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n0cturna1-m3 · 2 years

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Sometimes We Say Things We Don't Mean | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male Reader | Angst with Comfort

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Alcohol consumption, verbal fighting, decent apologies, hangover, hurt/comfort, this is kinda shite, randomly named character that doesn't matter but they needed a name so 🤷🏻

Request; "reader gets super fucking drunk cuz them and ghost had an argument earlier and they dont know what to do and ghost finds them about to pass out and goes wa wa wa and then they wake up and they hug because ghost thought he was gonna lose them"

A/N; I'm sorry this took so long but for the better part of a month i was like "wtf am i supposed to write for the fight" and then went "ohhh, i can search why couples fight". so work it is!

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Y/N leaned against Ghost as he cooked dinner, a comfortable silence between them. He had come home from a long mission, not more than a week ago, and Y/N had missed him the entire time. Now that he was home, they could have gentle moments like this. Ghost could enjoy simplicity in domestic life for a change.

“I like it when you’re home,” Y/N murmured, watching Ghost cook from behind him. His arms were wrapped around his torso as he worked on a soup. “You should stay home more often.”

Ghost’s stirring faltered and he stiffened under Y/N’s embrace.

“I…” He started, grabbing a bowl of mixed spices from beside the stove, “Price informed me about something going on in Eastern Europe… They leave on Tuesday.”

Y/N moved to rest his chin on Ghost’s shoulder, side-eyeing him. “What do you mean by that?”

He didn’t respond, simply swallowing down the uncomfortable feeling in his throat when Y/N pulled away from him to lean on the counter and face him.

“No, don’t ignore me,” Y/N demanded, staring at Ghost, who avoided eye contact at all costs.

“He asked me to go with him and the Task Force to-”

“No,” Y/N cut him off, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean ‘no’, you aren’t going.”

“What makes you think you have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

“I don’t, it’s just,” Y/N stared at his socks as he grew aggravated. “You’ve been home for 5 days. You would leave in, what day is it… Sunday? In one day?” He asked, glancing at Ghost. He had turned off the burner and pushed the pot onto the back burner to settle, turning to face Y/N.

“Yeah,” He responded curtly.

“You think that’s okay? Just, being gone all the time?”

“It’s my job.”

“Well, yeah, I get that, but you can turn this one down. You can spend some more time with me. Price didn’t give you an order or anything, right?”

“That’s not how that works and you know it.”

“I know…” He sounded dejected, embarrassed even. “I just… I miss having you here…”

“I know, but I have to do this.”

“Why?!” Y/N shouted, startling Ghost, who jumped at the sudden noise. It wasn’t often that Y/N would yell. He was rather soft-spoken and understanding, so it was almost scary to see him so upset. “Why can’t you be here?! Just for a few more days, that’s all I want!”

“I-” Ghost choked, eyes scanning Y/N’s face.

“I’m sick of it! I hate you leaving me for weeks on end, months, even, and once you come home it’s- it’s all you talk about! Work! I hate it!” Tears beaded in his eyes as he screamed. “I just- I want you, Simon!”

Ghost stared at him speechless. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to articulate a sentence, for the right words to say that would soothe the ache in Y/N’s heart. Nothing could come to mind.

“You said it was okay when we started dating,” He said, eyes dark. Y/N scowled, hot tears falling from his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“This wasn’t what I signed up for. Being neglected.”

“Neglected? Are you kidding?”

Y/N huffed. “It’s not my fault that I feel like y- you love your job more than me.”

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s mine. It always is, isn’t it?”

“S- Stop it! That’s not wuh- what I meant-”

“No, but it’s what you thought. Listen, I like what I do. You can suck it up and deal with it.”

“I- I know you do, I just-”

“Stop stuttering, for fucks sake!”

Y/N choked out a sob and felt his knees wobble. He puffed out his bottom lip slightly and stared at Ghost with a hurt look. When Y/N was anxious, he would stutter. Ghost knew that he was insecure about that.

“I-” He paused so that he could sound out every word without stumbling over them. “I hate you.”

Ghost twitched, hands flexing around nothing.

“Then leave,” He said without thinking. Y/N whimpered and shoved past Ghost before he could process the words that spilt past his lips.

By the time he did figure out what he said, the front door had slammed shut and Y/N’s coat was gone, his house key still on the hook. He took a shaky breath and walked to their shared bedroom to lie down and cool his head. Maybe a walk would help Y/N regain his thoughts.

“And then- he- he made fun of me,” Y/N sobbed, choking on tears while he drank a beer. “Then he told me to leave.”

“Oh, my god…” The bartender murmured. She was one of Y/N’s close friends, and he always took the bus to get to her bar when he was upset. “What a cunt!” She exclaimed. “I can’t believe you’re dating that bastard!”

“Ally, gimme a scotch,” He said before finishing his beer. “And another beer.”

That went on for some time. Drinking and sobbing and ranting, Ally listened to every word with a comforting presence.

“Do you think…” Ally turned her head from where she was fixing someone a pint of Guinness, “that it’s my fault?” Ally turned back to the glass, placing it down so it could settle, before walking over to Y/N again.

“Maybe a little,” She said, reaching out to wipe his cheeks with a towel that was in her apron. His face was burning hot, and his eyes were puffy and bloodshot. Y/N cried harder at her words, and she continued to wipe them off his face. “But you came from a good place. You should talk to him with a level head.”

Y/N looked at her with snot running down his nose. “He hates me.”

“No, I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, darling.” She walked back to the Guinness to fill it the rest of the way before handing it to an older gentleman who took it with a smile. Y/N watched her as he felt the beginning of a migraine seep through the back of his skull, creeping into his brow bone and making the back of his eyes ache. Beer doesn’t substitute water well, especially when you’re expelling all of it through your face for hours on end. His eyes drooped and his head felt heavy, so he went limp and let his forehead smack against the bar.

“BloodyJesus!” Ally jumped, glaring at Y/N. Her gaze softened at his pitiful figure: an odd bloke, drunk off his arse, sobbing in the furthest corner of the bar. It was a miracle he hadn’t thrown up yet. “Christ, don’t you dare blackout in my bar, Y/N.”

Ally’s phone buzzed in her pocket, and she fished it out to check the caller ID. ‘Simon’. She huffed and picked up, pressing it to her ear and being met with a very frantic Ghost.

“Have- Have you seen Y/N? We had a fight, he left and I- He hasn’t come home yet. I’m worried,” He said. He sounded close to tears if they weren’t already falling. A thick frog in his throat was making him choke on his words.

Ally sighed and looked at Y/N, who had managed to lift his head and reach for his unfinished beer. She smacked his hand away and grabbed the glass. “I’ve got ‘im.”

“Fuck, thank god. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“What? It’s a 20-minute drive, how the hell are you… He’s hung up on me,” Ally groaned, pocketing her phone and dumping the beer in the sink. Y/N whined at the sight but didn’t audibly complain. Not in English at least.

“Gimme another,” He slurred, leaning on one of his arms. Ally shook her head and tended to another customer, fixing him a glass of whiskey and setting it in front of them.

She glanced at the front door when it burst open not 10 minutes later, slightly peeved at the sudden loud intrusion, and more so at the fact that it wasn’t a regular. Her eyes softened, however, as she saw that it was Simon. He was frantically scanning the room, noticing Ally and rushing over to her before seeing Y/N, utterly ossified and nearly asleep.

“You get this drunk out of my pub,” She said. He nodded and wordlessly helped Y/N up, wrapping an arm around him before deciding that he would fare better at bringing him home by lifting him up. Ally watched as Ghost lifted Y/N up onto his back with ease, piggybacking him.

“Thank you,” He said quietly. Ally shook her hand and shooed him, desperate to get this show out of her pub and back onto the streets where it belonged. As the door closed behind Ghost, one of the men sat at the bar looked at Ally with a confused face.

“What the feck was that holy show?” He asked, leaning forward as if it were a secret.

“Two very sad man-children.”

Y/N woke up in bed with a hangover feeling entirely shattered. He groaned and shrank back under the blankets, burying his face in his pillow to avoid the blinding morning sun.

“Oh my god…” He whimpered, rubbing his eyebrows with his fingers and groaning again. He heard the bedroom door open, but couldn’t will himself to look over to see who it was.

“Good morning,” Ghost said, walking beside the bed and setting a cold glass of water on the nightstand with 3 Dexibuprofen and a Lucozade Sport. “For your hangover.”

Y/N poked his head out of his little cocoon to look at Ghost, who was now crouched down to be eye level with him, his eyes welling up with tears at the stupid, sorry look on his face. Y/N reached out his hand and cupped his face, rubbing his stubbly cheek with his thumb. Simon leaned into his touch, eyes glossy as he looked at Y/N.

“ ‘M sorry…” Y/N whispered. His head was throbbing, but Simon was here in front of him and that was good enough for him. “I don’t hate you…”

“I know,” He responded, cupping Y/N’s hand and moving it to press a kiss to his palm. “You worried me.”

He blinked away his tears and leaned in to kiss Y/N softly, who welcomed it tenderly, holding the back of Simon’s neck. He pulled back and rested their foreheads against each other, gazing into each other's eyes carefully.

“Could you,” Simon whispered, “say that you love me?” His voice cracked at the end, his face reddening slightly with embarrassment as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I love you, Simon,” Y/N said, leaning in to kiss him again. “I love you.”

“Take your pain killers,” He said, pulling away from Y/N so he could sit up enough to drink the pills down.

A wave of relief washed over his face when he swallowed a mouthful of cold water. It felt as though it went straight to his migraine, cooling his brain that was aching. His eyes finally felt like they weren't going to pop out of their sockets.

Simon watched as Y/N began to relax. He drank so quickly that water dripped down his chin and onto his chest. Simon smiled at Y/N with a certain fondness that was reserved just for him. A smile that only he had seen, or one that maybe Soap or Price would see a glimpse of when thinking of him.

Y/N finished the glass and set it on the side table, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and looking at Simon.

“Will you lay with me?” He asked. He looked tired again, and Simon felt tired, too.

“Yeah,” He said, crawling into bed with Y/N and laying with his head on his chest. “I love you.”

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odinsblog · 4 months

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I know you’ve heard about Harrison Butker by now, and his embarrassment of a commencement speech at Benedictine College. You’ve probably seen the NFL kicker roasted six ways from Sunday for his misogyny, hypocrisy, and regressive nonsense. People have already written about his stupidity, everyone has memed his nonsense, and conservatives have applauded him for advocating for a return to the 1950s. That is exactly what he was doing, unashamedly. Butker delivered countless awful lines, saying, “Things like abortion, IVF, surrogacy, euthanasia, as well as a growing support for degenerate cultural values in media, all stem from the pervasiveness of disorder.” Which is an ugly mix of law and order rhetoric and sexism, a mix that makes no logical sense but scratches a certain itch in the mind of his conservative audience.

I just want to briefly add to the criticism of this Super Bowl winner, who will probably run for office before too long. Specifically, I want to highlight the inane variety of patriarchal bullshit running through his speech, and his apparent approach to the world. Butker and men like him are trying to sell us a load of hot garbage, and get men to be the worst version of themselves. They’re trying to make us see ourselves as victims, and encouraging us to use that false belief as fuel to go out and hurt other people. We can and should reject that directive.

