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youβre laughing. i told you a joke and youβre laughing. i love you

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# GARRETT GRAHAM β THE RESERVATION !
MASTERLIST !
001. SUMMARY !
βΆ you make garrett believe he forgot about date night.
002. WARNINGS !
βΆ garrett calls you βhoneyβ. another old tiktok trend.
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Garrett was staying at your dorm after a long day of hockey practice.
It was one of your favourite routines. Heβd show up exhausted, his hair still slightly damp from a post-practice shower, and immediately collapse onto your bed beside you. The two of you would curl up together, pick a movie, and inevitably end up falling asleep halfway through it. Between your classes and his practices, you were usually both too tired to make it to the credits.
But today, you had a different idea.

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Garrett is so sweet and considerate. I just know heβd talk you through it the first time you try to take his massive cock (18+ mdni, fem!reader, piv sex, oral f!rec, v. fingering, size kink, words: 1.2k)
Youβre in Garrettβs bedroom making out, soft music playing in the background to set the mood. His body is heavy over yours as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your bare chest while the post-game celebrations rage on outside his door.
He already has you down to just your panties, a flimsy lace pair that you wore to the party on the off chance you might actually hook up with your long time crush.
Lucky for you.
High Tide | Garrett Graham x Reader
Warning(s): Fluff, mild body insecurity/anxiety, Garrett being an absolute sweetheart.
Can you write for Garrett Graham x reader
Reader is someone who doesn't fall inlove easily. It's not that they don't trust people, its that they need to really know someone before feeling romantic or sexual attraction. Like months of getting to know eachother, real connection needs to form.
So when reader and Garrett start hanging out, she simply just isn't charmed by him. She isn't mean to Garrett, she isn't interested, like she needs to see the man behind the jersey before she can feel. And he needs to know her emotions aren't going to be played with. If you are going to try to romance her, you better be serious and lock in.
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Pairing: Garrett GrahamΒ x Reader
Word Count: 949
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Garrett was used to people being interested in him.
He was not used to people who were not interested in him at all.
Which was exactly why you had become such a problem.
At first, he thought it was funny. You didnβt fawn over him. You didnβt blush every time he walked into the room. You didnβt laugh too quickly at his jokes or act impressed just because he was Garrett Graham and, according to half the campus, supposedly charming enough to get away with anything.
You were polite. Warm, even. Just not dazzled.
And Garrett, who had been functioning on a steady diet of attention and effortless attention-getting for years, found that unsettling in a way he could not stop thinking about.
The first time he tried flirting, you had looked at him over the rim of your drink and said, βYou talk like youβve never had to be serious in your life.β
Heβd actually stopped for a second.
Then, because he was Garrett, heβd laughed. βThat sounded insulting.β
βIt was supposed to be honest.β
Heβd liked that.
A lot.
Now, months later, he was sitting beside you at the hockey house while you worked through a plate of food and he tried, for the fifth time that night, to distract you from your own conversation with Dean and Tucker.
It still was not working.
You were listening to Tucker with actual interest, asking real questions, paying attention to the part of his answer that mattered. Garrett watched the whole thing with growing fascination and a little bit of frustration because it was very clear to him that you were not easy to charm, not easy to impress, and definitely not easy to win over just because he was handsome and persistent.
Which, weirdly, made him want to win you over more.
He leaned in beside you. βYouβre not even looking at me.β
You kept your eyes on Tucker. βShould I be?β
βI think the better question is why arenβt you already.β
That finally got your attention.
You turned toward him with one eyebrow lifted. βYou really think that line works?β
Garrett smiled. βUsually.β
βOn who?β
βPeople with less self-control than you.β
You gave him a look that was equal parts amusement and warning. βYou keep doing that.β
βDoing what?β
βActing like this is some game.β
Garrettβs smile faded just a little.
Not because he was offended.
Because he was listening.
You set your fork down and looked at him properly now, expression calm but serious. βIf youβre trying to get my attention, youβre going to have to do better than being charming.β
Garrett stared at you.
Then he laughed once, quietly. βGood.β
That surprised you. βGood?β
βYeah.β He leaned back in his chair, studying you. βI was hoping youβd say that.β
You frowned. βWhy?β
βBecause I donβt want your attention because Iβm easy to like.β
Your expression changed a little.
He kept going, voice lower now. βI want it because I earned it.β
That made the room go quiet in your head for a second.
Garrett was still watching you, but the usual smugness had slipped away. What was left was direct. Steady. Serious enough to make your stomach feel oddly warm.
βYou mean that?β you asked.
He nodded. βYeah.β
You studied him carefully, as if checking for the joke hidden underneath it. There wasnβt one.
That was the thing about you. You didnβt fall in love easily, and you were not interested in being swept off your feet by someone who had no intention of staying there. You needed time. Consistency. Real conversation. The man behind the jersey, not the jersey itself.
Garrett, annoyingly, had figured that out.
And instead of being put off, he had locked in harder.
βYouβre not going to play with me,β you said quietly.
His face changed immediately. Not hurt. Respectful.
βNo,β he said. βIβm not.β
You held his gaze. βYouβre serious?β
Garrett nodded again. βAs serious as I know how to be.β
That made your chest feel strangely full.
βSo this is you serious?β you asked.
He huffed a quiet laugh. βYeah. Apparently.β
You looked at him for a long second, then asked, βWhat changed?β
His mouth curved, but only a little. βYou.β
That one word landed harder than a whole speech would have.
You blinked.
Garrett saw it and softened. βYou make me want to be better.β
There it was.
Not a line. Not a joke. Not the polished, easy thing he usually gave everybody else.
Just Garrett, stripped down enough to be honest.
You looked down for a second, collecting yourself, then back up. βThatβs not a small thing to say.β
βI know.β
βIβm not easy.β
His expression turned warm. βI know that too.β
You gave a quiet laugh because there was something almost ridiculous in how calmly he was meeting all your boundaries instead of trying to push past them.
Garrett saw the smile and relaxed a little too.
βIβm not asking you to rush,β he said. βIβm asking you to let me keep showing up.β
That made your throat tighten.
You looked at him, and for the first time all night, you could see something clear and solid in his expression that had nothing to do with charm and everything to do with intent.
βOkay,β you said softly.
Garrett blinked once. βOkay?β
βYeah.β You smiled, small but real. βShow up.β
The grin that lit up his face after that was so immediate and so genuine that it nearly undid you on the spot.
βGood,β he said. βBecause I was already planning to.β
You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed.
And Garrett, for the first time in a long time, understood exactly how to keep trying.
Buying her an anklet with my initials cuz it'll look pretty bouncing on my shoulder
Iβm cackling maliciously
But seriously, can these two just leave Lady Autumn alone?

