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tigertales9 · 6 months

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Hard Reset V

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: This fic covers the week 6 lead-up and win against the Seahawks.

Time/Place: Monday, Oct. 9, 2023 - Sunday, Oct. 15, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio

A/N: This is the fifth fic in the Hard Reset series.

I'm still putting the finishing touches on the bye week secret wedding/honeymoon chapter. It's about 80% finished so I hope to get it up fairly soon.

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Monday, 10/9/23 (the morning after the week 5 win against the Cardinals)

You wake up slowly, the smell of coffee wafting up from downstairs letting you know Joe's parents are already up. You turn your head to check the clock on the bedside table, groaning when you realize it's still pretty early.

Joe shifts in his sleep and your gaze is drawn to him, your eyes slowly raking over his bare chest and abs as the sheet rides dangerously low on his hips. His body is a work of art, you think to yourself, enjoying the view for a minute longer before easing out of bed to go pee.

When you walk back in the bedroom, Joe is giving you a sleepy smile as he stretches his tall, muscular frame, the motion causing the sheet to dip even lower exposing the fact that he's semi-erect. "Hey," you whisper, quickly making sure the bedroom door is locked before crawling back in bed beside him.

"Hey," he mutters. "I smell coffee. Is it time to get up?"

"Do you want to get up?"

"Hell no," he groans, his gaze settling on your bare breasts as you flick the sheet all the way off of him.

"Then just relax. We're cooking brunch later than normal today since we got home so late."

"Good," he sighs, his erection leveling up to fully-erect as you ghost your fingertips over it.

"Spread your legs," you order, crawling in between when he does your bidding. "I'm gonna suck you off then let you get another few hours of sleep while I entertain your parents."

"You're so good to me," he purrs, burying his hands in your hair as you get down to business.

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You're bustling around the kitchen almost three hours later when Joe ambles downstairs, dramatically sniffing the air while finger-combing his unruly curls. "Something smells delicious," he says, quickly holding his hands out as his mom shoves a stack of napkins and silverware at him. "Set the table, sleepyhead," she chirps. "Brunch is almost ready."

Joe gives you a smile before heading off to do her bidding, his eyes going wide when his dad walks in from the patio holding a platter of grilled steaks. "Oh yum," he groans. "How did you know I was craving steak?"

"Because Y/n told us," Jimmy laughs, covering the steaks with a foil tent to let them rest for a few minutes while you and Robin start fixing plates.

You load Joe's plate up with scrambled eggs, roasted mini potatoes, a couple of biscuits drenched in gravy and a juicy steak while he watches over your shoulder, literally licking his chops at the sight.

"Don't just stand there drooling, Joseph Lee," his mom laughs. "Pour you a glass of orange juice."

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles. "You want some OJ, babe?" he asks, grabbing a second glass when you say yes.

The conversation at brunch is mostly his mom asking questions as everyone else tucks into their food. "Did you get in really late?" she asks Joe. "Your dad and I were asleep about five minutes after our heads hit the pillow so we didn't hear you come in. I bet you crashed the second you got in bed."

"Yep, totally crashed," Joe mutters, keeping his expression completely neutral, but when his gaze meets yours you know he's thinking about last night.

The sex is always next-level after a good win, and last night after the win in Arizona was no exception. He promised you "mind-blowing, hair-pulling, screaming-orgasm sex minus the screaming" and he 100% delivered it, getting you off three times before he finally finished then basically passing out while you were still cleaning him up with a warm washcloth. The early morning head was your way of helping him go back to sleep plus closing the orgasm gap just a bit.

Not to mention I love the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth, you think to yourself, a blush rising in your cheeks when he raises an eyebrow at you like he's reading your mind.

Robin's voice breaks into your dirty thoughts. "So the upcoming lakehouse getaway sounds fun!" she enthuses.

She knows y'all are going to a lakehouse for bye week, but she doesn't know it's a secret honeymoon.

"We still have the Seahawks game before that," Joe mumbles around a bite of steak.

"We're looking forward to the bye week," you state, giving her a warm smile as she looks between you and Joe.

She returns your smile as she continues. "I looked up that area and there's a really fun looking pumpkin patch type thing going on at the farmers market about fifteen minutes from the lake. Y'all should check it out."

"We'll think about it," you sigh, knowing Joe isn't exactly enthusiastic about stuff like that.

