#*blows a kiss to joe*

[andromeddog]

lieb & web & web again

[thekidsarentalright]

since the show has been so gay patrick should pull out it’s not a side effect for the medley. as a treat

[burymeinwillow]

joe cartwright with gold chain necklace i love you

[rascheln]

“I say that [music] is a hobby because it’s a freeing way to think about it,” says Keery. “The second I start to get too precious with something, I inhibit myself. If you’re less worried about making mistakes, you might make something crazy or exciting. That’s what I’m focused on doing.” (x)

[siterlas]

8 Shows to Get to Know Me

forever ago @programmedradly tagged me for this so here are some shows i have rewatched top to bottom in no particular order! 

1. SUPERNATURAL // claire is blorbo

2. COMMUNITY // they kept doing pastiches of movies i love

3. AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER // s e c r e t   t u n n e l

4. THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE // i still need to read the book

5. THE X-FILES // formative af

6. PEAKY BLINDERS // weak for shows about organized crime, sorry

7. PARKS & RECREATION // the lo-cal calzone zone

8. MIDNIGHT MASS // it may or may not show that i have become a mike flanagan fan

bonus #9 legend of korra yeaaaaa that’s the stuff

i’m tagging @wingedflight @pencildragon11 @bossymarmalade @nicasiosilang @thegeminisage

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

Caught Up In You (Joe x Reader)

((This short little idea initially came into my head in August of 2020 upon listening to the song I stole the title from/song in the fic... and just a brief bullet point of this idea proceeded to sit in my drafts for nearly 2 years until I started writing this in May. It's dumbassbitchboyfriend!Joe time!))

Words: 1,565

Summary: You and Joe have your first fight as a couple, and Joe, being the clown that he is, finds his own "Joe" way of apologizing...

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(1984, Dublin, Ireland)

"Joy, I'm not in the mood to go out!" you insisted for at least the fourth time as she tugged your arm, "I'm too pissed..."

"But I don't want to go alone!" Joy whined back, "If I go alone, someone might ask me to sing!"

"Well I don't know what you expect from karaoke night at the pub!"

She'd been trying to drag you off the couch and downtown for the past ten minutes. It wasn't exactly like her to do that, as you were normally the one to drag her, but the tables had already been turned just a bit today. 

When she let go of your arm, she adjusted her shirt and suggested, "Mind you, I was trying to give you a girls' night, if you must know. You can't deny it's what you need right now after you and Joe had it out today."

Your shoulders slumped down by a smidgen. A pinch of guilt crept up on your expression and in your body language as well. 

Joy was correct, alright; you did need a girls' night.

She knew your reason for denying her so many times in the first place was because of men. It was because of men, and how upset they made you. More specifically, it was your man who had you so hung up and steamed. 

Despite knowing each other for years, you and Joe had never started dating until shortly after the end of the Pyromania tour a few months prior. With the whole band settled in Dublin trying to bring to the next album to fruition, it caused you and Joe to finally settle and grow romantically close to each other. 

Everything felt new and wonderful, but with this new relationship came new milestones, too. Today's milestone? It was the first fight you and Joe had as a couple. 

It was stupid- you both new it- but tensions were fresh, and you still felt the sting. 

"But it's his fault-!" you burst at Joy again.

"Oh I know it is! But are you just going to stay here and be upset, or are you going to keep your chin up and strut away from him in a super sexy dress?"

Your eyebrows scrunched together at her argument. You hated to admit you already had a dress in mind. 

"Alright, fine!" you flung your hands up and looked at the floor, "We'll go to the pub."

She clapped her hands once in victory, "There she is! Now come on, make yourself up like you want to show that lump what he can't have."

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Smoothing out the tight dress you put on, you and Joy happily strutted up to the pub as the sun descended in the distance. For the first time all day, you actually felt excited and happy. With Joy kicking your feminine energy into power, you felt much more confident and not at all hung up and guilty; you felt nothing short of unstoppable.

And then Joy stopped you. 

"What?" you halted yourself as she swung her arm out in front of you. 

She appeared to be listening to the inside of the pub, but staring off into space.

"I thought I heard something," her face remained still and neutral, "-never mind."

"By the way, I wanted to thank you for getting me out of the house. I really do need some time with more... females, I suppose."

Your companion had a brief flash of something in her eyes that almost looked like guilt as she reached for the door, "Yeah, sure thing. Anytime, mate."

She opened the pub door, the sound of the karaoke already surrounding both of you. 

As you strolled in with a smile on your face, one look inside was all it took for it to vanish. 

"What are you guys doing here?" you asked the four Leppards.

"We're watchin' karaoke night!" Sav motioned to the stage. 

When your eyes looked over to the stage in reference, you saw a tall man hop onto it from the side. In a flash, you realized you hadn't seen Joe in the group where he would normally be found. 

At the same time, you realized you'd been duped. It was no wonder why Joy wanted to get you out of the house so bad, just as it was no wonder why she was listening outside the pub- and just as it was no wonder why Sav made you look at the stage when he did.

It was all carefully timed so you would be standing right where you were when Joe started to sing to you.

"I never knew there'd come a day," now on the stage, Joe bopped his hips from side to side, "When I'd be sayin' to you-"

You were only a few feet in front of the stage, so it was easy for Joe to direct his act to whoever was in the front row. In the few seconds you were in the pub for, Joy had somehow made sure that the front row was you. 

"'Don't let this good love slip away, now that we know that it's true'-"

Your mouth fell open in surprise and frustration. Rolling your eyes, you looked back at Joy, watching her avoid eye contact and laughter. 

The only thing you supposed you could've done at that point was heave a heavy sigh and continue to watch Joe with annoyance still on your face.

"Don't, don't you know the kind of man I am? No- said I'd never fall in love again-"

He strutted and acted as if he was really playing a show, but on a much smaller scale (and with a southern rock song that was most certainly not up his alley). It was very clear he was trying to get you to forgive him through song and humor.

But it wasn't going to work; it was too stupid. It was too hilarious. He looked like an idiot. 

He was making a fool of himself for you, and it was your weakness. 

Joe even further proved this as he stretched his arm to motion to you, "But it's real, and the feeling comes shining through- I'm so caught up in you, little girl!"

It was the chorus that broke you. He pointed right at you, and fuck, you couldn't fake being mad anymore. You let out a scoff and started to laugh at him quietly. Hell, you even started to move to the music with him a bit. 

"And I never did suspect a thing- so caught up in you-" Joe flicked his hips to the side at you like some kind of bad David Lee Roth impersonator, "-little girl!'

The other Lepps and patrons in the pub whooped and cheered him on, and you pinched the bridge of your nose with embarrassment. This was Joe's own form of an apology, you concluded. He knew just how to press your buttons to get you to see it, too. 

"That I never wanna get myself free- and baby it's true, you're the one who caught me, baby, and taught me how good it could be..."

He'd suddenly leaned down to you and carefully tilted your chin up towards him, caressing your jaw briefly before straightening back up to continue his "show". It was at that point you could no longer hide a bashful smile because god, you were so caught up in him. You couldn't help but love whenever he acted like a complete dork. 

"It took so long to change my mind, I thought that love was a game..." 

In terms of dorkiness, your boyfriend had somehow hit an all-time high. With his impromptu dancing and fake womanizer attitude on that tiny stage in front of everyone at the pub, you didn't know how he'd ever top it.

"I played around enough to find no two are ever the same- you made me realize the love I missed, so hot, love I couldn't quite resist-"

You puckered your lips and kissed the air in front of you, both proud of and embarrassed by your idiotic rockstar of a lover. He jokingly "caught" the kiss you blew at him by patting his cheek flirtatiously. 

Despite Joe being a complete dumbass at the moment, it was unlawful how cute he was while doing do. 

You knew Joe, and knew he wouldn't choose just any song if he was going to apologize via music. He wasn't one to be cheesy in that sense; he was always sincere and wouldn't ever make music tell a lie. Not only that, but no one had ever proclaimed their feelings for you like this before. That's how you knew Joe meant it. 

"When it's right, the light just comes shining through..." Joe playfully winked at you. The words he borrowed from the song were the ones you completely understood; the irrelevant fight from earlier was water under the bridge. 

