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Scott Miller x Pregnant reader

If someone had told Scott 5 years ago that he would be getting bossed around by his pregnant wife…. he would have thought they were crazy.

But believe it or not, the man was exactly where he wanted to be. She was in fact, the only woman who could put him in his place. Or at the very least have an ego as big as his own.

Every morning before he was able to escape out the front door, she would call out to him.

“Oh Scotty!” She would sing-song from somewhere inside the house. Scott would freeze in place, his hand barely grasping the knob.

“You silly-willy, you were almost about to leave without giving me a kiss.” She reminded him.

He smiled and turned to face her, “of course…” he says retreating to in front of her to lean down and capture her lips with his.

“Be good, be safe…. Do you have your gum? Extra pens? Phone charged? Car keys? Wallet?” She began to list off for him and he pulled them from his pockets showing her every single item.

“Prepared like always, sweetheart… thanks to you.”

“I like you prepared… it means you’ll come home in one piece.” She says fixing his collar so it laid flat. “Now… don’t be a dick to your coworkers or I won’t blame them if they leave you out there for dead.”

“I’m always nice.” He says and she looks to glare at him.

“Now that’s a load of crap and you know it.” She says.

Scott chuckled, “alright… I will attempt to be cordial to my coworkers. Happy?” He asked.

She smiled, “extremely.” She said before grabbing his hands and placing them at your belly. “Baby boy wants to say bye to you too.” She says and Scott sighed with a smile before he knelt down to be eye-level with her bump.

“Hey kid, be good for your momma while I’m gone today; cause if you’re an ass, she’ll surely let me know about it.” Scott says before receiving a smack to the back of his head, “yeah, I should have seen that coming.” He admits.

“Well… here’s hoping our child didn’t acquire your fat head.” His wife sassed. “Or the world will be in some serious trouble.” She remarked.

Scott got up from the ground and held her hips in place, “oh is that so…” he asks and she nods.

“By the way I want you home this weekend to paint the nursery.”

Scott shook his head, “baby, I can’t… I have to go over the numbers from this week…” Scott began to explain but he quickly shut up as his wife gave him a look indicating that her demand was nonnegotiable. “You know what, I’ll just shut up.” He says.

She scoffed, “finally something we can agree on.” She snaps.

He rolled his eyes, “you are lucky I love you, woman.”

She laughed in his face, “oh please…. you’re lucky to love me, Miller. After all, I am the only woman who can put up with your bullshit.” She reminds him.

1920’s Clark Kent x farmer’s daughter reader

Clark’s hands were clammy as he walked up the creaky steps of your parent’s farmhouse. Dressed in his finest clothes his Ma had sewn for him, Clark was nervous. A cow mooed from somewhere behind him, the yellow paint was fading and peeling off the siding as he knocked on the screen door.

“What… who is it?” Your Pa asked gruffly from inside. The older man answered the door and was met with the young dark-haired gentleman standing on his front porch.

“Well… if it isn’t Jonny’s boy, what can I do ya for son?” The man asked, beckoning him inside the house.

Clark followed, taking off his hat before he spoke. “Is your wife here, sir?” He asked.

Your Pa nodded, “Loretta’s in the kitchen.” He said leading him toward said kitchen. “Loretta… look who decided to stop by!”

Your Ma turned around and smiled at Clark. Your mother was pretty for an older woman, and Clark sometimes wondered if that’s how you will look when you’re older?

“Oh, Clark… what a surprise, I’m sorry… (y/n) went to town with some friends and she won’t be back for a while. Can I get you anything to drink?” She asked kindly.

Clark shook his head, “that’s alright ma’am, I’m not thirsty. I came here to actually talk to both of you.” He admits.

“Well then, what’s on your mind, son?” Your Pa asked.

Clark played with the seam on his hat. “Well… you know I’ve known (y/n) for a long time and I’ve been courting her for the past two years… and I was wondering, if I had… if you’ll allow me to…. If I have your permission to… marry your daughter?” He asked.

The pairs eyes grew wide in thought. “You’re asking for our blessin’, son ?” Your Pa asked.

Clark nodded, “yes sir, I am.” He responded.

Your Pa let out a hearty chuckle, “well I’ll be darned; you’re a respectable and honest man, Clark… (y/n) loves you, and your folks they good people.” Your Pa says. “Of course you have our blessing to marry our daughter.”

Clark smiled and shook the man’s hand and took your mother’s and kissed the back of it, “thank you, thank you both, so much…” Clark said relieved.

“Just take good care of our baby girl, Clark.” Your Ma reminds him.

He nods, “I will, I promise… your daughter will be well cared for.” He assures.

——time skip——

The ring box felt heavy in his pocket. The two of you were out taking a stroll on your parent’s property.

You were in a blue floral day dress that matched his vibrant eyes. Your hair wasn’t up like it normally was, but simply pinned back. Your shoes were simple and practical for the prairie. You were dressed simple, but that was how Clark liked you best.

The wind was temperate and the sky was dotted with fluffy white cotton-candy clouds. If ever there was a perfect day to make a proposal, today would be it.

“I sometimes forget how beautiful the prairie is, the scenery here is amazing.” You comment.

“Yeah, it sure is beautiful.” He admits, eyes gleaming. While your eyes were on the world around you, Clark’s eyes were on his world.

Clark took a deep breath to calm his erratic nerves. Even though, he got the blessing from your parents, that mattered very little, if you say no, now.

Clark waited for when your back was turned and that’s when he knelt to one knee. Finding his bearings he cleared his throat which made you turn to him.

Your eyes widened as your hand came up to cover your mouth in shock. “Clark….” You whisper.

“I know I don’t have much to offer you. I’m just the son of a simple farmer and his wife. But with me, I know you will never be lonely and before you ask, yes I have your parent’s blessing. The war reminded me to never take a single day for granted. I know my days will have been well spent, if I spent them with you. So (y/f/n), will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?” He asked pulling out the ring box and opening it up to reveal a most beautiful ring.

