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honeyncherry · 12 days ago

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the female correction and dress reference i giggled

they make me wanna reread everything again sooo i will be busy tonight 🙂‍↕️

you are in love: big reputations pt 2 // JOE BURROW

✰ description: covering the events of you are in love V pt 2

✰ universe: you are in love masterlist

✰ previous parts ➜ you are in love big reputations pt 1 ➜ you are in love V pt 2

✰ a/n: finally finished this up thank goddd. now onto the party 4 u fic ;) we all need some LSU joe in our lives again

there is NO face claim! i just use whatever i find on pinterest and envision for this series ;) you can tap on the photos to get closer look! especially the stories

taglist: (ask to be added): @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @joeyburrrow @softburrow @burrowbarbie @yelenasbraid @lovelyburrow @majestic87 @grittysbiggestfan @definitelynotdomanique @burrowswomen @lilfreakjez @fourburrow @ladyluvduv

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y/n_y/ln: did some cool things with @chanel + @versace the other week ;)

comments:

joeyb_9: fire flicks and fire caption 🙊

——— y/n_y/ln: i wonder who came up with this fire caption 🧐

y/bsf21: this caption is so joe coded...what has he done to you

——— joeyb_9: you say that like it's a bad thing

fan3939: GIVE US MORE MUSIC IM DYING OVER HERE GIRL

loverofbridges: this new aesthetic she has going on with reputation might just be her best yet

versace: 👑🖤✨

y/nfan282: release the ready for it MV from the vault girl PLS

sabrinacarpenter: the black wig?? we found your new hair color 😻

——— y/n_y/ln: ...should i?

fan3095: BLACK HAIR. WE NEED THE BLACK HAIR

jesshubbard: ok but the GLAM of it all??

——— y/n_y/ln: missing game deys with you right about now <3

bengalsfangirl09: our QB’s girlfriend AND a couture queen??? we won.

gracieabrams: you’re unreal.

fan392: waiting for that vogue editorial currently

——— popmusicrumors: 👀 she is rumored to be on the cover for the may edition

fan484: is she thrist trapping with that first one...holy hell 🤤

xp3_22L: my qb gettin that every night. that should be me bro

y/bsf2: drop the photo dump bae we’re starving

——— y/n_y/ln: need to have photos to dump first 😔

y/ncollective: bet you he was hovering behind the camera being all giggly telling you how pretty you look <3

chanel: ✨ the dreamiest collab 💫

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joeyb_9: 💪💪💪

comments:

bengals4life: CINCY’S FINEST FR 🤩🧡

y/n_y/ln: is this your hotgirl workout routine we're getting to see here

——— quinn_ski: take him to pilaties again i think he forgot what real burn feels like

—————— y/n_y/ln: unless you wanna see him show up to athens split in half...i think i'd rather not put him through that again

y/n_y/ln: hey you're pretty cute ☺️

——— joeyb_9: funny thing, my girlfriend says the same

—————— y/n_y/ln: she must be the luckiest woman alive 🤩

————————— y/n_y/ln: i am! thanks <3

fan284: y/n you speical fucking woman 😣

fan42: i need him so bad guys

bose: blue is our new favorite color 💙

cincybengals951: joe...we love you but let's get back to throwing the ball, enough with the photoshoots and trophy boyfriend antics

——— joeybfanIX: nah let him enjoy his offseason for once! he deserves it and actually has someone who truly understands him to spend it with

——— y/nlover: calling him a trophy boyfriend is unnecessary as fuck. leave them alone

——— fan2949: its okay to keep your wrong opinions to yourself sometimes! hope this helps <3

——— footballfanatic3: why r we worrying about him? he knows how to lock in when he needs to. let him live a little with someone he clearly likes to spend time with

lahjay10_: joey gainzzzzzzz

fan965: still obsessing over how great his hair looks

——— fan2281: the girlfriend effect ✨

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📍NOLA yacht club

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y/n_y/ln: deep blue but you painted me golden

comments:

joeyb_9: blue has never looked so good. damn baby

——— y/n_y/ln: say that again without drooling, burrow

—————— joeyb_9: can’t promise anything 😮‍💨

y/bsf_21: i’m sorry but she’s not real. who looks like THIS on a boat????

fan2948: deep blue but he painted you golden? i’m chewing concrete actually

fan_of_yours: someone check on joe…man’s fighting for his life in the comments 😭

fanpage_y/nstyle: THE DRESS. THE LEGS. THE CAPTION. THE WAY SHE OWNS THE INTERNET. we are not okay 🥹

fan294: these are def song lyrics...she's such a tease

fan2901: okay but imagine having this saved to your camera roll like joe does. embarrassing for the rest of us.

fan8437: blue is her color and golden is his love STOPPPPP 💙💛

madelyncline: teach me how to be this ethereal pls

y/ncollective: joe’s somewhere biting his fist rn guarantee it

trevortherevver: y’all ever gonna come back to land or is joe still pretending he’s poseidon with his girl by his side 😂

——— y/n_y/ln: he was def thinking his dinner fork was a trident

y/nlover: this is literally joe’s pov every day. lucky man 🥰

jackantonoff: caption poet mode again i see 🤌

fan2872: 💕💕😍😍

fan9932: bet joe took these pics and had to put the phone down every 2 seconds to remind himself to breathe

——— joeyb_9: not wrong 🫠

—————— y/n_y/ln: you’re so embarrassing get off my post

————————— joeyb_9: nah. stuck here forever. just like with you.

tatemcrae: im just gonna keep liking this so it shows up on everyone’s feed ty

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gridback_news: Spotted: music’s reigning sweetheart and her soon to be MVP QB trading bright stage lights for golden sunsets on the bayou 🌅💫

Pop powerhouse Y/N Y/LN and NFL golden boy Joe Burrow were seen stepping off a private boat dock in New Orleans last night, still absolutely glowing after what insiders are calling a week-long lovefest in the Big Easy. Sources close to the pair say they’ve been soaking up every bit of downtime together—riding the high of her massive Grammy wins and his whirlwind press tour leading up to the NFL Honors this weekend.

This week has been nothing short of a dream for the couple. From hopping between hidden courtyard bars with local friends, sampling oysters and hush puppies, to slow-dancing to street jazz under twinkling French Quarter lights—every outing’s been a postcard. Fans even caught them sharing a powdered sugar-kissed kiss outside Café du Monde (yes, Joe had powdered sugar on his hoodie, yes, we are obsessed).

And it’s not just lazy strolls and late nights. Insiders say Y/N has been Joe’s quiet anchor through a maze of interviews, suit fittings, and event obligations. She’s been right by his side, hand on his back at crowded venues, or whispering something that makes him flash that grin we all know too well. Meanwhile, he’s been just as fiercely supportive, telling friends he’s “never seen her this inspired” and hinting that more new music from our songbird is coming way sooner than anyone thinks 🎶💗

As for that boat date? Eyewitnesses say they were all tangled up in each other—legs draped, heads tucked close—whispering and laughing like they forgot the world existed beyond the gentle slap of water against the hull. One bystander claims Y/N was seen trailing her fingers through Joe’s hair, and when he looked up at her, it was like watching two people fall in love for the first time all over again.

With the NFL Honors on the horizon, sources say both are excited—him for what could be another career-defining moment, her to cheer him on from the front row, the same way he did for her just days ago.

In short? The bayou’s never looked so sweet, and neither have they💘💘

#YN #JoeBurrow #NOLAspottings #GrammyGlow #NFLOffseason #BoatDates #MVPandHisMuse

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y/n_y/ln: ...are you ready for it? music video out NOW! link in my bio 🖤

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📍new orleans, louisiana

💿 now playing: hot (young thug ft. gunna)

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y/n_y/ln: see you in the dark, all eyes on you my magician

comments:

joeyb_9: mine. every lifetime, every timeline 🖤

——— y/ncollective: EXCUSE ME

——— xoxogossipgirllover: is...is he saying he proposed...

—————— fan02: probably not but who knows they're so unpredictable

——— fan9384: joe don't play with us

dior: you’re cordially invited to take over every red carpet forever ⭐️

fan383: a baddie has regained her wings because HELLO

oliviarodrigo: hot indeed 🔥🔥

fan892: most of her recent captions have to be song lyrics because they're so?? she's teasing haaard

zendaya: 😍

loverofbridges: he's already influencing her music taste im rotfl

y/bsf_21: Y/N MY GODDDD?

bengalsfan247: i need her skincare routine, workout routine, prayer circle schedule

fan49393: omfg she's so hot

joeburrowsource: joe’s camera roll is better than most photographers’ entire portfolios

y/n_lover: guyssss her smile :((((

——— fan232: pure freaking happiness. that's what im calling this era

fan982: beautiful 🤩

fan022: nbdy doing it like her 🗣️

fan2025: joe burrow not trash talking this season because he’s saving his energy to gas up his girlfriend. priorities people

fan23: joey b do you understand how lucky you are. i don't think you do

fan_joeyyb: joey b taking these pics like he’s not absolutely down horrendous. be serious.

fan3_22: i love how joe is just her personal photographer now

bengalsbro: he be hitting that every night god damn

��—— fan37: don't be weird tf

gighadid: the gloss?? the gaze?? the grip you have on us my friend 😍

enews: new orleans just got 93% hotter

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📍saenger theatre

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gridback_news: Spotted: All eyes on her ✨

Pop phenomenon and newly crowned Grammy darling Y/N Y/LN sent cameras into a frenzy tonight at the 2025 NFL Honors, stepping out in a custom sheer black Amen Couture gown threaded with hand-stitched ruby crystal detailing—what insiders are already calling “a top-three red carpet moment of her career,”.

Styled by Maeve McCarthy, she paired the look with black satin Jimmy Choo stilettos, a deep berry lip, and a vintage Messika diamond choker once worn by a '90s Italian screen siren—rumor has it, Joe personally flew it in via private courier as a pre-Grammys gift. 🖤

And as for Joe? Sources say he couldn’t take his eyes off her. “He looked like he was watching the sun rise,” one onlooker noted. “She walks into the room, and it’s tunnel vision. Everyone else fades out,”. An industry stylist seated backstage told us, “She walked past and half the room went silent. The gown was art. But it’s the way he looks at her that made the moment,”.

Sources close to the couple say the two have been “stronger than ever” in recent months, navigating hectic careers and awards season together like “they’re building something long-term—quietly, intentionally, and totally in sync,”. Another insider adds, “They talk about the future like it’s already here. Where they want to put roots down, who they want to be 5 years from now…individually and as an established unit. She’s always been the kind of person who pours everything into what she loves, and he matches that. It’s a slow-burn fairytale. No big declarations, just real life and deep love,”.

While the pair remain famously private (and public at the same time), body language experts are having a field day with tonight’s footage, subtle glances, hand brushes, and Joe’s now-signature move—stepping back to make space for her in every photo, eyes on her like she hung the stars 🌟

📸: NFL

#YNxJoe #NFLHonors #RedCarpetRoyalty #JoeBurrow #YN #PowerCoupleEra #StillSoftForYou

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joeyb_9: hard work brings cool stuff

comments:

fan031: wait y/n liked this so fast LMAO she said 😵‍💫

y/n_y/ln: beyond proud of my mvp ❤️

fan612: “hard work brings cool stuff” bro that’s YOUR GIRLFRIEND. that’s the cool stuff 😭

fan843: was not prepared for this post sir

y/nlover: his speech was toooo perfect. cutest shit ever

fan999: y’all see y/n and joe sneaking glances on the red carpet?? I need a moment

fan428: he doesn’t miss. football. fits. females.

——— fan39: correction, FEMALE. no plural.

fan777: HAIR? EYES? SWAG? this man has it all

jjetas2: we did that 👔🔥

alo: adding MVP to your resume as we speak 👑

ryland_1: attaboy joe!

trevortherevver: 👏🔥

quinn_ski: celebratory drinks at buddy's when you get back?

lahjay_10: my qb >

teehiggins: aight shiesty i see u

NFL: leading man energy 🎬🧡

fan109: man said “cool stuff” instead of “i’m the luckiest mf alive”

bengals: MVP! MVP! MVP!

fan492: this post smells like expensive cologne and being loved right

fan555: we get it. you're hot. you're talented. your girl loves you. ENOUGH.

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peoplemagazine: 🏆✨ MVP MODE: Joe Burrow just added another milestone to his stellar career—taking home MVP at the 2025 NFL Honors last night in New Orleans, and doing so in true QB1 style. The Bengals superstar made headlines not only for the win, but for a quiet, heart-melting tribute to girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N tucked right into his suit pocket. 👀

Styled by Alo, Joe wore a custom midnight black suit, paired with some of his personal favorite chains, and in true JB fashion, no shirt underneath—but what really caught fans’ attention was the jewel-studded solar system chain he carried with him throughout the night. The pocket chain featured a miniature galaxy of celestial stones and planets, with a single golden charm at the center: a star encrusted in citrine, etched with the letter of his songstress. Fans quickly dubbed it “his stargirl,” calling it a private universe dedicated to the love of his life. 🌌🪐✨

Y/N kept a low profile throughout the night, but she never left his side. She was spotted in the front row during his MVP acceptance speech, beaming with quiet pride, and throughout the evening, she stayed close, adjusting the hem of his jacket between awards, leaning in to murmur things that made him laugh softly under his breath, checking on him between flashes and questions on the carpet. When Joe took the stage to accept his award, he thanked his family, his teammates, and Y/N, by name, calling her “the one who turned the plane around,”. It was a rare moment of public vulnerability from the quarterback, who’s never been one to speak too candidly about his private life, but fans have noticed he’s been opening up more in the past year, especially when it comes to her. 🖤

Backstage, an NFL photographer caught one sweet moment where Y/N reached up to adjust his lapel, and Joe responded by brushing a kiss across her wrist—intimate, lowkey, and instantly iconic.

Tap the link in bio for the full article and a video of Joe’s speech, plus more exclusive behind-the-scenes moments from the couple’s unforgettable night. 🎥🖇️

📸: Getty / NFL Honors

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gridback_news: Spotted: Y/N Y/LN turning the NFL Honors afterparty into her own personal runway last night 💫 The global pop icon was seen arriving at the event’s private celebration just past 10, dressed in a head-turning denim corset mini by EB denim that had fans, cameras (and Joe) doing double takes. The structured silhouette hugged her curves perfectly, with flawless denim stitching and a deep neckline that gave the look an effortless cool-girl edge. She paired the look with an Aquazzura bag and pair of matching heels, vintage jewelry from Joseph Saidian and Sons (including her special bracelet and necklace that SCREAMS Joe Burrow) with her usual stack of celestial charms, tousled bombshell waves, and a berry-stained lip.

