#josh allen fic

[0sincerelyella]

Request: Josh Allen X Wife!Reader. Josh takes his wife shopping after a game (she's very introverted and to herself mostly) and they have a good time along with dinner.

sweet voices - Josh Allen

Summary: Josh is a very emotional person, and his only outlet on those emotions is his beautiful, recent wife, y/n. so after a beautiful football win, he decides to treat his beautiful wife

Notes: despite the HORRIBLE summary, this is going to be good and cute i PROMISE.

Josh was so giddy and happy, not only because of the game, but today was the first day he got to come home from a win, and he greeted by his newly wed wife, instead of his long term girlfriend

it was his first time going home to see the woman, whom he’s been with for ten years, as his wife, and his forever. and boy did he have an amazing celebration for them.

walking through the door, freshly showered and happily excited. “Princess i’m home!” he said excitedly, finding his wife laying on the couch in an oversized bills hoodie, curtesy of joshes side of the closet. “Hey joshey!” she said, swinging her legs over the couch, smiling at her husband. “hello my wife” he spoke, kissing her forehead. “Congrats on the win my love, you played amazing, i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there” she apologized, y/n didn’t really enjoy the stadium scene, she loved watching the games from home, but actually being there put a pit in her stomach because of the fact she was alone without josh in a group full of people, so she opted with staying home and cheering him on from the couch. she does attend some games, sitting with his parents in the VIP box, but only the games they can attend, to make her feel a bit more comfortable.

“never mind that, you watched that’s all that matters. how is my wife?” he asks, sitting next to her on the couch, draping his arm over her shoulder and kissing her cheek. “i’m great really, enjoying lounging around” josh smiled, standing up. “we’ll too bad, go change i have a surprise” he said with a big goofy grin. y/n looked at him suspiciously, as he grabbed her hand to help her off the couch. “what is it?” josh laughed, pulling her up gently, and rubbing her back. “you wish” he whispered, kissing her cheek and walking toward their bedroom.

after y/n got dressed josh led her to the car, opening the door for his wife. “josh what are we doing?” she asked as he got into the driver seat of his car. “we’re going shopping” he said, pulling out of the driveway. “what for?” josh grabbed y/ns hand in his and rested them on the center console. “whatever your heart desires babe” y/n shook her head. josh interrupted before she could say a word. “before you say anything about celebrating my win, this is how i want to do it. i want to sit down and have a nice dinner with my wife and treat her to whatever she wants to buy” he explained, smiling over at her, she nodded quietly, happy and content with her life.

as the drive went on, y/n watched josh as he drove the car. “i’m proud of you for your win today babe” she spoke, running her fingers across his hand. “i really appreciate that” he said, bringing her hand up to kiss it. “you played really well and you kept your cool” she continued, wanting to make it clear that she watched the game, she felt bad for not being able to attend. “y/n, love, you don’t have to worry about not coming to my games” he promised. “i know you support me and you try every time you can” josh reassured y/n, letting her know that he wasn’t upset at all by her not being there.

once the two got to the mall, josh opened y/ns door and led her into the mall, her hand held tightly in his own. their first stop, one hundred percent josh’s idea, was the lego store. “josh we will never have time to build one of these” y/n laughed, josh shook his head and led her to the lego flower section. “we will reserve a date night for wine, movies, and legos” he said, happily allowing y/n to pick a set. y/n grabbed the roses and josh grabbed the cherry blossom bonzai tree and the husband and wife checked out of the store

through out the store josh was being stopped left and right for pictures, but y/n didn’t mind, she always stepped off to the side and waited for the large crowd to subside from her husband so they could continue their much needed family time. but one crowd in particular did not allow y/n to enjoy her time with josh. it was a group of four girls, all about 14, all wanting pictures with josh. y/n stepped aside, trying to go unseen by the eyes of the public, keeping completely to herself as she walked over and sat on a bench. the girls, after their picture, had continued to ask josh various questions, and crowd him with warnings of facetimes to friends, and autographs, and to make tiktoks, and all josh wanted was to be with his wife

“girls, i really do appreciate the support but my wife-“ the tallest girl cut him off. “josh my dads a big fan can you call him?” josh shook his head. “i really need to get back to my wife” he said, turning towards y/n. the girl crossed her arms. “wow. i thought you were a nice guy, seems to me like your faking it” she said, taking a stab at his attempt to just go shopping with his wife. josh turned around, not noticing y/n walking towards them. “like i said girls, i really appreciate the support, but my whole life isn’t football and pictures and autographs, i have a wife. and she is my whole world, and i will not jeopardize my whole world pictures and tiktoks with 14 year olds” he came off a bit more rude than he wished, but his anger got the best of him as he turned to find his wife grabbing his hand to drag him away from the crowd.

“can a guy not have alone time with his woman from time to time?” josh laughed, draping his arm over y/ns shoulder as they walked away. “not when that guy is a famous football player” y/n said, laughing back at him. “i love playing football and i love the fans, but man they gotta understand that i love my wife way more” y/n giggled, kissing joshes hand that rests on her shoulder. “i love you josh” she said, smiling. “i love you sweet girl” he promised.

the next store the couple found themselves in was build a bear, and without any protests, y/n began running through the store like a kid.

she squealed as she came across the nightmare before christmas section “i don’t know which one to choose!” she complained, deciding between getting all three lock shock and barrel, or oogie boogie, or jack. “they are so cute” she complained some more, huffing and puffing over stuffed bears. “how about i get jack, and you get sally and we can do voice memos and i’ll take sally to put in my locker at work, and you take jack” josh suggested, to which y/n almost fell over out of happiness.

y/n grabbed the bear for sally and began to build her, making josh stand on the other side of the store waiting, so that the voice memo could be a surprise. when she was finished it was josh’s turn. the two promised not to play the voice memos until josh went to work the next morning, and y/n was at home.

after the mall, josh had picked a restaurant , because y/n was TERRIBLE at deciding where to eat, and they had finally sat down to relax. josh held both of y/ns hands across the table as they talked. y/n rambled i’m about her day, and how happy she was to watch the game, and josh rambled about all of the things he could’ve improved on and all of the things he had shown signs of already improving on.

y/n loved listening to josh rant about football, something about his voice automatically calmed her down from the world. she loved spending this time with josh.

