#joe burrow blurb

[burrowlvrr]

— ANXIOUS VICTORY, joe burrow.

PAIRING: Joe Burrow 𝔁 Black!Wife!Reader

GENRE: Husband & Dad Joe

SUMMARY: In which — Y/N has her mind set on attending Joe's game with their three year old twins, Hudson and Elijah, but Joe has his worries due to her blossoming pregnancy.

NOTE: Fair warning, this is kind of long because I enjoy reading long stories/imagines. Feedback is appreciated as well as your support. I apologize for any spelling errors or mistakes. Feel free to send me more ideas and suggestions, enjoy!

UNIVERSE: Tenderhearts & Touchdowns!

The Burrow home was warm, dimly lit, and smelled of tomato sauce. Joe and Y/N's three year old twins, Hudson and Elijah, were sprawled out on their living room rug, scribbling away in their new Paw Patrol coloring books. Y/N was washing a few more dishes as she waited for the garlic bread in the oven, and Joe was setting the table as he usually did to help his wife. He had just placed the twins' booster seats on their plush dining chairs as the oven began to beep — indicating that it was time for him to rush to the kitchen, so he could get the bread out of the oven before Y/N. He entered the kitchen just in time, seeing his wife bent over sliding an oven mitt on her hand.

"No, ma'am." He spoke, placing his right hand on the small of her back. "I'll do it."

Y/N straightened her back, smiling at the blonde man as she slid the oven mitt off of her hand. "I'm perfectly capable of grabbing a pan of breadsticks, honey." She said, earning a small chuckle from her husband.

"I know, mama." He took the oven mitt from her, moving it onto his much larger hand. "I just wanna make sure you don't strain yourself too much." The volume of his voice descended as he bent over, and quickly opened the oven before removing the fresh breadsticks from it. Y/N couldn't help but blush from how considerate her husband was, how he always had been. He was the exact same level of protective when she was pregnant with Hudson and Elijah, only he was much more anxious because they were the first pregnancy.

"I'll fix all of our plates." He placed the pan on the counter, throwing the oven mitt to the side. "You go grab the monsters. The food'll be on the table when you get back." He finished, placing a quick kiss to her forehead before she turned and exited the kitchen.

Waddling into the dimly lit living room, she slowly crouched down to her children's level. "Hi, mama." Hudson chirped. "Hey, mommy!" Elijah cheesed, both of them looking up from their coloring books for the first time in over ten minutes.

"Hey, champs." She ran a hand over their unruly blonde curls, "Are you guys hungry? Daddy is getting your favorite ready."

Their little blue eyes immediately widened in excitement, lifting up from their stomachs to their feet. "Sketti?" He showed his bright teeth as he looked at his mother, Elijah put a hand on his head, looking up at the ceiling with a groan.

"Ugh! We always have sketti, guys!" Y/N giggled at Hudson's excitement and Elijah's annoyance before nodding her head. "Yeah. Sorry, buddy. Sketti is really good and easy for mommy to make." Elijah crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk, giving his mother a knowing look.

"We have to clean up our mess before we eat, though. Okay?" Y/N said, her boys seemingly standing at attention now.

They nodded their heads. "Yes, ma'am!" They chirped, plopping down to their knees. Hudson grabbed their coloring books and neatly stacked them on the table, while Elijah quickly threw their crayons into a large pencil box. He closed the lid before Hudson threw their coloring books on top, grabbing it and sliding it on the table next to their long couch. "All done!" Y/N smiled brightly at her boys, feeling her heart swell with joy knowing how well her and Joe had been raising their boys.

She took her time to rise to her feet, being mindful of her big belly. Once she stood up straight, her boys reached out for her hand and began leading her into the dining room. Joe's face lit up seeing his favorite people, the twins released their mother's hand before running to their father's side instead. "Hey, dudes!" Joe smiled, placing the final plate down on the table and engulfing his sons into a tight hug. "You guys ready to eat?"

Y/N smiled as the boys vigorously nodded their heads. Joe placed them in their booster seats one at a time, where they immediately picked up their small forks and shoveled noodles into their mouths. Joe pulled his wife's chair out as usual, rubbing her shoulder gently once she sat down. "Thank you." She said, placing her napkin on her thigh.

The dining room was consumed by the quiet. The only noise being the scraping of forks on the plates, and the exaggerated slurping sound from the twins eating their dinner. Dinner always went this way, the first few minutes are quiet, then once Y/N starts slowly becoming full she breaks the silence. She finished chewing her garlic bread, wiping her mouth with her napkin before placing it down on the table. Her eyes sparked with enthusiasm, "Guess what, honey? The boys and I were thinking of coming to your game this weekend!"

Joe with a mouthful of spaghetti noodles, glanced over at their lively toddlers, and couldn't help but feel a wave of concern. "You sure about that, babe? The game can get pretty chaotic, especially with the boys being so energetic, and, well, you being pregnant." He said, his tone laced with concern as he spoke.

His wife only smiled, her eyes reflecting her determination. "I know it might be a lot, but they love watching you play, and I want them to experience that excitement. Plus, the baby can hear the crowd cheering, right?" She suggested. She was right, if they went, it would be her and the twins' first game in a while due to her pregnancy's waves of sickness. She had been feeling great all week, and had been itching to see Joe in action on the field.

Joe sighed as he placed his fork down, torn between wanting his family there and worrying about their well-being. "I just don't want it to be too much for you." He looked at his wife, "The stadium can get pretty loud, and the boys are two big bundles of energy."

Look, Y/N was pregnant, almost a week past her five month mark. Her belly wasn't huge, but it most definitely wasn't little either. She had been sick for most of the pregnancy so far, and sometimes between the pain it was fairly easy for her to become aggravated. Joe was very understanding in those times, and was always sweet to her no matter her attitude. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I appreciate your concern, Joe, but we can handle it."

Hudson, completely oblivious to the conversation, was busy playing with his food. While Elijah was occasionally mimicking the cheers of a football crowd. As the dinner conversation continued, Joe could sense Y/N's irritation slowly rising even though she was doing pretty well at containing it. "I don't know, babe. Can I just think about it a bit more?" He asked genuinely, looking toward his wife with brooding eyes.

She forced a small smile as she huffed out her nose, "Yeah, sure." She replied, standing from her seat and gathering her plate and silverware. "I think I'm gonna take a bubble bath. Can you put the boys to bed?"

Joe nodded, eyeing his wife's body language as she walked into the kitchen to put her dishes away. She came back into the dining room, placing a kiss on Hudson and Elijah's tomato splattered cheeks before making her way up the stairs. She didn't look at Joe again, letting him know that she truly was irritated with him now and he would have to smooth things over before bed.

He looked toward his twins with a smile, "You full?"

★

Y/N took her time in the bathtub. She felt guilty about leaving dinner abruptly, but she knew Joe would come around, even if it took just a little bit of time. Although she didn't feel up for a conversation right now, she wished Joe would come upstairs already because she hated being upset with him. That was really the only downside of her pregnancy, she was always so emotional and found herself getting irritated with her husband much easier. She finally decided to step out of the bathtub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body.

Joe figured Y/N wanted to be alone for a bit longer, so once he had the boys sound asleep in their race car shaped beds, he went back downstairs and cleaned up the mess left behind by dinner. Y/N had just slipped out of the bathroom, when Joe quietly shut the door to their shared bedroom. He almost winced as he watched his wife walk right past him, grabbing some clothes before going back into their bathroom.

He sat down at the foot of their bed, thinking about how he should approach his wife on the soft topic. Once he had an idea, he untucked their sheets, set his alarms and turned on their bedside lamp. Trading his sweater and jeans for a pair of sweatpants, he made his way over to the bathroom door. He hesitated for a moment, before lifting his hand to softly knock on the door. "Y/N, can I come in, please?"

He heard a faint response, slowly opening the door to find his wife standing at the sink, applying a lotion to her under eyes. He took a moment to examine her features, a look of frustration and hurt was on her face. "I didn't mean to upset you and I'm sorry if it came across in the wrong way." Joe began, his voice filled with remorse. "I just worry about you guys at the game."

Y/N turned to face Joe, seeing the look of guilt and worry on his face. "I know, I just feel like you don't want us there or something." She tried to hush the last part of her sentence, but Joe heard her loud and clear. He could tell by the way her bottom lip began to puff out, she was slowly getting closer to a breakdown. He instantly brought his hands to her cheeks, running his thumbs over her under eyes. "I thought we were supposed to share these moments as a f—family." She stuttered, and her vision blurred from the tears that began to burn her eyes. Her pregnancy was effecting her emotions more than ever right now, and that alone was irritating her more than Joe.

"That's the last thing that I want." Joe said, "I'm just really worried, that's all." Y/N nodded her head, feeling a wave of defeat wash over her body. She nodded her head slowly, as she reached up to remove Joe's hands from her face. "Okay, honey."

Joe felt so guilty, hesitated before he decided to speak up again. He reached Y/N's hand before she could grab the door knob, "Hold up, you gotta let me finish." He said, causing his wife to look up at him with tired eyes. "Maybe it's just my nerves talking. I want you and the boys there more than anything. You just gotta promise me you'll take it easy, okay? Don't go all wifey-bear if I get sacked and scream so loud you lose your voice." Her eyes instantly lit up, she stood up straight to adjust her slouching shoulders.

"You know I can't promise that, Joey." She joked, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I won't do too much screaming, I don't wanna scare my boys just yet." Joe could see how her mood had already changed, a warm smile of his own forming on his face.

"I'll bring them some ear protection, and I'll even keep your parents on speed dial if I need anything." She reassured his worries, a wave of relief washing over his features as he swept a few stray curls from her forehead. He rested his hand on her cheek, looking into her eyes lovingly. "Okay, mama." He whispered, licking his lips as his eyes grazed over her whole face.

Y/N noticed the way he wet his bottom lip, "Just gonna keep starin' at me, or are you gonna kiss me?" She teased, looking up at her much taller husband. Joe didn't think twice before placing a soft kiss to his wife's lips, pulling away much quicker than she wanted him to. He peeled back with a smirk, leaning over her shoulder to open to bathroom door. "Let's get some sleep."

He helped her into their large bed, throwing the blankets over her, she instantly pulled them up to her chin. Joe made his way to his respective side of the bed, sliding in the sheets beside his wife, who mindlessly scooted closer to him and laid her head on his chest. "I'm sorry for blowing that whole thing out of proportion." She apologized, tracing shapes onto her husband's chest.

Joe shook his head, rubbing circles on her shoulder. "You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N. Just because you're pregnant, doesn't mean you can't make your own decisions. I failed to recognize that. I'm sorry, baby." Joe apologized right back, causing his wife to look up at him with a remorseful expression on her face.

"It's alright, Joey. I get that you were just worried." She responded, moving her ring clad hand to his cheek, rubbing the stubble that he knew she loved so much. "I promise you, Hudson and Elijah are gonna have so much fun, it'll all be so worth it." Joe smiled warmly, thinking of the smile that will never leave their faces once they're at the game. It's not like it would be their first game, it'll just be their first one since their mom found out she was pregnant with their younger sibling.

"I know." Joe replied, watching as his wife's eyes clearly began to get heavier to hold open. He grabbed her hand from his cheek, moving it to his lips before kissing her palm. "Goodnight, mama. I love you."

"Goodnight, Joey. I love you more."

★

The stadium buzzed with anticipation as the Bengals star quarterback prepared for the upcoming game. A subtle layer of worry masked his usual game-day focus, even after the conversations he'd had with his wife a few nights before. His five month pregnant wife, Y/N, and their wildly energetic three year old boys, Hudson and Elijah, were attending the game tonight.

Joe paced nervously around the locker room, glancing at his phone for any updates. The last time Y/N had texted him was the let him know they were getting snacks first, seeing as she didn't want to be up and around much during the game. He couldn't shake the concern about any potential challenges of having his family amidst the excitement of a football game.

"Everything okay, Joe?" Tee Higgins inquired, noticing the furrowed brow. He chewed a piece of bubblegum harshly, cocking his head to the side to look at his quarterback.

"Yeah, just a bit worried. Y/N's pregnant and the boys can be quite the handful. I want them to enjoy the game, but it's chaotic out there." Joe admitted.

His teammate, understanding the delicate balance between family and the intensity of the game, offered a reassuring nod. "They'll be fine. Your family is strong, just like you, man."

