summary - the start of six weeks of summer at the lake house begins
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Summer was a time to live freely and not think, or care, about anything other than the moments of joy in the sun.
So it absolutely sucked that you were beyond nervous about meeting your best friend’s group of friends.
Hannah, your best friend from back home, had moved to Briar U to get away from everything that had happened back home, consequently leaving you behind too. This year, you’d decided enough was enough and you needed to see her, so she’d invited you as a plus-one to her new friend’s summer house on the lake.
The reasons you were nervous were, 1) They’d already been here for a day and so had already settled in and obviously knew each other, and 2) You had a stupid crush on Garrett Graham who Hannah had informed you was a part of the group she now hung out with.
As the taxi driver pulled up outside the house you thanked and paid him.
Hannah stood, bouncing from one foot to the other, waiting excitedly to see you. As soon as you stepped out of the car she wasted no time in running over to you.
“Y/N!” She screamed, arms flailing in the air as she ran.
You laughed as she jumped against you, her arms crushing you in a hug. You hugged her back tight. It was ridiculous that it took this hug to remember how much you’d missed her.
“Missed you.” She mumbled.
“Missed you too.” You smiled, giving her an extra squeeze.
She reluctantly released you and you gave her a once over. She looked so much more happy and at-peace than she ever had.
The taxi man coughed discreetly and you took that as a sign to take your bags and let him leave.
You heaved your bags out of the boot, without any help from the taxi man, and as soon as you were done he sped off. Clearly he had places to be.
You noticed a guy walking up behind Hannah. He was handsome. Black hair, green eyes and the kind of complexion that would never make him look ill. You knew everything about this guy - probably more than he thought you did.
“Y/N, Justin. Justin, Y/N.” Hannah formally introduced you to her boyfriend.
Justin held out his hand for you to shake - ever so formal - and you took note of how many rings he wore as you shook his hand back.
“Obviously, I already know everything about you.” Justin laughed.
“Likewise.” You reciprocated the sentiment.
“Okay, so… Great, you both know there’s no secrets here.” She gestured to the space between you three.
Justin let go of your hand and pulled Hannah close to his side. She looked up at him as though he was everything and you were so glad that she’d finally found that person.
It tugged at your heart strings a little to remember that you no longer had that kind of person.
Before Hannah could pick up on the sense that your mood had changed, you forced a smile.
“Okay. Ready to meet everyone?”
“Yeah.” You tried to sound sure of yourself.
“They’re all so nice, I promise.”
Hannah and Justin led the way towards the house.
It was a huge A-frame building, made from a mixture of brown stone and huge logs of wood. It was rustic and charming. It had a chimney and huge glass windows to look out towards the lake.
The house looked like it had two floors and a huge balcony at the back that led down to a small dock. You knew from the photos Hannah had sent you that there was a large fire-pit down towards the lake-shore too.
It was beautiful.
You felt very lucky to be spending your summer here.
You walked through the front door behind the others and were amazed at how bright and spacious it was. It wasn’t too modern and yet it wasn’t too old-fashioned. The fact you couldn’t pick up your dropped jaw said everything
“I know, right?” A guy with blonde hair walked over to you, a brunette girl trailing behind him.
“Y/N, this is Dean. His family owns this place.” Hannah explained.
“Nice to meet you.” You smiled politely, your palms getting a little clammy from the nerves.
“I’m Allie.” She waves to you from beside Dean - appreciating that you had too much luggage to give you a hug.
“Hannah’s told me so much about you.”
“All good things, I hope?”
“Only the best.” You assured her.
“Tucker, Sabrina, Logan and Grace are all out swimming on the lake.” Dean nodded his head back over his shoulder.
Through the huge glass windows, at the back of the house, you could see four people messing around in the water.
“Which one’s Y/N’s room, Dean?” Hannah asked.
“Uh, I think the only one left is the bunk room.”
“Wherever is fine.” You shrugged, trying to ignore the heaviness of your bags on your arms.
“Where’s Garrett?” Hannah asked and your heart filtered a little.
“Uh, I don’t know.” Dean frowned and looked to Allie, who shrugged her shoulders.
“Okay. I’ll show you your room and then let you get settled.”
Hannah led you up the stairs, babbling on about what they had gotten up to yesterday and how excited she was to spend the summer with you. You were so happy to see her in her element.
The upstairs was big and airy. The rooms were big and already messy from one night of unpacking.
Hannah led you down the corridor to your bedroom. The walls were painted a soft sage green and one entire wall was actually just a big window that overlooked the lake.
The room was small, but big enough for you. There was a bunk-bed placed against the opposite wall. The bottom bunk-bed was slightly larger than the top one, so you were already claiming to sleep on the bottom one.
“It’s beautiful.” You dropped your bags on the wooden floor with a thump.
“I know. Justin and I are sleeping in a bedroom that overlooks the forest and it’s so pretty.”
“Girl, you know the lake view is better.” You teased, earning an eye-roll from her.
“Maybe.”
“Is it okay if I unpack?”
“Course! You need any help?”
“No, I’ll be good, thank you.”
“Okay. I’ll see you downstairs. Shout if you need anything.”
Hannah left you to unpack, but you sat and stared out at the view for a few more moments. A view like this deserved its time to be appreciated.
The lake was huge, with small beaches spanning the entire shoreline. The forests hugged the lake from all around with the occasional lake house peeping through the trees. It was secluded and yet felt so open.
You pulled out your phone to text your parents that you’d made it. Unfortunately you noticed a different text.
