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[queenbirbs]

Which holiday or special event would you most like to see celebrated on an episode of The Rookie, and how do you imagine Chenford would celebrate it?

Since it’s my favorite holiday, I’m a sucker for Halloween episodes (there’s a reason The Mummy in the Maze is one of my top ten favorite Bones episodes), so maybe some future domestic chenford giving out candy?

Even better would be them going UC in costume to infiltrate….something or other, so we could see them at a rager of a party all dolled up.

Other than that, maybe a July 4th episode where it’s like a who dun it murder mystery while they’re on Patrice’s yacht and ~one of them is a murderer~ but there’s like 20+ suspects so they have to narrow them down. Maybe our resident detective Angela is too inebriated so Tim and Lucy have to crack the case before they make it back to shore?

Hmm I’m realizing now how similar it sounds to The Passenger In the Oven, another one of my favorite eps of Bones. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[hourcat]

And another one so that you dont think the obly thing i care about is gamer gf charles (it is)

1. Our boys

2. Captain of the football team and head cheerleader

🫶

It's just Pierre's luck, really, that the season has come to this: him standing on crutches on the sidelines watching his backup running out there with the rest of his guys and enjoying all the glory that he had dragged them kicking-and-screaming to: it's fucking irritating, the way every single part of this season has been so far--

--excluding Charles, of course.

He's standing beside Pierre now, decked out in the cheer uniform that he spent an hour complaining about this morning (we are in college, Pierrot, and still my girls and I have to dress like we're in a shitty teen drama) and holding their school's comedically-sized megaphone in his other hand that's not gently settled in the crook of Pierre's elbow.

"The brace comes off next weekend, baby," Charles murmurs, leaning over to press a kiss to Pierre's head; he squeezes his arm gently and then sighs, resting his head on Pierre's shoulder, then continues with a soft laugh, "I've been saving all our best stuff for when you're back out on the field."

more 3 sentence au prompts?

[angelicblondie]

footballplayer!rafe x wag!reader (MDNI)

note: i dont know a lot about football so some details about that might be wrong!!

it was safe to say that your life had drastically changed over the last year.

before you met rafe, you were simply a girl working a marketing 9 to 5, with a fairly boring life. you had dinner with you parents once a month, went to work every day, you had nights out with you friends on the weekends- your life was just like any other girl approaching her mid 20s.

however, over a year ago, you were at a bar on a saturday night with a couple of your girlfriends, just trying to let loose from the week. you were only a couple shots in when you spotted the handsome stranger eyeing you from afar, and you were immediately filled with intrigue. rafe felt himself being magnetically pulled to your direction, sauntering over to where you stood with your friends by the bar.

he approached you with his sickly charming smile, wooing you instantly. the two of you got to talking and if you were honest, you were smitten instantly. about 5 minutes into the conversation you realized who you were talking to - rafe cameron, the new startup qb for your cities team. you weren't a huge football fan, but you'd have to be living under a rock not to know who rafe freaking cameron was. he had become a huge deal in the past months, reasons ranging from his killer wrist to his deadly looks.

you had seen girls thirsting over him on social media and you couldnt help but agree - the guy was smoking hot, even more so in person, making you honestly a little surprised he was even talking to you.

you look a sip of your drink, eyeing him thoughtfully. "so, whats a hot shot like you doing in this dump?" you ask, your voice teasing yet soft.

rafe let out a chuckle. "I could ask you the same question. dont you gotta boyfriend at home or somethin'?" he asked experimentally, awaiting you answer with the tilt of his head.

you bit your lip, catching his drift. "no boyfriend," you reply, twirling the straw in your drink. "how 'bout you? no groupie chasing after you?"

rafe poked his tongue into his cheek with a smile, shaking his head. "nah, on my own at the moment."

you hum, nodding along to his words before wrapping your lips around your straw, locking into his eyes as you sucked the liquid out of your glass.

thats how you ended up on his bed later that night, letting him pound into you as you screamed into his pillow - truly the best sex you had ever had at that point.

whilst your sexual chemistry was undeniable, so was your romantic chemistry. the two of you flowed into conversation easily, and could feel the early excitement of your new situation.

you spent the whole week at rafes house - only leaving his side for work, and him for training. the two of you showered in the morning, made or ordered in meals for dinner, and talked late into the night, about anything and everything (and of course, had sex. lots and lots of it). you got to know rafe, from his early childhood, to embarrassing high school stories, crazy college encounters, and all about his love for football. and rafe got to know you too, since you found yourself uncontrollably sharing things you had never uttered to another soul, wondering why it was you felt so connected to him - why you trusted and liked him so much already.

at the end of the week though, it was time for you and rafe to part ways, since the football season had started, causing rafe to need to travel.

you were inexplicably crushed, wondering if your time together had run its course, and if it was time to say bye forever - only remembering each other by the perfect week, and nothing more.

luckilly though, that wasnt the case - you and rafe just couldn't stay away from each other. he called you every night, as long as he could. you watched his games on the tv in your living room, texting him after each time to congratulate or console him, depending on the outcome. you even brushed up on your football knowledge, wanting to be more useful in conversations about the topic and to understand what was going on in the games.

your friends were of course happy for you, but also perplexed. you had just met the guy, and you two were already acting like a married couple. but once you formally introduced him to them, they understood.

the two of you just simply had a special connection, and admired each other so much. it was like you skipped all the awkward first dates and base line questions, and just jumped right into the good stuff - and it was (and still is) perfect.

that how you got here - a year after the two of you made it official only 2 month into knowing each other - in a stadium in sunny california.

your boyfriend was playing against the LA team, and you were seated in a box with the other friends and family of the players, sitting next to rafes dad and step-mom, as well as his sister sarah.

you and sarah had wine glasses in your hands as you sat in the first row, sunglasses covering you eyes as you waited for the game to start. you saw the occasional phone camera pointed your way, and you gave a small smile a wave.

you had definitely received more attention since you and rafe began your relationship - people had flooded you social media accounts with both love and hate, and had began to treat you as if you were some celebrity, which was strange, since you were just some girlfriend of a football player.

a very popular football player, but still.

with you new platform, you were able to post the cutest pics of rafe and you, (and some very hot pics of him alone), and also make a bit of money from it. you still worked in marketing, but had decided to mostly work online and remotely, making it easier to travel with rafe when needed.

a big topic of conversation between the two of you when you started dating was how you would approach that part of your relationhip - balancing your individual lives to meet in the middle.

you had made it clear that you wanted to be your own person, aside from being his girlfriend. although rafe could certainly provide for the two of you, for now, you quite liked relying on yourself for your pay, and you liked the independence that came with it. of course, rafe was supportive of this decision, but made it clear that this wouldn't stop him from spoiling you with any presents and treats that he could think of - only the very best treatment for his girl.

that being said, you still wanted to see him as much as possible, and since your job offered flexibility, you decided to take the opportunity to be able to move with him when needed and continue to work for yourself.

the game was an important one - it was the game that decided whether or not the boys would make it to the superbowl.

rafe had been jittery the whole day before, pacing around in your hotel room and cracking every bone in his body. you had tried to get him to relax, but his mind was running wild.

he kept trying to find something to do. for example, he spent a whole 3 hours in the hotel gym, working out to prepare himself. you gently scolded him once he returned though, worrying it would only make him sore.

you then ran him a bath, hopping in as well so you could try to ease his nerves.

you made the environment as relaxing as possible, lighting some candles and incense, filling the bath with bubbles and lavender essential oils, soft jazz playing in the background.

you sat behind rafe, softly massaging his back to relieve the obvious tension. you whispered reassurances in his ear, wanting him to go into the game with confidence in his abilities, and a clear head.

"the only way your going to win tomorrow is if your thinking of what your doing in the moment, not the past, and certainly not the future. you have to be present and open minded, not driven by emotions or fear," you had reminded him softly, turning him around so he could look into your eyes.

rafe nodded, a serious yet tired look on his face. he worked so hard, and he was so good at what he did. you wanted this so badly for him, but knew that the only way he would play his best tommorw was if he got out of his head.

"i know, baby. you know how i get like," rafe murmured, bringing you onto his lap and tucking his face into your neck, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck and run your fingers through his wet hair.

"if its any consolation, I'll be proud of you no matter what. you've worked so so hard this season, and everyone sees it. I truly cant think of someone more deserving of this than you, babe," you reassure, trying to make you voice as soothing as possible.

you meant your words of course, but you really did want him to win. you knew how competitive he could be, and like him, so were you.

so once the game started, you removed the sunglasses off your head and into you purse, sitting down and taking a long sip of wine.

it was a long game, rafe team managing to get the first touchdown, causing your section to jump up into the air and celebrate. the screen had shifted to your boxes reaction, zooming in on you and sarah hugging and jumping up and down in excitement, cheering louder than anyone else there.

rafe had looked up, trying not to get too excited and keep his head in the game, but seeing you jump around so happily for him caused him to break out into a large smile, blowing a large kiss your way before running to his groups huddle.

the game got a bit rough after that, the other team getting 2 touchdowns causing you to wince each time, taking long sips of you drink. any time rafe looked in your direction you sent him a proud smile regardless, wanting to keep his spirts and hopes high.

by the 4th quarter, the other team had 4 points on you guys, meaning all you needed to win was just one touchdown.

with about 5 minutes left, the two teams on the field hadn't managed to score any points, and you were starting to worry. rafe, as quarterback, was talking to the coach of his team with a serious expression nodding along to his words before running over to his team. using his hands a bit, he explained the play, looking at each of their faces to make sure they understood the plan.

once it started, you and sarah were squeezing eachother hands tightly, muttering words of encouragement as your eyes glued to the field. you could hear the voice of ward narrating to rose, explaining what he thought the play would be and what would be the smartest option. you wanted to role your eyes at his condescending tone, but decided against it, focussing your attention on the game.

you watched in focus as rafe threw the ball back to one of his teammates, and they passed the ball to another. you lost sight of the ball whilst keeping your eyes on rafe (a constant tendency), and before you knew it, you turned your head to see one of his teammates run across the end zone and hold the ball up high, celebrating his victory.

you all immediately jumped up, cheering in celebration. you face broke out into the biggest grin as you watched rafe and all of his team mates pile on top of each other on the field.

the game still had about 4 minutes left, but it didnt matter, because luckily, the other team didnt manage another touchdown, meaning rafe and his team were going into the super bowl.

you and rafes family met him out back of the stadium, instantly hugging and congratulating him. you of course held on extra long, kissing his face all over casting a red hue on his cheeks.

before going out to dinner all together, you and rafe went to congratulate other members of his team and some of his friends, talking for a bit about the events of the game.

during dinner you sat close to rafe, his hand on your thigh as you leaned on his shoulder, enjoying the high of his victory and chatting casually with his family. eventually you two parted from the other, walking the short distance back to your hotel and luckily not getting recognized.

the minute you stepped into the room you were on rafe, holding his face as you pushed your lips onto his, as he grabbed your hips in mild shock. once it wore off, he took control of the kiss, walking backwards to the bed. once his knees met the corner and he fell back, you straddle his waist, waisting no time to lift the shirt of his body, revealing his toned figure underneath.

soon the two of you were a mix of sweaty bodies under the sheets, writhing in pleasure and letting out muffled noises. rafe had you underneath him, arching your back off the sheets and letting out little whimpers, too embarrassed to be loud, fearing the thin walls of the hotel.

