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sillygooseassociation · 2 years

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The Year of Us

Request: Holiday fic request: new years w/Jason first new years together fluffy or spicy whichever you prefer ♥️

Description: When Jason invites you to a New Year’s Eve party, someone’s jealousy runs wild but honestly? Might be the best for everyone.

Warning(s): angst, jealousy, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, i just forgot to include them talking about contraception lol, reader is on birth control)

Pairing: JRU, Jason Sudeikis x reader

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: and here it is! angst, smut, and fluff to ring in the new year. the origin story of our beloved JRU couple! while these are not published in chronological order, this shows how Jason and Y/N finally made it official! i think the order of reading the JRU and everything may be a little confusing, so maybe i’ll make a little reading guide? if you’ve read all of JRU, i hope you pick up on all the little callbacks, such as finding out where their little phrase comes from! anywho, happy happy new year, friends! 2022 has had some really sucky things for me, but it’s also had some absolutely amazing things like discovering ted lasso and the light it has brought into my world (plus jason, thank you god). ted and jason have then brought me all of you, my beautiful friends! i am so thankful for all of you and can’t wait for us to grow even more together in 2023!

To say Jason’s invitation surprised you would be a massive understatement. Sure, the two of you had hung out multiple times since his appearance on SNL at the end of October. But no one had truly made any moves and it was absolutely infuriating. Maybe you understood his hesitation at the beginning, he was in his late 40s and you were a young PA for SNL, he likely didn’t want to abuse any power someone could perceive him as having over you. However, after his flirting with you during your first real conversation, you didn’t think he would instantly dial back,

But alas, that’s exactly what he did. He spent probably an hour with you at the after-party, apologizing over a drink as promised, and he most certainly let his eyes gloss over your figure more than once, but that was it. You two had hung out almost once a week since then, yet no moves had been made. Could you make a move? Technically, yes. Realistically, hell no. What if you ruin this amazing friendship the two of you had formed just because you had the hots for him? What if he complained to his friends? And by friends, you mean what if he told people like Bill Hader? You’re pretty sure that means your life would be over. So pushed aside feelings and friendly touches on the arm were all there was.

That’s not to say you didn’t do certain things to perhaps prompt Jason to act on his flirty comments. Every weekly hangout, your pants got a little tighter and your neckline a little lower. And not that anyone could prove it, but any onlooker would think you were the most clumsy person ever considering the couple of times you spilled your drink on yourself, specifically spilling on your chest, drawing a certain someone’s attention to the area. Much to your dismay though, it seemed as if your efforts were failing, Jason flirting with you in almost each of your interactions but never following through to show you that he was serious.

So when he texted you to ask if you had any plans for that evening, New Year’s Eve, you were surprised. If he was asking, he must not have the kids, but wouldn’t he want to be spending the holiday with his friends? Ignoring your confusion, you tell him about the wine and leftover pizza awaiting you in your kitchen. After expressing his disgust at the pairing (though you know it's bullshit, the two of you had shared that exact meal at his place before), he tells you to be ready by 9 and then responds to none of your follow-up questions. “Geez, thanks, Jas…” You roll your eyes at the man, how were you supposed to even know what to wear if you didn’t know what you were doing? Surely he wouldn’t want to go out, New York is packed on any given day, nonetheless New Year’s Eve. Plus, you know how anxious he feels about paparazzi seeing you two and reading into things. Not that he had told you such, but it was easy to put two and two together when you only ever hung out at one of your places or a hole-in-the-wall bar with a back entrance.

By the time nine o’clock rolled around, you were anxiously pacing in front of your door, ready for Jason’s text that he was outside. You were dressed up more than normal, in a sparkling outfit that fits you just perfectly and definitely showed skin in all the right places. Were you too dressed up? You put on white Jordans to try and dress the outfit down, knowing heels likely be too much and would leave you regretting it the next day. But what if you still went overboard? Your anxious thoughts were cut off by the buzzing of your phone,

Balls Man: Here :)

If it were any other man or you lived in any other city, it would be a red flag that Jason didn’t come up to your apartment to get you, or at least meet you in the lobby. But with the busy and full streets of the Big Apple, plus the risk of fans, you understood Jason’s hesitation when he explained his texted arrival the first time he picked you up. Rushing out of your apartment and down the stairs, hopefully burning off some of your excited energy, a bright smile crosses your face when you see Jason’s car stalled in front of your building. Opening the passenger, you slide in, not surprised to hear a Mumford & Sons’ song playing, “Hey there, stranger.” You roll your eyes and look at him with a cocked eyebrow, “Really? Could you be anymore midwestern white dad in his 40s?”

