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Give It To Me

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader

["Give It To Me" by Timbaland]

[18+]

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• summary - you've always had a crush on your best friends older brother. looks like he has a crush on you too lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 4.7k • warnings - fem!reader, best friend's older brother!gaz, unprotected piv, oral [f!receiving], fingering, praise, alcohol consumption, you smoke weed with gaz, you fuck while you're high too, strong language

ok ok there are not enough fanfics of gaz on this bloody app and enough is enough i say. proud gaz whore right here 🙏 gaz nation rise up !!! also i LOVE timbaland like early 2000s music has no right to slap that hard.

this wasn't requested at all lol but hey maybe it's just a 1k special. lots of luv x

the hat stays on while we fucking— yoooo who said that that's crazy ????

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You had always had this stupid crush on your best friend's older brother.

How could you not? Just look at him.

He was nice, funny, a bit shy but yet still such a social butterfly. He was ridiculously attractive, too, obviously. Pretty dark eyes, a perfect smile and— good lord— abs that you could see whenever he wore that tight compression shirt during his morning workouts.

Spending the night at your best friend's house was always so much fun. Yeah, your friend was the best and you always had such a good time with her. But, if you woke up at just the right time and, conveniently, went downstairs to get a glass of water, you'd run into Gaz. Compression shirt on, dampened slightly with sweat, as he stirred up his protein shake at the kitchen counter.

You'd feign innocence. Hi Gaz, what brings you up at this hour? Real subtle, you thought, considering you'd found yourself in this exact situation four times. But hey, you can't blame yourself. He just looked... so good.

So, for the longest time, it was always a stupid crush. Nothing more than that.

Until it was more than that.

The ball began to roll the day he returned home from deployment a month or so ago.

You were lounging on the couch, your best friend in the shower, when he stumbled into the house, looking absolutely beat. He saw you first as he closed the front door.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hey, Gaz," you smiled back. "Welcome back."

"Thanks," he laughed breathlessly. "I'm so happy to be home."

He looked around the quiet, empty house. You could only just hear the shower upstairs running. Gaz exhaled through a laugh, shaking his head slowly.

"So much for a welcome committee." He joked.

"Hah, were you expecting one?" You asked, smiling.

He shrugged. "I mean, it would've been nice. I've been gone for three and a half weeks, you know, risking my life and all."

"Oh, I'm sorry, thank you for your service," you mock saluted from the couch, much to his amusement. He smiled at you, finally dumping his duffel bags in the hallway near the door. You cocked your head at him, jokingly saying: "Would you like me to be your welcome home committee?"

He faked appreciation, placing a hand to his chest and pouting. "I would be honoured. Thank you."

"Oh my god." You rolled your eyes, and the both of you laughed while you got off the couch.

You crossed the room, clearing your throat as you stretched your arms wide. "Sergeant Garrick! It's so great to have you home!"

He laughed again, smile stretching wider as he wrapped his arms around your middle, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He leaned back, your feet leaving the ground and making you release a noise of surprise. After hugging you tight, he gently lowered you back to the floor.

"Thank you." He smiled.

You pat his chest. "Of course. Thank you for your service."

He still had his hands on your waist when you said that.

And that was only the beginning.

The ball was rolling slowly, but steadily. A few weeks later, after days of joking with one another— flirting? you weren't sure— and throwing banter back and forth, it happened again. A moment between you two that contributed to the shift in your dynamic.

He stumbled into the house in the early hours of the morning, drunk as fuck. You and your friend had been up all night watching movies, and she had only just fallen asleep upstairs. You told her you were going to get a drink of water so, as Gaz staggered into the house, you were at the kitchen sink, a half-drunk glass of water in your hand.

He was tripping over his feet, muttering something, laughing to himself. You watched him silently, as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He dropped to his knees, failing to crawl up them. He gave up, and slouched against the bannister.

"Rough night?" You asked him, placing the cup in the sink.

"Mhm," he muttered, pulling himself away from the stairs and into the kitchen. "V-very rough."

He sank onto one of the barstools, swaying slightly.

You shook your head at him, grabbing a fresh glass and filling it with water. You slid it to him, and he happily accepted.

"Thanks," He slurred, and chugged the whole glass. He pushed the empty glass back towards you. "More?"

You gave him a look as you took the glass. It was meant to be a “slow down” kind of look, but he clearly took it a different way.

"More, please, love." He said, resting his head on his arms, watching you with hooded eyes as you refilled his glass.

"Drink this one slowly," you said, giving it to him. He did, sipping at the water as you watched. "Special occasion, was it?"

He swallowed his mouthful. "Not really, but Soap's in town. He... he can drink me under the t-table, Jesus Christ. He had like... f-five hundred more pints than... than me and he walked outta there fine."

You laughed quietly. "Your fault for taking him on."

He hummed, finishing his glass. When he passed it back to you, he gave you a lazy smile. "Thanks, love."

"Sure." You said calmly. Your stomach was doing fucking backflips.

He hummed again, watching you place the glass in the sink. When you turned back around, his eyes dropped for just a moment. Not enough to make you uncomfortable, but long enough to make you say—

"My eyes are up here, Garrick."

His lips quirked further, smirk unfaltering. "I like your pyjamas."

You rolled your eyes. Short shorts, a loose fitting tee that you have no idea where it came from, fuzzy slippers.

"Whatever." You scoffed.

"No, I do," he said, still smiling. "That's my shirt."

Your body went hot.

"Seriously?"

"Mhm..." He chewed at his bottom lip.

Your best friend had loaned it to you. That bitch—

"I'm so sorry. Do you want it back?"

"Oh my god, no, don't even worry," he sounded sincere for just a moment, before: "It suits you better, anyway."

Moments like these continued to happen.

And eventually, the ball rolled to it's final destination: today, your best friends birthday.

She was pretty popular, considering she did a whole bunch of extra-curricular activities and made friends with quite literally everyone she met. So her house was packed full of people, most of whom you knew, drinking and dancing to music that would most likely cause a noise complaint further into the night.

You had had a fair bit to drink. Not enough to be absolutely pissed, but enough to have your body buzzing and your eyelids fluttering if you sat down for a bit too long. Your best friend, on the other hand, was drunk as hell. You spent half the night making sure she didn't somehow end up on the roof like last year. But that was a whole other story.

Later into the night, your friend had wandered off— safely, thank god— to join a game of beer pong in the dining room. You needed some fresh air, so you made your way onto the front porch, devoid of any people.

You could still hear the people and music pulsing together inside, and you took a deep breath, cool air filling your lungs. You felt yourself sobering up as the chilled air hit your bare skin. Probably for the best, anyway.

"Had enough, eh?"

You recognised the voice. The voice you were weirdly attracted too. Was it weird to be attracted to a voice? Probably. Maybe you were over thinking—

Gaz sat down beside you on the front step, your knees brushing.

"Yeah, just wanted to chill for a bit." You told him, the warmth of his body beside yours really making the alcohol clear out of your head.

"Fair enough," he said. "Birthday girl's had a bit to drink, hasn't she?"

You bit out a laugh. "You have no idea. I don't think I've seen her touch anything other than alcohol all night. She's gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow."

"Her fault." He said, humour in his words.

He looked over at you, taking in your face for a second. You met his eyes, head cocked slightly as he smiled at you.

"What?" You smiled.

"You smoke?" He asked.

You shrugged. "Depends."

Gaz laughed. "Depends on what?"

"Depends who I smoke with," you replied. "By myself? Sure. With your sister? Sure."

"What about with me?" Gaz asked, patting his jacket pocket.

"Sure." You said simply, the two of you fighting smiles.

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A little while later, you were sitting on Gaz's bed, right beside the semi-open window. You'd never been inside his room before, so you were intent on playing it cool. It was much how you expected it to be. Simple, but him. Photos from his high school days, from his days in the military. A punching bag in the corner— which, on any other day, would have been a red flag if it wasn't Gaz we were talking about here.

He passed you the joint, fingers brushing yours. He was slouched against the bed, too, head resting on the windowsill, peering out the window. Wisps of smoke furled from his lips, disappearing into the night.

You giggled at the sight before inhaling, taking a couple of hits before rolling the joint mindlessly between your fingers. Your slightly hooded eyes watched Gaz and the way his own eyes darted across the sky, looking at the stars. Then, as you put your lips around the tip of the blunt again, his eyes fell on you.

"You good?" He asked, sitting up as you passed the joint to him.

You smiled at him. "Mhm."

The music was loud downstairs. You could feel the vibrations coursing through the walls as you leaned your head against it. You had butterflies in your stomach, a warm, fuzzy sensation in your brain and your cheeks were beginning to hurt from the strength of your smile.

Gaz took a few lazy hits from the blunt over the span of a couple of minutes. You watched him in silence, chewing at your bottom lip. You watched the way his eyelashes fluttered, how his pupils had expanded in the moonlight, and how he wet his lips with his tongue after every inhale. You now had a second heartbeat deep in your core, and you released a shaky exhale.

"You're so pretty..." You sighed, watching the way he twisted the narrow joint between the knuckles of his index and middle finger.

He hummed, eyes darting across your face. "I think that's supposed to be my line."

You giggled behind your hand, body heating up more than it already was. You shifted against the mattress of his bed, blankets bunching beneath you, smelling of him.

"You think I'm pretty?" You asked in a whisper, reaching over and plucking the blunt from Gaz's fingers. He watched you take a hit, his tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth in concentration.

He nodded as the joint tip glowed. He kept nodding, slowly, lazily, until you passed it back to him. You held it out to him, fighting a smile, wiggling it in front of his face, fresh embers flickering.

Instead, he gently grabbed your wrist— as though you were the most fragile being on earth— and pulled you closer to him. You obliged, shuffling along the bed on your knees until they knocked against his own, your silhouettes framed by the moonlight streaming in from the partially opened window.

Still holding your wrist, Gaz lowered his mouth and took a deep hit, eyes locked to yours. Your stomach flipped, brain feeling extra fuzzy and warm as you locked your eyes onto his glossy brown ones. Then, without exhaling, he gently pried the rest of the blunt from your fingers and placed it on the ashtray on the windowsill.

He pulled you closer until you were straddling his lap, thighs beneath yours. He placed one hand on the small of your back, the other cupping the side of your head. He guided your face down to his and you parted your lips in a small gasp. When your lips brushed— not quite a kiss— he exhaled the smoke into your mouth, tendrils of ghostly white passing between your mouths. You released a sound, low in your throat, as you felt the smoke swirl, bitter, into your mouth, your eyes fluttering while you struggled to maintain eye contact. Gaz responded to the sound, pulling your hips closer to his own.

You were the first to pull a way a bit. He watched you closely, eyes moving all over your face.

Your core was pulsing, your body was warm.

"Jesus..." Gaz whispered, hand rubbing carefully along the side of your face, along your jaw. "M'gonna... m'gonna kiss you, okay? Is... is that okay?"

It was your turn to nod slowly, wetting your lips.

"Mhm." You hummed, trying to hold a poorly timed giggle at bay.

He exhaled deeply, breath fanning across your face before he leaned in and captured your lips with his own. It was tame, in the beginning. Then, he licked his tongue along the seam of your mouth and you opened for him, letting him explore. You and him both moaned in unison when your tongues connected, warm and solid, tasting both bitter from the weed and sweet from the cheap alcohol. His hand moved to the back of your head, bringing you closer, tilting you in a way that he could sink his tongue deeper.

The kiss was now the furthest from tame— all tongue, teeth and spit. The wet sounds, combined with his soft whimpering and your low whines, made the kiss much more pornographic than intended. You pressed your hands down his strong shoulders, feeling the muscle, scratching your nails against the cotton of his shirt.

The hand Gaz had on your lower back moved southward, brushing along the curve of your arse and squeezing the flesh there gently. He kneaded it through the material of your skirt while you ground yourself onto his lap.

You tried to pull away from the kiss, but he chased it; eyes still closed, seeking the heat of your mouth. You let him as he whined into your mouth, the hand on your arse moving back to your lower spine.

"Gaz..." you whispered once you finally broke your lips away from his. He blinked up at you, lips wet with your shared saliva, breath coming in shallow pants.

Wordlessly, you reached around and grabbed the hand that he had on your back. You moved it between the two of you, urging him beneath the front of your skirt. His eyes grew wide in excitement, letting you guide his hand to your underwear. He cupped your core, and, for the second time that night, you moaned in unison. You were wet and warm against the skin of his palm, even through the material of your underwear.

"Bloody hell..." He muttered, dipping his fingers past your underwear, dragging them lightly against you. His eyes flicked up to yours, trying to gauge your facial expressions as he made his touch firmer, sliding two fingers through your slicked folds.

Is this okay?, his deep brown eyes asked.

You hummed a moan, your eyes finding his, replying; obviously.

His two fingers languidly sunk into your cunt without resistance, your core slick and dripping, still maintaining a steady heartbeat, which made you squirm in his lap. He sunk his fingers to the knuckle and he let out a low whine before pulling them out and repeating his actions. You keened into him, chest flushed with his, tossing your head back as his fingers began a steady pace.

His thumb crept up your core and pressed against your clit, already puffy and swollen with your arousal. Gaz moved in slow circles, listening to your body, listening to your sounds. Much like your kiss, the sound of his fingers entering your hole were loud, even over the bass of the music. Wet. So fucking wet. You could feel the glide of his fingers, the arousal that leaked into your underwear.

Gaz had his mouth agape, watching raptly as you breathed out whine after whine, face inclined towards his ceiling. He kept you firmly in his lap, having moved a hand down to your hip to keep you steady. His other hand, knuckle deep in your sopping cunt, searched for the spot inside you that'd have you seeing stars.

He found it.

He knew he did when you choked on a gasp, a beautiful moan falling from your kiss-bruised lips. You tilted your head forward to look at him, and you whined a sickly sweet "Gaz" that had his pace increasing and his cock hardening.

"S-so good, Gaz, oh my god..." you whimpered, his fingers hitting that spongey spot within you that caused your tummy to tighten, thighs beginning to quiver against his.

He applied further pressure to your clit as the blunt force of his fingers nudged you closer to climax. He was still looking at you— admiring you— basking in how pretty you looked all for him.

"Cum on my fingers, baby, that's it," Gaz whispered, leaning forward to kiss you. It was gentle, and lasted for less than five seconds, before he was pulling away to suck a hickey onto your neck. "That's it, come on. Know you can do it... know you can, love, come on. Give it to me."

You fucking gave it to him alright.

"Mmm—Gaz—!" You moaned as you hurtled over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard and hot. Your hole clamped around his fingers, making him grunt into your neck as he fucked your through it.

He pulled off of your neck. "That's it, good girl, there you go..."

He sounded equally as fucked as you as he thrusted his fingers into you once more, then retreated. You kissed him, your mouths moving without real intent, just swapping spit with weed-tainted tongues. While you did that, he pushed you backwards onto his bed, shifting you so your head rested on his satin pillow. He crawled over top of you, only breaking the kiss to drag his mouth down your neck.

"More." You whispered to him, a smile creeping along your face as you clamped your legs around his hips.

"Yeah?" Gaz leaned back on his heels. "More?"

"Pleaseeeee." You dragged out, ripping your shirt over your head as impatience bubbled inside you. He laughed when you tossed it across the room, then quickly unclasped your bra, also throwing it away.

Tits exposed, his eyes dropped from your face, jaw slackening.

"My eyes are up here, Garrick." You laughed.

The familiar words struck Gaz across the face. He smiled at you, leaning down without words to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You exhaled a pleasured sigh, holding his head carefully as he kissed and sucked along your left tit, before moving to the other. He rubbed your waist and hips as he did so, fingers skimming the band of your skirt.

Eventually, the pleasure mounting in your core was making you impatient, so you pushed him away with as much strength in your shaky arms as you could. Gaz just chuckled. He flipped your skirt up and slipped your drenched underwear down your legs, untangling them from your ankles and flinging them across the room.

He blew out a breath, catching sight of your cunt, slick folds fucking glistening in the moonlight.

He couldn't resist. He didn't even give you a warning.

He slid his head between your thighs and licked a stripe up your cunt, sucking briefly on your clit before dragging his tongue down your folds and thrusting into your leaking hole. You cried out, hand immediately coming to clasp the back of his head, hips bucking. His nose pressed to your clit as you did that, making you whine deeply. Your thighs fastened firm around his head. He groaned, continuing to fuck his tongue deeper into you.

Your mind was warm and full of Gaz, Gaz, Ga—

He moaned into your cunt, the vibrations making your tummy tighten.

