joe doesn’t mean to be jealous, and he certainly isn’t the biggest fan of pda, but given the right circumstances and a generous amount of alcohol, he’s giving the tabloids a new front page story
Inbetween | @/emmyblues
sometimes the one is right under your nose
you’re perfect | @classiccowboy
you try out a tik tok trend on your boyfriend joe.
Masterlist | @mamaestapa
Our Little Peanut | @/mamaestapa
Sweet moments with Joe during your pregnancy with Josie
Coach Burrow |@ bengals-barnesbabe
Joe gets offered his favorite job yet
Mic’d up Hearts | @bibliophiletales
You told yourself you hated him after he crushed your feelings with one careless line. Forced to work side by side, tension simmers beneath every exchange—until jealousy and truth unravel everything, revealing that hate might’ve always been love in disguise.
but daddy i love him* | @joeyb1989
joe burrow x kelce!sister reader
Surprise | @luvu2themoonand2saturn
she surprises him by showing up to a game
𐙚 Justin Herbert
HIGH MAINTENANCE | @v6quewrlds
the cliche, "opposites attract" seemed to have been made for your relationship with justin. the internet seems to have trouble keeping that in mind.
LOVE ME NOT | @/v6quewrlds
justin isn't a jealous guy. at least that's what he thinks until his girlfriend catches everyone's attention.
baby blues masterlist | @emmyblues
Sunlight | @/emmyblues
y/n is stuck in the eternal loop of being a bridesmaid, until she meets a certain groomsman
kiss me | @/emmyblues
justin and y/n skip class to go on a hike and end up taking a small detour in the lake
new rumors arise when international superstar y/n, is seen wearing chicago bears #84 jersey at a game. a social media preview into you and colston's posts and interactions!
𐙚 Arch Manning
melted kisses | @angiiewritess
after a week of not seeing your bf, you make it up with a movie night. and after seeing the latest couple trends on tiktok, you test it out with arch and give a proper show, hint hint, he also passes the test.
FAMILY LINES | @gisellaaa
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
BUT DADDY, I LOVE HIM! | @/gisellaaa
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.
Loud | @bitchinbarzal
Arch isn’t a loud person but when someone disrespects his girlfriend he is not staying quiet
Missin’ You | @/bitchinbarzal
Christmas break feels like eternity apart
Miss possessive | @anythingbutlovee
new social media girl gets too touchy and giggly for anyone's liking
half hearted hate | @xoxokiaraaxoxo
you hated arch manning until the day a lie shattered you more than you ever expected it could.
𐙚 Fernando Mendoza
Nomad | @what1ncewas
Y/N Hughes, the youngest of the Hughes family, is dating the quarterback for the Indiana Hoosiers and attempting to keep her relationship a secret from her overbearing older brothers.
A World Alone | @/what1ncewas
Fernando and his girlfriend share a quiet moment together following the Heisman Ceremony.
Second Nature | @/what1ncewas
The slip of their sister's sweater over Winter Break reveals the fact that she has a boyfriend, and sends the brothers into a tizzy trying to figure out who it is.
Gold Rush | @/what1ncewas
Fernando can't understand why his best friend is suddenly avoiding him after a night out celebrating a Hoosiers win, but he's determined to find out why.
Love On The Brain | @/what1ncewas
Fernando's GQ photoshoot send his girlfriend spiralling, and she tries not to let him see the effect he has on her.
seeing if he melts into a kiss | @prettyskjei
you saw a trend on TikTok and wanted to try it with your boyfriend
Full Contact | @itsbebeyyy
Fernando Mendoza, newly drafted to the Raiders, makes a full contact collision with a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, injuring her during the first game of the season.
boyfriend headcanons | @goldfades
teaching his daughter spanish | @bitchinbarzal
Natty | @/bitchinbarzal
the team want to party, it’s not his scene. until he meets you.
golden retriever vibes | @thestoryofagirlxxx
in a viral interview, fernando proudly embraces being known as your boyfriend while praising you as an athlete. as you watch, you realize just how deeply he supports and loves you.
Baby Fever | @vampslader
Only bought this dress so you could take it off | @anythingbutlovee
letting Fernando pick out your heisman dress, that way he can take it off after
Giant Teddy Bear | @linaaawrites
You're constantly appreciating how your boyfriend's massive size makes everyday life easier.
author's note⠀⁎⠀got so inspired seeing those justin videos from yesterday.