We should reject it for countless reasons, but I think the place to start is to look at this guy telling us we’ve been oppressed by society and so we should stand up and be real men and tell women to be homemakers. He makes four million dollars a year to kick a ball, he’s won the Super Bowl, and he’s still a miserable person pretending to be a victim. All that wealth, all the success, and he’s going to speak at a college to tell young women, “I would venture to guess that the majority of you are most excited about your marriage and the children you will bring into this world.”

As they’re graduating college to go out into the world, he’s telling them to stay home and be mothers. He’s theoretically reached the American dream, and he’s spending his time telling college girls to be “homemakers.”

Oh and in the days since his speech it’s come out that his mom is an accomplished physicist. But nevertheless.

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jaywonjuice · 1 year

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baking with enhypen 🥧✨

pairing: bf!enha x gn reader

warnings: sfw intimacy, physical contact, kissing, mentions of food

wc: 1k

a/n: some super warm and cozy domestic enha for you this sunday afternoon, i hope u enjoy :3 (i only write romantically for enha adult line !)

ೀ⋆heeseung

when you ask what he wants to make, hee immediately suggests coffee and walnut cake (he doesn’t even like coffee but he knows it’s your favourite)

gets himself told off for snacking on the crushed walnuts when you’re not looking. he grins mischievously at you, finding your exasperated expression endlessly cute, and resumes munching the second your back is turned again.

he slips his arms around your waist while you’re mixing the coffee cream, and rests his chin on your shoulder, kissing your neck softly. ‘hee, if you ever want to actually get to eat this cake do you maybe wanna help?’ you say, suppressing a smile. ‘mm-mm,’ he hums his refusal, earning an eye roll from you.

ೀ⋆jay

you just know that jay has to be out here choosing the most complicated and ambitious recipe ~ think sour cherry and pistachio danish.

he’s in the middle of rambling to you about how to get the compote a perfect gooey consistency, when you lean in quickly and give him a sudden kiss. you promptly return to looking at him expectantly to carry on, as if nothing had happened. he blinks, taken aback for a moment by the interruption, before smiling as he continues with what he was saying, detailing how absolutely *crucial* it is that everything be finished off with a brush of orange liqueur…

he loves to supervise from behind, watching over your shoulder as you roll out and fold the dough, using the excuse of ‘helping make sure you get it all even’ as he leans over you and places his bigger hands on top of yours, guiding their movements with his, causing your heart to race.

the danishes come out looking and smelling amazing, and as you stare at them, wide-eyed with excitement, jay can feel his heart swell with pride at you taking an interest in his favourite hobby.

ೀ⋆jake

jake insists on his auntie’s australian lamington recipe, enthusiastically declaring that he wants to make them for you to try because he loved them so much growing up ..’)

jake is the messiest chef, and he leaves the kitchen looking like a storm has just passed through - somehow he has managed to use last every cup, bowl, and utensil in the process of baking one little tray of cakes for you.

and of course he manages to get flour all over his face, and you laugh at his oblivious expression as he stares at you with big puppy eyes, confused why you’re laughing. he looks so adorable right now that you simply have to kiss him on his floury cheek.

later on, when the two of you are snuggled up on the sofa under a blanket watching your favourite show together, you realise you can still smell the sweet coconut scent from your baking escapade lingering on him when he leans in close.

ೀ⋆sunghoon

of course you and hoon are going to be making his favourite, tiramisu.

dusting the cocoa powder over the dessert tickles your nose and makes you sneeze like five times in a row, and hoon teases you about how cute your sneeze sounds for the rest of the morning.

he looks unbelievably fine stood there in front of you right now, you think to yourself, in his navy apron and pressed white shirt, brow furrowed slightly in concentration as he whisks mascarpone into a big mixing bowl. he looks up and catches you watching him, and your cheeks flush instantly.

the determined expression on your face as you grate chocolate over a bowl, sunghoon thinks, is maddeningly cute. before he can stop himself he’s reaching out to tuck a rogue lock of hair that has come loose back behind your ear. you don’t even have time to look up and meet his gaze properly before his lips are on yours.

ೀ⋆sunoo

together, the two of you are definitely on a mission to make this the prettiest strawberry lemon cake the world has ever seen.

his long fringe keeps falling into his eyes as he’s mixing up the buttercream, so he allows you to tie it up for him with a little hair band. you have to try *really* hard not to giggle or tease him about the way the little hair sprout wiggles side to side on top of his head as he vigorously whisks the cake mix.

while waiting for the cake to come out of the oven, you decide to check and see how it’s doing. as you open it up to take a peek, sunoo at your side wordlessly puts an arm around your waist, and instinctively you let your head rest on his shoulder. you feel an inexplicable surge of comfort in the warm moment. you stay and watch together quietly as the soft sponge of the cake rises steadily.

the decorating is his absolute favourite part, blushing when you compliment the way he delicately arranges thinly-sliced strawberries and freeze dried lemon pieces over the cake’s surface.

ೀ⋆jungwon

when jungwon suggests baking cinnamon rolls you can’t help yourself from laughing a little bit. ‘jungwon you literally are like, a cinnamon roll personified,’ you tease. he pouts, doing his best to look offended by your poking fun, but you can tell that really he’s enjoying it.

you had expected baked goods and jungwon to make an adorable combination, however, as you watch him now, with his hair pushed back and sleeves rolled roughly up, kneading the dough on the countertop, the muscles in his forearm flexing suddenly catch your eye and…. you feel the heat rise in your cheeks, flustered by the unexpected reminder of his surprising strength.

won holds up his complete decorated cinnamon roll for you to see, beaming proudly. as your eyes rest on the pastry, a smile plays on your lips. the surface is a little wonky, and icing is dripping unevenly round the sides, but it would be a lie to say that it doesn’t look delicious. you could tell how much care he’d put into making it. ‘for you,’ he tells you shyly. ‘it’s made with love.’

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wildlife4life · 7 months

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Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by super amazing @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @glorious-spoon @wikiangela @daffi-990 @tizniz @devirnis @watchyourbuck @hoodie-buck @loserdiaz @spotsandsocks and @diazsdimples. Thank you all so much!

Alright, so I know haven't been as active since dropping the first chapter of NFL Buck. I've just been sort of down because that same day, the Super Bowl Champs had their parade and rally, and just after it ended there was a mass shooting. My younger sister was there with some friends and they got away unharmed, but when she didn't answer my message for a long 30 minutes, I truly thought the worst. I've just been so sad and angry for Kansas City, for the US really and I just couldn't get into the spirit of writing. I'm not getting into the politics of it all today and my sister is coming for a visit soon, so I'm feeling marginally better. KC Strong.

First chapter of NFL Buck has been dropped, but everything else I've posted for this fic can be found here. Here is a snippet from the Eddie Begin's arc of NFL Buck.

Hurricane Harvey was relentless for almost four days, bullying southern Texas with unforgiving wind and an exurbanite amount of rain. Houston fire department and so many others worked day and night to help those who had not evacuated. It was absolute chaos, and it blew through Eddie’s entire life. The storms had wreaked havoc on the cell towers, which meant service was spotty to none and radios became the main source of communication for rescuers. By some miracle, though, the internet connection at the firehouse held strong. It was slow and glitched out here and there, reminding Eddie too much of his time in Afghanistan. He watched his infant son grow up through a screen, with his very upset wife barely holding on and his parents hovering nearby, souring the video calls even further. Christopher was no longer a whimpering baby in his mother’s lap but looking at his saddened son on a glitching iPad screen with a tense Maddie sitting beside him, was too familiar. Add in the argument he had with Buck just before, and the threat of danger just outside the firehouse, Eddie was back to being a scared 19-year-old in war riddled country. “Dad, grandma said we’re not going to visit Buck anymore. That he’s too busy. And Maddie tried to call him, but he didn’t answer and…” The eight-year old’s voice trails off, his lips trembling. Eddie bites his inner cheek hard. This was on him. He gave into his mother’s worries and demands about traveling through Texas during the hurricane. Helena was too stubborn and being his mother, she knew every damn button to push, and Eddie was tired of fighting. So, he reluctantly agreed to cancel the visit and his mother grinned a little too sharply before stating, “I’m sure Maddie will enjoy having her brother to herself.” Another ploy to take Christopher and Eddie fucking fell for it. Then his mother took it a step further by graciously telling Buck and Maddie herself, that Christopher would no longer be joining them in Dallas and to enjoy their time together for as long as they need it. Eddie knew his mother didn’t approve of his relationship with Buck, more so than his previous one with Shannon. The only reason she kept her mouth shut was the potential back lash of upsetting Christopher. But she already succeeded in having a hand in driving away Shannon and she probably believed she could do the same with Evan.

With this fic, there are a lot of canon events with twists. The usual timeline does not exists. But I hope you all enjoyed!

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adoristsposts · 1 year

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justin herbert winning superbowl and proposes to y/n on the field

author's note; oh ABSOLUTELY anon u ate with this idea!!! singlehandedly bringing me out of my writing slump summary; the superbowl was supposed to be justin herberts biggest win of the day- but he can't help himself from making it just a little better. word count; 5k warnings; mention of underage drinking, nsfw joke Lol! unedited characters; Reader x Justin Herbert

There was no world in which you weren't shaking with nerves and anticipation. You had grown up watching the Super Bowl on television. You had honestly never really paid it much mind unless your local team had made it through, and even then it was usually your teenage excuse to have a few friends round and sneak a few drinks. In the past couple of years, however, football had become integrated into your life in the form of a 6'6, 236 lbs sweetheart. When you and Justin had begun dating, the idea of it lasting had been far from your mind. You complained incessantly to your girlfriends about his schedule. "He's always busy!" You had whinged to them, far from dramatic. He always had practice or a game or team bonding. Finding a time he could carve out for you was hard. But damn, did he try. And it worked. Three years later, you looked forward to the familiar thump of his football bag hitting the floor on a Sunday to alert you to his arrival. After a win, he'd come to find you with a grin on his face and wild eyes, usually peppering you with kisses. A loss, however, meant he immediately took a solemn shower and put all that gentle giant weight on you to lie in your arms and soak in your affection. This year had been filled with wins. After two losses at the start of the season, the team managed to turn the tide and keep a strong string of games going. The result was enough to put them head-to-head against the Kansas City Chiefs in this year's Super Bowl.

And the Nevada heat was not helping you stay calm. You half wanted to peel your Herbert jersey off and stand in a refrigerator until the game was over. You were nervous for all sorts of reasons. Firstly, you wanted Justin to win. Secondly, you wanted Justin to get through the game without getting injured. The injury to his ribs last year, he liked to joke, had scared you more than it had hurt him. You would be happy with any result as long as he left the field in one piece.

