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masterlist : coach!joel masterlist pairing: college football coach!joel miller x reader summary: [no outbreak] seeking petty revenge on your cheating quarterback ex-boyfriend leads you somewhere you shouldn't be — and then it lands you over the knee of his coach. warnings: (18+ mdni, don't make me say it again.) cheating done by a referenced oc, briefest mention of drugs, porn barely garnished with plot, age gap (22/52), smut, unprotected piv sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, potentially dubcon by way of power imbalance but consent is enthusiastic, daddy kink, sir kink, 'punishment' spanking, degradation, praise, brat tamer!joel, dom!joel, joel spits on her ass but otherwise no butt stuff, mild choking, body writing, so many pet names of so many varieties, aftercare, surprisingly fluffy [no use of y/n] word count: 6.4k a/n: this is a crazy idea to have considering joel can hardly handle ellie. i don't think he'd be able to handle ~118 college-aged boys. however, the idea of football coach! joel is hot to me (i mean, seriously, look at those sluts on the sidelines) so i made it happen. on a serious note, i am so sorry to the unnamed university this is based on. i toured you. i'm legacy. but... joel miller. let's make it clear this is for entertainment purposes only. this is a fictional work about fictional people that does not reflect the school itself, which is a fine institution whose head coaches historically do not fuck students in the locker rooms. shoutout to my dad who, unknowing what this information would be used for, explained to me how he snuck into this stadium 3x. don't do that, either.

You can’t even remember the last time you made a good decision.

Your track record definitely isn’t the cleanest: you chose to go to school in Texas, and then chose to stay there for four years. Choosing to go to that frat party in late junior year wasn’t your brightest moment, either, evidenced by the resulting hangover from hell and, predictably, frat flu. All things considered, those choices pale in comparison to hooking up with their all-star quarterback, Lucas Scott.

Dirty-blonde, blue-eyed, muscled Lucas Scott. He’s the sort of guy who looks like an eight when you’re looking at him after a few shots of tequila and a four when you’re sober. The sort of guy who, after over a year of dating, makes you split the bill halfway after ordering the more expensive entree. Crowned as the most efficient, precise, and instinctive quarterback the Longhorns have ever had. Apparently that instinct hadn’t been enough to drive him away from dipping his wick in every sorority girl’s candle wax.

No matter how much post-orgasm Lucas panted into his ear that he loved you, you weren’t stupid enough to trick yourself into believing it. Staying with him was the easier choice, not yet wanting to reduce yourself to locker room talk. Walking in on him sloppily fucking some redhead nursing major was the breaking point. When it became less about you and more about your dignity.

So, yeah, you’ve never been one for making good decisions, and you certainly aren’t about to start now.

You thought breaking into the stadium would be some sort of monumental task. Trespassing here was normally reserved for campus rooftops and after-hours exploration, but once you’d gotten this batshit crazy idea in your head, you knew it wasn’t going to shake until you at least proved it couldn’t be done.

The open garage at the back of the building doesn’t help to deter you. It’s like there’s a welcome-mat outside saying, ‘Come on in and get what you deserve!’.

Who would you be to decline such a sincere invitation?

The garage is empty apart from some cushy golf carts, and the steel door behind them couldn’t be more tempting. If it’s locked, you tell yourself, you’ll go back to the dorm and forget about your incident of near-trespassing.

You take small steps to the door, testing the handle. It springs right open, and all thoughts of leaving dissipate from your mind.

Who leaves the garage open and forgets to lock the door? Probably people with just as little between their ears (and legs) as Lucas. You scoff in half-disbelief, half-luck as you close the door behind you.

The energy feels stagnant this late at night, no announcer on the loudspeaker or swarms of burnt orange hats and T-shirts standing shoulder-to-shoulder. Industrial lights flicker above, their hums loud enough to make you wonder if you have tinnitus. Concrete lines the hallways, interrupted by a few silver-painted pipes arranged in a labyrinth up against the walls. A few security cameras are pointed at you. Before going any further, you pause to raise the hood of your Longhorns sweatshirt.

Even if you should be, you aren’t in much of a rush; you amble about, really taking in the sterile ambiance of the empty stadium. You turn a few corners, going in what feels like the right direction. You figure you’re getting closer when you spot what looks like it could be a security tower. Crouching behind a trash can, you wait it out, trying to peer through the untinted windows to figure out if there’s anyone in there at all. When you’ve determined it’s unmanned and let out a shallow exhale, you go back up to full posture and keep wandering around unsupervised.

You know you’re in the right place when you find your toes hovering over a red line painted on the oil-stained concrete: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT.

Bingo.

Crossing that line without really thinking about it, you stick to your (so far) tried and true method of going wherever feels the most promising until you’re standing in front of the two black doors you were looking for. The door’s handle is an obnoxiously large longhorn, and you quite literally have to hook ‘em to get inside.

You’re starting to understand where the rest of the university’s funding is going when you walk into the locker room. After dating Lucas for a year, you know the football team is full of itself, but the Longhorniness of it all is… excessive. There’s the silhouette of the logo glowing on the goddamn ceiling, and if the jerseys the players are wearing on their digital nameplates isn’t enough of an indicator of who they play for, every backlit locker has a drawer with, you guessed it: a longhorn painted at the center. A brown vinyl couch wraps around the front of the room in direct view of a powered down videoboard that you can only assume replays highlight reels.

You roll your eyes. Again, your track record with decision-making isn’t the best, because you chose a school who puts every penny towards sweaty frat boys with brain damage from the amount of concussions they get.

And then you see it: a sign tacked onto the middle aisle of lockers that reads CORE VALUES. From top to bottom, HONESTY, TREAT WOMEN WITH RESPECT, NO DRUGS, NO STEALING, and NO WEAPONS. You have to physically clamp your jaw shut to restrict your laughter at the second one.

It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for. Lucas Scott, #10.

His sweat-stained jersey hangs limply from the rack, and you eagerly tear it off, tossing it down onto the floor. Eager like a child ready to color outside the lines of a coloring book, you kneel down in front of it, pulling out the one thing you had prepared for tonight. A bold black Sharpie.

You pop the cap with your teeth, spitting it out somewhere on the floor as you start scribbling. Disguising your handwriting isn’t intentional, but you’re writing so carelessly and on such a foreign material that it comes naturally. Your tongue sticks out of the corner of your mouth as you work. In a year and a half, you’d never felt such satisfaction about — and certainly not from — Lucas.

TWO PUMP CHUMP along the side. FIVE INCHES FULL MAST on the other. CHEATER at the bottom. WHORE across the front.

A throat clears behind you. You drop the Sharpie, a blot of ink forming on the mesh. You startle backwards, scooting until your back hits that stupid longhorn drawer. You’re expecting a janitor, maybe a security guard if you’re extra unlucky.

That isn’t the worst of your options, apparently, because when you look up, it’s at Joel fucking Miller, head coach of the longhorn’s football team.

Your lower lip starts trembling, and that moment is when you decide maybe you need to start making good decisions. You’ve heard enough about Joel from Lucas to know he’s a total hardass. He could drag you by the ear to the dean and have you kicked out at the tail end of your second to last semester in this hellhole.

He glares down at you with his head cocked, hazel eyes far darker than they ever seem on TV. His scruff stipples his hardened jawline, lips thinned out like the worry lines pressed onto his forehead. If you were interested in digging yourself any deeper, you might stall to think about how good he looks: the faint trail of chest hair vanishing down into the neckline of his longhorns polo shirt, his fitted khakis, broad leather belt slung around his waist, and the slight bulge of tummy above it. You swallow hard and kick yourself for it.

“What exactly,” Coach Miller drawls, voice syrupy and sticky. “do ya think you’re doin’?”

Your mouth moves, but no words come out. He doesn’t seem very amused, his muscled arms crossing over his wide torso.

Joel shakes his head. “Ain’t a good look for you, hun, scrawlin’ that chicken scratch all over my QB’s jersey. Could get a real ugly charge for that.”

Heart crashing into your ribcage, you bite down on your lip. “I can pay the damages,” you blurt out.

He sizes you up all over again, eyes dragging up and down your body. They linger on your chest for a few extra seconds that you’re convinced that you just made up. “Can you, sugar? ‘Cause to me, looks like you’re the type to be chasin’ tips at whatever joint hires you.”

You don’t have the bandwidth to be as offended as you should be, especially because he’s right. You settle for glowering at him instead. A huff of laughter pinches out of him. “You give everyone you vandalize that blue look? Or is that lil’ number jus’ because you found out Lucas really ain’t that loyal?” With ease, Joel bulldozes over whatever thinning resolve you have remaining.

“What’s that sign over there say? ‘Treat women with respect’?” You say. Joel’s backlit like all of those over budgeted lockers behind him. You squint your eyes. “You know that’s fucking bullshit. So what if I give him a taste of his own medicine when he’s been a minute man for every girl with a pulse on this campus?” You cap your Sharpie and clip it back onto your collar and get to your feet. So much for good decisions. “Fuck right off with that.”

“Hey, hey. Down, hun.” Joel holds his hands out to you, and you notice just how heavily you’ve been breathing, just how close you are to him. “Never said you were wrong. Kid’s a fuck up in all sorts ‘a ways. But I don’t like how you’re mouthin’ off at me, Miss Priss. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in dire need of a spankin’ to set you right.”

Your breath cuts short and your cunt bottoms out without your permission. You don’t need a mirror to know your eyes just went glassy, your lips parted as your mouth goes desert dry. As discreetly as you can manage, you squeeze your thighs together.

Joel doesn’t miss it. You can tell from the moment his brows raise and his eyes sparkle, the corner of his mouth picking up a smidge. “Oh, yeah? That do somethin’ for ya, hun? Nasty little girl.” There’s a dangerous, uneven grit to his voice that has arousal burning like a candle in your stomach, the wax of your arousal syrupy against your thighs already.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. Fuck.

“No,” you breathe out stubbornly, but you’ve already given yourself away, even to yourself. The insides of your thighs are molten, twitching with every throb of your clit between your legs. That flush of warmth from your pelvis is spreading, overheating.

Joel tuts. “You really think that? You can whine all you want ‘bout wantin’ respect, but at the end ‘a the day, you just wanna be treated like some whore, huh?” And, yeah, he has you figured out, has you in the palm of his hand. Even though you have no idea what someone like him could do to someone like you, you want him to do it. You want to find out. “I’ll tell ya what, sugar, you walk outta here right now and nobody but me’s gonna know you came pitchin’ a hissy fit in my locker room.”

You frown at that, a small arc of your pouty lips that has Joel’s eyes gleaming.

“Or,” he says. “You can pull those wet fuckin’ panties down – don’t gimme that look, I know they are – and I can give ya a real lesson in respect.” He shrugs, hands going to his waist as he looks you up and down.

He knows he has you the same way you know, but you aren’t just going to give in that easily. You flare your nose and counter, “If there’s nothing keeping me here other than a firm hand, why should I stay?”

He’s looking at you like he wants to take you apart. His fingers jump against his hips for the opportunity to break you down.

“Sweetness,” Joel shakes his head as if it’s obvious. “if you let me, I could make you feel good. I’m guessin’ you got some vibrator sittin’ in the back of your desk drawer to use when your roommate’s out ‘n about, but you don’t wanna use that tonight, do ya? You want the real thing, hun, and I’d give it to ya real nice once I teach ya to behave.”

There it is again: Coach Joel Miller has you all figured out. Every syllable he says is doomed to send another shiver up your spine, and damn it, fuck playing coy.

You’re too busy tearing off your hoodie to think about how unsexily dressed you are, but the rushed nature of your actions punches a chuckle out of Joel. “Eager thing.” You’re halfway through kicking your shoes and leggings off when he saunters over to the couch, plopping down on the edge and patting his broad, khaki-covered thigh. Your mouth waters when you look back and see just how much the fabric strains against his leg. “Whenever you’re ready, hun.”

You waddle over to him, stripped down to the basics of your sports bra and everyday panties. It’s the furthest thing from erotic, but the way he’s looking at you isn’t. It’s primal and ravenous, enough to have you forgetting all about how you’d even gotten there in the first place. He licks his lips as he trails his eyes all over you, darkening a couple of shades when he looks at your cleavage. “Lucas is a fuckin’ idiot, baby.”

“Knew that already,” you mumble.

He pats his thigh again, bounces his leg. “C’mon, over my knee like the good girl I know you can be. Hurry up and I’ll only give ya five.”

You shuffle forward, relishing in the rubbing of your thighs that comes from it. He’s sitting on the corner of the couch at the perfect angle for you to rest your head on the arm. It doesn’t take any more convincing for you to put yourself over his lap, not that he needed to do much in the first place. You feel so much smaller than him. Your ass is up for him to do whatever he’d like to; it’s a tantalizing feeling you hadn’t gotten out of any intimacy – if you could call it that — with Lucas.

