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JUSTIN HERBERT & JIM HARBAUGH 🩵

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bad268 · 3 months

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Hi I love your work can you write about justin and a reporter ask a question about you( your relationship is unknown) and he’s loses his temper a lil but Is also trying not to disclose anything.

Private, But Not Secret (Justin Herbert X Reporter! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/NFL

Requested: Clearly (I love him so much)

Warnings: mentions of when Justin broke his leg in college

Pronouns: Third person (They/them)

W.C. 1031

Summary: A reporter takes a question too far, so Justin takes evasive action.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It all started when they met in college, the University of Oregon. Y/n, a sports journalism major, and Justin, a science major on the football team. A match made in heaven, one would say. Their classes did not overlap a lot, but Y/n was assigned to cover the football team. It was only natural for the two to spark something.

They began hanging out outside of the games and practices during the summer of their junior year and became official at the end of the football season. The two decided to keep it between themselves because the last thing they needed was people making comments about the quarterback and a journalist being together.

Fast forward a few years, Justin is doing well with the LA Chargers and Y/n has established themself with CBS. Y/n was the lead journalist when it came to the LA Chargers, and they were always reporting on Sundays. Their relationship remained strong, and no one other than their respective families and closest friends knew of the two.

Even though they were on the down low, everyone could see that Justin had a soft spot for Y/n in conferences. No matter the outcome of the game, Justin would smile and give very detailed responses. Heck, he would even banter back and forth with them!

One game in particular, Y/n could not attend. Y/n was visiting family, so they asked one of their newer reporters to fill their space. The game was pretty good for the LA Chargers and Justin with him throwing three touchdowns and running one in himself. Despite being at their parents’ house, Y/n turned on the post-game conference just as Justin came on the stage. All of the journalists were congratulating Justin and asking game-related questions until it got to one reporter.

“Perla with CBS,” she started, Y/n immediately recognized the voice as their coworker who filled in for them. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my colleague, Y/n, is not here today.”

“No, I noticed,” Justin chuckled. “They’re at every game and every press conference, so it’s nice to see them taking a break.”

“Many people, myself included, have noticed that you two seem to have a stronger bond than just reporter and player,” Perla scoffed. Immediately, Y/n could sense where the question was going, and so could Justin. “Is there anything happening behind the scenes between you two?”

“That has nothing to do with the game, and frankly, it’s none of your business,” Justin answered monotonously.

“I mean, it’s obvious to everyone that Y/n doesn’t have the proper experience to have this job, so it’s clear that they’re doing some ‘behind the scenes’ favors,” Perla continued, completely disregarding Justin’s first answer and obvious distaste for the question.

“First off, don’t ever talk down on someone like Y/n who is higher up than you,” Justin started off, glaring at Perla through the crowd. “Second, if we were in a relationship, how would I have any say in their job? I have no personal connection to CBS, and I just don’t have that power. Lastly, if you’re going to keep talking shit, you can leave, and we’ll make sure that CBS knows how you aren’t actually working within your role. I don’t think your boss would appreciate that his sports reporter is poking her nose around in topics that don’t deal with sports, right?”

“Are you threatening me?” Perla gasped, surrounding reporters were eating it up. Justin was known for being quiet and reserved, so seeing him lash back was a one in a million shot.

“It’s not a threat, it’s a promise,” Justin replied. “Slander against Y/n will not be tolerated, especially when I know that they specifically chose you for this gig because they believed in you.”

After the conference, Justin called Y/n on his way home.

“Thank you for standing up for me, J,” Y/n greeted almost immediately after answering the phone. “People need to learn to stay in their own lane.”

“I’ll always defend you,” Justin laughed. “We do need to talk to your boss about that, though. That was unacceptable.”

“I really thought Perla was just misunderstood,” Y/n replied sadly. “Turns out she’s just out for drama.”

“If people are going to keep asking about it,” Justin started, “how would you feel about us announcing us? We could be private but not secret, and I’ll make sure to add that we’ve been together since junior year.”

“If I get to help choose the pictures and the caption, I think it would be best,” Y/n admitted. “Plus, you kind of already outed us during the conference when you said ‘we’ will make sure that CBS knows.”

“For fucks sake,” Justin chuckled in disbelief. “I tried so hard to keep it hidden.”

“Well, now we don’t need to,” Y/n comforted. “Remember, private but not secret from now on.”