"Fucking hell," he moaned again, and you gasped in return. "So fucking good, baby, holy—"

His tongue cut him off, stuffing back into your cunt, lapping up as much of your arousal as he could with messy slurps that made your cheeks sting with pleasure. You were far too gone to be embarrassed.

His hands gripped your thighs, indenting the soft flesh. He quickly swiped his tongue upwards, circling your clit and skimming his teeth across it.

"Fuck, Gaz," You keened. "M'not gonna last, please—"

"S'okay, love, s'okay, come on," he groaned into your cunt, tongue sliding back into your leaking hole. "Come on, baby, wanna taste more. Let me— f-fuck, baby— let me h-have more."

Your second orgasm, much like the first, hit you like a fucking freight train. As the chorus of whatever song it was downstairs reached it's tempo, you came in his mouth. Your thighs trapped him to your cunt as you rode the continuous waves of pleasure, his tongue solid inside you. You bucked against his face, orgasm simmering, his nose nudging your overstimulated bundle of nerves.

When you finally loosened your hold on him, he placed one last wet kiss to your swollen clit, before literally lunging over your body and slamming his mouth onto yours. Hastily, and with little words exchanged between the pair of you except for moaned curses, Gaz stripped. His clothes meshed with yours on the floor, and soon, the solid weight of his cock was in your hand as you helped guide it to your cunt, your legs parted for him.

He watched you stroke him, notching his cockhead at your dripping entrance with a soft giggle-turned whimper. He smiled, fucked out, as he took your hand and brought it back to your face. He made you lick it, before wrapping it back round his cock and moaning loudly. He used your hand to pump himself, his own fingers large over yours. Pearls of pre rolled from his tip, smearing against your fluttering hole.

His other hand adjusted the way your skirt was still flipped up over your lower tummy. He played with the material of it while you pumped his cock.

"Pretty..." he remarked, tugging at the soft fabric.

"Mmm... wore it for you." You drawled, nudging his sensitive tip through your slick folds.

He whined a fuck. "Did you now?"

"Mhm..."

He removed your hand from his cock, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. He wrapped his own hand around the base, languidly pushing the tip to your cunt. He slowly pushed in, and you whined, wrapping your arms around him and dragging your nails down his back. He moaned through gritted teeth as you sucked him in. His hips soon came flush to yours as he bottomed out with a deep utter of your name.

"C-can't believe I didn't... fucking hell... didn't do this sooner," he pulled out of you, slowly pushing back in. "Waited s-so long for this pretty cunt. So... so long."

He was taking his time fucking his cock into you. Your gummy walls tightened around him, your arousal easing the glide. He huffed each time the head of his cock reached far enough inside you that a small bulge appeared in the soft mound of you lower tummy.

"You feel so good, oh my god—" He whimpered.

"Please, Gaz, need more—" You whined. "Please, faster—"

His pace increased instantly. It wasn't the most graceful and rhythmic— possibly a factor of weed and alcohol, making you fight off a grin— but it was fucking good. He nailed that spot inside you with each thrust. You moaned his name, over and over, throat beginning to become sore. He fucked you to the drumming of the music downstairs, bed creaking. The room smelt of weed, sex, you and him. You could get high off that combination alone.

He was breathing hard, whimpering into your neck as he sucked another hickey. Your best friend's older brother. A moan slipped out of your mouth at that thought alone. What were you doing?

Whatever it was, you were fucking loving it.

"So good, Gaz. Feels so good." You told him through a whine, his cock slamming repeatedly into the plug of your womb, balls slapping against the curve of your arse.

He moved away from your neck, focusing now on your pretty face as he fucked you.

"Yeah? Feels good, love?" He asked, snaking a hand away from your hip to toy a finger against your puffy clit.

"S-so good, fuck—!" You almost screamed at the sensation, your nerves on fire.

He rutted into you, again and again, hooded eyes raking down your body with each arch of your back and buck of your hips. He loved how pretty you looked right now. All for him. His imagination these past few weeks had nothing on what he was looking at right now.

"Mmm that's it, good girl," he said lowly as he felt your cunt begin to pulse around him. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in, making you toss your head back and moan. He moaned too, your silk walls clinging too him. So needy. "Want you to cum, please, baby. You can do it. Want you to cum 'round my cock. Come on, give it to me."

Gladly, you came a third time.

"Gaz!" You moaned, pulling him tighter over you as your entire lower body spasmed, legs clamping around his waist and cunt squeezing around his cock. He groaned at the sight of you, at the feel of you, as your climax rocked through you, amplified by the swimming warmth in your brain. Cosy. Safe.

"Gaz..." You finished with a whimper, soft and barely audible. He kissed you, passionate and slow, continuing his pace, removing his finger from your sensitive clit.

"I know, I know, good girl, baby," he whispered, cooing. "Did so good. Almost there... almost there... good— girl—" he punctuated the good girl with heavy thrusts, making your mouth drop open.

It seemed like it had been mere seconds since your third orgasm when your fourth crept into your lower abdomen, coiling tight. You don't think a man has ever made you cum this many times.

You couldn't help it. It was so sudden that you had no time to warn him. You gushed around him, fourth orgasm leaking out of you with each rut of his cock. He groaned, deep and breathy, feeling the slick escaping from your cunt as he pounded into you, his thrusts only just beginning to falter.

"That's a good girl, there you go, feels so fucking good," he rambled. "M'gonna cum, holy fuck, m'gonna cum—"

He sounded so desperate. You kissed him.

He buried his cock to the hilt inside you, hips flushed with yours. As you kissed him, he came, moaning into your mouth. Warmth filled you deep, the sensation making you arch against him. Warm dribbles of his cum slowly seeped out of you as he softened, still buried inside you while his body dropped onto yours, face buried in your neck. He kissed you there as you kissed his forehead.

After a while of just holding each other and listening to the music downstairs, Gaz got up. The joint was basically lying dead in the ashtray, but he still ground away the remnants of live embers. He closed the window.

"You reckon someone heard us?" You asked lazily as he dipped into his bathroom, remerging a few moments later with a cloth.

"Doubt it," he said, dabbing the warm, wet cloth to your core, cleaning you gently. "They're too pissed to even notice we're gone."

He cleaned you, then discarded the cloth. Soon, he was shimmying a pair of his clean boxers up your legs, then grabbing a fresh tee and helping you into it. Then, boxers on, he slipped into bed beside you and pulled the covers up. He placed a kiss to your forehead, cheek, then finally your lips.

"Need anything?" He asked, rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone before kissing you softly again.

"Just you," you smiled at him. "All I need is you."

"Perfect," he smiled back. "All I need is you, too."

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lol x

[lexithwrites]

more barty x jeggy hcs???

- when they go to the gym barty does boxing and a lot of ab workouts, James does arm, back and leg workouts and regulus walks on the treadmill for an hour and wants to go home

- they all share clothes, reg loves stealing hoodies, barty likes james’ hats and t-shirts and James usually takes both of their socks because he always loses them

- they’re all gamers you can pry that hc from my cold dead hands (barty plays COD, regulus plays bg3 and James plays shit like outlast where’s he’s screaming at 2am)

- they all smoke together and take naps on the sofa

- James is up first to get breakfast, barty is up next bevause he’s a light sleeper and wants a cigarette and regulus has to be coaxed out of bed with food or kisses

- barty and James are both verses but reg is a bottom (he’s always in charge tho)

- James and barty like buying regulus new books to read and usually buy him one when they see a Waterstones nearby

- regulus dyes Barty’s hair for him whilst James shows him tiktoks

- they have a group chat that’s just nudes and memes

- James has brown eyes, Regulus has green eyes and barty has heterochromia (one green one brown)

- barty has the most tattoos and piercings but they each have a little cartoon stag, raccoon and cat for each other on their wrists

- barty and reg both carry glasses cases with cleaner for James wherever they go

- barty and James have frequent push up contests and arm wrestling matches that regulus doesn’t mind watching

- James makes them do a full rewatch of desperate housewives and Buffy once a year

- they go to Effie and Monty’s house once a month for dinner

[amiphant]

Trennung - Tag 7 - Gedanken

Nun sitze ich hier, abends sind die Gedanken am schlimmsten.. tagsüber ist man so schön abgelenkt, von der Arbeit, von meiner kleinen Tochter, von allem.

Nein, er ist nicht der Vater meiner Tochter. Ihr Erzeuger kümmert sich nicht um sie, er hat sie über 1 Jahr nicht mehr gesehen. Mein Freund (jetzt Ex-Freund) war ihre erste männliche Bezugsperson. Für sie war er ihr Vater und sie hat ihn auch so sehr geliebt und er sie auch. Das macht alles noch viel schwerer, sie fragt so viel nach ihm, sie vermisst ihn auch.

Es ist so schwer ihm nicht zu schreiben, es sind die kleinen Dinge die man so sehr vermisst. Ich will mit ihm über meinen Tag sprechen, über Dinge die mich heute beschäftigt haben oder lustige Sachen die ich gesehen habe und das würde ich auch alles gerne von ihm wissen.. doch da muss ich jetzt durch. Ich muss ein Riegel davor schieben, damit ich ihm nicht schreibe, so schwer wie es mir auch fällt.

Wie gerne ich jetzt einfach den Abend mit ihm verbringen würde, eine Serie schauen, kuscheln, lachen, essen, Eis essen. Eis essen war immer unser Ding, jeden Abend haben wir ein Eis gegessen, das hat sich irgendwie so eingeschlichen bei uns und ich habe es geliebt.

Ich liebe ihn, ich vermisse ihn und ich vermisse die Beziehung die wir hatten und ich hoffe einfach nur, das auch er uns vermisst. Ich hoffe er gibt dem ganzen noch eine Chance. Ich hoffe das er die Zeit genauso vermisst und mich auch. Die Liebe war so stark und echt, ich kann mir einfach nicht vorstellen, das dass nun das Ende war.

Es hat einen Grund wieso wir all das gespürt haben, wieso wir all das in uns gesehen haben, weil es so sein soll! Wir haben immer gesagt, diesen Menschen wird man nur ein Mal finden. Er glaubte nie an Schicksal, doch dann tat er es, es war Schicksal das wir uns übern Weg gelaufen sind und wir sind für einander bestimmt. Das kann er doch nicht alles einfach vergessen und nicht mehr spüren denke ich mir, ich gebe nicht auf.

Ich gebe dem ganzen, wie auch ihm und mir die Zeit, die Menschen wieder zu werden die wir waren, damit wir die Liebe wieder spüren können und die Beziehung weiter führen können, wo wir uns sicher waren, die bleibt für immer.

Ich habe nie daran geglaubt das es diesen einen Menschen für einen gibt und er auch nicht. Bis wir uns lieben gelernt haben, bis wir unsere Beziehung hatten, ab diesem Zeitpunkt waren wir uns sicher, wir haben diesen einen Menschen gefunden.

Ich hoffe ich kann euch in ein paar Wochen erzählen das wir wieder glücklich sind, wir uns wieder annähern und das alles einen Sinn hatte.

Ich werde nun ein kleines Home Workout machen, um auf andere Gedanken zu kommen und mir dann irgendeine lustige Serie angucken und in Gedanken werde ich trotzdem immer bei ihm sein.

Er ist alles für mich, er ist die Liebe meines Lebens und ich glaube daran, dass manche Sachen einfach Zeit brauchen. ❤️

[creativekha0s]

Liv Morgan x Rhea Ripley

(Not sure if oneshot or mini fic in progress, nonetheless enjoy!)

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“Another beautiful Sunday morning.” Liv walked to her favorite coffee shop, Coffee N Bliss, nearly every Sunday bright and early, always getting there at least 15 minutes after they’ve opened. It was her routine the last few months and she enjoyed it. She always brought her laptop with her to work on her beauty shop that she developed into a full time business online.

“Gooooood morning Little Miss Bliss.” Liv sang out after being the first in line. She was always their first customer on Sunday. The counter blonde on the other side of the counter chuckled. Alexa Bliss was the owner of the shop and knew very early on to have her coffee before Liv arrived so she could tolerate Liv’s overly positive attitude in the morning. “Place looks great, croissants look like they could keep my ass nice and round, and I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”

“Let me guess, the usual?” Alexa had already begun making Liv’s tallest cup of iced chai tea latte with extra chai and double the espresso, like she needed more. “Two croissants today?”

“Two of your best. I’m gonna grab my table.” Liv wandered over to the corner of the cafe by the window to set her laptop up on the charger and removed her headphones from around her neck. “Thanks Lexi, let me know you need anything.” Liv grabbed her breakfast from the pick up counter and went back to the table, leaving a generous tip in the jar on the counter as she always did, it was no wonder why everyone thought she was so sweet.

What so many didn’t know was Liv’s other hobby which she wasn’t embarrassed to admit about but never really announced it out loud. Instead of going right to work, she smirked as she ate half of her first croissant while playing World of Warcraft on her laptop. This was another reason she enjoyed Sundays so much. Liv would be here every Sunday for at least half the day switching between her game and her work peacefully, while having breakfast and lunch respectively.

What made today different was that usually she would be the only customer at open for at least an hour or so. Today was different because after five minutes of Liv taking her table by the window, her eyes through her glasses darted up to the woman who walked in next. She was…something. Tall, short black hair, no make up, muscles, abs, backwards hat, earbuds, nose ring.

“Hi how are you? Tallest iced chai latte you have and spinach egg white sandwich please?” And she had a beautiful accent. And the same taste in iced coffee. Liv kept her headphones off long enough to get a name. “For Rhea, please.” After checking around in her pockets, Rhea sighed and held up her hand. “Shit sorry, I think I left my card at home.”

“Hey Lexi, throw it on my tab.” Liv called out with a smile on her face. Rhea turned to look at the mysterious blonde sitting all by herself in the corner and gave her a heartwarming smile.

“This isn’t a bar, Liv. Get your ass up here to pay.” Alexa called out half impressed and continued to work on Rhea’s order. Meanwhile Liv left her table to pay for Rhea’s post workout breakfast as she flashed her another smile.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that, I could’ve used another run around town.” Rhea tucked strands of her semi sweaty hair behind her ear and hat.

“Girl look at how fit you are, I think you’ll be okay resting those legs.” Liv didn’t mean for it to sound like she was attracted to her legs, even if she was. “Would you care to have breakfast with me?”

Rhea couldn’t turn her down after having paid for her meal. Plus it was a new town for her, she could use a friend or two and Liv seemed the type. “I guess I owe you that much. I take it you’re Liv, I’m Rhea.” They both headed back to the table after Alexa finished their order. Liv gave a quick morning hello to Zelina who walked in for her morning shift.

“Here, sorry.” Liv shuffled her belongings around to make room for Rhea at the table. Rhea smiled at the World of Warcraft screen as she took a bite of her sandwich. “Oh don’t let that fool you, I come for both business and entertainment.”

“I haven’t played in a few years. Lost touch with my old group but it’s still somewhere wherever I’ve packed it.” Rhea finished chewing for a moment and noticed her and Liv with the same drink order lifted to take a sip at the same time. “I just moved here, not really familiar with the area yet but I’ve jogged past this place a few times and it sounded enticing.” Rhea didn’t say it but having only been here a little over a week, there have been times where she might recall seeing Liv in this same window seat a few times she’s ran by.

“Oh perfect, I’d love to show you around sometime!” Liv blurted out mid bite into her last piece of croissant. She giggled a little which lit up Rhea’s smile back on her lips. “Well you know, if you want of course. You’re probably busy, I know I’m busy but I’d gladly move things around to make time obviously….”

“It’s a date.” Rhea happily accepted and pulled out her phone so she could take down Liv’s number. Liv, on the other hand, paused for a moment to fight her hesitation. “Or did I just scare off anything potential?”

Liv shook her head immediately. “No no, it’s a date! Yeah I’d really love that.” She typed in her number into Rhea’s phone with a witch emoji next to her name. “I’m a witch in Warcraft and technically for work too so I’m easy to remember.”

From there Liv had wanted to make sure that Rhea could eat her food while it was still hot. They talked afterwards for almost 25 minutes together. Liv explained why she came to this cafe to have a relaxing day every week, she told Rhea about her online beauty and self care business and learned that Rhea herself was a fitness trainer at a gym, no surprise there. Smiles didn’t really leave their lips the entire time and Rhea felt bad that she had to leave in a few minutes so she could unpack more at her place and get things more organized while she had the time to.

“Damn I really hate to leave at such a highlight of a morning.” Rhea figured she could stay as long as she wanted to really except knowing Liv has her own business to tend to, she didn’t want to take up all of her time. “I really can’t thank you enough, Liv. For breakfast, a great morning to my day, to meeting you. Quite lovely.”

