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series!
the burrows
— masterlist for all my writings about the family's adventures.
one-shots!
(1k words and over)
jamie, joe burrow [ a ]
— he just misses her.
sad beautiful tragic, joe burrow [ a ]
— a sad beautiful tragic love affair
blurbs!
(under 1k)
love it, joe burrow [ * ]
— it's just kissing, right?
so good, joe burrow [ s ]
— post-game lovin'
hands, joe burrow [ * ]
— something about his hands..
the prettiest, joe burrow [ f ]
— joe never will let you forget how much you rock his world.
the p-word, joe burrow [ f ]
— he doesn't know what to say or how to react to things like this.
confident, sam hubbard [ * ]
— he knows just what to say and when to say it
who's cutting onions, joe burrow [ f ]
— you wanted to make him something nice, but you're not the most steady-handed
c*ntmuffin, joe burrow [ f & * ]
— you're just having a bit of harmless fun, but joe doesn't seem to enjoy it as much as you are. frat!lsu!joe
happy fuckin' new year, joe burrow [ f ]
— you're clueless and airheaded at times, it really gets under joe's skin.
frat!lsu!joe
one more, joe burrow [ * ]
— we might have to start calling him jealous joey frat!lsu!joe
ignored, joe burrow [ f ]
— he's quite the hypocrite frat!lsu!joe
drunk promises, joe burrow [ * & f ]
— he's drunk and rambling about things he shouldn't. frat!lsu!joe
warnings; heavy angst, alcohol abuse, swearing, mentions of bars and driving under the influence, talk of loss of loved one's. all around sad stuff.
word count; 1k
note; this is inspired by one of my favorite songs at the moment, Jamie by Zach Bryan ft. Charles Wesley Godwin, feel free to listen as you read for the best experience. i did cut it short because i'm not killing off joe, sue me.
please let me know if i missed anything in the warnings and if any of the warnings mentioned above may even slightly trigger you, please skip this work. there will be a fluffy one-shot of the burrow's coming soon for those who choose not to read. <333
There ain't much a war when it's 4:34
With the man you were before that
bar door.
This Joe wasn't who he used to be. Drowning his sorrows in whiskey or any hard alcohol he could get his lips on was never his way of grief. Never had he ever been such a heavy drinker in all of his time in this world. He doesn't even like to drink. But love drives people to do the unimaginable, unfortunately for him, Joe Burrow was no exception to that fact.
No one loves you enough to give you
a ride and your cars sittin' right outside,
Oh, Jamie
Given the time no one was answering his calls and he wasn't in the right might set to find any friends who were willing to go with him and be the designated driver. Joe's made a few mistakes in his life, drunk driving was never on the list of those. He learned from a young age that was never a good decision.
Keep your tires between the ditches
And your eyes peeled on the road.
Unknowingly, Joe swerved the expensive BMW that used to belong to his wife, driving it gave him a slight sense of relief. He used to always drive it, never alone though, she always in the passenger seat. She never liked being away from him, always loving just being in his presence.
There's two more minutes before
you're back home.
The bar he chose to drown his feelings in drinking at was just seven minutes from their his expensive home. Going back there was always dreaded, especially knowing the one he once loved wouldn't be snuggled up in his clothes waiting on his arrival. He's not sure how he's driven the five minutes, his minds more clouded by liquor than it's ever been.
Don't 103 feel so free?
You always loved the revelry
Oh, Jamie
His wife was always one to get him out of his comfort zones, introducing him to new things. One thing she could never get him into was partying. She always used to tell him about the parties she had went to when they were back in high school, Joe never could imagine jeopardizing his nearly spotless career, so he settling for story telling.
The flashing red and blue in a cracked
rear view.
"Goddammit," he murmured, pressing his foot down a bit harder as the cop's light flashes along his clammy face. As if his life could get anymore difficult, the last thing he needs is a DUI charge against him. The cracks of her rear view mirror obstructed his line of sight ever so slightly, he remembers the call he got from her stressed about the crack in her mirror. He was quick to reassure that it was the cold or something.
He remembers the smile he once owned.
Joe used to be the happiest man on the planet. He had a great upbringing, the perfect wife, a baby on the way, anything a man could ever ask for and then some. There was almost never any complaints from him about anything. He was simply content all the time. He used to smile until his cheeks would hurt, now the only expression he made was when the burn of his drink of choice hit him.
But he ain't gonna stop for any cop,
from here to damn near Wichita County.
If he gets caught in this act. his excuse'll be that there was no where to pull off. There's no way he could pull him over in this area, maybe he'll understand how close he is to the neighborhood? What Joe couldn't seem the grasp was the fact that he was driving so dangerously, the cop who saw him to he was out of his mind and needed to be stopped immediately.
I'll go tonight, boys. I don't mean no harm.
I just miss my lovin' lady and layin' in her
arms. (2x)
The only thing his mind was on was her and the baby girl who he never got to properly meet or hold. His girls.
'Cause there's a tombstone hidden
in a place that he don't visit.
Every time he took the tiny dirt road back to the secluded place he chose to lay them, his heart broke impossibly more. Life could never be the same for him, everyone knew it. The funeral gutted him from the inside out, seeing her their completely lifeless made his breath catch. Panic set in pretty quickly and all he saw was black.
Where the love of his life was laid to
rest, he'll make it there by dusk that is
where they'll draw their guns,
Oh, Jamie.
He felt heavy, like he was carrying burden on him at all times or maybe he was the burden. His eyes blurred with tears that he was quick to wipe away. The blue and red lights followed him the entire way to his destination, no shock there though.
Cause this life ain't worth livin' if the
love that you've been given is taken
before you are.
There was nothing left for him. No one to come home to, no one to call his own, no one to run his mouth about to his friends. nothing, just a canyon in not only his heart but his soul. Nothing could fill this, no amount of booze or therapy could fix the pain he felt at this time. He's tried it all and failed every single fucking time.
Now Jamie is dancin' and spinnin'
around his baby in the stars.
He had this analogy. That they were watching him, dancing around in the clouds and painting every sunset to keep him going. Even the simplest of tasks felt impossible in his situation.
I'll go tonight, boys. I don't mean no harm.
I just miss my lovin' lady and layin' in her
arms. (2x)
happy new year to every single one of you amazing people!! manifesting that 2023 and all the years after treat you fabulously. i'm forever grateful for the friends i've made as well as the immense love on all of my works i've posted on here these past few months. praying for monday im still shitting bricks pls pls pls. anyways, i love you all so much😚