“thank you for taking me out today” she said, smiling at him. “of course y/n, we deserve to have some time to just us, husband and wife” he said, running his thumb atop her knuckles.

the next day, when josh was at practice, y/n grabbed the jack bear, and sat on her and josh’s bed.

while josh had done the same at the stadium, finding some privacy to listen to the bear

y/n pressed play. “I love you princess, never forget. every single win is for you my wife, mwah!” y/n giggled, hugging the bear to her chest. her smile never faded.

may the stadium, or was josh’s turn to press play. “Remember to stay calm joshy, don’t forget i’m always watching your games no matter what, win or lose, i love you!” josh smiled so bright, with all that love, this bear could win buffalo a super bowl.

[cincytime]

Hi everyone! I’m not so sure if I have the courage to post it fully yet or if anyone will even be interested but I decided to take a baby step and post a preview of a story that has been on my mind that I just started writing. It’s a Joe Burrow x Y/N x Josh Allen story which crosses the lines of messy relationships for everyone. I know it’s not much but any feed back on what I have so far would be great.

[sequinsandfins]

Welp. Let’s blame @billscciardo and @thewindowatkirkland for this. Dosh… but it’s really Maxiel.

There’s something about Josh which Daniel is drawn to. Something he can't quite put his finger on.

Josh is funny and attractive and sometimes he looks at Daniel like he’s hung the moon and stars.

He’s solid, like Daniel expects for someone in his position, but he’s also soft, and the first time Daniel sees him without a shirt on, his mouth somehow goes a little dry, and also floods with saliva.

He has to tamp down on the urge to reach out and touch. To squeeze his soft skin, feel it under the weight of his hand.

It’s all Daniel can think about now. Josh’s thick thighs, and what they would feel like wrapped around his body.

How Josh’s back would feel like pressed up against Daniel as he thrusts into him. Soft and sweaty. He thinks about cupping his hands against Josh’s chest, they look like they would be soft like tits, not hard like overtrained pecs.

Daniel sometimes throws out jokes to see if Josh might be interested. He feels a little insane acting like this on main, but he can’t help it.

It’s not until later, after Josh is sprawled out on his bed, sleepy and satisfied, and Daniel is scrolling his phone, that he finally gets it.

The sheets of his bed feel cool against his skin, but they are unable to stop the red hot flash of horrifying clarity that is rushing through his body.

Daniel is looking at some photos Max has sent him from his holiday.

Daniel takes in Max’s beautiful soft body and is hit with the memory of stupid games of gay chicken and desperately wanting to touch Max’s thighs. Fuck. Josh reminds him of Max.

MAX is his type.

[snowyroads]

the song is literally them.

[feddy-34]

a sullen riot

josh allen/stefon diggs | 2.1k words | completed | rated M

break up, angst, implied abuse, omegaverse, moving on

“What are you doing here, Josh?” Stef asks in a quiet tone, voice strained as Josh’s scent rises in the air. Stef had always thought of Josh’s scent like a campfire, warm and comforting, but now it burns hard and fast. Josh ignores him, of course, patting the omega on the shoulder before leaning in closer. “It’s okay, Stefon. I knew you’d run eventually,” he says in that patronizing voice, like Stef is a child that needs to be scolded, not a grown-ass adult that can make his own decisions. Or, what happens when the season doesn't go quite as planned. Sometimes changes have to be made.

yes this is crazy late i know! i initially posted this back in april but took it down for edits (and promptly forgot to make the edits) so here it is in all its glory. i was feeling some type of way abt this bills breakup so i took it out on josh and stef. idk.

link in the title above, go check it out!

[qbwr]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: National Football League RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Josh Allen/Stefon Diggs, Past Adam Thielen/Stefon Diggs

Characters: Josh Allen, Stefon Diggs, Adam Thielen, Trevon Diggs, Gabe Davis

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Mating Cycles/In Heat

Summary: stefon leaves minnesota uncertain about how he's going to handle his heats in buffalo. and then he meets josh.

[0sincerelyella]

Hi! Can I please request Josh Allen at his wedding and you reveal yourself in your wedding dress and you see him and his tux for the first time. (Like those trends where the bride reveals herself to surprise her husband before going down the aisle) thank you!!!

I’m gonna puke right now -Josh Allen

Summary: y/n and josh have a private first look. full and full of surprises

Notes: YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTELY SPOILING ME WITH THESE REQUESTS

there will be an insta post sorta thing at the end. this is also a double wammy sorta thing. 😎

he is absolutely adorable

You’d think dating the woman of your dreams for ten years would make you less nervous on your wedding day.

not for josh. josh thinks that if he married y/n the day they met he would’ve been less nervous then now.

as he finished the last sentence on the letter he was sending y/n before they got married, a private vow swap as they like to call it, his hand was shaking more than it has before any football game he’s ever played in.

he handed his brother the letter and took a breath as y/ns sister knocked on the door

josh opened it, y/s (your sister) smiled and handed josh the letter. “your so handsome josh, she’s gonna cry”

“i’m gonna cry. and puke” josh said, running his hand through his hair. “josh no! don’t ruin your hair” jason, josh’s brother, said

y/s laughed, flatting his hair. “your gonna be fine”

y/s walked away after jason handed her the letter.

y/n on the other hand, was having an amazing time. she was twirling around in her beautiful dress, dancing to taylor swift as y/s walked into the room. “read the letter y/n, it’s almost time for first looks.” y/n sat down, opening the letter

Dear y/n, my princess

fr bro, i can smell you from here PLS take a shower before i kiss you at the alter, xoxo -joshy poo

ps: for real though I wish i got down on one knee the second i knocked on your dorm. it was love at first sight and the thought of having a life without you hasn’t even occurred to me since. I think the Lord wanted us to be married, not only because we’re perfect together but also because it takes a miracle for the bengals to win a super bowl. I can’t WAIT to see you in that dress princess. also, i’m seriously about to puke

love, joshy<3

y/n laughed, holding the letter to her chest. “joshy” she smiled even brighter.

