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Slumber Party

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Justin Herbert x reader

Warnings: Awkward Justin at the end

Word count: 2.1k

You walk through Justin’s front door, hands full with bags, “It’s slumber party time!”

He quickly makes his way over to you, “It’s not a slumber party.” He chuckles, “You’re just spending the night.”

You huff as he grabs a bag from you, “That’s technically a slumber party.”

He looks into the bag he took, “You know I have food, right? There’s no need for a bag full snacks.”

You follow him as he walks to the kitchen, “Well I thought all you would have are protein bars and pre workout.”

He puts down the bag and grabs your shoulders, “Y/n. I’m still a human, I have to eat in order to survive. If you get hungry we could get chipotle or I could make you something.”

You drop your bags and grab his forearm, “I hate to break this to you, Herby, but I don’t actually like Chipotle.”

He looks at you in disbelief, “You had it like two weeks ago though.”

“I didn’t want you to eat alone. You invited me out and I would’ve felt bad if I just sat there watching you.” You inform

He lets his hands drop from your shoulders, “If I knew that I wouldn’t have gone there.”

“It’s fine, Herbert.” You assure with a small smile.

You pick up the bags on the floor and back up, “Look, I’m going to put these away and when I’m done we can get this slumber party started. Oh and What time is your game tomorrow?”

“It starts at ten but I have to be there before eight. And again, this is not a slumber party.” he says

He puts away all the snacks you brought while you put away your night bag and little things you brought for later.

~

“Are you sure you don’t want to play.” He asks loading up his game.

You nod, “Yeah, I’d much rather watch you play than me spend a round not knowing what was going on.”

He grabs his controller and sits down, “I’m not going to let you sit there and watch me.”

“You’re not.” You argue, “If its that big of a deal, I’ll play something on my laptop.”

He rolls his eyes, “Play what? Solitaire?”

You get up off the couch and walk to get your laptop, “Sims 4, actually.”

“Sims 4?” he whispers to himself.

~

You don’t spend too much time playing Sims not wanting to get wrapped into it and not being able to stop.

 You watch him play a few rounds of C.O.D, he wins a couple before calling it quits after a quick loss.

He gets up and puts his controller away, “Are you hungry?”

“For chipotle?” You tease

“Ha ha.” He says, “I’m being serious.”

He looks down at his watch, “Its six thirty, do you wanna stay here and make something? Or we could order something?”

You stand up, “I’m already ahead of you.”

You bring him to the kitchen, “If you actually looked at the things I brought you would’ve noticed that they’re for cajun chicken pasta.”

“I was wondering why you chicken in the bag.” He confesses

You pat his cheek, “I think you’ve taken one too many hits to the head.”

~

The two of you now sit in his living, your legs lay on top of his lap while his feet are propped up on the coffee table.

He mindlessly rubs his thumb on your calf.

His eyes are trained in the tv, watching an episode of NCIS.

Your eyes however are on him, watching how his face slightly scrunches at the sight of the body. How the flashes of the screen light up his face.

You pick up your phone and see that it’s nine o’clock, already having ate dinner you know it’s only a matter of time til he’s off to bed for his early morning.

Putting your phone down you sit up straight and pick yourself up off the couch.

He looks up at you with wonder and slight concern, “Where are you going? It was just getting to the good part.”

You make your way to the guest room, “I’m just going to go grab something’s and change. You should change too. Oh, and wash your face while you’re in there.”

You leave him in the living room, hoping that he’ll go change for bed. Changing into an old shirt and some shorts, you wash your face and brush your teeth.

You grab one of the bags you brought, bring it with you out to the living room. Justin sits on the couch in different clothes.

He hears you coming and looks up from his phone, “What’s in the bag that required me to change and wash my face?”

Sitting down next to him you start pulling things out of the bag: face masks, serum, face rollers, eye cream, lip scrubs, chapstick, and moisturizer.

He looks at all the stuff laid out on the table, “What is this?”

You smile at him, “Stuff for your face, stuff that will make it look and feel nice.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Does my face not look nice?”

You shake your head, not wanting it to sound like that, “Your face is very nice, Herby. You’re like the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

He blushes and smiles at your words, unable to reply.

You meant what you said, he was very pretty and his bashfulness wasn’t helping.

You pull a box out from the bag, “Would you like some tea before we start? I brought your favorite, well I hope it’s your favorite.”

