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no promises | garrett graham ✶

summary: in which garrett spends an entire night spiralling because he’s convinced beau maxwell is your boyfriend.

pairing: garrett graham x fem!reader

notes: hi!! i hope you're all well. thank you so much for your request, this was so fun for me to write (i love jealous garrett!!) i hope you enjoy <3 🤭 💌

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garrett knows something is wrong the second beau walks through the front door. not because beau is late, beau is always late.

not because the hockey house is packed beyond capacity following a friday night win, it always is.

definitely not because logan is currently laughing so hard he can barely breathe while tucker tries to explain why balancing an empty beer bottle on the ceiling fan had seemed like a good idea.

all of that is normal. what isn’t normal is the girl standing beside beau.

you.

garrett’s entire body goes still. one second he’s half-listening to logan talk, the next he can’t hear a fucking thing.

because it’s you, standing beside beau, laughing. your head is tipped slightly backward, your hand resting lightly against his arm, the contact comfortable, familiar, easy.

the sight hits him so hard it genuinely feels physical. you weren’t supposed to be here. not tonight, not with beau, especially not with beau.

for one brief moment, all garrett feels is surprise, pure disbelief. none of this makes sense.

how do you know beau?

why are you here with him?

why are you smiling at him like that?

garrett watches as beau’s hand settles against the small of your back. surprise immediately becomes something else, something sharp, hot, ugly.

the action, although small, doesn’t look casual. it doesn’t look new. it doesn’t even look uncertain.

it looks familiar, natural. the kind of familiarity that only comes from history. suddenly he feels sick, the two of you look exactly like a couple.

“holy shit.”

logan follows his gaze immediately. he spots you, and a small grin immediately graces his features.

“that’s her?”

“logan-"

“that’s the girl?”

garrett drains half his beer, mostly because it’s either that or throw it directly at his best friends head. “you know,” logan says easily, “for a guy who insisted this was casual, you look dangerously close to punching something.”

garrett doesn’t answer, because the thing is, he shouldn’t be angry. he knows that.

you aren’t his girlfriend, the two of you have never been official, never had labels, never had dates, never had any conversation about where this undescribed 'thing' between you both was heading.

one agreement, one simple rule. no seeing other people.

that was it.

now he’s standing here aimlessly, barely hearing the conversation around him. all he can focus on is you.

you and beau moving closer through the crowd, talking quietly between yourselves like you exist in your own little orbit.

beau’s hand resting against the small of your back like it belongs there. garrett’s chest tightens, he can’t help but wonder if you’ve been breaking that rule this whole time.

“guys.” beau reaches them first, his arm slipping away from your back.

garrett breathes a small sigh of relief.

“this is y/n.”

you smile. it's warm, easy. the exact smile garrett spent most of last tuesday trying to kiss off your face.

his stomach drops once more. that’s the other problem, you weren’t some random hookup, not anymore. maybe once, months ago, before things got complicated. before you started leaving spare hair ties in his room, before he learned exactly how you took your coffee, before he started waking up reaching for you automatically.

before he realised he was absolutely fucked.

“hi.” you wave.

logan immediately points at himself, “logan," followed by tucker, "i'm tucker.”

“nice to meet you both.” your laugh follows.

garrett knows that laugh. he knows exactly what it sounds like at midnight, exactly what it sounds like when you’re trying not to smile, exactly what it sounds like when you’re underneath-

“garrett.”

his thoughts stop immediately. your eyes find his, and your entire expression softens, just slightly, enough that nobody else would notice.

nobody except him. after all, he’s spent months memorising every version of your face.

“hi.”

the smile you give him is different. smaller yet warmer, more familiar. you walk straight towards him and before he can think, your arms are wrapping around his shoulders.

the hug is brief, completely normal, except nothing about it feels normal to him. garrett knows exactly how your body fits against his, knows exactly what perfume you’re wearing, knows exactly how many nights he’s spent with his face buried against your neck.

his hands settle instinctively against your waist. for a second neither of you move, just long enough for your eyes to meet when you pull back. long enough for something unspoken to pass between you, but you weren't sure if it was recognition or confusion.

maybe both.

beau appears beside you and the moment disappears.

“you guys know each other?” beau asks.

you respond simply. “kind of".

the words come out easy, almost as though they had been rehearsed.

kind of.

garrett almost laughs.

kind of.

as if he hadn’t spent half his week tangled up with you in his bed. as if he didn’t know exactly how you looked first thing in the morning. as if he didn’t know the sleepy sound you make when he pulls you closer, pressing your body into his chest.

kind of. yeah, sure.

beau doesn’t notice anything. if he does, he doesn’t show it. he just grins, “y/n and i go way back.” his arm drapes around your shoulders easily, casually, like it belongs there.

garrett hates how instantly his jaw tightens. you roll your eyes. “i've been putting up with beau for way too long."

beau grins in response, “and yet you still adore me.”

you snort. “debatable.”

beau laughs at your comment, squeezing your shoulder gently before pulling you into his side. the action is effortless, casual, like touching you is second nature to him.

everyone laughs, everyone except garrett. all he can think about is the way beau touches you like it’s instinct, and how badly he hates watching it. he tells himself to get a grip, to stop reading into things, to stop spiralling.

the kitchen however, is what finally does him in.

garrett is halfway through another beer, leaning against the counter and pretending not to watch you from across the room, when beau suddenly appears beside him.

he heads straight for the fridge, opens it, stares, closes it, before opening it again. garrett already doesn’t like where this is going. beau glances over, gaze landing on him. “question.”

garrett’s voice is flat. “yeah?”

beau keeps staring into the fridge. “what does y/n usually drink, do you know?”

everything inside garrett immediately stills. beau doesn’t notice, still scanning shelves. “she keeps stealing mine.”

logan appears in the kitchen like he can smell chaos, interested immediately.

