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leanteam43 · 2 months

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I have a criminal minds request! Spencer x Female Reader, where she has a very big crush on him but they coworkers and everyone else knows it but him. She is so scared to admit to him because they are friends and coworkers. But she tries to drop hints and be flirty, but he is too oblivious to know she like him And one day she is just like "I love you, you smart idiot!"

Hot Fudge Pop-Tarts and a Box of Runts

(Spencer Reid One-Shot)

summary : head-over-heels!reader x oblivious!spencer

pronouns : she/her | female!reader

warnings : SLOW BURN LIKE DANG GIRL SPEED IT UPPPP, crappy vending machine facts i googled, mild swearing, reader technically not getting proper nutrients but nothing serious at all, also not proof-read so cope </3

a/n's : i girlbossed gutair is making me a crochet derek morggan - 🌿 | HAPPY VALENTINES DAY (pretend this came out for valentines day - 🌿) - 🎸 | mowmowmowmowmow - 🐇

It was no secret, like...seriously. No secret.

It was bad enough the whole team knew, but once the entire office started catching on...(Y/N) could barely enter the same room as Reid before someone made a teasing comment.

Yet somehow, someway, Spencer Reid still had zero clue that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had the biggest crush on him.

It really did start out as just an innocent crush. The way Spencer constantly seemed to gravitate towards (Y/N)'s cubicle, the way he always seemed to agree with (Y/N)'s profiles or the way Hotch constantly paired the two up when working a case.

So if you really thought about it, it was technically all Hotch's fault.

He had to have known that (Y/N)'s already budding affection for the Spencer would turn into something other than platonic.

It wasn't unjustified of (Y/N) to have a crush, I mean how could someone not have a crush on the infamous Dr. Spencer Reid?

From his charming smile, to that stupidly adorable satchel he carried around...(Y/N) honestly should've quit the first day she saw him if she wanted any chance of making it out alive.

And yet, no matter how many times he walked up to her desk to ask her opinion on a case. The crush only grew stronger.

The team certainly didn't help either.

"He never asks for my opinion on cases." Derek teased, leaning over (Y/N)'s cubicle wall. A cup of joe grasped tightly in his hand.

Before (Y/N) could answer, Emily chimed in. "Me neither!"

Both Derek and Emily looked towards Garcia who was on her way back to her 'BatCave' after dropping some files off on Hotch's desk.

"Nope!" She replied, already knowing the question that was soon to be flung at her.

Well that certainly had to mean something. (Y/N) couldn't help but feel heat rise to her cheeks as she realized just how often Spencer came clambering over to her desk asking about cases and reports.

Derek laughed, patting (Y/N) on the shoulder before returning to the report he'd been dragging his feet on all day.

----

Later that day, as (Y/N)'s workload was down to a few pieces of paperwork and a handful of emails. She found herself waltzing over to Spencer's desk, leaning against the cubicle in an attempt to seem relaxed.

It took a few moments for Reid to realize she was there, but when he did his big brown eyes trailed upwards like a puppy looking to it's owner.

He smiled, opening his mouth to talk but she cut him off beforehand. "Have you had lunch?" She asked boldly, mentally she was screaming at herself because of course Spencer had lunch. The man ran on a schedule.

A schedule she knew like the back of her hand.

"Oh! Yeah! I had leftover pad-thai." He smiles, his pen tapping against the desk rhythmically. (Y/N) let out a small "ohh..", trailing off into thought.

Spencer smiled at her, "...Did you need help on a case?" He asked, "No!" She shouted, before clearing her throat.

"No. I um- I wanted to see...if..." (Y/N) took a deep breath before biting the bullet. She was going to do this because she wanted too, because she wanted to spend time with Spencer. Alone.

"I wanted to see if you would be interested in accompanying me to the vending machine." She said, immediately regretting it when Spencer's brows furrowed and his head tilted.

"It's just down the hall?" He questioned, giving (Y/N) a puzzled look. "I don't like the snacks in that one." (Y/N) lied, she actually only liked the snacks in that one.

That totally wasn't the reason she originally wanted to be in the BAU though.

Spencer thought for a moment before he stood up, grabbing his water bottle on the way before waiting for (Y/N) to lead the way.

----

"Y'know, Derek's jealous." (Y/N) joked as they waited for the elevator to meet the bottom floor. "Jealous? Jealous of who?" He asked, his voice hitching like it always did when he asked a question.

"Of me" (Y/N) mumbled, trying to hide her smirk. "...because you don't ask him for help with cases...only me." (Y/N) added, the context causing Reid to laugh softly.

"Seriously? I thought Derek had a much stronger ego than that." He joked, (Y/N) wrinkled their nose up in laughter as the duo stepped out into the lobby of the building. Now in pursuit of the vending machines.

"I like how you format your reports." Reid commented as they turned a corner, in all honesty (Y/N) had zero clue where she was headed but as long as she pretended to be know where she was going, which she was scarily good at, Spencer would follow along.

"Really? Hotch said Strauss complained about them the first few times." (Y/N) remarked, a sense of pride spreading over her chest. Spencer liked the way she wrote her reports.

"It's easy to follow, but still detailed." He complimented, (Y/N) felt their ears turning a light shade of red.

----

After a lot of dead ends ( (Y/N) had words for the person who designed this building.), the duo had finally found the Lobby-Level vending machine.

"Y'know Florida holds the record for the most vending machines." Spencer noted as (Y/N) searched for what she wanted.

"Really?" She entertained. Unlike most of the team, (Y/N) never actually got tired of hearing Spencer's facts and statistics. In fact, she quite enjoyed them.

"Yeah! Texas and California being close runner-ups." He smiled, excited she'd taken interest in the fact he had spewed. "Don't mess with Texas." (Y/N) joked as she dialed in the correct numbers for the treats she wanted.

"That's all your eating for lunch?" Spencer asked, eyebrow raised. "It's not like we're traveling today, I don't need lots." (Y/N) shrugged. "But that's it? Just hot fudge Pop-Tarts and a box of Runts??" Spencer questioned.

"I'll be fine, you worry too much." (Y/N) laughed, picking up their treats and tucking them into her purse. Spencer rolled his eyes as he moved his hair away from his face.

As the two made their way back upstairs, (Y/N) couldn't help but stand a bit closer to Spencer. Even if there was nobody else there.