So far, it was a close game. 21-31 in the fourth quarter, with the Chiefs leading. You couldn't figure out how you felt. You were bursting at the seams with pride as is, but you were desperate for Justin to win what he had been working towards for so long. Justin had played an incredible game so far. You and his family kept repeating so to each other, like a mantra that he would continue doing so. You wanted nothing more than to see them win this game, even if watching was growing more difficult with each passing second. Mitch and Patrick, his two brothers, watched standing up. They either perched, staring and analyzing the game in a way only a football player could, or paced whatever stretch of ground they could, discussing their conclusions. "He's doing great," Holly said, not really aiming the words at anyone. Your hands were clasped in hers, and you gave her a squeeze. The sweet moment was interrupted by Patrick's yelp. Your gaze snapped back to the field, and Holly let go of your hands as both of you stood up. There was a wide opening, where Keenan Allen was waiting. Justin's snap made it to him, and Allen set into the most determined run you had ever seen. He dodged defense, with help from Chargers players doing their best to block them from his path. And then- "Touchdown by Keenan Allen! The Chargers are beginning to close the very small gap between them and the Chiefs!" The announcer called. You and the Herbert family erupted in glee (as you had with every previous point.)

With just under a minute now left in the last quarter, 28-30 was beginning to seem like it would be the final score. Both sides were not letting anything or anyone pass. You could practically feel the tension radiating from the players. No one had sat down since Keenan's touchdown. The electricity in the box was too much for anyone to stay stationary. Your hands were clasped, pressed to your lips as you watched your boyfriend set up. He got the ball, pulled back, and paused. "Go!" Mitch yelled like Justin could hear him. And then, like he could, Justin started running. They had set up close enough, he could make it- you could see he was going to make it. You had never heard louder yells than in the second Justin made it to the endzone. The clock after that ticked down painfully slowly. But second after second, the Chiefs were unable to score any points that would put them back in the lead.

Then the game ended, and the Los Angeles Chargers had officially won the 2024 Super Bowl. You were right behind the Herberts as the four of them rushed out of the box and down to the field, Patrick dragging you next to him with a handful of your shirt. "Slow down!" You laughed at him. "You're dating a Super Bowl winner, there's no slowing down now!" He exclaimed back at you. You felt the warm flush of giddiness and pride. Justin was a Super Bowl winner. Your boyfriend. Your lovely boyfriend. When you made it down, the field and sidelines were already flooded with family and friends. A sea of red and blue. You were sure the pure, unadulterated joy radiating off of you was salt in the wound for the Chiefs players, but the moment you locked eyes with your boyfriend you didn't care. In a surge of energy, you raced towards him, your large smile somehow growing even bigger. When you reached him, you didn't even care that he reeked or that his pads were wet with sweat. He picked you up on impact and twirled you around. "You won," you told him. When he put you down, he kissed you quickly but passionately. "I'm so proud of you, babe." You said. "I love you." "I love you too." He said, smiling down at you. That damned height. His family caught up, hugging him and crying and showering him with love and congratulations. Once their excitement had faded a little, Justin wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side. He pressed his lips into your hair and mumbled something. "What?" You asked, pulling away. "Marry me." He said clearly this time. You froze. His eyebrows lifted as he waited for your answer, a shit-eating grin uncurling on his face. You couldn't think of what to say except for "What?" "Marry me." He repeated. His words sounded so sure, and the way he was looking at you- You reached up a hand and grabbed the front of his pads to pull him down to kiss you. This time not short, but definitely just as passionate. "Yes," You told him against his lips, "Of course I will." "Woah! Slow it down on the PDA, Justin." His dad laughed. Justin pulled away from you. "Sorry, dad." He apologized, "Just excited." "Don't let the Super Bowl get to your head," Mitch joked, reaching up to slap his little brother lightly on the back of the head. "It's not just that," Justin began, "I just kind of.." he scratched the back of his neck, unsure how to explain it. He looked to you for help. "I think we just got engaged?" You said, not breaking your gaze away from his. Holly let out a yelp of excitement, but Patrick beat it by a mile. "I call best man!" He yelled without missing a beat. From near you, Sebastian's head turned. "What did I just hear about a best man?" He asked. Justin rolled his eyes and groaned like the question annoyed him. Underneath it all, he was bursting with the anticipation of telling everyone. He had been pondering when to ask for months. There was a ring in the drawer of his bedside table that had been waiting for him to finally propose. But of course, he had to choose the spontaneous moment that felt right. He wished you had a ring to show off to the boys, but instead, he just had to tell them, "We're engaged!" The team exploded with cheers and congratulations, all still riding the high of the win. Still under his arm, you looked up at your now-fiancee with a sly grin. "Go shower and get changed. You and I are in for a very fun night." You told him under your breath. His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised in a cheeky expression. "You're on," He retorted, beginning to walk away. "But don't forget baby, I'm a Super Bowl winner! It'll be a fun month." You ignored the curious glances his family and teammates gave you at his comment and tried to hide your bright red cheeks.

#adoristsposts #justin herbert #justin herbert fluff #justin herbert x reader #justin herbert fanfic #my little princess (he's 6'6 and 236lbs)#nfl #nfl fic #my bbg idk what else to say #anon ask

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Since We’re Alone - Joe Burrow

Summary: During times like these; it’s hard for you to think about how much your life has changed in the past year… But when someone from one of your precious relationships makes an unexpected appearance, it leads to an important conversation that you and Joe had been avoiding for far too long.

Genre: Angst and Fluff (New Relationship AU)

“All Your Thoughts Running Through Your Head, The Things You Think Better Left Unsaid… Just Wanna Know Where You Came From” Niall Horan; Since We’re Alone.

It’s crazy how in just one year, your life can changed in ways that is hard to explain without sounding like you’re going insane… It’s hard to recognize yourself because you’ve changed so much, but changing your live and yourself for the better is never a bad thing.

One year ago on Super Bowl Sunday you and Harrison Bryant ,your boyfriend at the time, were attending a small party along with some of the football players on the Cleveland Browns team and their partners to watch the biggest football game of the year between the Los Angeles Rams and Cincinnati Bengals… Despite the Bengals football team and Browns football team representing the same state in the NFL, majority of the Browns football players were rooting for the Rams football team to win the Super Bowl 56.

After a year of experiencing betrayal and heartbreak because of your ex-boyfriend and learning how to love yourself again with the help of your family, best friends, and your therapist… Here you are in the Kimpton Hotel Suite in Phoenix, Arizona getting ready alongside Joe Burrow, your boyfriend, for Michael Rubin's 2023 Fanatics Super Bowl Party hours before Super Bowl 57.

It’s crazy when you think about how last year you were watching your future boyfriend play in the most important football game of his life while sitting next to your future ex-boyfriend and his teammates.

Today at the Super Bowl Party, you and Joe will be making a public appearance for the first time as a couple since the two of you started dating about 5 months ago… For the past few months the two of you have kept your relationship a secret from football fans; but now since it’s the end of the football season, Joe and you felt it is the best time now to publicly reveal your relationship before it got exposed by football fans.

As you were getting ready for the Super Bowl Party in the hotel suite’s bathroom, there was a bubble of anxiety forming in your chest that you were trying very hard to ignore… Because as much as you were excited to go to the party with Joe, you were very nervous about making the first public appearance as a couple.

While your previous relationship was with a football player, that relationship was very private to the point where Cleveland Browns fans didn’t know about the relationship and some Cleveland Browns football players didn’t know that you were Harrison’s girlfriend when the two of you would go to an event together… Harrison always claimed that he wanted to keep your relationship private or else the public media would care about his relationship more than his football career; while your friends said that was an excuse, you believed his reasons to keep the relationship private.

Now in your current relationship with Joe, it’s easy for you to understand what being in a private relationship means because while Joe wants to keep his life outside of football private, he wants you to be involved in his public life as much as you can by inviting you to sit with his parents and friends at football games and now going to public events together.

Once you were finished getting ready, you examined your outfit in the full length mirror in the bathroom. The simple short white dress that Joe had bought you as a 1 month anniversary looked stunning on you and matched the white laced-up sandals as the knitted cardigan that was gifted to you by your grandmother gave your outfit some color and to give you comfort due to the unpredictable weather of Phoenix, Arizona.

Suddenly the bathroom door is opening which causes you to turn around. “Hey Angel are you-“ Joe pauses his sentence as he looks up and down at you, examining your outfit choice. The look on his face is a face you’ve never before which makes you confused.

“Is this dress good to wear at the event?!” you ask. “I know the dress-code is casual attire and I think this outfit is casual, I have other outfits if this is bad.”

“No! This isn’t a bad outfit at all… You look gorgeous!” Joe exclaims as he walks into the bathroom towards you. “I just love this dress on you so much… and what makes the dress even better is that I bought it for you.”

You felt your cheeks get hot as you hid you face in your hands with causes Joe to softly sighed as he moves your hands away from your face and placed his hands on your cheeks, guiding your face to look up at him as he gives you smiles that causes you to blush more.

“You know I love to see you blush because of me Angel.” Joe whispers, as he rubs your cheeks with his thumbs. “There’s no reason to be so nervous.”

“I know.” you whisper.

Joe raises an eyebrow, “You know I’m not just talking about the compliments I gave your outfit right?” he asks, “There’s no reason for you to be so nervous about the Super Bowl party.”

“I know.” you whisper again. “I just can’t help feeling so nervous because this is the first time we’re going to a public event together as a couple.”

“I know and I understand that.” Joe says. “But don’t let your anxiety ruin today for you. You’ll be by my side the entire time and we’ll be around people that you know. We won’t be at the event for long and then we can come back to our hotel suite and relax before the football game. This will be a fun day for us.”

It make you smile to see how much Joe cared about you and how much he wants to take care of you… It’s still very early in your relationship so you haven’t told him about your past relationship and the reasons for your anxiety, but Joe has never pressured you to talk about it and he makes it clear that he’ll be ready to listen when you are ready to talk about your past.

There was a part of you that has been anxious since the beginning of your relationship with Joe that once he found out that you previous relationship was with a football players, he would think differently of you and would shame you for going from one football player to another football player within a few months.

But there was the other part of you that knew once you would open up to Joe about your previous relationship with Harrison, he wouldn’t think differently of you or shame you for moving on from a relationship that was becoming toxic and for allowing your mutual friends to set the two of you up together because the friends knew you and Joe would be so good for each other.

Joe smiles back at you as he leans down to give you a quick kiss on the lips before he takes his hands off your cheeks to pull you into a hug… For the first time since you woke up this morning, you felt that anxious bubble in your chest deflate because of the comforting words and actions from Joe that make you feel safe.

There’s a reason why Michael Rubin's Super Bowl parties are the most popular Super Bowl parties for people to attend every year. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a big crowd of people like this before in your life… It didn’t take long for the anxious bubble to form again in your chest as you held a tight grip on Joe’s hands as he’s leading the two of you through the crowd to try reach where he knew some close friends would be at.

It was difficult at times to make your way through the crowd, but once you and Joe started to see people that you recognized in an area that wasn’t too crowded… When the two of you arrived in the area and saw all of Joe’s good friends in the NFL, you were able to feel more comfortable within your surroundings of not being around strangers.

While Joe and the other football players started making small conversations amongst each other that you couldn’t barely hear because of the loud music from the DJ booth. You start to look around the area to see if you could recognize anyone, but you realized that was a mistake when you made eye contact with someone you never thought you’ll see again.

There he was your Harrison Bryant with his arm wrapped around the waist of a girl that you recognized to be who you caught him cheating on you with… He just smiled as waved at you before turning his attention back to the conversation with his girl and a Cleveland Browns football player that you recognized.