“ah. very romantic of you, maxwell.”

beau doesn’t even look at him, however he huffs a quick laugh. “fuck off, logan.” he keeps searching, then grabs two random bottles before holding them up. “which one?”

garrett stares, his jaw tightens. the question shouldn’t bother him, yet somehow it does.

how the hell does beau not know?

if the two of you are this close, if he's touching you like that, if you’re glued to each other all night.

how does he not know something that simple?

how does he not know your favourite drink?

beau lifts a brow. “g?”

garrett doesn’t even think. “neither.”

beau blinks, logan slowly turns, a grin already forming across his features in clear amusement. garrett pushes off the counter, walking towards the hockey house fridge.

he opens it, reaching towards the very back. tucked behind everything else, hidden where no one ever bothers looking, your favourite drink.

the exact one.

the one he started keeping stocked because every time you came over, you stole one. the one you once declared was “objectively superior” to every other drink in existence. the one nobody else in this house touches, because no one else even knows it’s there.

garrett grabs it, turns, and hands it to beau. the movement is automatic, instinctive.

the second the bottle leaves his hand, he realises his mistake. beau looks down at the drink, then back at garrett, slowly.

“…thanks.”

logan’s grin turns downright evil, because suddenly everyone in this kitchen is thinking the exact same thing.

how the hell does garrett know that?

and all garrett can think is, how the hell doesn’t beau?

it gets worse, so much worse.

throughout the course of the night beau fails to leave your side. everywhere garrett looks there you are, sitting beside him, laughing with him, talking to him, sharing food with him.

every single interaction feels like another punch to the ribs. none of it looks awkward, none of it looks new.

it looks real, established, comfortable.

garrett keeps finding himself wondering the same thing.

how long?

how long has this been like this?

how long have you and beau been this close?

why the hell had you never mentioned him?

the questions keep circling. louder, meaner, more irrational. the more he watches throughout the night, the worse it gets.

other people start noticing you too, guys, specifically. garrett notices every single one. every wandering stare, every double take, every moment someone looks a little too long.

your outfit doesn’t help. not because it’s revealing, simply because it’s you. you look good in everything, always have.

you’ve always had this unfair ability to look good in everything. effortless, natural, like you don’t even realise what you do to people.

tonight your outfit is simple. jeans, a tiny top, and your hair loose around your shoulders, skin warm and glowing beneath the low lighting.

you look beautiful without even trying.

one guy lingers too long when you pass through the kitchen, another openly checks you out when you laugh near the couch. garrett feels something dark twist in his chest.

ugly, possessive, protective.

the thing is, he knows you. he knows how naturally warm you are, how friendly you are, how easily you smile at people, how you always assume the best in everyone, and how painfully oblivious you can be when someone’s flirting with you.

suddenly he feels hyperaware of every person around you, especially beau.

beau is always near, always beside you, always close enough to touch. garrett hates how much that bothers him. he knows beau, he trusts him, yet that somehow doesn’t make this any easier. trusting beau doesn’t magically stop the ugly jealousy curling in his stomach every time he touches you.

the music changes, the entire house erupts. a louder song, one everyone knows. half the room immediately starts yelling the lyrics. people start jumping, laughing, shouting.

the energy shifts instantly, and beau turns to you with a grin.

“c’mon.”

you laugh immediately. “beau-”

too late. he’s already grabbing your hand, pulling you towards the middle of the living room.

garrett goes still, completely still, like his entire body has forgotten how to function. beau’s hands settle on your waist, and your hands land on his shoulders.

the air leaves garrett’s lungs, actually leaves. his grip on the plastic cup tightens hard enough it bends beneath his fingers.

you’re laughing, dancing, moving easily with him.

close, too close.

the worst part, is how natural it looks. like this is normal, like beau touching you is normal, like your body already knows exactly how to move with his.

logan appears beside him again. “uh oh.” garrett doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away. “i don't want to hear it man.” logan watches for another second, then mutters, almost impressed. “jesus.”

garrett’s voice is low, dangerously flat. “what?”

logan glances sideways at him, then back at you. “you’re jealous.”

garrett doesn’t answer because jealousy feels too simple of a word for whatever this is.

this feels meaner, sharper, hotter. this feels like watching someone else touch something his body already knows by memory. garrett knows your waist. he knows exactly how it feels beneath his hands, knows how perfectly you fit against him. he knows exactly what sound you make when he kisses the sensitive spot below your ear.

now beau is touching you like he has every right. garrett hates it. he simply hates it.

someone bumps into you from behind, hard enough that you stumble. garrett moves before he even thinks, his body reacting entirely on instinct, heart slamming against his ribs. much to his dismay however, beau catches you first, his hands firm on your waist, steadying you instantly.

you laugh breathlessly. “i’m okay.”

garrett stops dead, heart pounding. the guy who bumped you barely glances back, just simply keeps moving.

he doesn’t apologise, and something cold settles in garrett’s chest. all he can think about is how much worse that could've been. how crowded the hockey house is, how many drunk idiots are around, how many people are watching you.

how much he hates it.

a few minutes later, beau has wandered off, disappearing somewhere into the crowd for drinks or to talk to someone across the room.

garrett tells himself not to look for you, he lasts maybe thirty seconds. then he sees him, some guy approaching you. he's confident, smirking. he watches on as he says something to you. you smile politely, say something back. garrett’s entire body goes rigid, logan sees it too. “oh no.”

the guy steps closer, too close.

your smile falters slightly, barely, so small most people wouldn’t catch it. garrett does, because he knows you, he knows that expression, knows the tiny hesitation, the subtle discomfort, the way you’re trying to be polite instead of rude.

something inside of him snaps. he's moving before anyone can stop him, before logic can catch up, before pride can remind him that this is a terrible idea.

three strides. that’s all it takes, straight through the crowd, straight towards you. the guy is mid-sentence when garrett steps in directly between you, broad shoulders blocking the other man completely. the movement is so fast it makes you suck in a small breath behind him.

the guy blinks, completely caught off guard. garrett’s voice is calm, too calm, the dangerous kind.

