#qb writes things

[quietborderline]

There’s always trouble in paradise for the wip ask!

Real talk? I should work on this and say fuck everything else honestly LMAO because this is probably the most fun I have ever had writing anything in my life. My love of fusion fics and my inner dramatic, theatrical bitch just running amok all over the place. It is glorious.

And yet it is not on my current "to focus on" short list, alas.

Soon, perhaps.

Anyway, I know you know most of this already from hearing me talk about it for years now, but it is a fusion of MEA with High Seas (Alta Mar) which is a Spanish murder mystery show and the idea was first spawned because Jon Kortajarena (my Reyes, as you all know by now I'm sure) is one of the main characters, and the other two main characters are siblings. And in my usual fashion, it takes bits of plot and such from both the Netflix series and the ME games, plus some extra fun, and mushes it all together. So basically, long story short, it's a murder mystery/romance story set on the Hyperion/in Andromeda. It may be one giant fic or it might end up a series like everything else because why the fuck not? Learning from mistakes? I don't know her.

I don't really have a snippet I want to share quite yet. But I have slowly but steadily been working on the soundtrack (though it is still very much a WIP and as such it is unfinished and also subject to change randomly), so here if you want a little musical preview, I guess! <3

[sincerelystesichorus]

let's talk about that one scene in oops

(and fizzarolli in general bc me and my autism r obsessed with this scene and haven't seen someone break it down. also ft. blitz lmao)

just a general scene and vague character breakdown/analysis!

i first of all want to admire the perfect representation of best friends to enemies with blitz & fizz because ugh.

And like Blitz tells everyone this but the way it's so malicious here. Just the perfect simple dig and Fizz's little shit eating grin because it delivered how he knew it would sdfkjsdkf. Shoves Blitz to the side because really that's all he cares to say. Fuck you and what you did to me, bye bye <3 Fizz is so for talking shit and dipping (House of Asmodeus) I love how messy it is but also shows how he really doesn't hold malice for Blitz otherwise. Obviously we see this front and center later in the episode once they start reconnecting, but I like the subtlety and how he's so willing to snap at Blitz despite his usual anxiety with confrontation.

Blitz also knowing exactly what to say to really piss Fizz off once things escalate <3

(Fizz literally so smug and content with himself lmfao)

(smirk wiped off bc hey that's the thing i'm sensitive about!!)

But Fizz keeps his composure. And if you'll let me be alarmingly gay for a second, I love how his version of keeping his cool as a messy gay is managing to basically recreate this drag race confrontation in what is probably my favorite set of Fizzie lines.

eat him up babes. also it's so important that that shitty coffee and fizz were on this side of the street for framing i'll talk about it more in a sec jfskjdfksf.

and now my personal favorite exchange of this entire scene that is criminally underrated imo:

love his face after this line. I SUPPORT DISABLED PEOPLES WRONGS sfjdlkfsdd. literally so fucking nasty with his clown wit but also so justifiable because yeah blitz did just pull this nightmare and dip in fizz's pov. i cannot wait for that to get touched on more likeeee why were they kept apart ugh.

and finally!!

this cut to blitz,, specifically the scarred side of his face is sooo good.

the face of a man who just achieved critical vicious mockery vs. the face of a man that knows he can only win this interaction one way now

Blitz does deserve a little violence maybe <3 Fizz underestimated his ass jjdkfsdlk.

Idk I just love how indicative this whole interaction is for their characters but especially Fizz, it's a perfect build-up for him. Fizz has major imposter syndrome with dual layers because of general haters but especially because of Mammon and Asmodeus. Not on any fault of Ozzie's,, we just see Fizz obviously thinks he isn't fully deserving of their relationship/his situation and the healthy dynamics of it and so do most major news outlets apparently askjfsk.

(full fizzy meme post & also i like how this is a special also like damn do u think they were also apart of the crossword??)

It'll be really interesting to see how his character develops in future episodes because I feel like a lot of what I've rambled about here has come to a resolution after 2 Minutes Notice in the musical special lmao. I really like how here when he goes to compose himself, this is how he does it.

Makes me wonder how many times him and Ozzie have had the self-worth and imposter syndrome conversation before it finally stuck in the Mammon Musical Special. I just love their relationship and how they compliment one another,, and how it projects into Fizz's other relationships because they're healthy for one another. Love my OTP love Blitz & especially love Fizzie. Obviously.

[kandicon]

*writes the same exact headcannons in slightly different scenarios over and over again*

[jrueships]

sometimes i'll think abt a Fandom and wish it were bigger, and sometimes i'll read something from a fandom.. and wish it were smaller

[velvetjune]

I want the hiss to Not be the main enemies in control 2 but logically i don’t know who else would be the random hordes of enemies to fight if the gameplay is similar to the first game

[feline-evil]

The amount of funny videos i could make if i actually had downloadable versions of MTL and wasn't having to watch it on channel 4's shitty online thing

[purelyfiction]

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NFL QB Jake 'Hangman' Seresin AU x Popstar F!Reader

Summary: NFL Quarterback Jacob Seresin is in hot water from a streak of bad decisions, just as you go through the worst public breakup of your life. With people slandering both of your reputations, your publicists hatch a plan to bring both of you back into favor and keep the heat off until spring - that is if you can keep up the facade.

Word Count: 2,999 words

Author Note: :)) I know it's shorter than the first part but I am trying here y'all - I really am. but!!! more Celeste and Jake for your trying monday night xD ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

There are only so many ways to avoid conversation, which is why Jake’s fiddling with the radio. It makes you nervous, seeing how he man-handles the wheel with one hand, the touch pad in the car with the other. Who was the genius to put touch screens in vehicles anyway? That seemed like a stupidly dangerous decision. But you weren’t an engineer so that meant it wasn’t for you to worry about. Or maybe it was since Jake was fucking around with it while operating a motor vehicle. 

“Shit, there is literally nothing good on.” His voice is low before he asks the AI assistant again to play a specific song. You turn your face to the glass of the passenger door, trying to hide the growing smile on your face as the country song plays. “What?” 

“I didn’t say anything!” You defend, looking at him while actively battling the grin. 

“The thing on your face - you’re smiling, why are you smiling-”

“I can’t just smile?” 

“Not out of the goddamn blue like Jeffery Dahmer, you can’t!” It’s now that you realize that there’s a subtle twinge in his voice. He’d relayed plenty of stories to you at the bar but not once did he mention where he was from. And the slight drawl on his lips helps you narrow it down slightly. Well that made sense now. The pop country track wasn’t out of the blue when you pieced it together. 

That isn’t why you’re giggling though. Instead of answering his question, you lean into the door, watching the landscape whizz by. 

“Gonna answer my question?” He prompts once more. 

“I’m just smiling!” You try, looking at him with a laugh. The look on his face is one that makes him look like he’s almost about to explode under the stress you’ve seemingly put him under. Finally, you relent. “I- well I wrote this. That’s all.” 

Brows furrow as he turns down a road. “I’m calling bullshit.” Now your lips part in amused shock. 

“Are you joking? I wrote this!” You give an astonished laugh as you slowly approach a modern looking gate overlooking the driveway to a residence. 

“No. Prove it.” Off the top of your head, you begin to list the chord progressions, C. F7. G7. F7. C. As he parks the car, he’s still being stubborn. “That proves nothing other than you can play the song.” Scoffing with a roll of your eyes as he pulls his phone out, tapping something on the screen. The large gate slowly begins to recede into the bushes next to it. 

“Here.” You hand him your own phone, Google provides not only the lyrics, but the song writing credits at the very bottom. Jake squints and points to the name, reading it out loud to you. “Yes!” 