Letting out a hearty laugh, Jason nods as he focuses on the road, pulling into the street when the opportunity presented itself, “Alright, I asked for that one.” You chuckle in response, subtly glancing over to check him out, letting out a small shaky breath at the image of his flexed left arm out with his hand holding to the wheel, his right hand relaxing on the gear shift in between your bodies. You quickly have to ask him something or you may do something drastic and regrettable, “So, what exactly are we doing tonight?” Jason casually shrugs, looking over his shoulder as he merges left, heading in the direction of Manhattan from your Brooklyn apartment, “Thought we’d head to a party my friend’s having at his place. Unless you wanted to do something else, of course.” You hold in a laugh at the second part of Jason’s response, the man seemingly getting nervous over the idea of him just deciding your plans for the night. “That sounds great, Jason. Honestly, I’m fine with whatever, I’m just happy to spend the new year with you.”

A blush rises to your cheeks as soon as you realize what you say, quickly turning away from Jason to look out the window at the passing buildings, a small smirk appears on Jason’s face, both at your words and your reaction. A silence falls over the car, save for the music playing, though the silence is comfortable, almost as though you and Jason had reached a spot where you don’t need to worry about filling the empty space, you can just sit, together. After about thirty minutes of anecdotes and stories from the week, your’s mostly about the SNL PA group chat and Jason’s mainly about his children, you arrive at a swanky apartment building. Jason pulls into the parking garage, presenting a guest pass to the attendant, hm, okay, this must be a pretty close friend if Jason has a parking pass rather than having to find street parking.

The two of you get out of the car after he finds a spot and head towards the lobby door, walking close enough that the back of your hands brush against each other, though neither of you attempt to make a move. Clearing your throat, you look around, noticing how nice the cars are in the parking garage, okay, so everyone here is rich, “Um, Jason, how fancy of a party is this? Am I gonna be shunned for how I look?” Jason looks at you like you’re crazy and laughs, stopping when he realizes that you’re seriously asking, “Y/N, what, no, you look…” Jason looks you over, under the guise of examining your outfit though anyone would be able to see that he’s taking in your body, anyone but you apparently, “What? I look what?” Jason clears his throat, looking forward as he holds the lobby door open for you, speaking softly as you pass him through the door, “Perfect, you look perfect.”

The elevator ride is silent, though it is a different kind of silence than the one in the car, the tension could be cut with a knife. Jason is positive that the tension is one of anger from you, that he crossed the line, meanwhile, your thoughts of mounting him then and there surely mean the tension is sexual. Before either of you can say anything, the doors open to reveal an apartment, your eyes widening slightly when you are reminded that some people have enough money that elevators can just open into their homes. You suddenly realize you have no idea whose house you’re even at, but before you can even ask Jason, a familiar face makes his way through the small circles of people talking, “Sudeikis! You made it!”

Jason Sudeikis was a fucking dumbass. Seth Meyers, that’s who lives here. Sure, working at NBC for a year and a half, you had passed him a couple of times in the hallway, but you had never had a conversation and you sure as hell have never been in his house. Jason and Seth meet for a hug before the two pull away, briefly catching up before Seth not-so-subtly points his eyes in your direction. Jason laughs at himself as he turns to you, putting his hand on your lower back, “Oh, duh, sorry. Seth, this is Y/N, Y/N, Seth. She’s fit so perfectly into my life, I forgot that not everyone knows her.” You’re 99% sure that you got whiplash from turning to look at Jason, but his attention has been caught by someone else and he’s telling Seth they’ll talk later, interlacing your fingers to pull you towards his friends.

What the actual fuck is happening. Is this what heaven feels like? Or is this hell? Yeah, you’re holding hands with Jason, but it’s surely just so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd. There’s no meaning behind it, there never will be. Jason introduces you to the group, many of whom you recognize as different writers from NBC, including your idol, Amber Ruffin. Not wanting to make a fool of yourself, but also needing some liquid courage if Jason is going to keep touching you and breaking your heart, you slip your hand out of his, turning to head where you see a bar set up. As soon as your touch leaves him, Jason stops talking and turns to you, “Are you okay?” Turning back to him with a tightlipped smile, you give him a nod, “Yeah, just getting a drink. Enjoy your friends.” Jason nods, though it’s apprehensive, wanting to catch up with his friends, but also not wanting to lose track of you in the crowded living room.

At the bar, you make yourself a drink before hearing your name called, turning around to see Mark, a fellow intern from when you started at NBC. The two of you greet each other with a hug, “Mark! What are you doing here?” He fills you in on his job as a PA for Seth’s show while you tell him about working at SNL, “Wait, so how do you know Seth?” You shake your head as you take a sip of your drink, setting it down on the bar, “Oh, I don’t, just came with a friend.” Mark nods and you two catch up, laughing about your intern days and sharing stories from your current jobs.

About twenty minutes pass before you feel a hand wrap around your hip and a chest meet your back, “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Mark’s eyes widen when he sees who you came with, you didn’t think to mention that it was an NBC legend. “Y/N, you didn’t think to mention that you came with SNL royalty. Or that he’s your boyfr..” Before he can finish, Jason cuts Mark off, “Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Jason, and you are?” Jason lets go of your hip briefly to shake Mark’s, squeezing a bit tighter than necessary, though you are none the wiser, “M-Mark, Y/N and I were interns together when we started at 30 Rock.” Jason nods as he takes his hand back, putting his hand back on your side, a bit lower this time, resting just above your ass. “Oh great, well it was wonderful to meet you, but we really should be going. We were just stopping in.”

