synopsis — you finally decide to take your son to jaxson's game, risking being noticed by his fans. you’re a boat full of nerves, but everything is going to be okay
warnings — hints at teen pregnancy! f!reader intended!
requested — no!
Oh, you were nervous.
Jaxson had convinced you to finally bring Collin to his game - something you've been avoiding with Jaxson's rookie season. Now, you weren't embarrassed with your child. It was more of the aggressive attacks from his fans you were worried about. In the media, Jaxson was this young, fresh, eligible bachelor. But, in reality, Jaxson was a selfless father who always put you and Collin first.
Collin was four years old and he was so excited to watch his dad play. He had only seen Jaxson play in person when Jaxson was still at Ole Miss, and Collin was young. Now, Collin gets to go to the stadium and relish in the environment.
"Momma! Can I wear this?" Collin asked, holding up an Ole Miss jersey. It had Jaxson's number on the back and the name read "Dart's Boy". You wanted to say no, suggesting to opt towards a NY Giants outfit. But, you couldn't say no to the cheesy grin your son had on his face.
You nodded, digging through Collin's closet to find some cold gear. "Yes, but you'll need to dress warm, okay?" You reminded, gathering a long sleeve and a hoodie. "You can wear that over these."
Collin sat on the floor, playing with miscellaneous toys that were scattered on the floor. You tilted your head slightly, sighing. "Collin, we need to get you dressed. You don't want to miss daddy's pregame, right?"
Collin immediately stood up, nodding quickly. "Yes, cause then we can see daddy!" Collin smiled, his tone excited.
You slid all the layers onto Collin, ensuring that he would stay warm. It wasn't that cold in New York yet, but it was getting there. You decided you'd pack a coat, gloves, and hat for him just in case.
Within thirty minutes, you were loading up the car and heading to the stadium. Jaxson gave you clear directions on where to park. He also explained where to go once you entered the stadium. You found a parking spot, thanks to Cam Skattebo's girlfriend.
Gina was a blessing in the chaotic world that was being an NFL Wag. While she has been doing this as long as you have — she’s actually been to more games than you. Gina knew how to navigate everything; the stadium, where to park, where to meet the boys, everything.
Collin also loved Gina. Cam and Gina often hung out with your small family due to Cam and Jaxson’s extremely close friendship. They are considered Collin’s aunt and uncle.
“I’m so nervous, Jaxson hinted at the media yesterday that he invited family for this game. Cameras are going to be stalking him,” You spoke, helping Collin out of his car seat. Your hand stayed latched onto his small one.
“Everything will be fine, plus — media will eat it up. A rookie with a whole secret family? They’ll name him selfless as long as he plays it off like he’s trying to protect you guys,” Gina replied, her voice relaxed as she spoke.
Gina led you through the bustling hallways. You could tell Collin was getting more shy by the moment. Typically, he was loud and extroverted. Collin always wanted to hold your hand and walk. Yet, the moment you guys got to the field, he was ready to be held by you.
You clutched Collin against you, staying close to Gina as you walked out onto the side of the field. Other WAGS, media personnel, and coaches lined where you were standing. Collin nestled into your side, the loud crowd making him shut down.
“You want to see your dad?” You spoke quietly to the boy, eyes staring at the boy in your arms. “Is it loud?” You continued, squeezing him slightly. “It’s really loud, mommy,” Collin replied, his head resting against your chest.
“Oh! There they are,” Gina spoke, hurriedly grabbing your hand to be more visible to the boys warming up out on the field. Through the sea of blue jerseys, you spotted the blue jersey that said 6 on it.
You pointed out to him, catching the attention of Collin. “There’s dad, Collin. You see him? It’s just like when we watch it on the TV!” You spoke, watching Collin slowly come back to life.
Collin smiled, pointing at Jaxson. “Daddy!” He cheered, looking back up at you. “Where’s Uncle Cam?”
Gina pointed to the jersey that said 44. “There’s Uncle Cam,” Collin looked out and spotted Cam, his smile staying still on his face.
During a personal break during warm-ups, Cam led Jaxson over to the three — since he spotted them before Jaxson did. Jaxson took off his helmet, smiling brightly at Collin.
“There’s my boy,” Jaxson spoke, taking Collin from your grasp. “Are you ready to watch football?” Jaxson asked, holding his son into the air.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see the cameras pointed directly at them, capturing the heartfelt moment. An ache in your chest grew, but you were quick to push it down. You wanted to live in the moment, not what the media would say about you.
“Daddy! I’m excited. I get to watch you and Uncle Cam play!” Collin replied, wrapping his arms around Jaxson’s neck. “You better win!” Collin stated, pointing a finger at his dad. “Can I go see Uncle Cam?” Collin asked, moving his finger to Cam.
Jaxson nodded, setting Collin down to go run over to Cam. Once Cam took notice of the child, Jaxson focused his attention on you. He could tell the smile on your face was real, but he could see the nerves swirling behind your eyes.
Jaxson stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around your frame. “I know you’re nervous, but this means a lot to me,” Jaxson’s voice was quiet enough that only you could hear him. He pulled his head back slightly to look at you.
Jaxson pushed loose tendrils of hair out of your face, his hand clasping your cheek. “I really appreciate you guys being here,” Jaxson repeated, staring longingly into your eyes as he spoke. A way of proving that he truly meant it.
“I won’t lie, I’m so nervous. But Gina is helping a lot, I’ve been following her like a lost puppy,” You spoke, a laugh falling from your lips.
“Why is Collin in his Ole Miss jersey?” Jaxson asked, nodding his head to the small boy. “He didn’t want to wear his new one?”
“He likes the Ole Miss one better because then everyone knows you’re his dad.” You replied, glancing back at the powder blue jersey that clung to all the layers you put your son in.
Jaxson shook his head, laughing. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, turning you around to look at Cam and Gina. Collin was rested against all of Cam’s padding, holding his helmet.
“Yo, Cam! It’s your turn now man,” Jaxson said, shrugging slightly. You smiled knowingly, staring straight at Gina. Gina just found out she was pregnant two days ago. She asked you to keep it a secret until she told Cam.
“Aye, when it happens, it happens!” Cam replied, sending Collin back over to you two. Collin ran back to his dad, patting his helmet.
