#patrick mahomes fluff

[lostaurorax]

our mvp- patrick mahomes.

pairing| husband!patrick mahomes x wife!reader

summary| patrick and his growing family celebrate the chiefs third super bowl win at their parade

authors note| this is my first time writing for patrick and tbh i actually love how this came out! i switched a few things up from his current life in this story that i think flowed better! lmk what you think!!! 💓💓

the past few days had been absolute chaos but in a good way. the chiefs had won the super bowl for the third time and you’re husband had won mvp. things had been really good.

your 4-year-old son was absolutely ecstatic about everything that had happened. he was his dad's second biggest fan (after you of course). he adored pat and was his twin and mirrored all of his actions. so when you pulled up to the big party bus he immediately freaked out knowing he’d be able to celebrate with his dad.

“daddy the bus has the chiefs logo on it!!” your son bronze said in awe as he stared out the window. “yeah buddy i know. wanna get on it?” patrick said as he smiled at your son “um YEAH!!” he said practically jumping out of his seat when the car had come to a stop. “let’s go mommy & daddy!!!” he said as you followed behind him as quickly as you could at 6 months pregnant

“i’m comin' baby!” you said as pat stepped out before you and assisted you out of the car. his hand was placed supportively on your lower back as you both walked behind your eager son to the bus. “i told you he’d be more excited than you.” you said to your husband as you looked up at him “i really didn’t think he’d be that excited” pat said as he laughed “babe you’re his idol anything that involves you automatically makes him excited.” you said as you stopped before getting into the bus “i got so lucky with you three…” he said as he rubbed your belly and leaned in to kiss your lips “mom, dad!!!! come on everybody’s waiting for you!” you’re son said as he looked down at you from the top of the bus. “we’re comin!” you said as you chuckled “i love you baby, you’re our mvp..” you said placing your hand on his chest and placing a kiss on his cheek before slowly climbing up the stairs of the bus before pat was immediately behind you guiding you up the stairs.

“jeez me and bronze thought you guys got lost down there…” your sons godfather travis kelce said sarcastically as you and patrick made it to the roof of the bus. “we’ll hello to you too trav.” you said as you gave him a hug “hey y/n how’s the babe doin?” he said as he did his signature fist bump to your belly “she’s doing great! keeps me up all night and in the bathroom every 10 minutes but she’s thriving!” you said with a tight lipped smile on your face “you’re a trooper!” he said as he laughed and patrick came over after chatting with one of his teammates and dabbed him up. “i’m gonna go see bronze babe.” you said to pat as he replied with an “okay baby” and kissed your forehead before you walked away

“bronze you havin fun?” you said coming up from behind your son who was talking to orlando. “yeah momma!!” he said as he hugged your lower half. “hey orlando how are you!” you said as you sat in the seat next to your son needing a break from standing in your heels. “hey y/n i’m good how are you and the baby?” he said trying to look at you and your son as he talked to him. “we’re good! thank you for asking.” you said as you smiled at him “of course! hey do you mind if i put bronze in one of my tiktoks?” he asked as he pulled out his phone and mini microphone. “yeah i’m fine with that! get me in there too!” you said jokingly. “don’t play i will! i actually was planning to interview all three of you guys too!” he said causing you to laugh. he ended up asking bronze a bunch of questions about the nfl and how he felt about everything that had been happening lately and it was super cute.

“okay bronze last question! what are you most excited for coming up?” he said as he placed the mic next to your son. “um well my mommy’s pregnant and about to have a baby so i’m excited to be a big brother and hope i’m a good one!” he said nervously which immediately brought tears to your eyes. “wow bud that was actually really sweet!” he said as he pretended to wipe tears from his eyes but then he saw you and signaled the recorder to put the camera on you. “y/n you good?” he said slightly concerned “yeah yeah that was just really sweet…” you said as you squeezed your son and kissed all over his face “mom stop!!” he said trying to break free from your grip until you finally let go. “we’ll let’s interview y/n mahomes now! seems only right.” orlando said as he moved to sit in the seat next to you as you were laughing as you wiped your tears “sorry pregnancy hormones make me so emotional.” you said as you looked at the camera.

“nah it’s all good! now if you guys have been following patrick and y/n for a while now you know they’ve been together since college right y/n?” orlando said moving the mic to you. “yeah that’s true!! we met in our freshmen years of college and have been together ever since!” you said as you smiled “that’s awesome. i think anyone would say that you’re pat’s biggest supporter and number one fan. would you agree?” “oh, i definitely am. i love him so much and support him with every bone in my body. but i think i’ve got some competition with bronze! he’s trying to beat me for number 1!” you said as you looked slightly mad but anyone could look past your facade and tell that was the opposite. “you definitely do!! i don’t think he can take your spot tho! that’s why we got you this…” orlando said as he pulled a fake gold metal out of his bag that had pats face on it that said ‘#1 fan of the mvp” on it. “oh my god…i love it!” you said as you laughed and put the necklace over your neck. it was long enough that it reached your very pregnant belly but it was perfect.

“speaking of look who’s walking over here! let’s get pats reaction to that…” he said as patrick walked over as he had already been looking for you and your son who was sitting on your right side as he slept peacefully. “hey orlando!!” hey bab- oh my god…” he said as he saw your necklace and bent over laughing “do you like…? i’ve won the #1 fan award!” you said as you started to laugh too and he walked over to you. “oh i love it and you’re keeping it for later..” he said loud enough for only you to hear as he leaned in to kiss your lips causing all the men around you to erupt in cheers and you to roll your eyes.

“you ready for your interview pat?” orlando asked “oh yeah buddy let’s do it.” pat said as he dabbed him up. “so sorry to interrupt i’m just gonna go downstairs with this little guy so he can rest before the parade starts!” you said as you got up and picked up your son trying not to wake him. “okay baby call me if you need me. i’ll be down in a bit” he said as he gave your butt a gentle slap as you walked in front of him that didn’t go unnoticed by the other guys as they all looked at each other. “bye y/n & bronze see ya later!” orlando said as the camera followed you two as you walked.

“now pat if you could play for any other team in the nfl what team would you play for…” “hm i don’t know man that’s a hard question but if i had to pick id say….” orlando asked him many other questions some about the nfl some about his past and future and many about you and your growing family. “okay final question before we start moving! who’s your biggest inspiration? the reason you do what you do?” orlando said as he watched patrick’s face light up.

“oh man you already know my answer. my wife y/n is my biggest supporter and i’m so thankful for her you don’t even know. i love that woman so much man and id do anything for her. also, of course, our son bronze is my mini me and i love him so much. and our baby girl on the way! that’s the reason i do what i do for them.” pat said with a huge smile on his face. “wow man that was really sweet. congrats again bro! now go find your wifey!” he said as pat dabbed him up once again and went downstairs to quickly find you guys before the parade started. when he walked downstairs he found your son asleep with his head resting on your belly and you were also asleep right beside him. you had every right to be exhausted because you’d basically been up the last two days and had only been running on a few hours of sleep. he honestly wished he could’ve been sleeping right next to you two but the parade was about to start. “hey baby..” he said as he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb “hm…” you said as your stirred awake “oh man i didn’t mean to fall asleep i’m sorry babe…” you said scared you’d missed the parade. “no it’s okay the parades about to start. if you guys want to stay down here that’s fine, i’ll honestly stay with you-“

“the parades are about to start! let’s go!!” your son said as he was immediately up and ready to go as soon as he heard those words. “alright then let’s go!” you said as you slowly got up from your seat taking pats extended hand. “thank you, baby. now let’s go celebrate my mvp…” you said as you leaned in and kissed his lips. before you could get too carried away your son interrupted you. “not againnnnn come on!” he said as he gently stomped his foot to get your attention causing you to laugh and break away from the kiss. “i’m not done with you baby, when we get home we’ll finish..” patrick said with a smirk on his face. “okay mvp…” you said smirking at him as you adjusted the glasses on his head and walked towards your son and the top of the bus. god, you drove him crazy but he loved you more than anything.

[mariposa-writes]

The Rumor Mill

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Overview: The truth hurts more than the rumors.

CW: infidelity, betrayal, emotional distress, and relationship complications.

As the rumors continued to spread, you couldn't help but feel a jumbled mix of frustration and hurt. Every other day seemed to bring about a new headline or TikTok video speculating on Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift's supposed relationship. You knew that it shouldn't matter. After all, you and Travis were nothing more than friends with benefits. Despite all this, it didn't make the rumors sting any less.

You wouldn't have agreed to being fuck buddies if you'd known what laid ahead. In the beginning, it sounded like a great idea; both of your jobs were too time consuming for any kind of committed relationship. Yet after some time, you started to develop feelings for the six-foot-five tight end, and you couldn't help the ball of anxiety that continued to grow in your stomach, knowing that you'd be the one walking away with a broken heart.

It was Travis's fault, really, for being so infuriatingly perfect. He went above and beyond to make sure you felt cherished, both inside and outside the bedroom. From ordering takeout on your busiest nights to ensuring that your pleasure surpassed his in every encounter, he always left you feeling valued.

He texted you this evening, asking what you were up to. You knew this was his way of inviting himself over for sex. Typically, you'd be all for it, but with all the rumors going around, you decided against it. Sorry, not feeling too good. Started my period. That was the response you gave him. It wasn't completely false - your period had indeed started and you weren't exactly feeling your best either. However, Travis usually didn't mind when you were on your period and the amazing orgasms he gifted tended to ease away any cramps.

You didn't bother waiting for his reply, instead tossing your phone on the white fluffy rug and heading for your kitchen. All you wanted to do was curl up on your couch with a tub of ice cream and watch reruns of love island, to make yourself feel a little better about your life.

You grabbed the rocky road from the fridge, doing just that as you snuggled into your comfy couch. You only made it through one and a half episodes, before your door bell was ringing. You groaned, throwing the blanket off of you and heading for the front door.

It was probably your stupid neighbor lady, wanting to complain about how you didn't hid your trashcans well enough. You yanked open the door, ready to go off on the poor soul standing on the other size, but to your surprise Travis was there with flowers and a grocery bag in his hand, a Walgreens bag specifically.

"Brought you some things to help you feel better," he announced, his tone gentle and caring, making your stomach flutter. Without a word, you stepped aside, inviting him into your space.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he placed the bag and flowers on your spotless kitchen counter. The vibrant bouquet added a touch of color to the room, and you couldn't help but appreciate the gesture even though a knot of mixed emotions still clung to your heart.

"Thanks but you didn't have to do that," you said, your voice laced with genuine gratitude and a hint of reluctance. You wanted to convey your appreciation, but the complicated nature of your relationship with Travis made accepting such kindness a double-edged sword.

A scoff escaped your lips, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you turned away from him. If you truly held a place of significance in his life, why did he talk so casually about his potential involvement with Taylor Swift on his podcast? That single conversation had been the catalyst for all the rumors, and deep down, you couldn't completely dismiss the possibility that they might be true. After all, the two of you rarely shared the intricate details of your day-to-day lives.

His brows furrowed, his concern evident in his furrowed brow. "What was that about?"

"Nothing," you mumbled, refusing to meet his gaze.

He persisted, a determined note creeping into his voice. "It was clearly something."

You hesitated, the words lingering on the tip of your tongue. The turmoil of emotions within you was too tangled to unravel in this moment, but Travis deserved to know your thoughts, even if they were filled with uncertainty.

Sighing, you finally spoke, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "It doesn't matter right now."

He rounded the kitchen island, his steps purposeful as he positioned himself squarely in front of you. In a decisive move, he gently but firmly grasped your wrists, his touch demanding your full attention. "You can tell me if something's wrong," he persisted, his eyes locked onto yours, his determination unwavering.

You drew in a deep breath, your mind racing with the weight of the question that had been gnawing at you. Maybe it was best to confront it head-on, to rip off the bandage, even if it meant facing an uncomfortable truth.

"Are the rumors about you and Taylor Swift true?" The words slipped from your lips, laced with a mixture of anxiety and longing. You held your gaze steady, searching for any hint of honesty in his eyes. "Are you two talking, or dating, or anything like that?" The silence that followed your question stretched, urging you to speak again.

He sighed, releasing your wrists and rubbing his chin, his actions speaking louder than words. The lack of an immediate response told you more than you needed to know, and a wellspring of emotions surged within you.

"Seriously?" you questioned, taking a step back from him, anger seeping into your voice. "I thought you had enough respect to at least end things with me before pursuing an international superstar." You were furious, and the betrayal you felt was palpable.

When you and Travis had embarked on this arrangement, you had agreed on one fundamental rule – exclusivity. Despite the lack of a formal commitment, there was an unspoken understanding that you wouldn't be sleeping with other people, even if your connection wasn't officially labeled as a relationship.

He knew about your past, about your parents and your father's infidelity that had marred your childhood. He knew that infidelity was the one thing you despised above all else. He knew it was the reason you had been hesitant to pursue conventional relationships or believe in the concept of love.

You took a deep, steadying breath, your efforts aimed at quelling the storm of emotions inside you. "You need to go," you said, your voice firm and resolute. When he remained rooted in place, you added with an urgency, "Now."

"I'm sorry," he whispered softly, his voice laced with remorse as he retrieved his keys from the kitchen island, his footsteps carrying him toward the front door.