"Y'know Reid, your the only one I consult on cases too." (Y/N) shared, nervously biting the inside of her cheek as Spencer took a moment to reply.

"I know." Spencer replied, a smile evident in his tone. "Of course you know." (Y/N) teased, stepping out of the elevator.

Spencer laughed, beginning to make his way back over to his desk.

----

A few weeks had passed and Spencer hadn't missed a single trip down to the lobby vending machine.

"Y'know, you don't have to come with me." (Y/N) said, feeling bad she'd dragged Spencer away from his paperwork at least once a day.

"I know, but what if the vending machine like...falls on you?" Spencer joked, though the worry had popped up a few times in his mind. "In what world would that ever happen??" (Y/N) asked as she waited for her box of Runts to fall from the spiral.

"37 deaths happened just in the years 1978-1995." Spencer spewed, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes. "Well, if that happens to me I promise you can sue to FBI and keep the money." She joked, picking up the boxed candy.

Spencer wrinkled his nose, "I don't want money, I want my coworker." He said. (Y/N) felt their heart beat faster. "Really? You'd take me over winning a lawsuit and getting rich?" She asked, eyes meeting his as he leaned against the wall.

"(Y/N), if I wanted to be rich I'd play more poker." He joked, causing (Y/N) to stifle a laugh. "It's still sweet." She mumbled, causing a light pink blush to spread across Spencer's face.

Holy Shit. She'd done it.

After working for him for over three years, after tirelessly trying to flirt with the man. She'd gotten Dr. Spencer Reid to blush.

Spencer blinked a few times before taking a deep breath, "Uh- are you going to Rossi's after work?" He asked, obviously trying to switch the subject.

(Y/N) didn't answer. Still flabbergasted over the fact Spencer Reid blushed because of her.

Spencer waited a reply, switching between glancing over at her and up to check the how many floors until they reached theirs.

"...(Y/N)?" He asked, his tone turning to one of concern.

Maybe it was the fact that (Y/N) had been surviving off of vending machine food for lunch everyday just to spend time with Spencer.

Or maybe it was the fact she'd waited 3+ years to get a blush out of Spencer.

Either way it didn't matter, because (Y/N)'s mouth started speaking before she could determine if what she was saying was a good idea.

"I like you." She said, there was no taking it back now. Not even the butterflies that instantly appeared in her stomach could take away what she'd just said.

Spencer's brow furrowed.

"Three. Years." She breathed. "I have liked you for over three years, Spencer." She said, her voice more confident now.

"(Y/N)-" Spencer's eyes glanced at the electronical sign that told him what floor they were on just for a moment before snapping back to her eyes.

"Over three years, I have...flirted with you, bought you gifts, I learned how to play chess." (Y/N) listed off on her fingers, the butterflies in her stomach turning to wasps.

"You love chess?" He said, tilting his head in confusion.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT?" (Y/N) yelled, "I hate chess. It's the most boring board game there is. My favorite board game is CANDYLAND." (Y/N) continued.

"I have put my love life on pause for over three years." (Y/N)'s voiced filled the elevator.

"For, you." She continued.

Her voice was so powerful, so full of frustration and desire that neither of the Agents heard the elevator 'Ding!' nor the door open.

"Spencer Reid you are the smartest idiot I have ever met." She finished, taking a deep breath.

The silence that followed was so thick, it couldn't have been cut with a butter knife.

"...I like you too, (Y/N)." Spencer muttered out, a deep shade of red overtaking his face.

Cheers.

Spencer and (Y/N) whipped their head towards the elevator doors, finally realizing that they'd opened.

There Derek and Garcia stood, cheering. Derek's arm in the way of the doors closing as Garcia excitedly bounced up in down spewing out excited nonsense. "Finally! Finally!" She cheered, her hair bouncing excitedly.

(Y/N)'s face turned hot with embarrassment as she looked between all three of her colleagues. Spencer's face was still red, but it was unclear for what reason.

(Y/N) pushed past both Garcia and Derek. Making a beeline for her desk, grabbing her car keys and rushing to the stairwell because the elevators were still too crowded.

"(Y/N)! Wait!" Spencer called after her, his lanky legs struggling to keep up. Reid didn't think he'd ever seen her run this fast in the field.

(Y/N), of course did not wait.

----

After both Garcia and Emily confirmed that (Y/N) hadn't quit her job out of pure embarrassment, all that was left to do is wait.

Hotch informed Spencer that (Y/N) would be coming back to work after a week, she'd used a whole sick week just to avoid the embarrassment.

Well, a week was up and Spencer was pacing by his desk looking at both the clock on the wall and his watch as if that would make time go by any faster.

Thankfully, the bundle of flowers he picked up from the supermarket yesterday hadn't begun to wilt. The hot fudge Pop-Tarts and box of runts were waiting patiently for (Y/N) to walk out of the elevator any second.

Spencer, however, was not waiting as patiently. "Kid, if you walk in one more circle your gonna tear the carpet." Derek mumbled, not taking his eyes away from the paperwork.

"What if she took another week off? What if she really did quit-"

DING!

Spencer's eyes immediately met yours as soon as you stepped into the bullpen. Then, he watched as your eyes trailed down to the flowers and treats he'd displayed on your desk.

A sweet smile was shared between the two of you. Spencer took initiation (it was only fair, you'd only been leading the way for over three years) and walked over to you, ignoring Derek's whispered encouragement.

"Spence, this is so sweet but...I think if I eat one more Pop-Tart I'm gonna actually need a sick week." (Y/N) said, laughing quietly.

"I KNEW IT!" Spencer yelled, causing her laughs to grow louder.

"You really are the smartest idiot I know." She joked, causing Spencer to roll his eyes.

Spencer smiled, "I uh...there's this place I like to go for lunch if-"

"Oh my god, yes." (Y/N) breathed, excitedly holding onto Spencer's arm. Spencer laughed, nodding.

"It's a date."