“Here before you go, try this.” Liv ripped a piece of her second croissant off to give to Rhea, not expecting for the dark haired girl to lean forward and take it in her mouth instantly. Liv blushed watching her moan happily into a smile. “Good?” She asked. Rhea nodded her head instantly. “Can I walk you out?”

Putting her laptop back to the charger, Liv grabbed a bottle of lotion from her bag and quickly got out of her seat to be by Rhea’s side to walk her to the front door. She looked over the counter to see Alexa and Zelina clutching their hearts to which Liv casually gave them the middle finger and walked outside.

“Oh um, here. This is for you, a free sample of my product. I’d love to know what you think.” Liv almost couldn’t get the words out. She was too stunned by how beautiful Rhea was as the morning sun shined on her.

Rhea chuckled and tucked the bottle in her pocket with her phone. “Free breakfast and hand lotion? You are full of surprises for me. I can’t wait to see what you bring for our next encounter.”

“Our date.” Liv said bravely with a smile. “Hopefully that’s what you meant before and I’m not just overthinking it?”

Rhea returned her smile while she shook her head. “You’re so cute, Liv. Yes, a date. Friends? Of course instantly. Romantically, a date. You and me. I’m in.” Just in case, Rhea took Liv’s hand and brought it her lips for quick kiss. “And I’m quite looking forward to it.”

“Good, good. Me too.” It had been too long since Liv actively had anything romantic in her life and then along came Rhea Ripley on a beautiful Sunday morning. “I’ll text you later?”

“Please do.” Rhea gave her hand a small squeeze before returning it to Liv’s side as she started to make her way down the sidewalk. “See you soon, Liv.”

Liv blushed watching Rhea wave at her and walk down the sidewalk, she kept watching until eventually Rhea turned a corner and out of view. She took a deep breath and turned back around into the Coffee N Bliss cafe with her heart beating against her chest.

“Heart eyes? So soon?” Alexa chuckled to her. “Let me know when the wedding is and I hope you keep me in mind as the caterer.”

“You know I’d never let you down, Lexi.” Liv couldn’t get the smile off of her lips even if she tried. In fact, it stayed there for the rest of the morning when she went back to work and Warcraft. At noon, she promised herself, she would text Rhea about date plans.

[lifemantra]

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[uselesslesbiab]

Belated Bday post for best boy Ryuji!!! Here’s pretty much all my little headcanons/analysis/observations about his character because I love him!!!

(Yes some of these are me projecting onto him mind your business)

Ryuji has a teddy bear that he’s had since he was a baby. He used to hold onto it for comfort whenever he was hiding from his father and he still pulls it out if he’s having a rough day. The teddy bear’s name is Huggles.

Ryuji suffers from undiagnosed ADHD. His mother took him to a couple doctors as a kid but he never got a diagnosis because they either couldn’t afford to see a psychiatrist or they didn’t have time to follow up because his mother works 2 jobs

As a result of his ADHD he suffers from chronic muscle pains due to a lack of dopamine. He mostly feels it in his shoulder and pectoral muscles which is why he rolls out his shoulder a lot in idle animations. After Kamoshida broke his leg he suffered chronic pain there as well due to both the dopamine deficiency and him not being able to afford proper physical therapy after the injury.

His mood swings are another result of his ADHD. It’s difficult for him to control his emotions (i.e anger, embarrassment, excitement, happiness) so he tends to over-express himself to the point where other people are annoyed or put off by his behavior.

He works out because that’s often the only thing he can really focus on. The first time he noticed a hint of abs showing he was totally ecstatic and doubled down on his workouts for the next week but ended up hurting himself in the process.

He tried a bunch of team sports throughout his childhood but he had so much energy that he could never slow down long enough to think and cooperate with his teammates. This is why track ended up being perfect for him.

Ryuji loves hard. He’ll be willing to lay down his life for someone he’s known for like a week. You could call him at 3 am to ask him to help you move your couch because you’re in a manic episode and can’t sleep until you rearrange all your furniture and he’ll be on his way with energy drinks and your favorite flavor of chips at the drop of a hat.

Ryuji is very physically affectionate and gives great hugs. Futaba lets him scoop her up in a bear hug when she’s having a bad day and he’s happy to oblige. Ryuji and Ann will often just subconsciously be touching in some way any time they’re hanging out. Most of the time they’ll be chilling on the couch and she’ll be lazily draped across him or he’ll lay his head in her lap while she scrolls on her phone. They’re very comfortable around each other.

Ryuji volunteers to assistant coach a boy’s soccer team the summer after Ren goes home and discovers that he loves working with kids. Coaching quickly becomes his passion and he decided to work on making it a career for himself. The kids adore him of course and admire his hair and hang all over him while he tells jokes and encourages them to have fun and try their best. He brings the best snacks and if they lose he’s always there to cheer them up.

His mother has some moderate health problems that she really needs to take care of but she can’t because she’s always had to work to support herself and Ryuji. The reason Ryuji drops everything to go help his mom all the time is because he knows she needs the help and won’t ask for it. He feels incredibly guilty for all the stress he’s caused her and wants to succeed in life so she doesn’t have to take care of him anymore. He secretly saved most of the money he got from phantom thievery to help pay off her debts. She took the money out of necessity, but still doesn’t know where he got it all from.

Ryuji is actually partially deaf from the explosion in Shido’s palace. His hearing is getting worse and worse as time goes on and it scares him. He worries that one day hearing aids won’t be enough and he’ll have to learn sign language. However, he doesn’t regret his decision for a second and would risk his life again for his friends given the opportunity.

Bonus: Ship headcanons for each of the PTs with Ryuji (excluding Morgana of course)

Ren and Ryuji like to watch movies together. Ryuji’s a huge fan of The Cake Knight franchise and Ren loves to listen to him ramble on excitedly about the lore and characters. Ren likes renting the crappiest movies he can find at the rental store and laughing at them with Ryuji. These two are chaotic and dumb and in love and get each other into trouble a lot. Sojiro came to Leblanc one morning and Ryuji was stuck in the doorway in one of those fake sumo wrestler suits while Ren was desperately trying to push him out from the other side. Basically they’re perfect for each other. and then they kith

Ryuji and Ann in a romantic relationship wouldn’t be too different from their platonic relationship. They’re still super physically affectionate and they still tease the hell out of each other. They eat out all the fucking time because Ann can’t cook and she won’t stop cuddling Ryuji so he can get up and cook. Peak dumbasses together. and then they kith

Ryuji constantly compliments Yusuke and feels so damn lucky to have him. He and Yusuke try to just sit in comfortable silence together and do their own things but eventually Ryuji will get bored and want to run around. He drags Yusuke with him to get the boy some damn sunlight for once in his life. Ryuji makes sure that Yusuke eats every day and drinks enough water because he gets so in the zone when he’s drawing or painting. and then they kith

Ryuji and Makoto are the crazy workout couple. Honestly Ryuji likes a girl who will take charge and tell him what to do because he never knows what’s going on. Makoto will do the smallest thing for him that he’s been putting off forever like take that one shirt to the dry cleaners and he’ll just fall in love. They balance each other out well with their work hard and play hard mentalities respectively. and then they kith

Futaba and Ryuji go to each other’s houses just to nap together. They game together sometimes too but Ryuji always gets crushed anyway. Ryuji pushes Futaba to get out of the house more and actually makes her exercise because it’s good for her health. Futaba feels safest with him out in public because people tend to be put off by his looks and therefore won’t get so close to the two of them (delinquent looking bf go brrrr). and then they kith

Ryuji and Haru are the most wholesome couple you’ll ever meet. Haru’s very touch starved from her childhood and Ryuji is Ryuji so they match well together. Ryuji has a surprisingly good green thumb and loves hearing Haru talk about her plants and things she wants to grow for her future cafe. She thinks he looks really handsome in suits so she buys them for him a lot. Accompanying Haru to business events can be a little uncomfortable sometimes but he loves being a trophy boyfriend and takes full advantage of the free food. and then they kith

[xsugarysweetsx]

I hope I got this right it's kind of a mess

May I request option 3 with Oikawa please 😅

A bit about me : I'm 4'9 a bit on the chubby side with tan skin and shoulder length black hair

Personality type is ISTP. I'm quiet and awkward but once I get to know u I can't stop talking. I can be a bit lazy/introverted sometimes but if I'm with friends I know how to have fun. I seem kinda cold and distant but that coz I don't really know how to show affection, but I do care v much. I'm a ppl pleaser and tend to follow the rules so I can blend with the crowd. (I seriously need an outgoing person in my life 😐) love quiet places, bookstores, theme/water parks, reading, watching anime and frozen yoghurt. I have a vintage/kawaii? aesthetic

For the scenario : fluff with some spice at the end maybe? 👀

How about Oikawa finally having a break after volleyball season to spend with his family. He just wants to sleep in with u but the kids have other ideas so they end up going to the beach. Oiks is just being a child himself and having fun with his kids making sandcastles and swimming while u r chilling with one of the kids coz u both don't like the sun. Maybe oiks crashes a beach volleyball game just to show the random strangers how it's done 😌

Again congrats on the milestone and Thank you 😗 ily

A/N; don’t worry this is just fine! And thank you♥️

warnings; Spicy near the end~ not too much tho!

Please enjoy~

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"It's so nice to have you home after so long" you sigh cuddling into your husband's side

He had finally gotten a break from volleyball and now he could spend time with you and your kids. After marrying Oikawa things were a bit hard when it came to quality time. It was even harder after you had become pregnant. He wanted to always be with you but at the same time, he had to be at his games.

Luckily he and his team had gotten about 3 months off, the same as summer vacation. It was one of those rare days when he got to sleep in with you. No early morning jogs, or workouts, just cuddling with his favorite person.

"Yeah, it seems like the only time we cuddle is late at night when I get home but," he shuffles to face you completely "now I'm here and we can sleep all we want" he lays a hand on your waist

"mm yeah" you hum snuggling in for some more sleep

"Mama! Let's go to the beach!" your son came marching in followed by his younger sister

"Yeah, papa! Beach!"

*Sigh*, so much for rest. S/N climbs onto your side of the bed while D/N makes grabby hands to be lifted up. Oikawa lifts her with ease and onto his stomach. You lift your son to sit between you both, here was the center of both your worlds. Your son was 7 and your daughter was 4. They were both polar opposites, D/N was basically a mini Oikawa and your son took more of your attitude.

"well so much for rest..." he sighed "how does the beach sound princes?" he asked you. Ah yes and, you were stationed with him in Brazil while he was on their team. It was almost like constant summer there. Although by the time the kids would be older he wanted to go back to Japan. For now, where you were was just perfect.

"sigh...maybe some sea breeze would be nice" both your kids start to jump on the bed with cheers and smiles "Alright, alright everyone, get dressed and then some breakfast and we can head out."

They stopped quickly and ran to their rooms to grab what they wanted.

"I love how you handle them" Oikawa complimented you with a kiss on your cheek "Come on, I wanna see you in a two-piece!" he shouts down the hall going to help the kids get ready. Going into your drawer you dig through your clothes until you come across a two-piece

"Hmmm, maybe not this time--oh! I remember this one!" you said pulling out one piece from the bottom. It was your favorite color with a low cut back and winches waist. Sure bikinis we’re the race right now but this really made everyone turn their heads. Especially a certain captain ;)

Slipping into the swimsuit you ready yourself with your sandals, bag, glasses, and other necessities. Mostly things for the kids like sunblock, towels, some beach toys, hats, and so many other things. To think you used to only take sunblock and maybe a book, thing change when your a parent huh?

"where is my darling wife? We're just about--whoa there! Hy if you look that good I might drop the kids off at my sister's place" he smirked coming over to you and wrapping you in his arms "Mmm you're just too beautiful for other men to see" he whined

"Well, too bad Mr, the kids want to go to the beach, and besides we haven't gone in a while. It'll be fun, come on" you said taking his hand in your and leading him back to the kitchen. kids were fed and ready, with huge grins on their faces. Usually like walking to the beach with them since it was only about a 10-minute walk.

locking up the doors and putting on some sunblock before you left you're on your way to enjoying a nice beach day. Walking along you say hello to neighbors and store owners. Y/D/N was sat atop of your husband's shoulders, while your son held your hand skipped along the sidewalk. You love to have moments like this. Happy simple moments together.

"Look, Papa!" your daughter points to the yellow-white sand of the beach with beautiful Crystal waves crashing onto the shore. A satisfying salty smell was in the air that filled your heart with excitement.

"Come on bud" Oikawa squats down to pick up your son. He had a habit of not letting them walk in the hot sand, his way of being an "awesome dad". But he was right, it was very thoughtful of him, he even did it to you before.

After finding a good spot he put down both your kids and helps me to set up. You open up the umbrella spread out some blankets and put down your small bag where you had carried some snacks and other necessities.

"Come here kids, you need your block" they both line up so that you can spray and lotion them down. Being in Brazil the sun was much closer than in Japan. Which meant sunscreen was a must!

"You too Toru, come here." you motion with your finger. he practically skipped over to you and plopped down on his knees ready for you to lotion him up. now listen, this was a way of kind of establishing your place to other girls who were around you. Some of them would give you looks and you would just smile back as you applied sunscreen to your husband.

"You turn lovely~" grabbing the lotion he turns to you and starts to apply. Starting gently at your face, then to your shoulders, your arm, your thighs (his favorite), and your back

"Alright, who wants to get into the water?" He said excited standing up

“Me, me Papa! Me!” Your little girl was excited as ever and of course a daddy’s girl. Picking her up abs jogs over to the water, leaving giggles behind

“What about you sweetheart? You want to join your father and sister?” You ask your son and he shakes his head coming over to your side

“I’ll just stay here mama” your son was a lot like you in a way. While your husband preferred to be in the spotlight, you and he preferred to cheer him on from the sidelines. Either way, you had company now. Climbing onto your lap he lays against you as you both enjoy the salty breeze.

You always loved the smell of the ocean, the calm saltiness in the air, the subtle sounds of the waves. It was coming, a bit strange but you really enjoyed it. An even better view was watching Toru enjoy himself. He held your daughter in the air and brought her down when a gentle wave would come and hit them both.

It’s then you saw your husband‘s eyes light up like Christmas lights. He then screws over to a volleyball game puts his daughter on the sideline and begins playing with them. He didn’t know whether to laugh or scold him, or maybe both. He eventually had a ball set over to him and he spiked it over the net. Then again you knew he couldn’t help himself whenever this would happen. You can only count the number of dates on the beach where the same scenario would happen.

It ended up with him apologizing for getting sand in your eyes. About half an hour later they came back, a bit sleepy from all the energy they had just used up. Sitting under the umbrella you bring out the snacks and juices. Everyone enjoyed their favorite sandwich, and small side snacks, and favorite drink. Looking over at your phone you had seen the time went by and it was already past three in the afternoon.

After one more return to the ocean all together y’all start to pack your things and head home. Your daughter fell to sleep on Toru’s shoulder on the way back home. Just as you enter your home the cloud started to roll in. This was your favorite part about beach trips when they ended and rainy days, it just made everything so much cozier.

After putting your son and daughter into bed for their naps you make your way to the bathroom to wash off all the sand. Getting in for us to turn on the warm water and close your eyes. The warm liquid cascading down your body relaxes in your muscles, meanwhile, the thunder clapped in the background faintly. You hear the shower curtain move slightly making you look over your shoulder.

"Hey," he said softly coming closer and pulling you towards him by your middle. He loves to do this, taking a calm shower with you close to him. Nothing really sexual about it but more intimate, and heartwarming. He felt closer to you, more content. Although sometimes it did lead to something more. But overall he loves to have a little alone time with you.

His hands squeeze your body slightly as his lips find your shoulder and neck.

"What are you getting at?" you giggle biting back a sigh

"Mm nothing, just admiring my wife's body is all," he answers a few seconds later you feel something poke at you

"Well, I would ask what's in your pocket--but obviously I can't"

"Well, is there asleep, and we have all night long~" his tongue Finds Its way gliding from your neck of your earlobe and taking it between his lips. He gives a small nipple and a chuckle escapes his chest.

"Aren't you tired from the beach?" you ask turning around and wrapping your hands around his neck

"I'll have to remind just how much stamina a volleyball player can have," he growls picking you up with easy and pinning you to the cool wall making gasp "and we have about, uuhh 7 hours until midnight"

Oh boy, you were in for a long night~

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I hope this was okay! ♥️

[ri-ahhh]

idk if your taking concepts buttttt 👀 i wholeheartedly believe that if you told gray you were feeling insecure ab the way you looked and just felt overall he would stick a bunch of post-its on the bathroom mirror with a bunch of cute little messages and positive affirmations to remind you how loved and beautiful you are :’)))

Omg he sooo would I love that.