Your silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken disappointment, as you waited for the telltale sound of the door closing behind him. When it finally did, it was as if a dam had burst within you, and the tears flowed freely. Each tear felt like a piece of your heart breaking, and the pain was almost unbearable. You had believed Travis to be a good guy, someone different from the men you had known before. Yet, in this moment, it seemed he had let you down, just like so many others had in the past.

[joeybsversion]

Mine

Joe Burrow x Reader

One of Joes friends flirts with you

Joe walks into the bathroom, shirtless, and in a pair of black slacks. His muscles ripple across his abdomen, dipping down towards the top of his pants.

He holds up two button down shirts by the hanger. “White or blue?”

“Did you come in here just to show off your body?” You tease making eye contact with him in the mirror as you put on your lipstick.

A smirk crosses his face as his eyes gleam with pride. That’s exactly what he did. “I need your advice. White or blue?”

“White. I like you in the traditional black and white suit.” You smile.

“Blue it is.” He teases and flashes you a wink as he heads out of the bathroom.

You roll your eyes and continue to get ready. Tonight was the NFL Honors party. A ton of players from all different teams across the country would be gathering for the annual awards show to honor the seasons best players. Joe was up for a few awards, you expected he’d win at least one.

He’s comes back into the hotel bathroom a few minutes later looking sexier than ever. You wondered if he had any idea how hot he was.

“How’s it look?” He questioned, looking himself up and down and the mirror.

“Incredible.” You can’t take your eyes off of him. “Can you help me into my dress?” You ask, slipping off your robe and stepping into your long gown.

“You look stunning, baby.” He presses his lips to the back of your neck as he zips the dress.

You and Joe made your way to the party and spent the first hour talking with other players and Wags. There were only a handful of other players from the Bengals, so you took the chance to meet some of Joes competitors.

As Joe wandered off to chat with other players, you took the opportunity to sneak out to the bathroom. As you turned the corner to the quiet hallways, you run into a familiar face. As the only 2 Quarterbacks here tonight, Joe and Patrick Mahomes would be giving a speech together. You’d met Patrick a handful of times before at similar events. You always thought he was handsome, but unlike Joe, he was quite cocky.

“Hey Patrick.” You smiled and the quarterback reached out to embrace you in a hug.

“Hey Mrs. Burrow.” He greeted you. “Good to see you!” As you pulled away from the hug Patrick’s hand lingered over yours.

“Not Mrs. Burrow quite yet.” You laughed, flashing your engagement ring on the other hand. “Good to see you too! Is Brittney here?” You asked.

“No she couldn’t make it. Lots going at home with the kids.” He took a step closer to you, if that was even possible. His hand left yours and found its way to your hip. His fingers lightly danced across your hip bone. “You look beautiful.” He is close enough now that his breath coats your lips. “Joe wouldn’t mind if we caught up for a bit, would he?”

“Has anyone ever been able to tell you no before?” You ask in a whisper.

“Never.”

“Well I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

His forehead crumpled as his face fell into a frown and he blinked down at you. “What?” His hand slips from your hip.

“Enjoy your night.” Your turn to make your way back to the party. As you scan the room your eyes immediately lock with Joes who has just witnessed this whole incident.

He storms over to you and nearly ran over Patrick on his way. Up until this moment, Patrick had been one of Joe’s idols, but he wanted to gouge his eyes at for looking at you like that. Like you could possibly be his when you so clearly belonged to Joe. Hadn’t Patrick even referred to you as ‘Mrs. Burrow’ a moment before?

Patrick’s eyebrows shot up when he noticed Joe approaching.

“Baby, why don’t you go find our table.” Joe places his hand on the small of your back and guides you towards the room.

Joe had two crystal glasses in his hand and forced one towards Patrick. “Hey, Man.” He greeted his competitor. “Before our speech I have one question.”

You could see Patrick’s shoulders visibly fall, thinking he wasn’t going to get in trouble for flirting with you.

“When you touched my fiancé just now, which hand did you use?” Joe asked, his voice full of anger. “Your throwing hand?”

Patrick froze. “What - I -“

“My finance.” Joe took a step closer to Patrick. “Long blonde hair, black dress. The most beautiful woman at the event.” Joe pressed his drink to his lips.

“I - I -“ Patrick’s stuttered response stood no chance against Joe.

“I don’t want to see you near her again. In fact, when we sit down, you better not even look at her.”

Joe turned on his heels and made his way back into the room to find you.

Familiar hands find your shoulders and a kiss is planted on top of your head.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Joe takes a seat at the table next to you. “This will be the last time I agree to work with him.”

“It’s okay, Joey. It’s not your fault.”

“I refuse to work with someone who treats people with disrespect and behaves that way in public. I put him in his place, and if I had the choice, I’d do it all over again. He’s a jackass, and I love you. You’re mine. All mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Joe gives you a reassuring smile.

Players begin to take their seats and you both see Patrick making his way to your table.

“I’ll see if we can move tables.” You start to slide your chair out.

Joe grabs your hand to stop you. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You did try to fight him less than ten minutes ago.”

“And I’d do it all over again if I saw someone touch you like that. Let’s make him jealous and rub it in his face.” Joe gives you a smirk and wink.

[thatsdemko]

i will take literally any dad travis kelce or dad patrick mahomes imagine

a/n: dad Travis is such a popular request in my inbox ngl😅(not mad about it I love it)

her little chubby legs carried her small body to Travis, the white sheet of paper with scribble marks all over it proudly wiped back and forth in her grip. she jumped into his lap on the couch hiding the picture behind her back, “what did you make me baby girl?” he asked, she bit her bottom lip with her baby teeth, eyes growing bigger in excitement revealing the white sheet of paper with pink, blue, red, and yellow scribbles all over.

“you like it?!” she giggled, he took the paper out of her hands gasping at the lines, circles, and squiggles that were nothing to him, but to her it was something. of course he loved it, the fridge was decorated in every picture she made him.

“I love it! why don’t you go hand it to mommy to put on the fridge?” the words barely left his mouth before she took off from his lap, rushing into the kitchen where you sat eating lunch. you heard her screaming your name as she whipped around the corner.

“another one?! we are going to have to get a whole other fridge to display your art!” you got up from your seat at the table, taking the paper in your hands, searching for an empty spot on the fridge that wasn’t already occupied with scribbles.

“how about right here?” you asked her, positioning it below the picture of her and Travis on the fridge at career day. she was proud that day to tell everyone in her kindergarten class her dad played for the chiefs.

“yes!” she nodded, jumping up and down watching you grab a magnet to secure its spot. you stepped away slightly shaking your head at the sight of your fridge. you couldn’t believe what your life had become in the matter of five years.

“say thank you, mommy.” Travis appeared in the kitchen, he swooped his daughter into his arms, her eyes meeting yours at the same level.

“thank you, mommy!” she gave you a big semi toothless grin before Travis carried off her to their imaginary tea party. it made you chuckle that the big bad tight end secretly wore pink skirts, tiaras, and played Barbie’s. that’s just how much he loved his daughter.

[angelicsapphire345]

where are all the Patrick mahomes smut/fluff imaginess? I’m dying to read some 😭

[bellasweetwriting]

football and foreing films

spencer reid x reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

plot: football is your thing, and since the start of the season you’ve had invited the team to watch the games every Sunday. After being absence a few times due to the reason of not liking sports, Spencer makes his first appearence at your place one night

warnings: football talk, language, kissing, incredibly cute spencer, too much fluff

note: I thought of writing this since it’s the beginning of the football season and I love football so enjoy !!

word count: 4k

Y/N loves football in a way that Spencer couldn't describe as usual for an FBI agent. Screw that, for a person.

  As a Kansas City native, your team was obviously the Kansas City Chiefs. And since every member of the BAU had their thing that described him best, you made clear that yours was football.

You would invite the BAU to your small and cosy Virginia apartment to watch the games. Nobody besides JJ liked football as much as you did, and even JJ considered you a die-hard fan because you were. You were a die-hard football fan.

"Hey, Morgan!" You exclaimed opening the door. "Is that beer? 'Gimme!" You yelled, grabbing the cases. If Morgan wasn't fast enough, you would have close the door in his face. "The beer came with Morgan!" You exclaimed, making Hotch and Emily stand up from the couch and grab some. "You could have bought colder ones, though."

"You really get grumpy in football season, Y/N," he mumbled, grabbing one of the cans and jumping into the couch next to Rossi. The elder of the group was sipping from his glass of wine. He was staring at the TV as the fans were filling the stadium. "You don't want a beer, Rossi?"

"No, I don't want beer, Morgan," he replied, making the man laugh. "I don't get why you get all excited by these games, Y/N," he told you as you sat down on the floor, opening the beer and drinking. You were wearing your Chiefs jersey and looking anxiously at the TV. 

"Hey, I have to be in your six-hour-long cooking lesson every Friday without having any cooking talent. You can at least hang out with me for three hours on Sunday." Football got you on defensive mode, and you always had to be like that to feel respected in the team.

You've been in the BAU for at least eight months now, and you've become closer to practically everyone. Now, they even give you their Sundays. Hotch sometimes comes with Jack, and he stays playing in your apartment office while you watch the game. The team was your family now... well, everyone except one.

You had nothing in common with the young doctor who's desk was in front of yours. You've had invited him to watch every football game since the beginning of the season with you, but he has never said yes. He is, or busy, or he simply likes to stay home and talk to his online friends about philosophy. You had no idea what Reid fancied to do in his free time, and honestly, you tossed your curiosity aside a long time ago.

The doorbell rang, making you get up from the floor quickly since you didn't want to miss the beginning of the game.

You walk backwards as your sight was focused on the screen. You looked over to your friends and did a headcount to see who was at the door. Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Hotch and JJ were there, so it could only mean that...

"Beautiful lady," you said as you opened the door to welcome Penelope Garcia as she held a box of cookies. "Are those Chiefs themed cookies?" You questioned as you looked at the cookies with red and yellow decoration. "That is so sweet."

"Anything for an important game. And guess who I found wandering through the hallway looking for your apartment."

That's when Spencer Reid appeared in your door frame. His hair was all messy, letting a single curl bounce against his forehead. He was wearing a shirt and a cardigan, definitely not appropriate football attire. You let a little smile as you saw him, being surprised to even see him there.

Penelope let himself in being welcomed by the rest of the team. While she sat down, you were still staring at the young doctor, who seemed even more surprise to be there than you were.

"Hey," you said softly.

"Hey," he replied in the same tone, giving you a tiny smile.

"You brought wine," you pointed out. Spencer quickly remembered he had a bottle in his hand and gave it to you nervously. "Thanks."

"JJ told me that your team is red, so I tried to match a little," he let you know, showing you his red cardigan. You chuckled. "Can I come in?"

"Huh? Oh sure! Come in." He smiled before entering, being received with a smile from the rest of the team.

"Look who's here!" Exclaimed Emily.

"Pretty boy!" Yelled Morgan. "You'll have to sit on the floor, though."

"It's okay," the doctor murmured as he sat down, turning around to look at you walking towards them.

Suddenly, you felt uncomfortable in your outfit. You felt the need of changing. It wasn't your best look. 

You had no idea why you thought of changing into your pretty tight black dress that minute but decided to ignore it and sit down next to Spencer on the floor, on your usual spot.

Not that your usual spot was next to Reid, you always sat in the floor. It was not on purpose.

This is your house, for God's sake, chill out.

"Hey, Rossi, the doctor brought you wine," you said, giving the bottle to Rossi, who smiled.

Spencer whispered to you.

"You don't drink wine? I didn't know."

"Oh no, I do, I love wine. But on football night, we drink beer." You grabbed one bottle and gave it to Spencer with a smile. He just held on to it, not making any movement towards opening it. "Oh my God, the game is starting." 

Suddenly, all your mind was on the game. You didn't care that Spencer was too close to you, or that you were the only two one in the floor. 

You celebrated every yard your team advanced. Every pass that Patrick Mahomes did you were there to scream and cheer for it, and Spencer didn't get it, so you explained it to him.

"The goal is to get to the other side," you whispered to his ear. "Each team has four tries to move forward ten yards, and the defence of the other team needs to prevent the rival offence team of running the 10 yards in the four attempts because then it is their turn to attack." Spencer nodded. Even though you were terrible at explaining the game due to the alcohol and adrenaline running through your system, he now understood the game more clearly. "When the ball gets to the endzone on the other side of the field, it's called a touchdown, that equivalents to six points. After the touchdown, you can either go for a field goal, that is to kick the ball between the goalposts, or you can go for a two-point conversion, which is riskier."

"Got it," he whispered to you. "And why do you like the game so much?"

"It's so organized." He looked at you strangely. "You can't see it?" He shook his head. "There are at least sixty different offensive formations and plays, each one of them with different outcomes. The players have to move according to the positions of their teammates. You can't see it, but each one of the men that are on the line is crucial to get the ball to the other side. If you remove one of them, all the tactic, all the play, falls apart. There is no one play similar to the other, and they have to be able to change quickly if something doesn't go as planned or if the rival team reads your game. There is no game equal to another. There are thousands of different possibilities."

"Like chess," he said, and you nodded.

"Yeah, something like chess." You pointed out the player number 15 the quarterback. "That is the most valuable player on the board. He is the one in charge to change the play in seconds when something changes. If his left receptor is not in his position or was taken down by the rival, he needs, by any source, to pass the ball. He can't be taken down with the ball in hand because it adds yards."