Though she kept things lowkey earlier in the evening while supporting Joe at the ceremony, Y/N truly lit up the night at the afterparty—seen laughing warmly with NFL legends and her MVP beau’s teammates, effortlessly charming everyone around her. Sources close to the couple say she’s “beyond proud” of Joe’s special win and that “there’s no one else he wanted to celebrate with more,” 🏈💋💙 .

Fans and insiders alike are calling them the ultimate power couple, and honestly? It’s hard to disagree! 💫

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📍saenger theatre

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y/n_y/ln: breaking my usual feed rhythm for this one…so bear with me. i promised myself i’d keep most of this just between us, but tonight’s too big to pretend like i’m not bursting with pride.

joey, watching you win MVP tonight was surreal. not because i didn’t think you’d do it—i did. i’ve always known you were capable of something like this. but knowing how hard you’ve worked for it...how much you’ve carried on and off the field this year, how much you've sacrificed, how deeply you care about your team, your city, your people…watching that all be recognized this way was something else entirely.

i’ve seen you at every stage of this journey over the past nine months i've been yours. i’ve seen the long nights, the quiet doubts, the pain you tried to hide from everyone else. i’ve also seen the joy, the resilience, the unbelievable discipline, the way you lead with intention and heart. no one wants this more than you do. no one gives more of themselves to something than you do. and you do it without ever losing your softness, your special spark that i fell in love with . you still hold doors open (literally and figuratively) even if you're having the worst day imaginable, still check in on everyone else first even if you aren't in the right headspace yourself, and still laugh like a kid when you win against me in supersmash bros every friday night. you’re the strongest man i’ve ever known, and somehow...also the gentlest.

this past week with you was magic, that's all i can say. but truthfully, you’re the most extraordinary thing i’ve ever known. award or no award. thank you for letting me walk beside you through it all. for letting me love you. for letting me be yours.

congratulations, my MVP. you are everything. i love you to the moon and to saturn.

xx, your stargirl 🖤🌌💫

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📍louisiana

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y/n_y/ln: nola & baton rouge.

beignets, bayou sunsets, red carpet flicks, late nights, campus lights, and a whole lot of love. found my new favorite record shop, fell in love with the chicken & daiquiris combo everyone hypes up, and finally learned how to say “tchoupitoulas” without getting roasted by JB.

thank you to the cities that gave me the sweetest memories these past two weeks (and the sweetest boy a long time ago). forever mystified by how these cities screamed his name.

laissez les bons temps rouler ⚜️

comments:

joeyb_9: the best to do it all with 😮‍💨

——— y/n_y/ln: even the “chicken at 1am” stomach ache?

—————— joeyb_9: hell yeah. especially that. character building moment right there

————————— y/n_y/ln: i was character dissolving in the uber back to the hotel joseph.

————————————joeyb_9: worth it. 10/10. would daiquiri & suffer again.

——————————————— y/n_y/ln: you say that now but you made us stop for tums and ginger ale like a baby

——————————————————joeyb_9: a baby in love 🧸

fan392: omfg did he take her to his old LSU apartment complex😭

——— fan02499: that's the cutest thing ever hello-

rulethejungle5: the picture with him and the grandma is golden. thank you for your services y/n

y/bsf_21: tchoupitoulas gate will go down in history

——— y/n_y/ln: he wouldn't stop laughing at me 😒

LSU: geaux jeaux and y/n! had a blast having you here 💜💛

lahjay_10: not joe becoming your lil louisiana tour guide 😭😭

quinn_ski: ah man you shoulda been there back in 2019 during those tailgates. legendary shit

——— y/n_y/ln: pls don't give me more fomo than i already have 😪

—————— trevortherevver: you missed out on robin's goated pre-game speeches :(

————————— y/n_y/ln: did you not just see what i said about fomo trev...not helping man 🥲

fan39: you said culture, you said southern hospitality, you said “i’m the girlfriend of the south’s favorite son” and you were right

dualipa: 😍

fan29: the aesthetics of her photo dumps never fail to deliver

fan2029: she really learned how to say tchoupitoulas just to impress her man…true love fr

tatemcrae: gorgeous gorgeous girl <3

——— y/n_y/ln: love u xx

joe&y/nupdates: the little napkin note awww

fan9432: Y’ALL HELD HANDS OUTSIDE CHIMES I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES

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📍baton rouge, louisiana

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y/n_y/ln: only bought this dress so you could take it off

comments:

joeyb_9: took it off respectfully.

——— fan292: SIR?? HELLO???

——— fan0908: lying is a sin joe...wbk what you did 😄

——— y/n_y/ln: did you? that's not what i recall..

—————— bigreputation910: Y/N WHAT 😃

y/bsf_21: i need a cold shower immediately 🤤

y/bsf2: YOU’RE GOING TO JAIL OMG??? GORG

sabrinacarpenter: i would simply pass away if i looked this good 😍

jesshubbard: so when’s the joe & y/n thirst trap calendar dropping?

——— y/n_y/ln: we'll include it with our christmas card this year

keke: what in the seductive southern summer sorcery is THIS

fan28488: joe is the luckiest man alive idc

haileybieber: obsessed. unwell. not breathing.

fan10233: this post made me bite my knuckle like a cartoon character

madelyncline: someone call the fire department 🚒

vogue: the blueprint for every slip dress from now on.

dovecameron: girl. GIRL. 😵‍💫

fan90128: can you link the dress or is it exclusive to heartbreakers only???

billieeilish: im on my knees.

fan02238: joe burrow really won the whole universe huh

fan4930: the tan lines…the caption…this is criminal

fan88910: girl be fr 😭😭😭😭😭😭

y/ncollective: the content of the century. thank you for your service.

fan093: she's feeling herself this month yall. WE ARE SOOOO BACK

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honeyncherry · 12 days ago

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honeyncherry · 13 days ago

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im DEAD

evryone going after jeremiah for the bracelet thing in cabo and i realized my ex did the same thing except in hawaii with a necklace from an abc store 🧍‍♀️

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honeyncherry · 14 days ago

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the angst in this got to me 😔 can only imagine what more you have in store 💔

TONIGHT, YOU ARE MINE / JB9, TRACK 2

summary / joe doesn’t lose. but he does when she can’t make it to a game.

warnings / fem!reader, angst, fluff, smut (oral, m!receiving, p in v, unprotected sex)

note / from this point forward, if you’d like to submit asks about our little einstein and joey, pls do! it’ll help fill in the gaps between parts :)

tags / @willowsnook @irishmanwhore @iosivb9 @softburrow @burrowdarling @jburrgf @wickedfun9 @hotburreaux @starsinthesky5 @hannahjessica113 @joeyfranchise @joeyburrrow @joeyb1989 @burrowswomen @kazsbrckkers @sportyphile @ebsmind @justhereforthetea200 @joecoolburrow (comment/send an ask to be added!)

part 1

GAME DAY. The energy was electric. It cascaded down his spine. He’d spend the whole day with the team. He was excited, the thrill of another game chilling his nerves. They were undefeated at this point. Now they moved on to Florida.

He was up before she was. The sunrise was poking over the horizon, making the room a dim blue color. He slid out of bed, leaving the warmth of his sheets and her body.

“Baby,” a soft groan interrupted the silence accompanied by the whisper of sheets. Joe turned just as he slid his sweats on, watching as his girlfriend stirred to life.

“Mornin’,” he leaned down, hands pressed against the mattress, kissing the crown of her head, “sleep well?”

“Mmhm,” she hummed, stretching her limbs under the pillow. He was tempted to slide back under the covers with hers to feel her skin against his. He wanted to touch her, to feel her around him. He wouldn’t get that chance all day.

Joe slid his sweats back off, leaving him in his elastic boxers. He slid back onto the bed, his hand sliding across her back. He kissed between her shoulder blades, his hand roaming the expanse of her hips. Her skin was warm, perfumed with a scent of roses. She hummed under his touch, a soft smile blossoming on her lips.

“What’re you doing?” she asked, her voice a rasp as he kissed down her spine.

“I won’t be able to see you ‘til later,” he hummed against her skin, “just wanna be with my girl,”

She hummed, stretching her arms under her silk pillow. She loved mornings like this, that even though he’d leave for the stadium soon, he still found time to love her.

“You’re a mess,” she chuckled softly. Joe smiled, kissing back up her spine, his lips finding a home on her neck. He could feel her heartbeat under his lips, and he hummed against her skin. Joe pressed his weight on top of hers, making her grunt. His skin was warm, a reminder that she’d not feel it all day. Game days were torture.

“What’s wrong?” He hummed, running his hands up and down her sides. She let her eyes slide shut, letting his touch and his body become one with hers. This was the downside of keeping things private. She could go to the game, watch him play, cheer when everyone else cheers, but she’d never be able to greet him in the tunnel or on the field. She’d never be that girl.

“Nothing,” she sighed, “sometimes I hate this whole privacy thing,”

Joe remained silent. He felt the same. He pressed kisses to the skin between her shoulder blades, his mind roaming. He brought her up once to his mom, when they were friends, and it didn’t go well.

Flashback to a year ago, winter break

“Any of your friends in town?” Robin asked her son as he perched on a barstool. His hair had grown out, thick curls billowing at the very top of his shoulders. His dad wanted him to cut it; mom didn’t seem to have an issue with it.

“Yeah,” Joe contemplated, sitting on his hands, “one of them,”

Joe knew how his mom felt about his female friends. If they had a boyfriend, then she didn’t care. She was more open to having someone like Lola over, who Joe had known since Ohio State, and who was engaged.

But Joe wasn’t talking about Lola.

“Joey,” she smiled, pausing her fingers, “tell me who. You’re not bound to the house, you know,”

But to him, he was. His mom wanted him there all the time, she wanted him to do these events and talk to those people. She wanted him to go shopping with her, to have “mother-son” dates before he got big in football.

“Her name’s Y/N,” he started, settling his hands on the counter, “she’s in my political science class,”

“Does she have a boyfriend?” Robin asked. Not a beat skipped. Her fingers steadied on the knife, chopping onions for dinner.

“Mom-”

“Joe, you know how I feel about your single female friends. They’re a distraction, you need to focus on your career, on football. That’s what’s important,” She interrupted him, her eyes flicking up to meet him. She was serious. The lines of her face deepened, the knife pausing in her hands.

For some reason, it felt like a threat. It wasn’t, but the knife in her hands added to Joe’s hesitancy.

“She doesn’t have a boyfriend, mom,” Joe insisted, finding himself growing irritated with her, “but she’s smart. She’s helping me with political science,”

“Is she helping you with football?”

“Mom, please, she’s nice, okay? She’s not gonna make a move. She doesn’t even watch football,” Joe sighed, his fingers playing with the bracelets around his wrist. Joe found Y/N’s lack of football knowledge refreshing, even a challenge. He’d promised her one class that he’d get her fluent in football by the time they graduated. The more Joe interacted with her, the stronger her pull was. Joe got anxious, but with her it was warm. Easy. Y/N made him feel like he was the only man in the world.

“See? You can do better than her,” Robin softened her tone, as if that would help her son, “I don’t want you going on a date with her,”

“I’m almost 22 mom, I can date her if I want,”

“Excuse me?” Robin’s eyes went wide. The silence in the kitchen is deafening. It was thick with tension, and Joe felt his heart quicken inside of his chest. He was a grown adult, capable of making his own decisions. He didn’t know why his eyes widened, why his palms all of a sudden became sweaty. He didn’t know why he felt fear.

“I just meant that I’m an adult, and I like her. I really do, and I want to ask her out,” He corrected, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He was beginning to regret even mentioning Y/N, but he found himself wanting her right there. It was pathetic, and they weren’t dating, but Y/N was the breath of fresh air he so desperately needed.

“No,” Robin scoffed. Her eyes were hard, unforgiving. She wasn’t going to let her son date someone that wouldn’t further his career. She wasn’t going to let Joe, her Joey, leave her. The youngest son. The last to fly the nest.

“What do you mean no?”

“You’re not dating her, Joe. She’s going to be bad for you, she’s not going to help you. If you date her, we’ll pull you from LSU,”

“Mom,” Joe widened his eyes, his heart skipping a beat, “you wouldn’t,”

“I don’t want to, Joe. You’re thriving at LSU, but she’s going to tear you down,”

“You don’t know that,”

“I know how women think, Joe. Just leave her alone. Don’t even talk to her,”

Joe’s lips parted, shock evident on his face. His heart shattered, his chest heaving with his breaths. He’d appease his mother, but he wasn’t going to shut Y/N out. He couldn’t. He needed her.

“Fine,”

In that moment, when he stood from the barstool, he made the decision to ask her out when school was back in. They’d keep a secret. No one would know. Their own little world.

Present day

That argument with his mother often replayed in his mind. Every game, every fan interaction, every win he wished Y/N was there. He needed her there. Ever since he met her, she’s been more than the girl who sat next to him in political science class his junior year. She was the reason he went out onto that field and won.

“I know, baby,” he hummed, sliding his hands under her stomach, “I wish things could be different too,”

He really wished they were too. Y/N was the light of his life. His reason to get up. His reason to play as best as he could. He wanted to show her off, to talk about her in press conferences. He was so proud of her, and keeping this a secret felt like he was hiding her, that he was ashamed of her.

Silence crept in. They laid there, warmth enveloping them. Joe knew he needed to get up, but her body was warm. She didn’t want him to leave, knowing she wouldn’t see him until much, much later.

She couldn’t even talk about him.

She flipped, shifting under him so she faced him. His blue eyes were soft, an ocean under the soft pull of her moon. He rode the waves of her love, let her string him along and make his life easier. Routinely.

“Promise me one thing,” she hummed, cupping his face in her hands. He was growing stubble, the soft scratch of it under her fingers making Joe hum. He wanted to go baby face again, but she insisted he keep it. For now.

“Anything,”

“Be safe,” she whispered, words spoken in desperation, “be careful. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you if you get hurt,”

Joe smiled, angling his face to kiss her palm. She was a worrier, but he didn’t care. Her concern meant the world to him, even if he always assured her there was nothing to worry about.

“I will,” he promised, “as best I can. It is football,”

“I know that,” she rolled her eyes with a playful tone, “but just…try, okay? Please?”

“I will, pretty girl,” he hummed, softly sliding his lips against hers. Her kisses were always warm, always seasoned with their need for one another. It went beyond any surface level emotion like lust or toleration, Joe needed her to breathe. Every kiss they shared, their breaths mingling together, was him letting her breath fill his lungs.