“Justin…” a sleepy voice drew out. He grunted softly in response. The sun spilled into the bedroom window and gently warmed his face. He felt a hand on his bare, sun-freckled shoulder pushing lightly in an attempt to stir him from his half-slumber.
“Justin.” The voice called out again, still lazy with sleep but curled with a little more frustration than before. The tone of the voice—his wife’s voice—finally broke through that sleepy early morning drowsiness. He rolled over towards her, squinting against the light that filled the bedroom.
She was squinting back at him, coils spread out freely over the material of the satin pillow beneath her ear. Her cheek smushed up against the pillowcase, not fully awake, much like him, though it seemed like the sun was winning its bid to rouse her.
“You’re hogging the covers,” she pouted, shifting forward to bury her face in his chest. A bare leg slung over his waist, her arms looping under his own to tug the comforter back towards her. She was soft against him, all rounded edges and plush gentleness that had grown even more pronounced over the last year or so. Justin automatically reached for her, his fingers tracing her side before settling on the small of her back, pulling her closer.
He helped her pull the comforter over them, his chuckle rumbling through the early morning quiet as she burrowed into him, stealing all the warmth she could. He felt the heat of her breath on his chest as she sighed contentedly. Justin cupped the side of her face, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “Better?”
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she nuzzled closer to him. The room was still mostly in shadow, the curtains not fully drawn, leaving them in a cradle of soft light and warmth. The digital clock on the nightstand read 6:43 AM. He knew he should get up, but the comfort of her body against his was too tempting. They hadn’t had many moments like this since Bennett had arrived. But at six months, he was sleeping longer stretches at a time, granting them these precious moments of quiet intimacy.
By some miracle, the universe allowed them another 15 minutes of silence. It was a stretch of warm kisses, sighs exhaled through sleepy smiles, and skin brushing against skin. The baby monitor on the nightstand was the first to betray their peace, the sound of Bennett’s soft gurgles echoing through the room. her eyes popped open and she stared at the display, watching their son stir in his crib with a fuss.
There wasn’t a question of the next steps as they silently fell into their natural morning routine. Justin moved first, squeezed her closer for a few seconds. A mutual 1, 2, 3, count before he let go with a breath and a lazy nudge of his nose against hers. Her index finger tapped against his shoulder blade three times, silently giving him the green light, and the strength, to leave their little cradle for a few moments.
His feet hit the floor, the smallest grunt leaving his throat, then a yawn from the deep stretch of his arms. She laughed to herself, a light puff of a chuckle when she heard the crackling of his back and joints. “Gettin’ old,” he’d mutter. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that had seen better days—both faded from years of washing and drying—but it was his favorite. She watched him go, the muscles in his back flexing as he reached for Bennett’s monitor, his posture straightening as he listened to their son’s tiny sounds of waking.
She sat up, the covers pooling around her waist, and watched him go. His steps were careful, measured so as not to jostle the floorboards under his steps. She heard him greeting their baby, Bennett’s coos and whimpers floating back into the room. It was a sweet sound, undeniably accompanied with that clean smell of baby powder as Justin kissed Bennett's rounded cheeks. She took a deep breath, letting out a soft sigh as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling the chill of the floorboards against her bare feet. She stood up, her own stretch echoing his from moments ago.
Her body felt different since Benny had arrived. Softer in some places, stronger in others. She liked to think that she had earned every new stretchmark and curve. They had settled into her skin, becoming one with her as they stared back at her in the full-body mirror. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, dealt with her coils while Justin changed Bennett’s cloth diaper.
Their tasks both finished just in time with one another. She stepped out of the bathroom, already reaching for her baby nestled against his father’s chest. “Good morning, my love,” she cooed, taking him into her arms. “I missed you.” His giggles and laughter filled her ears as she peppered kisses to his face. Bennett’s eyes were wide and bright, a mirror image of her own, but with a touch of Justin’s sparkle.
Justin parted to take care of his brushing and early morning grooming, leaving his wife with Benny in her arms. She cradled him against her chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart through the thin cotton of her nightgown. He was getting heavier, she noticed, another milestone likely. She reveled the feel of his warm, squishy body against hers.