Turning to Joy, you asked, "So, any other surprises for me tonight? Besides tricking me into watching my boyfriend sing southern rock?"

She giggled and looked over at you, "Just wait until the others join him for the harmonies."

"Wait- the what?" you barely had time to get the words out before the other four Leppards began standing up. 

"Oh my god-" you framed your reddening face with your hands, "I'm banning all of them from karaoke night after this."

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(Caught Up In You by 38 Special) (playlist of all songs I've used in my fics)

[omegalomania]

thank you for reblogging all the joe content 🫶 have a lovely day

you have a lovely day as well anon! i just miss him so!!

[princessofdorkness]

it’s bbg joe keery’s birthday today<3 hbd<3

[conradrasputin]

via @abusivelittlebunny

[fixedfour]

also the fact that you can read every emotion on his face during the game…. cute

sometimes i feel so guilty admiring his lil worried face on the sideline when the team's losing, he worries his lips and keeps a stony face from what i can see...

but it's so cute 🤧🤧

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: December 3rd

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Summary: “Sweater” Day on December 3rd is no exception for your boyfriend, Joe Burrow.

Warnings: fluff, mention of sex

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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December 3rd (not this year)

(y/n’s pov)

“I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater. You said it looked better on me than it did you.”

I had heard the TikTok sound so many times this morning, lying in bed by myself.

Joe had to go into the facility today for a meeting and some other thing that I couldn't understand as he explained it to me last night.

It was stupid to feel so lonely at the moment just from watching so many stupid couple TikToks, but they seriously did make me miss my boyfriend.

The bed started to get less and less comforting as it got colder from the lack of Joe’s body heat and the imprint on the mattress of his muscular body began to disappear.

Eventually rolling out of bed at 10:30, I washed my face and did my morning routine before making my way into Joe and I’s shared walk-in closet.

Joe’s side of the closet was a collage of color. Like a rainbow’s colors had been rearranged and hung on hangers.

I focused back on my side, slid a pair of leggings on, and went to grab a sweatshirt but stopped before my fingertips brushed the fabric.

Would it count if I took one of Joe’s?

Looking over my shoulder at his sweatshirt section, I thought about the idea before ultimately deciding not to.

He has to give it to you for it to count.

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When Joe got home he walked over to the couch where I was sitting and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, baby.” - Joe

“Hey, how was your day?” - you

“It was okay, better now that I'm with you.” - Joe smiled

He went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water before plopping down next to me on the couch. Joe grabbed my legs and maneuvered them to where they'd drape over his lap.

“Missed you.” - Joe grinned

“I missed you too.” - you smiled

Joe began rubbing small shapes on my thighs as I picked out a show to watch.

“You stay warm today? It's getting cold out.” - Joe

“Yeah, but I'm definitely warmer with your body heat.” - you laughed

“Yeah? Does it get cold in bed without me?” - Joe

“Oh yeah, like a lot colder. You're like my personal cuddleable heater.” - you

My cheeks heated up at Joe’s laugh filling the room as he squeezed my thigh.

“Glad I have some sort of a purpose babe.” - Joe

“You have more purpose than just that! I didn't mean for it to sound like-” - you

“I know, y/n. I was just teasing, baby.” - Joe

I smiled and pecked his lips before getting comfortable and watching the show.

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After dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, Joe walked me upstairs while holding me bridal-style to the bedroom.

Multiple rounds of pure bliss and love-making later… we were washing each other off in the shower.

“Babe, I'm so tired I might fall over.” - Joe

“I just gotta wash your hair then we can hop out, brush our teeth, and you can head to bed while I blow dry my hair.” - you

“That sounds terrible.” - Joe

“How so?” - you frowned

“You washing my hair is always relaxing as hell I'll prob fall over and sleep, and going to bed without you is not something I want to do.” - Joe

“Joey.” - you giggled and rubbed his naked chest

He was giving me a serious look, so I knew he meant it, but that was the only way so I eventually left his arms to grab the shampoo and scrubbed his hair.

“Dont fall asleep on me, Joe.” - you

“I’m trying…” - Joe

As I was rinsing his hair out, his head slowly fell forward onto my shoulder.

“Baby…” - you rubbed Joe’s back

Joe groaned out of annoyance and turned the water off before quickly hopping out of the shower.

I dried myself off and grabbed the towel away from Joe after watching him stand there for a minute just barely dragging it across his body.

“Joseph.” - you giggled

“I’m too tired to put my undies on.” - Joe smiled

“Listen. I love you, but I'm not putting your undies on for you.” - you rolled your eyes

“You’re the one that took ‘em off!” - Joe smirked

I playfully shoved his chest as we both laughed but I eventually gave in and slipped Joe’s boxers on for him as he leaned against the bathroom wall with his eyes closed.

“This is wife stuff, not girlfriend stuff, Joseph Lee.” - you smiled, knowing Joe hated the teasing

“Soon baby, I promise.” - Joe

Truthfully, I didn't care at all when Joe proposed. I just knew it got under his skin when the guys or his family mentioned it. After putting the man’s underwear on for him, he was due for some teasing.

“You know I don't care when it happens. I know forever is with you, Joey.” - you hugged him

“I know. It is about time though, I mean seriously you've been waiting forever for my ass to just do it.” - Joe

“Joe… I don't care about having the title of being married. I am excited to marry you one day though, even if it isn't today or any time soon, I know I'll be your wife one day.” - you

“You will be baby. But… speaking of today. I need to give you something.” - Joe

I watched him leave the bathroom and a moment later he came back with one of his sweatshirts in his hand.

Once he was standing in front of me, he neatly folded the sweater up and handed it to me with an outstretched arm.

“Here ya go, happy sweater day.” - Joe grinned

I took the sweatshirt from his hand with a confused smile on my face and slipped it over my head. It went down to right above my knee as I was wrapped in warmth and Joe’s scent.

“I also grabbed you some panties.” - Joe

“Thanks.” - you smiled and slipped them on before wrapping your arms around Joe

Joe put his arms around my waist and smiled down at me, proud of his gesture.

“How’d you know?” - you giggled

“A couple of the guys at the facility were saying their girls were all asking for one of their sweatshirts because of this song on TikTok that mentions sweaters and December 3rd. I figured I'd be an extra good boyfriend today and give it to you before you asked.” - Joe grinned

“Oh I love you so much.” - you kissed him

My hands cupped Joe’s face as we kissed and kissed.

Ultimately, Joe was the one to pull away.

“As much as I love this moment and kissing you, I'm gonna brush my teeth and go to bed.” - Joe

“Okay.” - you laughed

Joe and I brushed our teeth and once we were both done he kissed me goodnight, telling me “I love you” and left the bathroom.

He had shut the door behind him knowing I was going to have the blow dryer on, and he was going to go knock out.

After I was finished in the bathroom I took a good look at myself in the mirror and couldn't stop smiling. It was the little things that Joe did that made me love him so much.

When I turned the lights out and exited the bathroom, the sight and sound of Joe snoring while taking up the entire bed made me giggle to myself.

I tried my hardest not to wake him up as I scooted him onto his side and laid down on my side. He stirred for a bit but ended up just cuddling into me.

Let's just say I fell asleep feeling very happy, lucky, and loved that December 3rd.

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Authors note: I promise that “Girls’ Night” is coming out next! Hopefully today!! I couldn't help but write something for today so here's something to hold you over till “Girls' Night” comes out.

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[lazyjellyfish300]

The Stuffed Rabbit🐇💌💕

Miguel O'Hara x AFAB Reader s/o

Happy Valentine's Day, Miguel Nation! 🌹💌

Synopsis: One of my Valentine's Day specials. The other one is posted now too. Woot woot! Bringing you and Miguel back from the same universe as In a Vial Around Your Pretty Little Neck. It's your second Valentine's Day together. And all you want is to go to Build A Bear. You plan an emotional surprise for him too that you hope he'll love. The quote: "Grief is love with nowhere to go," by Jamie Anderson helped inspire this. Word count: 2.7k

TW: Minors DNI since this one has suggestive content(but no smut), little angst, grief, other than that just Valentine's fluff.

