box squats

A New Glader?

Pairings: Thomas x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1940

Request: Do you think you could do a Thomas imagine from the maze runner? Where Y/N is the 2nd girl to arrive at the maze and Theresa feels threatened by her but Thomas trusts her and starts to like her? And maybe Theresa tries to do something stupid/mean to Y/N?

Authors Note: This was requested to me and thought that I’d give it a shot. I want to thank @dylan-ohbrien for proofreading and editing it for me! Enjoy bbys! 

Originally posted by lannistxrs

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I was chatting about Ford with friends today, and @snapback-gravity-falls​ mentioned a HC of hers that Ford started to exercise and actually take care of his body physically after Stan was kicked out, since he had to learn to defend himself from then on…

Soooo imagine Ford keeping up that exercise well into college and just… confusing the heck out of everyone there because here’s this guy they assume is simply a scrawny, all straight A’s nerd archetype. But then suddenly he’s spotted in the gym, and he’s pumping iron and doing box squats WHILE reviewing his biology notes and listen my new HC is that Ford multitasked in college and pushed towards those PhDs while getting buff

It Just Happens (1/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language, alcohol consumption

A/N: What happens when you’re Steve Rogers’ assistant, one bad night for the both of you, and you end up at the bar drinking it away. What could go wrong with that?

@chrisevansthedoritobastard   @holahellohialoha  @almightyunnie
@iwillbeinmynest  @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @castielohcastiel @bellejeunefillesansmerci

Originally posted by winghead--shellhead

“I’m not even mad, I’m just,” You roll your eyes searching your purse for the second set of keys you know you had in there. “I look really good and it’s wasted on Rogers dry cleaning and probably take out.” You sigh, finally finding the keys.

“Dry cleaning and take out, that dress deserves so much more.” Nat laughs in your ear, the phone pressed between your leather jacket cladded shoulder and ear, as you twist the key in the lock, the other hand slung over your shoulder holding the hangers to the dry cleaning you had picked up. You push the door open with your hip your back to the opening.

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Let’s get fit! 28/2 I’m working everyday this week 😑 so to maximise my sleep in time I’ve been making overnight cinnamon chia pudding everyday. I’ve gotten so efficient that I now only have to wake up 15 minutes before I have to leave home 😂 let’s hope I make it through this week 🙏🏽 Bosu ball plank w/ leg raises 10 x 3 - plank w/ weight pull through #2.5 - raised leg lunges #5 10 Jump squat 20 x 3 - side lunge #5 10 - sumo squat #12 20 Lunge/squat (box) turns #5 10 x 3 - reverse lunge 10 Side shuffle with resistance band - resistance band squat in and out Bridge 20 x 3 - bridge dips 20 - lying inner leg lift 20

Kiss and Fell (PaRappa the Rapper fanfic) Chapter 1

Description: a fic about General Potter and Papa PaRappa in their younger days, and finding more than just friendship.

It’s hard to make friends when you’re an introverted little pup moving into a new town. When I was 9 years old, my ole’ papa found a job in PaRappaTown. We had moved away from our old, cramped apartment in Lyric City, and into a small house in a developing neighborhood. It was a one story house, and the plants in the front were slightly overgrown. But, it was still it’s own building in the end. This was exciting for me; I got to have my own yard to play in, trees to climb, and I didn’t have to hear other families through the wall!

The first week in my new house was the hardest; we had to get the house all set up to live in. We had to move all the boxes and furniture in, and it was such a hassel. We would’ve got done quicker if my lowsey teenaged brother, Darry, didn’t sit around the whole time while combing his stupid greasy hair and making looks at the local girls. It would have been really tiring and boring if it weren’t for the neighbor’s help. The Funny family were all plant people and planting pots. The mother was a rose, the father was a pot, and their son was a pot like his dad. They all helped us carry in boxes, and I became friends with the son.

“Richard” my mama said, “could you please carry in that long box over there?” she said, gesturing to a long box laying in the grass. As much as I didn’t wanna lift that heavy box all by myself, I couldn’t say no to mama. I approached the box then squat down, taking the box in my hands as I struggled to lift it. I let out a few huff as i lived the box up, when I was suddenly startled by a voice behind me. “want a hand?” the boy behind me said. “sure..” I groaned, thankful for the help.

