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OSCAR PIASTRI X READER: hurt my feelings

“She wears your number, but I got what you like

She's got you right now, but I'm still on your mind”

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- this is based loosely off the Tate McRae song “hurt my feelings”. enjoy!!!

- psa: I have nothing against Lily! she’s just used as a plot point. I’m also brand new to F1 so if I get some stuff wrong I’m sorry!! 🤍

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The paddock was full of energy as the sun was shining down in Melbourne. It felt as if it was nearly sizzling my skin off. I was quick to snap pictures when given the chance, trying to catch the absolute best moments just before the Australian Grand Prix went green. I decided to stroll down to the garages to get more pictures, and wish Lando, Oscar, and the team good luck. I snapped pictures as I walked along the garage, then I heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n! There’s my darling” Lando shouted out to me, making his was towards me. Lando was by far my best friend at McLaren, even though we had different careers in Formula 1 - we got along exceptionally well. Ever since we got introduced to each other last year, we’ve been inseparable.

“Lando!” I yelled back, walking towards him to meet the distance.

“I was coming down here to look for you and Oscar. Wanted to wish you guys good luck” I said wrapping my arms around Lando, wrapping him a tight hug.

“Ah, thank you y/n! Good luck finding Oscar, I have no clue where the guy went - he’s probably went off to see his family real quick and Lily” Lando squeezed me before letting go of the hug. My facial expression faltered slightly at the mention of Lily, Oscars girlfriend.

Oscar and Lily had been dating for about four months now and it was absolutely hell. Yes, she was a sweet girl but there was just something I couldn’t stand about her.

I guess Lando picked up on my facial change. “Oh come on bug, you still having a rough time about Lily?” He started, making his voice lower to where nobody nearby could hear.

“"I... I don’t know," I sighed, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "It’s just… hard, I guess. I don’t even know what it is about her." I wasn’t sure why I felt this way, but I couldn’t deny that Lily’s presence in Oscar’s life made me uneasy.

“Lando, Y/n!” I turned to the direction of the voice, but I already knew who it was before my head even rotated. Oscar came bouncing over to us, with Lily on his arm. I put on my best smile, acting as if Lando and I weren’t just talking about them. Lando and I said our ‘hello’s’ and then I started to space out as the boys and Lily conversed. I couldn’t help but notice Lily was wearing a McLaren shirt, emblazoned with none other than ‘Piastri’ in big bold letters. My heart skipped a beat. Had they really gotten that serious already? They’d only been together for a few months. Why was she already sporting his name like that?

"Y/N? Y/N!" Oscar waved his hand in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts. "You okay?" he asked, concern flickering across his face.

"Yeah, I’m fine," I quickly replied, giving him a small nod. "Just a little tired." But I could feel the weight of my words—the truth hanging in the air. Oscar was still holding onto my heart, even if I wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

He didn’t seem convinced. His gaze lingered a little too long, like he could see right through me

Oscar and I had a complicated history. I joined McLaren when he was starting his second year, and like with Lando, we became inseparable. But our connection was different. We’d steal glances when no one was watching, stay up late texting or on the phone, and he’d always bring me my favorite coffee. It felt intimate—like something deeper was there. Even Lando, who knew me better than anyone, insisted there was no way Oscar didn’t have feelings for me.

And then came the day I was ready to ask him about it—to finally confess my feelings. But instead of a romantic conversation, Oscar introduced Lily to the team, and everything inside me shattered. I cried harder that night than I ever had in my life.

Was it dramatic? Yes, but when you’re that invested in someone, the heartbreak feels like the end of the world. The worst part was that Oscar and I were never anything more than close friends—yet somehow, it hurt even more knowing that. Especially with how secretive he’d been about Lily. I felt like an outsider in my own friendship with him, like I didn’t matter enough for him to share something so important.

Since then, things between Oscar and me had shifted. He stopped bringing me coffee, the late-night chats stopped, and our conversations became more professional, more distant. We still talked, of course—mostly business stuff, race-related updates, and the occasional congratulations or condolences. But it wasn’t the same.

Lando knew exactly how I felt. He could see it in my eyes, hear it in my voice when I couldn’t hide it. He had been there for me when I couldn’t get out of bed, when I was crushed by the weight of it all. And even though I’d managed to pull myself back together, that quiet ache still lingered.

I pushed through the motions of my work: races on the weekends, taking pictures, showing up to work for the week, and then doing it all over again. I loved my job, but seeing Oscar every day, especially with Lily in the picture now, felt like a constant reminder of everything I couldn’t have.

I shook off my thoughts and smiled tightly. "Good luck, guys. I’ll see you after the race for photos." I glanced at Oscar, then quickly avoided Lily’s gaze, feeling like her eyes were burning through me. The boys said their thanks, Lando gave me one last tight hug, and I excused myself, making my way back up to the paddock.

As I climbed the stairs, I glanced back and saw Oscar staring at me from a distance. My heart skipped a beat. My cheeks flushed crimson, and I quickly turned away, rushing up the stairs to catch my breath. There was no denying it anymore—I was still in deep. And the way Oscar looked at me, despite the distance between us, made my heart ache even more.

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The race wrapped up with Lando finishing in P3 and Oscar in P4. I rushed to the podium to capture Lando celebrating, popping champagne, and basking in the excitement of the moment.

When Lando spotted me, he shot me a playful grin and posed for the camera. I giggled, snapping a few quick shots before, suddenly, Lando grabbed me into a hug, lifting me off the ground.

“Lando! Put me down!” I laughed, trying to wiggle free.

“Never bug!” Lando said spinning me around in the air. Finally he put me down.

“Congratulations dude! You’re insane!” I said pushing Lando’s shoulder. He just smiled smugly back at me laughing.

“Thanks y/n. We’re partying hard tonight!” Landon said pumping his fists and trophy in the air. I jokingly rolled my eyes, Lando and his post-race parties.

“For sure” I said laughing, nothing good and well I would not be attending if he did throw something. “Uhm…I better go find Oscar and get some pictures” I told Lando.

“You got this” Lando said hugging me one last time. I was so lucky to have a best friend like him. I left the podium, on my search for Oscar to snap some pictures.

When I got to the bottom of the podium, I saw him standing with the rest of the team taking and celebrating - no Lily in sight. I quickly jogged over to him. When I reached him I tapped him on his shoulder, he turned around and when he noticed it was me I saw some kind of emotion in his eyes - but I couldn’t tell what it was.

“Pictures?” I said raising my camera looking up at him. He nodded his head and posed for me, I quickly took some photos.

“Congratulations on P4, you did great today” I said once I finished photos, putting my camera back in my bag.