He catches you picking at your insecure areas and huffing at your reflection on your final outfit check as you leave for work. It doesn’t help when he’s in the background of the mirror, shirtless and sweaty and shredded after his morning workout. You accept his quick peck on the lips goodbye as you hurry out of the bathroom for the day, leaving him pondering about how he might be able to make you feel better.

You return home after a long ass day, kicking your shoes off by the front door with a relieved sigh to finally be home. You’re about to toss your keys in the little dish on the entryway table when you notice a hot pink post-it note in the bottom of the bowl. You pick it up and see it scrawled with Grayson’s handwriting.

Welcome home baby. I hope your day was as beautiful as you

It’s punctuated with a little smiley face, and you can’t help the grin that overtakes your own mouth. He’s never left you a note like that before, and, sentimental hoarded that you are, you think about where you might keep it for safekeeping.

You toss your purse on the kitchen counter, and to your surprise another little pink piece of paper glares at you from the stark white of the marble.

Can’t wait to see your pretty face. I missed you!

You shake your head and look at the note again; he’s absolutely unreal. “Grayson?” you call out to the quiet house, wondering where he might be as you stick the post-it on your hand to join the other.

You walk the path to his bedroom, hoping to find him relaxing in bed before dinner, but are disappointed to find that room empty too. With a shrug, you tuck the notes into the drawer of your nightstand and decide to use the alone time to get out of your work clothes and relax in a nice body shower, just to wash the day and your makeup off.

Clothes tossed into the hamper in the corner of your bedroom, you’re just down to your underwear by the time you step into the adjoining bathroom, and stop dead in your tracks when you see pink squares littering the mirror. You walk up slowly to them, almost in disbelief when you pick one up and read ‘can’t believe you’re mine’ scribbled in his neatest penmanship.

“No shit,” you mumble to yourself, thinking the exact same thing about him as you shake your head and stick it neatly on the counter.

Before you can remove the next one, you’re startled by Grayson’s deep voice.

“Did you read them all, yet?”

You jump and whip around to see him leaning against the doorframe, looking almost the same as when you left him this morning, only having just completed his evening workout rather than his morning one.

He also looks a little shy, like he’s almost embarrassed by the softness in your expression as you assume the rest of the notes are similar praises.

“No, not yet. Gray, I don’t deserve you, seriously,” you whine with a little pout, crossing your arms over your middle without even realizing.

He shakes his head and starts walking to you, taking your wrists in his hands and prying them away from yourself to wrap around his slightly sweaty neck. “Yes, you do,” he challenges, eyes locking with yours. “That’s exactly why I wrote all of these.”

Grayson spins you around and walks you closer to the bathroom counter so you’re as close to the mirror as you can get. He keeps your back close to his chest as he ducks his head down to your ear, his breath tickling your skin when he whispers, “Read them. Out loud. I want you to hear them.”

Your eyes catch his in the mirror, bright and hazel green beneath the snaps of his backwards baseball cap, and you swallow as a heady mix of love and arousal fills your blood. Especially when his fingers start toying with the clasp of your bra right as you start to speak.

“Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He hums in agreement with the words you say, the words he wrote for you, and deftly unhooks the clasp so that it pops open where he can easily slide the lace down your arms and off your body. You gasp when his lips find your neck at the same time his hands come around to cup your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze that feels incredible after being trapped in your bra all day.

“Keep going,” he murmurs, trailing his tongue along your bare shoulder now.

You sink back into him and your eyes flutter, but you open them to read once again. You can’t help but giggle and flush at this one. “Love your titties. They’re literally perfect.”

Like the man child that he is, he’s even gone so far as to draw a rudimentary depiction of a set of boobs. “Oh yeah, I couldn’t not talk about these,” he says with a grin, tugging on your nipples now and watching you toss your head back against his shoulder with a pleasurable moan.

You can feel him getting hard through his athletic shorts against your lower back, and you push your ass up against him just to get more of that sensation. Grayson grunts and leaves your breasts, sliding his hands down your waist and slipping his hands into the waistband of your thong.

“One more, baby, and I’ll touch this pretty little pussy. Is she wet for me?”

You nod with a whimper, and lift your head off his muscular shoulder to find a random note of the several that are still stuck to the glass. The one you choose makes your heart stutter as much as it makes your pussy throb.

“Completely perfect. Only girl for me.”

True to his word, Grayson wastes no time in shifting his right hand over to cup your pussy in his warm, rough hand. You gasp and grind against him, pussy pressing deliciously into his touch in one direction and ass meeting his dick in the other. Grayson rests the side of his face against yours, and you watch his hand start to move behind the lace crotch of your panties while he soaks in the pleasure consuming your face.

“It’s true, baby,” he says, collecting some of your wetness on his fingertips before bringing them up your slit to circle your clit. “No one else for me. I love every inch of you, even when you don’t.”

You’re whimpering loudly now, making these pretty high-pitched noises that mix with his sweet words edging you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Gray, baby... you’re gonna make me cum,” you gasp, and he wraps his free arm around your middle when you do, supporting you as your legs shake and threaded to collapse under your weight and the sheer pleasure coursing through your body.

He nibbles kisses to the back of your neck and coaxes you to lean over the counter. Your breaths are still heavy when you catch on, and he pushes your panties down your legs before dropping his own shorts and underwear. He kicks all three garments to the side and spreads your legs a little further apart.

“Want you to see the words of how much I love you while I fuck you, baby,” he growls, taking his dick in hand and trailing the tip up and down your dripping slit. He finds your entrance and starts sinking in. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” you moan, letting out a little squeak when he gets all the way inside you. “God, you’re so big.”

He smirks, pulling out and watching your face through the mirror as he fills you up again slowly. Your jaw drops, and he picks up his speed steadily until he’s fucking you deep and hard and so fucking good, there’s no way you have any capacity to read the rest of the sweet nothings he so thoughtfully wrote out for you right now.

Grayson may recognize you can’t be literate as he fucks you, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting you to hear it. His hands have a firm grip on your hips, his fingers digging into the creases like you like so much, but he slides one up your back until he’s got a chunk of your hair collected in his fist as a makeshift ponytail.

He pulls you up until your back is nearly flush against him, the hand in your hair pulling back and creating an arch in your spine so that he reaches so damn deep you can’t even tell where you begin and he ends anymore.

“Look how fuckin’ beautiful you are, baby,” he grunts into your hair, watching you through the mirror again. Your eyes are closed, soaking in every warm and mind blowing sensation you’re experiencing because of him. He’s not having it, though. “Look.”

You whine, part in annoyance that he’s breaking your blissed-out trance and partly at how sexy his voice was just then. Your eyes crack open, and you take in your reflection. The hair around your face that he missed wild, face and chest flushed, tits bouncing, a thin sheen of sweat making your skin glisten. He’s...right. You can admit you look sexy, but your eyes still gravitate to him, his snapback still on and triggering one of your most favorite kinks, knowing he’s naked other than that hat.

“Yeah. Look so pretty taking my dick so fucking good,” he says. His free hand squeezes one of your breasts roughly, then falls down to your pussy where he’s thrusting in and out of you. His fingers light upon your clit, and you shriek with a little blissful giggle, clutching at his arm with one hand and balancing against the countertop with the other. Grayson smiles too, both at his happy and carefree you look now, and at how your push tightens down on his cock like a vice. “Fuck yeah, baby. Need you to cum for me again...”

He feels you get wetter and tighter, winding you up with his thick cock and his expert fingers until that tight ball of pleasure explodes within you, and you cum hard on his dick. Grayson moans encouragingly and pumps sloppily into you a few more times before drilling deep inside you and filling you up with his warm cum.

You hum and relish in both the feel of it and the sounds he’s making, gruff and masculine and relieved. Once your legs can support you fully again, you stand up from where you had collapsed over the counter, his softening cock still tucked inside you as you reach back for him and tilt your head up to kiss him slowly.

“Don’t ever doubt how perfect you are, baby,” he whispers against your lips, unable to resist giving you another sweet kiss.

You sigh against his mouth and cup his cheek with a soft, thankful smile. “I’ve got lots of reminders now.”

[maaaaaatryoshka0325]

Euphoria - Changlix X Reader Smut

Warnings: smut, dom Changbin, sub Felix, switch reader, ChangLix x reader, unprotected sex, messy sex

Your lips were pressed against Felix’s, your tongue swiping his bottom lip as you grounded your hips down on his. His length was painfully pushing against his sweatpants, your fingers dancing along his bare stomach, your nails tracing his abs you knew he was so proud of.

“You’re so pretty, Lixie.” You purred, admiring his light honey toned skin, admiring the way the skin bleach was wearing off, his freckles on full display.

“Not as pretty as you.” Felix groaned as you kissed up his neck, your tongue poking out and leaving a wet trail, making Felix shiver.

He bucked his hips up against you, his length lightly rubbing your clit. Your fingers gripped his hair, making him groan.

“Come on Lixie, be patient.” You smirked with a giggle.

“Coming from the one whose usually begging for it from the start.”

Your heart dropped when you heard his voice, your head slowly turning to make eye contact with your other boyfriend.

He wore a dark grey polo shirt, the shirt hugging his chest, shoulders, and biceps. His hair was wet under the hat he had on, indicating he had showered at the gym. His veins were popping out on his biceps, and you knew he had been doing extra arm workouts.

“You’re telling him to be patient, but you couldn’t even wait a few hours for me to come home, Y/N.” Changbin said in a low voice.

You bit your lip as you lowered your eyes from his, making him smirk as he took his computer chair and pulled it out from under his desk that was holding his laptop, the one he used to work on recordings and lyrics from home. He turned the chair and sat on it, his arms resting against the back of it as he resting his chin on his arms.

“Continue with what you were doing.” He said, a small smirk on his face.

“What?” You asked.

“Felix looked like he was having a good time,” Changbin cooed, his eyes teasing. “Why would I deprive him of that when he’s the one that actually listens?”

Your cheeks turned red, your confidence almost down the drain with Changbin’s dark, hungry eyes staring at you both. Sure you could dom Felix, but Changbin? He’d fold you like a lawn chair if you tried.

“Go ahead, Lixie looks like he has a problem.” Changbin purred.

You felt Felix push his hips up against yours, you turned your head to scold him when you saw him pouting. You wanted to giggle at him, his large eyes were pleading as you looked down at him, pushing your hips down harder and earning a deep groan.

“What do you want Lixie?” You asked.

“Your mouth- please.” He whined.

You giggled and kissed down his neck, sucking dark marks along his skin until you reached the waistband of his boxers. You pulled his boxers down and his length sprung up, the tip an angry red and leaking with precum. You wrapped your fingers around his length, swiping the tip with your thumb and spreading his precum around his tip, making it glisten. You kitten licked his base, making him groan in frustration.

“You really shouldn’t complain, baby boy.” You giggled.

“You really shouldn’t tease him, baby girl.” Changbin growled.

You pouted before running your tongue along his tip, the salty taste of his precum coating your taste buds. Felix’s head was thrown back as you took him in your mouth, sliding his length down your throat. He whimpered as you bobbed your head, slurping sounds filling the room as his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck- baby.” Felix whined loudly as you slid your hand down and rubbed his balls, cradling them in your hand. 

Your tongue wrapped around his length as you made eye contact with him, taking him down your throat and tapping your fingers along the sensitive skin of his balls. He whimpered when you took him out of your mouth, your breathing rough as you smiled at him. You placed yourself over his lap, rubbing his length and spreading your saliva around as you pressed his tip against your clit.

“You want me to ride you Lixie?” You asked, using your unoccupied hand to push his damp hair out of his face, showing off his pretty face.

“Please ride me, I need you.” He whined

You looked back at Changbin, your eyes landing at the bulge in his black joggers you could see through the small opening in the back of the chair. He quirked an eyebrow up at you, as if asking you what the hold up was. You turned back to Felix, who gave you a pleading look. You slowly sunk down on Felix’s length, the both of you moaning in unison as his length lightly stretched your heat. You hadn’t had sex with either of them in weeks, due to them constantly being busy with their next comeback. You gave yourself a minute before you lifted yourself up and dropped yourself down, you eyes closed in bliss as you bounced up and down his length. Felix held your hips tightly, his nails clawing your skin and leaving little crescent shapes as you began to grind down on him, your clit rubbing his pelvic bone.

“Fuck- Y/N faster, please.” He whined.

You ignored his pleas, remaining the same pace as you continue to bounce on his length. Your eyes opened when you felt another, larger pair of hands on your hips, teeth attacking your neck as Changbin pushed you down hard on Felix’s length. Felix moaned loudly, your own moan mixing with his.

“I said for you to please Felix, not yourself. You should listen to him when he asks nicely, Kitten.” Changbin growled in your ear as he bit the shell of it, making you whine out at the pain.

His hands guided you up and down Felix’s length at a fast pace, your whines and cries mix with Felix’s. Changbin’s mouth attached to your neck, sucking dark marks along your soft skin. You felt Felix twitch inside of you, his fingers moving to draw circles on your clit. You almost cried when Changbin smack Felix’s fingers away, his lips detaching from your neck.

“She’s supposed to be making you feel good Felix, don’t worry about her.” Changbin growled.

Felix closed his eyes tight and nodded as Changbin continued to guide your pace on Felix, purposely making his length miss your gspot. You felt Felix tense under your, his hips coming up and smacking off of yours.

“I’m gonna cum.” Felix whimpered. “Can I cum, Hyung?”

“Cum Lixie, you’ve been a good kitty.” Changbin purred.

Felix closed his eyes tight, his thighs shaking as he grabbed Changbin’s hands that were on your hips, making you take him fully as he came inside of you. You whined as the little bit of high you felt creeping up on you washed away, the feeling of his cum dripping down from your entrance and onto his length the only pleasurable thing you could focus on. 

You were just about to lift yourself off of Felix when you were shoved down, Felix’s flaccid length slipping out of you, along with a few droplets of cum. Changbin had your head down against Felix, your ass up in the air. A sharp stinging pain on your ass cheek made you yelp, a red print of Changbin’s hand left on your smooth flesh. a sharp cry left your lips as Changbin slipped himself into you, bottoming out in one go. The stretch had you whining, your nails digging into Felix’s sides as you clutched him. Loud cries left your lips as Changbin clutched your hips tightly, slamming into you quickly, not giving you any time to adjust. He was a lot thicker than Felix- and a lot rougher. 

You felt Changbin’s hands pin your hips lower, his length fluidly sliding in and out of you, hitting deep inside of you. Your legs shook as you felt something hard rubbing against your clit, and realized it was Felix’s length, as he had gotten hard again.

“Does watching me ruin our baby turn you on, Felix?” Changbin asked in a raspy voice, the sound of his hips slapping off the flesh of your ass accompanying the sound of your cries.

“Yes sir, I love watching you ruin our baby.” Felix moaned as you clit kept rubbing against his length.

“Good boy.” Changbin rasped, gripping your hair and pulling your head up roughly.

“Isn’t she so pretty when she’s being wrecked Kitty?” Changbin asked Felix again.

“She’s beautiful like this.” Felix moaned as Changbin thrusted into you harder, making your clit rub faster against his length.

Changbin smirked as he lifted himself up a bit, his hips slamming into yours, incoherent babbles leaving your lips. The feeling of Changbin’s thick length ruining your walls, and Felix’s length rubbing your clit had you in an almost unconscious like euphoric state. You’ve had the best sex with them, but nothing has ever felt this intense. 

“Ch-Changbin- ah!” You whimpered loudly.

“It’s okay baby.” Changbin purred, slamming deeper into you, your gspot being abused, making your whole body tense and start to spasm. “Cum for me, both of my sweet, pretty kitty’s can cum.”

You bit down harshly on Felix’s neck as you came, soaked Felix’s lower half. Felix groaned as he came again, releasing on his stomach. Your eyes were rolled back as Changbin’s thrusts got slopping, warmth pouring down from your entrance as he finished inside of you. 

The room fell silent besides heavy pants and your small whimpers, your legs twitching slightly. Your lower half slipped down on top of Felix as you panted, your mind still whirling from the breath taking euphoria you felt. Changbin leaned over you, kissing the back of your head, then planting a kiss to Felix’s forehead. He sat up and looked down at you and Felix, and the mess that coated you both and the bed.

“Such a mess.” Changbin tsked as he looked at you and Felix, both of you looking fucked out. 

