I’ve been putting this off for a while now, however, I believe I owe you guys some sort of response/update.
I’m gonna be honest. I’ve lost interest in Jack Harlow. Yes, his music is great, yes he’s attractive, however, I’m just not into writing for him anymore. Or writing at all.
As some of you may know, I am well known for my smuts. I get a lot of asks for them, and a lot of comments on how good they are. However, my sexuality prohibits whether I write or not, and recently is has to the extreme. A while back I made a post explaining my sexuality and how it affects me daily, which I will link here. I’m not going to go into details, as you can read the post, but basically sometimes I feel romantic, sometimes I don’t. The same thing goes with for the concept of intimacy. And because of this, I can’t write unless I’m in the mood, which is becoming a few and far in between.
At this point, I honestly don’t know what to do. I’ve received a lot of suggestions, however, when I go to put forth the effort, it just isn’t there; which can been kind of seen with my one sentence requests.
I don’t want to say I’ll be back to writing, because 9 times out of 10, I won’t. However, I also don’t want to say I’m leaving, because I don’t think I am. I just have no motivation to write at the moment. Will that change in the future, maybe? I don’t know just yet.
With that being said, I’d like to apologize, to the asks I’ve received and never answered, to the stories I’ve promised and never completed, to those of you who are waiting for me - I am deeply sorry. I’m just not feeling it anymore.
I’ve also noticed that the Jack Harlow tumblr presence is now dead. No one is really active on here; and part of me wants to come back and change that, but the other part of me wants to just leave it.
I do want to give thanks to all of the people who I’ve made friendships with, you know who you are. I’d also like to thank all of you, who have showed interest in me in my page, I’m grateful for every single one of you.
To keep things short, and to give some reassurance - I will no longer be on tumblr as frequent as I was before. I haven’t decided if I wanted to stay, nor decided if I want to go, so it’s really up in the air. Please do not expect posts, as I don’t want to leave you hanging mid-air. However, please be assured that my page will be up. I will not take down this page unless stated so in the future, but as of right now, I’m not taking it down anytime soon.
I will be pinning this post, so underneath my signature theres a link to my navigation, as well as a few others.
I love you all, and thank you so much for sticking with me this long.
- Luna 🌙
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I want to reblog this and be clear when I say I AM NOT LEAVING. I’m simply not writing at the moment. I will be reading stories, probably rebloging post, interacting. I just won’t be actively writing.
So now we are accused of making being POC our entire personality? First of all I am BLACK and will FOREVER be proud of that. In EVERY lifetime and would NEVER want to be anything else.
We experience racism EVERYWHERE and not just here and what even made you come to that conclusion? Because it is literally speculation and just being IGNORANT.
And the fact that it is now JULY 8TH, 2026 and you are STILL talking? How about you take accountability for what you actually did and educate yourself? Because this isn't the first time you've done some stupid ass shit on here.
Signed,
An actual pediatric emergency nurse who gives a damn about her patients as well as the parents who is a BLACK queen who is always ready to call racists out on their shit
"only 90s kids remember-" wrong, if you're poor and/or rural enough, old tech and fashion doesn't just disappear when it stops being trendy. We had dial-up until 2012
If I read another fic with “your face turned bright red/pink,” “your face reddened,” “your skin flushed with colour, “your pink lips,” or any other fair-skinned/white reader descriptions, I think I’ll actually stop reading fanfiction all together 😒
What truly annoys me is that these fics are SO DAMN GOOD! I hate having my heart drop every time I read ‘x reader’ fics cuz I know that they wrote it with fair-skinned readers in mind. It sucks.
I try not to be one of those people who criticize everything but I’ve been reading these for YEARS. I’m sick of it.
i LIED im not horny for sex. im horny for a soft domestic life. extremely horny for stealing kisses in between cooking dinner. extraordinarily horny for curling up together and watching something funny and talking about our days. off the charts horny for having my hair played with while we snuggle
Synopsis: It's the final day of Fanatics fest and you and Joe participate in the panel and let's everyone know that he is your biggest fan
Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader
Requested by: @hoodharlow 😘💕
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It was the last day of Fanatics fest 2025 and the only events that you had left to do were the panel and meet and greets. Then you would finally be able to crawl into the bed at the hotel and sleep the rest of the day away before going back home.
Seeing that your twins were growing what it seemed to be by the minute, Joe along with your personal assistant Remy had asked you multiple times if you wanted to do the event at all. But seeing as you had already made the commitment, there was no way you were backing out now.
The panel would be hosted by Tiffany Haddish and would include you, Joe, Druski, OBJ, and James Harden. You had picked out your outfit the night before and when Joe saw what shoes you were wearing, he instantly became confused.
“Baby, aren't your feet going to hurt? Don't you want to wear flat shoes instead?” Joe asked out of concern.
“No, I want to wear these. Besides, they go with my outfit and I'm going to be sitting down the majority of the day. I'll be fine. Besides, I have a husband that will carry me if I get tired. And his name is Joseph Lee Burrow.” You told him as you leaned down to kiss him.
“I… you are so spoiled.”
“Not my fault, it's yours. Now go and finish getting ready while I do my hair.” You replied as you walked over to the mirror and began brushing it.
“Yes ma'am.”
As you were finishing the last braid in your hair, you felt a series of kicks that caught you off guard, but the only thing you did was smile. It was a feeling that you never got used to no matter how many times it happened.
Looking down at your stomach, you began making small circles before talking to them.
“Hey, cut it out down there. You two better be on your best behavior today.”
While playing on your phone, Joe came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and you slowly placed it down in front of you before eyeing him and whistling.
“My eyes are up here, Mrs. Burrow.”
“But your dick is down there and that's what I'm looking at.”
“You don't have any shame do you?”
“Nope. None at all. And I told your daughters to be on their best behavior but we'll see how that goes. I think Selene kicked me in the ribs just now. I don't know how I know that it was her, but I do.”
“They'll behave. We don't have too much longer to go.”
“We don't have a lot of time to talk about this right now, but just give me the short answer. And do not lie to make me feel better or to keep me calm.”
“What is it?” Joe asked you as he slipped on his shirt.
“You're scared shitless because they're basically going to be born at the beginning of the season and you feel a huge amount of pressure on your shoulders even more so than you normally do and for good reason. Just tell me yes or no because I think that you're trying to hide it from me but you suck at it. Okay now go.”
“The short answer is yes. It's not like we can sort of ease into this with one child and get a handle on it before having another one. We are literally starting off with two. I already do so much during the season and the last thing I want to do is obviously miss something. I'm their dad and I need to be there every step of the way. I worry about missing their first laugh, their first steps, first smile just because I was too busy and being a supportive husband to you. Suppose you have a c section? That's major surgery and you need someone to be here to help you recover. That should be me. Regardless if it's not, you still need me here.”
You sighed before nodding your head as he now came to sit across from you.
“And that's why it takes a village. Bottom line is that we are going to need help and luckily we are in that position to have it. We have both of our parents who wouldn't even hesitate to help us. We are going to be amazing parents and the best thing about all of this is that we got our fairytale ending because at one point, you thought that you were going to have to live without me. We are going to get through this because we have each other.”