“That doesn’t say ‘Celeste’.” Now he’s smirking, leaving your head falling forward. You quickly move to your purse, grabbing your wallet and then your ID, throwing it at him, causing both of you to laugh when it hits his face. He scrambles to pick it back up, looking at the plastic. Then, not unlike a bouncer at a bar, he cross references the name on the card to the one on the screen. Jake then has the audacity to bend it for authenticity. 

“Oh give me that.” You snatch both of your belongings out of his hands and he holds up his hands in defeat. 

“Fine, fine.” The gate is open now, a rolling road of pavement that opens up to a mammoth of a house. You pull into the garage, finally moving into the conversation again, somewhat bluntly. 

“Is it so hard to believe I wrote a song about sex?” Jake doesn’t answer. Instead, he gets out of the vehicle, shutting the door behind him. Before you can utter a word, he’s come to the other side and opened the door. 

“No. Though, you writing a country song is.” His head disappears from the door frame and he leads you into the house. “It’s not a bad song. You did the whole thing?” 

You are slowly following him in, your head craned as you take in the massive building. For its size, it’s very ordinarily decorated. There aren’t massive and astonishingly expensive art pieces on the walls or marble staircases - it was… dare you say: cozy? It was familiar and welcoming in the way a home should be, not sterile and rigid like most homes in the neighborhood were. Of course, you only knew this because of Restoration Hardware and the likes. 

Jake is easily leading you to the kitchen, which is less ‘normal’ than the rest of the house. Recent appliances and modern finishes adorn the kitchen, from intricate coffee machines and luxurious wine fridges. He’s stuck his nose into one as you gape at the rest of the house. 

It finally dawns on you that maybe you should answer his question. 

“I did. It was one of my favorites but.. The entire thing just felt too… out of place for my style- you own this place?” Jake nods. You’re not sure if it’s in response to your question or to your response. 

“Sounds about right. I can’t imagine you singing country music.” He’s moved around the kitchen toward the fridge. “And no, I don’t.” 

You freeze for a minute. If he didn’t own this place… 

“Then whose house-“ 

“It’s my mom’s.” Well that wasn’t listed in any of the answers you’d predicted he’d give you. Still, he’s pulling a bottle of wine from the wine fridge, reading the label and then sitting it on the counter. 

“Your mom owns a place… in LA?” He starts digging into drawers, looking for what you can only presume to be a wine bottle opener. You help him in his pursuits, pulling random drawers open. 

“Well… it’s- okay so I bought it for her. She really loves the drive to Big Sur on Highway 1 and so she’s got this place to stay at and then there’s my place in San Diego. My place isn’t big enough to house my whole family, so they crash here when they’re in town for football games, they just take a quick flight up to SD. Or make the drive if they have the time.” You’ve found the wine opener by now and are unintentionally holding it hostage. He’d bought his mom a house so she didn’t have to stay in a hotel in San Diego? And he just flew her home whenever she wanted? 

“So.. you crash here because no one can tell when it's your mom or you here?”

He shrugs. “Sort of. It’s as close to home as I can get without boarding a four hour flight.” Jake pushes the bottle in front of you, and you distract yourself by opening the bottle as he putzes around with his phone. It begins to ring as you screw metal into the cork. You preoccupy yourself with your task as he disappears to the other side of the room. The blonde paces the room as he settles on the phone. An unfortunate look crosses his features and it certainly doesn’t inspire anything confident in you. While he hangs up, you are still struggling with the damned cork in the bottle. “Well, that was my lead security guy.” Jake speaks, leaving your attention on him as you hopelessly tug on the bottle and the jammed instrument in the glass neck. 

“And what does Mr. Security have to say-” your question is punctured by the pop of the stubborn cork. As well as the splash of decade old fermented grape juice all over Jake’s mom’s nice granite counters. And your very new, very white tank top. Defeatedly, your hands let the bottle gently come to the surface, staring down at the mess. For some reason, you don’t immediately respond to the mess. You just… stare.

It isn’t until Jake comes along with paper towels, bumping your hip with his own to nudge you out of the way. “Don’t worry about it.” The wine is cleaned in no time, and you hazily fill two waiting glasses. 

“What a waste of good wine.” You complain, before nearly gulping your first sip down. Jake simply laughs. 

“Happens. Anyways, Wells, he said they can’t get to your room.” Setting your glass down you’re about to explain how reception desks work. The quarterback beats you to it. “Now listen, smartass. I know what you’re about to say, cause I would’ve said the same thing-” he laughs. You tandemly giggle along with him, “the hotel literally can’t get into your room. The key card reader is malfunctioning. The guy who fixes them won’t be in until tomorrow.” The groan off your lips is paired with your footsteps as you move to his living room.

“Great. Well,” you take another sip, pausing in the middle of the room, “guess you made a smart move of bringing me here then. We have an out if we get caught. ‘My room was malfunctioning so like the gracious gentleman you are, you let me stay at your place.” 

“My mom’s place.” He corrects, slowly following you into the room with massively vaulted ceilings. There are beams across it, dark in color. If the sun was still up, the entire thing would be flooded with daylight from the skylights in the ceiling.

“Right. Your moms.” You spend time staring up at them, admiring how he was a whole ass homeowner as you count his skylights. Eight skylights. When your attention comes back to the horizontal plane, Jake looks over at you as he tosses his phone to his couch. When he does, you realize your own voice is softly playing over the built in speakers. 

“Are you quizzing me? Is that what’s happening here?” You squint at him teasingly as he sets his glass down. “No, I’m putting it on so I can learn it. If I consistently listen to things on a loop my brain seems to soak it up - almost like a sponge.” The blonde disappears from behind the couch, down a hallway, leaving you to admire the stone fireplace that crawled to the ceiling, basking in the notes and chord progressions you’d strung together. 

“Oh, so I’m not studying, you are.” You call out to him, letting it echo down the hall. He mimics your call. 

“Yeah. My coach will have me benched if this doesn’t go well. So, I’m gonna be damn sure I know everything about my girl.” 

You know what he meant. The word wasn’t meant to be possessive, or affectionate. Except, coming off of his lips - so naturally like that… it was easy to mistake it for genuinity. 

“That tracks. What are you even doing over there?” As you call out, your feet are slowly making their practiced patterns from choreographed rehearsals timed with the song playing over you. 

The realization makes you giggle. You haven’t performed this in over four years. So it was silly you still knew it. But it also was just plain silly. Dancing around to your own music, tipsy in a multi-million dollar house in the Hollywood hills, with a stranger who let you spill wine on his quartz counters. The whole thing is something from a novel. 

“You ruined your shirt, and your stuff is locked in a hotel almost thirty minutes away, so-” Jake has looped around the couch by now, watching as you step in time with your music. One hand grips to a pile of clothing, his other hand pointing your direction. “If you plan on me learning this then you can forget it.” The clothes drop to the leather of the couch as you continue to step with the words, shimmying for emphasis. 

“Oh come on, it’s so easy.” Moving to the coffee table, you set your glass down, grabbing his now empty hands and pulling him further into the room. “Ready? Just follow my steps.” 

And he does, doing as best as he can as you emphasize the words, using them as the tempo with your steps. You know that’s not how your dancers did it, but that’s how you’d done it. Using the words were like landmarks, signifying when you needed to do specific motions. Jake seems to pick it up, somewhat effortlessly, with an uncanny ease. 

“Oh you totally dance.” 

“I don’t.” 