#criminal minds fluff #criminal minds preferences #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #derek morgan #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds headcannons #criminal minds drabbles #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid headcannons #dr spencer reid

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thebisexualdogdad · 7 months

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Earth 2-Barry Allen x Male!reader headcanons

*I'm currently doing a rewatch of the arrowverse and got to the earth 2 episodes and earth 2 Barry was so adorable I just had to write something for him. Anyways here's a quick recap for earth 2 for anyone who's forgotten because I surely did; Barry is still a forensic scientist, Iris is a detective, Joe is a lounge singer, Caitlin, Ronnie and Cisco are all evil metas and I brought Eddie back just for fun since Barry is with reader

● you're a new detective who fell for the adorable nerdy forensic scientist Barry Allen of earth 2

● when you originally asked him out on a date he thought you were just messing with him cause everyone at the station knew he liked you

● but why would the handsome detective (who was also his best friend Iris' partner) want to go out with him?

● Iris assured him that you really did like him and that date eventually led to you guys getting married 3 years later

● every morning before work you make breakfast while he makes the coffee

● it's a nice peaceful moment to start your day and spend quality time with Barry

● you also help him pick out a bowtie that matches whatever sweater and vest he's wearing that day

● double dates out with Iris and Eddie to see Joe sing at Jitterbugs

● as well as having dinner once a week with his parents

● you hear the "so when are we getting grandkids" question all the time

● "soon mom, soon"

● he's so pure and never swears

● he only says "what the heck" or "dang it" or "fudge"

● it makes you laugh at how sweet it is

● watching sci fi shows with Barry and not knowing anything that's going on

● he tries to explain to you all the sciency stuff behind it which still doesn't make any sense but he gets so excited and is so cute doing so you happily listen to him

● being impressed by your husband every time he creates new tech to help in your hunt for Killer Frost, Deathstorm, Reverb and other metas

● Barry keeps tracks of every meta you have put away and all of your other achievements to brag about how great of a detective you are

● one time you and Iris faced off against Killer Frost and Deathstorm and she nearly froze you to death

● Barry never left your bedside in the months you were recovering

● "Barry stop worrying I'm okay"

● "you're the love of my life Y/N I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you"

● "well it's a good thing you don't have to find out"

● when you get approved to go back to work Barry and Iris throw you a big welcome back party

● Barry is super romantic

● he plans something big for every anniversary from the anniversary of the day you met to your first date/first kiss and even the day you proposed

● you don't know how but he manages to get reservations at the most exclusive restaurants in Central city

● Iris "so what did you and Barry get up to over the weekend?"

● "Barry surprised me with dinner at that fancy French place downtown"

● "how?? Eddie and I have been trying to get a reservation there for months but they are booked until next year"

● even though you've been together for years Barry is still so nervous in the bedroom like it's the first time

● he's clumsy and always knocking things over, you've had to replace so many lamps in your home

● he gets embarrassed by how his body reacts to you and still apologizes for moaning too loudly or bucking his hips uncontrollably

● which you always have to reassure him that it's okay for him to enjoy what's happening and that you love how turned on he gets

● especially when you are role-playing and pretending to arrest him

● or when he sees you in your gym clothes after a work out

● he really can't help staring at your biceps it's his weakness

● when earth 1 Barry shows up to fight zoom he is shocked to find out you two are married (as you are Joe's partner on his earth that he's been crushing on) after you take him to an empty hallway at the station to make out when he was pretending to be your Barry

● your Barry finds out and is not happy about it, "he got frisky with my husband?? I have to find this guy and give him a piece of my mind"

● "you're so cute when you're jealous"

● Cisco "I've been trying to get my Barry to ask you out Y/N for so long now I have proof that you guys would be adorable together"

● Barry "maybe we are just meant to be on every earth"

#the flash imagine #barry allen imagine #barry allen x reader #earth 2 barry allen imagine #x male reader #headcanons

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tytumbles · 7 months

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Fan art of some DnD characters in Adventure Time style.

World of Io- Lost Mines of Phandelver Hardcore

DM: Brett Ultimus

Players: Joe Fudge, The Crowned DM, Tomato, Juniper.

#artists on tumblr #fan art #world of io #art #dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d #Io #Ioverse #Brett Ultimus #Joe Fudge #Crowned DM #Tomato #Juniper

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ivnscribbles · 5 months

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another sunforged fanart hehe. Sir Morgane

#artists on tumblr #digital art #artwork #d&d #joe fudge #sunforged d&d #ivn scribbles

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babybluebex · 1 year

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how do you think baby anthony would react to seeing joe in character as eddie??? like his wife would obviously think it’s really hot but little baby anthony is in her arms just staring at him😂🥺

ok i got like several requests for this concept and i just HAD to write it bc it's so cute (also hella short whoops sorry :/)

You spotted him before he saw you. Of course, Joe was working and wasn’t really paying attention to who came and went from the outdoor set— if you knew anything about film sets, people were always coming and going. The only thing that made you special was the baby on your hip. Anthony was a “wee lad”, as his namesake called him, only 13 months old, small with thin blond hair and giant brown eyes. He had just started walking on his own, babbling away nonsense every day, and you loved having a baby around. The part that sucked was that Joe had been called from home to film Stranger Things.

He hated leaving you two, but you had convinced him to do it. He had auditioned back in 2019, before you even knew you were pregnant, and, by the time Anthony came around, he had already been offered the role of Eddie. Joe wanted to pull out of the project when you found out you were pregnant, mere days after the Duffer brothers had offered him the role and he had accepted, but you told him absolutely not. “This is the biggest thing you’ve ever done,” you told him. “You can’t sacrifice your career for me.”

And now, you had flown from London to Atlanta with a baby in order to visit Joe. You told him that you were coming, but you had fudged the truth a bit, and told him that you weren’t coming for another week. Just that morning, as you were about to leave for the airport, Joe Facetimed you and blew raspberries at Anthony. Joe had lost a lot of weight to play Eddie and the look of his thin cheeks was too different for you, and you had no idea what his costume entailed, so you had no idea what to expect when you got on set.

You didn’t expect the long dark curls that ran down his back. You didn’t expect the ripped jeans and trainers and leather jacket and denim vest. You didn’t expect the shirt he wore, emblazoned with a logo for the Hellfire Club. He looked so different, yet exactly the same, and you bit your lip as the director yelled cut.

You watched Joe fall out of character, and his eyes snapped to you in an instant. “Darling!” he called, and he started to make his way to you. You saw his scene partner (Joe Keery, whom you had never met, wearing a yellow sweater) give you a confused look, but you focused on Joe as he came to you, smiling wildly. He looked gorgeous, but you did take a step backwards as he approached you out of instinct. It was your Joe, but he wasn’t your Joe. It was Eddie.

