"You know, I don't think anybody has slept with the opponent before the AFC Championship. First mark added to the history list." my boyfriend, Joe, said as we were laying in bed. Today was the AFC Championship, the first one the Browns and Bengals have been to in YEARS.
"Your making it sound like we fucked, we literally just slept next to each other." I laughed.
"We can fuck later, after I beat your ass in the championship." I paused and looked him dead in the eyes.
"Uh, no. We can fuck after I beat YOUR ass in the championship. Just you wait." I smirked.
"Ok. Ok. We gotta get ready, before Taylor and Stefanski kick both of our asses." I sat up.
"5 more minutes! Pleaseeeeeeee." Joe begged like a toddler.
"We're supposed to be at the stadium in an 1 hour and a half. We still have to get ready." I said, standing up. Joe groaned, knowing that it takes him half the time to get ready then it takes for me to.
*lil time skip brought to you by Michael Jackson 'he he'ing*
"Babe! Where's my pink sunglasses?" Joe asked from the living room.
"They should be on the nightstand!" I yelled from the bathroom.
"Got em! Thanks babe!"
"Anytime!" I walked out of the bathroom after finishing my makeup.
Joe was wearing his pink sunglasses, gray dress pants, white tennis shoes, and a blue sweatshirt (everything is in the picture up there expect remove santa hat and change shirt to this:)
(Y/n's outfit:)
"The press is getting so much and we are giving so very little." Joe remarked.
"Oh yeah they are. Two opposing quarterbacks, walking in together, and in matching sweaters."
"Don't forget the dating part."
"Oh yeah. I guess dating too."
"I guess? Oh so you wanna play that game now, huh?"
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riptide || sports imagines
Fanfictiona book of sports imagines because football, basketball, baseball, hockey, and soccer guys are hot (emphasis on football) "running down to the riptide, taken away to the dark side, i wanna be you left hand man" requests are open!