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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader long fic where reader is Joe's girlfriend and reader is acting in a play in and when the play is over, reader is outside talking to a friend and when reader’s friend leaves, reader hears someone say behind her, “Can I have your autograph miss?”, and when reader turns around it’s Joe with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and she lights up at the sight of him and greets him with a kiss and he wraps his arm around her shoulder and they walk together on the streets of New York for a little bit and then eventually go back to his house and have a romantic and cute night with each other?

Your Biggest Fan

Fandom: Actor, American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, You

Word Count: 1305 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: Joe makes up for missing Reader's play.

Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, Reader is and Actress, Theatres, Kissing, Implied Sexual Content, Established Relationship, Requested Fic, Requests, Tooth Rotting Fic, Forehead Kisses, Giving Flowers, Love, New York City,

Notes: here ya go lovely @borhapgirlforlife19

Y/N sighed and threw the cotton pad down on the vanity. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Without the thick makeup, she wore for the stage on she looked tired and washed out. That only added to her glum mood. She wasn’t in the mood for much today. It was her last show of the week and one that her boyfriend Joe had planned to attend but he had texted her just as she was about to go on stage telling her there was no way he was going to make it due to something coming up. She had been a little letdown. Due to his work schedule, he had yet to see her in her new role and besides that, they had barely seen each other anyway. The plan had been for him to watch the show and then they were going to let their hair down. Go for something to eat, maybe even a few drinks. But now she faced going home alone.

As she tidied up her dressing table, so it would be ready for the upcoming week, there was a knock at the door. She turned and found her friend Becca sticking her head around the door.

‘Hey,’ she said as she came into the room properly. ‘Hey,’ Y/N saId. ‘Feel like going for a drink?’ she said throwing herself into the armchair in the corner of the room, ‘I need one after this week.’ ‘I don’t know,’ Y/N said. ‘Oh come on,’ she said, ‘another successful week we should let our hair down.’ ‘I was meant to be,’ she grumbled, sighing as Becca’s brow furrowed, causing her to explain, ‘Joe and I were supposed to be going out tonight but he’s had to cancel.’ ‘Well some of the girls are going to Rudy’s,’ Becca said, ‘I said I was gonna see what you were up to and then join ‘em later.’ ‘Well I was just gonna go home but what the hell. I might as well enjoy myself,’ Y/N said. ‘Atta girl,’ Becca smiled.

They chatted whilst Y/N got changed into her own clothes and then they headed outside. They left through the stage door which brought them out onto a dimly lit alley that though it wasn’t the most pleasant could’ve been a whole lot worse. It was dark now, the majority of light coming from the street ahead of them. Y/N shrunk into her coat, feeling the bitter wind of a New York winter blowing through the alley like it was being funnelled directly into it.

‘Geez it’s cold,’ she said as they walked towards the street. ‘I know,’ Becca said, ‘I’m gonna need a drink just to warm me up.’ ‘Well first rounds on me,’ Y/N started though she stopped as Becca slowed down, pulled out her phone, and frowned, ‘what is it?’ ‘My sister,’ she said, ‘she’s in the hospital.’ ‘Is she okay?’ Y/N asked. ‘It’s not her,’ she said, scrolling through the message, ‘it's her husband. She needs me to go watch my niece and nephew.’ ‘Oh,’ Y/N said, feeling disappointed that her plans had been dashed again. Though she rationalised her night could be worse, ‘well you gotta do what you gotta do. Is he gonna be okay?’ ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘looks like he was showing my nephew how to skateboard and well he doesn't know how to skateboard it seems.’ ‘Well I hope he's okay soon,’ Y/N said. Becca nodded and leaned in to hug her before she said, ‘see ya next week.’ ‘See ya,’ Y/N replied watching as she headed to the street quickly and disappeared around the corner. Y/N sighed and continued to stroll up the alley. Well, she did until she heard a voice behind her.

‘Excuse me miss,’ the voice said. Y/N turned around to find Joe standing behind her several paces beaming a smile at her before he said, ‘can I have your autograph?’