"let it out, baby, I want to hear you," rafe coaxed.

you whine, grabbing his tone biceps. "cant, rafe. people'll hear"

rafe laughed a bit sadistically, squeezing your waist and pounding into you hard. "don't care. want everyone t'hear how good m'making y'feel. c'mon, you can let it out, I know y'can."

you moaned a little louder this time, cursing loudly whilst you screamed. "fuck, please, rafe, m'so close."

rafe placed one of his hands on your lower stomach and watched as he pressed down, earning a high pitched gasp and moan from you, throwing your head back against the pillows.

rafe tilted his head up to look at you and his lips tilted upwards. "yeah? can y'feel me? right here in your tummy?"

you nod wordlessly, your body squirming in pure pleasure. "please, rafe, I need t'come."

rafe continued his pace, groaning gutturally as he approached his own high. "fuck, go ahead baby."

your walls clenched around his dick, and rafe watched, tranfixed as the white ringlet appeared near the base of his cock, becoming more and more definded every time he slowly moved in and out of you. the view made his reach his own organsm, cumming into the condowm as he threw his head back, his stomach clenching as he released.

the two of you spent the rest of the night cuddled in bed, watching a movie and snacking on the room service you had delivered. and you truly couldn't ask for a better way to celebrate your boyfriends accomplishment.

[classiccowboy]

instagram j.b.

summary: follow along with joe and his fiance evie as they go through joes football career.

*face claim is yasmin quintana*

series masterlist.

evie

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evie: 🤍🤍🤍

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user: did you notice that you made top 10 hottest NFL wags?

> evie: the peak of my existence

user: OK! This is so freaking cute

user: and what happens when i have to go to therapy over this?

> evie: we love therapy?

joeyb_9: all of my favorite things in just a few photos.

> evie: lots of happy moments..

user: how did you get a photo with my in laws?

user: you’re all so happy together i’m obsessed!

user: not momma and papa burrow!!

> evie: truly the best people ever. 🧡

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Jon Snow

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user: kiss me now

user: Joe sucks

millyg: joe burrow is cool.

user: trashhhhhh

user: mr. can’t win a superbowl

evie: winter is coming 😉

user: goat frfr

user: they know nothing about jon snow

evie

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evie: onto the next..

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user: can i say ur the cutest ever

> evie: pls do

user: go bengies

> evie: bengies all dey!

user: the fact you never miss a game? get a life.

> evie: in the wise words of dani rojas.. Football is Life

joeyb_9: babe in the jungle. 😍

> evie: 🥰

user: love the fit!

user: Ev are you back to hanging out in the comments??

> evie: i’m always hanging in the comments

joeyb_9:

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joeyb_9: Uninvited Guests

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user: you are HIM joe burrow

user: Joe you the best

user: snow shiesty

user: sad sorry qb

evie: my favorite/least favorite time of the year. i need a new coat.

> joeyb_9: don’t be a baby, you’re supposed to be the queen of the north. 🥶🥶🥶

user: proud of you joe!

user: jealous of the snowflakes

evie

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evie: mills said it’s getting too cold for this shit

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user: i played against joe in fantasy this week 😭

> evie: rip

user: isn’t this fit kind of basic?

> evie: ouch

joeyb_9: you can have my hand warmer

> evie: the sacrifices you make 🥰

user: i will never understand your relationship, he’s famous he can have anyone he wants.

> evie: it’s the people who know the least that always have the most to say..

millyg: i am never going to a playoff game again. not in this weather my guy.

> evie: you’re kind of lying dude

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: The journey continues

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user: does joey b reply?

> evie: our text messages are proof that he doesn’t

user: keep moving forward

lahjay10_: we be back brother

evie: boo kc

> joeyb_9: what do they say? tomato tomato?

user: somebody stop KC

user: joe shiesty for president

> evie: i support this

evie

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evie: *gasp* she’s not wearing a joe burrow jersey!

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user: congratulations to the Bengals! what a great season!

> evie: 🧡🧡🧡

user: i’m sorry but can i marry ur bf?

> evie: not if i get there first 😉

user: who dey no matter what

joeyb_9: is this what it feels like to be cheated on?

> evie: it’s not what it looks like…

user: not me being behind you while you pounded back these ultras! you’re the best!

> evie: i was totally sober. 🥴

lahjay10_: nah if you gon wear anybody jersey number shoulda been mine!

> evie: i can see this was a major mistake

evie

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evie: goodbye goodbye goodbye.. you were bigger than the whole sky. (what a season joey, i luv u).

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user: it broke my heart they lost..

user: who dey nation is proud of this team

> evie: forever..

user: leave joe and date me instead.

> evie: omg, usually it’s the other way around. i’m glad someone loves me!

joeyb_9: i can’t get enough of you.. thank you for being so supportive. 🤍

> evie: it’s a wonderful life with you.

user: i want you and mama burrow to post together more often.. i love her

> evie: my game partner for life and one of my best friends. we love mama burrow.. 🧡

evies ig stories

[keelt9]

MARIGOLD

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“This is nuts!” Collin isn’t able to stay in his seat, and the players haven't even come out yet.

“Collin, you’re freaking me out.” He bluffs as lays back and crosses his arm over his chest.

“Am I the one who wants to come one hour before the game starts?” He raised his eyebrows looking at me. “Mom and dad aren't even here.”

“Well, well, well, I didn't hear you complain.” Collin laughs and his throat, trying to fake seriousness. 

“Becau…” I cover his mouth when I see Bengals players coming out through the tunnel across the stadium.

The Bengals fans who came clapped and shouted the name of the player they’ll want to see or can see but it was until Joe came with his classic black clothes that I felt a buzz all over my body.

I grabbed Collin's arm in excitement. “Y/N! Calm down, you will tear apart my jacket.”

I let his arm. “Sorry, sorry, just, this is nuts, right?” Collin smiles and nods.

During all the warm ups I was lost, that I didn’t even notice when our parents arrived. My eyes are glued to the cute QB across the field; when it finally over I see Joe waits a little bit looking across the field where I told him our dad bought the tickets. 

I don’t know if he could see me with the stadium starting to fill but I couldn't avoid feeling shy.

“So the worst fear of a father reached me.” I heard dad. “My daughter is over the hill for a football player.”

This time I turn around seeing my family laughing as I cover my face sitting down. 

My heart split in two all the game as much I cheered the niners, in every play and touchdown I couldn’t avoid, do the same every time Joe does the same, and move my eyes to the other side of the field every time he visibly goes down on the ground.

Still the victory stayed at home, with a missed kick from McPearson.

As we went back home I texted Joe after seeing his press conference ended. 

>I win!

He replied with a photo of  a red napkin on the floor. 

>I’ll call for a review.

“With that smile I guess you’re going back to Cincinnati, right?” Mom asked, looking for the rearview mirror.

Collin pushes my feet softly as he smirks. “Yes, but I’ll go because Lilian arrived Wednesday morning, ok?”

At the unison all answer with the same. “Yeah, of course.”

Well, I arrived Monday afternoon; for sure the cold of Cincinnati is something that is at the end if I would ever make a list of my favorite things here.

The florist’s is in perfect condition, bouquets all over the place, our usual customers register their usual purchase and Gael and the new girl, Sara working along in harmony.

Lilian enters through the door Wednesday morning tanned but with a smile side to side of her face. 

“I’m here!” I run to hug her causing almost both of us tripp but Jason is behind her ready to grab us. “I miss you so much.”

“You didn’t even see her that frequently.” Gael complains and I understand why Lilian said it is like living with Collin.

Without stopping hugging me Lilian takes out a coin from her pocket and tosses it to him.

“But hey! You’re covered in glitter this early?” I point to the other window where the Christmas tree is in progress. 

A lot of Christmas ornaments are all over the floor, bouquets of flowers are placed together and the flowers that arrived a few minutes earlier are still next to the door.

“Do you need help?” Jason asks while walking in the florist’s observing three boxes, he knows Lilian has plenty of them for Christmas.

“That would be amazing.” Gael gave him the big ribbon that every year hangs on the main entrance. 

Two big boxes appear from the backroom, leaving Lilian and Jason intrigued. 

“Where do you need these?” The voice of Joe made Jason drop the ribbon and Lilian looks at Gael who’s walking to take the boxes.

“Do you…Where…How…Why?!” Lilian couldn't even formulate a complete question.

“I told you about this!” Jason laughs, grabbing the ribbon and going to help Gael to see what's inside the boxes.

“You said you had a date!” I scrunch my nose. “You didn’t mention I will find Joe Burrow here!”

Joe laughs seeing Jason who just raises his shoulders. “He’s paying his bet.”

Lilian opens her eyes and looks at Joe. “Omg, you lost a bet with her?” Joe nods. “You never bet with her, she had the luck of hell.”

I fake an indignation expression, as Lilian takes a deep breath. 

“What do you lose?” She asked, it’s clear that Lilian feels totally comfortable around Joe. 

“Decorate Christmas trees.” Joe sees me with a soft smile. 

“Decorate?” Lilian narrows her eyes.

“You haven’t seen his Christmas tree? They are gorgeous.” While he stayed in San Francisco, Joe showed me a few pictures of the Christmas tree he decorated in the past few years, they're beautiful.

So I bet with him, if he wins, he will get the kiss and if I win, he will decorate two Christmas trees.

“Two?” Joe and I nodded. “Ok, one here, the other…”

“I wanted it to be in my home but his team could kill me if I take him one day.” Joe scoffs. “Besides, it's lucky he agreed, I heard he likes to glue to the building when they are in season.”

“Steal a QB1, that would be hilarious.” Lilian laughs as she sighs. “Well, what can we do to help you, Joe?”

Joe spent his night decorating a tree in the florist's, giving us instruction as we moved around the place. This day the florist was closed earlier, by 10 pm, Christmas lights were all over the place, a huge tree with golden and red ornaments was standing next to the window, it definitely started to feel like Christmas.

“This is so weird.” Lilian said tired as we sat in the middle of the florist having dinner. “We’re out two almost three months and my spoiled customer is having dates with my best friend; now we've reached the point where he’s comfy sitting eating the most random dinner with us.”