“she’s with me.”

silence.

behind him, he feels you freeze. the guy looks irritated. “relax, man. we were talking.”

garrett doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, doesn’t soften. “conversation’s over.”

the guy stares. looks garrett up and down, calculates very quickly, before clearly deciding it isn't worth it. he mutters something under his breath before disappearing into the crowd.

garrett doesn’t move until he’s gone, only then does he exhale, slowly.

his pulse is still racing, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, because you’re behind him, because beau is now staring, because this has officially gone too far.

he doesn’t care. he turns.

you’re staring at him. completely wide-eyed, surprised, confused.

beau is too. he's watching carefully now, his easy expression gone, because even he can tell something is happening here.

garrett knows, he’s seconds away from saying something he can’t take back. he looks down at you, and somehow, now that you’re this close, everything feels worse.

he knows this face, knows the tiny crease between your brows when you’re confused, knows the softness in your eyes when you look at him late at night, knows what it feels like when that expression melts into something softer in his arms.

his chest rises too fast, his jaw tight.

your voice comes out quiet, soft. “garrett…”

there’s concern there now, confusion too. “what’s wrong?”

that almost undoes him, because you genuinely don’t know. you genuinely have no idea what you’ve done to him tonight. garrett laughs once, short, humourless. you watch as he drags a hand through his hair, his pulse still hammering.

he looks at beau, then back at you. his voice drops. low, raw, honest.

“what exactly is going on here?”

you blink, confusion gracing your features. “what?”

garrett gestures vaguely between you and beau, his frustration finally cracking through. “this.”

your brows pull together. “this?”

“yes, this.” his voice sharpens slightly, not angry at you, just overwhelmed, frustrated.

“you show up here with beau.”

your confusion only deepens. garrett continues.

“he walks in with his hand on your back.”

his eyes lock onto yours.

“you’ve spent the entire night glued to his side.”

his jaw tightens. “you’re dancing with him.”

you stare, still not seeming to understand. somehow that makes garrett spiral harder.

because how do you not see this?

how do you not realise what this looks like?

his voice drops lower, quieter, almost dangerous in how controlled it is.

“you never told me you and beau were this close, y/n.”

that lands. you freeze. realisation slowly starts dawning across your features.

“oh.”

garrett lets out a hollow laugh.

“yeah. oh.”

your mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.

“garrett-”

he cuts in.

“just answer me.”

his gaze doesn’t leave yours.

“what is he to you?”

silence. three seconds. four.

your expression changes. confusion disappears, realisation slams in, then shock. you laugh. garrett stares, clearly annoyed, hurt.

“this isn’t funny, y/n.”

beau’s eyes widen. he looks at you, then garrett, and finally, he understands.

an amused grin breaks across his features. “oh my god.”

you immediately flush. “beau.”

beau looks delighted, actually delighted.

“no way.” he points between the both of you, repeating himself. “no way.”

garrett’s patience is hanging by a thread. “what?”

beau looks at him, still grinning, clearly amused by the entire situation unfolding before him.

“you think y/n and i are together?”

silence. garrett says nothing, which is an answer in itself.

beau bursts out laughing, full-body laughter, actually bent over. you cover your face, mortified. “oh my god.”

garrett just stands there, completely unimpressed, trying to make sense of beau's reaction.

beau wipes at his face, still laughing. “g.” he points at himself, “she’s family.”

garrett’s expression doesn’t change. beau snorts, “no, literally.”

your voice comes out muffled behind your hands. “we grew up together.”

beau grins. “our moms have been best friends forever.” he gestures between you both. “she’s been attached to my side since we were like, six.”

you lower your hands slightly, still blushing, your cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson red. “beau’s basically my brother.”

garrett blinks. once, twice. the jealousy, the anger, the panic. it all evaporates so fast, it almost gives him whiplash. relief crashes into him so hard his knees nearly fall weak.

beau isn’t your boyfriend, you weren’t hiding another relationship, you weren’t breaking your one rule.

you’re still his. or at least as much his as you’ve ever been.

that thought alone sends something warm and overwhelming through his chest. after a few seconds beau’s grin turns downright evil, because now he’s noticing something else.

his gaze flicks between both of you, then narrows.

“oh.”

your head snaps toward him, immediate panic. “no.”

beau points directly at garrett, then at you, a slow smile spreading across his features. “oh, this is good.”

you already look horrified. “beau, don’t.”

beau ignores you completely, eyes locked on garrett. “you’re the guy.”

garrett nearly stops breathing, you close your eyes. “please stop talking.”

beau looks thrilled. “no fucking way. this is-"

"you're the guy. oh this is incredible."

you groan. “can you please-”

beau cuts you off. “she talks about you.”

your face burns. “beau.”

“a lot.”

“beau!"

garrett hasn’t moved, hasn’t spoken. all he can do is stare at you, at your flushed cheeks, your obvious embarrassment, the way you can’t meet his eyes.

all he feels is relief. warm, overwhelming. it settles deep in his chest, loosening something painfully tight that had been wound there all night. his voice is quieter when he finally speaks, low enough that only you can hear.

“you talk about me?”

you peek at him, still embarrassed.

“…no.”

beau laughs. “she absolutely does.”

garrett’s mouth finally curves, small, real. it's the first genuine smile he's given all night. he steps towards you. slowly, deliberately, like the rest of the room no longer exists.

he's close enough that the space between you disappears.

you feel yourself nearly stop breathing. his hand settles against your waist instictively, like it belongs there, like it’s always belonged there. your breath catches, his thumb brushes once against your side, the action intimate enough to make heat crawl up your neck.

his gaze softens, only for you, and suddenly he looks exhausted. relieved, wrecked, all at once. “you have any idea how insane you made me tonight?”

your cheeks burn. “garrett-”

his forehead nearly brushes yours now. his voice low, protective, possessive, gentle. “i spent the last two hours trying not to lose my mind watching guys stare at you.”

your pulse jumps, his hand tightens slightly at your waist.

“and beau touching you all night?” he exhales, shakes his head once, almost laughing at himself now, like he can't believe how badly he lost his mind over this.