Josh was beyond nervous to read the letter, or for y/n to read her letter. “josh, read the letter” jason said, putting his hand on josh’s shoulder. “if y/n wasn’t a hundred and ten percent sure about the both of you she wouldn’t have stayed with you ten years. i know i would’ve left you 10 years ago” he joked.

josh took a breath, opening the letter.

Dear Joshy,

Not gonna lie you are a butt munch and i want to punch you all the time. i can not wait to want to punch you everyday of the rest of my life. you are my everything, and i thank you for letting me find myself and my career, and now i get to work with you and be with you for the rest of forever. i really do love you so so much. except i actually hate you, love you babes :)

love, your princess

Josh felt the burning in the back of his throat. he shook his head with a bright smile. “jason, i really love her” josh said, folding the letter and putting it in his bag.

“i know you do josh, it’s time to go see her”

Josh stood, smoothing out his suit, and fixing his hair. “i’m seriously going to vomit” josh said, standing in front of the door.

“your telling me, when you open this door, my girl is going to be standing outside of the other door in a beautiful dress that i havnt seen and that’s the last time i’ll ever see her as my girlfriend?” jason laughed. “your both gonna be blind folded” he explained, putting the blind fold on josh’s eyes. “when y/n says, you’ll both take your blind folds off” josh nodded, completely sightless “in less than an hour she’s gonna be your wife” josh was holding his breath trying not to cry.

jason stood at the door with his hand on the knob. “ready josh?” josh nodded “i can’t wait” so jason opened the door, and josh stepped out of it.

“hi joshy” y/n said. y/n hadn’t told josh that she wasn’t blind folded, she had a surprise.

josh had a bag in his pocket, they were doing a present exchange. a forever gift as y/n has been calling it. josh reached his hand out. “y/n” he whispered under his breath, he didn’t know how to talk. “y/n baby, i love you” he said as she took his hand into her own. “i can’t believe we’re getting married today” y/n said, as her sister and jason went back into seperate rooms, leaving the two alone.

y/n wasn’t blindfolded, josh didn’t know.

“josh i want to open your present first” she said, her finger running over his hand “can you see me?” she giggled “yeah” josh scoffed “you suck!” he laughed, smiling at his future wife. he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bag.

it was a small locket, y/n opened it, looking at the pictures inside of it. “joshy…” the pictures where the two of them in her college dorm, and the two of them on their first date at his football game. “this is beautiful” she whispered under her breath.

after skillfully putting the locket on, wanting it for the wedding, and she put her hand on josh’s face. “i’m gonna take your blindfold off josh” he smiled. “i want to see my beautiful girl”

she pulled off his blind fold and his mouth fell open. “y/n…” he looked at his fiancé, studying her entire body. “it’s so beautiful, your so so beautiful” his eyes welled with tears. “i’m gonna vomit” he said, making y/n almost fall over from laughing.

josh was full on face full of tears, “i never saw myself being married to anyone.” he held both her hands. “but the second i saw you in your bummed out clothes and your messy hair all i could think about was marrying you one day.” he pulled one hand up and wiped his tears away. “i am so happy, because,” he took a breath because of a sob irrupting from his throat. y/n pulled him into a hug. he buried his head into her shoulder. “do not ruin my dress joshua!” she laughed, hugging him close. “i’m so happy because i found the person who is going to grow old with me.” he looked up from the hug, putting his hand on her cheek. “and you are the most beautiful girl in the entire world

y/n” y/n smiled, then her eyes brightened up “josh!” she giggled, letting go of his hands and putting them into her dress. “it has pockets!!” she showed, twirling around with happiness as she remembered the main reason she bought this dress

“oh yeah” she then pulled out a stick, not wrapped, not bagged, just the stick it’s self, placing it into his hand.

“no your kidding” josh said, as he realized what she just placed in his hand. “this is your present?” his hands began to shake. “Y/n your joking, like this is really fake” his eyes welled with tears again, and y/ns did as well

“we’re having a baby josh” she whispered, he looked up into her eyes. “i’m gonna be a dad” she nodded, and he pulled her into a big hug. as josh cried, holding y/n, jason and y/s walked into the hall. “it’s time” y/s said, josh let go of y/n, kissing her cheek.

“i’ll see you at the alter beautiful”

y/n smiled, watching her future husband walk out of the room with jason, and she saw the exact moment josh told jason he was goin go to be a dad. josh turned once more to look at his fiancé one last time as his fiancé “i’m gonna puke right now”

Y/nAllen

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joshallenqb: hey we match!

user5: is that A PREGNANCY TEST??

user7: stop you guys are my favorite couple to ever exist

jasonallen: he cried harder than i’ve ever seen anyone cry before

y/sinsta: i will actually break his kneecaps

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joshallenqb: normalize men crying over their beautiful wives

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y/nallen: normalize beautiful wives crying over mcdonald’s not having ice cream

——> user8: real

jasonallen: get y/n her mcdonald’s man

y/sinsta: he kept threatening to vomit but not even once did he puke, im proud

[preet-01]

Do I have like over 10 wips? Yes. Am I tempted to write a whole new fic because the new videos of Daniel and Josh are compelling? Also yes

[sequinsandfins]

Daniel has never been with another man before.

Josh is his first. It’s light and fun and Josh makes sure his first time feels good.

Feels really fucking good.

Daniel’s whole body feels like it’s been set alight. Like a switch has flicked or like he’s tasting chocolate for the first time.