The next game day came faster than either were prepared for. Both shared two pictures to their Instagrams with the caption, “Five years and counting.” One of them was taken during the off-season, and the other was of the two sitting on the couch with Justin’s broken leg and Y/n dressed up as a nurse from junior year. The posts gained a lot of traction, but it was now in the open. Neither wanted to change that.

After the game and another win for the LA Chargers, there was, of course, another conference. This time, Y/n was back in their place.

“Y/n with CBS,” they smiled as Justin looked their way. “First off, congratulations on announcing your relationship. You two look very happy together.”

“Thanks,” Justin laughed at the brief teasing. "We've been through a lot together. Couldn't see myself without them, honestly."

“That's cute, but I would rather talk about that last play though,” Y/n quickly got on topic. “A 69-yard throw to Keenan Allen for the game-winning touchdown. With this win, you helped secure your place at the top of your division and a place in the playoff. Tell me, does your arm hurt with these long throws?”

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#justin herbert x reader #justin herbert #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert fanfic #la chargers #los angeles chargers #nfl #national football league #nfl football #nfl imagine #nfl fan fic #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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jherbo10 · 1 month

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Thanks to Elle for the reminder that paintball Justin exists ❤️

This man’s humor is my favorite 🥰 he’s got me grinning too much 🤭

🎥:Darealmike_dub

#justin with Mike and Keenan 🫠🥲#this man 🥰#hope you enjoy these clips I gathered of Justin #justin herbert #mike williams #football #nfl #la chargers #nfl football #los angeles chargers

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iheartjustinh · 7 months

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pov: ur in a relationship with justin herbert

#justin herbert #los angeles chargers #nfl football #justin herbert imagine

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w1ldthoughts · 9 months

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Killer Kravings

A/n: Happy preseason game day! Here’s some cute Justin fluff for ya.

Warnings: pregnancy

Follow-up piece

You really did try to go to sleep. You readjusted the pregnancy pillow to where you wanted it, a few times, turned up the fan from your phone and even scrolled mindlessly through Tik Tok for an hour with your headphones in but nothing could take the one thing on your mind: cinnamon French toast and a vanilla shake from Canter’s Deli. The only issue was that it was 1:42am and Justin was soundly asleep next to you. You didn’t want to risk waking him up and disrupting his sleep schedule three days before a game but you also knew that the only way you’d be able to get some sleep tonight is if you made this tiny road trip.

As stealthy and quietly as you could get out of bed at 33 weeks pregnant, you grabbed a hoodie to pair with your Nike sweat shorts and headed to the closet to find some shoes. You were prepped and ready to go until you noticed your husband sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Where are you headed off to?” His voice was a bit hoarse from not using it for a few hours. And probably from celebrating and cheering with the guys all throughout practice this week.

You’d been busted. “I can’t sleep and the baby really wants a vanilla shake from Canter’s and—”

“Canter’s? That’s like an hour away babe, you’re not going by yourself.” Justin huffs out a breath, standing up and giving his body a quick stretch, attempting to soothe the sore muscles that have accumulated a lot of wear and tear throughout the season. “Give me like two minutes, I’ll drive.”

“No it’s fine, I’ll be right back. You can go back to sleep, it’s Raiders week.”

He laughs and grabs a T-shirt and shoes, quickly getting dressed. Once he was finished, he stood up to place a tender kiss to your forehead. “It is Raiders week but I’ve got an important mission to accomplish right now. Let’s go get you and my baby some Canter’s.”

Although you felt a little guilty for waking him up, you secretly relished in the moments you got to spend alone with Justin during football season. Most of the time you only saw him for a few hours at a time when he wasn’t at the facility or watching film and you’d even taken up watching game tape so much that you could probably break down most NFL defenses if you wanted to. But this season was a little different with the pending arrival of your first child. Baby Herbert was going to be half you and half him and you’d never seen him so excited and ready for this next chapter of your lives.

Justin always talked about how his dad had shaped him as a person and he modeled the way he lived after Mark Herbert and the thought of having his own kid to look after and take care of created this glow of joy around him everywhere he went. And it made him even sexier if you were honest. Although the season was busy he was even more attentive and caring than before which you didn’t think was possible. He attended every doctors appointment 15 minutes early, read more baby books than you had, downloaded a pregnancy app to track the baby’s growth as well as tracking your sleep while he was on the road. It was sweet. You couldn’t wait to watch him walk around your house holding a tiny baby in his large hands. But there was also the fact that you’d decided to procreate with a man who was 6’6 and weighed 240 pounds so maybe…baby Herbert could just stay in there a little while longer.