Clark looked up expectantly at you, but you said nothing. Your voice had escaped you, but to show your answer you smiled and tackled him to the ground. You peppered his face with kisses as Clark fumbled with the ring and put it on your shaking finger. He kissed you hard, cradling the back of your head as you embraced.

You leaned your forehead against his, “yes, Clark Joseph Kent, I would love nothing more than to be your wife.” You admit and all of Clark’s worries melted away.

You held your hand up to look at the new addition adorning your ring finger.

The ring was simple for 1920’s standards, but to you it was simply beautiful. You were not an extravagant person by any means. “I hope you like the ring, I thought a simpler design would be more functional with our livelihood.” He explains, taking your left hand in his and kissing the back of it.

“I love it….” You assure him, “did you pick it out yourself or did you have help?” You asked him, the sun glinting off the precious stone.

He chuckled, “Lois knew and helped… she told me that it was “about damn time, Kent!” He mimicked your best friends voice.

“Yup, that sounds like Lois.” You admit.

Clark smiled, “right, so I was thinking an early fall wedding?” Clark offered.

Garrett Graham x reader

Pulling a loose thread on the cuff of your husband’s spare Bruins jersey, calmed you as you watched the home game. Your 6 month pregnant belly sat comfortably under the jersey that showed off your husband’s number.

It had been a tough game so far, tensions were at an all time high. The Bruins were losing 3 to 2, and you could tell the players were getting irritated with each other.

Little did you know that the game was about to get even worse.

————

“Got to say Graham; that woman of yours sure is pretty.” The other teams captain comments.

“Why you think I married her, Larusso?” Garrett asked.

“It’s too bad she’s knocked up and taken; that body could stop traffic.” Larusso whistled.

Garrett’s eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. “What’d you just say?” Garrett growled. “You know what man, Fuck this!” Garrett threw down his stick. “You and me, right here right now!” Garrett said.

“You sure I won’t embarrass you in front of your pregnant slut, Graham?” Larusso egged him on.

Garrett tossed off his gloves, “that’s it…” he said before tackling the asshole to the ice.

You watched on horrified as Garrett wailed his fists against his opponents face. Sure he’s gotten into scuffles before today, but never this intense and never this violent. Something must have set him off down on the ice, because this behavior wasn’t like him… it wasn’t like him at all.

The refs had to pry Garrett off of Larusso. He was fighting their hold, “BRING HIM TO ME!!!” He hollered. He was dragged off the ice, still death-glaring Larusso, heading towards the locker room.

You were already on your feet and immediately beelined for the locker room. Not many women were allowed in the Bruins locker room, but you were a rare exception. As you were the only woman who could calm your husband down when he got like this.

Finding Garrett pacing, nostrils flared like an angered bull, you walked into the room. The assistant coach was with him, keeping an eye on him with you in case he lost control. “Care to explain what happened out there?” You call to Garrett and he looks up at you.

Seeing you holding a hand over your belly made him relive the words Larusso had said. “He deserved it believe me.” He assures you.

Your eyes widened, “really… because I have on good authority to believe that nobody deserves to get their face beaten to a bloody pulp, deserved or otherwise.” You say walking over.

He shook his head at you, “you didn’t hear what this asshole was saying… he slut shamed you, how could I just stand there and do nothing?” He asked you, “he was talking about you like your body was an object.” He said, clenching his fist.

“He was trying to get in your head, Garrett… and you let him.” You explain, “I appreciate you trying to defend my honor and everything, but I don’t enjoy seeing you like this.” You admit. “He could call me every name in the book, but it wouldn’t matter because that wouldn’t change how you see me. Who gives a fuck what the other guy thinks?” You say.

“Baby I….”

“Look at me…” you ask him and he does eventually meet your eyes.

You move the sweaty pieces of hair from his eyes as he looks at you in awe and regret. “I know your heart was in the right place, Garrett, but this is serious.” You tell him, “this could get way worse than being tossed out for the rest of the game; you could have a lawsuit on your hands.” You remind him.

He looks away from you in shame, “I know… I know that.” He sighs.

“I doubt it will come to a lawsuit.” Assistant Coach Anderson interrupted.

You and Garrett both turn to the coach, “what do you mean Coach, if he sues me, I’m cooked.”

“Given that he was actively provoking you and baiting you, I doubt he’ll sue.” The coach explains, “if he were to sue, he would need to write up exactly what he said leading up to it and from what I just heard, slut-shaming a pregnant woman and objectifying said woman wouldn’t bode well for his reputation.” He said.

“So you think, I’ll be alright?” Garrett asked Anderson.

He nodded, “I reckon so, just keep your composure on the bench for the rest of the game, kid.” He said, “now, I’ll let you and your wife talk for a minute.” He said before leaving.

Garrett let out a sigh he had been holding. Your hands found his at his sides and curled your fingers with his. Garrett quirked a smile as he brought your hands up to kiss the backs of them. “I know you hate when I fight, but I won’t apologize for defending you.” He admits plainly.

You nod, “and you don’t have to… you were defending your family, Garrett… there ain’t no shame in that.” You admit before gasping and clutching your belly.

Garrett immediately grew concerned, “what is it, you alright?”

You nod, “yeah, I just, baby girl’s been kicking a bit harder today than usual.” You say.

Garrett’s hands go to cover your bump before he’s kneeling down to your bumps level. “Hey you, be nice to your momma; you’re lucky to have her.” Garrett tells your bump, before looking up at you, “as am I.” He admits.

You smile as you stroke your fingers through his sweaty curls. “Well momma is very lucky to have your daddy, his impulsive outbursts and all.” You say with a gentle laugh.

Garrett smiles up at you before standing to his full height. He pulled you into his chest as he dipped his head to press his lips to yours. “I love you, (y/n) Graham.” He whispers against your lips.

Garrett Graham x reader

Oh, your eyes and brain would certainly need a bleach bath after what you just walked in on.