“Mmmmmm,” Joel groans as he runs a hand between your legs. He rubs at your slit through the soaked gusset of your panties. You can’t stop the way your hips buck, or the pitiful shout that jumps off your lips when he pins you down by the small of your back, robbing you of any friction. Between one arousal-riddled breath and the next, Joel tugs your panties off and flings them to the side. You know how it feels, tacky and cold on your core and thighs, so you can only imagine how it must look. Joel gives you a pretty good idea when he reveres, “Goddamn, pretty cunt is throbbin’ for it.”

He pulls apart your folds and you think you hear him lick his lips above you before he lets them go. The schlick noise your dripping pussy makes is nothing less than pornographic. Joel gropes you carefully, kneads the skin of your ass like you have all the time in the world. Under his ministrations, it’s easy to melt into the couch, forgetting why you’re there in the first place until his palm cracks down on your ass cheek.

The stinging impact has a slurred hnnnngh leaving your lips, and a fresh gush of wetness between your legs to accompany it. You keep your head tucked into the sanctuary of your folded arms, eyes squeezed shut so tight you swear you’re seeing stars. Joel’s quick to rub the spanked patch of skin, his palm soothing his ache. “That’s one, baby.” You nod into your arms. “Think you can take four more?” Another nod.

“I need to hear ya, hun. C’mon, head up f’me.” He taps the side of your cheek, and you prop your cheek up on your forearm. “Think you can take four more?” he repeats.

Your voice hitches, courtesy of the beating that echoes in your chest and between your legs. “Y-yes…”

When the second hit lands, you don’t expect it. You flinch away from his hand when it comes down with a clap that leaves you squirming in his lap. “Yes, what?”

“Yes sir,” you whine out, back arching. Although a punishment, that spank has the same effect as the last: a live wire of arousal strung from your spine to your cunt.

“Takin’ it well,” he praises, squeezing your ass cheeks together. “Sure didn’t expect anyone to come crawlin’ in when I left that garage open, ‘specially not some slut like you with an ass that needs a spankin’ six ways to Sunday.” Just as quick as he can build you up, he can take you down a notch, but you can’t mind when it has you moaning all the same. “Oh, she likes that,” Joel clicks.

He rubs your ass again, and you’re bracing yourself for that next strike, pulled stiff with an arousing, anticipatory sort of fear. Only when you convince yourself it isn’t coming do you let all of that tension flood out of your body — and that’s when Joel smacks his hand across your far-too-trustworthy ass.

You cry out, pouting over your shoulder at Joel, who has a proud smirk drawn all over his face. You don’t even feel your hips rocking down, seeking whatever pleasure you can get until he reprimands, “Ruttin’ against my fuckin’ leg, now, huh? Don’t pretend you don’t like this.”

With a particularly good grind of your hips, you feel his bulge pressing into your thigh. From a mere graze alone, you can tell it’s huge. A whimper tears out of you at the same time he groans above you. “You got nothin’ to prove, ain’t gonna change the fact you’re a slut who needs to get spanked ‘n stuffed to talk ‘er into behavin’ a bit.”

“Can’t even follow your own rules,” you huff, apparently still interested in shooting yourself in the foot even when Coach Miller has you ass-up over his knee.

“Don’t see how you care…” Joel slides a hand down between your legs. He rubs at your clit, an intense pressure that has you wanting more and less all at the same time, before dragging a thick finger across your opening. Arousal squelches between your legs and your hips jump – a dead giveaway to just how turned on you are, whether you like it or not. “when it gets you this turned on,” he finishes. Then that same finger is prodding at your mouth, glistening with your wetness. You whimper before tasting yourself, sucking obediently on his finger until he pulls away with a pop.

You sulk, “Don’t act like I can’t feel you ripping a hole in your jeans, Miller–”

The fourth spank is the hardest by far. The skin of your ass feels bitten by Joel’s ‘firm hand’. It’s the kind of hit that makes your legs kick in his lap and your fingers clutch in the couch’s arm for purchase. You wail, “Daddy!” Pain disappears from your mind when you realize what exactly you just said, quickly replaced by the churning coolant of embarrassment. If you were paying attention to anything else other than the shame suddenly inhabiting your chest, you might’ve been able to feel the twitch of his cock in his pants.

“Daddy, huh?” Joel hums, rubbing your hurt ass with one hand while the other strokes your shoulder. You bury your face back in your arms as an apology takes shape in the back of your throat. “Lucas your daddy, too?”

“No!” You squeak, adjusting in his lap. The hood of your clit catches on the rough material of Joel’s pants. Unable to stop yourself, you hump his knee again, shallow rolls of your hips. You can still feel his hardness against you. Needily, you tip your head up, panting as foggy pleasure hangs over your head.

“Stop makin’ a mess of daddy’s dress pants, baby, unless you wanna be on your knees, lickin’ it up.” You keen, and he chuckles knowingly. “Shoulda known, little whore like you gets off on that.”

Joel gives you a longer reprieve between the fourth and fifth spank. Instead, he strokes your ass and asks, “One more gonna be enough to set you straight, sweetheart?”

“Y..yes daddy,” you whimper. He hums in approval.

You shift back and forth, waiting for it to come — and when it does, it’s softer. It’s by no means a love pat, but it pales in comparison to his previous work. You still sniffle, squeezing your thighs together as he coos, “I know, I know. Poor baby, actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Can’t be on her high horse when she’s over Daddy’s knee.” Gentle, he pats your ass and guides you on all fours at the edge of the couch. He hums in approval. “See? Not throwin’ a hissy fit anymore. She’s all nice ‘n obedient when you get ‘er to act right.”

Joel spreads your pussy with his thumbs, and you hear the vulgar noise of him collecting his saliva before you feel his spit landing on your clenching hole. You’ve never felt so empty, not when your bottom drawer vibrator is buzzing against your core, definitely not when Lucas fucks you in the same old missionary. Whimpering for him, you arch your back to try to rub against his crotch.

“Quit your whinin’,” he snips, his thumb finding your clit in one swipe. Joel’s touch is firm, but not too firm, just enough to make your hips push down with a need only he’s ever made you feel.

Without warning, his middle finger slides inside of you, thick and calloused and so, so right. “Fuckin’... tight.” Another slides in as he starts scissoring you open, apparently satisfied enough when he crooks his fingers deep in your cunt. Instantly, he catches that spongy spot that you can never reach on your own. You nearly crumple with the sensation, limbs going weak and buckling. “That the spot?” he asks, but he already knows.

“Mhm,” you moan, chin instinctively tucking against your chest as if you can get away from the pleasure he’s giving you, as if you’d ever want to.

Then — he stops.

His fingers sit heavy inside of you, so close to where you need them to go. “What the fuck, Joel?”

"Baby, s’that how you get what you want?” He rubs your thigh with his free hand and gives it a quick swat. “Help daddy out, tight girl. I'm not just gonna let you get away with bein’ a spoiled brat. Work yourself on my fingers."

You’re putty in the palm of his hand – malleable, docile for him to treat or mistreat you however gets him hard. You whine, punching your hips back nonetheless. Grinding down, down, down, your cunt unresisting when he gives you another finger. It’s crude, the way you moan for him.

Even though he’s hardly doing anything, just the hand you’re getting yourself off on, that all-consuming strain in your body only gets stronger. “Daddy – close, please…”

“Attagirl, atta-fuckin’-girl, give it to me.” He rewards you with a press of his fingers against that golden spot inside of you. Your orgasm splinters through you, an ecstasy-charged mist fanning over your body. Your release runs down Joel’s hand and your thighs with every clench of your cunt, like you’ve been skinned and set ablaze by your own desire. You fall forward on the couch, no longer able to hold yourself up, arms a tangled mess as you gasp into the cushion. “You come so pretty, baby. Messy pussy, too. Soaked me up to my goddamn elbow.”

You’re still reeling from the best orgasm you’ve had in months, maybe ever, when you hear obscene slurping noises from behind you. You cast a look at him, your arousal returning with a vigor at the sight of Joel sucking his fingers clean. He groans at the taste, and you swear you see his cock jump in his khakis. Stomach warped with desire, you’re about to plummet off of the very dangerous edge of doing just about anything for him right now.

“Please fuck me, daddy,” you plead, and in any other position, with any other person, it might be mortifying, something worth clutching your pearls over. But this is Coach Joel Miller, the last person you ever expected to be fucking, giving you the best fuck you never expected.

“There’s those manners,” Joel praises, leaning over you to press a brief kiss to your shoulder blade. You can smell your release on his lips, a sweet smell that’s so distinctly you. He eases off of you, presumably to take off his pants. There’s the shuffling of fabric, and when he returns to your side, you’re disappointed to find he hasn’t even unbuckled his belt.

You pout at him again, still desperate to get your way. Eye-level with his bulge, you’re salivating over it. You had made a mess of his dress pants, a wet spot formed just above his knee, taunting you. You lick your lips.

“Think it’s only fair,” he says, looming over you. He’s holding the Sharpie you’d brought along with you. Your brows furrow as you look up at him through your lashes. “If I give ya the same treatment you gave his jersey.” His gaze is cocky as he pops the cap with his thumb, giving the marker a twirl.

Oh.

It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. Nothing about this should turn you on as much as it does, yet here you are, in a puddle of your own sweat and cum, itching for the next thing he gives you. And if it’s marking up your body before he fucks your brains out, so be it.

He nudges his head, gesturing for you to get down on your stomach. You lift your knees up and flatten yourself out on the cushions. The vinyl sticks and pulls from your skin as you get where he wants you. A soft, surprised noise leaves you when he straddles your thighs, his clothed cock nudging at your seam.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe out, because it’s the only phrase you can think of that even holds a candle to what all of this has become.

A laugh fans out from under his breath as he starts at your freshly spanked, raw ass. The Sharpie is cold and foreign, tugging at your skin as he inks you up. “Gotta make sure you match before I dick you down, don’t I? What is it you wrote on his jersey? ‘Whore’? Between the two ‘a ya, I woulda put my money on you for that one.”

If that wasn’t enough indication, you figure out what he’s doing by the time he gets to the right cheek, what feels like an ‘R’ taking shape across your ass. He finishes the ‘E’ and sets down the Sharpie for a moment, his meaty palms spreading your ass. It still thrums with the afterglow of his spanking. You don’t think you can throb any more than you already are, but then he spits on you for the second time that night, this time landing it on your puckered asshole. A gasp flutters from your lips as you grind down into the couch, his spit dripping down your folds.

“See? Real whorish, fuckin’ my couch.” He taps your ass for good measure. “Asshole makes a perfect fuckin’ ‘O’, baby. Looks a whole lot better than that chicken scratch shit you put on his jersey.” You think maybe, just maybe, he’ll dismount you and pull his cock out, but instead he keeps writing, scribbling on your back and upper thighs. Every pull of your skin under the bleeding ink has you aching for him.

When he’s content with his work, he lifts off of you, hands fumbling to undo his belt. It snaps apart, dangling open around his waist as his hands open up his khakis. “You let Lucas fuck that sweet lil’ cunt raw?” he asks.

“No, I don’t,” you admit, unable to tear your eyes away from his cock as he pulls it out, and fuck you. Your eyes don’t even feel big enough to take all of him in, and you have no idea how you’re going to fit him between your legs. You almost go cross-eyed at the sight of it, his head leaking precum.

“Thought so. You gonna let me fuck it raw?”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe out, drool pooling in your mouth at the thought of having him inside of you, having him inside of you bare. Yet another thing you never gave to Lucas in a year of disappointing sex, but are eagerly giving up to Joel.

“Gotta be a real nasty slut,” Joel says, returning to his place atop your thighs, his thick ones framing yours. Your breath hitches when you feel the weight of his cock gliding through your ass cheeks and down to your cunt. “to let your ex-boyfriend’s coach bareback ya in the locker room.” A heady gasp tears from you when the head of his cock bumps your clit. He teases you — his cock, slippery with a combination of your arousal, skating from your clit to your spasming opening, not quite nudging in.

“Daddy, please – I need it… need you to fuck me, fuck me–”

He doesn’t make you wait any longer.

When he pushes in, it knocks the air out of your lungs. The only proof that you’re still breathing is when you let out a pitchy, desperate moan. Joel grunts, teeth gritted as he flattens himself down against your spine so he can roll his hips into yours. The pain of his size becomes an afterthought just as quickly as the pain of your spanking, dwarfed by the pleasure he gives you just as easily.

“Fuuuuck,” Joel groans, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and shoulder. Inch at a time, he works you open, grinding his hips into your opening. “Could you be any goddamn tighter?” He bites at your neck from behind with every rock of his hips into yours until he bottoms out.

“Big,” is all you manage to squeak out as he hauls you back on his cock, already prodding your g-spot with his head. Your eyes roll back as you clench around him.

His fingers go up to run circles around your shoulder, soothing you, grounding you when his cock has you anything but. “Mmm, I know, I know. You can take it. All whores can.” With that, Joel starts fucking you, really fucking you, a punishing, relentless pace where he pulls out entirely before filling you to the brim. Each snap of his hips into yours fills the locker room with shameless sounds, the mere background to your depraved moans.

“Never had your pussy stretched by a man double your age before, huh?”

