joe fluff request! the idea of getting cuddles and hugs from than man…just because you want them. maybe you don’t even use your words to tell him but he just knows. and gives them to you. and he loves it as much as you.
on the agenda that he’s secretly affectionate and i honestly can’t get off it
personal teddy bear - joe burrow.
description -> what the request says!! <33
(tags and warnings; established relationship, fluff, fiancee!reader, fiancee!joe, yearning!joe, lmk if missed any!)
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word count; 2,710 words
angie's notes; hii joe girlies!! its been a minute,,, though i bring you this fluffy piece a lovely anon requested! <33
one;
“whatcha doing?” joe hears your soft voice trailing behind him, where he’s cutting up fruit, a mix of pineapple and mango, you, unbeknownst to whom they’re for. “cutting up fruit, to make a bowl,” he says with a smile, feeling your arm wrap around his muscled forearm.
you press a kiss on his bicep, staying silent, watching as he places the cut-up fruit into the bowl he painted on a pottery paint date a while back. it was during a tense moment in the season, and as much as he didn’t want to go, your convincing ended up being a major relief and a distraction from reality.
he’d painted your favorite flowers outside on the rim, smaller but still recognizable. a few other details that reminded him of you, on the outside and inner bowl.
“how was your day?” he asks after a few seconds of silence pass, hearing your tired sigh. “same old, same old… there’s always some sort of drama in that office, and even if you aren't part of it, somehow you get meddled in it. what about you?” you laughed tiredly.
you removed your arm, joe feeling your absence, listening as you quietly refilled your water bottle with fresh ice and bottled water, because you hated using the tap water from the filtered sink or fridge.
“i had an early workout, went on a run, and then came home to rest. i want my body to be fully relaxed before official training starts,” joe explained, grabbing the mango and pineapple peelings and discarding them. “answered a few emails and had some calls while i waited for you,” he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.
“these are for you,” joe says, placing the bowl on the table, sitting on one of the chairs, a small smirk on his face, watching your eyes glimmer with happiness. you grab his face gently, his blue eyes closing as you press three soft kisses on his lips, then take a seat on his lap, his arm securing your hips, his hand resting on your thigh.
you thanked him, offering a piece, which he didn’t deny, making a face at the sour taste of the pineapple. “i still don’t know how you find this sweet; it burns my tongue every time,” he chuckled, your arm wrapping around his shoulders.
“okay, that’s me when you cut up a green apple! it’s extra sweet today; perhaps it's your taste buds?” you questioned, popping another piece of mango into your mouth. “could be that, who knows,” he shrugged.
his thumb drew small circles along your skin, quietly listening to your rant from work, clearly still upset with people who had no common sense or respect. he complimented how you addressed the situation, loving how you spoke up instead of letting them run you over.
“i’m proud of you, always am,” joe said, kissing your jaw softly, feeling a wide grin spread across your face. you discarded the bowl, taking a proper seat on his lap, his arms wrapping and resting on your lower back as you hugged him tight, your body warming up with the simplest hug.
two;
words couldn’t describe how horrible the storm was outside. the whole house rumbled when thunder sounded, the trees outside swooshing back and forth, convinced one would snap, the rain hitting against the glass window, the rooms in the house looked spooky and grey.
it was like that the entire night.
you half expected there to be a bright sun upon waking up, but you were far from wrong. the storm was angry and continued to fall. you shifted to your other side, joe lying on his back, one arm propped behind him, small snores leaving past his lips, his chest rising up and down, as a thin sheet covered him.
it was still way too early. both of you were off from work. which only consisted of one thing, which was staying in.
you moved closer, not wanting to wake him, knowing he deserved the sleep, but you couldn’t help it due to the coldness in the room, in need of his body heat. you could hear him scold you for having both the ac and the ceiling fan on, causing it to be this cold.
yet joe already knew your intentions. he had woken up an hour ago, checking his phone to keep up with the weather, wanting to ensure both of you were safe from any potential flooding or tornadoes. so it didn’t come as a surprise to feel the bed move as you shifted, facing him.
your body stayed close, but still far from reaching him. the tiredness in your body clung tight, eyes fluttering back to sleep before feeling your fiancé press himself closer, lifting the sheet so it wouldn’t interfere with your side.
you, half asleep, felt joe shift you onto your back. before you could protest, you stayed quiet, your body no longer shivering, feeling him lay half of his weight on your right side, head nuzzled into your neck, resting over your collarbone, an arm wrapping around your middle, keeping you close.