You flew out the front door of the hockey house, the door banging behind you. You grabbed your bike from off of the ground and began to heave it toward the curb.

That’s when you heard your name called from behind you. You didn’t need to look back to know who it was. “(y/n), please let me explain…” Garrett said, rushing to grab your arm to stop you from leaving. You ripped your arm out of his hold and his hand dropped to his side.

You wheeled around to face him, “what’s there to explain Garrett, you were supposed to be getting ready to study.” You snap at him.

He quirked a smirk, “I was studying.” He says.

“Oh yeah—what were you studying exactly…Anatomy?” You ask him.

“Heck yeah…” he says cheerfully but his smile dropped when he realized that you were anything but amused. He sighed, “(y/n), just come back inside and I’ll put a shirt on and we can study like we planned.” Garrett offers.

You scoff, “something tells me the naked woman in your bedroom wouldn’t like that all that much, Graham.” You ask him.

“Then I’ll kick her out and we can study… come on, I really need to pass.” Garrett Graham all but pleads.

“Well you should have thought of that in advance before inviting her over… and you should have thought of that before you wasted my God damn time.” You say trying to get on your bike so that you could ride away, but he stepped in front of your handlebars.

“Get out of my way, or I won’t hesitate to run you over.” You snap coldly at him, “if you’re not gonna take this seriously then there’s no point in me even being here.”

“I’m sorry (y/n), I promise I’ll try to be better… I just… hockey is the only thing that I’m good at and if I can’t pass this exam I can’t play.” He divulges.

“I missed the part where that’s my problem.” You say, “I don’t have time to get laid and go to parties, like you; I actually give a crap about my academics.”

“Is that really what you think of me?” He asks, head cocked.

You laugh, “oh please, Graham you couldn’t handle hearing, what I think of you.” You tell him, “I might bruise your precious ego.” You say.

He waved his hand for you to continue. “By all means, enlighten me.” He challenged.

You scoff, “very well… I think your opinion of yourself is entirely too high; you really think you’re God’s gift to women, don’t you?” You ask him rhetorically. He tried to say something, but you were far from being done. “Let me be quite clear… I really don’t think you’re all that great; in fact, I think you’re just riding on the coattail’s of your daddy’s popularity.” You say before backtracking, “that’s not to say I don’t think you’re smart, I very well think you could do well academically if you applied yourself.” You admit, “but I won’t waste my time on someone, who treats my time like a joke.” You say.

Garrett’s nonchalant mask slipped from his face for a moment as you finished speaking. It was like you had verbalized every deep-rooted insecurity he possessed. If his father hadn’t thrown him into every top-notch hockey camp and hired the best hockey coaches for him? If his father wasn’t Phil Graham, would he even be a hockey player at all?He knew he had asked you to tell him what you thought of him, but he hadn’t thought you would be so accurate.

He felt bad for wasting your precious time… you were an academic whiz, smarter than he would ever be.

Garrett couldn’t meet your gaze as he spoke, “I wasn’t trying to waste your time… I know how busy you are, but please (y/n), you’re the smartest person at Briar, I need you…” Garrett pleaded.

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth in thought for a moment. The hockey captain was obviously desperate, otherwise he wouldn’t be begging you. You looked at his bare chest in thought [hey a free view, was a free view]. As much as it pained you to admit, the hockey man, seemed sincere in his apology.

You finally sighed before turning to unzip your backpack. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I host a study group every other day; we have a meeting at 7am tomorrow morning in the library…” you shove the piece of paper into his chest.

“Don’t be late.” You hiss at him.

“Wait really?” He asked surprised before remembering. “Wait what 7am… I workout then—” he quickly stopped when he saw your glare, “you know what I’ll just work around it…. I’ll be there.” He assures you.

You shrug, “show up or don’t, I honestly don’t care, because it’s not my grade on the line it’s yours.” You tell him outright, your genuine indifference toward him was jarring.

He nodded his head, “I’ll be there.” He assures again.

You smirk as you snapped on your bike helmet. You began to pedal around the hockey man.

“We’ll see…” you mutter as you began to bike down the street.

Garrett watched your back as you descended down the road. His hands were in the pockets of his grey joggers his right hand clutching onto the paper you had given him.

You weren’t a puck bunny that fell for his charm. In fact you were exceedingly vocal about not liking him much at all. But you had for some reason agreed to help him, and he had fucked it up when he had brought Becky? Bethany? Brittany? Whatever her name was over to his house when he was scheduled to study with you.

You had taken time out of your busy schedule to help him study and he had treated your time like it was dispensable. He had lost all dignity as he stood outside his house shirtless, as you pointed out all of his deep-rooted insecurities. And what did he do in return? Beg you to forgive him and to help him and for some reason you had agreed.

Garrett Graham x reader

You always knew your boyfriend was a handsome man, that was nothing new. You knew he had been a notorious playboy, not as big of a playboy as Dean, but still. That was of course, until Garrett had gotten charmed by you in junior year and now no matter how hard anyone tried, nobody could ever compare to you.

You were at the hockey house, knocking back a shot or two or twelve. You had momentarily lost track of Garrett, but you knew that he never drank heavily before a big game day, so he would be relatively sober when finding you later.

You on the other hand were anything but sober. A puck bunny had challenged you that she could out drink you and you had graciously accepted her challenge. She was 5 shots in before she realized she was gonna lose. You could hold your liquor fairly well, you were certainly no lightweight. But then another person challenged you and that’s how you found yourself plastered after 12 shots.

You were lucky you were even still standing, you stumbled over to the living room and saw Garrett. You were about to go over to him when another puck bunny you think had been swapping spit with Dean earlier beat you to it.

She threw her arm over his shoulder as her other tried to pry his jacket off of him. Fire burned behind your eyes, fueled by the alcohol in your veins. She was playing a very dangerous game and you were not having it. Garrett had tried to get the inebriated girl’s hands off of him politely, but you were not as nice as he was.