You immediately felt sick in your stomach; for many months you’ve tried to avoid any sight of him whether it was on social media or at football games but here he was at a Super Bowl Party… All you could do was stand next to your boyfriend while trying not to have a panic breakdown in front of everyone around you.

This was the first time you had seen Harrison since the night you caught him cheating on you in your own apartment… All the memories of the things he had said about you and your relationship from the night made you feel like you were going to vomit.

“Are you okay?!” Joe loudly whispered, as his voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Joe had noticed you staring off into the distance for a few minutes, at first he thought that you recognized someone but when your face started going pale and your grip on his hand got tighter. Joe knew that something was wrong.

When you turned you head towards Joe and noticed the concern on his face, all you could do was nod your head and pretend that everything was fine… Even thought the two of you have only been dating for a few months Joe knew that you weren’t telling the truth but, he didn’t want to pressure you to talk about it now.

For the rest of the time while the two of you were at Michael Rubin's 2023 Fanatics Super Bowl Party, you didn’t feel like yourself at all… There was a huge anxious bubble in your chest, you felt so sick to your stomach to the point where you wanted to run off to a private area just to vomit, and you just wanted to go back to the hotel room to cry of how your ex-boyfriend still had so much control over your emotions even if he didn’t say any words to you.

Thankfully, Joe kept his eye on you because he could tell that something must’ve triggered your anxiety and he was slowly wrapping up the loose ends of the conversations with the other football players so that the two of you can leave the party and go back to the privacy of the hotel suit. But just as the conversations were ending, you heard a voice you thought that you would never have to heard again.

“Joe Burrow! It’s good to see you!” your ex-boyfriend yells as he’s walking forward towards the both of you.

“Oh Hey…” Joe slowly says, as he’s not able to recognize the man that is walking his way and you finally noticed that the girl was no longer by his side.

“I’m Harrison Bryant!, Tight End for the Cleveland Browns.” he says proudly. “Me and you have played each other on the football field a few times and I thought now would be the best time to say hello.”

Joe nods his head, not knowing what to say. You just decided to keep quiet. You knew Joe doesn’t know about the history between you and Harrison but you didn’t know if Harrison knew that Joe doesn’t know.

“And look who you have right beside you…” Harrison says, looking directly at you which has Joe confused. “Hello Y/N! It’s good to see you again!”

All you could do was give a fake soft smile as you looked at Harrison who had a smirk on his face before you turned to look and see the confusion on Joe’s face as the grip Joe had on your waist got tighter.

“Hi Harrison.” you bitterly replied.

“How do the two of you know each other?!” Joe asked, looking back and forth between you and Harrison.

Since the three of you have lived in Ohio the past few years, Joe thought you knew Harrison because of friends… but from the tension that could be seen between Harrison and you, Joe knew that the reason the two of you knew each other was complicated.

You didn’t want to lie to Joe, especially in front of Harrison knowing that he would expose the truth… but you didn’t want to give your ex-boyfriend the power of exposing a secret that you’ve been keeping from Joe.

“Harrison is my ex-boyfriend.” you confess. You watch the smirk of Harrison’s face grow bigger as Joe looked more confused than ever before. In that moment, you just wanted to kick Harrison in the crotch and runaway with Joe to a private area to tell the whole truth.

“I’m very surprised to see that you’re dating another football player. You should’ve seen the look on my face when people were telling me that my ex-girlfriend is here with the Cincinnati Bengals Quarterback.” Harrison says. “It’s crazy how things can change in a year. One year ago you were sitting next to me watching your future boyfriend lose in the Super Bowl.”

The grip that Joe had on your waist got tighter to the point where you knew that there would be bruise marks on the skin… You knew that Joe was getting angrier the more Harrison talked. While Joe could be a master of hiding his emotions, if people were paying attention to the conversation they would see his anger.

“Well… I’m sure one day the Cleveland Browns will make it to the Super Bowl.“ Joe states in an angry tone. “But I guess that past 52 years just weren’t the day.”

“Next year will definitely be the year for the Cleveland Browns, you can trust me on that.” Harrison says. “Anyways, I knew I wasn’t going crazy when I saw thought I saw you at the football game between Cleveland and Cincinnati a few weeks ago… I thought that you were at the game to support me but turns out you were at the game to support your new boy-toy.”

“After everything that happened between us… Why would you think that I would ever want to go to a football game and support you again?!” you asked.

“Because girls like you never forget their first love. No matter how the relationship ended.” Harrison answered. “You know I’ll always love you.”

You almost gasped because you couldn’t believe your ex-boyfriend has the nerve to say that he loves you despite the fact that one of the reasons your relationship ended was because you never felt loved by him throughout your entire relationship.

There was silence between the three of you. The only important thing that you knew that you needed to do was leave the party with Joe before a fight could start between him and Harrison… You force Joe to let go of the tight grip that he had on your waist and before he react, you grip his hand tight and started walking as you force Joe to follow behind you.

“Goodbye Harrison. It’s time for Joe and I to leave.” you exclaimed, as the two of you walk past him. You bump into Harrison’s shoulder and don’t look back as Harrison yells for you to say “Excuse Me”.

You knew that you could’ve and should’ve handled the situation better but, you weren’t expecting to see your ex-boyfriend at the party and you weren’t expecting Harrison to walk up and try to have a conversation.

All that you could hope and pray for now is that when you and Joe get back to the hotel suite, he is willing to listen to the reasons why you decided to keep your precious relationship a secret from him.

From the walk to the Uber, to the ride in the car back to the hotel, and to the elevator ride up to the hotel suite. Joe had not said a word to you, he just kept a tight grip on your hand as he kept his attention occupied on something other than you… It was until he let go of your hand as the two of you walked into the hotel suite when he spoke up.

“I’m going take a shower and then we need to talk.” he said, not looking at you as he walked towards the bathroom and then shut the door very loudly.

When Joe was in the bathroom, he felt like he could breathe again as he let go of the breathe he was holding in for so long… There were so many thoughts going through his head and it was overwhelming him to the point where he needed some alone time in the shower to think about everything that happened.

The feeling in Joe’s gut when Harrison walked up towards him should’ve been a warning sign that the conversation between the three of you wasn’t going to be pleasant… Joe wishes he would’ve trusted his gut and walked away with you to not give Harrison any attention because now the two of you have to deal with the consequences of what Harrison has said.

When Joe got into the hot shower, immediately the tension in his body was relieved and he could feel himself relaxing as he let the sound of water take over his mind from the overwhelming thoughts.

Joe has always been a very observing person especially when it came to you… From the moment the two of you met because of mutual friends, he knew that you had just gotten out of a relationship that your friends described to be unhealthy for you.

But, that didn’t stop Joe from catching feeling for you and confessing those feelings only a few months later and he promised you that he would never hurt you the way your ex-boyfriend hurt you (even though he didn’t know any details about your previous relationship).

Joe knew that one day the two of you would have to talk about your previous relationship due to your relationship anxiety because it’s slowly started to affect your relationship with Joe… He doesn’t know what happened between you and Harrison, but he knows that something happened that causes you to have so much anxiety when it comes to relationships.

As Joe is replaying the events of the day in his mind, he realizes that the reason you were so nervous before the two of you left to go to the Super Bowl party was because you were nervous that Harrison would see you with Joe… Joe couldn’t blame you for not wanting to see your ex-boyfriend at a public event, especially since the relationship didn’t end on good terms.

Joe decided to stop focusing on overthinking because he needed to calm himself down in the shower before the two of you had the long awaited discussion… Meanwhile you were walking around the hotel suite, trying not to have a panic attack as your mind is all over the place with overwhelming thoughts.

You knew that you should’ve told the truth to Joe about your previous relationship and your relationship anxiety before the two of you got into a relationship… It was something that your therapist suggested you to do but you never thought there was a right time to talk.

The two of you were still in the early stages of your relationship so it wasn’t like you had kept this a secret from Joe for years… but you knew that because of the things that happened your previous relationship, things in your future relationships would be affected. Your perspective of love and how you wanted to be treated in a romantic relationship had changed.

After pacing around the hotel suite for some time, you finally decided to lay down on the hotel bed to try and stop overthinking… but as you laid down on the bed, you hear the shower being turned off and then a few minutes later, you hear the bathroom door opened and footsteps walking into the hallway into the bedroom.

You watched as Joe walked to the dresser where the clothes were in and changes from just having a bathroom towel wrapped around his waist into a pair of black Nike sweatpants and a big t-shirt.

When Joe turns around he sees you laying on the bed in the simple white short dress that he loved and no sandals on watching every move he made… All he could do was give you a soft smile as he walked toward the bed to lay right next to you.

There was a moment of silent between the two of you as you’re facing each other while laying in the hotel bed together… Neither of you knew where to start the conversation. Your felt your heart beating fast against your chest, as you sat up from your spot on the bed.

“I think the best place to start the conversation is to tell you about my previous relationship with Harrison.” you said, as your attention is focus on Joe as he nods is head in agreement.

“So Harrison and I met because of mutual friends in Ohio and we started dating right before the 2021-2022 football season… Things were good in the beginning of our relationship but, as time went on I realized that the way Harrison loved me wasn’t the way I wanted to be loved. At times I felt like he was embarrassed to be in a relationship with me because he never wanted me to sit with the Cleveland Browns football players’ family and friends at football games and acted like I didn’t exist at events we would go too in front of other football players.” you said before taking a breathe.

Joe reached for your hand to give a comfort squeeze with a smile as he knew that this was hard for you to talk about. “Take all the time you need Angel.” he said.

“I just never felt loved by him and when I would bring this topic up to him, Harrison would say that I was being overdramatic and expecting too much from a guy who is private about his life.” you say.

“Someone being private about their life is different from someone being secretive about their life.” Joe stated. “I’m private about my life but I don’t act like you don’t exist in front of my family and friends.”

“Harrison claimed I was just trying to create issues over things that don’t matter… When I tried to break-up with him the first time, he told me that my reasons for wanting to break-up with him were not good enough and convinced me to stay in the relationship.” you confessed. “He did promise he would do better to love me the way that I wanted him to love me but, that was just an empty promise and I caught him in my old apartment, cheating on me just a few months later.”

Joe didn’t know what to say, he felt like nothing that he could say would comfort you in the right way… All he could do was squeeze your hand to let you know that he was listening to every word that you said.

“When I caught him cheating on me, I immediately confronted him about it and at first he tried to manipulate me that what I saw wasn’t what happened… But when he realized I wouldn’t falling for the excuses, he tried to make it seem like it was my fault that he cheated on me. He said that I set too high of an expectation for him on how I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to love me the way he promised.” you said. “So our relationship ended just a few weeks before we met, and when you confessed your feelings for me… I didn’t think that I was ready to be in a new relationship, but I took a chance because there is something different about you.”

“I’m glad that you took a chance on me.” Joe says. “And I hope that since the day we started dating, I proved to you that I will never be anything like Harrison and I’ll never make you feel unloved the way he did.”

You lean forward to wrap your arms around Joe’s neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you close to him in a hug… You couldn’t help but let a few tears roll down your face as you felt relieved for letting Joe know the truth about your previous relationship.