“is that better?”
“much better…”
“should i turn off the fan?”
“... n-no.”
“okay darlin’, go back to sleep, i’m here for you…”
three;
it was a small gala filled with very important and prestigious people. the lighting was warm, with tall white pillars, a long bar that took up half a wall, tables set up around the room, and, strangely enough, no dance floor.
each of you in your own separate conversations. you quietly listened to your friends speak about their lives. you spoke about wedding plans and how you and joe were still deciding on two cake flavors; one had gone through a recent argument with their boss, which you related to; another had started seeing a new guy whom she was fond of; one complained about their studies and a professor who was harsh and strict.
joe watched from afar, his chest beaming with delight and security, just staring at the woman he was madly in love with. years later, and you still had that effect to make him nervous and so incredibly loved. every single day that passed, he grew more and more in love, because he had found his person. the only person who wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
after an announcement, everyone took their seats. you parted from your friends, who were assigned to different tables. joe waited for you, standing a few feet away, his hands placed on your lower back, guiding you to the table, as the host spoke.
“got you a refresher, no alcohol as you requested,” he said, feeling your kiss over his smile lines, the print of your lipstick remaining. “how are you feeling, by the way?” he checked in, still concerned because headaches weren’t common for you.
“way better… the ibuprofen helped a lot. it’s there but very, very, very faint,” you expressed, accepting his hand.
the two of you stayed silent, your hands interlocked laid on your lap, eyes facing the host and other speakers as they directed the event. a few minutes later, you felt joe scoot closer, his own leg brushing against yours, his free arm resting on the back of the chair.
it was hard to stay focused when they began talking of elements you had little to no knowledge of. resting your back full against the backrest, the surface cold sending a chilling thrill down your spine. joe turned to look, sending you a look, to which you returned, accepting his quick peck.
from boredom, to laughs, to now entranced, you and joe remained seated, still in the same position. except this time, joe felt the need to feel you, or at least have some sort of skin-to-skin contact.
his fingers brushed your exposed back, raking his nails or drawing tiny shapes, playing with the zipper, or the straps of your dress, sliding it on or off. he wasn’t doing it to specifically annoy you; he just hated that it wasn’t the appropriate place to show pda.
“you okay?” he hears your question, nodding almost immediately. “i’m perfect… just missing you…” he replied, resting his chin over your shoulder.
“i’m right here?”
“i know, but i miss not being able to properly show you my love and affections.”
“you don’t have to show me; i can feel it.”
four;
the argument came out of nowhere. one second, the two of you were getting home at similar times. each of you was dealing with your own struggles that made you have prissy attitudes and mood swings. it was enough dealing with it at work or the training center, but it followed you both home.
the argument was over nothing. the house was spotless clean, but it seemed none of you liked the backhanded comments or attitude, which resulted in an exchange of harsh words and comments. but you were both damned if either would back down first.
now the house was silent. which annoyed you further because you could hear the smallest things. from the ac turning on and off, the load washing in the laundry, the loud fan coming from your laptop as it charged, the silent murmur of joe’s ipad as he watched football film.
you had a horrible day, and this was the last thing you needed. all you wanted was to come home, have a warm bath, make a drink, read a book, or watch a movie, cuddle, and spend time and talk about wedding plans with your fiancé. but not even that you could have.
joe watched you come into the kitchen, grabbing a snack from your secret stash that you thought he had no idea of, but he knew. you sat quietly on one of the island stools, trying to read your book, but he knew your mind was occupied.
he hated it. he hated and detested the idea of being in a fight with you. it was trauma from the earlier stages of your relationship when he thought he’d lost you for good. but you were able to work things out, and he grew to be a better man for himself and you.
he didn’t think twice before shutting the ipad, walking to where you were. god, he knew you were having a bad day. your short reply messages, slamming things a little harsher than normal, avoiding eye contact, or attempts for affection gave it all away.
he hugged you from behind, his lips leaving small kisses over your bare shoulder and neck. “i’m sorry, i’m so so so sorry,” joe apologized, his chest heaving with dismay. you let out a relieved breath, because you needed this. it was all you wanted the entire day.
you didn’t resist either, turning to properly hug him, your arm around his middle, no words needing to be said, just showing the regret and simplicity of the want and yearning for one another.
your hands smooth over his back, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your own skin. “i’m sorry too, my intention wasn’t to take it out on you, because you don’t deserve it. i’m really sorry, joe,’ you apologized, feeling the sadness spread through, hearing his heavy sigh.