“Dates?” Gael asked innocently as Jason gave him a little jostle.

“Dates are different for boyfriend and girlfriend, kid.” Lilian chuckles.

I almost choked with my noodles. “Can we skip this conversion please?” 

Even Joe is smiling, his face and ears are red and he’s biting his lip, this is the kind of thing we’re a little bit far away from.

Jason is our savior. “Are you planning to stay all weekend?”

“I have an invitation for a game.” I take a sip of my bottle.

“We.” Gael sat straight proud. “We four have a game. Joe invited us to the game against Miami.” 

Lilian opens her eyes to Joe. “If you want and can come, of course.” 

“We don’t have tickets.” Jason said, making Gael shake his head.

“That’s the best part.” He makes the sound of drums in his legs. “Joe invited us to his box!��

“What?” Lilian is clearly impressed for the ways she blinks quickly.

“That’s the last question word you missed!” I chuckle, winning a push of her feet on my leg. 

“I mean, you won’t get tickets at this time of the seasons and my box is a little bit too  big.” Joe can be really playful when he wants.

“A little bit?” I asked, making Joe laugh.

“A little bit.”

Lilian stretched her back as she put her plate on the floor. “We came to another universe, love.” Jason smiley giving her a kiss on her head.

I spent the days working telling Lilian the updates with Gael about the few changes and arrangements we have been doing; by the night Joe passed by inviting me to a small walk or dinner in his house.

This Saturday isn’t different, he’s been in a long and exhaustive training, they playoffs are clenched still they know if things are like it seems the other teams could give them a surprise if they get overconfident.

“I’ll better go.” I watch the hour on my phone. “It’s late and you must be fresh  tomorrow.” 

I stand as Joe goes with me to the door, I always call for an Uber when we are outside stealing minutes with him, this time he covers with his hand my phone, making me look at him.

“Do you actually have to go?” I chuckle, grabbing his hand. “I mean this is huge…”

“You always said you aren't a friendly person on game day and you don't want to make me feel bad.” He said that more than one time, still I didn't know if that's more for him or for me.

Joe smiles as he clicks his tongue. “And you said I would never do that, I probably just be quieter.” 

The cold weather makes me shiver. “Joe it's ok, I'll see you tomorrow night after the game ends, right?”

“Or you could see me earlier in the morning?” The irony of the situation is so funny.

“Are you complaining about something you said you don't want I witnessed but now you said you mostly don’t want me to go?” Joe laughs. 

“We could have said that.” I raise my eyebrows hitting softly in his arm.

“Yeah, we could have said that.” I see my phone one more time we're been here a couple of minutes and I feel I could turn on stalactite any minute.

I shake my head. “I'll take the guest room.”

As I entered the house one more time, the big smile of Joe slowly turned, realizing I'll stay but not fully with him.

“Guest room?”

Lilian almost had a heart attack when I called her to tell her the news. It's just been a couple of days since she can assimilate unexpected changes. Still, she’s dealing as calmly as she can.

I follow my own words after Joe borrows me a couple of clothes so I can sleep. I'll walk to the guest room, where I spent most of the night, until I feel the bed sink, my cellphone mark, 5:15 am.

Joe surrounds me with his arm. “You’re sleeping in the guest room, you can’t complain so much.”

“I mean, alone.” Joe giggles but rests his head next to mine.

“Shh, I have to get up earlier.” I laughed but my eyelids felt so heavy, so I just closed my eyes a second later.

I got up before he did, practically making acrobatics for leaving the bed without him waking up. Joe told me he has a specific routine for a game day and I don’t want to mess up anything.

I picked up my things and left him a small note in the kitchen.

>See you at night ♥️ I had a wonderful night.

Lilian kept staring at me as we had breakfast. “What?”

“Nothing.” Jason sits next to her giggling. “Just… you’re not sleeping where your parents think you are, dating a football player, coming early in the morning with that smile on your face.”

I shake my head. “We go back in time, or what? We're back in middle school.”

Jason laughs this time serving more coffee. “You never did something like this in middle school?”

“Jason, I was a bear in hibernation all my school time, I mean I have one or three dates, but it was because this girl needed a friend for a friend of the guy.” Lilian nods proudly looking at Jason.

In the middle school I never bother for find a guy or date I was fully concentrate in getting good grades and learning all I could for entered to the University I wanted, Lilian from the other hand is so beautiful that she even had to effort in getting a date.

“I saw the photos, you've been way too pretty since then.” Jason flattered me, making my face burn, winning a small approbation kiss of Lilian. “Guys tend to be frightened of intelligence.”

“She was a little bit cranky at that time too.” Lilian smirks remembering how I used to lock her every test we had.

I take the last bite of my pancake with a smile. “For sure.”

We picked up Gael at 4 pm. He's so happy that a few months ago he was joking about getting a pass to Joe’s Burrow box, now he’s about to be in that box.

The sensation is different even just getting inside of the big hallways that takes you to the box of the QB, of course getting in the box is out of this world.

You can easily see the field having all the comfort you can even imagine, nice seats, food all the time and a big T.V at each side.

I sent a picture to Joe about me in his box, actually not expecting any replay but he did it a few minutes later. He’s in the stadium, I saw the post in the social accounts, probably getting ready for the warm ups.

>Bets on?

A smirk on my face appears so quickly, feeling a butterfly on my stomach. >I’m way too far, next time. 

The time between warm ups and the beginning of the game for me usually lasts an eternity. This time passed in a blink, by the time the game began I was so excited that even Lilian and Geal were teasing me about it.

The first half wasn't as we expected, the difference is one touchdown and a field goal in favor of Miami; the team has been neutralized in the red zone and Joe has been hit more times than the last week.

“They come back from this, don’t worry.” Gael said, extending his hand with his popcorns. “Besides, he won’t let his girl witness a loss.” 

I scrunch my nose. “He didn’t tell you.” I narrowed my eyes, seeing he shrugged his shoulders.

“Desperate times need desperate measures.” The kid wink at me.

The third quarter it was like the Bengals got a bust in the locker room, a wonderful interception for BJ gave them the touchdown they needed and the first series ended in a touchdown too, then just a field goal, but by the last quarter all were with our hands grabbing the seats tight.

The Bengals are down for 3 points with 00:34 on the clock and no time outs in the 23 yard.

You can see through Joe's helmet big eyes open and biting his lip before saying what could be the last call of the day.

I grab Lilina's hands and she does the same as both of us anxious for the result.

Joe has trouble in the pocket so he needs to get out searching for someone in the red zone but what it seems a lose game, Tee appears in the red zone totally alone; Joe just had time to throw the ball before he goes down.

In the screen the words “TOUCHDOWN” lights one with the clock in 00:23, Bengals win the game.

All the stands erupt in screams and cheers, we hug each other as we scream.

“I TOLD YOU!” Gael said, lifting me from the ground.

In the conference Joe praised the resilience and mentality of his team; the way he smiles tells you so much about how proud of his team is. 

I waited for 1 hour until Joe finally came out.

“Here you are.” Joe smiles one bag on his hand and his backpack over his shoulder.

As he approached my hands that were on my back came to the front with a big bouquet of marigolds, that resembles wonderful.

“You.” Joe relaxes his shoulder as he hugs me, taking the bouquet of my hands. “This is what the fifth you are giving me?”

The times I've been in his house I notice he placed bouquets of flowers in a specific zone of his house which he takes care of carefully for more than one week.

“I start to believe all your visits to the florit’s could have a second intention.” I teasing him as we split. 

“How could you say that?” He’s leaning for giving me a kiss when I see coming out of the building Ja’Marr and BJ looking each other with a funny expression.

“Aye!” Ja’Marr said as Joe split. “What a scene.”

“Such a cute girl for this boy.” BJ smiles and extends his hand. “Time to greet us properly, BJ.”

I take his hand, and recognize the first time I met him he was the first one to talk to me. 

“Y/N.” He smiles and nods.

“How the hell did you get her Joey?” Joe scoffs and smirks.

Ja’Marr laughed and couldn't avoid teasing him. “No, no, no, they're dating, my boy isn't making any question, still.” 

I see Joe giggling with a red face pushing softly to his best friend.

“She has a style, see the number of her jersey.” Joe turns around to see my jersey over my hoodie.

A huge number 1 on my chest, on my defense, it was the only one in the store, the jersey with number 9 was out of stock.

“It was this or 80, you choose.” I claimed, seeing how Joe's forehead has many wrinkles. 

BJ and Ja'Marr laughs. “We love her.”

Joe scoffs seeing me. “Yeah, I can see why.” He kissed my forehead, making my face burn as I covered my eyes, unable to hold those tender eyes on me.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Open Practice

Pairing: CJ Stroud X Black!FemReader

Description: Football players, in your experience, are either childish, toxic or horrible communicators; your ex just so happened to be all of the above. But it’s been a few years and people can change. Or will a certain qb decide to pick up the pieces your ex left behind?

Warnings: Toxic Ex!Brevin Jordan

Word Count: 800+

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Walking into NRG Park felt odd. You’ve been to a football stadium before but not before noon or because your ex-boyfriend invited you to his open practice. Your relationship was like open practice actually, you practiced being the best girlfriend and he liked being open, for everyone.

Texas was huge, they were right when they said everything’s bigger in Texas. Including egos, you realized when you received a text from Brevin minutes after tagging Houston in your story.

From: No Air Jordan 🏈

Hey baby, heard you were in my city😁 Swing by tmr’s practice and watch me cook then I’ll show ya around 😉

You honestly thought he must’ve taken too many shots to the head, your breakup consisted of a few long texts and pure ignorance so you assumed he got the idea. Yet here you are sitting in the bleachers of the Houston stadium. You wandered around for a total of 15 minutes searching for somewhere to sit. Brevin only sent the one text so you had no idea where to go or where he even was. You almost left and forgot about him but a player in a #7 jersey stopped you.

“Excuse me, are you okay?” Damn dreads, pretty eyes and perfect ass lips.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was invited by someone on the team, but he’s not replying to me. So I was just gonna go.” You replied sheepishly.

“That’s cool, but if you want you could come over to my section. We’ll be done in about an hour and the view’s better over here.” He smiled.

He was cute, smooth and nothing like B, exactly your type. “Yea, I think I’d like that..”

“Oh sorry, I’m CJ. Quarterback.” Team leader = good communication. Noted.

“Y/n.” A whistle went off and grabbed CJ’s attention. “I guess that means ‘back to work.”

“Yea, we’ll talk after practice.” He flashed his award-winning smile once more then jogged back to center field. I’m definitely staying.

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Watching CJ- the Texans practice was actually pretty fun, you never could pay attention during their real games because of the boisterous crowd, but here on the secluded practice field you could actually focus on the players and didn’t have large men yelling in your ears.

