riptide || sports imagines

st. patrick's day special -joe burrow

"Drunk 50 year old Irish men on St. Patrick's Day is something out of a horror movie." Joe said as I laughed.

Today was St. Patrick's Day. Nothing too special was happening today. We went to the parade downtown, saw family, and now are going to a small party. My little sister, Kendall, has a friend that lives on the street next to us. Her family is having a small gathering so we decided to go. Joe and I took a little longer to get ready then my family members for undisclosed reasons 😏.

"So true! There should be a movie called 'Beware of the Drunk Middle Aged Man'." I imagined.

"Who would be the main character?"

"A random 50 year old man we find on the streets." I said. Joe erupted in laughter as we made it to the house. You could hear children playing, basketballs bouncing, and adults chatting. We walked up the driveway with a plate of cookies.

"Didn't wanna come empty handed." I smiled at Mrs. Smith, the host of the party.

"Y/n! It's great to see you!" I gave her a hug.

"Thanks for the cookies! They look wonderful!" she smiled and put them away inside the house. She came outside with her 3 year old daughter, Eleanor.

"Hi Eleanor!" I squatted down and gave her a squeeze.

"Hi y/n! Hi boy that's with y/n!" Eleanor waved at Joe.

"Hi!" Joe waved back.

"Oh! Didn't see you there! Y/n's mom was telling me about that y/n has a boyfriend. Are you that lucky man?" Mrs. Smith nudged my shoulder.

"Yep. My name's Joe. And you're right, I'm so lucky." Joe wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Well, there's food inside so help yourself!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed.

"Thank you!" I smiled and dragged Joe inside. Joe and I grabbed some pizza and desserts and went back outside. Anthony, my brother, was playing basketball with some of his friends.

"Omg y/n! Is that you?" I heard a familiar voice yell. I turn to where I heard the voice and it was my friend, Lola.

"Lola! Hi! I haven't seen you in forever!" I stood up and gave her a tight hug.

"And is this Mr. Joe Burrow?" she smiled as she let go.

"Hi Lola." Joe stood up and gave Lola a hug as well.

"We're playing knockout to anyone who wants to play." Anthony's friend, Luca, exclaimed.

"Lets play!" I exclaimed and grabbed Joe's hand. Lola stood to the side and watched. We hopped in the end of the line and waited for our turn. I was behind Joe so I could easily get him out. Once the two kids in front of us stopped shooting, they passed one ball to Joe and one ball to me. The kids' mouths fell open when they saw Joe.

"Are you Joe Burrow?" one kid, Nash, asked.

"I sure am." Joe smiled as he shot the ball and missed.

"No way!" Nash exclaimed and Joe laughed. I shot the ball after Joe and missed as well. Joe went for a layup and made it. I made a layup milliseconds after he made his.

"Gotta keep up." Joe winked.

"Fuck off." I muttered so only he could hear. The game kept going on. The final two were me and Joe and man were we going at it. Finally, Joe missed his first shot and I was behind him. I made my shot before he did so I beat him.

"Let's go y/n! Lola exclaimed as she ran over and gave me a high five. I walked over to defeated Joe and stuck my hand out for a handshake.

"Good game." I said. Joe went to grab my hand for a handshake and I pulled away my hand before he could grab it and "smooth out" the top of my hair.

"Fuck you." Joe gave me a slight shove and then a hug.

"So, Mr. Joey B, why are you here?" Luca asked.

"Well, I'm dating y/n, and she asked if I wanted to come to the party with her and I said sure." Joe explained.

"Oh ok. That's cool. You're really good at football by the way." Nash drooled as Joe laughed.

"Thank you." Joe's deep voice thanked the younger man. Joe and I sat back down and finished our dinner. The night went on as normal. Lola had to leave early, so I said bye to her. Everybody met Joe and was shocked that he was just here. After about an hour, we headed over to the TV to watch March Madness. The game was Saint Peter's versus Kentucky. Kentucky looked like the obvious victor but that was not the case. Saint Peter's and Kentucky were going into overtime, which nobody expected.

"I don't know who to cheer for, Kentucky or Saint Peter's." I told Joe as we were sitting in the cold concrete.

"You always cheer for the underdog." Joe informed me.

"I know, but I have Kentucky winning in my bracket." I sighed.

"Look at 25's stache!" my dad exclaimed as everyone started to laugh.

"Never mind, I'm cheering for Saint Peter's." I laughed.

"Why did you switch up so fast?" Joe asked, already knowing the answer.

"Do you see 25? He's so good and that mustache," I made the 👌 sign with my fingers, "How can you not?"

"I see." Joe smirked. The game was stressful, but Saint Peter's ended up victorious. Joe and I high-fived and got up.

"Well, it's time to head home." I sighed.

"Thanks for coming!" Mrs. Smith thanked us.

"Of course! Thank you for having us!" I said back. We waved bye to everyone else as we walked back to my house.

"Did you have fun?" I asked as I linked my arms with Joe's.

"I did." Joe kissed the top of my head.

"Happy St. Patrick's Day." I said and pinched Joe.

"Hey! What was that for?" Joe exclaimed.

"You're not wearing green." I smirked.

"It got cold so I had to cover it up with my sweatshirt." Joe pulled up his sweatshirt to show me his green underneath. Joe pulled down his sweatshirt and pinched me.

"What was that for?" I exclaimed.

"Now we're even." Joe crossed his arms across his chest.

"I hate you." I sighed.

"Love you too." Joe kissed the top of my head.

———————
sorry i'm so late with this
this isn't proofread so sorry for any mistakes
NUMBER 25 FOR ST. PETERS IS SO GOATED U DONT EVEN KNOW I LOVE HIM 😍
have a green day ☘️