“i was two seconds away from doing something stupid, baby.”

the nickname lands between you like something tangible. garrett doesn’t call you that, not really, not often.

if anything, he usually says your name, or nothing at all. most of the time he just looks at you in that quiet, intense way of his and somehow that says enough.

so hearing it now, hearing baby in that low, rough voice, so gentle, so instinctive, like it slipped out without him even realising, hits you harder than it should.

you stare up at him, speechless. suddenly everything clicks into place.

the tension, the jealousy, the protectiveness, all of it.

your voice comes out small, soft, almost disbelieving. “…you were jealous?”

garrett lets out a quiet laugh. his eyes don’t leave yours. “jealous doesn’t even begin to cover it, y/n.”

his expression softens even more. “you should’ve told me.”

your voice is barely above a whisper. “…i didn’t think it mattered.”

garrett gives a quiet huff of disbelief. “of course it mattered.” his eyes flick briefly to beau, then back to you, and his voice drops. quiet certainty.

“you’re coming with me.”

not harsh, not demanding, just firm, like he needs five minutes alone with you before he completely loses his mind. your heart pounds, because suddenly beau is grinning.

none of it matters, because all you can see is garrett. his hand in yours, his expression, the way he’s looking at you like you’ve just undone him.

when his fingers slide between yours, you go without hesitation.

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₊ ֹ ˖ LATE NIGHT SNACKING WITH BF!GARRETT ᱺㅤㅤ ୨౿

he’s fucked you so good it feels like you’ve just gone through a three hour workout session. you’re sprawled on his bed, his whole weight pressed on top of you, when your stomach clearly didn’t get the memo and lets out a loud grumble.

“you hungry?”

“a little.” you nod, a little breathless. his expression softens instantly, thumb brushing gently over your cheek. “say less. your favorite, yeah?”

which is what brings you both into the kitchen at one in the morning.

he’s quietly whipping up the ingredients for your favorite cinnamon pancakes, trying not to wake the others, while you sit on the counter beside him, a bowl of strawberries balanced between your legs. you bite into one, watching—no, openly admiring—your very attractive boyfriend.

soon-to-be husband, if he keeps this gentleman act up.

the whole “being quiet” thing fails miserably because garrett can’t help cracking dumb jokes and throwing in terrible pickup lines. you laugh way too loud, and he uses it as an excuse to kiss you just to shut you up.

“can you get me the chocolate chips, please?” he mumbles, focused adorably on mixing the dry with the wet ingredients.

you reach into the drawer next to you and hand them over. he leans in to peck your lips in return. “thank you, baby.”

“mhm.”

while waiting for the pancakes to cook, he stands between your legs as you feed him strawberries, rewarding you each time with a soft kiss.

who knew garret “i-don’t-do-girlfriends” graham would be standing in a dimly lit kitchen, hand-feeding his girl pancakes he made from scratch at one in the morning without a single complaint—kissing the syrup off her lips after every bite, making her giggle hysterically. the kind of giggle that makes him grin so wide, looking at her like she’s the only girl in the world.

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finelinevogue

edge of the earth

summary - the off campus house is having a party but you're not feeling it. luckily your boyfriend lives there and so you retreat to his bedroom (your safe space)

pairing - garrett graham x reader

word count - 3.7k

You let out a snicker as Garrett kissed your neck.

Both of you were cuddled up on the sofa of the off campus house - Garrett’s all-but suffocating yours.

“You know, it deflates a man’s ego if you laugh when he’s trying to be romantic.” His face was buried against your neck, making you giggle even more as his breath tickled your skin.

You knew he was only messing with you, but for the sake of his ‘man’s ego’ you tried your best to compose yourself.

“Sorry.” You smiled.

You reached your hands to cup his jaw, bringing his face up to meet yours. His gaze darkened as he looked at your lips.

“No you’re not.”

Garrett’s body sunk into yours as he kissed your already fucked-looking lips.

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LOVING TOUCHING SQUEEZING !

pairing : garrett graham john logan dean di laurentis john tucker beau maxwell allie hayes hannah wells x 𝒇 ! reader

𝗢𝗥 𓈒 𓈒 randomly stuffing your face in their neck

contains : established relationship physical touch kissing dean’s could be seen as suggestive gif credits to @alliecathayes 𝘄 ｡ 2902

luwritesstuff

birthday wish

Garrett Graham x childhood bestie!reader

wc: 1.4k

notes: pure fluff, no use of y/n, birthday boy garrett graham is a sap

For as long as you could remember, you had a personal cheerleader in the form of Garrett Graham by your side. He taught you how to ride a bike and ice skate and by the time the two of you reached high school, you were practically fearless. Not because the world didn't scare you, but because you knew whatever happened, Garrett would be there to catch you. He was there when your first boyfriend dumped you (he was also at said ex boyfriend’s house giving him a black eye a week later) and he was there teaching you to drive stick when you got your drivers license.

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best friends don't call each other baby ! garrett graham x childhoodbestfriend!reader

summary.ᐟ when your new roommate observes your 'friendship' with hockey captain garrett graham, she can't help but think your relationship with your childhood best friend is more than platonic

notes.ᐟ 2 year age gap (garrett is a junior and reader is a freshman) occ as garrett didn't go to boarding school (whoops!)

"Jesus, women. Is there anything left in your house or did you pack it all?"

You turn to look at your bestfriend, your eye's shifting down to the brown cardboard box he was lifting up into his arms. The box was nearly busting at the corners, threatening to break at any moment from the sheer weight of its contents.

"G, be careful. That ones really heavy" You gasped, reading the 'books' label you had scrawled onto the side during packing.

Your concern didn't phase him, Garrett not even bothering to look over at your dramatic expression.

"It's fine, baby. I got it" He spoke, rolling his eyes as he shifted the heavy box into one arm before reaching up to close the trunk of his jeep.

You huffed in reply, your eyes drifting down to his arms before you could consciously register it. His biceps strained against the fabric of his t-shirt, looking as if the fabric could rip at any moment at the sheer size of his arms. His tan skin glowed under the sun, the box you had to get your mother to help you lift seeming as if it weighed nothing to him as he held it with only one arm.