You stomped over and grabbed her by the hair pulling her off of him. She stumbled back, crying as she held the back of her head. You looked at your hand to see a clump of red extensions in your grip.

“You bitch!” She screamed.

“Be lucky it was just your extensions, slut!” You snarled, attempting to pounce on her, but strong arms had grabbed your middle and held you to a firm chest.

“Let me go, I’m not done with her yet!” You hiss, trying to pry the arms from around you.

A mouth came up to your ear, “your drunk baby… now she should have known better that I was taken, but you’re done… it’s over.” Garrett said definitively into your ear.

He dragged you kicking up the stairs to his room. Your fire hadn’t yet been extinguished fully from his words. You were a very confrontational person when drunk, but you were also fiercely possessive of your boyfriend.

“Why’d you stop me, the bitch had it coming?” You snap at him, once the doors closed.

Garrett let out a slow sigh as he ran his hand down his face before he responded. “She was drunk baby, just as much as you are…I had it handled, I didn’t need you flying off the handle.” Garrett said trying to keep a calm yet firm voice, as yelling at you would get him no where when you were drunk.

“She had her hands all over you, I saw what she was doing…and trust me her intentions were anything but innocent.” You remark.

Garrett couldn’t dispute that; the redhead had tried to get into his pants several times before. He had tried to be a gentleman in the past and let her down easy, but it never seemed to work. As angry as he was at you for fighting, he could only hope the redhead, finally got the hint that he was officially off the market.

When Garrett looked at you again he could see you were getting sleepy. The 12 shots seeming to have caught up with you. “You tired baby?” He asked and you nodded in between a yawn. He turned to his closet and got you a T-shirt and sweatpants of his to change into.

You held your arms up and he pulled your flowy blouse off of you. He unhooked your bra before pulling his shirt over you. He pulled out the hair clip holding the remainder of your hair up letting the tendrils flow down naturally. He unbuttoned your jeans before pulling off your shoes and then your pants. He helped you into his black sweatpants before tying the drawstring snug so they wouldn’t slip down your legs.

Garrett began to fold your clothes and set them aside for you in the morning. Placing them on his nightstand he leaned over to kiss your forehead and tuck you into his bed. He turned to head back out to the party, but your hand shot out and gripped his arm. He turned to face your beautiful eyes that now appeared so innocent, when 20 minutes ago they’d held fury.

“Don’t go… please stay with me.” You plead.

Garrett took off his jacket and tossed it over his desk chair. He kicked off his shoes and got into bed with you. You snuggled onto his chest as his arm went around you. You let out a sigh of contentment, “mmm… all mine.” You mumble into his chest.

Garrett Graham x Reader

YEARNER GARRETT!!! I REPEAT YEARNER GARRETT!!!!

Garrett’s POV

How could she not realize that I’m into her? How can she just stand there and look so beautiful? How is a guy supposed to breathe in her presence?

She was standing over conversing with her friends, Allie and Hannah. Her friends were pretty too that much was undeniable, but my eyes only saw her. She was laughing at a joke Allie must have said for she hunched over in laughter.

Oh, what he would do to get her to laugh like that for him.

She glanced my way and I immediately stared down at my empty solo cup. I could feel my cheeks burning from the embarrassment of almost getting caught staring.

Talking and flirting with the female population had always been easy for me, but with her, I turned into a preteen boy with his first crush. My palms got sweaty, I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight, and I got all tongue-tied when I tried to talk to her. She was like this unobtainable enigma of a woman. I had said less than 5 words to this woman and yet I wanted her anyway.

A soft voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts. I quickly looked up only to meet the eyes I had been daydreaming about. They truly did sparkle brighter than any gemstone on the entire planet. Her smile was big and bright and teasing across her face.

“You know… if you’re going to stare, Garrett Graham; at least don’t make it obvious.” She teases.

His face went blank, “I-I was just…”

“Staring at me?” She finished for him, “let’s be honest with ourselves Graham, you’re not subtle. I could feel your eyes on me from the moment I got here.” She notes observantly.

“Well, what are my eyes telling you now?” He asked, staring intensely at her lips.

She scoffs amused at his sudden boldness, “they make you look like you wanna kiss me… right now.” She replies.

He cocks his head like a puppy dog, “well then I guess that’s a good guess.” He says before he smashes his lips to hers.

—4 years later—

Watching her stand in a wedding dress, all I could do was stare at her. Even when she called me out for staring at her at that party 4 years ago, that never stopped me from doing it.

The small ceremony only really contained us and our friends along with (y/n)’s parents. I cut my dad off from my life, I blocked his damn number from my phone. Coach Jensen was there too, being the father figure I’d needed today.

I was a hotshot Bruin now, but I would always be a Briar U Hawk. My boys were with me still, but each of them had significant others of their own. I will still be the first of us to get married though.

As the officiant completes his speech he gives me the go ahead to kiss my now wife. She smiles and winks at me, “still wanna kiss me Graham after all these years?” She asks him.

I smirk grabbing her and dipping her, “you know damn well the answer to that question.” I say before smashing my lips to hers.

—9 months later—

“I won’t lie, we do make some pretty cute kids.” I admit, staring down at the two twins.

She smiled, “well enjoy them, because I didn’t get a receipt to return them.” She joked. “I did get intense back pain though, so enjoy them, Graham, because these are the only children you are getting.” She assures me.

I laugh and nod, “I think I can live with that.” I admit.

“I should hope so, I didn’t see you spend the last 15 hours pushing two kids out of your vagina.” She hisses.

I can’t keep a straight face any longer and I immediately break. “Always such a lady.”

“Hey, you married me.” She reminds me.

“I know I did…” I say, leaning in, “and I have absolutely no regrets on that.” I admit.

She cocks her head, “don’t give me that look, Garrett.” She warns.

“What look?” I ask innocently.

She smirks, “you know damn well what look.” She responds.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” I say moving in.