"Way to ruin the surprise, mom," Joe teases. "I planned to take her there."

"Really?" you and Robin chirp at once. "Jinx!" you both holler, laughing when Joe and Jimmy roll their eyes playfully.

Once brunch is done, Joe insists on helping with clean up before rushing his parents out of the house. "Y'all better get going," he states as he places the final plate in the dishwasher. "I have to get to the facility and Y/n has a virtual work meeting."

Fifteen minutes later he shuts the front door behind his parents and turns to face you.

"I don't have a virtual work meeting," you chuckle.

"And I don't have to go to the facility," he states, holding a hand out to you. "Let's go get a nap."

"Sounds wonderful," you groan, placing your hand in his as you head for the stairs.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tuesday, 10/10/23 - Thursday, 10/12/23

The next few days pass by uneventfully, with Joe home for dinner every night, his good mood infectious as he talks excitedly about some of the new offensive schemes they're installing for the upcoming Seahawks game.

Thursday morning, just before he leaves for the facility, he tells you he has a few things to talk about over dinner later.

"Is everything okay?" you ask.

"Everything's fine," he answers, leaning down to give you a kiss. "I just have a few things to run by you concerning the marriage. Just logistical stuff," he continues when you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Do you need help with anything?" you inquire, a little nervous that he's insisted on arranging the entire thing himself since it was his idea.

"No, ma'am," he chuckles. "I've got it under control."

"Okay �� good," you smile, standing on your tiptoes to give him another kiss before he heads for the door.

You're lowkey anxious for most of the day, especially anytime you think about 'the talk' y'all are going to have over dinner. You manage to get through your usual routine without being too distracted, eventually deciding to run to the grocery store to grab stuff to make one of his fav dinners instead of the more mundane sandwiches + pasta salad that you had planned.

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You step out of the shower and quickly check the time as you dry off, walking into the closet to grab the slinky, halter sundress you'd decided to wear for dinner since the temp is hovering at an unseasonably warm mid-70s. You apply minimal make-up and fluff your hair before heading downstairs, pouring half a glass of wine to settle your nerves and sipping the cold beverage as you gather items to take out to the patio.

You walk back in the house after carrying a few candles outside to set on the patio dining table, a smile curling your lips when you see Joe walking toward you carrying a vase of coral-pink peonies. "Thanks, babe. They're gorgeous," you say, giving him a hug before taking the vase from him. "You're gorgeous," he states, dropping a kiss on your lips. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower," he continues. "I kinda half-assed my post-practice shower."

"Put on something cool," you advise. "We're eating dinner on the patio and it's like 75 degrees."

You watch him disappear upstairs before reading the card nestled in the flowers.

All my love Always Joe

You smile at the sentiment, setting the bouquet on the kitchen island where you can appreciate it while you cook dinner.

Fifteen minutes later he walks back into the kitchen, wearing slinky shorts and a sleeveless tee that showcases his muscular arms; he drops a kiss on the nape of your neck as you sprinkle seasoning on some succulent shrimp. "What are we having?" he asks, watching intently as you drop some linguine into a pot of boiling water. "Shrimp scampi linguini," you answer, smiling when he groans in approval.

You quickly finish cooking dinner, loading up a tray with two plates of scampi, two bowls of salad and a plate of garlic bread before handing it to Joe. "Carry this outside and I'll grab the wine," you order, rushing ahead to open the door for him and leaving it open while you pour two glasses of wine and join him on the patio.

You have the patio set up for a romantic dinner, with several candles on the table plus a few lanterns holding larger candles placed on the ground around the table, each flickering brightly in the gathering dusk.

"This is romantic," he says, giving you a smile as he sets the tray down and places your plates and bowls at each place setting. "I felt like doing something a little special," you grin as you set your wine glasses down. "Speaking of special," you continue, "let me go grab those amazing flowers you got me." You hurry in the house and come back with the frilly arrangement, setting it to the side so as not to block your view of him.

"This looks and smells amazing, babe," he says as y'all sit down and start to eat, getting most of the way through dinner with small talk before he brings up the marriage stuff.

"I talked to our attorney yesterday, and he's got everything set up for our marriage ceremony on Tuesday."

You pop a juicy shrimp in your mouth and nod your head as he continues.