“Thank you, it was definitely a fight out there today” Oscar said smiling down at the ground. God, his smile was so infectious it made me sick. He was absolutely beautiful and I hated that I just couldn’t let him go.

I placed my hand in his elbow. “Still, you raced like hell Piastri” I said looking him in his eyes searching for any kind of emotion he could display. It seemed like his breathing had hitched when I placed my hand on him and the look in his eyes got darker.

“Oscar! Oscar!” A voice shouted out over the sea of people. I turned my head around, it was Lily. Oscar stared at me for a little longer and then soon Lily wrapped him up in a hug, pushing me out of the way like I wasn’t even there. I stepped back, stumbling a bit. Lily was screaming ‘congrats’ and other sweet nothings in Oscar’s ear. Oscar still just looked at me, the same look not going away at all - he almost looked… sad? Maybe, I wasn’t sure. I just quickly nodded my head at him and walked back towards the paddock, trying to forget what just happened.

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As the race weekend came to a close and the paddock began to empty, I felt that familiar pang deep in my chest. The constant hum of the engines, the cheers from the stands, the energy of the race—it all started to fade into the background as my mind drifted. I was trying, so hard, to tell myself that I needed to stay away from Oscar. That I needed to let go and focus on something, anything, other than him.

But every time I saw him, I couldn’t help myself. The way he smiled, the way his eyes would light up when he was genuinely happy—it all made me feel like I was losing my grip. I was caught between wanting to be close to him and knowing it was better to keep my distance. Especially after our conversation after the race today.

I wandered over to where Lando was still celebrating with the team. He was surrounded by people, chatting and laughing, basking in the afterglow of his impressive P3 finish. I should’ve felt happy for him—after all, he was my best friend. But right now, all I could think about was the interaction I had just had with Oscar, the look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read, the way he had seemed… distant.

After a while, Lando and I were finally back at the hotel we were all staying at.

I followed Lando through the hotel lobby, our footsteps echoing in the emptiness. The race had been a whirlwind—his P3 finish was impressive, as always, and Oscar had fought hard for his P4—but none of that seemed to matter anymore. My mind was stuck on one thing: Oscar. And the way he looked at me earlier, right before Lily had shown up, wrapping herself around him like she had every right to be there. It wasn’t just jealousy—it was the crushing realization that I’d never be the one to stand there with him. Not in the way I wanted.

“Hey, come on,” Lando said, giving me a nudge as we walked through the hotel corridors toward the bar. “Let’s grab a drink, yeah? You’ve been working nonstop all weekend.”

I didn’t protest. Lando always knew how to pull me out of my head, even if it was only temporary. We entered the hotel bar, and I quickly slid onto a stool, trying to ignore the heaviness in my chest. The bar was quieter than usual, a few race team members scattered around with drinks in hand, but it felt like the perfect place to try and forget for a while.

Lando ordered for us both, his usual easy smile still in place despite the chaos of the weekend. But as soon as he turned to me, I could tell he knew something was off. He always did.

Lando was quiet for a beat, watching me with that understanding look of his. “You mean Oscar?”

I looked away for a moment, my heart beating faster. “I keep telling myself to move on, to stop feeling like this, but every time I see him—Oscar—I just get these stupid feelings, Lando. I know he’s with Lily, and I know it’s not going to happen, but… I can’t let go of this hope, this stupid hope that maybe… maybe something could change.”

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I get it, Y/N. But listen, you’ve got to stop holding onto something that’s hurting you. I know you care about him, but if he doesn’t see you the way you see him, then you’ve got to step back. It’s not worth it.”

I bit my lip, my gaze dropping to the bar top . “I don’t know how to let go. It’s just so hard. And every time I see him with her, it just… it feels like a slap in the face. I keep thinking that maybe something will click, but it never does. And I’m just… I’m so tired of feeling this way.”

Lando’s expression softened as he set his glass down and leaned closer. “Listen, you’re one of the strongest people I know. But you’ve got to stop fighting for something that’s not meant for you. If Oscar doesn’t see what he’s got in front of him, that’s his loss, not yours. You can’t keep putting yourself through this.”

I nodded at Lando’s words - he was right. I couldn’t hold on to Oscar because it was hurting me, but something about the hurt made me crave it more.

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I tossed and turned in bed that night, restlessness gnawing at my thoughts. After everything that had happened earlier with Oscar, I couldn’t seem to shake the confusion, the hurt, the lingering anger. Every time I closed my eyes, his face, his words, kept replaying in my mind. I couldn’t sleep, not when everything felt like it was hanging on a thread, ready to unravel at any moment.

Eventually, I gave up trying to find rest. The sheets felt suffocating, the quiet of the hotel room pressing in on me. I slipped out of bed and paced the room, trying to make sense of the emotions coursing through me. But no matter how much I walked, no matter how much I tried to distract myself, the truth was clear—I needed to talk to him.

I glanced at the clock. It was late, and I wasn’t sure if he’d even be awake, but I couldn’t keep pretending that I was fine. The tension between us had only gotten worse, and I had to face it. I had to get some answers, even if I was scared of what I might hear.

After a few moments of hesitation, I grabbed my jacket, slipped on my shoes, and left my room. My footsteps were quiet as I walked down the hallway, my nerves a tangled mess. My mind was telling me to turn back, but I ignored it. I couldn’t leave things like this. Not anymore.

I reached Oscar’s door, standing in front of it, my hand hovering over the knob for a moment. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. My fingers finally brushed against the door, and I knocked lightly. It was late, and I wasn’t even sure he’d answer, but I couldn’t wait any longer.

The sound of footsteps from inside caused my breath to catch in my throat. I could feel my pulse quicken as the door creaked open, revealing Oscar, standing there in a t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was messy, his eyes slightly bleary, but he was still the same Oscar. And seeing him like this—so close and yet so far—made the weight of everything hit me harder than I expected.

He blinked at me for a second, clearly surprised to see me standing there. “Y/N?” His voice was soft, cautious, as if unsure why I was there. “What’s going on?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out immediately. I had so many things to say, but they were all jumbled in my head. Instead, I swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes. “I need to talk to you,” I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady.

Oscar looked at me for a long moment, as if weighing his options, before he stepped aside and gestured for me to come in. “Okay,” he said, his voice low. “Come in.”

I entered, and the door clicked shut behind me. The room was dimly lit, the only real light coming from the faint glow of the bathroom. Oscar didn’t immediately sit down. He just stood there, watching me, waiting for me to say something. I hated how much I could feel the distance between us, even though we were standing less than a meter apart.

“I…” I started, then stopped. How could I even begin? The words felt impossible to find, as though I were speaking in a foreign language, trying to translate my emotions into something coherent.