“N–no! Never… never had my pussy stretched mu…much at all–”

Joel slams into you, laughs at the strained noise that you make. “Yeah? Those dumbfucks on my team not doin’ it for ya, baby?” You don’t answer, don’t think he’s expecting one until his hand wraps around your front, forearm pressed firm against your tits. His thick hand wraps lightly around your neck, jostling you. It’s not hard enough to blur your vision, but just hard enough to remind you of the power he has over you. The power you allow him to have. It’s invigorating. Everything about him is.

Moans spurt out of you as you fumble to answer, “No da– daddy! You — ah! — do it for m–me!”

“And what do you say for that? For goin’ outta my way to show you what a real fuck is?”

“Thank you, Daddy!” you cry out. You’re spilling down his thighs, the wet suction of your pussy around his cock making noises more vulgar than you’ve ever heard in porn.

His hand squeezes again at your neck, and you feel floaty, a bubble just waiting to pop. Pleasure dances in every one of your veins, every nerve ending burning like a match that he keeps striking ablaze.

“There you go, desperate slut just needs a freshly spanked ass, a good dickin’ down, and a hand ‘round her throat to behave.” Joel’s pace stays just as harsh, crushing your g-spot with his cock. “Should keep you back here for when we lose, tie you to the goddamn desk. Let my staff take turns with you, see how much crybaby you have left in ya when a dozen men’s loads are drippin’ outta your reamed fuckin’ cunt. Bet you like it when men use you.” The whine that almost gags you on its way out is enough to confirm it.

If he keeps talking to you and the wind blows the right way on your clit, you know you’ll be coming. You’re wringing out his cock with every flutter of your pulsing pussy. The beginning embers of your orgasm turn into a wildfire when he wedges his free hand down between your legs, rubbing messy circles into your sloppy clit. “Fuck, please, please, please,” you sob out, too riddled with pleasure to care about how pathetic you sound or look as you hump his hand while he pounds you.

“Can feel you squeezin’ me, baby.” Joel rasps, nipping at your ear. The hand around your throat falls fully to your chest, pressing you solid against him so he can fuck deeper, deeper, deeper. It’s enough to make you scream, hands clawing and scratching down his muscular grip on you. “C’mon, hun, give it to me, come on my cock, fuck.”

With another thrust, he has you pushed right down onto his fingers, rubbing and flicking you every which way. It’s all you need to come undone, your second orgasm of the night unlatching through you like something forked and angry, battering your sore limbs until there’s nothing left of it or you. You’re a mess, spit oozing down your chin as you slur “thank you daddy” like a broken record, thighs clamping around nothing.

Joel groans as you clench around his cock and continues his relentless pace, hips slapping against yours. The hand he’d been using to rub your clit migrates to your tits, grazing and then thumbing and then tugging lightly your nipples. “There it is, told ya you could be a good girl. Lettin’ your daddy use this cunt to get off, lettin’ me use you. I’m fuckin’ close, baby, where do you want me?”

And you want it even if you shouldn’t, want his cum deep inside of you, want it to leak out into your panties as you walk back to your dorm. You’re still no good at making decisions, too fucked out to tell right from left when you beg, “I–inside, fuck, come inside me, daddy, please.”

Joel practically growls at that, thrusts losing their steadiness as his hips jump and he hurtles towards his release. “Yeah, you’re a goddamn whore, beggin’ for this cum. And you’re gonna fuckin’ take it, yeah… fuckin’ take it.” He slams all the way into you for the last time before shooting his cum into your cunt, swearing and moaning. Breathing like he’s run a mile, he goes slack on top of you, pets the back of your head while he comes down from the exhilaration of his high.

With a gentle kiss to your shoulder, he rises, and the fantasy is over. His cock slips from your pussy, and you feel hollow with the loss. This is where he tucks himself back into his pants, runs a hand back through his hair, tells you to never show your face in his stadium again, and shoves you out the door.

And he does: tucks his softening cock into his boxers, zips up his khakis, does his belt, tames his post-sex head of hair. You wince even if you expected it, leaning down over the edge of the couch to grab your hoodie, already moving to tug it over your head.

“What do you think you’re doin’?” Joel asks, and his tone sounds much more different than the first time he’d asked you. He sounds offended. You blink confusedly, dazedly at him with your arms halfway through the armholes. “Let me clean you up, hun.” Joel side-steps the pile of your leggings and shoes, adjusting the hoodie on your arms and pulling it down your torso. “I know Lucas ain’t done you right, but you deserve to be taken care of, pretty girl.” Your heart pinches in a way that it shouldn’t, not for a hookup with your ex-boyfriend’s coach.

You shift, and he can’t help but look back between your legs where his cum escapes your hole. He manages to pry his eyes away, but not without licking his lips first. “I’ll be right back, baby. Promise.”

When he’s back, it’s with a damp rag. He crouches down in front of you, taking it to the apex of your thighs and wiping away the combination of your releases, careful not to nudge your sensitive clit. He kisses your thigh gently before pulling back, folding the towel on the arm of the couch you’d been crying into just a few minutes ago.

Joel shimmies your ruined panties up your thighs, followed by your leggings. You let him, breath cut like a snipped wire from the sheer intimacy of it all, intimacy you’d lacked with Lucas even after a year of trying. You’d stayed with him for comfortability at your own expense. How stupid could you have been?

Joel pats your knee, eyes soft and weirdly sincere as he looks at you. “I’m sorry about Lucas, honey, but I meant it when I said you deserve to be taken care of.” He rubs the back of his neck before holding something out to you. A business card, his work number plastered in bold sans-serif font across the bottom. “I know this is in reverse ‘n all, but I’d really like to take you out and treat you right, if you’ll let me.”

Saying yes is your first good decision in a while.

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queenie-the-court-jester · 18 days

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break up with your boyfriend

Yandere trans!fem cheerleader x fem reader

It was so shittily made but I need to pump out more fics or else my blog will die. Thank you all for 1k followers though! I'll rewrite this in the future maybe

Tw: mentions of blackmailing, nsfw, slight breeding kink, batshit crazy girlfriend,not proofread, another oc mentioned!?🌺

💄Eva saccharine has been your girlfriend since she first started transitioning. You helped her style her hair, do her nails, pick her clothes, find good makeup, anything she needed to feel like the real her. So when freshman year rolled in, it came as no surprise to you she fit right in with the clique.

💐Ofcourse you had your fears she'd choose them over you but that wasn't the case, because she'd make you eat lunch with them and sit on her lap, not so subtly humping your ass while talking all about cheer practice

🛍️boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. She just wanted you, to just be the two baddest bitches on the block. It didn't matter if you were just like her or the complete opposite, she gushed over you. Praising you for being her good girl, her sweet little princess, her obedient pocket pussy-

💄but at this current moment? She was busy bullying your insides, forcing her fat cock into your slippery hole as she held you steady by your waist. Biting and groaning everytime she'd feel you squeeze that certain spot on her dick

"fu-uuckkk.. baby cakes, 'yer squeezin' me so goood.. ah.. hah.. you wouldn't mind if I pumped a few babes into your tight cunny right? Wanna be my baby mama?"

💐that made you squeeze tighter, holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. She had you face down, ass up and damn near breaking your back with how hard she was going. Hearing the normally composed and playful eva turn into a drooling pussy-drunk mess had you feeling butterflies, just going plap play plap-

🛍️let's just say, by the end of it, you couldn't walk for days afterwards. But no amount of hickies and perfume would be able to scare away a rather persistent guy. He was on the football team, star quarterback, rich asshole. sam white. Eva hated his guts, he thinks he can just waltz in and steal her bitch? Not on her watch.

💄this little feud had been going on for a while, and more times than you could count you've been caught in the crossfire. Though it was kinda funny, seeing them screeching insults at eachother and bickering. Eva would sassily flick her blonde hair and grab you by the collar of your neck, Dragging you away while Sam hooted and hollered at your retreating form

💐you never questioned her morbid fascination with anything horror or paranormal related. She was just obsessed with regular girl things. wanting you to help her summon a demon once, but you aren't that stupid, making blood pacts with them could result in very unsavory ending's and you quite cherished your soul and body

🛍️Eva has more than one account on different social medias, pretending to be multiple different people and Stalking your posts. She'd slide into your dms and flirt, seeing if you'd really cheat on her. She's so happy when you instantly block the account, guess you'll survive not being sent to her basement for another week

💄she has the audacity to grab a frilly pink pen and make you wear clothes that purposely shows off what she wrote. In bright bold lettering, Eva's little cum dump ♡ . Maybe she'll let you bring a jacket, only if you beg her really hard with those big doe eyes she loves. She put a collar and leash on you too

💐don't try breaking up with her, she takes 'they go low, I go lower" to another level. Threatening to post pictures of you in rather compromising positions. When did she record all of this? Who knows. She won't refrain from spreading nasty rumors of you that just force you to come sobbing into her arms, if you try and get comfort from somebody else she won't hesitate to eliminate them. Don't you see? She's the final girl, and you're her love Interest

"I told you not to run pretty baby.. now look what you've done. I gotta fix your mess up~.."

moral of the story: be a loyal loving girlfriend and she'll spoil you rotten with her daddy's black card ♥️

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drchucktingle · 1 year

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lot of buckaroos asking for more information about mothman quarterback ghost pete mobinos record breaking season after the last post so here you go buds

#chuck tingle #mothman #trans #quarterback #ghost #pete mobino

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betterthanburrow · 9 months

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Fat Ass and a Bad Attitude - Instagram AU

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AEW: @.yourinstagram is ready to take out #HouseOfBlack’s @.thejuliahart! #AEWRampage is on TNT!

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thejuliahart: who is she calling a spooky bitch?!

↳ yourinstagram: i said what i said.

username1: i understand now why NFL Quarterbacks decide to date the crazy girls.

thedaddymagic: she said she got a FAT ASS and a BAD ATTITUDE. put it on a t-shirt!

username2: i don’t know if this was a really good backstage promote or a bad backstage promote…

garciawrestling: THAT’S MY GIRL!

↳ joeyb_9: your girl?! 🤔

↳ garciawrestling: oh i mean… THAT’S JOEY’S GIRL!

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yourinstagram: Fat Ass and a Bad Attitude.

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lexynair: damnnn girl!

username1: just knowing that Joe Burrow was backstage in the locker rooms when Y/N did the “Fat Ass and a Bad Attitude” promo, makes the promo much more entertaining to watch.

↳ username2: i wish i could’ve been a fly in the room to see his reaction when she said what she said.

garciawrestling: Purr

username3: Joe Burrow gotta be the luckiest man alive

sonnykissxo: Facts 🔥

joeyb_9: 😘❤️

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Bengals: To get you through this Monday.

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yourinstagram: thank you admin, i needed this.

kirkirwin: one of my favorite photos that i took of Joey.

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SHOPAEW: NEW ARRIVAL!

Check out @.yourinstagram’s latest shirt that just dropped at ShopAEW.com!

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joeyb_9: can i get a t-shirt for free?!

↳ yourinstagram: if you promote the new t-shirt on your instagram story… i’ll give you a special t-shirt 😊

taymelo: this is one of AEW’s best merchandise shirts… i’m definitely buying one of the shirts because it fits my personality!

username1: this is a horrible t-shirt. i can’t imagine that anyone would really buy this ugly t-shirt.

↳ yourinstagram: if you don’t like it, don’t buy it.

username2: wrestling companies will put anything on a t-shirt nowadays 😵‍💫🤣

garciawrestling: i just ordered 3 t-shirts.

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cincyproblems: NFL Bengals Quarterback Joe Burrow posted his girlfriend (AEW wrestler) @.yourinstagram’s new t-shirt and her wrestling match in the main event of AEW: Rampage against @.thejuliahart.

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username1: i guess Joe really wanted that special shirt.

username2: remember when Joe wore one of Y/N’s AEW merch t-shirts to one of the Bengals football home games… imagine if he wears this shirt at one of the future Bengals football games 😳

↳username3: i would pay so much money to see Joe Burrow in a “Fat Ass, Bad Attitude” t-shirt.

↳ username2: when he wears this t-shirt with those grey ombré jeans that he has worn for YEARS 😵‍💫💀

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yourinstagram: ❤️‍🔥

picture credits: @.joeyb_9

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username1: 😍😍

taymelo: i’m going to steal your woman @.joeyb_9

↳ yourinstagram: trust me; you’re my wife for life!

joeyb_9: i’m a lucky man.

username2: Joey B has some nice photography skills!

↳ username1: he’s a football player during football season and a photographer during the off-season!

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Bengals: Those records… they just keep breaking 😏

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cincyproblems: Burrow is THEE GOAT!

yourinstagram: that’s my man 🥰

NFL: 🔥🔥🔥

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yourinstagram: Georgia Peach 🍑

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lexynair: where’s the lie?! 🍑

username1: joey b is LIVING THE DREAM… it should’ve been meee!!!! 😫💔

jadecargill: 🔥🔥

username2: joe burrow may have not won a superbowl yet, but he won in life by getting the hot girl from AEW.

chrisjerichofozzy: Amazing Shirt!!! 🔥🔥🔥

username3: nice ass.

joeyb_9: Peaches by Bowser will be my number 1 song on Apple Music by the end of this year.