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GARRETT GRAHAM οΉ KISSING TATTOOS.
ft. college!reader.
summary οΉ After a grueling match, Garrett comes back to your dorm all exhausted and all you want is to take care of him. But he loves you too much to not show it back and take care of you too.
cw οΉ fluff hurt/comfort fic!!! <3 fem!reader & exhausted!garrett. established relationship. post-game comfort. tattoos kisses (reader also has a tattoo but no description of it). cuddling. soft kisses. gentle physical affection&emotional intimacy.
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The hockey game had ended almost an hour ago, but you could still hear the echoes of it every time you closed your eyes; the cheering crowd, the pounding of skates against the ice and the deafening roar that had erupted after Briar's winning goal.
Garrett had played the entire game, and by the time he texted you that he was finally heading back to your room to see you, you already knew he'd be exhausted.
So you waited when he got there, giving him space to shower. Curled up on your bed with one of his hoodies hanging off your shoulders, you listened to the sound of the shower running in the attached bathroom. The room smelled faintly like laundry detergent and Garrett's cologne, mixed now with the steam drifting underneath the bathroom door.
A few minutes later, the water stopped, the door opened shortly after. Your eyes immediately lifted from your phone.
Garrett stepped out with damp hair, a towel slung around his neck and a pair of gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. He wasn't wearing a shirt, exposing the broad shoulders and toned chest that countless girls on campus openly admired. But what caught your attention, though, wasn't any of that; it was how tired he looked, completely drained after this match.
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Okay so these two songs could easily be an angsty complicated relationship with Azriel or maybe Garret since I'm in my off campus era lol

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Rhysand and Feyre fanart that I just finished!
sex position: you, sitting on your throne. me, standing behind you, resting my arm on the back of your throne and sniling so sneetly at your ministers like i have any right to be there