Y/N broke into a wide smile as he walked towards her, noticing the bunch of flowers in his hand. He came towards her, handing her the flowers as her his arms went around her waist, pulling her to him.

‘You came!’ she said, happiness lacing her voice as all her frustrations and sadness evaporated. ‘Well I am your number one fan,’ Joe said. ‘My number one fan who’s never seen my play,’ she giggled. Joe acted shocked, ‘excuse me I was in the audience tonight!’ ‘I thought you were busy,’ she raised an eyebrow. ‘I was,’ he said, ‘but as soon as I was done I raced here. I managed to catch the last twenty minutes. You were phenomenal.’ ‘Oh I wish you’d managed to see it all,’ she said, ‘I bet you didn’t have a clue what was going on.’ ‘I was a little lost. I won't lie,’ he smirked, ‘but that meant I got to stare at you instead so I was good.’ ‘Well maybe next time you can see the whole thing,’ she said. ‘Can I still stare at you the whole time?’ he smiled. ‘My number one fan can do as he pleases,’ she giggled, pulling out of his grasp and looping her arm in his, ‘you know what?’ ‘What?’ he said. They were on the street now, ambling down it slowly, arm in arm. ‘Since you’re my number one fan I’ll even treat ya to dinner,’ she smiled. ‘Sounds good to me.’

Y/N and Joe walked a few blocks before they found somewhere to eat. They tucked themselves away in the back, somewhere they could be alone, and able to talk about their days. Joe told her about the scheduling drama they’d had at work which meant all his scenes had gotten rejigged leaving him working well into the evening. She’d told him about her show and how she’d missed him when he’d told her he had to miss it. Their food came and went and though they enjoyed it they didn’t notice it much as they were too enraptured in one another. Pretty soon they decided to call it a night and headed back to Joe’s apartment rather than go for drinks as planned.

Y/N was sitting on the couch, a blanket over her, watching Joe. He was in the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of wine. His hips were swaying to the song in his head he was humming to. Y/N giggled as he turned around and caught her watching him.

‘What?’ he said coming in from the kitchen and sitting down on the couch beside her as he handed her her drink. He clicked the film they had loaded on the TV. ‘Nothing,’ she said with a smile, ‘you’re just cute.’ ‘Is that right?’ he said as he threw an arm around her. ‘Yeah it is,’ she said, taking a sip of wine and then placing it on the coffee table. ‘Well I think you’re pretty cute too,’ he said leaning in so he could place a kiss on her temple, ‘and I’m glad we got to have tonight together.’ ‘Me too,’ she said. Their eyes locked again and Y/N could feel a flutter in her stomach pulling her in. She leaned in and kissed him gently. She felt as he placed his glass down and pulled her into him, deepening the kiss. Then he was moving, pushing her backwards until she lay flat against the couch with him hovering over the top of her. ‘We’re not gonna watch this movie are we?’ she said with a giggle. Joe moved a hair off of her face and smirked, ‘ah I’ve seen it before.’ ‘Well then,’ she said, giving him a quick kiss, ‘you better put on a good show instead.’ ‘I always do.’

#my writing #joe mazello #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello fic #requests #requested fic

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nu-metal-e-clown · 3 months

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i have so many followers from my escapades in the bohemian rhapsody/ queen fandom and then some from the dirt/motley crue fandom, and then some from the beatles fandom.

so if any of yall are reading this, how yall doin? you still in the any of those fandoms are did you shift your blog to something else?

tbh ive changed my blog so many times that i dont remember any of my user names but to sum what what my blog looked like before:

queen/bohemian rhapsody= i changed my blog a lot during this time, i think i started out being a Rodger bias and then shifted to joe mazello. i wrote a couple fanfics and be became obessed with astronomy because of brian may

the dirt/motley crue= tommy lee/ MGK blog, think i even had a time when i was all mgk

the bealtes: dont remember this one too much, i wrote some fan fics but mostly did art, i think i was mainly ringo themed, but not sure

honestly if you think you remember me from something, than search my blog for it because i havent deleted anyting from those phases, i just want to know how yall are doin

#the beatles #the dirt #motley crue #queen #bohemian rhapsody

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doing-all-write · 4 years

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flustered

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Joe are getting ready to go to the store when he decides now is a good time to re-enact his casting video for BoRhap.

