#joey higgins

[cassandralottie]

they're the girls from the beaches of brighton, prospect park, and the navy yard pier if u even care

[undescribed1mage]

I think. About Stray & Specs & Joey & Race parallels a lot. Specs & Race both have Brooklyn newsie relatives that don't show up. They're both so positive that no matter what Spot Conlon says, their family will show up — and then they don't. And then Jack's gone and everyone's hurt and everything goes wrong

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

Borough What Gave Me Birth (Friendliest Place on Earth)

Ao3 is down, so I'm posting this here! It's a newsies (Specifically uksies!) one-shot based on an idea/joke one of the ensemble actresses had for her newsie, Splint, dying after the rally. It features all of the Brooklyn girls, but mostly Splint, Scope, and Spot.

Enjoy!!!

The rally is over, the newsies have won, and Scope is almost ready to celebrate. Almost.

She hadn't wanted to come here at all. She hadn't wanted to risk her friends. She told Spot not to come — of course, Spot overruled that decision and came anyway (a little later than expected, but still came) and saved the day like she always did. Scope supposes that Spot's gut was right, because the other kids would have been up the river before you could say "strike" without Brooklyn.

Scope came to follow orders and protect her friends. She'd do anything for Spot, even when she didn't want to. And she had to look after the other girls. There weren't many of them, but the only person who watched them just as sharply as Scope did was Spot, and Spot had business to take care of.

When all is said and done and Brooklyn reunites with the addition of Stray's Manhattan brother and the infamous Racetrack Higgins (holding Joey's hand in one of his and Spot's hand in the other), Scope notices that one person is missing: Her bunkmate, Splint.

Alarm bells sound in her head. She interrupts whatever triumphant smiley conversation the other newsies are having to inform Spot about Splint, and they all run off to look for her.

It's not like Splint is defenseless. In fact, she fights well when she's not injured. It's just that she's always injured. The only time Scope has ever seen her completely healed was when she picked a fight with a boy who looked at Pips wrong, and she won the fight but fell on her face and rebroke her arm immediately after. 

Spot, Joey, and Race come with Scope, and it takes them a while to find Splint, but eventually they locate her in the back of a dark alley, and she doesn't look so good.

Stray and her brother are already there, crouched over Splint. A dog is sitting next to Splint and resting its snout on her chest. Her broken arm is elevated and resting on the dog's back, except it's twisted the wrong way and bleeding profusely. There's a gash on the side of her face, from her cheek all the way to her neck. Stray is holding Splint's good hand in her own, telling her a story. Scope rushes in and takes her spot, trying not to cry.

"What the hell happened?" Spot asks, her voice cold as steel with rage. Spot's anger is never warm like fire or wet with tears, always cold as ice — or a blade.

"I got soaked," Splint croaks, and just hearing her speak was painful. Blood dribbles out of her mouth, and Scope wipes it with her sleeve.

"Two on one… no — no chance." She says.

"Im going to rip this city down brick by brick," Scope promises. "Let's get you back home." She says, trying to lift her friend up. Splint is limp in her arms, and seems to be fading far away. Scope stifles a sob and sits down, Splint draped over her knees. 

"Hildy! Lucky! Ritz! Raf! Pips!" Spot calls to the rest of Brooklyn, who stand at the mouth of the alley. They run over and Pips hides in Rafaela's side when she sees Splint, and Hildy claps a hand over her mouth. 

"Splint's hurt. Bad." Is all Scope can manage to say. She doesn't say that Splint might die right here in her arms partly because she doesn't want to scare Rafaela and Pips, who are the youngest of them, and partly because the child part of her brain reasons that if she doesn't put that thought into the world, it won't come true.

"Girls?" Splint asks weakly, and Scope gives her a squeeze as Spot assures her that they're all there. 

"Stay with us, Splint, please stay." Scope murmurs. 

"'m gonna be fine. C'mon, let's get to the… let's go home. Scope'll fix me right up again like always." Splint says. She tries to sit up but barely makes it halfway before falling back into Scope's lap. Scope cradles her head in her arms.

"It's alright. We don't hafta go anywhere just yet. I don't think it's such a good idea."

"Whatever you say, Scopey. Your gut's always right." Splint smiles and laughs to herself. "Except that one time. Remember when you thought — ow, ah, gee it hurts to talk —"

"When I thought there was a man outside of the lodge house and it was just one of Stray's dogs? Yeah, of course I do." Scope says quietly. She'd woken up after a particularly bad nightmare from her life on the streets and got paranoid about the noises outside. It was the only time she'd ever been wrong, and the other newsies wouldn't let her live it down. Especially not Splint, who she'd woken up in the middle of the night to warn. But Splint was also the only person Scope told about the nightmare, and had comforted her the rest of the night — even letting Scope climb into her bunk.