Peter: It was literally an accident. I don’t understand why you’re being like this over something so trivial?
Peter: It’s a bit childish that you’re not even going to text me back
You huffed, closing your phone and chucking it onto the bed beside you. You gripped the side of the bed and took a deep breath, trying not to let his words get to you.
A gentle knock on your door broke you from your momentary peace.
You looked up to find Garrett Graham standing in the doorway.
You stood up quickly to greet him, forgetting you were sat on a bunk-bed and whacked your head way too hard on the bed above you.
“Shit.” You sat back down, hands covering your head. You couldn’t tell whether your cheeks were burning from the pain or from embarrassment.
“Fuck. You okay?” You could hear Garrett walk towards you. “Let me see.”
His hands waited for yours to leave the top of your head before he replaced them with his own. He tilted your head to inspect every inch, only letting go when he was satisfied there was nothing there.
“God, that was so embarrassing.” You let out a self deprecating laugh.
“Well, it’s definitely one way to introduce yourself.” Garrett chuckled. “Wanna try again?”
You looked up to see both his hands held out for you. You smiled as your smaller palms fit into his, and you took it slow to stand up this time.
You were close enough to Garrett that you could smell his aftershave, but far enough away that it wasn’t weirdly close.
He was so pretty.
His hair was curled and slightly damp from a shower, maybe? His eyes were soft and kind, waiting for you with the patience of a gentleman. And God was he tall - possibly almost a foot taller than you.
“I’m Garrett.” He smiled at you and you nodded.
“Y/N.”
Garrett tried your name against his lips and you nodded when he repeated it back correctly.
“You’re Hannah’s friend? From back home?” He asked, removing his hands from yours and folding them across his chest instead. Your own hands came together to contain the warmth that had come from his hands against yours.
“Yes. And you’re from Briar.”
“Yeah.”
“You play hockey, right? With the others too?”
“Yeah, we do. We play for the Hawks.”
“Is that good? Sorry, I literally know nothing about hockey.” You hoped you hadn’t offended him. You could tell that Garrett didn’t care though when his smile went wide.
“That’s okay. It’s not everyone’s scene.”
You didn’t know what to say next. Hot guys made you nervous. It was a cruel trick of fate that you could never actually form a thought when you stood in front of the prettiest people.
this man knows that you find his body attractive, so clothes absolutely do not exist in his vocabulary. he’s walking around in his boxers, whoring himself out. if you’re busy doing work around the apartment or studying, he’ll be walking right in front of your face, and you just can’t help but abandon everything and jump his bones. same thing goes for you: he loves it when you walk around in his shirts and nothing else. this is more his preference because we all know he’s possessive as fuck, and seeing you strut around in his shit turns him on big time. it’s one of the reasons he wanted you to leave your dorm and move in with him during your last year after he graduated.
everything is a date to him. grocery shopping? he’s tagging along, pushing the cart, being so goddamn touchy and clingy, making sure to get all your favorites, and then getting you both treats afterwards. browsing bookstores? he’s there with your favorite coffee in hand, pointing out diabolical book titles to crack you up. having to go clothing shopping for himself for an event? he’s forcing you to come along while he tries on stuff, making you compliment him because, again, he’s a whore for your attention. going to the gym? he’s tagging along with his hand on your waist, forcing himself into your orbit. you have to shoo him away every single time to make him do his own thing, because best believe he’ll stand there the whole time and and ogle you. doing laundry? he’s helping, and surprise it’s a date! finally, he’s spent enough time living with tuck to know how to cook, so he’ll be in charge of the cooking, but he’ll absolutely make sure you’re always there with him, distracting him, clinging onto his naked back while he stirs stuff.
he loves leaving cute little notes around the apartment for you to find, and it makes you smile every single time. he does this a lot if he’s gone for a game, so he’ll leave little messages around. garrett’s the type of boyfriend to get worried when you’re stressing yourself out with school, so some nights when he comes home late from a game and sees you in the living room, head bent over work, lights all low, he just quietly leaves his bags near the door and, without a word, lays down on the couch, pulling you into his chest, holding you down while you squirm against him. he’ll turns his ear deaf to your complaints about needing to finish work, and at some point you’ll give up and lay on his chest, quietly listening to his breathing pattern as you fall asleep there, and you can feel his lips on your temple the whole time.
know that your ass is not safe around this man. if you’re both moving around in the kitchen making dinner or cleaning, that little cloth on his shoulder is being used to swat your ass every single time you’re within reach. and when you whip your head to glare at him, he’ll give you a sweet kiss and you have no choice but to forgive him. in a rush getting ready for an event and you’re all pissy because you both might be late? he’s slapping your ass just to aggravate you further. he can’t help it; his girl looks so hot when she’s all mad and has her claws out at him.
speaking of claws, garrett fucking loves it when you claw up his back when he’s fucking you. he’ll proudly show it off in the locker room too, gets real smug when the guys around him hoot and holler. he’s proud. he also loves it when you leave hickeys all over him. he doesn’t care if it makes him look like a fuckboy; he proudly wants to tell people how possessive his girl is. how taken he is. oh, and if you’re kissing him with your lip combo and it’s all over his face and mouth, he’s not wiping that shit off no matter how much you insist.
idk if requests r open but if they are pls write more established relationship garrett!! maybe hurt/comfort w garret comforting reader? love your writing!
girl this is my BREAD AND BUTTER🙏🙏🙏🙏 i’m working on it ASAP!!!!!
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