound machine. "Almost, just be honest. 'Hey (Y/N) I really like you and want to take you out tonight'." Glen rolled his eyes necking the last bottle before putting his cologne on and rubbing it into his hairy chest. "What are you doing?" he asked watching Tyrone rub the liquid onto his neck like perfume. "Putting it on." He muttered. "First time wearing cologne? Get it on there, man. Get it under your arms and on your chest. Don't just put it on your neck. Come on." Jake rolled his eyes towards the senior, ignoring his blatant attempt to hide his nervousness with smugness. "Trying to help you out, and you're gonna question me? Jesus. I'm telling you, man, chicks dig this shit. All right? Now you can come back here and do the five-knuckle shuffle all night if you want to. I don't really care." Before Glen left the room Jake pulled him back lightly earning a hard glare. "And that's why she won't think you’re serious about being with her Mac. She wants loyalty, a partner not a fuck buddy."

Glen marched himself back up to his room grabbing hold of the phone that had finally had a break from Beuter's constant use. He dialled her number left by the coach, praying for some sort of confidence boost. "Hello?" her angelic voice entered his ear drum pushing his smile upwards. "Good evening miss landlord." He smiled hearing her light laugh back. "Well, hello to you tenant." She giggled. "I know it’s short notice, but I want to hang out with you tonight. The boys are all going to the sound machine wanna join? I can get you so you're not walking up alone in the dark." He tried so hard to be as emotional as possible hoping the idea of his worry about her walking alone would help his case. "Like a date?" she questioned. "If that's okay with you?" he stuttered. Fuck he stuttered. "I'd like that, Glen." She smiled twirling the phone cord between her fingers. "Cool. I'll get to you at eight. Wear something cream." She bit her lips lightly agreeing and hanging up the phone before squealing into her pillow with excitement.

[carleighalpha]

Vixen By Nature Pt 2

{Y/N} is dealing with morning sickness, but here comes McReynolds to the rescue!

Rating: T

Word Count: 460

Imagine: Fluff

Warnings: Fluff Overload

{Y/N} was currently feeling all kinds of sick as she rubbed her small belly. Being two months pregnant was something that came with drawbacks. Morning sickness and heavy cravings. She loved the sexual drive it gave her, but she groaned as she quickly got up and ran to the bathroom in her apartment. The sounds were a lot for McReynolds, but he came after her and held her {H/C} hair so it didn’t catch any vomit.

“ That’s it, let it out.” He said as he rubbed her back. Two minutes passed as {Y/N} upchucked her breakfast, but it soon ended. She pulled back and got up. She quickly brushed her teeth. {Y/N} quickly flushed the gross evidence down.

“ When does it end?” {Y/N} asked as she grabbed a tanktop and put it on.

“ Well being in your first trimester, it should end rather soon.” Glen said as he held her. She smiled as he walked her to the couch to lay down. He placed a hand on her belly and softly rubbed it.  

“ Looking all sexy.” Glen said as he looked deep in her {E/C} eyes.

“ Oh stop.” {Y/N} said with a small blush on her cheek.

“ You have such a cute glow on you. I see you absentmindedly rubbing your belly when I look towards you, even when you sleep. When you crave fruit, you have these cute little dimples that curve your smile when I bring it to you.” Glen said as {Y/N} began to slightly tear up.

“ Hunny!” {Y/N} said as she rubbed Glen's cheeks as she kissed his nose. He smiles at her before picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom.

“ Let’s plug in a movie, eat some strawberries and mango slices.” Glen said with a smile. {Y/N} squealed at this and Glen chuckled. He got her under her favorite fluffy blanket and went into the kitchen. He sliced up some big strawberries and mango. As he returned, he saw {Y/N} plugging in Rocky Horror Picture show, her favorite movie. He smiled and sat down next to her.

“ Tim Curry in this is amazing.” {Y/N} said as she saw Tim Curry show up in the elevator in full attire in front of Brad and Janet.

“ It's just a jump to the left.” Glen said as he lifted a mango slice up and {Y/N} smiled before eating it.

“ Such a musical head.” He said as {Y/N} smirked as tint in her cheeks lit up.

“ I can’t wait.” {Y/N} said with a smile as Glen held her close. His body heat pulled her into a deep sleep. Glen just smiled as her smile stayed on her face while she slept deeply.

[countrichmond]

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[inlovewiththefictionalcharacters]

Part - 4 : We shall Everybody wants some!! (Glen McReynolds X Reader)

Author’s note: So, this is the 4th part of this series! Hope you guys like it! And I’m so sorry for updating it so lately. I have been busy and still am. But I tried to write this yet. Hopefully you guys like it.

Warnings : none.