“I hope you understand that I want to keep our relationship private, but not in the way that Harrison kept your relationship a secret. There is a different between a private relationship and a secret relationship.” Joe stated. “I’m private about my personal life because I am protective of the people that I love and that includes you. I love you too much to allow you to get hurt my football fans.”

Your eyes are wide open as you sit back up on the bed and stare at him with a blank expression on your face, which causes him to have a confused look on his face as he tried to think about what he said ... Joe didn’t have the chance to ask questions before you spoke up.

“Say that last part again.” you demanded.

“I love you-“

“You love me?!” you asked as you interrupted Joe.

“Yes of course I love you.” Joe answered which causes you to smile and get emotional. All Joe could do was smile, because this was the first time either of you have said those three special words to each other.

“I love you too Joe.” you say as you lena forward to give Joe a kiss. You can feel him smile against your lips as he pull you on top of him to sit on his lap.

When the two of you pulled away from the short kiss, there are matching smiles on your faces... It didn’t take you long to realize that there was something else that was on your mind that you needed to talk about.

“Also, I just want to let you know that I did plan on telling you about my previous relationship with another football player.” you confess. “I wanted to tell you before someone else got the chance but Harrison ruined the plan. I was just scared to tell you because I didn’t want to get judged by you for previously being in a relationship with a football player.”

“I would never judge you and no one has a right to judge you.” Joe answers. “It doesn’t matter if you’ve dated two football players… there’s are a lot of differences between me and Harrison.”

You chuckled at what Joe said because he’s not wrong. There are many differences between Joe and Harrison; there are differences on the football field, but also there are differences off the football field.

“I know that it’ll take time for the anxiety you have about relationships to go away because how you were treated in your previous relationship and I’m letting you know now that I will be right by your side every step of the way to help you overcome your anxiety when it comes to relationships.” Joe says.

Once again, you felt emotional over the words Joe said because you believed your expectations of love were too much for someone to handle… For so long, you thought you weren’t worthy of experiencing a romantic relationship that is built on the foundation of trust.

“I love you so much.” you say as you lay down on top of Joe’s chest with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I love you too Angel.” Joe says.

It’s crazy how in just one year, your life can changed in ways that is easy for you to explain… One year ago, you were in a relationship with someone that you never felt loved you to the full potential. Now, you are wrapped in the arms of a man who will prove to you every day that he loves you and will be right by your side until the end.

Author’s Note:

it feels like it’s been way too long since my last written fanfiction was published so i hope you all enjoyed reading this written fanfiction… i promise that the next written fanfiction won’t take a month to be published.

i’ve been obsessed with Niall Horan’s music lately so i knew that i wanted to write a fanfiction inspired by one of his songs.

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

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FINGER LICKIN’ YEAH WE COOKIN’ UP A SUPER BOWL

pairing: osamu miya x female reader

description: osamu wasn’t a fan of football nor parties. however, it is only you that could convince him to agree to atsumu’s shenanigans.

word count: 4.4k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: SURPRISE!!! i had intended to write for osamu before, but the idea instead went to another character. i never forgot about my foodie king though! plus, it’s super bowl sunday, so i HAD to put this out in enough time. the idea came last minute, so i was in a bit of a rush, but i managed! sorry if it seems rushed, i truly was trying my best to get this done in time. i also apologize if anyone seems ooc, i was honest to god trying my best. for timeline’s sake, i’d say the twins are 21 in this one shot, so not quite yet to the point where osamu has his own onigiri shop and atsumu is on the japan national team. anyway, happy super bowl sunday, and enjoy! (btw i totally named this after super bowl by stray kids)

tags: @toorubobatea @intorder @dragon-slayer5 @femme-lune @darthferbert @5sos-wdw @todorokiskitten @intheewrld

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osamu wasn’t thrilled when his twin atsumu sprung the idea of having a super bowl party on him out of nowhere.

“they do it in america! it’s huge there!” his twin argued, detailing everything he knows about the tradition. sure, they do air the event in japan, but what was the point? an excuse to eat and drink? hangout with their buddies from both the past and present? actually, no. osamu figured out atsumu’s motive quickly; it was an excuse for osamu to cook a bunch of food.

there was no denying atsumu was clueless in the kitchen. if it were up to him to cook anything more complex than eggs and toast, he’d burn the whole place down. osamu was better off handling majority of anything food related. his brother was lucky he enjoyed the art of cooking.

“i’m not dealing with a stupid party, tsumu.” osamu crossed his arms in protest. there was no way he was going to deal with an inevitable mess. having to cook all the food and clean up the mess after? nope, no way. he refused to do it alone. luckily, his twin could figure that out quickly.

“ah, ah, ah. i knew you’d say that.” atsumu smirked. “y/n already told me she’d help you make the food.”

the mention of your name immediately perked up osamu. best friends since high school, it was blatantly obvious you had captured the shyer twin from the start, although—like with everyone else—he could easily assume you were more drawn to atsumu as he was always so unashamedly outspoken. everyone talked to atsumu more, but even so, you always treated the twins equally. mayhaps that is why he longed for you so much.

“y/n did?” osamu asked.

“and she’s bringing cake.” his brother added.

a woman after his own heart, really, and a foodie just like osamu. you always joked about opening a bakery next door once he finally opened up the onigiri shop he dreamed of. the goal was sometime next year, so maybe catering this party would be good practice. plus, it was a good excuse to be close to you like osamu craved.

“she is?” he questioned further. if his brother wasn’t kidding around, then maybe he’d feel more inclined to agree.

“you’re not gonna say no, right?” atsumu teased. osamu grunted in response, too stubborn to say anything, which atsumu recognized. it is only his twin who can easily detect his weakness; you.

“you’re such a sucker, osamu.” he chuckled. even if osamu were a sucker for you, he wouldn’t want to be one for anyone else. and it’s not like he’s totally clueless. he’d mess with his twin somehow.

“i’ll do it…“ osamu said before stating his only condition. “if you clean up the place afterwards.”

“what?!” atsumu gawked.

“it’s only fair, right?” osamu shrugged. two can play at that game. “i cook, you clean.”

unfortunately, atsumu had no choice but to suck it up. truth be told, he orchestrated you assisting with food preparations for the sake of getting you and osamu together alone. if he says no now, then his little secret wingman plan would be a waste, so atsumu had to accept his fate.

“pft, ass.” he huffed. atsumu should’ve known better than to try playing games with his brother, knowing he could easily match his game.

“just be lucky i agreed to your idiocy.” osamu scoffed.

“only because y/n is helping!” atsumu whined. while that may be true, osamu would probably never hear the end of it if he said no whether you were involved or not.

“did i hear only onigiri on the menu?” osamu joked, knowing that would irritate his twin to no end.

“osamu!”

truth be told, he couldn’t wait for sunday now.

•••

over the next few days, osamu had kept in almost constant communication with you over text discussing food options for the party. his signature onigiri was a must despite atsumu’s protest, but other options were in store thanks to your combined brainstorming. osamu couldn’t help but ask what kind of cake you’d bring, and was ultimately disappointed when you said it was a surprise with many winky emojis involved.

when sunday finally rolled around, osamu was more energized than usual. whether that be from excitement or nerves, who knew? atsumu’s plan was going in motion quite nicely and you hadn’t even arrived yet. he truly felt like a genius assisting in his brother’s quest for love.

osamu paced back and forth around the apartment in anticipation for your arrival. the kitchen was spotless, plus the fridge and cabinets were filled to the brim with everything needed for the party. on top of that, he put atsumu up to the task of decorating the place. knowing who would have to deal with cleaning up later was the greatest part of all.

once a knock on the door emerged, the two twins battled over who got to open the door, osamu ultimately losing as his brother elbowed him in the stomach and made a run for it. if there were a best sibling award, it was clear who wouldn’t win it.

“hello, miya twins! i’ve arrived!” you said upon entering the door, your arms occupied with bags, hopefully full of sweet treats.

“hey, y/n.” atsumu greeted you, beating osamu to it as he was still recovering from what occurred just moments ago.

you—already knowing your way around the place—set your bags down on the counter before instructing that they put its contents in the fridge as soon as possible. atsumu obliged despite wondering how he would play tetris with the fridge. but before he could figure out that puzzle, he received a quick hug from you as that was your typical greeting for the twins.

“y/n?” you turn around and see osamu standing a few feet away. he wanted to curse his brother for getting to say hi to you first, but once he saw that smile on your face, all anger towards atsumu faded away in an instant.

“ah, there you are!” you exclaim, rushing towards osamu and welcoming him with a big hug, one that lasted longer than the one you shared with atsumu. you held him tight, almost squeezing the life out of him as you pulled him from side to side. it didn’t matter that he couldn’t breathe, osamu was just happy to feel so welcomed by you.

“ready to cook up a super bowl?” you ask once you finally allowed osamu the ability to breathe. “i already made desserts in advance, so i can help with what you’ve got planned.”

“i could’ve helped with that…” osamu pouted. any more excuse to be around you was all he wanted, really. plus, he was curious to know your baking secrets. he always figured you were born a master.

“but that would ruin the surprise, silly.” you poke his arm. if it were his stomach, he might have folded over. thank god you were gentle.

as much as you wanted your desserts to remain a surprise until the party started, atsumu had to immediately ruin the fun for you. “there’s a cake shaped like a football.”

“atsumu!” you scold him. “ever heard of surprises, or has your brain become mush from too many volleyballs to the head?”

“yeah, yeah.” atsumu rolled his eyes. “i’ll leave you two to get started with everything. i trust you not to burn the place down.”

“only you would do that, tsumu.” you say. the way you teased atsumu was something osamu always loved about you. you were just as relentless as him, truly. besides, someone else besides osamu had to humble the ever-so-bold twin.

“exactly. later!” atsumu said before he left you and osamu alone in the kitchen.

osamu let out a sigh the moment his brother left the room. you immediately take notice, assuming he didn’t want to be doing this for atsumu. you hoped at the very least he enjoyed your presence today.

“i take it you’re doing all this against your will?” you question, curiosity getting to the best of you.

“not exactly…” osamu replied.

“well, i couldn’t really say no to him, so…” you shy away from the truth. it would be embarrassing if you were to admit to osamu why you agreed to this, but he was painfully oblivious, assuming it was all for his brother’s sake. not because you wanted to spend time with him and only him. it seemed you were both hiding your intentions.

“yeah, of course.” osamu frowned. it’s atsumu we’re talking about.

tension quickly filled the room. you sense the uncomfortable vibe instantly, wondering if you said something wrong. was it really something you said? you didn’t seem to think so. maybe getting things started in the kitchen for the party will help.

“shall we get started?” you ask hesitantly. “i was thinking we shape the onigiri into footballs. ya know, to fit the theme.”

osamu chuckled at your idea. at least you could see him smile now. he seemed to find it cute, but also funny how you wanted to make as many items on the menu football shaped as possible.

“i could try that.” he said, trying to hold back any more laughter. if osamu were to laugh any more, he was afraid you’d think he was making fun of your idea.