He doesn’t even notice when the feeling of Josh’s hands on his body stops connecting to the man currently on top of him, and instead takes on a familiar Dutch flavour in his mind.

Daniel comes with Max’s name spilling out of his mouth.

Josh freezes for a second before following Daniel over the edge.

Daniel knows he should say something, but Josh just eases himself out gently and then shouts gleefully.

“I KNEW IT! I knew you were in love with him!”

Holy Fuck. Daniel realises Josh is right.

How is he supposed to look Max in the face the next time he sees him?

Josh keeps laughing, but offers to suck him off to make him feel better, and Daniel agrees.

He’ll worry about his epiphany later.

[hugshughes]

gurl where are you? 😭

getting GAGGED by school

[sbdskate]

Laws Of Attraction (Part 9) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings : fluff and cheese, language, slight angst, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3,866

A/N: One day I may be one of those writers who is well organized and has a preplanned schedule for posting, but unfortunately (and as my first fic), today is not that day. Thank you for your patience during this writing drought. Another chapter will be on the way after this, hopefully in a couple of weeks after another round of edits. Shout out to @cutelittlefakejourneys for your help. As always, thank you for reading and don't be a ghost reader!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue 1

Daniel Ricciardo had been in your room last night. After a long race day filled with anxiety, media, McLaren, and subsequently relief and pride, he had stolen a bottle of champagne from McLaren’s afterparty, and your heart. He had hesitantly conditioned the gift on being consumed after the signing and delicately suggested you share the bottle, evidently afraid he would tear the fragile string that connected the two of you since the beginning. But you didn’t want to wait, so you had invited him in.

“So that’s how you open a bottle without spilling half of it?”

“What can I say, I’m a woman of many talents. Would you feel more comfortable if I gave you one of my heels to drink out of?” He laughed.

“Nah, not dirty or sweaty enough.”

He looked around to see what you had made of your private space. In contrast to the crisp outward appearance you presented as you strutted through the paddock in your tailored suits, your hotel room was a mess. Laptop open, papers spread out over every surface. Your petite figure was dwarfed by the oversized, plush hotel robe. Behind closed doors he realized you were quite ordinary. Not that you were unremarkable, but in the sense that you were perfectly imperfect.  

“What are we toasting to?”

“To finish lines.”

You started out at least trying to be prim and proper, using the hotel’s water glasses as vessels. But at a certain point decorum went out the window and you simply passed the bottle between you sitting cross legged on the floor. Even though it was late, the hours passed like sand through an hourglass.  

“Biggest celebrity crush growing up?”

“Leonardo DiCaprio. Easy. Man has been attractive literally at all stages of my life, from the time I was six watching ‘Growing Pains’ to now. Dude aged like fine wine. Unfortunately though I’ve aged out of his dating pool.”

He observed your lips wrap around the mouth of the bottle, how small your hand looked holding it, and his imagination ventured to unclean places.

“You?”

“Josh Allen,” he said without skipping a beat.

“You were five when Josh Allen was born. I know he’s your boyfriend but that doesn’t count.”

“Fine, fine, fine. I might have had a poster of Kylie Minogue in my bedroom when I was like, twelve.”

The two of you sat side by side at the foot of the bed, your hands inched closer towards one another as the night dwelled on.

“If you could do anything in the world, if money didn’t matter, what would you do?”

“Eh. I think I’d still be a lawyer.” He snorted.

“That’s the biggest fucking lie I’ve ever heard.”

“What? Someone’s gotta do it.”

“Come on. Do you actually love this? You’ve been away from your life in the States for months. And for what?”

“Well, I got to travel the world, meet cool celebrities… I got to know you. That must count for something, right?”

You tried to deliver the earnest statement as casually as possible, hoping he wouldn’t read too much into it. But the heft of your words hung in the air and blended with the little popped champagne bubbles that had evaporated. After months of Daniel tormenting you with flirty comments, it was his turn to try to ignore your flattery.

“Really. Money’s no object. Any job in the world. Go.”

“Ok ok fine. I suppose - Oh I don’t know… Maybe I’d be a food critic. I love to eat, I like to complain, and I like writing, so I feel like that’s the perfect marriage of all those things. Or… maybe I’d just drop off the grid completely. I’ve always dreamed about running off to the rolling hills of Italy and living off the land, maybe I’d open a flower shop or something. Really just live out my Under the Tuscan Sun fantasy. But it’s silly. I’ve worked so hard to get to where I am, I could never imagine throwing it all away.”

“It’s not silly.”

Your sideways glance met his deep pools of dark ember, filled with sincerity. You took a swig of champagne and passed the bottle back to him, wishing to wash away the palpable chemistry that swirled around you.

“What about you?”

“I guess I’d still be doing this.” You frowned, sensing his timidness.

“That’s not fair, you made me pick something.”

“Come on, it’s not like I have any transferable skills. I don’t know what else I could do.”

“You literally have two side hustles already. Wine maker and fashion mogul don’t do it for you?”

You thought you could crack a smile out of him, but instead the corners of his mouth downturned slightly.

“It’s not the same. We already decided the second time we met I could never have a desk job. I’m an adrenaline junkie, I’ve always needed to be in a car. Plus my parents worked hard to get me here, to get those opportunities for me, and seeing them happy makes me happy. I don’t know what else there is.”

“Your mother has a small heart attack every time you race.” You tried to placate his uncertainty, but the light conversation had turned heavy and there was no undoing it.

“Oh, that’s neither here nor there,” he brushed off.

“What about all the cameras constantly in your face? Don’t you miss being anonymous?”

This seemed to make him pause.

“I do… but at the same time, part of the fun was getting to make a name for myself. I’m not sure I fully knew what I was getting myself into, but I knew that fame came with the territory if I was actually good at what I was doing. Do I miss being able to walk down the street or go to a restaurant without being bombarded? Yeah for sure. But even when I had that, I don’t think I enjoyed it because I was always trying to get to the next step.” He paused, the furrow in his brow coming undone. “Do I love it right now in this very moment? No. I need a fucking break. I think you corporate people call it ‘burnout’ or whatever. But I’ve loved it up until now, and I know I’ll love it again eventually. I really can’t imagine doing anything else.”