Spencer was impressed. This was the most long-running conversation you both have ever had since you'd met. 

He stared at you as you watched the game. How your expressions would change beneath seconds. The sport was a lot faster than he had expected, but time didn't go quick as he looked at you. It was like slow-motion. He had time to pay attention to the details.

He didn't realize he had been staring for at least five minutes until you stood up screaming.

"That was a clear fault!" You yelled, receiving complainings from your friends as you were blocking the screen. "For God's sake, where the hell is the referee? That was a fault! Get him out of the field!"

"He was lumping anyways," said Emily, receiving an angry look from the rest, including Spencer. "Sorry."

You sat down again, watching the rest of the third quarter in silence, still upset about that obvious fault of the rival team against the left receptor.

Spencer offered you the beer that he hadn't drink since the beginning, surprising you. You gave him a tiny smile, grabbing the bottle and opening it by hitting the cap against the table. 

"You get in a whole new personality while watching football," he commented, making you laugh.

The ads gave an end to the third quarter, and you stood up quickly, walking towards the kitchen at fast speed. Spencer watched you as you ran away, being followed by JJ and Garcia.

"So," whispered JJ to you while Garcia took off her red and yellow headband and left it on the counter, "what's up with you and Spence?"

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't think we didn't notice how you've been whispering to his ear sensually all night?" Questioned Garcia, making you open your eyes widely.

"Woah, Woah, sensually?" You asked, finishing to drink your beer. "No, no, I was explaining the game to him."

"Right, right," said JJ slowly, clearly not believing you. "Sure, mhm."

"Guys, nothing is going on between the doctor and me. I'm actually surprised he even showed up." 

"What do you mean?" Interrogated Garcia as you place the empty bottle next to the other ones.

"The doctor and I are friends, like us right now. Don't try to read between the lines that don't even exist."

"How come you never call him by his name? Or last name?"

You stared at JJ, confused, as you chew one of Garcia's cookies.

"What?"

"Yeah, that's right," agreed Garcia. "You only call Reid "the doctor" like he was Frankenstein or something. I had never noticed before."

You hadn't either.

"I don't know," you replied. "Some of my middle school Doctor Who obsessed personality is still there, who cares? It means nothing."

"I don't know," said JJ innocently, "sounds to me like a nickname."

"It is not a nickname, it's called a PhD, and he has three of them. Now, I'm gonna continue to watch my game. Please, don't ruin that for me too."

You avoided any of their theories for the rest of the night. You sat down next to Spencer again, but this time, you laid a farther away from him. Not so much as to be noticeable for the rest, but both of you could clearly feel it.

The Chiefs won that night, but you weren't as happy as usual. The voices of JJ and Garcia were still rumbling in your head. Was it possible that you were sensually whispering to his ear?

What on Earth did you just think?

"Bye guys, see you tomorrow," you said to your friends as they started leaving your apartment. "I called you an Uber, Prentiss, please don't drive!" You exclaimed to your friend with a smile. "Bye!"

"A good wine is a kiss to the palate," you heard Rossi explain to Reid. The older of the team was clearly drunk, trying to teach the doctor about wine at 1 am while Spencer was clearly not interested in the talk. "And you, my friend, are a good kisser."

You couldn't help but laugh when you saw the young guy's reaction to that phrase coming from drunk Rossi. The man kissed both of your cheeks, rambled something in Italian and left your apartment, holding the empty bottle of wine that Reid brought.

You two were the only ones left, and it was like it was made on purpose. You questioned if JJ and Garcia said something to your friends, but you were too drunk and tired to be speculating, so you just let it slide.

"It was fun," said Reid, cutting the silence that was left between both of you. "Kinda makes me regret not coming the last three weeks."

"Well, football season is long; you always have time to repair for your absence," you comforted him, walking towards the living room and collecting the empty bottles Morgan and Emily left. "I told you it was fun, doctor."

"Yeah, it was," he agreed, helping you leave the empty plates in the sink.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll do it tomorrow," you said, but he continued. You gave up and let him. "Although you'll have to buy an actual red t-shirt for next time. Weren't you uncomfortable all night with that shirt?"

"Nah, I'm used to it," he replied, smiling a little. "Hey, Y/N." You look at him. "There is this... there's this... there is this representation of The Rules of the Game, next Friday."

"I've never seen it."

"It is a French satirical comedy-drama film" he started to rant, making you smile unconsciously. "It is directed by Jean Renoir. Though this tale of the idle rich in France is technically a country-estate farce, it's far more than a mere satire of upper-crust affectations. Under the guise of mocking the bourgeoisie as they negotiate romantic minefields, he had also delivered a cunning commentary on old-world Europe; a heart cry at the hypocrisy of class pretensions; and finally, a rich, rewarding work of art that's equal parts irony and sympathy. "

"Sounds great," you pointed out, and he nodded, like if that was the whole point of his presentation.

"Exactly. This movie rewrote the rules of cinema entirely." He sounded so excited about it like he was quoting it accurately from the textbook. Well, everything he said seemed like quoted from an article. "It's also in French and made in 1939, so you could guess I'm going alone."

And now, you understood why he was telling you all of these. He wanted you to go with him. He wanted for both of you to go and watch the film with him.

"Well, I can go with you if you want." He immediately smiled after you said those words, "but I don't know any French, so it better have subtitles." He nodded, excited. That reaction made you wonder how many times has he had to go alone to this kind of things.

"If you like it, we can also go to watch M. It's the first serial killer movie where the killer is actually portrayed as a victim. It also makes political references to World War II since it was made at the beginning of the war."

"Okay, doctor, one movie at a time." He noticed he got too excited. "After work on Friday, we will go to see your movie."

"Thanks, Y/N. See you tomorrow at the office."

"See you tomorrow, doc." He stepped outside, and you slowly closed the door, looking at him wave you goodbye.

This wasn't a date. The doctor just watched three hours of football, and you were repaying him with a favour. Not a date.

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"Are you ready for your nerdy date tonight, pretty lady?" Asked Morgan, making you throw a pen at him. "Don't get violent, princess, save it for the passionate make out."

"Shut up."

Morgan quickly became your best friend in the team, and you know he would take a bullet for you presented the case.

Sometimes you wished the bullet would come quicker.

Like now, when he was making kissing noises in your ear as you tried to finish your paperwork.

"Don't you have work to do!?" You angrily exclaimed while he found it hilarious. "It's impossible that you finished your paperwork already."

"What are you going to wear? A sexy Doctor Who costume? Or a cardigan and no shirt?"

"Have anyone tell you not to mess with a woman that carries a gun?" He laughed. "And it's not a date. He sat down and watched three hours of football for me, I'm repaying the favor by watching one of his films. Have a problem with that?"

"Not at all, princess, but knowing that those movies don't necessarily have a killing audience, you and pretty boy will be all alone in the theatre tonight."

You rolled your eyes, looking for something else on your desk to throw at him, but not finding something sharp enough.

"Hotch confiscated your scissors when you tried to stab me with them two weeks ago," he reminded you as he laughed, making you angrier.

"At least you know I'm capable of doing it," you said to him.

Reid appeared ready at your desk, receiving a tiny smile from your part.

"You ready?" You nodded, grabbing your purse, your badge and gun. You walked away not before giving Morgan a threatening look, leaving to the elevator with the doctor. "Oh, I found out the movie does not have subtitles, but I can translate you most of it. I've been practising my French."

You smiled at him. This was going to be a long night.

You were scared that the only thing that was in your mind was Morgan's lousy comment about the empty theatre.

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"Okay, so I bought popcorn, sodas and some candy," you said, giving him his stuff, which he grabbed with lack of ability. "Also, this guy sells pins with the poster of the movie on them. I got one for you," you grabbed his shirt and pinned the button to it, making him blush, "and one for me." You pinned the button to your blouse, smiling. "Look, we look like well-prepared film enthusiasts. We rock."

He laughed, walking you towards the entrance of the theatre. You hadn't realized how nervous you were. This wasn't a date, but what if it was? It looked like a date, you were wearing something you would wear on a date. You even grabbed him by the shirt and pinned a button on his shirt.

It didn't sound as sexy as you were making it sound, but it was definitely something.

You both sat down on your seats, looking at the white screen waiting to be projected on. Your palms were a little bit sweaty, and you were envying your company for being so calm.

"So, doctor," you called him, and he raised his eyebrows. " Have you ever brought a girl to watch a foreign movie before?"

Well, what kind of idiotic comment was that? "Have you ever brought a girl...?" What answer were you searching for?

"Uhm, no. You are the first," he said nervously.

That was a valid answer.

Not a date.

"Hey, so, am I expecting you at my place on Sunday?" You watched him as he almost choked on his drink.

"What?"

"Football night. Sunday's game is crucial. Morgan even rambled about the idea of bets, but I don't take chances, you know?" He nodded. "Do you like bets?"

"Not when I can't be sure that I'm going to win." You laughed.

"Right. You always go save, Vegas." He chuckled, but before he said something, the movie started.

You saw him as he accommodated closer to you, and before you could move, you remembered that the movie didn't have subtitles.

He had to whisper the movie to you.

Like you did with the football game.

Garcia's voice as she mentioned the "sensual whisper" came to your mind. Thanks, Garcia, real thanks.

The man on the film started talking, and you could feel Spencer's soft voice near to your ear as he whispered the words in English.

At some point, you didn't even listen to what he was saying, you just worried about the feeling of his soft breathing crashing with your ear and neck. How he sounded so calm, translating each word with delicacy, making regular English sound as poesy in your ears.

After a few minutes of being guided by his voice, you turned around to look at him. Your noses were almost touching each other, and your breaths were crashing onto the other's skin. You liked the feeling.

Ugh, you hated when Morgan was right.

"Spencer..." you murmured his name for the first time. You've never called him like that before, not even in the field. He didn't know how his name sounded in your lips, and now that he knew, it was his favourite sound in the world.

And without saying something else, Spencer Reid leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you and impacting his lips into yours.

If all the striking and fantabulous feelings you've ever experienced in your life would morph together in one action, would be kissing Spencer Reid. Kissing him felt like finishing a book that you read all night or drinking a cup of tea on a cold day. His lips tasted like how eating feels after spending hours of hunger or like strawberries with chocolate under the sun with friends. He smelled like flowers on spring and the fragrance of an antique store in Greece.

You have never been to Greece, but he smelled like that, you just knew.

What you didn't know is for how long you didn't let him go. One second the lights were dark and the sound of a French man's accent is playing loudly, and next, the lights turned on, and the music of the credits filled the theatre, making both of you break apart.

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"Finally, beer, I've been waiting for you," you said to the cases that were on your best friend's hands. "Damn, you brought Morgan again. You could've left him. He's a big boy, he can take it."

"Would you stop talking to the beer? It's weird," claimed Morgan, giving you a loud kiss on your cheek before entering. "Hey, you never told me how the date went."

"See? This is why I tell the beer not to bring you; you are so annoying." You grabbed one of the bottles and gave it to him, pushing him towards the living room.

The doorbell rang again, making you turn around. You quickly opened the door, looking at JJ, Garcia and the doctor standing outside your apartment. You immediately smiled at the sight of Spencer behind the girls.

"Welcome to the best night of the week, ladies and gentlemen. Cookies and food on the kitchen, the rest of the annoying people are in the living room looking at the TV like zombies," you told with a smile, letting them in.

JJ and Garcia quickly walked towards the kitchen, while Spencer stayed next to you in front of the door.

"Hey," he mumbled to you, making you smile even more.

"Hey," you repeated as he kissed your cheek.

You decided to give it a chance, but for any motive, you were going to tell the team. You determined that it was best to see if it works before hoping the team, especially Garcia and JJ.

"I brought wine again," he said, showing you the bottle, and you smiled, "and I was thinking if we could drink it after the game, you know, both of us."

"That sounds so nice, Doc, but next time tell me because I'm in my third beer." He laughed. "You can drink it with Rossi if you like."

"I really need to get used to football mode."

"Yeah, you should." 

You grabbed the bottle of wine after winking at him, walking towards the living room where the rest of the team was.

"The doctor brought wine again, Rossi." The man smiled, grabbing the bottle.

"I hope you listened to my suggestions from last week, Reid," he said, and Spencer nodded.

"You bet I did."

Both of you sat on the floor like last time, and you proceeded to explain the game to him to his ear, even though he already understood it.

[american-satanxx]

Just Patrick!

Author’s note: Keep sending your requests in! 

This is pure fluff and I don’t care. 

I’m sitting at my desk at work, Lady Gaga plays softly in the background as I mindlessly go through the pile of paperwork that has been accumulating on my desk since the playoffs started. Thankfully I have an amazing boss that allowed me to travel with Patrick to watch him play in every playoff game and eventually the Super Bowl.

Dating Patrick Lavon Mahomes II isn’t easy. Not by the long shot. But it’s definitely something I’ll never give up. I knew what I signed up for when we started dating our senior year in college. 

“Hey [y/n]!” My boss exclaims as she peeks her head into my office. “How’s the Super Bowl Champ doing at home? Is he finally relaxing?”

