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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

this took an embarrassing amount of time— hope you enjoy this chapter,,, oh and as a gift I will be posting a blurb about this specific chapter, so look out for that <3

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Welcome to Wonderland! It’s finally the day of your opening concert in Cincinnati— marking the beginning of your American tour. As you take the stage for the first time in a few months after the breakup, fans notice a certain someone in the crowds causing quite a stir on top of that you drop your new album the second the concert ends.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, mentions of past relationship, mentions of cheating, light angst, crowds, media, haters, paparazzi, fluff, cute moments, concert setting, fanboy!Joe, Joe being a lowkey simp?

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was a hectic day— you loved every second of it.

Your day started after being dragged by Y/BF/N out of bed at 5 in the morning. It is safe to say that being hungover from the Bengals’ after party the night before didn’t help Y/BF/N case— she was pissy the entire morning, threatening you to get out of bed.

You being her bestest friend in the entire world giggled every time she turned her back at you. You remember telling her over and over again last night to pace herself on the drinking but knowing her and her stubbornness— she never listens, hence, the migraine she was sporting along with her bed head and scowl that look like it would be permanently etched on her face.

It was a great day.

You ended your night last night after sending your new found friend Joe his ticket through text which ended with you two getting to know more of each other— he was a cool guy.

Y/BF/N was convinced you would end up together but you had to constantly remind her that you weren’t ready for another relationship— let along with another star athlete that had the potential to steal your heart and stomp on it .

You were happy with your progress, you found yourself thinking less and less of Jack even though he tried to reach out to you through your DM’s which you ignored— you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, you didn’t want to hear his excuses. It was clear, he cheated on you with another woman, pictures and videos surfaced throughout the internet, you block him and refused to talk to him after six months, and he tries to talk to you— to what? To explain? What is there to explain? He clearly knew what he was doing— heck, he’s dating the bitch now, what is there to explain?

Nothing.

You’re making progress and that’s all that matters, you’re not crying or thinking about your cheating ex anymore, you finished your album, you’re performing again, you went partying last night after not leaving the house for almost two months, and now you have made a new friend who you didn’t even know if you could talk to last night but here you are now— progress.

“Stop smiling about Joe and get in the shower. You’re gonna be late for your rehearsal.” Y/BF/N deadpanned as she looked at you with a scowl, her headache increasing from talking.

“Did you take medicine. You look so miserable.” you continued to taunt her as you gathered your stuff before heading straight to the bathroom door your best friend was holding open for you.

Y/BF/N glares at you and lightly shoved you in the bathroom, “I did— now get in and get ready, we leave in an hour.”

“I told you so!” You yelled reminding her that you indeed told her to stop drinking last night, you stuck you’re tongue out at her before closing the door in the speed of light, giggling to yourself as you started the shower.

Today was a great day.

Rehearsals was exhausting as ever but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You loved your job with ever ounce of your being and all the late nights, the lack of sleep, the sweat, and tears were all worth it.

The PayCor Stadium look completely different than it did yesterday— instead of the green of football field, it was your stage that had included a long thrust stage headed to the middle of the stadium. You continued rehearsing and checking the necessary technicalities that needed fixing and that included you mic, your ear-piece, the speakers all over the stadium— and once you were finally satisfied with everything, you headed back to the backstage to start getting ready for the night.

You were seated on the makeup chair with your robe on as you were getting your hair and makeup done— you were too focused on watching a movie on your phone that you failed to notice one of your bodyguards placing something in front of you making a loud thump in the process.

Pausing your movie and looking up from your phone, you noticed the huge flower arrangement of orange roses right in front of you.

“This was sent for you, Ms. Y/N” your bodyguard stated before walking away back to his post.

“Ooh la la, those are pretty, Y/N— There is a note! Look!” Y/BF/N practically yelled as she jumped out off of her seat, eyeing the folded note tucked in the roses.

Picking the note up, you read the contents written on the paper— it was short;

Congratulations on your opening concert. A little something to thank you for giving me free tickets– consider us even. Go kill it tonight :)

- 9 -

Looking up from the card, you were met with Y/BF/N looking at you with a knowing smile on her face. She gave the flowers another glance before looking back at you and winking, “How sweet of him.” She teases you without even asking who’s it’s from.