“You do. Don’t even try to deny it.” You tease him further as the song ends and transitions into the next one. This one has a heavier tone to it, but it doesn’t stop you from following the steps. Your mind floods with the dance moves and the arena tour. The catwalk into the crowd, the sultry steps you took alongside the music. The outfit you’d had on. God, you had felt so hot in that outfit. It was one of your favorite tour costumes. You’d wanted it back from wardrobe when the tour was over - but the Music Hall of Fame had wanted it for a display not even three months ago. Otherwise you would’ve worn it to New Years Eve. It was your favorite. 

It was Jonah’s favorite. 

Jake has stopped dancing at this point. His attention has moved to each of the coordinated moves you made until you got halfway through the song, grabbing your glass and sitting next to him where he was perched on the arm of the chair. 

“Your turn.” You tease, only to sip from your glass. Surprisingly, Jake downs his glass and stands up. 

His dance moves are horrible. Downright awful. But you laugh all the same as he tries to sing along, getting the words wrong.   You shake your head and continue to grin as you begin to sing along to the words. 

“I’d walk through the fire if you were the flame, couldn’t care less if they call me insane, I don’t need the fortune and I don’t need the fame, I just need for you..” The note drags out as the song picks up, your hand slapping against the couch with the drum as Jake continues his terrible rendition. Finally you finish the line, “to say my name. Say my name! I’d take it all on, face all of the pain, say my name!” 

The instrumental approaches the bridge, an overlapping conversation in the background of the audio, ‘Celeste’ over and over in low sounds. But Jake’s voice catches you off guard. He’s stopped dancing by now, but you look at him all the same. Your name falls off his lips again. When you look like you’re about to question him, he just laughs. 

“You said to say your name.” Rolling your eyes, you finish your wine, moving back to the kitchen to grab another glass. You wouldn’t tell him, but so few people called you by it anymore. It was refreshing. You retrieve the clothes he’d dropped to the couch, before giving him a pointed gleam of a smile. 

“I’m gonna go change- bathroom?” He points you in the direction of the room, and you quickly slide in. Once your shirt is off, you’re dropping it into the sink, the water running as you try to get out a stain that was on the verge of being fully dry. That was, admittedly, less than helpful. Still, your soggy shirt is the least of your problems when Jake comes knocking on the door. 

“You okay?” You open the door and show him the shirt in the sink. There’s a low laugh that comes from him. “I have a laundry room- here, give me that, I’ll go put a stain remover on it and let it sit for the night.” You don’t exactly know why, but you are kind of shocked that he offers. You had imagined he would just turn and leave you to your failed attempts, but instead he’s been rather compassionate to your cause. Though, it doesn’t take him long to mock you for your misfortune. You then remind him that this was his wine that was causing the problems after all.

Jake then proceeds to ask you about each song that comes up over the speakers for the remainder of the night. He surprises you with his questions on specific words, asking what they mean and making you laugh as you play dictionary for the man. When the bottle is finally empty, the two of you have sprawled out on the couch, the ceiling having transformed into some form of entertainment for the two of you. 

When you try to stifle a yawn, the blonde slowly pushes from the couch with a low grunt. It makes your stomach surge. Being in close quarters with a man like this was one thing: the sound he’d made was a completely other itinerary. One you never planned on following. The only plans you wanted to follow were the contractual ones you’d signed off on the other afternoon. The way that Jake was standing in front of you, holding out a hand to help you off the couch was making that more difficult. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed, popstar.” Drowsily, you take his assistance, but his strength pulls you up way harder than you were anticipating, leaving you flying into his chest and leaving him to subsequently catch you. When he does, you’re only in a fit of giggles as he holds on tight, feeling how his breath falters as he tries to return it to its regular rate. “You think that’s funny?” He smirks, moving the two of you now in some makeshift waddle, arms locked around you. His breath comes hot over your shoulder as you move through his house - his mom’s house - and toward a room. When the door creaks open, another damn near erotic sound leaves the athlete behind you. You know you didn’t cause that sound (even if you kind of wished you had). That was the work of one disassembled queen bed frame against the wall of the guest bedroom.

[glittter-vamp]

E.R Visits | J.B

Warnings/AN: mention of accidents. mentions of injurires. minor adult language. mention of medications. This is pretty longgg. Fluffly joe w/ a bit of angsty reader. sorry if i missed any mistakes.

(NOT MY GIF)

You rode in the ambulance to the hospital after getting T-boned on your way back home from work. A guy in a pick up truck had ran the red light and unfortunately had hit you. You were still conscious but in so much pain in your chest, head and arm. "We're almost there honey!" The blonde EMT says to you. This was not how you wanted to spend your friday. You were eager to go home and watch your Fiancé Joe play the last preseason game before the kick off game here in cinncy was had for the 2023 NFL games next week. Now you were worried that you had internal bleeding, severe head injury and broken bones. The ambulance finally makes it to the hospital and the nurses immediately take over and take you into a room where they check you out. They do a bunch of tests, take X-Rays and MRI's leaving you in a room in the ER. After a while of just sitting there your sister and mom come in running.

"Oh my god! Honey! What- What happened?" Your mom asks with tears in her eyes. "Some asshole ran the red light." You scoff. "Oh my god...where are the doctors?" Your sister asks. "They just took me in for X-Rays and an MRI. I have broken ribs and a broken arm." You sigh. "Knock- Knock!" You hear someone say and you see a doctor and nurse walk in. "Hey doc, this is my mom and sister." You say to her. "Woah, you three could be triplets!" She jokes. "So, good news, no internal bleeding, just a minor concussion. We're going to wrap up your arm and rib though and keep you over night for observation okay?" She says writing away on her clipboard while the nurse prepares stuff for the cast. "Oh thank god." Your mom sighs in relief.

After a very painful process of getting wrapped up and put into a cast they take you upstairs to a proper room. You meet the nursing staff that's going to look after you and you ask your mom for the time. "It's 7:14" She says checking her phone. "It's almost kickoff, can you tune into the game?" You ask your mom but when she tries to turn on the TV, it doesn't do anything. "Sorry sweetie." Your mom pouts. You didn't have your phone because it got lost somewhere in the wreck. "Okay...so I was able to to reach someone in Bengals management, they were going to do their best to get a hold of Joe because I tried calling him and he wasn't answering." Your sister says. "Yeah he leaves his phone in his locker an hour before the game." You say. "This fucking sucks." You sigh. "It'll be okay honey, the important thing is that you're still here." My mom says getting emotional. "Let's... go get a coffee." Your sister says to your mom giving you a look of " I got this." They leave the room and at some point you fall asleep.

*********************

You feel the door of the room slowly open and your eyes open slowly wondering who was entering. You see blurry the first few blinks and can only make out a tall large figure but your eyes adjust and you almost gasp when you see who it was. "Joe?" You say trying to sit up but your were met with immediate pain making you wince. "Hey woah...stay how you are. Don't go hurting yourself even more now." Joe says softly coming over to sit next to you. You couldn't believe he was here. 'How hard did I hit my head?' You think to yourself.

What the hell are you doing here?" You ask clearly still drowsy from the pain medication. "Well I walked onto the field just to be told my Fiancé was in a car accident and left taking the next flight out of Massachusetts I could find." He says looking at you. His eyes were red and full of worry and stress. "Sorry I ruined your game." You say. "You're kidding right?" He asks looking at you in disbelief. "Y/N... you were in an accident. That game was the last thing I cared about, plus it's a preseason game many QB's sit out on them." He says. You knew that was lie, football always came before everything and anyone. It even came before him but you just remained quiet not wanting to turn this into a fight.

