#and now oh has a tear on his labrum on his shoulder and is getting surgery

[lover-of-mine]

no but what the fuck i said it back in January when Jack dislocated his shoulder again that he shouldn't have come back, that that boy wasn't fully healed and came back because people kept pressuring him considering the way the media was talking about how his injury was the devils downfall and i don't doubt someone on the team was like you can play through this right, and he's an athlete, athletes are conditioned to play through pain, and hockey is so much worse on that point, and you look at him and you know all he knows is hockey, but he's also a 22 yo who people keep expecting to be this saving grace when he's human and injured but of course he's gonna say, hell yeah i can play and keep his scoring average high and do everything he can for the devils, he's been moving less smootly for weeks, he wasn't shooting as much as he would before, he was playing like someone whos scared to be injured and i was saying his shoulder didn't heal fully thats why Lazar went for the fight after a completely legal hit that threw him on the floor but made him land on his shoulder now he has a ligament tear on the thing that fucking holds his shoulder in place when you could've just let that boy heal when he got boarded the first time in November, but noooo we need Jack, put him in, now were not making playoffs anyway and the boy is looking AT SIX MONTHS OF REHAB FOR A SURGERY HE SHOULDVE GOTTEN DONE IN JANUARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOR FUCKS SAKE I HATE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[itsadamcole]

i might fall apart

fem!reader x finn balor

Finn gets injured during a match, and he is being forced to relinquish his nxt title, and reader tries to do everything she can to help him, including giving him his Christmas present a little bit early ... "if you don't hug me right now then i might fall apart"

word count: 5.4k+

warnings: sad!finn, a scene where reader gets unintentionally hurt by finn, crying, angst, fluff, smut

— meant to get this out yesterday but oh well. i was busy with classes and my birthday dinner so here this is —

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You sit in the backstage area by the medical area. You are praying that the injury that Finn sustained in his match isn't as terrible as it looked.

Finn was in an NXT match with Karrion Kross, and Kross powerbombed Finn onto the apron. As soon as Finn landed on the ground, he grabbed at his previously injured shoulder. The shoulder that was injured against Seth Rollins at Summerslam 2016 for the Universal Championship. He looked like he was in actual pain, not just kayfabe. You've gotten good at realizing what was real and what wasn't.

This seemed extremely real.

The door to the medical area opens and you see Finn come out. His arm is in a sling and he looks upset.

You run over to Finn and you say, "Hey, what did they tell you?"

Finn looks at you and says, "The same thing happened tonight that happened at Summerslam against Seth. I dislocated my shoulder, which I knew because of the pain. They told me I tore my labrum again, and I need surgery again, and I have to give up my damn title again."

He's angry and he's upset, you can hear it in his voice. You say, "You've worked through it once. You can do it again, and I'm right here to help you, Finn."

"I didn't get my title back last time," Finn says. "I might as well say goodbye to this one forever too." He takes his NXT title and throws the belt across the room. It bounces off a wall and lands on the floor. The noise of the belt hitting the wall makes you flinch.

You stare up at Finn and say, "They didn't know how to book you on Raw, Finn. They know how to use you here in NXT. You'll get your title back."

Finn looks down at you and you can see tears forming in his blue eyes.

"This is the second title I have to relinquish in WWE," Finn says, voice cracking. "This is the second time I've had to deal with his injury. Y/N, what if I can't do it again?"

His words break your heart and you take the hand that's not in the sling. You look into Finn's eyes and say, "You can. I'm here to help you. I'm here to make you feel better when you're feeling down."

You try to give him a reassuring smile. Finn says, "If ya don't hug me right now then I might fall apart. All I want is a hug from ya right now."

Careful not to hit his injured arm, you wrap your arms around Finn's neck. He wraps his free arm around your waist and buries his face in your neck.

Finn sobs, just once, into your neck. The sound alone is enough to make you tear up.

He's hurting, mentally and physically, and you have no idea how to help. You hate that Finn's feeling like this. He just got the NXT title back in September, and here he is four months later. He's relinquishing when he had so much planned for his reign. He had a goal of beating Adam Cole's 403 day reign.

All of that is gone now because of his injury.

"Finn!" you hear Karrion Kross say behind you. Finn looks up, his cheeks wet. "Oh, no. Finn, I'm so sorry. I added too much power. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry that this is happening to you again. It's my fault."

You look up at Finn and he says, "It's not your fault at all, Kross. Ya executed the move perfectly. My arm was just a little too high and I dislocated my shoulder. I shoulda learned from last time. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."

Scarlett walks over and looks at me. "Is he okay?" she asks, referring to Finn.

"Dislocated shoulder and torn labrum," you say. "He needs surgery."

She looks sad as she says, "I'm so sorry, Finn."

Finn shrugs with his good shoulder and says, "It's fine. I'll be fine. Make sure Kross carries that title with pride because we all know who will become the fourth two-time NXT champion."

All of you give a little laugh before Finn walks over and picks up his title. He looks at the belt and looks at you. You watch and wait to see what he does.

Finn walks away from you, Karrion, and Scarlett. You look at Karrion and Scarlett in confusion before following Finn.

You find him knocking on William Regal's office door. You keep your distance as the door opens. "Mr. Regal," Finn says. "This doesn't belong to me anymore."

Regal looks at the title that Finn is holding out to him before he says, "You have to relinquish, don't you?"

Finn nods as he says, "Dislocated shoulder and torn labrum, which needs surgery. I'll be out for a while." Regal takes the title from Finn's hands.

A soft tsk comes from Regal and he says, "Such a shame. You've been a good champion, Finn. I can talk with Hunter and we can work something out for when you come back. Maybe work you into a storyline where the title is involved."

You listen to the conversation as Finn nods. "That sounds good," he says. "Thank you, Mr. Regal."

"Best of luck in your recovery, Finn," Regal says. "Please keep us updated on when you'll be back."

Finn says, "Of course. Have a good holiday, Mr. Regal. I'll see ya very soon."

Regal gives him a curt nod and walks back into the office with Finn's title. The door closes and Finn looks down.

He walks away, walking toward you. He has no idea that you're standing there. Well, until he looks up at you as he walks away from Regal's office. "How long have ya been standing there?" Finn asks, approaching you.

"I followed you when you walked away," you explain. "I wasn't being a stalker, I swear."

Finn looks upset as he says, "So ya heard the whole thing." It wasn't formed like a question.

You nod and say, "I saw you relinquish your title. I know how much that had to hurt but I'm proud of you."

He sighs and says, "This isn't the first time I've had to relinquish a title, Y/N. It hurts but not as bad as the first time I had to."

You've never had to give up a title because of injury so you can only imagine the pain Finn is in right now, either mentally or physically.

Then an idea pops into your head. You have a way to make Finn feel better. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and you're planning on going out to attend the annual WWE Christmas party at the Performance Center with Finn. You can give him one of your presents a little earlier.