Truth be told CJ looked electric out there. Everything he did lit up the light crowd, which makes sense with all his clean complete passes. His offense was ten times better than their defense, which sucks when it comes to game time, but what can you do?

Every once in a while he’d look back at our section and smile, just for a moment you let yourself believe it’s you he’s looking at.

Unbeknownst to you and Stroud, Brevin also noticed how he was looking in your direction. His face would tense up and for each play he’d ignore all instructions and go after the quarterback. Since he was on defense it wasn’t that long of a stretch between his duties and his actions, but he got pancaked after every attempt.

By the time practice was over, your ex was even more angered than before thanks to the amount of bruises he accumulated over the last two hours. Then he saw you and CJ talking, suddenly all his anger was justified.

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“I really enjoy talking to you Y/n. Is there any way I can persuade you into joining me in getting a bite to eat?” You lightly bit your bottom lip, the corners curling upwards at his question.

“I would love that-

“I hope you know she hates barbecue, and she don’t do relationships especially with athletes.” The voice of your emotionally incompetent egomaniac ex boyfriend interrupts you from afar.

Rolling your eyes you decide to pay him no mind and just turn back to the nice guy in front of you. “As I was saying, lunch sounds great.”

Then Brevin inserts himself again, now only the field barricade separates you. “You should know who you’re getting involved with CJ, they call her Jennifer because she’s a maneater.” He wears a mischievous grin and defensive stance.

You scoff, “a maneater who’s only here because my loser ex boyfriend slid in my DMs the second I got to Texas. A maneater that was thinking about maybe hearing you out after our relationship went wrong. Even better, a maneater that was nothing but faithful to your misogynistic womanizer ass.”

“If I’m such a misogynistic womanizer why did you come?” He smirks thinking he finally got one over you.

“I heard your quarterback was way bigger than you, so I had to come check that out.” He flared his nostrils, and stormed off the field, but not before spiking his helmet.

“Jordan you’re getting fined for that!”

CJ chuckles to himself, impressed at the way you handled him. “Did you mean it?” He smirked.

You lean over the barricade and breathily whisper in his ear. “Every word.”

Then pull back to watch his face as he sucks his plump bottom lip into his mouth.

“Let’s get outta here.”

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Walking out of NRG Park felt odd. Not because of unsatisfying BJ, but because it was the first time you’ve walked out of a football stadium and enjoyed the outcome of events.

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A/N: this sat in my drafts for too long, but I’m overcoming my posting anxiety and letting it see the light. Also I hit 100 followers🤭 tysm babes.

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[burrowbaddie]

Me & You

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: Childhood friends to lovers to nothing. You and Joe had history, you were each others first and then you were nothing. Years later, you guys rekindle the flame but with more obstacles in the way this time.

Chapter 1 Summary: You try to figure out how you and Joe got yourselves into this current state.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Afab!reader, smut, swearing. Oral (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cheating! (You are the side girl, sorry.)

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A/N: Hello! Omg I don’t know anything about football or the NFL! I saw Joe last season and I just had to join in this x reader tags! So be nice to me! I’ve been sitting on this fic forever! I was so nervous to post. This is all fictitious so pls be nice to me! 😭

You're standing listening to the crowd cheering on the Bengals. Your best friend, Mya, is drunk and screaming at the top of her lungs. You grab her arm to calm her down.

"Listen, I don't know how you scored these tickets, but I am going to soak up everything in this moment. Joe, let's get it done!" Mya screams near your ear. The name causes your head to snap in his direction. Joe's attention is on something the coach is saying to him. You sit down in your seat, feeling smaller than usual.

"So, who are you fucking for these seats?" Mya asks, sitting down next to you as a timeout is called.

"No one. My dad got lucky." You reply, laying your head on her shoulder. That was obviously a total lie. It was a lie you would have to keep because you knew precisely where you would end up after this game. In the same hotel, you've been meeting the Bengals QB for the last few months.

After dropping Mya home, you made your way to the hotel, walking straight to the room without checking in. A little after midnight, the front door opens, and the blue-eyed man makes his way over to you. You hand him a glass of water, but he opts for a kiss. You have to stand on your tippy toes to get more access to his mouth. Joe drops his bag on the floor and scoops you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you toward the bedroom. Joe tosses you down on the bed, and you giggle, watching him strip. The only thing you have on is a t-shirt, so it's easy for Joe to rip it off and leave you bare. Joe kisses from your ankle, slowly making his way up to your thigh, where he stops to suck on it. With your legs perched on his shoulders, Joe hovers his mouth over your drooling cunt. A starved moan erupts from his mouth as your juices hit his tongue. His rough hands tighten around your thigh as he buries his face into his meal, sucking and slurping on your clit.

Joe is a messy eater when it comes to you; your juices trickle down his chin as he devours your pussy. He can't even think straight because his mind has only one goal; making you cum. You clench around his fingers as he slides in two. Your eyes are barely open, but you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a look at the man between your legs. Joe's blue eyes were now dark and staring directly at you. It sends shivers down your body, and you plop down with an exaggerated moan. Joe flattens his tongue against your clit while thrusting two fingers into you. You close your eyes, feeling your orgasm come crashing down. Joe slurps obnoxiously loud and can't help but add to the sounds with his whines. He drinks every drop you release into his mouth. Joe sits back on his knees, face soaked, grinning down at your shaking body.

Joe moves back between your legs, this time slapping the head of his cock on your clit. He slowly pushes the tip into your sensitive pussy. Joe lets out a long groan as he slowly pushes in. But he doesn't get entirely into you because his phone rings. He rolls his eyes and pulls out, going to look for his phone. You pull the blankets over your body because you know the ringtone. It was Nicole, his long-time girlfriend. You bite your lip, watching him take the call to the bathroom. Joe returns with a look of sadness.

"I have to go."

You only nod your head. He kisses your lips, and then you head after getting dressed. And with a heavy heart, you watch him leave. You don't cry anymore, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. Dragging yourself out of bed, you decided to run a bath and drink some wine. This expensive room won't go to complete waste. Once the tub is filled with bubbles, you slide your body in and lean back, closing your eyes. How did you get here with Joe?

"Joey!" You scream as the blonde spins you around in his arms. He has just finished practice, and you promised him a burger from Steak N Shake.

"I'm starving!" Joe wipes his sweaty forehead on your dry one. You scrunch up your face and push him away. Joe laughs and takes your hand as you lead him to your car. He threw his things in the backseat while you hopped in the front and started the vehicle. Taylor Swift's We Are Never Getting Back Together started blasting on the radio. You can't help but giggle while listening to Joe sing along. When you guys arrive at the restaurant, you take your usual spot. Two burgers and a shared milkshake later, you guys make your way to Joe's house. You lay down on the bed, waiting for Joe to finish showering. Laying there, you let your mind drift to thoughts about your upcoming AP Chemistry test. Joe interrupts your thoughts as he throws his wet towel on you after drying his hair.

"Your blonde hair is insane. You look so funny."

"Funny meaning hot!" He shouts, jumping on the bed next to you. You roll your eyes and smack him with a pillow. Joe lays back and pulls you down to his chest.

"We're going to be seniors next year. Time flies. We're getting old, Cheeks." Joe mumbled while rubbing your back. You smile at the childhood nickname. He's been calling you "Cheeks" since 6th grade because your cheeks were swollen from an allergic reaction the first time you met.

"I can't wait for college. Freedom!" You rub his chest and bite your lip.

"Do you want to have sex?" Joe whispers, causing you to crack a sly smile. You roll over and on his lap. Since losing your virginity to your best friend over the summer, the both of you have become a little more attached at the hip. It's not like you guys were dating. It's never been brought up between you two. Everyone in school assumes that you guys are dating, and it's not like either of you has denied or confirmed it; it's just assumed. That is how you guys kept things until senior year rolled around, and your feelings for your best friend weren't just laughs and giggles; it was butterflies in your tummy at every smile he gave you. It was the jealous feeling bubbling in Joe's stomach every time a guy got a laugh out of you. But both of you were too wrapped up in school and Joe with Football to move on from friendship status. So when freshman year rolled around, you had your first boyfriend; it lasted six weeks. It was a complete jerk-off and constantly pressured you to do things you didn't want to do. Joe stepped in and got you out of that situation.

Joe tucked his hands into his sweatpants as he walked you back to your dorm. Both of you had things you wanted to say but kept silent.

"The guys are playing well."

"Yeah, but I'm not starting. Shit is wack. I'm busting my ass just as much."

"I'm sure the coach sees that too." You stop in front of your dorm door and look up at your best friend.

"Umm, thank you for helping me end things with Matt. I was so wrapped up with having a boyfriend I just completely lost myself for a second."

"It's all good. I'm glad you're okay. I could've killed that guy, honestly." Joe rocks back on his heels, looking at you. You quickly become hypnotized by those baby blue eyes.

"I'm in love with you," Joe whispers. You swallow and hold your breath all at once. It's the confession that blows you away. You never thought Joe would utter it first.

"I'm in love with you too." You smile, nodding your head. Joe leans in to kiss you, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Fucking finally!" Quinn, your best friend, screams, swinging the door open. You hide your face in Joe's chest as your friends laugh. Quinn and Francis clap and pull you guys into the dorm.

"It took fucking forever for you guys to say it. Like everyone knew! Everyone knew!" Fran shouts, hugging you. You giggle and look over at Joe, who is wearing the same smile. He holds out his hand, and you two disappear to your bedroom. It takes a while for your heart to calm down from the confession. Even after kissing and laying in bed, your heart skipped a beat thinking about being official with Joe.

"How long have you been in love with me?" You ask shyly, listening to his heartbeat.

"Since 6th grade."

"Joe." You slap his chest playfully and sit up. Joe sits up on his elbow, staring at you with a puzzled look.

"Cheeks. I'm serious. It took me a long time to examine my feelings, but looking back now, I've been in love with you since I first laid my eyes on your blown-up allergy face."

"Burrow, you're something else." You move onto his lap and kiss his face.

Your relationship surprised no one, not even his parents. His mother knew her son was head over heels for his best friend. So, nothing made a drastic change between the two of you. Sure, you spent more time together, went out on actual dates, and had mind-blowing sex whenever you wanted. By the second year, your families were sure it was time to get married. But things between you and Joe weren't always picture-perfect. Joe was busy with football and studies, and you had your head way in the books to graduate earlier and attend med school. The time you used to spend together soon reached a point where it would be a week before you saw each other in person.

"I really need you to be at the capstone presentation. You know I don't do well with public speaking. I've researched all for the last three years. All my hard comes down to this. If I do well on this presentation, I will have the chance to complete a summer internship at-"

"Cheeks. I will be there. I promise." Joe kisses your head to reassure you. You hug him tight and believe his words. But for the first time, Joe breaks his promise. He not only misses your presentation completely, but he doesn't call you that night either. The next day he shows up at your apartment wearing his 1 million dollar grin.