Just then, their coach gathered all their attention and Joe quickly thanked Tee for his understanding before grabbing his helmet.

As game time approached, Joe couldn't help but steal glances at the stands. When he spotted Y/N, her baby bump noticeable, with Hudson and Elijah, wide-eyed with excitement, a mix of anxiety and joy flooded their emotions. They both wore some ear protection that looked like it could weigh their head down if they leaned to one side, he smiled seeing his wife's hand raise in the air to give him an excited wave.

Y/N watched the whole game on the edge of her seat, occasionally standing up despite her best efforts to stay seated — trying her best to follow Joe's safety requests. Hudson's smile never fell, he was screaming louder than anyone in their section for his father. Elijah clapped in excitement, looking over at his mother and pointing to his father every three or so minutes. They had been to a few games before, but they were a little older and had a better understanding of the sport. They were already talking about playing it once they started school next year.

Y/N clapped her hands loudly as halftime finally approached, she knew Joe would be over there soon. Not even ten minutes later, her blue eyed husband was standing in front of them on the sidelines. "Hey, you guys okay?" he greeted, a touch of concern in his eyes.

"We're doing great, honey. And so are you." Y/N smiled, reaching her hand down to touch Joe's. Joe smiled widely, relieved to know that his family was enjoying themselves. Hudson and Elijah, both bouncing with enthusiasm, chimed in, "Daddy, did you see us? We waved at you!"

Joe's worry melted into a grin. "I saw, guys!" He reached up high to touch both of his son's heads. "That's awesome. Just make sure you're having fun, okay? And both of you be good for mama!"

Due to his coach's demands, Joe had to jog to the locker room after their interaction. Y/N, Hudson and Elijah waved him goodbye and took their seats until the second half.

As the game progressed, Joe felt a newfound motivation fueled by the presence of his family. Y/N, attuned to his emotions, whispered words of encouragement, both calming and inspiring. Meanwhile, Hudson and Elijah's cheers echoed through the stadium, each one a source of pride for his quarterback father. The Bengals came out on top, the game ending with a touchdown made by a pass from Joe. After the game, Y/N grabbed all of their belongings and both of her sons hands, being careful as they went up and down steps. They stood outside the locker room as she'd done since her and Joe began dating in college, both her and her boys bouncing with anticipation for the man to come out to them.

Once he emerged from the locker room, he swung his bag to his back, took Hudson onto his hip and hugged his wife with one arm around her neck. Y/N held Elijah on her hip as well. "You guys made this win even sweeter. Thanks for being here." he said, genuine gratitude in his eyes.

Y/N hugged him tightly, "We wouldn't miss it for the world. We're your biggest fans, no matter the chaos." She raised a hand to rank through his blonde hair, tears prickling in her eyes. They weren't tears of sadness or fear, just tears of pure happiness.

As they left the stadium, the Burrow family walked hand in hand, the worries of the game day transformed into a cherished memory. In that moment, Joe realized that having his wife and sons by his side added a layer of joy and support that went beyond the triumphs on the field. They were a team, weathering the excitement and challenges together, creating a bond that extended far beyond the football game.

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[mamaestapa]

J. Burrow Masterlist

• welcome to the jungle

• daddy issues

• sick day

• welcome home

•all for the gram

• our little peanut

• jealousy, jealousy

• “we’re her favorite uncles”

• sweet as sugar (SMUT)

• bedtime stories

• closer (SMUT)

• lover

• media day

• mans best friend

• my girl

• passenger princess

• wrong number

• winter wonderland

• the best vacation yet

• take your son to work day

• forever and always

• rough night

• if i seem shy, it’s cause you seem so shiesty

• pauses, then says, you’re my best friend

• all grown up

• the best news ever

• missing the baby bliss

• we didn’t think you’d be back

• daddy daughter day

• joe’s good luck charms

• fourth times a charm

• happy turkey day

• baby’s first thanksgiving

• baked with love

• have yourself a merry little christmas

• frosting looks better on you

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[sourholland]

neeeeeddd a joe burrow fic based off a harry song…grapejuice? satellite? daylight? keep driving? so many good options!!!!!

blurb based on grapejuice, harry styles

Joe sipped his beer, lounging by the pool with his phone in his right hand. He was spending some of his much needed vacation time with friends in Cancun after the end of the season. It had only been a few months since his split from you, his recovery process with his wrist still incessant.

He opened Instagram to your bikini-clad body, staying on the lake just as the two of you had the prior summer. He swiped over to find another picture of you, this time hugging one of your girlfriends with a drink in your hand. He saw that you were staying in the same Airbnb, recognizing the backyard and picnic tables that your friends had filled out when you had come up with the idea that you both grill for everyone. While you had given a solid effort, he ended up doing most of the grilling while you frequented the cooler of High Noons.

He tried to shake the memory of your bathing suit beneath his wrinkled white button up you’d thrown on, leaving it flowing and open against the crimson fabric of the bikini. He watched you all afternoon, drunk and pressing sloppy kissed on his neck and exposed back if you couldn’t quite make it onto your tiptoes to reach his lips.

“Alright, killer,” Joe eventually chuckled, gently slipping the drink out of your hand. “I think it’s time for some water, it’s only three and you’re washed. I can hardly keep up.”

“Joey,” you sat up, attempting to look more sober and relaxed. “Are you cutting me off?”

“Think of it more like an intermission,” he returned to your side with a bottle of water and ran his hand down the top of your head and back of your hair affectionately as he sat and let his arm rest around your shoulders while everyone ate and talked.

He was staring at the same backyard, except this time it was just you returning and he was forced to stomach the feeling of the loss again. The worst part wasn’t even the pictures, or the fact that you could so easily sit in a place where you’d created so many memories with him. It was how happy you looked, the color in your face and the fullness of your cheeks.

He could hardly function without you, even when he was out with his friends and laughing. It took being five or six drinks deep just for him to crack a smile these days. You looked radiant, however, and he detested himself for not being able to get to where you were.

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[lushlovers]

The P-word, J Burrow

summary; he doesn't know what to say or how to react to things like this.

warnings; fluff fr, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy tests, pet names (baby, honey, ) joe actually kinda sucks with words but same lmaoooo, swearing, kissing

word count; 903

note; yes angst but also fluff. i'm working on more frat!lsu!joey, but this was something random I wanted to post since it's been a little while. i hate the ending no one talk about it. winter writer's block ain't no joke fr.

this is kind of my thank you for two hundred followers even though we are just on the cusp of three, but thank you so much, I appreciate the support of my works more than you will ever know. i love every one of my followers so so sooo much yall are the best:)

Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. Maybe the more you think of those eight letters will fade away and completely off the little plastic at-home test you decided to finally take. God the word just keeps ringing in your head like the most annoying of alarms. How the hell are you supposed to tell him? His career's just started he'll never be along for the roller coaster ride, especially not when it consists of a baby running around as well.

However, luck chooses to be your opponent this evening since Joe's already home and sitting on the couch in the living room, completely oblivious to the fact that your world has just turned completely upside down. It took a while for you to work up the nerve to call him up, but when you did everything suddenly felt so heavy.

The weight refused to leave your shoulders as he sat on the truck at the foot of your bed. Rehearing in the mirror, preparing for every scenario, but especially for the one that you hope and pray will never occur. Everything that you've been through together, nothing will go wrong, he's too good of a person.

After several minutes, worry becomes evident in your voice as he asks you through the door if everything's alright, "'M fine, just nervous, I guess." That seemed to do the opposite of what you intended, that is, maybe your lying and saying you're fine would shut him up for a bit, but your being nervous led to many other questions from the other side of the door.

Adding on to that p-word, every what if clouds your mind as well. What if telling him this is your biggest regret? What if he just packs his shit and leaves? What if-, "Baby, are you sure?" Fucks sake he's still going with his questions, in any less stressful situation this would've been appreciated, but not when you can barely seem to focus on the most topic at hand.

Now or never, seemed to be the only thing that got you to push open the door and finally face the man you love so dearly. He almost instantly jumps up, concern written all over his face even more so when he glances in the direction of your hands. "Do you wanna tell me what's going on?" No, not entirely, you think but you won't let that escape your mouth, matter of fact, nothing leaves your mouth for many seconds. Maybe never was a good idea.

It took a bit for you to unscramble your words and finally speak up, "I'm gonna tell you something, but you have to try not to freak out." Your mouth felt dry the way your anxiety made your throat close up made it feel like your lungs had shrunk five times the size they were before, "Okay, care to share? I'm like shitting my pants right now," Joe spoke, chuckling but not because it was funny, he laughs because he's terrified of what words may escape your lips.

You do everything you can to avoid his eyes because the all too familiar feeling of tears surfaces on your waterline and his brows furrow at that. "Honey, you know you can tell me anything, yeah?" His question is lost to you as he cups your face thumbing away the tears before they got a chance to slip down your cheeks. The feeling of his eyes searching yours for any answer to all the questions that he's thinking about is a scary feeling.

"I'm pregnant," it comes out as a whisper, but the way the color completely drains from his face, you know he understood every syllable of those two words. For a split second, he stares at you with a look you don't think you've ever received from him before, "That's... wow." A strangled breath of half relief and half worry escapes you at his response.

Your soul leaves your body as he racks his brain for something to say to express just how he's feeling, but he's almost certain there is no possible way to verbally explain it. Now tears are welling up in his pretty blue eyes, "That's insane, I dunno what to say, are you sure?" His voice is trembling just as much as his hands as you place the test into his palm, he gets choked up as he reads over the same word that had your stomach in knots before with nothing but admiration and surprise.

"Holy fucking shit," he gapes, pulling you into him so tight it nearly knocks the wind right out of you. You laugh now as it settles into your mind that Joe would never do anything to hurt you or your baby in any way possible and to think he would ever leave in a situation like this one was silly, but thinking irrationally tends to happen quite a lot.

"I'm gonna be a dad, I need to call-" you cut him off before he's able to go on his rant, "How about we pause, and we can tell whoever we want in the most extravagant, Joseph Burrow way possible?" He snorts at that, pulling his face away from his place against your shoulder, muffling some form of agreement against your lips, then your jaw, neck, and clavicle, and lowering himself to his knees.

For a moment he looks up at you, "Sorry if I scared you with my response, I don't usually know what to say in times like this and my brain went into shock mode."

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[joesheistyy]

nobody gets me

first off can we talk about how hot this pic is??????? anyway, I've literally not stopped listening to SOS by SZA and I had this idea a while ago so its time to give it a go !!

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The Bengals were in Baltimore for a football game. They had been gone for a few days already. Unfortunately, Joe left for the game on not so great terms with you. Everything had been building up over the last few weeks between his injuries, your family issues, his mental block, and you feeling lonely when he was gone.

It was hard having Joe gone and barely hearing from him. You knew space was good, but you couldn’t help but fear for the worst. As game day rolled around, you made sure to text him encouraging messages, I love yous, and so much more. The most you’d get in response would be a love reaction to a message or a love you back. 

Although Joe wasn’t talking to you much, you had reached out to Sam and Ja’marr to see if Joe was acting like he usually does. With them being close with Joe, you figured they’d be able to notice if he was off. They weren’t able to tell you much. Joe didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like you did. 

After a good win against the Ravens, you had hoped Joe would be in a better mood when he got home. All your thoughts had been eating you up inside about how he might act or what he might say when he arrived home. 

You took time to occupy yourself in the kitchen until Joe’s arrival home. You decided to clean out the fridge, knowing that task was way overdue. You had lit your favorite Bath and Body Works candle and some other small ones, wanting to avoid turning on the big light. Your speaker was playing SZA’s album SOS. As you continued to empty out the old produce, you heard the garage door open. Your heart sunk a little bit, nerves beginning to engulf your body and mind. Joe was sometimes unpredictable, and this was certainly one of those times.

He walked in through the connecting door from the garage to the kitchen, making sure to shut it loud enough in case you weren’t close by. The fridge door was blocking his view of you. 

“Hi, y/n,” he said, causing your attention to leave the fridge and go straight to gauge Joe’s attitude. He didn’t seem as bad as you had expected, but that could always change. 

“Hi, Joey. How was your trip?” you asked hesitantly, hoping for a good response. 

“It was alright, I just wish you went with us. It would’ve been more fun with you there,” he said as he walked away to go drop off his bag in the bedroom. This puzzled you for many reasons, but mainly because of the lack of communication while he was gone. 