“stop apologizing. we both didn’t mean it; it just happens after a hard day…” he reassures, continuing to kiss any inch of skin he had access to. gosh, you smelled so good, felt so warm and safe against his own embrace, hugged him exactly like he desired.
“it shouldn’t be an excuse. i know we're entitled to have bad days, but it should never mean taking it out on each other. i love you, joe,” you said breathlessly, holding his face, his forehead resting on yours.
“i love you more, darlin’, please don’t ever forget that…”
he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his midsection, letting him carry you and your book all the way to the couch. he felt your hesitance to reach out, which he despised, because he never wanted you to feel this way.
joe grabbed your legs, pulling you closer, resting over his lips where he gave warm squeezes on your bare calf. “you’re my fiancé, practically my wife; you never have to ask for any cuddles, just reach for me, and i’ll be there. okay?” his voice was deep and groggy, his jaw clenching at the mere thought of you not being comfortable to hug or kiss him.
“yes, joe…”
“now, c’mere and kiss me. i’ll show you how much i’m sorry for yelling at you…”
five;
you felt it before it could even hit you properly. the dread of stepping out of bed, the runny nose, your body temperature high, then turned low with body aches. you were coming down with a sickness that spread fast, unable to control the day you felt symptoms.
joe noticed it immediately: how you wouldn’t kiss him properly, where your lips lingered on his for more than five seconds. sat far away, smiling awkwardly when he threw a confused glance. how you avoided any sort of contact that could pass the illness.
that morning after, he’d left early for a training session, grabbing a comforter hot and heavy to keep your body warm, leaving medicine with water, and a note to text him when you had a proper meal. he wanted you to rest, because it's clear you needed it. joe even called out of work for you.
when he returned, you were still in bed, another blanket covering your shivering body, “how are we feeling? did your fever go down?” he asked, setting the warm beef pho soup he got from your favorite place.
“yes, hours ago, but it just returned, and it’s angrier,” you replied, then let out a hefty cough. “i’ve been in bed all day, and it’s driving me crazy! i’m used to my freedom of doing what i want whenever.”
“i know darlin’... but you need to stay in bed to rest and recover. i brought you some soup, and it’s going to help your congestion, fever, and cough,” he explained, helping you prop yourself up, keeping the ice pack on your forehead.
“thank you,” you gasped, letting out another angry cough. “it’s also time for another dose of medicine, so after you eat we will see how you feel, and then you’ll take it, okay?” joe says as he preps the bedside table.
you didn’t say anything, your throat was hurting way too much. he gently placed it on the tray, bringing it closer, careful not to burn you. he helped give you a few bites, then let you do it yourself, grabbing one of the single sofas in the corner and taking a seat next to you.
“no nausea, right?”
“no, thank god.”
“slow bites, okay. i don’t want it to randomly get you sick.”
“mhm…”
“then you can take a warm bath before bed; it will help,” joe explained, turning down the volume from the tv, giving your left hand a warm kiss over your knuckles. “this is hitting the spot… thank you so much,” you rasped, voice raspy, clearly showing signs of the illness.
“anything for my wife.”
after eating almost all the soup and taking a shower, because the idea of sitting in a bath had irritated you, you took medicine, joe, and you lay on the shared bed. “you should sleep in the next room,” you coughed again, turning to the side, “don’t want you to get sick.”
“over my dead body… i’m staying here taking care of you to make sure nothing happens,” joe protested, offended by the suggestion.
“joe-”
“in sickness and in health, right? that’s what we're vowing to each other soon, and i’ll stick by it,” joe reminded, pulling your shivering body to his warm chest, which immediately soothed the aches and chills.
“just let me hold and help you. if i get sick, i know you’d do the same thing for me,” he said, giving you kisses over your face. “i love how you know everything about me,” you giggled, clearing your throat, hugging him tighter, your hand running up and down his right bicep.
“it’s my job. rest, darlin’, there’s not a single obligation or favor you owe…”
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