↳ yourinstagram: i can’t believe that this is your best comment ever on one of my instagram posts.

Author’s Note:

i wrote this Instagram AU months ago when i was still an fan of AEW (i haven’t watched any wrestling show in a few months, so i’m very out of the loop) and somehow the IG AU got lost in the Queue until now, because i’ve been publishing so many Instagram AU the past few weeks!

if you have a Instagram AU request, please send the IG AU request to my Inbox and i’ll try to get the requested Instagram AU published as fast as i can!

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

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A Duck’s Dynasty

A/n: Anon requested!

This is a work of fiction so bear with me on the royal family details! Happy reading!

You didn’t grow up the way most kids do. Some people’s parents are married and raise their family in a happy home where there’s laughter and warmth and…love. Your parents were in love, but they weren’t married when you came along, quite the opposite actually. Your father had just been caught up in a messy affair with your mother, his longtime “friend.” Then he divorced his wife, the people’s princess, who passed away mere months before you were born. It was not the most ideal time for Prince Charles to give the world another reason to despise him. So you were hidden away, raised by your mother’s favorite lady-in-waiting, Georgie and her husband Oliver. They couldn’t have children of their own so they loved you with every fiber of their being, cherishing your firsts like they were miracles sent straight from heaven. But there was always a reminder that you weren’t truly theirs, you had gifts sent from your parents, every holiday without fail, extravagant toys and clothes that were painful moments of reality, just as real as the royal blood pulsing through your veins.

The queen had always known of your existence and insisted that even though you were hidden from the public eye, you would live as one of her grandchildren. You attended the finest boarding schools in the UK and became fluent in three languages by the time you had hit the third grade. Everything was falling into place to introduce you to the world as the daughter of Prince Charles of Edinburg and Camila, the Duchess of Cornwall on your 18th birthday. At age 16, your roommate Violet, who was from Seattle, Washington in the United States, introduced you to the vast world of college applications. College sounded so much better than an uncomfortable dress and shaking hands with people who had dedicated their lives to hiding your existence. You spent the next two weeks before your break gathering information to present your argument.

“What if we just postpone my introduction to society until after I graduate? If I remember correctly, you both have always said you want me to experience the wonders of the world. What better way to do that than to actually explore and see what’s out there?” You practically begged.

“I even have the perfect major picked out, journalism. I want to use my media training for good, to study the ins and outs of everything that is out there in order to be prepared for when my name is trending on Google worldwide.”

A year later, you were all moved in to begin your freshman year at the University of Oregon. College was probably the single most fun time you’d ever had in your life, the parties were legendary and you’d really built a family with your roommates. And your job on campus, going over stats and highlights, recapping Duck football games was honestly pretty fulfilling.

“Hey y/n, I know it’s short notice but I need you to cover for Bradley this afternoon. He’s got an interview with Justin Herbert but he just found out has strep so we need you to step in. We’ve got the notes and all the questions ready, you just need to ask them. Can you do that?” Your boss asked, pleading for your help.

You had to admit the opportunity was exciting. Everyone on campus wanted to talk to the starting quarterback and pick his brain so you figured, why not give it a shot. Media coverage in the PAC-12 was an institution of its own, you barely got your two questions in and the rest of the time was spent recording and taking notes in order not to miss anything. Of course when you were walking back to the office, you dropped your phone.

As you bent down to pick it up, someone swooped in and grabbed it before you had the chance.

“You might need this.” Justin says with a smile, holding out the device that looked much smaller in his hands.

“Thank you, I’m not used to carrying all this stuff. My plans kind of changed today when Tyler asked me to cover for Bradley. Got to interview the starting quarterback today, he’s kind of a big deal around here you know?”

He rolls his eyes and grabs some of the notes out of your hands. “Careful, you might make your boyfriend jealous of this quarterback guy.”

“You know…come to think of it, you kinda look like him.”

“Do I?” He asked with a smirk on his face. You loved to see the little dimple peak out.

You tilt your head, grabbing his chin to turn his face from side to side. “Yeah, you look…exactly like Justin Herbert. It’s crazy.” You let out a laugh, looking around to make sure the two of you are still alone.

He nods his head slowly, stepping forward and closing the distance between you. Softly pressing his lips against yours, he smiles into the kiss, quickly losing himself in it. He didn’t have to be anything for anyone when he was with you, he could just…be. A sense of peace washed over him as he relaxed and pursed his lips, resting his forehead against yours to catch his breath. “I um—I have to ask you something.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Well my parents are on this ‘final countdown’ thing before I leave and they’ve been hearing about you and want to meet you for dinner later this week. If you’re up for it?”

His face dropped when you didn’t answer. “Justin um, I think we need to talk.”

“Oh great. Just the words every guy wants to hear after telling his girlfriend that—”

You could tell where his mind was going, the plummeting confidence that he had in your relationship that very few people were aware of, especially not your “parents.”

“No it’s not about us! I would love to meet your mum and dad, but—can we just talk about this somewhere else? I really need to tell you this before we bring any more people into this.”

“Okay yeah, let’s go upstairs to the quarterback room, no one will find us there.” He digs in his pockets for the keys as you press the button on the elevator. The two of you rode in silence and you could practically hear the gears in his brain turning.

He led you over to his favorite chair, one that he’d spent countless nights with you watching film as you did your homework. This was home…and you were about to ruin this little fairy tail you’d created with your very own Prince Charming.

The tight lipped look on your face made him nervous. He knew from your accent that you were going to be heading back to the UK eventually, maybe sooner than he’d hoped and you wanted to rip the bandaid off before things got too messy and feelings were involved. Little did you know, it was way too late for him.

“Justin I—am different. I told you I’m from London, which I am technically, but it’s a bit more complicated than that. Oh bloody hell this is a lot harder than I thought. Um basically…I’m a princess. My parents had a very public affair years ago and then when Princess Diana was gone they didn’t want to bring more drama into a grieving country so I didn’t grow up with my half brothers. I was raised—”

“Wait.” He mutters out. “Your family is…the royal family? The actual royal family?”

You let out a humorless laugh, anxiously waiting for his shock to settle. “The very one. I know it’s a lot but I didn’t want to meet your family without telling you the truth. I only came here to study media and understand the ins and outs of gossip sites versus real journalism and I would never want to put you in a compromising position. I mean, you don’t even have an Instagram.”

His laugh calms you both a bit, the tension that you felt brewing was slowly melting away. Justin had always had this special ability to make the chaos seem so calm. “Thank you for telling me, but this isn’t going to scare me away, I like you a little too much to just let you go.” He held your face in his hands, peppering soft kisses anywhere he could.

“I like you too, a lot. So much that I don’t want to ruin your life by destroying your privacy. You have so much to look forward to, I don’t want your accomplishments to be overshadowed by—”

He shakes his head with a chuckle, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, don’t worry about it. For right now we just need to make sure that you’re ready for a Herbert family dinner. My mom will be pulling out the baby pictures, no doubt.”

“Oh I cannot wait for that,” you pinch his cheek, releasing a breath you hadn’t even noticed you were holding, “thank you for being so understanding. I know it’s a lot to take in.” Justin gave you a simple nod and welcomed you into his arms for a comforting hug.

Present day…

You always knew this day would come. The car was waiting for you outside, a life filled with countless demands, photo ops and so many decisions that would involve none of your input. Justin insisted on saying goodbye the night before, there were tearful promises not to forget the last four years and blatant lies that breaking up would be for the best. It was like you’d just lost a piece of your soul and you were signing your life away to the devil. Nothing would ever be the same.

Were you ready for this? Did you really want to give up your life in LA for your “familial duty” and “loyalty to your country?” What did that even mean? Was any of this actually worth giving up your happiness?

“I’m so sorry, can you make a quick stop before we head to the airport, please?”

The driver nods and puts in the address you provide, sending an array of butterflies in your stomach.

When he opened the door, your heart skipped a beat. It felt like you were seeing him for the first time…all over again.

“Y/n? What—what are you doing here?”

You closed the door behind you, suddenly feeling like you’re out of breath. “I have felt more joy in the last few years with you than I have in my entire life. I always felt like I wasn’t enough and had to hide but with you? There’s so much to look forward to and if you think I’m going to let some stupid little crown get in the way then you’re sadly mistaken. The only title I want is to be yours, until the wheels fall off.”

“Justin, I am not a fucking princess. I’m just me…so here I am, telling you that I love you and I’m not going anywhere. My life is here.”

“I fucking love you,” he whispers onto your lips after kissing you softly. Your hand finds it’s way into his hair as you lean in again, basking in the glow of being home. This time you knew it’s be full of laughter, warmth and so much love.

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lukeevangelista · 1 year

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You’ve Got to Stop Getting Hurt - Justin Herbert

Chargers lost the WC

I’m still mad

So here’s a fluffyish piece that’s I’ve been sitting on

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The Chargers were in Kansas City playing the Chiefs. Granted, this wasn't a game they wanted to lose, but it was a game that if they did lose, they wouldn’t be out of contention for a playoff spot. It was early in the season so as long as no one got hurt and they kept a winning record, they would be a shoe in for a playoff spot.

You were watching from home in Oregon with Justin’s family, your family being there as well.

You two were childhood friends, you two growing up playing in the neighborhood together. You had decided to come home during a break. Typically you would have stayed in LA, but due to Justin being out of town during your off days, you decided to just go home and visit family during the holidays.

You all watched intensely as Justin hit the ground, writhing in pain as he held his ribs. It wasn't long until the trainer was running out to check on the star quarterback, trying to assess him.

Unfortunately, you knew how hard headed he was and he was determined to through the entire game, which he did. In reality, he knew he shouldn't have and he knew you'd be pissed at him.

It wasn’t until the second time he went down that you decided you couldn’t watch anymore.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you stood up with your phone in your hand as you walked into your room.

Everyone had came to your parents house and honestly, in this moment, you wish his parents and brothers weren't currently in your living room, about to hear the conversation was about to happen.

The phone rang a couple of times before going to voicemail.

You tossed your head back as you took in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as you walked back into the living room.

“No luck?” Your mom asked, knowing you had walked out to call your stubborn best friend.

“Nope.” You said as you tossed your phone on the couch where you were sitting as you heard the ESPN broadcasters talk about Justin’s injury, the replays playing over and over.

It wasn't long after you had grabbed the remote, flicking the tv off, claiming “you were tired of seeing that’, that your phone started vibrating on the couch.

Your mom handed it to you, you quickly pressing the green button to answer as you started to walk away.

“Why the hell didn't you leave the field Justin?!” You hissed on the phone as soon as you answered.

“Hello to you too-” He winced in pain as he tried to breathe, “I couldn’t let them down even more.”

“You’re fucking joking right?” You sarcastically laughed, “You’re absolutely ridiculous Justin.”

There was silence on his side as he tried to find the words to say to you.

He let out a heavy sigh as he clutched his ribs, “I don’t understand why you’re so worried about me.”

“You.. you don’t understand?” You chuckled.

“Yeah.” He said, not realizing he was about to start an argument with the person he considered his best friend, “It’d be nice if you’d stop worrying so much. It’s every time I do something that slightly hurts me, you’re panicking.”

“You- stop worrying about you? i can barely stop thinking about you!” you shouted at him, your voice carrying through the house, completely forgetting about your families being there.

“Well that’s about time.” His mom, Holly, said to yours, her agreeing as they heard you shouting on the phone to him, “It took them way too long for one of them to admit it.”

“You what?” He asked, stunned.

“Nothing J. I gotta go.” You said as you quickly hung up the phone, tossing it on your bed as you let out a frustrated sigh, “Justin Herbert, what have you done to me?”

You had made your way back to LA a week after everything had happened. You hadn't spoken to Justin in days and you knew the moment you were back, he would want to be speaking to you.

You had taken two weeks off from your job with the Anaheim Ducks to be able to go home, which worked out because some of the days were paid scheduled time off by the NHL and the fact Justin would be out of town a few of those days due to games.

You walked up your front porch, not noticing Justin’s car sitting down by the road as you pulled your suitcase up the stairs.

“Wait!” You heard from behind you. By the time you had gotten your suitcase up the stairs and turned around, Justin was standing beside you.

He pulled the suitcase from your hands as he pulled you in by the waist, “Why were you so worried?” He asked as his eyes met yours, his breath fanning over your lips.

You were lost for words, mainly because of the position you were currently in. Your brain couldn't think of a coherent thought as your eyes just stared back at his.

A smirk spread across his lips the moment he realized he had you completely tongue tied. He brought a hand up to brush it through the side of your hair before his hand rested on the back of your head, pulling your head towards his. He softly pressed his lips against yours, you immediately kissing back.

“Glad to know were on the same page.” he grinned as you pulled away, “I should have did this sooner.”

“Sooner?”

He gave a subtle nod, “Yeah, it’s not every day the girl you’ve been head over heels for since the sixth grade finally admits she’s into you too.” He grinned as a blush fell across your cheeks.

“I hate you.”

“Liar.”