"I know," you say. "Why don't we go home and watch some movies? I can make whatever snack you'd like, like popcorn or cookie dough." You smile, trying to help him feel better.

Finn says, "I would love to but I'm beat and really just wanna sleep. Rain check?"

Your smile fades and you nod. "Yeah," you say. "Of course."

The car ride home is quiet and you can almost feel how upset Finn is. You drive and Finn sits in the passenger's seat. You steal a couple glances at him at red lights or stop signs and find him staring out the window.

You pull up to the house and watch as Finn walks inside, not saying a word to you. You sigh and walk inside behind him.

Finn lays on the couch and puts something on TV. You make your way upstairs to the bedroom.

Maybe you won't be able to help Finn. He's completely shut you out and you don't know what you can do to help since he won't talk to you or accept any help.

After you get changed into pajamas, you crawl into bed. You end up crying yourself to sleep, frustrated and slightly upset.

***

A noise in your bathroom wakes you up. Finn is cursing up a storm and you get up to investigate.

You stand in the doorway to see a soaking wet Finn Balor on the bathroom floor. A towel is around his waist. He's gripping his injured shoulder.

"Finn!" you say, running over to him. You kneel beside him and make sure he's okay. "What happened?"

He looks up at you and says, "I fucking slipped and fell, that's what happened. I fell and hit my shoulder on the ground." His voice is cracking and you can tell he's trying not to cry.

You wipe away some of the water droplets that are falling down his face and you say, "You're okay." He looks away from you. "Hey, look at me."

Finn takes a second before turning his attention back toward you. "Tell me what you need," you say. "I want to help."

"Can ya magically fix my shoulder so I can go get my title back?" Finn asks, accent getting thick with anger. "No? Then I don't want your help."

He pushes you off of him, puts his arm back in his sling, and walks into the bedroom. You fall back against the glass door of the shower, hitting your head on the door lightly. When you tried to brace yourself, you fell on your wrist awkwardly and now it hurts. You probably sprained it.

You sit on the ground and hold your wrist. You sigh, trying not to cry.

After holding back the tears and the sobs for a few minutes, you just give in. Finn's never pushed you away like he has. You're starting to doubt your relationship with him and wondering if you can survive this.

It's Christmas Eve and instead of spending time with the man you love, you're sitting in the bathroom crying because you don't know if your relationship will last to tomorrow.

After you don't emerge from the bathroom after a few minutes, Finn comes back to check on you. He finds you curled up in a ball, crying softly. Your knees have been brought up to your chest and your forehead rests on your knees. You hold your possibly sprained wrist.

"Y/N," Finn says softly. His voice startles you and you look up at him. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying. Finn's heart breaks at the sight. His moment of anger hurt you, emotionally and physically. He can tell by the way you're holding your wrist.

Slowly, he approaches you. He kneels in front of you and says, "Y/N, baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt ya."

He reaches out to touch your knee but you flinch away from him. You know what happened was an accident but you're terrified to let him touch you.

Finn drops his arm and looks down. "I'm so sorry that this happened," he says. "I really didn't mean to hurt ya. I would never intentionally hurt ya. I'm so sorry."

Tears continue to fall down your cheeks as you cry, "I just want to help you, Finn. I want to help you get through this and I want to help you feel better."

He says, "I know ya do. I acted in a moment of anger. I was frustrated and in pain. I know ya are trying your best and I'm not making it very easy for ya. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Quickly, you crawl over to Finn and hug him, crying into his good shoulder. Finn wraps his free arm around your shoulders.

The two of you stay like that until your knees begin to hurt. When your knees begin to hurt, you stand up and look down at Finn. "If you don't want to go to the Christmas party then I understand," you say.

Finn gets up and says, "Let's get a brace on that wrist before we talk about any Christmas parties, okay?"

You nod in agreement before Finn grabs an old wrist brace out of the cabinet under the sink.

He leads you out to the bedroom and you sit on the bed. Finn undoes the brace so you can slide it on the injured wrist. It's a fully metal brace so the wrist is completely immobilized and you can't move it. You look up at Finn and say, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me," he says. "I caused this. I hurt ya."

You say, "Not intentionally. You didn't mean to do this, and it's my own fault for trying to brace myself."

Finn looks away from you and says, "I pushed ya. It's my own fault."

Shaking your head, you say, "Do not blame yourself, Finn. This was neither of our faults, okay? It just happened. I'm braced up and I'll heal in a few days."

He nods and stays quiet. You take his free hand and play with his fingers. Finn watches you as you play with his fingers.

After a second of silence, Finn says, "I'm gonna call the day after Christmas to get a surgery scheduled that way we can get that done with and I can start my physical therapy and I can get back in the ring sooner rather than later."

You nod and say, "I'll be right here if you need anything, Finn. You tell me what you want and I'll be willing to help you."

Finn intertwines his fingers with yours and says, "How about we spend the day together since it is Christmas Eve? We can bake cookies or watch Christmas movies. Or we can go to the Christmas party. Whatever ya want to do today since I was being difficult this morning."

"All I want is for us to spend the day together," you say. "Baking cookies sounds fun. We don't have to do to the Christmas party. I'd much rather stay in anyway."

Finn pulls you up and says, "Then let's go bake some cookies. I've never baked cookies so I'm excited."

You stand in front of Finn, looking up. "How have you never made cookies before?" you ask, surprised.

"I've been training to wrestle since I was young then I travelled the world," he says. "I never really got the chance to bake cookies."

Almost running out of the room, you say, "We're baking cookies. Right now. Let's go."

Finn lets out a soft laugh. It's a laugh that you've missed in the past 24 hours. You make your way into the kitchen. You're wearing a black crop top with red and black checkered pajama pants. Probably not the best thing to be wearing when baking cookies. Especially when things can get a little ... messy.

You rush to get all the ingredients out, putting them on the kitchen island counter. This counter is the biggest and gives both you and Finn some extra room to move around.

Finn walks into the kitchen as you get out the ingredients out. Eggs, flour, sugar, vanilla, baking soda, baking powder, chocolate chips, salt, brown sugar, and butter. You grab a bowl and a spoon to mix everything together. You grab measuring spoons and measuring cups.

"So," Finn says. "What do we have to do?"

You look at Finn and say, "I can measure out ingredients and you can put them in the bowl. You can mix if you'd like too. I'll hold the bowl."

A smile spreads across Finn's lips and he nods. He joins you at the counter.

You start with sugar. You measure it and hand the cup to Finn. He takes it and pours the dry ingredient into the bowl before handing it back to you.

This goes on until you get to the flour. You decide to be a little dirty and fake a sneeze, sending flour into the air. Finn says, "Y/N! This is my favorite shirt!"

You look at his black t-shirt and say, "You have tons of shirts that are black."

Finn says, "Yeah, but this one was my favorite."