“Patrick doesn’t relax.” I chuckle. “But I think he’s enjoying his break for once. He’s not constantly going over plays unlike that last couple years.”

“Tell him, we’re all proud of him.” She smiles. “I don’t know how you do it. I wouldn’t be able to be away from my husband so many days out of the year. I’m impressed by your self control. I wouldn’t be able to trust my husband. And he’s not as young and attractive as he once was. Your boy is a looker.”

“He is.” I smile. “And he’s loyal. He’s not like other guys his age. He’s not going to go after a girl because she’s hot and willing. We’ve dated since college, I knew exactly what I was signing up for.”

“Even then you knew he was going to be this superstar?”

“Even then.” I nod my head. “You don’t know Patrick like I do. Now can you please let me get back to work? I’ve got a boy and two dogs waiting for me at home.” She nods her head and quickly leaves my office, probably since how pissed I was getting about her and her comments about my relationship. 

**

Just as I’m about to clock out for the day, my phone vibrates on my desk. I look at the phone and see a notification from Jackson, Patrick’s brother. I open the text and see a picture of Patrick with our dogs, Steel and Silver. Steel is sitting behind Patrick while Silver is practically laying directly on top of her dad. I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips. I needed this picture, I’m sure Jackson sensed that too.

‘Thanx Jackson. Be home soon.’ I quickly type before logging out of work and off my computer. I gather my purse and car keys in record time before I find myself making a beeline to my car. I completely ignore everyone as I do so. It’s Friday night, I’m done with work. Their problems can wait til Monday and I don’t care to hear about their plans. I just want my boy and our dogs.

I walk through the door and I’m instantly greeted by the Cane Corso and Pit Bull. In the living room I hear the yells of Patrick and Jackson; they must be playing Madden. I roll my eyes before kneeling before the dogs. 

“What am I going to do with your Daddy, huh?” I ask the dogs. But instead of a real answer, I’m just attacked by kisses from the two of them. “He needs a vacation from football.” I kick off my heels before padding into the living room to find out I was right. They’re playing Madden.

“Hey that’s cheating!” I exclaim, announcing my presence. “Patrick why the fuck are you playing with yourself?” He rolls his eyes at my playful and immature joke before throwing a pillow in my direction. “INTERCEPTION!” I yelll when I catch it. This caues Patrick and Jackson to laugh. I toss the pillow back on the couch before walking up and planting a kiss on Patrick earning a groan from the QB. 

“You’re blocking my game.” Patrick mutters against my lips before he steals another kiss.

“You don’t seem to mind too much, huh babe?” I pull away with a smirk on my lips. “So who’s winning?” I ask the boys as I sit on the couch, curling up against Patrick. Jackson has a big smile on my lips as Patrick begrudgingly points to his little brother. “How is an NFL Quarterback losing to his baby brother?” I question Patrick, laughing my ass off.

“Do you want to play?” He questions, handing over the controller. “It’s not as easy as it looks.”

“What do I get if I beat your brother?” I ask him, taking the controller from his hands.

“My respect?” He laughs, earning a playful glare from me. “And unlimited back rubs for the next week.”

I bite my lip, as I pretend to think about the offer before a smile dances across my lips. “You’re on. Come on Jackson, give me all you got!”

Dating Patrick Lavon Mahomes II is difficult but moments like these make me remember why I said yes to a superstar in the making. He’ll always be this down to earth guy that puts time with loved ones above everything else. He may have a Super Bowl ring but he’s still just Patrick to me. 

[justcallmenikki7]

BTS Reaction To: Them Meeting Your Family for the first Time (Holiday!Au)

Summary: Reader is from America and brings her boyfriend home to have them join in on her annual family holiday.

Warnings: fluff, jealous reader (on two of the boys), proposal!!, mentions of politics in Yoongi’s, just a lot of fluff and happiness.

W.C.: 3k

Notes: I am done with 3 out of 5 finals and I am so excited to start break on Thursday. So, get ready for more writing and updates once finals are over!

Jin:

“I’m nervous,” Jin admitted as you were driving down the freeway to your house.

You laughed, “why?”

“Because I am meeting the love of my life’s family for the first time since we started dating two years ago, AND,” he emphasized on the ‘and,’ making a dramatic pause for effects, “the pictures of your dad you had showed me makes me scared of him.”

It was quiet for a moment before you busted out laughing, “you’re scared of my dad? You have never met him!” You continued to laugh, ignoring Jin’s glares.

“Yes, yes I am.” He sounded offended, “he looks very intimidating and I am intimidated easily.”

“Jin, trust me, my family, especially my dad, will love you.” You smiled at him reassuringly.

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Two hours later, you watched in happiness as your boyfriend and your father were getting along with one another. You knew that Jin was extremely nervous to meet your family, especially your father, but you knew the whole time that they would love him. It made your heart swell with happiness knowing that your future (hopefully) husband would get along with your family. You smiled brightly at Jin as he walked over towards you with a satisfied grin on his handsome face.

“See, I told you that you had nothing to worry about,” you teased, leaning up to peck him on the cheek.

“I know, I just wanted to make a good first impression.” He said with a sigh, a happy look on his face, “plus, I was nervous to ask your father something.” Butterflies filled your stomach at the admission, having an idea on what he was about to say. As Jin got down on one knee, a hopeful look on his face as he pulled out the tiny black box from his hoodie pocket. “Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on this planet by marrying me?”

You could hear your mom start sobbing, causing you to turn around with a ‘really’ look. “I’m sorry,” she a apologized, using your dads shirt to wipe away her tears, “I’ll shut up now.”

“Thank you,” you blandly said, making your mother laugh. Turning back around to a hopeful Jin, tears began making their way to your eyes, “Yes, yes I will.” And at your answer, Jin shot up and brought you into a huge hug, avoiding kissing you in front of your dad.

“I love you, Mrs. Worldwide Beautiful.” He promised, kissing your temple.

“I love you, too, Mr. Worldwide Handsome.”

Yoongi:

Coming from a conservative, back-woods hill billy family, the Fourth of July has always been a huge holiday that your family celebrated. Even though were from a family of conservatives, you developed your own views and opinions on things that did not match your family’s views. Of course, the created controversy for a little bit, especially with your father, your family (thankfully) accepted your own way of thinking and thoughts on things.

So, that is why you are nervous to introduce your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, someone who will say how he feels and is not afraid to make his opinion clear on certain topics, to your family – especially to your dad. But the thing is, the meeting between your boyfriend and dad went smoothly; better than you thought. The person that you should have been worried about was your little cousin, Lucas.

When you got to your house and greeted everyone, you were tackled into a hug by your baby cousin Lucas. As he was explaining his new toy that he bought and how he got a Patrick Mahomes shirt as a birthday present from his parents, he turned silent when he saw a man take his position by your side.

“Y/N, who is this?” He asked in a protective tone, standing straighter with shoulders back.

A grin made its way onto your face. Even as an 11 year-old boy, he still is very protective of you. “Lucas, this is my boyfriend, Min Yoongi.” You glanced over at your boyfriend, biting back a smile at his reaction to your cousin.

“Hi, Lucas. Y/N has always talked about you in South Korea, always excited to tell me about you.” Your boyfriend explained, telling the truth about how you always talked about your baby cousin.

“Hmm,” Lucas replied, trying to not show how happy he was to hear that you missed him as much as he missed his role model, you. “Well, be nice to Y/N, because if you don’t I will find you, and I will make sure that you wake up to…” he trailed off with a teasing smile, joking about what he was saying, besides the being nice part to you.

Yoongi did not look scared at that, actually, he looked in awe at how much Lucas cares about you, and in fact, a smidge jealous. But he could not deny the love that both you and your cousin shared for one another. He knew that you always looked out for Lucas, how you helped raised him too. He also knew how much it tore you apart when you had to move to South Korea for school, but the bond that both you and Lucas have is unbreakable. And Yoongi admires that because of the age difference.

So, Yoongi wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side, “I promise that I will not hurt Y/N.” Yoongi promised from the bottom of his heart.

Lucas smiled up at him, fixing his hat to make better eye contact with the black haired man, “Good. Want to play catch with me and my cousin Braxton? I have an extra glove!”

Hoseok:

To say that you were not even afraid to have your family meet your boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, was true. Why? Because how could you not be when Jung Hoseok was a ray of sunshine and nobody could ever hate him. On the way to your family’s house, your boyfriend could not sit still from excitement.

He was even more excited to see your family than you were and that is your family that you are talking about. You even felt a little sad to say that, but it is true. But, you could not deny how happy you are to see that your boyfriend – the first boy to ever meet your family – is excited to meet the ones that mean most to you.

So, seeing your boyfriend holding a cold beer in his hand, looking at home and comfortable as he talked with your dad and uncles, standing by the grill as your dad flipped the hamburgers, created a weird feeling in your stomach. Something that made you think that maybe, Hoseok might be your forever. You have never felt this way before, even with your older boyfriends. Hoseok is the first person to meet your family and that says a lot yourself.

“Whatcha thinking?” Your aunt Linda asked you as she took a seat beside you out of nowhere. “you’re thinking if he’s the one, aren’t you?” She asked again, pushing you to answer.

“Yeah, yeah I am.” You answered, a small smile on your face.

“Out of all of the boys you have dated, which have been three, you have never been this in love before. I know it because you never talked with so much passion about them that you have with Hoseok. I have never seen you so happy before, sweetie. I also can see how much he loves you too, by the way he looks at you.” She said, a happy smile on her face.

“How does he look at me?” You asked curiously.

“As if you are the one who made the world. He worships the ground that you walk on as you lead him to the family to introduce him. You both are so in sync with one another, and you both have been here for about two hours. He is the one, sweetie. I know it.”

And as she said those four words, Hoseok turned to look at you, as if he heard those words and smiled at you.

Namjoon:

You huffed in irritation while you watched your cousin Ashley try and flirt with your boyfriend. Okay, you could not blame her because your boyfriend is indeed very attractive. With that, his personality and knowledge makes him even more attractive, so it is hard not to fall or be attracted to Kim Namjoon. What is making you irritated is that she does not care that she is flirting with your boyfriend. She knows that Namjoon is your boyfriend and is still flirting with him very obviously. Your whole life, she has always stolen your chance with someone and always made it her mission to take what is yours. You always have fought back, always stood up to her, but nothing ever works. All of your boyfriends, which have been three, Namjoon being your fourth, she always somehow took them from you. Of course, it was also the guys decision to leave you, but you never understood why she has done that to you. So, when you found Namjoon, you knew that he was the one. That is why you were terrified to introduce him to your family because you knew that Ashley was going to do this.

You could see that Namjoon was slightly uncomfortable by Ashley’s intentions, so seeing him politely deny her, giving her a kind (and uncomfortable) smile before leaving, you could not help but smirk in victory. The look on Ashley’s face at the rejection and the pissed off reaction filled your ego. When Namjoon got to you, you leaned up and kissed him on the lips, showing what is yours, you heard the scoff from Ashley, causing you to smile into the kiss.

“What was the for?” Namjoon chuckled when he pulled away, caressing your check and fixing the Santa hat on your head.

“Just wanted to make a point, plus wanted to show how much I love you.” You shrugged, leaning into his side to watch your mom and aunt take shots of eggnog together.

Catching on, Namjoon leant down to kiss your temple and pull you in closer to his side, “Just know that I love you and no one can change that.”

Jimin:

Why is your boyfriend so perfect?

This has been the questioned that you have been asking yourself all day. Even though you just introduced your boyfriend to your family, today, he has been taken from you by your mom and aunt. Jimin does not seem bothered by this because he wanted to be perfect for your family, something that you always smacked him on the head for because he is, indeed perfect, but you had to remind him to be his self, and not someone that he is not. You did not mind that Jimin was hanging out with your family, you just wanted his affection too.

The reason why you and Jimin work so well with each other is because you both love affection, and being away from one another can be a huge struggle. And you just want Jimin and his hugs.

“Babe!” Jimin called from you from the dining room table, “Come play scrabble with us!” He motioned towards your mom, aunt, and cousins.

Walking over there, you went to pull a chair up next to Jimin since you both were a team, but before you could do so, you were tugged on to your boyfriends lap. Blushing, you ignored the raised eyebrow from your mom.

“Oh!” Jimin gasped in embarrassment, “I’m so sorry. It is just a habit to have Y/N sitting on my lap when we play board games with our friends back in Korea.” He apologized, a huge blush by his actions.

“It’s okay, dear!” Your mother reassured, smirking at how embarrassed you two were, “my husband always liked me sitting on his lap.”

For the rest of the night, both you and Jimin could not look at your mother in the eye.

Taehyung:

You are ridiculous,

You are jealous of a child. You are jealous of your baby cousin Mya because she is getting all of the attention from your boyfriend. Okay, it is a good thing that your family likes Taehyung, well, loves, and that he seems to be very comfortable around your family, something is very important. But Taehyung has not spoken to you for four hours because Mya has had him playing with her. It is no secrete that Taehyung loves children, but come on! You are needy and love being Taehyung’s center of attention.

You have to admit, you see Taehyung all of the time and have his attention, but who could blame you? Being Taehyung’s center of attention is amazing. You are truly spoiled.

“Why the long face, cousin?” Zach, your oldest cousin on your dad’s side asked, scaring you from his unexpected presence. Noticing where your gaze was on, he chuckled. “You and Amanda are so alike, I swear,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip from his beer.