“cool, i’ll get started on the wings while you get started on that.” you say without skipping a beat, immediately grabbing ingredients like you knew this kitchen as if it were your own.

osamu didn’t seem to mind it this way with you around. he’d spend the whole day in the kitchen with you, even if all you did was sit on the counter and watch while he did all the work. but that’s not who you are, you refused to leave him to do everything. most importantly, you refused to let him feel alone.

soon enough, the kitchen grew quiet, the sounds of timers beeping and water running from the sink on occasion serving as background noise. you and osamu worked together in perfect harmony, like a well oiled machine. your chemistry oozed in the room and neither of you had to say a word to each other. it was easy for you two to figure out who did what most effiently. osamu could never do this with anyone else this way, you feeling the same way, although those thoughts remained unspoken.

the lack of chatter made atsumu worried. he had been trying to eavesdrop while he was supposed to be decorating, but found it to be too quiet for his liking. as atsumu tried to lean a little more, hoping to hear something worthwhile, he ended up tripping over an extension cord, blowing his cover as he tripped right into the kitchen.

atsumu’s sudden crash startled the both of you, osamu almost dropping the pot in his hands and you almost slicing your finger as you chopped an onion.

“atsumu!” you yell as you set your knife down. atsumu was lucky you didn’t decide to threateningly wave it around right now. “the hell are you doing?!”

“it got quiet, so i was getting worried…” he answered, slowly getting back to his feet as he feared for his life. would atsumu rather face his brother’s wrath or your wrath? both of you together may be the worst combination of all, really.

“what, worried that we disappeared and left you with all this food to cook?” you cross your arms. “osamu said you were decorating, and this doesn’t look like decorating to me.”

“i was taking a break?” atsumu shrugged. that was the worst answer in the world, even he could admit that.

“just go.” osamu let out a groan. it was bad enough that atsumu used you as a way to persuade him to cook for the party, but to eavesdrop on what you two were doing? what was he trying at here? as much as osamu was curious to know, he just wanted to get back to cooking with you without any worries.

“fine…” atsumu sighed, going back to the dreadful duty of decorating all by his lonesome. the sacrifices he’s made for the sake of his brother and the girl he’s loved for years. how tragic… not.

once atsumu left, you burst into laughter. osamu furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “what’s so funny?”

“oh, just the look on his face when he got caught.” you giggle.

“yeah…” he said. it was funny, osamu could admit that, but he feared that his twin had devious plans up his sleeve. who knows if he’ll make it through the end of the day with some sort of dignity left?

•••

hours later, atsumu’s teammates from the black jackals arrived for the party. osamu was acquainted with some of them—most definitely more than acquainted with a certain pipsqueak named shoyo hinata—but he was more looking forward to seeing some of his teammates from high school, especially aran and kita. he would talk to suna, but the poor guy looked like he wanted to leave more than anything.

you seemed quite occupied at the moment, mostly due to bokuto talking your ear off about how delicious the cookies you made were. you were more than aware of his loud personality, but seeing it up close was far different than just watching him play on the court. at least you knew it wasn’t for show during matches.

osamu considered being your knight in shining armor by finding an excuse to steal you away, but he feared facing the embarrassment of his friends who wouldn’t hesitate to tease him. even if you looked at him with pleading eyes, he still hesitated. if only osamu had the guts to be a little brave for once, not standing in the shadows.

“samu…” atsumu called for him. osamu turned his attention away from watching you to see what his brother wanted, although a little annoyed.

“hm?”

“we’re out of rice. can you make more?” he asked.

osamu blinked a few times, unsure if he actually heard that correctly. “we’re… out?”

“kita ate it all up.” atsumu said.

“really?” osamu groaned. he didn’t even want to think of the logistics of his former captain eating so much rice so quickly. “grow your own rice or something, man.”

“maybe i will…” kita replied calmly, now pondering over the thought of becoming a rice farmer. it didn’t seem so bad, actually. unfortunately, the rice couldn’t just grow and magically appear already cooked. osamu wished it worked that way.

“i’ll go make more.” osamu sighed. “call for me when it’s halftime.”

once he left to head to the kitchen, you watched as he walked away, tempted to follow. maybe if you found an excuse to leave the room, like go get a drink or go to the bathroom or something. that oughta work, right?

“hey, bokuto?” you stop him mid sentence as he was still going on about your baking. “i gotta go to the bathroom. i’ll be back, okay?”

“don’t forget to give me your cookie recipe!” bokuto exclaimed as you left the living room.

atsumu raised an eyebrow upon your sudden exit, a smirk creeping up on his face soon following once he put the pieces together. “she’s not going to the bathroom…”

you find osamu already cooking, the rice cooker at work while he prepared more rice to be cooked just incase. he’d rather be safe than sorry now. osamu didn’t notice you walk in at first, but your presence became apparent soon enough once you tapped him on the shoulder.

“man, you scared me.” he chuckled, you also sharing a laugh with him. “you don’t have to help me. i’ve got this.”

“what, want some practice for when you finally open up that restaurant?” you question. osamu furrowed his eyebrows, asking “huh?” until you explained what you meant. “onigiri miya. i’ve been waiting.”

“oh, right…” osamu said, almost forgetting that little dream of his. “that.”

“well, when is it finally gonna happen?” you ask. he had talked about it for so long, and you always waited for the day it’d finally come to fruition. you probably believed in him more than he’s ever believed in himself, honestly.

“mmm, i don’t know.” he replied shyly. “next year would be nice, but there’s so many things to think about.”

“wait, really? why didn’t you tell me?!” you gasp, shocked he’d hide such an important detail from you.

“it’s just, uh, kinda scary when you admit it out loud.” osamu said. his dream of opening up his own restaurant was as scary as trying to admit the truth of his feelings. dreaming is one thing, but trying to make it a reality was another.

“samu, you know you can do it! i’ve always believed in you!” you admit, taking osamu by surprise despite how confident you always spoke about him.

“you have?”

“yes!” you say without hesitation. “from the day i met you.”

“wow, thank you…” osamu blushed. you get lost in each other’s eyes, although osamu wondered if it’s just in his imagination that you’re staring at him so intently. suddenly, the moment was ruined.

“hey, do you smell something burning?” you question as you try to sniff out the strange smell. osamu figured it out immediately, knowing it was the rice everyone was waiting on.

“the rice!” he exclaimed, rushing to the rice cooker. “i put the rice cooker on high so it’d get done faster…”

“aw, no!” you say. “is it salvageable?”

“no…” osamu sighed, looking down at the damage. “if anything, it’s a sign i shouldn’t have my own restaurant.”

to him, this was stupid. if he doesn’t do everything perfectly, then what’s the point? it seemed to silly to immediately think the worst, that this was a sign of imminent failure. osamu was good at keeping that competitive perfectionist part of him hidden to most, always making it seem like he just gets everything right the first time, but only you can see that he has flaws. at the end of the day, you continue to be his weakness, but that doesn’t mean you don’t make him feel strong.

“hey, hey, hey.” you grab his arm, a jolt coming from osamu by your sudden touch. “you overcook rice one time and all of the sudden your dream is dead? chefs mess up all the time. you’re human, you know. i think you’ve forgotten that.”

“but—”

“i mean, come on. you think i just magically knew how to make a cake one day?” you ask jokingly. even if you meant for the question to be a silly one, osamu took it quite literally.

“honestly? yeah. the first time you brought cake to school for me and sumu’s birthday was the best thing i ever tasted.” he said, recalling your first year of high school together. you hadn’t been friends with the twins for that long at that point, but you decided to surprise them with a cake for their birthday as it fell on a school day. like osamu said, it was the best thing he ever tasted. he felt like he found his future wife in that moment.

“samu, i spent all night making like five different cakes cause i kept messing them up.” you confess. it was a secret you carried for years, shocked you never said anything before, but only just now having the guts to say it. even so, osamu couldn’t believe it to be true. he always swore your skills came to you like second nature. how come he never knew before? you were very good at hiding things, it seemed.

“you did? why?” he asked.

“because…” you hesitate. might as well fess up, you suppose. “i really wanted you to like it.”

“me and tsumu?” osamu questioned. what an idiot.

you shake your head, almost tempted to laugh over how blind he was to what you were trying to say. part of you was a little frustrated, but you wouldn’t let that get to the best of you. “you really are oblivious, aren’t you?”

“i guess i am…” he replied, unsure of what else to say.

you let out a sigh. should you say it? the whole truth? you didn’t know it, but you were in the same boat as osamu. you did this for each other without even realizing it. it is you, however, who will be brave enough to admit such a truth. no going back now after you’ve already admitted so much.

“i only agreed to helping with this party because atsumu knew i wanted an excuse to be close to you.” you tell him, looking away. osamu swore you looked ashamed to say those words out loud, but even so, the truth shocked him to the very core.

“he… what?”

when you grant yourself the guts to look him in the eye once more, the look on his face made you think you shouldn’t have said anything. but osamu wanted to scream, scream about how long he liked you and how he never thought he’d see this day. he didn’t know if the universe planted the seeds for this very moment, but he couldn’t let it slip away. not when you believed in him like it was breathing.

“nothing. don’t worry about it.” you shake your head. “i’ll help you restart the rice. hungry people waiting.”

“no.” osamu stopped you. you freeze in your tracks, waiting for what else he had to say. “forget the rice.”

“huh—”

“why do you think i told tsumu i’d help with this party?” he asked. you’re at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. it is usually you who stood tall, but osamu took your place, taking charge for the sake of making sure you knew the truth. “i said i would because he told me you were coming here. he knew you were the only thing that’d get me to say yes. called me a sucker and everything.”

your cheeks flush, a smile creeping up on your face as the realization of osamu’s mutuals feelings hit you. “guess i’m a sucker too.”

osamu let out a sigh of relief, overcome with joy as he couldn’t control his grin. with that look on your face, he almost wanted to kiss you right then and there. should he kiss you right now? no, osamu should ask permission first. couldn’t be too confident, right? or were you trying to say something with your eyes? god, osamu didn’t have a clue on what to do.

“can you two please just kiss already so i can get back to the party?”

you and osamu share a gasp. it was atsumu, no doubt about it. that bitch, you both think to yourselves. was he eavesdropping on that whole conservation? pause. now they both knew atsumu did all of this on purpose. he had a lot of explaining to do, that’s for sure.

without having to speak a word, you and osamu find atsumu in the hallway, both tugging him by his shirt and pulling him to the ground. your combined anger undoubtedly scared the shit out of him.

“you!” you grab the collar of atsumu’s shirt. “you set this all up!”

“i bet you don’t even like football!” osamu yelled.

“yeah!” you say in agreement without thinking.

“hey, i’m innocent, your honor! innocent!” atsumu raised his hands up in the air, squeezing his eyes shut as he anticipated one of you to start hitting him.

“no wonder you agreed to clean if i cooked!” osamu exclaimed.

“he agreed to clean?!“ you loudly gasp. funnily enough, that was the most shocking thing you’ve heard all day.

“listen to me, okay?!” atsumu forced your hand away from his collar. you take a step back and give him the chance to speak, although you were more than prepared to start swinging if need be. “i just really wanted you two to stop being wusses about your feelings. now you both know, all thanks to me.”

you and osamu soften up. even if it seemed a tad bit manipulative, neither of you could deny that it was actually kind of… sweet? all that cooking was a pain in the ass, but it brought you together and pushed you to admit your truths.