Dean Di Laurentis x reader

“You know…usually, it is typically the man that climbs through the window.” You complain, as your hands make contact with his desk, “read Romeo and Juliet.” You say before you nearly scream as you almost lose your balance, but Dean’s arms are luckily there to catch you.

“Naw, I’m not much of a reader; besides if memory serves me right, that love story didn’t end too well for them, did it?” He asks.

“My point still stands…why am I the one who always climbs through your window?” You ask him.

Dean smirks, “because you live in the dorms in a single room with a roommate, I at least have my own separate room here.” He justifies.

You pout, “dammit, I hate that you’re right.”

He chuckles, “well it’s been known to happen.” He says.

You scoff, “Yes, on very rare occasions.”

“Ouch.” He says sounding almost offended.

“Oh shut up, you know I love you.” You say before smashing your lips to his.

——time skip——

When Dean came down for breakfast in the morning the boys were all sitting on the couch and on the floor playing video games. Garrett was the first to greet Dean.

“So hows (y/n)?” He asked smartly.

“She’s just fine.” Dean answered without thinking, before his eyes widened. He immediately spun around to look at his friends. “How the fuck did you know that?” He asked.

“Dude seriously? Everyone knows you’ve been hooking up with her for months.” Garrett admitted.

Dean looked perplexed, “wa-wait raise your hand if you knew I was hooking up with (y/n).” Dean asked and all 3 along with Beau raised their hands.

“Dammit, I thought we were subtle.” Dean complained.

“Are you kidding, she’s loud as fuck.” Beau says, “oh Dean!” Beau impersonates and the rest of the boys roar with laughter.

Dean’s face turns bright red; this coming from a man who had never known embarrassment before.

Damn, why did he have to be so good at sex that it made the ladies scream?

“So all of you knew?” He asked them.

“Brother hate to break it to you, but I think half of campus knew.” Logan admits.

“Seriously?” He asks.

Garrett Graham x reader

You were graduating in a few short months. Your senior year had felt like it had flown by. But you’d had your boyfriend of 5 years along with you for the journey.

You’d known Garrett Graham for years, you’d gone to the same High School. He was the star hockey player for your high schools team. His grades had been slipping and he needed help, so you had been selected to be his tutor. You had met in the library for your first tutoring session and the rest as they say was history.

You two had been each other’s safe place and best friend [don’t tell Logan]. You’d been there for him when his father placed unwarranted pressure and criticism onto his shoulders. He had been there for you when your younger brother had died from a malignant tumor in his brain.

The end of the semester meant you could spend the break with your boyfriend. You had passed every class with flying colors, not that Garrett had any doubt you wouldn’t. You were wickedly smart, smarter than him by a landslide; you could take over the world one day and Garrett wouldn’t even bat an eye.

To celebrate, Garrett had planned to take you on a picnic. But a massive rainstorm had blown that idea up. So he decided to still take you on a picnic but at the Hawks indoor ice rink.

When you pulled up to the ice rink, you looked over at him perplexed. “What are we doing here?”

“I planned to take you on a picnic, but that obviously didn’t happen so this was my second idea.” He admits, “and don’t worry, before you ask… we do have permission to be here after hours, I cleared it with Coach.” He assures you.

You smile, “you really have the whole campus at your fingertips don’t you, Garrett?”

He shrugs, “what can I say, I’m a people person.” He says.

He slips out of the driver’s seat and walks over to open the door for you. He holds out his hand for you and you hop down out of his Jeep.

Logan and Tucker had helped set up the picnic inside so when the two step inside they are met by a blanket laid out onto the ice.

“Hey can we stop by the locker room, I forgot something in there today?” Garrett asked and you nodded. The two of you walked to the locker room and slipped inside.

Going to his locker he unhooked his jersey from its hook and tossed it to you. “Add another layer, it can get pretty cold out on the ice.” He told you and while you slipped the jersey over your head, Garrett slipped the ring box into his pocket.

Once you were wearing his name across your back Garrett took your hand and led you out onto the ice. You weren’t the most graceful of skaters so he held your hand as you sat down onto the blanket and he soon followed.

Garrett opened the pizza box and cracked open a beer before handing it to you and you laughed.

“Pizza and beer, very classy…” you tease.

“Yeah well, I didn’t really think caviar and champagne was really your speed.” Garrett confirms, “your not mad at it are you?” He asks.

“Are you kidding, you got stuffed crust, I haven’t had stuffed crust since I was like nine.” You tell him, taking a slice from the box and taking a bite and moaning.

Garrett gulped as his mouth went dry at the sound. “That good, huh?” He asked taking his own slice and biting into it.

“Fuck, that actually is really good.” He says.

“Right?” You say.

The two of you continue to dine together until the pizza was nearly gone. Garrett didn’t eat as much as usual which you picked up on, but didn’t comment on. But in actuality Garrett’s nerves were going haywire and his stomach felt as though he was one slice away from upchucking all over you.

Which would not make the proposal part of the night smell all that great.

After eating you laid together as your head rested against his chest. “It’s crazy to think our academic careers are coming to an end.” You admit running your fingers up and down his chest lost in thought.

“I’m gonna miss not living with the boys next year; it’s gonna take some getting used to.” He says, “but I think I’m ready for the next phase of my life.” He hints subtly.

“I’m not… I just want this year to slow down, I’m not ready to say goodbye to college just yet.” You sigh.

Garrett stays silent as your words register in his brain. Was this maybe not what you wanted? Was it going to be too soon? The thought swam in his head. He needed to get up and skate, skating always cleared his head.

He pulled himself from underneath you and held out his hand. You took it and the two of you began to skate around the rink. You were still not the greatest skater but with Garrett you at least knew you would never fall, because you knew he would catch you before you could.

“Shit baby, pause, I need to tie my skates.” Garrett said, making sure you were paused in front of him before kneeling down to his expertly tied skates.