Laughing, you brush the flour away. "Okay, crybaby," you say. "I'll make sure it's nice and clean."

While you clean up Finn's shirt, Finn takes a handful of flour and throws it at you. Your face and shirt is covered in flour. Finn lets out a chuckle.

Your jaw almost drops and you say, "Finn! I was being nice and cleaning up your shirt for you."

He smiles and says, "Oops. I'm sorry, Y/N."

You grab a handful of flour and throw it at Finn, dirtying his shirt again and now he has flour all over his face and in his hair.

"Oh," Finn says. "That's how ya wanna play, hm?"

You've realized what you've done as Finn takes another handful of flour. "Finn," you say. "Don't you dare. I swear to Go-" Before you can finish the sentence, flour flies at you. You're now basically covered in head to toe with flour. "Okay. I see what you wanna do."

You scoop flour up in both your hands before throwing it at Finn. You giggle and start to back away as Finn takes another handful of flour.

By this time, you're on the other side of the counter. He throws it at you and it makes it to you. You reach across and grab flour, throwing it at Finn before running out of the room.

"Come back here!" Finn calls. You giggle and hide behind the wall that separates the living room and the kitchen.

Footsteps lead from the kitchen into the dining room. "Y/N?" Finn says in a singsong voice. "Come here."

You cover your mouth to keep quiet.

Finn walks past you into the living room from the kitchen. He doesn't see you and that gives you the opportunity to sneak attack from behind. You wrap your arms around Finn's waist. You're met with flour. You laugh and look up at Finn.

"You're cleaning the flour up in the living room," you tell Finn.

Finn's taken off his sling at this point. You notice when he turns in your arms. He asks, "What if I don't?"

You smirk a bit and say, "Then you don't get your Christmas present later on tonight."

He smiles and says, "Oh really? Hm, then I might clean it up since I won't get my present if I don't."

"You better," you say, leaning up and pecking his lips. "Now let's go finish these cookies then we can go get cleaned up."

Finn smiles and walks back into the kitchen with you.

The two of you finish the cookies. You clean up the flour around the kitchen and Finn disappears into the living room while the cookies are in the oven.

Once they're done in the oven, you lay them out so they can cool down.

Footsteps enter the room and arms wrap around your waist from behind as you lay out the cookies on a cooking rack. "So," Finn says behind you. "What's my Christmas present since I cleaned up the living room?"

You giggle and say, "Patience, Finn. We still haven't talked about that Christmas party and if we wanted to go."

Finn says, "I'd rather stay in tonight. I really don't feel like putting a smile on my face when I don't mean it, especially for a whole night."

You turn in Finn's arms and says, "Whatever you want to do. Today's about you, Finn. If you wanna stay in then we'll stay in."

He smiles and says, "You're the best, Y/N. Thank you for trying to be here for me even though I know I'm probably not making it very easy."

"Injuries are never very easy to go through," you say. "I've had my fair share of knee injuries so I understand. I'm just trying to make it a little easier on you."

Finn brushes some flour filled strands of hair out of your face. "Ya are the best," he says. "I promise to be easier on ya and I won't take my frustrations or anger out on ya like earlier."

His hands move up to cup your face and you say, "Take whatever you want out on me. Anger, frustrations, or whatever it is."

Finn smiles and says, "So, Christmas present?"

You laugh and say, "Relax, Finn. We still have to get cleaned up. Showered and changed because I'm not eating a meal with you while you're covered in flour."

His hands leave your cheeks and he says, "Then let's go get showered and changed."

You smile and say, "I have to finish getting everything ready for dinner. I'll shower later."

Finn pouts and he says, "Come on, mo gra. Come shower with me." He smiles trying to convince you to come with him.

"Finn, I have to get dinner ready," you say. "If I don't make dinner now then it won't be ready before dinnertime. And I have things planned for later."

Your boyfriend sighs and says, "Dinner better be amazing since ya won't shower with me."

You giggle and say, "Dessert will be better. Now go get cleaned up."

"Fine," Finn whines, pouting as he walks off. You smile and get dinner started.

You make lasagna with a special meat sauce your mom always made. Finn takes about 45 minutes upstairs.

Dinner is in the oven and that's when you go get showered and cleaned up.

It takes a while to get the flour out of your hair. At least twenty minutes and three washes. Then you wash and shave the rest of your body.

Finn got a little dressed up for dinner so you decide to get into the dress you bought for the party tonight. It's a tight red dress. Long off the shoulder sleeves, and the skirt ends right past your butt.

You would usually wear a bra and panties with the dress, but because it's just you and Finn tonight, you decide to just go completely commando.

You dry your hair and you tie it up in a tight ponytail on the top of your hair. You smooth out the dress before walking downstairs. You go barefoot as you walk down the stairs.

Finn's setting up for dinner, his arm in his sling. He wears a white button up with black dress pants. He's wearing socks but not sneakers or any other shoe. He even put on cologne.

You smile and watch from the doorway of the dining room as he lights a few candles. That's the only light in the room, plus the light coming into the room from the kitchen and foyer.

The living room is lit up by the Christmas tree and the lights lining the fireplace. There is a fire going on the fireplace.

Finn finally looks up at you and he smiles when he sees the dress you're wearing. "Look at ya," he says, walking over to you. "Ya look stunning, Y/N."

You smile and say, "You don't look too bad yourself, Finn."

The oven starts to beep, signaling that the lasagna is done. You made meatballs to go with the lasagna and you cut up some Italian bread you bought at the store the other day. You serve the lasagna and the meatballs with the bread. You say, "Dinner is ready."

Finn sits at the table and helps himself to some lasagna. You smile and start to eat dinner.

After a few minutes, Finn says, "Ya look beautiful, Y/N. Seriously. Just seeing ya in that dress makes me feel better."

You giggle and say, "I'm glad you like it. I was going to wear it to the party tonight."

"Well I'm glad ya decided to wear it tonight," your boyfriend says. "It would have been a shame if I didn't get to see it on ya."

You smile and say, "Well now you get to see it on me."

Finn smiles and the two of you continue to eat the dinner.

After dinner, you wash the dishes. You hum quietly to yourself as you do. Finn stands behind you against the island counter in the kitchen.

As you finish up the last dish, Finn comes up behind you, putting his free hand on your waist. He squeezes gently, making you squeal a bit under his touch. "Finn!" you giggle. "Please. I'm doing the dishes."

Finn smiles behind you and says, "I can't help myself. Ya just look so good, mo gra."

You finish up and turn the water off. You turn in Finn’s arms and say, “I have a surprise for you, Finn.”

His eyes almost light up and he asks, “Christmas present?”

Giggling, you say, “I have to go get it. Wait for me in the living room.”

Finn nods and walks into the living room. You walk upstairs into your bedroom. You look through your closet for Finn’s surprise.

In a box is the surprise.