“Time to win, daddy! You better do good! I mean it!” Collin spoke, climbing up your side to be held. You picked the child back up into your arms, looking up at Jaxson.
“I’ll do my best,” Jaxson replied, placing another kiss to your head, then dropping down to place a kiss on Collin’s head.
The Giants ended up beating the Eagles by 17 points, truly a surprise to everyone. You were already back home, remembering the Jaxson role you to leave in the middle of the fourth quarter if there was a big score deficit. Collin cheered loudly when Jaxson made a touchdown, yelling numerous cheers.
Now, Collin was fast asleep, curled up on the other end of the couch. You had the post-game media playing on the television watching as Jaxson stood in front of the podium.
The news of Jaxson’s child spread fast, you were already seeing news of it on Twitter.
Luckily, the first few questions were strictly about the game. Nothing pertaining to his personal life, or to a child clinging to his side during pre-game. You were chewing at your nails, just waiting for one reporter to ask.
“Jaxson! During your pre-game warm up, you were spotted with a little boy. Is that a little brother?” A reporter finally answered.
You pursed your lips, heart aching as you waited for his response. Jaxson shook his head, letting out a laugh. “No that’s my son, Collin. He’s four and finally got to come watch me play.”
“Why hasn’t he been to any of your other home games? Are you and the mother separated?” The reported continued to push questions.
“Not that it really is any of your guys business. Me and his mother are indeed still together, she has been my rock. She’s been with me all throughout college football, and even now. We have just been waiting for the right time to talk about him.” Jaxson answered, his voice a little bit more sharp.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Immediately, you ran to twitter, checking news under Jaxson’s name.
Jaxson Dart, New York Giants rookie quarterback, devoted to his child and partners privacy!
The first, and last, headline you read. Everything you needed to be able to rest and not overthink. The media wasn’t negative, it wasn’t attacking, they were educating — informing.
Everything you did seemed worth it.
You chose this life with Jaxson, you chose to stay in his orbit — even though you liked your privacy. You loved the idea of being conformed into this private but never secret lifestyle.
Everyone knew who you were — who you belonged to. And you didn’t regret it.
hey queen! Absolutely love your writing!! I saw that you wanted to write for Reed! You’re so real for that! I was thinking like a Instagram au with him. Idk I’m not that creative, thanks in advance queen😛!
Posting some requests today but let me tell you about my concept for my undecided wattpad fic. Okay I’m not sure who the mmc is going to be. Choosing between Arch and Colston for it 😛
The fmc is actually insufferable. She’s a maneater baddie and knows it. Like usually it’s the men who don’t want to settle down — no it’s the fmc. But then she gets this big job and is forced to kind of chill tf out. Then she meets mmc and is like omg love but then lowkey goes nuts cause it’s not her. Obv the story would be happy ending, not to spoil it. But lmk. Should I put heart into this 😛
I know I took a slight step of a break there for a while. School had just been killing the absolute fuck out of me, so I had no motivation to write. Considering the fact that my schooling is all writing — it makes it hard to enjoy writing sometimes LOL.
Anyways — I’m back, and hopefully I have motivation to clear through my requests and see where that puts me lol 🤍
would you ever write brady!reader meeting the manning family? also i know you intentionally wrote tom brady to be like mean but i don’t actually think he dislikes the mannings lol, they’ve done quite a few skits together over the years
synopsis — your father never reached out after what happened at the UT Austin football game. You waited for a phone call that never came. It took Gisele a while to reach out, but it was only because your mom ripped tom a new one. You wanted to feel solace in a family life, so when you were invited to Arch’s thanksgiving, you were excited to be apart of a family
warnings — lowkey very fluffy. tom is still a dick. also! Disclaimer I know tom is a decent dad irl and that the Eli vs tom rivarly isn’t this huge of a deal but it’s fun to make stories like it’s a huge deal! Lmk if you want more Brady!reader!
requested — yes!
As the holidays grew closer and closer, you itched for a phone call from your father. You thought maybe his outburst was in the heat of the moment, something to not get taken seriously. But as the days drew closer and close to thanksgiving, you were beginning to get worried.
You were in Arch’s apartment on the phone with your mom as you waited for football practice to be over. You explained the situation to Diane, hearing her grow more and more frustrated by the second.
“He is such a piece of work. I mean, not inviting the mother of his child — okay I get it. But not inviting your own flesh and blood? That’s ridiculous.” Diane grumbled, the sound of pots and pans clinging together in the background.
“I haven’t even heard from Gisele, which isn’t like her. Normally she will reach out after dad and I get into it.” You mumbled, curling up further into Arch’s couch.
“You know I would fly you up, but I can’t afford that plane ticket right now.” Diane sighed, her voice guilty at her financial situation.
“Mom, it’s okay. Maybe Gisele will reach out last minute or something.” You spoke softly, knowing that it probably wouldn’t happen.
“Is Arch going home to be with his family?” Diane questioned, the sound of dogs starting to bark in the background made her grumble in annoyance.
“Yeah, his dad said I was invited if I wanted to go, but I told him I was waiting to hear from dad. I’d feel bad if I got invited to dad’s then skipped his for the Manning family thanksgiving.” You explained, the sound of the door lock clicking. “I don’t know, I’ll figure it out. Arch is back, so I’m going to go. I love you,” You hung up.
You pursed your lips and let out a huff of frustration. Tom had never gone this far to remove you from family holidays. Sure he hasn’t spoken to you up until family holidays, but you were always invited. Now it was like — complete radio silence from that side of the family.
Arch could notice the stress on your face. He opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water then looked at you. “What’s wrong? You seem stressed.” Arch asked, moving to collapse onto the couch.
“First of all you smell. Second, my mom called and made me explain the situation to her. I’m a little nervous because last time something was this serious, she blew up on Tom and Gisele.” You explained, fingers picking at your fresh nail set.
“You know you are always welcome with my family. I mean you’ve already met my dad and uncles, so it won’t be too bad.” Arch tried to reason, his hand separating yours from picking. He hated when you picked at your nails because you would chip the gel and then complain.
“I know, but if Gisele or my dad reach out last minute I’ll feel guilty to say no.” You continued, defending your mindset.
“Listen, I’m not going to tell you which way to go. But it’s a week before thanksgiving and you haven’t been invited yet. If they invite you last minute, they didn’t care enough to invite you first.” Arch paused, standing up from the couch.