“What do you mean?” You replied curiously, looking up at him.

“You both love attention, and whenever you don’t have it, you both turn pouty,” He ruffled your hair in a teasing manner. “But don’t worry, Taehyung, is that how you pronounce it? Yes, cool. Anyways, he always glances to see where you are and makes sure that you aren’t far away. He hasn’t totally forgotten about you.”

“He does?” Insecurity evident in your voice, something Zach knew would be in your tone. He knows about the past assholes, so seeing you with someone who truly does love you makes you happy.

“Of course, Y/N, I wouldn’t say that if it wasn’t true. I know when a guy loves someone, and Taehyung loves you. It is hard to miss from how passionate he talked about you to your father in front of my dad and I, and your uncle John. Taehyung loves you.”

A huge smile made its way onto your face at his words, your heart pounding and butterflies in your stomach. “I love him,” you confessed to Zach.

“Oh, I know. Your Instagram is filled with pictures of you two, more than Amanda’s. Wait, Amanda only has two pictures of us while I have ten! I’ll be back in a little. AMANDA!” Zach yelled for his fiancé.

Jungkook:

Jungkook thought that your dad was the only main concerned that he had to worry about but turns out that he was wrong. The person that he had to worry about was your aunt Sandy. Finding himself sitting in a lawn chair, underneath a tree for shade from the July sun, he was facing more questions than he has in one interview.

“So, tell me about yourself,” your Aunt Sandy asked, “What’s your favorite hobby? Have you gone to school? What’s it like to be a famous person? What is your intention with my niece?”

The desperate look that Jungkook threw you had you cackling. Being questioned by your Aunt Sandy can be scary sometimes, and Jungkook is now facing that.

“I don’t know much about South Korea, but do you guys celebrate something close to the Fourth of July? Have you ever lit a firework before?”

“I love photography, so that is how Y/N and I met. Yes, I have gone to school and still in school. It is very pressuring and is nothing like people think it is, Korea is very pressuring and strict for idols. Y/N and I will be coming up to our one-year anniversary and I plan on having more with her. And we have a lot of public holiday’s and ceremonies. We do have Memorial Day where we celebrate on June 6th for the men and women who died while in military service or in the independence movement, there is a ceremony held for this at the Seoul National Cemetery.”

After Jungkook’s answers, your Aunt Sandy was hooked and wanted to learn more about South Korea and their holiday’s, and their culture. Some of your family followed, also intrigued to know more about Korea, and wanting to learn more. Jungkook loved this, very excited to talk about his home and even about his Hyung’s. You could see the happiness and excitement on his face, even in his voice.

When it turned darker, your little cousins and your uncles went to get the fireworks ready. Jungkook grabbed his chair and a loose blanket for you two, he took them to where everyone was situating their selves to get ready to see the finale of fireworks. Placing his chair to the side, wanting to get a little space from your family, along with wanting to have you to himself, he pulled you onto his lap, helping you get comfortable.

“Your Aunt Sandy made me nervous, but I like her though,” he admitted, face perched up on your shoulder.

“Yeah, she has a specialty in that.” You chuckled, “You seem very comfortable with the family, which makes me happy.”

“I love your family, plus, I know that I want to have a future with you, so of course I am going to make it my mission to get along with your family.”

“You want a future?” You asked shocked, surprising Jungkook.

“Of course, jagi. You may be my first girlfriend and we have only been together for almost one year, but I know that I want you in my life, for as long as possible. I hope you feel the same.”

Not knowing what to say, you sat up, turned around to face your boyfriend, grabbed his face and smashed your lips onto his. Jungkook was shocked at first, but soon kissed you back, pouring his emotions into the kiss. He took this as a yes, and he never felt so happy in his life. The both of you knew that this was as close to an ‘I love you,’ only wanting to wait for that for when the time is right.

The both of you missed the sound of your mom’s camera snapping and awe’s filling the air. What mattered was only you and Jungkook, and they gave you privacy after that, not saying anything to you both, wanting yo

[junker-town]

All 63 Super Bowl starting quarterbacks, ranked

From the forgettable (Earl Morrall and Chris Chandler) to the GOATs (Tom Brady and Joe Montana).

Coming into 2020, 61 different quarterbacks had started 53 different Super Bowls. At Super Bowl 54, we’ll get two big game debutantes trying to push their storied franchises back to glory.

Patrick Mahomes’ Chiefs will take on Jimmy Garoppolo’s 49ers in Miami, a game that will either give San Francisco its first NFL title since 1995 or Kansas City its first in 50 god-blessed years. The winner will etch his name among the hall of immortals, joining legends like Terry Bradshaw, Joe Namath, and, uh, Trent Dilfer. The loser will dig a bottomless well of motivation to fuel his competitive fire from Feb. 2, 2020 until retirement.

Mahomes and Garoppolo will join a group of quarterbacks who range from elite to Rex Grossman. Their performances vary from historically terrible to enormously successful — and now we’re going to rank them.

Putting all 63 quarterbacks in order was a strenuous undertaking. Super Bowl success came first and foremost, with wins adding extra gravity to a successful stat line. This isn’t a straight-up ranking of every quarterback who has ever played in a Super Bowl — it’s a ranking of the performance and trustworthiness of all those players.

Let’s start at the bottom, with the architect of one of the least exciting championship games ever played.

Dead effin’ last

63. Tony Eason, Patriots, Super Bowl XX

Eason completed zero of six passes, was sacked three times, and fumbled once. He was responsible for -3 Patriot points. Steve Grogan came on in relief and threw for New England’s only touchdown in a 46-10 blowout.

The forgettable and uninspiring

62. Craig Morton, Dallas Cowboys, Super Bowl V AND Denver Broncos, Super Bowl XII

61. Billy Kilmer, Washington, Super Bowl VII

60. Kerry Collins, New York Giants, Super Bowl XXXV

59. Earl Morrall, Baltimore Colts, Super Bowl III

Morton completed 16 passes in 41 attempts over two different Super Bowls, throwing seven (SEVEN!) interceptions in the process). Kilmer was so bad that the only passing play Washington found the end zone with was the product of Garo Yepremian meme-ing himself back in 1973.

Collins added an extra volume of books to the legend of the Baltimore defense with a four-interception performance in a blowout loss. Morrall’s passer rating against the underdog Jets was 9.3, and he was so bad a 35-year-old Johnny Unitas had to try and salvage things (he did not).

58. David Woodley, Miami Dolphins, Super Bowl XVII

57. Joe Kapp, Minnesota Vikings, Super Bowl IV

56. Ron Jaworski, Philadelphia Eagles, Super Bowl XV

55. Chris Chandler, Atlanta Falcons, Super Bowl XXXIII

54. Boomer Esiason, Cincinnati Bengals, Super Bowl XXIII

53. Neil O’Donnell, Pittsburgh Steelers, Super Bowl XXX

Woodley is the first guy on the list to have thrown for a touchdown — one of four passes he completed that day. Kapp spent more time in the CFL than in the NFL.

Jaworski may be a Philadelphia legend, but he completed less than half his passes and threw three interceptions in his lone Super Bowl appearance. Chandler was so eminently forgettable he didn’t even merit a blurb in the first draft of these rankings. Esiason was woefully ineffective against the 49ers in his one and only Super Bowl. What can be said about Neil O’Donnell that hasn’t also been said about a bowl of corn flakes?

52. Jared Goff, Los Angeles Rams, Super Bowl 53

51. Rex Grossman, Chicago Bears, Super Bowl XLI

50. Cam Newton, Carolina Panthers, Super Bowl 50

49. Matt Hasselbeck, Seattle Seahawks, Super Bowl XL

Goff got absolutely flustered in his first big game by the Patriots blitz-heavy defense. The Indianapolis Colts are forever in Rex Grossman’s debt for gifting the franchise their first Super Bowl title in the state of Indiana.

Newton completed less than 44 percent of his passes and forced the world to witness another Peyton Manning Super Bowl win. Humphries did the unthinkable by actually getting the cursed Chargers to a Super Bowl, then needed 49 passes to throw for 275 yards. Hasselbeck dropped back 55 times and managed to score exactly 10 points against the Steelers.

48. Stan Humphries, San Diego Chargers, Super Bowl XXIX

47. Vince Ferragamo, Los Angeles Rams, Super Bowl XIV

46. Drew Bledsoe, New England Patriots, Super Bowl XXXI

45. Jimmy Garoppolo, San Francisco 49ers, Super Bowl 54

44. Rich Gannon, Oakland Raiders, Super Bowl XXXVII

Ferragamo had a 4:7 TD:INT ratio in five starts leading up to Super Bowl XIV, so it’s an accomplishment he only threw one against the Steelers. Bledsoe threw twice as many interceptions (12) as touchdowns (six) in his career in the postseason. Garoppolo played like a Super Bowl MVP for 50 minutes, then crumbled into dust in the final 10 as the Chiefs ran past his Niners for the Lombardi Trophy. Gannon’s five turnovers against Tampa Bay is the reason Jon Gruden was able to command a 10-year, $100 million salary from the Raiders.

The inessential but useful

43. Donovan McNabb, Philadelphia Eagles, Super Bowl XXXIX

42. Trent Dilfer, Baltimore Ravens, Super Bowl XXXV

41. Brad Johnson, Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Super Bowl XXXVII

40. Steve McNair, Tennessee Titans, Super Bowl XXXIV

McNabb threw for 357 yards and three touchdowns ... but also threw three interceptions and executed Andy Reid’s complete lack of clock management perfectly to help give the Patriots their third Super Bowl win in four years.

Johnson did enough to calmly stand back and watch Gannon’s Oakland team repeatedly shoot itself in the foot in 2003. Dilfer put together a tremendous 1962-ish stat line (12 of 25, 153 yards, 1 touchdown), but won anyway thanks to the Baltimore defense. McNair finished one yard shy of a bump up to the next tier thanks to Mike Jones (who?):

39. Daryle Lamonica, Oakland Raiders, Super Bowl II

38. Jeff Hostetler, New York Giants, Super Bowl XXV

Hostetler never threw for many yards but still won a ton of games in his career, a trend that continued when he took over for Phil Simms at Super Bowl XXV. Lamonica was an outstanding 1960s quarterback who couldn’t overcome the early Packers juggernaut.

The guys who were better than the quarterbacks of the early Super Bowl era, but I’m not gonna rank them ahead of Hall of Famers because I like a clean, hate-free inbox

Based on pure performance, these guys were mostly statistically better than the quarterbacks in the tier above them. But the combination of past performance and comparing the NFL offenses of the 1960s/70s to the play of the last 30 years makes a straight comparison difficult. These are the guys you’d like to have leading your team — but if you had the option to replace them with a Hall of Famer like Joe Namath or Fran Tarkenton, you wouldn’t say no.

37. Ken Anderson, Cincinnati Bengals, Super Bowl XVI

36. Colin Kaepernick, San Francisco 49ers, Super Bowl XLVII

35. Jim McMahon, Chicago Bears, Super Bowl XX

Anderson accounted for all three of Cincinnati’s touchdowns against the 49ers in his only Super Bowl; it’s not his fault he had to stare down a budding dynasty. Kaepernick had 364 total yards and two touchdowns and nearly kept the world from a million fluff pieces about Ray Lewis’ redemption, and for this he should be commended. McMahon was great — 256 passing yards and two rushing touchdowns — but really didn’t have to do much against the festering boil that was the Tony Eason-led Patriots.

The old guard Hall of Famers who are nearly impossible to compare to modern passers

34. Fran Tarkenton, Minnesota Vikings, Super Bowls VIII, IX, and XI

33. Johnny Unitas, Baltimore Colts, Super Bowl V

32. Joe Theismann, Washington, Super Bowls XVII and XVIII

31. Len Dawson, Kansas City Chiefs, Super Bowls I and IV

30. Joe Namath, New York Jets, Super Bowl III

29. Ken Stabler, Oakland Raiders, Super Bowl XI

28. Roger Staubach, Dallas Cowboys, Super Bowls VI, X, XI, and XIII

27. Bob Griese, Miami Dolphins, Super Bowls VI, VII, and VIII

Football has changed so drastically it’s tough to compare the low volume passers of yesteryear to the ever-evolving spread offenses of the past two-plus decades. Case in point: Griese threw 41 passes over the course of three Super Bowls. Tom Brady has thrown that many or more in six different Super Bowls.

Tarkenton made it to three Super Bowls and threw six interceptions and only one touchdown. Unitas had a 42.4 percent completion rate and 34.7 passer rating in the big game. Theismann’s two Super Bowl appearances saw Washington run the ball 94 times and throw it only 58 times — and one of those games was a blowout loss.

Dawson threw 17 passes to win Super Bowl IV. Namath found the end zone zero times to upset the Colts. Stabler was John Madden’s perfect quarterback. Staubach was keenly efficient and solid as a runner — he averaged 4.9 yards per carry — while going 2-2 as a starter in the NFL title game.

All these guys were great, but it’s still fair to wonder how they would have fared in a league where passing held greater importance (and was much easier for quarterbacks to do).