It’s a lingerie set. A sheer red top with a very low cut neck, revealing most of your cleavage. There are thin white straps on your shoulder and the neck is lined with a fluffy white fabric. The bottom of the sheer top is lined with white lace. There is a pair of almost sheer lace panties that go with the top. A thin black belt wraps around your body right under your breasts. You take the Santa hat that goes with it and put it on your head after you take your hair down out of the ponytail.

You smile and take the brace on your wrist off, throwing it by your bedside table.

Sighing, you walk downstairs. “Close your eyes Finn!” you call.

You hear him laugh and say, “They’re closed.”

After he says that, you walk into the living room. You see his eyes are closed so you stand in front of him.

Smiling, you say, “Okay. Open your eyes.”

Finn’s eyes open and his blue eyes are immediately on your body. He smiles and asks, “Is this my surprise?”

“It is,” you say, twirling around. “Do you like it?”

He gets up and he says, “I love it. Ya look beautiful. Ya can pull anything off.”

You giggle and look up at Finn. “I’m glad you like it,” you say.

Finn’s eyes are on your body and he says, “Ya always know exactly what I want for Christmas.”

“That’s because I know you very well, Finn,” you say, untucking his shirt. “And I know exactly where your mind is right now.”

He gives a little laugh and he says, “Then I assume ya know where I would rather be than right here.”

You take his hand and say, “Only if you promise to be careful and not overwork yourself.”

Finn nods and says, “I promise. Let’s go.” He walks off and you follow behind him. The two of you run upstairs and into your shared bedroom.

His lips are on yours as soon as you step over the threshold into the room. You pull off the hat and throw it to the floor.

Your fingers work at unbuttoning his shirt. He takes off the sling and you get his shirt unbuttoned.

Finn throws the sling to the floor and you pull off his shirt. You run your fingers over his abs and his fingers hook onto your straps. He pulls them off your shoulders and you pull your arms out of the sleeves.

He pulls the top down and it falls to your feet, leaving your upper body exposing to Finn. Finn’s lips attach to your neck and you sigh. “I love you,” you say.

Finn pulls back and makes eye contact with you. Your fingers have started unbuttoning his dress pants as he says, “And I love ya, mo gra.”

You kiss Finn, slowly and more passionately than the kiss you shared with him earlier. You get his pants unbuttoned as Finn slips his fingers into your panties, his fingers run through your folds. You gasp against his lips and sigh.

Gently, you push Finn onto the bed so he’s sitting on the mattress. You lean down and pull off Finn’s boxers. His semi erect member pops up against his stomach and you bite your lip as you get on your knees in front of him. You take his member in your hand and start to pump him.

Grunts and groans leave Finn’s lips as he gets harder in your hand. You soon replace your hand with your mouth. You bob your head up and down. Finn’s fingers are in your hair, grasping a bit as you move your head. You suck gently as you move, earning some groans from Finn. “That’s it, baby,” he moans. “Just like that.”

Finn’s praises motivate you and you moves faster and suck harder.

Right as Finn begins to twitch, signaling that he’s about to release, you pull back from Finn. He lets out an unintentional whine and you smirk. “Don’t worry, Finn,” you say, standing up. “I’ll take good care of you.”

You pull off your panties and Finn moves back on the bed. You crawl up to him and kiss him as you straddle his member. You slowly grind against Finn and sigh softly against the soft kiss.

Finn grips your hips and mumbles into the kiss, “If I’m not inside of ya in a few seconds, I will actually lose it.”

You giggle and push Finn onto his back. You leave kisses on his chest and you sit up. You position him at your entrance before lowering yourself onto Finn’s erect member. You sigh as he fills you up.

Once completely inside you, you begin to move your hips so he moves in and out of you.

The room slowly fills with the sounds moans coming from you and Finn. More from you than him. You throw your head back and close your eyes.

Finn’s hands are on your thighs as yours rest on his chest so you can keep your balance.

“God,” you moan loudly. Your breathing becomes labored and quick the faster you move. “Fuck, Finn.”

Finn helps you move your hips. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Ya move so well. Ya fuck me so good.”

His praises make you smile as you move faster. “You’re still my champion, Finn,” you gasp. “Always.”

A smile forms on Finn’s lips as you both climb higher and higher toward your orgasms.

Your walls begin to clench around him as you reach your high. “Finn!” you cry out. “I’m about to come.”

As soon as you say that, Finn moves so he’s on top of you. He’s holding himself up by one arm, his good arm, as he begins to thrust roughly into you. You moan and scream Finn’s name as he slams into your g-spot every time he moves.

It doesn’t take long for both of you to reach your climax. You come around Finn as he releases his seed into you. He falls over onto his good shoulder, pulling out of you. You smile and roll over, kissing Finn softly as you both catch your breath.

After messily making out for a few moments, you pull back and meet Finn’s eyes. You smile and ask, “Did you enjoy your present?”

Finn smiles and nods. “Always.”

“You can have your present anytime you until midnight tomorrow night,” you explain. “That’s the second part of your present. Whenever, wherever. It’s all up to you.”

Your boyfriend smiles and says, “I like that present. It’s my favorite present.”

You giggle and kiss his lips. “I hope you’re feeling better now,” you say. “About the whole relinquishing your title.”

Finn meets your eyes and says, “With ya by my side, I know I’ll get through this. I was upset about losing my title because of my injury but I realized that I never needed a title to be happy. I just need ya.”

You smile as Finn speaks. You lean in and kiss him, sparking the second round of sex that you’ll have over the next twenty four hours.

[dykesforcyclops]

allijay + 5?

5. where it doesn't hurt

the television plays reruns of some mindless game show that jaylen seems uncannily engaged in. she has refused to lie back, insists on sitting cross-legged on the couch with the popcorn bowl in her lap, her back straight, her shoulder relaxed as allie gently holds the wrapped ice pack against it.

they picked this couch together, he recalls. the chill is beginning to cut through the kitchen towel, numb his fingers, and he carefully rearranges the towel's folds to give himself a less frigid grip. jaylen had thrown herself onto the iklea display, declared this one, and he could never say no when she got that grin - patted the soft orange cushions to call him to her, arms outstretched. he'd let her pull him down, kiss him messily on the display sofa in front of half a dozen customers. she'd let him pull her back up to her feet before an employee caught them.

he draped a blanket over it when she broke things off again and moved back in with mike. dark brown and loosely lace-knit from thick, soft yarn, to let just a bit of the color cut through, but not too much. the orange had been grating on him.

his fingers are frozen again.

"cold," jaylen mumbles. she shifts uncomfortably. she's stripped down to nothing but her sports bra and tight boxer shorts, said she was overheating an hour ago. "cold. cold. allie -"

"oh, is this cold?" there's a hint of a grin spreading across his face. he pulls the towel away, presses the bare ice pack to her collar.