“And you may feel guilty, but at least if you come to my families you won’t be an afterthought.” Arch sighed, speaking the harsh truth to you.
Which hit where it hurt. Arch navigated to the bathroom, preparing to take a shower. You sat on the couch, not willing to move. You thought about the situation in your head.
An afterthought. That’s what you would be to your dad if you were invited. You thought that maybe your dad would come around, put the situation behind him. But that wasn’t how Tom operated. And — it’s hard to blame Gisele. She has always been one of those people who tried to keep everyone happy. So if not reaching out to you kept Tom happy, that’s what she had to do.
It was hard, though.
You’ve never missed a family holiday. You loved seeing your little siblings, cousins, and grandparents. So knowing that this was a possibility, it stung.
Later that night, the phone call came. You were cuddled up in bed, just about to turn off your phone and go to sleep. Arch was already snoring next to you. You saw Gisele’s name flash across the top of the screen. With a sigh, you shuffled out of bed and left the bedroom.
You answered the phone and pressed it to your ear, hand shaking slightly. “Hello?”
Gisele let out a small sigh of shock at your voice. “Hi girl, how are you?” Gisele asked, her voice suddenly calm. You were taken aback from the relaxed nature of Gisele.
“I’m fine, I was just about to go to sleep-“
“I wanted to call to talk to you about Thanksgiving. Now, your father didn’t want me to call, but I felt that it was wrong. He-“ Gisele cut herself off, a sad sound coming from her lips.
“I know, he doesn’t want me there.” You quickly replied, ensuring that the words don’t have to leave her mouth. Your lips turned into a frown, your bottom lip quivering slightly.
“I’m so sorry, you know that I love you like my own. But Tom is just being so damn stubborn.” Gisele blabbered. You could tell she was crying on the other side of the phone.
“I know it’s not your fault. I know it’s his choice, and he gets the executive decision. It’s okay, Gisele.” You tried to calm her down, voice soft.
“Are you going to be able to see your mom? Or are you going to have to spend thanksgiving alone? Because if that’s the case I’ll make Tom change his mind — I will.” Gisele spoke, her voice still shaky.
“No, I won’t be going to see my mom. But Arch’s dad invited me to theirs, so I won’t be alone. Don’t worry.” You answered, feeling a bit emotional about how distraught Gisele was.
You heard Arch’s feet pad into the living room, his eyes looking at you. He was tired, his face still sleepy. You mouthed to him who was on the phone. Arch gave you a thumbs up before returning back to bed.
“Okay, that’s good. Please send me a lot of pictures of their food, you know I love food pictures.” Gisele reminded, the sound of Tom speaking in the background.
You let out a quiet laugh, nodding — even though she couldn’t see it through the phone. “I will, I will, goodnight.”
You sighed as the phone dropped from your ear. It was too stressful, too nerve wracking to deal with this. You were more than excited to join Arch at his family thanksgiving, more than excited. But then you’ll get posted with the Manning family, then some news page will spin media into a twisted web. They would say that there is tensions in the family (which yes, there is. But Tom hated that narrative in the media).
You knew this would cause more issues than solve them. But, it is a family holiday — so why not join a family that actually wants you there.
The drive to where the Manning family thanksgiving was being held was shorter than you thought. You were coming with bottles of wine, which you swore would be rude but Arch said otherwise.
When you pulled into the driveway, you let out a nervous sigh. You were meeting the extra extended family, not just uncles and aunts. You were meeting grandparents and cousins, ones that probably know your legacy.
It made you anxious.
Arch could see it written on your face. He put his truck into park, eyes dancing over to you. His hand squeezed your thigh slightly. “It’s going to be okay, you know everyone loves you.” Arch reminded, his hand now rubbing small circles into the flesh. “You are a natural.”
You let out a sigh, trying to push all the nerves out. “Okay, okay. I’m fine, I’m good.” You nodded, trying to affirm yourself with your words. You got out of the truck, meeting with Arch. His hand slipped into yours, the other holding the bottle of wine.
The entrance was grand, just as you expected for the Manning family. Inside, a plethora of shoes were strung in the entry way. Shouts could be heard from the living room, chatting in the kitchen, and children running around through the house.
“Archie! My boy!” An older man spoke from a reclining chair. This made all the heads pop up, eyes immediately falling onto you.
“There she is! Come here, come here!” Cooper cheered, standing up from the couch to bring you over. You dropped Arch’s hand, following Cooper. “Dad, this is Tom Brady’s own flesh and blood.” Cooper introduced you to Archie.
“Well, what a little traitor. Don’t you know we don’t like that man?” Archie laughed, then stood up from the couch. He pulled you into a hug, then sat back down. “I guess we will accept you around here,” Sarcasm, it runs in the Manning family.
You laughed, then felt a tug on your arm. Arch was pulling you into the kitchen, which made you excited for some reason. You loved Arch’s mom, absolutely adored her. Ellen was a sweet southern women, something you cherished.
“Grams, I brought the wine,” Arch spoke, setting the bottle of red wine on the counter. Olivia turned around, a thankful gasp falling from her lips.
“Oh! You know I always forget the red wine. Wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without it.” Olivia smiled at you, her eyes filled with a cheerful glint. “Oh you must be Y/N! Ellen has told me so much about you!” Olivia pulled you into a tight hug.
“It’s nice to meet you too!”
Arch quickly disappeared, most likely joining his uncles and dad to watch football. May, Arch’s sister, patted the chair next to her, her hands already moving to pour you a drink. You smiled and moved to sit by her. You met May not long after meeting Arch. Now, you were inseparable.
Ellen, Olivia, and some of Arch’s aunts were running around the kitchen. They were preparing every dish possible. Unbeknownst to you, Peyton had been going around the house — capturing miscellaneous images to post on his Instagram story.
When the Thanksgiving food was ready, everyone lined up to fill their plates. Unlike your own personal thanksgiving celebration, everyone sat where they wanted to. The boys trickled back into the living room, collapsing onto the couches with their plates in hand.
May, Arch, and you sat at a small table in the corner of the kitchen. Some people sat at the kitchen counter, some at the dinner table.