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"Tienes demasiados peluches, mi vida." (You have too many stuffed animals, my life.) Miguel smirks at you as he stands in your kitchen, loading the Keurig with his cup of Joe for the morning.

"Well, I need more." You say firmly, crossing your arms.

Miguel shakes his head. "The fact that they take up nearly the entire new shelf I bought you is crazy on its own. You sure you don't want a fancy dinner, maybe a little vacation, just you and I? Movie? Some earrings?" He tickles your earlobe and you swat him away playfully.

"No way. Build-a-Bear or bust."

Miguel smiles, won over by your persistence. "Well, it seems I don't stand a chance against you this time." He sighs and pours the steaming coffee into a mug, blowing on the hot drink lightly. "I'll take you to Build-A-Bear, if I can choose the restaurant we go to afterwards?"

You press your fingertips together like a villain making a deal.

"Very well, O'Hara. You drive a hard bargain, but alas, I shall concede this time and let you have jurisdiction over our choice of dining."

Miguel shakes his head. "I'll do without the theatrics."

You walk up to him, craning your neck to look up at him and lean forward into his chest with both hands on either side of his waist. "Let me be dramatic in peace. You know I can't stand surprises when it comes to food."

Miguel sets his mug down and holds your face in his hands. "Are my restaurant picks really that terrible?"

You suck your cheeks in like a guppy and Miguel leans in to give you a little peck. "Nah. But preferably not Subway again."

Miguel's face curls into a smirk and he tickles your sides which you start giggling in response, trying to to push him off. "Thought you wanted to go to the place where they 'make the food in front of you'?" he says teasingly.

"Stahhhppp it!! I- *giggles* I-I meant teppanyaki, genius! Not freakin Subway."

Miguel starts kissing your cheeks, alternating between each one, causing your stomach to flutter.

"My apologies, baby...you're right, I'll make sure to pick somewhere extra special this time."

His hands slip under your shirt, making you get a little weak and your eyes droop.

"Mmm-promise...?"

He gives you a soft lingering kiss, and mumbles quietly against your lips, "Te lo prometo, cariño." (I promise you, dear)

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Your plan worked. Now you just had to get some help from Lyla. You wanted your own stuffed animal for Valentine's Day of course, but you wanted something extra special made for Miguel that you could give him at dinner, too.

You stood in front of Miguel's desk with Lyla, drumming your fingers anxiously as she was trying to download and email the file you were needing for his present before he returned from his lunch break.

"How much longer, Lyla?...." You asked, trying to keep the impatience in your tone in check.

"Almost there, almost there....." Lyla chided, jumping from one end of the holographic screen to the other. "Annnnnnd.....okay I sent it! He's gonna cry when he sees it dude, I hope you're ready."

You smile and then jump when you hear Miguel's voice. "Ready for what? And what are you doing here in the middle of the day?"

You whirl around and Lyla dissipates, trying play it off like both of you weren't up to anything.

"Nothing! Lyla was just saying uhm...she was just making sure I'm ready for tomorrow because apparently you chose a really fancy place for dinner this time." You grin, your heart racing in your chest.

Miguel gives you a suspicious look, but it turns into a smile as he scoops you up, planting you on his desk with your legs on either side of him. He gives your thighs a little squeeze and looks at the screens behind you as though he didn't buy your excuse entirely. "Hmmm...I did choose a fancy place for dinner tomorrow. I just hope Lyla didn't spoil it already..."

Lyla regenerates next to Miguel's ear. "Secret's still secure, boss!"

You nod, backing her up. "Honestly, she didn't tell me anything. Even though I was begging."

Miguel smiles and presses his forehead against yours. "Someone's impatient."

"I'm just excited! That's all..." You lean in , putting your hands on Miguel's shoulders and he helps hoist you back down.

He nods. "Trust me, you'll love it. But, dare I ask what you and Lyla were actually up to before I walked in?" He gives you a little smirk as he moves past you, setting up his workstation once again.

You quickly avert your gaze, doing your best to shield your true intentions. "Um...well, maybe there is gonna be a little surprise for you tomorrow too." You look up at him and he has a warm smile on his face.

"Really? Surprise f'me, hmm?" He pulls you back in by your hips.

You smile and rest your hands on his shoulders. "Yep. But key word: surprise. So you won't get to find out until tomorrow."

Miguel nods and ruffles your hair. "Very well, as you wish, ma'am." He calls out to you as you head for the exit. "I'm gonna try and guess what it is all day now!"

You turn your head and shoot one last teasing smile his way, "Love you baby!"

"Yo también te amo."(I love you too)

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Next day, Valentine's Day

You and Miguel walk arm in arm into Build a Bear. You smile giddily and run up to the bins with all the different animals to choose from. Miguel smiles and stays a few paces behind you. He sees a cute couple with their little daughter and it pulls at his heart strings a bit. He looks around the little shop at the other families, and little kids running around and it creates a lump in his throat. He was afraid of this happening today. Valentine's Day and any other holidays would always end up reminding him of his sweet little girl every time going forward. It was bittersweet in its own way.

You were like a shower of rain upon the aching desolate plains of his heart, bringing with you a special happiness he never thought he'd be able to feel again. He fiddled with the ring on his pinky that held your blood in it as he watched you.

One of these days he wouldn't keep you waiting any longer.

He's ripped out of his thoughts when you call for him.

"Baby, I'm having a hard time choosing which one I want."

Miguel walks over to you where you have a yak in one hand and a red teddy bear in the other.

"Get em both." Miguel says, kissing your forehead.

"But..." You start to protest but Miguel shakes his head, already escorting you to the line in front of the stuffing station. "Thank you so much baby. You spoil me."

Miguel chuckles and says with a small wink. "Well, it's Valentine's Day...but don't expect this to be a regular occurrence."

You smile mischievously, "Oh, well in that case I'm going to milk this opportunity for as long as I can."

Miguel wraps his arm around you and sighs. His wallet may be on fire by the end of the night but anything for his valentine.

He watches you with a tender expression as you scrunch your nose slightly and close your eyes when you make a wish and kiss the small red plush hearts that go inside both stuffed animals. The employee takes them with a smile and hums as she stuffs both of them for you.

Miguel watched, fascinated by the machine as the stuffing churns and gently brings each animal to life.

"Alright, honey, give both of those a hug for me and make sure they're stuffed just right."

You hand Miguel the red teddy. "Can you make sure he has enough stuffing, babe?"

Miguel looks a little bewildered at first but gives the teddy an awkward little squeeze. "Umm,...he feels soft enough to me, I guess. Maybe he could use a rounder belly?" He points out the bear's small pouch.

The employee smiles, "Good call!" She stuffs the red teddy a little bit more and hands it back to Miguel. "How's that?"

Miguel gives the red teddy a fresh squeeze, his belly a little bit more full and firm now. "Perfect." He hands him back to you and you take it with a smile.

"Thanks, baby!"

Miguel's watch goes off with an incoming call from Lyla. "Perdóname..."(forgive me) You nod and give him a reassuring smile and watch him walk outside to take it, unaware that you and Lyla orchestrated the distraction.

Perfect. Everything was going to plan. You walked back to the bins and scanned them looking for the perfect one. You chose a tan, fuzzy rabbit with droopy pink ears and handed it to the employee. "Can I get this one too, please?"

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Later, you and Miguel are walking to his car with three cardboard stuffed animal carriers. "Can you carry this one baby?"

The corner of Miguel's mouth raises. "Got yourself an extra one?"

You smile. "Nah I got that one for you! But you can't look at it until we get to the restaurant. It's your big surprise."

Miguel smiles and looks at the box curiously. He wasn't used to receiving little presents and surprises like this until you came along. He felt a warm fuzzy feeling in his veins as he looked back at you. "You shouldn't have."

You smile and kiss the back of his hand you're holding. "Course I should have. You're my valentine."

Miguel gives you an affectionate smile in response and you two drive to the restaurant, a gentle flurry of snowflakes begins to dust the rooftops of Nueva York as the daylight wanes.

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Your hands start to get clammy as Miguel leads you into the mystery restaurant, eyes closed. You hear the familiar restaurant clatter and rush of the indoor environment, then you feel the chilliness of the outside again, then quiet and warmth greets you in an unfamiliar, new setting.