You panted into the crook of Felix’s neck as he sat up, holding you to him, not caring that you both were sticky with sweat and all three of your’s arousal. His small hands rubbed up and down your bare back, comforting you. When you came back to reality, you heard the bathtub running briefly, before it shut off. Changbin stepped out of the bathroom attached to the bedroom, grabbing three towels. The scent of your favorite body oil filled the room, and you knew you were about to enjoy a nice hot bath with both of your boyfriends. 

Changbin came over and lifted you into his arms, you wrapping your own around his neck.

“Do you want me to come back for you Felix?” Changbin asked.

“No, I can walk.” Felix said with a big grin.

Felix followed you both into the bathroom, getting in first as Changbin lowered you in. Felix sat facing you, holding your cheeks in his small hands and pressing soft kisses on your lips.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, that was the best sex we ever had.” You breathed out with a smile. “I’m spent.”

Felix giggled as he kissed your nose, his hands reaching for the cup and pouring warm water along your dry shoulders. You were about to ask him where Changbin was, when he walking into the room, his muscular body on full display as he slipped into the tub behind you, pulling you in between his legs. They both ran their hands along your body, making sure your skin absorbed the oils before they both washed your hair.

After the bath, you sat on the bed, which had fresh blankets and sheets on it; which is where Changbin has disappeared off too before he had gotten into the bath with you and your other boyfriend. You and Felix laid down first, you in just your panties, him in his boxers. You laid on your side, your arms around Felix’s neck as his head was against your chest, his face buried into your boobs.

Changbin slipped in behind you, slipping his arm under your head and wrapping his other arm around your waist. You turned your head, your noses brushing as he smiled at you. He placed a soft peck to your lips, his hand that was around your waist lifting to push Felix’s hair out of his face.

“I love you both, my precious babies.” Changbin purred sleepily.

“I love you too.” You and Felix said in unison.

Changbin chuckled, his fingers rubbing small circles onto your hip as you drifted off, your face in Felix’s hair, listening to his soft snores. The warmth from both of your boyfriends pulled you into a peaceful sleep, feeling satisfied and safe.

A/N: I never did a dom female reader so, hope this isn't TOO bad 

[mythicalsecretsanta]

12 Days of Christmas... Almost (E)

This gift is for: Cal (AKA @mythicalamity) Surprise! Keeping this secret from you for the last month wasn’t easy! Thank you for being the kindest, most loving friend I’ve ever had in this fandom and for being a pretty spectacular person in the real world as well. Merry Christmas, Cal! From your Secret Santa, @fanbabble​

Link to AO3, or read below:

The Holiday season was in full swing at Mythical, as much as it could be at least. The virus had put quite a damper on festive activities across the world and Myth Ent was no exception. There were lights strung up and a Christmas tree, but there would be no company Christmas party this year, no cookie exchange, no getting together at each other’s homes for dinner parties or gift swaps. The mood in the office was a little low and Link found himself looking for ways to encourage positivity and the good feelings of the season. That’s why when Stevie suggested a secret santa gift exchange, Link took the idea and ran with it. Employees would play secret santa leaving their secret giftee presents for the 12 days leading up to Christmas. Not only would this game bring a bit of fun into the office, but it could also be done safely as social distancing was a literal part of the rules. You couldn’t reveal your identity to your giftee until the final day of the exchange. It was perfect!

Rhett was less than excited about the prospect. He complained to Link about not wanting to participate. He was nervous he wouldn’t know what to get the person he chose or how to keep the secret. Rhett’s enneagram three-ness was getting in the way of him enjoying himself again. He was worrying too much about impressing the person he got, rather than letting himself relax and have fun with the idea. Link finally convinced his friend to participate. 

“How would it look if one of the owners of the company didn’t play along?”

“Fine. But if my gifts turn out to be duds and ruin someone’s Christmas it’s your fault!” Rhett said as he stood to join Link and walk down the hall to the Mythical kitchen for the name exchange.

Chase mixed the names of everyone in a Santa hat. The in-office folks would be in one drawing and the staff who were working virtually would draw amongst themselves. In all there were about 15 names in the hat that Chase held shut in his grasp. The group took turns reaching their hands in to pick a slip of paper with their giftees name written on it. The PAs went first, followed by the camera men, then the directors, followed by Chase, Stevie, and finally Rhett and Link. 

Rhett stuck his hand into the Santa hat. His gaze was trained on the little opening. 

“No peekin’!!” Link smacked his arm and scolded him. 

“I’m not! Besides There’s literally only one name left in the hat, Link.” 

The kitchen filled with the crew’s laughter. 

“Can’t exactly pick and choose who I want, man.”

Rhett glanced at his friend and then looked at the little slip of paper. The apples of his cheeks became more obvious as a small smile spread across his face. He grasped the paper close to his chest and then tucked it into the pocket of his jeans. 

Everyone in the kitchen celebrated the exchange with a cupcake whipped up by the Mythical Kitchen and then retreated back to their personal space to finish up the day’s work. 

Before the office door was even fully shut Link was in Rhett’s space. 

“Who’d ya get?”

“What?! I’m not telling you. It’s not fair.” Rhett sat down in his office chair and opened his laptop.

“Come on, Bo. Tell me. I got…”

“STOP” Rhett put his hands up to his ears as if to block out what Link was about to reveal. “I don’t wanna hear it. Let’s do this right. Keep it a secret.” 

“Since when do you care about keeping this kinda stuff secret? You usually can’t wait to tell me everything and anything,” Link was teetering on the fine edge between annoyed and amused.  

“Well this year is different. If this is one of the only ways the company gets to celebrate then I wanna do it right.”

“Fine,” Link huffed. He flopped down on the leather couch and draped his arm over his eyes. “You don’t want to tell me, that’s your business, but don’t come begging for gift ideas when you come up dry.” And with that healthy dose of snark the smaller man settled in for an afternoon nap. 

The next day Link walked into their office and threw his jacket over the back of the gray chair that sat by the door. He put his backpack on the floor by his desk and was just about to head to the office kitchen for a cup of coffee when he noticed a box sitting by his desk lamp. He picked it up and examined it. 

“Dang, my santa must get here early.”

It was only 7 AM and Link had just arrived to an empty building. The box was wrapped in shiny green paper and tied with an elegant red bow. He turned it over in his hands looking for some kind of tag or label. When he found nothing, Link slipped the ribbon from the package and pulled off the lid. Inside was a perfect golden pear tucked into a pillow of soft fabric. Link wasn’t sure what to do with the gift so he sniffed it to confirm it was a real piece of fruit. He lifted the pear out of the box and saw that a small note was hidden underneath. He held the pear in one hand and opened the slip of paper with the other. 

“On the first day of Christmas,

My true love gave to me,

A partridge in a pear tree”

-You may be a “sweet peach” but I think we’d make a great “pear”  Love, Your secret admirer

Link read over the note three times before he could totally comprehend what it said. He turned it over to look for any kind of identifying mark or signature. There was nothing to be found. He blushed hard and tucked the note into his pocket. It had been a long time since he had had anyone in his life, much less a Love, but he knew no one at Mythical felt that way about him and even if they did it would be totally unethical to pursue anything. Link was sure it was just some kind of joke by one of the writers and tucked the green box into his backpack before heading off to get his coffee.

When Rhett came in half an hour later, he was all nervous energy and talking 90 miles a minute. He said it was because he had almost gotten into a car accident on the way in. He had found his Secret Santa gift sitting on the back of the toilet in the bathroom and showed it to Link. 

“It’s gotta be Jordan, man,” Rhett said as he held out the bag for Link to inspect, “Who else would give me a bag of cotton candy?” 

Link peeked inside the gift bag and said, “Seems kinda obvious, but it’s possible.” He couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander back to the little green box he had received and the love note that it contained. 

“Earth to Link,” Rhett took the bag back and set it on his desk. “You alright man?”

Link shook his head to clear his mind and refocus on the man before him. “Oh yeah, sorry. Must need more coffee.” He held up his empty mug and headed toward the office door. 

As he reached for the doorknob, Rhett asked quietly, “Did you get your first gift yet?”

Link paused and laughed without looking back, “Yeah, pair of socks. Womp womp,” then he headed out the door.

Over the course of the next few days, Link continued to receive themed gifts from his Secret Santa that left him giddy and baffled at the same time. The first two were silly, Turtle and Dove chocolates for Day 2 and three fried chicken legs for Day 3. They were both accompanied by notes that talked about how much the gifter liked Link and they were both signed “Love, Your secret admirer.” Link still wasn’t sure what to make of the declarations, but he played along and let himself feel special for the moment. Even if he was still convinced it was all a joke. Until Day 4 that is. 

On Day 4 Link walked into the office late to find a small book tied up with a ribbon. “Native birds of the National Parks” The gift was incredibly thoughtful and one that he would definitely use on future adventures. A folded piece of paper was tucked inside the chapter about Denali National Park. It read,

“On the fourth day of Christmas,

My true love gave to me,

Four calling birds”

- Bird calls are beautiful, but the idea of calling you mine is even better.  Love, Your secret admirer

Link opened the book again to the page about the birds of Denali. There was only one person he had ever told about wanting to visit the park covered in glaciers and snow. Rhett. Could his secret admirer be Rhett? Link’s head swam with the possibility. 

He had been in love with his best friend for most of his life, but he had kept it hidden away out of fear of losing the one person in the world who was most important to him. Surely, Rhett was not the person who was his Secret Santa. Link felt a burst of warmth spread across his chest as he let himself entertain the idea for a moment. What would it be like to finally feel those arms around his body? To finally kiss Rhett’s lips? To own his heart as well as his friendship?

As he stood there lost in his own thoughts, the man in question came barreling into the office. Link stuffed the book into his desk drawer and turned quickly to face his friend. 

“Hey, Rhett, how’s it going?” 

Link did his best to maintain his cool. He watched his friend as he moved about the office getting settled for the day. He assessed his behavior for any clues or signs that he might be the “Secret Santa Secret Admirer.” 

“Pretty good. I added some new reps to my workout and now my abs are killing me.” Rhett rubbed his hand across his stomach. His t-shirt pulled taught and drew Link’s eye to the spot. Link felt his breath catch from the promise of what was underneath. His eyes roamed over the broad chest and thick arms. The way the shirt sleeves hugged Rhett’s biceps was criminal. Link knew he would have to control his thirst better if he hoped to get any hints about what role Rhett actually played in all of this. He cleared his throat and got a hold of himself. 

“What time did you get here this morning?” Link asked as casually as he could. He fiddled with the monitor on his computer to appear slightly uninterested in Rhett’s response. 

“What? Just now. You saw me walk in.”

“I thought maybe you came in and left again.”

Rhett turned and opened his laptop. He busied himself with things on his desk while it booted up. 

“Nope. Just rolled in.”

“Oh cool,” Link paused before adding, “How’s your secret santa going?” 

Rhett reached for a pen and knocked his coffee mug off balance spilling yesterday’s brown stuff over his desk and onto his lap.

“Shit!”

Link jumped up and grabbed the roll of paper towels he kept by his desk. He pulled off a handful and held them out to Rhett. 

“Can you clean this up for me, Buddyroll? I have to go over to wardrobe and find some different pants to wear or I’ll smell like an old coffee pot all day.” Rhett grabbed the towels and dabbed at the wet spot that stretched across his thighs. 

“Yeah, go ahead. I got this.” Link began to mop up the spilled coffee as Rhett headed out the door. His interrogation would have to wait for another day.

Days 5 and 6 were once again oddly funny gifts. If Rhett was the secret admirer it would make sense because he was the funniest person Link knew. A lifetime of laughter with Rhett had been the tradeoff for hiding the fact that he loved the man immensely. The idea that his love might be returned was more than Link had ever let himself hope for. 

The notes included with the gifts were just as tender as the previous ones. Day 5’s onion rings were accompanied by a slip that described Link as “more valuable than a golden ring” and day 6’s half dozen eggs had a note that read “You are a good egg, who makes my heart happy.”

Link enjoyed the sentiment, but nothing struck him as particularly suspicious. Day 7 was, however, a game changer.

That morning as Link walked past the dark studio a glimmer caught his eye. He set his backpack and Jade down and walked onto the GMM set where he found a string of origami paper birds strung together on a piece of gold silk ribbon. The swans were hanging across the back of the set from wall to wall. There must have been at least 50. Each bird’s wings was dipped in silver glitter and twinkled in the low light giving the set a magical air. Link stood back and took in the beauty. 

When he looked closer he saw each swan was made of sheet music. Link held one small bird in his fingers gently and examined it. He would recognize those chords anywhere. It was Merle. These paper swans were made with sheet music of Merle Haggard’s song, “Always Wanting You.”

“This has to be a gift,” Link whispered to himself. 

Link held his breath, afraid if he moved he would scare away the one idea he wanted to be true most in the world. That his secret santa was not only Rhett, but that the man was in love with him as well. 

A larger piece of paper flapped at the end of the string of birds. Link grabbed it and saw that his name was indeed on the front of the folded slip. He opened it and read:

“On the seventh day of Christmas

My true love gave to me

Seven swams a swimming”

- Like Merle said, “Always wanting you, but never having you makes it hard to face tomorrow.”   Love, Your Secret Admirer

Link couldn’t believe what he was reading. This had to be confirmation that Rhett was his secret admirer and secret santa. Jade sniffed at his shoes as if she were looking for the answer to a question he didn’t know. Link gently took the chain of birds down, gathered his things, and headed back to his office. 

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see the big man sitting at his desk already. He was speaking loudly on the phone about a new project they were working on. 

“No, damn it. I don’t want to cut that part! I purposely included it to help the flow of the story.” 

Rhett’s voice bounced off the brick walls. His tone was harsh. Link thought better of questioning him right now and tucked the birds into his backpack. He sat back on the couch and opened his laptop for the day. Jade snuggled into Link’s side and he petted her head mindlessly. His thoughts were only of Rhett. As he waited for his computer to boot up, Link watched Rhett. 

“It has to be him. Who else would use Merle?” Link thought to himself, “Oh you’re being an idiot. Everyone knows you love Merle Haggard, dummy. It could be anybody.” 

Link sunk down into the leather cushions and sulked. Not knowing for certain was exhausting. Only 5 more days to figure out this mystery. He glanced down at the paper swans one more time and smiled softly. 

Day 8 brought a bottle of chocolate milk and a note that read, “You’re the milk to my cookie” 

Link drank it in front of Rhett at lunch to see if he would get a reaction. Nothing. Well, with the exception of the way those green eyes sparkled when he belly laughed at a joke or the way Rhett put his hand on Link’s back as they left the office to head to record an episode of Ear Biscuits. Link noticed those things, but he couldn’t be sure if they were a reaction to the milk or to being close to Link in general. 

Link had caught Rhett in a lingering gaze more than once since the Seven Swans gift. And when they were alone together it felt like a spark was fizzing between the two of them. Something was going on, Link was sure of it. He just needed a little more proof before he could confront Rhett. His friendship was entirely too valuable to risk on an assumption.

On day 9, Link climbed into the driver’s seat of his car. He reached down to grab his sunglasses and was surprised to find something extra resting on the console. It was an old school cassette tape. Just like the kind he and Rhett used to exchange in high school. They would spend hours making the tapes and then driving down the back roads listening to their creations and singing at the top of their lungs. If he was honest, those times were when he first fell in love with Rhett. 

Link flipped the cassette over in his palm. On the outside of the case where the album art would usually be, was his name. Link immediately recognized it as Rhett’s handwriting. He opened the case and found a piece of paper folded in fourths tucked inside. It read:

“On the ninth day of Christmas

My true love gave to me

Nine ladies dancing.”

- I kept trying to find a funny pun for this day, but all I could focus on was singing these songs with you as we drove down the highway in North Carolina. I’ve tried to hold out to the end of the 12 days, but this secret is an old one and I don’t want to keep quiet anymore. If you feel the same, find me in the office at work and tell me. If not just toss this cassette in the trash and pretend it never happened.  Love, Your Secret Admirer 

Link was quiet for a moment and then, “Rhett! It’s Rhett! He loves me!” Link yelled at nobody in particular. Just saying the words out loud made him feel less like it was all a dream and more like it was real life. He threw his things into the passenger’s seat. In his flustered state he tried to check the time on his sunglasses and put his phone on his nose. He shifted into reverse and sped down the block. 

Link’s heart was pounding in his chest. He was breaking every speed limit on the way into Burbank, but he did not care. Let a cop try and stop him now, nothing could keep him from getting to Rhett. Link pulled into the parking lot in record time and he bolted out of his car and through the studio doors. He was running at full speed back to the office he shared with Rhett. His Rhett. Link took a deep breath and pushed the door open. 