Oscar’s gaze softened, his voice gentle but still filled with concern. “You look like you haven’t slept,” he said, his eyes scanning me as if trying to figure out what was going on. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t answer that. Not when the answer felt like it would spill out too much at once, and I wasn’t ready for that. Instead, I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “I don’t know, Oscar,” I admitted, my voice cracking slightly. “I don’t know if I’m okay. I’ve been thinking about everything, and I’m just... so lost.”

He remained silent for a few seconds, waiting for me to continue, but I couldn’t seem to find the right words. It was like I was suffocating under the weight of all the unspoken things. My throat tightened, and I finally just let it all spill out.

“You kept Lily from us, from me,” I said, almost stumbling over the words. “You kept her a secret, Oscar. And it was like everything changed. We were close, but then one day, it was like I didn’t even matter anymore. You didn’t even try to explain it, and now everything feels... broken. Like it’s too late to fix it. I just don’t understand why you couldn’t talk to me.”

Oscar’s expression faltered, and I saw the conflict in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but I held up my hand, cutting him off.

“You can’t just say sorry and expect it all to be fine,” I said, the anger creeping back into my voice. “You’ve been distant for the past four months, Oscar. And I’m tired of feeling like I don’t know where I stand with you.”

The silence stretched between us, both of us caught in the weight of everything that had been left unsaid. Oscar stood there, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts, but it felt like he was struggling with his own emotions, unsure of how to bridge the gap.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N. I really didn’t. But I didn’t know how to handle it... how to handle what was between us. I kept thinking, kept hoping that maybe if I stayed away, it wouldn’t complicate things.”

“Complicate things?” I asked, disbelief rising in my chest. “Oscar, you’ve already complicated everything. You didn’t just pull away; you pushed me out. You were always so careful, so guarded, and then with her, it was like everything was easy. But with me... I felt like I didn’t know what I was to you anymore.”

Oscar closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a long breath, and when he opened them again, there was something raw in his gaze. “I should have been more honest with you. About everything.” He paused, his lips slightly parted as if he was searching for the right words. “But the truth is... I didn’t know how to tell you that... I like you, Y/N. I’ve always liked you. And I didn’t know how you felt. I saw the signs, sure, but I didn’t want to make things weird between us. I thought maybe... maybe it was better to just keep things the way they were.”

The words hit me harder than I expected. My heart skipped a beat, and I had to catch my breath. I stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. He liked me. All this time, with the awkwardness, the distance—it was because he didn’t know how I felt? My mind was spinning.

“I didn’t want to lose you,” he continued, his voice trembling slightly. “But now I see that in trying not to mess things up, I’ve only made everything worse. And I hate myself for it.”

I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. It wasn’t just about Lily. It was about him, about us, and everything that had been left unspoken for far too long. “You think... you think this is something you can just fix with words, Oscar?” I said, my voice shaking. “Do you even know what you’ve done to me?”

He stepped closer, his eyes searching mine as if pleading for me to understand. “I know I’ve messed up. But I don’t want to lose what we had. I don’t want to lose you. Not when I’ve only just realized what you mean to me.”

I felt the weight of his words sink in, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t know what to say. My heart ached with the realization that there was something between us, something we hadn’t addressed, but the past wasn’t so easily erased. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that things could change, that we could find our way back to something real.

“I don’t know, Oscar,” I said softly. “I don’t know what comes next.”

He nodded, his face falling slightly. “I don’t know either. But I want to figure it out with you. If you’re willing to try.”

I took a deep breath, still trying to process everything Oscar had just said. His words were still echoing in my mind, but I knew there was more we needed to talk about—something that had been looming between us from the very beginning.

I shifted uneasily, glancing at Oscar before I spoke. “And what about Lily?” I asked quietly. The question hung in the air between us, heavy and unavoidable. “What happens with her?”

Oscar’s expression faltered for a second. He seemed to tense up, the weight of the question settling in. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting my gaze again. “I don’t want to hurt her, Y/N,” he said softly. “But I don’t want to keep lying to her or myself either.”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I don’t want to hurt her either,” I admitted, my voice quieter now. “I don’t know her, not really, but... I don’t want to be the one to cause drama or tension between you two.” I paused, struggling to find the right words. “But I also don’t want to be this... person on the sidelines, wondering where I fit into your life. I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.”

Oscar’s eyes softened, and he took a step closer to me, his voice gentle. “You’re not on the sidelines, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot, and I know I’ve messed things up. But I’m not asking you to keep pretending like nothing’s wrong. I want to be honest with you, and I know I need to be honest with Lily too.”

I nodded slowly, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety swirl inside me. “And what do you think is going to happen with you and her?” I asked, my voice uncertain, afraid of the answer.

Oscar hesitated, his gaze flickering to the door for a moment before returning to me. “I don’t know yet. We need to talk. I’ve been keeping things from her, and I don’t want to do that anymore. I need to be honest with her, with both of us.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I never meant to hurt anyone. But I think it’s clear that there’s something between us. Something I’ve been trying to ignore, even though it’s been there all along.”

My heart raced at his words, the vulnerability in his eyes only making everything more complicated. “I don’t want to be the one to hurt her, Oscar,” I said again, my voice quiet. “But I can’t keep pretending that I don’t have feelings for you. It’s too hard. And if I’m being honest, it feels like I’m just waiting for you to figure it all out.”

Oscar reached out, his hand hovering near mine before he gently placed it on top of my hand. “I’m not asking you to wait. I don’t want to make you feel like you have to put your life on hold because of me.” He squeezed my hand lightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a sincerity that made my chest tighten. “But I also don’t want to keep lying to Lily. She deserves better than that. She deserves the truth, just like you do.”

I nodded slowly, feeling a weight settle over me. This wasn’t going to be easy for anyone involved. But for the first time in a long while, it felt like Oscar and I were finally on the same page. It was messy, it was complicated, and it wasn’t going to be resolved overnight, but at least we were facing it together. At least, we were being honest with each other.

“I just don’t know how to do this,” I said quietly, my voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I also can’t keep pretending like nothing’s going on between us. I don’t want to be in the middle of all this, Oscar. I don’t want to feel like I’m betraying her, but I can’t keep pushing my feelings down either.”

Oscar’s expression softened, and he took a step closer to me, his hand gently brushing my arm. “I get it. And I promise, I’ll make sure Lily isn’t caught in the middle of all this. I need to have that conversation with her, no matter how hard it is. But I don’t want to keep pretending like nothing’s going on with us. I know it’s going to be difficult, but I want to figure this out. With you.”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Okay. I want that too. But I need time, Oscar. I need to process everything that’s happened. I don’t know if I’m ready to jump into something, especially with all the mess around it.”

Oscar looked at me with a quiet understanding. “I get that. Take all the time you need. But just know that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. And I’ll do what I can to make sure this doesn’t cause any more hurt than it already has.”

We stood there for a moment, the weight of everything between us. I felt like we were on the edge of something new, but I also knew that there was still so much to untangle. Still, I couldn’t ignore the way my chest ached with the realization that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for us.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice soft. “For being honest. I needed to hear that.”

Oscar gave me a small smile, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and relief. “You deserve that honesty, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me so long to give it to you.”

I gave a small nod, my heart still racing with everything we had just laid bare. It wasn’t going to be easy. It was going to take time, patience, and honesty—things we’d both struggled with. But for the first time, I felt like we were finally moving in the right direction. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t clean. But it was real.

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A few days after arriving back home - it was straight back to the McLaren office for work. I was sat at my desk in my office, working on editing photos, when I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in” I said out loud, taking my attention off my computer to look up at the door.

Oscar peeked his head in the door, closing it behind him. In his hand, he held a coffee.

“I brought you something” Oscar said, handing the coffee out to me. Him and I haven’t talked about our conversation in his hotel room since it happened.

I smiled at him, my heart swelled at how he smiled at me. I graciously accepted the coffee.

“Why thank you, sir” I said taking a sip of it, Oscar still remembered my coffee order after all these months. It made me smile incredibly hard.

I then dropped to a more serious face and tone. “Uhm so… have you talked to Lily?” I asked sipping on my coffee, turning my attention back to the photo I was editing.

Oscar shifted his weight slightly, his gaze falling on the floor before he looked back up at me. “I have,” he said, his voice soft. “It wasn’t easy. But I was honest with her”.

I nodded, focusing on the screen, even though my mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. “And how did it go?” I asked, even though I was half afraid of the answer.

Oscar sighed, sitting down in one of the chairs I had at the front of my desk. “It was... tough. But I think she understood. She wasn’t happy about it, obviously, but she said she appreciated the honesty. I don’t think she expected it to be easy, but I don’t think she was completely blindsided either.”

I felt a small weight lift off my chest, but a quiet tension still lingered in the air between us. I glanced at him for a moment, trying to read his face.

“This” I say, pointing between Oscar and I, “Is going to take time and rebuilding”. Oscar nods his head.

“I know and I’m okay with that, but I’m willing to do anything to make it better Y/N” he stares at me. I could tell he was genuine.

I showed him a small smile, letting our silence linger. I glanced over at my computer.

“Want to go through some of your photos from this past weekend?” I asked looking at him.

“Yes, I do” he said, getting up out of the chair and coming behind my desk. He stood behind my chair and placed his hands on my armrests, leaning over my head and peering at the computer, ready to look at the pictures.

I felt my heart rate pick up, but then a sense of calm washed over me. I felt at peace again, I finally had Oscar back.

No matter what, I had still been on his mind this whole time. I was in so deep, I didn’t even mind if he hurt my feelings - again.

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Hi guys! Part 4 of Heaven will come out sometime next week! I haven’t had time to write this past week, so I will hopefully have something out to you guys in the next few days! Thank you for y’all’s patience ❤️ and thank y’all for reading!

love,

mads

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heaven - joe burrow x reader (pt.3)

The minute I heard the alarm go off, I slammed my hand on my phone to turn it off. ‘Why did I agree to get up this early?’ I asked myself. I grabbed my phone and cancelled all the extra alarms I had set, just incase I didn’t wake up for the first one. 

I laid in bed for a few minutes scrolling Instagram and responding to texts Kelsey had sent me - asking if I had gotten to Cincinnati safely and that I wasn’t dead in an alley. I then decided to get out of bed, because if I didn’t now - I never would.

Once doing a nice long stretch, I headed to the bathroom connected to my room. I pulled my hair back and started the shower up, making sure it was hot enough. Once it warmed up to my liking (which was boiling skin off hot), I hopped in and washed the tiredness away.

After washing myself and making myself feel squeaky clean - I got out and dried off. I did my skincare next, brushed my teeth, and put on deodorant. I went back to my room to grab some clothes, which consisted of Lululemon black shorts, my white tennis shoes, and of course - another LSU shirt. What can I say, LSU had taken over my life - and my wardrobe. Once dressed, I took my hair down and styled it, making sure it looked presentable enough to be out on a football field all day. 

I grabbed my makeup bag and did my makeup to where it looked like I hadn’t slept for only four hours last night. After my makeup, I changed out my jewelry - aiming for just simple pearl earrings, an anklet, and my apple watch. 

I slipped on my tennis shoes and grabbed my black puffer jacket, phone, and purse; not forgetting to put on some light chapstick and lipstick before I walked downstairs.

I walked out of my room and down the stairs at 6:50, having ten minutes before dad and I needed to leave.

I walked into the kitchen to see mom and dad having their morning coffee. I said my good-mornings and headed to one of the cabinets to grab a glass for some water. 

“Excuse me Y/n, What are you wearing?” My dad looked at me, waiting for my response.

I looked at him, then down at my outfit - not really seeing anything wrong with it.

“I’m wearing clothes?” I responded, sounding more like a question than an answer.

“Honey, you can’t wear an LSU shirt today! We may love LSU in this household - but you need a bengals shirt for today!” My dad protested, dead set on getting me out of purple and yellow to orange and black.

“I don’t have a bengals shirt da-“ My sentence was cut off by my dads fake gasp.

Next thing I knew, dad was running back into the master bedroom. He came out holding a shirt and throwing it to me. It was one of his Bengals shirts. He urged me to go put it on, so I ran back upstairs.

I changed from my purple shirt to the black one and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t look too bad in orange and black, if I do say so myself. I slipped my puffer jacket back on and bopped my way downstairs.

“Much better” My dad said as I walked back into the kitchen.

I simply smiled and put the glass I had taken out earlier back up, going to get a water bottle from the fridge instead.

Dad finally indicated that it was time for us to leave the house, so I gave my mom a hug and told her my good-byes. I grabbed a granola bar on my way out of the kitchen, following behind my dad closely.

“You two be safe!” My mom yelled from the kitchen, to which both dad and I yelled “We will!”. Hmph, I was a little mini him sometimes. Mom always told me it’s like she birthed her own husband every time she talks to me, to which I always responded with ‘Mom, that’s gross!’

Dad and I walked to our sides of the truck and hopped in. I turned to look in the backseat and dad had already loaded up his bags for the practice, he must’ve done that earlier. Him and mom were always early birds, I unfortunately did not inherit that trait.

As dad pulled out of the driveway and got on the road he asked me a question to break the silence.

“Are you excited about coming with me today?” He turned to smile at me, I returned it.

“Yeah, I am. Just a little nervous though, I mean I’ve never met these guys before so it’s a little nerve wracking to be the coaches daughter.” I responded honestly looking out the window at the scenery passing by.