You continued your work in the kitchen. It wasn’t in the best state, and it certainly reflected your mental state while Joe was gone. Hearing the shower start, you worked to load the dishwasher and hand wash your special dishes. 

Joe came down after his shower in gym shorts and with no shirt on. You didn’t notice his arrival until you heard the fridge door open, objects falling all over the floor. With all the emotions that built up over the past few days, that was what sent you over the edge. Joe groaned as he saw the contents of the fridge on the floor. 

“I’ll get it Joe, it’s my fault,” you sniffled, trying to hide the fact that this accident is what send you over the edge. 

“Hey hey hey, why are you crying?” Joe snapped out of his irritated state, immediately tending to you.

“I don’t know Joe. Everything has just been building up for God knows how long and,” you gasped for air as Joe pulled you into a hug. 

“Baby, take a deep breath. Everything is okay,” he reassured you, rubbing your back. You continued to cry into his chest. He rested his head on the top of your head, laying a delicate kiss to your hair. 

“Joe I just can’t handle much anymore. I don’t wanna lose you,” you sobbed. Joe was slightly shocked at what you said, he didn’t think things had gotten to that point. 

“Y/n, why would you think that I’d leave you?” He questioned, lifting your chin up to look at him. 

“I just feel like things haven’t been the same lately,” you said, trying to see his face through your tears.

“No matter what happens y/n, I’m not leaving you. You’re the most important thing to me,” Joe said, pulling you back into a hug, this time holding your head tight to his chest. He knew you probably just needed to cry it out, life had been difficult for the both of you lately. Joe hated to see you cry, but he was grateful that it was in his company. He knew you hated to cry alone because it was so difficult to stop. 

“I just feel like no one understands me the way you do and not talking to you for so long was hard and when you left and we were mad at each other I thought it was the end,” you rambled on, still in an obviously panicked voice. Joe just hugged you harder, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. 

The speaker was still playing music, and the song Nobody Gets Me came on. Talk about timing.

Joe held you close and tight to him, his chest absorbing your tears that hesitated to fall as time went on. Your arms wrapped around his back while his arms were wrapped around your waist, his head still resting on top of yours. Talking had stopped as the song continued on. Your panicked breathing slowed as the two of you swayed back and forth to the song. 

Joe would periodically rub your back and lay a kiss on the top of your head. You continued to take deep breaths while your head rested on his chest. The smell of his body wash slowing calming you. The song faded but the two of you held your embrace strong. The candle light soothed your eyes as they restored to their normal vision, Joe brushing some of your hair behind your ear. 

“Everything is okay baby, we’re fine. I promise I won’t leave you in the dust like that again. I’m sorry I put you through that,” Joe apologized, leaning to kiss your forehead. 

“I just feel like nobody gets me like you do. Promise we’re okay?” you asked, pulling an arm away from his back to extend your pinky to his in search of a pinky promise. 

“I promise y/n. Everything will be okay,” Joe wrapped your small pinky in his long one, then quickly pulled you into another hug. “Nobody gets me like you,” he whispered into your hair, laying another kiss on your head. 

The embrace in the kitchen seemed to last for 20 minutes. But that was exactly what you both needed. 

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see I used to have ideas for this and they all disappeared when I wanted to write this urghhhhh anyway I hope y'all still enjoyed some of it <3

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[betterthanburrow]

⟣ carnelian (creativity)❣️

Carnelian - Joe Burrow

Crystal Representation: Creativity

Genre: Fluff

“i love how your brain works.”

The amount of margaritas that you've drank in the past couple of hours have definitely pushed you passed your alcohol tolerance limit.. so to say that you were drunk was an understatement, but it's not your fault!

It was spring break which meant that you were home from University and your parents decided to host a party at their house inviting family and close friends to hang out by the pool in the backyard with BBQ to enjoy the sun that was shining brighter than ever.

With the open invitation from your family, you don’t understand how you couldn’t suspect that your older brother would have invited his childhood best friend to the party… so it was a surprise to you when you saw Joe Burrow walking through the gates of your backyard and being welcomed by your family.

Your older brother and Joe grew up together in Athens and stayed closed friends even after going to different colleges and having different career paths… and you were the stereotypical younger sister that had a “crush” on your older brother’s best friend and would do anything to hang out with the both of them.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen Joe, the last time you saw Joe was on your TV screen as you watched the last Bengals’ game is the season… but it was hard for you to remember the last time you saw Joe not on your TV screen.

As you were talking to your friends you could feels a pair of eyes on you and when you turn your head, you can confirm your suspicions when you see him staring at you with a grin on his face when the two of you make eye contact… causing you to quickly turn your head away from him to pay attention to the conversation with your friends, which causes him to smirk as he takes a sip of his drink, watching how flustered he can make you.

He wasn’t dumb, he knew about the crush you had on him for years. For a long time he thought it was just an innocent and stereotypical crush when the younger sister had a crush on her older brother’s best friend.. but even though the two of you grew up and grew apart, the feelings you have for him are just as strong as they were when you were 9.

At any point during the day, you could’ve walked over to where he stood around your brother and his friends to say hi and start a conversation with him, but you didn’t… You already had a few margaritas in your system, and the last thing you wanted to do was embarrass yourself in front of him.

After a while of being outside in the sun, you had decided to go get yourself another refill of the margarita you had been drinking… This time, as you walked away from your friends in the backyard to walk towards the back door of the house to enter the kitchen, you failed to notice the pair of eyes that watched every step you took.

Your back was turned towards the door as he walked into the house to hear you humming along to the song that played through the radio speakers as you were making yourself another margarita drink.

“So I guess I’m going to have to make the first move.” Joe spoke, causing you to jump as you look behind you to see him standing by the kitchen counter.

“Joe!” you exclaimed, placing your hand on your chest to calm yourself.” Don’t scare me like that!”

He laughs, “I wouldn’t have to scare you like that if you would’ve said ‘Hi’ to me earlier.”

You playfully smirked as you rolled your eyes, “You could’ve came over to where I was to say ‘Hi’… Last time I checked you injured your wrist not your legs.”

“I guess you’re right about that.” He says, as you turn back around to finish making your margarita drink.

You had thought Joe would’ve grabbed the plate of food or drink he was searching for when he came inside the house and would go back outside to hang out with your brother… so when you turned around after making your margarita drink, you were surprised to see him sitting on the stool at the kitchen counter snacking on the appetizers.

“Your brother said this is your last semester at University before you graduate… Are you excited about that?” Joe asked.

You nodded your head, “After 8 years, I’ll finally be done with University.”

“8 years of hard work to become a Veterinarian.” he says. “I remember the days when you would be playing Vet with your stuffed animals and forced your brother and I to be your assistant.”

You laugh, “It was one of the only ways I could convince you and my brother to hang out with me. Either ask to play Vet with me or cry to mom about not being able to play Guitar Hero with the two of you.”

Joe chuckled, “I love how your brain works.” You smile at the compliment as you take a sip of your margarita.

“What number margarita is that for you?” He asks.

“I’ve lost count at this point.” you answer. “Margaritas are the only alcoholic drink that I like… and it’s your fault that I started drinking margaritas.”

Joe raises his eyebrow, “It’s my fault?!” he curiously asks and you nod your head. “How is it my fault?”

“Yeah it’s your fault!” you exclaimed. “At my brother’s college graduation party, after you found out that I don’t like alcohol. You poured half of your margarita drink into a plastic cup and told me to try it.”

“I do remember that...” Joe says, “But I don’t think it’s my fault you love margaritas. Everyone loves a good margarita, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Trust me, I’m not ashamed of my love for margaritas.” you say before taking a sip of your drink. “The margaritas are the thing that’s keeping me calm and not causing me to have a nervous breakdown.”

“What’s making you so nervous?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

you bluntly respond, “You.”

“Me?” He asks, pointing to himself. You nod your head.

“How am I making you nervous?” Joe asks.

you respond, “Because you’re you!”

“Because I’m Joe?” he asks.

“Because you’re Joe Burrow!” you answer.

“That’s my name.” he says and you roll your eyes. “You’re nervous around me because… there’s fame to my name?”

You shake your head, “No, I don’t view you as a celebrity… Sorry If that offends you.”

“Trust me, it doesn’t offend me.” Joe says.

“Good… cause I don’t think celebrity Joe Burrow would like it if I reveal his dark secret to football fans.”

“What dark secret?” Joe asked.

“The dark secret about you being my assistant when we played Vet as kids.” you answer and he laughs.

“Like that would be the worse narrative spread about me on Twitter.” he respond

“If it makes you any better… you’re my favorite system quarterback.” you say as he playfully rolls his eyes.

“That doesn’t make me feel better… but thanks for the compliment.” Joe states. “Now answer my question, why am I making you nervous?”

“I answered your question already…” you say.

“So explain your answer to the question then…” he responds, leaning forward over the kitchen counter and resting his chin on knuckles of his hand.

You put your margarita drink down on the kitchen counter and sighed, “I think you know the answer.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Oh really?!” You nod your head.

Joe stands up from where he sat o the stool and walked around the kitchen counter towards you. Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest with every step he took until he stood right in front of you… A million thoughts were running through your mind as you stood face to face in front of Joe.

The young nerdy boy grew up to be the most handsome man that you seen… Your male classmates from over the years couldn’t even compare him.

All you ever wanted from him was to be seen more as just his best friend’s little sister… and maybe now was your chance from him to see that.

The romantic novels you’ve read over the years about the little sister falling in love with their older brother’s best friend have prepared you for this moment.

You had imagined this moment so many times in head. There was a bit of a risk of the fact that anyone could walk from the backyard into the kitchen and could feel the unnamed tension between the two of you.

The voices in your head were screaming at you to lean forward and kiss him. Even if you were to regret it later, you can always blame the decision on the margaritas.

Before you could say anything, you watched him pick up the margarita drink off the kitchen counter and take a sip. “Thanks for the margarita drink.” he says, with a smile on his face as he turned away from you to walk out the door to go back to the backyard.

You were frozen still for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts… but you quickly realized what had just happened between the two of you and how all he wanted from you was your margarita drink.

“Give me back my margarita Joe Burrow!”

Author’s Note:

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[pottersolos]

pinky promise ? • Joe Burrow.

summary : joe knows his fiancé, charleigh had a rough day so he try’s to make it better.

warnings : idk.

pairing : fiance!joeburrow x fiance!jizaiah

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“babe !” i shouted through joe and i’s shared house, i had just finished my skincare and was about to brush my teeth but i didn’t know where joe had put our toothpaste.

“yes ?” i could hear his foot steps on the stairs as he walked up them, i met him in the doorway before speaking, “where’d you put the toothpaste ?”

“it’s in the draw” he said, he could tell by the look on my face that my day had been hell, he grabbed my hand dragging me into the bathroom with him, he opened the draw and grabbed the tube out.

he propped up his phone-knowing i like to get moments like this on record-and engulfed me in a tight hug, kissing my wet hair as my arms snaked around his shirtless torso, my head resting on his chest.

his hand begun stroking my head as i rested my eyes, i felt his hand stop on the back of my neck, gently moving my head to look up at him “you okay ?” he question, i nodded my head, sending him a flatlipped smile.

“i ordered chick-fil-a it should be here soon” said joe, i looked up at him and kissed his cheek.

“how ‘bout you get a movie ready in the living room and i go to the store, and i promise i’ll be right back” he smiled at me, i nodded and grabbed one of his hands and held it as we walked down the stairs.

he slid on his tazman uggs and grabbed the keys off the counter, he opened the door, he was standing in the frame and i stuck to the side of the door holding the knob.

“be fast please” i begged, “i will” joe said and placed a passionate kiss on my lips, i wrapped my hands around his neck and hung on to him, not wanting him to leave. “baby i’ll be right back” he pulled away from the kiss.

i let go of him and he walked to the car, i closed the front door and walked into our living room, clicking through peacock before settling on my personal favorite, harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban.

i paused it before it could even start, scrolling through my phone as i waited for joe to come back home. i got bored so i decide to get out the book i’ve been reading.-hunting adeline by H.D Carlton-i relaxed into the corner of the couch, flipping the pages as i read through them.

when the food arrived i grabbed it, thanked and tipped the man before going back into the living room, i set the food down and waited for joe to come back home.

this week has just not been my week, earlier this week joe and i had gotten into an argument, he did something i didn’t like with jagger, my son, when we were fighting i called jagger “my son” and let’s just say joe didn’t like that, but he understood after everything jag has been through he knows i’m overprotective of him.

tonight jagger was with my mom and stepfather, they wanted to see him, i don’t let him go off a lot without me for a few reasons, one he’s only four, two i’m overprotective, three i can’t trust anyone with him.

sooner or later joe came back, he walked in with a basket full of my favorite snacks, a sprite, and some roses, i slightly smiled and got up to go over to him.

before i could even get around the couch he was already at me, putting his long legs to use, “here, these are for you, mama” he kissed my head and sat down i sat beside him cuddling into him.