The office was empty. Where was he? Link knew he didn’t pass him on the way through the building. He stood still for a moment and wrung his hands trying to think of what to do next. Just when he was starting to worry that Rhett had panicked and ran, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs of their loft. 

Link watched as Rhett appeared slowly, first feet, then legs, torso, and finally that glorious head of hair. 

“Link…” 

Rhett barely got the word out before the smaller man was launching himself across the office and into his arms. He melted into the embrace and pulled Link tighter against him. They took just a moment to look into each other’s eyes before their lips met. The kiss was strong and full of promise. Link opened his mouth to deepen the kiss and the passion kicked in. Rhett lifted Link up with his hands under the smaller man’s thighs and carried him to the couch. 

They pressed heated kisses into skin and hair. Marking their love on the other’s body wherever they could find purchase. Hands roamed pulling hair and grabbing biceps. And when Rhett laid Link down on their couch and pressed his body to the cradle of Link’s hips there was no denying that both men were hard with desire already. 

Link gasped with the sensation of being so close to Rhett. The feeling of his hard cock pressed against Rhett’s made his head swim and he pulled back to catch a breath. Rhett took the opportunity to say something he’d been holding in for decades.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” 

Each declaration was punctuated with a kiss. Link’s collar bones, his neck, his temple.

Link pulled Rhett close and whispered into his ear, “I’ve loved you my whole life.”

It was all the permission Rhett needed. He worshiped Link’s body and rocked against him until they were both finishing in their jeans like teenagers. Sticky and satisfied the pair laid together on the couch exchanging lazy kisses and gentle touches. Trying to make up for all the lost time they denied themselves. 

Link was half asleep and half in awe of the way Rhett looked. He laid silently and listened to Rhett as he said, “I can’t believe it worked. I thought for sure you’d throw the cassette away.” 

Link ran his fingers through Rhett’s curls gently. 

“You doubted me? Haven’t you figured it out yet, Bo? All you have to do is be the brave one and I’ll follow your lead.” He placed a kiss on Rhett’s tshirt right about his heart. “Thanks for being the brave one.” Rhett kissed the top of Link’s head and grunted in affirmation.

Link snuggled into Rhett’s chest and closed his eyes. Just as he was about to doze off the smaller man popped up and looked Rhett in the eye. 

“Don’t think just because you love me, you’re getting out of giving me gifts. I have three days left and I want my secret presents.” Link flashed his crooked grin and poked at Rhett’s side. 

Rhett let out a booming ho-ho-ho laugh before pulling Link back down against his chest.

“You can have anything you want, Link. Diamonds, rubies. I don’t need any presents though because I’ve already got the most valuable gift of the season… you.”

[spine-buster]

Alone, Together | Chapter 39 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: I can’t believe this is the penultimate chapter guys.  I’m writing the last one and, like, sobbing.  And then the epilogues - more sobbing.  Just sobbing all around.  Hope you guys enjoy!

Bee watched the video about thirty times in a row before she came to terms with it.  

At first, it was because Hank was so cute.  Sitting there on his blanket on the grass in his little striped onesie, his chubby rolls on full display, he rattled a Tupperware full of snacks with his helmet on.  She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him and his big smile, and when he laughed excitedly at the end, her heart warmed.  It was a happy noise he made countless times when he was in her arms too, though she hadn’t heard it in person since May.  It was now September.

It was only after she registered how cute Hank was that Bee heard Jake’s voice in the background.  “Where we goin’ this year?  Where we goin’ this year man?” he beckoned Hank, who looked at him with some confusion.  Eventually, he looked to the side, his helmet revealing the Carolina Hurricanes logo.  

It was then, and only then, that Bee felt her heart drop into her stomach.  Carolina.  Jake, Lucy, and Hank were moving to Raleigh, North Carolina, to be members of the Carolina Hurricanes.

On the one hand, Bee was happy.  She knew how hard of a time Jake had in Toronto.  She knew demons followed him from game sevens of the past and bad defensive mistakes.  She knew all that.  Carolina would be quieter – much quieter – if there was even going to be any noise at all.  Carolina was a small market team, and not on a lot of people’s radars besides their whole ‘Bunch of Jerks’ campaign and their playoff run.  They were a young team, with a good coach, and nothing to lose.  It would be a perfect fit for Jake after the loud, emotionally draining eight years of being in Toronto.  

But she had to think selfishly, on some level.  Lucy was gone.  Yet another one of her rocks gone to another city.  A woman who took her under her wing, taught her about hockey, took her shopping after the break in, and made her feel at home amongst the Toronto Maple Leafs organization; a woman who knew exactly how to cheer her up with pictures and videos of Hank; a woman who bestowed upon her the title of “Auntie Bee” that Bee kept so near to her heart.

For Morgan, his best friend – gone.  The man he roomed with when he first came to Toronto.  The man he “shared custody” of Uma the Puma with.  The man who cut Morgan’s hair, helped him properly tie ties, teased with weird Americanisms and sayings, and drove crazy until finally moving out.  For Jake, a groomsman at his wedding.  A guy who, despite being three and a half years younger than him, acted like an older brother while navigating the hockey life and living in a new city.  “Uncle Morgan.”

Bee cried silently to herself.  She was alone in her office – with Morgan working out at the gym that morning – when the news broke.  She assumed Jake probably tried to get a hold of Morgan before he posted the video, but Morgan never checked his phone during a workout.  He would have called Bee to let her know.  It was only when Mark Travers knocked on her door that she was brought back down to reality, having to compose herself in less than ten seconds before he opened the door and walked into her office.

“I was wondering if you have those updates spreadsheets for Peralta and Partners,” he said, focused on reading whatever was on his phone.  

“Yeah, of course,” she said, her voice soft, trying not to sound like she had just been crying.  She gathered the files he needed, getting up from her desk and handing it to him.  “Here you go.”

He took the files from her and was due to walk out of her office without even looking at her once during the entire interaction.  She was thankful – worried that her eyes were still red – but once he stopped in the doorway and turned around, that all went away.  “You hear that Gardiner signed with Carolina?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah,” she nodded her head slightly.  “I just heard.”

“Maybe we’ll finally have room for Mitch.  And fuck – maybe we’ll finally replace him with a half-decent defenseman,” Mark quipped, finally looking at her.  “What’s Mo think?”

Bee held her breath.  She didn’t want to get emotional in front of her boss.  She liked Mark, but she wanted to yell at him for his comment.  “Morgan and Jake are best friends.  Morgan was in his wedding party.  So I assume he isn’t going to be the happiest about this,” she said simply, curtly, with no emotion.

Mark pursed his lips at her words.  He realized the tone in which he said his comment probably wasn’t the best.  “Ah.  Well then.  That makes me a bit of a dick then, doesn’t it?”

She wasn’t going to answer that question.  “Do you need to bring those spreadsheets into the Peralta meeting or not?”

Mark decided to leave her alone, closing her office door behind him so nobody would bother her.  Bee let out the breath she was holding and shook her head, letting a few stray tears fall again.  After composing herself, she picked up her phone, reading over Lucy’s Instagram post again and again before she finally tapped to comment and began writing something out.  She must have started, deleted, and changing things over a dozen times before she finally hit post.

@brionymctavish:  Lucy <3 <3 <3 you know how much you, Jake, and Hank mean to me.  From the beginning you guys welcomed me with open arms and treated me like family – the family I never had.  The way you and Jake helped after the break in and after my mother passed away is a testament to how good you are as people.  You have no clue how much I love you guys.  Your Toronto family will miss you so dearly.  I hope Jake won’t be able to smell Morgan in Carolina…

***

“I can come in with you, if you want,” Morgan offered as they sat in the waiting room together, her hand clasped tightly in his, resting on his lap.  “If you’re really nervous or --”

“It’s okay,” Bee intervened.  “You sound more nervous than I am.”

“I know this was your decision,” Morgan started, “and you know I support you a hundred percent.  Always.  I just know this is your first time and it’s going to be heavy and you’ll probably start talking about things that will bring up some bad memories for you and--”

“Briony McTavish?” the receptionist called out, a smile on her face.  Bee perked up.  “Doctor Rowell is ready for you.”

Bee could feel Morgan squeeze her hand even tighter.  He gave her another look before she began to stand up.  “Briony, I can come if you--”

“It’s okay, Morgan,” she assured him, bending down to kiss him.  “Go get some coffee.  It’ll just be an hour.”

Morgan stood up to be at level with her and kissed her again.  “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.  This is going to be great.  It’s going to help so much.”

Morgan nodded his head.  He knew she was right.  “I love you Bumblebee.  Always.”

“And I love you too.”

Bee began making her way further into the office, looking back one time and noticing Morgan waiting for her to disappear down the corridor.  The receptionist led her to an office near the end of the hallway where a professionally dressed woman in her early 40s was writing something at her desk.  “Doctor Rowell, your new patient Briony McTavish is here.”

Dr. Rowell’s smile was warm, and she immediately stood up from her desk to greet her.  “It’s nice to meet you, Briony,” she extended her hand.  “I’m Georgina Rowell.”

“You can call me Bee,” Bee smiled as she shook her hand.  “It’s very nice to meet you, Doctor Rowell.”

“You can close the door, Deborah,” Dr. Rowell said.  “Briony, you can take a seat,” she motioned to the chairs in the room as she began walking back to her desk.  Both women settled into their seats comfortably before making eye contact again and smiling.  “Is this your first ever therapy session, Briony?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well then, let’s get started.”

***

Bee’s heart was pounding out of her chest as she tried to walk calmly through the hospital, appeasing the skip in her step and the fact that she wanted to scream from the top of her lungs in pure jubilation.  ‘Aryne had the baby!!!!!  Did you hear?!  ARYNE HAD THE BABY!!!!!’ she wanted to scream at every doctor, nurse, patient, attendant, porter – anybody she walked by.  She couldn’t contain the smile on her face.  She’d called Morgan, already in Newfoundland for training camp, to let him know.  She’d scream it from the rooftops if she could.  Megaphone and everything.  

She knocked softly on the door of Aryne’s room, flowers in one hand.  “Hello?” she asked.

She noticed John peek his head back from the chair he was sitting on.  “Hey, come in,” he whispered, beckoning her inside the room.  

Bee shuffled in quickly, seeing John sitting on his chair beside the bed, Aryne propped up comfortably with the baby in her arms.  He was wrapped up in his little blanket and hat – the traditional ones that hospitals always gave – his face scrunched up, his eyes closed.  Aryne was beaming down at him.  John too.  In that moment, nothing else mattered in the world.  

“Congratulations,” Bee whispered, hugging John from behind.  

“Meet our baby boy.  Baby Jace,” Aryne smiled.

Bee beamed from ear to ear.  “Baby boy!  Baby Jace!” she whispered-screamed, containing a squeal.  She got as close as she could without being too eager and overbearing, taking into account all his little features and expressions.  Aryne couldn’t keep her eyes off of him; neither could John.  “You guys…he’s perfect.”

“It was quite the labour,” John commented, rubbing Aryne’s leg through the sheets.  “Maybe ten hours or so?  They weighed him at a whopping nine pounds, seven ounces.”

Bee’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.  “Nine-seven?!  Fuck Aryne…God bless,” she giggled.

“I know, right?” Aryne rolled her eyes playfully.  “But he’s healthy – that’s what matters.  I’d do it all over again.”

Bee set the flowers down on the windowsill before she sat on the edge of Aryne’s bed.  John stood up to leave them alone, saying he was going to go get some coffee, kissing Aryne before kissing baby Jace’s forehead.  Aryne told Bee about the labour and delivery, how nice all the hospital staff and nurses were, and how their families had already visited and were due back that night to help out.  The meeting with the lactation consultant went wonderfully and Jace was already a pro.  John had already changed a diaper.  They were going to be discharged tomorrow, thankfully, so they could go home and start nesting.  Jace was sleeping, or else Aryne would have let Bee hold him, but both women knew there would be many, many opportunities to hold him in the future.

“This’ll be you one day, you know,” Aryne said softly, looking between Bee and Jace.  “I’m not saying it’s going to happen to you tomorrow or whatever, but it’s going to happen for you.”

Bee inhaled deeply.  “Yeah.  I know.”

“You see that for yourself, right?  I know that Angie tells you that all the time…that you deserve all the good things in life in spite of what happened in your past.  And I don’t mean kids.  I mean, like…happiness.”

Bee nodded her head.  “I do.  I see it with Morgan.”

“He sees it with you too,” Aryne said.  “Like I even have to tell you that.  I think he saw it with you the first time he laid eyes on you.”

“I don’t think so,” Bee chuckled slightly.  

“Well I think so,” Aryne smiled.  “And I happen to think you two would make the cutest babies in existence, but that’s neither here nor there.  I hope you see happiness with me too – well, me, John, Jace, the Leafs…”

Bee nodded her head.  She knew what Aryne was getting at.  She knew Aryne was in a very emotional state right now and that she needed to hear these words, but it wasn’t like Bee was saying them just to appease her.  Bee meant it.  She truly, truly meant it.  Despite what had happened to her this past year – the break in, her mother dying, Morgan’s March conundrum, game seven with Boston, her friends leaving, and most recently, the alcoholism reveal, she was the happiest she had ever been, by a long shot.  Despite those things happening, she met the most amazing people, participated in the most amazing events, landed her dream job, graduated with a Master’s, made more friends, and started volunteer work.  It was an emotional rollercoaster, but it was the best year of her life.  “Of course I do.  You guys are my family,” she said softly.  “I don’t…I don’t see it with anybody else besides you guys.  This is the family I’ve built for myself.”

Aryne’s eyes began watering.  “Okay.  Okay,” she nodded, trying to keep it together.  “Sorry.  I’m just --”

“Why are you apologizing?  You just had a baby eight hours ago,” Bee couldn’t help but smile.  “I’d be an emotional fucking wreck.”

“I am though!” Aryne giggled through her tears.  “I am an emotional wreck!  I can’t believe how close we’ve gotten in how short a time, and I can’t believe how it feels like you were always meant to be in my life.”

“You were always meant to be in my life too.  I think you were always meant to be like my big sister.  The big sister I never had,” Bee rubbed her arm.

“I love it.  I take that role very seriously, if you can’t tell,” Aryne said, wiping stray tears from her eyes.  “Even John.  Your big brother.”

“John’s…” Bee tried to find the right words to express what she was feeling.  “He’s been…the best,” she was about to get emotional now too.  She thought back to the phone call he made to her after Danielle approached her in the restaurant.  Encouraging her to get lawyers involved.  Offering his lawyer.  The wise advice he gave her.  He was on the phone with her for a good half an hour, listening to her and talking to her about everything.  He was a rock.  She always knew he was a rock, but that confirmed it for her.  

“I just want to make sure you know how loved you are, and how much we consider you like family,” Aryne said.  “I mean it, Tia Bee.”

“Tia?”

“Portuguese for aunt,” Aryne informed her.  “Hank and Jace don’t know how lucky they are to have an aunt like you.”

***

“If your boyfriend kisses a fish he’s never allowed to kiss me hello again.”

Bee snorted at Angie’s words as Mason plopped down beside her on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.  “Shut it.  He’s becoming a Newfoundlander.”

“I think there are other ways of becoming a Newfoundlander besides kissing a cod fish on the lips,” Angie grimaced.

“There isn’t!” Bee exclaimed.  “He told me he volunteered to do it.  They’re all gonna go to a bar.  They get certificates and everything.”

“You should frame it and put it up next to your Master’s diploma.”

Bee pinched the skin on Angie’s forearm tightly, causing her to yelp.  Mason almost spilled the popcorn.  “You’re mean, you know that?”

“Ladies, have we picked a movie?” Mason intervened.  “Do I need to sit in between you to separate you?  You know, like you’re five?”

“We’ll behave mom,” Angie sneered jokingly.  “I think we decided on The Prince and Me.”

“The Prince and Me?  Really?”

“It was filmed at Victoria College, Mason,” Bee said.  “Plus who wouldn’t want to make out with a Danish prince in the stacks of E.J. Pratt library?”

“I bet Freddie Andersen made some girl’s dreams come true that way,” Angie quipped again.

Another pinch from Bee; another yelp from Angie.  “Do not bring my darling Fred into this.”

“Into what?”

“Your perverted mind!”

“You’re telling me you’ve never fantasized about bringing Morgan into Pratt or Robarts to an obscure section where no-one ever goes so he could fuck you against the stacks?”

