I wonder when weâll get our Joeâmarr and Sam Hubbard third wheel shenanigans this off season đ probably before OTAs but itâs one of my favorite traditions lol
god anon you're so right, one of the best traditions of the offseason <3
thank you @hoodharlow for tagging me but unfortunately i donât have spotifyđ„Č but just list my top 12 that i can come up with off the top of my head
January - YA YA by Beyonce
February - gloria by Kendrick Lamar & SZA
March - Mine by Alex Isley & Jack Dine
April - Ungodly Hour by Chloe x Halle
May - Toro by Remi Wolf
June - Calling After Me by Wallows
July - Superglue by ROLE MODEL
August - Saturn by SZA
September - Kitty Kat by Beyonce
October - Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish
November - Spaghetti by Beyonce
December - Tyrant by Beyonce
im tagging: @glittter-vamp @platinumsim @kayyybay @tylerjeauxburreaux9 @katelyn102
July - how could u love somebody like me? by Artemas
August - Would That I by Hozier
September - My Girl by The Temptations
October - Destroy Myself Just For You by Montell Fish
November - Second Chances by Gregory Alan Isakov
December - i cant tell (love my money) by Montell Fish
uhh yeah! and iâm tagging @ohymnia @hasmine111 @420gramzzz (you donât have to do it if you donât want to btw!!!đđđđđ) (or anyone can join even tho i didnât tag!!! đđ)
can we please have a snippet of whatever youâre working on right now? please đđœ iâve been refreshing your tumblr and ao3 for weeks now. sorry i just love your work!
babes im literally so sorry!!!đđ Iâve been neglecting you all đ«đđ
and donât be sorry AT ALL i appreciate your love for my work sm!!đ„čđđ
so iâve been working on like all my wips all at once (which i probably shouldnât do and should just focus on one at a time but iâm crazy like that)
so below the cut imma give you all the snippets i have so far for some of my wips in hopes of holding yall over till i can get my shit together and post something đđ (tho last time i went on Ao3 it was down đ)
The Game Plan au: (itâs based off a movie btw, so if you havenât seen it then this probably wont make any sense but itâs a bit of a slow burn one w Joe and Jaâmarr so)
Jaâmarr plans to spend his free day relaxing on his couch. With no football game or practice, Jaâmarr has an empty schedule. The tv plays some ESPN analysts on last week's games but Jaâmarr pays no mind to it. He thinks most of those analysts are full of shit anyway.
Heâs close to taking a midday nap with his dog Tiger curled up next to him when he hears his doorbell ring. Confused by the unplanned guest and his doorman not telling him about a visitor, Jaâmarr turns the tv off and slowly walks to his door, looking out the peephole only to see nobody there. Jaâmarr throws open the door, ready to cuss the ding dong ditch-er out but he stops himself when he looks down to see a young girl.
With brown skin and dark curly hair down to her shoulders, dressed in a bright pink puffer jacket and a purple suitcase sitting beside her. Jaâmarr understands why sheâs here now.
âOh, look, I donât want any girl scout cookies.â Jaâmarr apologizes and goes to close the door but the little girl sticks her hand out to stop it from closing. âAlright, look what I got,â Jaâmarr pulls a hundred dollar bill from his pocket. âHere ya go.â
The little girl looks at him like heâs crazy. âI donât want any money.â She says. Tiger barks somewhere behind him. Jaâmarr watches in shock as the girl lets herself in, pushing past him and the heavy apartment door.
âYou have a bulldog!â She exclaims, crouching down to pet him. âCome âere boy!â His vicious attack dog runs up to her and immediately rolls over on his back, letting the little girl scratch his tummy. Traitor.
âHey, werenât you taught about the danger of strangers?â Jaâmarr asks, confused as he follows the girl into his living room. He doesnât know what to do with the kid, who clearly canât take no for an answer. âWhere are your parents?â
âYouâre not a stranger.â The little girl finally says as she continues to look around the apartment in amazement. âThis place is huge.â She says in wonder, completely ignoring his second question.
âWait, go back. What do you mean âIâm not a strangerâ?â Jaâmarr persists. The little girl stops wandering around and stands in front of Jaâmarr, giving him her full attention.
âHi, my name is Mya Chase and Iâm your daughter.â She says.