"A county court judge has agreed to come to our house Tuesday at noon to officiate. She said it would be better to do it at our house instead of us going to the courthouse since we're trying to keep it secret. She's already signed the NDA our attorney sent her. Apparently this is not her first rodeo with this type of thing."

You take a sip of wine and return his smile, feeling a little lightheaded that it's all coming full circle.

"She'll bring the marriage license with her, and we'll sign it after the ceremony," he continues. "She knows we just want bare bones vows since we're saving our special vows for the main wedding. No exchanging of rings or anything like that."

"Sounds like you have everything set up," you state.

"You sound surprised."

"Not at all." You give him a wink. "Once you have your mind set on something, it's gonna happen."

"Like getting you to go out with me?" he grins.

"Exactly. You were persistent as hell."

"And here we are five years later, less than a week away from getting married. I get a thrill every time I think about it."

"Me too," you whisper. "I'm glad you don't give up easily. I can't imagine my life without you."

"Same," he says, leaning over to press a kiss on your lips; you lean into the kiss for a bit before he pulls back, the look in his eyes making your pulse react. "You look amazing in this dress," he says, running the slinky hem through his fingers, his hand brushing against your bare thigh causing a sizzle of heat down your spine.

"Thank you," you smile, biting your bottom lip before reaching a hand out to touch one of his muscular arms. "And you look amazing in this shirt," you purr, smiling even bigger when he flexes his bicep when you squeeze it. His gaze holds yours for a few heartbeats before he stands up and starts stacking the plates, bowls, silverware and wine glasses onto the tray. "Just relax," he orders. "I'm gonna pop these in the dishwasher real quick."

He reappears a few minutes later carrying another glass of wine; you smile as he hands it to you. "Trying to get me tipsy?" you tease, taking a sip as he pulls his chair closer to yours and sits down. "Do I need to get you tipsy?" he purrs, taking the wine glass out of your hand and spinning it to press his lips on the spot you just drank from, his eyes locked on yours over the rim as he takes a long, slow sip.

You feel your core contract at the look in his eyes. "No, sir," you whisper, shivering as the wind picks up. "Are you cold?" he asks. "A little," you admit, "but I don't want to go inside yet." You wave a hand at the plethora of candles flickering in the breeze. "I'm enjoying the vibe."

"Me too." He gives you a knowing look while standing up. "Be right back," he says, striding in the house before coming back out with a large throw blanket he grabbed off the sofa; he drops back into his chair and pats his thick thighs. "Come sit on my lap," he urges, cocooning you in the plush blanket when you straddle him. "Is that better?" he asks. "Yeah, thanks," you sigh, the blanket wrapped around you plus the heat radiating off of him immediately warming you up. Not to mention the feel of his cock twitching through those slinky shorts as you wiggle against him.

You slide both hands under the hem of his shirt, a thrill running through you when his body reacts to your touch, his muscles jumping as you skim your fingers over his abs and up his chest. "Let me take this off," you whisper, slipping his shirt off as he raises his arms and leans forward a bit to oblige you. He lifts a hand behind your neck and unties your halter dress, his eyes dropping down to your bare breasts as the slinky fabric slides down to pool around your waist. The heat in his gaze causes your nipples to tighten. "So perfect," he sighs, licking his lips before lowering his head to tease you, fluttering his tongue over one hard nipple for several seconds before sucking it into his hot mouth. You hiss in pleasure and bury a hand in his hair as he moves to your other nipple to repeat the action, his fingers gently pinching and tugging the first nipple that's now slick with his spit.

You arch your back and grind against his erection, a gush of wetness flooding your core as he makes a feral sound low in his throat, your pleasure points throbbing in unison as he continues to tease your sensitive peaks. He grips one of your thighs with his free hand, steadily sliding upward as you squirm against him, your pulse picking up knowing it's only a matter of time before he discovers you're not wearing panties.

He groans when his hand touches your wet heat, his mouth pulling off of a nipple with a pop as he lifts his gaze up to meet yours. "So hot and wet for me," he purrs, his eyes heavy-lidded with arousal as he teases your slick folds. You enjoy the sight of his beautiful face in the flickering candlelight -- a flush of color on his sculpted cheeks, his glistening lips parted as he continues to play with you.

You eventually lean down and suck his plump bottom lip, nipping it with your teeth before his tongue parts your lips and slides into your mouth, your breath catching in your throat when he rubs the pad of his thumb over your clit while ghosting a finger over your drenched slit, dipping just inside before pulling back out, repeating the action over and over until your body is desperate for more.

