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[xoxonobodyhome]

My Master List 💜

Hi Everyone!!!!

So below you will find the links to my current series & future stories and blurbs & etc.... I'm very excited because now everything will be in one place and I am back to my Virgo organizing ways... Thank God.

For now I will only be writing for Joe & Ja'Marr until I get more comfortable with my writing skills

Kiss & Tell Series

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Blurbs

Just One Bounce

[mrs-delaney]

Tension Headache

pairings: joe burrow x fem!reader 🤍 wc: 1.3k an: for the anon who was dealing with a bad one last week — i hope it's long gone by now. requests like this are exactly why i keep the ask box open, so never apologize for being specific. 💋 this is a standalone, so no verse knowledge needed. just a bad tuesday and a man who doesn't ask questions. masterlist

The headache starts at 2:40 on Tuesday, and you know exactly when because you’re looking at the clock, seeing how much more work you have left when Aaron says your name from the doorway and you turn your head to answer him.

That’s when you feel it really starting.

You finish the conversation. You say the words back to him in the right order, and he leaves satisfied, and then you sit very still in your chair with your hand at the back of your neck, pressing your thumb into the spot just under the bone where it lives, and you wait to see what kind it’s going to be.

It’s the bad kind. It sets up behind your left eye and starts pulling.

You get another hour out of yourself. You dim the monitor as far down as it goes and answer the emails that can’t wait until tomorrow, and every time you look from the screen to your notepad and back, the light does something to you that you can feel in your teeth. The plug-ins in the outlets along the wall have never bothered you before. Today they’re making you nauseous. The fluorescents up there have a hum you’ve never noticed in three years of working under them, and now you can hear it like it’s inside your skull.

At 3:55 you stop pretending.

“You okay?” Cass asks when she sees you putting your laptop in your bag.

“Headache.”

“A bad one?”

“Yeah.”

“Go home,” she says, which you were already doing, but it helps to hear it.

The drive is twenty-five minutes, and it’s all west, straight into the sun, and you spend it with your jaw locked and your sunglasses on and your hand coming up to shield the top of the windshield every time the road crests. Somebody merges into you on Red Bank, and you have to whip your head left to check them, and you feel it all the way down into your shoulder blade. By the time you’re in the driveway you’re taking the turn into the garage with your head held like something that might come apart if you set it down wrong.

Inside you don’t turn on a single light. Blinds down, phone face-down, the frozen gel pack out of the freezer and wrapped in a dish towel. You get horizontal on the couch with the pack under your neck and one arm over your eyes, and you stay there.

—

You hear the garage door before you hear him — the motor, then the mechanism, then the interior door and his keys going into the dish on the counter. Then nothing for a second while he registers that every light in the house is off.

“Y/N?”

“Couch.”

He comes around the corner. You don’t move your arm off your eyes, so you get him in pieces — the shape of him in the doorway, the pause there, the shoes coming off one at a time against the back of his heel. He’s dressed for wherever you were supposed to be going. Button-down, the good watch.

He doesn’t ask.

You listen to him move through the kitchen. The fridge opens and shuts. Ice, then water over it. He sets the glass on the coffee table by your head and doesn’t tell you to drink it.

The couch gives at your hip where he sits down on the edge of it.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

He takes the arm off your eyes, not fast, and holds onto your wrist for a second before he sets it down on your stomach. In the dark, his face is mostly outline. He gets a hand under the towel at your neck and checks the gel pack with two fingers, the way you’d check a pan.

“That’s warm.”

“It’s been on a while.”

He takes it. Goes to the freezer with it, comes back, and you know he’s swapped it for the second one because you can hear the towel getting rewrapped, and then he’s sitting again, and he doesn’t hand it back to you.

“Turn over.”

You open your eyes. It doesn’t help — it’s too dark to see much of him and looking at anything is its own project right now.

“Joe.”

“Babe.”

“I’m not moving.”

“Baby.” He’s already got a hand flat on your shoulder, not pushing, just there. “Turn over and let me get at it.”

You go over onto your front. It takes longer than it should, and he doesn’t rush any part of it, one hand on your shoulder and the other coming to your hip. When you get your face down into the cushion and your arms folded up underneath you, he pulls the throw pillow out from under your chest and drops it on the floor because it’s got you at the wrong angle.

Then his hands are on the back of your neck, and everything else in the room stops mattering.

—

He gets down onto the floor. You feel the couch let go of his weight and then hear him settle beside you, and when his hands come back they come from above — one at the base of your skull, one flat between your shoulder blades, just resting there while he waits for you to get used to being touched.

His thumb finds the left side on the second try, and when he gets it you make a sound into the cushion that isn’t a word.

“That’s it,” he says.

He starts slow. He isn’t kneading — he’s pressing, holding, letting the pressure sit until whatever’s underneath it gives up an inch. His thumb works the strip along the base of your skull one inch at a time and stops at every place you flinch, and he doesn’t back off when you flinch. He waits there.

Somewhere in the middle of it, he takes the watch off. You hear it go down onto the coffee table, glass against wood.

His hands move down. Both thumbs on either side of your spine, then out along the tops of your shoulders, and when he gets to the left one he finds something that makes your whole arm go hot and you say his name into the cushion.

“There it is. Breathe out.”

You do.

He leans on it. Slow enough that you can stay with it, hard enough that it’s not a question of whether it’s going to hurt, and it does, and then it’s less. He works that spot for a long time. Longer than feels reasonable. His breathing goes even with it, and yours follows, and the room is dark, and the only sound in the house is the ice settling in the glass by your head.