Joe slowly nodded his head before grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. He held onto it as he let out a deep sigh.
“You know WE love you right?” You asked with a smile as you pointed with your other hand to your belly.
“And you show me every single day no matter what. Especially when I get on your nerves.”
–
The panel was now underway, but the only thing that you could focus on at the moment was how hungry you were. You kept zoning in and out and a few times, Joe had to grab your hand and ask if you were okay.
But you tuned all the way in as Tiffany had just asked Joe a question regarding his outfits and how he picks them during the season.
“And Joe, you look like you could be a model from the 1900s. Doesn't matter what you were modeling, I'd look.” She added and you smiled while nodding your head.
“YOU'RE SO SEXY JOE!” You heard a fan scream from the audience with Tiffany quickly agreeing.
“See? She gets it.”
“Thank you everybody, I suppose. However, my wife is next to me and before you ask, yes, she can fight.” Joe said without hesitation as he looked over at you before a laugh escaped his mouth.
“Don't let her being barely 5 feet fool you.”
“Aye! Y/N, I don't want any smoke I swear! I just like to look.” Tiffany told you and you playfully eyed her.
“You can look, but don't touch. That's been mine since 2018.”
“And do you sometimes help him pick his outfits during the season?”
“Yes and no. Sometimes I get surprised just like everyone else. You guys remember the pants from two seasons ago? Yall know what I'm talking about. THE PANTS. I hated them so much that I hid them in our house and I honestly don’t remember where I put them.”
“It's okay, Ja'Marr bought me another pair.”
“And I'll hide those too. Don't tell me that.”
“But can we talk about last year and fashion week? The Met Gala?” Tiffany asked and you started fanning yourself.
“Two words, back muscles.” You quietly said while winking at Joe.
“No Y/N! No bedroom eyes right now! You're already pregnant and need to behave at least until the panel is over.”
“No promises, Tiffany.”
Joe couldn't even form a sentence because he kept laughing at the two of you. When he finally stopped, he was able to answer the question.
“It was definitely out of my comfort zone and that was actually not the original suit that I was going to wear. I had fun and I'll probably do more in the future. I mean I like to have fun with fashion during the offseason. We're locked down for seven months out of the year so it's nice to have some downtime and I'm going to take advantage of that. I've always liked colors since I was in high school, pink, purple, but not red…”
“Wait, Joe you a crip?” Druski asked and you couldn't hold in your laugh.
“I just don't like red and how it looks on me. The color makes me think of violence.”
“Yeah, he's a crip.” Druski added while a look of shock came across his face.
“No, but maybe one day. You never know.”
“Learn something new everyday. Now onto Y/N. Do you feel that your fashion has changed since you got into the spotlight?”
“Definitely more expensive than it used to be…”
“I know all about that.” Joe added and you rolled your eyes at him.
“Ignoring you over there. But I do like to take risks and I think that's a big deal. Being invited to the Met and trying to do something on theme, but at the same time wanting it to incorporate your style can be fun when you get to choose all the different patterns and colors and to see what looks the best.”
After rating multiple outfits from different celebrities, Tiffany opened up the panel for the audience to ask questions.
“My question is for Y/N. Does it bother you that you're basically looked at as a trophy wife and that Joe's accomplishments overshadow yours?”
You had a look of confusion on your face and Joe of course quickly stepped in to answer.
“Pause, not too much on my wife. Let me stop you right there. I'm answering this because what just came out of your mouth isn't true at all. She can stand all on her own just fine without me seeing as only one of us has been to the Olympics multiple times. And let's be serious, she can probably kick everyone's ass in this room. She is so accomplished and so dedicated to what she does and I'm obviously proud of her. As long as she's happy that's what's important. There is no way in hell that the average everyday person can do what she does. Her saying yes to marry me was a bonus.”
“Well said and these hormones are probably going to make me cry. But to add to that, I have never felt like I came second to him or that people overlooked me even when we were at LSU together. He supports me at the same level that I support him. I mean just last summer at the Olympics since he couldn’t go because of training camp starting, they surprised him and told him to come an hour early not knowing that they specifically blocked out their morning to watch me compete. And the entire team made a video for me saying how proud they were of me.”
“Very good answers, you two. Now how about you in the pink right there.”
“Hi Joe and Y/N! This is for both of you. Y/N, what was your mindset when the awarding of your medal got reviewed and Joe, how did you help support her through it?”
“Very good question. First off as many people know, no one honestly thought I would be alive to even compete again. I had to learn how to basically do everything all over again and had never trained so hard in order to be able to qualify to go back. So with that being said because of everything that I had gone through it felt like a slap in the face. Like this was supposed to be the ultimate comeback story. Granted, I did walk away with other medals but that one really stung especially knowing that I didn't have as many mistakes as the other competitor.” You replied as you looked over at Joe to continue.
“First off, I've always been confident in my wife's talents and I'm glad we all get to see her thrive in what she's best at because like she mentioned, there was a time where we didn't even think she would be here. When it originally happened, she facetimed me and was obviously crying and upset and I remember her saying that ‘all of my hard work meant absolutely nothing’ and I had to shut it down as soon as she did. I mean they didn't even think she would recover. But she did. They didn't think she would walk again, but she did. So to see her going from laying in a hospital bed intubated and in a coma to competing again is mind blowing and I had to tell her that she beat the odds. That by itself was something for her to be proud of. I'm her biggest fan and she knows it.” Joe confidently answered as you couldn't contain your smile.
“I think we need to have a panel with just Joe and Y/N next year because you two are the picture perfect couple of the sports world.” Tiffany suggested and you simply nodded your head towards her.
“We are not opposed to the idea, but next year there will be four of us instead of two.” You replied while pointing to your belly.
“I can babysit!” Druski yelled out and both you and Joe eyed him.
“Druski, I wouldn't trust you to watch my pet fish.”
“Well do you have one? We can do a trial run.”
“We don't and we're not buying one to test this theory either.”
–
Joe was holding your hand, while your heels were in the other as the two of you were walking to your hotel room.
It had been a long day or weekend rather, and all you wanted was to lay down and get cuddles from your husband.
“Thank you babe for bringing my flats.” You looked up at him as he just shook his head.
“Don't you think I know you by now? I knew that you wouldn't last in those heels. And you're welcome, pretty girl.”
“But I went almost the entire day! It only got bad in like the last hour and a half.”
“Almost and now your feet are swollen again. You need to elevate them when we get in here.” He replied as he opened the hotel room door and stood to the side to let you in first.
“And a foot rub from my husband!”
“If that's what my wife wants. Anything else?” He asked as you were starting to take off your outfit and get comfortable.
“Just kisses.”
“Sounds easy enough.” Joe told you while he began unbuttoning his shirt.
After doing your nighttime routine and of course making Joe do a face mask with you, the two of you crawl into bed as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Babe?”
“Yes?”
You didn't reply, but instead grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach so that he could feel the twins kick.
“And thank you for always defending and protecting me.” You finally said and Joe responded by placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Always going to be here to do it no matter what. Like I said earlier, I'm your biggest fan and want you to succeed at everything that you do.”