"That gave us all a good laugh," Stray chuckles.

"Don't let her forget." Splint coughs, and more blood spills out of her mouth. 

"We won't." Spot promises. She's trying to hold it together. Scope can see it on her face. She's trying so hard to be strong for her girls, but what about herself? She needs to feel, too. Then again, Scope knows Spot doesn't like to feel. She thinks feelings get in the way of her purpose. Scope knows because she feels the same. She needs to be strong for Splint. She doesn't want to be a blubbering mess in her best friend's last moments.

"Don't go. You don't have to go, do you? You said I'd — You said I'd bring you home and fix you up. Maybe…" Scope whispers, but she trails off when Splint lifts a finger to her lips.

"I know what I said. But I ain't no fool, Scope. You know that."

"Oh, Splint…" Scope watches a tear fall from her own face onto Splint's and wills herself to stop crying. She remembers a story a young woman told her while she was on the streets about a girl crying onto her dying love — her tears had been magic, and brought her love back to life. That was a child's story, though, and Splint didnt magically heal.

"Don't let Ritz take my bunk and keep you up all night with her tapping and singing."

"Splint, don't talk like that…"

"I can talk… however I like, thank you very much."

"Damn right." Lucky says, and when Scope looks up at her, she's holding onto Ritz for dear life, who's covering her face and shaking.

"I —" Splint says and reaches out with her good arm before wincing and settling back down, looking more pained than before. 

"It's okay, Splint. If it hurts, you can let go." Joey murmurs, moving forward to push Splint's hair out of her eyes.

Spot nods. "Brooklyn's here." Her voice trembles as she speaks.

"Loud and clear." Everyone repeats softly.

Splint smiles. "I love you all." She closes her eyes, and they don't open again. Each newsie come up and says their goodbyes, and Scope finally lets herself cry.

[goldfades]

a bengal welcome | JOE BURROW⁹ [009]

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MASTERLIST

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.3k

⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | bengals meeting hayes for the first time!

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | nothing but fluff!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the console between you. Hayes was securely strapped into his car seat in the back, his tiny fists waving in the air like he was orchestrating a symphony.

"You sure we’ve got everything?" Joe asked, glancing at you as you double-checked the baby bag for the third time.

"Diapers, wipes, formula, bottles, extra clothes, his favorite blanket," you listed off, zipping the bag shut with a decisive tug. "Yep, I think we’re good. Unless Hayes has something catastrophic planned, but let’s pray he doesn’t."

Joe chuckled under his breath. “He’s my kid. Odds aren’t great.”

You shot him a playful glare, leaning back in your seat. “Well, let’s hope he takes after me in the ‘not causing chaos’ department.”

The spring sun streamed through the windows, the light dancing over Joe’s profile. He wore a casual hoodie and a cap pulled low, but the little flickers of excitement in his eyes gave him away. Despite his laid-back demeanor, you knew he was looking forward to this.

It wasn’t just any gathering—it was the first time Joe’s teammates would be meeting Hayes, and Ja’Marr had insisted on hosting a little welcome-baby party at his place. You could already picture the chaos waiting for you there, with half the Bengals ready to turn a simple gathering into an impromptu celebration.

“I bet Ja’Marr has some wild decorations,” you said, watching the scenery pass outside.

“Guaranteed,” Joe replied with a smirk. “He texted me a picture of a balloon arch at like 2 a.m. last night.”

You laughed, imagining Ja’Marr staying up late to perfect the setup. “Well, at least he’s taking his duties as ‘honorary uncle’ seriously.”

The drive passed quickly, and before you knew it, Joe was pulling into Ja’Marr’s driveway, which was lined with cars and a few oversized SUVs that you recognized as belonging to other players. Sure enough, there was a massive balloon arch at the entrance, spelling out Welcome Baby Hayes! in bold, glittering letters.

“Subtle,” Joe muttered, grinning as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

You glanced back at Hayes, who was wide-eyed and babbling nonsense to his stuffed tiger. “Alright, baby boy,” you said softly. “Let’s go meet Dad’s other family.”

Joe grabbed the baby bag while you carefully lifted Hayes out of his car seat, holding him close as the two of you walked up to the door. The second you stepped inside, the noise hit—a chorus of cheers and shouts greeting you like a wave.

“There he is!”

“Joey B and Baby B!”

“Look at this little guy!”

The Bengals were in full force, a mix of giant smiles, loud voices, and open arms. Ja’Marr was the first to approach, grinning ear to ear as he took in the sight of Hayes.