You looked around as you waited and in doing so you missed Garrett slip the ring box from his pocket. When you looked back however Garrett was staring up at you like you held the world in the palm of your hands. Your eyes widened as Garrett began to speak.

“(y/n), for a long time skating was all that mattered to me. As you very well know I wasn’t exactly gifted academically.” He said with a chuckle, “but if I hadn’t almost failed chemistry I would never have met you.” Garrett says. “In hockey you learn your teammates are like your family, and I want you to be my teammate through life.” Garrett says nearly choking back tears, “I don’t just wanna skate with you tonight, I wanna skate alongside you for the rest of my life.” He confesses, “so… (y/f/n) will you become my teammate for life?” Garrett asked before opening the ring box to reveal a ring you had been daydreaming about ever since you were a little girl.

You cry as you cover your mouth with your hand. You nod your head at him enthusiastically, “yes, Garrett Graham, I would love nothing more than to become your teammate for life.” You stammer out and Garrett’s nerves changed instantly from worry to excitement at that confirmation.

He slipped the ring onto your outstretched hand before kissing the back of it and standing up. He pulled you in by your hand before hoisting you into his arms and you giggled as he held you up.

Garrett Graham x reader

Stumbling to your boyfriend’s house while drunk was a humbling experience. Once you finally made it to the porch did you plop down ungracefully onto the steps.

You had gone out drinking for a girls night with Allie and Hannah and somehow along the way lost track of both of them. You had remembered somehow that Garrett didn’t live too far from the bar, but instead of calling him like a smart person would have, you decided to make the trek to his house on your own.

It was about 1am when you finally got to the house. You took out your phone from your purse and hit the call button.

Graham Cracker: hello?

You: hi… baby…

Graham Crackers: (y/n)? It’s 1am why the hell are you even up?

You: well fine! I’ll leave from your porch and fine my own way home.

Garrett shot up out of bed, his sleepiness now gone. He quickly pulled on a sleep shirt before racing down the stairs and opening the front door.

You were halfway down the sidewalk when he finally caught up to you. “Baby!” He called out to you. You turned rather quickly, stumbling over yourself in which Garrett’s hands shot out to steady you.

“Hi baby.” You greet.

“Hi sweetheart, did you have fun?” He asked softly.

You nod, “Allie and Hannah ditched me though.” You admit sadly. “So I decided to come here.”

“By yourself?” He asked with a quirked brow. “Why didn’t you just call me to pick you up from the bar?” He asked you, “you know I would’ve.” He said.

You shrug, “I didn’t think of it at the time.” You admit before cocking your head. “Is it just me or is my foot cold?” You ask.

Garrett looked down at your foot which he now noticed was missing something. “Where’s your other shoe, Cinderella?” Garrett asked comically. You look down at your feet only to see that your gold sandal on your left foot had mysteriously disappeared. You wiggled the toes of your left foot and you looked up at him and shrugged.

You had a brief sober memory of walking along the side of the road on your way over here. Your shoe was already slipping halfway off your foot at the time. You had walked over a sewer grate and…

“It fell in the sewer.” You replied nonchalantly.

Garrett couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “The sewer?” He asked, “how does your shoe end up in the sewer?”

You cocked your head, “it fell in, duh! I just told you.” You reply.

“Why don’t we get you inside and to bed, Cinderella?” Garrett offers picking you up bridal style so your left foot wouldn’t have to walk on the ground any longer.

You snuggled into your boyfriend’s chest as he carried you through the house and up the stairs. When he made it to his room he plopped you onto the bed.

He turned away to get you a shirt to sleep in instead of your uncomfortable looking dress. You looked incredible in the dress like always, drunk or not, but he figured it was a party dress for a reason, and not a nightgown.

While his back was turned toward his closet, you looked around his room. You’d been in this room many times, but never this intoxicated. You were usually so good about your alcohol consumption, but this semester had been rough on you. You had nearly lost your 4.0 GPA all because of one professor who should have retired a decade ago.

Garrett handed you one of his shirts and he helped you unzip your dress. You had felt no shame in your body being exposed, given that he had seen your body plenty times before. He was respectful with his hands, only helping you pull the shirt over your head.

As you sat back down on your bed Garrett knelt to slip your other shoe off. You stared down at your bare foot and sniffled, “I lost my shoe.” You pouted. “I liked those shoes.”

Garrett chuckled as he looked up at you, “I’ll buy you new ones, baby.” He assured you.

“But it won’t be the same… my right shoe will never find its perfect match again… my left shoes gone forever!” You complain. You look down at him with puppy eyes, “my right shoes single now.” You say.

“You know I think these emotions are over something a lot more than just a missing shoe.” He says, “am I right?” He asked inquisitively.

You nod, “I almost lost my scholarship, Garrett. I almost had to leave Briar because of some dumbass professor and his stupid grading system.” You huff, “I almost lost everything… that scholarship means everything to me, I’m nothing without that scholarship, I’ll never go anywhere in life. Without my smarts I’m nothing!” You vent.

Garrett let you vent out your frustrations, likely frustrations you’ve held in for far too long. “Baby you are so much more than just smart, yes, you have a brilliant mind that sometimes I’m envious of. But I love you for you and not just how smart you are.” He admits, “you’re the smartest, most beautiful, and most incredible woman I know. if anyone could find a way or a loophole to stay at this university, I know it would be you. Nobody likes learning as much as you do.” He says with a smile. “Nobody should make you feel like you’re less than who you are, and certainly not some idiot professor.”

Your tears came in that moment and Garrett picked you up and sat you down on his lap. You nestled into his chest as he stroked your hair. He kissed your hairline and you smiled softly.

“I’m lucky to have you Garrett.” You admit.

Garrett Graham x reader

Snuggling together under the blanket with your boyfriend you watched the horror movie together. You had always enjoyed all things spooky and odd, Halloween was your favorite holiday, after all.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend did not hold the same sentiments. He loathed horror movies as he was surprisingly terrified of them. So when you had suggested a scary new release, that was to say, he was not thrilled.