Joe pulled away, softly, the tingling in his belly begging for more. He couldn’t. Not even if he needed to.

“I’ll see you later?” he propped himself up on his hands, his arms bulging. His chest was chiseled, his soft hair falling in simple curls on his forehead. He was beautiful.

“You better,” she hummed, bringing him down for one more, tender yet passionate kiss, “you know what seeing you in your jersey does to me,”

“Oh don’t start, darlin’,” he drawled, the southern accent he’s picked up slipping into his tone, “you’ll have me later,”

He got up off of her, reluctantly, and changed into LSU sweats and pulled a shirt over his head. It wasn’t his gameday fit, but it was packed away in his bag. She’d picked it out too.

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” she smiled, hoisting herself up on her elbows. His sheets were perfect around her body, shrouding her like a goddess in the low morning light.

“As always, my love,” he murmured. Joe walked over, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“I love you,”

“I love you, too, J,”

5 minutes before kickoff

He always looked for her in the stands. She sat in the same place every time, knowing that he’d try and find her. She was his comfort, his good luck charm. Seeing her in the stands would ease his anxieties, would reassure him even. Sometimes he just needed to see her.

But he didn’t. She wasn’t there. She was always there.

“Bro,” Justin clapped him on the shoulder, snapping Joe out of his confusion. For a moment. Why wasn’t she there? Was she okay? Did something happen?

“Who’s got you in a trance?” Justin teased. He didn’t know about Joe and Y/N. He didn’t even know that Joe liked her. He just knew that they were once friends and now they weren’t. Supposedly.

“No one,” Joe murmured as time started. He grabbed his helmet, a simple aggression to his movement, sliding it over his head.

“Let’s kick their fuckin’ asses,” Joe murmured, watching special teams lined up for the kick. Justin didn’t know what had gotten into Joe, but whatever it was, Justin wasn’t going to mess with it. He knew Joe well enough that once he was in the zone, there was no getting him out of it.

2nd Quarter

It’s tied. Florida is putting up a fight. A good one, but LSU is better. Joe gets up from his run, and on instinct, he looks into the stands. She’s still not there.

“Where the fuck is she?” he mumbled as his teammates clapped him on the shoulder, shouting praises into his ear for making another 1st down.

End of 3rd Quarter

35-28. LSU lead. A hard fought game, and Joe’s focused. He’s locked in on throwing to JJ and Ja’Marr, and his success has put them ahead.

Except when he flicks his eyes to the stands again, she’s not there. Still. He can’t see her. Did she move spots? Did she come late and have to sit somewhere else?

Or, God forbid, she didn’t show up. Like she promised. The feeling sat heavily in his gut, pinching his chest. He needed her there, and she promised. Did the pressure get to be too much? Was this her Irish goodbye?

End of Regulation

She hadn’t shown up. LSU beat the Florida Gators 42-28. The crowd went insane, the cheers echoing in the stadium. His teammates clapped their hands on his helmet, and he did his best to enjoy the win.

Even when his girl wasn’t there.

He jogged back into the locker room alongside Ja’Marr and Justin, who were already making post-celebration plans.

“We’re going to the bar,” JJ announced, “and you’re joining us,”

Joe wanted to join them. He needed to. But he needed to figure out why she wasn’t there.

“Not tonight,” Joe nudged him back, “got something to take care of,”

“Ohhh he’s got a lady back home,” Ja’Marr teased, not knowing the truth in his own words.

“No,” Joe lied with a chuckle, “my parents are meeting up later. They want to celebrate with me,”

It was a lie. Flat on his face. Maybe it would come back to haunt him, maybe it wouldn’t. All that mattered is that Joe got his explanation from Y/N.

“Right right,” JJ sighed, “well, next time bro,”

“Next time,” Joe conceded, offering a close-lipped smile. He walked over to his locker, pulling his phone from his bag. There were several texts from her.

‘I’m so sorry J, but I had a meeting for an internship come up.’

‘It’s mandatory, and they weren’t willing to reschedule.’

‘Pls forgive me baby’

The string of texts soothed his irritation. Just a little. Just enough that he could text her back in that moment. Playing without her being there felt like driving a car that needs a little TLC. He played good, but he needed a little oil in his joints.

‘Are you done now?’ he texted, watching as the grey bubbles immediately appeared.

‘Yeah, I’m back at my apartment. Babe I’m sorry’

His thumbs hovered over his keyboard. He envisioned her, sitting on her bed, legs crossed under her. He could almost feel her skin under his, the warmth and the scent of vanilla filling his head. Her wide eyes as she watched her screen were plastered in his head.

Because she was wide eyed. She was freaking out.

Her internship coordinator sent out an email for an emergency meeting to be held that evening. It went over logistics of the internship and changes to policy. They were adding another trip, a longer one, to Germany in the summer. Something about analyzing old war technology.

The meeting, in retrospect, could have been an email. She thought it was useless other than getting to know others on her team better, but sitting there and going through rules and policy changes (like yes, don’t touch a centuries old document) was boring. She’d rather be supporting Joe.

‘Hang tight’ her phone buzzed with a text from Joe.

Guilt ate at her insides. She sat there on her bed, legs crossed under her, her hair freshly washed and damp down her back. Her room smelled of cherries and chai, a new scent of body wash she was trying. Though none of it seemed to relax the tight muscles in her shoulders.

While she was waiting on Joe, she went to YouTube. Maybe the highlights would be posted. Maybe someone would have made a video about it. Her eyes flicked over the screen, cursing under her breath when she didn’t find the highlights yet. Of course not. The game just ended.

She buried her face in her hands, running them down her skin. She should have just not gone to the meeting and went to see Joe instead. She should have kept her promise to him. All she wanted was to be a supportive girlfriend, to be the one that loved him even when no one else saw it. It was hard enough keeping things secret, to not love him in public.

A knock echoed in her apartment. She knew it was Joe. Her heart raced, her eyes widened. She stood from her bed, walked out of her bedroom and through the living room. The door opened, Joe standing in front of her. His hair was damp from his shower, his body adorned in comfier clothes.

But his expression wasn’t as soft as his outward appearance was.

“Joe-”

“I know,” he interrupted, stepping inside. He knew she was sorry. She nog only told him, but he could see her guilt carved into her face. Her eyes held every ounce of remorse, of genuine apology.

“You tried to reschedule?”

“I did,” she sighed, closing and locking the door behind her, “there were too many complications,”

“How mandatory was it?” He crossed his arms over his chest, facing her. The living room was lit by a single table lamp, casting warm shadows on their bodies. The atmosphere between them wasn’t at all warm.

“Like I’d lose the internship,” she replied. She could see it on his face; his irritation. She swallowed, taking a hesitant step closer. She wanted to make it up to him, to somehow make it better. Her chest hurt, and she’d already had her share of tears shed.

“So, what? The internship was more important than me? Than your promise?” He argued, his nostrils flaring, his jaw tightening.

“Joe, it’s not like that,”

“Y/N, I needed you there. You’re telling me some fuckin’ internship meeting lasted the entire three hours?”

“Well, no-”

“Then why weren’t you there?” he argued, his voice raising with every passing second. His blood was hot, rushing through his veins. He needed to be rational, to try and see her side of things, but it was so damn hard when all he could think about was her not being there.

And her silence spoke volumes.

“If you didn’t want to come, just say that,” he scoffed, shaking his head.

“I wanted to be there!” she snapped, “I wanted to watch you, I planned on it too. I went to that meeting with my gameday fit on. I expected to make it to the game,”

“But you didn’t,” he worked his jaw, shaking his head, “you didn’t, and I was left alone,”

His words are growled out, his throat raw from the game and his tone now. Silence filled the air again, and not because she was afraid of him. She wasn’t. She was baffled. She felt her guilt choke her.

“Let me make it up to you,” she whispered. She wasn’t the type to beg, to plead for forgiveness. No one deserved to see her on her knees.

Except him.

“How? How Y/N? Want me to go out there and play another four quarters just for you?” He snapped, raising his shoulders, his hands slapping at his sides. He appreciated that she wanted to make it up, that she felt bad, but it didn’t make the empty feeling in his chest much better.

“No, no Joe that’s not what I want,” she groaned. She ran her hands through her damp hair, the conversation between them more tense than she originally bargained for. She just wanted to apologize and it turned into an eruption.

Silence filled the air. It pulsed between them, alive and dangerous. It threatened to push them apart, to break them. But Joe had something else in mind.

Something that would get her on her knees.

“There’s something you can do,” he proposed, stepping forward. The charge in the air shifted, hot and intense. His eyes bore into hers, making her skin crawl. She knew that look. He wanted something.

Wanted her.

“What?” She asked, swallowing.

Joe didn’t answer. Instead, he showed her. His hands gripped her shoulders, applying just enough pressure so she got the memo. She sank to her knees, her heart skipping in her chest. She knew what Joe wanted; he didn’t have to ask.

Her fingers clenched around the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down his hips. Her eyes were wide, glossy with a desire to please. No one ever saw her like this, and he rarely ever saw her like this. Supple. Submissive. She wasn’t the type.

It fired his blood up.

His skin prickled as his boxers were done away with. He sat down on the couch, spreading his legs. Her head between his thighs was a magical sight, especially the way her eyes glowed.

His cock was swollen. Pre-cum slid down his red, sensitive tip, all down his shaft. He smelled like arousal. Musky and sweet. Despite the submissive stance she was in, Y/N never fully submitted to anyone. Not even Joe. Not even when he was this upset at her.

She dipped a finger into the pool of pre-cum at his slit, making his hips buck. He inhaled sharply, watching as she slid her finger into her mouth. So much for being submissive.

She grabbed the base of his cock, flattening her tongue against his shaft. His whole body had a reaction. His stomach coiled, his fingers flew to lace in her damp strands of hair. Her mouth around his cock sent electricity straight through his veins, making him twitch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, widening his legs. Her mouth engulfed him, sliding down his cock until the tip kissed the back of her throat. She repeated the action. Up and down. Her tongue swirling around his slit. Hands squeezing his base.

All of it making Joe’s thighs ache and his stomach churn.

“Look so good, baby,” he managed to rasp, focused on her thick eyelashes and flushed cheeks, “like a fuckin’ goddess,”

Her mouth and hands traded off. She’d suck, then she’d stroke. On and off again. Bringing him closer to that brink of pleasure. His arousal thickened, soaking his cock with hints of her saliva. When his balls tightened, when his cock twitched, he pulled her head from him.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasped. Her clothes were shed, discarded somewhere on the floor. She climbed into his lap, cunt dripping with her own thick arousal. Breaths mingled together, moans filled the room as she settled down on top of him.

“My girl,” Joe gritted his teeth, thrusting up into her. Her gummy walls were hot, soaked with her arousal. She swiveled her hips, her hands gripping the muscle of his shoulders. He guided her movements, keeping her steady.

“Just like that,” he praised, his lips brushing hers, “keep ridin’ me,”

It was slow. Sensual. Filled with unmet promises and forgiveness. With every drag of his cock, every bounce of her hips, their tension unwound. The earlier argument dissipated into air, and what instead filled their chest was a primal need to feel each other.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as her hips bounced, ass meeting his hips. His hips thrusted up, creating such a force between them that he could barely speak. The ache, the electricity, the way her pussy felt around his swollen cock all made his head spin.

“Shh,” he cooed, his hand sliding up her back, “just feel good right now, pretty girl, just keep going,”

And she did. Whimpers fell from her lips, their bodies shifting to be pressed against each other. His arms held her in place and he fucked up into her, balls slapping her skin, his cock hitting her g-spot. This was what he needed. Her closeness. Her scent. Her.

“Joe,” she moaned into his neck. She was close, teetering on the edge of the knife.

“Let go,” he whispered in her ear. Her orgasm flooded over her, the force of it making her body tremble. His cock pulled out, her body convulsing as a mixture of squirt and cum fell from her slit, soaking his stomach. He reinserted, his hand cupping the back of her neck.

“So good,” he moaned, chasing his own release, “so sexy, so beautiful,”

With one final thrust, he spilled into her. He moaned into her neck, keeping her flush against him. Everything quieted. The buzz. The static. All of it fell from its crescendo. Their breaths filled the room, the soft, sticky sounds of their bodies coming undone flickering in and out.

“I love you,” Joe murmured. His hands cupped her face, his eyes boring into hers. He wanted her to see it, to feel it. He needed her to. That despite their argument, he’d always love her.

“I love you,” she whispered. Their lips met, soft and gentle. Their skin still pressed against each other, hearts beating in sync. His hands pushed hair out of her face as his lips moved in gentle rhythm with hers.

“I’m sorry for yelling, and I do forgive you for not making it,” he murmured once he pulled away.

“It’s okay,” she sighed, melting against his skin. His fingers traced patterns on her back, each touch, each pattern soothing and bringing her down. They grounded each other, kept each other sane.

Moments passed. Bodies shifted. The two of them ended up in her bed, limbs tangled together. She laid on his chest, drawing shapes while his fingers curled into her hair. They didn’t need to say words. Their bodies spoke for them. Warm and soft. Satisfied with their lovemaking. Satisfied with each other. That’s all they’d ever need.

Each other.

#the ending better stay true #all they need is EACH OTHER #no unhappy endings for these two on my watch 🙅‍♀️#nfl rec

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&.⠀⠀QUARTERBACK⠀⋆⠀JOE BURROW.

pairing⠀⁎⠀joe burrow x doctor!reader. word count⠀⁎⠀9.6k.

summary⠀⁎⠀a collection of doctor!reader's appearances in season two of netflix's quarterback.

author's note⠀⁎⠀swore i was gonna try for 5k max, here we are, way over. warnings⠀⁎⠀3rd person [she/her], mostly fluff with some angst, mr & mrs potty mouth (language), some usage of Y/N, not proofread.

read more⠀⁎⠀joe burrow masterlist⠀⁎⠀series masterlist.

EPISODE ONE, NEW BEGINNINGS:

The camera focused on a stack of multi-colored cards resting on the coffee table. A pair of manicured hands picked up the stack, beginning to shuffle them in her hands, just as the sound of Joe softly huffing from the effort of sitting down was picked up by the boom mics. “We’re stackin’, right?” Joe questioned, placing a mason jar filled with ice, freshly-squeezed lemonade, and a reusable straw in front of the woman shuffling the cards.

Cutting to the woman’s face, her name appeared on the screen, the title, ‘Joe Burrow’s girlfriend’ written underneath. She glanced up from the cards, thanking him softly for the drink he brought out for her before she answered his question.