"Abre los ojos, muñeca..." (Open your eyes, doll)

You look and your breath catches in your throat at the sight around you. Miguel reserved a clear, outdoor igloo on the rooftop of one of Nueva York's finest restaurants. The night was turning an imperial blue now, the light now scarce with grey clouds smearing the corners of the sky except where the snowflakes were falling through.

Source: Pinterest, from this online article.

Twinkle lights adorned the inside and outside of the igloo, creating a whimsical feel with tall outdoor heaters supplying warmth. There was an inviting couch with several decorative pillows and blankets adorning it. A sleek table sat in the front of it complete with soft glowing candles, antipasto on a wooden plank, and two wine glasses.

Your heart melted almost as quickly as the tears rushed to the corners of your eyes as you stood on tiptoe to give Miguel a kiss of gratitude.

You felt him smile against your lips. "You like it?..."

"Baby, I love it. Thank you so, so much..."

Miguel sits you down and you both get cozy underneath one of the blankets, lifting up your wine glasses to toast the evening.

"To you....let tonight become another sweet memory we can look back on together," he says.

You smile in agreement. "And here's to my ring finger not staying vacant for much longer."

Miguel chuckles as you click glasses. "It won't, baby, I promise you that..."

You feel your heart pound in your chest at the words he spoke combined with what you know is coming next. You turn and pick up the cardboard carrier, presenting it to him. "Time for your surprise, babe..."

Miguel grins and takes the cardboard box from you. He jokingly shakes it as though a feral animal were really inside, then cracks it open.

You giggle, then bring your hands to your lips in anticipation.

Miguel's eyes widen as he finds the tan, fuzzy stuffed rabbit with floppy ears, then his lips fall open as he takes it out.

The rabbit is dressed in a little blue soccer uniform and has a little red bow on one of its ears. Miguel's heart freezes in his chest at the familiar realization. He looks at you with surprise. "Baby...is this..?"

The tears have gotten to you already. You nod, trying to speak through the lump in your throat. "Press its paw..."

Miguel presses the rabbit's paw.

His favorite voice in the world...one that he hadn't heard in such a long time...the one that brought him so much happiness but also ached his soul. The sound that signified all his grief. His love with nowhere to go.

The voice of his little girl is heard... clear as day.

"Te amo y te extraño, papá. Eres el mejor padre del mundo. Besos de Gabi." (I love you and miss you, papa. You are the best father in the world. Kisses, from Gabi)

Miguel just sits there in awe, unable to speak. He presses the rabbit's paw again, as though to make sure he heard it correctly. Gabi's sweet voice speaks again, and he brings the rabbit to his chest, clutching it. Miguel is silent with his eyes closed, and then you notice his shoulders start to gently shake as his quiet sobs can't be contained anymore. He's just a loving father missing his baby girl.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love..." You whisper, taking Miguel into your arms.

He lays his head against your chest, still clutching the rabbit, hot tears still running down his cheeks, unable to speak.

"Thank you..." He says at last in a hoarse whisper. "I miss her..."

You nod, his head still tucked in the crook of your neck. "I know, baby...I'm here...."

For the longest moment in time, it's just you two holding one another, the sweet rabbit sandwiched between your two hearts that surely can't contain the overwhelming adoration that has just blossomed and brought you two even closer together from this tender memory. No words are needed, but when he finally regains his strength, his brings his eyes to look at you, two sweet rubies glossy with a window of tears.

"I love you so much...you have no idea how precious this is to me..."

Your face melts, your own lovely eyes caked in emotional tears.

"I love you, sweetheart. You'll never know how much I do..."

Miguel shakes his head. "I have a pretty good idea...it's my love for you that you will never be able to comprehend, mi vida..."

You bring your lips closer and he greets them with his own. Warm and cozy, you two let the emotions of tonight speak for themselves in this soft gesture. Two souls in love in a little starlit igloo while the Valentine's Day snow carries on outside, the love between you two more than enough to keep you warm.

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Later, you two are chest to chest, your neck craned a little bit as you gaze up into those vermillion eyes, a love song accompanying your casual sways back and forth, fingers interlocked in a loving clasp.

The sweet stuffed rabbit, Gigi, sits among her two new friends, Yogurt, the Yak and Maraschino, the red teddy on your pillows which will be greeted by you and Miguel shortly.

Miguel drags his thumb along your bottom lip, pausing in the middle. His warm, sweet breath greets yours and you let him in, the caress of his tongue quickly making the kiss quite passionate as your lips move softly together.

You break apart, his eyes locked deliciously on you. Your chest rises in shaky, excited breaths as you feel his hands gently make their way to your clothed breasts.

Miguel notes your flustered reaction and smirks a bit. "Tired...?"

You flash him a little smile and press your forehead against his. "I can afford to lose another hour..."

A soft groan rumbles in his chest and he moves his hand to the back of your neck, skimming past the chain that holds the little vial with his blood over your delicate heart.

You feel the tiny vibration of your zipper buzz against your back as he drags it down.

Miguel whispers, "Let's make that two..."

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[bangaveragewhitewine]

Happy Birthday Steve

A short and sweet peek at a morning with your favourite birthday boy.

Word count: 533

Author’s note: seeing as it’s our boyfriend Joe Keery’s birthday, I felt a wee bit inspired to write some more early morning Steve sweetness 🩷 written on my phone and barely proofread, but we move!

Your eyes open to milky white dawn on the walls, dappled with morning sun like gold-leaf breaching through the gauzy curtains. In that cocoon between sleep and wakefulness, you feel the warm weight of his arm and the puff of slumber-sweet breath against you.

Steve radiates warmth like a personal space heater throughout the seasons, like the welcoming hug of home and comfort and safety when you need him.

You turn your head on the pillow to watch him, older now than he was when you fell asleep together last night. Lifting your heavy head, you brush a kiss to his temple and murmur ‘Happy Birthday Steve’ quiet enough not to wake him fully, loud enough to leech into his hazy peace so he knows he is loved and adored and worshipped.

It is too early move and begin the day proper. Too soon to begin brewing coffee and toasting bagels and cutting up fruit to share between the sheets. You are too comfortable to slip away from the warm bed to place a candle in the surprise cupcake and sing a quiet ‘Happy Birthday to you’ in your morning voice in place of the usual shrill of the alarm.

Soon, in time. Not yet.

Steve shifts beside you, pulling you close again as he huffs into the pillow. The sleepy scowling frown between his brows softens, relaxed again as he dreams on. The smooth pad of your thumb passes over the crease, chasing away the dregs of whatever pissed him off inside his head. You look forward to hearing what it was, told in his tired timbre, when he wakes.

When - not if, when - he wakes and catches you staring, gazing, mooning over him, he will smile into the cotton pillowcase and call you a creep, light-voiced without an ounce of malice or meanness. He will pull you close and pretend to groan as you pepper his face and anywhere else you can reach with birthday kisses until his cheeks are pink and aching, until you are both at bursting point with how much you adore each other, how happy you are together.

There’s a party planned for later, much later and too far away from your dreamy morning bliss to fret about. The cake is ordered and the balloons will be bright and round, there will be paper plates stained with pizza grease and sweet icing. The Party is surprise-party-ready with presents for Steve - who you think has cottoned on to the plans but he has kept schtum out of kindness. He turned a blind-eye to the hushed heads-together chats with Robin, the phone calls with Dustin or Max or a cacophony of competing voices on the other end.

It will be far from the for-show extravagance of his childhood birthday parties and the cheap-beer fuelled ragers of his teens. As long as you are there, propped on his lap as he blows out candles or tucked under his arm with your fingers in his back pocket in the kitchen, it will be a good birthday.

But for now, you linger in that cosy space with the weight of Steve’s arm keeping you near and his breath on your neck.

dividers by @saradika-graphics 🩷

[harmshake]

Roman Reigns x Amanda (fem!black!oc) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | ~2,600 words

a/n: As y'all know, I have a million Roman drafts and I found this first draft of "The Waiting Game" from last spring. Hope you enjoy. 🥰

Happy reading! Read more Roman and Amanda or my other Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

The full moon hung in the dark sky, the stars barely visible as the Manhattan lights created their own nighttime glow. As she strolled down East 35th Street, Amanda soaked in the feeling of being in New York City for the first time. Immersing herself in new places was just one of the many perks of her job at WWE as their SmackDown ring announcer.