You look to Jason in surprise, what was he talking about? He didn’t mention any other plans, you only got here like half an hour ago, why do you have to leave? Mark nods, the two of you wishing each other a happy new year before Jason’s fingers intertwine with yours, heading towards the door. After thanking Seth for having the two of you, Jason and you take the elevator down to the lobby, which oh my god, you’re just now realizing is the lobby of lobby baby. You cross the parking garage, only letting go of each other when you reach the car.

This time the silence of the car ride is thick with discomfort. You are not quiet due to imagining sinful acts with Jason and you’re not enjoying peace with your company, you’re practically grinding your teeth out of annoyance. After an hour and a half in the car, your drive time tripled thanks to holiday traffic, Jason pulls into a spot surprisingly open in front of your building. “Y/N, I…” Jason is cut off by you opening the door, “Goodnight, Jas.” You get out of the car and slam the door, so frustrated that you didn’t even notice that you let your nickname for him slip, a nickname you hadn’t used to his face in fear it would cross the line. As you walk up the outside steps of your building, Jason chases after you, “Whoa, Y/N, wait please.” You whip around to look at him, tears of anger and confusion welling in your eyes, “What, Jason? What can you possibly say that will explain how you’re acting?”

Your raised voice catches the attention of those walking past, something you and Jason both notice. Looking at you with desperate eyes, Jason steps closer to you, though you still have the upper ground thanks to the steps, “Can we go inside and talk? Please?” Jason’s plea is dripping with emotion, how can you say no to him? It’s not like he actually did anything wrong, you just need to get over yourself and your feelings for him. Obliging his request, you enter your building, walk up the steps, and enter your apartment, Jason a few steps behind. He walked next to you, always. The only time he wasn’t with you was when he walked a few paces ahead of you to open a door. The man never left your side, and yet here he was, behind you.

Kicking off your shoes, you walk a few steps out of the entryway so Jason can do the same before turning to him, your arms crossed and an angry expression on your face. Jason looks at you, the guilt in his eyes almost makes you break, but first, you needed to know why he was guilty and what he thinks happened. Jason takes a deep breath, looking down at his socks before looking back to you, “Y/N, I am so sorry. It was not at all okay for me to take you away from your friend. I don’t know what happened, I-I just saw you talking to him and I got so anxious and, and…” Jason cracks his knuckles, obviously regretting what he was about to say, “…and jealous, I was jealous.”

Your jaw drops slightly as your eyes widen, “What the fuck are you talking about?” Jason runs his hand through his hair, the other on his hip as he starts to pace, “I know, okay, I know I have no right to be jealous. And you have every right to be mad at me for acting like a jealous psychopath. I know, we’re just friends and I’m a fucking grandpa compared to you and you would probably be so happy dating someone your age like Matt…” You hold in your snicker at Jason’s error of your friend’s name, also having to hold back from snorting at his stupidity, “I know, okay, I know that I am the worst and just ruined the entire fucking thing, okay? You just, I swear to god, every fucking time I see you, your shirts are lower and lower and it’s all I fucking see and it’s goddamn torture and now I just admitted to being a fucking pervert, oh god.” Jason sits on your couch, burying his head in his hands, freaking out over everything he just revealed meanwhile, you stand a couple of feet away from him, just watching him before you can no longer hold your laughter in.

Jason lifts his head, looking like a mix of a sad puppy and a confused toddler, “Wha…” You round the table in front of the couch, sitting on wood furniture in front of him, your knees touching, “I know they say comedians can be dumb, but damn, you’re a fucking idiot.” Jason’s head tilts slightly as his brows furrow, “Okay, not the yelling I thought would happen, obviously you’re going for emotion warfare instead…” You stare at the man with love in your eyes as you chuckle slightly, here he is thinking he ruined everything and yet he’s still cracking jokes, he absolutely amazed you. “Jas, I’m not mad at you for being jealous, if anything, it’s actually really hot.” Jason’s eyes widen, obviously about to ask what you mean by that but you continue before he can say anything, “I’m mad that - well, not even really mad but - that you were fucking doing all these things and, and I knew you didn’t mean them. And holy fuck, I want you to mean them.”

You look down at your legs, anxiously rubbing your hands up and down on your thighs before Jason places his finger under your chin and lifts your head so you’re looking at him, “Y/N, I meant every single one of those things. When I said you looked perfect I meant it, I mean, fuck, you always look perfect. When I grabbed your hand because of the crowds, I wished I was doing that for the rest of my life. Everything I do, every act, every touch, I mean it. I just never thought it meant something to you.” You’re not even sure what to say, for the first time in your life, you’re speechless. To make up for what you can’t put into words, you kiss him. You wrap your hands around the back of Jason’s neck and pull him into you, your lips meeting in a sweet kiss. Jason’s hands grab onto your hips, holding on so tightly that even through your clothes, you wouldn’t be surprised if you have a finger indentation tomorrow.