“Do I ever play any other way?” Her lips curled into a small smile as she began to deal the cards, seven each, for a game of Uno. From their position on the porch, the early evening sun brought a warm glow to the scene, casting long shadows across the floorboards. The cameramen had set up their equipment discreetly, capturing the intimate moment between takes for the upcoming season of Quarterback.

Joe shrugged, a navy blue t-shirt pulled over his torso as he settled back against the cream colored sofa, his hair unstyled and a bit messy. The producers had emphasized authenticity above everything else, so a few rounds of Uno on a random Wednesday night before the start of the season seemed like a perfect slice of life to add to the show. “I don’t know. Maybe one day, you’ll be nice to me and say no stacking? Like… like, how the game was intended to be played.” He reached forward to take the cards she had dealt him, angling them away from her view just as she cut him a side eye.

She laughed, a rich, full-bodied sound that pulled the corners of Joe’s mouth into a wider smile. “The way it was ‘intended to be played’ is boring as fuck.” she shot back, her fingers curling in air quotes as she repeated her boyfriend’s words. They began to play, taking sips of lemonade in between accusations of cheating and strategic card placements.

Eventually, the producer prompted her to detail how she and Joe first met. She leaned back against the armrest of the sofa, the setting sun painting her skin a warm golden hue. She recounted the story with a twinkle in her eye, a brightness in her smile despite the twelve cards she picked up after Joe stacked three Draw +4 cards on top of each other.

“We met through my best friend. Um…” she paused to rearrange the cards in her hand by color as Joe contemplated his next move. “She grew up with Joe. Her younger brother played varsity basketball with him in high school. We went to med school together, started residency at the same time. So, when we had our house warming, slash, graduation party, she told me she had a guy she wanted me to meet, and it ended up being Joe.”

Joe’s smile grew a little as he placed a card down, recalling the memory. “Don’t tell me you have a skip,” he muttered as he watched her eyes shift between the deck and her cards.

“Hmm, no comment.” She responded, deciding to save her skip card for a more impactful moment.

“I was aware that she knew Joe. But… I didn’t think they were close enough for her to be setting us up. Once I got over the initial ‘woah, okay’ feeling, everything felt really natural.” She met Joe’s gaze, his eyes reflecting the fondness she felt at the memory. “From that first conversation we just… clicked, you know? It was like we’d known each other forever.”

Joe nodded, stealing a sip from her glass of lemonade when she wasn’t looking. The tangy sweetness was a perfect complement to the salty pretzels they were snacking on. He leaned in closer to her, adjusting the angle of his body so she could rest her legs in his lap as he listened intently. The cameraman shifted slightly to capture the intimacy of the interaction.

“We were long-distance for a couple of years. I was in Cleveland for my residency, and Joe was playing down here. It was, like, I don’t know how to describe those first few years together, other than it being hard. It was super difficult. But we made it work. And things fell into place with the practice I chose to join here in Cincinnati. Then Joe signed an extension for another five years. So, it all felt right when we finally got to live in the same city for the first time.” Her voice grew softer as she shared their journey, absentmindedly playing with the wristbands on Joe’s left wrist once his hand settled on her thigh.

Joe nodded, his expression full of affection. “It was a little tough at first, but I knew what we had was worth the four hour drives up to Cleveland and late-night video calls after long days.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “And there was sacrifice on both sides. But I knew this was something to focus on really nurturing pretty… pretty early on, I would say.”

“It definitely was,” she agreed, a fond smile on her face as she remembered the early days of their relationship. “Uno.” She announced, placing her second-to-last card down on the pile.

Joe didn’t say anything, choosing instead to set down two Draw +2 cards, a smile blooming on his lips as he watched her eyes close with a hint of defeat. She sighed dramatically, reaching to draw four more cards from the pile.

“At times, it felt like a double life, almost. I was screaming my ass off at a game where my boyfriend was the starting quarterback. After the game, I’d crash at his place, get like a couple hours of sleep, then drive back to Cleveland to make it back for rounds the next morning.” She spoke smoothly, her focus on her cards.

“But Joe was always so supportive. He’d stay up with me, even though he had his own practice to worry about, just to keep me company and make sure I didn’t fall asleep at the wheel. That’s just the kind of guy he is, you know? The kind that’s right there with you. The guy that makes you wanna keep going, keep fighting for the things that you want. And that’s what kept us going for those three years.”

“Goin’ into year four now. I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” He pulled her into his side, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, the gesture caught by the camera. “I’m beyond lucky to have her.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “I am, too, babe.”

EPISODE TWO, DAMN NEAR PERFECT:

“Can you hold this?” Kyle requested, holding a brown, cool-toned Bottega bag out to Joe, who took it with a skeptical look in his eye. It was September, and with the season just getting started, Kyle was determined to get Joe’s gameday looks for the next month planned out and finalized.

“That… you have your overnight clothes, off the plane.” He pointed toward the bag. Joe, who was still unconvinced, took a few steps with the bag in hand. In his opinion, it was too big, not something he would enjoy carrying, even if it did look good. Joe spun the bag carefully, continuing to hold on by the handle as he took it in fully, still chewing on his bottom lip in contemplation.

The sound of footsteps rounding the corner caught their attention, and a moment later, she appeared. Her signature, monogrammed navy blue scrubs were still on from her day at work, having just stepped into the house a few minutes ago. “Is that Y/N?” Kyle questioned, watching Joe nod as he took in the sight of her. She had walked into the room, her eyes immediately drawn to the bag in Joe’s hands.

“I like this,” she murmured, hugging Kyle, both of them parting with an exchange of air kisses to the cheek. She took in the sight of Joe standing awkwardly in the middle of the room with the bag. “He hates it.” She stated matter-of-factly.

Joe exhaled. “I don’t hate it…” He held the bag out to her, silently prompting her to take it. “It’s just… it’s big.”

“I’m not trying to push this on you. It’s just a very chic fashion decision,” Kyle reasoned, watching her take the bag from Joe and inspecting it with a critical eye.

“Well, I like it. It’s big… sure. But it’s not heavy. Feel it again,” she urged Joe, handing the bag back to him. She stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest, her head tilting to the side. “It looks good on you, babe.”

“You think so? It’s not too much?” Joe’s skepticism melted a little under her encouragement. When she nodded, he relented. “Okay. I would wear… I would use it one time.”

“I need you in the room for all of these fittings. That was magic.” Kyle said, gesturing toward Joe, who rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. She laughed softly, quietly admiring her boyfriend as he set the bag down near the clothing rack.

Kyle turned back to the rack, searching for the next piece he wanted to show Joe. She took a moment to finally greet Joe properly. “How was your day?” she questioned lightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaving him with the briefest press of her lips to his.

“It was good. Still feelin’ good, mentally and physically. Yours?” Joe responded, his hands finding her waist, squeezing gently before letting go as Kyle held up a multi-colored scarf.

“So, this is a Marni scarf.” Kyle held up the scarf, seemingly already sensing Joe’s impending disapproval.

“I don’t think I’m a scarf guy,” Joe said, eyeing the colorful fabric warily. “I like the coat.” He added, referring to the tailored gray jacket hanging on the same rack. “Babe, what do you think?” He looked to her for approval, and she nodded thoughtfully.

“It feels a little…” she trailed off, stroking the soft material with her fingertips.

“Scratchy.” Joe finished the thought for her, feeling the fabric for himself.

“I wasn’t… like, 100% on the material.” Kyle acknowledged, taking the scarf back and placing it aside. “It kind of reminded me of that sweater you tried in Paris,” he murmured, catching the recognition in Joe’s eye as he recalled the scratchy sweater than left his skin red from irritation.

“Sensitive skin. He’s a sensitive guy,” she spoke lightly, just close enough to Joe that their hands brushed. Neither of them made a move to thread their fingers together, but the casualness of their touch was telling enough. The producer in the corner nodded to the cameraman, signaling for him to catch the moment.

“I got you this…” Kyle trailed off, pulling out a fur coat to show Joe, who lit up immediately.

“I like it,” he nodded. “But, I don’t know about the fur coat at this point in the season.” That drew chuckles from both Kyle and her. Joe had a point; the Bengals were down two games, and the weather hadn’t yet turned to the frigid temperatures that a fur coat might be suitable for.

Kyle held it up against Joe’s shoulders, admiring the look. “It’s a statement, though. Something to wear after you guys start picking up some wins. Maybe a surprise for a cold-weather road game?”

Her eyes sparkled with approval as she watched Joe contemplate the fur coat. “I like that idea. December in Tennessee? That’s a statement.”

Kyle beamed at the potential, seeing the nod of Joe’s head as a tentative green light for a late-season look. “Exactly. We’ll keep it in mind. For now, though… let’s try out some of the things we set aside for this month.” He reached for a pair of black printed pants, handing it over to Joe before turning to find the crewneck they thought could go with them.

“I have some things I need to take care of real quick.” She murmured to Joe, who nodded, then found her hand to squeeze before allowing her to part from his side. “Did you want anything to snack on while you’re here, Kyle?” She called out, pausing in the doorway.

“No, I’m good, hon, had something on the way here,” Kyle called out, already lost in the racks of designer clothes.

[ . . . ]

“Considering what Joe does for a living, how do you reconcile your view of him with the opinions other people have of him?” The producer’s voice was gentle, but it was clear that he was looking for something genuine.

She sat at their kitchen table, the background blurred behind her as she thoughtfully considered the question. The sun had already risen, leaving the room bathed in a persistent brightness from the sunshine allowed in through the parted curtains. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her gaze drifting to the fridge where a polaroid of her and Joe at their favorite beach spot was tucked into the magnetic frame.

“There’s a bias that happens... it’s hard not to be biased. In my mind, he’s the greatest to ever touch a football, obviously.” She laughed at her own expense before collecting herself once again.

“So it’s weird to hear him be criticized for ‘not doing enough’ or ‘not wanting enough’, because I see all the hard work, the dedication, and the love he has for this game and this team. No one wants it more than Joe does.” Her voice was calm, her eyes focused on the producer instead of staring down the camera lens.

She took a deep breath, her eyes drifting to the fridge where Joe’s game day menu was pinned up with a magnet shaped like a star. “But that’s kind of what he signed up for, you know? Everyone has an opinion… valid or invalid. And Joe’s pretty good at tuning it out. He’s had years to develop that ability through college and into the league. But I’m still learning how to do that, and it’s not always easy.”

EPISODE THREE, BEAUTIFUL MINDS:

She leaned forward on the large gray couch, a bowl of popcorn and M&Ms steadily balanced in her lap. Leah sat to her left, taking a sip of the red wine held in her left hand. The sound of the Sunday Night Football theme song carried through the background, the TV displaying the opening montage of the Cincinnati Bengals at the New York Giants. Going into Week Six, the Bengals were 1 and 4, the Giants 2 and 3. With Joe playing at MetLife, she was left to watch the game at home in Cincinnati, with Leah stopping by to keep her company.

She lowered the volume on the television and then set the black remote aside, her focus zeroing in on the screen as Joe’s face appeared. He was in full game mode, the intensity etched into his features. His jersey, that number 9, was in perfect motion as he stretched alongside his teammates.

“I like his outfit tonight,” Leah stated, returning the phone in her hand to the coffee table. “What brand was it?”

“Chrome Hearts. He refused to wear actual shoes with it—” She began to grumble, her words cut off by Leah, who finished the thought for her. “He went for the sneakers again?”

Leah’s knowing smile was met with a nod from her. “He said they were more comfortable. I’m picking and choosing my battles, honestly. This is not one of them.” Both women laughed, the sound lightening the anxiety that lingered in the air as the game approached. “Kyle wanted me to talk him into wearing the dressier type shoes he got him. But, like, Joe’s got this thing about blisters… and I’m not trying to be the reason he’s in a shitty mood, just ‘cause his feet hurt.”

Leah nodded slowly. “Sacrifices for love.” She took a handful of popcorn, tossing some into her mouth. “But I like the look. Suits him.”

They quieted for a brief moment, giving the producer a chance to jump in and ask her about Joe’s game day routine and how she fit into it. “So, game days, sometimes he wants to see me before games, like, down on the field when he’s playing at home. Most of the time, I stay up in the suite, just because it’s less chaotic, safer for both of us.”

“Joe’s superstitious but, not at the same time. Both of you are, if we’re being real,” Leah chuckled, taking another sip of wine.

She didn’t try to deny it. “Yeah, we both have our little quirks. But Joe’s are… more because he’s a creature of habit. And I don’t want to mess with them on game day. That’s his time to zone in. I don’t want my nerves to affect his ability to lock in.”

Leah nodded, popping an M&M into her mouth.

“We always FaceTime after his warmups, right before he gets his pads on. That’s our moment, just the two of us. It’s a check-in, see what his mood is, update him on where his parents are if they’re driving in for the game, all that stuff.” When he appeared on the screen again, she paused to take a moment to take him in. “If he actually needs to see me down on the field before kickoff, he’ll tell me. But even then, most of the time, it’s just… ‘good luck, love you, play smart’, and I head to the suite to watch.”

By the time the game started, their bowl of popcorn and M&Ms was half empty. Her eyes were glued to the screen, her heart racing as Joe took the field. The camera panned over to the coin toss, and she held her breath, hoping for a good start to the game.

The Bengals were 3rd and 18 when Joe called a kill on the first play chosen in the huddle, tapping the sides of his helmet, yelling out, “Alert! Alert! Alert!” to grab the attention of the line. He clapped his hands five times before the ball was snapped back into his hands. Joe took three steps back, then took off through an opening in the pocket, a defender just missing him as burst into a full sprint towards the endzone from their 45-yard line.

The camera followed him before transitioning into a split-screen, showing her eyes widening as she watched him run. She was immobile, left completely frozen in shock for a brief moment. Her thoughts cycled through the worst-case scenarios: a tackle, a trip, a turnover. But Joe’s legs kept moving, powerful and swift, pushing off the field with a rhythmed grace that had the crowd at the game in an uproar.

“He’s in for the touchdown!” The announcer’s voice grew louder, echoing through the living room as Joe celebrated, posing with a flex as Chase and Mike ran toward him. Her eyes were glued to the screen, her heart hammering in her chest as Leah cheered, clapping her hands.

“Oh, my god…” she breathed out, prompting Leah to dissolve into amused laughter. The shock on her face contrasted with the excitement in her voice. She leaned back into the couch cushions, a hand flying to cover her mouth as Joe strutted back to the sidelines. “Fuck. That made me so tense. What the fuck. That was the last thing I thought was gonna happen.”