“my names Potter.” he introduced himself as he helped me carry in the long box. I smiled weakly at the other boy. “i- I’m Richard, but people call my Ricky.” I spoke softly, “u-uh..I like your hair, Potter.” I shyly complemented, noticing it was some kind of cactus. “thanks! I saw a pot cowboy in a picture show with a cactus on his head, and it looked so cool!” Potter explained. My heart jumped, “You like Sucker’o Succulent too? That’s my favorite picture!”

Me and Potter went on for hours about cowboys, spacemen, and comic books. He even invited me over and showed me all of his action figures and sports equipment. When we were unpacking the next day, I showed him all of my tinker toy inventions in return.

I could tell this was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.


I was bullied mercilessly in highschool. I would get my locker slammed by the jocks, and teased by the cheerleaders. I even came up to my locker one day and saw someone wrote “little dick” on it. That was the horribly inaccurate nickname people gave me. I just think people bullied me cause they were jealous of my grades.

One day, while walking into the building one morning, I was stopped behind the school by this mean ole’ bear. He was the one who teased me the most. “hey, nerd.” he said, “I’m awful hungry; why don’t you give me all your lunch money?” he asked gruffly. I huffed and squared my shoulders. “look here, Bob!” I stated sternly, “I’ve had it with you bullying me! I’m gonna finally stand up to you!” Bob smirked. “ah, yeah? What are you gonna do, nerd? Slug me?” he asked with a chuckle. “No..” a voice came from behind a corner, “but I will!”

It was none other than Potter, the bush on his head trimmed into a pompadour. He approached, stopping close by my side. “you better not mess with Ricky here, Alright? If you do, I aught’a teach you a lesson.” I looked up to Potter with stars in my eyes; he was so big and menacing, and he was on my side! Potter was always so stern when he needed to be; it was very effective for scaring people away, and it also weirdly made my knees weak. It’s just something about how his chest was puffed out, and how he’d flex his arms…i must’ve been scared or something, but in a flustered way.

Bob huffed. “whatever. You win this round, Potter. But you better not let your guard down for a second or you’re gonna get it!” He threatened as he walked off.

Potter grasped my shoulders and looked to me in concern. “you ok, Ricky? Did he get yah?” he asked. “no, no.” I reassured, “I’m ok! C’mon, Potter, we better go before we’re late!” I said, dashing with him to the school’s entrance.


“So, have you asked anyone to prom yet?” Potter asked me, slipping off his leather jacket as he sat across from me at the lunch table. I looked around the cafeteria as I collected my words.“uh, yeah! You know Sloane, right?” I asked. Potter picked up his milk carton.“Sloane Pauly? Yeah, she’s on the track team.” Potter said, sipping his milk. “well,” i stated as a smile grew on my face, “I’m going with her!” Potter gulped and set his milk carton down. “well hot dog! Good for you, man! I got Stacy Daisy to go with me.” Potter explained.

I shifted a little, “I’ve got a problem though,” i said, taking a bite of my ham sandwich. “I don’t know how to dance! And I gotta learn real soon! I’m gonna pick up a book on it after school.” I admitted. Potter shook his head, “no need! I can just teach you!” I was suddenly taken aback by the offer. “wait…you know how to dance?” Potter nodded with a sly grin. I chuckled “well! I didn’t know you knew how! I would’ve never guessed! S-sure you can help me! Just come home with me and we’ll practice in the basement!” Potter finished his salad and nodded. “sure, pal. It’s a date!”


I put a record on the player, a slow song good for dancing, and quickly moved some furniture out of the way; pushing it to the cold concrete walls. I approached Potter, standing close in front of him. “ok..” Potter took my hand. “you’re gonna wanna put your hand here…” he put my hand at his waist, “and hold the girl’s hand with your other.” to took my hand in his. “and the girl will put her hand here..” Potter put his hand on my shoulder. “how’s this feel for ya?” he asked.

My face was tomato red from all this contact. “u-uhhm…” I gulped, my knees a little shaky from being so close to Potter. “I feel good.” I reassured, adjusting my hand at Potter’s side just to feel his body.