“Y/BF/N don’t start.” You warned your best friend before sitting back down on the makeup chair— opening your phone back up to thank Joe for the flowers.

“I know, I know. You’re just friends, you’re not ready for another relationship— I know. I was just teasing, Y/N.” she gives you a soft smile understanding the emotional trauma you experience not long ago.

“Anyway, enough about boys. Wear your outfit! I wanna see it on with the hair and makeup!” she squeals handing you first outfit you’ll be wearing for your first batch of songs.

Safe to say the squealing ceased to end as you finally made your way to the underground lift that would lead you straight to the middle of the stage— Y/BF/N’s hands worked busily as she smooth out the skirt you were wearing as the countdown began playing in your in-ear, signaling the final seconds before showtime.

You took a deep breath once you heard the roaring screams of your fans in the stadium— quietly waiting for the lift to move, Y/BF/N gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before comfortingly squeezing your shoulders.

“You’re gonna kill it as always— love you lots, girly!” she cheers you on before leaving your side to go back to the quick change station where she will be assisting you with your outfit changes.

“Final 10 seconds, Y/N” you hear in your in-ear.

Taking another deep breath— you placed your hands on your hip, your mic placed near your mouth.

“3

1— and play music, go!”

As the music blasted throughout the stadium so did the deafening screams of the audience— the lift shook under your feet as it took you higher up from under the stage, the bright lights meeting your gaze as you began singing. The first sound of your voice shaking the fans’ to their core.

You missed this.

The adrenaline that filled your veins as you continued singing and dancing to your opening song got your heart filling with love— the last few months has been difficult but now you were doing what you loved the most which got you forgetting all your problems and pains.

Once you’ve finished the first couple of songs for the opening you remain standing in the middle of the stage, the spotlight hitting your form as the cheers continued, your fans watched you catch your breath before smiling to the main camera, “Cincy, welcome to Wonderland.” your voice coming out a little deeper and raspier than usual from all the singing you just had done.

This however, caused a lot of positive and passionate reaction from the crowd, eliciting a laugh from you. This dynamic continued throughout the entire show— from singing your most upbeat songs to your most heartfelt slow songs. Every song, every dance, every quick change, and quick conversations were responded which so much love from Cincinnati and you found yourself getting teary at some points of the concert.

You knew that this crowd deserved the surprise they were getting— they all do. So as you were saying goodbye after your last song, waving to every person you could wave at, you spotted a certain quarterback watching you with an amused look on his face— Joe was standing at the VIP tent, a drink in his hand.

You gave your new friend a quick wave— earning you one back before moving to your final mark back at the very center of the stage, “Thank you for tonight, Cincy— I love you all!” the platform beneath you descents down, leading you back under the stage.

And on cue, the screaming tripled causing you to laugh out loud— right this very moment, the big screen in the stadium lit up showcasing the cover art of your new album, the name in big bold font forming underneath it— TEARDROPS with today’s date written just below it, signifying your album officially dropping this very second.

You knew that you were gonna release the album by this month but decided to drop it at the end of the concert as a gift to your fans.

It was a great day.

You were now back in your dressing room— changing to more comfortable clothes, getting ready to head back to the hotel. This was your last day at Cincinnati as you were now headed to New Jersey for your next concert— you loved touring but you were already aware of how exhausting it is, which is exactly what you need— distraction, especially in New Jersey of all places.

Y/BF/N was quietly helping you remove the pins in your hair, letting it down to breathe when your comfortable silence was interrupted by a knock.

“Ms. Y/N, you have a visitor, he has the All-Access tickets, ma’am.” the head of your security team announces before opening the door.

“Do you think it’s daddy Jo–” you nudged Y/BF/N so hard that all Joe saw when he walked in the door was your best friend flying against the wall.

“Hi” you smiled ignoring Joe’s confused look and your best friend’s stifled laughter behind you— you were gonna kill her.