Running your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, you pull away just enough to speak softly, “Bedroom.” Jason nods eagerly as he meets you in a kiss again, both of you standing and messily stumbling to your room. Never breaking the kiss, Jason messes with the zipper on the back of your outfit as you stand at the end of your bed, “Fuck, need this off.” You whimper at Jason’s words, the easiest way to agree given your current situation. Finally, Jason pulls the zipper down, groaning when he sees your lacy set as your one piece falls to the floor, “You're telling me I could have seen this two months ago?” You giggle, attaching your mouth to the column of his throat, sucking deeply, as you mess with his belt. As your palm passes over his erection, Jason lets out a groan that you’re pretty sure is the sound angels make when you ascend to heaven.

You begin to sink to your knees but Jason quickly stops you, grabbing onto your hips, “That sounds like a fucking dream, but right now I need to be inside you, is that okay, sweet girl?” A whine slips past your lips, tugging at his sweater before he pushes you onto your bed. Jason strips off all of his clothes, a moan leaving your mouth when you see his size and the precum leaking from his tip, “Holy fuck, Jas.” Jason practically growls at your comment, crawling onto the bed and laying over you, keeping himself high enough that he isn’t touching any part of you, “I need you to call me that for the rest of my life, honey. I’m all your’s.” A gasp leaves your lips as he slides into you, pausing to allow you to adjust.

Your core clenches around him as you feel his cock throbbing inside of you, “Fuck Jas, need you to move.” Happy to oblige, Jason begins to rock in and out of you, bringing his thumb down to rub at your swollen clit, “Ya feel so good around me, honey. ‘s like you were made for me.” Jason pulls all the way out before plowing back into you, a cry erupts from your throat, your noises pushing him closer to the edge. “Hm, what’d you say, sweetheart?” As he asks you, Jason increases both the speed of his thrusts and the speed at which he’s rubbing your bundle of nerves. His lips attach to your collarbone, nipping at your skin and leaving marks, to which you bring your hands to the nape of his neck, pulling at his hair, “Y-yes, Jas. All yours.”

Jason moves his head down slightly, bringing his nipple into your mouth right as he hits your g-spot. You cry out his name as you reach your peak, clawing at his back as you do so, your tight core seemingly holding him in a vice. Pulling off of your nipple, Jason watches you, in a trance, as you cum, “Never seen anyone look so pretty.” Jason continues to work you through your climax, his own groans coming out as his brows furrow, concentrating on reaching the finish line, “Come on Jas, need you to finish in me, bubs, wanna feel all of you.” Your words push him over, Jason filling you up as his movements still, his forehead falling to rest in between your breasts, both of your bodies covered in sweat.

As your worlds seem to still with this change of your relationship, the world outside begins its countdown, the streets filled with cars and drunk New Yorkers yelling out starting at 10. Jason pulls out and lays next to you, the two of you staring into each others’ eyes as he pulls you close, your legs intertwining. As the crowd outside hits five, Jason places his hand on the side of your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, “We doing this? We starting the year with us?” You smile softly, giving a small nod as your faces grow closer, “I’m in if you are, Jas.”

Jason returns your smile, “You and me, baby.” Your lips meet just as the fireworks go off outside, your heart feeling similar to the entire east coast right about now. The two of you pull apart, resting your foreheads together as you repeat the phrase back, “You and me, bubs.”

#happy new year friends!#i love you all!!#jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis fanfiction #jason sudeikis fanfic #jason sudeikis fic #jason sudeikis x reader #smut #angst #fluff #holiday fic #ted lasso #JRU

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defensefilms · 11 months

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The Top Storylines Of The 2023/24 NBA Season

With the NBA regular season set to begin on October 24th, I thought I'd break down which teams and storylines I will be monitoring most closely this season.

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1. Milwaukee Is On Dame Time

Now while, things on the court are looking as good as Bucks fans could possibly ask for, there has already been some scuttlebutt amongst the coaches.

The Bucks gave Adrian Payne the head coaching job mere weeks in to the 2023 offseason but Terry Stotts, who is reportedly very close to Damian Lillard having worked with him in Portland, has since left the Milwaukee coaching staff after a verbal dispute with Adrian Payne.

That change in the coaching department is something that Giannis and Dame's collective talent can overcome, unless holes start to emerge in Adrian Payne's game management, like use of timeouts, adjustments or end of quarter offensive or defensive issues.

Dame looked incredible against my Sixers. 39 points, 4 assists and 8 rebounds, is as good as it get, and when you consider that that was the first time they had all 3 of Giannis, Dame and Khris Middleton, you get the sense they are gonna be a problem in the East.

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2. Lakers VS Nuggets

It appears there may be some residual feelings between the Lakers and the Denver Nuggets after the Nuggets swept the LA team in last year's conference finals.

Anthony Davis in particular appears to have taken exception to the Nuggets slick comments during their championship parade.