#justin herbert #justin herbert imagine #nfl imagine #soft thoughts w/ari

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itsmythang · 5 months

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We all know he's doing this to assist trump in putting in his minions to run things in the case that he may win in 2024. It's not any die-hard beliefs he may hold about abortion. MAGAs use religion and morality as shields for their BS.

BREAKING: MAGA Senator Tommy Tuberville is slammed with scandal AGAIN as it's revealed that his military nomination blockade has stopped the first female superintendent of the U.S. Naval Academy from assuming power. This is a huge black stain on Tuberville's record... Seven months ago, the Navy proudly announced that Rear Admiral Yvette M. Davids, a celebrated warship officer, would rise to the aforementioned position.

She was supposed to take the helm over the summer. Instead, Tuberville began his blockheaded blockade, preventing crucial military nominations as he demands that the Pentagon repeal its program for reimbursing service members and their family members for abortion-related travel. "It is particularly harmful to see the Academy’s first female Superintendent locked out of her office — terrible signal," said retired Admiral James Stavridiswrote. He called the blockade "ridiculous."

"For Coach Tuberville I’d say you’ve got a lineman in a quarterback’s spot, and vice versa. It makes no sense," he added referring to the fact that "acting" officers are being forced to fill the roles of nominated officers. So far, Tuberville has blocked a staggering 350 military appointments, proving that he doesn't care about defending America. He would far rather pander to far-right religious lunatics. This man clearly hates this country and cares only about his own political career. He has to go.

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mermaidsirennikita · 5 months

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Top 5 most insane romance novel plots

oh what a good questionnn

--Nobody's Baby But Mine by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, for sure. Genius nerdy lady feels like she would've had a better life if she wasn't quite as smart and wants a baby, so she decides to get pregnant by a man she thinks is stupid, a famous quarterback. She sleeps with him twice; pokes holes in the condom the first time but thankfully that doesn't work lmao, and the next time he's just like "JESUS FINE" and goes in raw and she does get pregnant. Both of those encounters aren't like... great... which adds to the hilarity. Unfortunately for her, he is actually quite smart and catches on VERY QUICKLY LMAO.

--Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole still gets me lol. The "nice" (?) demon brother is kidnapped by his fated mate, a literal evil sorceress (we love a problematic heroine) who needs his baby but also needs him to agree to marry her so the baby is his legit heir so she just... edges him a lot...? And then after he escapes he edges HER a lot? And there's an ultimate evil who's her brother and he also wants to fuck her (this is actually disturbing even tho for the record he's never actually touched her). And she almost dies??? Because she basically has the equivalent of a magical bomb around her neck? His dick was ritualistically pierced back in the day? When he takes her virginity a magical ALTAR breaks and everyone is like ".... congratulations...?"

--I mean, The Earl Takes All by Lorraine Heath. Gorilla twins. OBVI.

--I meeean, the entire Thornchapel series by Sierra Simone. An orgy per book, basically? The complex love triangle that turns into a triad? Auden cries flower petals at one point? Generational sacrifice? Incest (maybe)? It's insane and it's amazing.

--I mean lol, I just recommend King's Captive by Amber Bardan. And that's INSANE. Literally begins with the hero killing the heroine's father on her birthday and then has her living on his private island while he seductively makes her steak and listens to her masturbate.

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs

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Pls explain the Michigan football thing more

For you I will try. I am not the most versed scholar on the topic but the background you need:

The Michigan Ohio state rivalry is rooted in an actual dispute over land (the toledo war)

From 2012-2019, Ohio state won every year

Since 2015, Michigan has been coached by Jim harbaugh, former Michigan quarterback

In 2019, tensions are high. Harbaugh has never beat Ohio state. Tensions are so high in fact, Michigan players attempt to take off an osu players shoe.

In 2020, Michigan has a TERRIBLE season and cancels the osu game, citing covid, but many are skeptical about the real reason

Jim Harbaugh gets a NEW CONTRACT. With a pay cut. He goes from highest-paid head coach in the conference to eighth. But if he starts winning, there’s incentives in his contract to win.

2021 Michigan wins

Credit where credit is due, Michigan had a good team. No suspicions are raised

2022 they win again, after coming back in the second half. Lots of rumors about them “stealing signs”

The deal with sign stealing: to call a play, teams have signs for the coaches to communicate with players. The nfl has technology in their helmets to avoid this problem btw. It’s not illegal to have somebody scout the other teams signs during the game, but it is illegal to send somebody to another game to scout signs “in-person”. It’s also illegal to record the other teams sideline like that. This is because it would give bigger teams a big advantage while smaller schools can’t afford to bankroll spying.

OCTOBER 2023: it breaks that Michigan had a staffer stealing signs. most people assume this story will amount to nothing. It’s hard to prove sign stealing.

THEN it comes out that this Michigan staffer bought 30 tickets over the past three years (since…2021… when they were better…) in his own name on his own credit card. His venmo transactions are public and he appears to be paying others to go to the games and record for him.

Rumors on message boards confirmed:

Many people suggest he could have been a lone actor, who decided to do this on his own, which would lessen the penalty.

THEN it comes out how crazy this guy is. He wrote a 500 page plan to become Michigan head coach in 15 years called his “Michigan manifesto”. He also includes other buddies of his that are coaching staff at other schools.

We all think it’s over, this guy is crazy and did this by himself. How sad for all the Michigan haters

Just a few hours later, the news drops that Michigan computers had detailed budgets and schedules of the sign stealing operations.

So not only was this guy crazy and wrote a Michigan manifesto, the entire program was participating in the cheating with him at the lead. It’s the best of both worlds for a hater like me

Many other rumors are still out there waiting to be confirmed, like the rumor that Michigan shared their knowledge of Tennessee’s signs so their opponent could ruin their championship chances.

Among the rumors

Is the cheating staffer on the sidelines of a Michigan state game???? It certainly looks like it

Note that he hides his face during the tv broadcast. And he wears shades at a 7pm game

How much crazier can this get? Will Jim Harbaugh leave? How much did this effect the 21/22 championships? Did they share the illegal signs? Will Michigan have to vacate their 2021-2022 wins? That would restore Ohio states winning streak… but we won’t know until the end of the season. Michigan hasn’t played since this news broke, but they are back this weekend. We will see how they look. This is the best thing that ever happened to a Michigan hater like me

#it certainly LOOKS like Harbaugh became desperate enough to cheat after the 2020 season #after YEARS of him talking about how he has the most moral program 🥱

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Glenn Thompkins received the Glenn Davis Award for high school football excellence

Glenn Thompkins, the star quarterback of Rialto Eisenhower High, made headlines once again as he was honored with the prestigious Glenn Davis Award for his outstanding performance in Southern California's high school football scene. Just two days after leading his team to victory in the Southern Section Division I championship, Thompkins received this coveted award during a ceremony held in Riverside.

Named after the esteemed Heisman Trophy winner who attended Army and Bonita High in La Verne, the Glenn Davis Award is presented annually by The Times. It serves as a testament to the remarkable talent and dedication demonstrated by high school football players in the region.

At the age of 17, Thompkins, a three-year starter for the Eagles, showcased his versatility and prowess on the field throughout the season. With an impressive 14-0 record under his leadership, the team secured their championship title by defeating Santa Ana Mater Dei with a resounding score of 56-3 at Anaheim Stadium. In this decisive game, Thompkins exhibited his multifaceted skill set by throwing for 174 yards and three touchdowns, along with rushing for 71 yards and an additional touchdown. Not content with just offensive contributions, he also made significant defensive plays, breaking up several passes and returning two punts.

Tom Hoak, Eisenhower’s coach, attributed the team's undefeated season to Thompkins, emphasizing his versatility and ability to excel in any position on the field. Standing at 5 feet 9 inches and weighing 163 pounds, Thompkins amassed impressive statistics throughout the season, passing for 1,214 yards and rushing for 717. Additionally, he showcased his defensive prowess by starting in various positions, including inside linebacker and end.

Thompkins' remarkable performance on the field has garnered attention from numerous colleges and universities, with notable institutions such as Notre Dame, Oklahoma, and Kansas vying for his talents. However, it is widely anticipated that Thompkins will sign with UCLA, where he is expected to continue his football career at the collegiate level.

Among other notable finalists for the Glenn Davis Award were quarterback Keith Smith of Newbury Park and tight end/linebacker Tony Gonzalez of Huntington Beach. The Times also recognized outstanding players and coaches from various circulation regions, highlighting their contributions to high school football:

In the Central City region, honorees included Norman Ysaguirre from Dorsey High (lineman), William Yates from Fremont High (back), and Taja Rodisha from Fremont High (coach).

The Inland Empire region featured standout players such as Coleman Johnson from Riverside Poly (lineman) and Gary Campbell from Norco High (coach).

Orange County's honorees included Tony Gonzalez from Huntington Beach High (lineman), Chris Draft from Placentia Valencia High (back), and Myron Miller from Costa Mesa High (coach).

San Fernando Valley recognized players like Keith Schiele from Lancaster Antelope Valley High (lineman), Mike Kocicka from Newhall Hart High (back), and Richard Fong from Panorama City St. Genevieve High (coach).

The San Gabriel Valley region celebrated talents such as Pene Talamaivao from Pomona Ganesha High (lineman), Miguel Meriwether from West Covina High (back), and Bob Mount from West Covina High (coach).

South Bay's standout players included John Welbourn from Palos Verdes Peninsula High (lineman), Omarr Morgan from Hawthorne High (back), and Don Morrow from Manhattan Beach Mira Costa High (coach).

South Coast region recognized talents like Brandon Whiting from Long Beach Poly High (lineman), Danjuan McGee from Long Beach Poly High (back), and Willie Donerson from Compton Dominguez High (coach).

Southeast region honored players such as Jerry Lemon from La Mirada High (lineman), Greg Ford from Whittier High (back), and Darrell Walsh from Cerritos Gahr High (coach).

Ventura region celebrated players like Leodes Van Buren from Newbury Park High (lineman), Keith Smith from Newbury Park High (back), and George Hurley from Newbury Park High (coach).

Westside's standout players included Matt Higgins from Playa del Rey St. Bernard High (lineman), Seka Edwards from Westchester High (back), and Marshall Jones from L.A. University High (coach).

Glenn Thompkins' remarkable journey from leading his team to victory on the field to receiving the prestigious Glenn Davis Award exemplifies the dedication, skill, and passion that define high school football in Southern California. His achievements serve as an inspiration to aspiring athletes and a testament to the enduring spirit of the sport.

For Reference :-

https://www.linkedin.com/in/glenn-thompkins-0aa41b130

#tranding #current news #personal #my post

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anthroxlove · 1 year

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Jessica Simpson Takes The Narrative Back From John Mayer, Who Seems To Be Even Worse Than We All Thought

The portrait of Mayer she creates is one that feels incredibly familiar in the worst way. John Mayer is That Guy — the one our friends can’t stand, but we can’t shake. Here’s but a small rundown of some of the revelations Simpson provides to cement her case that Mayer is the King of That Guys:

Mayer and Simpson met while she was still married, and in 2006, soon after her divorce from Lachey, the two began a secret relationship.

Simpson worried she wasn’t “smart” enough for Mayer, writing: “He was so clever and treated conversation like a friendly competition he had to win. One minute he was explaining the start of his Rolex collection, and then another he was going on about a collector who he was jealous of, then the nature of jealous, then the concept of time and the heft of it on your wrist….”

Mayer allegedly broke up with Simpson nine times, and each time it was over email. He apparently even followed up one break-up email by sending her the song “Angel” by Aerosmith which, NO.

Simpson claims Mayer told her she drank too much, but rather than get her help he gave her Xanax. (In the book Simpson talks openly about her dependence on alcohol and prescription drugs, and details her long road to achieving sobriety.)

Simpson had collaborated and performed with Lachey a number of times, and though their relationship was over, she felt, sentimentally, that it was their “thing.” Once Mayer found this out, he allegedly tried to force Simpson to let him produce one of her songs. She was so overcome with anxiety that “her vocal cords became frozen” in the recording studio Mayer broke up with her again in an email (obv) shortly after.

While she was dating football player Tony Romo, Mayer insinuated himself into the lives of Simpson’s family via his friendship with Fall Out Boy’s Pete Wentz, who was at the time married to her sister Ashlee. Mayer became a regular at her parent’s home, confessing his love for their daughter – conveniently right after she was profiled in Vanity Fair. Dadager Joe, of course, thought Mayer was “charming”.

After Romo broke up with Simpson for emailing with Mayer (she also alleges that Romo went through her cell phone), the singer-songwriter quickly invited her to his home. “I felt like I was in the closing scenes of an epic, sweeping love story, and the romantic hero had beaten out the star quarterback,” Simpson writes. But when she arrived at his house, Mayer said, “Oh, you don’t get me yet.” He then forced her to listen to him perform songs from his new album.

“I almost puked,” writes Simpson. That — finally — was the end for her.

#anti john mayer #john mayer #jessica simpson #this guy is something else #hollywood assholes #fuck john mayer #dear john #taylor swift

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Forever & Always - Joe Burrow

Summary: After 3 years in a relationship; you expected an engagement ring on your left ring finger to proceed into a new chapter of your relationship, you weren’t expecting to be broke up with… something your ex-boyfriend didn’t learn is that you should never break up with your girlfriend who is a songwriter.