“you’ve got a sickness” my brother used to tell me. “you always get so weird around the Potter kid!” he would say. Well, he wasn’t wrong. It feels like every time I’m close to Potter, my heart quivers, and I feel as light as a feather; My heart will sometimes beat right out of my chest. My brother calls it “the homos” and says it’s a “plague on our society”, but I don’t know. It’s almost like…I like Potter, kinda like how I like girls.

“Ricky?” Potter’s voice made me jump. “h-hu???” I asked in a daze. He was looking at me with that half-smile all the ladies, and i, went gaga over. “you ok? You look hot.” thinking he meant ‘hot’ as in ‘good-looking’, I almost said ‘thank you, you too’. I instead huffed and said, “oh, I’m fine. It’s really hot down here. Let’s get dancing, ok?” I said, hoping to change the subject.

“put your foot there…no, other way…now step back a bit…ok, ok…there,that’s it! You’re a natural, Ricky!”

Potter and I began to slow dance together to the gentle sounds of the record player. All of a sudden, as I looked up to Potter who was helping me dance, I felt like I was floating. Just by our bodies being in contact with each other, it was like I was on another plane of existence. It felt electric. I began to take in the moment; I smelled Potter’s soothing musk, slowly closed my eyes, and gently rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart thump against my floppy ear, and it almost felt right for my head to be there.

“Ricky?..” Potter murmured gently, “are you sleepy or something?” I could hear his heart beat faster in his chest. “heh…y-…yknow, you’re pretty warm..” Potter commented awkwardly. I sighed,“mhm…” is all I could muster, feeling extremely relaxed against Potter’s body. “sheesh, Ricky you’re making me feel more homo…N-NOT THAT– i-..I was already homo to begin with!” he chuckled as he scrambled to reiterate.

What happened next was not only a shock to Potter, But to me as well. I opened my eyes and looked up to Potter, who was looking to me sheepishly. His expression suddenly shifted from that to a more tender look as our eyes met. “uh..” he hummed, blinking a few times at me as we dived into each other’s gaze.
I was always bad at impulse control, it’s been an issue throughout my life. Unlike other times, however, this impulse wasn’t necessarily bad nor good. I reached up to Potter’s head, grabbed it, pulled it down to my height and planted a big ole’ kiss on Potter’s lips. It was almost like I was having an out of body experience, like it wasn’t even happening, but it was.

If i was surprised by the fact that I was kissing Potter, then I was flabbergasted when I realized that he was kissing me back.

When I attempted to draw my head back, it was immediately pulled back in by a set of hands, most likely Potter’s. Kissing someone with a porcelain face was surprisingly easier than I imagined. Potter groaned gently into my mouth, voicing his satisfaction, and I responded similarly. Slowly, but surely, our lips separated. We were both breathing harder than usual; I could feel Potter’s hot breath on my lips. that moment, I could’ve melted into a puddle on the floor, but i did the next best thing; I fainted.

The only thing i loved more than that kiss, was my basements carpeted flooring. I slowly sat up and surveyed the area as I tried to snap out of my daze. The music stopped, and was replaced by the sound of the record’s label rubbing against the player’s needle. Everything in the room was there, except for Potter. The sofa, the tv, the record player, the coffee table; all of it was there, but Potter was no where to be found.

Suddenly, the door to the basement opened and closed, and down the stairs came Potter with a wet rag. He came up to me quickly and placed the rag on my forehead. “Thank god you woke up!” he said in a panicked voice. “are you ok, Ricky? Does your head hurt??”

I shook my head a little. “I’m ok, Potter, I just…uh…what happened.” Potter looked surprised, and a little relieved that I didn’t remember the kiss. “well…you fell down.” he explained. “I went to get you a wet rag.” I nodded my thanks. “can you help me up?” I asked. Potter nodded, taking me in his arms and lifting me up.

All of a sudden, it all came back to me; I didn’t just fall over. Every detail of out exchange came back in a flash. When Potter got me to my feet, I smiled shyly. “thanks, Potter. Uh…” I looked to him awkwardly, wanting so bad just to kiss him again. “you wanna….watch some tv?”I asked. I was scared that Potter would wanna bully me if I said j even liked the kiss, so I decided to play it safe and act naive. “yeah.” he responded, sitting down at the tv. He looked a little awkward himself.