“Come on, Garrett, please…..” you had pouted, “I promise to protect you from the jump scares.” You promise.

Garrett being a weak man when it came to your pouty lips and puppy-dog eyes had caved. “Fine.” He grumbled.

You smiled, “I love you.” You say.

“Yeah, you better.” He sasses as he shook his head, “the things I do for you woman.” He sighs.

Which is how you found yourself cuddled up together on the hockey houses couch. A bowl of popcorn long forgotten on the floor.

Garrett had found more interest in your freshly manicured nails than he had the movie. He certainly did not do this in a last ditch effort to not look at the screen.

But you couldn’t leave well enough alone and came up with an idea.

“Oh my god! The actress is naked!” You shriek and Garrett looks up just in time to get jump scared by the slasher.

“Son of a bitch, (y/n)…you suck.” Garrett sighed looking over at you.

His Lucky Charm

Garrett Graham x reader

As you sat with Allie and Hannah in the stands you rubbed your hands together as you waited for the game to start.

You were luckily here to explain the hockey to the other girls as they were only here to support your boyfriend and his friends. Neither girl knew a lick about actual hockey, but you did, courtesy of your boyfriend and brothers who played the sport growing up.

“When is this thing supposed to start?” Allie complained clearly having forgone comfort and warmth for style, as she wore a denim jacket and a crop top.

“It should be any minute now; it’s not my fault you forgot ice rinks are cold.” You snap at her.

“I’m here to support your boyfriend, the least you could do is be nicer to me.” Allie argues and poor Hannah was in the middle of the two of you.

She puts her hands between the two of you. “Ladies ladies, you’re both pretty… can we focus on the game now, it’s just starting?” Hannah says, attempting to be the mediator between the two of you.

Allie was certainly more Hannah’s friend than she was yours, so she turned toward the rink without another word to you.

Your eyes also returned to the ice where the announcer was speaking your boyfriend’s name and number.

“Last, but certainly not least, #44 Captain Garrett Graham!!!!” The announcer bellowed. You whooped and cheered as your boyfriend skated onto the ice.

“Whoo, Garrett!” You call. Garrett skates to the lineup and at puck drop the Hawks gain the puck.

Garrett passes it to Logan and Logan passes it to Dean, Dean returns it to Garrett. Garrett gets slammed up against the wall by the opposing team and you wince. The opponent gets ahold of the puck and passes it and they take a shot at goal but the goalie stops it.

The game goes on as the puck gets passed up and down the rink by both teams. No goals had happened yet for either team, but not for the lack of trying.

Then finally the Hawks get an opportunity and Dean passes it to Garrett and Garrett takes the shot. The goalie overcorrects his hand and the puck passes through the bend of his arm.

You scream as Garrett gets the first goal of the game. You hug Hannah as you jump up and down excitedly. You were obnoxious and loud, but you didn’t care.

“OH YEAH! THATS MY BOYFRIEND!” You scream happily and as Garrett was skating past your section he looked up as if sensing your excitement and caught sight of you.

He basked in your excited smile and smiled up at you. You waved at him and he waved right back, before retreating to the puck drop.

——time skip——

At long last the Hawks win the game 4 to 1 with Garrett scoring the first and the final goal.

When the stands are nearly deserted, do you finally descend them and wait at the entrance to the boys locker room.

The hockey boys greeted you kindly as they filtered out. All of them liked you, not just because you were dating their captain, but because you were nice and knew the sport. That is to say, they also didn’t mind when you’d whip up a batch of fresh chocolate chip cookies for them.

But at long last the final four exited the locker room. “Nice game today, boys.” You compliment.

“It must have been good, because our #1 fan was cheering us on from the stands.” Dean said with a knowing wink.

You only smirk, “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Di Laurentis.” You say before looking past the blonde until your eyes met the brown eyes you loved.

You pushed Dean out of the way and he stumbled back clutching his chest dramatically. But you didn’t care, all that mattered was your boy. You hugged him and the smell of a still slightly sweaty boy is what you were met with.

“Let’s leave these bozos to carpool back.” You insist as you looked up at him and Garrett can’t help but chuckle.

“You heard her, boys. Find your own way home.” Garrett says before you took his hand and he let you drag him out to the parking lot. Before stepping off the sidewalk you turn to him and kiss him on the cheek.

“I’ve got a present for you at home.” You admit and he smiles.

“Does this present happen to be gift-wrapped in my spare Jersey?” He asked.

You shrug, “perhaps….you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Garrett chuckles before gasping, “that reminds me—” he says pausing as he dug in his gear bag. He plucked something from the bag and handed it to you. “I figured my lucky charm deserved the winning puck of the game; just don’t tell coach, cause I’m not exactly supposed to take the pucks.” He says with a smile.

Garrett Graham x reader

“I don’t know how the heck you talked me into this, Graham?” You hiss at him as you wobble onto the ice. Your skates slide slightly as you death grip the wall.

Garrett chuckles, “just take it slow, baby. I’m right here; I won’t let you fall.” He assures softly, his arms held out in front of you as he skated backwards expertly.

“Show off.” You mutter.

“I’ve had a bit more practice than you have on skates.” He reminds you. “Showing off isn’t hard.” He says.

“You’re an ass.” You sass.

He chuckles, “yeah well this ass is making sure you don’t fall on your ass, so be nice to me.” He reminds you. “I won’t let you get hurt, I promise.”

You don’t answer him and instead make a decision. “I’m gonna let go of the wall.” You inform and he just nods.

“Just take your time, baby, it’s okay; we can do this at your own pace.” He assures. “Theres no rush.” He says. “But if you are ready… keep those knees bent, and center your upper body.” He instructs.

You contemplate for a moment on giving up on this endeavor entirely, but then you look up into your boyfriend’s eyes and gain some much needed courage.