Synopsis: You and Joe have been together since his start at LSU and his transition to the NFL. The picture perfect couple who everyone thought would be together forever. It wasn't until a shift began to take place when you began to question if the two of you were truly meant to be. But when you least expect it, the relationship ends, and soon Joe realizes the mistake he made.
Pairing: Boyfriend!Joe Burrow x Girlfriend!Reader
Requested by: @a-moment-captured 😘💕
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Looking into the mirror in your bathroom in your newly purchased condo, you started applying a face mask as you thought about how just weeks ago you thought that you were going to spend forever with someone that you had loved through thick and thin and the ups and downs all for him to pull the rug out from beneath you and send you catapulting into an abyss of sadness.
The tears had been off and on since that day and in order to give yourself somewhat of a piece of mind, you tried to make sense of it.
But even then, more than likely that would make you cry even more.
The two of you were the picture perfect couple that complimented each other well in every aspect. Having been together through his time at LSU and him moving onto the NFL as well as him supporting your career as a sports journalist, the world was at your feet.
Until it wasn’t.
There started to be a shift, especially after his season ending wrist injury and it was a feeling that you couldn’t quite shake. You had been supportive as always and helped him in every way that you could, but the feeling in the pit of your stomach remained. The two of you even stopped having sex and it was like every day you were just going through the motions. Knowing that this was the person you wanted to be married to, you proposed the idea of going to couples therapy and to your surprise he actually agreed.
It had gotten better, at least for a short period of time and you were happy to have your Joe back.
Except you didn’t have him back and the night of your anniversary was when you found out.
This was the night that you just knew he was going to propose so of course, a good amount of time was spent on your nails, your hair and your outfit that was ultimately picked out by Joe. He told you to be ready at a certain time so that the two of you can head to the restaurant for your reservation. It’s not like the two of you hadn’t talked about marriage before, and how many kids you both wanted, etc.
You still remember the last thing he said to you before the two of you left the house as you were admiring yourself in the mirror while adding jewelry for the final touch. Joe came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you as he rested his head on your shoulder and looked at you through the mirror making a smile appear on your face.
“I knew I picked the perfect dress for tonight, you look gorgeous.”
Once at the restaurant, you noticed that the two of you went into a section that was closed off which you figured was for the best so that you two could have privacy without the prying eyes of the public. Everything seemed to be going well and the two of you had just finished dessert when Joe had caught your attention.
“Y/N, I have something that I need to tell you.” Joe said which you thought was somewhat odd. He almost never called you by your full name unless he was being serious.
This was it, you were getting your ring and would officially be becoming Mrs. Joseph Lee Burrow. You had been waiting for this moment for so long and it was only right that it happened on your anniversary.
“Sure, babe. Go ahead, I’m listening.” You had your eyes on him and he took a deep sigh before saying anything else.
“I think we need to break up. This isn’t working for me anymore.”
It took you a few seconds for your brain to register exactly what he had just said to you, but once it did you had a look of disbelief on your face.
“Excuse me? What? What are you talking about? What isn’t working for you?”
“I feel like we’ve grown apart and we don’t want the same things out of life anymore.”
“That is utter bullshit.” You told him without backing down and crossing your arms over your chest.
“Y/N, this isn’t meant to hurt you, but…”
“Let me cut your ass off right there because what do you mean this isn’t meant to hurt me? You tell me to dress up, get my hair and nails done all for you to break up with me and on OUR anniversary? Un-fucking-believable.”
“I…”
“We talked about marriage and having kids and I have been with you through fucking EVERYTHING. Who was there when you won the Hesiman? When you entered the draft? When you blew out your fucking knee your rookie year? So, this is the thanks I get? Really? That’s the best answer you can come up with?” You asked him and he sat there and looked at you as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Who is she? Because there has to be someone else. That’s the only other logical explanation for this.”
“There isn’t anyone, I never cheated on you. Ever.”
“Hmm, I don’t know if I believe that. But at this point, it doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?”
“Believe what you want, but I’m telling you the truth. I’m not happy anymore and I haven’t been for a long time.”
Hearing him say that broke your heart and it took everything in you to not erupt in tears at the table.
“Well, I guess I should go then, huh? Thanks for dinner and ruining our anniversary.”
“Y/N, it wasn't my intention to ruin anything. But I needed to be honest with you. Let me at least drive you back.”
“No need. All my stuff will be out of our… well now it's just your house by midnight and take my name off the deed.”
That was February 14th, 2024 and you were still feeling the effects months later. Once the news broke that the picture perfect couple of the NFL was no more, your Instagram comments were flooded on the daily with people claiming that you used him and now he could finally get someone who deserved him and deserved him back sending you further into a deeper depression.
While on the other hand, there were men and women in your comments begging to give them a chance.
You disappeared for a while and moved back to your hometown of Atlanta spending a good amount of time with your parents and trying to focus on moving forward. Your parents felt some type of way about the break up and how he did it, but you told them that there was nothing to do but move on. Obviously, your parents had also grown close to him and thought of him as their ‘bonus son’ and they were literally waiting for him to pop the question.
The question that never came.
During that time, you started your own clothing line that focused on all 32 teams in the NFL from shirts, sweatshirts, sweatpants, hats, gloves, and more. Your best friend Sage had been trying to keep your spirits up during the summer and had treated you to a 14 day cruise where you could truly disconnect from the world around you.
After you and Joe had ended your relationship, your friendship with both Ja’Marr and Justin seemed to end as well. All four of you were extremely close at LSU, but all in all you get it. The only reason you knew them was because of Joe and he had been friends with them first, except for Justin. But it still hurt nonetheless. Many calls and texts would go unanswered by the both of them to the point where you had just given up and moved on.
The new season was approaching and you were extremely nervous because you knew that crossing paths with Joe was bound to be inevitable. But you were going to hold your head high and remain professional. In the end, it was his loss and he would have to live with the decision that he made. The first game of the season that you would be covering was the Ravens vs. Chiefs and you were currently packing a bag in order to catch your flight later that evening.
Sage was supposed to be helping you pack, but instead she was helping herself to your newly stocked wine cabinet.
“Sage! Isn't that your third glass?” You asked her as you were packing up your toiletries while she made herself comfortable on the couch that was situated in your bedroom.
“And it’s almost gone so I'll probably need a fourth.” She replied as she shrugged her shoulders.
“I need to put a lock on that cabinet when you come over.”
“I think I'm more nervous than you are for this season.” She confessed and you looked at her confused.
“What for?”
“Uh? What do you mean what for? The person who broke your heart is an NFL quarterback last time I checked. And you are an analyst who has to interview players all the time.”
“And? That isn't going to stop me from doing my job. I worked hard for everything I have and a little break up isn't the end of the world.” You told her and you weren’t quite sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself. At this point, it was probably both.
“Bestie, this wasn't a little break up. You cried everyday for two months straight.” She told you as she finished off her third glass and mumbled the last part.
“Please don't remind me. Why are we talking about him anyway? No point in dwelling on the past and what could have been.”
“You’re right, sorry. It doesn't matter and you're going to be amazing as always.”