The space between your fingers had vanished. As though your extremities had a mind of their own, you both looked down to study how they folded over one another. There was no recoiling. Your hand, that apparently had its own free will, sent signals to you to look up again. It was ironic that you had partially declined his invitation to the McLaren afterparty because you were afraid of winding up in a situation that vaguely resembled something exactly like this. Tomorrow was so close yet so far, and your wherewithal to resist the magnetic pull between the two of you was at an all time low. Over the last week leading up to the final race, flashbacks of the kiss in Brazil replayed on a loop in your mind. If you blinked you would’ve missed it when it had happened in real time. But the memory teased you and champagne was buzzing through your veins, clouding your judgment. You wanted to explore. Like a moth to a flame, you began leaning in, your eyes fluttering as his lips went in and out of focus.

Instead of being met with Daniel’s embrace, you toppled over as he got to his feet.

“Champagne’s gone, guess that’s my cue for bed.”

You propped yourself on your elbow as you looked up at him incredulously. How much champagne had you had, that you had so badly misread the situation? You averted your gaze in embarrassment.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

His extended hand came into view. You slowly looked up again, his warm and inviting eyes conveying more than words ever could. You cautiously accepted his help as he got you to your feet, his strong hold steadying you.

“Do you need any help in the morning?” Yeah, just avoid Daniel until it’s over so you don’t lose your job. That would probably be a good start.

“No, I’m good, thanks though. Do you need any help?”He laughed, mostly out of astonishment that you could possibly ask such a question when you had already done so, so much.

“Yeah, if you could just sign for me too that would be great.” You rolled your eyes and shoved his arm. “Get some rest, yeah?”

And then he was gone. But how could you possibly just get some rest? You tossed and turned, never quite falling into a deep slumber. The scene of two friends on the floor sharing champagne and secrets played over and over. Friends? Colleagues? Business partners? Something else?

It festered as you got ready, before even the sun was up. The tried and true pink suit felt like it might burst at the seams, unable to contain the palpitations in your chest - a concoction of anticipation, nerves, anxiety, and excitement.

-

It was strange, having such a momentous deal take place outside the confines of a grandiose conference room with a dramatic, long, mahogany table overlooking some city skyline and perhaps a beautiful, shiny body of water. It was a status symbol of Big Law, the firm’s ability to peacock to clients how successful they were. The bigger the room and better the view, the more deserving they were of that outrageously high retainer fee they charged.

Instead, you walked into what was left of Red Bull hospitality after the big, final race weekend. Of course it was sleek and modern in its own right, but it gave an air of approachability that was lacking at the firm’s office. Nonetheless, you tried to import formality back into the space. You had printed and made matching binders of copies of the agreement for everyone present, appropriately tabbed and color coordinated. You brought blue, black, and red pens, highlighters, sharpened No. 2 pencils, and legal pads with the firm’s name emboldened at the top. You had gotten to Red Bull early to set up the space yourself, so that all materials were spaced out accordingly for each chair at the table. You took a step back to admire your handy work. Yes, this would do just fine.

Your phone went off.

DR: Where are you? We’re going to be late.

Y/N: I’m already here.

DR: 🙁

DR: You didn’t wait for me?

DR: It’s going to be weird walking there without you.

Y/N: I figured you wouldn’t want to be over an hour early and you could use the extra sleep. I’m sure you’ll manage.  

-

It was weird for Daniel walking to the paddock without you. The whole morning had been weird. It had been too quiet. There was no offkey musical number through his bathroom wall. He missed the sprightly knock at his door that came about ten minutes too early. He missed guessing which of your faces he’d get when you realized he wasn’t ready. He was amazed at how quickly he had gotten used to you. Had they really only been at this hotel for four days? Five?

His memory taunted him as he walked to Red Bull. He recalled himself holding his breath in anticipation as you closed in on him last night. He felt his heartbeat all the way up to his throat, his pulse points throbbed. It was an out of body experience, watching in slow motion as he pulled himself away from you. He finally learned it was for the best, even though the dejected look on your face pained him.

When he got there, he was disappointed to discover he was the last to arrive, wishing he had more moments alone with you. Christian, Joe, and in-house Red Bull lawyer bros sat around you, centering you as a vibrant glow in a sea of dull blues and grays. He was relieved to discover that you had reserved the seat next to you. He felt his face involuntarily break into grin as he noticed you notice him come into frame.

Christian, who was sitting across from you with his back to the door, saw the slightest twitch of your facial muscles. He whipped around, before a smile was fully formed, knowing exactly what it meant.

“The man of the hour! So nice of you to finally join us.” Everyone stood up for another round of hand shakes and self-congratulatory pats on the back. He could hardly maintain eye contact, his gaze constantly darting back to you. You rose to your feet, but remained in place, patiently waiting your turn for him.

He finally stood in front of his reserved chair, directly facing you. He wasn’t sure what to do – he knew you so well, a handshake hardly seemed appropriate. But you were in front of professionals so a hug wouldn’t do. He knew what he wanted to do, and that certainly wasn’t an option. Fortunately you made the decision for him, instinctively sticking your hand out. He would’ve been a little sad about it, but for the knowing twinkle in your eye. Your palms firmly met, and he appreciated how soft and delicate yours were. It was like you were holding hands.

“Eh-hem.”

You cleared your throat, eyes suddenly piercing. It wasn’t until he felt you try to pry your hand away that he realized he had been shaking it about six seconds too long. He finally relinquished his grip and you both sat down.

“Sorry, I spaced out,” he whispered to you. You only gave him a twitch of a smile and a curt nod in return before swiveling your chair to face the other side of the table.

“Now then. Let’s get started, shall we?”