Two and a half hours later, you were back home sitting at the kitchen counter ready to dig into the meal that you had been thinking about for approximately five hours.

“Do you want some?” You asked him in between bites, letting out a satisfied moan.

You hear a small laugh behind you as he places his hands around your bump, making tiny circles with his thumbs. “I’m okay baby, I’ll just wait til you’re done so we can head upstairs.”

“Thanks for taking me J. I’m sorry for interrupting your sleep.”

“Eh I’ll be fine. As long as my girls are okay, I’m good.” He responds with a peck as he helps you up the stairs.

“Well your girls appreciate it. And we’re so lucky to have you.” You yawn as you climb back into bed, Justin covering the two of you with the duvet. He cuddled into you as you hugged your pillow once again, sleep quickly taking over.

Just when you thought you couldn’t love him any more, you made him a dad and the love you had for him increased tenfold.

#justin herbert #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert x reader #nfl imagine #los angeles chargers

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ilovejustinherbert · 4 months

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#justin herbert #los angeles chargers #nfl

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winguontheweb · 4 months

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We love Scorigami and also women doing hot girl shit

#cw blood #wingu #winguthings #los angeles chargers #las vegas raiders #fox #zebra #zebstrika #football #nfl #mascot #furry #anthro

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lifeofpriya · 4 months

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Never Forget You - Justin Herbert

[gif credit goes to @seblogy]

summary: Justin opens up to you about his parenting fears...

You awake to the soft glow of the morning light streaming through the windows, the weight of Justin's arm draped over your waist, and the warmth of his chest pressed against your back. You inhale deeply, savoring the familiar scent of his skin and the slight hint of sweat from a restless sleep. You stretch lazily, arching your back and rolling over to face him, a contented smile spreading across your lips. As you gaze at his sleeping face, you can't help but feel a sense of peace and love wash over you.

You carefully extricate yourself from his embrace, slipping out of bed and padding across the soft carpet to the nursery. The door is slightly ajar, and you pause for a moment, taking in the sight of your daughter sleeping soundly in her crib. Her tiny fingers are curled into the sheets, and her rosy cheeks are flushed from a dream-filled slumber. You can't help but feel a surge of pride and love for this beautiful little girl who has brought so much joy into your life.

As you stand there watching her, Justin joins you in the doorway, his eyes meeting yours over her head. He looks at her with the same mix of awe and adoration that you feel, and you're reminded of why you fell in love with him in the first place. You reach out and take his hand, interlacing your fingers, and feel the warmth of his palm against your skin.

"She really is something, isn't she?" Justin whispers, his voice barely above a whisper.

"She is," you reply, squeezing his hand. "She's perfect."

You watch as Justin leans down, his lips brushing against her forehead before he straightens back up. There's a vulnerability in his eyes that you've seen before, but not since before the season started. It's a look of longing, of fear that he's already losing a piece of her heart to his career. You take a deep breath, knowing that you have to address this, even though it's not going to be easy.

"Justin, I know you're worried about her forgetting you," you begin, your voice gentle but steady. "But she won't. No matter how much time you spend away, she'll always remember who you are, and she'll always love you."

He turns to look at you, his eyes searching your face for reassurance. "How can you be so sure?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey the depth of your love and faith in him. "Because I've seen the way she lights up when you walk into the room. Because she knows your voice, even when you're on the phone. Because she's going to grow up surrounded by pictures of you, and videos of you throwing a football and laughing with your family. She's going to know who you are, Justin. She'll never forget you."

There's a flicker of hope in his eyes, and you can see him beginning to believe you. "I want to be there for her," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to be the kind of dad who's there for every little thing, every big moment."

You reach up, cupping his cheek in your hand, and brush a stray hair from his forehead. "You already are, Justin. You're the best father she could ask for. And no matter how busy your career gets, you'll always make time for her. You'll always be there for her big moments, and the little ones too."

You can feel the tension begin to ease from his shoulders as he leans into your touch. "I just want her to be proud of me," he whispers.

You smile gently and nod, your heart swelling with love for this man who has given you the most beautiful gift in the world. "She already is," you assure him. "She's proud of you, Justin. She knows how hard you work, and how much you love her."