The more modern Hall of Famers who underwhelmed

26. Jim Kelly, Buffalo Bills, Super Bowls 25-28

25. Dan Marino, Miami Dolphins, Super Bowl XIX

24. John Elway, Denver Broncos, Super Bowls XXI, XXII, XXIV, XXXII, and XXXIII

Kelly climbed to the mountaintop four times and planted his flag on none of those trips; his Super Bowl passer rating is a robust 56.9. Marino threw for a then-record 318 yards ... but that was aided, in part, by the fact his Dolphins trailed by double digits throughout the second half.

No one in the NFL may have been better at rewriting his own narrative than John Elway. When you think of him in the Super Bowl, you think of an old man spinning like a helicopter blade en route to the Broncos’ first NFL title.

In reality, he was fairly underwhelming in the big game; three touchdown passes, eight interceptions, and two games (out of five) where he threw for fewer than 125 yards.

But hey, he’s still got two rings, which is more than most quarterbacks.

The non-Hall of Famers who blew up

23. Mark Rypien, Washington, Super Bowl XXVI

22. Jake Delhomme, Carolina Panthers, Super Bowl XXXVIII

21. Matt Ryan, Atlanta Falcons, Super Bowl 51

Rypien’s 292 passing yards in Super Bowl XXVI were 115 more than his career per-game average. Delhomme shredded the Patriots’ defense with big plays and came within one Adam Vinatieri kick of a ring (just like another quarterback who’s ahead of him on this list). Matt Ryan was nearly perfect, even when he was being asked to throw the ball entirely too often while sitting on a 28-3 lead.

20: Patrick Mahomes, Kansas City Chiefs, Super Bowl 54

19. Joe Flacco, Baltimore Ravens, Super Bowl XLVII

18. Doug Williams, Washington, Super Bowl XXII

Mahomes couldn’t find any breathing room against the 49ers until he trailed by 10 points in the fourth quarter. Then he led the Chiefs to an 11-point win. He won MVP honors despite a 78.1 passer rating — Brock Osweiler’s career rating is a 78.0. Flacco diced up the 49ers so thoroughly he became a meme. Williams torched the Broncos with four passing touchdowns and a pristine 11.7 yards per attempt, making history in the process.

17. Nick Foles, Philadelphia Eagles, Super Bowl 52

Foles became a Philadelphia legend by being a more prolific version of Hostetler (and catching a fourth-and-goal touchdown pass in the dang Super Bowl).

16. Jim Plunkett, Oakland Raiders, Super Bowls XV and XVIII

15. Phil Simms, New York Giants, Super Bowl XXI

Plunkett turned his career around after escaping New England, recording the second-highest Super Bowl passer rating of all time (122.8) for players with more than one start. Simms was nearly perfect in his lone appearance in the big game, completing 22 of his 25 passes, throwing for 268 yards and three touchdowns, and even adding a 22-yard scramble to completely demoralize the Broncos.

The modern (or future) Hall of Famers who were great

14. Ben Roethlisberger, Pittsburgh Steelers, Super Bowls XL, XLIII, XLV

Roethlisberger has two championship rings, but he’s been kinda awful under the brightest lights; he’s never played a Super Bowl where he’s had more touchdowns than interceptions. Going by title game statistics alone, he belongs in the “inessential” group, but his 78-yard game-winning drive in the final three minutes of Super Bowl XLIII proves otherwise.

13. Russell Wilson, Seattle Seahawks, Super Bowls XLVIII and XLIX

Wilson would be a two-time Super Bowl champion if not for the only interception he’s ever thrown in the big game. His goal-line interception to Malcolm Butler sealed New England’s fourth NFL championship and derailed the Seattle quarterback’s budding legacy. He’s been essentially mistake-free outside of one jumped slant; he’s averaged 9.8 yards per pass in two Super Bowls while running for nearly 11 yards per carry.

He also benefitted from a crushing defense and the pile-driving running of Marshawn Lynch, which puts his performance on a curve. (And yeah, I understand considering Wilson and, later, Eli Manning future Hall of Famers is another debate altogether. I say Wilson is criminally underappreciated.)

12. Kurt Warner, St. Louis Rams, Super Bowls XXXIV and XXXVI and Arizona Cardinals, Super Bowl XLIII

Warner has led three different Super Bowl scoring drives that either tied the game or gave his team the lead in the final three minutes. He’s only 1-2 on the grand stage thanks to the heroics of Roethlisberger and Tom Brady.

11. Brett Favre, Green Bay Packers, Super Bowls XXXI and XXXII

Favre remained the personification of an action quarterback, even if he was beaten out for MVP honors in his lone Super Bowl win by a kick returner. His magic ran out against Elway in 1998, however — his turnover on downs inside Broncos territory with 32 seconds left propelled the veteran gunslinger who preceded him to his first NFL title.

10. Aaron Rodgers, Green Bay Packers, Super Bowl XLV

Rodgers was downright mean to Roethlisberger’s Steelers, throwing for 304 yards and three touchdowns as, for one fleeting moment, Mike McCarthy allowed him to reach the peak of his potential.

9. Peyton Manning, Indianapolis Colts, Super Bowls XLI and XLIV, and Denver Broncos, Super Bowls XLVIII and 50

Manning played exceptionally well to get his teams to the Super Bowl. Then, he put together a 77.4 passer rating and a 3:5 touchdown-to-interception ratio. His two title wins were over the No. 49 and No. 50 quarterbacks on this list. As great as Manning was, there’s not a ton of Super Bowl film on his highlight reel.

8. Drew Brees, New Orleans Saints, Super Bowl XLIV

Brees was the best version of himself in his only Super Bowl appearance, completing 82 percent of his passes and dashing advertiser’s hopes by delaying Peyton Manning’s second NFL championship.

7. Steve Young, San Francisco 49ers, Super Bowl XXIX

Young won three Super Bowls but only started one of them — and what a start it was. He dusted the Chargers for a record six touchdowns, racking up 374 total yards in the process. If not for five years as Joe Montana’s understudy, he might have a strong argument to jump to the first tier.

6. Eli Manning, New York Giants, Super Bowls XLII and XLVI

Manning was .500 as an NFL starting quarterback in the regular season, but something crazy happened when you paired him up with a dominant pass rush in the playoffs. He was 8-4 in the postseason, with two of those wins coming over Tom Brady and the Patriots with the Vince Lombardi Trophy on the line. His career passer rating was 84.1 — in the Super Bowl, it was 96.2.

The G.O.A.T. arguments

5. Troy Aikman, Dallas Cowboys, Super Bowls XXVII, XXVIII, and XXX

Aikman’s first Super Bowl was his best, a four-touchdown performance that ruined Buffalo’s hopes of snapping a two-game title game losing streak. He was worse in 1994 and still beat the Bills by 17. In fact, Aikman’s been the source of some of the least dramatic Super Bowls in NFL history; none of his three starts were decided by single digits.

4. Bart Starr, Green Bay Packers, Super Bowls I, II

3. Terry Bradshaw, Pittsburgh Steelers, Super Bowls IX, X, XIII, XIV

Starr’s 452 yards over two Super Bowls make him the most prolific passer of the early Super Bowl era. Bradshaw went 4-0 in Super Bowls and his 112.8 rating ranks only behind Joe Montana on the list of quarterbacks who played in more than two Super Bowls. These guys were legitimately great regardless of era.

2. Tom Brady, New England Patriots, Super Bowls XXXVI, XXXVIII, XXXIX, XLII, XLVI, XLIX, 51, 52, 53

Tom Brady in the Super Bowl:

6-3

315 yards per game

18:6 TD:INT ratio

65.3% completion rate

7.2 yards per pass

0 rushing touchdowns

95.6 passer rating

These are very good numbers! But, Brady was pretty subpar in Super Bowl 53, even if he walked away with a win. He threw a terrible interception on his first pass of the night, failed to find the end zone, and completed passes to only five players in his ninth Super Bowl appearance.

But still. Nine Super Bowls. Six wins. And he threw for 67 yards on what turned out to be his team’s game-winning fourth quarter drive. Brady stays at No. 2.

1. Joe Montana, San Francisco 49ers, Super Bowls XVI, XIX, XXIII, XXIV

Joe Montana in the Super Bowl:

4-0

286 yards per game

11:0 TD:INT ratio

68% completion rate

9.4 yards per pass

2 rushing touchdowns

127.8 passer rating

A sixth championship ring might make Brady the better quarterback in the big game, but it’s tough to imagine a quarterback — any quarterback — with a better Super Bowl record than Montana, who was perfect under the brightest lights. Brady has the stronger history of comebacks — he’s led five different fourth-quarter, game-winning drives — but Montana is, well, flawless.

Brady is great, and he will probably hold the record for most NFL championships of any quarterback for a very, very long time. But if you need one man to step up in the Super Bowl, history suggests Montana was the safer bet.

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Super Bowl 2020: Kansas City beat San Francisco - Patrick Mahomes provides perfect finish

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Super Bowl 2020: Kansas City Chiefs stage stunning comeback to beat San Francisco 49ers

“We’ve got Pat Mahomes. It’s magic Mahomes, it’s showtime Mahomes.”

And so a week that started with a nation in mourning for a sporting hero ended with a new star cementing his place on the biggest stage of all.

Kobe Bryant’s death was marked by a moment’s silence before a Super Bowl that was as compelling as it was cathartic, as the Kansas City Chiefs finally ended a 50-year wait for glory with victory over the San Francisco 49ers.

To spend the week in Super Bowl town was to see just what this event means to the United States – and how thrilled it was by witnessing one of the sport’s very best players Patrick Mahomes seize the moment when it threatened to overwhelm him.

Stars, storms and saxophones – Super Bowl week staggers

Shakira and Jennifer Lopez provided a glitzy half-time show in Miami

Olympics? World Cup final? Heavyweight title fight?

The imaginary title of world’s biggest sporting event may remain up for grabs but after a week in the glitz and glare of the NFL spotlight the case for this Miami showpiece is strong.

Sporting purists may argue, and they could be right, but in terms of an all-encompassing event that can swallow up a city, a nation, the Super Bowl has few equals.

What other night could boast a guest list ranging from Sir Paul McCartney – still in The Beatles the last time the Chiefs were champions – to Jay-Z, Beyonce, David Beckham, Usain Bolt and Floyd Mayweather? What other game would have The Rock – the world’s highest-paid actor – just reading out the teams?

What other one-off game begins its media commitments a full week away from kick-off?

What other event draws thousands of fans from across a continent just for the pre-game parties?

An impeachment trial and a worldwide health scare were a long way down the batting order of the news agenda across America as Miami and its suburbs became anaesthetised by traffic.

When the elements got involved on Friday night, washing out a Harry Styles gig in town, it barely registered on the party-goers. Across the city Shaq was hosting a club night, while elsewhere the visiting fans could take in Snoop Dogg, Lady Gaga, Guns n Roses, P Diddy, Pitbull, Post Malone and the Black Eyed Peas.

Music not your thing? How about a pre-match event which saw a chef from each of the NFL’s 32 host teams cooking up a dish from that city for their guests?

James Corden’s dad playing Jenny from the block on his Salvation Army saxophone to a bemused JLo and Shakira? You got it.

In the media centre you are treated to the bizarre sight of ‘radio row’ where hundreds of talk radio stations and podcasts line up in a room bigger than some towns I’ve lived in, a clamour of chatter and guests rattling through the air for hours and days at a time. Can you talk about a game too much? Not in this town, not in this week.

And then of course, on game day itself, the annual Puppy Bowl, where 96 pups up for adoption battle it out to get as many dog toys in the end zone as they can.

Team Fluff defeated Team Ruff in Puppy Bowl XVI, with Gina, 12-week-old Labrador retriever-chow chow mix, voted MVP.

Hours later, to mark the 100th anniversary of the NFL, four 100-year-old World War II veterans conducted the coin toss before serving members of the military were paraded to the Top Gun theme. From the ridiculous to the sublime.

You don’t get that at the Olympics do you?

Not in Kansas anymore – Fans’ wait ends in style

It didn’t look like it for three quarters of the game – but this was Kansas City’s time to shine.

All week I’d seen Chiefs fans strewn up the coastline of south Florida like sporting jetsam in the hope of affordable lodgings.

They came in huge numbers, undeterred by tickets on the secondary market starting at $5,000 (£3,817) with some listed at $72,000 (£54,705) each on Saturday afternoon. Not even a small fortune. A large one.

There were fans in my hotel brushing off talk of a 22-hour drive and a trip that cost in the tens of thousands of dollars. This was a once in a lifetime event. Not sensible, but yet essential.

They made an enormous amount of noise inside the stadium, outnumbering their foes from the west coast, and were rewarded by a superb final quarter comeback that will live long in the memory far beyond the fringes of the Missouri river.

After the confetti and the tears, and as Hard Rock stadium emptied around them, a pocket of the same hardy bunch were still rooted in one corner, chanting ‘MVP’ to their hero Mahomes. Those credit card bills will all be worth it.

‘Magic Mahomes’ delivers

If Super Bowl week can overwhelm the casual visitor, how about a superstar quarterback who’s only played 35 games as a pro and has been earmarked for greatness since a young age?

All week the chat had been about Mahomes, how he could be stopped and how he may bend under the strain of his first Super Bowl examination.

With less than 15 minutes left Mahomes was arguably having his toughest game of his career, having thrown two interceptions and seeing the Niners open up a 10-point lead.