"fuck!" she tenses up comically, springs inward, her face scrunched like she's bit into a lemon, but she's laughing. "hey!"

"sorry, is that cold?" he moves the ice pack to his other hand and shoves his frozen hand into her face, his fingers pressing divots into her cheek, her nose. she shrieks, and pushes him away as best she can with her good arm.

"fuck you!" she gets out through laughter. he's chuckling too. he takes the ice pack back, and gently rubs the flushed red skin at her collar with his hand - not the cold one - to bring some warmth back. "you're the worst," jaylen tells him. "i'm injured."

"whose fault is that?" he says, because he knows if he told her once he must've told her a thousand times not to work herself to hard, not to push herself until she found a limit and then push harder past it - told her a hundred times that a breaking point is a stopping point, and not a fucking challenge.

"fuck off," she answers. even that line of teasing is a little too close to a lecture for her tastes.

he presses a warm kiss to her collar, an apology, and reaches for the knit blanket - pulls it up from the back of the couch and wraps it around her. "there," he murmurs, all playful cruelty gone, all tenderness now. "better?"

"little bit."

"you have to keep the ice on it," he reminds her. "your doctor said."

"i know," she says, and he can tell how badly she wants to complain. he picks the ice pack up from where he'd discarded it on the cushions, goes to work carefully rewrapping it in the kitchen towel.

"you know what it's called?" she asks.

"labral tear," he recites without thinking, though as her tone sinks in he can tell she's setting up a joke.

"a slap tear."

"'cause it'll happen if you slap too many people?" he guesses.

"no, i'm serious." her grin spreads through her voice. "superior labrum anterior to posterior. that's actually what it's called. slap," she finishes, and pops the p, and punctuates the word by smacking the afflicted shoulder.

she regrets the bit immediately, and groans in pain, and falls backwards into the couch cushions. allie is stunned for a moment, and then bursts out laughing - can't help himself - shocked sputtering laughter, and he gets out through it, "why the fuck would you do that?"

"i don't know," she groans, eyes squeezed shut tight. "oww," and it's so pathetic, and so predictable, moronically self inflicted, and even as the obligatory concern for her settles in his chest he can't help the laughter, the adoration on his face.

he pulls the blanket shut around her, and gently places the bundled ice pack against her injured shoulder again, and with his other hand he cups her cheek, leans over her, kisses her as she lies there. "you are so fucking stupid," he mumbles, still half laughing, against her lips.

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Finn’s Nurse

This is a request for @nickysmum1909  Hope you like it :) 

Finn has been out for months now, and had the goal of being in the Royal Rumble. At the doctor's appointment to get clearance for the Pay Per View, Finn's hopes are dashed, as he can't be cleared just yet. More depressed then he's been in weeks, he lets his girl know the bad news in a text, before making his way home to drink away the night. (Y/N) has other plans for her man, and shows up in a sexy barely there nurses outfit, and makes Finn feel better.  Basically smut 

The top of the mountain always has the best view. The road to the top has all kinds of obstacles, but Finn never imagined one would include a 180 degree labrum tear, a torn bicep and pectoral tendon, cartilage damage, and a fracture to the glenoid neck socket. After licking his wounds for a week, his amazing girl (Y/N) took him by the hand, and helped him see that his career wasn't over.  

"Baby, you have made it so far, and this will only be a bump in the road," she kissed him softly. "You'll see."  

Now months later, she was right. His shoulder was better than ever, and he was ready to be cleared to compete in the Royal Rumble. All he needed was the doctor to clear him for work.  

"I’m ready for the good news doc," said Finn, unable to sit still.  

"Well Mr. Balor," he said, sitting carefully on the stool. "I wish there was better news I could give you."  

"What are you saying?" He asked, his heart sinking into his feet.  

"I can't clear you for competition. Your shoulder is not strong enough yet," the doctor said. "Keep working hard, and you will be cleared soon."  

Finn didn't hear what else the doctor said, all he could hear was the roaring in his ears and his heart beating frantically out of his chest. This can't be right. He has to be cleared. His shoulder was as strong as ever, and he's been working in the ring. He had be cleared.  

"I'm sorry again, Mr. Balor," said the doctor, standing. "Keep working, and I'll see you again in a couple of weeks."  

Finn could not say how he got home, but he knew he sent a text to (Y/N) saying he wasn't cleared to compete. He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he sent a heart before buying a six pack deciding to get drunk tonight and nurse his wounds again.  

"Hey babe, I’m home," he called out, setting his keys down. "Got some beer, ready to get smashed."

"Well not before your appointment," (Y/N) stepped out in a sexy string bikini with red crosses over her nipples, and a nurses hat on.  

"My god," he murmured, his cock instantly becoming hard.  

"Are you ready for your sponge bath, Mr. Balor?" (Y/N) sauntered over to him, her thigh high red boots making his cock twitch with every step.  

"Mr. Balor?" She asked, stepping close to him, pressing her taunt breasts against him, taking his hand in hers. "Do you need mouth to mouth?" She asked, pressing her lips to his, rubbing her hips against his hard cock.  

That movement snapped Finn back to reality, and how amazing his girl was. "Yes nurse, I am ready for my sponge bath," he said, kissing her hard on the lips, grabbing her bare ass. Fuck he loved his girl.  

"Well follow me," she said, still holding his hand, leading him to their bedroom. "Now lay down, and let the nurse take care of you." She said, bending over giving him the perfect view of her breasts.  

"Yes ma'am," he said, taking a nipple into his mouth, easily pushing over the little slip of fabric. The moan she let out, went straight to his cock. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he easily pulled her onto his lap, never once taking his mouth off her nipple.  

"Oh baby," she moaned, feeling him bit and suck on her nipples. His hard cock was pressed against her pussy, making her drip over his jeans. Not stopping herself, she moved her hips against his cloth covered cock, creating the most glorious friction.  

"Oh fuck, baby," moaned Finn, throwing his head back. "Don't stop moving."  

She giggled, and ran her hands up his chest, lifting his shirt, taking it off. "We can't have a sponge bath with clothes on."  

Finn smirked, standing up to remove his pants, giving (Y/N) an amazing strip show, those abs flexing and moving sent electric shocks through her pussy.  

"Does my nurse like what she see?" Finn asked.  

She nodded, licking her lips, never taking her eyes off his hard cock.  

"Why doesn't my nurse take a taste?" He said, seeing what she was looking at.  

Nodding, they moved again, so she was kneeling between his legs. His hard thick cock had a drop of precum, showing her how turned on he was. Licking her lips, she took the tip in her mouth, sucking hard to taste the precum.  

"Fuck," moaned, Finn, gripping her hair.  

Looking up at him, (Y/N) gave the most innocent look she could with the tip of his cock still in her mouth.  

"You never looked so sexy," he said, stroking her cheeks.  