“i’m sorry” i told him, he sent me a confused look but this is something i need to talk to him about.

“for what baby ?”

“the other day, you know how i am with jag, and i don’t want you to just leave or hurt hi-hurt us” i sat up straight and looked at him trying to read his body language.

“i wouldn’t be here if i planned on hurting either one of y’all, there wouldn’t be a ring on your finger if i planned on leaving, it just hurt a little hearing you call him your son as if i don’t do anything for him” he said his face becoming unreadable.

“i’m sorry” my eyes met his once again before he pulled my head to his chest, he stood up, still holding me and sat in the corner of the couch, i cuddled into his side even more.

“i love you charleigh” his index finger arched under my chin and lifted my head to his view.

“promise ?” i asked him.

“i pinky promise” he stuck his pinky out and interlinked it with my own, i smiled and kissed his cheek, for the rest of the night we sat there, sitting right next to each other, my head rested on his shoulder, watching the movie, eating, and talking every now and then.

“one last thing then we can put this away, okay ?” i said to him, he nodded and put his full attention on me. “do you want to adopt jagger ?” i questioned him, my eyes brimming with tears at the thought.

joe was speechless, his eyes also starting to tear up, i didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing “if you don’t want to it’s fine” i fidgeted with my fingers looking down at my bare feet.

his hand grabbed onto my foot as he began to speak “no. i want to, i wouldn’t want nothing else” the tears in both of our eyes finally falling, i wiped his cheeks as he wiped mine, laughing a little before pulling his head in and placing my lips to his.

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[baurbiediv]

Hiii i saw you’re taking requests rn :)

Reade is in the family suit watching the game and suddenly doesnt feel good and coughs blood and then passes out. The other gf and wives (they love reader) trying to help. Maybe she has a cerebral hemorrhage and is rushed to the hospital. They cant get a hold of joey at first amd reader is scared and only sees him after surgery

sweet nothing

PAIRING ➔ joe burrow x gf!reader

WARNINGS ➔ mentions of blood, passing out, fainting & hospitalization (do not read if topic is sensitive to you! i am not forcing you to read this story!)

SYNOPSIS ➔ everything seems to not be going to well with y/n, what happens when joe can’t reach her?

A/N ➔ i had to change some stuff around (sorry anon!!!!) + if this is a triggering topic, please do not read for your own well-being! i also tried to do as much research as i could for this one, so please if there are any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know!

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usually you’d been excited for game days, except this time, it felt different.

you’d woke up that morning feeling incredibly groggy and exhausted, but you kept it pushing since you didn’t want make joe nervous.

it was the biggest game of the season, the AFC championship. joe had been pushing himself for this game and you were undoubtedly behind him for every single step.

you observed how hard he worked, even in the times he was so sore he could barely move, he wanted to be out there with his team and make them proud.

the clock read 8:45 am, just barely missing the alarm, you sat up and rubbed the slumber from your eyes and stretched.

looking back, joe, who was comfortably sleeping on his back and you watched the lazy sun just narrowly peeking through the blinds, hit his skin. getting up to get ready, you figured joe could use a little extra sleep so you let him sleep and left him to go to the bathroom.

usually when you got up in the morning, you weren’t sensitive to the lights at all really as they never affected you, but in that moment, you were oddly sensitive to them today.

carrying it with a grain of salt, you left the bathroom, the clock now reading 8:55 am, you approached the bed and ran a hand up and down joe’s back.

you laughed quietly seeing his face smushed into the pillow, before kissing his cheek, “wake up sleepyhead!” you whispered said as his eyes slowly opened.

a smile slowly etched onto his face, regularly he was a heavy sleeper, this time all it took was a kiss from you to wake him up, “good morning” he said, the rasp in voice very prominent.

you both smiled as you leaned back down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

you’d never admit it but you loved his morning voice, although you were almost sure joe knew that.

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normally you two had never been this late leaving the house, but your body was against you today. you couldn’t pin point what was going on, but you hoped that it would stop soon. nothing like this had ever happened before, so why now?

once you arrived at the stadium, you turned and looked at joe, “now, i know i say this before every game day, but you know i love you. don’t get into your head too much, joey. you’ll do great, i know you will.” you told him as he smiled above you.

“thank you my love, i’ll try not to psych myself out”, he said which made you furrow your eyebrows and look at him, “okay, okay, i was joking! but i got it. i love you.” he said before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, you smiled and waved goodbye as he left to go practice.

you headed up to the family suite and were immediately met with the other wives and girlfriends of the other players, the first to approach you, was meggi.

you two had known each other for quite some time now and were excited to find out that your boyfriends would be playing on the same team.

you all sat down and caught up with each other, as if you didn’t do that any other day with them. time had passed by and eventually the game had begun and was already in its 2nd quarter.

but that wasn’t before you were hit with the most severe headache you’ve ever before felt something thick, trickling down your nose, blood.

kayla, who wasn’t standing too far from you, noticed you and she made her way towards you, “y/n, what’s going on?” she said, before grabbing a few napkins and helping you hold them towards your nose.

you shook your head as felt like you could barely speak, “i don’t know, one minute i’m perfectly fine, next thing i know my head is killing me and my nose is bleeding.”

you said before putting a hand on the back of your head, trying to relieve the pressure of the headache somehow. you thought you could physically feel your heart beating faster and directly out of your chest right now.

chassidy was helping you stand and at this point everyone was nervous, meggi & iris making calls down to medical assistance and even the team assistant in hopes for them to reach joe, but nothing was working and nobody was answering back.

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the dimmed lights and cold air felt very foreign to you, somewhat uncomfortable, and making you unreasonably anxious.

the only thing that was even capable were the faint beeping of the monitors around you and the faint voices heard out in the hallway.

you did your best to make out the voices, but there was no luck. heading the door open, you slowly looked over seeing joe’s figure, you smiled, yet, his eyes were nearly bloodshot red and puffy.

you’d never been so confused as to why he was crying.

joe quickly hugged you, yet, he was careful. he wasn’t sure what was going on with the love of his life, he didn’t want to hurt her more than she already was.

“hi my love.” he said as you quickly hugged him back, that feeling of love coming back to you.

“hi joey, did you win the game?” you said, clearly oblivious to the major traumatic event that occurred.

joe softly pulled away from you allowing you to rest, he laughed tenderly as he wiped the few tears from his eyes that seemingly escaped without him noticing, “yes y/n we won.” he said, which made you slightly cheer.

“so what happened?” you asked him, he sighed before he looked down, “you had a cerebral hemorrhage y/n,” you started to remember everything from that entire morning. from the groggy feeling and the sensitivity, to the splitting headache, and finally the nose bleed.

“the doctors don’t know how it happened, they checked family history, they found nothing.” he said, you softly grabbed his hand, “i’m okay now though joey.” you smiled, he nodded in agreement.

“but i’m watching you with my every move y/n, you got that?” he said pointing to you, making a ridiculous face,

“yes sir burrow!” you said laughing.

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sorry ab the shit ending 🙍🏽‍♀️

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[brrbrina]

Can you do the prompt #14( rubbing your partners back until they fall asleep). Maybe where Joe is tired or having trouble going to sleep so the reader rubs his back,and make it full of fluff ☺️

Thank you for this request! This is the prompt list if anyone wants to send something! I’m working on the other requests, hope you like it <3 i have TIWYS pt 2. coming up at 3PM CST stay tuned !!

pairing: joe burrow x reader

warnings: none just fluff

Rubbing your partner's back until they fall asleep

“Baby, are you awake”? you heard Joe’s raspy voice but didn’t move, you thought that if you kept quite he would take the hint and fall asleep and eventually he did.

About fifteen minutes later, you felt the bed shake, Joe was twirling and tossing around, which was weird considering it was 2:44 am and Joe usually fell asleep as soon as his head touched his pillow.

He had a rough day, his car was out of gas so he had to call an Uber and he was late for practice, one of the resistance bands he used for leg day snapped and hurt his operated knee, and on top of that he forgot to take his old clothes out of his gym pack and change for clean ones so he couldn’t shower either.

He hoped that when he would go back home you would be there but you weren’t, apparently, you said earlier in the week you had a meeting when Joe was arriving home, and couldn’t make it to have lunch with him.

The feeling of being overwhelmed wasn’t something he was used to, so he felt sad thinking he was coming to an empty house even for a few hours.

You came home late and after kissing and cuddling with Joe you fell asleep three hours ago and apparently, those three hours were hell for him so you decided to step up.

“Do you want me to be the big spoon?” you asked Joe as he turned his head to face you, when he was feeling like that he reminded you of a lost puppy.

He nodded his head and you got closer to him wrapping your arm around his back and putting your right leg above his, you started to rub his head and then his back, he sighed and got closer to you.

“Do you have any idea how lucky am I to have you Y/N? he asked “I mean you are tired as hell and you’re still babying me” he giggled as you kissed the back of his head.

“I love you so much baby, there’s not a day I take this for granted” You smiled and felt Joe’s smile against your arm, you started rubbing his back and the scent of your hair relaxed him so much that he began to snore.

You woke up to a post on his side of the bed: “I love you, that was the best sleep I got in a while, I’ll see you after practice -Joey” You put the note down and went back to sleep, happy to be sure that he was always by your side.

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[mamaestapa]

joe burrow

baby’s first thanksgiving

Baby’s First Thanksgiving || Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: It’s Josie’s first Thanksgiving!

•warnings: a baby and pure fluff<3

“Look at your little bow peanut, you look so pretty, yes you do!”

You smiled to yourself as you stood in the doorway of your daughter’s nursery, listening to her sweet baby giggles as you watched Joe coo down at her as he got her dressed.

“She says you look just like me,” Joe picked his daughter up, smiling at her as he spoke, “but I think you look beautiful like your mommy Josie girl.”

Your heart swelled at your husbands sweet words. You decided to make your presence known, walking into your daughter’s room and grinning as you spoke.

“I don’t know, I think she looks just like her daddy.”

The sound of your voice made Joe take his attention away from his six month old daughter and to you instead. His smile widened, making his eyes crinkle up at the corners in a way you always loved. You walked further into the room, standing behind Joe and waving at your smiling baby girl.

“How long have you been eavesdropping on Josie and I?” Joe asked with a smirk as he brought Josie into his arms. You shrugged, your smile turning into a smirk to match Joe’s. “Long enough.” your smirk turned back into a smile as you reached your arms out to take your daughter from Joe’s arms.

“Hi Josie girl!” You beamed as soon as your daughter was in your arms, “You look so cute.”

“Say thanks mommy,” Joe spoke in a higher octave, making it seem like Josie was the one speaking, “Daddy picked out my outfit.”

You eyed Joe as you replied, “Well daddy did a great job.” You kissed Josie’s chubby cheeks, making the baby girl giggle happily as she flashed you and Joe a wide, gummy smile. Her sweet giggles never failed to put a smile on yours and Joe’s faces.

“Are you so excited for your first Thanksgiving? Try some sweet potatoes, rolls, turkey—.”

“And ham.”

You chuckled as Joe cut in.

“And ham.” You added, tickling your daughter’s sides and making her giggle once again. Joe smiled at you two as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Are my girls ready to go?”

You nodded, bouncing your daughter on your hip slightly, “Say yes daddy, we’re ready when you are.”

Joe leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of yours and Josie’s head, making both of you smile. Your little family was full of so much love that only grew more and more each day.

Once you made sure you had Josie’s diaper bag all packed up, the three of you left your house and headed over to Joe’s parents for Thanksgiving dinner.

~time skip~

“Here Josie girl,” you grabbed a half a spoonful of your sweet potato’s and brought them up to your baby’s girls little lips, “you wanna try some?”