But he didn’t break. Instead he guided his side to a famous win.

“It don’t matter the score – we’ve got Pat Mahomes. It’s magic Mahomes, it’s showtime Mahomes,” said tight end Travis Kelce.

“He’s going to be himself no matter what the scenario is, and you know what? I love him. He willed this team back into the game.”

Wide receiver Tyreek Hill added: “We were down and he was telling us to believe in the fourth quarter.

“He could see it in some guys’ eyes, they were getting down, including myself.

“I was like man, are we going to pull this off? And he was like, you’ve got to believe brother.

“He brought the guys together and you saw what happened. We’re something special, this band of brothers are blessed to have one another.”

Mahomes’ own take on his quarter of greatness was simple.

“I never have that mindset of losing the game,” he said.

“I play and compete to the very end, the last whistle, until that clock strikes zero. I knew we weren’t in the ideal situation but I believed in my defense to get stops and they did. We kept fighting and we found ways to win in the end.”

Super Bowl MVP Mahomes is 24. NFL MVP Lamar Jackson is 23. The future of the sport is in safe hands and in a year’s time the madness will descend on Florida once more – to Tampa.

See you there.

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KANSAS CITY, Mo. — Some of Patrick Mahomes‘ earliest memories are from baseball clubhouses, where he accompanied his father, Pat, a pitcher for six major league teams. Mahomes, then 5, recalls seeing his father’s Texas Rangers teammate Alex Rodriguez trying to perfect his swing by hitting off a tee before games in 2001.

The frequent sight made an impression on Mahomes that he carries with him now that he’s the starting quarterback for the Kansas City Chiefs. The lesson: Athletic ability alone is not enough to carry a player to greatness.

“My favorite player growing up was Alex Rodriguez,” Mahomes said. “I remember … how hard Alex worked. That really stuck with me. You see him hitting off the tee for hours, and you’re like, ‘Man, you’re hitting home runs every single game. Why are you hitting on the tee for two or three hours?’ That’s just stuff you see and you remember as a kid, and it sticks with you.”

Twins pitcher Pat Mahomes with his son Patrick Mahomes, now the starting QB for the Chiefs, back in 1996. Courtesy of Pat Mahomes

Mahomes is one of three Chiefs with fathers who once played major league sports, with veteran punter Dustin Colquitt and rookie offensive lineman Kahlil McKenzie being the others. Colquitt’s father, Craig, punted for two Super Bowl-winning Pittsburgh Steelers teams in the late 1970s. MacKenzie’s dad, Reggie, was a linebacker for two NFL teams more than 20 years ago and is now the general manager of the Oakland Raiders.

Both agreed with Mahomes that when it comes to preparing to play in the NFL, having a dad with a pro sports background has its benefits.

“I don’t know that I ever would have tried football if it wasn’t for his influence,” Colquitt said.

In Colquitt’s case, it’s easy to conclude that he wouldn’t have played in the NFL or been one of its best punters for 13 seasons without his father’s help. Colquitt wore his dad’s black No. 5 Steelers jersey for Halloween as a kid in Knoxville, Tennessee, but he didn’t play football until his senior year of high school.

The team’s kicker broke an ankle shortly before the start of the season. With no other reasonable alternative, the coach put in a call to Colquitt, a soccer player who was planning to play that sport in college.

Despite having a father who had been a professional punter, Colquitt knew nothing about kicking.

“When I first started, I was actually dropping the ball right-handed,” the left-footed Colquitt said. “I was literally crossing over to punt. My dad came to practice one day, and he was like, ‘Oh my gosh, we have got to straighten this out.’ I think it was kind of embarrassing for a punter who had two Super Bowl rings.”

A few instructional sessions with his father got Colquitt straightened out. In one of his first games, he hit a 75-yard punt that got the attention of the coaches at the University of Tennessee, where his father kicked in college. They asked Colquitt to walk on, and he did, cancelling his plans to play soccer at Brown.

“It was literally only because of my dad’s last name,” Colquitt said.

But Colquitt kicked well enough his first season at Tennessee to earn a scholarship. He punted well enough the remainder of his career that the Chiefs drafted him in the third round in 2005.

Mahomes and McKenzie might not owe as direct a debt to their fathers, but both players talked about walking into the Chiefs’ locker room for the first time, Mahomes last year and McKenzie this year, ahead of the game — not just because of what they learned from their dads but also because of what they saw.

Kahlil and Reggie McKenzie (back row), along with the rest of their family, the day before the Packers won Super Bowl XLV in February of 2011. Courtesy of the Green Bay Packers

McKenzie said when he was young, he would head after school to the office of his father, at the time a scout for the Green Bay Packers. He would inevitably wind up hanging out with wide receiver Donald Driver and cornerback Al Harris, now an assistant coach with the Chiefs.

“They’d sit there and talk to me about whatever I had to say at that young age,” said McKenzie, who was drafted by the Chiefs in the sixth round this year. “You just see how they carried themselves, just the way they came in and approached the game every day and made guys around them better.

“You just kind of know what goes on in this business. You know what to expect going in, what guys expect out of you. You know what drives decisions that are kind of made behind the scenes. You really know what really matters and [what’s] kind of the fluff. I know what I need to be able to do and what I need to kind of ignore. I know I don’t need to worry about this or worry about that. I just need to come in and work hard, keep my head down, do what the coaches ask me and go out there and help this team win games because at the end of the day, this is what it’s all about.”

Being the son of a pro athlete can have its disadvantages. Colquitt, whose brother Britton punts for the Cleveland Browns, initially didn’t want to go into what was becoming the family business. That’s one reason he resisted football as long as he did.

Mahomes in high school was told that he would never be as good as his father. But by then, he had learned to tune out that type of noise.

“As soon as he could walk, pretty much, I started taking him to the ballpark,” Mahomes’ father said. “He got to be a part of it. He got to dress in a uniform, go out on the field before the game. He was probably 5 years old and caught his first ball in batting practice off a big-league bat.

“He’s always been a student of whatever game he was playing. He always wanted to learn. For him to get to be around me and around my teammates and see what we went through every day, that had a big influence on him. He learned how to act like a professional athlete, and he takes that with him now every day.”

Mahomes remains close with some of his dad’s former teammates. Long-time major league pitcher LaTroy Hawkins is his godfather. Rodriguez had the biggest impact on Mahomes.

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“He wanted to be a shortstop,” Mahomes Sr. said. “He studied every move that Alex made. Alex would take him down underneath the stadium to the batting cages, and he’d let Patrick hit off the tee and show him different drills. He would videotape all of that and show him what he was doing wrong.

“I pretty much knew he was going to be a professional athlete from the time he was about 6 years old. I thought he would be a baseball player. I actually remember betting some of my teammates that he was going to be drafted by a baseball team when he was old enough. I tried to get him to quit football when he was a junior in high school. I thought that was the last sport he would go pro in. The quarterback thing came late, but once he got into it, he was all into it.”

Much has been made about Mahomes’ physical football skills. He can make some difficult throws that many other quarterbacks can’t, and without that ability, the Chiefs wouldn’t have drafted him in the first round last year.

But the Chiefs have been as impressed with how Mahomes has handled himself and his work habits. He’s beyond the typical 22-year-old in those areas. He by all accounts deftly assumed command in the locker room this offseason, which is no small feat on a team that features veterans such as tight end Travis Kelce and safety Eric Berry.

“You can’t overestimate the effect that growing up in that environment had on him,” said Mahomes’ agent, Leigh Steinberg. “From the day he was born, he’s been around professional athletes. You can’t overemphasize what sitting around with Alex Rodriguez or standing around him in batting practice and being around ballplayers does for someone. You can say he’s been groomed for leadership.”

Running back Kareem Hunt recently said that Mahomes is the most competitive person he has ever met, with that competitiveness extending everywhere from video games to the football field. Asked where that love of competition comes from, Mahomes said, “Definitely growing up in a locker room. If you watch those guys, they compete at everything. My dad is the same exact way. He still competes with me to this day. He thinks he can beat me in a foot race.”

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All 63 Super Bowl starting quarterbacks, ranked

From the forgettable (Earl Morrall and Chris Chandler) to the GOATs (Tom Brady and Joe Montana).

Coming into 2020, 61 different quarterbacks had started 53 different Super Bowls. At Super Bowl 54, we’ll get two big game debutantes trying to push their storied franchises back to glory.

Patrick Mahomes’ Chiefs will take on Jimmy Garoppolo’s 49ers in Miami, a game that will either give San Francisco its first NFL title since 1995 or Kansas City its first in 50 god-blessed years. The winner will etch his name among the hall of immortals, joining legends like Terry Bradshaw, Joe Namath, and, uh, Trent Dilfer. The loser will dig a bottomless well of motivation to fuel his competitive fire from Feb. 2, 2020 until retirement.

Mahomes and Garoppolo will join a group of quarterbacks who range from elite to Rex Grossman. Their performances vary from historically terrible to enormously successful — and now we’re going to rank them.

Putting all 63 quarterbacks in order was a strenuous undertaking. Super Bowl success came first and foremost, with wins adding extra gravity to a successful stat line. This isn’t a straight-up ranking of every quarterback who has ever played in a Super Bowl — it’s a ranking of the performance and trustworthiness of all those players.

Let’s start at the bottom, with the architect of one of the least exciting championship games ever played.

Dead effin’ last

63. Tony Eason, Patriots, Super Bowl XX

Eason completed zero of six passes, was sacked three times, and fumbled once. He was responsible for -3 Patriot points. Steve Grogan came on in relief and threw for New England’s only touchdown in a 46-10 blowout.

The forgettable and uninspiring

62. Craig Morton, Dallas Cowboys, Super Bowl V AND Denver Broncos, Super Bowl XII

61. Billy Kilmer, Washington, Super Bowl VII

60. Kerry Collins, New York Giants, Super Bowl XXXV

59. Earl Morrall, Baltimore Colts, Super Bowl III

Morton completed 16 passes in 41 attempts over two different Super Bowls, throwing seven (SEVEN!) interceptions in the process). Kilmer was so bad that the only passing play Washington found the end zone with was the product of Garo Yepremian meme-ing himself back in 1973.

Collins added an extra volume of books to the legend of the Baltimore defense with a four-interception performance in a blowout loss. Morrall’s passer rating against the underdog Jets was 9.3, and he was so bad a 35-year-old Johnny Unitas had to try and salvage things (he did not).

58. David Woodley, Miami Dolphins, Super Bowl XVII

57. Joe Kapp, Minnesota Vikings, Super Bowl IV

56. Ron Jaworski, Philadelphia Eagles, Super Bowl XV

55. Chris Chandler, Atlanta Falcons, Super Bowl XXXIII

54. Boomer Esiason, Cincinnati Bengals, Super Bowl XXIII

53. Neil O’Donnell, Pittsburgh Steelers, Super Bowl XXX

Woodley is the first guy on the list to have thrown for a touchdown — one of four passes he completed that day. Kapp spent more time in the CFL than in the NFL.

Jaworski may be a Philadelphia legend, but he completed less than half his passes and threw three interceptions in his lone Super Bowl appearance. Chandler was so eminently forgettable he didn’t even merit a blurb in the first draft of these rankings. Esiason was woefully ineffective against the 49ers in his one and only Super Bowl. What can be said about Neil O’Donnell that hasn’t also been said about a bowl of corn flakes?

52. Jared Goff, Los Angeles Rams, Super Bowl 53

51. Rex Grossman, Chicago Bears, Super Bowl XLI

50. Cam Newton, Carolina Panthers, Super Bowl 50

49. Matt Hasselbeck, Seattle Seahawks, Super Bowl XL

Goff got absolutely flustered in his first big game by the Patriots blitz-heavy defense. The Indianapolis Colts are forever in Rex Grossman’s debt for gifting the franchise their first Super Bowl title in the state of Indiana. Newton completed less than 44 percent of his passes and forced the world to witness another Peyton Manning Super Bowl win. Humphries did the unthinkable by actually getting the cursed Chargers to a Super Bowl, then needed 49 passes to throw for 275 yards. Hasselbeck dropped back 55 times and managed to score exactly 10 points against the Steelers.

48. Stan Humphries, San Diego Chargers, Super Bowl XXIX

47. Vince Ferragamo, Los Angeles Rams, Super Bowl XIV

46. Drew Bledsoe, New England Patriots, Super Bowl XXXI

45. Rich Gannon, Oakland Raiders, Super Bowl XXXVII

Ferragamo had a 4:7 TD:INT ratio in five starts leading up to Super Bowl XIV, so it’s an accomplishment he only threw one against the Steelers. Bledsoe threw twice as many interceptions (12) as touchdowns (six) in his career in the postseason. Gannon’s five turnovers against Tampa Bay is the reason Jon Gruden was able to command a 10-year, $100 million salary from the Raiders.

The inessential but useful

44. Donovan McNabb, Philadelphia Eagles, Super Bowl XXXIX

43. Trent Dilfer, Baltimore Ravens, Super Bowl XXXV

42. Brad Johnson, Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Super Bowl XXXVII

41. Steve McNair, Tennessee Titans, Super Bowl XXXIV

McNabb threw for 357 yards and three touchdowns ... but also threw three interceptions and executed Andy Reid’s complete lack of clock management perfectly to help give the Patriots their third Super Bowl win in four years.

