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hey siri, play this is what dreams are made of by hilary duff

Anyway 🥰

Still giggling and kicking my feet about this and I will be talking about it forever lmaoooooo

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THIS

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QUARTERBACK SEASON TWO

(Joe's part)

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it’s this picture specifically that’s making me all soft and giddy inside 😭

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joe answers questions about his relationship with songbird at fanatics fest?

a/n: back to our normal programming

the stage at fanatics fest was buzzing, floodlights bright and hot, the sports and entertainment fans electric with anticipation as kay adams sat across from joe on the sleek interview couch. his fingers played absently with the wristbands on his wrist, the black "reputation" one receiving most of his attention—spun around twice, then tugged flat against his skin. he looked good. stupidly good. black pants, navy blue button-up marini shirt, chain peeking out from his neckline, his curls still damp from the humidity outside. his posture was loose, legs spread comfortably apart, one ankle resting on his knee, but there was an ease to him that only surfaced when he was being asked about her. present in a way he rarely let himself be in public.

he blinked out at the crowd, eyes catching on the blur of phones held above, glittery poster boards waving in the lights, the rolling tide of cheers vibrating through the stage beneath his sneakers. there were a thousand faces trained on him, every one of them waiting for a quote, a headline, a spark. but none of it made him glow the way he did when he spoke of her. when her name passed his lips, it was like something unlocked behind his eyes—like tension rolled off his shoulders and the corners of his mouth tipped up without thought. it wasn’t just that he smiled, it was the kind of soft, unguarded brightness that curled into the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the kind that made him blink slow, like he was savoring the feeling. he didn’t just light up. he lit whole rooms on fire with it.

kay smiled wide, leaning forward just a little, her cue cards forgotten in her lap. "okay, joe. we gotta talk about it," she said, voice dancing with mischief. "everyone’s seen the photos, the clips, the way you two were looking at each other at nfl honors, at fashion week, the grammys...the people want to know...how are things with you and america’s favorite lover girl?".

joe’s ears flushed pink before the grin even reached his lips, slow and irrepressible, like a rising wave he had no hope of stopping. the mention of your name settled something in his chest, like something was clicking into place. his fingers paused on the wristband he’d been fidgeting with, smoothing it once more before letting his hand fall to his thigh.

he looked out at the crowd, then back at kay, then away, like if he held eye contact too long he might spill something private without meaning to. but the crinkle near his eyes deepened, that soft little line she loved so much. the one that only came out when he was truly happy. "things are good," he said at first, the words clipped, almost like he was trying to hold back. then, softer, more certain—"really good,".

he paused for a second, glancing down briefly like he was centering himself before continuing. :we’ve both been busy, you know. i'm training for the season, she’s in album mode right now. reputation comes out in july, and i’m not just saying this because i’m biased, but it’s...insane. like, she poured everything into it. it’s sharp and honest and big, but it’s also really vulnerable in places," he laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck with that sheepish look he only ever wore when talking about her. he just couldn't help himself from singing her praises, even when the question was about how their relationship was going. "some of the songs...i mean, she definitely called me out a few times in there. in the best way. in the way only someone who really knows you can,".

he looked up at the crowd then, scanning their faces, but his eyes were somewhere else entirely. back in their kitchen, maybe. "she played me the final mix of one at home, on this beat-up little speaker we’ve had forever. she had pesto sauce on her shirt, hair a mess, dancing around in socks and talking over the chorus. and then mid-bridge, she just pointed at me and went, 'that’s your part', i didn’t even know what to do. i just stood there, frozen. like...that’s a moment you don’t forget. i wasn't used to the whole 'muse' thing, but it honestly felt more rewarding that anything i've done with football. there's something special about being the reason someone writes like that, with so much love and infatuation,".

there was a small murmur of laughter and soft "awws" from the crowd, and kay leaned in, intrigued. "are we talking heartbreak songs? love songs? power anthems? give us the scoop,".

joe smirked, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee, but there was a fondness blooming behind his eyes. "all of the above. you know her range and versatility. she's everywhere. but the love songs? those hit different. i remember last october, we were just lying on the floor in the living room after dinner, don't ask why, and she played me a track straight from her phone, still rough around the edges, an unmixed demo, just raw. she was playing delicate i think. when it ended, she didn’t say anything for a second, and then she looked at me and said, 'that one’s yours' and i was—," he let out a breath, eyes glassy with something close to awe. 'i didn’t even have words. i still don’t, honestly,".

kay grinned knowingly, “people are saying you’ve gone full simp, burrow. that you're done for,”.

he didn’t flinch. just nodded, slow and sure, like that was a label he didn’t mind carrying. "yeah. i am," he said it with quiet conviction, his voice steady and warm. "i don’t care what anyone says. i’ve never had someone care for me like the way she does. so completely, so fiercely, without any hesitation. and i’d be a fool not to meet that kind of love with everything i have. every piece of me. she deserves it more than anyone,".

the crowd erupted in a symphony of cheers, a cascade of sweet, playful whoops sweeping through the stands like a warm breeze. joe lowered his head, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously again. his other hand fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, as if seeking solace in the familiar fabric. his eyes darted down momentarily before rising to meet the sea of faces, blinking quickly as a rush of overwhelming emotion surged up his throat, leaving him momentarily lost for words.