It was quite comforting to be in such a relaxed environment. There was no pressure to pretend you liked the food that was made, since Arch’s family was excellent at cooking. You weren’t worried to be left out of conversations — to be an outsider — because Arch always kept you included.
It felt relaxed and simple.
Arch took your empty plate, then sat down next to you. His arm was draped over the back of the chair, his thumb resting against the back of your shoulder. His grandma sat across from you, fully indulging in interrogating you.
“So, what are you in school for? Arch says you are very smart!” She asked, her hands clasped around a wine glass (her third glass of wine to be exact).
“I’m going to school for Veterinary Science,” You replied simply, a small smile on your face. “Right now I’m pre-med with a biology specialty, then I’m going to hopefully get into a decent Veterinarian school.”
Olivia gawked, a small hoot coming from her lips. “Well I praise you! I tried college, absolutely not for me.” Olivia shook her head. “Cooper said you also cheer? Is that right?”
“Yeah! This is my first season making the competitive cheer team for UT so I’m like crazy excited. I’ll have a busy winter,” You explained, shivering at the feeling of Arch’s hand drop to your thigh.
“Well that is just amazing. Gosh, bless your heart!” Olivia finished her glass of wine, moving back into the kitchen to pour another.
You felt entirely at ease. The nerves from earlier were completely wiped from your body, feeling a sense of relief that your mind was finally moving at a chill rate. You knew that everything would be fine, truly.
That night, you toppled back into the car. May kept you drinking, which must be normal for the family holidays. Arch placed numerous Tupperware containers into the back seat. Leftover food that his grandma swore he needed.
You finally were able to check your phone. Unlike holidays at your dad’s, you didn’t feel the need to be glued to your phone. Your eyes locked onto the missed calls and texts from your dad. With a heavy sigh, you turned your phone back off.
“My dad has been trying to talk to me all night, I guess,” You told Arch, turning down the radio.
His head turned to glance at you, a slight glint of concern on his face. His hand immediately dropped to rest in yours. “Are you okay with that?” He asked, his voice cautious.
“I think-“ You paused, thinking for a moment before replying. “I think I am okay with that. He didn’t want me there, so why would I care if he’s mad that I wasn’t?”
“Smart thinking,” Arch quickly replied, his hand squeezing yours. “You had fun today, right? You were able to enjoy yourself it seemed,”
You let out a small laugh. “It was a lot better than what I’m used to. Holidays at my dad’s are like, it’s so strict on what you can and can’t do. Usually I would come and hang out for a little, then hide in my room.” You paused.
“I don’t know, it just felt nice being in a place where it actually felt like family.” You spoke simply, your voice steady at the resolution.
“I’m incredibly happy to hear that. Like, deadass. I’m glad you like being around my family.” Arch paused and you could tell he was pondering on his words for a moment. “Cause like — I don’t know. I’ve just never really brought a girl home like this.”
You raised your eyebrow. You were well aware that Arch has never really been in a serious relationship. It’s hard when you come from the kind of family he does. Some people have bad intentions, like only being there to be a future NFL wife.
That’s where you differed.
You grew up in this lifestyle. You grew up having anything you wanted — and more. Well, only when you were on your dad’s good side. You knew the life, and frankly you tried everything to avoid it.
“Don’t get all going softie on me, Archie,” You spoke, voice a hint of a whine. “I’ve had way too many drinks for you to be all sweet and adorable.”
Arch just laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, you say that until you are in bed and want your cup filled, your blanket, and this and that. Then you’ll want me to be a sweetheart.”
“Well of course! That’s part of your boyfriend responsibilities.” You mumbled, eyes peering out the truck window.
You watched the sights go past the window until eventually you were snoozing in the passenger seat. You weren’t entirely sure how you made it until the bedroom, but what you do know is this — Arch sure as hell filled up your water bottle, and your father’s messages will remain on delivered.
if u do i have an idea of tom brady’s daughter x arch (ik it was eli manning that beat tom obviously not cooper but i feel like it’d still be silly to write and like tom doesn’t like him bc of the sb grudge)
posted! it's more angsty than i'd like for reader x tom but her and arch are cute.
synopsis — a rivalry as old as time. tom Brady hates the manning name, ever since Eli took him down in the Super Bowl. Yet, you still end up finding trouble the newest generation of the Manning men.
warnings — I hate tom Brady so he’s a pos dad in this. Sorry not sorry. reader has dark hair.
requested — yes!
Your father wanted you to attend school at the University of Michigan, just like he did. Your father wanted you to pursue medical school, because you'd make a lot of money in the end. Your father wanted to hook you up with one of his younger teammates from the Bucs. Your father wanted so many things that you didn't want. That's one thing Tom Brady was good at.
All your life, Tom ignored every plea that came from you. He wanted you in sports that actually meant something - like basketball or softball. Instead, you convinced your mom to let you try out for cheer.
Cheer is what led you down this path. All-star cheer bred you for the cheerleading program at the University of Texas. When you toured the campus, you were sure it was home. Gisele and your mother took you, hoping for civility at best. Tom didn't bother to go. He didn't want you to go to school in Texas, so he didn't care about your tour.
It wasn't that your mother Diane didn't get along with Gisele; it was just hard to push past the lingering feelings about her husbands affair. As you got older, both women became strong roles in your life. Diane was your mother, she loved you and cherished you. Gisele was your relationship saver.
Gisele took care of any conflict that arose between you and your father.
You loved cheering at the Texas college. You made so many amazing friends - friends who didn't look at you sideways because of your father. You finally fit in, for once. The University of Texas was where you met the one many you wish you hadn't.
Arch Manning.
You were at a Fiji party, one that fell on a Saturday after the football team had a big win against Oklahoma. Samara, your best friend, was your beer pong partner. You guys pushed past every pair of hopeless frat bros, defeating them in every game. Then came Arch Manning and his friend Rett. You remembered the way Arch looked at you, like you were a prize to win.
"If we win, I take you out, Brady," Arch spoke, his words bursting with confidence. "Just to let your daddy know that the Manning's are always on top."
You rolled your eyes, scoffing. Sure, you didn't have the best relationship with your dad. But, you also didn't enjoy when people shit talked him. The Brady vs. Manning rivalry was old as hell, but with Arch at the same school as you, it might as well be revived.
"You are so on, Arch."