Johnson did enough to calmly stand back and watch Gannon’s Oakland team repeatedly shoot itself in the foot in 2003. Dilfer put together a tremendous 1962-ish stat line (12 of 25, 153 yards, 1 touchdown), but won anyway thanks to the Baltimore defense. McNair finished one yard shy of a bump up to the next tier thanks to Mike Jones (who?):

40. Daryle Lamonica, Oakland Raiders, Super Bowl II

39. Jeff Hostetler, New York Giants, Super Bowl XXV

Hostetler never threw for many yards but still won a ton of games in his career, a trend that continued when he took over for Phil Simms at Super Bowl XXV. Lamonica was an outstanding 1960s quarterback who couldn’t overcome the early Packers juggernaut.

We’ll see (Part I)

38(?). Jimmy Garoppolo, San Francisco 49ers, Super Bowl 53

Garoppolo was an above average quarterback in his first full season as an NFL starting quarterback in 2019. He threw for an efficient 8.4 yards per pass, ranked second only to Drew Brees when it came to catchable pass rate (81.2 percent), and recorded a solid 102.3 passer rating.

But his Niners have largely found success in the 2020 postseason without needing much from him behind center. San Francisco’s run to the title game has been defined by heady runs from players like Tevin Coleman and playoff record holder Raheem by-god Mostert. If he plays up to his potential, he can stick around near the top half of this list. If he’s his typical playoff caretaker self, he’ll probably fit in somewhere around here.

The guys who were better than the quarterbacks of the early Super Bowl era, but I’m not gonna rank them ahead of Hall of Famers because I like a clean, hate-free inbox

Based on pure performance, these guys were mostly statistically better than the quarterbacks in the tier above them. But the combination of past performance and comparing the NFL offenses of the 1960s/70s to the play of the last 30 years makes a straight comparison difficult. These are the guys you’d like to have leading your team — but if you had the option to replace them with a Hall of Famer like Joe Namath or Fran Tarkenton, you wouldn’t say no.

37. Ken Anderson, Cincinnati Bengals, Super Bowl XVI

36. Colin Kaepernick, San Francisco 49ers, Super Bowl XLVII

35. Jim McMahon, Chicago Bears, Super Bowl XX

Anderson accounted for all three of Cincinnati’s touchdowns against the 49ers in his only Super Bowl; it’s not his fault he had to stare down a budding dynasty. Kaepernick had 364 total yards and two touchdowns and nearly kept the world from a million fluff pieces about Ray Lewis’ redemption, and for this he should be commended. McMahon was great — 256 passing yards and two rushing touchdowns — but really didn’t have to do much against the festering boil that was the Tony Eason-led Patriots.

The old guard Hall of Famers who are nearly impossible to compare to modern passers

34. Fran Tarkenton, Minnesota Vikings, Super Bowls VIII, IX, and XI

33. Johnny Unitas, Baltimore Colts, Super Bowl V

32. Joe Theismann, Washington, Super Bowls XVII and XVIII

31. Len Dawson, Kansas City Chiefs, Super Bowls I and IV

30. Joe Namath, New York Jets, Super Bowl III

29. Ken Stabler, Oakland Raiders, Super Bowl XI

28. Roger Staubach, Dallas Cowboys, Super Bowls VI, X, XI, and XIII

27. Bob Griese, Miami Dolphins, Super Bowls VI, VII, and VIII

Football has changed so drastically it’s tough to compare the low volume passers of yesteryear to the ever-evolving spread offenses of the past two-plus decades. Case in point: Griese threw 41 passes over the course of three Super Bowls. Tom Brady has thrown that many or more in six different Super Bowls.

Tarkenton made it to three Super Bowls and threw six interceptions and only one touchdown. Unitas had a 42.4 percent completion rate and 34.7 passer rating in the big game. Theismann’s two Super Bowl appearances saw Washington run the ball 94 times and throw it only 58 times — and one of those games was a blowout loss.

Dawson threw 17 passes to win Super Bowl IV. Namath found the end zone zero times to upset the Colts. Stabler was John Madden’s perfect quarterback. Staubach was keenly efficient and solid as a runner — he averaged 4.9 yards per carry — while going 2-2 as a starter in the NFL title game.

All these guys were great, but it’s still fair to wonder how they would have fared in a league where passing held greater importance (and was much easier for quarterbacks to do).

The more modern Hall of Famers who underwhelmed

26. Jim Kelly, Buffalo Bills, Super Bowls 25-28

25. Dan Marino, Miami Dolphins, Super Bowl XIX

24. John Elway, Denver Broncos, Super Bowls XXI, XXII, XXIV, XXXII, and XXXIII

Kelly climbed to the mountaintop four times and planted his flag on none of those trips; his Super Bowl passer rating is a robust 56.9. Marino threw for a then-record 318 yards ... but that was aided, in part, by the fact his Dolphins trailed by double digits throughout the second half.

No one in the NFL may have been better at rewriting his own narrative than John Elway. When you think of him in the Super Bowl, you think of an old man spinning like a helicopter blade en route to the Broncos’ first NFL title.

In reality, he was fairly underwhelming in the big game; three touchdown passes, eight interceptions, and two games (out of five) where he threw for fewer than 125 yards.

But hey, he’s still got two rings, which is more than most quarterbacks.

The non-Hall of Famers who blew up

23. Mark Rypien, Washington, Super Bowl XXVI

22. Jake Delhomme, Carolina Panthers, Super Bowl XXXVIII

21. Matt Ryan, Atlanta Falcons, Super Bowl 51

Rypien’s 292 passing yards in Super Bowl XXVI were 115 more than his career per-game average. Delhomme shredded the Patriots’ defense with big plays and came within one Adam Vinatieri kick of a ring (just like another quarterback who’s ahead of him on this list). Matt Ryan was nearly perfect, even when he was being asked to throw the ball entirely too often while sitting on a 28-3 lead.

20. Joe Flacco, Baltimore Ravens, Super Bowl XLVII

19. Doug Williams, Washington, Super Bowl XXII

Flacco diced up the 49ers so thoroughly he became a meme. Williams torched the Broncos with four passing touchdowns and a pristine 11.7 yards per attempt, making history in the process.

178 Nick Foles, Philadelphia Eagles, Super Bowl 52

17. Jim Plunkett, Oakland Raiders, Super Bowls XV and XVIII

16. Phil Simms, New York Giants, Super Bowl XXI

Foles became a Philadelphia legend by being a more prolific version of Hostetler (and catching a fourth-and-goal touchdown pass in the dang Super Bowl).

Plunkett turned his career around after escaping New England, recording the second-highest Super Bowl passer rating of all time (122.8) for players with more than one start. Simms was nearly perfect in his lone appearance in the big game, completing 22 of his 25 passes, throwing for 268 yards and three touchdowns, and even adding a 22-yard scramble to completely demoralize the Broncos.

We’ll see (Part II)

15(?): Patrick Mahomes, Kansas City Chiefs, Super Bowl 54

Mahomes made it to the big game in his third season as a pro and after two seasons as the Chiefs’ starting quarterback. In that span, he’s won a regular season MVP award, gone 27-8 as a starter (including the postseason), and thrown 87 touchdown passes in 35 starts. Those are all monster numbers, and a continuation of that MVP-caliber play could earn him a spot in the top 15 — maybe right alongside a similarly gifted QB with one Super Bowl under his wing, Aaron Rodgers.

The modern (or future) Hall of Famers who were great

14. Ben Roethlisberger, Pittsburgh Steelers, Super Bowls XL, XLIII, XLV

Roethlisberger has two championship rings, but he’s been kinda awful under the brightest lights; he’s never played a Super Bowl where he’s had more touchdowns than interceptions. Going by title game statistics alone, he belongs in the “inessential” group, but his 78-yard game-winning drive in the final three minutes of Super Bowl XLIII proves otherwise.

13. Russell Wilson, Seattle Seahawks, Super Bowls XLVIII and XLIX

Wilson would be a two-time Super Bowl champion if not for the only interception he’s ever thrown in the big game. His goal-line interception to Malcolm Butler sealed New England’s fourth NFL championship and derailed the Seattle quarterback’s budding legacy. He’s been essentially mistake-free outside of one jumped slant; he’s averaged 9.8 yards per pass in two Super Bowls while running for nearly 11 yards per carry.

He also benefitted from a crushing defense and the pile-driving running of Marshawn Lynch, which puts his performance on a curve. (And yeah, I understand considering Wilson and, later, Eli Manning future Hall of Famers is another debate altogether. I say Wilson is criminally underappreciated.)

12. Kurt Warner, St. Louis Rams, Super Bowls XXXIV and XXXVI and Arizona Cardinals, Super Bowl XLIII

Warner has led three different Super Bowl scoring drives that either tied the game or gave his team the lead in the final three minutes. He’s only 1-2 on the grand stage thanks to the heroics of Roethlisberger and Tom Brady.

11. Brett Favre, Green Bay Packers, Super Bowls XXXI and XXXII

Favre remained the personification of an action quarterback, even if he was beaten out for MVP honors in his lone Super Bowl win by a kick returner. His magic ran out against Elway in 1998, however — his turnover on downs inside Broncos territory with 32 seconds left propelled the veteran gunslinger who preceded him to his first NFL title.

10. Aaron Rodgers, Green Bay Packers, Super Bowl XLV

Rodgers was downright mean to Roethlisberger’s Steelers, throwing for 304 yards and three touchdowns as, for one fleeting moment, Mike McCarthy allowed him to reach the peak of his potential.

9. Peyton Manning, Indianapolis Colts, Super Bowls XLI and XLIV, and Denver Broncos, Super Bowls XLVIII and 50

Manning played exceptionally well to get his teams to the Super Bowl. Then, he put together a 77.4 passer rating and a 3:5 touchdown-to-interception ratio. His two title wins were over the No. 49 and No. 50 quarterbacks on this list. As great as Manning was, there’s not a ton of Super Bowl film on his highlight reel.

8. Drew Brees, New Orleans Saints, Super Bowl XLIV

Brees was the best version of himself in his only Super Bowl appearance, completing 82 percent of his passes and dashing advertiser’s hopes by delaying Peyton Manning’s second NFL championship.

7. Steve Young, San Francisco 49ers, Super Bowl XXIX

Young won three Super Bowls but only started one of them — and what a start it was. He dusted the Chargers for a record six touchdowns, racking up 374 total yards in the process. If not for five years as Joe Montana’s understudy, he might have a strong argument to jump to the first tier.

6. Eli Manning, New York Giants, Super Bowls XLII and XLVI

Manning is barely over .500 as an NFL starting quarterback in the regular season, but something crazy happens when you pair him up with a dominant pass rush in the playoffs. He’s 8-4 in the postseason, with two of those wins coming over Tom Brady and the Patriots with the Vince Lombardi Trophy on the line. His career passer rating is 84.1 — in the Super Bowl, it’s 96.2.

The G.O.A.T. arguments

5. Troy Aikman, Dallas Cowboys, Super Bowls XXVII, XXVIII, and XXX

Aikman’s first Super Bowl was his best, a four-touchdown performance that ruined Buffalo’s hopes of snapping a two-game title game losing streak. He was worse in 1994 and still beat the Bills by 17. In fact, Aikman’s been the source of some of the least dramatic Super Bowls in NFL history; none of his three starts were decided by single digits.

4. Bart Starr, Green Bay Packers, Super Bowls I, II

3. Terry Bradshaw, Pittsburgh Steelers, Super Bowls IX, X, XIII, XIV

Starr’s 452 yards over two Super Bowls make him the most prolific passer of the early Super Bowl era. Bradshaw went 4-0 in Super Bowls and his 112.8 rating ranks only behind Joe Montana on the list of quarterbacks who played in more than two Super Bowls. These guys were legitimately great regardless of era.

2. Tom Brady, New England Patriots, Super Bowls XXXVI, XXXVIII, XXXIX, XLII, XLVI, XLIX, 51, 52, 53

Tom Brady in the Super Bowl:

6-3

315 yards per game

18:6 TD:INT ratio

65.3% completion rate

7.2 yards per pass

0 rushing touchdowns

95.6 passer rating

These are very good numbers! But, Brady was pretty subpar in Super Bowl 53, even if he walked away with a win. He threw a terrible interception on his first pass of the night, failed to find the end zone, and completed passes to only five players in his ninth Super Bowl appearance.

But still. Nine Super Bowls. Six wins. And he threw for 67 yards on what turned out to be his team’s game-winning fourth quarter drive. Brady stays at No. 2.

1. Joe Montana, San Francisco 49ers, Super Bowls XVI, XIX, XXIII, XXIV

Joe Montana in the Super Bowl:

4-0

286 yards per game

11:0 TD:INT ratio

68% completion rate

9.4 yards per pass

2 rushing touchdowns

127.8 passer rating

A sixth championship ring might make Brady the better quarterback in the big game, but it’s tough to imagine a quarterback — any quarterback — with a better Super Bowl record than Montana, who was perfect under the brightest lights. Brady has the stronger history of comebacks — he’s led five different fourth-quarter, game-winning drives — but Montana is, well, flawless.

Brady is great, and he will probably hold the record for most NFL championships of any quarterback for a very, very long time. But if you need one man to step up in the Super Bowl, history suggests Montana was the safer bet.