"Please," you groan into his mouth, whimpering when he deepens the kiss and finally sinks a finger deep inside you, the slow, sensual thrust and retreat of his tongue in your mouth mimicking the pace of his fingering in a way that makes you lightheaded with desire.

He adds a second finger and circles his thumb over your clit, both of you moaning when your core clamps down on him. You break the intense kiss and lock eyes with him. "I wanna cum on your cock," you breathe, your body aching for the thrust of his thick cock, for the delicious stretch of him filling you up with damn near more than you can handle.

He immediately shoves his shorts and undies down just enough to free his erection, the heavy length of it springing up into your waiting hands; you run a finger through his precum and bring it to your mouth, licking it clean while rising up on your knees to line him up with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself -- inch by inch -- your core clenching at the hot, hard intrusion when he's fully seated.

"Go slow," he urges, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing in his throat when he swallows hard. You follow orders, maintaining eye contact with him while pulling up slowly, pausing with just the plump tip inside before sinking back down. You give him a dirty smile and hit a Kegel before pulling up again, squeezing his shaft so hard you feel the throbbing veins that crisscross his member. "Jesus, baby," he hisses. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum too fast."

You sink down again and raise an eyebrow at him. "You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no," he groans, gripping your hips as you continue to milk his cock, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders for leverage as you ride him for another several minutes before he moves a hand to your clit. "Cum for me," he grits out, his pupils blown wide with arousal as he rubs you just the way you need to trigger your climax. Your cries of pleasure are carried away on the breeze as your walls rhythmically clench his shaft. He digs his fingers into your hips and thrusts up into you, fucking you through the orgasm for a few more heartbeats before following you over the edge.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck and gasp for breath, relishing the feel of his hands rubbing your back under the blanket as the aftershocks of your climax continue to squeeze him. "I love you," he states, his voice husky in your ear. "Love you, too," you pant, the thought that he's gonna be your husband in less than a week flashing into your mind and putting a smile on your face.

He eventually stands up and sets you in the chair, tugging his shorts up and pulling the blanket tighter around you as the wind picks up. "Let me blow out these candles real quick then let's go get a hot shower and get in bed."

"It's a little early to go to sleep," you tease.

"Who said anything about going to sleep?" he asks, giving you a wink before blowing out the candles.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Friday, 10/13/23

The next morning -- after serving Joe a quick breakfast and ushering him out the door -- you're drinking coffee and admiring the pretty peonies he brought you yesterday when a thought hits you.

"Maybe I should send him some flowers," you mutter to yourself, a smile curling your lips as you contemplate it. You send him a bouquet of purple and yellow roses every January 13th to celebrate the National Championship he won at LSU, but those are always delivered to the house instead of the facility.

"Let's surprise him," you giggle, dialing your fav local florist before you talk yourself out of it.

Several minutes later you've decided on a bouquet of 9 orange roses with some nice greenery to fill it out. The card reading:

For going above and beyond All my love, Y/n

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A couple hours later you've just finished a work-out and are about to step in the shower when your phone rings. You check the display, a smile gracing your lips as you answer. "Hey gorgeous."

"Hey gorgeous," Joe echoes. "Thanks for the sexy flowers."

"You like them?"

"I love them. Seriously, they're really cool."

"Well, you deserve them after doing all the work to set up our ceremony Tuesday."

He gives a low chuckle. "All the guys think you sent 'em because I rocked your world in bed or something."

"Really?"

"Yep. Even Coach Taylor got in on it."

"No way," you whisper. "What did he say?"

"He said -- 'listen, stud. I'm glad you made your woman happy, but you better dial it back before game day. Make sure you save some energy for the game'."

You roll your eyes. "Leave it to a bunch of men to think it's all about sex."

"I'm hoping it was a little bit about sex," he pouts.

"Boy please!" you exclaim. "If I sent you flowers every time you rock my world, there would be no flowers left in the state of Ohio, or even in the whole damn tri-state area."

He considers this for a bit before laughing along with you. "That's true," he concedes.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sunday, 10/15/23 - Paycor Stadium, Cincinnati, Ohio (just after the 17-13 win against the Seahawks)

You lean against the wall in the roped-off area of the tunnel designated for family of the players, chewing your lip as anxious thoughts scroll through your head -- how bad did he re-tweak his calf, and how pissed will he be at that dismal second half offensive performance? "A win is a win," you mumble to yourself, your pulse picking up when you see Joe striding toward you, the look on his face telling you that even though they managed to pull out the win, he is not happy.