“It’s his loss and he will never be in my good graces for as long as he still walks this earth. How could I possibly forgive him for what he did?”
“Oh…”
“Oh, what?”
“So, you mean to tell me if he were to walk through that door right now and beg for forgiveness you would tell him no?” She asked and you stopped what you were doing to come and sit down next to her.
“Sage, I thought that I was going to spend the rest of my life with him…”
“We all did to be quite honest…”
“And when he broke up with me out of nowhere, that was a type of hurt that I never ever want to feel again. And I damn sure don’t want my future son or daughter to end up going through what I did. And it looked as if he didn’t even care and wasn’t even sad about it. I think that was what hurt me the most. He swore up and down that there wasn’t anyone else and I honestly don’t know if he was telling the truth now that I think about it.”
“But… okay to me the entire thing just didn’t make any sense. The two of you had been together since 2018, fell off a little bit, went to therapy, we think we’re in the clear and then he just goes and breaks up with you on Valentine’s Day out of nowhere?”
“And it was our anniversary.”
Sage sighed and looked down at her empty wine glass before looking back up at you.
“Well, you know what they say…”
“And what is that exactly?”
“He was obviously just a placeholder for your actual husband and now you just have to find him. And you still never answered my question.”
“What was your question?”
“If Joe were to walk through this door right now and beg for forgiveness, would you be willing to accept it and the two of you start fresh?”
“He has to prove to me that he even deserves to have a second chance and then I’ll be able to decide.”
—
Joe was feeling confident about the new season and coming back from his wrist injury that cut his season short the previous year. It wasn’t quite where he wanted it to be and he could tell that he didn’t throw the ball the same, but he was a lot further along than he had been.
He had worked the absolute hardest he had ever worked in his entire life after the injury to get back to at least 95% of where he had been before it happened. At first it started off with you being by his side and when he decided to end things between the both of you, he was on his own. Which he admits was hard for him to adjust to seeing as he hasn’t had to do it since the two of you met in 2018.
When he had really sat down and thought about the relationship between you and him, he could honestly say that he loved you, but he wasn’t in love with you anymore as hard as that was to actually admit. But he needed to be honest with himself and stop stringing you along because he knew in the end that it wasn’t fair.
He had tried everything that he could think of to make it work between the two of you since the last thing he wanted was to just throw those precious years away, but he couldn’t hold on any longer and figured that the relationship had run its course and now it was in his best interest to let it go, not only for his sake, but also for yours.
When the relationship was no more and when the news of it broke, it seemed like you had fallen off the face of the earth. It was known that you would also cover the NBA during the NFL’s off-season, but after it happened you weren’t doing coverage of games anymore. Not that he cared how you were spending your time now, but it just happened to be something that he noticed.
One thing this season he was honestly dreading–well not exactly dreading, but he knew that it was probably going to be awkward was you having to interview him after games if the Bengals had won which you did with every quarterback on each of the winning teams. But, he’ll worry about it once the time came and for now was going to focus on trying to make this season the best one yet.
Looking down at his phone, he saw that it was his mom calling and he quickly picked it up to answer it.
“Hey mom.”
“Hi, have you and Y/N gotten back together yet?” She asked all in one breath, making Joe sigh and roll his eyes. This conversation would happen weekly, only for his mom to be disappointed because his answer hadn’t changed.
“No, my answer is still the same from last week and I’m fine, thanks for asking.”
“Well, when are you going to talk to her and beg for forgiveness for being stupid? Because that was stupid of you, I miss my daughter.”
“We just grew apart, that’s it. We’ve been together since we’ve been in college and sometimes that transition to the real world works and sometimes it doesn’t.” He answered as he was trying to decide what to make for dinner.
“It was working just fine until you went and ruined it. Blindsided that poor girl.”
“Seriously?”
“Just being honest, don’t get mad at me because you decided to let an amazing girl go. She was with you through everything and you don’t just fall out of love with someone like that overnight.”
“Mom, I’m not doing this again with you. We’re over. We’re done. And you need to accept it.”
“Fine, I’ll just get your father to talk about it with you and I’ll probably never accept it to be honest. I was over here ready to plan for the wedding and then you tell me that you two broke up? Yeah, no. I’m still going to wedding plan for when you two get back together. I have so many ideas already.”
“Mom…. that probably isn’t going to happen.”
“Last time I checked, you couldn’t see the future so I’m holding out hope. But put it this way, whoever she does marry I know for a fact that I’m going to be invited to the wedding. I’m just hoping that you’ll be the groom waiting at the end of the aisle for her.”
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y/nsanders: oh hi. long time, no see. we are back and live for Thursday Night Football 😘
sagethegeminii: ultimate baddie of the NFL 😍
y/nsbabydaddy: Joe dumb as FUCK. How and WHY would you let her get away?
nfl: glad to see you back and always happy to have you
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Joe had a text come through on his phone as he was getting dressed to head out to the field. The regular season had officially started and the Bengals were taking on the Commanders at home and he was hoping that they would be leaving the stadium with a win.
He glanced at his phone to see that the text was from his mom with a photo attached. Once he fully opened the message, he saw that it was a picture of you and his breath hitched. Purple had always been one of his favorite colors that you would wear, but pink was always number one. He immediately got a frown on his face once he saw what his mom said underneath.
Mom- And this is what you gave up, remember that. But good luck, today! Love you! Call her after the game. I know you miss her.
Noticing Joe's face, Ja'Marr quickly asked him what was wrong.
“You good bro? Why do you have that look on your face?” He asked as he sat down to lace up his cleats.
“My mom asks me every week when me and Y/N are going to get back together and she definitely just sent me a picture of her. I'm guessing it's her latest one that she posted on Instagram.”
“She’s still on that? It's been months.”
“I know and she doesn’t have a problem telling me how stupid I was to break up with her. I can't help that I wasn't in love with her anymore. She shouldn't be holding that against me.”
“It’s probably going to be a while before she does. I mean think about it, yall were together for six years and she saw her as her daughter.”
“I guess but I can't think about this right now. But have you talked to her?” Joe asked and Ja’Marr shook his head no.
“I uhh… it just felt awkward if I did. I mean the two of you aren't together anymore, so why would I? She did call and text a few times after it happened and then she just stopped.”
“Oh…”
“You were my friend first and I don’t know… I just felt weird about it.”
“That’s fair, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable so that was probably for the best.”
“Apparently Justin hasn't talked to her either.”
Hearing this surprised Joe because Justin was how the two of you actually met. You and Justin had been friends first and once he brought you around Joe and Ja’Marr that was all she wrote. The two of you were extremely close and he just hoped he wasn't the reason that a riff had possibly formed.
But deep down he knew that he probably was.
“I just…. I hope she's happy.” Joe quietly said before slipping on his helmet.
It was now the beginning of the following week and it was 5:45 in the morning when Joe pulled his Porsche into Paycor stadium. He was never one to really browse social media, but something told him to check Instagram and once he did, he got a feeling in the pit of his stomach.
There Justin was.
And you were hanging off of his arm.
It almost looked as if the two of you were on a date and Joe didn't like that one bit. As he closed the app, he then placed his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants before getting out of the car and grabbing his backpack. A few moments later, Ja'Marr pulled in next to him and quickly got out so that they could walk into the building together.