Leah nodded, her eyes not leaving the screen as she watched Joe exchange high-fives with his teammates. “I’ve never seen him run that fast.”

“We’re gonna be hearing about that run for a month at least.” It was her turn to laugh, the tension of the moment dissipating as the camera crew captured her reaction. “Joey fuckin’ Wheels,” she murmured, pulling her phone into her grasp, typing out her reaction to the group chat she had with his family. She knew they’d be equally shocked and thrilled as she was.

“Dan was recording, he got a video of the touchdown.” She handed her phone over to Leah who replayed the clip, the two of them watching Joe’s celebration in slow motion, cockiness oozing from his every move.

“Oh, don’t let him see that played back,” Leah shook her head, turning her attention away from the phone and back to the screen.

“He’s gonna be so smug if this game goes well,” she predicted, the smile on her face unmistakable even as she rolled her eyes.

Sure enough, when Joe called her after the game, smug was an understatement. “What’d you think of the touchdown?” The cameras were on him, her voice gently flooding through his speaker as he stood outside the visitor’s locker room.

She leaned her head back on the couch, her smile heard even through the phone. “You scared the shit out of me. Impressive but like, holy shit, don’t do that again.” She laughed, hearing Joe reciprocate her amusement.

“You liked it,” Joe responded simply, his voice filled with that smugness. She could almost see the twinkle in his blue eyes from her end of the call. “Hit 19.9 on that. Should’ve hit 20, though. Maybe next time.”

“What part of don’t do that again didn’t you understand?” Her voice held a playful warning, but the warmth in her tone told Joe she was proud of his performance.

“The part where you sent ‘Joey Wheels’ to the group chat in all caps? Yeah, I understood that loud and clear, baby. Loud and fuckin’ clear.” Joe’s laugh was warm, the kind that made her chest tighten with love and relief that the game had gone well.

[ . . . ]

“We are minutes away from the Bengals and the Philadelphia Eagles on a whiteout Sunday here at Paycor Stadium.”

It was now the eighth week of the season, the Bengals having won their Week 7 matchup against the Browns. October in Ohio brought a slight chill with it, evident by the oversized custom retro Bengals jersey she wore over her light-wash, wide-leg blue jeans. In the spirit of the whiteout, the jersey was white, Burrow written across the back, accompanied by the 9 that she had come to associate with her boyfriend in every instance it appeared.

“A lot going on here, as always. There’s plenty of food. Then there’s drinks in the coolers back there.” Jimmy delivered his spiel to the latest arrivals to the tailgate, she nodding along as she shielded her eyes with her hand, a beer in the other, a koozie with Joe’s face centered on it. “Am I forgetting anything?” He glanced over his shoulder, his voice carrying over the noise of the crowd.

“Nope. I think that’s everything,” she shook her head.

The small group trailed off, finding others to catch up with, leaving the two of them standing together. “I need to get me one of these koozies you’ve got,” Jimmy murmured, pointing to the beer in her hand.

She turned the can to allow Joe’s father a better look. “I have to hide them from Joe. He hates them so much. But I like them, so they’re staying.”

Jimmy laughed, “He gets that look on his face, doesn’t he? All cloudy and quiet?”

She nodded, smiling at the thought. “You know the one. I can do an order for a few more. It’s a local place downtown that makes them. I’m sure Robin would love one too.” She took a sip of her beer, the coolness washing down her throat as the windy air nipped at her nose.

“I’ll take you up on that,” Jimmy said with a squeeze to her shoulder before his gaze drifted over the sea of people.

Later into the tailgate, she found herself with a group of Joe’s female relatives, with Robin in the center of it all, showing off her custom boots. “Oh, those are stunning,” she agreed, admiring the snow leopard print adorning the leather.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about this jersey!” Robin’s eyes lit up with excitement, reaching out to touch the soft material of the long sleeves. “Is this the one you had made in August? It looks amazing on you, honey, really compliments your jewelry.”

She looked down at the gold necklaces she had chosen for the day; they were layered perfectly and gleamed against her skin. “Aww, thank you.” She felt the warmth of Robin’s touch as the blonde squeezed her arm gently. “I took a page out of your book with my accessories today.”

“Oh! Isn’t this from that boutique down in Baton Rouge? The one we went to last Memorial Day?” Robin’s eyes sparkled with recognition, reaching for her free hand to point out the bracelet on her wrist.

She nodded, taking another sip of her beer. “Yeah, they had a pop-up shop in New York last month while I was at that conference. I had to get it. Reminded me of the one you had on when we had that dinner in, um, was it Columbus? The one with the…”

“The lobster mac and cheese?” Robin finished her sentence, her smile growing wider. “Oh, I remember that! That was a good night. Feels nice to know you approve of my fashion choices, sweetheart.” She slipped her arm around her, rubbing her back appreciatively. “Hopefully, you’ll be adding that one special ring to your collection soon. I’ve been slipping Joe hints…” she laughed brightly. “Trying to gauge where he’s at in that process.”

She felt a warmth rise to her cheeks, sipping her beer a little too quickly to avoid the conversation turning too personal in front of the cameras. “I’m sure it will, when the time’s right,” she replied, keeping her voice even.

By the time kickoff rolled around, they had all settled into the family suite overlooking the field. She was on her feet, doing her best to catch a glimpse of Joe from a distance. “Joe looks big in those white uniforms,” Jimmy observed, his arms crossed behind his back.

“You would know better than we would,” Robin nudged her with a laugh, her eyes still glued to the field where Joe was speaking with Zac Taylor on the sidelines.

“You know, she’s been around for three years now. It’s a bit odd to think that there was a time when she wasn’t at every game, wasn’t part of every victory, every heartbreaking loss.” Jimmy’s voice was filled with affection as he spoke to the camera, a rare moment of vulnerability from Joe’s stoic father. “For a long time, it was just Robin and I. There wasn’t really anybody else who felt it like we did. Um, but with her around, it lightens the burden a little. She gets it in a way that very few can.”

“Do you get nervous watching Joe play?” The producer questioned.

“Nervous is an understatement.” Her eyes stayed on the field as she spoke. “Every throw, every tackle, my heart drops. But it’s also such a privilege to see him out there, doing what he loves. And knowing that he’s healthy, that’s the most important thing, no matter what happens on the scoreboard.”

On the field, the pocket collapsed around Joe, forcing him to roll right and find Mike Gesicki for a first down. Both women reached for each other’s hands, squeezing tightly as mirrored expressions of anxiety painted their faces. The crowd roared with excitement as Joe’s pass found its target, and the Bengals marched closer to the end zone, but the two women couldn’t quite relax until Joe made his way back to the huddle, unscathed.

“This is what they do all game,” Jimmy chuckled, gesturing to his wife and his son’s girlfriend. “Worse than watching a horror movie for the first time.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, watching Joe call out the next play. “Every time I try to relax, he starts running again, and I’m back to square one.” She glanced over at Robin, who nodded in understanding.

EPISODE FOUR, NOW OR NEVER:

“God I’m sore,” Joe complained, circling his neck with a wince. The game against the Raiders had been brutal. Despite the 41 to 24 win in the Bengals’ favor, Joe had taken a number of rough hits, and it was clear he was feeling the aftermath.

He settled on their gray couch, throwing his arm over the back, his eyes on the MacBook in his girlfriend’s lap. She shifted, reaching around to find his neck with her hand, starting to massage it gently, her nails occasionally scratching at his scalp as she alternated between movements.

“Is it just your neck or shoulders too? Maybe a full body massage is in order tonight,” she suggested, her right thumb pressing into the tight muscles with a soothing tenderness that prompted Joe to lean into her touch.

Joe’s eyes drifted closed, a contented sigh escaping his lips. “Might need to give Derrick a call,” he murmured, referring to his massage therapist. His head tilted slightly to give her better access to the knots at the base of his neck.

On the MacBook, she clicked into their shared Apple Calendar with her left hand. “Do you have a few minutes to figure out what we’re doing for Thanksgiving? Your mom wants to know if you’re coming home or staying here.”

Joe’s eyes remained closed, savoring the feeling of her fingers working out his tension. “Staying here. I thought your parents wanted to come down for the Steelers game?”

She nodded, continuing her amateur massage. “They do. But I’ll need to check their schedules. Thanksgiving is the 28th? Yeah, the 28th. The Steelers game is on the 1st. So, I don’t know if they’ll want to stay here those few extra days, or just visit the day of the game. I can’t imagine my dad would be thrilled about missing out on work for that long. You know him.”

Joe chuckled, the sound coming out as more of a pained exhale. “I can imagine his pain. But it’d be nice to have them here for those, what, like, four-ish days.”

“I’ll ask him what he thinks. Maybe we can find a middle ground, you know, split the time. We’ll be here for the Bye, so if it comes down to it, we can do a pre-Thanksgiving type thing.” Her voice was soft as she thought aloud, her eyes still focused on the calendar.

“Whatever works for everyone, I guess.” Joe’s voice was non-committal. He leaned back further into the couch, his eyes still closed, even as her hand retreated from his neck. “I’ll leave the planning up to you. I give like... maybe, a quarter to, like, half a fuck about when we celebrate Thanksgiving.”

“Quarter of a fuck?” She hummed, turning her head away from the screen in front of her to find his face. They were still closed, his head tilted back as he half-smiled. “That’s a new level of indifference. I haven’t heard that one before.”

“If I can trust you behind the wheel of my car, I can trust you with Thanksgiving plans,” Joe quipped, fighting off a wider smile.

Her eyes narrowed playfully, “Am I not a better driver than you? I thought that was established.”

Joe opened one eye, peering at her. “When was that?”

She laughed. “You’re not serious. You think you’re a better driver than me?”

Joe shrugged, his face relaxing into a full smile. “I... I know I’m a better driver than you.”

She rolled her eyes, her own smile playing on her lips. “Are you guys getting this?” She looked up at the crew, who were filming them from the corner of the room. “They drove with you, like, look, they don’t agree. Look at them. Unbelieving.”

“You’ve turned them against me... somehow. I need a nap.” Joe yawned, still smiling as he pulled her further into his side, his hand finding her thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Dramatic ass...” she muttered, shaking her head as Joe laughed, his shoulders shaking before he dropped his head to kiss the joint of her shoulder.

She clicked out of the calendar, setting the laptop aside to give him her full attention. “Nap, then planning. Deal?” Joe didn’t respond verbally, but another squeeze was answer enough.

EPISODE FIVE, STUMBLING BLOCKS:

“Were you involved in the Batmobile purchase?” a voice off-screen asked her as she worked on a bouquet of fresh flowers in front of her. She carefully trimmed the stems of each flower, removing the excess leaves and arranging the roses and baby’s breath in the vase filled with water.

“Not… directly, no,” she responded, keeping her eyes on her task. “Joe kind of mentioned it like it was just something he thought was cool. Like, ‘Oh, Warner Bros Studios is making replicas of the Batmobile from The Dark Knight. That’s cool’, and then like a few days later, he said his financial advisor gave him the green light to buy it. And by that point, he was set on getting it.”

[ . . . ]

Just as Joe always did after games, he called her from the locker room. Monday Night Football away in Dallas left him drained but happy. With a win under their belt and some good luck he hoped would follow him into next week’s matchup against the Titans. The FaceTime ring tone chimed twice before the call connected, and his girlfriend’s face appeared on his screen.

She was still wearing her jersey, though her hair was wrapped up in her silk scarf, her makeup long removed, leaving her barefaced just for his eyes. Her eyes lit up with a smile when she saw him, and Joe couldn’t help the smile he reciprocated through exhausted eyes.

“Good game, Shiesty,” she greeted, her voice taking on a sing-songy tone that made him laugh despite his weariness.

“Thank you, Wifey,” he joked back quietly, allowing himself a moment of playful candidness in front of the cameras pointed at him with their bright lights and the boom mics that accompanied them. “Sorry it took me so long to call. I had fucking… frosting up my nose, courtesy of Ja’Marr.”

“I saw. It was nice to see you guys finally have a solid win. Loved the griddy wind-up thing Tee and Ja’Marr did in the end zone,” she said, a hint of laughter in her voice as she recalled the first quarter celebration from the team’s star receivers.

“I’ll tell them you liked that one,” Joe laughed. “Tee was telling me that you said they needed something more original. Think they came up with that one during practice this week.”

“Are you gonna dance at some point this season?” She asked, her head resting against the pillow on her side of the bed.

“No.” Joe shook his head immediately, gaining a laugh from her. “I’d get clowned on Twitter for the next month. I’m good.”

She couldn’t help but concede his point. “How do you feel about the win?” She switched the conversation to something she knew the production crew wanted to hear him talk about.

Joe took a deep breath, his eyes shifting around the locker room. “It’s a good feeling. We needed that break. Feels like… things are starting to swing our way a little. Maybe we can keep the momentum going into the next few games. We’ll see. I’m just relieved that it feels like we’re back on track.”

“Especially for your birthday?” she coaxed.

Joe’s face split into a grin at the mention of his upcoming birthday. “Especially for my birthday.”

EPISODE SIX, HEADSPACE:

“Privacy is hard to come by in this city.” She began. Her hands were clasped in front of her, resting on the marble countertop of the kitchen island. The camera crew hovered around her, eager to capture every word. “It’s an odd situation to be in… dating the most famous man in the city while also being a professional in your own right.”

“Does it get to you?” The producer’s voice was gentle but probing.

She took a moment to consider her answer. “Not really, honestly. It changes the way that I move. You know, being a doctor, I have to be mindful of certain things. There’s a level of professionalism that I need to carry myself with. Even at games when I want to jump and scream, I have to remember that… people are watching—my patients could be watching.”

“But I truly wouldn’t trade it for the world,” she added, her eyes shining with sincerity. “Joe and I have always been about keeping our relationship as normal as possible. We do regular ass things, we watch TV, we play board games, we argue about who’s turn it is to do the dishes—stuff like that. The biggest lesson that I’ve learned… since meeting Joe, and moving to Cincinnati… is that you have to take your privacy. It’s not given, it’s something you create. And we’re pretty good at that, I’d say. We’re pretty low-key.” She nodded firmly, a small smile playing on her lips.

[ . . . ]

The scene changed, its focus moving away from her face, replacing her with Joe in a light blue hoodie and white printed sweatpants. Joe leaned over, retrieving a baking dish from the oven, gray oven mitts protecting his hands from the heat. The camera zoomed in on the perfectly baked mac & cheese with its crispy, golden crust. Placing the dish on the stove, he took a whiff, his eyes closing for a brief moment in satisfaction before he turned back to the oven to pull out a duplicate dish of mac & cheese.