-

Daniel almost felt silly for pushing this whole ordeal back an extra day. Almost. He could imagine you marching out of there muttering this could have been an email under your breath. The contract was, for all intents and purposes, finished and truly just needed to be signed. It only took twenty minutes to do a walk through of the terms, which of course no one objected to after the countless back-and-forth’s of redlines, late night phone calls, and negotiations.  And then, with a swift flick of his wrist, it was set in stone.

He stared at the wet blue ink on the page. He didn’t realize he was smiling until his cheeks started to hurt.

“I guess we’re engaged now. This feels familiar.” When he finally looked up Christian was beaming back at him like a proud dad.

“Welcome back, Daniel. Welcome home.”

-

“You do realize that could’ve been an email?” He laughed as he waited behind for you to pack up your stuff. Joe in typical fashion had exchanged quick pleasantries after the signing and was gone in a flash, off to the next client. The other Red Bull representatives followed suit not long after.

“It could’ve, but where’s the fun in that?” He watched as you stuffed the last binder into your bag, fighting with the zipper. When you finished you looked up to find him staring intently at you, causing you to nearly drop your bag.

“Can I help you?”

He leaned against the table, crossing his arms over his chest. You stared at his tan forearms, noticing his veins bulge.

“That depends… do you like surprises?” You did your best to hide a gulp, your throat suddenly dry. He couldn’t possibly be insinuating what you thought…

But if he was, two could play at that game.

“Depends on the surprise,” you purred, leaning forward ever so slightly to show off the v of your necklace that led a trail to your hidden cleavage.  

He leaned forward to meet you part way, not breaking eye contact.

“I think you’ll like this one,” he whispered. You felt goosebumps raise on your skin, giddy in suspense. Your heart was about to burst through your chest. Was he really about to take you right here in this office?

Without warning he pushed himself from the table and walked quickly towards the door, leaving you bewildered in the middle of the room. He stopped in the doorway and looked back at you innocently.

“What are you waiting for? Follow me!”

He proceeded to skip down the hallway, forcing you to jog to try to keep up with him.

“Daniel! Wait up! What the hell?”    

He led you to the exit of Red Bull hospitality before he finally stopped.

“I may or may not have called in a favor.”

“Daniel, this isn’t funny. What –“

You stopped in your tracks as the doors opened. With your jaw on the floor, you let out a silent scream as Geraldine Estelle Halliwell Horner, aka Geri, aka Ginger Spice, aka one-fifth of the iconic girl group The Spice Girls, stood in front of you in the flesh. As a child of the 90’s, this moment felt biblical.

Apparently Christian was also there. “Oh Darling, I have someone I want to introduce you to.”

You were already barely functioning when she turned away from her husband and made direct eye contact with you. Then, as though it were a conversation about the weather, she very casually said “Oh hello. You must be y/n, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Your hand gripped over your chest. Eyes wide, you looked to Daniel to confirm she was not a hologram, but he only gave you a wide grin, then back to Geri who was waiting patiently for you to act like a human which was unfortunately too big of an ask.

“I-you’re-ohmygodIcan’tbelievethisishappening-I-hi-I mean…. You know my name.” You dissolved into fits of nervous giggles. Daniel stood there very pleased with himself. He was a little insulted you weren’t this starstruck when you met him, but it was overshadowed by the immense satisfaction he felt that he initiated something that made you so happy.

Geri gave a sympathetic smile. Clearly this was not the first time a fan lost their shit at her mere presence. “I do. I hear you’ve been very busy the last few weeks.”

“What? Oh, right. Yeah I’ve spent a lot of time with Daniel and your husband.” you blabbed, quickly changing the topic. “Do you and the girls still hang out regularly? Spice World was my favorite movie growing up, and-and-and I memorized all of the choreography to Stop and Spice Up Your Life.” You continued talking a million miles a minute.

“Well that’s good to know in case we ever need a fill-in,” she joked trying to put you at ease. Your demeanor quickly sobered and you put a hand over your heart.

“Oh, Miss Halliwell. I could never replace Victoria on your next reunion tour, but if you absolutely insist I would be honored to step in to ensure the show goes on,” you swore in earnest. Geri slowly nodded, locking eyes with Daniel behind you doing her best to telecommunicate with him. What the fuck. He only shrugged as he continued beaming.

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind,” she said slowly and politely. Daniel finally interjected.

“Y/n, you have to pack and I’m sure Geri and Christian have their own flights to catch…”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time,” you said, Daniel’s voice beginning to bring you back down to earth. You rummaged through your bag, before proudly presenting your hand to her. “Here’s my card in case you or any of the girls need any type of legal assistance, happy to go over any contracts for you or whatever else you may need.” Geri’s forced smile relaxed, appreciating your hustle and intellect.

“This is great, thank you. Girl power, right?” And just like that you were back on Saturn. You proudly held up a peace sign as though you were giving an oath.

“Girl Power. Forever,” you swore. Daniel gently put his hand on your lower back to try and herd you along, but you turned to look back as you walked. “And now that you have my number, let me know if you ever want to get your nails done together or get coffee or even a yoga class!” you called after her. Geri chuckled and waved.

“It was nice meeting you too,” she shouted back.

“Good seeing you too y/n – what am I, chopped liver?” You kept walking and waved him off.

“Oh right, sorry. Yeah yeah, nice seeing you too Christian. Pleasure doing business.”

You proceeded to gush about the encounter the entire way back to the hotel. Your hands flailed in the air as you excitedly repeated every little detail, even though Daniel had also been there to witness the whole thing. Your eyes were bright and wide, still processing the adrenaline.

“So did I do alright then?” he asked cheekily as you approached your rooms.

“Did you do alright?! That was one of the best moments of my life, I could kiss you!” 