Before she landed her dream job, she hadn't ventured much outside of her home state of Georgia. Now she made it a point to reserve time after work to explore the food and nightlife each city she landed in had to offer. It made spotting the iconic Empire State Building with its windows glittering like lights on a Christmas tree feel extra special to her as it stood above the horizon of towering buildings. 

The evening air was cool and brisk, blowing her longish, red auburn afro off her bare shoulders and lifting her strappy, silky, pink-blue dress to reveal her thick, brown thighs to oncoming traffic. Amanda yanked her dress down and pulled her black, faux-fur coat tighter around herself to shake the chill as she continued down the street, her slingback heels clicking with her every step. Suddenly, she felt a heavy arm drape over her and bring her in close to the broad, warm body it was attached to. She glanced up at Joe as he walked alongside her, his overwhelming heat instantly calming her shivering body. The way he held her as he gazed down at her with his wolfish, chocolate-colored eyes made her almost swoon.

“Could you tell I was gettin' cold?” she asked him with a little smile.

“I figured as much since your coat doesn’t cover your legs,” he replied, giving her an admirable once-over. “I mean, you look beautiful in this dress. But I know it’s not keepin' you warm.”

“I think you’re warm enough for the both of us,” Amanda said, poking him in the ribs and making his handsome face break into a smile that matched hers.

That was another perk she treasured about her newish job. She got to rub shoulders—in this case, literally—with pro wrestlers she’d only ever seen on TV. She’d been a big fan of Joe, or Roman Reigns, and now she was being paid to announce him as the undisputed WWE Universal Champion and Tribal Chief of The Bloodline as he sauntered to the ring with his golden title belts, surrounded by his entourage consisting of his cousins, the Usos, and the legendary manager, Paul Heyman. Amanda felt like she was quickly becoming a part of Roman’s off-screen entourage as he was one of the first people to befriend her—encouraging her to call him Joe, his real name, instead of his stage name—and make her feel welcomed on the job.

Yet she could tell right away Joe was a huge flirt. He proved her right as they became fast friends with a salacious spark always simmering between them. It was the way he’d be glued to her hip at after-work parties or invite her to his locker room to kill time before work…or the way they almost kissed once. 

For two months, Amanda tried to ignore that spark as she didn’t want to put her dream job in jeopardy by screwing around with WWE’s top guy. But she found herself hopelessly and agonizingly attracted to Joe, often yearning for much more than a kiss from him...

She had gotten used to working out her sexual frustrations by herself, fantasizing late at night about how deep Joe’s dick could fit if he had her on all fours. She certainly didn’t expect to find out last night in his locker room when he bent her over and wore her out to the point that she felt compelled to call him “Daddy”—a fan-given nickname of his that she despised until he had her moaning it to him over and over—and send her on her way to ring with no panties, her pussy still tender from him stretching her out.

While she was still a little delightfully sore between her thighs, she couldn’t deny that she craved him all over again. And when Joe messaged her earlier in the day and asked her out to dinner, saying he wanted to “treat” her tonight, it was obvious that he craved her, too...especially with the seductive questions he sent her about her fascination with being dominated and her favorite toys. Amanda knew then he had more in mind than just a bite to eat...

As Joe held the door to the steakhouse open for her, she already felt pampered by the restaurant’s red and gold elegance and yummy smells wafting through the air. The kind hostess led them to their table, covered with white linen and softly lit by a candle, in the center of the dining room. Amanda noted how Joe took her coat and purse, placing them on the back of her leather chair before he pulled it back for her like a gentleman. He then sat across from her and studied her in her dress with those hungry eyes that seemed to see right through it, ready to devour what was beneath.

She had the same thoughts as she gazed back at him, soaking in how gorgeous he was in his navy suit jacket and baby blue button-down that almost strained to conceal his muscles beneath them. He’d trimmed his full, salt-and-pepper beard and mustache since yesterday, and slicked back his long, dark hair into a cute, messy bun behind his head, making his tanned, angular face appear more chiseled and menacingly handsome...and making Amanda want to let his hair loose and run her fingers through it as he hid his head between her legs...

“Can I just say how good you look right now? Like...good enough to eat,” Joe spoke, his deep voice a subtle growl. It was like he could read her mind, she thought in awe as her lips pulled into a smirk. 

“Don’t tempt me. We can skip dinner and go straight to dessert,” Amanda half-joked. She wanted to eat but Joe looked so good, too, she could go for his dick in her mouth rather than steak...

“Nah, we’re gonna eat. You’ll need the energy,” Joe replied coolly, flashing her a devilish smirk right back.

“Just me?” she chimed. 

“Yes,” he stated matter-of-factly, his sultry eyes on hers before they fell to her shoulders and cleavage from her big breasts pushed together in her scoop neck dress. When he gradually brought his eyes back to hers, she bit her lip as he added in another low growl, "I have plans for you tonight, sweetheart.”

She raised one arched eyebrow at his words, yet when she opened her mouth to hopefully uncover what those “plans” were, their waiter arrived with menus, a tray that held two wine glasses, and a bottle of Pinot Noir chilling in a gold bucket of ice. Once he poured them each a glass, took their order, and went to check on another table, Amanda gave Joe a curious glance.

“Do those plans include you fuckin' me in the restroom?” she asked softly, testing the vibe. Amanda didn’t think he’d care about getting nasty in public after backstage. Her pussy was getting wet from the mere thought of him curving her over the restroom sink. “We’re, like, the only ones here…and I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

She deliberately ignored the two other occupied tables that were thankfully out of earshot. Yet she watched Joe's mouth and eyes widen a bit from her unabashed lust for him. But then his lips twisted into a grin as he said in a near whisper, “I see you didn’t learn your lesson last night. Well, I learned you can’t keep quiet while I’m in you, baby.”

He had a point, Amanda thought to herself. They had never touched before yesterday and yet Joe seemed to know how to make her lose herself and forget her surroundings. And that was why she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her again...no matter the risk.

“Let me prove to you that I can…” Amanda whispered back. She’d do her best to keep the patrons in the dining room blissfully unaware. She hoped the way she discreetly tugged at her dress and exposed more of her cleavage would entice him. She saw Joe take the bait, glancing at her breasts with a mischievous glint filling his eyes. He then wrapped his fingers around his wine glass and took a long sip, like he was considering it. She suddenly realized needed his fingers around her throat like that...

“I know for a fact you can’t. So, I guess you'll have to wait,” he declared, his voice playful yet firm enough to make her realize she was pressing her luck. She swallowed a healthy swig of her wine and decided to press that luck further, anyway. 

“And what you gonna do if I don't want to?” she asked, catching a drop of wine from her top lip with her tongue. Her tone was half-pouting as she pursed her full, pink, glossy lips, half-challenging him to get back at him for teasing her. He let out a dark chuckle at her defiance as he put his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together, staring at her with a grin like he was impressed that she dared him. 

“You tryna find out?” Joe asked, his tone a little sinister.

“Hell yeah,” she replied, doing a poor job of containing the excitement in her voice.

Joe glanced at the watch on his wrist before he demanded, “Then get up and act like you're goin' to ladies' room...”

Amanda wasted no time obeying the demand she wanted to hear, hopping up from her seat and trying to look normal as she made her way to the single-occupancy restrooms. She couldn’t believe she was about to get her way when she learned last night what a stubborn, sexy jerk Joe could be. 

Yet he did make her wait for what felt like five minutes before she saw the door open and him slip in, locking the door behind himself. Her patience to feel his mouth on hers had already run out and she took the initiative to reach for him. But Joe abruptly caught her forearms and spun her around, pinning her against the wall with his large hand around her throat. 

“So you couldn’t wait 'til later, huh? You need me in this pussy right now?” Joe snarled in a steamy whisper before he brought his lips to hers. 

“Yes, please…please fuck me,” Amanda pleaded in a whisper just as heated, her body trying to melt from his grip tightening on her throat and his soft lips on hers that curled into a devious smile. She’d never been so desperate for dick that she’d beg for it, but his effect on her was consuming, breathtaking even. “Please...fuck me...Daddy,” she panted and brought her hands to his chest, his nickname on her tongue making him pant back as he kissed her harder.

