Joe Burrow imagines

Best birthday ever*

Summary: When you accidentally end up getting high for the first time and start to freak out while Joe's coming home from Dallas on his birthday, there's only thing that Joe can think of to make the day even better while helping you relax, and that's getting high with you.

Warnings: edibles, accidentally getting high, smoking a joint, smut

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After finishing up with wrapping Joe's last birthday gift which was yet again another Lego set since he absolutely loves to build legos in his free time, I got a call from Joe. I knew that he was done with his presser so he was probably about to get on the plane and come home. Usually I dread these calls after games. For most of the season, the bengals have lost. Time and time again joe does everything he possibly can in order to put the team in a good position and time and time again the defense fails him. But, today was different. While watching the game from home and getting to see not only Joe's hard work actually pay off for once, but to see him smiling and having fun on that field made me so incredibly happy. So, for the first time in what feels like forever, when I answer the phone to talk to Joe after an away game, he won't be in a bad mood and I wont have to worry about walking on egg shells around him.

After putting the presents under the Christmas tree like I do every year, I grabbed my phone and held it up to my ear quickly. "Hey birthday boy." I giggled while plopping myself down on the couch and staring up at the ceiling above me. I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear when I heard Joe chuckle on the other end of the phone. Even hearing him laugh was like a breath of fresh air. "Hey mommas, how are you?" He asked me. Even the tone in his voice was different. It was a chipper and enthusiastic. But, I knew him. He would let himself be happy for a few minutes and soak up this win, but then he would put the game behind him and go back into game mode where he wouldn't even think about this game today. That's just who he was. I knew that and everyone around him knew that. All I knew was that I needed to soak this up.

"How am I? How are you? It's not every day a guy get's a prime time win on his birthday and then gets a donut smashed into his face." I laughed. "Ay, technically I won on the 9th, not the 10th," Joe joked with me, using his serious voice for a few seconds, "plus, I better not get a fucking zit from all that frosting or I'm going to run Ja'marr over with my Batmobile." I slapped a hand over my face with a long and exaggerated sigh and then pinched the bridge of my nose. "Joseph Lee burrow you are not getting a Batmobile." I said. I could practically see Joe right now as he stuck out his pouty lip and used those puppy dog eyes that always had me caving and giving in to whatever he wanted.

"I already bought it. No refunds. Sorry. And by the way it's my birthday so you can't say no to anything or disagree with me for the whole day. Remember our deal?" He asked me all matter of factly with a small 'hmph,' at the end. I rolled my eyes with a small laugh, remembering back to our small pact we made. When we first got together, we made a deal that whenever it was one of our birthdays, the other person couldn't say no to any request the birthday person had, or argue or disagree with them. "Fine, you got me there. The cars going to look great with your collection." I said with a fake happy tone in my voice, although Joe knew that I was joking since he knew I was almost as excited as him to see what it would look like in person. "Batmobile, not car. Bat. Mobile. Say it with me." Joe said. "The Batmobile's going to look great with your collection." I repeated but this time said Batmobile instead of car to make him happy.