Jul 19, 2021
this picture killed me
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this picture killed me
can we just take a moment,,
Griff getting super jealous because you and Will are such good friends
i feel like these have kinda been getting wordy lately but i’m not sorry about it?
“y/n!” you jump at the shout of your name, craning your neck upwards to look over the back of the couch and see will bounding towards you with his phone in hand. “they just released the date!”
“no they didn’t!” you say, suddenly sitting straight up and almost rolling off the couch, but griffin’s hands are quick and he grabs your hips to steady you. you look down at him with a small, thankful grin and rest your hands on his chest to steady yourself before looking back towards will, “when?”
“what are you talking about?” griffin asks, looking between you both, but he is ignored.
“the twenty-sixth of march. you down to see it with me?” he leans against the couch and raises his eyebrows.
you nod enthusiastically, “hell yeah!”
“great! i’ll go ahead and pre-order the tickets,” he holds out his hand and you do your handshake before he turns to leave out of the front door. “be back later!”
as the front door shuts behind him, you sigh and relax back into griffin. his arms don’t tighten around you like usual and you make a noise, resting your chin on his chest and looking up at him, “what’s wrong griff?”
he silently shakes his head and wraps his arms around you and lay back down, raising your hand to fiddle with his chain. you make a mental note to bring it up again later.
-
it was a few days later when griffin turned up at your apartment unannounced. you opened the door with a confused look, “why are you-”
“we need to talk. can i come in?”
your confusion soon turns to dread because not only did he never knock on your door because he had a key, but he also never asked to come in. wordlessly, you nod and move to the side so that he could slip past.
he moves to sit on the pink couch that he always pokes fun at and runs his hands over his face. he’s wearing his after practice clothes and his hair was still damp, so he must’ve come straight from yost.
you shut the door and move to sit on the couch too, keeping an empty cushion between the two of you. “what’s going on griffin? you’ve been acting weird.”
“i’ve been acting weird?” he scoffs and you feel your mouth drop to a frown. “that’s rich coming from you.”
“what the fuck-”
“what’s going on with you and will? and don’t fucking lie to me,” he looks at you seemingly defeated.
“what do you mean what’s going on with me and will? why would you even think that?” you ask incredulously, genuinely surprised that he would think something was going on between you and one of his best friends.
“you’re making plans to hang out together and you’re always looking at him like he hung the fucking moon or something,” he huffs and that’s when everything starts to click. you try and stifle a giggle but it doesn’t work and his face changes, “you think this is funny.”
“no, i-” you laugh again and throw your head back. you cover your mouth and look back at him through bleary eyes, “i’m sorry, it’s just- you’re jealous aren’t you?”
“why would i be jealous?” he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest like a child.
“because me and will are hanging out and you don’t have all of my attention,” you shake your head and slide across the empty cushion. you throw one your legs over griffin’s lap and straddle his waist, “just admit that you’re jealous.”
“i’m not jealous,” he denies again and this time, you roll your eyes. you plant your hands on his chest and lean forward, burying your face in his neck.
you start planting light kisses and he fidgets under you, resting his hands on your waist. “there’s no reason for you to be jealous of will, griffin. i’m not his, i’m yours baby. all yours.”
he hums and squeezes one of your thighs when your lips land on his jaw and you nip at the skin. “baby,” he lets out in a whisper.
“just admit you were jealous and you’ll get what you want,” you mumble in his ear. you were no match for him when he stands up all of a sudden and starts leading you back to your bedroom.
he kicks the door shut and drops you onto your bed, hovering over you, “fine, maybe i am jealous but what are you going to do about it?”
you smirk and run your index finger along his jawline, “why don’t you show me just whose i am, yeah?”
class of 2020 my beloveds <33
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Can you please do a lil something for griff where you tell him that you love him for the first time, and he gats all mushy and starts crying because he knows that your the one, but didn’t wanna be the first to say it
“may i have this dance?” you turn around to find griffin standing there, holding out his hand. you look up at his face and he raises a skeptical eyebrow and you sigh, throwing your napkin on the table and placing your hand in his.
you let him lead you onto the dance floor and pull you towards the middle. his hands rest gently on your hips and yours wrap around his neck as you begin to sway to the beat of the slow song.
“thank you for being my date,” his mouth drops to your ear after he pulls you closer. “saved me the embarrassment of trying to be set up by my aunts again.”
you giggle, leaning upwards to press a kiss to his chin, “weren’t they trying to set you up during the ceremony before you introduced me as your girlfriend?”
“of course,” he chuckles, squeezing your hip before twirling you in a circle. he pulls you back to his chest before dropping a kiss on your hair, “i know i’ve told you already, but you’re the prettiest girl in this room. how did i get so lucky?”
you blush, looking up at him, “i know that i haven’t told you this yet, but i love you griffin.”
he freezes and you feel like you’ve messed up. was it too soon? did he not feel the same way? why did you-
“are you serious?” he asks, stalling his movements. you bite your lip and nod, about ready to find the nearest exit and flee before his face breaks out into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. “i love you too, y/n. i have for a while, actually but i didn’t think that you felt the same way.”