As we sat and watched, anxiety filled in my gut. Pretty soon, I would have to talk about this with Potter. And I’d have to confess with Sloane too, I can’t just not tell her I was kissing with someone else (a guy, no less)! I side shakily as I sat with Potter and watched tv, feeling the water rising as the time to tell someone ran dry before prom in a couple of weeks.


Sets of 5@535 Camber box squats…still grinding! #strongman #bodybuilding #homegym #skwaats #killingmyface (at City of Wenatchee)

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7/31/2017 high volume squats 

  • competition squats: 190x5x9 
  • box squats: 3x3
  • single leg extensions: 4x12
  • seated adductor machine: 4x11

Hella nervous going into my working sets because I know high volume gmfu even when I have a consistent gym schedule. By my second set, my legs were already shaking during my set up. Idk if it was because I didn’t eat much or if I was dehydrated but I was feeling lowkey lightheaded and had to take long ass breaks between sets. Lowbar is feeling really great and I’ve noticed that my knees don’t cave in slightly when I get fatigued. Honestly, I just didn’t want to die this training session. I hella worked on keeping my breathing between reps controlled so I didn’t bomb out towards the end. 


424 // Day 02 Workout Sesh

Frankly, i wanted to stay home and sleep all day today but i thought to myself if i’m going to be lazy then i’ll end up on nothing again, and even if my cravings to stay home and eat a lot is at its highest, my determination to lose weight and be healthy is far way stronger than my random cravings. Pssh, who am i kidding. I’m in a serious battle here people, but yeah—like i said, i’m pretty much determined to lose all that flab. He he he.

What my coach made me do this morning were:

• Basic stretching
• 10min jog
• Ladder workouts
• Some leg and knee routine
• Core (abs and back workout)
• Boxing
• Squats

Not in chronological order. I’m sorry i am not yet familiar with the specific exercises names because ugh, don’t have the time to memorize them at all because i’ve got lot of thoughts in my head that are way more important. But i’m learning, so don’t be such a bum. We did 2sets of 30 Burpees, 2sets of 30 Jumping Jack, and a whole lot of shit i am not familiar (yet) with, that’s what i mostly remember. Man, i think our coach is killing us. Lol.

And pinag-aagawan ako ‘don. Ay maganda talaga lola mo day, gusto akong kunin ng isang coach ‘don siya daw tututok sakin tapos ‘yong coach talaga namin ayaw din ako ibigay. Haha. Sabi nga nila “Hayup ups kakarating mo pa lang pinag-aagawan ka na.” O kaloka diba? Tss. Terror din daw kasi 'yon baka pucha sa kanya ako mamatay. Haha. But i love a good challenge, pero wag muna now. Lol. Ako pa? Hahaha. Kidd, i love our Coaches by the way. Saka pinahiram ulit ako ni Coach ng extra shorts niya because i forgot mine. Lol. I feel awkward kasi whenever it’s bakat. Also, i almost want to quit this morning because maaan mahirap talaga siya. I didn’t have this kind of workout before so talagang bago sakin lahat saka hirap na hirap talaga ako. But my coach pushed me to my limits talaga. And that’s what i like, i mean i do that also in business towards my members so i know napakalaking tulong 'non. I’m glad because i’m used to creating my own sets of trainings in business without my mentor’s help and it feels so good that i actually have a mentor here in my workout program. Nakakataba ng puso, 'te. Hahaha. Pero para na talaga akong mahihimatay kanina. Sabi nga ni Coach pahinga muna ako kasi nahilo talaga ako saka parang akong nasusuka, ang alaga nila sakin 'don. No stir. Nanghihilot pa eh ('yong una nag-assist sakin 'nong medyo hilo ako was the Coach who wanted me in) then 'nong kalaunan na sila Coach Chard and Arnold na. Hahaha.

But guiseee… ang hirap pala talagang magpaka-healthy at magpapayat. Kaya ngayon pipigil ako sa food eh. I’m too careful na sa kinakain ko kasi pucha ang hirap nang mga pinanggagawa namin tapos lalamon lang ako ng lalamon ng mga pagkain alam mo 'yon, magpapahirap sakin—wag na uy. Hahaha. Pero seriously, pagod ako.


Nesta decides to return to Illyrian after Cassian promises her that he will help her train and that they keep professional during their sessions. Nesta doesn’t want things to get personal with Cassian, but Cassian wants to understand the woman that has ensnared his thoughts.