“i really do like you, osamu.” you say, looking into osamu’s eyes, not wavering for a second. there was no need for either of you to hide anymore. “since the day we met.”

“me too.” osamu replied, the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen plastered on his face.

“i sense a super emotional moment—” atsumu tried to say in the midst of his escape attempt. however, you grab him by the wrist, almost pulling his arm by his socket. “ow!”

“come here.” you pull him in for a hug, osamu too, practically squeezing the two to death. “you’re a pain, but thank you, atsumu.”

“can i go now?” he asked, trying his best to writhe out of your grasp. you were strong, atsumu couldn’t deny that.

“yeah, yeah. get outta here.” you scoff as you let him free.

atsumu mumbled some words over how it was “about damn time” on his way out, which sent you and osamu into a fit of giggles. once the laughter died down, reality set in. now both you knew that you liked each other, so what now? what else was there to do?

“so…”

“so..?”

“you think they’re all still waiting on that rice?” you ask awkwardly.

that was the last thing osamu cared about in this moment, truly. he waited so long for this, never thinking there ever was a chance. dare he ask you to pinch him would seem silly now. all he wanted to do now was finally kiss you without hesitating.

“oh, screw the rice.” osamu said, grabbing your hand as he pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. your hand that clasped his rested over his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your touch. has his heart always beat this fast in your presence for all this time, you couldn’t help but wonder. it was safe to say no one was getting their rice now, but neither of you gave a damn.

meanwhile, in the living room, atsumu finally returned, although with an irritated look on his face. he sat down in between bokuto and hinata, who were both curious about the food.

“hey, how’s the rice going—” hinata began to ask before being quickly cut off by atsumu.

“just watch the stupid game.”

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"pulling your lover closer by the waistband." With JJ?

Breakfast

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Words: 1.1k+

Genre: Fluff

Summary: A short fic/drabble of what it's like when you try to surprise your wife with breakfast in the morning.

Warnings: alludes to smut, but really just fades to black.

A/N: Super short little fluff drabble for you, anon, while I try to get some bigger fics finished in the meantime!

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“Hey hey hey!” You exclaim with a giggle. “Careful, you’re going to make me drop something.”

You currently had your hands full, facing the counter as you mixed with one hand and clutched a bowl full of blueberry muffin batter in the other. It was a beautiful Sunday morning and the first thing you did when you got out of bed was throw some clothes on and prepare to surprise your wife with some breakfast.

Only, you thought you were being sneaky and quiet, but really she was more successful than you were. You didn’t even realize she was awake when she tiptoed into the kitchen. But then you had felt two hands move around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder and now here you were struggling to keep the bowl of muffin mix from tipping over.

JJ didn’t even acknowledge your protests before she started placing feather light kisses against the side of your neck.

“JJ seriously,” You definitely didn’t sound very serious or convincing with the attention she was giving your neck. “I’m going to spill something.”

“Hm,” She hummed against your skin. “Then maybe you should put the bowl down…” You’d be lying if you said that wasn’t incredibly tempting, but you had a goal to achieve and that was making your perfect wife a perfect breakfast to show her just how much she means to you. JJ was constantly going above and beyond to show her love for you. You lost count of how many days you’d come home to a pleasant, thoughtful surprise left for you by your wife. This was something small, a well planned breakfast to start JJ’s day, but it was still something you were determined to give her. But now her hands are sliding down your arms to meet yours and you know the minute she gets you to put down that bowl your plans for a cute breakfast with your favorite person will be long gone.

“Come on,” She whispered in your ear, causing you to clutch onto your mixing spoon until your knuckles turned white. “Just set it down for a minute. The food can wait.”

You shook your head, desperately trying to stand your ground. Somehow, you managed to wiggle your way out of her arms before her hands could meet yours and put the bowl down for you. With speed and surprising grace you managed to cross your kitchen, this time facing your wife and watching her every move, making sure she couldn’t sneak attack you and distract you from your personal mission.

JJ just turned so she could lean against the counter with her arms folded across her chest. She looked amused, like she knew you were two seconds away from cracking and letting her pull you right back into your bedroom. The smirk on her face had you rolling your eyes as you continued to furiously mix the ingredients in the bowl.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” JJ chuckled as she watched you continue to scurry around the kitchen to find and fill a muffin pan with what you had just mixed.

“Like what?” You scoffed as you filled each individual tin. “All I’m doing is trying to prepare my wife a nice breakfast.” Your back was turned away from her for one minute as you moved to the oven.

“Like you think you’ll get away that easily.” And before you could even realize, the minute your hands were free again and you turned back around from the oven, JJ was right in front of you. Hands sliding around your waist this time, she pulled you closer until you were pressed completely against her. You couldn’t stop her if you wanted to, you were putty in her hands. She just shot you the biggest, most triumphant grin before leaning in and kissing your nose, then each cheek, then finally your lips. Your hands ended up landing on either of her shoulders and you found yourself pulling her closer by the straps of the tank top she was wearing the minute her lips met yours.

“How long do those take to bake?” JJ mumbled against your lips, before kissing you again.

“Mm.. I don’t know…” you managed between your wife’s kisses. “Fifteen minutes, I think…”

“Plenty of time,” JJ whispered against your lips. You felt JJ’s hands slip into the belt loops of your jeans and suddenly you felt yourself being pulled as JJ walked backward towards the exit of the kitchen. For a moment you lost yourself in your wife. JJ’s lips were still on yours, her tongue slightly peaking out to trace your bottom lip as she continued to kiss you. You were totally distracted until JJ’s back hit the doorframe, clearly misjudging where she was going as she tried to walk you out the kitchen.

“Hey hey no,” You managed to pull away from her, if only for a second. “We’ll burn the house down.”

JJ just grinned and repositioned herself so she could keep pulling you out of the kitchen. Your hands that were still resting on her shoulders were now trying to push to stop her, but your heart still wasn’t in it so, if she noticed your protests, she didn’t care to acknowledge it.

“JJ…” you warned again.

“Shhh shhh,” Her hands that were still pulling at your belt loops moved now to slip into each of yours. “It doesn’t even matter. I turned the oven off when you weren’t look.”

“How did you…” Your mind was trying to figure out when she had time to slip past you and turn off the oven. As you keep trying to run a play by play through your mind, you let JJ continue to pull you towards your bedroom. “Why did you ask about the bake time?”

“I guess you were just distracted… and we’ll probably be pretty hungry after. I wanted to know how long it would take.,” JJ’s grin widened as she watched your confusion. What you hadn’t realized is that before JJ even approached you, she turned off the oven that you had preheating. You begin to protest again, but before you can get a word out of your mouth JJ stops you short. “The food will be fine, it can wait… I would much rather eat something else first.”

“Oh…” Was all you managed. The line would’ve had you rolling your eyes if it were anyone else, but the way JJ’s tone shifted along with the way she was now staring at you. Yeah… Okay, maybe breakfast can wait.You’ll make it up to JJ later. After all, who were you to deny her when your one goal was to give your wife a nice, romantic breakfast?

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natrogersfics · 7 months

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Super Bowl Sunday (Romanogers Version)

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The whistle blows, sealing their win. But even as the confetti rains down from above in a plethora of colors and his teammates erupt in elation all around him – jumping and high-fiving and joyfully screaming over the blaring music – Steve can’t help but steal a glance at the scoreboard just to be sure.

Avengers 21-14 Guardians FINAL

They had truly done it. Against the odds, their team had pushed through a season littered with injuries and shock, last-minute trades. He takes his helmet off, his lips curling up in a smile as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“How does it feel to be a three-time Super Bowl Champion, Cap?”

He turns to see that Maria Hill, the lead anchor from SHIELD Sports, has made her way to him. She holds a microphone up as the rest of her camera crew and the Avengers’ PR team crowd around them. Impressing a seasoned veteran like Maria is no easy feat, but even he can see the touch of awe in her expression, and his pride swells just in the slightest. He chuckles, his shoulders lifting in a shrug as he contemplates her question.

He recalls the first time he had won as though it was just yesterday. The adrenaline that had lingered in his veins long after the whistle had blown and he had gotten his hands on the Lombardi. The satisfaction of having conquered his life-long dream was euphoric. The thirst to feel this high once again immediate. In that moment, all the sacrifices he had made from the grueling workouts to the missed Holidays with his family – they were all worth it.

His second win was further sweetened by the vindication. Of having proven to the media and the pundits and every person that doubted his return from injury that they were wrong. Bringing the trophy home for the Avengers was his way of repaying the fans for their continued belief in what he still had to offer and the team for standing by him after the circus that his personal life had thrown them into. Above all, though, his second ring was another means for him to show Natasha how much he valued every risk she had taken for him – for them – and for this beautiful life that they now shared.

But this time… This time feels disparate. It’s no less sweet by any means. When there are footballers who could only dream of winning the Super Bowl once, much less three times, he knows what a privilege it is for him to be standing here, victorious, at this very moment. And it’s not as though this time is any less hard-fought or miraculous as the others. In more ways than one, getting here has been harder than it’s ever been. Even so, there’s something distinct about this particular win that he can’t quite put a finger on, so he tells Maria the one thing he does know for certain.

“I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet,” he says, earning a laugh from Maria and the crowd around them. “But what I do know is that I’m so proud of this team. Every single person played their hearts out tonight and gave their absolute everything. They deserve this.”

“As do you, their fearless leader.”

“They make my job easy, that’s for sure,” he says with a grin.

“To that we can agree,” Maria says. “Let’s talk about the fans then. Any message for them?”

“Oh, definitely-”

“Daddy!”

Even in the midst of the pandemonium surrounding him, the voice is one he could pick out anywhere. Years of media training had honed his ability to tune out the loudest of distractions especially when he’s right smack in the middle of a televised interview, but not this one. He could never ignore this one.

He turns towards the sound, and he feels his face threatening to split in half with how wide his smile grows when he sees Nadia making her way towards him, her pigtails swinging from side to side as she runs as fast as her little legs will take her. Bucky is a half a step ahead, his teammate clearing a path for his daughter in the melee. Natasha lingers a few paces behind them, carrying Brady as Pietro dutifully flanks her. His eyes meet Natasha’s for the briefest of moments, and they share a smile before he crouches down, opening his arms out wide.

“There’s my girl!” he says as he scoops Nadia into his arms and rises to his feet.

“You win, Daddy!” Nadia exclaims, beaming from ear to ear. “I so proud of you!”

There’s a chorus of aww around them, but he can’t focus on anything other than how his heart feels too big for his chest right now. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, making Nadia squeal when he nuzzles her cheek. And, as if sensing her presence, he shifts Nadia against one hip so he can use his other hand to pull Natasha into his side just as she comes to stand next to him. His smile widens as he looks down at her and their son, who’s still somehow sleeping soundly against her chest. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” Natasha greets before smiling. “Congratulations, Cap.”

“Thank you,” he says, leaning down for a kiss. There’s a smirk on her lips when they pull away. “You’re about to say something about how sweaty I am, aren’t you?”

“More like how you might be forgetting something,” she deadpans, nodding towards the cameras when his brow furrows in confusion.