She opened her mouth like a little bird, eating the sweet potatoes off the spoon. You and Joe watched with smiles on your faces as she smacked her lips and babbled happily.

“Do you like them peanut?” Joe asked, chuckling as Josie leaned forward to take more from the spoon you were holding. “Mmm,” you hummed, your daughter making the same sound as you. “Yeah?” You asked, cooing sweetly at your daughter, “yummy huh?”

Joe’s parents watched from across the table with wide grins as you and Joe introduced their granddaughter to some of her first solid foods.

You picked up a piece of turkey from your plate, tearing off a small piece and holding it out for Josie. She took it from your hand with her chubby fingers and shoved it into mouth. As soon as the turkey hit her tongue, her face turned into a look of disgust as she slowly chewed. She spit the turkey out and whined slightly.

You chuckled as you looked over at Joe, “She really is your little twin Joe.” Joe smiled and reached out to rub his thumb across Josie’s cheek, swiping away some of her drool.

“It’s OK baby girl,” he cooed at his daughter, “daddy doesn’t like turkey either.”

Joe took his hand away from her mouth and grabbed a small piece of ham from his plate. He brought the meat up to her lips, the two of you watching cautiously as Josie hesitantly took the ham from her father’s finger. Josie’s face instantly lit up as she started chewing the ham.

“You like it Josie?” Joe asked, smiling at his daughter as she clapped her hands.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” Robin spoke up, a smile on her face too.

Joe chuckled at his moms comment and tore off another small piece of ham, giving it to Josie who gladly accepted it. “She really is just like me, huh?” he asked, glancing at you with a smirk.

“I told you she was,” you replied, “she looks like you, acts like you, and now she hates turkey like you do, too.”

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yourusername- Happy Thanksgiving from The Burrow fam🦃🤍

(PSA: Josie is a certified turkey hater just like her daddy)

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bengals- Like father like daughter. Happy Thanksgiving to our QB1 and his little family❤️

lahjay10_- Y’all are crazy for that one

yourusername- they’re literally the craziest uncle marr.

joeyb_9- Not crazy, Josie girl and I just have taste

allisonkuch- She is so stinkin’ cute🤍

bengalsbabe9- Joe and Josie 🤝 despising turkey

yourusername- !!!!

nbsmallerbear- Happy Thanksgiving Burrows. Miss little miss Josie

yourusername- she miss you too uncle nicky!❤️

robinburrow- LOVE YOU THREE!!❤️❤️❤️

joeyb_9- My girls.🩷

yourusername- we love you daddy😚

joeyb_9- I love you more

joeyb9lova- Josie’s first thanksgiving🥹

lsufootball- Happy Thanksgiving!

morganpagewilson- Y’all have the cutest little family🥹🤍

yourusername- we love you auntie morgan! can’t wait to spend thanksgiving with you, logan, and baby girl next year🩷

teehiggins- ❤️❤️

bengalsfan915- I absolutely adore this family.

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hi loves!!

ugh don’t you just love dad joe? because i do. so fun to write !

going to keep this note short and sweet: i’ve got a couple more blurbs coming tonight, so stay tuned ;) as always, thank you so much for reading and showing your support. you are all so amazing☺️🤍

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[hughessdemon]

WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM ? || J.BURROW

~joe burrow x f1!driver fem

social media au-

summary - what happened between the two kids who were in love in high school???

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location: Suzuka, Mie

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Yourusername : had a good race and time at Suzuka!! Thanks Seb for letting me be a professional drawer ❤️🥙

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>> yourusername: it’s called being sneaky 🔝

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BACKSTORY:

June 12, 2015

Joey and I just graduated from Athens; after four grueling years here, we have graduated from this hell hole. You would think I spent a lot of time with Joey, but we barely did because I was going across countries for races, and he played basketball and was a quarterback. Sometimes, I had to ask him for help with homework because I was so behind that I would’ve failed. I was glad to have someone like Joey, who was supportive but intelligent on his own; there’s no really a backstory on how we met. I moved to Athens due to my dad’s new job in town, and I started 7th grade here. This is how I met Joey; he was persistent in speaking with me, so I gave him a chance to be friends, leading us to our situation now. I knew I was offered a contract from McLaren when they observed my races, and my team had been negotiating with them for quite a while. I came to agree joining with the team that would lead me to reach my goal …. Which was to be in Formula 1 I didn’t tell Joey at all which I should’ve but I waited till we graduated and when I left in a few days after college started. He seemed like he didn’t care really that much because he wasn’t the type to do long distance when i told him but deep inside I know I hurted him and I deserved nothing from him . heartbroken as you were the few races were coming up before you debuted in the May of 2016 so you needed to focus really good , you met your teammates and mechanics but deep inside nothing was okay . You happily learnt Joey moved on with a new girl , happy as you were for him , you still in love with him , even though you both would eventually fall apart you didn’t expect him to move on so quick. …..

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[sourholland]

based off of taylor swift’s song style

a/n → well i bet some people didn’t expect this story to be updated again, however here i am and here it is. this is chapter 4. what mostly inspired me to try and finish this series is the continuous love i have received through it. there were a lot of people who told me how much they enjoy it and who am i to deny them. however i know that it’s been a year since i’ve updated this so if you want off of the taglist because of disinterest, please let me know!!! same goes for wanting to be on the taglist, just lmk 🩵

summary → he’s the quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of lake erie—but does he have the heart to match it? you’re the bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. it doesn’t take much to catch the eye of joe burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.

warnings → strong language, nsfw content

word count → 3.4k

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SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter 4

“He’s fucking obsessed with you,” Sydney reasoned with you, listening to you finally debrief everything that had gone on between you and Joe over the last few weeks. “If you seriously start with all of this self-sabotage bullshit, I’m gonna kill you.”

Lena sat criss cross on the floor, silent and turning over the information you had given her carefully. Sydney was sitting on the couch beside you, knees pulled up to her chest as she spooned more ice cream into her mouth. It had been days since you slept over at Joe’s and besides a few text conversations and fleeting glances at the stadium, nothing more had happened between the two of you.

“She’s right,” Lena finally chimed in, her mass of curls held up in a claw clip she’d stolen from you during freshman year. “He’s obsessed.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned over dramatically and buried your face into the throw pillow on your couch and screamed into it. If he was so obsessed, why hadn’t he called? Maybe because you completely overreacted after seeing one text on his phone like a psycho bitch, you thought to yourself begrudgingly. He probably thought you were crazy and territorial over guys you weren’t even with.

“I think I ruined it when I left the bar,” you sighed, considering screaming into the pillow again like a child.

“Oh my god, shut up. Men are so simple and literally do not care about stuff like that, I’m telling you. If he told you he let it go, he let it go. There’s no reason to overthink it,” Sydney assured you with a half-full mouth of chocolate ice cream. “Do you remember when I was fucking with Josh sophomore year and found out he was still hooking up with that one girl on the lacrosse team? Lily or whatever the fuck her name was–whatever, not the point–but do you remember when I deadass asked the front desk of our dorm building for a pair of scissors and walked a mile to where his car was parked and slashed three of his tires. Yeah, well he still hits me up. Men do not give a fuck.”

Lena had begun clutching her stomach in fits of laughter, rolling onto her back and shaking her head with tears prickling the corners of her eyes. You clapped a hand over your mouth, kicking Sydney and recalling how feral the three of you had been during your freshman and sophomore year. Moments like these made you wish the three of you were already living together again, as you had the prior three years. Well, Sydney shared a suite with you and Lena sophomore year and the three of you got an apartment junior year. After you told your parents that you planned to stay in Cincinnati after graduation, they knew you would need a place and gave you your graduation present early–a down payment on an apartment and your first month's rent. 

Cheering with the Bengals and substitute teaching on the side allowed you to save a little, but most of your money went towards bills. Lena and Sydney were planning to move in and split the cost three ways as soon as your prior lease was up. They had agreed to take on your portion of rent when you moved out of your previous apartment two months ago, knowing they wouldn’t have to put any money away for the down payment when they did move in with you. They still had about three weeks left until the lease was up, but you had all spent weeks packing up the other apartment slowly but surely. There were enough rooms for each of you to get your own, one was just significantly smaller than the other two. Lena had volunteered to take the space immediately, claiming she didn’t mind the lack of closet space or squeaky door.

Lena never had it in her to mind anything like that, she always just brushed it off and said it didn’t bother her one bit. She told you she was just excited to live with her two sisters, making you cry on the spot and tell her how much you appreciated her. Sydney would have taken the small room, she just wouldn’t have been happy about it and somehow both you and Lena knew she would find closet space one way or another. 

“I can’t wait for Joe Burrow to be sitting in my kitchen,” said Lena, letting Sydney spoon ice cream into her mouth now. “Or what about when you guys are fucking–”

“Lena!” You took the pillow you had been yelling into and pressed it into your flaming cheeks.

“Okay wait, answer honestly and don’t be modest. How big?” she swallowed, clasping her hands together in front of her, ready to inch them apart. “Tell me when to stop.”

“You’re both insufferable!” 

Lena, however, only continued to move her hands apart from each other with wide eyes when you still hadn’t said to stop. She hit the solid length, you nearly wheezed the word out with tears freely streaming down your face as all three of you clutched your abdomens in hysterics and girlish giggles.

“Do you need a third or what?” Sydney joked, already having pulled Joe’s Instagram up to stalk for the millionth time.

“Obviously,” you gave her a playful once over and winked, sending the three of you into fits of laughter again. 

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Practices leading up to the next preseason game against the Giants were brutal. Coaches were through with putting up with excuses and mistakes, leaving most of you on the team crying by the end of the night. When they wanted you to suffer, you suffered. Some of the senior girls who had been cheering with the team for a few years tried their best to ease the anxieties of the less-veteraned girls.

Everything hurt, all the time. Your back and legs mostly, but the soreness in your thighs and glutes made even warmups painful.

“Y/N!” Coach Traci’s voice bellowed. “What are you doing with your arms? How many times have I told you that if you can’t get this, I’m moving you back for our sideline dance sequences so you’re less visible?”

“Multiple times,” your voice came out as a little more than an embarrassed squeak. “I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Don’t be sorry, be better.”

You had to get your mind straight, shaking off the criticism and putting everything into the next time you ran the dance. Coach Traci nodded at you, the only acknowledgement of improvement that you would get for tonight. After the shitshow that was the Cardinals game, you knew better than to balk or disrespect anyone during practices. Everyone was strung out and tired, it was during a water break when you realized Joe was perched in his usual spot, headphones around his neck and running through some easy sprints. 

Good fucking god, had he heard your scolding? The thought brought you back to high school, the feeling of getting a question blatantly wrong in front of your crush or being reprimanded in front of the class for talking too loudly during a lesson. That same flutter of uneasiness left you feeling uncomfortable within your own skin, distracted again but pushing the thoughts aside in order not to repeat the whole embarrassing ordeal.

Joe was doing his absolute best job of casually sitting in on as many cheer practices as possible. The last thing he wanted was to cause trouble for either of you, but he would have been lying if he said he wasn’t using the fact that he is who he is to do his workouts wherever he wanted around the facility without a second glance from anyone. There were very few people meandering around, telling Joe what to do. With his injury, he was just now getting back into light conditioning and drill work so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to remain at the stadium to workout after practice had ended. He was watching from the sidelines most practices, occasionally being able to do a few workouts and passing the football around while everyone ran plays. 

He would take advantage of the opportunity to watch you while it was the most inconspicuous.

Practice unsurprisingly went late. Joe had disappeared back inside at some point, to finally go home you assumed. Once you were heaving and your body felt like pure jelly, you were finally allowed to go and grab your things and head in to shower. There were two text messages from Joe, delivered fifteen minutes prior.

Joe: Text me when you’re done

Joe: Actually do you wanna do what you gotta do and meet me in our locker room??

This boy is genuinely idiotic if he thinks you’re just waltzing into the team locker room, facility still far from emptied out. You ignored the messages until you got into your own locker room, sitting on a bench and shaking your head at his idea once again. Joe had absolutely nothing to lose here, that much was obvious from the start. You were a completely different story, though.

Y/N: Joe omg

Y/N: There are cameras everywhereeeeeeeee

Y/N: Can you just call me later?

Joe: No

Joe: Just go around the long way, don’t take the hall Emily’s office is on and come around from the other side. 

When you didn’t respond right away, he texted again.