Modern Nessian: Chapter 5

 Nesta was running late. The restaurant’s large lunch crowd today made it impossible for Nesta to abandon her fellow staff. It was getting to be that time of year when more company groups visited Prythian, which meant more business at the restaurant.  And ultimately the start of living hell at work.

When Nesta was finally able to leave work she was 40 minutes behind schedule. She clocked out and grabbed her bag from the staff room. Pulling out her gym shorts, t-shirt and tennis shoes, she swapped them for her work uniform. A sigh escaped her body as she pulled off the low inch heels that had been driving her insane. After shoving her uniform in the bag Nesta walked swiftly out the restaurant through the back exit and to the subway station. If she was lucky she could catch the next train on the northern line.

She almost missed the train, but a woman was nice enough to hold the door as Nesta rushed inside. There were no empty seats so Nesta had to hold onto one of the long handrails as the subway cars jolted forward.

Her phone read 4:40 p.m. and it was evident that she was going to be late.

Cassian will probably be ranting about it once I get there.

Nesta was still a few minutes late after jogging from the station. If she had gotten here by 5:10 like she did last time then she could have already stretched and been ready by 5:30 p.m. Now she was walking into the gym at 5:35 p.m. Her breaths came out in little pants to suck air back into her lungs after her jog.

“I thought you had chickened out on me Nesta,” Cassian leaned against the welcome desk. He wore blue shorts and a black sleeveless compression shirt. All which showed off his muscles and darkly tanned skin. Nesta also noticed something she had never seen before. Black inked tattoo lines interwove each other on his shoulders and disappeared under the tight black fabric of his shirt.

Nesta averted her stare not wanting to seem too curious about the markings. “I told you I would come train wouldn’t I?” She walked toward the locker room and Cassian followed.

“Last I checked we were supposed to start at 5:30,” Cassian said. “And now we are running 30 minutes behind schedule.”

“I’m here now aren’t I?” Nesta shoved her bag on an open bench.

“Considering you’re all into manners I would have thought you would be more punctual Nesta.” Cassian opened a free locker allowing Nesta to put her bag inside. She rolled her eyes at his punctuality comment, but didn’t reply. She couldn’t help it if work was hectic today and she couldn’t leave on time. He handed her the locker key hanging from a thin lanyard. “That is your copy, but if you lose it you’ll have to pay for another. If you misplace your key we also have a spare at the front desk to use.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Nesta shoved the lanyard in her shorts pocket not wanting to wear it during their training in case it got caught on something.

“Now remember how I told you I would train you vigorously?” Cassian’s smirking expression didn’t bode well for Nesta. “You’re going to see what happens to students when they arrive late.”

Nesta had to run sprints across the room for twenty minutes followed by box jump squats that had Nesta’s leg muscles burning in pain. She never claimed to be an expert in physical exercise, but she managed to keep up some sense of shape by running around constantly on campus to class, walking around Prythian and also busting herself at work.

Despite the pain in her legs she kept going. She leapt up onto the wooden box that almost reached her waist. If she could manage walking around in heels for seven-hour shifts while carrying dishes of food to customers who tested her patience, then she could handle this.

Nesta could see Cassian in the midst of his own routine that involved lifting dumbbells in each hand. It was difficult to watch him though as she had to focus her attention on not tripping over the step each time she jumped onto it.

Any moment she did spare him was quick as she kept looking back to those tattoos that would move with the muscles on his shoulders. The dark ink had a mixture of thick and thin lines that curved and coiled in an intricate design. It looked almost tribal from what Nesta could tell from fleeting glances.

Cassian continued to lift the dumbbells acting as though he didn’t notice Nesta’s eyes peering at him. Let her believe he didn’t catch her from the corner of his eye. When she did finally turn away her attention he would sneak in his own.

It was easier to keep an eye on her as he simply lifted the dumbbells. They didn’t require much effort, which was fine with Cassian since his focus was on the woman jumping nearby.

 He wasn’t going to let her off easy with her tardiness. He thought for sure she had gone back on her word and decided against returning to the gym. Returning to him. Worry settled in at the thought of Nesta abandoning her will to learn self-defense.