The sound of the trunk door closing snapped you back into consciousness, silently cursing at yourself for checking out the boy you had been best friends with since the in 1st grade. Thankfully, Garrett didn't seem to notice your clear ogling.

"Ok, We should only have to do one more round after this" He said, referencing to the fact you only had two more boxes of stuff left to bring up to your dorm.

You nodded in reply, your arms wrapping around your own cardboard box you were holding. One admittedly much smaller and much lighter in comparison to the one Garrett had.

He looked at you for a moment to make sure you were ready before he began leading you to your dorm building.

Garrett was two years older than you, being a junior while you were just a freshman at college. Meaning that he knew his way around Briar while you were still currently clueless on the layout of campus.

The age gap between you never bothered you and Garrett much, until it meant he was going to college while you stayed stuck in your hometown.

Saying it was a shock to your system would be an understatement, going from living a few doors away from Garrett to him moving hours away to Briar U.

But, the distance didn't mean he let you go, even though a small part of you thought the second he went to college he would forget about you.

He called you multiple times a week, staying on the phone with you for hours while you updated each other on your lives until you eventually dosed off on facetime. Thankfully, Garrett also came home to visit during the year. Once whispering to you as he fell asleep in your arms that he only came to see you, and not his father or friends from highschool.

You really didn't plan on going to Briar U.

I mean sure, you would have loved to ended up here because of Garrett, but he isn't the reason you ended up enrolling.

Ok, maybe his presence had a little, tiny influence on your decision to apply in the first place

However, you had received a full ride scholarship to Briar. And you knew you couldn't pass up on it, refusing to burden your Mom with college fees she would refuse to let you get student loans for.

Garrett almost squeezed you to death when you told him about your enrolment, hugging you so tight you could barely breathe.

Although he strongly, strongly encourage your apply to Briar, he would never admit to you how much he wanted you here, knowing this decision was yours to make without his influence.

Garrett had drove back home the night before the day you were moving to Briar to help out. Despite your insistence that it was definitely not necessary, he didn't budge, arriving to your house with his signature grin slapped across his face as he told you how excited he was for you to be with him at Briar.

Both his and your mom's car was packed to the brim with boxes, both of them rolling their eyes at your obvious overpacking.

Garrett wiped the tears that rolled down your face as you said goodbye to your Mom, you insisting that she didn't have to stay to unpack the rest of your things from Garrets car as you knew more time would only make the goodbye worse.

You were now trudging up the stairs to your dorm, your legs embarrassingly sore from having to go up and down them all morning.

"Garrett, you really didn't have to do this" You huffed as you finally reached your level and began walking beside Garrett who had been a few steps infront of you.

"What are you talking about?" He responded dumbfounded, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.

"Help me move in. You've been lugging boxes upstairs all day, and you start classes tomorrow as well. Go home, please" You sighed, feeling terrible guilt about him helping you all morning and having to drive hours to and from campus.

"First of all, Rude. And that's stupid, of course i'm gonna help you. Now shush" Garrett replied, shutting down your unnecessary worry and pushing the door to your dorm open.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, deep down relieved he truely wanted to help and didn't just feel obligated to. Because, knowing Garrett, he would have just said so.

Your eyes drifted into the expanse of your dorm room, boxes filling your side of the dorm as the other half lay bare. Due to it being the morning, you knew your roommate probably wouldn't arrive till mid-day, about an hour from now.

Garrett closed the door behind you as you drifted in, placing the box you were holding down on your bed. He followed closely behind you in your actions, effortlessly placing the heavy box he had onto your draw.

He swiftly waltz over to you, standing behind you at your position stood at the foot of the bed. Bringing his hands to wrap around you at your waist, he held you close to his body as his head dipped to your shoulders, burying closely into the crook of your neck.

It was the night of your sixteen birthday party that you first noticed you and Garrett acted in a way that was closer than being solely friends.

He stared closely at you as you blew out your candles, his normally stubborn and blank face cracking into a grin and a twinkle in his eyes. He held you close in his arms as you two were hidden away in the corner of the room away from your guests, tucking your hair behind your ear and kissing you tenderly on the crown of your head.

It was only when your friends observed your actions with Garrett that you first noticed this was more than what childhood friends do. You denied their comments to the grave that you were more than friends.

Because you genuinely believed it, oblivious to the fact that you two acted like more of a couple than anything.

"Who brings books to college?" He teased, observing the label that was scrawled onto the cardboard, remembering the other 'textbooks and assigned reading' box he had lugged up earlier, signalling these books were simply for pleasure.

You could feel his breathe littering goosebumps on your skin, his teasing intertwined with soft chuckle that make his words vibrate onto your skin.

Ignoring his smartass comment, you turned around in his arms to look up at him, his dark curls creating what looked like a halo around his head. His hands didn't move from your body of course, only shifting slightly to lay warm around your waist once again, his hands pressing against you as he caged you into him.

He only brought you impossibly closer to his frame as you rested your head into his chest, sighing into his black shirt as he brought his head down to rest atop of yours. Your hands now wrapped around as well, feeling how his back muscles rippled against your palms.

"I'm so fucking glad your here with me now" His voice was almost a whisper, filled with relief. You could feel his lips press against the top of your head as he placed a tender kiss upon your hair.

You lifted your head to look up at him, finding his eyes filled with adoration swimming in the dark brown of his irises.

"Me too, G. Missed you" You replied softly, always quick with your the admittance of your feelings.

His lips up turned into a smile at your comment, bringing a hand up to your face and cupping your cheek, dragging his thumb softly up and down on your skin.

A soft silence fell around you as you rested in each others arms, a sense of relief filling you both at being together again.

"Ok, gonna go get the last boxes. You stay here, yeah?" While the words Garrett said left his mouth like a question, you knew it really wasnt.

You nodded at his words, untangling yourself from his arms and watching him grin at you once more before opening the door and striding out.

The room felt cold without his presence, the white bareness of your sterile dorm becoming more clear to you now.