Joe: The security camera isn’t facing the door, it’s facing who comes down that main hallway

Joe: I swear no one is gonna see you, the cameras will literally only get you taking a different hallway to walk out of the building and we can leave out of different doors

Y/N: You’re actually insane

Y/N: How do you even know what ways the camera faces???

Joe: I just walked out of the locker room and looked

Joe: I basically walked the whole thing, everyone went home 

Joe: Obviously not your team but yk what I mean, your coaches office is on the complete other side of the building 

Y/N: Go home, Joe :)

Joe: Please

Your thumbs hovered over the letters ‘N’ and ‘O’, but there was a part of you that couldn’t deny how excited the idea of seeing him again made you. The sneaking around had your gut twisting in a way that had all of your rational thoughts going right out the door. You’re pathetic, you told yourself as you glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one watched you type your next message.

Y/N: You need to see me so bad that you’re saying please?

Joe: Desperately

Y/N: Oh you’re good lmao

Joe: So I’ll see you in fifteen

Liking the message, you put your head in your hands for a moment and huffed a laugh as you finally turned on the shower and stripped yourself of the now sweaty practice clothes. Most of the girls showered at home after night practices, so only a few remained readying to leave. You took your time, double shampooing and ensuring as many people as possible had departed from the practice facility. 

“Good night, girl!” Carolina called out, walking out the door and leaving only you.

“Night, Carol!”

With shaky breaths, you brushed your wet hair once again and looked into the mirror. You had no makeup on and wore shorts and a Bengals hoodie now, which did nothing for your confidence as you walked out of the locker room with your bag in hand and cast your eyes downward. In your attempts to look unsuspicious, you took the long back hallway that wrapped around the inside of the stadium. There was the muffled sound of the janitors' speakers, but they were far from where you were and each office and support center looked desolate and left for the night.

The door to the players’ locker room was slightly ajar, leaving you to glance around again and double check Joe’s camera assessment. He was right, there was a camera on the end of the hallway, but it faced the opposite direction and caught whoever took the main entrance inside of this part of the building. Quickly, you slipped into the much nicer locker room and shut the door behind you. 

“That was twenty-five minutes,” Joe’s voice sounded from behind you.

“This is a stupid idea,” you cast him a playfully annoyed glance and locked the door behind you, turning to find him in shorts and a black T-shirt. “You’re a really bad influence, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” he walked towards you with such ease that you wouldn’t have believed he was just bed-ridden from surgery. His fingers found the hem of your hoodie, smirking down at you in his usual arrogantly charming manner. “I’m still glad you came, though. Even if I compromise your moral judgment so badly.”

He is so fucking hot, you thought as he continued fiddling with your sweatshirt. How is it possible to have this much sex appeal? How is it humanly possible for anyone to resist a look like his? Your entire body was on fire, swallowing hard and wondering once again how you wound up here with him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed. “I know I keep saying that and you’re probably sick of it. It’s true, though.”

The pads of his thumb and index finger brushed your bare torso, the circular motion leaving you breathing a bit heavier. His touch was less feverish than usual, more gentle and fleeting like he wanted you to know how much he wanted you. Hardly blinking, you let the tense silence guide you towards him in a way that left you practically flush against each other. Joe’s breathing hitched, giving you those sultry bedroom eyes and stupid smirk.

This time it was you who could no longer resist, kissing him softly as if to say that you, too, could not stop thinking of him. He slid his arms around your lower back, allowing you to wrap yours around his neck. Your back arched slightly at the long kiss, his right hand lowering to grab your ass and squeeze. He somehow maneuvered the two of you farther into the locker room between open-mouth, breathy kisses. Your back collided with the wall to the right of the sequence of open lockers, his mouth on your neck and biting gently at the skin of your collarbone. 

He pulled your hoodie off, throwing it somewhere behind him. Your fingers found his hair, tugging as he marked your chest up ravenously. A problem for later, you pushed the thought away and let your head roll to the side as he palmed both of your breasts through the fabric of your sports bra, occasionally leaving a hum of pleasure against the soft skin between your breasts. He kissed down your stomach and held you roughly by one hip, sinking to his knees looking up at you asking permission. 

“Did you know this was going to happen when you texted me?” You teased, still holding onto him by his hair. 

“When I texted you,” he started, letting out a breathy chuckle. “I prayed to god that this would happen, but I figured you were gonna tell me to fuck off.”

With a playful shove of his head, you looked away with blazing skin and blown pupils. Joe pulled down your shorts in one quick motion, running his hands down your hips and thighs with a lustful expression. He kissed you over the fabric of your underwear, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. There was no denying the arousal dripping from you, wetting your panties, leaving Joe to raise an eyebrow and flash you an egotistical grin. A breathy moan escaped you and he stopped, causing a near-whimper to come from you.

“Quiet, baby,” he chided softly, “I need you to be quiet or we’re both fucked.”

The fact that he had called you baby was something to dissect tomorrow, you only inhaled sharply at his words. He looked up at you again with hair falling over his forehead, “can you be quiet for me?”

If he kept looking at you like that, you would do just about anything for him. You gave him a nod and he kneaded the flesh of your thigh now, finally pulling your underwear down and discarding them carelessly. He wrapped your right leg around his shoulder, on his knees before you.

“Can’t say that I’m complaining at this sight, right where you belong,” you whispered, cheekily.

“You’re hilarious,” he rolled his eyes and pinched your backside. “I’m on my knees for you anytime, just say the word.”

He didn’t give you even a second to respond, tonguing you with such desperation that your toes curled the second he put his mouth on you. Your slick had already coated his mouth and chin, his tongue running between your folds as his nose brushed the bundle of nerves. You struggled to keep quiet, eyes squeezing shut as you rocked your hips into his mouth and relished in each breathy moan that escaped him and reverberated against your center. 

His thumb went to your clit, rubbing feverishly at the bud and watching you turn to putty in his hands. Your legs began to shake violently, wondering how much longer you could stand the tight coiling in your belly. One of your hands remained in his hair, the other gripped the hard wall for any semblance of steadying as he devoured you. 

He grunted against you, picking up his pace and letting his hands explore as you bit back each and every sound you wished to make. He steadied you as you came undone, panting and unable to move or see. Stars clouded your vision, black spots causing you to close your eyes and breathe for a moment as you regained feeling of your body again.

The handle of the door shook, someone was trying to get in.

“Fuck,” you whispered at Joe, who was already carefully dropping your leg and reaching back to grab your shorts and hoodie. 

You slid the shorts on, throwing the hoodie over your head and letting Joe silently lead you farther back into the locker room where the showers were. He gave you a look that said to sit tight and make no noise. He didn’t look nearly as nervous as you, legs still gelatin and causing you to have to lean back against the wall to ensure your balance.

“Anyone in there?” A man’s voice sounded, muffled slightly from the distance now between you and the door. 

“Yeah!” Joe called out as casually as possible, he sauntered over to the door and flicked the lock and opened it. A janitor stood before him, cart beside him to clean. “Hey, Phil. I stayed late tonight, I don’t know why I locked the door. Must’ve been a reflex.”

Phil nodded slowly, he looked into the locker room and saw it all emptied out. Joe rubbed the back of his neck, swallowing and waiting for the man to say something. Phil only coughed and averted his eyes when he saw the lilac underwear balled up on the floor. He met Joe’s eyes and muttered that he’d come back around once he left, but not to be more than ten more minutes. Joe gave him a gracious thanks and sighed in relief as the man retreated down the hallway and brought his cart into another room, shutting the door behind him and turning his radio up considerably louder than he’d ever heard him play it.

“You can come out now,” he said, turning around and seeing the panties on the ground. He had no clue if Phil had seen them, but he also had no doubt that Phil was no busybody or gossip at his ripe age of at least seventy. 

“Do I get to keep these?” He asked as you came out from the showers, holding them up and smirking.

“Did I or did I not say that this was a stupid idea?” 

“Is that a yes or a no?”

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[lushlovers]

hi my love! would you possibly be interested in writing a joe blurb/one shot (whichever fits best) where the reader is alone/at home or something and gets injured and we see some fluffy, lovable panicked joe when he finds out? thank you!!

Who's Cutting Onions, J Burrow

summary; you really wanted to make him something nice but you aren't the most steady-handed...

warnings; mentions of injury with a knife, knives in general, blood, anxious and protective joe, domestic fluff!

word count; 330

note; if anything mentioned in the warnings sounds remotely triggering for you please sit this fic out, i have plenty of others coming out and already available for you to read. that aside, thank you nonnie for the request, i had loads of fun writing it for you:)

Cooking never has been your specialty, but when it comes to impression Joe in any way possible, you're quick to jump to do so, even if it meant preparing something in the kitchen. The counters were covered with the various ingredients needed to make your mom's spaghetti recipe.

Whilst your olive oil was heating in the pan, you chose to start slicing your vegetables for the sauce. Everything was going relatively smoothly until somehow your index finger got in the way. The cut was small but big enough to bleed a significant amount.

"Fuckin' shit," you instinctively shake your hand around manically, trying to soothe the stinging feeling shooting through your finger as you run in the direction of the guest bathroom. The spaghetti is long forgotten now, as your next mission is to search the cabinets for Neosporin and a band-aid.

Once located you turn the sink on and let the warm water wash away any remnants of blood on the wound and quickly follow up with some soap. As you're doing so, Joe's making his way into the house, when he passes the kitchen he sees the oil boiling on the stove and rushes to turn the burner off.

When he notices the knife and blood on the cutting board next to it, his heart skips a beat, "Baby?" he shouts, frantically looking around for you. He hears the water in the guest room running and how you yell back that you're in there, he lets out an exhale that he hadn't realized was trapped in his lungs.

"Are you okay?" He questions, obviously worried, and you want to just kiss him all over his flustered face simply for being him. He's always so protective, especially when it concerns you. "I'm alright, Joey, it was tiny," you smile, stepping up on your toes to kiss his cheek, and using your bandaged finger to pull his lower lip from between his teeth to prevent his nervous gnawing at it.

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[joesheistyy]

Sniffle Prevention

You had a terrible cold. When it came to sickness, you were able to hold your own. Except, this time around, it was different.

Joe had been out at football practice, and you were at home miserable. You had been having a hard time sleeping and even just breathing in general. Joe had tried with the home remedies, but this one was stubborn.

When Joe got home from practice, the first thing he did was come check on you. You were laying in bed with some mega dark circles, a glass of cold water, a box of tissues, and your favorite throw blanket. Joe gave you a pout, seeing your miserable state.

"Are you feeling any better after taking meds?" He asked, coming over to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Nope, still miserable," you sniffled, "I tried sleeping again, but I feel like my own snot is suffocating me," you tried to let out a laugh, but your throat was sore from having to be a mouth breather.

“Is it mostly when you lay down?” He questioned, sitting down on the edge of the bed facing you.

“Yeah, when I sit up it’s not as bad, but it still sucks,” you huffed, reaching for another tissue to try to clear your nose.

“Hmm, that’s difficult, isn’t it?” Joe gave you a soft smile as you nodded in response.

“I just wanna take a fucking nap or something. I’m so tired,” you groaned as Joe began to get up to go change from practice. He turned on the shower, suggesting one for yourself as well.

“Babe what about a warm bath? That might help clear you up,” he suggests after putting all his dirty clothes in the hamper of the bathroom.

“I mean that could be nice but I just feel like such ass,” you whined again, slowly moving to get out of bed.

“I think you should take one, I’ll get it started for you,” he said, starting the bath as his shower was still heating up. That’s one thing you both loved about the house. A nice big shower and a nice big tub. Separate from each other, but really nicely sized.

You submerged yourself in the water once it was ready and Joe hopped in the shower. You let your eyes close and your head tilt back in hopes of your sinuses draining even in the slightest. The warm water caused your body to relax a little bit, but your head still hurt from all the sniffling.

Joe hopped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. Was that one of the hottest things you had ever seen? It absolutely was. Joe loves it when you look at him the way you do when he wears a towel around his waist, but this day was different. He wanted you to feel better, no funny business.

“Any success in stuffy sniffle prevention?” He asks as he comes back in the bathroom after finding boxers and gym shorts.

“Once again, not really,” you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Damn baby, this is a tough one to crack,” he says, pulling your towel out of the towel warmer. You get out of the bath slowly while Joe wraps your towel around you, followed with his arms. He felt your body shiver from the cold air which caused him to pull your damp body in closer.