When he moves back up to your neck, his hands are warm from the work.

“Okay?”

“Mm.”

“Words.”

“Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

—

His hands slow down, but they don’t stop. You’re somewhere past thinking. The pain’s still in there — you can find it if you go looking — but it’s sitting further back than it was, and your whole body has gone heavy against the cushions in a way you didn’t decide on.

“Fuck, I wish I could fix this, baby.” A pause. His thumb keeps moving. “Or that you weren’t carrying so much that it keeps happening.”

You get out something that isn’t a word.

He goes back to your neck. He works the base of your skull with two fingers, small and slow, and at some point you stop tracking how long it’s been.

When you surface, the house is dark and quiet, and his hand is still on your neck, gone slack. He’s asleep, sitting up on the floor with his head back against the cushion.

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[xoxonobodyhome]

I love him

[squad-3]

so pretty

[xoxonobodyhome]

He is so handsome

[honeydippedfiction]

https://www.tumblr.com/notgaybuckybarnes/824674057972793344?source=share

That top pic is even hotter in HQ 🥵 I am barking.

Siiiiigh Joseph

I will say this is one example Jay and I were discussing iykyk

[xoxonobodyhome]

I’m BARKING

[przepanie]

the face card is doing overtime.

[xoxonobodyhome]

The picture is a visual representation of me dissociating at work 💀😭

[rcra]

He’s a slut!

[xoxonobodyhome]

Correct !

[xoxonobodyhome]

I love him 😍

[cincyswyt]

“make myself happy” my heartttt 😭

[xoxonobodyhome]

PERIODT JOESPH

[xoxonobodyhome]

T-minus 4 days OSNAINWKANAKW

[sevnszn]

draftkings i know this is ragebait

it would be funny if the vikings somehow get jjetta's together with him again

[xoxonobodyhome]

Joe burrow and the jets in the same sentence I WILL CRASH OUT do not SEND THIS MAN OVER HERE I BEG LMAOO

Yes he will be closer to me tbh but I wouldn’t wish the jets on him or anyone 😭

[xoxonobodyhome]

You're seeing Joe soon! I'm so excited for you and have the best time!

PLEASEEE BECAUSE I SAW THIS AND NOW IM LIKE OH SHIT THIS ANON IS RIGHT

I’m totally calm though 🤭

[burrowandbengals]

🥵

Training Camp - August 2026

[xoxonobodyhome]

I think some people on this app are too invested in Joe's personal life. None of us like her, but we would never go to the extreme with things like some people do. It's really not that hard to ignore her like the majority of us already do. In the end we're all here to love and support Joe as a person and as an athlete.

Amen

[wickedfun9]

[xoxonobodyhome]

This video will always activate my inner slut for Joe.

Like yall don’t understand just how serious my slut is for LSU Joe

[xoxonobodyhome]

Yknow who… the way she acts is really concerning I think she’s obsessed with Joe and really thinks he would look in her way, it’s a celebrity crush gone out of hand like who cares who he is seeing in his life he’s 30 years old. aren’t you a fan of him cause he’s an athlete, just watch his games it’s not like he’s rubbing it into your faces so you can’t escape it following every step and every story and even flights?? Is so so weird.

Thank you for being a normal blog oh my god it’s so bad these days i regret coming on here

It’s truly really getting outta hand honestly like this man forreal don’t know us yall let’s not forget that and thank you for saying that I try my best 🫶🏽😅

[xoxonobodyhome]

Posting her nudes is not okay obviously but if you talk about her any other time ( I’m not necessarily talking about you if you don’t talk about her ) but if these other blogs talk shit about her daily sticking up for her now is hypocritical.

Correct; I agree don’t say you hate her and wish for horrible things to happen to her but then now spin the block on defending her. Stand ten toes on what you said then.

This is why if you hate her keep that hate to yourself and don’t speak about her on your blog it’s common sense but people lack it now a days

[xoxonobodyhome]

they got me defending op… lord i hate some of the joe fans on here 🫩🫩

Listen you can dislike the girl all you want but what was done is wrong PERIOD. Like the fact people are on here glad it happened is wild; I would never wish that shit even on my worst enemy.

[megsinnerthoughts]

doing this over a celebrity you love but doesn’t know you exist? over a celebrity you hate and also doesn’t know you exist? that is parasocial on an unhealthy level. and just because they are famous doesn’t mean they aren’t real people with real feelings.

you don’t have to like her…but that doesn’t justify doing something as dehumanizing as this. block her, unfollow her, block the tag….there are so many actions you can take that allow you to not like her and do that only. because no. one. deserves this. no past actions, current ones, and feelings towards a person make it okay. and to do it to “embarrass him more” or “make him leave her”…you’re literally 1.) embarrassing yourself by doing something so degrading and 2.) you’re hurting him too. and if you really supported him or were a fan then you would just want him to be happy; not put out shit that does the compote opposite of that.

a silly little whatever this is doesn’t mean you can just start doing things like this that are anything but silly and little. think for one second before you repost/share. take a break. log off. delete the app. and get a hobby or something that doesn’t involve putting out negativity.

#at this point it’s about basic human rights and decency #which no matter how you feel about someone they deserve #hard concept i know #for one second imagine this was you #they say they’re supporting him — yet they’re doing shit that he himself wouldn’t support