It was back to bed for the two of them, gauging if he was hungry yet. Bennett squirmed, reaching for his mother’s face with chubby little fingers. She took it as a sign. They made their way to the kitchen, she sang a song under her breath as she warmed a bottle and prepared some oatmeal for Bennett’s breakfast. She balanced him on her hip, his cheek nuzzled against her collarbone as she worked. Though she knew it would be easier to put him down in the bouncer, she enjoyed the feel of his weight, the sound of his babbled nonsensical syllables when she talked out loud.
Justin joined them, hair sticking up at odd angles from his attempt at combing it with his fingers. Bennett was quietly passed onto him, allowing her a chance to finish making the oatmeal. The warmed bottle found its way into Justin’s other hand, and he settled into the bay window bench, a pillow cushioning his lower back, Bennett’s eyes fixated on his face.
The moment the rubber nipple was offered, his mouth opened eagerly, taking the bottle with a fervor that made Justin smile. She stirred the oatmeal, inhaling the sweet, comforting aroma, watching her husband interact with their son.
“There ya go. Good job, buddy.” Justin murmured sweet nothings to Bennett as he fed him, his deep voice carrying a source of comfort for the six month old. “Look at you… I’m so proud.”
She watched the scene unfold before her, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the rising sun outside. “Happy first Father’s Day,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss Justin’s temple. Her hand brushed shaggy dirty blonde hair out of his eyes, the touch lingering before dropping to his shoulder.
His arm reached up to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to the warmth of his body. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmured, glancing up to return the affection with a delicate press of his lips to hers. She felt the gentle squeeze of his hand at her waist and couldn’t help but lean into the embrace, her nose burying into his neck, nails lightly scratching at the nape. She inhaled the familiar scent of him—his deodorant, the underlying scent of shampoo, some baby powder, and her shea butter-scented lotion on his skin.
“I got you a gift,” she added lightly, watching her husband watch their son feed. Bennett suckled on the bottle greedily, his eyes half-closed in contentment. Justin’s gray-tinted-green eyes met hers, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Before you say anything sappy,” she held up a finger, her smile playful.
“I say sappy things because they’re true,” Justin interrupted with a bashful smile, the dimple in his cheek deep and round. Her heart fluttered at the endearment. “Bennett’s the best gift I could ever ask for. I’m just happy to wake up to the two of you every day,” he said, his voice a gentle rumble against her ear as he kissed the side of her face. “I love loving you two. Nothing in the world comes close to that.”
“Sappy,” she teased back, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt as she pressed her cheek into the warmth of his shoulder. She felt his laughter, a deep rumble that seemed to shake the very air around them. Bennett’s eyes grew heavier as he finished the bottle, his little hand playing with the neck of it, a sign he was done. “I love experiencing him with you,” she whispered, her eyes drifting closed for a moment as she basked in the comfort of her husband’s embrace. “Best decision I ever made was saying yes to you.”
Justin’s hand tightened on her waist briefly before he stood, Bennett cradled in his arms. “I’m thankful you said yes, makes mornings like these so much warmer,” he whispered, tilting her head back for a lingering kiss.
Their lips parted and she reached out to touch his cheek. “And I’m thankful you don’t mind waking up to a mildly grumpy wife and fussy baby every day.”
He chuckled, shaking his head as he laid Bennett on his shoulder to burp him. The baby’s eyes grew heavier as the milk settled. “Couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else,” he said, patting his back gently. “Grumpy wife and all.”
The oatmeal was ready, a perfect consistency for Bennett’s eager mouth. She scooped a small spoonful onto the spoon, watching as Justin expertly supported their son’s neck with one hand, the other poised to catch any spit-ups. The moment the spoon met Bennet’s mouth, his eyes lit up, and his little tongue eagerly lapped up the warm porridge. A few drops fell down his chin, which she wiped away with the spoon.
He looked so much like his father, she thought to herself as she watched the two of them. Bennett’s eyes were the same hooded shape, his nose a slightly softer version of Justin’s straight bridge. From the moment Bennett was born, Justin had instantly been comfortable, falling into the role of fatherhood as if he had been born to do it. And while she knew that wasn’t true—he’d had his moments of doubt, of fear, of utter exhaustion—the ease with which he handled their son was nothing short of remarkable.
The burp came loud and clear, echoing through the kitchen like a tiny foghorn. Bennett’s eyes grew wide for a split second before a giggle bubbled out of him, and she couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer delight on the faces of her two boys. By the time Bennett finished eating, a thin layer of oatmeal had made its way from his mouth to his chin, a little masterpiece of baby mess. She handed Justin a soft cloth to wipe him down while she cleared the breakfast dishes.