"Where are my mom and sister?" You ask realizing they weren't here anymore. "They just left, met them downstairs. The security guy didn't want to let me in because it's after visiting hours, so your mom and sister went off on him. "Must be a browns fan." You say making Joe chuckle. "I'm so glad you're okay, I don't ever think I've felt that fear before after I was told you had been in an accident." Joe says and you look over to him. "You getting soft on me Burrow?" You tease him and he gives you a small smile. "You should go home and get some rest, I'll most likely get out of here in the morning anyway." You say. "I'm not leaving you." He scoffs. "Yeah you can't leave anyway..." you bite your lip and he raises his eyebrow at you. "I was in your car..." you say and he laughs. "I know, my insurance called me." He nods.

******************* "Okay... nice and easy..." Joe says as he helps you sit down on the couch. You were finally home. Your mom picked you guys up from the hospital and since you couldn't get up the stairs due to your broken ribs and aching body, Joe had set up the couch nicely for you with pillows and blankets. "Your sister should be here with the food any minute, I'm gonna run out to get her prescription. Do you guys need anything?" Your mom asks. "Can you bring oreos, double stuffed. Someone here ate them all last week." You say looking at Joe who just shrugged. "Sure thing honey, I'll be back." She says patting your shoulder.

"Don't you have practice today?" You ask Joe as he hands you the tv remote. "I told coach I'm going to be out all week." He says. "Joe, the season is about to officially start. You can't miss practice." You say looking at him. "You took off three weeks of work when I tore my ACL, what's the issue?" He shrugs. "Yeah my job that has two other people also doing my same job. You can't miss practice or the first game this week Joe. Yo have a whole team counting on you" You shake your head.

"Well, thankfully that's not your decision to make. Now just relax, I have to go call my lawyers and insurance company, apparently the guy was wasted so we're taking this to court." He says getting his phone out of his pocket. "You don't have to do all that, it's just a car- The hell I don't, Y/N. You could of been killed! This isn't about the damn car, now it's really making me upset how much you think I care more about football and the damn car than I do the woman I'm set to marry next summer." He says obviously upset and trying to maintain his voice down and not yell. He leaves you in the living room and you sigh.

You will admit you did feel like shit thinking this way about him now. You knew better than to think this way about him. You sit there channel surfing and you stop on a sports channel that was talking about Joe. They mentioned you and the accident and show a clip of the moment he gets told on the field about what happened to you. He immediately went pale in the face and you can tell by reading his lips that he said "don't fuck with me like that." And he ran off back into locker room.

"We've gotten word that he might be out this first game which could mean a possible bad start to the Bengals seas-" you shit off the tv and look down at your cast. "Hello, hello... I come with lunch." You hear your sister enter the house. "I'm in the living room!" You call out. Your sister makes her way in the living setting the bags of food and drinks on the coffee table. "Where is everyone?" She asks. "Moms at the pharmacy getting my pain meds and Joe's somewhere talking to his lawyers." You sigh. "Oh, good!" She says. "You're behind this lawsuit train too?" You ask as she hands you the burrito bowl you asked her to get. "Of course, you could of been killed? And not you definitely someone else. There was a group of high school kids walking to the football game at the intersection the asshole hit you." She shakes her head.

"Why are you so moody today?" She asks. " I don't know...I guess I feel guilty for fucking up Joe's start to the season. It's like he can't catch a break, every season something fucking happens. Plus I totaled his fucking Porsche..." you sigh. "Well you're being dramatic, shit happens it's life. We only care that you're here. We can replace a car & he'll have many other games." She says. "How kind of you." You shake your head. "I'm just being honest, you found a man that loves you and cares for you and you're gonna be mad at him for prioritizing his soon to be bride? Don't make me break your other arm." She says making you laugh.

Joe comes back into living room thanking your sister for the food and taking a seat at the other end of the couch. "No problem, I gotta get going. Mom duties call." She says. "I thought this was a dad weekend?" You ask confused. "It was but he has a business trip so I gotta go pick up the kids today." She sighs grabbing her purse. As she was leaving your mom comes in. "Damn mom, you went grocery shopping for them or something?" You sister says bidding you all goodbye before stepping out of the house. "Mom, what'd you buy?" You sigh hearing the many plastic bags in her hands as you see Joe shaking his head chuckling. He knew better than to so say anything to her about buying stuff for a house she doesn't even live in, mostly because his mom is the type to do it as well. You couldn't turn to look at her but you could kind of see her in the reflection of the turned or tv.

"I noticed you guys were running low on some stuff so I grabbed a few things. Now here are your meds, take them." Your mom comes to hand you the bag and you open it reading the bottle first. You take one pill out but realized you couldn't reach the drink your sister has left for you on the coffee table. Joe notices and he quickly stands up and hands it to you. "Thank you." You say taking the medication with a sip of the iced tea and hand it back to him. You could tell he was just a bit upset from earlier and you wanted to apologize but now while your mom is here because you knew she'd insert her two cents in.

"Okay, you guys are stocked up. Do you need anything else? I can do any laundry- mom we're fine. Thank you for helping us out but we're good, go get some rest because I know you haven't slept." You say. "You sure? What if you need help using the bathroom or bathing?" She asks. "Well, I'm sure Joe could assist me better with both those things than you can mom." Your chuckle since your mom was a very petite woman. "Okay... you put those football muscles to work when you help her! I don't want my baby falling in the shower or anything." Your mom says to Joe and you roll your eyes. "Yes ma'am, football muscles have been activated." He says making you shake your head. "Okay well, I'll see you guys later. I guess I'll call you on his phone right?" Your mom asks. You still hadn't gotten back your phone and wasn't sure when or if that was possible. "Yeah or I have my iPad and can FaceTime you there." You say to her and she nods giving you a kiss on top of the head. She bids you two a goodbye and leaves out the door.

"Sorry about her." You say to Joe finally eating your food. "You don't have to apologize for her, she's pretty tame compared to my mom." He chuckles taking a sip of his drink. "I don't know, her basically wanting to bathe me kind of hit it of out the park." You laugh but wince as the pain in your rib. "Are you forgetting how my mom acted when I tore my ACL. She literally WALKED in on me showering when I was able to use the shower chair and hop in and out of the shower by myself. She insisted on checking up on me every 5 minutes to insure that I hadn't fallen and cracked my skull open." He shakes his head. "Oh yeah... I remember telling her that you'd be fine & was sure you knew what you were doing and she replied with 'I know my son' and proceeded to head to the bathroom. Which basically means... she called you clumsy." You chuckle and he shakes his head.

Once you finish your food Joe takes the trash and throws it away from you. You decided to pick a movie to watch and settle on a thriller. Joe comes back to the spot he was at you look over to him. "Why are you sitting so far away?" You ask and he shrugs. You pat the cushion next to you and he makes his way over to you. "Can I?" He asks signaling to lay his head on your lap like always. You nod patting your thigh with your good arm. As soon as his head touched your thigh you winced and he immediately say up making you laugh but the laughing it self actually making you wince in pain because of your ribs. "That's not funny!" he says looking at you like a father would their kid when they do something they're not supposed too. "Oh so it's only funny when you do it?" You raise an eyebrow and he sits there with a serious face knowing he did the same to you when he tore his ACL. He then slowly lays back down in defeat.