“Oh my God!” Joe grinned, throwing his arms around your middle and hugging you tightly. “B-But you said that you weren’t coming until next week!”

“Surprise,” you told him, and Joe laughed.

“Jesus Christ, he’s gotten so big,” Joe mumbled, looking at Anthony. Anthony was staring at his father, the way he did with strangers, and Joe added, “C’mere, Ant, come to Daddy.”

The moment Joe put his hands on Anthony’s waist, the little boy whined and moved closer into your chest, and Joe withdrew his arms quickly, as if he had been burned. “Does he not recognize me?” he asked.

“I mean, you do look pretty different,” you shrugged. “Really, really good, but also super different. The hair and the clothes and… God, Joe, why didn’t you tell me that Eddie was so hot?”

Joe laughed lightly, his mind obviously still stewing on the fact that his son didn’t recognize him. “Anthony,” he said softly, smoothing his hand across his son’s downy hair. “It’s just me, it’s just Daddy… Can’t he, like, smell me and recognize me?”

“He’s not a dog, Joe,” you laughed. “C’mon, baby, let’s let Daddy hold you or he might start crying.”

“I definitely will,” Joe chuckled, and Anthony whined in protest as you gave him over to Joe. Instantly, he started to wiggle in Joe’s arms, trying to escape the grip of a stranger, and Joe frowned. “Aw, baby, you’re gonna make your old daddy cry here. It’s just me. I know I look pretty silly, but it’s me.”

Before he could say more, Joe Keery approached the three of you. You had to admit that you were a little starstruck, and your mouth went dry as you smiled at him. “Well, well, Quinn,” Joe Keery said, and he extended a finger towards Anthony, tickling his little tummy. “Who’s this?”

“Keery, this is my wife, Y/N,” your husband began, gesturing at you, and Anthony giggled as Keery tickled his belly. “And this is my son, Anthony.”

“Nice to meet you,” you told Keery, reaching forward to shake his hand, and Keery’s eyes went wide in recognition.

“Quinn’s shown us pictures of you guys,” he said. “I didn’t know that you’d be visiting!”

“I told him we weren’t coming until next week,” you chuckled, and Anthony grabbed at Keery’s finger, sputtering his lips and laughing. “God, he seems like he’s having more fun with you than with his own dad.”

“He doesn’t recognize me,” Joe said glumly, trying his hand at tickling Anthony’s belly. Anthony still laughed, but Joe still frowned. “I think it’s the wig.”

“I mean, probably,” Keery laughed. “It does make you look pretty different.”

“But I thought he’d at least recognize me,” Joe said. Anthony was looking around at everything, smiling his gummy smile at everyone who passed by, and he cooed when you took him out of Joe’s arms and back into yours. “I mean, I’m his dad, for God’s sake.”

“Don’t take it personally, honey,” you told him. “He’s just a little thing, he’ll recognize you tonight when you get out of the costume.”

“But I want it now,” Joe whined playfully. “I want him to do that thing where he plonks his head down on my chest and makes that cute little noise.”

“Aw, yeah, that’s cute,” you mumbled, and Anthony kicked his little legs, obviously wanting to explore. “No, baby, you’ve gotta stay with either Mummy or Daddy, you can’t walk around here.”

“He’s walking?” Keery asked, and you nodded. “How old is he?”

“Thirteen months,” you said, bouncing an increasingly-fussy Anthony in your arms. “But he’s really little, so people think he’s, like, ten or eleven months old. Joe was really tiny as a baby too, so it’s expected.”

“Did my mother tell you that?” Joe asked.

“I mean, if it’s true,” you shrugged. Anthony finally made his tell-tale little whining cry, and you frowned. “Baby, can you get his binky from my bag? It’s in the front pocket.”

Joe was quick to go to your back, where your backpack sat, and he passed you Anthony’s favorite blue binky. You carefully pushed it into your son’s mouth, and Anthony gratefully took it, his little fists curling in your shirt. “I think someone’s getting sleepy,” Joe said softly, pressing his hand to Anthony’s chubby cheek. “Did he nap at all on the plane?”

“A little bit,” you said. “He was asleep when we took off, but he didn’t sleep for very long.”

“Maybe that’s why he doesn’t recognize me,” Joe said. “He’s just sleepy and cranky.”

“Maybe,” you offered. “Anthony, baby, let’s go to Daddy before he throws a wobbly.”

You gave Anthony over to Joe one more time, and your son made a soft coo behind his binky before his head thumped onto Joe’s chest. Joe smiled widely, bouncing Anthony for a moment, and he said, “He did it! He plonked his head down!”

“Maybe he’s recognizing you,” you said as Anthony started to tug at the ends of the wig, obviously curious about it. You could see him starting to warm up to your husband, and Joe pressed a kiss to his hair.

“My good boy,” Joe said softly, his eyes soft and warm as he watched Anthony suck at his binkie and play with the ends of Eddie’s curls. “My smart boy, my sweetie… God, I missed you two so much.”

“Well, we’re here now, baby,” you told him, and you leaned in to kiss Joe’s warm mouth. His lips were dry and chapped, but you didn’t care. You had missed him so much, and the incoming week would hopefully heal your heart. Anthony whined and nestled further into Joe’s chest, and you smiled at him and kissed his blond curls. “You’ve got us now.”

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #dad!joseph quinn #joe quinn #joe quinn x reader #dad!joe quinn #joseph quinn rpf #joe quinn rpf

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be-my-ally · 8 months

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Vegas Calling

very short, very sweet but has gotten me out of my writing slump so success! spoiler alert: the plot is heavily inspired by linda’s tale of elvis telling her he’s bought her a unique ring, and then giving it to sheila and buying her a boring tennis bracelet and pretending that was always the intended gift. but uhhh because this is my fic, and reader is totally, completely, absolutely not based on me, it’s a happier ending.

Loosely based on this prompt: “You will love it” “I will hate it” “Nah, you won’t.” warning: this is unedited.

Reader x elvis 1975 (takes place during the march/april vegas engagement)

wc: 2.4k of a single phone call. let me know if you want a follow-up of reader in vegas!!

@whositmcwhatsit @thatbanditqueen @vintageshanny @ellie-24 @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll @missmaywemeetagain @powerofelvis @from-memphis-with-love @arrolyn1114 (on this note - I never know who to tag in these little one-shots so let me know if you want to be tagged in future!)