You step closer, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him against your chest. His heart is racing, but you can feel it begin to steady under your touch. You know that you're the one who makes him feel safe, who calms his fears. It's a role you take on willingly, because you know that you're stronger together.

"You are so much more than just a football player, Justin," you say, your voice soft and earnest. "You're a husband, a father, a son, a brother. You're a man of integrity and kindness. You've overcome so much, and you've come so far. Your little girl is going to grow up knowing that she can be anything she wants to be, because she'll have you as an example of what it means to work hard, to be brave, and to never give up on your dreams."

You can feel him relax further into your embrace, his body going lax against yours. You know that he's taking in every word, letting them sink in and reassure him. He's strong, this man you love, but even the strongest of us sometimes need to hear those words.

"You're going to be amazing, Justin," you whisper, kissing the top of his head. "I know you're going to go out there and show everyone what you're made of. And when you come home, you'll be the best dad she could ask for. You'll make time for her, you'll play with her, you'll teach her all about life and love and laughter."

You can feel him nod against your chest, and you know that he's finally starting to believe it. You pull back just enough to look him in the eye and see the hope there. "Because that's what family is all about," you say, your voice steady and sure. "It's about being there for each other, through everything. It's about loving someone so much that you'd do anything for them, and being there to catch them when they fall."

He looks at you with such tenderness, and it takes everything in you not to break down right then and there. "You're right," he whispers. "I can do this."

You smile, relief washing over you as you see the weight begin to lift from his shoulders. "I know you can," you say, stroking his cheek. "You're stronger than you know, Justin. And you're not alone. I'm here for you, and so is our little family. We've got this."

The words seem to give him newfound courage, and he squares his shoulders, standing a little taller. "Thanks, babe," he says, kissing you softly on the lips. "I love you."

You return the sentiment, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the thought of this man being your partner in life. "I love you too, Justin. And I'm here for you, always. We're in this together, no matter what."

Just as Justin was about to respond, Jordan let out a soft yawn as she started to wake up from her dream-filled slumber. She slowly blinked her eyes open to find her dad staring at her with a slight smile on his face.

"Hi, sweetie," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Did you have a good dream?"

Justin knew she wouldn't respond as she wasn't at the age to begin talking, but instead, she stared at him with her big blueish-green eyes she inherited from him.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" he asked, turning his head to look at you. His eyes were filled with such love and pride that it brought tears to your eyes. You nodded, unable to speak for a moment as you watched your husband gaze at your daughter with such adoration.

Jordan seemed to sense the emotion in the room as she cooed softly, her little hands reaching up toward her father. Justin smiled down at her, his heart swelling with love. "Hey there, little one," he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "You're going to change the world, you know that? You're going to make it a better place."

He turned to look at you, his eyes shining with hope. "And you're right," he continued. "She's going to grow up knowing that she can be anything she wants to be. She's going to have two incredible role models in her life, both of whom love her more than anything else in this world."

As he spoke, you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride yourself. You'd never felt so complete, so whole, as the moment you'd first laid eyes on your daughter. The love you had for her was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, and watching Justin with her only made that love grow stronger.

"She's lucky to have you as her father," you whispered, kissing Justin's cheek. "You're going to be an amazing dad, Justin. You already are."

As they exchanged loving glances, you could feel the tension begin to ease from the room. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off their shoulders, at least for a moment. You knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but you also knew that they had each other, and that they could face anything together.

#justin herbert #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert imagines #nfl imagine #nfl imagines #los angeles chargers

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delayed-affection · 4 months

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Hi, I loved slumber party. Can u write about somehow convincing Justin to let u cut his hair or him asking u to cut his hair but it’s ends up really bad in your opinion but he likes it but the internet have a field day and u get upset and he defends u on social media

Uh oh

Oneshots Navigation

Justin Herbert x reader

Warnings: referred to as girlfriend once and her twice

Word count: 1.0k

His kind words and reassurance help to alleviate some of your guilt and embarrassment. Justin asked you to cut his hair for him you thought he had gone crazy. With his hair being a big part him and his image so it was weird that he was putting his trust in you.

And you were doing fine or at least you thought you were for a moment.

You were very careful with scissors, following his instructions to the best of your abilities but you’re honestly a visual learner and his instructions weren’t really of any help.

You tried your best to be careful, but each cut felt like a mistake and you felt increasingly frustrated.