“Think they’re done?” She spoke from the kitchen island. With enough coaxing, Joe had convinced her to forgo wearing a full face of her “natural-but-not-actually-natural” makeup, exchanging it for a simple swipe of mascara, gloss, and a good slick back bun. The glasses perched on her nose were a generic, plain black pair, but they were Joe’s favorite look on her.

Her phone and its purple case that matched Joe’s lay face down next to her open laptop. Pink and yellow sticky notes were aligned in a perfect row on the cover of her planner, each scribbled with a item on her to-do list for the day.

“They smell done to me,” Joe responded, setting the second dish next to the first.

“So, the story about the mac & cheese…” she started, momentarily turning her attention away from her work to deliver an explanation to the cameras. “Last season, a bunch of the guys couldn’t make it home for Thanksgiving. So, Joe and I decided to host a last-minute dinner. I made this mac & cheese, and I’ve never seen grown men eat like that before.”

Joe laughed from where he leaned against the island, his hands resting on the edge of the counter.

“It wasn’t even that good. It was last-minute stuff I found in the pantry,” she added, rolling her eyes, but her smile gave away her pride. “But, um, Ted Karras made me swear I’d make it again.”

“He’s been talkin’ about it all week, you know?” Joe grinned, pulling a wooden spatula from a drawer in the island. “I think he’s been dreamin’ about it since last year.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I made enough for leftovers.” She watched Joe scoop out a corner of the cheesy goodness, already salivating at the sight of the perfect balance of flavors. “Hypothetically…” she squinted, watching Joe blow on a steaming forkful of mac.

“What’s hypothetically?” Joe asked, his eyes flicking up at her briefly before he took a bite, closing his eyes in delight.

“I hypothetically made enough for leftovers, if you don’t eat most of it before they get here.” The comment drew a scoff out of Joe, who lifted another bite to his mouth.

“I actually won’t get any if I don’t get some now,” Joe mumbled around the mouthful, his eyes closing again. She playfully rolled her eyes from her seat. “They’re big guys… big, strong guys. I’m just being proactive.”

EPISODE SEVEN, FINAL SNAP:

“Fourth quarter upon us, Bengals on the move, tied at ten. If Denver wins, they’re in the playoffs. Bengals have got to win tonight, next week, and they need help.”

She helplessly chewed on a piece of popcorn, her thigh bouncing unevenly, her eyes glued to the field. The Burrow suite was filled to capacity with family, friends, and several of Joe’s high school teammates and coaches. But she sat alone, off to a small corner, unable to tear her attention away from the game.

When his games got like this, down to the wire, with the season on the line, she couldn’t bring herself to laugh or drink with the others. Her stomach was in knots, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she watched the Bengals offense take the field. All she could do was sit, and pray, and hope that Joe had enough magic left in him to pull off a win.

“I don’t know how you do this—the suite thing—every week,” Trae murmured, sliding into the empty seat next to her. He held a bottle of water out to her, an identical bottle in his hand. His lips pursed together, tension gripping his facial features as his eyes swept over the field where Joe was huddled with his teammates. “I’d be so damn exhausted.”

“I love when people come to games.” Joe’s voice cut over the noise of the suite, that familiar blue background overtaking the screen with him at its center. “I have pride that I do something that people are proud of, that they want to come and support me, and that also brings people together. Basically all my friends and coaches from home at that one.”

She turned to Trae briefly, taking the offered bottle of water with a grateful smile. “It’s crazy sometimes. But if I feel like this, just watching it, I can’t imagine how they all feel playing it. Joe especially. It’s just…” She couldn’t find the right words, her eyes returning to the screen where Joe was now barking out the next play.

She remained focused, unblinking until Joe threw a pass to Tee, finding him in the endzone to take the lead. “Yes!” she hissed, clapping as her shoulders relaxed a bit. The room erupted in cheers, but she remained rooted to the spot, her eyes finding Joe’s face on the jumbotron.

But the relief never lasted long. It never did in football. The Broncos retaliated with a touchdown of their own, and suddenly, the score was tied again. She felt the collective anxiety in the suite rise, and she was not immune. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

“This corner’s depressing as shit,” Zacciah mused, startling her, who shot him a look. He shrugged in response, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “How’re you feeling, Miss Y/LN?” He took a seat next to Trae, leaning forward to meet her eye, catching the sigh that escaped her.

“Depressed as shit.” She admitted, receiving laughter from the two men, and popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth. “You’re too smiley right now for me,” she accused, a small smile crossing her features at the accusation directed toward Zacciah.

Zacciah leaned back in his chair, that smile still glued to his features. “We’re gonna win. He finds a way when it counts. Fuckin’ Houdini down there’s got this. Have faith.” He nodded towards Joe, who was deep in conversation with the offensive coordinator, his hands on his hips, helmet in his hand.

His optimism panned out nicely, resulting in a huge gain from Ja’Marr to keep the possession alive. Her heart rate spiked again as Joe moved to take the snap under center. “QB sneak,” Trae muttered under his breath, seeing Drew Sample line up behind Joe to attempt a push over the line into the endzone.

“Okay, shit…” her palms pressed against each other underneath her chin, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief second. They opened just in time to see Joe plunge forward, the sea of white and black jerseys converging around him.

“Hell yeah, baby!” Zacciah erupted first, both he and Trae jumping from their seats as Joe’s body disappeared under a pile of players. The roar of the crowd filled the suite, echoing their collective elation as the referee’s arms shot up, signaling a touchdown.

She released her held breath, her eyes wide as Joe emerged from the pile. The room was in an uproar, high-fives and hollers filling the space, but she remained in her chair. She cheered from her seat, her legs feeling much too weak to hold her. Joe tossed the ball to the side, and she could just sense the grin on his face even from this distance, even from behind his helmet, his cheeks undeniably flushed with effort and excitement. The stadium was a blur of movement behind him, but she could make out the scoreboard changing in their favor.

At first, she thought her eyes were deceiving her. The space between her brows pinched together, her clapping came to a slow halt, disbelief etched into her features. “No way…” she laughed, shaking her head, unable to process the sight before her. “Is he for real?” she shrieked, keeping her gaze locked on Joe as he celebrated with a Griddy. It had been years since she had seen him do it, Joe wasn’t exactly the most coordinated dancer, but he had some sense of rhythm.

“Verdict?” Trae asked, plopping down next to her, his eyes searching hers as the suite continued with its frenzy of high-fives and shouts of victory.

She couldn’t contain her amusement, her eyes still glued to the screen, watching Joe jog back to the sidelines. “Verdict is, White Boy Winter must be here.” She chuckled, taking a sip of her water.

“Did you tell him to do that?” Zacciah, smiling even wider now, leaned over to better allow his voice to travel over the noise in the suite.

“No!” She shook her head. “He told me, like, last week, how he wasn’t gonna dance. Now look at him.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Guess he’s feeling himself today.”

The mood soon turned sour again when Bo Nix completed a touchdown to match the score again. She felt the tension coil back up in her stomach, cursing softly under her breath.

“Overtime.” She murmured, the words thick with dread.

Every advancement of the ball received a short-lived release of breath, only for the anxiety of the next play to creep back in. Her eyes remained glued to Joe, his movements swift and decisive under the glaring stadium lights. With each pass he threw, her dread seemed to increase tenfold, her heart racing to the slow countdown of the game clock.

“And does Burrow have some more magic in that arm?”

Those final moments seemed to slow as Joe took the 3-yard line. Her eyes widened, her knuckles turning white around the water bottle she was clutching. She watched with bated breath as Joe looked to the left, then right, then took a step back. Time seemed to freeze as he threw the ball to Tee, who caught it in a graceful arc that seemed to be perfectly placed. She heard the celebrations before her mind registered what she had just seen.

She felt her eyes well up as all the tension, all the pent up fear and hope of the last few minutes, was released in a rush of emotion. The room erupted around her, and she realized she was standing too, her hand over her mouth, watching Joe jump into Tee’s arms. The camera caught her reaction, the pure joy and pride etched into her features, and she didn’t care if she was supposed to be cool or composed. This was her man, her world, her soulmate, and watching him win like this was never short of miraculous.

“Still alive,” Robin laughed softly, pulling her into a brief hug as the suite began to clear out. “I think I went into shock about ten times in that last quarter, but we made it out on top.”

She nodded, her smile genuine. “It’s never easy with them, huh?”

“Never easy,”

Robin agreed with a shake of her head and a bright laugh. “I sent Trae over to keep an eye on you, but you looked pretty zen the whole time.”

She snorted. “Zen? Hardly. I was shaking during that last drive. But thanks for the wellness check, Trae.” She glanced towards Trae, who reached out to pull her in for a hug.

“Worked both ways. I was keepin’ an eye on you, you kept me from imploding.” Trae slipped his arm around her shoulders, delivering a comforting squeeze.

“Headed out?” Robin questioned gently, patting Trae’s shoulder as he turned to embrace her as well.

“Yeah, ’m flyin’ out early tomorrow morning. Got some stuff to handle for work,” Trae replied, his eyes still on the field as the players started to leave the field.

She nodded, her mind still racing with the game’s events. “Thank you for coming tonight, though. It meant a lot to Joe, having you guys here.”

“I couldn’t miss a game like this,” Trae replied, his gaze lingering on the now emptying field. “Get home safe. Tell Joe I said congrats again.”

With a final round of hugs and goodbyes, the room cleared until only a handful remained. She busied herself with the clean-up of the suite alongside Joe’s parents. The adrenaline from the game still hummed through her veins, making it difficult to focus on the mundane task at hand. But shifting her focus allowed her a chance to soothe her frazzled nerves, anticipate Joe’s arrival to the suite without fixating on the passing time.

“He’s coming up,” she heard Robin say from behind her, breaking her trance. The brush of the blonde woman’s hand across her lower back helped her shift her tired feet, straightening her posture. She took a deep breath, willing her racing heart to calm as she exited the suite behind Joe’s parents.

Joe finally appeared, dark shades on, backpack slung over one shoulder, Bottega Veneta jacket in hand. The moment he saw her and all her exhausted pride, his face broke into a wide grin, one that reached his eyes and made her heart flutter. Her original intention to allow him a chance to embrace his parents first was quickly foiled when Joe stepped into her space, his arms wrapping around her waist and squeezing tightly. For a moment, she allowed herself to melt into his embrace, to soak in the warmth and comfort he provided, forgetting themselves in front of the cameras.

“Played your ass off, baby, I’m so proud,” she murmured, pulling back for a moment to meet his eye. She held his face in her hands, pushing back a stray curl as it fell across his forehead. “You looked incredible out there.” He leaned in for a chaste kiss, a passing, silent promise that once the cameras were gone, she’d have him all to herself.

“Thank you, beautiful,” Joe whispered, his eyes holding hers. He stepped back, his parents now in front of them, eager to share their own congratulations. She stepped aside, watching Joe’s interactions with his family with a soft smile on her face.

“He looks exhausted, poor baby,” Robin said as they followed Joe into the suite where the rest of the group had gathered.

She nodded in agreement. “He’ll be out in 0.3 seconds once his head hits the pillow,” she said, her voice low and affectionate as she watched Joe greet the various close friends and family members who stuck around to congratulate him.

“No shirt under that?” Zacciah squinted at Joe as he made the rounds, hugging and shaking hands.

“No shirt under that,” Joe confirmed with a nod, adding a cheeky, “You like that?” He winked at Zacciah, who chuckled in response.

She quietly observed from a bar stool near the edge of the suite. Her tired eyes reflected a soft fondness and admiration for Joe, who was now in a full-blown conversation with some of the younger guys in the suite, dressed in his jersey. Oceanic eyes scanned the room before they fell on her, his expression softening as he made his way over to her.

“Trae has that flight in the morning.” She started, having read the silent question in his eyes. “He’s leaving out of Cleveland, so he snuck out like… 40, 45 minutes ago. But he was excited to see you pull that win out of your ass.” Her voice was a bit hoarse, feathered with the strain that came from watching five quarters of football.

Joe released a long exhale once he felt her hand in his, the weight of the game lifting slightly with her touch. He was only half-listening to her explanation of Trae’s whereabouts, having already seen a text from his best friend reminding him of the situation and congratulating him on the win. The noise of the suite had returned to its prior level, but all he could focus on was the warmth of her hand in his, the way she always managed to grip his attention amidst the chaos.

The cameras were once again forgotten in his mind as he cupped her cheek in his right hand, her skin cool against his palm. “Your voice, baby…” he trailed off, bending forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Yeah, I know,” she sighed, leaning into his touch. “You guys did not make that easy on me. Or… honestly, anyone else in this stadium, for that matter.” She felt him tilt her head back slightly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. She could see the release of endorphins etched into his features, the shadows beneath his eyes, but also the thrill of victory, the unmistakable spark of triumph lighting up his gaze.

The kiss that followed was gentle, a few seconds longer than the one in the hallway, but still rather restrained despite the cameras deciding to pan away, focusing on the others outside of their intimate little bubble. The room was a mix of laughter and chatter, but all she could hear was the sound of her lips sliding against his, the warmth of his hand against her skin. She felt his thumb trace her bottom lip once he pulled away, his eyes searching hers with a silent question. She nodded, her voice still lost to her as he leaned back in to embrace her fully. Her face pressed against his chest, she could feel the steady rhythm of his heart, the warmth of his breath as he sighed into her hair.

“Hungry?” She asked with the clearing of her throat, finding the black lunchbox she had packed for him before leaving for the game. She pulled out a Ziploc bag containing a peanut butter and banana sandwich, handing it over to Joe. His eyes lit up, accepting the bag with another kiss to the crown of her head.

When she offered out a soft, “Have my seat,” he quickly shook his head, quietly attempting to refuse.

“No... sit, I don’t want you to stand. You’re exhausted, babe,” he murmured between bites of his sandwich. She couldn’t help the way her chest tightened at his words, at the way he looked at her. It was moments like these that made her forget about the cameras, the glitz and glamour of the NFL world, and the pressures that came with being filmed from every angle.

“I’m fine, baby,” she insisted, already moving to stand from her seat. “Sit. I know your body’s aching.”

The tone of her voice and the expression that crossed her face left him with no room to argue any further. With a sigh, Joe took the hint and sat down, his legs feeling like lead. Before she could disappear into the crowd that surrounded them, his fingers curled around her waist.

“Well, come here at least. Can’t be that far away, haven’t seen you all day.”