"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting by the way." You say to Joe and he turns to look up at you. "It's okay, I wasn't all that nice at first either after I had my injury., it's tough being injured" he says. "Yeah but this is different, I was being a bitch because you were actually being a good partner like what type of shit is that?" You shake your head. "I over heard you and your sister about feeling guilty about ruining the start to my season. You have no reason to feel guilty Y/N, it's not like you intentionally got into an accident. Plus... I can admit that in the past I might of put football over both of us, so I can see why you think it's weird for me to actually stay home and care for you...that's my fault and I need to work on that because the reality is football isn't going to be forever but you are." he says and you couldn't help but get a bit teary eyed hearing say that. "When did you become so mushy and good with words?" You say wiping away tears. "When I felt like my whole world ended getting the news you were in an accident." Joe says sitting up. He gives you a sweet tender kiss and wipes your tears away. "Love you." he smiles. "Love you too...now can you use that love and get me some oreos and milk?" You say making him laugh. "Sure thing babe." He says giving you one more kiss and getting up from the couch.

The rest of the week Joe spent taking care of you, from cooking (and by cooking you meant calling his chef to make all your favorites) to helping you shower to getting dressed to getting upstairs and downstairs or in and out of bed. And it just made you realize you couldn't wait to spend forever with him. 

[rhondafromhr]

Max and Steph roleswap AU where Steph’s the school bully/self-proclaimed God of Hatchetfield High. She started dictating what everyone can and can’t do and who’s cool and who’s a nerd and whether Kyle can date Brenda (the answer’s still no, by the way!) to gain a sense of control. Solomon scrutinizes her every move and doesn’t let her do ANYTHING that might make him look remotely bad and affect his reelection prospects. Her mom dissapeared after winning the Honey Queen pageant (but as far as Steph knows she just up and left). She has absolutely no control in her home life and had to find it elsewhere.

Do you see my vision?? We’d get a sapphic Stephgrace version of Dirty Girl. We’d get Mariah as the villain. She’s the star QB. To impress the high school football obsessed voters, Solomon forced her to either do that or cheer. It turned out she was actually really good at it and she started getting praise and admiration for once (she also gets none of that at home). Between that and being the mayor’s daughter, nobody can stand up to her. Kyle and Jason are her lackeys. Kyle still gets punched in the face for calling Grace a two bagger. Max is around and he’s like “no, I agree with Steph, Grace is kinda cute” he gets decked in the face too because he BETTER not be thinking of asking her out (poor Jason has to carry them both out).

Max is still a jock, but he plays a sport nobody at Hatchetfield High really cares about (idk lacrosse maybe), so he’s more of a fringe cool kid. Not having the power over the school he has in canon, he had to find a different way to cope with his Whole Deal so became more apathetic and adopted a cool/tough guy persona instead. He usually manages to fly under the radar, but Steph does pick on him occasionally - she copes with Solomon constantly insulting her intelligence by doing the same thing to others and Max “I’m so fuckin’ scared of skele-uhns” Jägerman is an easy mark. Kyle usually joins in out of desperation for Steph’s approval. Jason will too, but only when the others pressure him into it.

Max needs to get his grades up or he’ll be kicked off the team, so he cheats off one of the nerds, gets caught and eventually asks them to tutor him. Doesn’t matter which one, pick your poison depending on which ship or friendship you want to be the Lautski of this universe. I’m gonna make it platonic and say Richie because I love their potential friendship dynamic, I love aroace Richie and I love treating friendships with the same narrative weight as romantic relationships. Steph says hell no, the Pasqualli’s incident happens and Grace convinces them all to plan the prank.

Of course, Steph wouldn’t fall for it like Max did. She realizes what they they’re up to almost immediately, but she’s still delighted. She finds it kind of funny and endearing that they thought they could scare her with cheap costumes and creepy music. She likes that they planned the prank to get her to change her ways because it means they still think she has the potential to be good. Then she falls and they do Grace’s bury the body plan, but this is the mayor’s daughter and the police can’t write it off like they do most disappearances in Hatchetfield so they’re hot on their trail.

Also, I’m losing it thinking about how powerful Solomon’s death would be. And how fucking scared Max would be during the summoning.

[lesbianalanwake]

Ok i didn't phrase that correctly, Alan could have asked like, Tim or somebody to help him write his way out of there and he didn't, he didn't ask for ideas or anything, which Door directly criticizes as well as the fact that Alan doesn't notice the people that want to help him get out of there. Like he could have said hey, help me save Alice to Tim or Zane, but he just put it on his own shoulders because he wanted the hero status, which is supported by the Eternal Deerfest. Like no he didn't do anything to get the dark to target him, but he didn't do anything to help himself out either, like asking the number of people down in the dark place for help or getting offended when they do try to help him (Tom Zane). His pride was that he felt that only he could help himself, if that makes sense

Tom Zane is the guy with the motif of continually trying to shove alcohol onto Alan, and is Red Flags all around, and Alan is responding to that like most people would. I wouldn't trust him either.

Alan continually forgets Tim.... Tim even comments on it. he does let Tim help him. he uses his map and supplies, and is comfortable enough to rest there with him. Tim is stuck there too and is focused on finding Door, not getting out.

who is Alan supposed to ask for help? he's surrounded by shadows that sometimes become people and attack him. he doesn't know Alice is there and guiding him, because she doesn't want him to know. the Casey in the Dark Place is hostile and unfriendly when Alan talks to him, and then dies. Alan reaches out to Jesse in the AWE DLC; she just can't do anything about it at the time. he accepts Ahti's guidance, even though Ahti is cryptic about it. he reaches out to Saga for help as soon as he's aware that she can help him, which causes what Door is actually pissed off about - putting his daughter in danger.

Door doesn't really know or care what's going on with Alan. he's blowing hot air because he's mad about Saga being drawn into the situation. I would even venture to guess that what Door is saying is more applicable to himself than Alan - if we take Hatch from QB into account, Door is presumably deeply stuck within the maelstrom of space-time, he schemes in a way that ultimately isolates him from people, he had bad blood with his wife's (?) family (though Tor and Odin admitted to their part in that), his own daughter has no idea of his existence or presence even though he clearly cares about her, and we only ever see him operate in facades and falsehoods. he is living in an isolated hell, whether he sees it that way or not, with no identifiable lifeline outside of it that hasn't been a bridge burned or a person unaware of his existence.

Door is probably the second-least reliable narrator (the first one being Tom Zane), and I think his statements are a reflection of himself.

Alan has many issues, and in the first game an unwillingness to accept help is one of them, but by the time of the second game, he is pretty desperate for someone's help. he's just not dumb about it (Zane), and he has every reason to doubt perceptions and appearances in The Place That Continually Fools Your Perceptions. he doesn't necessarily think that anyone else will write him out of it, because who can? who does? he isn't aware of anyone else who has both the capability and the willingness to do so. Alice does, but he doesn't know that.

his enduring flaws are really his tunnel vision and his attachment to despair (the same things that drive him into the lake for good in the first place), which in turn causes the Dark Place to warp and mirror that. he talks about hope in the second loop that we get to experience, because he has been utterly stuck in despair. going through the motions again and again because he's got a kernel of determination that won't easily let him give up, and because he knows how dire the consequences could be, when he remembers them, but at this point not really expecting anything to change (and so it doesn't stand a chance of changing at all). and Alice notably understands how to tug on those exact strings - tunnel vision and despair - to get him in a better position to get out and to break the loop into a spiral, knowing that Alan will latch on to any glimpse of her like a bloodhound and that witnessing her apparent "death" will push him over just the right edge at the right time.

[mamaestapa]

Shy joe and outgoing reader!