He walks directly up to you and gathers you up in a tight hug, not saying a word out loud but conveying everything with his body language. You press a kiss against his neck then step back so his parents can greet him.

"You played great, Joey!" his mom gushes, giving him a hug as he gives you a 'here we go' look over her shoulder. She continues to praise his performance while he hugs his dad. Joe eventually takes a deep breath and interrupts her. "First half was fine, second half was crap," he grumbles, rolling his eyes when she disagrees with his assessment. "Don't say that," she scolds. "You were great today, start to finish."

Joe locks eyes with you and you speak up. "I think it's okay to admit that the offense wasn't really clicking in the second half." You shrug. "After OBJ went down, the o-line definitely struggled to give Joe a firm pocket, and the play calling got a little conservative because of that." You don't mention the fact that Joe clearly re-tweaked the calf and wasn't moving as well in the second half, but you'll definitely mention it to him later.

Robin raises her eyebrows then nods in agreement as you continue. "The main thing is the defense stepped up, and it was a great team win." You wink at Joe. "A win is a win, right, babe?"

"Right," he agrees, smiling for the first time since he approached y'all. "You wanna go do my post-game presser for me?"

"I think you can handle that," you chuckle, standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss before he says his good-byes and heads for the locker room.

"You really know how to handle him," Robin states with a smile, not realizing that she's the one who just got handled.

~ ~ ~

You wave goodbye to Joe's parents as they drive off after dropping you back at home, rolling your shoulders to relieve some tension as you walk in the house.

You take a shower and pull on a pair of leggings and a long sleeve t-shirt plus some fuzzy socks, eventually heading downstairs to make some (dairy-free) hot chocolate. You scroll your phone while the hot chocolate simmers, smiling at Joe when he ambles in the door, his expression perking up as he sniffs the air.

"What's that delicious smell?" he asks, greeting you with a tight hug and a kiss.

"Hot chocolate," you grin. "You want some?"

"Hell yeah," he answers, dropping onto a barstool while you pour two large mugs of the rich, steaming beverage.

"I'm gonna have a little shot of chocolate liqueur in mine," you say, glugging a bit of the potent elixir in your mug before wagging the bottle at him. "Want some?"

"Yes, ma'am," he grins. "I'm officially on vacation for the next week." He grimaces as the words leave his mouth. "Well, I do have to go in tomorrow morning for assessment and treatment, but after that I'm on vacation."

"You re-tweaked it," you state, adding some liqueur to his mug before handing it to him. "How bad?"

"Not bad. It'll be fine with some rest." He blows on his drink before taking a sip, making 'mmmm' noises as he takes another sip. "I'll be home before lunch tomorrow."

You take a sip of your drink, your eyes going wide as a thought pops in your head. "I forgot the whipped cream," you grumble, grabbing the can of non-dairy whip out of the fridge and giving it a shake. "Want some?" you ask as you add a substantial mound of creamy whip to your drink. "Oh yeah," he moans, holding his mug closer so you can top his beverage.

Y'all spend the next twenty minutes sharing small talk and sipping your frothy drinks, talking about everything from the upcoming weather to the menu items you're going to order at the Lake Lodge restaurant.

"There's like a dozen things that look delicious," Joe says. "We may have to go more than once."

"I'm down," you chuckle, finishing off your drink before giving him a serious look. "Are you nervous?"

He shrugs. "I mean, if the trout meunière is crap, I'll just order another entree. That one's always hit or miss."

"I meant are you nervous that we're getting secretly married day after tomorrow?" you giggle.

"Oh!" He laughs along with you for a bit before settling down. "I'm not a bit nervous about that. Of all the big decisions I've made in my life, this is the one that I've never second-guessed."

Your toes curl inside your fuzzy socks at the earnest look on his face. "I feel the same way."

"Good." He gives you a smile before draining the last of his drink. "Listen, I wanna thank you for handling my mom when she started busting out the praise after the game."

"You're welcome. It worked like a charm."