“of course i do you, goof,” you shove his shoulder jokingly, leaning up to press your lips to his. “you think i’d let you hug me after your games when you’re still all sweaty and gross if i didn’t?”
“fair point.”
You trade in a scrunchie for one of griffs jersey and him showing you that he put your initials on his hockey stick and you get all flustered
this is the cutest 🥺
“what do i get in return?” griff asks from his place on his bed. you hum as you look through his closet, trying to find something with his name or number on it that you could steal for the game tomorrow.
“ah, this one!” you say, pulling out a sweatshirt with a big ‘m’ on the front and his number on one of the sleeves. you take it off the hanger and fold it in half, setting it by your purse so you wouldn’t forget it. you drop down on his bed and cross your legs. “what do you want?”
“since you’re getting something of mine, i should get something of yours. i mean, it’s only fair,” he shrugs and places one of his hands on your knee.
“fine,” you sigh. you pull off the pale pink scrunchie off your wrist and slip it onto his. you look at his face to see him grinning. you grip onto his hand as you suddenly got serious, “this is my most favorite scrunchie. please do not lose it.”
“i pinky promise you that i will not lose you’re precious scrunchie, gorgeous,” he holds up his pinky and you hook yours around it. he takes the opportunity to grab your arm and pull you on top of him in a fit of giggles. he presses a kiss to your lips and looks into your eyes, “i love you.”
“i love you too, lucy.”
-
you’re waiting for him in the hall, back pressed against the wall and thumb scrolling through your instagram. hands wrap around your waist from the side and you jump, looking up at the tall boy. “jesus christ, griff, you scared me,” you mumble, turning into him for a hug, “i’m proud of you though baby. that was a good goal.”
“thank you gorgeous,” he mumbles. he pulls back and you catch sight of the pink peeking out from under his suit jacket. you shake your head and reach to grab his sticks like you always did after a game. he presses a kiss to the side of your head before following you towards your car.
he opens the trunk and slides his bag to the back, grabbing his sticks from you. “wait,” you say, catching sight of something written on a piece of tape in the center of the blade, “is that- is that my initials?”
you inspect the part of his stick you rarely see because it was taped and look up at your boyfriend. you can see under the streetlight that he’s blushing and he shoves his hands in his pants pockets, “i mean, yeah? you’re who i play for now so i just started writing your initials on some tape and putting it under my normal tape job.”
“that’s so sweet griff,” you say, wrapping your arms around his waist. his chin rests on your head as you ask, “how long?”
“the moment that i realized that i was in love with you.”
Being griffs (friend) date to a umich hockey holiday party and looking amazing and he gets all jealous that the other boys are checking you out and low-key flirting and he gets all grumpy and he's like "but you're my girl", and you're like "I'm your girl" and kiss his cheek
finally some griff. y’all stay coming through
“okay, you can stop laughing now,” griffin sighs as he pulls the car to the side, “it’s really not that funny.”
“you said you’d bring the drinks and then you forgot to get the drinks. that pretty funny griff,” you push open your door and step onto the sidewalk. you pull your dress down slightly and look up towards the taller boy, “are you sure it’s not too much?”
he doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head and pulls the alcohol out of the back seat. you grab the wine and he gets the beer and you head back towards the house he shared with will and luke. you open the door and that’s when the shouting started. someone comes and takes the alcohol and carries it into the kitchen.
suddenly, the kitchen is packed as people grab their plates and drinks. griffin stands behind you in the line and places his hand on the small of your back while you wait for the person in front of you to move. your cheeks burn as carrie, one of his teammates girlfriends, wiggles her eyebrows and you shake your head.
you take a seat at the table, placing griffin’s plate beside yours because he’d offered to get the drinks. strauss takes a seat across from you. “you look gorgeous as always, y/n,” he says, sending you a smirk.
“thank you, strauss,” you say with a grin. griffin slides in beside you and hands you your glass of wine and you thank him. “is that a new suit?” you gesture towards strauss’ ensemble and he nods.
“it is. thank for noticing,” it’s quiet for a minute while you all dig in. he speaks up when your almost done, “you look really good in red. like, phenomenal.”
“stop you’re making me blush,” you say, shaking your head. he sends you a wink and you lean back in your chair, biting your lip. griffin nudges your foot with his and you turn to look at him, noticing that he’s not looking at you but he’s suddenly gone stiff.
strauss excuses himself and that’s when griffin turns his attention onto you. he pulls your chair closer and throws his arm around the back of it, fingertips running along your arm. you rest your hand on his leg, leaning towards him so no one can hear you, “what’s up with you? you’re stiff as a board.”
“he was flirting with. don’t like that,” he says, looking at you through his lashes. you raise an eyebrow and pull back slightly. his arm drops to rest on your hip and you hook one of your ankles with his, “you’re my girl.”
“‘m your girl?” you ask with a slight smirk. he nods and you press your lips to his cheek. “you better make it known then because i’ve been getting looks all night.”
“oh i will. you don’t need to worry about that.”