Imagines

He has a Bad Game (Demaryius Thomas)

You were at home watching the Seattle vs. Denver game in agony. The Broncos just couldn't get it together. Peyton Manning was throwing interceptions, players were fumbling the ball and the defense couldn't stop Seattle's run game at all.

The thing you couldn't stand to watch the most was your husband dropping almost every pass that was thrown to him. He had a hurt foot and wasn't even going to play in this game, but he felt as though he couldn't let his team or the fans down. The final score was 26 to 20 in favor of Seattle.

Later that night around nine you were on the couch watching TV waiting for Demaryius to get home when he walked in angry. "Hey babe" you greeted getting off the couch to kiss him. He just mumbled a hey walking past you not even giving you a kiss.

You decided to just go ahead to bed knowing he'll be his regular self in the morning. You two went your separate ways, you would go to your bedroom and he would go to the theater room to watch the game again pointing out his mistakes and things he needs to practice on.

You woke up around two in the morning noticing that Demaryius never came to bed. You got out of bed and made your way down to the theater room looking for your husband.

You made it to the theater and found him sitting there looking at tapes all the way from his rookie year. You felt enough was enough he was taking this to personal. "D are you ever coming to bed?" you asked calling him by his nickname "Yeah I'll be there soon" "How about now? you can't keep beating yourself up for this one loss." "It is my fault I dropped the game winning pass" "You can't win or lose a game in one play, it doesn't work like that. It takes four quarters" "Y/N! Just leave me the fuck alone!" he yelled "This is fucking stupid. You punishing yourself like this and us arguing over it. It's ridiculous". You yelled back storming back to your room. You knew Demaryius was angry and frustrated from the fact that he deprived himself of sleep which he absolutely loved and he cursed which he never does him being a Christian.

After a while you felt the bed dip and Demaryius pulling your back against his chest. "I'm sorry" he whispered in your ear after letting out a sigh. you turned in his arm facing him "It's ok. I know you want to be the best but you can't be the best if you're falling asleep on the field" "Yeah I know" "Also since when did you start throwing the f bomb around?" "It just slipped my bad" he said chuckling. You just smiled giving him a kiss and going to sleep