“I thought you said her and Justin weren't talking?”
“Huh? What are you talking about? Good morning to you too by the way.” Ja'Marr said as he turned his nose up at him.
“Morning, now EXPLAIN this.” Joe said as he opened his phone once again and shoved it in Ja’Marr's face.
“Well, that's what he told me the last time I talked to him. But my thing is that what are you so upset about? You aren't together anymore and you're the one who broke up with her. On Valentine’s Day might I add. And did you forget that they were friends before she dated you? It's probably nothing and your ass is paranoid for no good reason.”
“I'm not upset, I just….” Joe started to say, but then trailed off which led to Ja'Marr raising his eyebrows.
“You miss her no matter how much you don't want to admit it.”
“No!”
“You do and I don't know why you can't say that you do. You are literally having a temper tantrum over her going to dinner with someone who isn't you. Every chance you get, you bring her up when she probably isn't thinking about you. Maybe we wouldn't be having this losing streak if the two of you were still together.”
“What!?”
“Just saying. She was always the good luck charm.” Ja’Marr told him as he held his hands up in defense as the two of them finally started to walk inside.
Joe had a blank look on his face and Ja’Marr spoke up again.
“I know for a fact that you're miserable without her even if you are trying to put up a front right now. So, when you told me that you weren't in love with her, I felt it was bullshit.”
“No it wasn't and no I'm not!”
“Okay, if she was in front of you right now at this exact moment you're telling me that you wouldn't be begging for her to take you back?”
When Joe was quiet, Ja'Marr knew that he had his answer.
“Maybe your mom has been right this entire time and you just didn't want to admit it.”
A few more weeks had passed and it was now Thursday Night Football that would be taking place in Baltimore with the Bengals going against the Ravens. Joe knew for a fact that you would be there as an analyst, and his stomach was honestly in knots.
He couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous and honestly couldn't wait for the game to be over and done with. And not to mention that this was the game last year that he suffered his wrist injury in.
But, he had to do his best in order to remain focused.
As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team, he spotted you.
And you looked absolutely gorgeous.
Just like he knew you would.
You were sporting a bright smile and the pink outfit you wore complimented your skin well. He knew that for a fact you did this on purpose.
“And there she is. Our good luck charm so hopefully we come away with a win.” Ja’Marr muttered as Joe just sighed.
“And she's wearing pink.”
“So?”
“She knows that pink is my favorite color on her. She did that on purpose.”
“You really do give yourself too much credit. I mean what if that was the outfit her stylist picked?”
“Oh, you mean her stylist Chanel who also knows this information?” Joe replied sarcastically as Ja'Marr rolled his eyes.
“Once again, this shit was your fault. She never wanted to break up with you. So deal with it.”
“How many times are you going to remind me?!”
“As many times as it takes for you to grow some balls and beg here to take you back. 90s style, on your knees, wearing leather in the desert in 100 degree heat.”
“That…. That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”
“I’m telling you it’ll work, but I did my part and gave you advice. Do what you want.” Ja’Marr told him as he held his hands up in defense.
The game had now gone into overtime and Joe's extra motivation was winning so that you would interview him. The win was so close, he could taste it. He also planned to ask you when the cameras stopped rolling if you two could talk.
Not about football.
But about the two of you.
He had a strong feeling that you were probably going to say no, but he had to at least try.
Another reason for him trying to talk to you was to get his mom to stop harassing him about trying to fix things between the two of you. Because she probably wasn't going to stop until he did.
Maybe she had been right this entire time.
Joe's plans of talking to you were crushed as he looked at the scoreboard from the bench glaring back at him. He looked to his left to see you smiling at something Richard Sherman said and threw his helmet before starting to make his way towards the tunnel to the locker room. But what he didn't see until he turned back around was Ja’Marr jogging up to you.
“Y/N.” You heard from behind and turned around to be met with the face of Ja’Marr as you were interrupted from walking towards Erin Andrews in order to say hi to her since the night had now come to a close.
You gave him a blank stare before he spoke up again.
“I don't have much time and need to head to the locker room, but maybe we can catch up soon. You still live in Cincinnati, right?”
“No and for what? Why would I live in the same city as the person who broke my heart? Nothing left for me there anymore.”
“Because we're friends and I get that. That was a stupid question.” He answered as he was shifting his weight back and forth, clearly nervous about what you were going to say to him.
“Are we friends? That's news to me considering that friends actually answer each other's calls and text messages and don't ignore them especially after a break up.” You replied which earned you a sigh from Ja'Marr in response.
“I know and I feel bad about that.”
“You only feel bad because I'm standing in front of you right now, otherwise you wouldn't care. But I get it. You were his friend first.”
“Y/N, that's not fair. Just… I'll call you so we can talk.”
“Did your best friend put you up to this?”
“No, and he doesn't even know I'm talking to you right now.”
“Hmm, you sure? Because the way he is shooting daggers in the back of your head right now says otherwise.” You told him before he turned around and was met with the sight of Joe looking at him from the tunnel.
“Have a good rest of your night Ja'Marr.” Was the last thing you said before walking off as he did a light jog towards the tunnel headed to the locker room. As soon as he reached Joe, the questions started firing off at a rapid speed.
“What did she say? No wait, what did YOU say? Was she looking at me? Is she mad at you? Because I know she's probably still mad at me.”
“I… bro… can you breathe for a second? I'll tell you later.”
“Later? How much later? Does she want to talk to me?” Joe shyly asked as he was now fidgeting.
“Uh, negative. And later as in I'll tell you on the plane later.”
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Ja'Marr was sitting in his game room while he dialed your number to see if you would answer when he got the alert of someone being at his door.
He quickly opened the app and saw that it was Joe. Closing it just as quickly, he pulled up his text messages and told him to come in and that he was in the game room. The goal wasn't to call you until later, but Joe hadn't shown up at the time he had originally told Ja'Marr and didn't quite know what to expect.
Because now he was bound to hear the entire conversation.
As soon as he heard your soft voice say “Hello,” was of course when Joe made his presence known and took a seat on the couch next to Ja'Marr.
“Um, hey. Honestly, I didn't think that you would answer. He told you and he could hear a scoff coming from your end.
“You asked to talk, so go ahead and talk.” As soon as Joe heard your voice, his eyes went wide.
They both looked at each other and Joe attempted to reach over and take the phone, but Ja’Marr smacked his hand away, making Joe glare at him.
“First things first, how have you been?”
“Okay I guess. Had to get used to a new normal and I think I've finally adjusted.” You proudly told him as you sipped on your smoothie.
“So where are you living now?”
“I moved back home to Atlanta after everything happened and I have a really nice condo down here. Maybe during the off season, you can come and see it.”
“I'd like that. Have you talked to Justin at all?”
“Ja'Marr, stop bullshitting me. You saw the pics didn't you? And then your best friend asked you if you knew anything about it, am I right?”
“I uh…”
“I've been around you for how many years? I think I know how all three of you operate by now.”
“Justin had told me you two hadn't talked in a while and that's why I wanted to ask. Usually it was when you saw one, you saw the other.”