The words slipped out before you had a chance to think, stopping both of you in your tracks. They hung heavy in the air, waiting for an answer. But for the tension that had dragged on, and built, and compounded on itself for months, the statement would never be interpreted as anything other than an innocent, facetious comment for dramatic effect. But Daniel looked at you intently hoping you meant it. He turned his body to align with yours as you remained frozen, and cautiously stepped forward to remove the space between you. Your mouth parted slightly, trying to find words to explain yourself but drew a blank. He leaned in ever so slightly, his hot breath beating on the side of your face and tickling your ear.

“So do it,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear him. You dared to lock eyes with him, searching for an answer. His hand finally did what it had wished to do for so long, gently pushing hair out of your face and finding a home at the nape of your neck. He left it there, but he didn’t have to use any force to bring you together as your heads naturally tilted and pulled inwards like magnets. It was dizzying having his face so close to yours, feeling his breath tickle your nose and your cheeks, stoking the flush that had your face burning.

It was only when your lips were so close that you inhaled each other’s oxygen that you suddenly remembered you were in a very public hallway. You were still in your suit, that felt like it was about suffocate you. To his disappointment, and yours, you fell into old patterns. You pried yourself out of his orbit, stumbling backwards.

“Would you look at the time? I, um, need to go pack. Long flight tomorrow,” you stammered, as you continued backwards towards your room. 

“y/n…”

“Congratulations again, I’m super happy for you.”

“Can we at least talk about this?” You fumbled with your keys pretending not to hear him, your focus on the floor.

“It was great working with you. You have a bright future back at Red Bull, I’m sure everything will work out. Have a safe trip back to Perth.”

And with that final, clinical, arms-length message, you left him in the hallway. 

[qbwr]

wanna be good for you

| stefon/josh | rated e | 2.8k words |

summary:

They get home late. Early, if Stefon is being technical.

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[0sincerelyella]

Wrong Dorm Bro -Josh Allen

prequel

summary: josh is in search of his roomate, in his journey he seems to have forgotten the dorm number. he had no idea what that would do to his future

notes: i literally had so much fun writing this and josh does not get enough love as it is. i must show you i love him. buckle up, this is a long one, a REALLY long one.

this is a prequel, for the last one, and there WILL be a part two.

imagine this is how he waves at y/n LOL

Josh had been going to wyoming for over a month now, and everyday Josh’s roommate clay was either at his girlfriends dorm or his girlfriend was in theirs. Josh found it quite annoying, considering he didn’t have himself a girl, but they were pretty good friends. Sometimes, clays girlfriend would be off with friends and they’d have time to hang out. it was clays turn to buy food, since josh had the previous two nights for clay and his girlfriend .

So josh booked it to the girls dorms. he knew exactly what floor they were on, but the rest of the numbers where a blur. he tried to see if the doors had there names on them, and so far he’s ruled out half the doors.

he was terrified of opening the wrong door, afraid that he would upset someone. but he sucked in his gut and and knocked on a random door.

the door opened, and josh stood in shock as if he’d never seen a woman before. she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. he almost couldn’t speak, the way she leaned on the side of the door frame the second he opened the door, figuring he was asking her about Jesus Christ. her long hair was messy, but cute. it fell infront of her face as she waited for this strange man to tell her exactly what he was doing here.

“May i help you?” she asks. he observed that her room had one bed, she didn’t have a room mate. this was so obviously not the form clay was in. Josh took a breath, smirking towards the girl in a desperate attempt to allow him to keep talking to her. “i’m looking for clay, clay marsh?” y/n cracked a smile. “next door over, but i wouldn’t go in there now if i was you, they sound a bit busy” he laughed at her joke, she was the sarcastic, kind type of girl that josh liked.

“i’m josh” he said. “i know who you are josh allen” she said, opening up her door more. “would you like to come in?” he immediately took the offer, walking in as she shut the door.

she gestured for him to sit on the bed, which he took. she sat in her desk chair. “y/n” she said across from him. “what?” he asked, “that’s my name, you didn’t ask” she told him, examining his stature.

she knew he played football, she came to every single one of the games, even some away games. not for him, but she admired the way he played. plus he was really cute.

“how’d you know me?” he asked her, doing the examining right back. her facial features were soft, and her eyes never left his. He could tell she was strong, the way that there was a big football player in her room and she didn’t even break her smirk she’s had since he knocked on her door.

“i come to all the games”

“just to see me?” he teased. “no. i’m a big football fan, have always been” she points to the countless signed bengals items through out her room. “i grew up in ohio”

he nodded. “why are you here?” he asked her. “i got a free ride, it’s nice. but i really want to go back to my family.” she smiled sadly, considering how much she missed ohio. quickly her sad smile turned into a smirk

“that alone tells me exactly how you’ll be in our future relationship.” he smirked, attempting to lighten her mood.

“oh mr. allen is getting bold” she said, but the more he examined her face, her smirk turned into a soft, beautiful smile ever so slightly, and quickly turned back. “how will i be in our future relationship” he smiled, she wasn’t scared away

“loyal, extremely loyal even if i’m a sucky boyfriend” he said, and she put her hand on her chest. “are you emplying my bengals suck? or are you implying that you are going to be a sucky boyfriend” she pretended to be offended by his words

“i would always treat you like the princess you are” he smirked

“plus the only ring your gonna get is when i propose if the bengals keep andy dalton.” she burst into an eruption of laughter.

“what? am i not allowed to say that to my future wife?” she giggled even more with every sentence. “Oh joshy, here’s the proposition” he ever so slightly blushed at the nickname.

“when the bengals win a super bowl for the first time, then i’ll marry you” she said, his smile was wide.

he didn’t expect that relationship to lead to marriage, especially with the current way the bengals were playing. he was just flirting with a beautiful girl.

“you should come to my game tomorrow” he said. “i already am going joshy” she said, smirking once again. “yeah but you should come for me, i can get coach to let you watch from the sidelines, we’re playing ohio state” he said, scooting back on y/ns bed. “where are you taking me after?” josh stood up, walking towards the door.