Word Count: 1K (she’s bby)

Warnings: This thing may be the most fluffy, self-indulgent piece of romance I’ve ever written. So, be prepared for lots of fluff, soft Joe and saying I love you for the first time

A/N: Hello! I’m working on part 3 of don’t be a baby (i haven’t forgotten, don’t worry!) BUT that video of Joe’s audition tape was too soft and adorable for me NOT to write this little blurb with the help of @mrhoemazzello who is the greatest muse known to human kind 💖💖💖

💖💖As always likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💖💖

"BABE"

"You don't need to yell, I'm literally right next to you." she turned with a squeak as the tips of her braids hit Joe, causing him to clutch his face in faux agony.

"SHE'S BLINDED ME!" He screamed at the same time that she cried, "I'm sorry!"

"(Y/N)? Is that you?" She scrunched her nose as Joe smashed his palms against her face, "I can only tell who's who anymore by touch alone." She giggled as she gently pushed her palms against his chest, feeling the softness of his well-worn sweatshirt pushing back.

"Wow, you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, are we really dating?"

"Yes," she laughed, "Much to my dismay."

"The woman WOUNDS me with her hair then with her words?" Joe flung his hand against his forehead, slumping against the wall as (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

"This is what I get for dating an actor."

Peeking at her through his eye, Joe grinned, "And you wouldn't change it for anything, would you?"

"Not for anything in the world." She smiled as she got on tip-toe to plant a kiss on his lips. Pulling away, Joe placed a hand on her hip, bringing her closer so he could kiss her again. Feeling her smile against his lips was his favorite thing in the world.

"You know, we said we were going to the store twenty minutes ago..."

"You're really ruining a romantic moment here." Joe sighed against her lips.

"Will you ever forgive me?" She mumbled as she gave Joe a long, lingering kiss.

Pulling away, she giggled at the stunned look on Joe's face. "If you keep kissing me like that, I'll forgive you for everything forever."

Laughing she grabbed his keys from the side table, "Are we going our what? We have exactly zero food in the house."

Shaking himself from his stupor Joe snatched the keys from her hands, brushing past her to the front door where he stepped into his shoes, "And who's fault is that?"

"It was a stressful week! You know I bake a lot when I'm stressed!"

"Don't forget the eating aspect."

"That's the most important part!" She flung her arms out wide to illustrate her point.

Laughing, he tugged on the end of her braid, "You ready to go, darling?"

"Yeah," her eyes widened, "SHOT GUN!" she screamed as she bolted for the car.

Caaaaaan?

"ANYYYBODYYY! FIND ME! SOMEBODY TOOOOO!" She shoved a fake microphone into Joe's face, "Looooooove." Joe sang passionately into the mic in his best baritone voice. Flinging her head back, she let loose a loud laugh.

Glancing over at her, Joe's heart expanded. The sun was streaming through the windows, bits of hair falling out of her braids, blowing all over. Her smile was wide and he was sure he had never seen someone so beautiful in his entire life.

Reaching forward, he turned down the song, "Did I ever show you my audition tape I sent in for Bohemian Rhapsody?" She quirked an eyebrow at him, he had shown it to her on one of their first dates and she had watched it every day since.

Joe knew that and (Y/N) knew that, but quirking an eyebrow, she decided to play dumb, "You know, I don't think you ever have Mazzello."

Nodding sagely, Joe gripped the wheel, "Well, luckily, we're in the same car that I happened to film it in and I think I can remember the accent.."

"Babe, you literally did the accent last night when we were making out."

"Yeah and it turned you on." Smacking his arm, Joe laughed, "Alright, alright. You ready?"

Straightening up in her seat, she smacked her hands on her thighs, "Okay, Mazzello. Annnnnd...ACTION."

Launching into his monologue he gave during his audition tape she felt her heart straining in her chest. The love she felt for Joe in this moment stole her breath away. Turning her head, she let her gaze drink in Joe, at the sun streaming in, highlighting his profile. Being with him felt like holding a birthday candle close to her chest, it was a fire but it was full of promises, of wishes, of good things to come and years and years to look forward to together.