“That was the first time that we talked since it happened. He apologized to me because I told him that it felt like he chose to be friends with that person instead of me so it felt that my friendship to neither of you was important.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is what it is at this point. Whatever.” You replied as you brushed him off.
“I know it's bad if you don't even want to say his name. And I'm sorry for making you feel that way.”
“Say it for what? I don't have a reason to. And I appreciate the apology. Even if it's months late.”
Joe once again attempted to take the phone and mouthed to Ja'Marr ‘Let me talk to her.’ And once again shook his head no.
“Ja’Marr?”
“Oh, huh?”
“You okay? You seem a little distracted. I called your name twice.”
“I'm fine.”
“Yeah, I know you didn't hear me because I said I've been on a few dates.”
“WITH WHO!?” Joe immediately yelled and Ja'Marr looked like he was damn near ready to tackle him.
It was quiet for a few seconds when both Joe and Ja'Marr were looking at each other anticipating what you would say since they both knew for a fact that you knew Joe's voice like the back of your hand.
They looked at each other, down at Ja'Marr's phone and then back at each other once more.
“I know that voice anywhere. You mean to tell me that he's been listening this entire time and is there with you?!” You asked Ja'Marr who was very close to kicking Joe out of his house.
“I…”
“Y/N! Just talk to me… Please.” Joe was trying to plead with you, but you weren't having it.
“Joseph, you must have lost your fucking mind if you think that I'm going to talk to you. And Ja'Marr I should have known your ass would do this.”
“But I didn't! Joe just….”
“I have things to do so bye. Do me a favor, both of you? Don't call me again.”
Once you hung up, it was silent in the room before Ja'Marr finally broke it.
“Your ass literally had ONE JOB. To stay quiet. And you couldn't do that?”
“I can't help that I miss her.”
“Oh, so now we admit it? A little late for that.”
From that day on, Joe consistently called you at least once a week and it was right after Thanksgiving and Black Friday when you had finally given in and responded to a text that he had sent you.
Ex- Boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- Y/N, you left your LSU sweatshirt here. Do you want to come and get it?
You- Throw it away
Ex- Boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- But it's one of your favorite ones. And I obviously can't fit it. Oh and I found one of your earrings.
When you saw the photo come through on your phone, you sighed.
It was the one you had been looking for for months.
You- You bought them for me and so I don't want them. Throw them out too.
Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I'm not throwing those out. They were expensive as hell. And it's your favorite pair.
You- Give them to the girl you cheated on me with
Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I NEVER cheated on you and I'm going to give someone one earring?
You- Or so you say and I don't care what the fuck you do at this point.
Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- You can literally go through my phone and I can prove I'm not lying
You- Do you really think I'm that dumb? It's been months and you have had plenty of time to delete whatever evidence was left.
Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I know you aren't dumb and I’m not lying. You also left this here.
It was another picture and it was your favorite lingerie set that Joe had bought you.
And of course it was pink.
Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I figured you probably wanted it
You- I'm coming to get my things and then I'm leaving.
Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- What day are you coming?
You- When is your next off day?
Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- Wednesday
You- I'll be there around 3 pm.
Wednesday was finally here and Joe being excited was an understatement. He knew that it was a long shot, but he filled the fridge as well as the pantry with your favorite food and snacks just in case.
Sure enough the doorbell rang at 3 pm as promised and Joe just about sprinted to the door in order not to delay seeing you any longer. Once he opened the door he tried to contain his excitement, but failed miserably.
“Hey.” Joe greeted you as you just stared at him before greeting him as well.
“Hi, let's make this quick. Where are my things?” You said as Joe then moved to the side to let you pass by him to get into the house.
You were trying to quiet the butterflies in your stomach as you walked past him.
“Wait, can we please talk? I mean I have you here, so…” He replied while rubbing the back of his neck which was a tell tale sign of him being nervous and you turned around to face him.
“I don't have time for this. I told you that I needed to make this quick.”
“Where do you even have to be right now? And you would have probably kept dodging my calls if I even attempted to do it that way.”
“Very far away from my ex-boyfriend is where I need to be and you have a point. Besides, I told your mom that I would see her while I was here.”
“Wait, what!? So, you'll go and see my mom, but won't talk to me?” Joe asked and you crossed your arms.
“Last time I checked, your mother isn't the one who broke up with me. Far as I'm concerned, she's still in my good graces while you sir are far from it. Very far actually. At this point, you are galaxies away from it. You like outer space so I know you'll get that reference.”
“Just give me ten minutes. Twenty if you’re feeling generous.”
“I'm not feeling generous, but you probably won't let me leave anyway until I do so I might as well.” You sarcastically commented as you went to sit on the couch in the living room with Joe coming to sit next to you.
“Okay so… I miss you and breaking up with you was probably the stupidest thing I've ever done.”
“Joseph…” You started to say as you pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath.
You literally just wanted your clothes.
That's it.
“Let me finish. I… I know it's been months, but I haven't been sleeping properly and it seems that everything around me is also turning to shit. But, you were always there for me and you were my number one supporter, no matter what. Even when I look back on some situations, I probably wouldn't have considered myself the best boyfriend and that wasn't fair to you. I honestly have no idea why I thought breaking up with you was a good idea. But at the same time, it got to the point where I felt like I was living with a roommate and not my actual girlfriend because I had given up and took you for granted. You were the one who kept trying, but I honestly couldn't see it getting any better in the future for us.”
Silence hung in the air for at least a minute before you deeply sighed once more.
“I honestly thought that you were going to ask me to marry you that day, but instead you broke up with me.” You quietly said as Joe then nodded his head before you said anything else.
“And out of all the days to do it? Our official anniversary and Valentine’s Day?” You added while looking at him.
“Definitely not my best moment.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
“But that's why I'm apologizing now and trying to make this right.”
“Let me ask you this. Why do you think that you deserve another chance?”
“Because I need to show you that I can be the boyfriend that you deserve. I’m going to make sure that I treat you like a priority and not put you on the backburner because of whatever else that I have going on. And I definitely came to the conclusion that you were right.”
“About?”
“Telling me that it was bullshit when I said that I wasn't in love with you anymore.”
“Hmm, funny how that played out, huh?” You replied without looking impressed by Joe's explanation.
“I promise you that you won't regret it. Giving me a second chance I mean.”
“I need to think about it.”
“And that's fine. Take all the time you need. But I can grab your stuff for you so you can be on your way. It's upstairs.”
“You can't pack a bag to save your life, no matter how simple it is. I'll go get it.” You told Joe and hopped off the couch before he could protest. As soon as you walked into what was once your master bedroom, there the bag was sitting at the end of the bed.
You unzipped it to see your sweatshirt, the earring in a small jewelry box, and your lingerie as Joe had promised. What you didn't expect was your neon green vibrator as well as your rose toy to be underneath everything.
As you were playing with the rose in your hand, you heard Joe's voice behind you.
“I figured that you would want those back too.”
“I was in such a rush to get all of my things that I completely forgot about them.”
That was when Joe came closer to you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“But I know for a fact that as many times as you make yourself cum with your vibrator that it'll never be on the same level as me.”