It had been a long ten days already, Elvis had left you behind, asking that you just “let [him] get all settled in, hon, then you can come on out and cheer me up.” You didn’t question it - or question the kind of settling he was expecting would be required. It had been a mere six months since his last residency, and by now it was a pretty smoothly run operation. But then, you were both well aware of what he really meant when he asked someone - or really, you specifically -to not come out to Vegas. It likely meant he’d already requested some sparkly little two week wonder to join him. But, you knew his schedule better than everyone, and you knew full well that at the moment he didn’t really have time to be messing about with anyone else, or at least, not in any meaningful way. From what he’d been saying he’d been embroiled in rehearsals for the first few days - time he now claims, fed-up, that was wasted - busy even before the twisted schedule of his show routine started. All in all it meant he’d barely had time to chat, and you were desperate for his call tonight when he’d promised he’d have more of a chance to talk - but more of a chance didn’t mean any earlier, after-all he still had to get through two shows before he could relax and the two hour time difference between Vegas and Graceland felt a lot longer at 2 and 4am respectively.

The phone rings insistently, and you blearily rush to pick it up, unsure how long it had been ringing for while you woke up and panicked that he may hang up if you didn’t get to it fast enough. He’d not been very happy two days earlier when you’d missed his call - his mood swinging from annoyance into being downright teary the following day. You were sure that some other source had been to blame for the extreme emotion, although part of you had hoped it was simply how much he’d loved you, and while you hoped it never got back to him you’d been worried enough about him that you’d called Joe directly to ask him to check in.

“Hullo Elvis baby,” You breathed down the line, still blinking awake. He breathes a little laugh back at you, fondly,

“Hey sweetheart,” He pauses, “That how you always answer the phone?” You’re still not fully awake and you can’t think of anything clever to say in response so you have to settle for a simple,

“Maybe…but… I knew it was you.”

“Better have - You haven’t been givin’ out my special number have you?” It was indeed, very special, his own little hotline straight to you.

“No!” you laugh down the phone,

“Better not - or you’ll be in trou-ble,” he sing-songs it down the line and you giggle back at him,

“I swear! Hey - how’d the shows go tonight?” He pauses, and you can hear the sound of others in the background,

“Oh you know. Same as always, nothing to write home about.” He’s never particularly talkative about these shows - not like he can be on tour, but he normally has some funny anecdote about a woman climbing the tables, or a lyric fudged, or even a joke one of the boys made - he’s not normally totally reluctant to share.

“No?” He doesn’t seem to hear you - distracted, talking to someone else, and you can hear a tittering giggle accompany Joe’s characteristic cackling laugh while you wait for his attention back. You try not to assess it too much or spend any time deliberating who’s wife or girlfriend that might be. You know the others pretend not to know, Joan and Pat and Judy and all the others all turning a blind eye to their own husbands’ many indiscretions and pretending to each other there’s nothing to know. But…Elvis could never keep a secret, and you were more looped into the gossip than any of them probably knew - it made it a tad tricky when you had to pretend to the other steady wives and girlfriends, and you had been so proud of being a girls-girl, the type that wouldn’t have put up with hiding this kinda thing before Elvis - but, ultimately, you didn’t believe any of them truly had no idea - or that they weren’t willingly pretending. And more than anything the potential to be lying in bed, curled up on Elvis’ chest, giggling and gossiping about the ins & outs of the mafia’s relationships was worth more to you than being friends with any of them. None of this made you feel any better about being confronted with the possibility of Elvis distracted by a different girl.

“Elvis?” You question again,

“Uh-huh?” Still distracted, you don’t know what to say other than,

“Is now a bad time?”

“Naw, now why would you think that?” He sounds a little annoyed, short with you, although at least you now have his full attention.

“No -no, no reason. Just wanted to check you could talk.”

“Wouldn’t have called otherwise, would I?” It feels a little like he’s riling you up, and you can’t tell if it's your sleepy state that makes you quick to annoy or if he really is intentionally trying to be a little mean.

“Of course not,” You rapidly try to change the subject, “I really miss you.” You weren’t trying to manipulate him, but you can’t pretend it doesn’t please you when you can hear him call out in the background;

“Go on, yeah, no - no, all of you -go on, clear on out! I’ll be fine, go on.” You can hear the sounds of the guys all rapidly leaving, and then, finally, there’s a momentary lapse before Elvis picks up his bedroom phone, you can hear him breathe down the line, and a little grunt as you hear the bedcovers rustle about.

“Go on then yittle, tell me that again,” You squirm under your own covers, his voice just low and deep and rough enough to make your stomach flip.

“I - I miss you Elvis, I really do, I-I-I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Do ya?”

“Uh-huh, I do,” There’s not much point now to try and play it cool but still you give it a go, lasting all of five seconds before gushing, “I can’t wait to come out there. I’ve been thinking about it all week, can’t wait to see you again.”

“Oh, ba-by, I can’t wait to have you out here either…” You can hear the smile in his voice, “What do you think about - when you’re thinking about me?”

“Oh god,” You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, even though you know it’s just the two of you,

“Go on, honey, you can tell me.” He has to know what he’s doing, emphasizing his accent and tone.

“Oh Elvis” You hate how breathy and girlish you already sound, but from his fond chuckle he’s agreeable to it and that makes you feel confident enough to keep talking, “Everything, oh, just everything - there’s, there’s just so much to think about…”

“Well if you hadta pick?” He’s teasing you, but you can hear the affectionate tone in it - he’s digging for compliments more than anything.

“Oh well, if I had to, I guess… I mean, maybe sometimes I might think about your voice…”

“My voice?” He intentionally lowers it, “You like my voice baby?” and you giggle, fidgeting one foot against the other, rolling the sheets between them.

“Yeah-huh, your voice, and your…” You try not to be too shy, “your, well, I guess your face,” Elvis laughs, slightly taken aback at the pronouncement.

“My face?” You can still hear the smile in his voice, and you decide to do the best to make him laugh again.

“Yeah your cute little face, and, and your cute little butt.” He roars with laughter,

“Ain’t so little ‘ccording to the reviews.” It’s the kind of comment he means light-heartedly, but one that could turn the conversation dire if you don’t have quite the correct response - and it's a lot harder to reassure him that you like every part of him when you can’t touch and show him just how much. You keep the conversation joking, hoping he’ll laugh it off.