By the time you had finished, you were tired and stressed out. Begging him to not look in the mirror.

You pull at his arm trying to get him to stop walking, “Please don’t look, I’ll get you a hat or a beanie that you could wear until it grows out.”

He chuckles as he unintentionally drags you to the bathroom with him, “It can’t be that bad.”

When you get to the bathroom you see his smile falter for a split second and that’s when you know it’s bad.

“You hate it.” You groan backing up into the wall.

He shakes his head and pulls you back over to him, “No… I don’t hate it, it’s just a little shorter than I expected.”

You look down at your hands, “It’s also choppy and one half of your head looks fuller than the other.”

"It's just a haircut, it's not a big deal." He tries to reassure you, but you’re still feeling a bit insecure.

“It’s YOUR hair and I messed it up, it is a big deal.” You argue.

He puts your face in his hands, making you look at him, “You did great and I like it. No correction I love it and I love you, okay?”

You nod, “I love you too but I still think it’s bad.”

He gives you a quick kiss, “Why are you being so difficult?”

“Why did you let me cut your hair?” You quip.

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A couple days go by and everyone has seen his hair, the media team even posted a tik tok asking the players what they thought about his new cut.

And let’s just say they didn’t hold back on there roasts, letting the world and you know that they all hated it.

Sitting on the couch you read through the comments and they were just as cruel as everyone else.

The embarrassment starts to set in and you can't believe you made such a terrible mistake with his hair.

You try to console yourself with the thought that it wasn't such a big deal and that his hair will grow out soon, he can wear a hat when he’s not wearing a helmet. But you can't shake the feeling that you completely fumbled something this big.

You continue to read through the comments, trying to find something encouraging or sympathetic, but there is none to be found.

Now, more than ever, you are completely regretful of your actions.

When Justin comes back home you’re quick to apologize over the haircut once more. He’s barely through the door when you come rushing over, phone still in hand.

“I’m so sorry, Justin, i should’ve listened to your instructions better. I should’ve just said no when you asked me.” You tell him but you were talking quite fast, “I knew it wasn’t good, I knew-“

He shuts the door and drops his bags, “Baby, baby, slow down. What are you talking about?”

“Your hair.” You stress, “Everyone is talking about it and how bad it is.”

He gives you a look screams what the hell are you talking about, “What? Who’s everyone?”

“The social team, the guys… every nfl fan ever.”

His face stays the same and he doesn’t respond, he really needs to look at his socials every now and then.

You had him your phone, “Look.”

You stand there as he watches the video, listening to jokes and comments his teammates made about his hair.

He turns off the phone and pulls you into a hug, "You know, it's really not that bad. My hair will grow back. In the meantime, I'm happy you tried to do something nice for me. I'm not upset, so don't worry about it, okay?" His kind words and reassurance help to alleviate some of your guilt and embarrassment.

He can tell that the comments are still getting to you a bit.

He sighs and slips your phone into his pocket, “No more phone for you.”

You try to move around him to grab it but he avoids every advance you make.

"It's for your own good." He adds with a smile, "Look how about we do something else?”

He pauses to think for a moment, “We could do that paint and sip thing you’re always talking about?”

~

Justin stands at the charger podium after practice, answering the questions being thrown at him by the press.

It’s nearing the end of the conference and no one has asked about his hair, Justin thought that he had lucked out.

Until a reporter asked, “What happened to your hair? Did you upset your barber?”

Though it was intended as a joke he knew how it would effect you.

He shrugs off the question, “Well my girlfriend did it and she already feels bad about it so please keep your comments to yourselves.”

Another reporter is called on to ask a question, “Can I ask was it her first time or…”

He gives them a short nod, “It was and I will admit I didn’t give the best instructions so it’s not her fault. And just as I told her, it’s just hair it’ll grow back. If people don’t like it, then they shouldn’t look at me.”

He knows he was a little rude with his last comment but if it means standing up for you, he’s fine with it. Plus he was getting quite fed up with everyone.

Now he can only hope that the unnecessary insults and hate calm down.

#justin herbert #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert x reader #justin herbert x yn #nfl oneshot #nfl imagine #los angeles chargers

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boltupbitches · 6 months

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How can I apply for this job?!?