Look, this is an interesting storyline and one that'll be easier to follow because the teams will play 4 times in the regular season, but more importantly, it'll force the media to talk about the Nuggets more.

All in all, the Western Conference needs this type of rivalry just for the sheer entertainment value of things.

The media are already piling it all on Anthony Davis after a toungh opening night, but the Lakers are very much a team that are still fine tuning line-ups and personnel.

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3. Boston Celtics

The Celtcis took what could have been a very complicated off season, and turned into lemonade by making notable additions.

Adding Kristapz Porzingiz was a head scratcher given the presence of Al Horford, but the addition of Jrue Holiday is by far thier biggest and best addition after trading Marcus Smart to the Grizzlies.

There were questions when the Celtics opted to pay Jalyen Brown and give him the richest contract in the NBA today, but the way they've followed it up indicates a change in mindset. Former Cleveland Cavaliers power forward Lamar Stevens.

I am not happy at all that they got Jrue Holiday but The Celtics appear ready, and fears behind paying Jaylen Brown causing the team to have less depth, appear to have been assuaged for now.

They've opened the with wins over the Knicks and the Heat, and you gotta feel they have enough to be in the conversation this year.

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4. Toronto Crossroads

The Toronto Raptors had hit a wall since 2019.

They had stockpiled a bunch of good young players, but the pieces had not quite fit together and the 2nd round appeared to be as far as the team could go wit that group.

Course correction has already begun, and once Fred Vanvleet was out the door and on his way to Houston, word started to trickle out as far as how some of the other Raptors felt about his game.

Masai Ujiri addressed this on media week, emphasizing how no egos would be tolerated and many have since connected the dots and realized who he was talking about.

The reality is that, the Raptors have got OG Anunoby, Pascal Siakam and Scottie Barnes as the cornerstones of thier team. Adding veterans like Jakob Poetl last season, and then Dennis Schroder thiss offseason, signals that they are all about the grown of their 3 allstar quality wing players.

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5. CP3 And The New Look Warriors

This is not the first time CP3 has been in a situation where he is paired with another elite guard, but this should hopefully be a better fit for his own skill set.

He was an absolute nightmare hunting the mismatch against Jusuf Nurkic in a loss during season opener against the Phoenix Suns, the question is, whther having him and Steph on the court at all times is sustainable given how the Suns and the Nuggets in particular have 1-on-1 players to give him and Steph problems.

Along with the obligatory problems with size on the interrior, that the Warriors just seem to live with at this point, is whether they are still going to get the same Klay Thompson, he did pitch in with 15 points and 3 assists, but time will tell.

#sports #basketball #nba #nba 2024 #top storylines #damian lillard #nikola jokic #lebron james #anthony davis #jrus holiday #jayson tatum #pascal siakam #chris paul #cp3

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rhanylssitagpa · 6 months

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Holidays: Christmas at the School Clinic

Just because we’re busy treating patients doesn’t mean that we can’t enjoy a party or two. Because we go on duty most of the time, we tend to miss out on a lot of social happenings. Especially during my residency days. I didn’t have a social life then because of the hectic and demanding schedule. But if you really want to, you can always find ways to enjoy life. In JRU, each office usually holds…

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#Christmas #Christmas party #doctor #holidays #life #me #medicine

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diarioelpepazo · 7 months

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Fue toda una gran batalla defensiva. Los Heat aguantaron el altísimo ritmo de Boston J. QUIROGA Para el que sostenga que en la NBA no se defiende, no al menos antes de los Playoffs, que se vea repetido el Heat - Celtics que los de Boston se llevaron en una preciosa batalla defensiva, 106-110. Porque defendiendo es como los Heat aguantaron, a pesar de todas las adversidades, al mejor baloncesto de la NBA actual que es el que practican los Celtics. Miami, poco antes de empezar el choque, anunció la baja de Jimmy Butler por el fallecimiento de un familiar. Además en el transcurso del partido perdieron por lesión a Terry Rozier, que se tuvo que marchar al vestuario directamente tras aterrizar mal en un salto y de Josh Richardson, que también abandonó el partido. A pesar de todo, los Heat compitieron y fueron fieles a su ADN de no rendirse hasta el final. Porque Boston tuvo en varias ocasiones el partido de cara. Con ese ritmo de juego tan alto al que muy pocos equipos pueden responder, los visitantes abrieron hueco de hasta 15 puntos como máxima ventaja, pero sobre todo ganaban por 12, 82-94, a falta de nueve minutos. Los Heat lograron regresar al partido y a falta de 1:49 para el final, se colocaron 104-106 y con bola. Dos libres de Porzingis y otros dos de Tatum situaron un 104-110 ya insuperable para los de Florida. La segunda parte sobre todo fue un recital defensivo de ambos equipos, que alternaron defensas zonales con presiones individuales que en el caso de los Heat les permitió competir al nivel de los 'orgullosos verdes'. En Boston, que ha ganado los tres partidos a los Heat este año, tres jugadores alcanzaron la veintena, con Jayson Tatum rozando el triple-doble, 26 puntos, 10 rebotes y 9 asistencias, Kristaps Porzingis con 25 puntos y 9 rebotes y Jaylen Brown, otros 20 puntos y 9 rebotes. Saliendo del banquillo el mejor de los Celtics fue Payton Pritchard, con 8 puntos, mientras que Jru Holiday aportó 15 tantos. En los Heat, la baja de Butler la suplieron los 24 de Tyler Herro, 17 de ellos en el segundo tiempo, 22 de Bam Adebayo y 15 de Duncan Robinson y Caleb Martin. Boston sigue siendo el mejor equipo de la Liga con 41-12, sacando cuatro partidos a los Cavs en su conferencia, mientras Miami se queda octavo, en puestos de Play-In, con un balance de 28-25. OTROS RESULTADOS domingo 11 febrero NBA Heat - Celtics Estado:Finalizado Heat 106 Celtics 110 Thunder - Kings Estado:Finalizado Thunder 127 Kings 113 Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo/Marca