Genre: Angst and Fluff (Ex Lovers AU)

Author’s Note: I do not have ownership of the songs that are referenced in the story, these are songs that already exist in the world. This is a fictional story.

“It Rains When You're Here And It Rains When You're Gone… 'Cause I Was There When You Said, "Forever And Always"” Taylor Swift; Forever & Always.

Once upon a time; you were living a life that was once your dream life. You were in the perfect relationship with your college boyfriend who was the Quarterback for the LSU Football Team, you had given up on your dreams of becoming a singer to focus on becoming a music teacher and the future seemed so predictable.

There was always a voice in your head for many years that told you that you should never give up on becoming a singer-songwriter… But there was no way you would be able to have your own successful career as a singer-songwriter while focusing on supporting your boyfriend’s career.

Other than your boyfriend’s parents, you were the biggest fan of the LSU Quarterback. Other football players on the team were jealous of the relationship because of how supportive you were by attending all of the football games throughout the season and never complaining about the football schedule… and of course there were girls just jealous of you that out of all the students on campus, the LSU Quarterback decided to be in a relationship with someone who was studying to become a music teacher.

As the years went by and the two of you moved from Louisiana to Ohio right after your boyfriend was the number 1 draft pick overall during the 2020 NFL Draft and would now be the Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals… you stayed by his side to support him and worked towards your career goals which was hard to do in the city due to the limitations.

For many months after moving to Cincinnati, the only question people had regarding your relationship was “When are the two of you going to get engaged?” because it seemed to be the next chapter in your relationship and you knew the day where your boyfriend would ask you the most important question of his life would be soon.

But, that day never came… A few weeks after your 3rd year anniversary, your boyfriend wanted to have an important conversation with you in the backyard and you thought that he would be doing an intimate proposal in the comfort of your forever home.

The important conversation wasn’t a proposal, but instead was a break-up. While your boyfriend talked about why he needed the relationship to end but also talked about how thankful he is that you came into his life at the right time and how he apologizes for things ending this way… The only thing you could focus on was how many things you gave up to support him.

After the break-up, you didn’t move out of the house as quickly as you wished you could’ve… The house that was your forever home was now a house you couldn’t recognize, you couldn’t walk around Cincinnati without having the feeling of wanting to throw up on the street, you needed to get out of this town and go to a new city because you couldn’t go to a place that was home.

The move from Cincinnati, Ohio to Los Angeles, California and deciding to chase the dream of becoming a singer-songwriter was the best decision you ever made… The only person in the city that you knew was your Uncle that works for one of the most successful music record labels in the USA and with his help, the dream of becoming a singer-songwriter was more possible than its ever been in your life.

Your family always knew of your dreams of becoming a singer-songwriter but, your Uncle was the only person in your family who understood the talents it takes for someone to become a successful singer-songwriter. When you finally decided to play him a few snippets of lyrics and melodies that you had created, he knew that you had the talents it takes to become a successful singer-songwriter.

All of the thinking and writing that you did throughout the weeks when you were stuck in Cincinnati, Ohio living in your ex-boyfriend’s house really benefited when your Uncle started helping you get in contact with some of the best music producers that worked for his music record label… And with the help of other song-writers in the studio, you were able to create an album that helped you heal from your relationship.

The album was almost done when you heard the news about the Cincinnati Bengals and the Los Angeles Rams in the Super Bowl football game… and while you wished that you could be happy that your ex-boyfriend is achieving his dream of playing in the Super Bowl, you cheered for the football team that was a representation of your new life.

It wasn’t your idea to release your first song less than a a week after your ex-boyfriend and the rest of the Cincinnati Bengals football team lost the Super Bowl, it was the idea of your record label who wanted to use the lost of the football game as an opportunity to create conversation amongst the general public to gain popularity and publicity with your first song.

While there was a part of you that didn’t want to release the song less than a week after the Super Bowl, there was a part of you that trusted your record label that this publicity stunt would work to gain attraction to your upcoming career… and less than 24 hours after the song was released and was heavily promoted by your record label, it’s safe to say that the stunt worked.

Since the move to Los Angeles, you had started gaining a following on social media that was more supportive of your career than your life of being the girlfriend to a successful football player… you were able to build yourself a small fanbase that supported your song covers and enjoyed the small music snippets of your own original music before the release of your lead single but the small fanbase grew bigger than you could’ve ever imagined with the help of promotion from your music label, social media and the drama.

When the break-up became knowledge to the general public only two weeks after the break-up happened, most people didn’t really care about it and only made jokes about how your boyfriend at the time was wanting a Super Bowl ring before giving out an engagement ring… but people started caring about the break-up drama after the release of the lead single because it was clear that in the lyrics of the song, this wasn’t a mutual break-up like how your ex-boyfriend claimed it was when asked about it in a few interviews.

The lead single, Mr. Perfectly Fine, became a hit and it was hard to imagine that the life of fame was the life that you’re living now when less than a year ago you were living in Cincinnati, Ohio… and while you were living the dream life, your ex-boyfriend wasn’t living his best life with the loss of the Super Bowl and the media causing more harm than good on his public image, it definitely wasn’t a good year for Mr. Joe Burrow so far.

From February to May, you spent many hours of the day working on the album, doing interviews and performances while your lead single was on the way to becoming one of the most successful songs of the decade… and the success didn’t stop and slow down because when your first album was released, your record label went all out on the promotions and the album became one of the most successful albums of the decade days after the worldwide release.

This was the dream life that you were once dreaming of living and while you knew that this was the dream life you wanted to live… You couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t feel a bit lonely being at the top of the music charts, because while you were trying your best to put on an act of confidence. At the end of the day you were still very hurt by how your 3 year relationship with the football quarterback ended and there are some days where you wished that things were different.

It’s been a few months since your debut album was released and it’s been almost a year since your 3 year relationship with Joe Burrow has ended… And life couldn’t be better even if it was lonely sometimes.

Today was the first time that you were in Louisiana since the day you and Joe had graduated and left to move to Ohio… Being back in The Pelican State where you have so many memories with your ex-boyfriend has you feeling nauseous, especially since you’re singing in the same stadium where almost 3 years ago, you were in the stands cheering for your ex-boyfriend when LSU won the National Championship.

The NFL had reached out to your team to request that you sing the National Anthem at the football game between the Cincinnati Bengals and New Orleans Saints… and while you wanted to deny the request, your team wouldn’t allow you to do so since they knew that your appearance at the football game would bring more attention to your album.

As you’re getting your hair and makeup done while sitting in the chair in front of the vanity mirror, you couldn’t help yourself to getting lost in your thoughts… Since the moment you arrived in Louisiana, you’ve tried to keep yourself occupied as best as you could from thinking about the last time you were in this state and even though you would be leaving in 2 days to go back to Los Angeles, you didn’t want to risk going out in public with the chances of seeing Joe.

“Is everything okay Y/N?!” your manager asks, looking up from her phone to see your face in the mirror. You perk your head up from staring at the vanity counter and gave her a soft smile.

“I’m fine. I’m just thinking.” you respond. You didn’t want to get into details about what you’re actually thinking in front of your makeup and hair team, because while you do trust them with making you look pretty for events, you don’t trust them enough to keeping the small talks in dressing rooms a secret.

Your manager didn’t believe you when you said that you were fine, your manager is the person that has been by your side since the first day of your career and has supported many of you decisions… Your manager knew that coming back to the state of Louisiana and being in the Superdome stadium because of your memories with your ex-boyfriend. So much has happened in the past year and it was hard at times to comprehend what your life is like now.

There was a knock at the door that pulled you out of your thoughts, as right as your turn your head to the door along with everyone else in the room doing the same… The director of the NFL, Rodger Goodell who is the man that requested for you to sing the National Anthem before today’s football game.

“Miss Y/FN Y/LN! I can’t even begin to tell you how happy and excited I am for you to be apart of the list of amazing singers who have sung the National Anthem.” Rodger Goodell exclaimed, while clapping his hands. “I knew you were meant to be the shining star to sing the National Anthem at today’s football game the moment I heard your voice on the radio.”

While you didn’t believe that you were chosen to sing the National Anthem for tonight’s game just because of your voice and not because of the drama and history between you and the Bengals’ Quarterback… The compliments from the director of the NFL put a smile on your face. “Thank you Sir, I’ve very excited to be singing the National Anthem tonight.”

“That’s good to hear Miss Y/LN!” Rodger Goodell said. “I just wanted to stop by your dressing room to say hello and to let you know that the security guards will come by your dressing room in about 1 hour and will lead you to the designated area to where you’ll walk out onto the football field sing the National Anthem, Trust me the time is going to go by really quick.”

“Miss Y/LN will be ready when you need her to be… There’s no need to worry about her because we’re on schedule.” your manager says.

“I’m glad we’re all on the same page, … Now I have to get going but I’ll be back to see you before or after the National Anthem.” Rodger Goodell says before he smiles and waves at everyone in the dressing room before walking out and closing the door behind him.

While it had been promised to you that the time was going to go by quickly, it had felt like you were in the dressing room for hours… Your hair and your makeup was done so your team had left the dressing room and it was almost time for the security guards to come by to bring you to the area where you need to be. Your manager was getting frustrated at how everyone else wasn’t on time, so she left the room to go speak to someone to try and find out why everyone else is behind schedule.

Being stuck in the dressing room all by yourself was making you feel more anxious and nauseous than you have ever felt in your life… The memories of the past were starting to haunt your mind and you didn’t realize how loud your thoughts were until the knocks at the door were too loud to ignore.

At the sound of the loud knocks, you assumed that it was the security guards that were being sent to you to bring you to the stage on the field… So you got up from your seat in front of the variety desk to open the dressing room door, but seeing who was standing right in front of you had you almost fainting at the sight.

Joe Burrow, your ex-boyfriend, was standing right in front of you for the first time in almost a year wearing the classic white Bengals gear set… It was almost as time stopped because neither of you could speak, the only thing you did was stare at each other for what felt like a longtime but in reality was only a minute.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” you exclaim, after standing out of the trance.

“Do you want the honest answer or do you want the sarcastic answer.” Joe asks. “I had just wanted to stop by and say good luck on singing the National Anthem tonight.”

You rolled your eyes at his response to your question because you know that’s not the reason why he wanted to see you before the football game. “I’m not stupid Joe, tell me the honest answer.”

“That was the honest answer!” Joe exclaims. “The sarcastic answer was that I’m here to play football.”

Once again you roll your eyes at the answer Joe gives to you. “Can you please leave. I have nothing to say to you and I think the last thing we both need for our reputations is for us the be photographed together.”

“Well maybe our reputations wouldn’t be in any sort of jeopardy if someone didn’t try to create drama for the media of our previous relationship many months after we broke up.” Joe snapped. You couldn’t argue back with what Joe had just said because it was true, it was your fault why the media wanted to ruin Joe’s reputation after the months of harassment he faced to do the lyrics from songs l about your relationship.

When Joe realized he wasn’t going to get another response from you as you looked at the ground and kept quiet… He sighed before speaking in a soften tone of voice than he had spoken before. “Look, I think there is a-lot that we have to talk about… Tonight might be the only chance that we’ll have to talk privately about those things. Can you meet me at our old spot in New Orleans about an hour after the game?!”

“I’ll think about it.” You answer before closing the door in his face to go sit back down in front of the vanity desk in your dressing room and putting your head in your hands, trying to control your emotions. You hated how Joe still had control over your emotions even after the relationship between the two of you was over.

After about 5 minutes there was a knock at the dressing room door, before you could think about how you would react if it was your ex-boyfriend was right in front of the door again… The dressing room door opens and it’s your manager and two security guards who are ready to bring you out to the football field.

On the short walk from your dressing room to the football field, your manager is concerned about you due to the change in your behavior from before she had left the dressing room to now… Your manager had assumed that it was just your nerves about performing in front of a huge crowd of people but she wanted to ask you just to make sure everything was okay.

When the four of you were able to stop for a brief moment as you were being handed your microphone and all of the on stage necessities for every performer… This is the time where your manager takes to opportunity to ask you the question that had been on her mind.

“Y/N are you sure that you’re okay?!” your manager asks. You turn your attention from the hands getting your mic pack set up on the back of your waist to your manager and give her a smile.

“Yeah I’m fine I promise.” you answer. “Just a little nervous and excited about performing, that’s all.”

You’ll make the decision on whether or not you want to tell her the truth but, you’ll have to make that decision fast before she finds out on her own… Because one thing that you’ve learned as being her client for the past few months, you can never hide anything.

After a few minutes pass by, it’s finally time for you to perform. As you’re being guided to the stage on the football field, you feel all eyes in the stadium on you. This was going to be the largest crowd you would be performing for and to say you were nervous would be an understatement… and to add even more pressure to the performance, your ex-boyfriend will be watching.

It was important for you at this moment to focus on just remembering the lyrics to the National Anthem and to give the best performance that you could because you know the football fans are harsh critics… and you knew that they’ll be even harsher critics because of your past association with football.

