#dalton kincaid

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stop how cute is this 😭

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“dalton kincaid & dawson knox attempt to act in a serious commercial shoot” from the buffalo bills tiktok

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MVP

Pairing: Tom Brady x Daughter!Reader, Gronk x Reader, Julian Edelman x Reader

Summary: As the daughter of Tom Brady, she has always been in the public eye—but now, she's stepping into her own spotlight. A chart-topping musician and the most sought-after woman in the NFL world, every player wants a chance with her, but she’s focused on something bigger: headlining the Super Bowl Halftime Show. On Dudes on Dudes with Gronk and Edelman, she opens up about her new rock album, growing up in the NFL, and the relentless rumors surrounding her love life.

She knew stepping onto Dudes on Dudes podcast would be an event, but she didn’t expect the intro to be this ridiculous.

"Alright, people! We have the most sought-after guest in NFL history—" Gronk bellows into the mic.

"The legend herself, the icon, the one every single NFL player is losing sleep over—" Edelman chimes in.

She shakes her head, laughing. "Y’all are ridiculous."

Gronk grins. "But are we wrong? I mean, come on, half the league has gone on record saying you’re their dream girl."

"And the other half is just too scared to admit it," Edelman adds.

She sighs, sarcastically. "Should I start charging them for wasting my time in interviews?"

The guys erupt in laughter. "Honestly? Might be the smartest business move you could make," Gronk says.

The conversation shifts to her music. "Alright, so let’s talk about this album," Edelman leans forward. "You went full rock star mode—what inspired the sound?"

She leans back, considering. "Honestly? I just wanted to make something that felt real to me. No filters, no expectations—just raw, loud, and unapologetic. I grew up in a world of structure and pressure, so this album was my way of breaking out of that."

"And it slaps," Gronk says. "I’ve been blasting it in the gym. I think I set a new personal record the other day because of track three."

"That’s ‘Maybe (Live),’ right?" Edelman asks. "I knew that one was gonna hit."

She nods. "Yeah, that one’s about longing, regret, and the hope of reconcilliation. It expresses a deep sorrow and a desperate with to undo past mistakes. Very deep Gronk."

"Speaking of desperate," Gronk smirks, "How does it feel knowing every single NFL rookie is hoping they run into you at a game?"

"Oh my god," She laughs, rolling her eyes. "I mean, it’s flattering? But I don’t really think about it. They're just a bunch of horndogs anyways."

"So you’re saying there’s zero chance for any of them?" Edelman teases.

She grins. "I’m saying I decide when and if there’s a chance. And right now? I’ve got a halftime show to prepare for."

"Respect," Gronk says, nodding. "But just know… the entire league is still gonna shoot their shot."

"Let ‘em try," she smirks. "I like watching them sweat."

Gronk suddenly claps his hands together. "Alright, we gotta do this. We’ve seen the debates, we’ve heard the rumors, and now we need answers. It’s time for… Rate That Quarterback!"

Edelman cackles. "Oh, this is gonna be good. We’ve got a lineup of NFL’s finest, and we need you to rank them on pure attractiveness. No football skills, no contracts, just vibes."

She groans, shaking her head. "Oh my God, you two are impossible."

"It’s the content the people want!" Gronk insists. "C’mon, first up—we got Joe Burrow."

She rolls her eyes but smirks. "Okay, I’ll give Joe an 8.5. He’s got that cool confidence, and people say he dresses well but I don't think he does. He knows he’s good-looking, he knows he's Joe Shiesty, which takes him down a little."

"Ooooh, Burrow loses points for self-awareness," Edelman laughs. "Alright, next—Josh Allen."

She hums, thinking. "Josh is a solid 9. He’s got the big, goofy golden retriever energy, and he has a pistacio farm, I respect it. Plus, he’s tall."

Gronk shakes his head. "Brady’s gonna kill us for this."

"Next up, TJ Watt," Edelman continues, rubbing his hands together.

She smirks. "TJ gets a 9.5. Dude looks like he could throw me over his shoulder and walk through fire, and that's the kind of energy I need in my life."

Gronk pretends to wipe a tear. "I’m so proud of you for saying that."

Edelman pulls up another picture. "Okay, last one—Dalton Kincaid and Dawson Knox. You gotta rate them as a duo."

"What are they testicle left and right?" She bursts out laughing. "Fine. Together, they’re an 8. But if they keep sending me Bills merch trying to get me to go to a game, they might move up."

Gronk and Edelman are howling with laughter by now. "NFL Twitter is gonna explode after this," Edelman says, shaking his head. "We might’ve just ruined the locker rooms."

She grins, leaning back. "Well, that’s their problem, not mine."

"Alright, we gotta ask—what’s your favorite NFL or Super Bowl memory with your dad?"