“Man, he’s even smaller than I thought,” Ja’Marr said, bending down slightly to get a better look. “What’s up, little guy? I’m your Uncle Ja’Marr. You’re gonna hear a lot about me.”

Hayes blinked at him, his tiny face scrunching up like he wasn’t sure how to feel about the towering man in front of him.

“Give him some space, Chase,” Tee Higgins joked, nudging Ja’Marr aside. “You’re probably scaring the poor kid.”

“Scaring him?” Ja’Marr shot back, feigning offense. “I’m the most likable guy in the room.”

You laughed, adjusting Hayes in your arms as Joe stepped in beside you, offering nods and grins to his teammates. “He’s already used to noise, trust me,” you said.

As the party got underway, the team took turns fawning over Hayes. Sam Hubbard tried to cradle him like a football, earning a sharp “don’t even think about it” from you, while Evan McPherson made Hayes giggle with a silly face. Even the usually stoic players softened around your baby, their towering frames and booming voices taking on a gentle edge.

“He’s got your baby blues,” Tyler Boyd remarked to Joe, who had settled next to you on the couch, looking proud and a little overwhelmed by all the attention.

“Yeah,” Joe said, glancing at Hayes with a faint smile. “He’s a good mix of both of us, though.”

You smiled, leaning into Joe’s side as Hayes cooed and wiggled in your lap. It was chaos, sure, but the good kind—the kind that made you feel surrounded by love and warmth.

The party buzzed on, filled with warm chatter and soft laughter, but Joe’s focus never wavered. Hayes had become the star of the show, passed around like a delicate treasure as each of Joe’s teammates clamored for a turn to hold him.

“Alright, my turn,” Tee Higgins declared, holding out his arms.

You glanced at Joe, who was standing just a few steps away, his shoulders tense as if Hayes might suddenly sprout wings and fly out of someone’s grip.

Tee chuckled. “Relax, man. I’ve got nieces and nephews. I know what I’m doing.”

Joe hesitated, his jaw tightening before he finally nodded. “Just… make sure his head’s supported.”

“Got it, Dad,” Tee replied with a teasing grin. He carefully scooped Hayes out of your arms, holding him securely. “See? No problem.”

Joe crossed his arms, his eyes glued to Hayes like a hawk watching its prey. His lips pressed into a thin line every time Hayes wiggled or let out a tiny noise.

“You’re gonna burn a hole into Tee’s face if you keep staring like that,” you whispered to Joe, nudging him lightly.

“He’s fine,” Joe muttered, though his feet shifted as if he were ready to lunge at any moment.

Ja’Marr sidled up beside him, clapping him on the back. “Man, you’ve gotta chill. Hayes is cool. Tee’s not gonna drop him.”

“Yeah, I know,” Joe replied quickly. But his body language said otherwise, every muscle taut as he watched Tee sway gently with Hayes, making goofy faces that earned a few soft coos from the baby.

As the night went on, each teammate took their turn. Evan, with his steady kicker’s hands, rocked Hayes expertly, drawing a rare smile from Joe. Even the defensive linemen, whose hands were more accustomed to crushing quarterbacks than cradling babies, handled Hayes with surprising gentleness.

Sam leaned down to whisper something to Hayes, his voice soft but gruff. “Alright, little guy. In a few years, we’ll get you in pads, yeah?”

“Over my dead body,” Joe shot back, his voice sharp enough to draw a laugh from the room.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Joe. His protectiveness wasn’t new, but seeing it in action with Hayes added a new layer to the man you already loved. There was something endearing about the way he hovered, his eyes darting from one set of hands to the next, his whole demeanor a mixture of pride and quiet panic.

Finally, Ja’Marr got his turn, holding Hayes with a confidence that rivaled Joe’s own. “See? This is how you do it,” he said, rocking Hayes like a natural.

Joe didn’t respond, but his eyes stayed locked on Hayes, his lips twitching every time the baby shifted.

“Alright, alright,” Ja’Marr teased, handing Hayes back to you. “Before Joey B has a heart attack.”

Joe exhaled audibly as Hayes was safely returned to your arms. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against Hayes’s back as if to reassure himself.

“He was fine, you know,” you said softly, smiling up at him.

“I know,” Joe murmured, his hand lingering. “But he’s… I just don’t like being too far from him.”

Your heart softened at his words, and you leaned into his side, letting Hayes settle comfortably between you.

“Welcome to fatherhood,” you said with a grin.