They sat in the kitchen, the sun now fully risen outside, filling the room with a warm glow as they ate breakfast. Bennett was due for his first nap of the day, already beginning to fuss and whine, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “I’ll clean up,” she offered, smoothing her son’s curls down, then kissing the crown of his head. “If you would like, you can lie down with him for his nap. Take advantage of your day off?”
Justin’s smile grew even more affectionate at the suggestion. “I’d love that.” He bounced Bennett up-and-down gently, cooing softly, “Come on, let’s go snuggle in bed, yeah?” Bennett’s eyes grew heavier with each bounce, gripping his father’s shirt tightly.
When she tiptoed into the bedroom after cleaning up, the sight that greeted her was one that never failed to warm her heart. Justin was lying on his back, asleep, shirt discarded, covers pulled just up to his hips. Bennett lay on his chest, pacifier in his mouth, subconsciously soothing even in his sleep. A secure hand rested on Bennett’s back, holding him gently, protectively.
She bent down, her coils brushing against Justin’s arm, and gently extracted Bennett from his chest. He stirred but didn’t wake as she placed him in his crib, the softness of his breathing a sweet lullaby in the quiet of their bedroom. She adjusted his onesie, planting a tender kiss on his forehead.
Justin hadn’t stirred when she returned to the bedroom, so she took the opportunity to sneak back into their bed, curling into the space Bennett had just vacated. She kissed his collarbone, feeling his heart beat underneath her palm. He mumbled something unintelligible, his arms wrapping around her without opening his eyes. She felt his breath even out as he drifted back to sleep, the comfort of her presence all he needed to ease into a deeper slumber.
Imagine him on the first date, kinda nervous, trying to make sure he doesn’t say anything stupid bc he really likes you and can’t believe you agreed to go out with him 🥺🤭
“This is really simple, like middle school math.” Justin paused, flipping the math paper towards you. “It is just subtracting the y-coordinates then subtracting the x-coordinates.” He hummed, handing the mechanical pencil towards you as he grabbed your pen in return.
You hummed, chewing on your pink almond nails. “Okayy, I think I got this!” You smiled, quickly going back to the work.
After a couple minutes passed you turned the back the paper towards Justin with a wide smile on your face, feeling very proud of yourself in the moment.
Justins eyes roam around the paper for a couple seconds and immediately sighs, shaking his head. “No, you did it wrong.” His voice defeated as he slowly looked up at you.
Your smile immediately falters, the mechanical pencil that was once on your hand is now on the table. “Really? I thought I did it 100% right!” You hummed, slouching in the chair as you crossed your arms.
Justin sat up tall again as he fully changed his gaze to the paper, fixing up all the work you did work.
As Justin was rambling about what you did wrong your mind went blank, instead of thinking about the work you were only thinking about your clothes.
“J. We need to go shopping, I’m running low on clothes.” You frowned, letting out a long sigh as you look up at Justin from your nails.
Justin’s gaze immediately flickers up to you, tilting his head slightly. “We’re doing your work and all you can think of is shopping?” He says somewhat serious, his eyes narrowing slightly.
You gave him a pout as you looked up at him through your lashes, shrugging slightly. “Maybe..” You hummed, your gaze strictly staying on his.
Justin lets out a long sigh as he shakes his head, looking back down at your work as he starts erasing his mistakes. “Hmm.” He hums, ignoring you quickly after as he try’s to keep his gaze on the work.
You rolled your eyes, your gaze going back to your manicured nails. After a quiet few minutes you had opened your mouth again. “J?” You asked, tilting your head.
Justin tilts his head also, his gaze flickering away from the homework once again. “Yes?” He answered as he dropped the pencil, his whole focus being on you again.
“Do you like the nickname, J?” You mumbled, keeping your pout on your face as you slouched in the chair across from him.
Justin awkwardly shrugged, his face turning into a light pink. “Y-yeah, why?” He awkwardly coughed, his gaze flickering between the papers and you.
You nodded, a small smile appearing on your face. “Okay good! I love it, you’re like the only person I have a nickname for!” You beamed, fixing the sleeves of your blouse.
Justins face stayed the shade of light pink, nodding slightly as he fixed his gaze on the paper infront of you two. He gave you a half smile, his dimples becoming slightly more apparent.
rushed ending..idk where this story was going ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა
