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*bangs on your front door* HURT/COMFORT JOE BURROW FIC RN

a/n: we’re totally gonna ignore the after party.

warnings: angst and a sad!joe

listened to: vas by jagger finn

you felt selfish. the jealousy you felt when you saw all the wags cheer on their boyfriends and husbands as they ran off the field to celebrate their win was immense. you had really wished it was you up there with joe. you had to remind yourself that it wasn’t your turn to be sad, it was his. and now you were stuck. you wanted to comfort him but you also knew that he would want some alone time.

the ride to the hotel was to say the least, awkward. you weren’t sure if he would want to talk about it so instead you waited to see if he wanted to bring it up. he never did so you drove in silence. the city of los angeles always looked beautiful on television but not today. you wanted to leave. you felt kinda selfish about feeling so bad about the loss after all your boyfriend lost the game not you.

“welcome mr. burrow, will you be extending your stay?” straight to the heart, ouch.

“myra, the bengals just lost. oh my god.” you heard the other receptionist not so discreetly tell her co-worker.

“oh, i’m so sor-”

“it’s alright. we’ll be leaving tomorrow morning.” those were the first words you heard him say since driving him back.

the view was breathtaking but not as much as when you’d first checked in. you’d expected to come back even more enamored with it but now it was simply a city you’d leave behind. at least for now.

“y/n, can you start the shower for me?”

“yeah of course.” you headed towards the bathroom quickly after. turning it on mild just how he liked it.

you always thought he was weird for that. you loved the warm water and the steam that would form after a really good shower. maybe it was the constant ice baths he would have that made completely immune to the weird tingly feeling one gets while taking a cold shower.

he took a couple of minutes before he entered the bathroom. you’d never seen him look so defeated, he was probably blaming himself for the loss.

“it’s not your fault, you know?” you couldn’t help but blurt out.

he stayed silent for a couple of seconds. maybe you shouldn’t have said anything, maybe it was still too early to talk about it. you debated on wether you should leave him alone again, maybe go out and find something to do while he thought about tonight.

“probably not all of it but i still feel like it was partially my fault. i feel-” he paused for a moment trying to find the words. “i let everyone down, y/n.”

“did you joe? because i don’t think you did. your team was considered one of, if not, the worst team in the league. and you along with the rest of the team led them to the super bowl. and sure i may not know what it feels to lose something so big but you made ohio proud. at least you made me proud.” you made sure to whisper the last sentence.

you were always proud of him but you never really told him. of course you liked him, a lot, but growing up in a hostile environment you just never really felt open to being so appreciative of something or someone. obviously you would say thank you for something or show your affection by telling someone that they were special to you but never a forward i love you.

and maybe that’s because you were too scared to be vulnerable. but with joe it now felt different. you felt like telling him that you really liked him from time to time or that you were so thankful he was in your life.

“what was that?” he was teasing you now. at least that was an improvement from the sulking.

“i said i’m proud of you dumbass.”

“well, that sure does change my perspective on a lot of things.” he headed over to test the water, “would you care to join me? just a shower though, if you don’t mind.”

“are you insinuating that i’m the horny one in this relationship?” you asked.

“no! that’s always gonna be me but you know i am very good looking so i wouldn’t judge you if you just wanted to throw yourself at me mid shower?” he was so full of himself.

“i blame all of america for boosting your ego so much.” you started to remove your clothing, “hurry up blondie, i don’t like to waste water.”

the water was way too cold for your liking but you didn’t say anything after all you were in here to keep someone happy. someone you loved. and although he couldn’t wash your hair to save his life you couldn’t help but feel all tingly when he did it. it felt like the first day you met him when you got butterflies in your stomach except now they weren’t nervous.

“i love you y/n.”