The praise went straight to her pussy, making her drip down her legs. Determined to make her man feel even better, she bobbed her head, used her teeth, and hand to give her man the most pleasure she ever gave him.  

"Oh fuck baby," he moaned, thrusting into her mouth, arching his back trying to get more of him into her mouth.  

Flattening her tongue, (Y/N) let Finn's entire length slide down her throat, ringing out a loud moan from the man above. She felt him grip her hair, and began to fuck her mouth. "That's it, take it all," he groaned, with each thrust sending more of her juices sliding out of her pussy.  

"I’m gonna..." Finn said before shoving her on his cock once more, before cumming down her throat.

Moaning (Y/N) drank all of his cum down, before sitting back licking her lips.  

"Don’t think I'm not done with you," Finn said, grabbing her, and kissing her hard. "Just give me five minutes and I’m gonna fuck you so hard, my nurse won't be able to walk right for a week."  

"I'm holding you to that," she said, kissing him before he laid her down on the bed, ripping off her thin barely there panties, and spreading her legs.  

"Now I'm gonna taste you," he said, licking one long stripe of her pussy. "Oh my girl is so wet and dripping for me." He sucking hard on her core, causing her to arch her back as pleasure spread through her entire body.  

Sucking her clit, Finn slide a finger deep inside her, curling his fingers into her g spot. Finn knew just how to take her to the edge, pull her back, and do it again and again. Rubbing her clit with his thumb, Finn used his long tongue to fuck her pussy. The pleasure was too much to handle, sparks lit behind her eyes.  

"I’m so close," she screamed in pleasure, as he bit on her clit, sending her over the edge. Her body was shaking in pleasure when she felt her lover's cock slam into her pussy, sending over the edge for the second time. So much pleasure, her body became one with Finn, as he thrusted harder and harder inside her.  

Lifting her up, so they were chest t0 chest (Y/N) felt the angle change so his cock hit her g spot every time. "Harder, faster," she moaned in his ear, her nails digging into his back.  

His thrusts became more sporadic, telling (Y/N) he was close. "Cum with me," she moaned into his ear. A few more thrusts and Finn came deep inside (Y/N), sending her over the edge, and for the third time she saw stars as electricity shot through her body.  

Breathing hard, (Y/N) fell on Finn's chest as he collapsed on their bed. "Oh fuck baby girl, you are amazing."  

"Oh no baby you are amazing," said Finn, stroking her back. "I was done. I was ready to get smashed and drink away my problems, and you go and do this. I love you so much." Finn captured her lips with his.  

(Y/N) kissed him back. "I love you too, and I am sorry you aren't cleared, but if it makes you feel any better, we can have our own royal rumble that night, and I guarantee you will win it," she smirked, kissing him again.  

"Oh, I like the sound of that," he said, against her lips.  

[jutebugle4-blog]

20 questions that will define the NL Central

Previews so far • American League West

It was only five years ago that the Cardinals won the National League Central with just 90 wins. Heck, it was only 12 years ago that the Cubs won it with 85, and 13 years ago that the Cards won it with 83. Point is: There have been times in recent baseball history that the NL Central was not exactly the toughest gauntlet in the sport.

But in 2019, it looks like the scariest division in baseball. You have a team that just won the World Series three years ago and whose young talent is peaking right now. You have a team that traded for an ace starter last July and is coming off its first winning season since 2015. You have a last-place team that appears to be all-in for 2019, trading for multiple All-Stars to add to a lineup that was already strong. And you have a proud 11-time World Series champion who has missed the playoffs in three consecutive seasons and responded by trading for perhaps the greatest first baseman in the sport.

And none of that even includes the team that actually won the division last season.

Thus, our weekly series previewing each of baseball's six divisions continues this week with the NL Central. Like last week, our previews will be extended games of 20 Questions, in which we look at four pressing questions for each team heading into the 2019 season, and at the end, we will make some actual predictions on the final standings, predictions that are unassailable and so obviously iron-clad correct that we're a little worried you won't even bother to watch the actual games once you read them.

Chicago Cubs

1. So is this really it? The Cubs were one of the more disappointing teams in baseball last year, at least down the stretch, when the supposed dynasty split apart at the seams, relinquishing the NL Central to the Brewers in a tiebreaker game and then losing a heartbreaker of an NL Wild Card Game to the Rockies. The Cubs, after their historic breakthrough of 2016, have taken a step back each season, and now their competition in the NL Central is tougher than ever. So how did they respond? They added Daniel Descalso and Brad Brach and ... that's it. They claim to be holding the budget tight because of all the raises due to their young players over the next few years, but while the rest of the division is ramping up, the Cubs are sitting idle.

2. Is Maddon being set up to be a scapegoat? Joe Maddon's place in Cubs history, in baseball history, is secure: He was the manager when the Cubs -- the Cubs! -- won the World Series, after all. But all has not been well between this front office and Maddon in a while, made even more apparent by the dismissal of hitting coach Chili Davis and a refusal to extend Maddon's contract beyond this year, his last on the deal. Maddon is one of the three highest-paid managers in the game, but front offices don't like to pay up for managers anymore; the trend is going in the opposite direction. If the Cubs get off to a slow start, look out.

Video: Maddon, Epstein and Hendricks looking forward to 2019

3. How's Yu? The first year of Yu Darvish's six-year, $126 million contract couldn't possibly have been more of a disaster. He was hurt most of the year, he was ineffective when he did pitch and he took criticism for the management of his injuries and how much he traveled with the team. Darvish at least says he's healthy.

Whether Darvish is healthy and available or not could be the difference between the Cubs winning this tough division or finishing third or fourth. Even an average season from Darvish would be a vast improvement on last year. But the Cubs are paying for a lot more than average.

4. Is this a pivot season? The Cubs bottomed out for several years in order to build a perpetual contender, and they were rewarded with four consecutive playoff appearances and, oh yeah, a World Series title. But the clock is starting to tick a lot louder these days. Expensive contracts for Jason Heyward and Darvish, along with trades that have taken away from the farm system, have limited the Cubs' flexibility, and their stars are about to get more expensive in arbitration. If they take another step backward this season, then what? Will it be time to move on from the Maddon Era altogether? This has become a vital question much more quickly than anyone could have anticipated.

Cincinnati Reds

5. So how all-in is all-in? The Reds have done what any fan of their team should want their team to do in an offseason. They haven't been complacent or idle. They've been aggressive, adding Yasiel Puig, Matt Kemp, Tanner Roark, Sonny Gray and Alex Wood, five veterans who provide instant credibility to a team that had a fantastic lineup and a not-so-fantastic pitching staff last year. It might be a risk to go all-in in a division as strong as this one, but it's impossible not to admire the chutzpah. But how far is Cincinnati willing to go with this? If the Reds are, say, three games out of the Wild Card race at the non-waiver Trade Deadline, will they give away anything that really hurts in order to contend? Or is the goal just to be relevant?

Video: Kemp on joining Reds, World Series experience

6. Is Puig your friend? Puig, for some justifiable reasons and some less-justifiable reasons, has been one of the flashpoint players in the sport since he arrived in 2013. He is insistent on still being himself in Cincinnati, but Cincinnati sometimes has a history of having less patience for players of Puig's, shall we say, flair. Great American Ball Park seems perfectly constructed to mesh with Puig's game, and in a contract year, he has every incentive to have a massive season. But will he be a fan favorite, or a headache? Or, like so often happened in Los Angeles, both?

7. Who plays center field? Letting Billy Hamilton go, off to Kansas City, made a certain amount of sense, particularly with the new even more pumped-up lineup. But it left the Reds without a center fielder. There are no good options on the current roster: The position is probably too much for Puig, Kemp, Jesse Winker or Scott Schebler. The answer appears to be, once they call him up, top prospect Nick Senzel, who has the agility to play the position but is, in fact, an infielder. Cincinnati's roster is beefed up this year, but somebody has to play center field. Who is it?

8. Can that rotation hold up? The Reds' rotation has been such a nightmare for so long now that their last two Opening Day starters were Homer Bailey and Scott Feldman. They looked outside the organization this year, and at first glance, they seem to have at least four league-average starters to fill out the rotation (Wood, Gray, Roark and Luis Castillo). But rotations never freeze at your first glance. Some of these guys are going to get hurt and/or be ineffective, and if that happens, Cincinnati is back to the set of uninspiring/disappointing prospects that got it in the rotation mess in the first place.

Milwaukee Brewers

9. Was last year entirely real? The Brewers were downright terrifying down the stretch last season, a tear that brought them within one game of the World Series. They have doubled down on that team, essentially bringing back the same roster, with a couple of key additions, to go after it again. But as great as Christian Yelich was last year, he was a monster in September, enough to win him a well-deserved NL MVP Award. Can he keep that up for a full season? Are we sure Jesus Aguilar can do that again? Can Ryan Braun hold up? And can they rely on that terrific bullpen for six months?

10. Seriously, can that bullpen hold up? It was a wonder anyone scored on Milwaukee past the sixth inning last September and October. Josh Hader is basically the epitome of how bullpen usage has changed, Corey Knebel is a reliable closer and Jeremy Jeffress, Matt Albers, Jacob Barnes and whoever else was hanging around out there shut down anyone even walking near a batter's box. But there is no area of a baseball team that's more variable than the bullpen. The bullpen was brilliant last year. Now it has to go do it again.

Video: Chacin, Nelson, Anderson part of Brewers' depth

11. Do they still need that top-tier starter? This was the No. 1 criticism of the Brewers for most of last year: Why don't they have an ace? They never did end up going out to get one, and all they did was miss the World Series by one game. Jhoulys Chacin did an excellent impression of an ace last year, but expecting him to do the same in 2019 is maybe asking too much. Manager Craig Counsell is going to have to remain flexible and innovative to make this work. And even that might not be enough.

12. Can Grandal be the difference? Like last season, when they signed Lorenzo Cain and traded for Yelich in the span of a couple of days, the Brewers were smart and surgical in their offseason moves, bringing in Yasmani Grandal, one of the best catchers in the game, for a relatively reasonable one-year, $18.25 million deal. As we've established, Milwaukee might need to be a little bit better everywhere else to offset a potential step backward from its bullpen, and Grandal could be pivotal to that happening. The Brewers might have to bash themselves to wins this year; a big year from Grandal could be their best route.

Pittsburgh Pirates

13. Is Polanco OK? It was Gregory Polanco (128 OPS+) who put up the highest OPS+ on the club last year, and, at 27, he should be ready to break through for his big star season. Unfortunately, he had shoulder surgery in the offseason to repair a torn left labrum. When he comes back could be the question of the Pirates' season. If he's not back until late May, as was initially feared, this could get bad, fast. But if he's back by mid-April, like he's hoping, that changes things.

14. Is the rotation what they think it is? The argument against the Pirates' Deadline trade for Chris Archer last year was that they weren't nearly as close to contention as they were pretending, and that going all-in for a starter in his 30s was asking for trouble. Archer ended up hurt much of last year, but he says he's healthy now. If he is healthy and he can be the Archer the Bucs hoped they were getting, the Pirates have the best top four of a rotation in the division with Archer, Jameson Taillon, Joe Musgrove and Trevor Williams, who was for a while the best pitcher in baseball last year.

Video: Archer, Polanco looking to put injuries behind them

15. Were their last moves enough? Theoretically, a team like the Pirates should be eager to get in on the market: They were an above-.500 team last year with some young talent maturing and coming off a trade-the-future-for-now Deadline deal. But they waited an awfully long time to make any additions, and the ones they did were just sort of sprucing up around the margins, a Lonnie Chisenhall here, a Melky Cabrera there.

16. Is that really who they're playing at shortstop? Jordy Mercer had been here so long that it's going to take us until at least June to get used to him playing in Detroit now. His replacement appears to be -- squints -- Erik Gonzalez, Francisco Lindor's backup in Cleveland last year. Fans will be eagerly monitoring the performance of prospect Kevin Newman at Triple-A -- the Bucs' first-round Draft pick in 2015 -- as he could be the starter sooner rather than later.

St. Louis Cardinals

17. Is Ozuna healthy? Marcell Ozuna just wasn't himself last season, thanks to a right shoulder injury that plagued him all year, a shoulder he finally had surgery on when the season was over. Suffice it to say, the Cardinals need Ozuna, a free agent to be, to return to 2017 Marlins Ozuna rather than 2018 Cardinals Ozuna. He's going to be batting behind Matt Carpenter and Paul Goldschmidt, so there will be a surplus of opportunities for him, and he showed signs of life in the second half.

18. How do they fit everyone into a rotation? The Cardinals arguably have 10 possible starting pitchers: Carlos Martinez, Michael Wacha, Miles Mikolas, Jack Flaherty, Adam Wainwright, Dakota Hudson, John Gant, Daniel Ponce de Leon, Austin Gomber and Alex Reyes. (And that's after they traded Luke Weaver.) Martinez, Wacha, Mikolas and Flaherty seem like locks, and Wainwright will be given every opportunity in the spring to win the job, but if he doesn't, the Cards almost have too many options. The wild card, as always, is Reyes, the otherworldly talent who only threw four innings last year. Whatever pitchers don't stick in the rotation immediately turn into valuable bullpen pieces ... or even trade ones.

Video: Cardinals competing for rotation, Opening Day start

19. Can Dexter be Dexter again? Dexter Fowler had a nightmarish 2018 across the board, and at many moments you wondered if he had anything left at all. But the Cardinals, partly because of his contract and partly because of an improved relationship with manager Mike Shildt (as opposed to former skipper Mike Matheny), passed on opportunities to upgrade right field to give Fowler another chance. The Cards have other options than Fowler, from Tyler O'Neill to the still-here Jose Martinez, but everything they are trying to do works better if Fowler can be the player the Cardinals thought they were getting.

20. Can they end the streak? You'll forgive Mariners fans for withholding their sympathies, but if the Cardinals miss the playoffs this year, it'll be the first time since 1995 that they've been outside the postseason for four consecutive seasons. They've brought in Goldschmidt and Andrew Miller to supplement a talented, deep roster, and they're trying to appease a fan base that has grown restless as the Cubs and now the Brewers appear to have passed them. The Cardinals say their whole focus is on getting back to October this year. If it doesn't happen, there could be even more radical changes in St. Louis than we saw last year.

Video: Langosch joins Hot Stove to talk about the Cardinals

Predicted standings

1. St. Louis Cardinals: 96-66 2. Chicago Cubs: 94-68 3. Milwaukee Brewers: 83-79 4. Cincinnati Reds: 78-84 5. Pittsburgh Pirates: 72-90

Will Leitch is a columnist for MLB.com.

Source: https://www.mlb.com/news/20-questions-that-will-define-the-nl-central/c-303936160

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5 reasons Falcons pass rusher Takk McKinley will be your new favorite NFL player

He dances, oversleeps, has a dog named Codeine ... AND he’s a pretty good pass rusher.

Takk McKinley is best known for carrying a large framed photo of his grandmother, Myrtle Collins, on stage with him after being selected No. 26 overall by the Atlanta Falcons in the NFL draft. His passionate speech about his grandma, who raised him, included an F-bomb. He created a sensation when he said the NFL could “Fine me later, man,” about his swearing.

McKinley could be the player the Falcons need to take the pass rush to the next level in 2017. But we’re more excited to welcome McKinley into the NFL because of his big personality.

Here are five things you need to know about McKinley that may make the rookie one of your favorite players on and off the field.

1. He’s a hell of a dancer.

When McKinley is excited, the world is going to know it. He took to Instagram to share his joy over seeing that NFL money hit his bank account.

To see my family struggle everyday growing up and now I can help change that..YES I'M HAPPY ! Don't worry I'll be this happy getting sacks http://pic.twitter.com/LckhYSEkQ8

— Takkarist McKinley (@Takk) June 1, 2017

But there’s a good reason for McKinley to be that excited.

2. McKinley overslept on a recruiting visit to Cal.

He did it because it was the first time he had slept in a bed for months. To say that McKinley’s upbringing was rough is an understatement. His mother abandoned him when he was five years old, and his father was never in the picture.

His grandmother kept a roof over their heads and paid the bills by collecting bottles and cans to recycle. But home was crowded with family members, and McKinley slept on couches and floors for much of his childhood.

He also sacrificed plenty of time on the field and with friends as a child to help take care of his grandmother.

“He kind of gave it up to help me take care of her,” said Peggy Wiggins, McKinley’s aunt, via the Los Angeles Times. “I promised him that God was going to bless him for sticking in there with me to help take care of her.”

McKinley committed to Cal, but he didn’t qualify academically. He started talking about giving up football, and he was afraid he wouldn’t fulfill the promise he made to his grandmother.

“I was talking about quitting football and I started applying to McDonald’s and Taco Bell,” McKinley said. “I was kind of just over it because I was like, man, I failed her.”

A UCLA assistant coach was the one who realized there was an error on McKinley’s transcript that would have changed his eligibility, and the coach went to great lengths to get it corrected.

So when you see him celebrating his NFL contract, that enthusiasm is a little sweeter knowing where McKinley came from.

3. He has a giant gorilla tattoo on his shoulder.

A year ago a legend was taken away from us.. #RIPHarambe #riseup (I did not get this tattoo because of harambe) http://pic.twitter.com/uHhclHVuZF

— Takkarist McKinley (@Takk) May 29, 2017

4. He’s passionate about all of his interests.

McKinley goes all in on every single thing he loves. He’s not lukewarm about anything.

He loves his hometown Warriors, and he celebrated Golden State’s NBA Finals win in true McKinley style.

We are the champions!!! The bay lit asf http://pic.twitter.com/hxNfCyPpkG

— Takkarist McKinley (@Takk) June 13, 2017

He supports every sport at his alma mater wholeheartedly, including the women’s softball team. This time, he had a little help from his very good dog, Codeine.

Thanks @Takk#GoBruins http://pic.twitter.com/i1A2nmfFqF

— UCLA Softball (@UCLASoftball) June 3, 2017

We didn’t see this one coming. McKinley is a big fan of Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On” from the Titanic soundtrack.

If you ever need help shedding a tear.. Just listen to this song http://pic.twitter.com/SVi31FT6s6

— Takkarist McKinley (@Takk) May 15, 2017

And McKinley has his eye on some older ladies. He’s not ashamed to let everyone know.

Them older flight attendants bruh yahh sleeping on them fr fr

— Takkarist McKinley (@Takk) April 6, 2017

But he’s especially passionate about one food item.

5. He freaking loves ramen noodles.

Like he really, really loves them.

Oh man...I'm totally in on drafting @Takk McKinley. Going all out for the Ramen endorsement. http://pic.twitter.com/JCzjEIPv5a

— Bobby Belt (@BobbyBeltTX) February 23, 2017

Back on my ramen noodle diet

— Takkarist McKinley (@Takk) June 13, 2016

What flavor does McKinley prefer? It’s not an easy decision.

chicken, shrimp and beef couldn't choose one lol

— Takkarist McKinley (@Takk) June 14, 2016

And then he had seconds.

round 2 http://pic.twitter.com/VbPtfjjBbj

— Takkarist McKinley (@Takk) June 14, 2016

He even got a congratulatory tweet from Maruchan after he was drafted.

Congrats on building on the promises you made to your Grandma! Now grab a bowl of @Maruchan_Inc ramen and get to the quarterback!

— Maruchan (@Maruchan_Inc) April 28, 2017

Maybe Maruchan really should come through with a ramen endorsement for McKinley.

McKinley is just as passionate about football as the rest of his interests. McKinley had 18 tackles for loss, 10 sacks, and six pass breakups in his final season at UCLA, and he did that while playing through a torn labrum.

That labrum required surgery, and McKinley wasn’t able to participate in rookie minicamp because of it. He’s eager to get on the field with his teammates.

“I like to compete. I like football, and I don’t like to be on the sideline just watching,” McKinley said. “I like to be out there with my brothers, helping make plays and stuff like that. So I understand it’s a process. I’ve got to get the shoulder right, and once it’s right, I’m going to help the Atlanta Falcons — do what I can to get wins.”

But when he does get on the field, he should elevate the Falcons’ pass rush. McKinley has the relentless attitude on the field that Dan Quinn covets on defense. His play should be as entertaining as his personality.