He looks at the box and nods, “Yeah, yeah… tea would be nice and it is my favorite, thank you.”

You go to make the tea as he looks through all the things you brought.

~

You carefully bring the two cups back, not wanting to spill any of the hot liquid on yourself. You set them down along with some napkins.

You sit down with your entire body facing him, “Are you ready?”

He laughs softly, “Do I have a choice?”

“Well yes but no, because if you say no I’m just going to beg until you say yes.” You tell him, “Okay, now, is it okay if I get up close and personal?”

He looks at you for a second but nods.

You pick up the two lip scrubs you brought, “Do you want cherry or strawberry?”

“Umm… Cherry, I guess.” He answers comes out more as a question.

“These are lip scrubs, I probably should have started with that, but do you want to apply it or do you want me to? Or do you want to watch me do it first and then you try?”

“I’ll… I’ll watch you first.”

You hand him the cherry one and unscrew the strawberry one, “Okay, so you’re going to take a little on your finger and apply to your lips.”

He watches as you apply small layer to your lips.

“Then you just rub your lips together.” You do just as said and grab a napkin, “Then you wipe them off or you can lick them but personally I think that’s gross.”

Wiping your lips off you nod at him, “Your turn.”

He does exactly what you did and takes the napkin from you wiping his lips, “What now?”

You pull two headbands out from the bag, “Would you like a cow or a bow?” You give him no time to respond, “Doesn’t matter you’re getting the cow.”

You slip the headband over and, on your head, handing him his. He looks at the headband and then to you before hesitantly putting it on.

Picking up the face masks you tear one open, “This is a sheet mask, it’s going to be cold but it helps. I must ask, can I touch your face?”

He rolls his eyes, “Yes, Y/n, you can touch my face.”

You scoot closer to him and take out the mask, “close your eyes please.”

When his eyes close you start to put on the mask. He flinches when you smooth it down by his eye making you jump.

You go to apologize thinking you got some of the mask in his eye or that you poked him but stop yourself when you hear him trying not to laugh.

You lightly flick his forehead and mumble, “asshole.”

Once it’s fully smoothed down on his face you scoot back, “You can open your eyes now, you’re going to let it sit on your face for ten minutes.”

You tear open the other and put it on, he watches as you do it with such ease.

He waits til your done to ask his long but short awaited questions, “What is this supposed to help with? Also can I drink with this on?”

“These ones are to brighten your skin but there are a bunch of different ones that do different things and yes you can drink with it on. I like to think that why the hole is there.”

He picks up his mug and the two of you watch a little more of the show before you have to take them off.

~

Throwing away the masks you move onto the next item, making sure you washed your hands first.

“Okay so this is a Hyaluronic Acid serum and just because it says acid doesn’t mean it’s going to burn your face. It’s going to help with the dry spots on your face.” You inform knowing the questions he’s going to ask.

“Okay so I’m going to put some onto my hands and then rub it on your face. Sound good?” You ask picking up the bottle.

He nods, “Can I put it on you?”

You let out a soft chuckle, “Sure, are your hands clean?”

He nods again and you give him the okay.

You put some into your hands, rubbing them together you move them to his face, “Close your eyes please.”

He closes his eyes and lets you rub your hands around his face. When you’re done he opens them and holds his hands out.

Dropping some into his hands, he rubs his hands together and slowly moves closer to your face.

He looks at you, taking in your face; he smiles to himself as you close your eyes. He lightly moves his hands around your face, afraid that he’ll hurt you somehow.

His hands stop moving at your cheeks but you keep your eyes closed waiting for him to do something. Except his hands don’t move and he doesn’t say anything.

You open your eyes, “We have two things left, you ready?”

He drops his hands and sighs, “Yeah, what’s left?”

You pick up two containers, eye cream and moisturizer, “The blue container is the eye cream which surprisingly goes under your eyes and the pink container is the moisturizer and that goes all over your face. Simple.”

You take off your headband, “We also won’t be needing these anymore.”

He follows your lead taking off his headband.

~

You clap your hands together when you’re done, “And just like that, we’re finished. Now all we have to do is go to sleep and the slumber party will be, sadly, over.”

He laughs, “I’d call this more of a spa day than a slumber party.”