"There seems to be no end to your talents," he purrs, giving you a wink. "Speaking of that," he continues as he stands up and grabs both of your mugs, setting them in the sink and running water in them. "Let's go upstairs and get naked. You just reminded me we only have two more days to have super dirty premarital sex."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Are you saying we'll be having boring sex once we're married?"

"Don't worry, babe." He gives you a filthy grin before dropping a kiss on your lips. "We'll be having super dirty marital sex starting Tuesday."

"We better," you tease. "Because I'll get an annulment if you try to get by with lights-off missionary or some shit once you have me locked down."

"Let's go upstairs and I'll give you a preview of what's coming once you're locked down."

"Yes, sir," you purr, heading for the stairs, a sizzle of anticipation running through you when you look back and see him grabbing the can of whipped cream out of the fridge.

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joeys-babe · 5 months

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Joey B Imagines: Peewee

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Summary: You take your boyfriend, Joe, to your little brother’s first tackle football game. Your little brother, Tommy, has always been such a huge fan of your NFL boyfriend and both you and Joe loved how much he idolized him.

Warnings: So so fluffy.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Imagine universe: None! (Misc.)

A/N: Joe isn't injured and the Bengals have a very late bye week!

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December 18th, 2023

If you told me a year ago, when I started dating Joe, that we would have to go two months without seeing each other, I wouldn't have even agreed to go on a date with him.

Joe and I had an… age gap. He was 27, with an amazing career and a life built for himself, and I was 20 and still in college.

He was in Cincinnati while I was in Athens attending Ohio University.

We had met through our fathers who were both on the coaching staff at OU. We had a family dinner together, and Joe was the only one of Jimmy’s three boys who was able to make it.

Joe swears up and down still to this day that it was love at first sight when he saw me. He was just out of a relationship and wasn't looking for anything but he says that all changed when he saw me.

Now back to the two months without each other. Obviously, we were long-distance, and it was the mid-football season for him so that meant he was busy all of the time. I had just gotten done with finals for my fall semester, so up until now I had been super busy with university stuff.

Today I would see Joe for the first time since early October, and I couldn't be more excited.

My parents were even super excited because they were the ones on the receiving end of my griping the past couple of months.

My little brother was also super excited. Tommy was 10 years old and playing his first-ever tackle football game today. It was my dad’s travel football team he was playing for. My dad doesn't trust the coaches at his school so Tommy’s not allowed to play there.

Tommy’s only request for his first game was that his favorite NFL player be there.

It was Joe of course, and he promised he would be there.

He didn't disappoint either, just as my dad and Tommy took the field, Joe texted me saying he was a couple of minutes away.

“Are you excited?” - my mom nudged me

“Yeah. I've missed him.” - you smiled

“Oh, we know.” - your mom

I glared at her and rolled my eyes before I pulled out my phone to pass the time.

“Look, there he is!” - my mom

My head snapped up and there he was in all of his glory. Joe was walking over to the bleachers while watching the field.

“Go!” - my mom

I jumped up and ran down the stairs, seeing my mom get her phone out to record in the corner of my eye.

Joe by now had realized I'd seen him and stopped walking to open his arms for me.

When I was within inches of him I jumped into his arms.

His strong arms wrapped around my body and he slowly swayed with me.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” - Joe

“I missed you so much.” - you

“I missed you more. A day didn't go by that I didn't wish I was with you.” - Joe

My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms were around his neck. I knew that Joe wasn't a fan of PDA but this moment was too good, and there were barely any people in the bleachers anyways.

“You’re not allowed to leave me for that long again.” - you

“Never again sweetheart. I'll take you with me if I have to.” - Joe

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too…. so much.” - Joe whispered

A few moments of just hugging later, I spoke up.

“Can you walk us up to my mom? I don't want to let go yet.” - you

“Of course.” - Joe chuckled

My grip on him tightened as he easily started walking in his usual loose-hipped strides.

Climbing the stairs wasn't a problem for him either with me in his arms, Joe was taking two steps at a time.

“Hey Joe!” - your mom

“Hey! It's good to see you.” - Joe

“I don't know if you can tell, but she's missed you a lot.” - your mom

“I think I picked up on that.” - Joe chuckled

Joe gently lowered me onto the bleacher and plopped down next to me. We always sat at the top so we could sit against the wall of chain fencing.

I couldn't help but admire how cute he looked right now. Joe was wearing light grey sweatpants with a dark grey sweatshirt and flannel over top of it. The white backward hat was the icing on the cake.