“How do you want Daddy to fuck you?” Joe cooed in her ear as he dropped his hand from her throat to her breast, fondling it and tweaking her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress before his lips found their way around it. She whimpered to him in response before his hand fell lower on her body and under her dress. Amanda moaned softly again as he suckled her nipple with his fingers teasing over the wet mess that was her thong, teasing his thick, middle finger past it to fit inside her with one, long fluid thrust. He let out a satisfied sigh when it glided in with such ease, his lips smudged to her chest and then her neck with kisses before he murmured to her, “I’m still waitin' for you to tell me how you want me in this pussy, baby…”

“I want—”

“It doesn't fuckin' matter what you want,” Joe cut her off with his finger seeking her spot, his touch swirling on it as he reminded her in a hushed grunt, "I tell you what to do. Not the other way around, sweetheart. Understand?"

“Oh, my god,” Amanda almost cried instead when he rolled his thumb over her clit as he continued to swirl his finger on her g-spot. It dawned on her that his plans to treat her involved whipping her into submission as he controlled her with simply the palm of his hand. 

She bit down on her bottom lip to choke back a moan as she helplessly looked up at Joe. She could see it in his eyes that he knew he had her right where he wanted her: Incapacitated and at his mercy. She could hear it in his voice when he stated gruffly, “Try that again, sweetheart..."

“Unghh...yes, Daddy.” 

He watched Amanda mewl to him and nod as he pushed in another finger, his languid, elongated strokes becoming quick and pounding on her spot that was giving in to his torture and giving way to those hot, quivering tingles that spread throughout her entire body. She squeaked in a failed attempt to hold in a moan as he nurtured her sweet spots until it was futile, his kisses barely catching her gasps.

“Damn…you cummin’ for me already?” Joe breathed a dark laugh but followed it with a light moan as one of her hands slipped from his chest to the seat of his slacks that protruded with his bulge. Yet he refused to let Amanda have any control, plucking his hand that was on her hip to snatch away her grasp and pin it to the wall above her head. “Naw, don't worry 'bout that. This is what you get since you couldn't wait...this right here.” 

His fingers pumping and swirling on her spot kept up with the rapid fluttering of her pussy around them, only slowing down when Amanda's gasping moans teetered into airy whines. She wanted to curse for him making it too good, making her thighs tremble around his wrist, and making her want to cry when he tugged his fingers out. He then checked his watch like his fingers weren't about to drip her wetness to the tile, smirking at her mess on them. He kissed her with a flick of his tongue that he carefully replaced with his fingers as he held her jaw with his other hand, watching her slowly suck them until her lips touched his knuckles.

"It tastes how Daddy makes you feel, don't it? Good as fuck..." Joe uttered with one more wet kiss that Amanda nodded and moaned into before he swiftly went to wash his hands and open the restroom door. “I’m pretty sure they’re about to bring out our food, so you might wanna hurry and clean up.” 

The way he left her with his conceited smile and her panties soaked made her finally suck in a long, shuddering breath before she exhaled, "Goddamn, Joe..."

She palmed the wall to steady herself as she removed her thong and wobbled over to the sink where she tossed them in the bin, pumped soap into her hands, and ran them under cold water to cool herself down. It felt like prying eyes could see the orgasmic glow still radiating from her body as she made her way back to the dining room. But Amanda knew it was only Joe who couldn't take his eyes off her, that sexy smirk on his lips as she slunk towards him. Their ribeye steaks and roasted potatoes looked scrumptious but he continued to observe only her as she fell into her seat.

“So. You gonna behave now, sweetheart?” he asked haughtily as he slid a piece of his steak into his mouth. 

"That depends." Amanda unfolded her napkin and picked up her knife to cut her steak. The sharp edge reminded her of how Joe responded to her pushing her luck...and she caught his eye as she decided to dare him once more with a lick of her lips. "Are you gonna finish what you started and let me throw it back on you? Or are you afraid you won't keep quiet this time?

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Dare

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[downundergarfield]

Hello 👋

can I get each mercs reaction to near death experience with S/O

your writing is cool <33

G'day!! Thanks for the compliment! I tried to write something short but cozy for each mercenary, I hope it doesn't look damp or bland <:)

Mercs with S/O who survived near death experience

Tw!...near death experience?

A bright flash. A rough blow against the wall. There's still a lot of pain coming from nowhere. You are lying on a wooden floor almost under the open sky on the tufort balcony.

At first you tried to rest on your hands, but it caused hellish pain. You cough, feeling the corners of your lips warm with blood. The last thing you see before you pass out is how the Medic hurriedly runs towards you with a field first aid kit and holding the coat from falling.

You wake up for a while. Honestly, you couldn't tell how long you'd been out. Feelings are slowly returning, the torso hurts, both inside and out, the head is splitting, but when the vision returns, you see all the brave mercenaries around your hospital couch.

"- oohoh! Gut!! you survived the procedure!"

Says the German accent you know.

Everyone exhaled. You needed to be alone with yourself. All the mercenaries came out, telling you that's everything okay

You kept lying there. Until there was a knock on the door. It was N/M. He wanted to check on you.

Scout:

This joker has never looked so lost. He quickly darted to your bed, sat on a stool next to you and looked at you with his puppy dog eyes.

"- God, I am, I was so scared, I was so scared, I couldn't think of anything but you, I was so scared that I would lose you, The medic said that you could die, I was so scared, I-I "

"- ahhh" you say, raising a calm hand to his lips. He wiped away his tears and calmed down more or less.

"-Y/N, you know how scary it was... But I.. I'm happy that you're okay! Honestly!"

You smile at him, he smiles at you

he hugs you tightly, but trying not to damage the fresh seams

Soldier

He came in and sat down without any unnecessary words or movements, but his big mouth betrayed all his emotions.

"You know, Y/N, I've lost a lot of soldiers on the battlefield. I've lost Sour Joe, Smelly Joe, and even Mighty Joe."

You nodded understandingly, looking away. Then you felt his heavy and big cold hand on your arm.

"- and I'm very glad that I didn't have to lose you too, Y/N. You are a good soldier, real good, maybe even the best."

He rested his helmet head on your side, causing a little pain from the scars on your chest and held your hand with both hands.

Next to him, death is not terrible. You sat like that for a long time until you fell asleep from the cozy feeling that this American next to you caused.

Pyro

They come into the ward, humming something to themselves, sit on a stool next to you and immediately grab your hand.

You can hear their terrified bellowing, they were very afraid for you, very much. They brought you a bunch of sweets and delicious drinks. You suggested that Piro relax a little.

They took out toy ducklings and started showing you concerts with them. It was charming how much they were interested in making you happy.

Anxiety receded quickly, while this mumbling lump of happiness was nearby.

Demoman

You're surprised you didn't notice him even before he opened the door. Usually the Demo is immediately noticeable by the smell of alcohol or drunken speeches. But not today. The Scotsman sat down next to you, taking your hand in his big warm palm

"-laddy, please, be careful next time, alright?"

You smiled and nodded to him.

"-I couldn't even drink all this time, I was afraid that I would lose you.."

He rested his big lips on your forehead and closed his eye, kissing your forehead.

"- next time I won't let anyone near you, do you hear? They will shatter into small pieces."

You smiled at his words, deserved another kiss on the forehead.

You talked for a long time about what happened while you were away.

Heavy

A broad-shouldered figure entered the ward, you felt really big hands on your hands

"- My God, how could I let this happen."

You comfort him by stroking his huge hands.

"- I'm glad that you stayed alive. Darling, please be careful next time, I don't want to lose you."

You nodded, giving him a warm smile.

"-I brought you a couple of books, do you mind if I read Nekrasov to you?"

You nodded with a smile. Although I was worried that you might not understand something.

But it was nice for you to hear his native speech and see how he smiles from the realization that you like to listen to his native speech. You knew that most likely he does this to distract you from bad thoughts. He often read different writers to you to calm down or lull

"-Гляжу с тоской на розы я и тернии

И думой мчусь на край миров:

Моя душа в Саратовской губернии,

У светлых волжских берегов.