“What are you talking about? We hung out, cooked dinner, played cod; well you played, all I did was watch. But we started to binge NCIS and had a self care night. I’d say that’s a slumber party.” You argue

“Where’s the party? Aren’t parties supposed to be fun?”

You roll your eyes getting up, “I thought we were having fun, jackass.”

He laughs and gets up, “I was joking, this was very much so a party.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, “A slumber party, some would say.”

You give him a slight stern look, “You’re just saying that to be nice.”

He smiles and moves his hand to your face, “I’m always nice.”

You softly laugh, “Yeah, but you can be an ass sometimes.”

“Yeah?” He asks

Your eyes flicker to his lips, “Yeah.”

 “I know.” He whispers, his face slowly moving closer to yours. Long silent seconds pass.

His hands bringing your face closer, closing what little space was left. His lips met yours.

Its sweet and gentle, the type of kiss that could sweep you off your feet. Short little pecks follow as the two of you pull away.

He looks at you with love in his eyes, “Sleep with me?”

Your face fills with confusion, “Huh?”

He quickly shakes his head, letting his hands drop from your face, “I mean, go to bed with me- No that still sounds weird. Ummm... Would you like to lay down and go to sleep with me?”

You try your best not to laugh at his awkwardness, “Let’s get you to bed, J.” You take his hand, “And I’ll even sleep with you.”

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[mensuited]

[taevincii]

Justin in the new Dr.Squatch Ad 🥰😂

Did yall see when he put his leg on the table tho? 👀😏 I was looking, respectfully 😉

[w1ldthoughts]

Exactly JH Squared⚡️

[dumbandpoetics]

JOE BURROW CIN @ LAC | November 17, 2024

[meameagirl]

The respect between two good quarterbacks.

[bad268]

Tackle (Justin Herbert X Parent! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/NFL

Requested: Day 20 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none, inspired by this video

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 467

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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There was a little tradition you started back when you first started dating Justin. At the end of every season, he would let you tackle him. It was always a lighthearted game that you guys did, and as time went on, it’s only grown in importance. What started as a fun game between two teenagers became a full event for the now-married couple and their kids.

You sat on the mat after you finished setting it up outside and grabbing some extra padding, so you could wrap Justin’s arm. The team would kill you if you made his already almost healed injury worse. It's not like it ever got too bad. The kids were 2, 6, and 8, and you never took it too seriously. 

You heard the back door open as Justin chased your boys outside while carrying your youngest daughter in his arms. Your boys ran toward the mat, straight into your open arms and pushing you to lay back and take them with you.

“I see you’ve been riling them up,” You joked as you side-eyed Justin, who set your daughter next to you. “There’s extra padding over there for your hand.”

“Wow so thoughtful before you all attack me,” Justin teased as he started wrapping his hand carefully.

“Can I try something, daddy?” Your 8 year old son asked, climbing off of you and over to Justin. He nodded at the child for him to continue, “Can I do WWE?”

“Aren’t you a little short for that, lil man?” Justin chuckled, looking over at you to see your wide eyes. You did not want your baby doing something like that, but you also knew Justin would never let any of your kids get hurt. “How would you do it?”

“Use a chair,” Your 8 year old replied in a duh tone. “I’m not that short. I just need a little help sometimes. You’re just tall.”

That made you and Justin laugh because that was almost verbatim what you used to say to him in high school. Even back then, he was still tall as heck, and it was like a little trip down memory lane.

“I think just for that, he should be allowed to,” You said as you wiped the tears from your eyes and went to get one of your lawn chairs. You set it in front of the mat and grabbed your other two children out of the way. “You ready to start us off?”

Your son just smirked and climbed on the chair and didn’t waste a second after Justin walked up to the mat to wrap his arms around Justin’s neck and jump off.