His eyes widen. “Oh, right,” he says, earning a laugh from everyone as he turns back towards Maria. “The fans. I mean, what else is there to say but thank you? Thank you for the support and the belief you gave this team.” He shakes his head. “I’m sure I speak for the entire team when I say that your support has powered us through the most difficult of challenges this season and it’s the reason why we did whatever it takes to get to this final game. We hope you enjoy this one!”

Maria nods before a playfully sly grin makes its way to her face as she adds, “And maybe start preparing for the next?”

Despite the chuckle that falls from his lips, Maria’s question gives him pause. Regardless of the season’s results, his response to this very question has been the same for as long as he can remember – a resounding hell yes! and a call for their fans to lock in for what’s to come. This time, though, he finds himself only pulling Natasha closer just as Nadia rests her head against his shoulder.

“Let’s celebrate this one first,” he says finally, and from the corner of his eye, he catches the way Natasha’s head suddenly whips towards him.

“You heard the Captain’s orders,” Maria says into the mic before nodding at him. “Thanks, Steve. Enjoy the rest of the celebrations.”

“Thanks, Maria.”

With a final smile at Maria and her crew, he drapes an arm around Natasha, leading her in the direction of the sideline. It’s when they make it out of earshot of the reporters that Natasha places a hand on his elbow, stopping him in his tracks. He knows he’s good enough to convince Maria and the rest of the country that there’s nothing more to his response other than him wanting to live in the moment. But he can’t fool his wife. And as she looks up at him now, a million and one questions swirling in her eyes, he knows without a doubt that she understands the implication of his words. She sighs. “Steve-”

A soft whimper interrupts her, and they both look down to where Brady is situated against her chest to see their son stirring awake. Natasha smiles when his eyes flutter open. “Hey, you,” she coos, lifting Brady out of his carrier. “Look who finally decided to join the party.”

Brady blinks up at her before looking around, his eyes settling on him. “Dada win?”

“Hey, Bud,” he says, moving to take Brady from Natasha’s arms. “Yes, dada won.” Brady gives him a little clap, and with a chuckle, he dusts a kiss to the little boy’s temple before doing the same to Nadia, who’s still busy taking in the lively scenery around her. He pulls both kids closer to him, reveling in the joy of just having them in his arms before letting out a contented sigh. He’s held many titles in his life from Rookie of the Year to MVP. None of them could quite hold a candle to his favorite – Dad.

When he looks back at Natasha, he finds that her expression has softened to one of pure admiration for the scene before her. “Later, okay?” he says, because yes, while he had seemingly made his mind up in a single moment of clarity, this is a discussion they need to make as a family. And they would, just not right at this moment. “We’ll talk later.”

She holds his gaze for a second longer before nodding. “Okay.”

“Get in here,” he says, smiling when Natasha just shakes her head fondly before wrapping her arms tightly around them. “Oh, I love you guys so much.”

“We love you too, Daddy,” Nadia says. “But can we get Icees now?”

He and Natasha share an amused glance, and as he looks back at Nadia, he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing when he sees his daughter staring patiently at him, waiting for a response. “Yes, baby girl,” he says with a chuckle. “We can get Icees now.”

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callmewrinkles3 · 2 years

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Deuxmoi, July 2018 - June 2022

July 2018

Name: How He Gets The Girl

Email: [email protected]

Subject: He’s got the girl

Message: A F1 playboy is settling down! Spotted him and a brunette he’s been photographed a few times with at night two of the Reputation Tour in Philly. She knew all the lyrics and he was watching her with the biggest grin. It nearly looked like she was singing Dress to him, and he couldn’t help making out with her in public. They’re super cute, I hope they’re happy together!

March 2019

This former energy drink playboy has settled down. Rumours spread last year that the jet setting athlete had stopped accepting phone numbers from girls in bars, but at his home race last week his entire family were seen hugging a brunette. His parents in particular stayed close through the weekend, is it actually serious?

March 2020

Name: Megane

Email: [email protected]

Subject: Disgustingly cute

Message: All the stuff about this f1 driver being a playboy is crap. He and his girlfriend are adorable together, but she does work with him. Back in 2019 Ive seen her stop influential people from interrupting. They balance each other out, it’s pretty cute. Plus she remembers birthdays and special occasions

July 2021

Sunday Spotted: a f1 driver who wouldn’t give his exact relationship status was spotted getting out of the car at his hotel with his “best friend” on his lap. They were very cosy at dinner, and left to go back to a hotel room together.

A certain f1 long term bachelor is off the market. Seen out for dinner multiple times with someone he’s constantly photographed with, they shared smooches over dinner in LA last week before going to a concert at the Hollywood Bowl, where multiple sources saw them slow dancing together. According to those in the know they’ve been together for years, and friends expect a wedding announcement soon.

June 2022

Spotted: The breakup rumours are DEFINITELY not true. Just saw Daniel Ricciardo, his girlfriend, and his niece and nephew in Perth Zoo. She looks like she’s been pretty sick poor thing, but she had one of the kids curled into her as they ate lunch. No photos cause of the kids!

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odinsblog · 4 months

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The victim complex of conservative Christian white men

“I know you’ve heard about Harrison Butker by now, and his embarrassment of a commencement speech at Benedictine College. You’ve probably seen the NFL kicker roasted six ways from Sunday for his misogyny, hypocrisy, and regressive nonsense. People have already written about his stupidity, everyone has memed his nonsense, and conservatives have applauded him for advocating for a return to the 1950s. That is exactly what he was doing, unashamedly. Butker delivered countless awful lines, saying, ‘Things like abortion, IVF, surrogacy, euthanasia, as well as a growing support for degenerate cultural values in media, all stem from the pervasiveness of disorder.’ Which is an ugly mix of law and order rhetoric and sexism, a mix that makes no logical sense but scratches a certain itch in the mind of his conservative audience.

We should reject it for countless reasons, but I think the place to start is to look at this guy telling us we’ve been oppressed by society and so we should stand up and be real men and tell women to be homemakers. He makes four million dollars a year to kick a ball, he’s won the Super Bowl, and he’s still a miserable person pretending to be a victim. All that wealth, all the success, and he’s going to speak at a college to tell young women, ‘I would venture to guess that the majority of you are most excited about your marriage and the children you will bring into this world.’

Oh and in the days since his speech it’s come out that his mom is an accomplished physicist.

But nevertheless.”

(continue reading)

#politics #harrison butker #republicans #toxic masculinity #white grievance #misogyny #christian nationalism #white supremacy #homophobia #transphobia #kansas city chiefs #religious reich

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0sincerelyella · 1 year

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You fumbled the bag, i didn’t - Josh Allen

Part Two

Summary: The bengals won the super bowl of the NFL josh won the super bowl of love

Notes: sorry that’s hilarious. i might start this as a big josh allen series, wedding, honey moon, dad allen, TEENAGE DAD ALLEN. what do y’all think about that?

this is also set in the future, not much but 2024

also he’s so zesty

it’s been three years now since the bengals went to the super bowl. Y/n had completely forgotten about the bet she had made with josh almost ten years ago. the two have been together for nine years, they spent many years apart and all over the place, but neither had stopped loving the other for nine years.

now, y/n had gotten an offer from the buffalo bills to join their social media team. and she immediately took it. even though the two hadn’t been married, y/n was ready for commitment, even more than she already was.

Josh however hadn’t forgotten the bet at all, to him it wasn’t a bet. he was serious about marrying her, he wanted from the second he met her to see her in a beautiful white wedding dress. he wanted her to be his girl for the rest of forever.

he had been thinking about marrying her when they got out of college, but he was focusing on his career, then y/n started focusing on her career and there just wasn’t the right time.

now the cincinnati bengals are going to the 2024 super bowl against the 49ers. and josh knew it was as good a time as any to marry his girl.

the sunday before the game, no football was happening and josh was doing a pod cast. he sat down and took a breath. he hated that he had to be away from his girlfriend as he always does.

the podcast hosts, jayla and craig (totally made up people) greeted him on the show. jayla asked the first question. “so josh, i want to talk about y/n” josh smiled. any excuse to talk about y/n was a good one.

“how long hangs you been together?” jayla asked, getting a light chuckle from josh. “nine years in september.” he said, his smile brighter than any smile he’s ever given. “we met in college, and i’ve been stuck with her ever since”

“still no marriage? when do you plan on proposing?” craig joined in. “when the time is right” he said “or when the bengals when a super bowl” craig laughed “she’ll be waiting a long time then” jayla smacked craig’s arm.

josh blabbed and blabbed about y/n over and over for the entire two hours he was shooting for this pod cast. she was the most important person in his life, from her messy college dorm life, to her future NFL wife, life.

the day of the super bowl, y/n was taking pictures on the sidelines, because her contract wasn’t up until the end of the season. Josh was helping her, following her as she was taking pictures.

he admired the way she crouched down, taking pictures of the players practicing. “your very beautiful y/n” he said. her head was cocked to the side, and all of her hair was flipped to one side as she moved her camera to find angles. “joshy i’m trying to work” she laughed, walking over to joe burrow. “hey joe” she said, crouching down to take pictures of him. “hi y/n.” “heeeyyy josh” joe chuckled, smirking at him.

josh gave him a look telling him to stop, and he chuckled, going back to his stretches.

y/n walked towards the sidelines to take some pictures of the special teams, and josh stopped her. “Hey beautiful, i’m gonna go to the bathroom. stay safe okay?” she smiled.

there was not a day happier than today for y/n. she was back with her boyfriend, and her team was going to the super bowl. she was currently standing on the field at the super bowl that taylor swift was playing at and she couldn’t be more happy in this moment.

when the game started, y/n stood in the roses that guests had to stay in, no sign of josh at all.she talked to tee higgins mom basically the entire time.

eventually, josh came back and y/n had to take more pictures, so she did her laps around the field, getting more angles and brainstorming more memes to post later. at half time, y/n and josh regrouped, and sat down to watch the half time show together. thanks to y/n josh knew every song and did not disappoint.

there now where 4 minutes on the clock and there is no way that the 49ers are coming back from this score. the bengals have won the super bowl.

y/n screamed, and jumped around josh and immediately attempted to run to her friends on the field, but instead of celebrating, they hooped, hollard, and jumped around y/n as evan mcpherson gestured for her to turn around. and so the whole world wouldn’t peak in on this beautiful moment, the bengals boys, crowded around her and her eyes met josh

he was kneeling down, ring in hand, and a smile on his face.

“y/n. it’s been 9 years too long waiting for this stupid superbowl. i wish i could’ve married you every day up till now but i didn’t know if you’d say yes, and now you have too” y/n had her hands cupping her mouth in complete shock. Y/ns friends, the whole team, was jumping up and down anticipating her answer. tears fell down her face as she freaked out.

she took her hands off her mouth and jumped on top of him, tackling him into a hug. “i would’ve married you the day i met you joshy” she said, kissing all over his face.

josh placed the ring on her finger, and stood up, he picked her up into a hug and the whole bengals team irrupted in happy screams. “I love you joshy!” she said, over the howling of the bengals fans and the team. josh smiled, even wider than before. “I love you beautiful princess”

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