Just some imagines of the hottest Quarterback in the nfl
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Summary: After going 0-2 on the season, Joe doesn't take it very well and starts to push you away. So many doubts are running through his head and it's up to you to make him feel better and make him stop doubting himself. (This fic really just covers weeks 1 and 2 and the aftermath of them)
Warnings: this fic contains some angst in it as well as someone going through a panic attack, so only read if you're comfortable with those things <3
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"Joey I'm just nervous, that's all. It's your first real game back after your injury." I said to Joe who was on the other end of the phone. We always FaceTime on Saturday's when Joes at a hotel for away games, but this time it was Joe FaceTiming me from our home and me in a hotel since I was in a completely different state and was flying into Cincinnati for tomorrows first game of the season. "I promise you, everything's going to be fine. My wrist is fine." Joe said and held it up to the camera to show me it while moving it around. 'Fine.' I hated that word. I wanted to hear that his wrist is amazing. Fine didn't mean good or bad. It was just...fine. "Fine." I mocked him while glaring at him.
With a small chuckle, Joe put his arm behind his head while laying down on our bed at home, giving me a clear view of his huge bicep and the veins that decorated it. "You're upset because I said fine?" He asked and raised an eyebrow at me. I flipped over on the hotel bed so I was laying on my stomach and rested my head on my propped up hand. "I'm not upset, Joseph. I'm scared. There's a difference." I said and then added in, "I hate this sport. Can't you just sit out a little more?" I loved that Joe was living out his dream and doing what he loved, but it was honestly terrifying. Watching Joe Get sacked by 300 pound men was absolutely terrifying.
"I get it, baby. I do. But injuries happen all the time. I could go on that field tomorrow and fuck up my wrist again, get a concussion, blow out my knee," Joe said but I cut him off, "that's not helping." I said, scrunching my face up slightly out of disgust, hating even thinking about Joe suffering more injuries. "Or... I can go on that field and show everyone that I am back and better than ever. Either way, I won't know until I go on that field, and there's no way I'm not going out there. I have to, and I can't play scared." Joe said.
With a small sigh, I nodded my head and bit down on my bottom lip slightly before saying, "I know, I know. I get it. I just hate how easy it is to get hurt. I don't want to see you go down on that field and have to go through that shit again." I said, remembering all of the times Joe's been injured in his entire football career and how much of a toll it takes on him mentally for the first few months before he accepts it and pushes forwards.
"You have been with me for almost every single injury I've gone through. If, knock on wood, something ever happens again, I know we'll get through it. Just like we did with my knee and just like we did with my wrist. Try not to worry about it." He said. I nodded and then looked at the time. It was still kind of early but Joe never stays up late, especially before games. But I had a 7am flight in the morning so I would probably end up going to bed at the same time as Joe which was pretty rare.