Bee stayed silent.  Mason pretended to gag.  Angie had a proud look on her face.  “Case closed.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too,” Angie made a kissy face.  “Now give me some of that popcorn.”

They settled into the couch and cuddled into each other as they began the movie, sharing the popcorn amongst them – finishing it early enough that it forced Mason to make another batch in the microwave.  Cuddling on the couch with them, stuffing her face with popcorn, watching a cheesy romantic movie, reminded Bee of her life before Morgan.  Before Morgan, it was just the three of them, together, against the world.  So much had changed since then, with the entrance of the Leafs, with people like Tyler and Fred and John and Aryne, with travels to Vancouver, with media attention, with DMs, and with her education and job.  When she thought about it – when she really thought about it – Bee couldn’t believe it had all happened within the year.  She was in such a different place than she was a year ago, but that was a good thing.  

She was moving forward.  

But at the same time, she could always go back to cuddling on the couch with Angie and Mason.  It was somewhat true, she thought, the saying that she’d heard time and time again: the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Near the end of the movie, Bee felt her phone vibrate a few times.  When she saw that it was Morgan texting her some pictures, she immediately opened the message.  The first few were of the scenery around town in St. John’s, and of the coastline where it looked like he, Fred, and Jason Spezza all went for a hike on Signal Hill.  It was the following pictures that piqued her interest.  Darker and less scenic, she knew exactly what they were before she even opened them.  When they enlarged on her screen, she smiled.

“What’s got you smirking, Bee?” Mason asked.

“Folks…I think my boyfriend has replaced me with a cod fish.”

Angie’s eyes bulged at her words.  “If you show me that picture I’m gonna barf.”

Bee did anyway.  She turned her phone screen to them.  Mason was thoroughly enjoying it; Angie was gagging.  Bee swiped through the pictures and laughed when she landed on the last one.  “Look!  Even the Crown Prince of Denmark got in on the action!” she squealed, showing the picture of Fred kissing the same fish.  

“FRED!” Angie wailed, horrified and disgusted all at once.  “How could he?!”

“He’s an honourary Newfoundlander!” Mason exclaimed excitedly.

“I’m never going to look at those soft lips the same way again,” Angie grimaced.

Mason shot her a horrified look, causing Bee to start laughing uncontrollably.  In between her laughs she could hear Mason huff, “Does this mean Fred is a part of your freebie five now?  I don’t know if I like that!  He’s too close!”

***

“I’ve gotta bring you to Newfoundland,” Morgan mumbled in between Bee’s kisses as they were cuddling on the couch the night of his arrival back to Toronto.  “The water is so blue, Bumblebee.  And the people are so nice.  The accent is a bit interesting, but my God, I’ve never met such genuinely nice people in my life.”

Bee giggled as she stopped kissing him momentarily to look him in the eye.  “You’re gonna have to bring me,” she said, a mischievous grin on her face.  “Or maybe I’ll go with Angie.”

“Whomever you go with, you just need to go,” his breathing was heavy.  “You’ll love the water Bee – love the water – it’s just so blue.  And you can get screeched in too.”

“Are we gonna kiss the same fish?”

“I don’t know if I like you kissing something Auston has also kissed,” he quipped, causing her to laugh out loud.  “He already made out with one of your cupcakes.  I think that’s enough.”

“Come here,” she bit her lip before leaning in to start kissing him again.  She took the initiative to take off her sweater, leaving her in just her plain t-shirt bra.  That didn’t stop Morgan from kissing down her neck and licking his way over to the top of her breasts, escalating things even quicker than she had anticipated.  

“I missed you so much,” he mumbled against her skin as he worked on unclasping her bra.  “Missed your lips.  Your skin.  Your boobs.”

“You always miss my boobs.”

“They’re the best boobs in the fucking world,” he mumbled, finally unclasping it and snaking it off her arms before throwing it on the coffee table.  She couldn’t help but giggle again as he dove in, his lips running amuck along her skin, licking and sucking at one of her nipples.  

Bee enjoyed the feeling of hit hot mouth and tongue on her breasts, as she always did, and slipped her hands underneath his hoodie to feel his abs and chest.  Eventually, she took it off of him, leading him to wrap his arms around her and lie her down on the couch, hovering on top of her.  He kissed his way down her body to the top of the leggings she was wearing, pulling them off with ease.  “I missed this the most,” he mumbled, feeling the heat from her core as he placed his hand in between her thighs, over the plain cotton underwear she was wearing.

“Did you?” she breathed out.

“You know I always do,” he said.  “I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy, baby.”

“Then why don’t you?” she arched her eyebrow, her voice holding a little bit of attitude in it.

Morgan smirked, shoving her underwear off before spreading her legs open with his hands.  “You saucy minx,” he said with an equal amount of attitude.  “You’re lucky I’m desperate to taste you or else I’d tease the fuck out of you.”

He didn’t waste time as he began to lap at her and suck on her clit, causing her to moan out his name and squirm.  Like he’d done countless times before, he brought his arms up and held her in place, keeping her pleasure in his control.  The moans of his name became louder and louder the more he lapped at her, and eventually, she was a swearing, screaming mess on the couch, shaking from pleasure as she was sure her juices coated Morgan’s face, just how he liked it.  When he finally stopped, rising from his position and hovering over her body, she watched as he licked his lips hungrily before he dipped down to kiss her.  “You taste so fucking good.”

“Mo--”

“So fucking sweet.  So fucking delicious,” he mumbled against her lips in between sticking his tongue into her mouth.  She made sure to shove his pants down his legs to free his cock.  “I could eat you all fucking night.”

Bee smiled as she felt his arms snake around her body again, and he pulled her up and adjusted their positions so she was sitting on his lap again.  Almost immediately, she grabbed his cock and sat on it, grabbing the couch behind Morgan’s head to steady herself.  Morgan buried his face between her breasts again as she adjusted to his size, slowly rocking back and forth.  

“We still gonna go to Positano?” she asked softly, giving him a quick kiss.

“Of course.”

“And Lake Como?”

“Yes.”

“And New Zealand?”

“Yes.”

“And Turkmenistan?” she smirked.

Morgan huffed, a smile playing on his face.  “Turkmenistan and Antarctica.”

“And now Newfoundland.”

“And now Newfoundland,” Morgan affirmed.  “I fucked you on a boat on the west coast and I’ll fuck you in a boat on the east coast too.”

Bee couldn’t help but laugh again.  “Promise?”

“Oh, I promise.”

She continued to rock back and forth on his cock, shoving her breasts into his face and increasing her pace.  Morgan’s hands travelled all over her body before one snaked its way between them, his thumb rubbing at her clit.  It didn’t take long for her to reach her climax, screaming out his name and shuddering in his arms.  Morgan kept thrusting in and out of her until he got his sweet release too, causing her to shiver again as she felt him filling her up.

As they came down from their highs, Bee moved so she could look Morgan in the eyes, cupping his face between her hands.  “I’m gonna miss you so much when the season starts again.”

“Shhhhh…” Morgan responded almost immediately.  “Don’t.  Don’t do this to yourself Bee.”

“I’m just saying--”

“Shhhhh,” he repeated, kissing her.  “Just focus on the now.  Us.  Together.  Right now.”

Bee nestled her face into the crook of his neck.  She thought about how cold the bed would be without him, but how warm it would be when he returned.  She thought about how empty the apartment would be with just her and Bruce, but how full it would feel when he returned.  She thought about how empty the couch would be with only she and Brucey cuddling, but how warm and cozy it would be when he returned.  Morgan just made everything better; it was the type of person he was.  It was how he changed her life.  “If I had my way I’d have you with me all the time,” she said, her voice quiet.

“Me too, Bumblebee.  If I had my way we’d stay like this forever.”

[4yourfitness]

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Die 21 besten Widerstandsband Übungen für dein Home Workout

In diesem Artikel lernst du die 21 besten Widerstandsband Übungen kennen.

Ich zeige dir Kraft-, Mobility- und Supportübungen, die du mit deinem Widerstandsband durchführen kannst.

Damit du auch zuhause und ohne schwere Gewichte ein gutes Training durchführen kannst.

Legen wir los!

Die Basics

Bevor wir durchstarten, möchte ich dir eine Geschichte erzählen.

Sie handelt von – nennen wir ihn – Hans.

Hans fragt sich, wie er auch ohne viel Aufwand möglichst günstig und schnell zuhause ein effektives Workout durchführen kann.

Und er ist damit sicher in Zeiten wie diesen nicht alleine.

Für Hans – und vielleicht auch für dich – habe ich diesen Artikel über Widerstandsband Übungen geschrieben.

Denn ein Widerstandsband ist ein günstiges Equipment für dein Home Workout und bietet sehr viele Einsatzmöglichkeiten.

Du – und Hans – werdet daher Widerstandsband Übungen kennen lernen, die dir dabei helfen, deine Kraft zu verbessern, schwierige Übungen zu vereinfachen und auch an deiner Mobility zu arbeiten.

Du hast noch gar kein Widerstandsband? Dann schaue dir unbedingt meinen Artikel zum Thema Widerstandsband kaufen an. Dort gebe ich dir Tipps, worauf du beim Kauf achten musst und du bekommst Herstellerempfehlungen.

Schnell entschlossen? Dann kommst du über diesen Affiliate Link direkt zum offiziellen VIA FORTIS Shop*. Verwende gerne meinen Rabattcode PAT15 und spare satte 15% auf deinen Einkauf!

Gut, nachdem wir das geklärt haben und du Hans kennen gelernt hast, wird es Zeit dir Widerstandsband Übungen vorzustellen.

Halt: Eines ist mir noch wichtig!

Für die meisten vorgestellten Widerstandsband Übungen musst du das Band irgendwo fixieren. Es ist dazu nicht unbedingt ein Workout Park – wie in den Videos ersichtlich – nötig. Auf jeden Fall ist aber eine einhundert Prozent sichere Fixierung nötig. Also bitte nicht auf einem Türreck, das nicht angeschraubt ist und auch nicht an einer Türschnalle. Du findest sicher etwas!

Widerstandsband Übungen für ein erfolgreiches Krafttraining

Wenn du mit Widerstandsbändern ein Krafttraining durchführen möchtest, solltest du eine mittlere bis starke Stärke auswählen.

Meist gibt es 5 unterschiedliche Widerstandsband-Stärken zur Wahl. Mehr dazu in meinem Widerstandsband kaufen Artikel.

Wie auch sonst unterliegt dieses Training den Gesetzen des Krafttrainings. Sprich: Die Schwierigkeit der Übung sollte so gewählt werden, dass du idealerweise nur zwischen 8 bis 12 Wiederholungen ohne Pause schaffst. Mehr dazu findest du in meinem Artikel über Widerstandsband Krafttraining.

Im folgenden Video stelle ich dir 6 Übungen vor, für die du außer einem Widerstandsband überhaupt kein weiteres Equipment benötigst. Du kannst es also auch ideal auf Reisen – mit deinem Widerstandsband im Gepäck – durchführen. Auch für dein Home Workout ist das eine gute Alternative, vor allem wenn Fitness Studios – wie in Zeiten der Corona-Pandemie – geschlossen haben.

Widerstandsband Übungen für das Erlernen von Skills

Du beherrscht noch keinen Klimmzug und fragst dich, wie du ihn jemals erlernen sollst?

Dann hat das Widerstandsband die Antwort für dich parat: Durch die Unterstützung des Bandes kannst du die schwierige Übungen nämlich bereits trainieren, obwohl du sie noch gar nicht beherrscht. Das hilft dir dabei, Kraft für die eigentliche Übung aufzubauen.

In meiner Anleitung zum Klimmzug lernen, die auf Laufvernarrt, dem dem Blog meiner Kollegin Paula erschienen ist, habe ich das Widerstandsband auch für Supportübungen eingesetzt.

Und selbst wenn du schon mehrere Klimmzüge schaffst, gibt es weitere – noch schwierigere Übungen wie den Muscle Up – an die du dich mit dem Widerstandsband herantasten kannst.

Eine der bekanntesten Widerstandsband Übungen – der Klimmzug Support

Das Coole daran: Diese Supportübungen kannst du selbstverständlich auch in dein Krafttraining einbauen, wenn sie die entsprechenden Kriterien erfüllen. Meistens benötigst du dafür einfach eine Klimmzugstange oder eine vertikale Stange, an der du das Band befestigen kannst. Jeweils stabil bitte, damit dir nichts davon beim Training entgegen kommt!

Du kannst dann die Schwierigkeit mit der Stärke des Bandes noch weiter so beeinflussen, dass die Übung perfekt für ein Krafttraining geeignet ist. Achte darauf, dass du zwischen 8 bis max. 15 Wiederholungen im ersten Satz ohne Pause schaffst. Bei statischen Übungen kannst du die Widerholungsanzahl mit 2 multiplizieren und entsprechende Haltezeit in Sekunden veranschlagen (also 16 bis 30 Sekunden), um noch im Muskelaufbaubereich zu liegen.

Bei schwierigen Übungen wie dem Lever ist es aber natürlich auch ok, wenn du dich im unteren, reinen Krafttrainingsbereich mit noch weniger Wiederholungen bzw. Sekunden Haltezeit befindest und entsprechend die Intensität bzw. der Widerstand der Übung noch höher ist. Wenn du noch Anfänger bist, würde ich mit solch hohen Intensitäten allerdings 6-8 Wochen warten und vorher einmal im Muskelaufbaubereich bleiben und mir hier geeignete Übungen suchen.

Folgende Übungen und wie du sie mit dem Widerstandsband dabei für einen guten Support leichter machen kannst, stelle ich dir im Video vor:

Klimmzug

Muscle Up

Skater Squat

Pistol Squat

Front Lever

Liegestütz / Einarmiger Liegestütz

Handstandliegestütz

Dip

Widerstandsbandübungen für mehr Mobility und Corestabilität

Mit Widerstandsband Übungen kannst du nicht nur für mehr Kraft, sondern auch für mehr Beweglichkeit und Geschmeidigkeit deiner Bewegungen sorgen.

Die Anforderungen an diese Übungen sind etwas anders gelagert als bei Kräftigungs- oder Supportübungen, obwohl sie teilweise auch die gleichen Effekte haben, wenn auch in kleinerem Umfang.

Mobility Übungen haben zum Ziel, eine Bewegung in einem möglichst großen, aktiven Bewegungsumfang (AROM = Active Range of Motion) durchzuführen. Diese Art der Bewegungsausführung bringt dein Nervensystem dazu, großräumigere Bewegungen innerhalb deiner Gelenke zuzulassen, weil du bei diesen Übungen gleichzeitig auch die das Gelenk schützenden Muskelgruppen aktivierst und stärkst.

Und wenn sich Gelenke regelmäßig in ihrem vollen Bewegungsumfang bewegen dürfen, sind das auch gesunde Gelenke. Denn: Sie schmieren sich dabei selbst. Gerade durch Bewegung können Gelenke auch regenerieren, denn erst so sorgt die im Gelenk vorhandene Flüssigkeit dafür, dass ein Nährstoffaustausch stattfinden kann.

Wichtig also bei diesen Übungen:

Führe sie immer im größtmöglichen Bewegungsradius aus, der dir zur Verfügung steht.

Führe die Übungen langsam und kontrolliert aus.

Ziele auf 10 bis 15 saubere, langsame Wiederholungen ab. Wiederhole nach einer kurzen Pause gerne noch einmal die Übung.

Wähle ein eher leichtes bis mittelstarkes Widerstandsband.

Zusätzlich zu den Mobility Übungen habe ich für dich auch feine Core-Übungen abgefilmt. Folgende Widerstandsband Übungen – in Klammer welche Körperregion du damit beweglicher machst bzw. trainierst – habe ich für dich im Video genau angeleitet:

Face Pulls (Schulter)

Schulterkreisen (Schulter)

Rotationen und Antirotationen (Wirbelsäule, Core)

Katzenbuckel (Brustwirbelsäule)

Suitcase Hold (Core)

Du kennst jetzt alle Übungen, fehlt nur noch ein Plan, mit dem du sie richtig zusammensetzen kannst.

Der kommt jetzt!

Trainingsempfehlungen

Wie kann nun ein feiner Trainingsplan mit den vorgestellten Widerstandsband Übungen aussehen?

Ich möchte dir ein Beispiel zeigen, anhand dessen du dein Training sicher auch gut anlehnen und gestalten kannst.

Warm Up mit Mobility Übungen (5-10 Minuten)

Mach ein ca. 5-minütiges Warm Up und baue anschließend 1-2 Mobility Übungen für deine “Problemzonen” ein.