“Smackdown!” You and your second son shouted as Justin fell back in an overexaggerated manner. Your daughter looked around, confused, before echoing the statement.

~~~~~

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[jherbo10]

Gorgeous boy 🫶hungry for mushrooms don’t know why

📸:emsigmon

[mrsgucci24]

~Through Every Battle~

Summary: Justin Herbert struggles with injuries and self-doubt during a tough season, but his partner—a former athlete—helps him find strength through love, encouragement, and a shared determination to face challenges together. Authors Note: I said I needed more Justin fics in the tag so here we are! Keep in mind I kinda based the reader off of myself since I am a recently retired athlete, this should provide a lil context lmao This is me living through my writing purrr Also kinda based on his latest presser where all he was asked about is his injuries made me kinda sad:(

Warnings: None

Justin sat on the edge of the couch, his head in his hands. The game had been over hours ago, but the sting of another loss and the dull ache radiating through his ribs lingered. This season had been relentless—hit after hit, injury after injury. He hated feeling like he was letting the team down, but more than that, he hated feeling like he was letting himself down.

The sound of your keys jingling pulled him from his thoughts. You’d been at the game, as always, cheering him on, but you’d stayed behind to catch up with a few friends. He’d told you to enjoy yourself, but now that you were home, he realized he’d been craving your presence more than he’d admitted.

“Hey,” you called softly, stepping into the living room. You froze when you saw him hunched over, his broad shoulders slumping under invisible weight. “Justin?”

“I’m fine,” he muttered, not looking up.

You frowned and crossed the room, your years of training as an athlete telling you exactly what that posture meant. You knelt in front of him, resting your hands on his knees. “You’re not fine,” you said gently. “What’s going on?”

He sighed, finally meeting your gaze. The sadness in his blue eyes made your heart ache. “I’m just… tired,” he admitted. “Tired of being banged up. Tired of feeling like I’m always one step away from breaking again. It’s like every time I start to recover, something else comes along to knock me down.”

You nodded, understanding the frustration etched into his voice. You’d been there—injuries, setbacks, and the relentless grind of recovery. As a former athlete yourself, you knew exactly how isolating it could feel. But now, your job wasn’t to push through—it was to help him.

“Justin,” you said softly, taking his hands in yours, “you’re not in this alone. You’ve been carrying all of this by yourself, but that’s what I’m here for. To help you through it.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “What can you even do? I can’t keep putting you through this.”

“You’re not ‘putting me through’ anything,” you replied firmly, standing and tugging him to his feet. “And I’ll show you what I can do. Come on.”

The next morning, you drove Justin to the team’s training facility, armed with a gym bag and your competitive spirit. His physical therapist greeted you with a knowing grin. “Looks like we’ve got a new coach in the house,” he said. “Better watch out, Herbert.”

“Oh, he knows,” you said, winking at Justin.

Justin shot you a suspicious look but followed you to the rehab area. “What are you up to?”

“Making PT less miserable,” you replied simply.

As Justin went through his exercises, you stood beside him, counting reps, offering encouragement, and—when needed—teasing him just enough to keep things light. When he grumbled about a particularly grueling stretch, you jumped in, mimicking the movement with exaggerated flair.

“You’re just showing off,” he said, unable to hide his smirk.

“Please,” you shot back. “This is barely a warm-up.”

His therapist laughed, and Justin shook his head, but you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, the way the heaviness that had been following him started to lift.

Over the next few weeks, you made it your mission to keep Justin’s spirits high. You joined him at the gym, challenging him to friendly competitions when he felt strong enough, and even made playlists for his rehab sessions. On tougher days, you reminded him of how far he’d come, drawing on your own experience to help him push through the doubts.

“You’re still my favorite athlete,” you said one evening as the two of you lay on the couch, his arm wrapped around you.

“Biased,” he teased, though there was a warmth in his voice that hadn’t been there before.

“Not at all,” you said, poking his side gently. “You work harder than anyone I’ve ever met. And I’ve met some very hardworking people.”

“Like you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” you said with a grin. “But don’t tell anyone—I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

He laughed, pulling you closer. “You make everything better, you know that?”

“Someone’s gotta keep you in check,” you teased. Then, more softly, you added, “I’m proud of you, Justin. For everything.”

By the time the season wound down, Justin still wasn’t at 100%, but he’d found his rhythm again—both on and off the field. He walked into each game with his head held high, knowing that no matter what happened, you’d be there—his loudest cheerleader, his partner, and his number-one fan.

And for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could tackle whatever challenges lay ahead—because he wasn’t facing them alone.

[spidervman]

QB1 looking mighty fine on this wednesday evening (afternoon ig if you’re in california)

[nflballgirl]

cutie boys

[taevincii]

The hug we were all waiting for 😭

Joe’s face breaks my heart tho

[thegreatturbo17]

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?!

[dumbandpoetics]

JOE BURROW Bengals Press Conference | November 13, 2024

"What's his [Ja'Marr's] way [of telling Joe to get him the ball]?"

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