You take a deep breath before letting go, one hand at a time. Garrett grabs ahold of your shaking hands softly. You kept staring down at your unsteady feet in the rented skates, but his voice called your attention back to him.

“Don’t look at your skates, baby. Keeps those knees bent like I told you.” He instructs, “and just keep those beautiful eyes on me, baby… I’ve got you.” He says.

You try to smile for his sake but your knees started shaking in fear. “I can’t do it…” you whisper.

He nods, “baby, you can… you already are. Just keep those eyes on me and I’ll do the rest.” He assures you.

You nod and stare into his brown eyes as he skates backward gliding you along with him. He was taking it slow for your sake, as you were like a newborn deer trying out their legs for the first time.

Your eyes never left your boyfriend’s gaze. He squeezed your hand gently in reassurance, “you’re doing it, baby; I’m so proud of you.” He encourages.

You smile, getting a bit more bold, “you-you can speed up a little if you want to.” You say.

His eyes widen, “are you sure you can handle it?” He asks.

You nod, “I trust you.” You admit.

He smiles that dorky little smile before he begins to skate backwards half the speed he would at a game.

“Woah!” You gasp and he stops and in the abrupt pause you ram into him knocking him to the ground, collapsing on top of him, “sorry… are you alright?” You ask him, feeling bad about forgetting how to stop.

He shakes his head, “no, no I think I might need some pain medicine.” He says worriedly.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, I forgot how to break and—”

Garrett had grabbed the back of your neck and smashed your lips to his. Your words of worry died in your throat as his tongue choked them down. You two laid there making out for a good long minute before you broke apart, breathing hard.

Garrett smirked mischievously, “did I forget to mention your my pain medication?” He asks and you gasp and smack his chest playfully.

“You said you wouldn’t let me fall!” You yell at him.

He shook his head, “no, if I remember correctly I promised I wouldn’t let you get hurt, and if my eyes are still working, I’d say I took the fall and you got the cushioning of me to break your fall.” He says smartly.

You laugh, “you’re an ass, Garrett Graham.”

Not Leaving You Behind

“(y/n)! Get Out Of Here!” Rick called to you. But you were not about to leave the only man you’ve ever loved to his death.

“No! I’m not leaving you!” You call back. You run to where he was grasping the edge; using all his upper body strength to keep himself from falling to his fiery demise.

You held out your hand and Rick reached for it. Using all the strength you could muster, you heaved him up onto the ledge. The two of you quickly regained your bearings as you two began to run for the exit. The entire temple was crumbling in front of your very eyes, as you ran.

Rick could see the moonlit exit up ahead. But he also noted a precarious slab of stone ready to fall on top of the two of you. Rick quickly gripped onto you, covering your head from falling debris.

You reached the exit and that’s when the temple was destroyed.

Rick had shielded you from the debris as best as he was able. But you were still thrown from the temple.

As the dust settled Rick slowly eased his head up from your head he had been covering with his own. You groaned beneath him as he stood up. He dusted himself off and shook the temple residue out of his hair.

You rolled over onto your back and he held out his hand for you to take. He pulled you up and you wobbled onto your feet which he stabilized with his hands at your arms.

He checked you over for any cuts or bruises. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He asked with concern.

You looked down at yourself before looking back at him to shake your head. “I am unharmed.” You assure him.

Rick didn’t seem to believe you as he touches your chin and moves your head around to get a better look at your face. Your arms go around his neck, “Rick… I am unharmed.” You reassure him.

He does one more once over of your body and face before he lets go.

“Why didn’t you leave, when I told you to?” He asked seriously.

“I wasn’t gonna leave you to die.” You hiss at him.

“You could have gotten yourself killed, what the hell were you thinking?” He asked angrily.

“I was thinking that dying with you… would have been better than having to live without you, Rick.” You snap at him.

Rick’s angry eyes softened for a moment at that declaration.

Your heated eyes look up at him. “I love you, Rick O’Connell; we’ve been through hell and high water together. Which means that I’m not going anywhere where you don’t follow, because you’re stuck with me in sickness and in health.”

Rick leaned down then and kissed you. Rick knew he had married a strong woman and in doing so he had married a stubborn one. As much as it worried him that you wouldn’t save yourself if the time came for it, he knew he would happily die beside you if it meant you two could be together in the afterlife.

“I love you, Mrs. O’Connell.” Rick whispered against your lips.

The Queen of the Jungle

When George returned home to the home he shared with his wife, he smiled as he spotted you. You were sitting down as you rubbed your pregnant stomach.

“Home, Beautiful!” George called and you looked up and smiled at your husband. It was rare he ever called you by your actual name. “Beautiful” was the first word he’d ever learned from you, and somewhere along the way the nickname had stuck.

“How is baby?” He asks, his broken English having improved significantly from when you first met him.

“Baby is fine, George.” You assure him.

“How is, Beautiful?” He asks in a follow-up question.

You giggled as he had come over and was now pressing his lips against your forehead. “I’m fine, George.” You say pushing his head back so you could kiss him properly.

“George love Beautiful and Baby.” George admits as you rested your forehead against his.

You smiled as you never thought you’d ever have a man love you as much as George does. To him, you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen; regardless, of how short that list was. But you had fallen for this funny jungle man the moment you’d met him. He was like no other man you’d ever met in “proper” society, it’s probably why you liked him so much.

“Beautiful loves George too.” You admit. George places his hands on your belly and receives a kick on his palm. George looks down at your belly and you placed your hands over his. “I guess Baby would agree.” You say and George couldn’t help but laugh.

After leaving city life behind, life had been kind to you. You had a husband who worshipped you and the ground you walked upon. You had a home in the trees with a view that beat any penthouse view in Manhattan. You were surrounded by animals who treated you like family. You also had a baby on the way, who you knew would be just as kind and big-eyed about life as their father is.

You’d chosen the right man to marry. George wasn’t the man your parents wanted for you, but you didn’t care. He loved you and he made you happy, that should have been enough for them. But you didn’t care what your parents thought of him.