Softly peeling off the tape off one cardboard box, you lifted your folded sheets up and placed them on the desk. Your fingers softly smoothed the light pink fabric, dainty flowers decorating the sheet.

After a few minutes, more than it should have probably taken you, you had got all of your boxes off your bed, reaching over to grab your matress cover.

The sound of your turn knob turning rang through your ears, the door creaking softly as it was pushed open.

Instead of Garrett returning, a girl stood in the door, holding an overflowing box and a suitcase handle in another. She squealed excitedly as she almost ran into the room, placing the box down on the bed on the other side of the room and dropping the suitcase to the floor.

"You're my roomate!" She said joyfully, pulling you into a tight hug before you could process it.

"I am!" You replied, laughing softly as you hugged her back.

She pulled back, looking at you. "And you're so pretty! We are gonna have the best year"

You smiled at her compliment, happiness flooding through you that you're roomate you were nervous about meeting was so kind.

"It's so nice to meet you" You exclaimed, introducing yourself with your name.

"You too! I'm Phoebe" She replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"I got here a bit earlier so i just put my stuff down on a random side, but we can totally switch if you want" You said, Phoebe replying instantly with a shake of her head "It's ok, i don't mind"

You two began to chat as you floated to either side of your room, eventually making no progress in packing and sitting together on your bed.

You learned that she lived only a couple of hours away from Briar, and her parents were crying so much this morning she sent them on a mindless task to the administration office so she could have a moment of peace.

You laughed at her bluntness, but was interrupted shortly after by the door of your room opening once more.

"Baby, we really gotta talk about your hoarding tendancies-" Garrett started, his voice floating into the room before he cut himself off at noticing your roomate had arrived.

You jumped up at his arrival, watching as he stood awkwardly in the doorframe, the last two boxes in his arms.

"Oh! Phoebe, this is Garrett. Garrett, this is my new roommate, Phoebe." You said, drifting over to stand near Garrett's side as you introduced one another.

"Hello" Garrett said shortly, barely polite as he came back to your side after placing the boxes on your desk.

"Hi" Phoebe replied, waving at him softly with her hand

"He's just helping me move in" You started, breaking the heavy silence "I promise you he will not be in here often" Garrett rolled your eyes at your comment, knowing you didn't want to make your new roommate uncomfortable with the thought of him always lurking in your dorm.

She laughed at your comment, walking over to her suitcase and packing more things into her draws.

"I'm just gonna walk him out, be back in a sec" You said, grabbing Garrett's hand as Phoebe replied with a wave of her hand to signal 'no worries' as she continued unpacking.

The door of your room shut with a click as closed it, turning to Garrett infront of you.

"Isn't she so nice! I'm so relieved." You exclaimed to him.

He nodded at your comment, reaching down to your other hand so he was not holding both infront of him. "See, i told you. Didn't need to be so worried" His voice calm as always.

Whenever you were around Garrett, you noticed he always needed to be touching you in some way. Whether it was simply holding your hand, resting his palm on your lower back, or holding you in his arms.

He watched as your lashes fluttered softly against your cheek as you blinked, your smile so radiant he thought it would probably put literal angels from the heavens above to shame.

Your eyes floated down to his watch, reading the time and sighing to yourself. "Garrett, you're late to practice."

"Nah, can't be late. They don't start without me" He quipped, your eyes rolling at his arrogance.

"Thank you" You said softly, pulling him into a hug that he gladly reciprocated, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame.

"For what baby?" He replied, the less than casual but ordinary nickname rolling off his tounge smoothly

"For helping me. For being there for me, always" You breathed out, refusing to look at him as you spoke.

You felt his his hand come down to your face, bringing his finger under your chin and tilting your head to look up at him.

"Hey, don't do that. Don't thank me for that" He whispered, his voice soft and sincere.

Garrett brought his face down to yours, resting a searing kiss onto your forehead. "Always be there for you"

You smiled softly at his words "You're the best bestfriend a girl could ask for G"

His body tensed under yours so subtly you didn't notice, a soft "Yeah" falling from his lips at your words

"Ok, go to practice now please Mr. Graham" You said, jokingly pushing him away, oblivous to how his face had fallen slightly at your words.

"Call me later, okay? Need to know you're all good" Garrett said, you nodding softly at his comment.

"See you, Baby." He said, walking away as you replied with a small bye, watching as he neared the end of your hallway before taking one look back at you and grinning.

You found yourself sighed at the interaction, bringing your hand up to the doorknob of your room and walking in before shutting the door behind you.

"You know Garrett Graham!?" Phoebe almost shrieked, all composure from before dissipating as her tone made you jump in surprise.

You laughed, slightly shocked "You know Garrett Graham?" You mimiced back, only your tone was one of genuine confusion.

"Uh, Duh. Of course i know Garrett Graham. I don't think there's one person at Briar who doesn't. I think i saw almost 10 posters of him walking in to campus today alone" Phoebe said

You knew how popular Garrett was. It had been like that since Middle school. People parting way for him in a crowd, whispers as he walked past, eyes glued to him for no apparent reason anywhere he went.

It wasn't any different at Briar. Especially since Garrett was the captain of the Division I Hockey Team, and had a grin that could make your knees lock and your heart beat out of your chest.

You noticed the way girls watched him as he walked through the hallway of your dorm building. Conversations that had stopped the second he walked past, but never taking his eyes off of you to notice.

"Oh, right. Yes." You replied, not knowing what to say in the moment. Phoebe's face quickly morphed into one of horror before she replied in a ramble. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry, that was weird to say. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"

"No, no. It's fine" You replied in earnest, laughing softly to lighten the mood.

"I'm just in shock that my roommate is dating Garrett Graham" She said, genuine in her words as turned back around from standing in front of you.

You nearly spit out your metaphorical drink at her words, your eyes widening. "Oh, um. Garrett's definitely not my boyfriend."

Phoebe quickly turned at your words, her face written with confusion. "Shit, sorry. I shouldn't have assumed" She said honestly, cursing herself for saying another thing that probably offended you.