“I know it’s a little unsettling lil bit, but you’ll love the guys. I talk to them about you all the time and they just can’t wait to meet you. It’s like having a bunch of big brothers!” Dad giddily said. ‘Gross’ was the only word I could think of. I was nineteen for gods-sake, I didn’t need for dads whole NFL football team to be referred to as my ‘older brothers’.

I put another smile on my face and mustered up a nice response.

“I guess you’re right. Do they even know what I look like?” I asked, concerned that the guys didn’t know if they were getting to see a nineteen year old or a nine year old.

Dad shook his head to indicate a ‘No’ answer. Great, all the guys probably think I still play with Barbies and play dress-up. 

“But-“ Oh lord, here we go. “I did tell them you were one of the LSU Tiger Girls, so I mean if they wanted to see what you looked like - then they could just look up your team photo” 

Okay, that made it a bit better. At least they know I’m probably not a child; nine year olds don’t necessarily dance on professional college level teams. I nodded my head back at dad and continued to look out the window at Cincinnati.

Within a few minutes we reached the one and only: Paycor Stadium. Dad used his I.D badge to get into the staff only parking lot, pulling into an empty parking space and putting the truck in park.

“Well, this is it lil bit!” Dad said as we hopped out of the truck. I reached into the backset to grab one of dads practice book-bags, just to help lighten his load.

Dad grabbed the rest of his bags and I started follow him. 

Then it hit me… again - just like it did last night in bed.

Oh my god, I get to meet Joe Burrow.

I had almost forgotten about the quarterback, but now that I was within the same place as him - my heart rate picked up. Hoy shit, there is no way I’m about to meet him - and the thing is, I’m only going to be known as the coaches daughter to him. My heart rate was only getting faster the more I thought about it. It felt like a school girl crush, If I’m being honest - and I hadn’t even talked to the guy yet!

“Okay, we’re going to go to the locker room first - all the guys should be here by now, so I’ll make sure to give you a formal introduction” Dad turned to me and said.

We walked down the long hallways of the stadium. These halls never seemed to end, with rooms on both the left and right side, every few feet. 

After what felt like a mile of walking, I started to hear faint music coming from the end of one of the halls. As we got closer, the music grew louder and louder. The sound of Lil Baby music filled my ears. Then, finally we reached the room we were going to: the Bengals Locker Room. 

Dad stopped me before I could walk any further.

“I’m going to go in there and make sure they’re decent okay? I want you to be listening for my cue for you to come in there. I’ll just say something along the lines of ‘here’s my daughter’. Kind of like a big surprise y’know?” Dad said to me. I nodded in response and stepped to the side of the door as dad walked in - leaving it cracked so I could listen for my ‘cue’. I honestly felt like I was a show and tell puppet for my dad at that moment.

When dad walked in, I heard the locker room grow silent as he yelled for the guys to turn off the music, put some shirts on - at least, and gather in front of him.

After a minute or two, dad began to speak in his football coach mode voice.

“Listen guys, I had a very special visitor come in this week. You guys have heard a lot about her from me. She’s come to watch our practice today and see if I can do my job well enough. Before I ask for her to come in here, I know I shouldn’t have to ask this but, please be respectful of her and nice to her - she means a lot to me; and if I hear any of you be slightly disrespectful - I will end your careers with broken limbs” Dad ended in a stern voice, it took everything in me not to laugh at his ridiculous speech.

“Now guys, I’d like to introduce to you, my daughter - Y/n Taylor” I took that as my cue, so I rounded the door to walk in. 

When I turned into the doorway there were immediately at least more than 60+ eyes on me. I threw on a quick smile as I walked towards my dad, trying to not show my nervousness. 

Once I reached my dad, I looked out at the guys and mustered up all the courage I had.

“Hi guys!” I said as cheery as I could be, I honestly kind of sounded stupid.

The reaction was more than heartwarming. All the guys smiled back at me and said their hello’s, starting to mingle around again and come up to talk to me. The first person to come greet me was a guy by the name of, Sam Hubbard. Pretty tall, big dude and he was pretty cute. He talked to me for a little bit before other players jumped in on the conversation.

“Guys! Meet me out on the field at 8:15! That gives you at least twenty more minutes to mingle and meet my daughter, but after that it’s straight to business!” Dad yelled out over the locker room followed by a string of ‘yes sir’s’.

Dad walked out of the room and I’ve never felt more out of place - even though the football players were talking to me like I was an old friend of theirs. I can’t believe he would just leave me in here - but I guess it was just how he was.

I continued talking with a few players including Tee, Sam, Trey, and Samaje. Then, a tall frame came and stood right beside Sam. 

I looked over and my breathing hitched. Joe Burrow. It was actually the quarterback I had obsessed over for the past 24 hours, and he was standing right in front of me.

Joe looked me in the eyes and smiled.

“Hi Y/n, it’s nice to finally meet you - I’m Joe Burrow” Joe said as he outstretched his hand for me to shake. Trust me, I know who you are Burrow. My eyes widened as I took his hand to shake it. I muttered a hello and ‘nice to meet you too!’ back.

The other guys had done peeled off to go get ready back at their ‘lockers’, leaving me alone with THE Joe Burrow.

“So, you go to LSU huh?” Joe asked me, still smiling at me. God, I could lick those teeth.

I nodded back quickly, definitely looking like an insane person.

I decided maybe I should actually pick a better response to that question.

“Uhm, yes I do! I actually dance for the Tiger Girls” I smiled at him trying to not make a fool of myself already.

“Oh, I know” He smirked at me. I could drop dead. “I’ve heard about you before, Y/n - way before your dad started coaching us.”

What. Did. He. Just. Say. He knows about me - even before my dad was in the picture?

I quirked my head at him. “Is that so Mr. Burrow?”

Joe licked his lips. “I guess so. I still keep up with LSU, so when I heard about this new Tiger Girl rookie, who got a full ride just because of her talent - I had to look further into it. Which is where I found out it was you, Miss. Taylor” I widened my eyes even further, why was this guy so interested in finding out who I was? I mean, I didn’t mind but geez.

“What’s so interesting about me being a Tiger Girl with a full ride?” I asked laughing.

“You’re one of the first people in LSU history to get full ride just for getting scouted snd recruited by the Tiger Girls, it basically makes you LSU royalty” Joe responded back looking down at me.

“You’re one to talk, you’re basically a fucking legend at LSU” I chirped back, gesturing to the blonde in front of me.

Joe laughed, “I wouldn’t say that, Miss.Taylor” I could crumble at the nickname.