The game was close, Arch and Rett were concerningly good at beer pong. Ultimately, Samara and you lost, cause a whoop of cheers from the girls gushing over Arch.
"And a Manning takes the win - again," Arch smirked, walking over to your side of the table. He patted your head, his tilted slightly. "You sure have grown since the last time I saw you."
"Last time you saw me I was like fourteen with braces - and you were still like five-foot-two." You muttered back, eyes narrowing as you looked the man up and down.
"Figured your dad was going to force you to Michigan." Arch started, his eyes catching Rett talking to your friend. "Guess I'm glad he didn't."
You laughed, shaking your head. "And when has my dad successfully forced me to do anything?" You shot back.
Arch took in your appearance, his brain catching every change in you since you were younger. Your hair was a darker shade of brown, much different from the highlights that used to frame your face. Your face matured from age. He truly believed you were the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
It didn't take long for the relationship to start brewing after the party. You would sneak him into your dorm on nights you didn't want to go to his apartment. At every party, you clung to him like a lost puppy. You guys became inseparable.
You couldn't bare to tell your dad. He would probably disown you at this point.
Your secret "relationfriendship" (as Samara called it) was really easy to hide, considering your father never stepped foot onto the University of Texas campus. Everything was going to plan, you were finally in your dad's good spirits and you loved life.
Until the lovely phone call from Tom.
His voice shot loudly over the speaker, "How's school going?" Tom was never one to pry too deep into your life. In fact, it was like he tried to not care about anything in your life.
"It's going good! I have A's in all my classes and I've made a lot of friends." You answered, pausing your schoolwork for this exact phone call. "I also get to be one of the top girls for pyramids, I've got a pretty consistent coed partner. So, at games I'm used a lot in the air."
Tom cleared his throat, you could feel something churning. "I think I'm going to go to your game this week. Gisele wants to watch you cheer, and I've got to see if the Manning kid is any better than his uncles - which I'm sure he sucks - just like them." Tom muttered.
You shifted awkwardly in your desk chair, letting out a breathy sigh. "Yeah? I'm sure that'll be fun! Just let me know and we can go out to dinner after, or something."
God, it's like you knew that it would be a shit show.
After the phone call, you immediately invited Arch over. You were stressed, so fucking stressed. Tom was finally starting to come around and accept your choices. If you threw in the Manning situation, you would be back at the bottom of his totem pole. Which is the last place you wanted to be.
"I don't see why this is a big deal," Arch mumbled, watching you pace around your room. Your hair was now all knotted from how many times you ran your hands through it. "It's just your dad."
"Arch - you don't get it. You have a good relationship with you dad. Tom is so fucking ridiculous when it comes to me. He only cares when I'm doing shit he'd approve of," You explained, pausing in your movements to look at the boy. He was laying down in your bed, a stuffed animal being tossed in the air.
"He didn't speak a word to me for the first two months of me being here. All because I didn't want to go to Michigan. He didn't speak to me for like four months when I was nine because I did cheer instead of basketball. If he finds out about you? I'll be cut out of his life." You continued, voice shaky as you vented.
Arch sighed, his body moving to get out of bed. He put his hands on your shoulders, hoping to stabilize your heightened emotions. "So what if he does? You have Diane, and I'm sure Gisele would still be there for you." Arch tried to console you, eyes staring deeply into yours.
"Plus, if he does like disown you - or whatever. You have me, and my family. They love you already!" Arch continued, his eyes pleading for you to calm down.
You just sighed, frustration brewing through your body. "Yeah, I guess. Just - don't do anything crazy at the game, okay?"
Arch snorted, shaking his head at you. "I won't do anything crazy." Arch shrugged, his hands sliding off your shoulders. "I'll just show your daddy what it means to be a good football player."
Saturday came, you were busy getting ready for the game. Samara and a few other cheerleaders were scattered around your dorm, preparing to cheer at the game tonight.
"Are you nervous that your dad is coming?" Samara asked, lining her lips with her signature lip liner.
You sighed, pausing the application of your mascara. "I'm not nervous about my dad - I'm anxious about Arch. I know he's going to push himself tonight, and I don't know what's going to happen." You explained.
Keagan giggled, turning to look at you through your mirror. "If anything, Arch will do something to hard launch your relationfriendship," Keagan spoke. "Just to piss of your dad."
"I fucking hate the family rivalry, it just makes this ten times worse." You paused, groaning. "Oh - and just to make things even better - Arch said his entire family is coming today too. So, my dad's going to be reunited with them"
Everyone in the room started to laugh, hearing your dramatic nuisances that were interrupting your daily flow of life. Samara knew you'd been on edge since the phone call with your dad, and Keagan could see it in the way you practiced. Everything was building up, and something is going to make you explode.
The game rolled around, you were on the sideline warming up your coed stunts. Since Tom Brady and the Manning brother's were in attendance, they were doing some kind of introduction with them before the game. They would have to come out onto the field, along with Arch and you.
One of the coordinators pulled you aside a few minutes before the National Anthem. You met up with your father. A small smile appeared on his face. "Well look at you! It isn't as good as Michigan blue, but I can handle the orange." Your father spoke, seemingly in a good mood.
Then came another coordinator with the Manning's. Immediately, your father's nice demeanor dropped. It turned into this fake professional expression.
"Tom Brady, I would've never guessed you let your daughter go to school here," Peyton spoke, reaching over to shake your dads hand. Peyton was always the mediator, considering the beef was between Eli and Tom.
"Well, she doesn't like the cold weather up north," Tom replied, his eyes dancing over to Eli. "Eli," Tom nodded, eyes moving to then look Arch up and down.
Arch immediately waltzed over to you, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well don't you look beautiful," Arch spoke, ignoring the side eye from your father. "Hook em," You grumbled, eyes narrowing as you realized what he was doing.
"Hopefully, your nephew puts on a show tonight. I didn't come all the way here for nothing." Tom muttered, his eyes shifting to the younger Manning.
"Don't worry, I always put on a show when my girl is on the sideline." Arch nodded, patting Tom on the shoulder as the announcer starts the introduction.
Arch and his family quickly disappeared, leaving you and your father. You were shifting awkwardly in your feet, ignoring the stare Tom gave you. "What did he mean by that? Hm?" Tom's voice was sharp, eyes glaring you down.