If I Seem Shy, It’s Cause You Seem so Shiesty|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: Joe being the shy one and you being the outgoing one in the relationship includes…

•warnings: some suggestive language, but that’s it :)

Shy Joe and outgoing reader includes…

You met Joe at LSU

The two of you were at a bar not far from campus when you met

You were with your friends and he was with his

The two of you made eye contact and you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of each other

You waved at Joe, all he did was blush deeply

He wasn’t used to attention like this

And he never made the first move…

So for this to go anywhere you would have to

The night went on and you couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to talk to the shy blonde QB

So you bought him a drink

He blushed crimson when he realized that the drink was from you—the girl across the bar with the pretty eyes and the sweet smile

His friends forced him to go talk to you

Like physically forced him, Ja’Marr literally pushed him in your direction

Once he was near you he didn’t even know what to say

His shyness got worse as soon as you flashed that pretty smile of yours at him

But after a couple minutes of awkwardness and a shy Joey, the two of you shared a couple drinks and hit it off with each other

And the rest was history…

You’ve been dating Joe for almost five years now

His shyness has gotten better, thanks to you being the outgoing partner in the relationship

You always bring him out of his comfort zone—in a good way

Joe is attached to your hip at parties and team events

Without you by his side, it’s hard for him to be social and outgoing at events like that

You constantly tease him about how shy he is

He blushes anytime you compliment him

“You look so good today Joey. You always look good though.”

*blushes deeply* “Thanks baby.”

You plan the dates, making sure to pick things you know Joe likes because he’s too shy to suggest ideas

You’re definitely the more dominant one if you know what I’m saying…😏

Joe loves it when you take charge in the bedroom

He’s too shy to dish the dirty talk at you, but he’ll happily be on the receiving end of it from you

Joe may be on the shyer side

But you wouldn’t want it any other way

You love Joe and his shyness

hey loves!!

this one wasn’t my best work i’ll be honest lol

i’ve gotten a couple requests for this! it’s a great idea, i just didn’t really know how to write it. so i apologize if it’s not what you were hoping to see! i can always re-write it🤍

more coming soon!!

[quietborderline]

I was tagged by @satashiiwrites (thank you so much!) <333

I will tag: @illusivesoul @tkwritesdumbassassins @outtoshatter @missanniewhimsy @whimsyswastry, whoever else would like to participate, and anyone I may have forgotten (I'm sorry I love you).

No pressure, as always! <3

Rules: Give us the links to your wonderful words with the Most hits, Most kudos, Most comments, Most bookmarks, Most words, and Least words.

This is also super easy for me since 1 fic answers all but 1 for me too.

Most Hits/Kudos/Comments/Bookmarks/Words goes to:

Black Holes and Revelations - Link to AO3

As if you all haven't been listening to me talk about this fic (and the series it belongs to) relentlessly for damn near six years now, this is my Scott-centric mReyder retelling of the MEA story line with some added changes to the plot as well as connections to the original trilogy, namely that Scott Ryder was in Delta Squad with James Vega pre-Initiative and that the two of them were romantically involved.

As everyone is well aware by now I'm sure, this fic/series is my precious, it is my baby, and I plan to be working on it forever lol. <3

Least Words Goes To:

A Song To Come Home To - Link to AO3

So, this is my meet the family/sibling bonding/wedding fic!

And out of all my posted works, this currently has the least words. Followed by several other WIPs. HOWEVER, once those WIPs are actually FINISHED (or even just have like one more chapter added probably) it/they will no longer have the lowest word count.

So I'm cheating and also linking to Rise & Shine (link to AO3) because I will literally never again in my life write anything that short that is actually considered complete lmao. This I can promise you.

[joeys-babe]

Two of the writers whose writing inspired me to even write in the first place have moved on from this community, and it's so sad to watch.

To those that ever commented or were one of those anons who drove this once fic and meme-filled community to what it is now, are you fucking happy?

Is this what you wanted? Was it ever even about Joe for you? What possessed you to state the things you did? Why paint Joe in a negative light to people who adored him in some way?

This tag has been constant rumors, false accusations, hate, and drama. If you truly care enough about Joe Burrow to come on here and do the things you do, you must not know much about him at all. None of us know Joe personally, but I'm sure he wouldn't claim some of you as fans.

As someone who's only been here for a few months, I haven't experienced this tag without negativity. The only reason I'm still posting is because I love my mutuals, writing, Joe, and my followers in general.

I came here for pics, fics, and vids of the quarterback of the NFL team I grew up loving, who just so happens to be adorable and funny.

This is supposed to be a tag for the nerdy NFL QB who's obsessed with Sponge Bob, Kid Cudi, football, and physics. Not what you people made it.

I won't let you ruin him for me, but you've sure as hell left a pretty big dent in his fan community.

What was it all for?

- A person who hates confrontation but is fed the fuck up.

[fizzigigsimmer]

Episode 6: More thoughts on Gator & Roy’s relationship

I need comfort fic of Gator being held down and given a safe space to break. lol. Fuck I may have to write it. Anyway, more thoughts and brain vomit after last nights episode. Warning for spoilers through episode 6.

Gator has decided to pit himself against Ole Munch and I am increasingly worried for his safety lol. This is undoubtably not going to end well. The heartbreaking thing is he’s doing it all for a man who has made him believe he isn’t worth anything if he doesn’t perform up to standard. Roy is a bastard. Let me just get that off my chest. Dude can’t catch a bullet fast enough.

Lorraine humiliated him and defied his authority, so he ruined her deal with the banker (Vivian). What’s interesting is the method of intimidation he uses. It’s as much psychological as physical. He isolates him and then rips the clothes from his body, in public, to prove his mastery. Vivians's connections, his money, none of it will save him. Roy can take whatever he wants and if Vivian doesn’t listen, it’ll be his life. For now, just his shirt.

We also saw a taste of what Dot told us about him last episode. While getting a haircut from his wife a Lyon Motors commercial comes on, and Roy becomes visibly angered at the sight of Wayne. When his wife Karen accidentally nicks him he slaps her before giving her an impatient lecture, and it’s obvious this isn’t the first time he’s struck her. And from the way Roy talks about “breaking a woman” and the photos in Dot’s file that we see at the end of the episode, we know he won’t hesitate to brutalize his wives.

I get so sick to my stomach imagining what growing up with this man would have been like. Things got kind of interesting when Gator arrived to tell him they’ve finished working over “Wayne” in the barn. After watching Roy assault his wife so casually, it was particularly poignant to watch the way Gator tip-toes around him. He talks the talk of a big man, independent and in control, but he behaves just like Karen - like a battered wife.

He tip-toes around Roy’s mood, reinforces his delusions and adjusts his speech and behavior at the first sign of displeasure to try and keep Roy happy and calm. When Roy lashes out in contempt to knock his feet off the table Gator flinches and lunges like he’s expecting something worse to happen and is caught off guard/relieved when it doesn’t.

Many people spank their kids, but we can only imagine the ways that Roy considers it appropriate to discipline an unruly child. While I 1000% believe Gator has been hit by his father before, it’s obvious that Gator isn’t used to being a failure in his eyes either.

The true hold Roy has over everyone in his life is mental. Manipulation and psychological torment are his first means of controlling others and pain is just a tool he uses to reinforce the message.

This obsession that Gator has with being a “winner” comes from Roy, who has made him believe that his value, usefulness, and not to mention safety come from measuring up to Roy’s expectations. And before now, Gator has been a golden child. But now that he’s on a losing streak and Roy is leaving bodies in his wake, Gator’s first instinct is to convince Roy that this is just a fluke by reminding him of his past success as an athlete in high school. My apologies to Gator lol, for previously assuming that his estimation of his own future in football was self-inflated.

We now know that Gator was an all state Quarterback. Which basically means that at one point in time Gator was recognized as the best high school QB in his state. He went from having a real possible future in football and getting out from under Roy, to being a washed-up henchman. He clearly still idolizes the version of himself who was on top of his game and that Roy could depend on to win. And whether he can admit it or not, he loaths the “sad puke” they both know he is now. He essentially promises Roy he can get back to being that guy, and he thinks that preventing the trouble he can sense Ole is about to start will right the wrongs of the past.