I just laughed as a response, checking my apple watch and seeing that the time was 8-o-clock. It was about time to head to the field, so I decided to give Joe some time to finish getting ready for practice. I just figured I would find the field on my own, using the signs around the large inside buildings of the stadium.

“Well Burrow, I let you finish getting ready for practice. I’m going to go ahead and head out to the field” I told Joe, turning to head for the door. 

“Hey, don’t get lost gorgeous - if you do, I might have to come save you” I whipped my head over my shoulder to look at Joe. My legs almost stopped working. He stared at me with a crinkly smile on his face.

“Mhm right” I said and smiled back at him. Once I reached the door and closed it. My legs nearly buckled underneath me and I let go of the breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I steadied myself on the wall of the hallway. As soon as I got my balance back, I started to head in  some direction to hopefully find the field.

Gorgeous. I thought. Joe Burrow called me gorgeous. I could faint.

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Joes POV:

She was innocence. A perfectly painted picture created by only the greatest higher-ups. She was the sheer image of flawless and excellence all wrapped up in a human body, and she had been standing right in front of my own two eyes. 

Y/n Taylor - our Coach, Zac Taylor’s daughter was nothing short of gorgeous. Every-time she smiled or talked to me within the short period of time in the locker room had me wanting more and more. I couldn’t get enough of her already. I knew she was destined to be mine. She was heaven on earth, and I couldn’t wait to see her out on that field.

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heaven - joe burrow x reader (pt.2)

I had managed to fall asleep for almost the whole flight to Ohio. It was about 12-o-clock-ish at night when we touched down in Cincinnati. After we landed safely and the plane got checked off, we could be able to get out of the plane and head into the actual airport. Once they gave us the thumbs up that we could go, I immediately grabbed my carry on bag and headed for the tunnel to the airport. I texted my parents to tell them I had landed, to which I got a quick response that they would be over there in a little bit to pick me up. I was so excited to see them, it had been over a month or two since I last saw them.

When I got back into the airport, I made my way to the baggage claim and waited on my bags to make their way around the belt. As I watched other peoples bags go around and around, I couldn’t help but think about how long the baggage claim goes. It travels in that same pattern with almost no stops. It does the same thing every day and doesn’t get tired. Does it ever get tired? Yes, I know the baggage claim isn’t a human but when humans do the same thing over and over again - they get tired of it, so why can’t intimate objects get tired? As a college freshman, I get burnout from classes sometimes, even though I have only been at LSU for about 4 months. 

The more I think about it, I do almost the same thing everyday to. I get up, get ready for the day, go to my classes, eat, go to dance practice, then come back to my dorm to study and go to sleep - so why wasn’t I tired of it yet? Maybe, it’s because college is a new experience and that’s the reason I don’t get tired of doing it over and over again. Yet, it made me wonder about if other people get tired of the things they do over and over again. Does my dad ever get tired from coaching? Does he ever wake up and think, ‘I’m so exhausted from this job, maybe I should call it quits’? Does Joe Burrow ever get tired of playing football? Does he ever want to call it quits? Does everybody that lives in this world get tired of everyday life at least once in their lifetime?

While I had all of these thoughts racing through my mind, one really stood out - Will I ever get tired of what I’m doing every single day?

My thought clustered brain was distracted by my luggage coming into my eyesight. I quickly ran to get the bags before the conveyer belt went any further. After assisting them to the ground, it was time to wait on my parents to get here. I texted mom to tell her I got my luggage and that I was waiting on them. To which I got the response:

Momma

Okay pumpkin, we are a few minutes out! Can’t wait to see you!

I hearted her message and then found some odd corner to stand in until they arrived. To pass time, I checked my text messages and social medias… maybe occasionally looking at a specific quarterbacks instagram.

‘Y/n, you need to stop’ My inner conscious voices were telling me, but I just couldn’t. The way his dirty blonde hair fell against his forehead, the way his eyes were stern yet soft at the same time, and that smile - don’t even get me started. I was completely mesmerized by this boy, and I didn’t even know anything about him besides his name, stats, and jersey number.

After a few more minutes of mindlessly looking at my phone, my mom texted that they had parked and were starting to walk into the airport. My heart started to race, I was actually getting to see them. I started to walk with my bags through the airport, checking each entrance to make sure I hadn’t missed my parents. I texted back to ask which entrance they were coming through, to which mom replied with a simple ‘C’. I was currently at entrance ‘E’ so I continued to make my way through the airport. I left E then continued to D, then I finally reached the C entrance. I looked around to see if I could find my parents when I heard my name being yelled.

“Y/n! Y/n!” I heard my dads loud northern voice boom my name. I turned in the direction of the voice and there they were, my parents in all their glory. Once I laid my eyes on them, I dropped my bags and ran to give them one big bear hug. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t almost welled to tears.

“Dang lil bit, I could use you on my defensive line if you tackle like that” my dad said grunting after I had attacked them with my hug. I laughed at his nonsense and gave them both individual, calmer hugs.

“Oh honey, it’s so great to see you again!” My mom said still hugging me.

“It’s great to see you guys too! I’m glad to be back in cincy” I confessed, truly happy to have some change of scenery.

While I was talking to mom, dad went and grabbed my bags for me.

“Well, I’ve been in the airport long enough, let’s go home” I said excitedly, eager to be in the comfort of our home.

My parents agreed and we made our way out of the airport to dads truck - with my mom and I holding hands the entire time. Dad loaded up my stuff as mom and I hopped into the vehicle. I buckled up and dad got in to start up the truck. It was a bit chilly in Cincinnati, so dad cranked up the heat to warm us up.

When we pulled out of the parking spot and started our way home, conversation overflowed the truck. Questions that pertained to school, dance, and how the flight was. 

“Yeah, Kandace said that she hopes that once I’m finished with college that I try out for an NFL dance team. Something about ‘I have way too much talent to not use it past the tiger girls’” I said answering a question my dad had asked about dance.

“You know honey, after college and if your dad is still coaching - you can always come home and try out for the ben-gals!” My mom turned to look at me from the passenger seat.

I quirked my head. “Like the Bengals dance team?” I asked. Mom shook her head to indicate a ‘yes’ and I pondered on the thought for a second.

“I’ll keep it in consideration. I still have three more years left of the tiger girls so I’ll cross the NFL dance team bridge when it comes. Plus, I feel like people would say stuff, like ‘Oh it’s the football coach’s daughter, they’re automatically going to let her on blah blah blah’” I told mom, being honest as I could because I mean… it is true people do say things like that.

“People are going to talk all your life Y/n, all you can do is let em’. You’ve got a god given talent lil bit - don’t let peoples words stop you from using it.” My dad chimed into our conversation, making sure his point stood out. 

“Also, I’ll be dammed if anybody says anything about you lil bit. Especially the coaches daughter act.” Dad cut back in, I stifle a laugh.