“Notice you don’t protest the cute.”

“Well now, honey, I ain’t a liar.” You can hear him shake his head and despite the fact that you’re alone in the room you bury your grin into your pillow, “I miss you too darling girl,” and then almost shyly, “I got you a present today.”

“A present?” You peek out from the pillow, twisting the cord around your finger, “What kind of present?”

“You’ll love it, I promise, doll, it’s just gorgeous - it’s the most unique lookin’ ring I’ve ever seen. Got a huge ol’ red stone right there, next to some diamonds - but all twisted and natural like - it looks totally, totally, organic.”

You feel your tummy flip, he’d promised you similar things before that had never materialized - given away perhaps before you made it to his door, and you’ve not been seeing him long - only a couple of months, and it sounds expensive - probably too expensive.

“Oh - oh Elvis, it sounds lovely, but that’s, that’s too much - I’ll, I’ll hate it - having to worry about wearin’ it and all that…I’ve never, never had diamonds before and you’ve already given me those earrings - and, and my necklace - I’d hate having to worry about them on my fingers.”

“Nah you won’t darling, just trust me - it’s lovely - it’ll look lovely on your little soft hands, you’ve got them softest hands I’ve ever felt.” You were about to protest more, but his voice had dipped down, imploring you to listen.

“Do I?”

“Uh-huh, lil soft hands that deserve to be treated.”

“It's just, it’s just a lot E - I really don’t think -”

“Look why don’t you just wait and see when it gets delivered tomorrow - you’ll be here by then won’t you? You can tell me then.” He’s trying to change the subject, but you still feel guilty, and you just need him to know that you like him for more than just his excessive gifts.

“Well, ok, but you didn’t have-” Elvis growls, cutting you off, tone sharpening as he speaks.

“I aint gotta do a damn thing, I’ve not got a gun to my head - if I wanna buy you a thousand rings I will.” You squirm, while you feel uncomfortable at the concept of the sheer dollar amount he’s suggesting he’d spend on you, you can’t deny the little thrill it gives you. “Think I’ve earnt the right to treat whoever I like to whatever I goddamn want.”

“Of course, I was-“ You try to backtrack.

“Good, because I picked it out special - couldn’t wait to give it to ya, wanted to give it to my sweet yittle grateful babydoll - not have to listen to you bitch and moan ‘bout it.”

“I’m not Elvis…I swear - it sounds,” you give in, sighing “It sounds lovely, I can’t wait.”

“Uh-huh.” He huffs,

“I mean it, I promise.”

“Well…you’ll see it tomorrow. I’ll give it to you then…”

“I really can’t wait… I can’t wait to see it, and I can’t wait to see you - It’s been so hard.” He sighs,

“I know darling, I shouldn’t have left you behind, all on your own. Wasn’t - it wasn’t fair on you.” He pauses, “You know there wasn’t one damn reason why you couldn’t have come with me.”

“Oh.” That was a surprise to hear, and you weren’t one hundred percent convinced of the honesty of the statement. “You don’t, - you don’t have to lie to me, if, if your plans fell through - it’s, it’s okay, I promise.”

“No sweetheart, you’re not listening, don’t,” You can picture him shaking his head, “ don’t make it to be something else - I never made any other plans.”

“Oh, well, I - next time I’ll come with you right away.”

“I’d like that.” It’s abrupt and gruff, and you can tell he means it - probably more than he means the babytalk or the gifts. He yawns and you can practically hear his jaw through the phone, reminding you it's late for him, and later for you, although at least you’d had some sleep before the call.

“Elvis…do you…is there anything you miss about me?”

“Miss about you?” He questions again, and you can hear him shift lower down the sheets, picturing himself settling against the pillows, phone tucked into the crook of his shoulder.

“Uh-huh?”

“Well, well, that’s easy, honey, I-I,” His voice is slowing, and you wonder at what point in the call he took his sleep aid. “I - miss, miss everything about you.” You consider if it’s ridiculous to feel disappointed he doesn’t bother to specify further.

“Everything?” He snuffles, heavy breathing traveling down the line. “Elvis - everything?” You can tell the question practically wakes him up,

“Miss, miss your cute little lips, and, and your - god, honey, I miss your, miss your hair.”

“My hair?!” You can’t help the little screech and Elvis breathes a little laugh back at you,

“That’s right, baby, - your hair, I love your hair, it’s just,” He breathes, “It’s just perfect.” You laugh, he must be thinking of his other girlfriend who doesn’t have your wild frizzy mess.

“Anything else?”

“Well, I-I, miss your legs too, honey,” You make an encouraging hum back to him, closing your own eyes in response to his further slowing speech. “Miss getting to watch you leave a room, you’re so, god you’re so, so pretty baby, miss you so much darling.” Your thighs squeeze of their own accord, and you know he’s probably too sleepy for it but you figure it’s worth a try.

“What would you do if I were there? I-I’ll - If, I mean, if you go first, I’ll tell you what I wanna do to you right now.”

You hope your nerves at your proposition don’t convey over the phone. It doesn’t matter though, since he makes no reply. Tiny snuffling noises straight to your ear. You know it’s wrong to take advantage - since if you’d been footing the bill for it you wouldn’t dream of it but, you also knew he wouldn’t mind - and you’ve missed him beside you so much. So instead of hanging up you settle the phone against your pillow and wriggle all the way down under your covers. Closing your eyes to the sounds of his gentle snoring and sniffs, counting down the hours until you’ll be physically beside him.

#elvis fanfic #elvis x reader #smut lite #be-my-ally #big daddy elvis #elvis presley x reader #elvis x you #writing prompt game #elvis presley fanfiction #fic rec!!#1975 elvis

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plantanarchy · 8 months

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today I wrote a sonnet and cooked eggs from my own chickens and picked ripe tomatoes to share and bought bulk spices at the indian market and got fancy cheese at trader joes and had a hot fudge milkshake while walking a local prairie project in full bloom and visited a trial/demonstration garden and blasted the new hozier and mountain goats on roads i've never been on and bought a wish list cactus and mowed my yard and and

#well sometimes things are just ok #it's still lonely though not because i can't i dont like doing stuff on my own like this but because #well as a poet once said so much of the living is the being unknown

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joeys-babe · 8 months

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(i fudging love his hair, i have an addiction to it)

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 8: Good

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(y/n's pov)

"what do you mean you're joes date?!" - your mom

i was getting ready in my bathroom when my mom walked in and asked what i was getting all fancy for. the look on her face when i explained the situation was one of excitement.