[hard-core-super-star]

get her back! [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: you and hailee try to get your relationship back on track while shooting the sunkissing music video. it’s easier said than done though, especially since the line between love and hate blurs more and more every day.

warnings: still a chaotic mix of angst and fluff; stubborn idiots finally admit their feelings but keep arguing because it's easier than figuring out how to make things work; mentions of crappy PR stunts; R being lowkey petty + hailee being absolutely clueless why; some metaphors get repetitive but it's part of the plot, i promise

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: this is part two to one step forward, three steps back. slightly inspired by both get him back! and logical by olivia rodrigo because guts has taken over my life in the best of ways. thank you for all the love and the requests for a part two, i see you and i am eternally grateful to all of you. i love writing about these stubborn idiots and i can only hope you enjoy reading about them just as much <3

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Working with Hailee and being in love with her are two very different things that should definitely not mix. Not just because it’s incredibly unprofessional but also because it’s way too easy to pretend like you’re mad at each other because of the work you’re doing and not the messy way you’re handling being back in each other’s lives.

It’s immature and stupid and somehow not surprising at all considering the way you two act around each other. You both know what you want and yet neither of you wants to be the first one to take that leap. Which just leaves you with moments like these. 

“You know what your problem is?” Hailee asks, her eyes narrowed and filled with a certain fire you can’t quite explain.

You’ve been on set for the SunKissing music video for about an hour and you’re both already at each other’s throats. The entire week has been filled with random arguments, borderline ridiculous complaints, and total radio silence on Hailee’s part about your relationship. Radio silence that should make working with her easier just like all the times before.

Instead, it’s just become the newest reason for you to push her away again. And okay, maybe you’re still pissed about the countless articles you’ve had to read about a supposed ‘love triangle’ because, for some reason, Hailee’s PR team insists on keeping the QB story running. Everyone knows it’s faker than the brunette’s heterosexuality and yet you’re still here.

Fighting for her attention like always.

You force yourself to push those thoughts away and focus back on the conversation at hand.

“You."

“No. You don’t know how to let yourself be happy.” It suddenly dawns on you that you’re not arguing about the music video choreography anymore. “You can take it out on me and on the job and on whatever else you want to make yourself feel better but don’t act like everything's always my fault. You’re the one who said you’d give me a chance and yet you’ve spent the entire week looking for reasons to push me away.”

She's right.

You both know that. 

Of course, she's right. Because at the very top of the list of reasons why Hailee Steinfeld is the most infuriating person you've ever met is the fact that she knows you. 

She understands you in ways you never thought anyone would. And it's just as terrifying as it is wonderful. 

It's exactly that mix of feelings that makes you react in the only way you know how. 

You lash out at her despite the voice in your head that tells you to suck it up and apologize before you take things too far. “So, if it’s not your fault then whose is it? I’m not the one ignoring your existence the second you leave or letting people write articles based on ridiculous lies.”

She groans, the sound so out-of-character for her it almost makes you forget about your complaints. Almost but not quite.

“Putting up with stupid rumors is part of the job, y/n. It’s nothing new so why does it bother you so much?”

The question is valid. Or at least it would be if you hadn’t made your feelings explicitly clear the day you agreed to help her with the music video. You’ve worked with her for years, most of which have been spent straddling the line between friendship and relationship, but this time was supposed to be different. 

In a way it was different. You couldn’t deny how you felt about Hailee anymore and you couldn’t act like it didn’t bother you how clueless she was still acting about it.

You swallow back your cutting remarks and instead mumble out the only thing you can think of. “You know why.”

She stares at you for a few seconds, her eyes seem to almost look through you as if she's trying to figure you out. You don’t know what she’s looking for since your feelings aren’t exactly a secret anymore. 

The silence lasts a second too long and you decide to walk away before you make things worse. It’s a move you learned from the brunette herself and one that’s driven you down this dead-end road you can’t seem to escape from.

For a second it seems like she’s going to let you go without a fight but then you feel her grip your wrist. Her hold on you is surprisingly soft like she’s wordlessly begging you to stay despite how much better it would be for both of you if you just walked away now.

Unfortunately for the logical part of your brain, you’re never able to say no to those stupidly soft hands and ridiculously warm eyes.

You turn around to face her again, trying to act like the close proximity isn’t making your mind swim with bad ideas. You’re definitely the worst actress out of the two of you but at least the brunette doesn’t comment on it.

“You’re a jerk,” you whisper, your voice lacking the usual bite it carries when you’re trying to piss Hailee off.

“I literally haven’t said anything yet.” The subtle smile on her face makes your heart skip multiple beats in the span of a few seconds.

You wait a bit before you respond, distracting yourself by shrugging her hand off your wrist so you can hold onto it instead. Hailee doesn’t rush you, seemingly understanding the storm of feelings in your head better than you do.

“I know.” You tilt your head down to avoid those brown eyes you fell for all those years ago. “That’s the problem. All you have to do is look at me and I forget all the reasons why I’m mad at you…why dating you would never work.”

“I don’t think your feelings for me are the problem, y/n.” 

You’re well aware of the way she’s redirecting the conversation back to the dumb argument you were having mere moments ago but you don’t fight against it. All you want is answers and if it takes you tearing down your walls for her so be it.

“Why? Because I’m the problem?”

“No.” Her voice is so quiet you have to force yourself to fully focus or risk missing out on her vulnerability. “It’s because I messed up so badly that you feel like you can’t trust me again.”

She’s right.

Again.

You wish you could say you were surprised.

Your silence speaks volumes, at least to her, and it’s not long before you feel her free hand nudging your face. You lean into her touch and let her tilt your head up until your eyes meet again. You don’t want to ruin the moment but the need to be witty outweighs your need for honesty. “Is this supposed to be an apology?”

The question earns you a chuckle and the sound is more than enough to ease some of the tension that’s gathered inside of your chest. “Something like that.”

She leans forward the slightest bit, giving you the chance to put space between the two of you if you want. You appreciate the gesture, and all the sweet parts of her it represents, but you’re tired of running. Tired of tiptoeing around a truth so obvious it’s painful to deny.

You lean in the rest of the way and gently press your lips against her.

It’s not exactly fear that holds you back. You’re trying to show her you want more than the fleeting moments of passion and the heated arguments. You want the real thing. Even if it means you’ll get hurt even worse in the process. Anything is better than the months you’ve spent ignoring her existence.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles against your lips. “I’m an idiot and an asshole but I really, really, want to be with you. For real this time.”

You lean back just enough to properly look into her eyes again. “Hailee-”

“I know, I know.” She silences your worries with another sweet kiss. “I thought it would be easier if we took our time with this but it was just an excuse. I don’t think I know how to be with you if we’re not arguing about something stupid all the time.”

“That’s because you’re immature,” you reply with the tiniest of smirks on your face. “And an idiot. And annoying in all the best ways.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

This time you're the one who laughs. It's insane how quickly you can go from total sincerity to playful jabs at each other. If you're being honest though, that's exactly why you love her. Because neither of you has to hold back around the other, even when it's infuriating.

“It’s supposed to be me telling you I’m okay with taking things at your pace. As long as you stop acting like we’re just friends.”

“You don’t want to be my friend? I’m heartbroken, baby.”

“I’m going to leave if you don’t stop.”

