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Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams, “The Red Girl”

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↳ 😆😆😆 | 5.28.23

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via keyveat instagram story (3.19.23)

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Mat Barzal in Ethan Bear's wedding video

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my bf (real)

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but bestie can you make a really angsty piece where joe cheats on the reader 😩🤍

why would you do this to me.

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joe and reader but it's inspired by if you're too shy by the 1975 and they can't stand each other to the point that they're deeply in love and have to rip each other's clothes off every time they get 5 minutes alone

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where did i go wrong in my life to let myself care this much about sports

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thinking about little joey things like playing with his hair when he's slumped after practice and dancing with him in refrigerator light and him always lifting you off the ground and spinning you around when he comes home after an away game because he loves the happy little sounds you make when he does it

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side eye.. side EYE

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Okay I had a thought. Joe x reader fluff with the song “Until I Found You” by Stephen Sanchez.

until i found you

ask and you shall receive... more loosely inspired than completely derived from the song?? which i hope you still like :p no warnings just a fluffy lil blurb, maybe a lil smidge of angst but that's all!

A warm breeze whips your hair across your face and you don't notice it, but Joe is watching across the yard with a small smile on his face as you laugh lightly and pick the loose strands out of your lip gloss. You seem so in your element, surrounded by your mutual friends and his teammates, laughing at someone's lame punch line, cheeks flushed pink from the heat and maybe one too many champagne flutes.

He gets this strange feeling in his chest, in his stomach, like he could scream or cry or collapse in the best way – this feeling that he always get just looking at you. Like he loves you so much that it could take him apart from the inside out.

In moments like these he always takes himself back to the start of his rookie year, that one cold night with the biggest snowstorm of the season when he let the chill in the air turn him cold, too. When he'd taken your sweet little heart into his hands and squeezed a little too tight, cracked it a little under too much pressure. He remembers exactly what he said to you that night.

"Date nights and holidays will be here. You will be here. My career won't."

He didn't mean it. And you'd never known your Joe to be malicious, conniving, or to hurt anything or anyone intentionally. But his implication that your relationship, that you weren't important to him at the time felt purposeful, like he was truly trying to hurt you.

He had let you slip out of his fingers, the stupidest fumble he'd made in the entirety of his football career, in the entirety of his life. He'd let you go, but he'd quickly found out how impossible it was for him to even function knowing he wouldn't be coming home to texts and calls and your touch.

The following month he'd show up at your doorstep equipped with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and an extensive apology alongside a thought-through pitch for you to take him back, a request to let him love you again.

Letting you go then, to this day, was the stupidest decision he'd ever made, and he never let himself forget it. Especially now, watching the way you threw your head back with that smile on your face at something Hubbard said (and it couldn't have been that funny).

A firm hand comes down on his shoulder and startles him out of his thoughts, pulls him into attention at the rest of his surroundings again. He recognizes the hand as Ja'Marr's when he takes a glance, and he's handed a glass of his own.

"You already got the girl, brother. You gonna stand and watch over here like a creep or you gonna go enjoy what you got?"

Joe scoffs a laugh at his best friend, knocking back his champagne and handing the glass back to a cheeky Ja'Marr, who stalks back over to the team to snicker about how whipped their quarterback is.

You feel his arms around your waist before you feel his chest hit your back and his scent flood your senses. It's barely audible, but he lets out this little sigh, so chock full of content and comfort that your body melts into his on instinct.

He gets a whiff of your shampoo as you soften to his touch, and he feels so lovesick that he can't stop himself from turning you away from your friends to face him.

"Hey hotshot," you tease when your eyes meet his, toothy grin lighting up your face.

"Hello beautiful," he hums, leaning towards you to nudge the tip of your nose with his, hands firm on your waist as yours come to rest up on his broad shoulders.

He could let his eyes flutter closed and stand here with you, just like this, for the rest of his goddamn life. He could say fuck it to the team, fuck it to the NFL, to the entire sport of football to stand here with you.

But instead he feels you tip toe to press your lips to his and he feels his heart start to hammer in his chest when you pull him a little closer. His hands bunch up your cute little dress when he lets his grip tighten and he can feel his head swimming, thoughts getting lost as you move your lips with his.

He's ripped out of his state of grace when you detach your mouth from his, startled by a teammate, probably Ja'Marr, wolf whistling in the distance.

"Get a room!"

"Y'all gonna go at it right here?"

The boys won't stop hollering at the two of you, and you're laughing it off, this joyous little sound that Joe would almost be willing to let his team keep eliciting from you if it didn't mean he was missing out on kissing you silly.

He shoots them a pointed glare before shifting his gaze back to you, where your eyes meet and both of you soften to one another once again.

It's just a mumble, words spoken under his breath for only the two of you to hear, but the message rings as clear as if he was screaming it to the skyline, and blood rushes to your cheeks.

"You know, even if we had met twenty years later, I wouldn't haven fallen in love until I met you."

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lord

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JOE BURROW [20220222] SKILLUP OHIO

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happy superbowl sunday and subsequently the drop of my slutty lil joe blog...

this will not be my first time authoring but it will be my first time authoring for joe and i am so very excited to do so <3

that being said i am taking requests and am very excited to have a place to dump all my thoughts about our favorite quarterback... so send in all your little drabbles, requests, thoughts... and i will do my best to write it into fruition 🥰

anons, requests, just thoughts... all very welcome!!!!

and a lil sample work coming very very soon. mwah