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freethrowline · 5 years

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#Follow me #NBA #Gif #Gifs #nba #holiday #surprised #new orleans #pelicans #new orleans pelicans #jru

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pakcricwiz · 6 years

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Pelicans G Jrue Holiday on Anthony Davis' decision to leave: 'He’s like 90 percent of the reason that I stayed'

Holiday is averaging career highs in points (21.2), rebounds (4.9) and assists (8.1) this season.

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sportsoracle · 7 years

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#nba #ad #pelicans #new orleans pelicans #photobomb #anthony davis #hey there #nop #jrue holiday #jru

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nbaoracle · 7 years

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#nba #ad #pelicans #new orleans pelicans #photobomb #anthony davis #hey there #nop #jrue holiday #jru

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bigballersdaily · 2 years

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The Holiday Family (Jru Holiday) is a cute NBA family

Yeah they are

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sillygooseassociation · 2 years

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Naughty or Nice

Request(s): this could be for jason or ted , but he dresses up as santa to surprise his kid(s) then after the whole thing y/n gets kinda turned on by him being Santa LMAO! santa foreplay??? maybe?? am i just horny?? idkkkkk?!??!? /// oh wait i think I mean roleplay not foreplay sorry HAHAHA /// okay im really sorry idk anything about sexy time and role playing or foreplaying??? idk HAHAHA i just want Ted or Jason as Santa 😭💔

Description: Dressed as Santa to surprise the kids, Jason is also in for a surprise himself from your reaction to his costume.

Warning: pregnancy, Otis and Daisy included, dirty talk, mentions of riding and masturbation, dirty talk does revolve around santa lol

Pairing: JRU (Jason x reader universe), written in conjunction with rest of JRU but can be read on its own

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Holiday Fic Guide

A/N: Okay, yes, I know the gif is Ted and not Jason and they are so fucking different if those headshot differences show us anything. But it's a Christmas fic, specifically one where Jason dresses up as Santa so I HAD to use the Ted season 2 Christmas gif. also not all of these @sarahsardines just for the one request but being in three asks because she was confused, i love you.

Opening the oven door, you pull out the tray of sugar cookies, placing it on the cast-iron stove grates before closing the door. A smile spreads across your face as you hear the laughter of Otis and Daisy in the family room, likely in response to something said by Olaf. Your Christmas playlist plays softly in the background of the kitchen and you hum along before taking a sip of your sparkling cider, missing your wine after six long months without it. Checking the time on your phone, you realize that Jason should be back soon and head to the family room, pausing to smile at your two favorite kiddos cuddled up on the couch under a fluffy blanket. “Well don’t you two look comfy!”

The kids turn to you with bright smiles, Daisy jumping up to stand on the couch and Otis holding the blanket open so that you can join, “Mama, will you watch with us?” Daisy nods in excited agreement as your heart sores. As soon as Jason and you told them they were gonna have a younger sibling, they asked what they were allowed to call you if the baby would get to call you mom. The two of you reassured them that you were perfectly fine just being Y/N to them, that it wouldn’t hurt your feelings, but they refused, deciding on Mama for you. After almost four years with Jason, one of those as fiancés, your new title of Mama was your favorite thing to come from it, aside from the little one in your belly of course.

“I would love to watch with you two, but I think I have a better idea.” The two young kids look at you with suspicion, finding it hard to believe that there’s anything better than watching the movie currently playing on the television, “Better than Frozen?” You shrug your shoulders, turning around the room to leave, “You’re right, decorating cookies does sound boring, I’ll just do it myself…” You’re cut off by loud protests that you laugh at, Otis soon passes you in a sprint to the kitchen as Daisy grabs your hand, “Mama, no! We want to decorate with you, please!” You look down to see her looking up at you with pleading eyes, a strand of her blonde hair falls in front of her vision before you tuck it behind her ear, “Of course, you can do that with me Daisy girl, I would like nothing more than that.” The two of you enter the kitchen where Otis is practically bouncing in place as he sits on a stool at the island, Daisy then climbing up to sit in the spot next to him. You change the playlist to one of their favorite Christmas songs before you pull the different colored frostings out of the fridge.