“Okay, okay. I’m kidding. But what do you want to be? Just so we’re on the same page ‘cause-”

You roll your eyes and shut her up with your lips. You have a feeling that’s exactly what she wanted you to do but you’re not about to complain. Especially when it results in her wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close.

You don't have all the answers you wanted, and there's still a lot the two of you have to figure out, but one thing is obvious. You're in this together. No matter how much you annoy the other or how scary it is to be completely honest after years of lies.

She's with you. For real, for real.

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(Series)Tiger

Summary: Joe is leaving for LSU and you guys share some last moments together while you guys are still at the same college.

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Y/n POV

(2 year jump)

I walked up the steps to the brick house and knocked. Then one of his friends came and opened the door

“Hey y/n!”-sam

“Hi Sam!”-you

“Come in! Joe is in his room.”-Sam

“Ok, thanks!”-you

As I was walking into the house I also said hi to the other boys.

“Hi guys!”-you

“Hey!”- Nick, Zach, Justin, and Alex

I then knocked on joes door and went it

“Hey babe!”-you

“Hi!”-joe

He came over and hugged me and gave me a little peck on the lips. Joe and I have been together now for about 2 years. He is now being transferred to LSU to become a better QB where he can actually play.

“Are you packing?”-you

“Yep! Do you mind helping me?”-joe

“Of course! I will take care of your clothes while you get the stuff off your desk, got it?”-you

“Yes ma’am!”-joe

We then got to packing. I folded his clothes and put it into boxes then got his suits and put trash bags over them with a hanger and some into a dress bag. As I was doing all of that Joe pulled something from his drawers in the desk and quickly put it into one of the boxes before I noticed, but once I was done with some clothes I decided to put some stuff off of his shelf and into that box. When I placed the objects into the box I noticed a picture frame facing down. I then picked it up and saw what it was. It was a picture of him and I from one of our spring break trips. We were sitting next to each other on a wood picnic table with the lake in the background and Joe and I were laughing so hard. I guess one of our friends got a picture of us laughing and sent it to Joe, but something I really admired about the picture was the way Joe was looking at me. It looked like the look of love.

I smiled and turned to Joe as I picked it up.

“I’ve never seen this before.”-you

Joe turned to me and smiled

“Yeah, I got it framed a couple days ago and wanted to surprise you once I got to my dorm and put it on my nightstand and to take a pic and send it to you,but I guess you found it already!”-joe

“Awww Joey! That’s the sweetest thing ever and I love the picture! Can you send it to me later?”-you

“Of course!”-joe

I kissed him and put the frame down. As I did so there was a shoe box also in the box. It had my initials on it. I opened it once I saw Joe wasn’t looking. In there I found movie tickets which were the tickets we bought on our first date, the notes he took with me when we first met, A book I got him for learning about physics which I knew he loved, and one of the roses he gave me on our date we had a couple days ago.

“You kept the tickets and the notes?”-you

I looked at him with so much love in my eyes

“Sorry for snooping but I saw my initials and I juts had to look.”-you said while pointing at the box

“Haha! It’s ok! And of course I kept them y/n, it’s memories that its a little piece of us and you that I want to keep with me for my whole life.”-joe

I kissed him again but with a little more passion

“I’m going to miss you, so much.”-you

“I know baby, but we will call everyday and you can come to games and stay with me.”-you

“Yeah, I know.”-you

I now have a sad face on and Joe could tell

“Hey, don’t get that sad face on. It will make me more sad and I don’t want that.”-joe

He put one of his hands on my left cheek and the other hand on my waist.

“I’m only a phone call away and I’ve got an idea.”-joe

“Well what’s your idea?”-you

“We can write letters to each other! We can only say a couple things about our days on call but keep some stuff out and put it into letters! Then when we open the letters we find out more and more about our days!”-joe

“Awww! That’s a really cute idea Joey! Let’s do it!”-you

“Yay!”-joe

I laughed and kissed him again of course and we both got back to packing. After a while we decided to take a break already seeing that it was dark out. Sometimes Joe and I like to take night walks around campus or his neighborhood, so that’s what we did! I put my coat on and my shoes and we headed out the door.

As we were walking in the beautiful park filled with oak and willow trees Joe pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a black velvet box.

“Oh no burrow, what is this?”-you said sarcastically

“Just open it!”-joe laughs

I opened it. As I looked Inside the box there was a beautiful bracelet. It had a small gold chain and a small diamond heart. I was speechless.

“Joe, it’s gorgeous!”-you

I looked at him and he had a big smile on his face.

“You like? And I know what you’re about to say. Don’t worry about how much it costs because it doesn’t matter when it comes to you.”-joe

“Awww Joey! Thank you! I love it!”-you

“You’re welcome, and let me put it on you!”-joe

He took the box and took the bracelet out the wrapped it in my left hand because my right already had some jewelry on it. He then clasped it and kissed me with so much passion and love.

“God,do I love you y/n, so much.”-joe

“I love you too,burrow!”-you

That was the first time we said I love you.

“You’re the diamond to my heart!”-joe

“Man, that was cheesy!”-you laughed

“I know, but it’s true!”-joe

We laughed and I kissed him for the thousandth time that day, but it felt different this time now that we said I love you.

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Day that Joe leaves

“Got everything?”-Robin

“Yeah!”-joe

We were in front of his house saying goodbye. The boys all did their group hug and went inside because they wanted us to have our private time before Joe left which I thought was very sweet. Jimmy was driving Joe to the airport and helping him move in so it was just me and Robin and the boys saying bye.

After Joe hugged the boys and they went inside joe came over to me.

“Hey!”-you

“Hi!”-joe

I fell into his chest and hugged him tightly around his torso. He put his arms around me and just held me. Tears started filling up my eyes as did joes.

We laughed knowing we were both crying and we thought it was funny knowing how much we will miss each other.

I then pulled out of his embrace and cupped his cheeks with my hands.

“You are going to do amazing things Joe, I know it! Just focus on yourself and not what everyone has to say. Breathe, get the ball, and then throw, got it?”-you

“Got it!”-joe

He looked at me for a second and said

“I’m going to miss you y/n, so much!”-joe

“I’m going to miss you too! Oh there’s something I forgot to tell you!”-you

“What?”-joe

“I love you!”-you laughed

Joe laughed

“God, do I love you!”-joe

He then pulled me into a kiss that probably lasted for a minute and hugged me again.

“Bye!”-you

“Bye,baby!”-joe

I patted his shoulder and he got in the car and took off. I hugged Robin because we were both crying. She then drove me home and went her way.

As I got in bed after a long day of some cries and some homework I got a text from Joe.

“Hey! Just unpacked, but I noticed something in my box.”-joe

“Hi! What was in the box?”-you

“A letter from you.”-joe

I laughed

“I decided to get to writing early!”-you

“I can see that!”-joe

“I’m happy you found it! I love and miss you! Hope you have a great first day of school!📚🤓”-you

“Thanks babe, and I love and miss you too!❤️”-joe

I put my phone down and went to sleep

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The letter

Dear Joe,

I know you just left and probably unpacking right now as you are reading this, but I decided to get to writing early! I miss you tremendously already but I know you are going to do amazing! You are amazing Joey, you always have been. Make sure to do homework instead of getting to reading plays right when you get home and make sure to do laundry! But most importantly make sure to take a second and breathe. I know football and school can be a lot at once for you so just take minute to breathe and relax, ok? Remember what I told you to, breathe, get the ball, then throw! Anyways I’m going to let you get back to unpacking but I love you QB and miss you!

Xoxo,

Y/n

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Authors note: ahhh so cute! But also so sad because they are long distance. Anyway I’ve really been feeding y’all! Hoping I can write up some more ideas for this series!🫶