"Um, exactly what you think it means." You stated, brain feeling hopeless at trying to avoid the situation.
Arch did spectacular during the game. Truly, he did put on a show. His performance was one of the best of his college career. You knew exactly why he performed the way he did. To prove a point.
You met up with your dad and Gisele near your car after the game. Tom had his arms crossed over his chest, a sigh falling from his lips as he saw you walk up to them.
"We are heading home." Tom stated simply, his voice surprisingly steady. "I cannot believe you would embarrass me like that."
You were immediately taken aback by his words. Tom was the one person who knew how to pick you apart in a way that it hurts. "I don't know what you expected, dad."
"Out of all the guys at this school, you had to pick Arch? Arch fucking Manning. I mean - what even is the thought process you had when you pursued that?" Tom continued, ignoring Gisele's pleas to stop.
You scoffed, eyes starting to burn with tears. "My thought process? My thought process was that it didn't matter because I can never please you as your daughter."
Tom let out a sarcastic laugh, hands thrown into the air. "Here we go again. That's not true."
"But it is dad. Anytime I make an important decision, you have something to disagree with me on. I chose cheer over basketball, you didn't speak to me. I chose UT over UOM and you didn't speak to me. I'm sure since I'm choosing Arch over some fuckin' loser, you won't speak to me." You ranted, tears falling down your cheeks - leaving long streaks through your makeup.
"Tom, let's just go, okay?" Gisele pulled at Tom's arm, but Tom raised the arm to point at you.
"You are damn correct on that last point." Tom muttered, turning in a fuel of rage to storm off.
Your mouth fell agape, staring at Gisele. She just gave you a sincere look before following behind Tom. You sniffed, shaking your head at the situation. After unlocking your car, you slid into the driver's seat. Your head fell against the steering wheel, then the sobs started.
You sat and cried until you were the last car in the parking lot, well at least besides the one parked next to you.
Arch had to stay late at the stadium, doing random interviews regarding the reason behind his stellar performance. He threw in sneak diss comments about your father's attendance. Once he was finally done, he did his normal after game routine.
Once his car was in sight, he realized that your white Chevrolet was still parked next to his. Arch knew you had plans to eat dinner with your dad after the game, so his first instinct was that you just left the game with them. Then he got closer and realized he seen you inside the car still.
With a sigh, he threw his things into the backseat of his truck, then turned to get into your passenger seat.
"You know, if you are going to have a mental breakdown in your car, you should probably lock your doors," Arch sarcastically spoke, pulling your head off the steering wheel. "What happened?"
You hiccupped on a sob, trying to steady yourself before you spoke, "he said I embarrassed him, asked me what my thought process has been, then confirmed he's done speaking to me." Well, at least that's what you intended to come out of your mouth.
In reality, it was a jumbled mess of words, hiccups, sniffles, and sobs.
Arch sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "Well, you aren't driving like this," Arch stated, his hand gesturing to your appearance. "And, you definitely aren't going to be left by yourself. You can ride back with me and stay with me. At least, until you can breathe properly."
You nodded, finding that speaking wasn't doing too well for you tonight. Arch led you to the passenger side of his truck, helping you into the truck (you didn't like that it was too tall for you to get in by yourself). Once you got into the passenger seat, you flipped down the mirror, staring at your tear soaked face.
"Fuck, this is what an hour of crying does to someone?" You grumbled out, fingers sliding under your eye to help ease the mascara stains.
Arch let out a quiet laugh, tossing his phone into your laugh. "You still look amazing to me." Arch replied, starting the truck. Once you guys got onto the road, you got onto Arch's phone to start playing music. Arch groaned as you played sad, depressing music. "This isn't going to help, y'know?"
"Shut up, let me live."
Arch took you back to his apartment, carrying you over his shoulder inside. He let you shower, then change into clothes that were his. Once you were out the shower, you realized he was on a facetime call with his dad.
"Speak of the devil, she's out of the shower," Arch spoke, turning his phone so that way you could see his father and both his uncles on the screen. "Tom Brady is now officially the biggest shit eater in my book."
You snorted, climbing into the bed next to Arch. "Tomorrow we are apparently going to a frat called Fiji. Arch says you are the beer pong queen, we will see about that." Peyton spoke into the phone, holding up a bud light bottle.
You looked up at Arch, an amused look on your face. Arch shrugged, a smirk appearing on his lips. "Look at these two lovers, it makes me sick." Eli laughed, the phone being passed to him.
"Look, all I have to say is; wear protection - and fuck Tom Brady," Eli cheered, sinking a ball into the cups.
"Are you guys practicing?" You asked, a laugh falling from your lips. "Real beer pong winners don't need practice." You spoke with an amused tone on your lips.
"Alright, alright. You guys practice for tomorrow, I am going to sleep," Arch stated, hanging up the phone call. He shifted to be able to look at you. Your eyes and nose were still red and puffy from the crying.
"Are you going to be okay?" Arch asked, his hands moving to push hair out of your face.
You let out a sigh, rubbing your hand over your nose. "I think so. I mean, like you said - I have my mom, and probably Gisele still. So, I think I'll be okay."
"And me. You'll always have me." Arch added, his head tilting to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "No matter what your dad says."
synopsis — jaxson loves his teammate cam; loves his energy, his personality, everything. but what jaxson loves even more than his big personality best friend? his best friend’s completely quiet little sister.
warnings — honestly, no genuine plot? just small scenarios that fit into a theme. little bit of angst in the end. also may not make sense, its four in the fucking morning.
requested — yes!
You loved your brother, truly you did. He did everything in his power to ensure that you lived day-to-day with no issues. Cam let you live with him in New York, rent-free. Cam didn't even bat an eye when you said you loved his best friend; he just wished the best for you.
But, there was one thing about Cam you couldn't stand - his constant high-energy personality. Sure, on the field, Cam needed his loud personality to stay in the game. He performed well when he acted completely like himself. Cam was very extroverted, he could make anyone his friend.
You, on the other hand, were so quiet. In high school, many people would say that you were mysterious. You did have a group of close friends, but even then, you didn't let on more than you needed to. You stayed to yourself, never one to put yourself out there. So, when you picked up and moved across the United States, you had to entrust your brother to help you make friends.
The first person you met was Jaxson Dart, another rookie for the New York Giants.
