N.F.L Imagines

interview (jaire alexander)

"alright now remember, i am doing an interview of you after the game." i clarified to jaire before we left for his home game.

"i know, you've told me plenty of times. i'll be on my best behavior and be professional." he said from the dresser mirror where he was putting on his chain. or trying to put on his chain at least.
"good, one of us has to" i came up behind him to help him clipping the clasps together.
"what do you mean one of us?" he turned around with a large smile on his face.
"i mean whenever i'm with you, i find it really difficult to keep a straight face and not laugh." i spoke fondly remembering how many times we ended up laughing on the floor until our cores felt like we just did a workout.
"aww you like spending time with me" he tapped his finger on the edge of my nose.
"of course i love spending time with you, you're my boyfriend. but that's all the more reason why i can't screw this up because it's my job." i pulled him down by the chain on his neck to give him a quick kiss on his lips. "alright let's go before we're late" i grabbed his hand to walk out the door.

he stood in his place and pulled me back toward him so that we stood very close together, looking at each other. i was specifically looking up at him very confused as to why we weren't leaving yet.

"before we go, you have yet to rate my fit for today" he nearly pouted and gave me a small spin for his outfit.

he was wearing a loose, white button up shirt, baggy jeans, accessorized with gold jewelry.

"well i think you look really cute, very pretty outfit." i ran my hands down the collar of his shirt.
"cute? your outfit is cute, mine is something more like handsome or 'drippy', not pretty." he gave a slight look of disgust making me roll my eyes.
"whatever you say, don't let it get into your 'pretty' little head" i replied, starting to walk away again, his hand back in mine.
"woah, woah, woah" he once again pulled me back to him.
"okay what now, we have to gooo" i was starting to get impatient because being late always made me anxious.
"i know, i know. but we can't leave until i properly compliment my lady." he said, giving me butterflies in my stomach and a giddy smile to my face. "you look absolutely stunning, easily the most beautiful girl in the world. i love your shoes, your makeup, your hair, your smile, your nose, your whole damn face, and every other thing about you." he said with such affection i could probably start crying from adoration and never stop.
"i love you so much, you have no idea. i've never met a man who treats me as good as you do, and i know you're gonna go out there tonight and kick ass and i'll be right there with the whole time." i smiled up at him, no doubt there were tears in my eyes but i would never let them fall, i spend way too long on my makeup for that.
"come here" he whispered as he wrapped his arms around my waist and connected our lips. "i love you, now we can go because i know how nervous you get when we're late. even though we're gonna get there hours before the game." he mumbled the last part as he put his hand on the small of my back and led me out the door.

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after a grueling game against the rams, the packers came out on top, 3-20. (ignore his shoulder injury it doesn't fit with my storyline so i'm just gonna alter history)

i had gotten all set up for the interview with jaire when he came running over and scooped me up in a large hug, lifting me off the ground.

"okay, okay j, put me down!" i laughed as he set me on the ground where i could finally see his large smile. "you played amazing today, i'm so proud of you." he has his hands cupping my face and i reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

before he could respond, my coworker behind the camera started counting down.
"we're live in 5..4.."
"oh you have some of my lipstick on your cheek" i said, but i didn't have enough time to wipe it off and we got the signal that we were live.