Before you knew it, the performance of the National Anthem was over and you allowed yourself to take in all of the claps and cheers from the crowd in the stadium… You look over to where the Cincinnati Bengals football team are situated at and Joe gives you a quick thumbs up before turning to his teammates as the football game is about to start.

As the security guards are guiding you back from the football field to your dressing room, your manager comes running up the you. “Listen Y/N… I know that the original plan was for you to go back to the hotel room but the Cincinnati Bengals manager offered me and you a spot in one of their reserved suites that is being unused.” your manager says.

Before your manager could ask if you accept the offer of watching the football game in the suite, you decided to answer the unasked question. “We can go watch the football game in the suite! That’s fine with me.”

Your manager is surprised by your answer, but doesn’t think too much of it for now… You knew that you would need to tell her the reason why your behavior towards being here at the football game has changed soon but for right now, it was a secret you’ll die to keep.

The two security guards, your manager, and you are making your way to the reserved suite that has a nice view of the game alongside some exclusive Bengals merchandise and snacks… There was a note on one of the tables that you picked up to look at before your manager had the chance to see it.

You should’ve known that your ex-boyfriend had something to do with you being able to watch the football game from one of the Bengals reserved suites… It was hard for you to understand why Joe was being so nice to you after what happened when he showed up to your dressing room and how it’s your fault for Joe’s tarnished reputation in the public media.

You folded up the note and place it into your packet before your manager could have a chance to see it… but the words that were written on the note stayed on your mind as you and your manger watched the football game.

It has been about a year since the break-up and after you moved out of Cincinnati to Los Angeles, you and Joe have had no contact with each other even though the two of you didn’t block each other on social media or in your contacts list… And it was hard for you to understand why now all of a sudden, your ex-boyfriend wanted to have any sort of communication with you.

After deciding not to start overthinking everything that has happened within the past hour, you decided to just sit back and focus on the football game with your a manger… It’s been a long time since you’ve watched a Bengals football game, but by the way the football team played on the field throughout the game you could easily tell that the team has improved a lot since the last time you saw the Bengals play football.

As much as you wished that you could’ve said that the football game went by fast, it actually felt like time was moving slower than usual… and by the beginning of the 4th quarter, you and your manger decided to leave the stadium so that the two of you could get back to the hotel without any traffic.

When the two of you arrived at the hotel and reached the hotel floor that the two rooms were on… You and your manager went your separate ways to have some time to yourselves before tomorrow’s schedule.

By the end you finally were able to be settled in your hotel room after taking some time to shower, change your clothes, and order room service… The football game was over, and the Bengals had successfully defeated the Saints with a score of 30 - 26.

You knew how important this win was for the Bengals, and especially to your ex-boyfriend… because the last time he was playing football in this stadium, Joe had led the LSU football team to become the National Champions in 2020.

There were a lot of memories that the two of you had in New Orleans and since the beginning of the New Orleans trip when you had arrived in the city… Everywhere you would go in the city, you would be reminded of a memory of you and Joe that would haunt you throughout the day until another location in the city would remind you of a memory and the cycle just kept repeating itself for the longest time throughout your New Orleans trip,

You still hadn’t decided on whether or not you would meet up with Joe at your special spot in New Orleans… but now that the game is over, you knew that you would have to make your decision soon.

Before you could start thinking about the pros and cons for going meet up with Joe and the pros and cons for not going meet up with Joe… your phones rings, alerting you that someone is calling you and when you check your phone, it’s your ex-boyfriend calling you.

You hesitate to answer the phone but before the last ring, you answer and began to speak. “Hey Joe…”

“Hey Y/N…” Joe says.

There a minute of silence between the two of you with neither of you knowing what to say at the moment… The only thing you could hear on the phone call was noise in the background and Joe’s deep breathe every few seconds.

“Listen… I just want to call and ask if you still want to meet up at our spot, I’m going to be leaving the Stadium soon and I already know that you left the stadium so I can pick you up?!” Joe asked.

“Yeah… that’s fine.” you replied.

“Okay… Cool.” Joe said. “Just text me the location and I’ll let you know when I’m on the way.”

“Okay… Bye.” you say.

“Bye.” Joe says before ending the phone call.

Out of all the conversations that you’ve ever had with Joe, that has to be one of the most awkward conversations that you have ever had with someone… Ifs crazy how over one year ago, the two of you could be on the phone for hours and now the two of you couldn’t be on the phone for more than 5 minutes.

You sent Joe the location and once you saw that Joe had read the message… You threw your phone on the bed and started to pace around the room to get ready.

It seemed as if time was going by so slowly as you were overthinking how the conversation between you and Joe would go… The last conversation you had with him before tonight was the conversation that the two of you had the night you had broke up, even though you were still living with Joe for a few weeks after the break-up, there was never any words spoken between the two of you. There wasn’t even a goodbye.

Before you realized how much time had passed, your phone alerted you that there was a new message from Joe that was letting you know he was in front of the parking lot hotel lobby… Suddenly, there was a feeling in your gut that you would be making a mistake, but there was no time to think about the right decision as you quietly sneaked out of your hotel room because your manager still had no idea about what happened between you and Joe before the football game.

The ride down the elevator felt so slow and you prayed that nobody would be waiting on the other side of the door for a ride… The sweatshirt with a hoodie could only be a disguise from a distance and the last thing you needed to happen tonight would be for you to be seen out in public with your ex-boyfriend.

The elevator doors opened as your ride to the lobby floor was done and you rushed out of the elevator and out of the hotel lobby as quickly as you could… You spotted Joe’s car parked right where he said he would be. As you walked to the car, his face looks up from his phone to give you a smile then he unlocked the passenger seat door.

As you get comfortable in the passenger seat while putting your seatbelt on after closing the passenger door, Joe speaks up. “It’s good to see you.”

You turn to see him giving you the soft smile that made you fall in love with him all of those years ago. It hurt to see the same man that broke your heart over a year ago smile at you like he did nothing wrong.

“Can you just drive because we get caught.” you ask. Joe nods his head, starts up the car’s engine and then drives out of the hotel’s parking lot.

There was a nice breeze that you could feel since the car windows were down, there was a lot of traffic which shouldn’t be surprising since everyone on the road was leaving the football game… The drive to the spot that you and Joe had claimed years ago was a silent drive, until Joe decided to turn up the radio volume.

“And the next song to be played tonight is a fan favorite hit by the new artist that had taken the music industry by storm… Forever & Always by Y/FN Y/LN!” the radio host announced as the song started to play.

“Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye, and we caught onto something… I hold onto the night, you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me. Were you just kidding?”

While you had expected for Joe to turn down the volume of the radio so that the two of you would be in silence as you’re stuck in a traffic… It was a surprised to see Joe was humming along and tapping his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel.

'Cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down, we almost never speak… I don't feel welcome anymore. Baby, what happened? Please tell me. 'Cause one second it was perfect, Now you're halfway out the door.”

Joe could feel you staring at him as you had a confused look on your face seeing your ex-boyfriend hum along to one of the songs that you wrote about him and the end of your relationship.

“And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called. And then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all. And you flashback to when he said, "Forever and always” … Oh, and it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone. 'Cause I was there when you said, "Forever and Always”.

This song was written in your bedroom at your Uncle’s house in Los Angeles during one of the nights where you couldn’t sleep because all you kept thinking about the conversations between you and Joe where the two of you had talked about your futures together… but at the time when you wrote the song, there was no future with Joe for you to be looking forward to experiencing and now your future with Joe was unpredictable.

“Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide… Like a scared little boy? I looked into your eyes, Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure…”

There’s a reason why your debut album was named after your song that is playing on the radio. You believed Joe when the two of you would talk about your futures together and how the move into the old house in Cincinnati was the beginning of your forever… And now to see him humming along to your song about the false promises he made to you just made you more confuse than ever.

“So here's to everything coming down to nothing. Here's to silence that cuts me to the core… Where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore.”

The car radio volume is turned down by Joe, but you’re still able to hear the song in the background as Joe decides to speak up. “I’m happy that you decided to write good songs about me and our break-up… It would be embarrassing for the both of us if you had written bad songs about me and our break-up.”

“Those good songs about you and our break-up didn’t do your reputation any good…” you said.” How is your publicist doing by the way, I know this past summer had her stressed out.”

“Yeah she was stressed out this past summer, but there’s a reason that she is my publicist.” Joe answered. “I’m glad you have some awareness of how you, your fanbase, and the public media spread around a-lot of harm towards me and my public image.”

When Joe takes his eyes off the road to take a glance at you, he can see the guilty expression on your face.

“Last time I checked… you broke up with me-“

“And then you wrote and recorded songs about our break-up and become the most popular music artist of the year and tried to ruin my reputation.” Joe stated. “I know what I did to you… but I hope you can admit what you did to me.”

“What I did to you?!” you asked.

“Like I said… You tried to ruin my reputation.” Joe stated.

“I didn’t try to ruin your reputation.” you answered. “I didn’t try to hurt you like you hurt me.”

Joe stayed silent, keeping his eyes focused on the cars on the road ahead of him as his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter… Then Joe decided to speak up again “I never meant to hurt you.”

“But you did… and I will never forget that.” you stated before turning up the volume of the radio, crossing your arms as you stare straight ahead on the road. The two of you are silent as your song continues to play.

“Oh, back up, baby, back up… Did you forget everything? Back up, baby, back up… Did you forget everything?”

The chorus of the song repeats itself but this time, Joe isn’t humming along or tapping his fingers to the beat… You can tell that this time, he’s listening to the lyrics and thinking about the nights where he promised you forever but you can’t tell by the look on his face if he has any regrets about those false promises.

The songs ends and the radio host begins to talk about scripted nonsense, you couldn’t take hearing the radio host’s voice at such a loud volume. You turn down the radio so now there is complete silence in the car… The silence between the two of you had you wondering if you had made a mistake to meet up with Joe because it just seemed like the two of you couldn’t get along.

After the car ride in silence, Joe was driving the car into a familiar parking lot that brought back a lot of memories… The Voodoo Lounge, was the bar in New Orleans that you and Joe claimed to be your spot. Since the first trip that the two of you took to New Orleans, this was the bad that was your spot.

When the two of you got out of the car after Joe parked in the parking lot that was located in the back of the bar… You looked around to see that there aren’t any cars parked in the parking lot, which is a good sign that the chances of you and Joe being spotted out in public after the football game are lower than expected.

“Remind me why we decided make a bar in New Orleans our spot?!” you asked, as the two of you walked into the bar and seeing only two bartenders and a bunch of empty seats.

“Because the first time we were in New Orleans… This was the only bar that wasn’t crowded, just like how there’s no crowd tonight.” Joe answered as the two of you take your seats at the table in the back of the bar.

After the bartender came up to ask the two of you and placed in the orders for your drinks, you decided that it was finally the right time to ask Joe a question that has been on your mind for many hours of tonight.

“What do you want to talk about?!” you asks. “It just seemed to me that you had something very important to talk to me about, but all we’ve done so far is have a small argument and sit in silence.”

“There’s a lot of things that I want to talk about, if I’m honest… I don’t know where to start the conversation.” Joe answered, nervously twiddling his fingers.

“Well… We don’t have all night to sit here and talk.” you say. “It’s only a matter of time before my manager realizes that I’m not in my hotel room.”

“You didn’t tell your manager that you were leaving?!” Joe asks with a surprised look on his face.

“My manager doesn’t even know that I talked to you before the football game.” you answer. “Who knows how my manager would’ve reacted if she found out that I was talking to the ex-boyfriend who all of my break-up songs are about… she would tell me that I’m risking my reputation for my ex-boyfriend.”

“People’s reputations seems like something your team cares about… Well, I guess they care more about your reputation than they do care about mine.” Joe says. “Do you realize how much harm I had been through the past few months since your first song was released?!”

“No… I really don’t.” you answer honestly.

“After your first song was released less than a week after the Super Bowl loss… I had people harassing me online and on the streets saying that I was going through the worse time of my life because I had lost the Super Bowl and then lost my girl, which they weren’t wrong about either of those things but it hurt to be reminded of the two losses in my life.” Joe said.

“You lost the Super Bowl which isn’t all of your fault… but losing me was all of your fault.” you said. “Last time I checked, you broke up with me because you wanted to focus on your football career without any distractions and I guess it did work out for you because The Bengals went to the Super Bowl.”

“You’re right… focusing on my career helped The Bengals get to the Super Bowl but I was wrong to call you a distraction and that is what I want to apologize for.” Joe said. “You were never a distraction. and even if you were a distraction, you were a good distraction for me because I remember there were times after games whether I would win or lose and I needed someone to be there for me to get me out of that headspace because I failed to do it all by myself.”

“All I ever wanted to do was to be there by your side and support you.” you replied.

“I know…” Joe mumbled. “It’s crazy how much life changes in a year.”

“Yeah… you’re right about that.” you say.

“And I wasn’t lying about what I said in the car.” Joe says as your drinks that you had forgotten that you ordered from the bar finally arrive at the table. “I’m glad that the songs you wrote and sung about me and the break-up are good songs.”