Joe helped you dry off and get comfy clothes on. You decided it was time to leave the stuffy bedroom for the first time all day. Anything to even try to lessen your symptoms.

Joe had made his way downstairs to make you some soup. You followed, walking toward the barstools to watch him at work in the kitchen. He made you a glass of water and scooted over a box of tissues for you.

While eating your soup, Joe cleaned up the bedroom and opened the window in hopes to make it a little less stuffy for you.

After you finished your soup, you set the bowl in the sink and headed back up to your room. You grabbed a new box of tissues and set them on your nightstand with your white Stanley tumbler filled with ice water.

Joe was laying in bed with open arms, welcoming you in. He had the switch turned on, getting ready to play super smash bros.

“Here babe, come sit on my lap. You can lean your head on my shoulder and sleep,” he said, pausing his game to allow you to climb on top of him.

This was one of those moments where sitting on his lap didn’t turn you on, it calmed you. You were able to get comfy, legs wrapping around his back and arms around his neck. Your head rested on the crook of his neck, still unable to smell his cologne because of congestion.

His arms were wrapped around your waist, looking at the screen ahead of him and spamming multiple buttons.

“Baby are you able to breathe a little better this way?” Joe asked, leaning to his left to give your cheek a kiss.

“A bit, yeah. I may fall asleep honestly,” you spoke with a sigh.

“Go ahead honey, I know you need some rest,” he said, nuzzling his head into yours to show some love to his sick baby.

“Are you sure?” You asked, leaning up to look toward his face briefly.

“Yes baby, I’m sure. You need to get a nap in or something, I can tell how tired you are,” he said, stroking your hair after pausing his game.

“Okay then, imma rest my head right here and try to sleep,” you said, nuzzling back into the crook of his neck.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes in hopes you could get even the slightest amount of sleep in. You were so tired after sleeping like shit the past few nights.

Joe continued smashing away at buttons, trying not to get too worked up over super smash bros. He knew his angel needed to sleep, and finding a comfortable way for you to sit up to breathe and to sleep comfortably at the same time was his ultimate goal.

As you dozed off, Joe kept quiet while playing his game. He dusted you in kisses and hugged you close, hoping that you’d soon be able to sleep soundly again. If this was all he could do to help you feel even the slightest bit better, he was all over it.

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I hope y’all enjoyed this! I’ve had such a stubborn cold all week and while watching the game, my bf gave me a shot of everclear that I didn’t know was everclear cause I’ve been so badly congested 💀 so I hope the last bit of this makes sense cause I’m drunk and sitting by the toilet rn 🤣 I love y’all, thanks for almost 300 followers!!!

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[burrowbaddie]

Can you write one about joe confessing his feelings after being jealous, thanks!!

Jealous!Joe who has been crushing on you since freshman year. He would never confess because you are against dating athletes. Besides, he is okay being your roommate/best friend.

"I can't find my shoes! Joe, where are my red heels!"

"How would I know where your shoes are? The red ones with the bow?" He asks, tossing a football up in the air. You storm over and grab the ball.

"Yes. Stop throwing balls in the apartment!"

"I can throw balls somewhere else," Joe says with a smirk. You ignore his comment and storm into his room, searching his closet.

"Why are my shoes in your closet?" You sit down and start putting them on.

"You must have left them here. Why are you going on a date anyways? I thought you had a big test to study for. That's not very studious of you." Joe plops down on his bed, watching you stand up and roll your eyes at him.

"If you must know, Greg and I are in the same major, and we plan to study too." You smile, fixing your top in the mirror. Joe rolls his eyes.

"Greg Kaminski? He's such-"

"A nice guy." You cut him off, giving him a stern look.

"He's not. He is def trying to sleep with you."

"Joe, not everyone has a football brain and wants to fuck everything in a skirt." You walk out of the bedroom and grab your purse. Then you remember to touch up your makeup so you have Joe answer the door. Joe swings the door open and glares at Greg. Greg asks for you, but Joe continues to glare at him.

"She's not here." He slams the door in Greg's face. Greg knocks again. Joe opens it again.

"What?"

"Well, we were supposed to have a date, so-"

"She's sick."

"But you said she's not here." Greg scratches his head.

"Yeah, she's at the doctor's, so get lost."

"Greg!" You squeal, walking over.

"Omg, you are home!" Joe says, pretending to be shocked. You give him a weird look and walk out.

"Clean up after yourself, Joseph. I'll be home late."

"Not too late though," Joe shouts back. He slams the door and plops down on the couch. He scrolls through some texts before deciding to grab something to eat with Ja'Marr. Unfortunately for you, your roommate comes to the exact same bar.

"I thought you said you were studying," Joe shouts over the music. Ja'Marr sits next to Greg, and Joe slides into the booth blocking you in.

"Joseph, of all the bars in this city, this is the one you chose. Remove yourself. I'm on a date." You shout back.

"Greg has a girlfriend." Ja'Marr blurts out. You snap your head toward Greg. He shakes his head and holds up his hands. Ja'Marr slides you his phone. You stare at Greg's girlfriend's IG. Ja'Marr stands up.

"We have this open relationship. I swear." Gregs says. Joe stands up, letting you out of the booth. You throw your drink on Greg and storm off. Joe chases after you and pulls you into a hug.

"Why are all men such jerks." You scream into his chest. Joe rubs your back.

"It's not meant to be with some guys. Don't worry; Joey will keep you safe." He says, talking in third person. You sniffle and walk back into the bar. After a few drinks, you being the lightweight drinker you are, has to be carried home by Joe.

"Men. All of them go to Hell." YOu mumble as Joe carries you over his shoulder towards your bed. He lays you down and starts to take off your heels.

"Jeans. Take it off." You try to unbutton your jeans, making Joe laugh. He unbuttons them and slides them off your legs. Next, you toss your shirt on the floor.

"Joey, am I pretty?" You pout, sitting on your knees. Joe nods his head.

"Extremely pretty." He replies, licking his lips. You pout some more.

"Why won't guys date me."

"Because-"

"Give me B O B!" You scream, pointing to your side draw.

"Like the rapper? You want me to play music?"

"Bob. I want him."

"Who the hell is Bob? Another guy I have to tell to fuck off?" Joe shouts going to your side table. He opens the drawer expecting a phone number or something but is shocked to find your little red vibrator. Joe pulls it out and eyes it.

"I'm much bigger than this." Joe chuckles, turning around to find you passed out on the bed. He laughs and puts it back but makes a note to bring it up in the morning. On the nightstand, he leaves you water and painkillers. You wake up with a hangover and take the meds. After a shower, you join Joe for breakfast.

"How's Bob?" Joe asks, munching on his toast.

"Who?"

"B O B."

You stare at him feeling your face heat up. No. No way. What did you say last night? Judging by Joe's smile, you know he knows about your vibrator.

"Battery Operated Boyfriend." Joe smiles, and you start screaming and run to your room. Joe finishes his food and knocks on your door.

"We all have needs, little bit!" Joe laughs, calling you the nickname he gave you because of your height. Which never made sense to you because you're 5'9, obviously, and he would tower over you, standing at 6'4. But you were on the taller side for girls, regardless.

"Go away! I'm embarrassed." You scream into your pillow.

"I jerk off 6 times a week."

"Joe....That's like every day."

"I mean, I didn't say it was daily. Once in the morning and once at night. 3 days out of 7." He replies, jiggling the doorknob. Counting last night when he jerked off, it was definitely 7 times this week.

"Joe....That's gross. stop."

"You try being your roommate." He whispers.

"What?"

"Nothing. Open the door, or I'll pick the lock." He shouts. You get up, unlocking the door. Joe hugs you, and you still feel a little embarrassed. He walks you backward until the back of your legs hit your bed, and you fall back. Joe lays down on top of you, making you giggle.

"You're heavy stop." You complain. He rolls off of you, and you grab your phone, opening Tinder. Joe rolls his eyes. He needs to delete the app off of your phone next time. You don't know it, but Joe knows your phone passcode. He has deleted numerous amount of texts from guys asking you out. You thought the guys just never texted you back. At first, Joe thought maybe he was doing too much, but his jealousy slowly started to have no limits.

"Oh. I matched with Andre." You smile, and he snatches your phone throwing it to the other side of the bed. Joe pulls you onto his lap and you sit up placing your hands on his chest.

"Andre is not a good guy either. Just stay single." He says, rubbing your hips.

"I have needs." You say mockingly.

"I can fulfill those needs."

Woah. What the fuck is Joe saying right now, you think to yourself.

"That would be weird. Wouldn't it? Friends with benefits never work out. It's a fact." You get off of him and sit on the bed.

"I don't think so." Joe lays on his side, watching you think.

"But we can stop at any time, right."

"Of course." He replies, sitting up.

"And we will still be friends?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, then let's try it."

Joe makes the first move by kissing your cheek, then your lips. You hesitate at first but slowly open your mouth, letting him enter. Joe easily dominates the kiss because you start getting dizzy. His hands find their way to your shorts and slide them off. He pecks your lips and sits back, tossing them on the ground. Of course, today is the day you wore no underwear. Joe marvels at your thighs, knowing as soon as he opens them, his prize will be between them. He slowly pulls your legs apart and almost drools at the sight of your pussy.

"Fuck." Joe says, bending down to kiss your legs and finally, the thing he has been dreaming about since freshman year. You arch your back feeling his lips on your cunt. No guy has ever gone down on you. Your fingers find safety in his hair as Joe simply devours you from down under.

"Oh gosh. OMG!" You cry out as Joe tongue fucks you into another world. When he slides two fingers in you, you yank at his hair, causing him to hiss. Joe takes his focus to your clit as he sucks and flicks his tongue around the bud.

"I'm cumming. Joe, wait!" You cry out. Joe only speeds up, causing you to clamp your legs around his head. When you cum, he drinks every drop. Slurping loudly. Hearing your moans excites Joe even more. He removes his face from your pussy and smiles at you. His face is soaked with your juices. He gets up and goes to the nightstand bringing out BOB.

"Joe-"

"Let me just try something." He says, turning it on. You open your legs, letting him take his place. Never in your wildest dreams did you think this would be happening? You never thought you would cross that line with Joe, but here you are with Joe fucking you with your vibrator.

"Do you know how beautiful you look right now?" Joe groans, pulling the vibrator out. You were on your second orgasm and begging him for the real thing. And Joe was happy to deliver. So, here you were on your hands and knees with your best friend/roommate pounding you from behind. Joe grabbed the headboard as he started chasing his own orgasm. You felt the bed shake, and the sound of the headboard mixed with the sounds of your sopping pussy swallowing Joe's cock sent you into overdrive.

"Birth control?" Joe asks because he's so close to cumming deep inside you. You nod your head fast. And with that, Joe cums inside of you. Your weak arms and legs give out when Joe pulls out. He lays down next to you, rubbing your back. And your friends-with-benefits relationship starts.

"A date? With who?" Joe asks, watching you put makeup on. It had only been 3 weeks since your arrangement started, but you still wanted to date.

"Andre from Tinder. He's a little bit older, but this could be it. Older guys are more mature and over their childish ways." You fix your turtleneck and turn to him.

"We had sex like two days ago. You still have the hickey on your neck and your thighs, so I don't think this guy is going to appreciate that." Joe crosses his arms and leans against your door.

"Well, I don't plan on sleeping with him, so he won't see any of it. Don't you have to meet with the football team?"

"I think it's dumb. I'm giving you-"

"Sex. I want love and a boyfriend." You cut him off and grab your phone. Joe follows you to the front door.

"Why can't you just be happy with what we have?"

"Joe, get over yourself. You wanted to have sex with me. That's all we have going on. I have the right to see other people. I'm sure Tiffany, your little girlfriend, wouldn't be so happy that you're sleeping with me."

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Then you might want to clear that up with the campus." You slam the door leaving Joe frustrated. He grabs his football bag and leaves for late practice. Tiffany was a cheerleader for the team, and yeah, Joe's messed around with her, but she wasn't his girlfriend, plus they haven't done anything since last semester. So when he spots her Joe confronts her about it.

"Why'd you tell people were dating," Joe asks. Tiffany stops talking to her friend and turns toward Joe.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." She crosses her arms, popping her gum loudly.

"Stop telling people that. That's all I wanted to say. Have a good one, Tiff." Joe walks off, but Tiffany makes a comment about you, and he stops in his tracks.