She relented, helplessly allowing him to pull her into his side. The cameramen took note, the moment captured from at least two different angles, but Joe remained unfazed, his focus split between his girlfriend and his sandwich. Her arm fell over his shoulders, absentmindedly allowing her fingers to drift up into his hair, lightly scratching at the nape of his neck. His eyes closed briefly, a contented sigh escaping his lips as his head tilted into the touch.

[ . . . ]

The morning after the game, she was back in her confessional spot: the kitchen counter, her hair pushed back from her face, makeup impeccably applied despite the lack of sleep. The house was quiet with just the voices of her and the producer carrying the scene.

“Do you think a playoff season is necessary to be MVP?” the voice offscreen questioned her, capturing the earnest smile that spread across her face.

Her eyes darted to the side, a full laugh bubbling up. “He’s staring me down over there. He already told me what the right answer is.” The view switched to find Joe watching her interview from the edge of the room, his hair a mess, his arm crossed over his hoodie-covered chest.

“What’s the right answer?” The producer’s voice prompted, the smile in his tone clear.

She rolled her eyes playfully at Joe’s antics, her voice light. “I would say… I think you need a winning season to be the league’s MVP.” She took a moment to collect her thoughts—and her coaching from Joe—before she continued. “Being the MVP is about consistency above all else. And, you know, bias aside, Joe’s been consistent all season. I think the stats speak for themselves. It’s gonna be a hard sell without… a playoff run, if it comes to that…” she took in a long breath. “But I’m just saying, if it were up to me, he’d be MVP this season.”

“Was that the right answer, Joe?” The producer’s voice teased, motioning for the cameras to pan toward Joe, who wasn’t mic’d up. The captions captured his approval with a resounding, “My girl’s smart, she knows,” with a proud nod.

#i yearn for this dynamic #likely my fav yet from these two #nfl rec

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honeyncherry · 14 days ago

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New fic when bestie im yearning for more!

working thru some stuff rn but trust the process 🙂‍↔️

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honeyncherry · 16 days ago

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nom i love

NSFW Alphabet / Joe Burrow

A/N another of the many men who have me in a godforsaken chokehold 😌- G🌙

Word count: 1,222k

WARNINGS: Voyeurism (??), cock-warming, smut smut smut smut smut beneath the break!!!!

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Joe is incredibly careful with you after sex, treating you as if you're made of glass, bound to break at any second. No matter how long your session lasted, or how rough it had gotten, he'd pull you into his body and place kisses on your sweat-damp forehead before cleaning you up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and their partners)

This man is obsessed with his hands. Like. Obsessed. Seeing them cupping your tits or your ass makes him go feral. And seeing you sucking on his fingers?? Whew, boy... He loves your eyes, a controversial take, I know. But this man could be the angriest he's ever been and all he'd have to do is look into your eyes to calm down. They're like his safe-haven.

C = Cum (Basically, anything to do with cum)

Joe is secretly a kinky mf who would 100% cum inside you whilst muttering pure filth into your ear about making you his.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

1000% has a polaroid of you in his wallet wearing the expensive lingerie he bought for you one Valentine’s Day. And this man will 1000% jack off to this picture whenever he’s on the road and has been missing you for far too long.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Very. And yes, he knows what he is doing. Joe knows exactly what makes you tick, and he knows exactly what it takes to make you come undone.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything in front of a mirror. He wants you to see how well he fucks you and how good you take him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He can definitely have a goofy side when it comes to sex, but these instances are very few and far between. Joe wants to make sure you feel good and, to him, there’s nothing goofy about that!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I’d say it’s nothing to write home about! He’s well-groomed, but doesn’t really think about it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Similar to being goofy, Joe can be very romantic in the moment, but more-often-than-not you’ll ask him to rail you into tomorrow and he’ll be a-okay with that!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Joe will often begin jacking off minutes before he knows you’re due home so you’ll catch him in the act and help him finish.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cock-warming. This man loves having his dick in you even if it isn’t for the purpose of sex. You’ll be sitting on the sofa watching TV and he’ll be cock-warming you. Lay in bed, about to go to sleep? Yep. At the cinema in the most secluded spot? You betcha.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Literally, anywhere. Anywhere he can get his hands on you without anybody noticing, where he can cover your lips with his palm or put his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet. Of course, the comfort of your own home offers its advantages - your bed, shower, kitchen counters, sofa… The list goes on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Joe adores you when you act like a brat. Acting cocky to get your own way, only for Joe to put you back in your place and rail you into next week.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Threesomes. Whether it be another man or another woman, Joe wants you all to himself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Adores both. Seeing you on your knees for him is a sinful sight which Joe will very happily welcome. On the other hand, he loves the way he makes you feel when he eats you out; pushing his palm onto your belly to hold you down, nipping at your inner-thighs here and there to catch you out, hearing the soft whimpers escaping your lips as you unravel beneath him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

As I said earlier, Joe is very much experienced and understands what you want. Even if it’s killing him to stay at a slow pace, if he knows it’s what you want, he’ll carry on 100%.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes. Yes. YES. Anywhere and everywhere, loves having his hands on you whenever and wherever he can. Bending you over the kitchen table after a particularly tough training day; in the changing-room of your favourite store; car parks, movie theatres, the list goes on once again…

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Definitely takes risks. This man would fuck you in the back of your car with the windows rolled down in public and on the busiest day of the year just to lean down to your ear and say “Putting on a show for everyone, baby?”

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s the quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals… You do the math.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You’d always try to hide your toys from Joe. You wouldn’t want him thinking he couldn’t make you finish or that you didn’t feel good with him. That is until he came across the small shoe box you hid away beneath your side of the bed and he’d spend the rest of the day… evening… night… using each individual toy on you until you came from each one.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very much so, especially when you acted like a brat to get your way. “We can’t always get what we want, can we?” he’d coo as he withdrew your orgasm for the twelfth time.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Joe is used to shouting across a football field to catch the attention of his teammates… Unless the two of you are in public, he’s using every breath in those lungs to tell you how good you are for taking him and he would definitely not silence himself as he came.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This. Man. Fucking. Whimpers. I will say no more.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He’s 6ft 4”... Once again, you do the math.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is genuinely like a teenager who’s just discovered PornHub. He is horny 24/7 and will want his hands, his teeth, his lips, his breath on you whenever and wherever he can.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The two of you definitely fall asleep quite quickly afterwards - especially if you’ve both been going for longer than usual. You’d fall asleep in Joe’s arms, heated flesh resting against heated flesh as you both fell into your slumber.

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Please do not re-post and claim as your own.

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#nfl rec

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honeyncherry · 18 days ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/honeyncherry/788798921282568192/fighting-the-urge-to-abandon-all-my-wips-and-start

girl if you need help w/ anything for this regarding cheer lmk 🙏

sincerely,

a college cheerleader :)

stop you may be my saving grace

the biggest heartbreak is having so many friends who are on the dance team at our big ten school but i cannnoottt go asking them 😭

thats why i love our little community on here 🙂‍↔️

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honeyncherry · 18 days ago

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We never tell is amazing, just so you’re aware

word ily

so are you 😇

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honeyncherry · 19 days ago

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lsujoelsujoelsujoe

is it bad i like when he’s portrayed as a little bit mean.. but no i love this storyline 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

LISTEN! j.burrow

lsu!bsf!joe burrow x reader - you and joe went to a frat party together. as the party continues you get told stuff about your relationship with joe which you’ve never heard of until the party. warnings - cussing, mentions of alcohol, and one use of y/n. (slightly proofread) masterlist.

You and Joe walked into a frat house, Joe following right behind you as you two walked in. Joe immediately gets infront of you as he led the way around, bringing himself and you to the kitchen.

You lean against the kitchen counter, your gaze following Joe to the cooler. “Joe, could you grab me a drink please?” You titled your head, a slight pout appearing on your face.

Joe quickly shakes his head as he grabbed a beer. “Nah, you don’t need to be drinkin’ anything.” He pauses, walking next to you as he pops the cap off his beer. “Last time you got wasted and that was my responsibility, and I don’t want to deal with that shit again.” He mutters, finally taking a sip as he finishes talking.

You rolled your eyes with zero hesitation, lifting yourself off the counter to grab a drink for yourself. “Well I won’t get wasted, and if I do, you don’t have to be my babysitter if you hated it so much.” You scoffed, grabbing a cold beer from the cooler yourself.

Joe rolls his eyes in return, keeping his drink in his hand. “Mhm, sure.” He mumbles, getting up from the kitchen. “I’m gonna look around, see if I know anyone.” He hums as he started walking away, his gaze immediately leaving you as he got up.

You scoff, getting up also. You kept your beer in your left hand as you held your purse in your right hand, carefully scoping out the place.

As you were walking you get interrupted by someone, you had thought it was Joe so when you turned around your gaze had fell to a guy much shorter than Joe.

“Um hi?” You said shortly, tilting your head. “Do I know you at all…” You trailed off, keeping your purse exceptionally closer to you now.

The brunette shook his head as he brought his hands together. “Nahh, but you can get to know me.” You immediately cringe at his ‘pick up’ line.

You quietly scoff, “yeahhh, that’s going to be a quick no from me…?” You kept your head tilted, expecting him to say his name by now.

“Ah right, lemme introduce myself. My names Bryce, what’s yours?” He hums, tilting his head as his gaze was on you. You didn’t have to look up at all knowing he was around your height which was 5’6.

You shook your head, internally cringing at your conversation. “Nice to meet you Bryce, my names-” You fortunately got interrupted by seeing Bryce’s gaze flicker up to someone much taller than you.

You turn on your heels, now having to look up and to no one’s surprise you see Joe. “Oh, hey Joe.” You smiled slightly, shuffling yourself to stand next to Joe.

An awkward silence falls between the three of you guys, until Bryce speaks up. “Is that your boyfriend?” He mumbled, his cockiness clearly disappeared.

You’re quick to shake your head, but not quick enough to answer as Joes already opened his mouth. “It doesn’t matter.” He huffs, crossing his arms loosely.

“Look, Bryce, I would probably recommend you to just leave us alone a little bit. I’ll find you later.” You smiled apologetically, putting your arms in defeat slightly.

Bryce immediately listens and scrambles into the crowd, already talking to another girl.

“Joe!” You look at him, tilting your head as you place your beer on a nearby table. “What are you doing?” You hissed, the tips of your ears going warm.

Joe scoffs, shaking his head in return. “He got too close, that’s it.” He shortly said, leaning back on a nearby counter. Joe was too chill. Which ultimately made you more annoyed.

“We were just talking, I don’t know why it’s such a big deal. You talk to girls all the time and I don’t say anything??” You defend yourself, crossing your arms.

“Don’t be bringin’ shit up about me, ‘right?” His voice sharp as his gaze stayed on you. You on the other hand, your gaze was flickering all over the place, making eye contact with Joe now and then.

You roll your eyes, obviously done with the conversation as you walked off to a new group of people. Joe in return doing the same exact thing.

The time was around 1:34 am, you remember that so vividly because you were stuck talking to this guy for the past fourteen minutes. You weren’t sober but you have had a couple beers in your system. You also were still pissed at Joe and haven’t talked to him since, nor seen him. In your mind you thought he talking to some girl, or even just drinking for all you know.

You get snapped back to reality as this guy try’s to wrap his arms around you. Usually you don’t let it because that’s not you, but the argument with Joe and having a couple drinks in your system you felt bold.

“Is this alright?” He slurs, wrapping his arm around your waist completely. You’d say he was about 6’1, 5’11, you weren’t sure.

You nod, a smile playing on your lips. “Mhm.” You hum, giggling a little as you leaned into him.

The guy chuckles a little, shaking his head. “I thought you were dating that Joe guy, you know the quarterback.” He shook his head, still slurring his words.

You were obviously taken back by this statement, your cheeks warming up slightly. “Really? Does everyone think that?” You mumbled, a wave of shyness washing over you.

He of course nods, nods aggressively even. “Yah, everyoneee thinks you two are dating.” He pauses, taking another sip of his beer as if he needed more. “Like, I bet 90% of the people here thought you guys were.”

You feel your mouth drop open a little, every ounce of boldness leaving your body. “Um, why? Do you know why?” You stuttered, you wanted to just walk away but your questions just spilled out your mouth.

He shrugs, bringing you in a little closer to him, the scent of alcohol much stronger. “Hmm, I mean you two are always together, like always. Like even after games yall hug and shit, and even now you two walked in.” He chuckles again, shaking his head. “Also so many girls don’t like you because of that.”

You feel small, much smaller than before. Your gaze drops down to your feet as your cheeks are warm. “Um, I’ll be right back, I don’t feel well.” You immediately walk away from the crowd, bringing yourself to the back porch as you pulled out your phone.

You click on Joes contact, immediately texting him to come to the back porch. It was much quieter outside, besides the music coming from inside the house.

“Yo, what’s up?” Joe yelled as he stepped outside, it barely took him thirty seconds which was quite impressive.

You squint your eyes as he comes next to you, still visibly tense from your guys mini argument. “You know that people think you and I are dating? Like actually dating.” You mumble, your head tilted as you looked up to him.

Joes shoulders drop slightly as he looks over to you, staying silent for a couple extra seconds. “But we’re not??” He mutters, his voice half confused and the other half still tense.

You roll your eyes as you bring arms down from your chest, letting out a heavy breath. “Yeah obviously, but other people don’t think that.” You paused, a frown playing on your face. “I was talking so some guy and he flat out laughed and told me ‘I thought you were dating that quarterback guy, Joe.’” You mocked him, your voice still slightly shaky.

Joe sighs, shaking his head as he bit his lip. “Well what do you want me to do? I don’t know why you’re so worked up over this little rumor.” He spat, shaking his head. He knew why of course, every boy issue you ever had rooted from yours and Joes friendship.

But honestly, you understood how people would’ve thought you two were dating. You of course didn’t want to believe because you were under the impression that he didn’t like you whatsoever.

Your frown came back, more into a pout form. “Because! It makes sense, I haven’t been able to talk to any boys because of it! Because everyone thought I was yours!” You hesitated, motioning with your hands as your gaze stayed on his.

Joes face softened up a little bit, his smile becoming slightly less cocky as he ran a hand through his hair. His eyes still flickered over your face. “Y/N..” He trailed off, letting his arrogant persona slip a little. “I’m sorry.” He hesitated also, straying his gaze away from you.

You shook your head, stepping back from him slightly. “Really? Joe, are you sure? Because every boy I’ve seemed to talk to thinks you like me, and I don’t think thats a coincidence.” You mumbled, your frown still apparent on your face.

Joe sighed again, his cocky demeanor once showing again as he rolled his eyes. “Be delusional, I don’t know how hard it is to tell them you’re single.” He scoffed, wanting to take back his apology.