“how about you just show up looking beautiful and i’ll take you after i shower after the game yeah?” she smiled, a real, genuine, soft smile.

“i’ll see you then joshy” he opened the door and she stood to watch him leave, completely forgetting about clay.

——————————————

After that night, josh and y/n spent every day together. josh was always studying in y/ns dorm, and y/n was at every one of his games and practices.

campus began to know her as josh’s number one supporter, wearing his jersey every Friday like she was still in high-school, and she went all out.

when the two of them graduated, y/n went to the nfl draft with josh, and when he was drafted by the buffalo bills y/n jumped and screamed and cried. she was so happy for him.

she had quickly fallen in love with josh, she feels she had loved him since his proposal, since he knocked on the wrong dorm.

y/ns love for josh was so big, that she decided to move across the country with him, they lived in buffalo and she traveled to every game with him.

in 2020, joe burrows year, y/n was so excited. in december, y/n got a call from the cincinnati bengals to join their social media team.

“joshy?” y/n and josh lived in buffalo, and josh was getting ready for the wild card game. He sat alone in his office where he watched film, watching film. “hi princess” he smiled, pausing his video.

“joshy, i need to talk to you” she pulled a chair next to him. “of course babe, what’s up!” he pulled her closer, putting his hands on her hips, kissing her lips quickly. “so, you know i love you” she said, placing her hand on his cheek. “and we’re going to get married some day” he nervously laughed “only if the bengals win, can’t forget the bet” she smiled sadly

“joshy, i got a job offer” he nodded. “im glad baby, sad you can’t come to my away games, but happy” he smiled, but she still looked sad. “baby come on just tell me” y/n took a big breath. “i want to start my career, and traveling with you is the happiest i’ve ever been. but i want to start a career and work for myself, especially before i get married to you” she explained. “i’m going to move to Cincinnati to work on the social media team” she had her eyes closed the entire time, but she felt josh bring her into a hug.

“princess i’m so proud of you” she said, holding her close. “soon enough i’m gonna marry you. so what if we’re apart a year or two? i’ll stay with you during off season and when we play the bengals, and i’ll call you everyday and it’s gonna be hard but i will love you for ever and always”

she cried into his shoulder. “you’ve worked so hard for this beautiful girl.”

“i love you josh”

“i love you too y/n”

y/n did move away, she moved in may and departed from josh in mid June, josh was right. it was hard, they argued, y/n got jealous, josh got nervous, y/n got nervous, josh got jealous. but they never went to bed angry.

when the bengals beat the chiefs in the 21-22 AFC championship game, y/n got a call from josh while she was at the game.

“Hi joshy!!” y/n was crying happy tears because of her team since forever, “Pick a dress beautiful we’re getting married!!” he said happily, y/n smiled so excitedly. “Gotta wait two weeks to see joshy” she smiled. “no negativity” he told her, because that’s usually what she said to him when he talked negatively to the bengals

but sadly, those two weeks didn’t end well. Josh met y/n at the super bowl, and they watched together. but after the game y/n cried real tears and josh held her, actually disappointed “next year is our year” he said, she laughed “okay bills mafia” she giggled.

josh wasn’t kidding. he had a ring in his pocket and everything, but he won’t tell y/n that, not until it happens.

[lilyrizzy]

i had a maxiel break-up/make-up fic idea in which daniel spends a year fucking josh allen and it's like he WANTS me to write it lol

[sequinsandfins]

Firefighter au? 👀👀👀

Errr yes 😭 I’m only about 1k in… but this is the start

Max meets Daniel on a call.

Not really though, because it’s Josh who gets to him first and carries him out of the burning building, flung over his shoulder. It’s Josh that gets to be the hero.

Max meets Daniel properly at the station a week later. Max tells himself he doesn’t immediately recognise the man standing in the open doorway, a large Tupperware container clutched in his hands.

Daniel spots Max and smiles brightly. “Hey mate!,” he calls out and Max is surprised to hear an accent, “I’m Daniel, you guys uh, rescued me the other week.”

[preet-01]

Thinking of writing a Daniel fic with all of his bfs — Josh, max, George, Lewis, Charles, Lando, etc

Here’s a little snippet

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Max Verstappen had not known a moment of peace since the fateful day he shook hands with Daniel Ricciardo.

All sense of normality had gone out the window and he’d been a man possessed. A man in love — never mind that he was a teenager when he’d shook hands with Daniel, his point still stood. He’d fallen quickly and there was no going back, not that he would ever want to. Max was many things, idiotic was not one of them.

So there was no peace for Max because he hadn’t been the first to fall for Daniel’s pretty smile, brown eyes, and charming personality. Nor had Max been the last.

But he had dealt with it.

Max could handle the other drivers, he knew how to push their buttons and the lines that they couldn’t cross due to existing contracts and all that. Max had beat so many of them on track as well and knew that he could take out his frustrations with them during a race and Daniel would be none the wiser about it.

But then Scotty had appeared in the picture. Scotty — Red Bull sponsored athlete and Australian. However, Scotty was a snowboarder which meant more often than not his schedule was the opposite of Daniel’s and most importantly Daniel hated the cold. Then Scotty got married to Lance’s sister and it was even easier to keep Daniel from the Australian.

Max had never accounted for some American to take Daniel’s time away from him. He should have been more careful in hindsight because the American seemed to be everything that Daniel loved. Big, athletic, a farmer, all American (whatever that meant).

Daniel had met Josh Allen the American in 2019. The one year that Max and Daniel hadn’t been very close due to hurt feelings and stubbornness on both their parts. The American had snuck in when Max and Daniel were on the outs like Max’s worst nightmares.

Max couldn’t intimidate a man twice his size, he would try, of course, but Rico said he looked more like a cute angry kitten than a terrifying lion. Max didn’t know the boundaries for American football players. It was a whole new set of rules.

He’d much rather fight with Scotty for Daniel’s affections or George, at least with them he knew what their limitations were.