"I have the best news-"

"Where were you last night?"

"That's what I'm going to tell you! I have the chance to play down at LSU. Last night I had dinner with-"

"I had my capstone." You whisper, cutting him off. Joe wipes the smile off his face.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry. I am. You did great, right?"

"I fainted. I stepped on stage and saw how many people were present and fainted."

"Baby, I'm sorry. I really am, but this is a big opportunity for me too. I-"

"You couldn't reschedule? This was the chance of a lifetime for me! This whole relationship, I have been behind you no matter what! And the one time I needed you, you flaked!"

"I'm always there for you! Are you kidding me right now!" Joe shouts, following you toward your bedroom. You decided that if this was going to be a screaming match, you guys should at least take it to the bedroom in case your roommates came.

"When? Name a time we've done anything I want. Your fucking selfish!" You scream, trying to close the door in his face. Joe closes the door behind him and begins pacing the floor. You feel like you're giving more in this relationship than him. This wasn't your first argument, but things started to build up over time, and this was bound to happen.

"I do whatever you want. I practically follow you around like a lost puppy! You have my whole heart. What else do you want?"

"I don't, Joe. You and I both know that. When it comes down to it…. football will always come before me. The countless dates you missed because practice ran late. The time you stood me up for some stupid football social."

"You- you said you didn't go."

"I went to the restaurant. I sat there for two hours. I didn't tell you that because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I didn't want to make you feel bad."

Joe closes his mouth because you're right. Football was his main focus. He had dreams just like you had dreams. When it came to you or football, Joe was chasing his dream.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was hurting you."

"Joseph, don't do that. You working hard towards your goals shouldn't be a bad thing. But maybe it's not the right time for us."

"Cheeks, I want you. I want you, and I want to make the first string. I want to be in the NFL."

"I know. I'm sure your coach-"

"I'm going to use the rest of my eligibility at LSU. That's where I was last night."

"You're moving to Louisiana? Joe, you didn't even ask me. What about me? We had plans once we graduated. The apartments we looked at."

"I'm sorry. I have to take this opportunity. Baby, I feel that this is the right decision. We can move down to Louisiana and-"

You shake your head, sitting down on the bed. Your heart and mind can't wrap your head around any of this. There was no way you could win. Joe made his decision and included you without your input. Before you can speak again, Joe's phone starts ringing. He answers it without hesitation, and you take a deep breath letting the conversation sink in. When Joe is finished, he kisses your head, letting you know he has to go. The argument isn't resolved, but neither of you brings it up again.

The week before Joe is set to leave is the day you make your decision.

"What do you mean?" The hurt in Joe's voice breaks your heart.

"Joseph, I can't pick up my life and follow you to another state. My life is up here. My family is up here."

"I'm your family too. We made plans and-"

"Plans you disregarded when you chose to play for LSU." You cut him off, sitting next to him on the bed. Joe rubs his eyes and places his head in his hands.

"I want you to follow your dreams. I know you can make it to the NFL. I know you will do amazing at LSU. I don't want to make you choose between me or your dream. So, I'm taking myself out of the equation." You whisper, grabbing his hand. There are tears in your eyes that match his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I should've talked to you about all of this, but I saw my chance and took it."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I want this for you too."

The room remains silent as you guys ponder the next steps. Joe leans in and kisses your lips. Without another word, he leaves. And your friendship with Joe continued, but as his time at LSU began and your internship began, you guys fell out of touch. You got busy with medical school and him with football. And before you know it, Joe is a thing of the past.

That is until you guys meet again by chance. Joe showed up at the Cincinnati Children's Hospital one day for a charity meeting and ran into you. You freeze as the director continues his conversation with Joe and his parents. Robin, Joe's mother, waved you over. She pulls you into a big hug.

"How long has it been? Joe! Doesn't she look amazing?"

Joe can't even find words to speak. His tongue feels like it's stuck in peanut butter. His heart is skipping through loops.

"Ahh. She is one of our brilliant residents. We are happy to have her on staff. Bright future for this one." He says, hugging you. But your eyes can't leave Joe's, not until his mother pulls you into a warm embrace again. His parents leave you two to catch up while they finish something with the director.

"How have you been?" Those words leave both of your mouths. Joe chuckles and waits for you to answer.

"I've been okay. You?"

"Umm, great."

"I see that QB." You smile, slapping his arm playfully. Joe scratches the back of his neck. He's nervous. You can read him like a book, just like he can read you.

"Are you free tonight? My family is throwing this thing for some of my teammates and-"

"I don't want to intrude."

"Stop. We haven't seen each other in years, and I want to catch up."

"I get off at 9. Is that too late?"

He shakes his head, and you exchange numbers before returning to your rounds. The rest of the shift, the anticipation of seeing your first love again drives you insane. You can hardly keep your head clear. And when you finally clock out shower, and dress, your heart is damn near beating out of your chest. With a knock on the door, your heart is ready to leap out of your chest.

"I'm happy you came!" Robin pulls you inside, and you follow her toward Joe. Joe introduces you to some teammates.

"I can see why you called her Cheeks." Ja'Marr laughs, looking at you up and down. You can't help but shyly look away. Joe playfully pushes him away.

"That's not why I call her that. In 6th grade-"

"Joey, stop!" You whine. Joe pulls you into a hug. And the two of you stay there in your world. The cologne he is wearings sends your head into a dizzy spell. You missed him.

"Babe! Who's this?" A girl interrupts your reunion. You pull away, waiting for the introduction, but you know her already. She is on TV every day as the local News anchor. You blank out.

"And this is my girlfriend, Nicole." Joe finishes the introduction when you finally come back to life.

"Nice meeting you. So, you're the heartbreaker?"

"Nicki, we should see if your sister needs help." Joe pulls her away. You stand there wondering what Joe has told people about you. Ja'Marr throws his arm around your shoulder.

"Like glue. She sticks to him like glue."

You are saved by Robin pulling you into the backyard near the firepit. Your eyes stare into the dancing flame as around one around you mingles. When Joe plops down next to you, you turn toward him with a smile. Joe swears a similar smile; you guys get lost in your world just like before. It takes everything in Joe not to lean over, kiss, hold, or touch you. But your picture-perfect world is shattered once his girlfriend returns to his side. You look away back at the flames. When the guest starts leaving, you decide to make your exit, but Joe persuades you to stay later and catch up. And here you two are, awkwardly standing in his childhood bedroom, waiting for the other to speak up.

"I didn't think we would see each other again," Joe speaks first. You only respond with a head nod. You thought the same thing would happen as well. It was your fault for losing communication, but it's not like Joe made an effort after the fallout.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Joe asks. You shake your head. You can't find the words to speak. Joe reaches out and cups your face; you don't pull away. Instead, you lean into his touch.

"Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?"

"Yes." You reply, finally finding your voice. And Joe kisses you, tender and sweetly. Just like he did the first and last time you two shared a kiss. You don't pull away or flinch. You kiss Joe back with all the same amount of love.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispers in between kisses. You finally come to and pull away.

"Joe, you have a girlfriend now. We can't do this. I should go." You say, grabbing your bag and turning to leave, but Joe grabs your arm.

"I shouldn't have done that; you're right. But can we talk, please? There's so much I want to say to you."

"I think it would be better if we didn't do this."

"Why? When would be the right time to do this? You stopped contacting me. You went on and left me behind like I meant nothing."

"Joey, communication is a two-way street. In the last year of our relationship, I held things together! Hold us together! You made your choice to go to LSU."

"You said it was okay! And now you're going to throw it back in my face. It broke my heart that you didn't support me-"

"I always supported you! I have been your supporter since day one, which is why I had to let you go. Because I knew how much you loved me, and if I made you stay, you would have resented me." Your voice breaks as the tears start to flow. Joe shakes his head. No. There is no way he would ever resent you.

"Why didn't you come to Louisiana?"

"That wasn't the right path for me. You made that choice for yourself, not with my intention. I had an internship lined up, which helped rocket me into my residency. What did I have in Louisiana besides you?"

"We don't know because you didn't choose me."

"Joe," You chuckle and roll your eyes.

"I chose you the moment I let you go. Why can't you see things from my point of view?"

"And when you started blowing me off?"

"I blew you off? Oh God, Joey, do you hear yourself?"

"You stopped taking my calls and my texts. That wasn't you blowing me off? Did you meet someone else? Is that what it was? Was there someone else the whole time? Quinn told me you met someone else."

"I was depressed. I struggled after you left. I couldn't fathom the fact that we were done. I blamed myself, and I just-I had a hard time, and I was embarrassed that it was all my fault." You cry, letting the tears fall. Joe wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

"It's not your fault. It's no one's fault, Cheeks."

You sniffle and rub your nose on his shirt, causing him to chuckle.

"I want my best friend back." You whisper, staring up at him.

"Your best friend wants you back as well."

"As friends." You say the last part extremely low. Joe slowly nods his head. After that night, you slowly start working on your friendship again. But your feelings for each other couldn't die out. That's how you ended up in his hotel room in NY after a losing game to the Jets.

"Joey," You moan as he holds your legs on his shoulders. Joe continues to make out with your cunt as your vision blurs, and you cum all over his face. He slurps and drips every last bit. You lay there breathing heavily, trying to come down from your high. Joe sits up and licks his lips. he leans down and kisses you allowing you to taste yourself while he slides into you. Joe grunts feeling your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer. Each thrust you feel sends you into space. You are hot and sweaty, and your head is clouded with reaching another orgasm. Joe's cock pounds away at your softness, sending you and him spiraling.

"Feels so good." You cry out, biting down on his shoulder. Joe frantically starts snapping his hips as he closes in on his second orgasm of the night. You release your legs from his waist so that he can move more, but you slowly start inching away, which only drives Joe to pull you back down and hold your hips pressed down to the bed. Your legs began to shake because Joe found your sweet spot and made you see starts again; the spot would have you creaming on his dick in a few more strokes.

"Don't run away, Cheeks. You wanted this remember? Let me have it. All of it." Joe stares down, watching his cock go in and out of you.

"Joey," You're crying. Crying tears of pure bliss.

"Yeah? Let me feel it, baby. Go ahead and cum." Joe's eyes light up as you reach another orgasm, and he follows after groaning and throwing his head back. You lay there again, trying to come down while Joe lets out a long sigh. You aren't sure what time it is, but you two have been at it since after dinner. A nice hot bath would be amazing right now for both of you. But of course, Joe and his superman stamina pull you up on his lap.

"Joe, break, please. Water." You try to get out the words, but Joe is already bouncing you up and down on his cock. You can't believe he is hard again. You wrap your arms around his neck and let him use you like a fleshlight.