God, you fell in love the moment you laid eyes on him. You were never one to go after the guys with the big aura - or really any guys who had a lick of muscle on them. You always hung yourself onto the nerdy kids, the kids who spent their Friday nights playing random video games.
Jaxson was an absolute whiplash of a man for you.
"Cam! Yo, this your sister?" Jaxson spoke out, gesturing to you as you left your bedroom. Jaxson and Cam were standing in the living room, doing something that continuously led to loud crashes. You froze in your spot, lips locked closed as you stared at the man.
He was blonde, a golden blonde, and so fucking tall. He wore a tight, long-sleeved, compression shirt. The kind of shirt that you could see every outline of toned muscle structure. You were practically drooling on the inside.
On the outside? You looked stoic.
"Oh! Yeah, that's my sister." Cam replied, walking over to pat you on the head. "She probably won't talk, she's very quiet," Cam explained, rubbing his hand over your head - messing up your brushed hair.
Jaxson was taken aback by this, shock written across his face. "Quiet? What did you take all the energy in the womb or something?" Jaxson joked, a laugh falling from his lips.
"I know right?"
You pursed your lips, moving to sit on the couch. You came out to the living room because Netflix wasn't letting you log in, meaning you couldn't watch the show you've been binge-watching. You crossed your legs as the show started, tossing a blanket over your body.
Jaxson and Cam sat on either side of you, making you shift your eyes between them. "Netflix wouldn't let me log in on my television." You mumbled, the show Yellowjackets playing on the screen.
Jaxson felt his heart melt the moment you spoke. He noticed your defensive demeanor the moment you left your bedroom. His one goal that night was to get you to talk to him. "I've been wanting to watch this show; my sister talks about it all the time." Jaxson stated, eyes shifting between the screen and your face.
"It's one of my favorites right now." You stated, voice level as you tried to ignore the body heat radiating off of him. Jaxson took that reply as a win for the night.
The next time Jaxson truly got your personality was when you went out to the bars. There was no reasoning behind the outing; Cam just wanted to go because they had the weekend off from practice. You had invited one of the only friends you've made in New York, and that's only because she was hooking up with your brother.
You were about four shots down, ready for another one. You weren't a big drinker, but the alcohol loosened you up. It made you more outgoing. You searched high and low for Callie, but couldn't find her anywhere. You slugged up to Jaxson, a pout forming on your face.
"Yes, princess?" Jaxson spoke loudly so that you could hear him over the music. The nickname was some newly formed thing he would do, especially since you guys started hanging out without your brother.
"I think Callie and my brother ran off, and I need another drink." You grumbled, arms crossed over your chest. Your eyes scanned the area, still not finding any sign of the pair.
"They did, couldn't keep their hands off each other. Cam told me to keep an eye on you." Jaxson replied, confirming your suspicions. He let out a laugh as he noticed your irritated mood. "You want me to go with you?"
"I'm not drinking alone, that's lame, that's what alcoholics do." You quickly replied, eyebrows furrowing together. Jaxson let out a huff, his hand falling onto your back as he led you to the bar.
He ordered you both a drink, elbow leaning over the bar as he spoke to the bartender. Jaxson had his attention leave you for just this moment, which led you to wander over to a girl whose purse you adored.
Jaxson received the drinks from the bar, as well as an elbow from a more disheveled Cam Skattebo. "Where's Y/N?" Cam asked, his voice starting to slur from the intense amount of alcohol he's consumed. Jaxson knit his eyebrows together, turning to the spot where you just stood.
"Bro, you lost my sister?" Cam started, then watched as Jaxson pointed him to where you stood now. Just a few feet away, a clear image of you making new friends.
Cameron shrugged, leading Callie out to the floor. Jaxson, who wasn't necessarily sober, rolled his eyes. His feet moved over to where you stood, handing you your requested drink.
"Oh my gosh, Jaxson, this is my new best friend. She went to the same college you did!" You spoke, your voice a bit louder than it usually sounded.
"That's amazing, princess. If you don't mind, I'm going to steal her back. I'm supposed to keep an eye on her." Jaxson gave the girl, whom he's 100% sure he hooked up with before, a tight-lipped smile before leading you away.
It only took ten minutes for Callie and you to decide that you were tired. Cam, who was too drunk to understand what Callie was saying, just chugged the rest of his drink.
"It's bedtime, it's past my bedtime. My cat misses me." You grumbled, eyes squinting as you felt the alcohol start to make you drowsy. "Okay, okay. We can walk back." Jaxson told you, his eyes staring down at your figure.
It took a lot of convincing to get Cam out of the bar. The apartment wasn't far away from the bar, so you guys planned to walk back. Cam and Callie trailed behind you and Jaxson. It was maybe a minute into the walk when you started to complain.
"My feet hurt."
The words barely had time to fall out of your mouth. Jaxson picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed absolutely nothing. You let out a yelp before letting your body ragdoll.
"Sometimes I forget you have muscles like that," You mumbled, poking his bicep. His arm was clutched over your hips, holding you as a support. Jaxson just snorted, leading the group back to the apartment.
Once you guys were safely back into the apartment, Jaxson tried to remember the things you did in your nighttime routine. He remembered your rant about how if you didn't do your nighttime routine, the next day would be horrible.
The first thing Jaxson did was place you on the countertop in the bathroom. "Okay, princess, where are your makeup remover things?" Jaxson asked, his eyes scanning over the counter.
"They are in the cabinet. Remember, makeup wipes, then toner, then moisturizer." You slurred, head resting against the wall behind you as the cold counter helped with your warm body.
Jaxson nodded, pulling products out of the cabinet. He read over the labels, hoping that he had grabbed the right things. You had millions of different skin care products, but Jaxson never understood what they all did. Jaxson grabbed the plastic package, his hand fumbling over the wipes. He pulled out a makeup wipe, looking at you, confused.
"You just wipe it all over my face, get as much makeup off as possible." You mumbled, opening your eyes slightly.
Jaxson went through your entire nighttime skin care routine, ensuring that going out didn't mess up your nighttime routine. Once he was done, he picked you up off the counter. You didn't remember much after this point, brain too groggy to really register anything.
You just remember the sound of Jaxson's Stanley Cup slamming on the bedside table, then the feeling of his warm body pressed against his.