Luckily she finally showed up, but that still didn’t mean he couldn’t get a message across. Tardiness meant punishment. Every student was dealt with some sort of punishment if they disobeyed the rules of the gym. And Cassian was known for enforcing them. If he didn’t then others would see him as a pushover.

Years ago other trainers tried to force him into submission, because they saw him as an easy target. Now he was the best trainer here and had earned the respect of most of his peers and students. Of course Devlon and a few others were the exceptions.

He just hoped Nesta wouldn’t be one of those that hated his guts after she finished her jumping squats.

That’s if she doesn’t hate me already. And from the way her eyes were rigid and accompanied by a firm frown, Cassian wondered if they had went beyond the point of hate.

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Series Title: True Love Gave to Me

Chapter Title: Day 4 - Holiday Party

Character: Jason Crouse

TV: The Good Wife

Warnings: None.

NOTE: The character Betty Nylund is portrayed by Betty White. The dirty quote that she uses in the story, is in fact something that she has said.

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Tag @averymerryspnxmas

I flung myself back on to the bed, groaning.

“What?” Jason chuckled, buttoning up his shirt.

“I understand if you don’t want to go.”

My grandmother, Betty Nylund, was throwing a Holiday party at her home. Jason had yet to meet her and I was fearful that he’d run for the hills.

He crawled on the bed, laying next to me with his hand propping up his head.

“Why are so adamant about me not going?” He lifted my shirt, placing his warm hand on my stomach.

I gave him a disbelieving look, “I’ve told you some horror stories.”

Jason got on top of me, pinning my arms next to my head, “And I’ve told you that I’m not like other men.”

His eyes traveled over my face as I worried my bottom lip. Swooping down, he captured mouth in a slow, searing kiss.

“I promise to tell you if I get uncomfortable.” He whispered, pecking my lips between every other word.

I slowly blinked when his lips left mine. His rubbed the tip of his nose with mine and smiled, “Trust me Darlin’.”
Jason put the truck in park across the street, dipping his head down to look out the passenger window.

“Betty has a nice home.”

I nodded, fidgeting, “She does.”

Gran had her house decorated to the nines with Christmas lights. Through the sheer curtains you could see people mingling.

It was mostly older folks who’ve known Gran since her early years.

I put my hands on my cheeks, patting them lightly.

Jason laughed, “What are you doing?”

“Pinched cheeks. No matter how old I’ve gotten, they always pinch my cheeks. I want to remember what it’s like to have feeling in them.”

Jason reached over, pinching the apple of my cheek, “Yeah, you do have pinchable cheeks.”

I glared at him, but smiled, “You do that again and I’ll smack the shit outta you.”

Giving me a cheeky grin, he pulled me closer to him, “Promises, promises.”

I gave Jason a quick kiss, my nerves to jumbled to really focus, “Come on, let’s go inside.”
I rang the doorbell and rocked back on my heels, “Just know, that no matter what happens… I love you.”

Jason looked slightly worried, but laughed, “Geez, you’re making it sound like dead man walking.”

I snorted, “That may be the case… I want a cigarette and a huge slice of birthday cake for my last meal.”

He shook his head, throwing an arm over my shoulders and kissing my temple.

As soon as Grandma opened the door, we were greeted with loud cheers and upbeat Christmas music.

Betty Nylund stood at just 5'0, her blonde hair styled just right and her makeup flawless.

She clasped her hands, bringing them to her mouth, “My sweet, sweet Granddaughter!”

She held out her arms, quickly bringing me into her embrace.

“Hey Gran.” I said, happy to see her.

She gave me a good squeeze, “Ohhh! And who is this?” She asked, eyes wide, the mischief lurking just below the surface.

Jason put his hand out, smiling, “Jason Crouse, Ma'am.”

He shook her hand gently. Gran put her other hand on top of his, looking him up and down.

“Well aren’t you a looker!”

“Oh god…” I groaned, quietly.

“Come in, come in!”

I grabbed Jason’s hand, pulling him into the some what crowded house.

“Oh, is this little Y/N Whistler?!"  Gayle Brunner, a close friend of Gran’s, cried out happily. She came over and pinched my cheeks.

"Hi, Mrs. Brunner.” I said, trying not to wince as she wiggled my face from side to side.

She smiled, patted my cheeks and moved on.

I sighed, turning to Jason, “Give me your jacket, Jase.”