She leans back, a nostalgic smile crossing her face. "Oh man, there’s so many. But if I had to pick one? It has to be Super Bowl LI. I was on the verge of a panic attack the whole game and I ended up on the sidelines when the Pats pulled off that historic comeback against the Falcons. The energy in that stadium? Unreal. And after the game, my dad found me in the chaos, hugged me, and said, ‘Told you never to count us out.’ I’ll never forget that."

Gronk grins. "That’s a good one. I remember seeing you running around on the field after, looking like the happiest kid in the world."

She nods. "Yeah, it was surreal. But honestly, some of my favorite memories aren’t even on game day. It’s the little things—like throwing the ball around in the backyard, or sitting in the team box watching him do what he does best. I grew up in this world, but those moments made it feel personal."

Edelman smirks. "Okay, but real talk—who gave better post-game speeches, your dad or Coach Belichick?"

She laughs. "Oh, my dad, hands down. Belichick is legendary, but let’s be real—he’s not giving us emotional monologues. My dad, though? He knows how to fire people up."

Gronk nods. "Respect. Alright, we’ll let you off the hook—for now."

Edelman leans in with a smirk. "Alright, but what about us? What’s your favorite memory with me and Gronk? And be honest—we know we were probably a nightmare at some point."

She laughs, shaking her head. "Oh, absolutely. But I think my favorite memory has to be one of those team parties after a win. Gronk, you were leading some ridiculous dance-off, and Jules, you were trying to teach me how to trash-talk properly. My dad was just standing there, shaking his head."

Gronk claps his hands. "That’s right! And don’t forget—you crushed it. Future Hall of Fame-level trash talker."

Edelman laughs. "She learned from the best."

Gronk raises an eyebrow. "Alright, real talk—how hard is it dating now, with the entire NFL openly thirsting after you?"

She groans. "Oh my God, it’s exhausting. It’s like I can’t go anywhere without someone bringing it up. My DMs? A disaster zone. Every game I go to, there’s at least three guys trying to shoot their shot."

"And?" Edelman presses, grinning. "Any prospects?"

She smirks. "Well I can't kiss and tell."

Gronk leans back, whistling. "Man, she’s keeping the league on their toes. I respect it."

The podcast ends in laughter, but as the cameras stop rolling, she knows the headlines will be everywhere by morning.

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I know this meme is dead but

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They can never make me hate you Dalton Kincaid

oh my sweet shayla 😭😭

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this is so cute, can not believe football is making me feel soft (x)

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Why have a never noticed how hot Dalton Kincaid is…holy shit

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Two Hands, One Stadium

Pairing: Josh Allen x Ex!Reader, Dalton Kincaid x Reader

Summary: She and Josh Allen were good together—until they weren’t. It ended on mutual terms, no messy drama, no ugly fights. But that didn’t mean there weren’t things left unsaid. And when you’re a songwriter, the best way to say them is through music.

Inspired by: Two Hands by Tate Mcrae

Her new album was about a lot of things—love, growth, moving on—but one song in particular had the internet buzzing. “Two Hands” was an anthem about needing something real, not empty words, and fans were convinced it was about Josh.

The speculation only grew when she started rehearsing her Super Bowl Halftime Show at Highmark Stadium—back in Bills territory, surrounded by his teammates. And, to make things even more interesting, she had been seen flirting with tight end Dalton Kincaid.

The day “Two Hands” drops, the Bills’ locker room is absolute chaos.

"Bro… have you heard this yet?" Dawson Knox says, pulling up the song on his phone.

Josh groans, running a hand down his face. "Yeah, I heard it."

"‘You don’t need to tell me you love me / 17 times in a day’?" Dalton Kincaid reads off his phone, trying to suppress a grin. "Damn, bro, she really called you out like that?"

"I—" Josh sighs. "That could be about anyone."

Dawson laughs. "Oh yeah? ‘You don’t gotta shit-talk your last girl, sayin’ she don’t compare to me’—I wonder who that’s about."

The locker room erupts into laughter. Josh shakes his head, but even he can’t deny it—those lyrics hit a little too close to home.

Meanwhile, Dalton just leans back against his locker, smirking. "I mean, if she’s done with all that and just wants someone who keeps their hands on her…" He holds up his hands playfully. "I volunteer."

The guys lose it.

Josh throws a towel at him. "You’re a menace."

Later that evening, she’s at Highmark Stadium running through halftime show rehearsals, completely unaware of the chaos her song has unleashed.

Dalton watches from the sidelines, arms crossed. "You know, your song caused a full-on war in the locker room today."

She smirks. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Josh tried to act unbothered, but we all know the truth." Dalton steps closer, lowering his voice. "So, should I be worried about getting my own song next?"

She tilts her head, playing along. "Depends. You planning on giving me a reason to write one?"

Dalton grins. "Guess I better keep my hands exactly where you want ‘em."

She laughs, shaking her head. "You guys are too easy."

But even as she brushes it off, she knows the truth—she’s playing with fire. And she doesn’t mind one bit.

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stefon said 'i've decided you're adopted'

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