Could you possibly make a Joe x clingy wife🫣 My brain is craving it😭
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A lot of things in your life make perfect sense to you and your husband.
Like the home office that originally had two desks with some space between them, but now is one long desk with two comfy desk chairs side by side- his and hers of course.
Or the giant loveseat in your mini library/study that could fit the both of you with ease. And the modern shower with adjacent shower heads to spend and save time together.
These things made sense and some others would agree. But not all the things you did made sense to the other people in your life.
Like getting to games freakishly early to see your husband warm up and leaving very late just to go home together. Or never sitting in the warm box seats even when it’s 28° outside, you’ve always chosen to sit behind their bench.
Everyone knows you hate waking up early when it’s not called for, so they’re confused as to why you make sure to wake up whenever Joe gets up (even if it’s 4:45 AM). But what they don’t understand is you don’t wake up for no reason, you wake up for that sweet morning kiss from him that sends you back to sleep with a smile on your face.
Not everything you do has to make sense to them, because it makes sense to you and Joe.
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It’s finally the offseason. Sure the season didn’t work out the way everyone hoped it would but you still witnessed the love of your life play the best football of his career. But it’s safe to say, you’re more than happy to have him all to yourself now.
So why is your home filled with laughter that does not belong to you or your husband?
Walking down the stairs, the chatter becomes clearer and you get the full picture of Joe, Ja’Marr, Tee, Sam (and his wife), and a couple other friends sitting in your living room.
So fun.
You greet everyone with a kind smile then tiptoe towards the kitchen to grab a large snack tray and hurriedly fill it with enough cheese, crackers and fruits that it can hold for the light dozen of people in your home.
Do you have to immediately turn into the picture perfect host? No, but it’s still a nice gesture to offer them. So you deliver the tray to the living room and place it on the coffee table, then go back to the kitchen and grab a case of chilled spring water to take over there as well.
The small group sung sweet praises for your kind gesture which warmed your heart like no other.
“Babe come sit.” Joe called you over with his pretty smile. The simple command caused fluttering in your stomach, you would never turn any of his offers down.
There was plenty of room for you to occupy, but there was only one seat you would ever want. Now, if the people in the room were strangers, you would sit on the couch next to your husband’s recliner. The seat was open, meaning they expected you to take it. But everyone in this room already knew you too well.
As you approached your destination, your husband instinctively held out his hand and pulled you into his lap while still holding a conversation about your next trip to Vegas with Sam.
Some of your friends chuckled silently as you got comfy in Joe’s lap, your arm resting behind his shoulders while you sat horizontally, one of his arms securing your back while the other tightly but lovingly held onto your thigh. It was perfect. This was you and Joe in a nutshell and no one would ever change that. Even your parents have gotten used to it.
Later on in the evening, most of the guests had cleared out and the snack tray was graciously empty. The only person left was Ja’Marr and considering he lived on the same street as us, he’d find his way home when he was ready and you weren’t one to push.
(Aka he’s a professional 3rd wheel and has pretty much walked in on us in almost every way you could imagine.)
“Hey Shadow,” you looked up from your phone instantly to the nickname the wide receiver had given you moons ago.
“Yes freelancer?” You bit back making Joe chuckle.
Ja’Marr rolled his eyes and relaxed back on your couch. “Relax. I met him before you did, Shadow.”
“And I got a ring before you did.” You smirked, feeling your husband attempt to hold back more laughter, keyword attempt.
The freelancer glares at both of you. “That was just wrong. You not even defending me to your wife, J?”
Joe shakes his head, a shameless smirk on curving up his pink lips. “Nah man, this is between you and her. I’m just enjoying the show.”
You chuckle and lean into him. “Wifey: One, Uno: None.”
Ja’Marr rolls his eyes and stands from the couch, looks back down at you cuddled up against his friend and chuckles. “She’s gonna snuggle you to death one day, J.”
Joe’s hand tightens around you as the front door shuts, emphasizing the fact that you’re now alone.
You look up at your grinning husband and peck his lips softly. “You hear that, I’m gonna snuggle you to death.”
He snorts holding you closer, if it’s even possible, and kisses your head. “Sounds like a perfect way to die to me.”
Turns out he’s just as clingy as you are, a perfect match if you’ve ever seen one.
Can we get a text fic where Izzy asks her parents to go out on her first date. That side text chat between Joe and Y/N, write by you, would be so hilarious. I just KNOW it.
Daddy’s Little Girl
~ mini gossip girl AU ~
dad!joe burrow x mom!reader
Des: loved this ask from Feb, I tweaked it a bit, but I hope it lives up to your expectations anon :)
Can also be read as a standalone, Joe and the reader are married with four kids. Izzy (Isabelle) is their oldest at 13; they had her before they got married. Her younger brother (Jaxon) is 9.
TW: 18+ | langauge, overprotective dad vibes, kinda long, Joe lowkey losing his mind, annoying little brother, reader enjoying the chaos that is her life.
JB Masterlist | More from this AU
Morning Chat ~ Joe x Wifey
Afternoon ~ Family Chat
Evening Chat ~ Joe x Wifey
Family Chat
A/N: Lol, I think I just made everything worse. Hope yall liked it. Maybe I'll officially add Jaxon to the chat next time.😋
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I just saw someone do this for f1 drivers and thought you’d eatttttt this idea. Doesn’t matter who but reader texting him while they’re in a fight to spill the tea. Basically saying “can we pause us fighting so I can tell you something juicy” 🤣
Reader is out drinking with the girls and she text Yoshi all the thing she wants him to do to her and how’d he react 👀😮💨 plzzz
Vacay Vibes
Pair: Andrei Iosivas x Black!Reader
TW: 18+ | explicit language, implied smut, under the influence, alcohol use, freaky vibes.
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a/n: third installment of the draft cleanse: dec. 28. I swear i haven't been this productive in months. writing AND cleaning my room? summer of productivity?
https://www.tumblr.com/bengals-barnesbabe/807920535285661696/girl-maybe-im-losing-it-because-i-swear-youve I WAS JUST LOOKING FIR THIS TODAY- i think honey dipped fiction wrote it, but im pretty sure she stopped writing for joe and took down all her joe x reader stories 💔💔
There are ideas, outlines, hella drafts, concepts and text fics that have a home in my mind or website.
Examples:
Supernatural-esque LSU fic - Ja’Marr and Justin are up to no good and want to prank their next opponents (without telling anyone) so they get help from one of their fairy peers who’s studying a darker form of magic that may or may not be allowed. All actions have consequences and their quarterback has to find a way to save them.
Theres also many unfinished fic ideas with this guy:
Jury’s still out on when any of those will be done.
I’m still crazy burnt out from school, work and life. I have zero motivation to actually write to post (there are some things I’m keeping to myself😌).
My brain is stuck between wanting to write all my new ideas, but wanting to finish the old ones first. Like FAFO, I wanted to finish and post the finale before anything else new.
But writing new shit and old shit is boring rn. Probably because my environment is not doing anything to help that, everything is cluttered and there’s no control. So yeah, that’s my half assed updated for yall😅
Now I’m gonna finish reading Heated Rivalry then make pancakes✌🏾