Taking his eyes off the road to meet her (Y/E/C) ones, he smiled. "Are you even listening to me?"

Nodding, she laughed as Joe's hand came to rest on her thigh, "Because it seems like you're not even paying attention to anything I'm saying to." He continued in John's accent.

"I am! I am, I swear." She patted his hand as Joe nodded, mollified, "Okay, because it would be a shame if you weren't listening as I told you about the time that I went to set super hungover and Ben and Gwil tricked me into eating mayonnaise..." hearing her laugh fill the car was better than any song that could be play over the stereo.

"Babe! That's not true! I was there on set that day with you just as hungover, I was the one who MADE you take that fourth shot!"

"Yes, and we both paid for it dearly." He said with a straight face as she fell into giggles again. Glancing over at her, another smile lit up his face. "Babe, oh my god, stop, my sides hurt." She whined as she swept a finger at the moisture that had collected in her eyes.

"Would you like to hear me rate my favorite kind of cheeses in this accent as well?" He bit back his own smile as her laughter shook her frame. Leaning over the console she buried her face into Joe's shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne, the laundry detergent they used and sunshine.

Feeling her shake against him, Joe leaned over to plant a kiss on her head. Lifting his head up, he continued his monologue on cheeses, completely oblivious to her pleas, begging him to stop.

"So that's why Gouda is probably my favorite cheese but Pepperjack is a close second." He shrugged as (Y/N) collapsed back into her own seat, clutching her stomach.

"Oh my god, Joey, I'm dying, please. Holy shit..." she trailed off as she caught her breath. Joe laughed, keeping one hand firmly planted on her thigh, the other one deftly steering the car into the parking lot of the grocery store.

As her laughter died down, Joe parked the car and twisted in his seat to face her fully. Wearing one of his sweatshirts, no makeup, eyes crinkly as she recovered from her laughing fit. Her smile, wide and unguarded. The Queen playlist she had made him playing softly in the background. The sun lighting her form up, making her look angelic. All of a sudden he couldn't fight the words that were leaping from his throat.

"I love you."

Her laughter died as she stared back at Joe, eyes wide.

"Wh-what did you just say?"

Taking a deep breath in, Joe figured it wouldn't make much sense to deny what he'd just confessed.

"I said, I love you, (Y/N)." He lifted his eyes from his hands to meet hers and her breath hitched. She wanted to spend forever drowning in them. The next words left her body in a sigh.

"I love you too, Joey."

Realizing what they had just admitted to each other, the smiles they were beaming at each other were huge.

"We probably look like idiots. Just sitting here. Staring at each other." (Y/N) mumbled.

"Smiling like two fucking weirdos." Joe added as she nodded then lunged across the car's console, planting a kiss on Joe like she had right before they'd left for the store.

Pulling back, they each had equally dazed looks on their faces.

"Should we, um, even try to go grocery shopping? Or-"

"Can we please go home and have sex?" she asked as she kissed Joe's bicep, buckling her seatbelt back into place.

It took Joe three tries to get the car started. When he finally did, (Y/N) was laughing just as hard, if not harder than she had before.

"I'm sorry but the woman who I love just said she would have sex with me! Excuse me for getting a little flustered." Joe huffed.

"It's adorable, how do you think I feel knowing the man I'm in love with is that excited to have sex with me?" she mumbled as she scrolled through Joe's phone, trying to find the next song.

Joe glanced over at her, "What are you so focused on over there, (Y/L/N)? You've got your tongue sticking out when you're concentrating super hard."

Quickly pulling the tip of her tongue back in to her mouth, she chuckled as she hit play on the next song. "I was trying to find our new 'I love you' song."

Joe's eyes grew soft as he reached over to take her hand in his own, "Yeah? And what song would that be?"

The machine of a dream!

The look on Joe's face was better than she thought it would be.

As the song's final notes played, Joe parked the car next to their building and reached over to take both of her hands in his, "(Y/N), I need to tell you something important."