Joe finally relaxed, his arm draping over your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his gaze still on Hayes. “I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

[luvlymonae]

fuckin love these two

[burreauxpop]

SHOTGUN ~ (joe burrow x [f] reader)

uhhh tbh never written blurbs or anything like that before! so if this is bad, i apologize ^^ but i saw a post about shotgunning with cigar!joe and thought i’d write about it. hope you enjoy! also yes, this is set in an alternate reality where the bengals won the superbowl.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: cigar!joe, shy!reader, smoking (obviously), suggestive, cut off smut (allusions to it as well), MDNI, exhibition if you squint?, joe praising the reader, joe likes ass…that’s about it! + a small tee and ja’marr cameo.

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the team did it. they won the super bowl.

as the players piled into the locker room, traces of orange and white confetti fell from their shoulders, and their spirits were high. finally, the hard work of this season had paid off.

the boys had all taken showers before coming back out into the main area, where food was brought in, as well as some drinks, and…cigars. you knew that after any major achievement (and winning the superbowl is no small feat), joe liked to smoke a cigar. and holy hell, did he look absolutely hot while doing it.

you walked into the locker room, having been guided by a few escorts. when joe’s eyes landed on you, he smiled, a big one; he always smiled when it came to you. you were a source of happiness and support for him, and he knew that you were his biggest cheerleader. he’d never take your love for him for granted. plus, you looked cute, sporting some bengals merch and having your makeup on.

“hey, baby,” he greeted you sweetly, holding his arm out for you. without hesitation, you jog up to him, giving him a tight hug. he chuckled, his chest rumbling slightly as he does. “thanks for coming, love.”

with a warm smile, you look up at him as his hand caressed your waist sweetly. “of course, hun. i wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you murmur gently. and that was true; even in your own busy life, you made time for joe and his achievements.

joe sits on a nearby bench, gently holding your hand and guiding you onto his lap. you watched as he lit up a cigar that had been passed to him by a teammate. he inhaled, taking a drag of the cigar before exhaling and holding it between his fingers. the way his chest would rise and fall, especially in that tight black shirt…it sent shivers throughout your body. you thought it was the most attractive thing ever, but of course, you were a bit too shy to say that.

you weren’t too shy to stare, that’s for sure. you couldn’t help but watch as joe laughed and interacted with his teammates. his occasional smirk as he took a drag of the cigar. he’s an attractive man; he’s always kind of known that. and he knows you like it.

“you know…you’re not slick with your staring, babe,” joe snickered, raising an eyebrow as he saw your sheepish, but attractive gaze. he placed his fingers on your chin, looking deeply into your eyes. his lips wrap around the cigar and he inhales, his stare trailing over all the features on your face; your (insert color here) eyes, slightly flushed cheeks, and your supple lips.

before he exhales, he pulls the cigar away, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours softly. as he kisses you, smoke fills your mouth. it’s a foreign feeling, causing you to gasp slightly at the warm air. nonetheless, you inhale, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

as he pulled away, his voice was a slight purr, his hand around you moving down toward your ass. “you’re such a sweet girl, hm?” he hums, his grip on you slightly tightening as he speaks. “so beautiful and loving.”

as joe held your chin, his thumb delicately swiped across your plush bottom lip. “come on, pretty girl,” he coaxed, feeling the softness of the skin under the pad of his thumb.

“open your mouth.”

you nod, looking up at him and parting your lips. after all, when he spoke oh-so-sweetly despite his sensual gaze, it’s easy to want to please him.

“good girl,” he praised, still gently rubbing your lip. slowly, he brings the cigar to your lips, his gaze meeting yours. god. it was something about the way your eyes would peer up at his. the innocent shine to them and how they showed the fact that you were hopelessly devoted to him. only him. if he were to say it didn’t turn him on beyond belief, he’d be absolutely lying.

“inhale,” he guided, gently caressing your cheek as you did what he asked. he knew this was a bit new for you after all. “that’s it princess, you can take it,” he continued to murmur, the husk in his voice ultimately covering your skin with goosebumps. it’s attractive.

after you finish inhaling the cigar smoke, joe grins, desire flicking over him as he leans in and kisses you, causing you to exhale the smoke into his mouth. a satisfied groan escapes him as his hand moves back down to your rear, gripping it. your lips against his was enough to drive him insane, and the stimulation added with the cigar smoke increased all his feelings tenfold.

“so good and sweet for me,” he mumbles as he pulls away for a moment, taking one final drag of his cigar before putting it out on a nearby tray. both of his muscular arms pulled you closer, your hips pressing against his. you could feel just how aroused he was, his hard-on pressing against your thigh. “you look so fucking good, y/n,” he groaned, kissing you once again, smoke flooding from his mouth into yours.

his hands sought refuge on your waist, just under your shirt. your tongues gently but wantonly moved against each other, faint gasps and moans leaving your lips. it was basically as if time stood still, despite the bustling of a few others around. but, they didn’t question it. after all, they figured that joe needed to get laid anyway. he deserved it.