"she’s kind of...redefined everything for me," he said after a beat, voice quieter, like he was admitting something inviolable. "i used to be real private, real closed off. not because i didn’t care. just 'cause i didn’t know how to share any of it. the pressure, the highs, the lows. but she sees through all that. she doesn’t just tolerate it—she understands it. she makes me softer, but not in a weak way. in a real, stronger way. like i can be all of me. and still be enough,".

"aww, how sweet!" kay smiled while pouting, then tilting her head with curiosity. "okay but i’ve gotta ask—what’s something about her that no one sees? something that isn’t in the interviews or on stage?".

joe huffed out a soft laugh, eyes glinting as his thumb drifted to the chain around his neck—his tell when he was speaking from someplace deeper. he didn’t rush the answer, just let the silence stretch for a beat as he sorted through the thousand tiny memories that surfaced all at once. when he looked up, it was with a smile that softened every angle of his face. "she’s so damn funny," he said, the crowd rippling with laughter. "i know the world sees her as this force��elegant, intimidating, magnetic—but she’s a total menace in private. i mean, she does full-on skits. cartoon voices, dance moves, fake commercials. she once made up this ridiculous song about the pasta sauce we ruined—i’m talking backup vocals and all. it was stuck in my head for days. and it wasn’t even good, it was just her," he paused, lips quirking into something fond and disbelieving. “but that’s the thing. she’s brilliant. a literal genius. and somehow, she’s also the girl who hides under the comforter to scare me when i come out of the shower, who steals the covers in the middle of the night, eats the last bite of dessert, and makes me laugh when i forget how,".

kay burst into laughter, tipping her head back as joe leaned into the joke. "okay," she said, grinning, fanning herself theatrically, "that was way too sweet. you both are genuinely everyone's obsession for all the right reasons, i mean come on," she added, joe shrugging playfully in reponse as if he wasn't sure if that was true or not even though he knew it definitely was.

she gave him a playful elbow, eyes still sparkling. "so when’s the collab coming? is joe sheisty dropping a verse on reputation?".

joe laughed, leaning back with his arms crossed like he was really thinking about it. "i think the world is not ready for that. she says i’m tone-deaf—which i won’t argue with—but maybe i’ll make the ad libs on the next album,",

"she better at least let you do the thank you note inside the physical copy packaging," kay joked.

"she doesn’t have to. every lyric she writes is already a thank you to me, to her fans," he said simply, and the sincerity in his voice softened even the loudest corners of the crowd.

she smiled as she shook her cue cards at him, "you two really are something," she said through a grin, eyes shining like she was genuinely delighted by everything he'd told her. "the internet’s boyfriend is officially off the market, folks. you hear that? all of tiktok just gasped in unison,".

joe looked right into the camera, voice low and steady, the barest hint of a smirk playing at his lips, "happily. no trade clause in this contract,".

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Cuties

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that’s my little nerd

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I think this is Joe's panel from Fanatics Fest. I can't watch it right now but it showed up on my YouTube suggestions. So hopefully it is the full panel!

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Cuties

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yk what? hell yea

This part😌

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i feel like we’re either getting the trailer this week (which makes the most sense) or next week (which doesn’t make the most sense bc it would be coming out a week before the new season drops.

i swear a marketing team needs to fans or stand bc they know how to feed the ppl and that they really want.

I want the quarterback trailer as much as everyone else, but I do think that plus the fanatics content on the same day might cause mass hysteria.

It would likely be my cause of death.

JK BRING IT ON NETFLIX. What a wonderful way to go.

no seriously the day the trailer drops every app that has a joe community will go up in flames

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he definitely hits baseballs better than he throws them

that baseball throw (as an ex softball player) gave me SUCH AN ICK like come on 😭😭

like joseph i swear we can do better than this. this ick is worse than the met gala sneakers ick

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Have you seen the clip of him trying hockey? I’m glad he chose football lmao

i know ja’marr is feeling 10 times better knowing joe is exposing himself today too 💀

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where is the quarterback season 2 trailer.