He flinched when he saw how red my cheeks were, “You weren’t kidding.”

Shaking my head, I took his jacket and mine and hung them up.

I was stopped several more times on my way back to Jason, my cheeks getting pinched by every other person.

When I finally made it to him, he held his arms out, embracing me with a sympathetic chuckle.

“I can’t feel my face,”

“Sorry, Honey.” He said, kissing my head. “Want a drink?”

“Dear gawd, yes!”

He squeezed me, his hand grazing my back as he went to the open bar.

I sat in the big bay window, watching the crowd chat and laugh as Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas played through the speakers.

I softly began to sing along.

Jason came back, handing me a spiked Eggnog.

“Thank you,” I said, leaning up to kiss him.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” he said, meeting my lips.

I blushed, taking a sip of the Eggnog.

“Y/N has a very lovely voice.” Grandma commented. “You should hear her sing ‘Hallelujah’ with her cousins.”

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as they reddened.

Jason looked down at me, smiling.

Mr. Reynolds, Gran’s neighbor, tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, immediately turning the flirt on.

Jason sat next to me, wrapping his arm around my bent legs, his chin on my knees, “You going to sing for me one day?”

I could never get used to having someone shower me with so much attention the way Jason did.

“Maybe,” I said, winking.

He squeezed my thigh, taking a drink of his own Eggnog.

The song ended and I could hear Grandma’s conversation, “My muffin hasn’t had a cherry since 1939.” She giggled.

Jason’s eyes widened, his mouth agape. I face palmed, groaning.

I could feel his shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he pulled my hand away.

“I think I see what you mean.”

I gave him a pointed look, “Told ya.”
Grandma clapped, gaining the crowds attention, “I just want to thank everyone for coming out. It’s been an absolute pleasure to see each of you.”

She paused, coming over to where Jason and I were sitting, “I’d also like to thank my wonderful granddaughter, Y/N, for coming and bringing her lovely man, Jason, as well.”

She cupped Jason’s bearded cheeks, and placed a kiss on his forehead. He blushed, giving her a sweet smile. Gran then came over to me, doing the same, “It does an old woman good to see her beautiful Granddaughter happy and healthy.”

“I love you too, Gran.”

Patting my cheeks, she smiled and turned back to the small crowd, “So now, it’s time for gifts!”

Gran handed out hers. When she got down to the end of her pile, she grabbed the last box and gave it to me, “This is for you and Jason. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Nylund.” Jason said.

Gran waved her hand at him, “Oh please, call me Betty.”

Jason nodded, “Merry Christmas, Betty. Thank you for having us.”

Her eyes lit up, “Oh, he’s definitely a keeper, Y/N.” She complimented.

I kissed Jason’s cheek, “Yes, he is Gran.”
It wasn’t until later when we got back to my place that I dared to open the gift.

The box sat on the coffee table. I stood there, staring at it as if it held the worlds worst secret.

Jason came up behind me, his arms circling my waist. His bearded chin tickled as he propped it on my shoulder, “I don’t hear any ticking, so it’s not a bomb,”

I snorted, “Could be… ya never know.”

Jason kissed my neck, “Open it. I’ll get the drinks.”

I watched him go to the kitchen and sighed.

I knelt at the coffee table and ripped the paper. The squat box was medium in length.

Taking off the top, I set it aside and pulled away the tissue paper.

“Oh my god!” I hollered, slapping the top back on.

“What!?” Jason came back to the living room, looking around.

Trying to look innocent, I jerked the box to my chest, “Nothing…”

Jason smiled, his tounge peeking out from between his teeth, “Let me see.”

“Nope! Nuhuh!” I stood, going to the fireplace.

“Ah!” Jason ran over to me, grabbing me at the waist.

The box fell from my arms, opening when it connected with the floor.

Keeping one arm around my waist, Jason reached out with the other, picking up the gift Gran had gotten us.

“Shit…” I whispered.

Jason busted out laughing as the tissue paper fell from the barely there teddy.

It was ice blue in color and honestly would only cover the important bits.

Jason dangled it in my face, whispering in  my ear, “Want to model it for me?”

I scoffed, elbowing him lightly as we laughed.

He dropped the lingerie, spinning me around and kissing the very breath from me as his hands roamed my body.


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