(Also tighter and smaller the pads and jersey, the less area for o-line to grapple)

#joey bosa #la chargers #chargers #los angeles chargers

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0sincerelyella · 6 months

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Can I request one of Justin Herbert where you’re comforting him after a tough game, with lots of fluff, and it’s more of a night routine where they have dinner, watch tv, get ready for bed, cuddle! Thanks ☺️

I’m proud of you - Justin Herbert

Summary: Justin has a tough win, y/n will always be proud of him no matter what

notes: THIS IS SO EXCITING i don’t pay much attention to justin (being a bengals fan) but i do very much enjoy watching him play, so this should be fun:)

y/n turned off the TV with a sigh. she had just watched an absolutely devastating chargers loss. she couldn’t make it to the game, due to working late, and she knew it would take a toll on justin.

immediately y/n stood to start her after loss routine. knowing he’d be home in about two hours she began a quick meal.

she gathered every extra blanket in the house and sat them on their couch. she placed candles and the food on the coffee table. she grabbed his favorite pair of comfy clothes and set them beside the blankets, finally she put on his favorite movie, pressing pause, and awaited his arrival

when she heard keys in the door, she walked into the kitchen to greet him at the door. the door opened and justin tossed his duffle bag next to the door. “i’m home!” he called, a tired sound to his voice. y/n pulled him in a hug before he could even look up to see her. he smiled, taking a breath and instantly relaxing under her touch. “you did amazing justin, absolutely amazing im so so proud of you”

his hand rested behind her head and gripped her hair softly as he pulls her tighter into a hug. she knew he didn’t think so, but he wasn’t going to argue with her. he loves her and doesn’t want to hurt her “I love you” he whispers, rocking them side to side. “i love you too” she smiled, loving the hug. justin lifted his head, suddenly realizing there was a nice smell coming from the stove

“what is that smell?” he made his way into the kitchen with a happy smile on his face. “your favorite” y/n answered, holding his hand as he discovered a meatloaf in the oven, pieces already cut out of. “y/n, baby you didn’t have to” he looked as he was about to cry.

football meant a lot to him, he wanted nothing more than to bring his team to victory every game. but unfortunately it didn’t happen. the standard he held himself up to really hurt his ego sometimes. but every time without fail, y/n is at home, with his favorite food, his favorite clothes, and his favorite movie. she’s always there to take care of him, she’s his favorite girl.

justin grabbed the clothes off the couch and instantly changed like a kid ripping open a Christmas present. his smile got even bigger when he realized y/n was wearing matching pjs with his own. “oh my goodness” he said, picking her up and spinning her around in an excited happy manner. “i love you till the ends of the earth” justin held her so tightly, plopping them both on the couch.

“i love you justin, i love you so much it hurts” he kissed all over her face. y/n reached up to turn on the movie, high school musical, and they both leaned back on the couch.

justin held her to his chest as he recited the movie. he has seen this movie a million times and knew it like the back of his hand.

y/n traced hearts on his arms as she layed on his chest. justin kissed her head over and over in between every pause to sing the songs. justin stands up excitedly

“we’re sourin!” he pointed to y/n

“flyin” she started quietly

“there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach”

justin picked y/n up and sang to her like some stupid cheesy romance movie.

even though he lost his game today, he had his girl right by his side. he could care less, win, lose, he did what he loved to do and he had the girl of his dreams.

after the movie was over, y/n yawned, curling into justin’s side. “tired?” he asked, looking over at his girlfriend. she shook her head, barely able to keep her eyes open.

justin laughed, scooping her up into his arms much to her protest. she wiggled around in his arms and giggled. “put me down!” he shook his head, and ran up the stairs. he sat her on the bathroom counter and kissed her forehead “get ready for bed” he said, walking away and shutting their shared bedroom door.

“justinnnn!!!” she called, slouching in a pouty mood. “brush your teeth!” he called, presumably busy with something unknown.

y/n did as told, brushing her teeth and washing her face, she put her hair up and ran to the bedroom door, knocking like a mad woman “justin! i’m done and i’m tired let me in” justin waisted no time in letting her in, and she was met with blankets apon blankets stacked on the bed in a cozy nest, her favorite cartoons on the TV, and her favorite stuffed animals in the nest.

y/n squealed, running and jumping into the nest. she cuddled herself into the blankets, leaving justin at the door. “your such a jerk” he laughed, crawling into the blankets with her.

“i love you sweet girl” he said, kissing her face

“i love you too justin” she smiled, “oh and,” she turned around to face him

she placed a kiss to his lips with a soft

“i’m proud of you”