“You're so handsome, Joe.” - you laid your head on his shoulder

“You say that all the time, baby.” - Joe smiled

“Because I mean it.” - you

Joe looked down at me with a large smile and kissed my forehead. One of his arms looped around my waist as he pulled away.

“Well, you're pretty gorgeous yourself.” - Joe

Feeling my cheeks heating up, I hid my face in his neck. Joe would usually try to make me blush more, but he was enjoying the heat of your red cheeks against his cold neck.

My mom handed Joe a blanket to which he gave her a thankful smile before draping it over our legs.

“You warm?” - Joe

“Mhm. You emit a lot of heat.” - you giggled

“Good.” - Joe

“By the way, you're going to have to activate your muscles and carry my bags to your car later. I have a few.” - you

“I’ll start warming them up.” - Joe joked

My mom laughed along with me and I couldn't feel any happier in that moment.

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I knew Joe would cheer the boys on, but I didn't expect him to be jumping up, yelling, warning the defense when the other team was doing a pass play, and so much more.

This one time specifically, the game was kind of getting slow so I was falling asleep on Joe’s shoulder. My brother’s team got a touchdown and Joe abruptly jumped, waking me up in the process.

“Sorry, my love.” - Joe sat back down and pulled you back into his chest

The scene made me wonder about my future with Joe. Maybe one day we’ll be doing the same thing with our own son.

“I'm so proud of Tommy. He acts so maturely football-wise for his age.” - Joe

His statement sealed my previous thought. There will be a future for us, and maybe I'm right about us cheering on our future son.

——

Come halftime, my dad’s team was up 12-0.

“Joey.” - you nudged your boyfriend, who was deep into a conversation with your mom.

“Mhm?” - Joe

“Can you get me some hot chocolate from the concession stand?” - you

“Of course. I'll be right back. Do you want anything to snack on?” - Joe

“Mm, no I'm okay. Thank you! I love you!” - you

Joe stood up and moved the blanket onto me more before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“I love you too.” - Joe grinned and walked away

A few minutes later, Joe walked back with a drink carrier and a paper bag in his other hand.

“What is all of that?” - you laughed

He handed me and my mom a hot chocolate before setting one down for himself.

“You said you didn't want a snack but I know that means you wanted one.” - Joe handed you the bag

Gosh, he knew me so well. After giving Joe an appreciative smile I opened the bag to find three chocolate chip cookies.

“There was an older lady up there selling baked goods so I thought I'd snag a couple cookies. You can have one if you want to, y/m/n.” - Joe

“Well aren't you sweet.” - your mom took a cookie from you as you handed it to her

My mom happily munched on her cookie and I couldn't help but laugh at my own thoughts.

“What?” - Joe

“You're trying to impress my parents, huh?” - you

“Well, I’m taking you three hours away for a week! I want them to know you're safe staying at my place.” - Joe

That's probably what I'm most looking forward to out of this whole day. After the game is over, I'm going with Joe to Cincinnati where I'll be staying at his house for the week since it's their Bye.

“Joey, they already know that. I wouldn't be going if they didn't. Also, I'm an adult I can do what I want!” - you

“Babe. I know you're an adult. I just don't want them to be wary because I'm an older guy.” - Joe

“Joseph, you're seven years older stop acting like you're forty.” - you

Joe rolled his eyes but I scooted closer to him and threw the blanket over his lap.

“You're allowed to want to impress my parents, but don't feel like you have to. They love you, because I love you.” - you

My heart did pretty much the exact opposite of the rest of my body and warmed deeply when Joe placed a tiny kiss on the tip of my nose. It was a signal that he didn't know what to say back in the moment but appreciated my statement.

——

“Joe!” - Tommy ran out of the gate and up to Joe, who had his arms open for your brother

The team had won, thankfully and now we were all standing and waiting for the kids to get out of their post-game huddle.

I couldn't put into words how I felt when I watched Joe hug Tommy like his own brother. It was so sweet and I'd never felt so in love.

“You’ve got one good man, y/n.” - your mom

“I know.” - you grinned

My eyes drifted from my mom’s smiling face back down to my boyfriend, the love of my life, hyping up my little brother over a couple of his receptions.

That's when I knew Joe was the one.

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Authors note: the fourth day of Christmassss

Guys who is she… consistently updating like this…

This fic came from my own mind! 🤍

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