“I can’t believe you listened to the album…” you say.

“I didn’t want to listen to any of your songs just because I knew that they were going to be about me and our break-up… but then I heard one of your songs on the radio and it was too good to stop ignoring so then I listened to the rest of the album during one of my private work-out sessions.” Joe answered.

“What is your favorite song from the album?!” you ask.

“You’re Not Sorry. which is a funny choice to be my favorite song because I really am sorry about how things ended between us.” Joe answered.

There a brief moment of silence between the two of you. When Joe had invited you to have a conversation with him at the bar that the two of you always considered to be your spot… For some reason; you never expected an apology from him for how the relationship ended, especially since it wasn’t a mutuals decision and that he was the one who broke your heart.

“I don’t know if I can accept you’re apology…” you say. “And it’s not because I don’t believe that you are sorry, but it’s because-“

Joe interrupts you. “I missed you so much… you can’t lie to me and say that you didn’t miss me too.”

“Of course I missed you… but you hurt me.” you said.

“I know… and I’m sorry.” Joe mumbled, looking down at his hands instead of making eye contact with you.

“It doesn’t matter how sorry you are… I’m still hurt. I really thought that the night we broke up was going to be the night you proposed to me. You promised to be with me forever but you broke that promise!” you snapped as you start to feel overwhelmed with you emotion that Joe had control over.

“I know I know… Marrying you was something that was on my mind, but it couldn’t be my main focus at that point in my life and I’m sorry but that’s the truth” Joe says. “But I really miss you, my life is meaningless without you in it.” Joe reached out to hold your hand with his hand as he squeezed your hand in comfort.

“You can’t do this Joe.” you say as you try to pull your hand out of his grasp, but the tight grip that Joe has on your hand isn’t released. “You can’t just try to come back into my life and act like everything is fine… like I said you hurt me and I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

“I know what I did was wrong… I know that if we just talked more about how we were feeling that maybe things could’ve been different.” Joe remarked.

“Things could’ve been different, but you didn’t want to talk. You were too busy to talk, you were too busy to do anything with me. ” you responded.

“I miss you Y/N…” Joe mumbled. “Please tell me that you missed me too.”

“I-“ you started to speak but then stopped which had caused Joe to have a confused expression on his face. You looked at your hand that Joe is still holding to with a tight grip and sighed. “I did miss you in my life… but I can’t allow myself to trust you so soon again.”

When you looked at Joe, there was no longer a confusion expression on his face but now there was a sad look on his face… One year ago, it was Joe breaking your heart but now, you’re breaking his heart.

“I need you in my life Y/N and I’m sorry that I didn’t realize that before you left my life… I’m not asking us to start dating again and to act like nothing happened between us during those months apart… but I’m asking if we can be friends.” Joe asks.

“I don’t know Joe…”

Joe pleaded as he interrupted you. “Please Y/N…”

“This isn’t something that I can give you and answer too right away… Even if I allow you back into my life, things will never be the same as before.” You said.

“I know that.” Joe mumbled, looking down at the floor.

There’s a few minutes of silence between the two of you as you think about the conversation that you and Joe just had as your finishing drinking your drinks… It wasn’t a comfortable silence as you felt like Joe was watching every one of your moves, while you were watching his moves. You watched Joe as he kept his eye on the door and on the bartenders that you knew where ease-dropping on your conversation, which you wouldn’t be surprised became public news tomorrow.

“I’m sorry about the harm that you’ve experienced the past few months…” you say. “I saw the death threats and harassment that people sent your way on Twitter and TikTok. I should’ve spoken up but anytime I wanted to my manager told me it was a bad idea and I listened to them instead of listening to my heart.”

“I can’t lie… it was kinda fun in a weird way to see all of the creative ways that people would wish death upon me.” Joe admitted. “Thankfully, I’m not on social media too much to really care about the death threats but the only time it was bad was when the news about my appendix surgery became public news, that’s when it really affected me because I was convinced that I would die in during the surgery.”

“I’m so sorry Joe.” you say looking down, trying to control your emotions and not being able to handle looking at him. “All I wanted to do was release songs to help me heal, I didn’t mean to put you in harms way.”

“It’s okay… You don’t need to apologize.” Joe says, reaching for your hand, squeezing your hand. But instead of holding onto your hand with a tight grip like earlier, he let go of your hand. “I guess that’s what I get for dating a song-writer.”

“Maybe on the next album, I’ll release song good songs about our relationship.” you joked.

“You can write a song about tonight. A song about meeting up with your ex-boyfriend after a year apart will definitely be your newest #1 hit!” Joe said.

Before you could respond, your phone rings alerting you that someone is calling you… And when you checked to see who is calling, there is a surprise look on your face which has Joe concerned.

“Y/N… who is calling you?!” Joe asks.

“My manager is calling me… I think she knows that I’m not in my hotel room.” you say before answering the call and putting the call on speaker for Joe to listen.

“Y/FN Y/LN!” your manager yells. “Where are you, I know you’re not in your hotel room because I checked your locations. You better have a good excuse!”

“I do have a good excuse I swear.” you exclaim. “I’m at a bar in the city with an old friend from LSU.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out tonight!” your manager asked. “You had worried sick when I realized you weren’t in your hotel room. You should’ve told me that you were going out.”

“I’m sorry… It was a last minute decision for me and my friend to hang out.” you lied. “I’ll be back at the hotel in 10 minutes.”

“Okay… I’ll be waiting for you to arrive at the hotel lobby.” your manger says. “I know you’re new to the world of the music industry, but it’s not safe for you to leave without someone from the team knowing.”

“I understand.” you say. “I’ll be back to the hotel soon.”

your manager sighs. “Okay… Goodbye Y/N.”

“Bye.” you said before ending the phone call before looking at Joe knowing that he was listening to the conversation between you and your manager.

“Well… I guess that means we better get going back to your hotel.” Joe says and you nod your answer to answer him.

The two of you gather your things and Joe leaves a $25 payment on the table for your drinks, then the two of you are out of the bar and walking to the back parking lot to the car… It was starting to get chilly outside since it was late October, the weather changes in Louisiana was something that you’ll never be able to get used too even though you had lived in this state before.

Once Joe and you were in the car and ready to go, the long car ride back to the hotel started… While you knew that there was more that the two of you needed to talk about before a friendship between the two of you starts up again, you knew that the conversation that Joe and you had tonight was a step in the right direction for the two of you to rebuild the friendship.

It was a silent car ride on the drive back to the hotel, where the only sounds that could be heard was the radio as the late night tunes started to play… Every once in a while you and Joe would glance at each other, and when you would make eye contact with each other, the only thing you could do was smile.

Surprisingly to you, it felt like the car ride from The Voodoo Lounge to the hotel was faster than the drive from the hotel to The Voodoo Lounge… And as you started to recognize the streets that are close to the hotel, you’re starting to wish that this was a longer car ride because you didn’t want to leave Joe.

As Joe is driving the car into the hotel parking lot, your heart sinks… At the beginning of the night when Joe had picked you up, you had wanted this night to end as quickly as possible. But now that the end of the night is here, you wished this night would never end because you don’t know when is the next time you’ll see Joe.

When the car stops in front of the hotel lobby, you look from the car window into the hotel lobby windows and you see your manager sitting at one of the tables in the lobby, waiting for your return… You turn your head to see Joe looking at you with a smile.

“I’m assuming that lady sitting in her silk pajamas with her coffee at that table is your manager.” Joe asks.

You nod your head and smile. “Yeah… that’s my manager. I knew she wasn’t lying when she said that she would be waiting for me in the lobby.”

“I would walk you into the hotel lobby but… I’m assuming that she wouldn’t want to know that i’m the friend that took you out into town.” Joe says. “And I don’t want to get you in any more trouble.”

“Yeah… I don’t need to be in any more trouble than I already am in.” you confess.

“Tonight was fun… even though we got into a few arguments.” Joe says. “Thank you for agreeing to meet up with me.”

“Tonight was a fun night… And If I’m honest, I did miss you in my life.” you confess. “I thought about the things you said in the bad on the drive back here and I am willing to take things slow.”

“That’s really good to hear.” Joe says.

As the two of you are face to face with each other, you can feel your heartbeat beating louder than the radio as the both of you are staring at each other without saying anything… Suddenly, you find yourself leaning closer to him as he leans closer to you. Your mind is telling you to stop and to get out of the car, but your heart is telling you to kiss the boy.

Before you could think about your decision… you reach over to place a hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer to you as you place your lips onto his lips. Your other hand is placed on his arm while one of his hands is on your cheek and the other hand is trying to undo your seatbelt to bring you closer to him.

This kiss was never a kiss that you and Joe had ever experienced together, this was a kiss that the both of you needed because of how much you missed each other without realizing it until now… The two of you were in the front seats of Joe’s car making out while your manager was impatiently waiting for your arrival.

When the two of you pulled away from each other because of the need for fresh air, there was no feeling of regret of the kiss…

“Well… I guess that’s one way of taking things slow.” Joe whispered. You giggled as you hit his chest softly.

“We can takes things slow our on way.” you says…When you see that Joe is focused on the view through the passenger car window, you turn to see that your manager has gotten up from the table and is about to walk out of the hotel lobby.

“Oh shit!” you say, turning to Joe, “I better get going before she sees us.” You kiss Joe’s cheek, gather your belongings and rush out of the car.

Joe sat in the car and watched you walked up the sidewalk and into the hotel lobby. Joe felt like a stalker as he watched l you run into your manager right as she was about to walk about the lobby door and sees the two of you start to talk and walk back into the lobby and into the elevator to go back to your hotel floor.

There was no rush for Joe to get back to his hotel that was a few miles away from the hotel you were staying at… As he sat in the parking lot, he decided to check his phone because he hadn’t sat and checked his phone since before the football game.

Joe scrolled through his social medias, praying that there wouldn’t be any posts about people seeing the two of you out in public tonight… even though there wasn’t a crowd at The Voodoo Lounge, he couldn’t trust that the bartenders would keep a secret as he knew from the moment the two of you walked into the bar, that the workers had recognized both of you.

As Joe was scrolling through his social medias now without the worry of seeing any posts about the two do you being spotted out in public together… his phone started to ring, alerting him of a phone call from you.

“Hello.” Joe says as he answers the phone call.

“Hey… I just wanted to ask if you were back at your hotel?!” you ask.

“Actually… I’m still in the parking lot.” Joe answers.

“Oh really?!” you ask. “That’s interesting to know.”

“And why is that?!” Joe asks.

“Because if I wanted to look out of my hotel window, I could see your car still parked.” you say, getting up from the bed and looking out your window. “Maybe I would consider inviting you up to the hotel room but unfortunately my manager has paid two security guards to stand by my hotel door. Just incase I tried to run off without telling her again.”

“That sounds a little too extreme for your manager to do…” Joe says. “Does your manager really think you’re going to run off again in the middle of the night?!”

“I think she’s just being extremely cautious because she gave me this long lecture in the elevator that I don’t remember anything about…” You say as you walk away from the hotel window to sit back on your bed. “I just wanted to call and make sure you got back to your hotel safely, we both know how wild these drivers in New Orleans can be… but you haven’t even left the parking lot, what are you still doing here anyways?!”

“I was actually checking social media praying that we didn’t get caught out in public.” Joe answers. “People were already freaking out this past week that we would be in the same building together, I can’t imagine their reactions if they find out about us hanging out after the football game.”

“If I’m honest… I had been too scared to check social media so that’s for doing that for us.” You say. “ I can’t imagine how my fans would react seeing me with my ex-boyfriend.”

“I bet the ones who still ship us together would be overjoyed.” Joe exclaims, which causes you to giggle. “And the ones who hate my guts for hurting you would be back in my dms sending me death threats.”

“Yeah… the fans will definitely have some sort of reaction.” you say. “Anyways… I have to go to bed soon, are you staying in New Orleans any more days?!”

“No… We’re flying back to Ohio tomorrow morning.” Joe answers. “But I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

“Okay… See you soon.” you say when you’re about to press the button to hang up the phone call when Joe decides to speak up again.

“That’s a promise I’m keeping Y/N” Joe says before he hangs up the phone call.

One year ago, you and Joe had broke up and you thought that you would never talk to him again… but here you are in a hotel in New Orleans; praying that this promise that Joe has made to you will be a promise that he keeps, unlike other promises he has made.

While there are too many thoughts on your mind of all of the events and conversations that you have had today with your ex-boyfriend and the situation you are now in with him, it’s too hard for you to focus on relaxing your mind to try and get hours of sleep.

So you do what you have done best over the past year whenever your thoughts are hard to control, you grab your guitar and your song-writing notebook and you let the events and conversations from today inspire you… Something that you’ve learned throughout the past year is that; if boys didn’t want you to write songs about them, then they shouldn’t date a song-writer.

Author’s Note:

i have been working on this fanfiction for many weeks and i’m so happy that it’s finally published! this is one my favorite fanfictions that i’ve written, it’s always fun to write fanfictions that are inspired by my favorite Taylor Swift songs!

thank you all for the lover and support! 🤍

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