Я близ нее! О рай, о наслажденье!

Как на мечтах я скоро прискакал!

Бывало, я имел туда хождение

И словно конь почтовый уставал..."

Engineer

The engineer turns up next to you pretty quickly

"-oh, sorry, partner, I couldn't be there, you know..."

You calm him down with a nod

"-if it helps you, I've collected special stilts for you. With the help of them, you will be able to get back on your feet 3 days faster than expected! I tested them with a Medic, he said that everythin' should be fine!!"

You could see the sparkle in his eyes, even through his goggles.

"thank you, Dell."

You say it softly. It was actually quite painful to speak. But after hearing your speech, he relaxed even more

"-darlin', I couldn't sleep all those nights how long you were gone! I'm glad that everything is fine. I don't want to lose you." he raises your hand to kiss it.

You nodded to him with a smile, pet the robotic hand, he gently moved towards you to kiss you on the cheek.

Medic

He was sitting in the office next to you the whole time, nervous and watching how you were feeling. As soon as you felt good enough, and the beeping devices attached to you began to show some indicators that were clear only to him, Ludwig jumped up to your bed holding your hands and rejoicing

"- Yes!!! Yes!! I was able to save you! Zhis is my greatest triumph! Another 2 minutes and your torn stomach would have killed you! But I managed to fix everyzhing. Patched up zhere, here, you are the crown of my work in medicine over the past year! Hohohoo~"

You were happy that your beloved psycho is doing well. He's so charmingly proud of himself.

He was there for the rest of the time. Sometimes by injecting something into you or giving you pills. Your condition only improved, and the pain receded. He's really a master at it! you ask him to come closer to kiss his forehead

"Oh, no-no-no herr Y/N, you can't move yet! Ich do it myself!" and he comes closer, kissing your forehead. Kind and truly loving

Sniper

You woke up from familiar warm hands on your own, the Sniper looked sad, but still managed to smile for you

"-Those were the scariest 4 days of my life in this year ..."

You know how hard Bushman is going through the loss of relatives. And you were very dear to him. That's why the poor man was so worried.

You stroke his hair on his hand, suddenly remembering that you have something to show him.

You carefully try to open your hospital gown and show him your Y shaped incision. The Medic left it when he was piecing your body together.

He shuddered when he saw it. But he thought it was cute that you decided to point out this little similarity between you

"- thank you. I won't let anyone else get close to ya. I've already found that wanker. Unlike ya, no one will put his brains back into his skull."

You giggled as much as it was possible in your position.

Mick lay on your shoulder and stroked your head in complete silence for a very long time. Until you fell asleep next to him..

Spy

A man in a balaclava shows up in your room with an abstracted face

"You should have been much more careful, it's like you forgot all my stealth lessons"

He didn't blame you, he was just upset.

The Frenchman sat down next to you anyway, stroked your head and took the cigarette out of his mouth

"Please, never hurt yourself like that again. I was very worried"

He hugs you, gently, without touching your aching chest. Sorry.

You sit quietly for as long as it takes while he tells you what happened while you were gone

[mamaestapa]

Nursery Ideas & an Unforgettable Team Dinner

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: Joe shares his nursery ideas with you and the two of you attend a team dinner you'll never forget...

•word count: 3.0k

•warnings: pregnancy, talks of pre-term/early labor, alcohol consumption, a little angst, lots of fluff, and a cliffhanger ending ;)

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June 26, 2023

6 months pregnant

Joe walked into the kitchen where you were making lunch for yourself and the baby. His chest was heaving with each breath he took and beads of sweat were dripping down his face. He adjusted the headband on his forehead that was pushing his grown out curls back as he let out a breath. You could tell he must have had an intense work out.

You turned around and smiled softly at him, "Hi my love. How was your workout?" Joe shrugged as he opened an orange mango Body Armor. "Eh, it was OK." A smirk made its way onto his face as he eyed you, "Would've been better if I had you in there for moral and visual support."

You shook your head, laughing at him, "Oh, so naughty."

"Only for you, sweetheart," he winked. 

You playfully rolled your eyes before turning your attention back to the turkey sandwich you were preparing.

"So what's for lunch" Joe asked after taking a generous swig of his Body Armor. "Nothing special," you turned around and held the plate up for him to see, "just a turkey sandwich and some grapes."

"Looks good." Joe said as he walked up to you, holding his arms out for you. You backed up, shaken your head and pushing him away. Your face turned in disgust "Uh-uh, no way. No hugs for you until you shower."

"Awe, c'mon baby why not?"

"Because you smell and you're sweaty, it's gross!" Joe smirked, "So? That hasn't stopped you in the past..."

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you spoke, "Whatever, please, go shower."

"Ugh," Joe huffed, "fine, mom."

You giggled at him, smiling triumphantly and blowing Joe a kiss as he walked away. He turned around and looked at you with a look, shaking his head at you.

"I love you Joey." You called in a sing song tone. Joe sighed, still a little butthurt that you made him go shower, "I love you too."

About twenty minutes later, Joe came back downstairs with dripping wet hair, gray sweatpants adorning his toned legs, and no shirt on. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw him standing in the doorway of the kitchen. You could practically feel the heart eyes your gaze was turning into as you looked at your boyfriend.

Joe smirked as he walked up to you. "Can I have my hug now?" You bit your lip, pulling the corner in between your teeth. Nodding , you held your arms out for Joe, "Of course daddy."

Joe wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. He swayed you back and forth gently, the two of you humming contently at the contact. Hugging you and his unborn son was Joe's favorite thing in the world. He started to pull away from you, giving your protruding belly a little rub before he pulled away completely.

"Want to watch a movie with me or something? We haven't done that in a while." You asked, a sweet smile gracing your features as you looked up at your gorgeous boyfriend. "Yeah, I will," he nodded, "I'm gonna go put a shirt on, and then I want to talk to you about something..." Joe finished, trailing off his sentence.

You felt your heart drop as he trailed off. You swallowed thickly, suddenly growing nervous. "O-okay?"

"It's not bad, trust me." Joe said, shaking his head and waving off your worried expression, "I think you'll enjoy talking about it."

Joe reached out and squeezed your bicep gently before he headed off to your bedroom upstairs to put a shirt on. You hopped up on the counter and let out a soft sigh as you watched Joe leave the room. You were left downstairs extremely confused. What could he have to talk to you about?

Shortly after going upstairs, Joe came back down wearing an old LSU Football T-shirt. He walked through the kitchen and over to the sliding glass door, beckoning you to come outside with him. You hopped off the counter and walked towards the door out to the backyard. Joe grabbed your hand and lead you over to the swing that sat in the shade near the pool. The two of you sat down on the white cushion, your hands clasped together as you began to sway slowly back and forth. As the swing was swaying calmly in the cool spring breeze, you pushed your hair away from your face and turned to look over at Joe. Joe couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face as he admired how beautiful you looked. Your hair was blowing in the breeze, your skin had that pregnancy glow, and your baby bump looked extra cute today in your summer blouse. You truly looked like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"So," you began with a soft sigh, "what did you want to talk about?"

Joe smiled as he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants. He pulled out his phone, making sure the brightness was all the way up before he unlocked it. You watched him, mesmerized by the smile that tugged at his pink lips. Joe's baby blues sparkled as he scrolled through the device in his hand. He handed you the phone as the smile on his lips only grew wider.

"Peanuts nursery ideas. " You read aloud. You could feel your heart bursting with an overwhelming sense of love and adoration.

Joe had made a Pinterest board full of cute nursery ideas for your baby boy.

You looked up at him, your mouth hanging open with a shocked, yet happy smile, "Awe, Joe!" you gushed, "this is so sweet!"

"I uh, I pinned a bunch of ideas I thought were cute," he said, gesturing to the phone, "and I pinned some I thought you would like too."

Your grin only widened as you scrolled through the many photos pinned on his board. You scoot closer to Joe so he could look at them with you and so you could hear his opinions on each nursery.

"Ooh, this one is cute!" you gushed, "I love the white shiplap on the wall."

"I thought it was cute too, but so is this one!" Joe said, pointing to the nursery he saved that was jungle themed. it wasn't gaudy at all, which you loved. The walls were a sage green and the stuffed animals in the room were all animals you'd find in a jungle. The vibe of the room was soft and gentle, perfect for your baby boy.