Jaâmarr must be dreaming. He laughs, âLarry put you up to this, huh?â Jaâmarr says and Mya scrunches her eyebrows together. âThe guy downstairs at the desk. He told you to prank me.â Jaâmarr laughs again but Mya just stays stoic before eventually rolling her eyes.
âShe told me you would do this.â She mumbles and unzips her pink coat to grab something from a hidden pocket inside the jacket. Itâs a white envelope with âFor Jaâmarr Chaseâ written in bold letters. Jaâmarr takes it and opens it to see a birth certificate. Jaâmarr scoffs and looks back to Mya, whoâs still completely serious and unbothered. âYour name is on it.â She says, shrugging.
âMy name is on itâŠâ Ja'marr chuckles and pulls the certificate all the way out and reads the bottom of the document. âFather: Jaâmarr Chase.â With his signature and everything. Or well, a forged signature.
What the fuck.
âWhy do you have so many pictures of yourself?â Mya asks. her hands trailing against the glass of his trophy case, leaving behind grubby little fingerprints. Jaâmarr ignores the question and instead calls for backup.
Tee Higgins shows up in a matter of minutes. The first thing Jaâmarr says when he walks in is âHelp.â And thatâs when Tee sees the little girl sitting at the kitchen island with a barbie doll in her hands.
âOh!â Tee says in surprise and Jaâmarr gives him a look of âI told you this was bigâ.
They whisper to each other at the other end of the island as Mya pays attention to her doll. The birth certificate sits idly in between them.
âI mean, thatâs definitely your name on the certificate.â Tee points out.
âThanks Tee, I didnât notice that.â Jaâmarr deadpans. He rubs at his eyes, dragging his hands down his face with a sigh. âI donât know what to do, man.â
âWell, have you talked to Kelly yet?â Tee asks. And Jaâmarr looks down at the paper with Mother: Kelly Harris written on it. He hasnât even thought about her in the midst of everything.
âNo, we havenât talked since I went to her house to break things off and weâŠweââ Jaâmarr suddenly remembered what happened the last time he saw Kelly. He turns to the fridge behind him, âIâm hungry, is anyone else hungry?â
âJaâmarr, when did this âWeâ happen?â Tee questions.
âLike, eight or so years ago.â Jaâmarr whispers back and Tee turns to Mya.
âHow old are you, kid?â Tee asks.
âEight.â She says simply, Tee turns back to Jaâmarr.
âCongratulations, Jaâmarr.â He says with a grin. Tiger barks in the background. Jaâmarr feels like theyâre both laughing at him.
âThis canât be happening.â Jaâmarr sighs. He canât have a kid. Not with the Championship right around the corner.
(so as you can see Joe hasnât even been introduced yet so that oneâs gonna be a long one)
Pro Bowl angst: (this came to me after watching all the clips we got of Joemarr during the Pro Bowl and i wanted to write almost like a character study of Jaâmarrâs thoughts throughout the events and shit)
Jaâmarrâs excited about the Pro Bowl games. Really. He enjoyed going last year and despite being upset about not being in the Superbowl, heâs ready for the fun-natured competition.
The hot Orlando sun beats down on his back, he feels sweat bead down the side of his face. After a week in the cold Paris weather, Jaâmarr relishes in the humid air.
The world around him is dark and orange, the sunglasses propped up on his nose allows him to glance around without being too noticeable. Theyâre outside of the stadium, getting ready to take some team photos; fans and camera crews standing all around them. Jaâmarr meets a few fans, signs a few jerseys and footballs, and does some interviews for the media. It isnât until heâs set free does he spot Joe.
Wearing the same red shirt Jaâmarr has on, only difference being the number and the name on the back, Joe squats down to talk to a little kid with a football thatâs almost as big as him in his hands. Itâs now that Jaâmarrâs thankful for the glasses hiding his stare. Jaâmarr watches as Joe intently listens to the kid in front of him, nodding every now and then, blue eyes squinting from the harsh sunlight.
(thatâs literally all i have so farđđđ)
sorry once again that i havenât posted in forever tho!!! :( itâs literally like just a whole brick has hit me and i canât get inspired to write cuz i do have time to now but i canât get my fingers to type đđđ
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