We continued to drive home as my tiredness started to set in. I couldn’t wait to be in my nice, soft bed at home - I know it was calling my name.

Next thing I know, we’re pulling up into our houses driveway. Before the truck was even in park, I quickly undo my seatbelt and get out of the truck. I rush to the other side of the vehicle to grab my bags, to which my parents laughed at my eagerness to get into the house and in the bed.

We walked up to the front of the house and as my parents unlocked the door, I stepped in and just breathed in the nice, home-y air. It felt so good to be back in Cincinnati for the week. I ran up to my room to put my stuff down and start getting ready for bed.

I sat my bags down and grabbed a makeup wipe out of my toiletries bag to take off my makeup. I decided that would be good enough skin care for tonight, since I was dog-tired.

“Y/n, come down here real quick!” My dad yelled. I made my way downstairs to the living room where my parents were standing. I responded with a quick ‘what’s up?’.

“Listen lil bit, I have football practice all week and I was wondering if you’d maybe want to come some of the days? Get to meet the guys maybe? I talk about you a lot and they seem to really want to meet you” My dad says, almost pleading for me to go with him.

I think about it for a minute. Many things could lead out of this. One, I could get to spend more time with my dad AND get to see him do his job. Two, new football guy friends. Finally, three; meeting Joe Burrow. I know, it’s an awful time to be thinking about him - but getting to see and meet him would be a win in my book. Also, dad talks about me a lot? Why would he talk to the guys about me? That means Joe probably already knows everything about me. I’m just praying he didn’t tell any embarrassing stories, like how my first prom went… that would be a disaster.

I looked at my dad and mustered up my answer.

“Yeah, totally! I’ll go!” I said actually kind of excited to go stand on a professional football field other than LSU’s.

Dad starts cheering like the Bengals have won the Super Bowl. 

“Yes! I was hoping you would agree” Dad comes over to hug me. “It’ll be fun lil bit, be ready by seven okay? Now go get some sleep, early wake up call” Dad squeezes me one last time and kisses my cheek before we say our goodnights.

As dad heads to him and moms bedroom, mom grabs my arm.

“Now, I know you’re going to hopefully have a ton of fun tomorrow but honey, please don’t get caught up in any of those football boys. Some of them are bad news” Mom says looking me dead in my eye sympathetically.

“Momma, I am not going to get all caught up in one of them. I have too much to focus on in life right now and a boy would just mess it up.”

“That’s my girl! I just don’t want you to see you get hurt. You know what happened last ti-“ I grimace before mom can even finish her sentence. I didn’t need to think about him, he was the least of my concerns and had been for quite awhile now. 

“Momma, just don’t worry - I won’t get caught up in the boys. I’m just going with dad to have a fun day at their football practice, nothing more” I tried to smile at her, it wasn’t really working.

“Okay honey, I trust you. Let me know if you need anything. Go get some sleep. Goodnight, I love you Y/n” Mom hugs me and I tell her goodnight. When mom walks to the bedroom, I just stared at the ground till I had the will to go back upstairs.

Why did mom always have to bring him up? Every-time I went around any-one of the opposite sex, she always made sure the ‘be careful, don’t get involved in somebody like your ex-boyfriend’ talk happened. Hell, when I moved to LSU she was in shambles about it; thinking I would be dumb enough to be with somebody like him again.

I finally shook myself out of my thoughts and headed upstairs to my room. I finished taking off my makeup, went and brushed my teeth, and finally changed into some comfortable pajamas - which mostly consisted of loose shorts and a too big t-shirt. I plugged in my charger and connected it to my phone, then grabbed anything else I needed for my night stand. I set an alarm for six in the morning, I was only going to be running on about four to five hours of sleep in the morning - but it’s whatever. As I turned onto my side and started to drift to sleep, something caught my mind.

Oh my god, I get to meet Joe Burrow in the morning.

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heaven - joe burrow x reader (pt. 1)

INSPO:

She was innocence. A perfectly painted picture created by only the greatest higher-ups. She was the sheer image of flawless and excellence all wrapped up in a human body, and she was standing right in front of my own two eyes. Y/n Taylor - our Coach, Zac Taylor’s daughter was nothing short of gorgeous. Every-time she smiled or talked had me wanting more, and more. I couldn’t get enough of her. I knew she was destined to be mine. She was heaven on earth.

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I woke up in my dorm still sore from the football game last night. As much as I love being an LSU Tiger Girl, my body still disagreed with all the intricate dance routines we do for game-days. Just something I’ll never get used to in all my years of dancing, I suppose. Yet, the pain was worth the screams of the crowd when we hit our final 8-counts and all the recognition we are able to get from the way our bodies move - in a good way. LSU and dance were traits I don’t think I could ever get rid of. Baton Rouge was my home now, and a damn good one if I do say so myself. 

I decided to clamber my way out of the lifted twin bed and get a start with my day. I opened the blackout curtains to the bright Louisiana sun, shinning its way into the small room. My roommate, Kelsey, had already left early in the morning to go see family for the day. Yes, Baton Rouge is a good home - but it would still be just as amazing if I had some family that lived here. I wish I could go see family like Kelsey did, but the fact that my family lived about 4 states over; prevented me from seeing them as often as I would like. It also prevented them from being in the stands on LSU game-days. Which meant they weren’t able to see what I worked so hard to become, why I chose dance as a sport. It made me upset, with it being my rookie year and no family to come watch every Saturday, but I have amazing teammates and friends who make up for it. 

Now, I don’t blame my parents harshly for missing game days. My dad stays busier than a squirrel in a nut factory, but both him and mom try to be here whenever they can. My dad, the one and only Zac Taylor, is the new head coach of the Cincinnati Bengals. So yeah, I really can’t blame him for not being here on game days. After making my way to the rooms private bathroom; I decided to take a nice long shower to wash away the hairspray, dried sweat, and body glitter that had invaded every bit of my skin. Turning off the water, I grabbed my towel and dried off. After doing necessary hygiene and hair styling, I put on an LSU shirt, black shorts and my white tennis shoes. The weather was about as hot as hell in Louisiana and the dorms can get pretty stuffy at times, so I always try to stay as cool as possible. I was finishing up putting my jewelry on when my phone started to ring.

“Hello?” I picked up not even bothering to look at the contact name. 

“Honey! It’s so good to hear your voice again!” A joyful voice spread from the phone to my ears and my mouth grew into a huge smile.

“Mom! It’s great to hear your voice again to. What’s going on?” I responded back, starting to miss my mom a little more than I already had been.

“Oh nothing really hun, I should be asking you what’s going on after that huge win last night! Your dad and I got to watch some it and even got to see you dance some - well from what the cameras would show”  My heart swelled, mom and dad were actually watching for me last night.