"he didn't have a date mom, the only reason he asked me was because i already know some of the people on his team and their partners." - you

"y/n, joe asked you to be his date! that has to mean something right?!" - your mom

"you're reading into this too much. plus it can't mean too much to him, he told me he likes someone." - you

"oh really?" - your mom

"yeah, he said he doesn't think she likes him back. i told him to shoot his shot anyways." - you

"what if he was talking about you?" - your mom

"mom. you're the reason i'm delusional." - you

"i'm being serious! don't you think it's kind of coincidental that he'd tell you that he likes someone and then ask you to be his date?" - your mom

"i don't know mom.. i don't want to get my hopes up." - you

"i understand that. just see how the night goes and you can come report back to me tonight."

- your mom

"okay i will." - you

my mom gave a me a quick smile before leaving my bathroom, probably going to tell my dad her newfound discovery about me going as joes plus one.

now that i had finished curling my hair and doing my makeup, it was time to slip my dress on. it wasn't anything too fancy, but it was nice enough for the occasion.

i was putting my heals on and doing my finishing touches when the doorbell rang. joes here.

i grabbed my purse and slipped it my phone into it as i headed downstairs. when i got to the last step i noticed that both of my parents were at the door talking to joe with ecstatic smiles on their faces.

how come they weren't this exited to greet tee on our actual date?

clearing my throat to get their attention, all three pairs of eyes landed on me as my parents turning to the side to see me revealed joe. he was wearing a dress shirt and slacks looking incredibly handsome. i watched joes eyes scan over my outfit, a smile pulling at his lips as his eyes met mine.

"you look beautiful." - joe

"thanks, joe." - you returned the smile as you walked towards the door

my parents moved out of the way as i walked out of the door and stood in front of joe.

"love you both, be safe!" - your mom

"we will!" - you answered as you walked to joes car with him

joe walked out in front of me and just when i was about to make a snippy comment, he opened the car door for me.

"why thank you." - you smiled as you sat down

"of course." - joe shut your door and jogged over to his side

your parents were watching through the blinds, unbeknownst to you and joe.

"how are they so blind?" - your mom

"i don't know. i don't know how they can't tell they like each other back." - your dad

"i know right. it's so obvious to everyone but them." - your mom

"i really hope one of them confesses eventually. they'd be the cutest couple. plus i mean i trust joe with her." - your dad

"if they do get together i take full responsibility for their relationship." - your mom

"you're the one in their ear, so i'll give it to ya."

- your dad

once i was in the car with joe he connected his phone to the cars sound system and shuffled a kid cudi album.

"of course you still listen to kid cudi" - you

"yes of course, he's the man." - joe

"i remember in high school, you'd play man on the moon on loop. i've heard that album hundreds of times." - you

"oh yeah? then maybe we should shuffle that one instead." - joe reached for his phone but you grabbed his hand before he reached it

"no!" - you laughed

joe smiled as his eyes met mine, a sudden tension falling on us as we both realized i was holding his hand. for a second i thought joe was leaning in, but i dropped his hand before i could figure out if that was true or not.

"uhm.." - you dropped his hand

"let's get going.." - joe

i let out a mhm before averting my eyes to the window, watching the scenes fly past as joe drove down the road

"i have deja vu right now" - you

"of what?" - joe

"you driving while we're dressed up. reminds me of prom." - you

"that was a really fun night. other than the after party." - joe sighed

"you mean the after party that you were dared to kiss me at?" - you

"you don't understand how self conscious i was that i was going to mess it up somehow. i hope it wasn't a bad kiss, you probably don't remember it.." - joe

"awww that's so sweet. i do remember it though, because it was my first kiss." - you

"i- i was your first kiss?" - joe

"yeah.. i know that's kind of late to have a first kiss but i was saving it for someone specific."

- you

"who?" - joe

"it's not important.." - you didn't want to admit to him that it was him

"well i wanna know who i stole your first kiss from." - joe

"seriously, it's not a big deal." - you

"please tell me." - joe

"you didn't steal it from anyone. i wanted you to be my first kiss." - you

"what?" - joe

"i thought it'd be easier since i was really close with you. like it wouldn't end up awkward." - you

"you really wanted me to be your first kiss?" - joe

"yeah." - you

"i had bleached hair and you still wanted me to be your first kiss??" - joe

"i thought it was cute" - you laughed

"you did?" - joe

"mhm" - you

"well since you told me that. i'll tell you something. when you started cheering junior year, you don't know how bad i struggled on the field. i couldn't take my eyes off of you, you were so beautiful." - joe

"really?! even with how bad my acne was??" - you

"acne didn't bother me. couldn't have cared less actually." - joe

"you really thought that?" - you

"yes, y/n." - joe

"wow. i didn't know you felt that way." - you

"i didn't know you felt the same way either. could you imagine if one of us like confessed?" - joe

"what if we dated?" - you

"we'd make a good couple- or we would've." - joe

"guess we'll never know huh?" - you

"guess not" - joe

*time skip*

we arrived to the bengals facility and joe being the gentleman he is, opened my door and helped me out of the car.

"i don't exactly like stuff like this.. so whenever you wanna leave we can." - joe

"sounds good." - you

"i'll introduce you to the guys' girl's so that you can talk to someone. i promise i won't leave you by yourself though." - joe

"thanks. and that's sweet but i don't want you to worry about me, you can leave me alone for a little bit." - you

"i don't want to though. i asked you to be my date so its only respectful if i stay with you." - joe

"i appreciate it." - you smiled, you weren't used to guys treating you so well.

"how do we get in?" - you

"my keycard" - joe put his card up to the door and opened it for you

as soon as we walked in there was immediately a lot of people dressed up standing in the lobby and socializing.

"burrow!!" - ja'marr

joe looked around for the source of the voice calling his name and when he saw ja'marr across the room he grabbed my hand and walked over to him.

"i was staring to think you weren't going to show!" - ja'marr

"had to. i rsvp'd months ago unfortunately."