Glen was getting ready in the bathroom for the date. He was applying some cologne, well a lot of cologne but not too much to his neck and chest, rubbing it to his skin while staring at his reflection in the vanity mirror. He placed the bottle on the counter beside him and started rubbing the liquid to his chest when Plummer walked inside along with Jake. Jake was setting his hair and Glen was still getting ready when Plummer took the cologne bottle and applied a very little bit of it to his neck. 

“What are you doing?” Glen asked him, looking at the boy as if he’s a measly teenager when the said boy kept the bottle back in its former place.

“Put- putting it on” Plummer replied.

“First time wearing cologne?” Glen asked him.

“No”

“Get it on there, man. Get it under your arms and on your chest” Glen told him and went back to staring at his reflection in the mirror.

“ Don't just put it on your neck. Come on” he added, while setting the collar of his shirt.

“I don't know, man. Too much of this smells like cat piss” Plummer said while Glen took a comb and started setting his hair.

“Yeah, no shit” Jake said while walking out of the room.

Glen looked at Plummer and wondered “Trying to help you out, and you're gonna question me?”

He then looked back at the mirror and muttered “Jesus.”

He then stoop towards it to get a closer look at his face and said “I'm telling you, man, chicks dig this shit. All right? Now you can come back here and do the five-knuckle shuffle all night if you want to. I don't really care” brushing his moustache.

“What's the five-knuckle shuffle?” Brumley asked, walking into the room when Glen stood straight.

“Jesus, freshman, figure it out, man” Glen muttered in exasperation and walked out of the room.

(Y/N)’s room was in a whole mess with her clothes scattered everywhere. Emily was laid on (Y/N)’s bed on her stomach while staring at (Y/N) and giving her a few reviews about the clothes she’s wearing.

“This one looks pretty good too” Emily said while (Y/N) twirled around in front of her, showing off the sleeveless light blue dress she’s wearing.

“I still think this isn’t good. Hell, I hated this dress when my mom forced me to buy this one. I look like a wannabe nun in this” (Y/N) checking herself out in front of the mirror.

She then sighed and peeled the dress off of her. Emily whistled when she saw the red lacy lingerie that (Y/N)’s wearing.

“McReynolds’s surely getting laid today” Emily said with a smirk, making (Y/N) blush a thousand shades red.

“Shut up, Emily!” (Y/N) exclaimed.

She strutted towards her closet and sighed looking at the dresses inside it. She then grabbed a sleeveless maroon dress with a thick black belt at the waist and wore it.

She twirled in front of the mirror looking at herself and muttered “Perfect.”

“Oh, thank god! I thought that you’ll never find a dress for this date!” Emily groaned and slumped completely down onto the bed.

(Y/N) smiled and walked over to the dressing table to slightly curl her hair.

Just when she finished getting ready, a knock was heard in the dorm room, making Emily to sit up lazily while (Y/N) looked at Emily like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh, my god! I think he’s here!” (Y/N) rambled, slightly freaking out.

Emily rolled her eyes and said “Oh my god! Stop it! It’s not the first time you’re seeing McReynolds and it’s definitely not the first time you’re about to talk to him.You are (Y/N) (L/N)! So, pull your big girl panties up and open the fucking door before he thinks that you’re bailing.”

(Y/N) looked at herself, one last time in the mirror, grabbed her purse, wore her black heels and walked towards the front door. After taking a huge breath, she opened the door and looked at him. Glen. Her heart started beating rapidly, looking at him, who looked so handsomely confident as always, with a bouquet of red roses in his hand. Her favorite flowers.

“Glen” (Y/N) said, giving him a small smile.

“(Y/N)” Glen said and gave her the red roses which accepted gladly.

He took a step towards her, kissed the corner of her mouth and said “You look beautiful as always.”

(Y/N) being (Y/N) blushed making him smile.

“Good god! Now whisk her out of here! I need to get ready” Emily said, standing right behind (Y/N), making (Y/N) jump in surprise while Glen looked at Emily with narrowed eyes.

(Y/N) was about to go back inside to put the flowers into a vase, but Emily beat her to it, saying “It’s okay. I’ll put them in the vase. And oh! I’m not gonna be here tonight. So the dorm’s all yours” and took the flowers from (Y/N).

“Emily!” (Y/N) looked at her with narrowed eyes while Glen just laughed.

“Sorry sorry. Okay. You guys should go. Have fun you two!” Emily said and practically pushed (Y/N) out and onto Glen, who caught her immediately. 

Before (Y/N) could yell at Emily, Emily closed the door, making (Y/N) roll her eyes.

“So, shall we?” Glen asked, holding out his hand for her with a smile on his face, making (Y/N) look at him then his hand.

“We shall” (Y/N) said with a smile, placing her hand into his.

With that, the two of the walked towards his car.