“I’m glad y’all could see me dance some, I wish you guys could be here. I miss y’all” I said, wishing I could be with my mom and dad right now.

“We miss you so much Y/n, I’m honestly still not use to seeing your bedroom empty” I heard my moms tone change. I hated hearing and seeing my mom get upset, but I know me living so far away took a toll on her.

I opened my mouth to respond, but then my mom started talking again. “Wait, how many classes do you have this week? And do you have practice any?” She questioned.

I looked over at my desk calendar checking to see if this upcoming week was busy. “Uhm, I actually only have one in person class this week on Thursday and no practice this week because it’s an off week, Why?” I questioned back.

“Why don’t your dad and I buy you a plane ticket and you come up and spend the week at home!” My eyes lit up in excitement, going to Cincinnati sounded great right now.

“Really? You guys would do that for me?” I said, surprising myself that I was able to form that sentence without screaming in happiness.

“Of course hun, I’m going to go tell your dad and get that ticket! Would you be good with leaving tonight?” 

“Yes, that sounds great! Whatever gets me to y’all the fastest!” I don’t even think happy is the word to describe my mood right now.

“Yay! I’ll text you the ticket and everything else as soon as I get it Y/n. I love you sweetheart, I can’t wait to see you!” My mom squealed into my ear. 

“Okay mom, I love you and can’t wait to see you too!” After that we said our goodbyes and I had some bags to pack.

I shoot Kelsey a text saying I had a last minute trip to Cincinnati and probably wouldn’t be here when she got back. I let her know when I’d be back and that if she needed anything - to call. I grabbed some duffel bags and started packing up whatever I had, still in shock that I was going to be able to see my parents. Even though it had only been a few months since I last saw them, being separated from them made it feel like years. 

Mom ended up sending my plane ticket about thirty minutes after our call had ended. I was departing at 7 tonight, and with it only being 11 in the morning - I had some time to kill till I needed to leave for the airport. I continued packing when my phone buzzed.

Coach Dad

Miss you lil bit ❤️ so glad you’re coming home. Let me know when you get to the airport.

Love, Dad.

I smiled at his text. He still felt the need to sign off his texts like a letter, even after the countess times of me telling him ‘people don’t do that’. Ever since my dad took the head coach position of the Bengals, I don’t have much time to see or talk to him. So, I cherish any moment I am able to get with him. Hopefully this trip would allow me to get even closer to my parents - especially my dad.

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I threw all my bags in the back of my car and hopped into the drivers seat. I cranked up the car, pulled out of my dorm buildings parking lot and made the quick 20 minute drive to the airport. 

Upon arriving to the airport, it was only 4:45 p.m. - so I had time to get checked in, go through TSA and chill before my flight. Dad always said to ‘get to the airport extremely early, just incase’ although it was annoying when we flew when I was younger. I was never known to be an early bird, so leaving at 4 a.m. for 10 a.m. flights when I was a kid was dreadful. I still remember when we moved to Cincinnati, I was a bit younger when we moved but the flight over was one of those 4 a.m. deals. I texted dad and mom that I arrived at the airport and got out of the car to grab my bags. I checked in at the first desk I saw and then walked down the incredibly long terminal. ‘Why did airports have to be so big?’ I thought as my feet started to drag. I reached my boarding area and went through TSA - thankfully not having to be stopped to be patted down. After TSA, I was free to roam till the flight boarded. I wasn’t really hungry and airport food is expensive, so I don’t think I’ll get food - plus it was only a 3 hour flight, so I would just eat whatever they provide on the plane. I decided to sit down and scroll on my phone, trying to waste time. I looked at the texts my parents had sent back about my flight and to text them when I took off and landed, so I responded back to those first.

I then opened my Instagram and started to scroll through and like what was on my feed. Photos ranged from LSU posts to something my friends had posted the day before. After scrolling for a minute, a Cincinnati Bengals post popped up on my feed. Yes, I did follow the Bengals account but I never really kept up with them - I was always too invested in LSU to even think twice about the team dad coached. Plus since dad had only started coaching them this year, I really didn’t keep up with them - I hadn’t even gone to a game yet. The post consisted of introducing their rookies and their stats after the first few games. First slide: Tee Higgins - Wide Receiver, Second slide: Logan Wilson - Linebacker, Slide three: Akeem Brian- Davis - Linebacker, Fourth and final slide: Joe Burrow - Quarterback.

Joe Burrow. Joe Burrow. Joe Burrow. I repeated his name in my head over and over, but where had I heard it from? I decided to look this Burrow kid up and to say I was shocked was underplaying it.

Joe Burrow - Heisman Trophy Winner 2019!

Joe Burrow Drafted First Pick for Cincinnati Bengals!

Joe Burrow and LSU win 2019 National Championship!

Joe Burrow. The name made sense now. Joe Burrow. The dude was a fucking legend at LSU… and he just so happened to be playing for my dads team. I remember hearing people talk about him when I first arrived at LSU, especially the girls. I guess I’ve never put two and two together till now. I looked at pictures of him. I’ll give it to him - he was pretty cute, but from what I’ve heard he had a reputation at LSU; specifically a fuck-boy one. 

I looked up more about Burrow. Something about him was so interesting to me, I couldn’t figure out what it was though. I’m honestly surprised no one had asked me about him yet because of my dad - but I guess since dad was new, nobody really knew I was his daughter. 

Looking at his pictures more made notice how Joe looked absolutely angelic… like something from heaven. I shouldn’t get caught up in obsessing over him though. He had a bad reputation at LSU and most likely now, and I needed to keep mine a clean slate. I was attending school on a full ride athletic scholarship because of dance - being that the LSU Tiger Girls recruited me for their squad without even having to tryout.

If I ever got into an entanglement with a guy like Joe Burrow then there’s no telling what it would do to my character. There’s no way a guy that looks like Joe would step foot in my direction though. I’m the coaches daughter, so if he ever did figure out about me then I’d probably be way off limits…and he’d be totally out of my league.

After all my research and pondering, the airport intercom called over to say my flight was boarding. I grabbed my carry on bag from beside my chair and made my way to the tunnel outside of the plane, making sure to text my parents that we were boarding and going to leave soon. Once the other passengers and I were boarded and sat in our seats, the pilot went over the basic rules of plane, what to do in an emergency, and all the extra details. Once he finished and the plane was ready, we were good for take-off. As I relaxed in my seat and looked out my window at the runway lights, I couldn’t help but think about three things: Cincinnati, my parents, and Joe Burrow.

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first part ever! ah so excited - i hope this turns out to be all i wanted in a fanfic, and i hope you guys enjoy it! <3