"What?"

"You heard me. Is it because you're fucking her?"

"She's my best friend. Get a life. I'm not going to play childish high school games with you." Joe walks away, this time as she continues popping off. When Joe gets home, he finds you sleeping on the couch with your notebook. He pokes your cheek.

"What? What are you doing?" You sit up, wiping your eyes.

"I'm sorry about earlier. You can date whoever you want." Joe sighs.

"I know that. And you can date whoever you want. That's that."

"How was your date?" Joe asks, even though it kills him on the inside.

"Great. He is such a sweet guy. I think this is it." You are smiling from ear to ear. Joe hates it. No, he doesn't hate your beautiful smile. He hates that some guy gets the same smile he always gets out of you. And just like that, Andre took you away from Joe. You guys started dating one month after the first date. And it was killing Joe.

"Dre. Stop." You giggle as your boyfriend kisses your neck. Joe slams his bedroom door and goes to grab his gym bag.

"Hey, Joey!" Andre calls out. Joe ignores him. He doesn't want that piece of shit to call him anything. Sure, he was a great guy, but he wasn't good enough for you. Joe concluded that. Joe had searched high and low for dirt on this guy, but he came back clean. It drove him mad.

"Joe, I'm going away this weekend with Dre, so you will have the place to yourself. No parties." You warn him. Joe doesn't say anything, which is weird and hurtful, but you brush it off. Joe puts his sneakers on, and you go to the bathroom. Dre gets up and walks over.

"I feel like maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I know you're the best friend and want to protect her. But she is a big girl and-"

"Are you done?" Joe asks. Andre chuckles.

"Listen I get you are her best friend, but she's my girlfriend. I'm not going to do the jealous guy thing with you. Respect me, and I'll respect you." Andre and Joe glare at each other until you come back. You walk over, and Andre wraps his arm around you.

"Everything okay?" You ask. Joe nods and puts his airpods in, walking out the door.

"I think he has a crush on you." Andre laughs.

"Joe? No. It's not like that. He is overprotective sure, but no, he doesn't like me like that. He's the number one athlete on campus girls are all lined up for him." You laugh, walking away.

"Well, he's kind of an asshole to me. If we're going to continue to date you need to fix that. I'm not really into jealous guys." Andre sits down and you wonder what Joe said to him. So, when Joe returns home you confront him.

"Stop. Whatever you said to Dre and how you acted toward him stops now. I've been letting it slide over the last few weeks, but enough is enough. You're mad because I ended our friends with benefits, and you're being a really shitty person about it."

"I'm not mad." Joe walks away from you, and you follow him to his room.

"Then why are you giving me an attitude. You can't stay 5 mins and have a conversation with me? You keep avoiding me, and it hurts."

"It hurts? You know what hurts is having a best friend who is the smartest person on campus, but they can't even read into normal situations." Joe shouts back, throwing his bag down.

"What? What are you talking about? How is this normal?"

"I'm in love with you. I have been hopelessly in love with you for the last 3 fucking years. And I thought at some point you would notice, but you didn't."

"You love me? Joe. I-What are you even saying right now."

"It doesn't matter anymore. Go be with Andre. He's a good guy. I know because I researched him."

You're speechless. You don't know how to reply to any of this. Joe points to the door, and you walk away. He slams it close and locks it. For the next two weeks, he stays with Ja'Marr.

"Is Joe okay?"

"What do you think." Ja'Marr laughs, copying your notes.

"You knew?"

"Everyone knew. But you, I guess." Ja'Marr slides your notes back. You stuff them in your bag. You feel like the biggest idiot on the planet. Joe doesn't come home for another week. You sit up on the couch, watching him walk to the bedroom.

"Joe-"

"I thought you would be at the library. I just came to get some more clothes. I'll move out at the end of the semester."

"Joe, stop. Can you talk to me?" You follow him to his bedroom.

"Talk," Joe says, going into his closet.

"I didn't know. I never saw it that way. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I'm sure you and Andre will be better if I'm not in the picture." Joe throws clothes into his bag. You shake your head.

"No. I-I broke up with Andre. I had time to think for the last three weeks. All this time, I thought what we had was normal for friends. But it wasn't. Every guy that I've tried to have something with, I found myself comparing them to my best friend. I needed him to make me laugh so hard milk comes out my nose. Or watch this most annoying romcom with me even though he hates them with a passion. Or when it's that time of month, he drops everything to make sure I'm taken care of...I looked for all of that in these guys when I already had that.

"What are you saying?" Joe stops packing to face you.

"Joe, I love you too."

Joe tries to hide his smile. You shove him. He hugs you and kisses the top of your head.

"You're not very good at reading people." He comments. You playfully hit his stomach. Joe chuckles and looks down, and pouts his lips. You roll your eyes and kiss his lips.

"And the guys you were chasing after definitely weren't going to make you squirt like-"

"Joe, stop! That was so embarrassing." You scream, covering his mouth. Joe kisses your hands.

Here you go, nonny! I hope you like it. This was a bunch of fun to write. I did it in one sitting so if it sucks sorry lol but yay!

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[betterthanburrow]

citrine (happiness) 💛

Citrine - Joe Burrow

Crystal Representation: Happiness

Genre: Fluff with a hint of Angst

"your smile always cheers me up.”

Joe Burrow watched the snow fall from the sky through the window in his girlfriend’s childhood bedroom… While the weather in Québec, Canada was very cold, the sun was still shining through the clouds and that gave Joe a little bit of hope that his mood could get better in the next couple of days.

There had been a lot of things on his mind during the past few weeks, but now that the off-season has started for him… Joe has had the time to let those thoughts take over his mindset and process everything that had happened during the past few months.

From the rumors about his private life, to the injuries, to the disagreements that he had with his teammates and coach staff, to the harassment from the media and how the high hopes for this season were all gone.

After everything that happened in the United States throughout these past few months, he just needed to get away from the country for a little while… so he took your parents’ offer to spend a couple of weeks in the beginning of the off-season in Québec in your old childhood home to spend time with family that you haven’t seen in a couple of months

If Joe listened closely, he could hear you speaking your fluent language of French to your parents who were laughing along with something that you had said… he couldn’t say that he knew the French language fluently, but maybe if he paid close attention to what you were saying he could understand a few French words.

Instead, his thoughts overwhelmed his mind and the voices from your parents’ kitchen were just background noises… Joe allowed himself to drown in his self-deprecating thoughts as he closes his eyes, trying to image himself to be anywhere that he couldn’t feel stuck in his own mind.

He tried to imagine himself somewhere that he knows he can feel at peace, but everytime he tried to imagine a place in his mind… He just imagines himself in the middle of a football field, in uniform ready to play a game alongside his teammates but it’s going to be months until he has the chance to play again.

The deep breathes he took while he rested on his back had you convinced that he was asleep when you had opened your childhood bedroom’s door, with a mug of hot chocolate in your hand.

Quietly, you tip-toe into the bedroom and place mug on the nightstand right next to your childhood bed… You sit down next to where he laid on the bed and placed your hand on top of his hands where they were rested on his chest, rubbing your thumb along the goosebumps on his skin.

Joe could feel you from the moment you had opened the door but he didn’t want to wake up yet, he could smell the hot chocolate that he knew were made by your mother… He couldn’t help but wonder if the conversation from the kitchen that he could hear when his mind was quiet was about him.

You were quiet as you watched him sleep, just like Joe there were a lot of thoughts going through your mind as well that you finally had time to process the past few days since you’ve been home in Canada.

“I’m not asleep if that’s what you’re thinking.” Joe mumbles, with his eyes still closed.

“I wasn’t thinking that…” you say.

Joe raises a questioning eyebrow before opening his eyes and sees you sitting in front of him with the prettiest smile that he has ever seen on your face.

He grabs your hand to hold as he fidgets with the promise ring that he gave you on your 1 year anniversary a few years ago on your right ring finger.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, “My parents are a worried about you cause you’ve been in here all day.”

Joe shrugs his shoulders, “I’m not in the worse mood but I’m not in the best mood either. I’m just existing as of right now… and tell your parents I’m fine, they don’t need to worry about me.”

“They’re going to worry about you because they care about you.” you respond “It’s okay to feel this way, as long as you’re existing that means you’re surviving.”

He nodded his head to acknowledge you that he understands what you said… You watched him furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips as his fingers fidgeted with the promise ring on your finger.

Over the past few days, the two of you had many conversations about the things that had happened within in past few months but also the things that are going to be happening the New Year.

You didn’t feel the need to talk to him about the thoughts going through his mind right now because it would just be repetitive conversations… Instead you reach over to the nightstand and grab the mug of hot chocolate to hand over to Joe.

Before taking the drink from your hand, he sits up on up the bed with his back against the headboard… As he took the mug from your hand, whispering a “Thank You” before taking a sip of the hot chocolate drink.

Joe hums in delight as the hot chocolate drink soothes his mind, taking another deep breath as he sips his drink and closes his eyes to enjoy it… Your mother’s famous hot chocolate drink is his favorite drink in the world, he feels at peace with the mug of hot chocolate in his hand and you sitting right next to him on the bed.

“This is the best hot chocolate that I’ve drank in my life.” Joe declares, resting his head back on the headboard.

“You say that every-time you drink my mom’s hot chocolate.” you giggle in response.

“I say it every time because it’s true.” Joe says, before taking another sip of the hot chocolate drink.

“Make sure you tell my mom that, she loves when the hot NFL Quarterback praises her hot chocolate cause it boosts her ego.” you exclaim, causing Joe to laugh.

As the minutes go by, he has taken more sips of his hot chocolate drink while the both of you watch the snow fall from the window… He felt relaxed as his mind had settled down from those overwhelming thoughts.

It was a peaceful atmosphere in your childhood bedroom, your body was now laying next to Joe as he had one arm around your shoulder as your head rested on his chest.

“I know we have snow in Cincinnati… but nothing will compare to the snowfall in Québec.” you whisper.

Joe hums in response, taking his last sip of the hot chocolate drink before reaching over to place the empty mug on your nightstand, “It is a pretty view.”

“It still is too cold to go outside and enjoy it.” you say, “But maybe if it gets a little warmer in a few days we can go outside and build a snowman.”

“Are you wanting to build a snowman just because we watched Frozen last night?” Joe asked.

“ ‘Do You Wanna Build A Snowman’ has been stuck in my head all day!” you exclaim. “But honestly, it’s been years since I’ve built a snowman… and maybe building a snowman can cheer you up from your mood swings.”

“I am cheered up… I told you that I’m fine.” Joe says.

“Did my mom’s hot chocolate cheer you up?” you ask, sitting up from your spot next to him.

"Your smile always cheers me up.” Joe answers, causing you to roll your eyes as your smile grew bigger.

“Stop trying to flirt with me and answer the question.” you exclaim, causing Joe to laugh.

“Alot of things that you and your parents have done for me since we’ve arrived here have helped cheer me up.” Joe says, “And I’m sorry for being in these mood swings since before our trip back here started.”

You pout as you lean forward to peck his lips, “You don’t need to apologize for anything. My parents and I just want you to be happy after the rough few months, and we’ll do what we need to do to help you.”

The prettiest smile that he’s ever seen appears on your face as you lean back from him, a rosy blush spreads across the cheeks of his face as a small smile appears.

You decide to kiss him on the lips one more time, before pulling away to stand up from the bed causing Joe to furrow his eyebrows and pout, “Where are you going?” he asks as you’re walking towards the door.

“I’m going get us a slice of pumpkin pie… I bet that’ll cheer you up more than a smile.” you state.

Joe shakes his head, “Trust me… Nothing is better than your smile.”

“Stop trying to flirt with me Burrow!” you exclaim causing him to laugh, before walking out the bedroom.

There are still alot of things that are on his mind, but none of those thoughts are about the things that happened in the past… Joe thought about the things that the two of you had talked about in regarding the future of the New Year, also he thought about the promise ring on your right ring finger that he was fidgeting with and how soon there would be a ring on your left ring finger.

The engagement ring box was hidden in the drawer of your nightstand, he knew that there was no chance that you’ll open the nightstand’s drawer… He didn’t have a plan on what day he was going to propose to you or how the proposal is going to go, but he knows that he wanted to be by your side for the rest of his life.

As he turned his head to watch the snowfall in Québec, he had hope that things would be different things year.

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