"No worries, we're just close friends. We've known each other since we were little"

Her eyes glinted curiously at your words, raising an eyebrow but not saying anything more.

You squinted your eyes at her expression "What?" You asked, dumbfounded.

Phoebe looked at you more seriously now, staring at you as if she were looking into your soul. "Sweetheart" She started, a mischievous, knowing look on her face.

"Best friends don't call each other baby."

kooksandpearls

garrett graham ❄︎ proper lunch.

pairing – garrett graham x nursing student!reader summary – between wound reviews, vaccination clinics, asthma education, and stolen lunch breaks, garrett makes sure his girlfriend gets fed and reminded how good she is. warnings – medical placement, primary care setting, vaccination clinic mention, wound care mention, asthma review, food/eating. notes from me – MY SWEET DOMESTIC BABIES HOW I LOVE THEM!! based on these requests combined! thank you babes! word count – 3.1k

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Monday

By twelve-thirty, the medical centre has already taught her three important things: the blood pressure machine in room four lies, children can sense fear more accurately than most diagnostic equipment, and nobody working in primary care gets to eat lunch at the time written on the roster.

She comes out through the side entrance at twelve forty-seven with her scrub top pulling strangely beneath her cardigan, one pocket weighted down by three pens, a folded observation sheet and a tiny glittery sticker she’d found stuck to her elbow after the morning vaccination clinic.

The air outside is cold enough to make the inside of her nose sting. Garrett’s already sitting on the little bench beside the staff car park, one ankle resting over his opposite knee, a paper takeaway bag tucked between his shoes and his phone loose in one hand.

He looks up before the door has finished closing behind her. The change happens quickly, his attention lifting away from the screen and landing fully on her like he hasn’t spent the last twenty minutes surrounded by traffic, bare winter trees and a medical centre sign advertising flu shots. “Hey, baby.”

lacyydollette

TEXTS BETWEEN BF!GARRETT GRAHAM X READER

ANGEL (💭) : some inspo for the texts were taken from pinterest. suggestive language & swearing ahead.

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𓏲⋆ TELLING THE OFF CAMPUS BOYS TO GET ON THEIR KNEES WHEN THEY ASK FOR SOMETHING ( cw: suggestive/explicit dialogue & topics, no smut )

DEAN DI LAURENTIS

“Babe,” he whined, “Baaaabe.”

You turned around from the stove, facing your annoying boyfriend.

He knew it got on your nerves when he stood behind you while you were cooking. Especially when he whined the whole time.

So when he asked, “Can I taste test it?” you didn’t immediately shut him down like you normally did.

No, instead you said, “If you get down on your knees and ask, maybe I’ll consider it.”

Why you didn’t expect him to actually do it? Who knows.

He was down on his knees within seconds, his hands pawing at your hips. “Please, baby. Can I please taste test it?”

You had to hold in your laugh, but you felt like he earned it.

Putting your hand on his head and petting him like a dog, you said, “Yes you can, for being such a good boy,” in a very mocking tone.

It didn’t phase Dean one bit though, if anything, he seemed to enjoy it. He pushed his head into your hand like a cat and then stood up with an expectant look on his face.

You rolled your eyes and pulled out a piece of pasta, dropping it directly in his open mouth. He moaned when he tasted it, then gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmured against your shoulder, already standing right behind you again.

GARRETT GRAHAM

Garrett had been annoying you all day.

You convinced him to go shopping with you, leaving out the details of where you were going and how long it would be.

He knew it could take a while, but 3 hours? After the first hour he was complaining at every store. You offered to leave early, but when he saw the small pout on your face he changed his mind.

But that didn’t mean he was going to stop groaning and moping.

When you stopped to look at two different tops, he took it as an opportunity to rest his head on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“Garrett...” you trailed off, a subtle warning to do too much in terms of PDA. He hummed, his free hand—the one not holding all of your shopping bags—coming up to rest on your hips.

“I have an idea,” he mumbled, pressing another soft kiss to your shoulder. “Let’s get you some new stuff from Victoria’s Secret. I’ll buy.”

You rolled your eyes, deciding on the black top instead of the white one.

“If you want me to go try on lingerie for you, you’d better get on your knees and beg,” you joked, walking further into the store.

When you stopped to look at a pair of pants, you saw Garrett drop to his knees in the corner of your eye.

“Please, gorgeous. Let me buy you some new lingerie. I’ll be so good from here on out,” he pleaded, his hands pressed together in a praying motion.

Your eyes darted around, seeing the mostly empty store. “Stand up, oh my god.”

He shook his head, “not until you say yes.”

“Garrett.”

“Princess.”

You sighed, “Fine. Now stand up.”

JOHN TUCKER

“Let me eat you out, sweetheart,” Tucker mumbled against your neck, reaching behind you to lock his bedroom door.

“Uh-uh.”

His lips formed a pout, “Please?”

“If you really want to...” you trailed off, seeing the glint of hope in his eyes, “Get on your knees and ask again, then maybe I’ll let you get a taste.”

For a moment he looked surprised, but he did as you said.

He dropped to his knees, pressing feather-light kissed to your bare stomach and thighs. “Can I get a taste of you, gorgeous?” His hands ran up the backs of your legs. “Please.”

You sighed, your fingers playing with his dark curls. “Okay, fine, but hurry up. I wanna feel you inside me as soon as possible.”

“Yes ma’am.”

JOHN LOGAN

“Come with me,” Logan asked as he pulled on his sweatpants, “The gym is so boring when I’m alone.”

You were already standing, putting on lotion as you listened to your boyfriend try to reason with you to go to the gym with him.

“I showered just last night. You want to make me shower again in less than 12 hours?”

He looked up at you and shrugged, a suggestive smirk on his face. “I’ll help you out?”

“Of course you would.”

Throwing his head back, he groaned. “Why does my girlfriend hate me?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “Tell you what. You get on your knees and beg me to come with, and maybe I’ll go and let you ‘help me out’ in the shower later.”