“Hey, just wanted to come by and congratulate you. You were amazing out there.” Joe nodded at you in acknowledgement. You simply thanked him before giving him a teasing look, your eyes darting from him to the arrangement of orange roses he sent that was placed on top of your table.

“I think you have congratulated me enough, sir” you raised your eyebrows teasingly earning a hearty laugh from Joe. “I’m kidding, they’re beautiful. Thank you again.”

“I’m glad you liked them— so your leaving tomorrow, where you headed?” Joe asked as he watches you twiddle with the discarded ribbon in your hands that was previously tied up on your head.

“Headed to New Jersey for two days.” you said in a sort of almost fake enthusiasm which Joe surprisingly caught but decided not to pry and ask.

You love your fans, you were excited to meet and perform for them again. You love New Jersey, you love the different sights, the landmarks, the people— maybe you loved the people in New Jersey too much which is why going back after so long was bittersweet, it was the memories you made there and the person you made those memories with— he was in New Jersey.

“So two shows in New Jersey, that seems unfair— we only had you for a day.” Joe teases after sensing your mood slightly drop after mentioning New Jersey.

“First of all, I was here for two days as well— sang at your game and all and second, I only have one show there—my first day will be the concert while the second day will be more of a free day for everyone to rest and get recharged before continuing with my show in New York.” you crossed your arms looking at him with an equal amount of sass and tease which made Y/BF/N smile as she continued to tidy up your things as she eavesdropped.

Joe chuckled before furrowing his eyebrows, “Wait– you’re free your last day in New Jersey, right?” He asked which you replied with a silent nod confused as to where he his question was headed. “And your headed to New York after for another show. We have a game against the Jets before your show in New York .” Joe deduced giving you an accomplished look.

You eyed him, your arms still crossed against your chest, “and that would mean?” You giggled.

“That would mean that I would be seeing you again soon.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Oh yeah? And what makes you think that?” You raised an eyebrow at the quarterback.

“Because I’m asking you to come to my game.” Joe said with so much confidence that you could practically hear Y/BF/N stifle a squeal.

You disliked how confident he was. You disliked how it seem to have an effect on you and you didn’t like it— you can’t. You won’t. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. He is a friend who was being nice— probably guilty you had to give him free VIP tickets so he wants to repay you by doing the exact same— that’s all that it is, there was no need to overthink and panic.

“And what makes you think I’ll say yes?” You throw back at him earning you a smile— even his teeth was perfect.

“You won’t?”

Before you could reply, you two were interrupted by the most exaggerated cough you ever heard in your entire life— Y/BF/N was acting like she had tuberculosis. You and Joe turned towards her, your glare hitting the side of her face as you watched her glare right back at you as if she was telling you to say yes.

“Sorry, allergies.” she said.

Turning back to Joe you sighed and gave him a smile, “I’m only teasing. I’d love to watch your game, Joe.” you gave in. You knew Y/BF/N wanted you to go not only cause it’s Joe and she has been shipping you two together but also because she knew how depressed you were about to be in New Jersey which as much as you hated to admit, you knew that the second your plane lands you might start crying— so a football game with be a great distraction.

“Yeah? That’s great— I’ll send you both tickets, if you want to come, Y/BF/N, right?” Joe politely asked your best friend who turned and gave him a curt nod before turning to you for approval.

“That would be great, thank you.” She says.

“I know you need to head out and so do I— I’ll see you in a few days.” you told the blonde before reaching up to give him a friendly hug which he gladly reciprocated.

“I can’t wait— I’ll text you.” Joe waves one last time before swaggering out of your dressing room.

“He’s a keeper.” Y/BF/N mutters under her breath earning a glare from you.

“Y/BF/N! I told yo–”

“What? As a friend! What the hell were you thinking?” She retorted a smirk threatening to from on her face.

“N-nothing! Bitch let’s just go, I need sleep.” You huffed before storming out of your dressing room with your best friend in tow who was quietly teasing you from behind.

“Nothing, yeah right.” She giggled which you ignored.

It was nothing. Nothing at all.

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