- joe

ja'marr laughed before his eyes shifted to me and grew wide in shock. then his wide eyed gaze went to joes hand holding mine, then to joe.

"wha- woah." - ja'marr

"you remember y/n right?" - joe dropped your hand and motioned to you

"of course man, she went with you everywhere at lsu so kinda hard to forget her. but uhm.. what's goin on here??" - ja'marr

"nothing. i didn't have a date so i asked her to go with me instead of going alone." - joe shrugged

"mhm." - ja'marr gave a knowing smile between joe and i

"i give it 2 weeks." - sam walked up to ja'marr and motioned to us

"i say 3" - ja'marr

"wanna bet?" - sam

"guys stop." - joe rolled his eyes

"okay okay i'm done. hey y/n, jess and gracie are already in the cafeteria helping some of the other wags with setting up." - sam

"okay thanks!" - you

"i'll show you where it is" - joe took your hand and began walking through the sea of people

"they're for sure gonna get together." - ja'marr told sam once you two were away

"he's liked her since ohio state. i think he's finally gonna make a move." - sam

"i'm happy for him, you can tell she cares about him a lot." - ja'marr

"well yeah, they've been best friends since birth. i say they go all the way and get married." - sam

"oh no doubt, they are endgame" - ja'marr

joe was leading me down this long hallway, he knew exactly where he was going so i stuck by him.

"oh is that the locker room??" - you pointed towards a door clearly labeled *player's locker room*

"yeah, before we leave later tonight i'll show you around the stadium. i'll show you my locker if you promise to not bug me about cleaning it."

- joe

"no promises, joey" - you

joe laughed before walking through double doors, into a room i quickly realized was the cafeteria.

"y/n!!" - jess

"hey girl!" - you

jess smiled at me and then gave me a pointed look when she saw joe was beside me.

"you can go hang with your teammates now."

- you turned and smiled up at joe

"you sure?" - joe

"yup, i'm okay to be left." - you

"okay, just text me if you need me okay?" - joe

"i will." - you

joe nodded before he left, i watched him walk away and then turned to jess with a smile on my face.

"okay so what's going on?!?!" - jess

i shrugged and looked around to realize there was at least 20 women staring at me, i didn't realize they were all there.

jess noticed my discomfort and motioned for me to follow her as she went into this back room, it had a couple vending machines and was empty people wise.

"spill." - jess

"nothings going on." - you

"you're his date! something has to be going on!"

- jess

"i'm only his date because he didn't have one.. that's all." - you

"why didn't you come with tee? choose joe over him?" - jess

"not exactly.. at our date, tee asked if i had ever had feelings for joe-" - you

"see! it's obvious to everyone but you." - jess

"hold that thought" - you

"oh my god, go on." - jess

"after my date with tee he told me we'd be better off as friends. which i agree with, and then he told me that there was something i wasn't noticing.. and then he said that i still liked joe."

- you

"oh my! do you?!" - jess gasped

"uhm.. yeah." - you

"i knew it!" - jess

"what'd i miss?! why are we yelling??" - gracie

"oh god could you hear us all the way from the main room?" - you

"no you're good, i didn't see you guys so i guess you went back here to spill some tea. but what is it?!" - gracie

"y/n is joes date." - jess

"oh my gosh! i was wondering why you were here. that's so exciting! is there finally something going on between you two?" - gracie

"no, but-" - you

"she likes joe!" - jess

"you do?! oh my gosh! you guys need to get together asap." - gracie

"i don't know how to tell him, we've been friends our whole lives i'm worried that he doesn't feel the same way and our whole friendship is down the drain." - you

"oh girl don't start that. it's so obvious he likes you back. why else would he ask you to be his date to a team dinner?" - gracie

"because he didn't have a date." - you

"stop being difficult! if you need help with confessing we can help. but, we should probably get back to setting up." - gracie

we all agreed and eventually went back to the cafeteria, i had talked to a couple of the other girls as i helped. they were all nice but surprisingly they already knew who i was. one of the girls, holly, even referring to her boyfriend joe bachie as her joe to not add confusion.

after a few more of the girls had told me they already knew who i was, i had to ask how.

"joe of course. our boys tell us all the time about how joe would ramble on about this girl named y/n. a couple of us found your instagram to put a face to a name, but it is really nice to finally meet you. you seem to make qb1 really happy, even if you guys aren't together. which i can really see that changing in the future because you guys would be an adorable couple." - morgan, logan wilson's girlfriend explained.

so there it was, did joe really talk about me that much?!

*time skip*

once everything was set up the players and the rest of the plus ones came filing in.

i didn't know where joe was gonna sit, or if he wanted me to even sit with him, so i was going to wait to see where he'd sit down to approach him.

jess, gracie, and i stood off to the side and were talking when i felt a large hand on my lower back.

"hey" - joe smiled

"hey, joe" - you returned the smile

"you wanna sit down? i'll get you your food if you want to just pick a spot for us to sit." - joe

"okay yeah, i'm not that hungry though." - you

"what have you eaten today?" - joe

"i had a breakfast burrito this morning-" - you

"i'll go get your food. go find a spot." - joe stated before he walked away and towards the long table with food put out

"he made sure you ate" - jess awed

"he's sweet isn't he?" - you smiled

"let's go get that table." - gracie pointed to an open table

after we all sat down, leaving empty seats next to us for the guys, they joined us shortly after.

sam and joe talked about old stories from ohio state, including the adventures of our old friend group. it consisted of sam, nick bosa, joe, and of course i tagged along with joe.

we were knee deep in a story of how it took all four of us to kill this mouse that had gotten into the boys dorm when joe looked over at me and chuckled slightly.

"what? oh my god, is there something on my face?!" - you

"yeah here, lemme help you." - joe

he put one of his arms behind my shoulders on my chair before he grabbed his napkin and leaned closer to me, wiping the food off the corner of my mouth.

"there you go." - joe grinned

"thanks." - you awkwardly thanked him, trying to keep your cheeks from heating up because of the flirty moment

a few moments had passed and joe was still studying my face.

"everything okay?" - you

"have i told you that you look beautiful tonight yet?" - joe

"yeah" - you smiled softly

"good." - joe turned away and focused back on sam, leaving butterflies in your stomach

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authors note: was writing so consistently and now i'm in a slump 😭

it's okay though i'm excited to write the next couple chapters because they are 🤭

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader

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