You bit your lip, your eyes narrow as they start burning with tears. “No I’m not delusional.” You mumbled, your gaze now on your shoes once again. “I do tell them, Joe.” You added, your voice small.

Joe brought his hand down his face, shaking his head as he brought himself next to you. “Don’t cry, it’ll be alright.” He said shortly, bringing his hand to your back. “You can crash at place then we’ll talk.”

You smiled slightly, looking back up at him as you nodded. You didn’t say anything, if you did you would’ve started crying right in front of him, which you never have done.

i did it!! phew, alsoooo i have two joe fics and one is almost done promise!

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ive been yearning for more of them since pt 5 and this filled the void beautifully 😇

How are Joe and songbird enjoying Baton Rouge?

a/n: previous part can be found here!

for joe, it’s like stepping back into a chapter of his life that made him who he is. every street, every building on campus carries some ghost of his old self. the anxious kid who transferred from ohio state trying to prove he was worth the hype, who lived on protein bars nd cheap gatorade, who ran sprints under that brutal louisiana sun until his legs gave out. being there now with her feels almost surreal, like he’s finally seeing it all in full color.

he’s taken songbird everywhere, through the locker rooms that still smell faintly of sweat and turf, up to the empty stands in tiger stadium where they sat side by side and he pointed out the exact spot he threw his first touchdown as an LSU tiger. at one point, she snapped a photo of him standing on the field, hands in his pockets, looking around with this small, overwhelmed smile, like he couldn’t quite believe he was back.

for her, it’s a glimpse into the roots of the man she loves. she keeps teasing him about how starstruck she is, jokingly calling him “LSU legend Joe Burrow,” but inside, she’s melting watching him light up as he talks about those years. she’s got her phone out constantly, recording little videos of him telling stories, like how he and the guys used to sneak into the pool at night, or that time he tried to impress the team by eating the hottest wings in baton rouge and ended up nearly crying in a booth at some dive bar.

they’ve found their own secret spots too. she loves how the live oaks drape over the walkways like they’re trying to hide them from the rest of the world, so he’s taken her on slow walks under their shade, their fingers intertwined, stealing lazy kisses. at night, they’ll grab beignets from coffee call and sit on the hood of their rental car, powdered sugar dusting their mouths, just talking about everything. her tour memories from when she came to louisiana, his plans for next season, silly dreams like getting a lake house one day.

training has been a big part of it, too. joe’s been getting in field work with old coaches and local guys, running drills at his old practice facilities. songbird sometimes sits in the bleachers with an iced coffee, legs swung up on the bench, sunglasses on, scribbling little lyrics into her notebook, but she’s always watching him, and he always finds her eyes. she’ll give him a little thumbs up or blow a dramatic kiss, and he’ll smirk, shake his head, then dial right back in. later, he tells her he swears her watching him makes him sharper.

and the nights…god, the nights have been theirs just like they were when they were back in NOLA. once they’re back in their room—after slipping out of yet another casual bar or a dinner spot where half the staff tried to buy joe a beer—it’s like the air changes. she’ll pull him down by his shirt collar, laugh when he picks her up effortlessly, and then they’re tangled in bed, limbs everywhere, mouths greedy and soft by turns. after, she lies draped over his chest, tracing lazy circles on his skin, telling him how proud she is. he’ll just bury his face in her hair, his voice thick when he whispers that he never knew he could be this happy.

what’s made it even sweeter is how unbothered their time in baton rouge has been. sure, there are the occasional double-takes or shy waves from students and locals, but mostly people have let them be. no cameras shoved in their faces, no crowds clamoring for autographs. it’s like the whole town decided, in this quiet, protective way, to give them space to just exist. it’s a kind of peace they rarely get, a soft little bubble where they’re not pop star and quarterback, just two people in love, free to laugh too loud, sneak kisses under campus lights, and build memories that belong only to them.

so, it’s been a week of the simplest things. joe back in his old stomping grounds, songbird seeing exactly where he came from, the two of them building even deeper roots. if it started as him showing her his past, it’s turned into them quietly carving out new memories of baton rouge that are just theirs.

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honeyncherry · 19 days ago

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“Look so goddamn perfect wearing my name. Gonna make it yours if you let me, baby.”

this is one of those one of a kind pieces you can trust i WILL be coming back to

In desperate need of a smutty blurb of joe and wifey where he keeps saying “you like that”. Joe knows exactly what he is doing when he drops those 3 words and im so down bad girl 😫

author's note⠀⁎⠀smut, 18+ mdni. it’s like 200 words over 2k but irdc to format this like an actual fic.

read more⠀⁎⠀joe burrow masterlist / series masterlist.

“Baby?” Joe called out, his forehead crinkled with confusion as he read the label on the rectangular cardboard box in his right hand. He had just stepped through the door, his backpack still slung over his shoulder, a smoothie and his phone in hand. The package was addressed correctly, her first and last name bolded ahead of the house address, but it was the sender that had him stumped.

She finally reached him a few moments later, black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, iPad in the other hand. “Is that mine?” she asked, leaning upwards to deliver a chaste kiss to Joe’s lips, pulling away to receive the package as Joe transferred it over to her.

Her eyes scanned the shipping label, and she beamed, turning on her heel to make a beeline for the kitchen. “I didn’t recognize the company,” Joe said, following behind her. His hand found her lower back, a gentle pressure that guided her to the kitchen island where she set down the package. Using a stray pair of scissors, she cut through the tape to reveal the contents within.

“I ordered your jersey in black,” she said, her eyes lighting up as she pulled out the folded fabric. The room was suffused with the faint scent of fresh laundry, the smell of new clothes. She held it up to her chest, examining the size. It looked smaller than she’d expected.

Joe leaned over her shoulder, peeking at the jersey. “You don’t have my jersey in black? Did you get it custom?”

She nodded, holding the jersey up to her torso. “Yeah, I wanted it to be a bit oversized, so I can wear it in the colder months.” She set the scissors aside, turning around so Joe could have a look at the fabric held up to her body.

Joe’s gaze took in the jersey, his eyes lingering on the 9 bold on the front. “Let’s see how it fits,” he murmured, mildly disappointed when she moved past him and toward the bedroom.

“Take your outside clothes off before you sit down,” she muttered just as she pulled her tank top over her head, swapping the gray material for the jersey. She found the mirror in the corner, eyeing herself critically. The jersey fell to her upper-thigh, the sleeves reaching just slightly above her elbow.

She turned back to Joe, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs spread out in front of him. She approached, already beginning to ramble about the size and the fit, but Joe's attention was elsewhere. He reached out, taking hold of her waist and gently turning her so that her back was to his front. She felt his hands continue to rotate her within his grasp, his eyes on her as he studied the way the jersey draped over her body. It wasn’t until she felt his hands sneak up her thighs and under the fabric that she realized his intentions.

She swatted playfully at his hand. “Joe...” she groaned, her hands wrapping around his wrists, but Joe was insistent, pulling her forward until she was straddling his lap, his hands finding the hem of the jersey. He tugged it up, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. She squirmed, trying to evade his grasp, but his grip was firm, his eyes dark with desire.

He kissed her neck, dragging his lips across her brown skin. “You like wearing my jersey?”

She exhaled shakily, “You’re not serious. Joe, behave,” she scolded weakly with an amused laugh, watching as he reached around to palm her ass.

“You look so good like this,” Joe murmured, his breath tickling the sensitive skin behind her ear. His fingers danced along the waistband of her shorts, hinting at his next move.

She felt a rush of heat pool in her core. She leaned into his touch, her playful protests fading into a sigh. “Baby,” she chided, her eyes half-closed as his hands parted her for his access, his knuckles grazing her inner thighs.

Joe’s hand slipped under the fabric of her shorts, his touch growing bolder. “Like having my name on you?” he whispered. She sighed again, and she couldn’t help but grind against his palm. His fingers found her wetness, teasing her entrance.

“You’re already so wet for me,” Joe murmured, his voice thick with desire. He kissed her jawline, his hands working deftly. “You like that?”

“Mmhmm,” she nodded, her tone nearly taking on a whine as the pads of Joe's fingers began to rub slow circles around her clit. She could feel his cock growing against her thigh, the fabric of his shorts straining.

“Like getting fucked by me? In my jersey?” he asked, his voice gruff as he inserted a finger, feeling her walls contract around it.

“Joe,” she gasped, her hands moving to his shoulders. She arched into him, feeling his bare skin under her palms. He had been too lazy to pull a shirt on after stripping out of his “outside clothes”. In her lust-hazy brain, she figured he had decided on his next move as soon as she had shown him the jersey in the kitchen. It was a weakness of his that she had come to expect, and frankly, enjoy.

His finger began to move in slow, deliberate strokes, and she felt her body responding eagerly, her hips rising to meet him. “Like that, huh?” he prodded, his voice rumbling low in her ears. He added a second finger, stretching her open, his free hand remained on her hip, keeping her flush against him. “Gettin’ you all ready for me in my jersey?”

She moaned, unwilling to push her brain to craft a response. The sensations he was creating were too intense for words. She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. His mouth found hers again, kissing her deeply as his fingers worked their magic. She could feel his other hand sliding up her back, pulling the jersey higher, exposing her to him.

Her legs trembled, but Joe’s arms around her held her steady. He broke the kiss, his tongue licking a stripe up the side of her neck before he spoke again. “So fuckin' perfect, beautiful. My girl’s so fuckin’ pretty in my lap, wearing my colors.” His voice was a mix of affection and hunger, his eyes burning into her skin.

Her breathing grew ragged as Joe’s fingers danced within her, dragging through her walls, and collecting her arousal. She felt his other hand slip around to the front of her jersey, his thumb brushing her nipple through the fabric. She leaned into the touch, her eyes opening to meet his. “Take it off,” she breathed, the words almost a plea.

He shook his head, pupils blown as his tongue brushed over his bottom lip. “Keep it on,” Joe rasped, pressing his fingers deeper into her center. He paused his movements to bring her closer, his hand slipping from her warmth to the waistband of her shorts. He pulled them down, his fingers trailing over her skin as the fabric fell to her thighs. Joe eased the shorts from her body, discarding them to the side, leaving her in just her underwear and the jersey.

“So pretty,” he murmured, his gaze raking over her. Then his mouth was on hers again. His kisses were firm, all-consuming, his tongue sliding against hers with the heat from his body burning into hers. Her hands moved to Joe’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rocked against his hand once his fingers slipped her underwear to the side to plunge back into her.

She was soaking through the cotton fabric of her underwear, the wetness making it stick to her skin. All she could process was him. His hands filled with her, his fingers dripping with her essence, his voice coaxing and demanding. All that mattered was the high he was helping her chase.

Joe pulled his fingers from her, using them to coat her clit with her slickness. “My baby’s so good to me,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. He took his time, his touch feather-light as he circled the most sensitive part of her. Her head fell back, a long, needy moan escaping her. She was so close, she could feel it building in her belly, the sweet pressure making her dizzy.

He was so unbearably smug when he pushed her into this state; one of shaking, trembling, desperate need. “Just like that?” he murmured, continuing to toy with her even as his dick twitched against her leg. “So easy, baby. Is it that good? Like it that much?”

He was taunting her, and she knew it, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she could do was nod, her eyes fluttering shut as his touch grew more insistent. “Mmhmm,” she responded, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth in between panting breaths.

The fabric of the jersey was rough against her skin as Joe pushed it up, exposing her light-colored bra to his view. He kissed his way across her chest, leaving a trail of heat and saliva as he went. Her chest heaved, agony gnawed at her insides as she waited for him to touch her.

His left hand pressed her chest against his when he finally decided to come up for air. As he did so, his fingers found a higher urgency, breaching her wetness and curling inside her. He pushed deeper until she was filled to the hilt, and she moaned, her body jerking with the sudden pressure.

“Fuck, Joey…” she stuttered. Her hands flexed, fingers trembling as she attempted to hold onto him, his name leaving her mouth in a whimper. She was so close, the tightness coiling within her threatening to snap at any moment. She didn’t know how much more she could take when he was pushing her to the edge of madness.

“You feel that?” he asked, chuckling darkly as she gasped. Her eyes rolled back, mimicking the lol of her head as static overcame her body. Heat poured through her veins, her toes curling as Joe’s fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that sent her tumbling. “Want you to think about this feeling everytime you wear this jersey.” His lips dragged over the shell of her ear as he whispered, his fingers finding a rhythm that had her entire body vibrating within his grasp.

“Look so goddamn perfect wearing my name. Gonna make it yours if you let me, baby.” Her lips parted, a soft whimper escaping as Joe goaded her along with gentle bites and licks along her neckline. The words, though spoken with a coarse affection, overtook her, a feeling she didn’t try to fight.

Her forehead fell to the crook of his neck, her fingers tugging at the golden brown hairs at the back of his head. His voice floated promises and sweet nothings into her ear, making her shiver in his arms. The fabric of the jersey was bunched around her waist now, the hairs on her skin standing on end from the cold air kissing her bare skin.

All it took was the quiet shift of his left hand up from her hip, to the side of her face, cupping her cheek as he brought their eyes level. “‘M so lucky, baby. So fuckin’ lucky to have you wearin’ my jersey like this. So fuckin’ lucky to have you in my life, in my bed.” His thumb swiped at her cheek, his eyes betraying a vulnerable gratitude that lay just beneath all the possessive heat.

She leaned into the warmth of his hand, her breath hitching as he brought their mouths together in a bruising kiss. She really couldn’t tell when the air left her lungs, when white hot pleasure began to build in her core, but she felt it in every pulse of her veins as she released all the tension from her body. Her walls spasmed around his fingers, her hips stuttered against his palm as she reached her peak. It ripped through her, leaving her nearly boneless in his arms.

Joe’s grip tightened, his own breathing ragged as he watched her come apart in front of him. He kissed her through it, whispering guidance that she didn’t quite catch but felt in her soul. When she released a final exhale through her nose, he leaned forward to kiss her. It was just a gentle brush of his lips against hers, just breathing her in, letting her know she was his, indefinitely.

“Need this for the rest of my life,” Joe hummed, just barely loud enough for her to hear as he nibbled on her earlobe. His hand remained lodged between her legs, just keeping her full as she caught her breath. The tip of his nose drew a line over her cheekbone, his thumb brushing against the corner of her mouth.

“You’ll get it. Every day if you want,” she murmured against his mouth, her breathing still uneven. She reached down, her hand sliding over his shorts to free his length from its confinement. He groaned into her neck, allowing her control for just a moment before his hand covered hers, guiding her movement once she began to pump him slowly.

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