"I could see our son having a jungle themed room, you know living in the jungle and all." Joe said with a wink. You nodded in agreement, "I think so too."

After spending about ten more minutes looking through all the pins Joe had saved to Peanuts Pinterest board, the two of you finally had it narrowed down to four nursery themes that you both loved.

One was jungle themed, another was the one with a white shiplap wall, the third was a simple gray theme with lambs and elephant pictures, and the final theme was a traditional baby blue with your baby's name on the wall above his crib.

"I think these all of would be perfect for him, don't you think?" you asked looking down and rubbing your swollen belly. Joe smiled softly, reaching a hand out to do the same, "I agree. I think they all would be just perfect."

You smiled sweetly as you felt the baby kick. You don't know why, but something about your baby's movements made you think about this milestone.

"I know we have a ways to go," you spoke, "but what do you say we get started on it soon? I'd rather be prepared and have it done early just in case."

"Just in case what?" Joe questioned as he looked over at you with furrowed brows. You shrugged before continuing, "I don't know," you rubbed your bump as you spoke, "I mean, he is our first. And this is my first pregnancy, so who knows how long my body will want to keep him in here."

You didn't realize this until you got pregnant, but every expectant mother has an ounce of fear that her child will come into the world too early. You know you shouldn't fear it, but deep down you do. This is your first pregnancy, and you truly don't know how your body will react to many of the wonderful milestones of pregnancy. There's a lot of unknown about know how your body will handle labor, or if you'll even make it to term with your baby boy. It's a scary thought, pre-term labor. But you know it's something you need to consider the further you progress into this pregnancy. While there is a lot of unknown and some fear, the only thing that has helped calm your nerves was that you knew you had Joe with you by your side through everything.

You are truly so thankful for him. Without Joe, this journey wouldn't be easy at all.

Joe wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He pulled you into his side, stroking your arm with his thumb as he spoke, "Sounds good to me, mamas." he sighed softly before continuing, "I know you're fearful that he could come early, but I promise you he won't."

"But what if he does, Joe."

"If he comes early, he comes early. He'll be OK, you know why?"

You looked up at Joe, looking him in the eyes, "Why?"

"Because he has a strongest woman in the world as his mommy. Those genes run through his little body already, I just know it."

You wrapped your arms around Joe. Closing your eyes and sighing contently as you nuzzled your face into his right pec. "You always know how to make me feel better, Joey."

Joe rubbed your back as he spoke sincerely, "Hey, that's what I'm supposed to do. After all the shit you've bee through with me, I'd be a terrible boyfriend if I didn't know how to make you feel better."

You let out a soft "awe" as you pulled away from his embrace. You leaned up and pecked him on the lips. "You're the best boyfriend. Peanut and I are lucky to have you Joe."

Joe smiled, this time giving you a peck on the lips. "I could say the same about you."

You grinned at him as you stood up from the swing. You reached out and grabbed Joe's hand, pulling him off of the swing to join you. "We should probably head in and get ready," you suggested, "dinner party is in an hour."

Joe huffed out a sigh as he stood next to you after getting up from the swing. "Do we really have to go?" he asked, wincing slightly after you said yes. Of course Joe loved his teammates and coaches, but he really didn't feel like seeing all of them tonight for the Bengals team dinner. He would much rather stay home with you, watching movies all night and ordering whatever takeout you and the baby were craving.

"Come on Joey," you grabbed Joe's hand, squeezing it gently as you walked the two of you back inside, "I'll let you pick out my outfit for me." You finished, sending your boyfriend a wink. Joe just chuckled and shook his head at your offer.

Of course you'd bribe him with that.

About forty minutes later after dealing with Joe grumbling about having to leave the house and you rolling your eyes at his griping every ten seconds as you did your makeup, you and Joe were out the door and headed to a restaurant in downtown Cincinnati where you would be enjoying your team dinner. Joe kept his hand on the small of your back as the two of you entered the restaurant. A wide grin pulled at the corners of your mouth as you saw a few of the WAGS sitting at one end of the table, sipping on wine and gossiping about whatever the latest developments in the NFL world were. Joe reluctantly let go of you as the two of you parted ways. You flashed him a warm smile as you walked over to the girls. He smiled back, taking his eyes off of you once Ja'Marr loudly announced that Joe had finally made it.

"Y/n!" Holly cheered, her usual wide grin adorning her features as she stood up from the table. She walked up to you and pulled you into a gentle, yet firm embrace.

"Hi Holly," you giggled as you threw your arms around the blonde, "it's so good to see you." She pulled away from you and brought her hands down to the sides of your bump, which has grown a lot since the last time you've seen her and the other girls.

"Oh my gosh," Holly gushed as she looked at you, "your belly! And that glow! You look so cute." she took her hands away when Morgan and Emma stood up to give you a hug and gush over your pregnancy glow the same way Holly did. The girls were so incredibly sweet as they greeted you. You were so grateful to have such wonderful friends like them.

After greeting all the other WAGS and meeting some of the new faces who you were sure you'd be just as close with, you all moved to sit next to your men. Sam moved down a chair, letting you sit down next to Joe. You thanked him softly, calling him "Uncle Sam" which instantly brought a smile to his face. Joe smiled softly at the two of you as he brought a hand over to rest on your belly. You looked over at him, eyes widening slightly at the contact. Before leaving, you and Joe both agreed to keep the PDA and any attention to your baby bump at a minimum--since the fans still didn't know Joe was the father of your baby.

"I don't care," he said simply as his shoulders shrugged, "I love you and our baby and I'm not going to hide that anymore. If the fans find out, they find out. They were going to eventually anyways."

You just nodded at Joe's words as you placed your hand over his. He had a point. What was the point in hiding who the father of your baby is? The whole world is going to find out once he's born.

You and Joe spent the next couple minutes catching up with Tee, Ja'Marr, Logan and Morgan while more players and coaches arrived. Once most of the team was settled and had their drinks ordered, Zac decided now was the time to give a short and sincere speech, showing his appreciation for every one in attendance.

Zac's wife Sarah tapped the edge of her glass, getting every ones attention for her husband. Zac thanked his wife before he clapped his hands together and started speaking.

"I wanted to take a moment and thank all of you for coming out for this team dinner. I know you all have busy schedules this off-season before we start preparing for training camp and the upcoming season, but it means a lot to me, my wife, and the rest of the coaching staff that you all made an effort to attend. I just want to say thank you for all of your hard work and dedication. I truly couldn't ask for a better group of guys to coach, a better staff to work alongside with," he looked at you as he said the next part, "including our amazing social media manger."

You smiled at Zac, mouthing "thank you". He chuckled softly before continuing his speech.

"But seriously, I'm incredibly proud of all of you and what you and your partners contribute to this team. Tonight is about celebrating all of you, what we've accomplished, and what we will accomplish." Zac picked up his beer, holding it up in a toast.

"Who Dey!" He cheered. A chorus of upbeat "Who Dey"s filled the restaurant as everyone else held their drinks up in a toast. You turned to Joe, clinking your mocktail glass against his mojito. He smiled and pulled you into a sweet kiss before the two of you took a drink.

You looked around the room, smiling as you looked at all of the players and wives and girlfriends. You were so blessed to be apart of a team and organization like the Bengals. Everyone in attendance seemed to already be having blast.

This was going to be a great party. Or so you thought...

hi loves!!

i finally updated again…YAY lol. i deeply apologize for how long its taking me to get updates for this series out. college/finals week was really getting to me…BUT i passed all my finals and actually did extremely well in all of my classes for my first semester, so taking more time to focus on school really paid off :)

but enough about me and college, i wonder what could possibly happen at this team dinner👀 i decided to end it off at the cliffhanger and save the angst for the next chapter. if you’re an angst girlie, these next couple chapters are for you! you should know by now i never joe thinks fluffy for long in this series (at least, for now)😉

as always, thank you all so much for your patience, your support, and your kindness. all of the votes, comments, reblogs, and kind words from all of you my loves is what keeps me going. that goes for readers of all of my work and posts, you all mean so much to me. THANK YOU!🫂🤍

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