Your relationship with Jaxson never faced any kind of adversity, not even from your brother. Cam was the number one fan of your relationship. He always snuck candid pictures when you guys went out and did things. Cam embraced his position as a third wheel.
But you remember the night like the back of your hand. The first argument led to the kind of confession that shouldn't have happened the way it did.
You were so stressed out. School work was piling up, and Jaxson was headfirst into game season for the NFL. You spent most nights alone in the apartment, cooped up in your bedroom. You chose this career path for a reason, but now it was starting to drain what was left of your effort for school.
Your biggest toxic trait was pushing people away when the stress became too much. You crawled right back into the quiet, mysterious persona that you found comfort in. You wouldn't talk to anyone, only having small conversations when you passed by people.
Jaxson noticed, even when he was busy.
Jaxson noticed the way your text message replies got dry; he saw when you would mention the copious amounts of homework you were buried in. Even your brother knew something was up, considering he hadn't had a proper conversation with you in two weeks.
Jaxson, luckily, got out of practice early. It was a Wednesday, and you were knee deep in quiz prep. You had about four quizzes you needed to complete, then two tests you needed to study for. Well, you didn't really need to do them. They weren't due for another week. But, you always had this mindset that if you weren't two weeks ahead, you'd be two weeks behind.
You had your headphones in, the noise cancellation setting turned on.
Jaxson shouted for you a few times when he came into the apartment. All he was met with was the soft meows of your cat. Jaxson sighed, moving his body through the hallways and into your bedroom.
You had your back to the door. Packets of notes surrounded you on your desk, and post-it notes with due dates littered the walls around your laptop. Jaxson said your name again, then let out a huff.
Jaxson pulled the headphones off your ears, making you let out a yelp of surprise. You whipped around, staring at Jaxson. "You scared me!" You stated, eyes wide.
"You haven't been replying to me." Jaxson stated simply, his eyes staring straight at you.
You groaned, rubbing at the skin under your eyes. "I've been busy." You replied simply, voice meek and quiet. Jaxson saw right through the facade, physically watching as you backed yourself back into your cave of secrecy.
"You have been stressing yourself out." Jaxson corrected you, his hand gesturing to the stacks of papers you had surrounding you.
"I just want to make sure I study for everything. I really can't hang out right now, I have quizzes I need to do." You muttered, turning back around in your chair. You felt guilty for pushing him out. But your academic success was something you valued, even if it put you at your wits end.
Jaxson turned your chair right back around. He grabbed a Post-it note off the wall, preparing it read off of it. "Quizzes four through eight, due two weeks from now, but need to be done tonight. Y/N that doesn't even make sense. Why are you stressing yourself out about this?"
You rolled your eyes. "You don't get it, Jaxson," You snapped, grabbing the paper note from the man. "If I'm not ahead, I'm behind. I need this to be done."
Jaxson placed his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "You are done with homework for tonight. You are going to make yourself sick by stressing yourself out. You need to give your brain a fucking break." Jaxson quickly replied, bending down to be at your height.
"Why does it even matter? You are busy every night because of football. This helps me focus on something else." You muttered, eyes narrowed at the man in front of you.
"It matters because you have these dark ass circles under your eyes from not sleeping, and it matters because you haven't been eating. I'm sorry that I love you and want you to be healthy." Jaxson confessed, his jaw falling slack once he realized what he had said.
You sat in silence, lips parted at the realization. Jaxson had told you he loved you for the first time. You blinked slowly as you realized what you had been doing to yourself. You let out a breath, letting everything click in your head.
Your eyes momentarily dropped to your feet before looking back up at Jaxson. Leaning forward, you rested your forehead against Jaxson's broad shoulder, practically collapsing into his body. Jaxson took this moment to move your body from the desk chair to your bed. He pressed a small kiss to your forehead, fully preparing for you to want space.
"I love you too," You whispered, swallowing harshly. "And I'm also exhausted, and I need to not bury myself in school work - I know." You admitted, agreeing with his concerns.
Jaxson sighed, his hands pressing against your cheeks so that you could focus on him. Jaxson could see the vulnerability in your eyes, noticing the way they softened once you looked at him. He leaned forward, his lips meeting yours tenderly, wordlessly telling you that he was there for you.
When he pulled apart, he kept one hand on your cheek. "You are going to sleep tonight, and I'm confiscating your laptop for all of tomorrow." Jaxson stated, half joking - half dead serious.
"Yes sir!" You nodded, a yawn falling from your lips.
Jaxson tossed his body onto your bed, pulling you against him. His fingers gently tugged at the knots in your hair. It only took a few minutes for him to hear the quiet snores that fell from your lips. Jaxson didn't care about anything in that moment, besides the fact that you finally letting yourself be at peace.
all my individual stories are x reader. I try to not use the ugly godforsaken y/n. those will be organized by muse.
all alternate universes will be organized by muse with a link to their own individual master list <3
my requests are open. Currently, I’ll be writing for Cooper DeJean, Jaxson Dart, Arch Manning, Colston Loveland, and Reed Blankenship (I know he has a wife he loves, but god damn i need that.) if you are curious about if I’ll write about a certain player — just ask. Most likely I will write for them, but Im trying to put out content for my underrated boys.
COOPER DEJEAN
ONLY YOU AU
cooper did a lot of things at the university of iowa. he proved himself as an athlete— that got him drafted to the eagles, partied to the high hells, and got a girl pregnant. not to mention, the two hate each other.
GO BIRDS DHEAD
a social media AU where cooper thirsts over his celebrity gf.
HE STAY MAD
travis kelce does not approve of his sisters relationship with cooper dejean, which leaves to an entire family intervention.
JAXSON DART
STAY
jaxson gets drafted and leaves you in the dust. but he regrets it and tries to get you back.
PRIVATE, NEVER SECRET
being the granddaughter to the owner of the giants leads to many pluses, but you don’t include the breakout qb in the positives.
POLAR OPPOSITES
being cam skattebo's sister is a lot, especially when you are two different people
ARCH MANNING
BUT DADDY, I LOVE HIM
being tom brady's daughter was a lot of things negative, but you'll always have arch no matter the circumstances
FAMILY LINES
REED BLANKENSHIP
BEEN THERE DONE THAT. Small social media au for Reed after winning NFC!
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