After about 20 minutes of decorating cookies, which really means 20 minutes of you decorating cookies and fifteen minutes of the kids eating cookies after taking five minutes to decorate one each, you hear a sound from the living room. The rap on the front window catches the attention of the kids, looking at you with confusion as to what was going on, though you simply respond with a shrug of the shoulders, “Hm, who could be here this late on Christmas Eve?” The siblings look at each other with furrowed brows that looked scarily like the brows of their father when he was concentrating. They both let out gasps as lightbulbs seemed to go off simultaneously in their heads, “Santa!” You laugh lightly at their responses as they hop down from their tall chairs before sprinting to the living room, you follow at a slower pace due to the added weight of a six-months-along bump.

Walking into the living room, you first notice the kids jumping up and down as they cheer at the sight in front of them which was not at all what you pictured, to say the least. Casting your vision up, you see Jason Santa with his forearms propped up on the window sill, pushing his head up into sight as the rest of his body dangles unseen outside, below the view of the window. You cover your mouth to keep in your laughs, what the hell was he doing? Of course he couldn’t actually come down the fireplace, but you just thought that meant he was going to sneak in through the front door and place himself in front of the fireplace before getting the kids’ attention, not…whatever this was. Jason continued to pull himself up but he was still only through up until his pecs, obviously having trouble though you know the kids couldn’t notice. Moving forward, you go to help “Santa” make his way safely into the house, “Here Santa, let me help you out there.”

But before you could even make it a foot away from the kids, Otis grabs your hand to hold you back and you turn to question him, “Mama, no, Santa’s too heavy, dad said you’re not allowed to pick up anything big.” You hear Jason stifle a snicker, to which you throw him a middle finger behind your back, though you’re unsure if he sees it or not depending on his progress of breaking into his own home. You focus your attention on Otis, who is looking up at you with concerned eyes, damn he really was like his father, wouldn’t let you do anything with Baby Sudeikis in your tummy. You squeeze Otis’s hand before moving to stand in between him and Daisy, turning back so you can watch the extremely entertaining show in front of you, “You’re right buddy, thank you for reminding me. If daddy were here, he would be so proud of you for taking care of your baby sibling and me. Now, let’s watch Santa try to get in here because he was so silly and decided to take possibly the most complicated route into our home.”

Jason looks up at you in faux offense with a cocked eyebrow though it is hidden from the kids by his large white beard that quite frankly, looks incredibly itchy and not in the way you enjoyed when referring to Jason’s facial hair. With one last push against the window sill, Jason successfully enters the house, though he does so by practically throwing himself in. Your laughter finally breaks through as the kids cheer, running up to Santa to ask him questions at what seemed like a million miles a minute. “Why didn’t you come down our chimney?” “Why are you here so early?” “Can we pet the reindeer?” “Our cookies aren’t ready yet, are we gonna get coal now?” Letting out a boisterous and jolly laugh, Jason calms them down and answers their questions, “I wanted to pretend to be a spy. … My watch must be off, I thought you two would be in bed by now! … The reindeer need to take a break right now but maybe you can see some of their cousins at a wildlife sanctuary sometime. … Don’t worry little Miss Daisy, I am so stuffed from all the other cookies right now and it's my fault for being early anyway.”

Daisy lets out a small gasp and grabs tightly onto her father’s hand, “Santa knows my name!” You journey over to the couch, smiling brightly at the interaction between your fiancé and children, of course Jason was the perfect Santa, why wouldn’t he be? He’s the best dad and obviously, he knows how to improvise, but what really touched your heart was the fact that he wanted to do this for the kids. He knew it was only a matter of time before Otis stopped believing in the elusive Saint Nick, and he wanted his son to have a magical moment to seal this chapter of his childhood. Of course Jason wanted to do this, he wanted to do anything and everything for his children and you. Your bright smile turns soft from thinking about the compassion of your partner, how did you ever manage to land him?

You are snapped out of your thoughts as the cheers of Daisy and Otis reverberate off the walls of the Brownstone, quickly putting together that Jason mentioned your agreed-upon plan to give the kids one gift each from Santa now. Looking behind Jason, you notice the red velvet sack that just so happened to be propped up against the wall below the window, whether he left it there and prayed the kids wouldn’t notice or threw it in through the window before doing the same of himself, you had no clue. As Jason turned around to search through the sack, you realized two things in quick succession, one, those red pants, though loose around his body, made his ass look damn good, and two, this character of his right now could definitely be a fun one to mess with.