He was on his knees in front of you within seconds.

“Please come with me, gorgeous. The gym is so much more enjoyable with you there,” he pleaded, begging with the way his big brown eyes were looking up at you.

You clicked your tongue, “Fine. Only because I didn’t actually think you would do that.”

He smirked, standing up and pressing a ‘thank you’ kiss to your cheek. “You underestimate me, baby.”

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llliissyyy

Simon giving you his apartment keys to you on a random Tuesday without making a big deal out of it (I mean it's Simon).

He's giving them to you so now you can redecorate his apartment.

That's exactly what you do the next time he is on a longer mission to take your mind off of things.

So the next time Simon comes home he's met with a soft pink wonderland and he loves it.

He always thought his favourite colour was black but apparently it's pink.

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Kitten and the Shark concept

Dr. Brendon Park who is accustomed to being able to fix things. That’s why he was so attracted to orthopedic surgery. He likes being able to piece people back together and fix and replace broken parts.

So Reader having this awful childhood that he cannot fix is frustrating for Park and makes him feel sick to his stomach.

It takes a lot of patience and reassurance to get reader to open up to him concerning the darkest aspects of her childhood but once she starts talking she tells him everything; the boyfriends of her mother who looked at her the wrong way and made her feel unsafe and uncomfortable, the instability of her mother’s moods from one second to the next, the despair she felt each time the police showed up for her father because he once again screwed up, the foster mother who kept a lock on the fridge, the foster family who forced her to be a free babysitter to their kids and forced her to go to church, that one foster mom who only let her eat after her “real family” had eaten.

Park feels helpless because he knows he can’t fix Reader’s childhood. He feels guilty for ever thinking his childhood was unhappy. His parents may have been workaholics with sky high impossible expectations for Park but they did at least give him a safe warm affluent home…and his Nona always loved him and cared for him.

He finds the only thing he can do for Reader is let her feel her emotions. If she needs to cry then she can cry against his chest while he rubs soothing circles against her back. If she needs to be angry and scream and rage then he’s going to help her let it all out without harming herself or anyone else. If she needs to feel anything other than the horrible sense of anxiety then he’s holding her hands in his and helping her breathe slowly.

Anything she needs from him he’s going to give. He can’t fix Reader’s childhood but he can help her cope with the aftermath of that childhood

tumbleweedstillhaspanic

Park the Shark with a gymnastics daughter..... He has no idea how and why she bends like that.... He has a heart attack at every meet

(I don't know if I sent this ask in before I remember thinking about it I just don't remember if I sent it in)

the man is absolutely up late on his laptop reading over every medical journal he can find concerning injuries that Olympic gymnasts have endured.

Holding his breath every time she stumbles or does a difficult routine.

Both being incredibly proud of her but also cringing at just how much she has to push her body to the limit.

Wishing she could have just stuck with tumbling..."tumbling was fun right kid???" "Dad I was like five..."

is a conversation that they have a lot.

maladaptive-daydreamer-23

Because You Hate Roses

Mal's Note: Two fics in one night!?! I'm spoiling you guys. I adore this for whatever reason. Please show it love <3 it has my whole heart. Love, Mal <3 Warnings: Alcohol use, slight emotional neglect, flufffffff. Word Count: 2.3k

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“You smell like a florist.” JJ muttered, shooting you a confused glance as you plopped down next to her at the round table. “What is that? Roses?”

“Yes…” You growled, huffing out a sigh, “unfortunately it is.”

“What’s wrong with roses?” Morgan asked, drawn in by your surly tone and the way your jaw was clenched just a little too tight.

“Nothing… except that I hate them.” Your smile was saccharine, as your eyes narrowed in disdain. “I find the smell cloyingly sweet, it’s overwhelming and it makes me nauseous. Even anxious if I’m already stressed.”

twilightz0nes

gym bro brendon park HATES cardio but does it. “it’s good for you.”

he hates celery but eats it. “you don’t have to like food to eat it.” FREAK.

whitakers-sockdrawer

Park the Shark Headcanons

He def listens to divorced dad rock iykyk

was engaged once in his mid 20s and was so incredibly down bad for this girl, but the engagement ended when he found out she cheated on him

she was def just w him for his money, cheated on him bc he was never home due to the demanding hours for his residency

absolutely broke his heart, immediately threw himself deeper into his work and became colder towards everyone else

this change in his demeanor is what gave him his nickname, park the shark

has since sworn off dating, w the occasional hook up here and there

real note should i write like a drabble on this and then he meets reader that's a social worker or works in the ED ??? lmk ur thoughts team

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i love you, baby; i promise - J.A.

blurb: girlfriend!reader acting extra needy with a tired, cranky jack abbot so he’s forced to correct their (your) behavior 😵‍💫

content warnings: 18+, established D/s dynamic, DD/lg, down bad & desperate reader, bratting, kneeling, finger sucking, illusions to collaring & pet play, deep throating, crying, spit swallowing, orgasm control & denial, pussy spanking, CMNF, begging, corporal punishment, throat holding, objectification, light degradation, love, aftercare, praise, dom jack being really mean and strict with you :( but you deserve it :)

word count: 6.6k

author’s note: please read the cw label and also understand this is fantasy and deeply self indulgent. it’s not for everyone and that’s okay. that being said, i had a lot of fun writing this and, if interested, i hope you have just as much reading it <3

jack’s barely stepped through the front door after a long shift when you suddenly appear, slip into his space before he’s even slipped off his backpack, trying to climb him. needy after an equally long night alone with yourself and your thoughts of him, of all the things you could’ve been doing together.

‘oof,’ he huffs, surprised arm coming up to catch you at the waist, keys digging into your lower back as your hands fit themselves over his shoulders, the nape of his neck.

ridgeflaw

18+, MDNI

(cw: DD/lg, orgasm control, degradation, pussy pronouns)

boyfriend jack abbot lying next to you in bed, a hand behind your knee, holding your leg to your chest so he can watch your cunt struggle to take the big toy he’s pressing inside of you.

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