“Hmm…”
“Hmm, what?”
“Then prove it.” You whispered and Joe immediately turned you around to face him. One hand went around your waist as the other reached up to stroke your cheek.
“You sure about that?” He asked while a smirk started to form on his face.
“If I wasn’t sure then I wouldn’t have said it.”
—
“Right there, stay right there.” You moaned out and Joe abided by your command while also placing the rose toy on your clit at the same time.
Your right hand went over your mouth as your orgasm hit you and obviously noticing, Joe then slid out and stood up from the bed to gaze at you before he pulled you by your ankles to the bottom making you yelp as he began to use his tongue to pleasure you.
The hold that he had on your hips was tightened as he felt you squirming and came up for air while also scolding you to stay still.
“You told me to prove it, but I can't do that if you keep moving. Stay still, baby.” He told you before going back to his previous task.
After some time had passed there seemed to be a pattern with his movements and then a sudden realization hit you.
He was spelling his name over and over again with his tongue over your clit.
Not just his first name either, but literally
Joseph
Lee
Burrow
Joe was marking his territory as you felt that you were going to absolutely lose it.
“Shit, oh my gosh. Fuckkk.”
At this point, your eyes were closed but when you opened them, you looked down to see Joe staring directly at you with his gaze not faltering for a second.
“Take your eyes off me again and I won't let you cum.”
Listening to directions, you did as you were told and your hands found a way into his hair. The tugging on it that you were doing was an attempt in order to keep him as close to you as possible.
Feeling that you were close once more, you began grinding against his face as Joe began to suck on your clit.
Not even thirty seconds later, you squirted all over his face and could tell that the sheets underneath you were definitely ruined. As you were trying to move away from him in an attempt to recover, he pulled you back and still continued to eat you out making you scream in protest.
“Fuck, Joeyyyy I can't take it.”
“You can and you will. Give me one more, just one. I know my pretty girl can give me one more.”
Hearing him call you ‘pretty girl’ sent you completely over the edge and you damn near fell off the bed before Joe caught you and pulled you back.
As soon as he let you catch your breath, he peered up at you and smirked.
No words were spoken as he immediately flipped you over onto your stomach and you knew what was coming next.
“I thought you said one more!?”
“Well I lied. Arch your back for me. Unless you don't want me to?” Joe asked as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on your shoulder.
“You haven't had me inside for damn near a year. Don't tell me you want to tap out already. Hmm, pretty girl? You got one more in you?”
Not responding to him with words, you laid your head to rest on your arms as you lifted your hips and arched your back like he originally told you.
Joe let out a small laugh before lining himself up with your entrance and slowly sliding in making a gasp escape from your mouth.
“That’s what I thought.”
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“This doesn't mean that I forgive you.” You told him as both of you were trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around you.
“But it's a good start, right?” He asked while leaning over to kiss your cheek and all you did was look at him.
“I knew that you couldn’t resist and did I prove you right?”
“Don't push it. And now because of you distracting me, I don't have enough time to go and see your mom before my flight leaves. She has literally been begging me to come and see her.”
“You were the one who told me to prove it and it was a good distraction but how about this? You fly back and spend my birthday with me. I mean if your schedule allows it that is. You're only covering Thursday's night game, right?” Joe asked hopeful and proceeded to give you puppy dog eyes which he knew was your weakness and knew that more than likely you weren't going to say no.
“I…”
“Please? We're flying back on Monday since we're playing at 8 on Sunday. I would love to have you here waiting for me.”
“Please don't let me regret this.”
“I promise that you won't.” He replied as you propped your head on your arm to look at him.
“I didn't think I would regret it the first time, but look at what happened.” You quietly said and Joe lowkey looked offended.
“Wait, you regret being with me?”
“No, I didn't word it right. I don't regret being with you. But towards the end, I thought we were back on the same page, but apparently we weren't. I regret letting it get as bad as it did.”
“I guess that's fair. And I can imagine at one point that I wasn't the easiest person to be around.” Joe confessed as you nodded.
“You weren't, but because of the type of person that I am, I was there to be as supportive as possible because I knew that you would do the same thing for me. Or at least at one time I thought you would.” You trailed off as Joe nodded his head meaning that he understood.
“If you are willing to give me another chance, I promise that it won't happen again. I took you for granted and have been feeling the effects since February.”
“I'll be back here on Saturday and stay until Tuesday so that way I'm able to spend your birthday with you.” You told him and Joe couldn't hide the smile that graced his face and squeezed you tighter and kissed your forehead.
“Don't kiss me, I don't know where your mouth has been.”
“You do know. I just spent 45 minutes eating you out.”
“Oh. Good point. I guess I'll allow it.”
“And I'm not done so sit on my face.”
“You literally don't want me to be able to walk do you?”
“Just following directions you gave. Don't be mad at me for listening.”
As promised, you flew back in on Saturday and saw Joe off before his flight, went to lunch with Robin and it was currently Sunday. You had been watching the games since they started with an occasional nap during halftime.
It was now time for the Bengals to take the field against the Cowboys and you were wrapped in a burrito blanket in what used to be your shared bed with Joe.
As much as you didn't want to admit it, once you caught the scent of Joe’s pillow it gave you a feeling of comfort. Which was the usual thing before the two of you broke up.
Positioning yourself so that you were laying directly on it and still in view of the television, you settled in as you got comfortable.
You missed him more than you wanted to admit at the moment and had to think long and hard about giving him another chance seeing as you never gave him a final answer.
Did he deserve one?
You weren't quite sure if he did.
All that was running through your mind as kickoff began and the camera was quickly put onto him showing him on the sideline grabbing his helmet was if he happened to be really sorry for what he did and truly wanted to make a change.
Or was it just the convenience of it all?
Starting all over after being with someone for six years? You didn't exactly want to do that either, but you had already been making those small steps to do so since you believed that you were done with him for good.
But seeing as you were underneath him just twenty four hours before proved you wrong.
Yes, football was a priority and his career, but you were a priority too and expected to be treated as such. Because even though you also had your career as well, you always made sure to let him know how important he was to you by your actions.
So, the question was even though it had been almost an entire year, were things actually going to be different?
You couldn't hold it in any longer and picked up your phone to quickly dial Sage's number, but decided against it and ultimately came to the conclusion that a facetime call might be better. Once she came into view after she answered, she made a face at you.
“I was waiting for you to call me.”
“Oh?”
“Where are you because you turned off your location and don't think I didn't notice.”
“Um..”
“Um, what?” Sage started to say, but then her eyes went wide.
“So, would the nature of this call happen to concern someone with the name Joseph Lee Burrow? I mean I guess it does seeing as you're in his bed.. well what once was your bed… and not watching the game with me. You had sex with him, didn't you? I love when I'm right. Tell me I'm right.”
“Three times Wednesday and once on Saturday before he left on his flight to Dallas.”
“I knew you were going to take that man back!” Sage yelled as she smiled at you.
“Hold on! I literally never said that.”
“I give you 24 hours to make it official. His birthday is tomorrow after all. Was that his gift? Or did you actually get him something?” She asked as you had now sat against the headboard.