As soon as the gifts are handed to the two eager receivers, Jason makes his way over to you, sitting on the edge of the couch next to your spot, “And how about you little lady, have you been naughty or nice this year?” Turning to look at Jason, you cock your head to the side and show him an innocent smile as you cross one leg over the other as gracefully as you can considering your bump, “I’d say 50/50. I’ve been such a naughty girl, but I can also be a good girl, whatever you want, Santa.” Jason gulps deeply, glancing to see that the kids are entranced with opening their presents and exploring them. He looks back to you as his left leg begins to bounce and he folds his hands together suspiciously high in between his thighs, “Is that right?”

You nod sweetly at him before placing your hand high on his right thigh, just under where his forearm is resting, running your nails up and down the covered skin, “Mhm. I love being such a good girl for you, taking care of your kids and carrying your baby. But sometimes Santa works late nights and I just can’t help myself, gotta touch myself until you get home.” Jason squeezes his eyes shut as he drops his chin to the top of his chest, “Jesus fuck.” You laugh at him before scooting closer, Jason unclasping his hands and wrapping an arm around you on instinct, his hands resting on your hip, “I don’t think that’s in the spirit of the season, Santa.” Jason lowly chuckles at your words though you continue before he can say something, “Can I tell you what I want for Christmas, Santa?” Lifting his head, Jason turns to look at you and nods apprehensively, unsure of where you are going. You push your hair back, knowing that the flannel pajama set you were wearing was becoming a bit too small with your growing bump and thus accentuated your also growing breasts, “Do I have to sit on your lap to tell you?”

Jason’s eyes fall to your spotlighted features, seemingly having a staring contest with them before clearing his throat at what you said, then using his free hand to adjust how his red suit coat was covering his crotch, “N-no, not necessary.” Batting your eyelashes innocently, you catch Jason’s gaze, “I want a pony,” your fiancé cocks his eyebrow before you can continue. As you open your mouth to speak, you bring your hand higher up his thigh, stopping where you know it is at the same level of his tip, only a mere couple of inches from where he wants you, “Well, not necessarily a pony, really just anything I can ride.”

At that, Jason chokes on his breath before quickly standing up and clapping excitedly to get the attention of the playing kiddos, “Alright you two, I think it's time for Santa to head off, I have lots of presents to deliver tonight. I’ll come back when I know you two are asleep, I’ll just have to look at my phone instead of my watch!” Otis laughs as if Jason just said the most hysterical thing ever, “Santa has a phone?” Jason laughs at his son’s amusement though he also desperately needs to escape the room before you can try anything else, “Well of course I have a phone, how else would I talk to my head elf, Bernard?” The kids hug Santa goodbye before leading him over to where you now stand, “Will you say bye to the baby too? Mama says they can hear now.”

Your heart absolutely sores at how much they care for their younger sibling, and you’re sure Jason’s is doing the same, “I would love to.” Jason puts his hand on his belly just as he does hundreds of times a day, “You have a good night, little one.” The baby kicks against Jason’s hand, seeming to be the only Sudeikis child that recognized the face, or rather the voice, behind the beard. The three of you walk Santa to the front door, the man sheepishly asking if he can leave that way instead of the way he came in. He says goodbye to the kids once more before turning to you, “And good night to you, almost Mrs. Sudeikis.” You knowingly smirk at him, “Night Santa, I’ll see you later when you’re sliding down my chimney.” Jason’s cheeks redden immensely under the beard as he shuffles out the door, Otis and Daisy excitedly discuss what just happened and how excited they were to tell their dad when he got back from the store.

The three of you sat on the couch of the family room, all cuddled up while finishing Frozen when Jason entered the house, dropping a backpack stuffed with a red suit in his office before making his way to the room you sat in, “Hey y’all, anything happen while I was gone?” Otis and Daisy shriek with excitement as they fling themselves off the couch and into the arms of their dad, talking over each other as they tell him every single detail of the celebrity visit that he missed. After 20 minutes of the kids filling in Jason, Daisy laying on his chest as she sat in his lap and Otis snuggled into your side as he sat in between you two, both let out large yawns. “How about we head up to bed? Then Santa can come back with all your presents.”

Otis and Daisy tiredly nod in agreement with your suggestion, Jason picking Daisy up and heading out of the room with her as you and Otis follow, you moving more slowly up the stairs. After tucking the kids into Otis’s bed, having begged the past week for a Christmas Eve sleepover, you and Jason quietly leave the room, the exhausted duo already beginning to fall asleep. Before you can even suggest a plan for morning preparation, Jason spins you around by your hips, pulling you in for a deep kiss. He backs you against the hallway wall, pushing his thigh in between your legs, which elicits a soft moan from you. As quickly as it began, Jason pulls away as you both catch your breaths, “I’ll go get the presents under the tree, don’t worry about any of that. You just go get ready for bed, okay? Put on something more comfortable.”

You nod slowly, not out of exhaustion but from already missing his lips on yours, “Mkay.” Jason turns around, heading towards the stairs before turning back to you, “Put on something red for me, baby?” A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you nod, “Anything for you Mr. Claus, you getting me a pony?” Jason shakes his head as he laughs, looking down at his feet as he licks his bottom lip, then looking back up at you, “No, but I’m getting you something to ride.”

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