Hauptteil mit Kräftigungs- und Supportübungen (20-30 Minuten)

Wähle dir zum Beispiel Liegestütze, Kreuzheben, Kniebeuge und Rudern als Standardübungen aus und füge dann noch eine Support Übung für einen Skill hinzu, den du lernen möchtest – zum Beispiel Klimmzug.

Dein Training würde dann so aussehen, dass du jeweils 2 bis 4 Sätze pro Übung (beginne mit weniger Sätze und steigere dich nach ein paar Wochen) mit einer Satzpause von 1-2 Minuten durchführst – auch von der Support-Übung.

Im Beispiel Klimmzug würdest du dir also ein starkes Widerstandsband nehmen, das dich beim Klimmzug gut unterstützt und dir erlaubt, zumindest 6, besser mindestens 8 Wiederholungen im ersten Satz durchzuführen. Diese Trainingseinheit kannst du zweimal, besser dreimal pro Woche wiederholen und wirst schon in vier Wochen extreme Fortschritte bemerken.

Cool Down mit Mobility Übungen (5 Minuten)

Zum Abschluss deines Trainings kannst du dich noch einmal deinen “Problemzonen” widmen und entweder die Übungen vom Warm Up wiederholen oder dir noch andere aussuchen, die dir gut tun.

Drei dieser Trainingseinheiten in der Wochen machen dich schon in wenigen Monaten zu einem ganz neuen Menschen. Du willst Veränderung? Dann darfst du auch etwas dafür tun!

Fazit

Du hast in diesem Artikel insgesamt 21 gute Widerstandsband Übungen kennen gelernt.

Einerseits für dein Krafttraining, andererseits auch um schwierige Skills zu erlernen und um deinen Core zu stärken und deine Mobility zu verbessern.

Zusätzlich hast du noch erfahren, wie du diese Übungen nun auch in dein Training einbauen kannst.

Damit hast du alle, was du brauchst, um durchzustarten.

Halt, fast alles. 😉

Falls du noch ein Widerstandsband brauchst, wirst du hier fündig: Widerstandsband kaufen.

[augustjcrdan]

{ kj apa ♔ 24 ♔ he/him } well, well, well if it isn’t [august ‘aj’ jordan ] running around peach hollow. legend has it, they come from [olive avenue] and have lived here for [all their life]. if you’re wondering what they’ve been up to, i hear they’re an [NFL player] for a living. they have been known to be [naive] yet [CHARMING]. a word of advice to them, always look over your shoulder. you never know who is watching. { adri ♔ 26 ♔ est ♔ she/her }

basic information ↴

full name : August Michael Jordan nickname(s) : AJ preferred name(s) : AJ birth date : November 3rd age : Twenty Four zodiac : Scorpio gender : Male pronouns : He/Him romantic orientation : Straight sexual orientation : Heterosexual nationality : American ethnicity : Samoan, Scottish current location : Peach Hallow, Atlanta living conditions : Bought his own home recently in the same town he grew up in. Had it designed & built from scratch

background ↴

birth place : Atlanta, Georgia hometown : Peach Hollows, Georgia social class : Upper-Class education level : Went to college for 4 years before entering the NFL draft, but didn’t graduate. Was one semester short of getting his teaching degree parents: Divorced  father : Mike (girlfriend Gwen) mother : Christina (married to Jake) sibling(s) : 6 biological, 4 step siblings previous relationships : Angel - high school sweetheart

occupation  ↴

nfl tight end for the atlanta falcons.  wears number 83 does endorsement deals helps promote giving back to the city helps out a lot with children events at hospitals has appeared on lot of social media campaigns, has his own workout plan to purchase

physical appearance  ↴

face claim : KJ Apa eye color : Honey Comb hair color : Red with darker roots sometimes hair type/style : slicked back with some gel or just free flowing dominant hand : Right height : 6′1weight : 200lb build : super lean, abs for days tattoos : 8 but wants more piercings : both of his ears marks/scars : one in the middle of his eyebrows

BIOGRAPHY  ↴

When August’s parents were in college, both out of state and newbies to Atlanta, they found themselves with an unplanned pregnancy and a decision to make.

Mike and Christina decided to keep their son when they were 20 and 21, raise him in an off campus apartment while they finished up their degrees and figure out things along side their friends and extended family. 

They moved to Peach Hollow when Christina finished college. August has lived in quite a few places throughout the town as he grew up and loved it.

His dad, a Chicago native was a huge basketball fan. Being named Michael Jordan growing up, he thought he was the man and wanted more than anything for his kid to love basketball. When August came out with firey red hair, Mike thought that was the sign and called him basketball head for most of his life. But little did he know, AJ had a completely different plan.

His mom, a soccer player in college, was never going to push sports or anything onto her baby. Her parents were super hard on her and disappointed that she would never make the USA team after having a baby in college, so she wanted to raise August to pick whatever he wanted in his life to do.

Christina was more laid back in the parenting department and Mike was more demanding and short tempered. This caused for a lot of fights and a lot of blow outs that AJ witnessed at a young age. One of those fights resulted in his scar that he got in between his brows that he tells everyone was a slam dunk gone wrong.

Once Christina got the balls to leave Mike after a failed marriage, she found herself starting a lifestyle magazine in Atlanta along with a boutique. It wasn’t long after that she met her now husband, Jake, who already had a son and the two went on to have 2 more kids. Giving them the picture perfect, 4 kids, white picked fence life. Jake was in business and Christina’s life really took off.

Mike on the other hand wasn’t stable at all. He worked all different kinds of dead end jobs and bounced from one girl to the next, having 3 with 3 different women thinking that was his ticket to getting them to stay. The unstableness was uneasy for Christina to deal with having in August’s life and she had to often keep her son from seeing his dad for long stretches of time. 

Mike was quick to turn to alcohol and get drunk to deal and cope with how he failed as a father in many ways. And there were many drunk phone calls made to their home, restraining orders, the whole nines. It wasn’t something he really told many people about.

Jake was a great step dad, and his brother was cool, but at the young age of 7 - August really wanted to play football and have an escape from his life. He wanted to play the game he loved to watch on tv. Whether it was the Falcons, Bears or the Eagles (Since his mom is originally from Pennsylvania) he was mesmerized by the plays, the positions and the entire game.

Once he played in his first game, AJ was in love. He was tall for his age so jumping others and ‘mossing’ other children, August fell in love with being a tight end. There was no other position that he loved more. He got to be physical, block, protect the qb but also score touchdowns and create them all at the same time.

His workouts and daily routines became intense. He was talented and wanted to ride out his dream, he promised his mom if she let him go through with this, he was going to give it is all and he always has.

Having abs at 14 was something that was nice to impress girls his age with, but never did he think that older women would be hitting on him? Sure, cheek pinches and all of that were nice but when his mom took too much interest in him, he really didn’t know what to do.

She was someone his family trusted, someone they used to help further AJ’s career in high school and beyond and behind everyones back, she was taking advantage of him and sleeping with him. Her name is Macy and she still haunts his thoughts today.

Throughout high school, she took photos when he was asleep, would use them against him for blackmail to get time with him. She caused him so much pain, anxiety and depression that he couldn’t tell anyone about. Regardless of knowing he could take her down, she had some mental hold over him and he hated it. Plus, most people don’t think guys/men can get abused/raped and when AJ tried to tell his dad once, he said an older woman is every high school kids dream. She’s not. It’s not. It’s a nightmare.

Once he was able to get away from Peach Hollow, he attended PSU for four years and flourished. He was able to shake away Macy and though he missed someone from his past, still loved the hell out of her and wanted to be with her, he has always told himself he was protecting and saving her from the wrath of Macy.

Atlanta wasn’t where he was expecting to get drafted. Not at all. He was actually hoping and praying it would be to any other city for another fresh new start, but they took him in the first round. As a TE, that was huge. He was their ‘hometown’ hero guy that earned the nickname red jordan or red around the league easily thanks to the hair.

Now that he’s been playing and signed a huge, multimillion dollar deal with the falcons, along with tons of endorsements, a new management and pr team, he decided to move back to Peach Hollow and build a home on the lot he always admired on his walks home from school. It was another dream he was able to make a reality. Along with taking care of his mom.

His dad is still a mess, he’s with a girlfriend now and they’re having another baby on top of the 6 combined they have together. He asks AJ for money constantly and it’s the hardest thing in the world to have to turn down supporting his father, but once you give someone an inch, they usually take a yard. That’s exactly how he would describe his alcoholic, still over the top, biological father.

random headcanons  ↴

has two dogs; max & luna. had one growing up that was his best friend named scar. loves cars. has 5 favorite drink is whiskey straight or rum and coke. will do as many shots as you tell him to and is king of keg stands. will never shy away from jumping behind the bar. had to learn how to play the guitar in high school for an extra curricular class and still from time to time picks it up and jams out. he can’t really dance, so the guitar it is. if you put bacon on anything, he will eat it. hangs out with celebrities and acts like it’s no big deal. has issues knowing how to dress for events? he likes to keep it casual and relaxed like every day looks, so needs to hire someone to dress him. is obsessed with hats to hide his red hair. hates being asked if he was born in august. his mom picked the name out of a baby book, he wishes there was a cooler story behind it. his mom has been filmed on RHOA a few times and it gets to her head if you talk to her about it. so please don’t.

wanted connections  ↴

best friends step brother possible sibling like cousins/grew up together childhood friends matched on a dating app sports world friends hookups/one night stands models/girls he’s taken out on dates college friends anything/everything. i like to build off our characters and what they want/need in their lives!

[jeonsdear]

Sweet Dreams Part 2

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Request: someone requested a continuation of this work and you know what? it is at least going to have three parts so yeah enjoy

Summery: are friends supposed to enjoy sleeping in each other arms? Parts: [1] , 2 , [3]

Warnings: fluff

Words: 1303

A/N: Enjoy!  Also sorry for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language lol. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated ❤️ Keep the requests coming (x) , my collection of stories (x) .

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 You had no idea how you ended up manically laughing alongside Seokjin. Sprawled on the living room floor, watching some weird Christmas film, taking shots every time someone wore a Santa hat you both placed on the corner of the TV. No, that was a lie, you knew how. Tipsy Jin was a whole different level.  The rest of the boys were either spending their spare time in their studios or the gym and since neither you or Jin wanted to spend their Saturday night working or sweating you decided on cooking some delicious food and watching Christmas films while drinking eggnog.

‘‘Jin-Oppa maybe you should switch to water’‘, you suggested giggling, holding your stomach trying to breathe. You had stopped taking shots half an hour ago but Jin had kept going and now he was confidently drunk. ‘‘You’re no fun’‘, he complained but sent a bright smile your way before taking another sip. Deciding it wasn’t your responsibility to keep him sober, you settled into his side following the film.

It wasn’t long until the boys that hit the gym came back, Jimin being one of them. He hurried over to you to embrace you, causing you to shriek because he was a sweaty mess. ‘‘Ehw Jimin, you’re all sweaty’‘ He only laughed already on his way to take a shower. When you turned your head you noticed Jin starring at you with a knowing smile. ‘‘What?’‘ ‘‘I just don’t get it.’‘ ‘‘What?’‘, you repeated completely clueless. ‘‘Jimin and you. You love each other but won’t do anything about it. I would give everything to have that kind of relationship you both have. And you just waste it.’‘ You just stared at the older boy dumbfounded, not really knowing how to reply. It took a few minutes until you were able to form words: ‘’We don’t waste anything!’’ ‘‘Hmmmm...’‘, Jin smiled raising an eyebrow at you. ‘‘No denying you love each other?’‘ ‘‘Jin!’‘, you hissed signalizing at him to keep his voice down. ‘‘He doesn’t love me like that’‘ ‘‘Whatever you say Y/N.’‘, he smiled and watched you dash out the room. God.

'’I’m decent’’, you heard Jimin yell making you laugh while you entered his and Hoseok’s bedroom. Jimin wore low cut sweatpants, single water drops dripping down his nude torso. He was gorgeous. He had always been. But lately he was gorgeous in more way than one to you and you knew exactly why, but didn’t dare to end those train of thoughts.  Trying not to stare you leaned against the wall, playing with the hem of your shirt. ‘‘How was your workout?’‘ ‘‘Good! But I feel like I would have rather watched you and Hyung get drunk watching...what? Christmas films?’’ You laughed while moving towards his bed and flopping down on the soft mattress. Instantly you were consumed by Jimin’s smell.  Home. ‘‘I’m not drunk. Can’t say that about Jin though.’‘ You felt the mattress drop when he sat down next to you, bumping your nose with his finger. ‘‘But you drank eggnog didn’t you?’‘ ‘‘Yeah’‘ ‘‘So you’re staying here tonight then’‘, he concluded making you slightly punch his arm. ‘‘Nah I can walk home Jiminie I’m not drunk!’‘ ‘‘Do you really think I will let you walk home semi-drunk? In the dark?’‘ Laying down you had a great view up his abs and chest and it was more than a little distracting so you shifted into a sitting position. ‘‘I didn’t bring anything to stay over.’‘, you argued making your best friend sigh and roll his eyes. ‘‘This is a fully equipped household, stop being ridiculous. Now, what did you and Jin eat?’‘ You knew when you lost a fight, and really? It wasn’t like you really wanted to put up a fight. ‘‘There’s still some left in the kitchen’‘, you said while following him to the kitchen, trying not to stare at his half-naked glory. 

The moment Hoseok saw you sitting on the sofa he broke out in a bright smile. ‘‘Are you staying tonight?’‘ You nodded, feeling Jimin’s arms tightening around your waist. ‘‘Yay, a sleepover!’’, he excitedly exclaimed and hurried over to you both, making Jimin silently groan. Jimin thought you hadn’t noticed, but every time one of the boys engaged in skinship with you he became all rigid and extra touchy with you. Honestly, you didn’t mind but it slowly became tiring to hide the closeness between you, too. You were tired. Tired of acting like you didn’t want to kiss these plump lips, tired of acting like you didn’t ogle the way his body moved, tired of overthinking every single action and whether that was friendship friendly.  But you had no idea how to go about it so you settled for keeping quiet and suffering in silence.

The next time you opened your eyes you found yourself to be carried. You shifted slightly in the strong arms that belonged to Jimin and blinked a few times, realizing he carried you to bed.  ‘‘Did I fall asleep?’‘, you murmured drowsily enjoying how he chuckled fondly. ‘‘We all did. I just woke up and thought it would be a lot more comfortable in a bed.’‘ He gently lowered you onto his bed and went to fetch a shirt for you. ‘‘You want pants?’‘ ‘‘Nah I’m good.’‘, you yawned, clearly not fully thinking. You didn’t notice Jimin tensing up at the thought of you just dressed in a shirt of his, but he turned around nonetheless to give you space to change.  ‘‘Where’s Hobi?’‘, you asked snuggling into the covers, following Jimin climb into the bed with your eyes.  ‘’Asleep on the couch’‘ ‘‘Shouldn’t we wake him? His neck will hurt tomorrow’‘ ‘‘No.’‘ You laughed, shifting on your back and making room for him. ‘‘Stop being so possessive’’, you joked not really thinking about the implications. And you sure as hell didn’t expect his shrug and the way he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Jimin didn’t deny being possessive because truth is that he was. Not excessively, and not always. But he did value your night time together and as much as he loved his Hyung, he wanted your cuddles to himself. Lost in thoughts you ran your fingers through his soft but touseled hair receiving a groan from him followed by a content sigh. ‘‘You’re sore?’‘,you murmured knowing Jungkook tended to challenge Jimin to the craziest thing when working out, it also put off your mind from the soft noises that made you all fuzzy inside. ‘‘Hmmm yeah I feel like he destroyed my back’‘ His breath against the skin of your neck made you involuntarily shiver and judging by how Jimin’s lips formed into a smile he had noticed.  To distract you both, you moved your hands from his hair down his back, starting to massage the sore muscles. The skin under your fingertips was soft and warm and in this moment you were glad Hoseok didn’t sleep in the other bed in this room.  Jimin tried shifting even closer to you, which was basically impossible, and yawned making you follow him suit. The low laughter that filled your ear and his soft voice asking whether you were tired made your heart race all while feeling so comfortable you didn’t want his body to move away from yours. But Jimin shifted onto his back and pulled you towards him, this time being you who snuggled as close as possible to him burying your face in between his shoulders and neck. ‘‘Don’t you wanna put a shirt on? You’re going to get cold.’‘ ‘‘Guess you’re going to have to stay like this the whole night then.’‘ ‘‘Didn’t plan on moving’‘, you said in between a yawn closing your eyes, humming when his fingers found your scalp gently massaging it. ‘‘Don’t ever.’‘

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