"If you want water, you have to earn it, Cheeks." Joe moans, biting on your earlobe. You pout, giving him puppy eyes. Joe chuckles, burying his face in your neck.

"Just a little rest." You whisper. Joe pulls you up and off, laying your love-bitten body down. He stares down at you, stroking his dick. You can't help but bite your lip. Joe cums all over your stomach with a long sigh. You lay there watching the white liquid melt all over your midsection.

"Bath?" He asks you with a cheeky grin. You can only nod your head. When Joe came back with water, you were drifting to sleep. He kisses your head and tells you the bath is ready. You guys get in the massive tub, your back against his chest. Joe holds your hand, kissing the back of it.

"When are you breaking up with her?"

"I plan to end things next week. Her mother was pretty sick from covid so-"

"I get it." You stay quiet, staring at the bubbles. Joe can tell that you're mind is racing. He kisses your neck and promises things will work out. But things never work out for the two of you. Which is how you find yourself in the present day, only in a Cincinnati hotel room full of cum and regret while Joe is off to console his girlfriend.

Joe calls you the next day to apologize. You forgive him because what else can you do? The boy isn't yours; you're a sidepiece, his fun on the side. And it's weeks before you can see him again.

"Okay, so I narrowed it down to who is single on the Bengals and how you scored those tickets!" Mya shouts, pushing your office door open. You lean back in your chair, waiting for her to go on. She starts listing players, and to be completely honest, you don't know that many people from the Bengals besides the few Joe introduced you to a few times.

"Yeah, I'm not dating any of those guys."

"Coaches, maybe?"

"No. Let it go. I am completely single."

"Omg! Are you a side piece?"

You're stunned but quickly recover and shake your head.

"I'm talking to someone. I could never be someone's side piece." You laugh and watch your phone light up. It's a text from Joe asking to see you tonight. You turn your phone over and sigh. Mya turns on the tv just as the morning news starts.

"Joe's girlfriend is so fucking beautiful. I literally watch the news to watch her. How lucky are they? He's so fucking hot! She's so fucking hot! Think about their babies! Gorgeous." Mya lays on the couch watching tv. You take the remote and turn off the TV.

"I have to do rounds, so let's get going." You stand up, and she follows you out the door. Your shift ends at 11, and Joe asks to see you before practice. You guys meet up at your house for the first time. Joe scoops you up and kisses you all over your face.

"Joseph! Put me down." You squeal. He laughs and sets you on your feet. Joe bends down and smiles at the orange cat purring at his feet.

"Peaches is still hanging in there, huh?" He asks, picking up the cat. Joe brought you a kitten for Valentine's Day during freshman year of high school.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving? My dad has been asking to have you over, and you know how obsessed he is with you-"

"I'll come. Of course." He kisses your forehead and makes his way to the living room. YOu guys lay around watching old movies, stealing kisses, and enjoying the company and comfort. Joe leaves a little after 3. You decide to check your mail. Bills. Bills. Bills. A manila envelope with no address stops you in your tracks. You open it, and inside, you find photos of you and Joe. Photos of you two leaving the same hotel. Your hotel. Pictures of you kissings in his car. You look around, trying to spot anyone who looks suspicious. Someone was watching you and Joe.

[kaiasky]

when my dad and gmom were introducing me to watching football (was not allowed to play) they explained yknow, ok it's not just a game about shoving people, it's strategy, it's like a scale model of a war, except you don't want to hurt people.

and i was like okay, interesting it's a strategy game, I am at this time playing a lot of flash strategy games and risk and maybe by this point the Total War games

and i come back the next day with like. ok i think its stupid that the offensive line starts there. they should start 30 yards downfield and get a running start and just smash through the defenders in a wedge formation like a cavalry charge. and the center snaps the ball right before they collide.

now it turns out that this is, for about 30 different reasons, extremely illegal. but as I recall it was explained to me that you had to have the linemen stay still and im like aw ok.

so i go back to the drawing board and I'm like alright why don't they just have all the backs line up behind the center and just shove. it's 5v1 the defender doesn't stand a chance. and i think the reply i got was that's very sweet but i think people would just wrap around and tackle the quarterback.

and now the real answer is that pushing the runner wasn't allowed until recently, and the eagles were the first ones to realize and they very nearly won a superbowl off of it

and then i go back to the drawing board and i go alright look why are we going around the line. we should go over them. just... have some teammates boost you and jump over the offensive line and tackle their stupid QB. "idk kaia i think that's one of those things that seems good but once the opponent knows about it, it won't work"

and now while that doesn't work. having your teammates push the long-snapper's head down and leaping over them to block a field goal is absolutely allowed and happens semi-regularly now

anyways. other ideas i remember having that haven't yet panned out, but give it 10 years:

2 people running the same football. that way if only one safety catches up to them they only get to tackle one person

the onside kick is so imba like i understand that it's not but ??? "hello i just scored a touchdown. i would like to have the ball again please at my 45 yard line. and if i fail the only downside is that the other team starts 30 yards closer." how are you not taking that deal at least 20% of the time?? (i am aware abt the new kickoff changes)

literally just throw laterals. when i first saw a lateral i was like THATS ILLEGAL but nope apparently they just haven't figured out it's good yet

[makiwife]

joe burrow on obx??!!

Joe Burrow x Reader Instagram au

authors notes: face claim is Madelyn Cline. these are so fun to make lol. ooc?? all pics are from Madelyn Clines Instagram. joes pics are from his Instagram. enjoy!!

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[247-diaperboy]

QB’s Humiliating Secret part 2

The note that sat on my desk was a simple yet menacing threat: I was to stay away from Frat Row and never talk to the girl from that night, or else pictures of me in diapers would be plastered all over campus and the internet. The author concluded with a twisted compliment, stating that I had been a “good baby” for him during the six hours I was with him. It was signed with a capital “R.”

It had been about a month and a half since my abduction, and after reading that letter, things had only become more complicated.

The good news was that I finally managed to remove the cage after a day or so. Freedom felt nice, and I reveled in the sensation of it hanging low again. Football season was going great. However, ever since that night, I had become hesitant to go out. I hadn’t gone drinking or attended any parties; I guess you could say I was a bit worried it might happen to me again. So, while my social life had dwindled, I had developed an impressive eight-pack. It was time to show it off, but the only one who had admired it was my roommate, Robby.

After the incident, I had apologized to Robby, and we had returned to our normal routine within a couple of days. “You don’t need to hang your jock on the doorknob anymore,” I told him.

Robby chuckled, leaning against his bed. “Man, I appreciate that. It’s nice to know we’re both comfortable enough to just live our lives. Besides, it’s not like you’re going to get any action anytime soon.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “I think I’ve turned into a hermit since that night.”

While I had chosen celibacy and sobriety, Robby had not. He had brought home a new guy almost every night for the past month. I hadn’t seen him with a girl since the first couple of weeks of school.

This left me wondering if he might actually be gay and just uncomfortable admitting it to me. Honestly, I didn’t care if he was. I had gay friend in high school, and he was just one of the guys. While I didn’t mind him hooking up with dudes while I was in bed, it had started to feel strange lately. One night, he was with this little guy—couldn’t have weighed more than 130 pounds soaking wet—and while he was balls deep, he kept glancing over at my bed in the dark room.

I decided to ask him. “Hey, Robby, you ever think about, you know, what this all means? Like, are you really just into guys?”

He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “Honestly? I don’t know. I just like who I like. And if you ever want a live demonstration, I’m sure I could arrange something.”

“Hard pass,” I shot back, but I couldn’t help laughing.

The following night, I heard him calling my name while he was with another guy.

“Brody!” he shouted, muffled through the wall. “You should come join us!”

“Yeah, right!” I called back. “No way in hell!”

I found it flattering that he thought I was attractive, but I was the straightest guy I knew. Still, I would be the first to admit he had a nice cock. It had to be at least nine inches long and thick, almost as big as mine. The guys who left in the morning often walked with pronounced limps.

Even though I didn’t consider myself gay, I could see why someone would find Robby appealing. He had a body to die for and a great personality to match. Yet, I couldn’t shake the thought—was it normal for me to feel a bit intrigued? I mean, it’s human nature to get excited when seeing anyone get it on, right? There were nights when he would be pounding away at some guy, and when he flipped them over, he’d cum all over their faces, making them lick every drop. Anyone could find that a little hot…

If my thoughts about Robby weren’t bad enough, I began having bizarre dreams. In them, I found myself wearing oversized diapers, unable to talk, trapped in a crib like the one I had been in weeks ago. I would cry in my crib until Robby would approach. He would hand me a bottle, and I would guzzle it down before unloading in the diaper. Afterward, he would change me and whisper encouraging words into my ear, like “Good job” or “You’re such a good boy.”

Then, I’d wake up and occasionally find I had wet my pants a little. My bed was never soaked through, but it was definitely damp.

With all of that in mind, I need to recount what happened last night. I finally decided to go out with friends and Robby. We hit a bar that served underage athletes, and we all got a little wild.

“Are you ready for this?” Robby asked, clapping me on the back as we stepped inside.

“Let’s do it!” I replied, adrenaline surging through me. Surprisingly, it took me longer to get drunk, and I didn’t experience the weird feelings I had at the frat party. After a stop at Taco Bell, we continued partying in the dorm—just four guys: Robby, his friend Jake, my buddy Rod who played tight end on the football team, and me. We partied hard until about 4 a.m., and I crashed on the futon beneath my lofted bed; there was no way I could climb the ladder last night.

What happened when I woke up was terrifying.

I found myself in Robby’s bed, wearing the shorts and T-shirt I hadn’t been in the night before. He was nowhere in sight, but I felt something unusual under my shorts—was I wearing a diaper? Anger and confusion coursed through me. But at the same time, there was something unsettlingly right about it. Since no one was around, I figured I could explore. I began stroking myself through the diaper, thinking I could stop if Robby came back.

“Brody!” I heard Robby’s voice call from the hallway. “Dude, I’m back! You okay in there?”

My heart raced as I continued, unable to stop myself.

I probably jacked off for a good fifteen minutes, getting closer to the edge with each stroke. Just as I was about to climax, I heard the key turn in the door. Panic shot through me, but I couldn’t stop; I was so close.

“Brody, are you in the bathroom?” Robby called again, his voice getting closer.

Then it happened—I came hard, one of the most intense orgasms of my life, filling the diaper completely. When I finally came to my senses, I saw Robby standing at the door, his jaw dropped in shock.

“Whoa! What the hell, Brody?” he exclaimed, clearly taken aback.

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, he finally spoke. “Dude, you pissed yourself on the futon. The room and your clothes started to smell like urine, so I bought a pack of Depends from the drugstore. I figured if you got drunk again, this might save us both from some embarrassment.”