“fuck, joe…” you gasped, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from the rough kissing.

“was that an invitation? after all,” joe tilted his head, his hand moving up your body and gently cupping your breast, “i think i deserve a reward for an awesome super bowl win.”

you nod, a flustered but eager smile on your lips. “yeah…you do…” you pant out softly.

“great. now lets get some privacy. unless you want the others to hear you screaming my name?” joe teased.

“absolutely not.”

with that, joe stood up effortlessly, with you in his arms as he walked off. he couldn’t wait to celebrate with his good girl.

meanwhile…

ja’marr and tee were leaning back, snacking on the food provided as they watched you and joe head out.

“how long do you think they’ll be goin' at it?” ja’marr asked, popping a grape into his mouth.

“shit…knowing the season we’ve had…probably until the sunrise,” tee laughed, shaking his head, “but good for them. more material for us to clown joe with later.”

ja’marr chuckled, bumping tee’s fist. “you’re right about that.”

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whew!!! like i said, this is my first time writing and publishing something like this on tumblr. but i hope it was a fun read! it was a fun write :]]]

SONGS I LISTENED TO WHILE WRITING

- love talk by wayv

- partition by beyoncé

- guy.exe by superfruit

- sticky by tyler the creator

- love shot by exo

[joeywifey]

Photo dump to end the season!😭🧡🖤

[honeydippedfiction]

I just know Tee and Ja’Marr argue over who is Zariyah’s favorite uncle, DAILY

They do! One does one thing and the other automatically tries to one up the other as well...

In the Bengals locker room, there's always a little friendly competition—but lately, it's taken a whole new twist. This time, it’s not about who’s got the best hands or who’s faster in drills—it’s all about Zariyah, Joe Burrow and his wife Angel’s 4-month-old baby girl. And the two main contenders for the title of “Favorite Uncle”? None other than Tee Higgins and Ja’Marr Chase.

It started off as some harmless banter during a team flight. Ja’Marr casually mentioned that Zariyah gave him “the biggest smile ever” during a visit to Joe and Angel’s house. Tee wasn’t having it. “Bro, she literally fell asleep in my arms. That’s trust. That’s real love,” he fired back.

Joe just laughed, shaking his head. “Y’all are ridiculous. She’s four months old. She smiles at ceiling fans.”

But that didn’t stop them. Ja’Marr brought a tiny stuffed tiger the next time he visited—"so she remembers who her real favorite is," he claimed. Tee upped the ante with a personalized baby Bengals jersey that read “Uncle Tee” across the back.

Team practices started including little digs between drills.

“Hey Tee, she spit up after you held her last time—coincidence?” “Ja’Marr, she literally stopped crying when I played Baby Shark. That's called influence.”

Even Zariyah’s baby bag became a battleground. One day it had a miniature No. 1 onesie inside (Ja’Marr’s number), and the next it was mysteriously replaced with a No. 5 bib from Tee.

Angel, meanwhile, just sat back and watched the whole thing unfold with a grin. “Honestly, it’s cute. Zariyah has so many uncles who love her already,” she said. “But between you and me, I think she knows how to play them both.”

Joe added, “At the end of the day, I’m just glad she’s surrounded by so much love… but if they start trying to run routes in my living room to impress her, we’re gonna have a problem.”

And as for Zariyah? Well, she just giggles, blows raspberries, and drools on everyone equally. A true diplomat—already taking after her dad. (Her favorite is Sam but don't tell Ja'Marr or Tee that).

[stone2luvvv]

unseen pics of joe 🥹🥹

[nflballgirl]

alexa play houdini by eminem

[lovecincy]

Rares :)

[undescribed1mage]

Marriott 🤝 Uksies is my favoritest thing in the world. The idea that the Buttons that Splint's love interest is would be Marriott Buttons is my favoritest thing in the world. Josh Barnett Racetrack being Joey's cousin is my favoritest thing in the world.

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

For an art request... The Higgins cousins perhaps? :0

Shes threatening to hit him with the newspaper bc she hates the smell of the smoke

[zachbryanandbooks]

Real conversation I had with my parents

"me and my dad talking about football"

My dad: wow kid i didn't know you liked football so much

My mom from the kitchen: SHE ONLY WATCHES BECAUSE THE PLAYERS ARE HOT

[burreauxpop]

our star, sun, and moon ⭐️☀️🌙

(almost cried when making this istg…they CANNOT be broken up)

[joeywifey]

I feel in love with this man all over again🫠🫠