“I'm actually giving him the gift that he was going to get on Valentine’s Day.”
“Yeah, yall are back together.”
“That's just it. I was here thinking that I wasn't sure if I should give him another chance.” You told her as the Cowboys kicked it back to the Bengals and it was Joe's turn to take the field once again.
“You two are meant to be together, but I get you being hesitant because the way you two broke up was diabolical.”
“It started with Ja'Marr wanting to talk to me, which I knew was about the pictures of me and Justin and to be nosey. However, Joe was listening the entire time and ended up blowing his cover and was pleading for me to talk to him.”
“What ended up blowing his cover?”
“I said to Ja'Marr that I had been on a few dates.”
“But you haven't…”
“I know and I did that on purpose. Ja'Marr was acting weird and I had a feeling that Joe was there with him and my theory proved to be right. Then Joe begged to talk to me and I told him in not so many words to fuck off.”
“But now you're in his bed….”
“He kept calling me for like a week straight and I finally answered a text where he said that he still had some of my things. And now here we are.”
“You're my best friend and I want you to be happy. Bottom line is that the little white boy from Athens makes you happy. I don't know why you're fighting this. Yes he fucked up but is trying to make it up to you.”
Hearing her say this made you sigh and nod your head in agreement at the same time.
“What if we break up again?”
“I highly doubt that. I think now he realizes what he lost, so therefore he knows better.”
“I had lunch with his mom yesterday too.”
“Ms. Robin goes harder for you than she does her own children and it is honestly hilarious. Best type of in law to have.
“And she also told me that she's been planning our wedding and she's been harassing Joe to apologize to me for, in her words, ‘being incredibly stupid’.”
“Well she does have a point.”
“I'm taking a chance and going to see how it goes.”
Feeling the bed dip, you opened your eyes to see Joe attempting to slide in next to you, but it proved to be slightly difficult since you were literally sprawled out across the bed like a starfish.
It made Joe laugh to himself as he opened his bedroom door and saw you. He had stood there for a few minutes simply admiring you and thought to himself that if you did end up getting him another chance, he better not do anything to fuck it up.
Otherwise, his mom probably would never let him live it down.
After taking a quick shower, he crawled into the bed next to you and felt you stir as he moved your head to lay on his chest.
He heard your quiet voice and then knew his attempt to try and not wake you up had failed.
“What time is it?”
“6 am, go back to sleep. I didn't mean to wake you up.”
“Why are you here so early? You're not supposed to be back until later.” You sleepily mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Because I missed you and wanted to spend as much time with you as I possibly could.”
“Happy birthday and I have your gift for you.”
“Wait, you didn't have to get me anything. Just you talking to me is a gift in itself.” Joe told you as he mumbled the last part.
“This is actually your gift from Valentine’s Day. I don't want it anymore so I figured that I should give it to you.”
“We can do all that later. Just go back to sleep.”
“Fine.” You told him as you buried your face in his chest making him laugh.
It was quiet for a few minutes and Joe thought you had fallen back asleep and was starting to drift off himself when he heard you call his name.
“Joseph….”
“Hmm?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I'll give you another chance, but if you fuck this up don't expect another one.”
“I promise I won't.”
“And I'm telling your mom.”
“I figured. You and her are best friends so when it comes to the two of you nothing surprises me. Any time I call her she never asks how I am, just if I had talked to you yet. And also never missed an opportunity to tell me how stupid I was for breaking up with you.”
“Because it was stupid and now look who came crawling back because he missed me? And you definitely failed to mention that she had been planning for a wedding even after we had broken up. She has an entire pinterest board she showed me when I went to see her.”
“And she’ll be excited when I tell her that we’re back together, but it’s probably going to take a lot of making up for you to even consider wanting to share my last name.”
“Play your cards right and there will be no reason for my answer to be anything other than yes.”
“Oh, and I should probably also mention that I never took your name off the deed so this is still your house just as much as it is mine.”
A few days later, Ja’Marr was confused as to why he hadn’t seen Joe come out of his house yet in order to head to practice. He had sent him a text and called him multiple times, yet no response. The two of them would typically leave at the same time and lately Ja’Marr had been listening to Joe’s constant rants about you.
Walking over to his house, Ja’Marr banged on the front door in an attempt to wake him up if he was still sleeping because this wasn’t like him at all.
“Joe! Wake your ass up! We got shit to do! And because your ass is late, I can’t stop on the way and get McDonalds! So you owe me!”
About a minute and a half had passed before Ja’Marr banged on the door once again and when he was mid knock, the door flew open to reveal you behind it in one of Joe’s shirts and Ja’Marr’s eyes went wide before a smirk graced his face.
“Y/N?!? What?!”
“Ja’Marr, shut the fuck up because I’m still mad at you for what you did. But he’s getting ready now and will be down here in five minutes so can you please stop banging on the door and yelling at the top of your lungs?”
“I uh… um… it’s good to see you again. And you can be mad at me all you want, but I see my plan worked.” He said as he gestured to your outfit.
“You don’t know that.”
“Y/N, you literally answered Joe’s front door in just his t-shirt. I know enough and I also know that yall were clearly fucking and Joe probably slept through his alarm.”
“No, he actually woke up early and I sucked his dick into another dimension and that’s why he’s late. I fucked him last night, but I’m still mad at you.”
“Spare me the details! I didn’t need to know all that.”
“Well I told you so deal with it.” You replied while crossing your arms across your chest.
Just then Joe came up behind you and turned you around to lean down and place several kisses on your lips which you gladly accepted as you wrapped your arms around him.
“Okay, cut it out with the PDA! It’s too early!” Ja’Marr said as he was looking at the two of you.
“Uh? Last time I checked, you were standing at my front door?” Joe told him as he smirked and Ja’Marr rolled his eyes.
“About time you two got back together. Now can we PLEASE leave? We’re going to have to do at least 80 to make it on time!”
“You worry too much, we’ll get there. Anyway, see you later, babe.”
“I’ll be here when you get back with nothing on laying in your bed.” You told him as you reached up to kiss him as he bit his lip while looking at you.
“Okay! ENOUGH! JOE, GET YOUR ASS TO THE CAR, NOW.”
“Stop being such a cockblocker.” He told him and you handed him the keys to his Porsche and Ja’Marr was following close behind as he walked to his car.
“Apparently from what I’ve been told, I’m not blocking a damn thing.”
When both of them had their seatbelts on, Joe started the car and quickly backed out the driveway. The entire time Ja’Marr had been looking at him smiling.
Joe noticed as he looked over at him and started laughing.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“About time she took your ass back. But if you fuck up again, you’re on your own.”
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y/nsanders: had to spin the block one time real quick. happy super bowl week 😘💕
sagethegeminii: now where's the ring?
y/nsanders: sage, slow your roll
robinburrow: I'm psychic and no one can tell me otherwise. my daughter looks so pretty!
joeyb_9: robinburrow log out because you're being messy smh
y/nsanders: joeyb_9 mama burrow stays. It's already bad enough she had to push your big headed ass out. leave her alone.
joeyb_9: 🙄🙄🙄
lahjay10_: my favorite couple back together again. I expect a shoutout in the wedding vows.