Robby paused, his expression shifting from shock to concern. “But I’m more shocked that it looked like you enjoyed playing in diapers.”

I didn’t know how to respond. My face burned with embarrassment.

“Look, man,” he said, stepping into the room. “It’s okay if you’re into it. Everyone has their kinks.”

“I’m not into it!” I protested, my voice rising. “This is… this is messed up!”

Then he broke the ice, a playful grin creeping across his face. “Honestly, it was kinda hot watching you jack off in the diaper,” he admitted, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ve always wanted to try diaper play.”

My heart raced. “What? You’re joking, right?”

“Not at all,” he replied, leaning against the wall, looking surprisingly casual about the whole situation. “I mean, I always thought it was a little taboo, but now that I’ve seen it…”

I was at a loss for words, tears prickling my eyes. “This can’t be happening.”

He stepped closer, a serious look replacing his playful demeanor. “Brody, if you want to talk about it, I’m here. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. “I can’t explain why this is happening. I’ve never had these dreams or urges before.”

“But if you like it, that’s okay,” Robby reassured me, his voice softening. “I’m not here to judge you. I promise I won’t tell anyone. And if you want to wear diapers in our room, it can be our little secret.”

“I appreciate that, but I really don’t think it’s necessary,” I stammered. “If I just stop drinking, I’m sure the urges will go away, and I’ll be back to my normal self.”

Robby nodded slowly. “I get it. Just know that I’m here for you, man. No matter what.”

While I liked being the ladies’ man, the cocky jock, I had to admit:

there was something about the feel of a diaper between my legs that was oddly pleasurable.

“Thanks, Robby,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Take your time,” he replied, his expression earnest. “You don’t have to rush anything. Just remember, you’re not alone in this. I’ve got your back.”

Man, my life is so messed up right now… Who am I, really?!

[verses-n-moon]

When QB said “tu toh na mila, yunhi chal diya. Leke mera dil jane tu kahan.” and Kavish replied with “jaunga kahan, main tou hun yahan. Tere dil ki ahaton main hun.” I tell you there’s NOT a single more tragically beautiful exchange of lyrics that exists. None.

[queenbirbs]

Popping in with another #Chenford Chat! We know The Rookie likes to throw in little winks or callbacks to previous episodes. What do you most hope to see a parallel to at some point?? 👀

Oooh I really really want a parallel to the virus scene in 1x20, but with the positions switched. Just imagine the angst, especially in the current Chenford era.

[hourcat]

what do you think of burrow chase dynamic? they’re interesting….. remember when joe wore ja’marr’s LSU championship jersey? that’s insane

i think that, as always, the relationship between a quarterback and his wide receiver is built on carnal desire that stems from their natural chemistry, and joe'marr are absolutely no different. those men have explored each other's bodies in the name of perfecting their on-field product i know it in my heart.

[puckpocketed]

as promised here is my follow up ask on PLD and the caps!! (this time...as a doctor 😎)

first of all thank you so much for the detailed response you gave my first ask. it confirmed a lot of suspicions i had about his supposed character issues and his usage in LA. obviously he's not a perfect player (few are) (except nicklas backstrom, my beloved), but seems like there's a disconnect between the way the media/fan narrative paints him and what's actually happening on the ice and in the locker room.

second of all!! just some kinda ramble-y thoughts based on some of the things you said in the first ask. this is not organized well and i'm sorry (but hopefully it's helpful info to you as you come over to caps land for a bit this season)

(1) Takings Shifts Off. totally agree with you that pld is and always will be viewed through the lens of The Shift. there are definitely players that regularly take shifts off and don't get dogpiled for it, esp. during the regular season (...see Ovechkin, Alex...especially in his old man era! gotta conserve energy). i am very curious to see if pld is like ovi in that he takes shifts off sometimes during the regular season but never the playoffs. from the little we've seen of pld in the playoffs my impression (esp when he played for CBJ) is that he elevates his game. i'm curious to see if he's really got that second gear...but caps gotta make the playoffs first.

(2) A Driver of One's Own. very interesting that in the answer to the last ask you said pld is not exactly the kind of player who drives his own line. this caught my eye bc it's a bit part of the problem w/ finding a center for ovi with backy gone...nowadays, O can't fully drive his own line anymore. he's just not fast enough, regularly (though he can turn it on in key moments). the legs just aren't there as much anymore, he can't really carry the puck in the way he used to, etc. BUT!!! he still has the best shot in the game (sorry auston), so absolutely ELITE triggerman. i'm wondering if pld could like...meet him halfway, i guess. like if TOGETHER they could drive the line. Hmmmm...

(3) Power Play!! everything you said about pld on the PP is promising. if he thrives most net front, then i genuinely think that position is there for the taking. i'm sure they'll try him in the old backstrom/kuznetsov QB spot on the right halfwall but there is a 0% chance our coach doesn't try a few things with the PP, including putting pld in different spots. i wouldn't be surprised if we started off having a weak PP that found its groove as the season went on.

(4) HCSC. our head coach is going to do literally everything in his power to make pld succeed. very communicative coach. last season he started out with an up-tempo system, and then switched to slower defense-first once he realized his personnel was just too slow/old to really pull all that off. with 1/3 of our roster now turned over and filled with players in their 20s, we're gonna see a VERY different capitals team from last year. i'm sure there will be growing pains but...they mystery is exciting, instead of terrifying, for once!!!

third of all!! just wanted to say thanks again for the detailed response to the third ask, and welcome to caps-land. it's a fun time over here. hope you're really looking forward to seeing what the hell our chaotic gremlins are going to do (as long as it makes penguins fans rage and cry, i am happy!!)!!! :)

okay this reply is getting crowded so ill just stick it all under the cut. here is a fun preview:

the media+fan narrative disconnect is SO real!!! i knowww with the amount of players the league has to cover, the sheer length of a regular season and all that happens during, plus the whole....society-wide erosion of journalism as a field... it can be hard for media to keep up, but it's been pretty startling to see their fallibility so... plainly? don't think i have the One Final Truth about Dubois but i think we're likely closer to it than anything the mainstream narratives are saying. i do get that their profits and clicks per/ are greatly increased via if they have a bent toward sensationalism... podcasters, youtube creators, people tweeting... they kinda have to operate like this because thats what the (gags) market and algorithm and audiences crave. does NOT mean i like it. ugh.

bleak reflections on journalism aside, im sitting here and gorging myself on this ask ouhhh thank uuu (for those playing along at home here are manifesto 1 and manifesto 2) and nodding along SO vigorously to all of these... we're having GALAXY brained discussions on here the likes of which spittin chiclets could never even dream of....................

(1) agreed agreed. he MUST be horse-bonded to his team i truly believe this with my whole heart (as in, he's gotta know his role + be comfy). otherwise, no other comment. I DID make that meme though because i was having a laff about Ovechkin conserving energy lkajsdkljajkl

(2) SUPER inchresting that you mention Ovi's lack of footspeed... i know a failhorse who can provide this 👀 we may be cooking something here... more than the sum of their parts kind of vibe?? Dubois has the youth and speed and muscle... he's just been hamstrung by quality of wingers.... and if as you say Ovi needs a hand carrying the puck; well.... 👀👀👀 don't want to put all my eggs in that basket though, I think it would be unfair of us to demand that of him... BUT if it works... oughhhhh i AM hopeful. SO hopeful.

(3) obsessed with this faith in your power play coaches (<- voice of a guy who watched ducks hockey) and their willingness to change things up is soooo nice to hear. NOT a fan of teams bashing their heads against a wall when their special teams clearly aren't working.

(4) and finally, I'm loving everything I hear about Spencer Carbery. i think Dubois has the allure of an wounded animal in the wild (a horse, even) or perhaps a moody teen girl with a hidden darkness in her heart <3 what im saying is, if he doesn't work it out now he's probably always gonna be one of those players every coach looks at and thinks "I could fix him". Carbs on record saying he could tame this wild creature??

link, archive link

hooting, hollering, etc.

Thank you for such a wonderful, warm welcome!! Everyone in caps land has been so lovely... the vibes.. the VIBES!!! peace and love for pens followers but i did in fact choose a side in your Foreverwar ... (my hockey girlbestie actually likes both teams which i find SO fun. the pens are my babygirl-in-laws!) anyway my heart does not divide.... it only swells.... much like the beaugtiful and noble salary of any 30 y/o RHD going into free agency <3 i have enjoyed chatting to caps fans like yourself immensely, and i look forward to hitting the trenches with everyone during regular season !!!

[callmearcturus]

@madamtrashbat replied to your post “Arc I have to know: what is your opinion on the...”:

Interesting! I don't watch football myself but it's ubiquitous so I'm always at least tangentially aware of what's happening, and I know that's the going conspiracy theory. I do wonder what underlying thing fuels this, because nobody ever questioned the Patriots being a dominant team, or the Packers. What is it about the Chiefs that people hate?

​UUUUUUUH BECAUSE WITH THE PATRIOTS WE KNEW WHY THEY WERE CHEATERS. like, the Patriots were caught multiple times spying on other teams' practices to learn their signals but more importantly they abused the salary cap

like the NFL salary cap means a team can only spend a certain amount of money on player salaries. this is meant to keep the league competitive because very very good players will net massive salaries, but paying that will require you to rein in spending on other players.

but Tom fucking Brady fucked the system by making deals with the Patriots to defer his pay over multiple years, so even after he left, the Patriots were still paying him. that allowed the Patriots to funnel money into the rest of the team while underpaying their multi-Super Bowl-winning quarterback (and by extension devaluing all QBs in the entire league)

the first thing I knew about football was that my team was Kansas City. the second thing I knew about football was Fuck The Patriots. the only reason people don't still hate the Patriots is bc Belichick (Brady's coach) and Brady have left, so the team is in rebuilding mode.

people accuse the chiefs of cheating because the Chiefs are trying to be the first team in history to three-peat (win the Super Bowl thrice in a row) and they have the greatest QB in the history of the sport.

to which I say: be the change you wanna see in the sport and try to stop us, babes. 😘

[keelt9]

Chapter 7

Masterlist

“You look…” Pam scanned my face before sitting on the chair. “Great?” She didn’t even sound convinced of her own words. 

It’s my first day in the office, finally my endless vacations are finished and I'm back to work full of energy. I see my meetings schedule for the week, a few with writers but most of them to put me at the day with my daily activities.

“What happened with the cute QB that came the other day?” I knew it, I scoff after sending to print a few things she came to pick.

After coming back from our trip Joe got a call the next day, he must leave right away, avoiding us forced moments of faking that our decision was easy to take. The remaining week I spent changing things in the apartment and even painting the wall where my photos are from a different color, the green mint color is already gone now I have a white wall, just keeping my mind busy.

I gave Pam the papers. “We’re just friends Pam.” She took them, maybe it’s the tone of my voice or the expression on my face that make her nod and don’t say anything else.

The phone of my office rings, interrupting us. “Stratton?” I replied; Claire needs me in her office. “Ok, thanks.” 

Pam is fighting to say something. “It’s ok Pam, we will always be friends.” Like she did months ago, I make her stand as we walk to the door. “Now, get out of here, the boss is looking for me.”

Claire is waiting, sitting reading a manuscript which she interrupts as I perk at her door.

“Y/N, please, come in and sit.” She has a wide open smile. “Do you remember that at the beginning of the year I had to present a book to the big bosses? You know, marketing things, covers of the editorial and all those stuffs”

I nod but I don’t get what this has to be with me. “Well, I suggest the book of Lucy.” 

Lucy is the author of the kids book I work on all my vacations, the strange drawing and the mysterious story.

“They love it.” 

Claire explained one of the many duties about coming out with the pick of the book is a tour for promoting and winning investors for new ones. Lucy already agreed, fascinated but with one condition, she wants I be with her all the time, in her words. <Y/N made to adjust and improve all my story without changing my essence.>

It’s 3 months of traveling around the country and 2 months in Europe and Asia. 

“It’s almost half of a year, I know, but I couldn’t agree more.” I’m perplexed, not even in my wildest dreams this comes to my mind. “Think about it, ok? But hey, it’s a good opportunity and you've been working hard for this.” 

“I’ll go.” I didn’t even think twice. “Count me in.” 

“OMG! Honey! This is great!” Mom pulled me for an asphyxiating hug. “I’m so proud of you.” 

After a long meeting with Lucy, Clare and all that will be involved, we decided to begin right away with the intention that by the time we conclude the tour it's the beginning of autumn, perfect occasion for kids who look for a book with that kind of illustration. 

We only have one week to set the things we need and start the tour in Osaka. I decided to go with Pete and my parents to give them the news in person. Archie said he will miss me but he asked me one single favor.

“Please bring a postcard from everywhere you’ll be.” He is standing next to Nora with a cute smile on his face.

When I was about to leave his home the next day, Archie hugged me tight and kissed my cheek. “Call every night aunt, I’ll be answering all the time.” 

“Take care of your parents all right?” Archie nods and my brother and Nora just chuckle with the resolute nod of their son.

At home my parents were jumping of happiness, it’s a big opportunity and all knew that, so they decided to improvise in a small dinner just the three of us and Leah. 

“I know you take care of yourself but could you give your old man the pleasure to hear those words?” Dad said, grabbing my hand across the table.

I giggle and grab his hand. “Dad, I’ll promise you I'll take care of myself.” Mom laughs. “Besides, I’ll bring Pam with me, I’m not going alone.”

“Find a good looking European boy.” Dad cleared his throat and sat straight holding my hand. “Don’t look at me like that Mr. Stratton, not for her, for me.” Leah took a bite of the cheesecake my mother made smiling.

Talking about boys, friends say goodbye, right?

“Bro, this is…” Chase opened the door, his sight at his back until he saw me. “I know you.” He has a side smile, thinking for a second. “Oh, I definitely know you.” I laugh at his eyes wide open. 

Joe appears at the door with a pink hoodie. “Who…?” A side to side smile on his face. “Hi.” Chase looks at us with a mischievous smirk, when Joe looks at him and understands his friend is still at the door and he is behind him and me.

Joe fakes a cough, but Chase doesn’t move. “Do you mind?” 

“Oh, yeah, sorry, sorry, I just…Can I give you a hug? It’s really a pleasure to meet you.” He slowly comes closer and gives a hug softly. 

“Ok, ok, this is more than enough.” Joe pat Chase back, making us laugh before he definitely goes inside the house. “Come in, please.” 

I shake my head. “You have an amazing garden, do you mind if we talk here?” 

“Am I in trouble?” I scoff as he closes the door and sits on the steps.

“I'm leaving.” I’m not picture Joe turning around so quickly to face me but he can’t even talk. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s just a couple of months.”

I explain everything to him, and he listens carefully. “So, I thought it would be nice to say goodbye.” My eyes were stuck on the flowers of his garden, until I turned around. “Are you even listening?”

Joe is so immersed typing something in his phone. “You speak too fast, could you repeat one more time after NYC?” 

“What?” Joe showed me his phone, and his calendar was marked with green dots.

“I miss some dates.” I cover my face, feeling shy. “You probably won’t come to the kick off, right?” 

“Joe.” I feel moved for all his attention. “You don’t have to do that.” I point to his phone but my mouth doesn't shut up after that. “I mean, it’s not like I won’t text you…” That came so fast.

“Great! I mean…” He scratched his chin after a high pitched voice. “A <Have a good game> It’s well received.” 

“I have to go.” I stand. “I still have to pack for leaving tomorrow.” 

“You’re welcome to come in, we are just preparing something for lunch.” He pointed to this house.

“Thanks but Leah’s parents invited me already.” He put his hand around my arm and pulled me to lock me in his arms, my heart started to beat like crazy. 

“Have a good trip and take care.” I patted his back and split. “Send me a photo wherever you are, all right?”

I nod before walking to the entrance where I park my father’s car, but every step goes slower and slower every time.

“Hey Joe.” He raised his eyebrows as he kept listening to me. “Take care. I want to be back and see you winning games.”

Joe scoffs with a smile on his face; a contagious one, I wave my hand before entering the car, driving out of his house, still smiling.

The first month and half was crazy, I never was in charge of something this big and Pam and I have weeks of stress just learning how to do it and not die in the try. By the end of the first month we have things under control.

The book received good acceptance in every place we set an autograph signing and we closed some important negotiations with foreign editorials on the way.

“Here.” Lucy put in front of me a bag. “I was traveling around and I saw a boutique, and for your recent searches, I think this is something you'll buy.”

I pull it out and it’s a black hoodie with small embroidered red tulips at the sleeves. Just perfect. 

We have just two weeks here in Europe before coming back and not counting the huge amount of postcards Archie asked me for and souvenirs for my family and friends. I didn’t find something I like for Joe.

“Oh, thanks.” I search for the size and it’s actually Joe sixes. “Who do you know the size of?”

Lucy giggles and orders her coffee. “I asked Pam, and she said, <Do you know Joe Burrow?> I almost faint.”

I opened and closed my mouth multiple times, making her giggle. “Don’t worry she specified you are just friends. Relax. Still, powerful friends I must say.” 

The last two weeks we spent in Italy, then we took a flight to California, setting the beginning of our tour at home.

“Are you joking?” I entered my hotel room, exhausted after 10 hours of flight. “That’s great, right?” 

I just told Leah we have a few days off next week for recharging batteries and going back to the rest of the tour book.

“Yeah, it’s just, I’ll lose the rhythm of work.” Leah bluffs and I picture her rolling her eyes.

“Sorry, I forgot I’m talking with my workaholic friend.” I laughed and laid in bed. “Are you planning to come or are you going to your home?

“I have a few souvenirs to deliver.” I observed a bag full of things for them.

Mom received with a lovely surprise a Saturday morning, Peter and family were there too anxious to see me.

“This is great, have you seen this daddy?” Archie keeps showing all the postcards I brought for him, holding one candy of the insane amounts of boxes I bought for him, sparkles in his eyes. 

We are sitting in the backyard enjoying a sunny afternoon as I told them how those months have been going.

“How many days off do you have?” Peter asked taking a sip of his water. 

“4 days, then I must be in NYC for the next part.” Archie ran to his dad showing another one, this time Beijing.

Mom entered with more snacks. “Joe died seeing but we hardly saw him either.” 

I narrowed my eyes but dad clarified for mom. “Oh, the training camp begins this week and last one he traveled for all his check ups.” 

Joe takes the training camps very seriously, after the first ones didn’t come out as he expected my parents told me he set a strict routine around the weeks of training camps, his health is his priority.

“Joe invited me but mom said we couldn’t go.” Archie say taking another chip. “Work stuff.” All giggle and Peter toss his hair.

That night I met Leah in her home, she parepare a sleepover like the old time, a lot of food, horror movies and now we're grown up women, a few drinks.

After a few rounds and a lot of junk food, I started to feel a funny bubble sensation all over my body.

“You should go.” Leah said serve me another margarita. “And yes, I got it, I mean, you should go, as a friend.”

“Leah.” She smiles, let's be honest my tone didn't express the right amount of warning.

“Listen, you bring that nice hoodie from across the world and I know you.” Leah sits across the night table in her living room. “That endless texting, quick calls and random pictures along all day, scream, <I miss you>” 

In fact I do, but I also know he's always been clear; full focus on his annual goal and a new ring on his hand.

“He doesn't have to know you are there.” I scoff but she continues. “Go, see the practice from far away, at the end give him the hoodie and leave, any harm for both of you.”

I throw a pillow at her. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It's my gift. Think about it at least, preferably, go.” The doorbell announced our pizzas are here. “All right?” 

Leah stands staggering as she walks to her door and screams. “Your silence is an affirmative answer!”

By Monday morning, I had one day off, which I think I will use to go home, do some duties and fly right to NYC.

“Hey you.” I enter Leah's studio with a coffee in my hand. “Oh my hero.” Leah takes a sip, her favorite one and closes her eyes to enjoy the moment.

“It's early for you, are you leaving?” She put it aside and go back to her work 

“Yes.” I take the last sip of mine. “I don't want to be late.”

She giggles. “Believe Y/N your house is waiting for you right where you left it.”

“I don't going home right now.” Leah choked with her drink and put attention to my black cap and white shirt with a huge black number.

“Oh my fucking god.” She pointed to the bag. “You bring the hoodie! This is crazy.”

“You right, I miss him, what can I do?” Leah jumps from her chair faking a scream running to press me next to her.

“Bless the cameras around this place because I have an on video.” She squeezed my cheeks. “But get out of here!” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” I grab her by her shoulders. “Do you think I should..” 

Leah shakes her head. “Y/N, you don’t have to answer but think on this.” She takes a deep breath and a serious face appears in her face. “Things are difficult and could turn more difficult but, do you really believe trying is not worth it?” 

It’s hard to say the answer because it's the same question I have been asking myself all these months.

“Don’t, don’t put on that stress face, go, maybe, just maybe, the answer is there.” 

The sound of the door opening distracts us, a couple enters with their baby in a stroller. 

“Oh, hi, just a minute and I will be with you, all right?” The couple smile and walk back to Leah's studio.

But she gasps for the cute little girl who has a beautiful white dress. “Hi, little girl, are you ready?”  The baby smiles at her and giggles softly. 

She walks with me and we stop at the door. “Relax, have fun and call me if you need something, ok?” 

I nod, and she smiles at me. “Good luck could be helpful.” Leah laughs and grabs my hand.

“For who? You or him?”