"Yes, Joey?" She said as she batted her eyelashes at him.

"I'm in love with my car...and also you." She gasped as she swooned into her seat.

"Babe, you know just want to say to make a girl weak in the knees."

"I also know what to do to make her weak in the knees." he whispered in her ear as he nipped at her earlobe. Squeaking, she frantically pulled at the handle of the car door, "Well then what are we doing just sitting here? We gotta get inside!"

Chuckling Joe unfolded himself from the car, "Who's the flustered one now?"

#joe mazzello #joe mazzelo x reader #joe mazello fic #joe mazzello one shot #joe mazzello fluff #joe mazzello fanfic #bohrap cast #bohemian rhapsody #john deacon

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ineloqueent · 4 years

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talk to me

Joe Mazzello x Reader

hi regan your gifs are amazing okay

synopsis: Joe’s been quiet for a while. you think it’s your fault, but it isn’t. if only you could talk to him.

warnings: feelings of worthlessness, drowning allusion, straight angst (but it’s a nice ending, so don’t worry :))

word count: 1.5k

a/n: as usual, i have no self control. inspired by the fucking stupid state of the world, and this song.

⭒

2020

Nighttime. It seemed like it was always nighttime.

You got up before the sun, you only came home once it had set, once the world had been swathed in darkness once more, and the hopelessness sank more heavily without light to keep it at bay.

The world around you was in pieces. Aflame. Gone to madness. Possibly ending.

At least, that was how it seemed.

Dying, that’s what people were, and if they weren’t dying, they were sick, or vulnerable to an extraordinary degree. And if it wasn’t sickness, then they were dying as victims of violence, of hatred, and there was so much of it that you wondered if anything would ever change.

And there was nothing you could do about any of it.

Sure, you could wear a mask and stay six feet from people, and sign petitions and donate money, but you couldn’t stay home from work, and your increasingly sparse budget meant that you couldn’t keep donating forever. The one thing that helped the most, and you couldn’t fucking keep it up. You felt so useless.

You felt so stupidly selfish, so ridiculously privileged, when you sat down in the evenings, at the wooden dining table you were lucky enough to call your own, because you’d held onto your job with nothing but chance; you had a place to come home to. Some people didn’t even have that.

And you had Joe.

For all the despair and the grief, you had Joe.

He was at home— home, home, it belonged to you both— and could be found around the apartment at any given hour. He was curled up on the bed with a mound of books he intended to read, typing away at the new screenplay he swore you’d inspired him to write, or humming as he cooked up a storm in the kitchen using a recipe borrowed from one of his relatives in Italy, not often with the best results, but always with the best intentions.

Always.

He was always there when you came home, ready to slip your jacket from your shoulders and ease you into his arms, after he’d ensured you’d washed your hands at least twice. He was there as you sank into the sofa, cooing to you softly as he kissed away the lines the mask had left on your face, brushed the hair back from your eyes so that he could “see that beautiful smile of yours.”

But, you knew that these ‘unprecedented times’, to quote every email you’d received since March, were just as hard on Joe as they were on you.

Sometimes you would find him hunched over your shared desk, his head in his hands and his fingers in his hair, slumped in an utterly dejected manner. You would wander over to him and begin rubbing his shoulders until he lifted his head and you could press a kiss to his crown. Sometimes, you would find him sprawled on the floor, in front of the television, multi-tasking an existential crisis with an episode of Queer Eye. Wordlessly, you would make your way over and fall down beside him, and after a few moments of silence, he’d pull you to him and cuddle into your side, and the two of you would simply lie there, holding one another until the wave of darkness swelled and slowed, and a smattering of light shone through the water to reach your hearts, your minds.

But he was never quiet.

Not like this.

And he’d been like this for a week.

You’d been giving him some space to breathe, but perhaps that was not what he needed at all. Perhaps he needed you.

You resolved to find out.

It was already nighttime when you came on Friday, running through your usual routine of handwashing, mask removal, clothing-changing, a pitiful glance in the mirror.

You hadn’t yet seen Joe, which was odd, because he must have been home. You supposed he was in the living room, in his favourite corner of the sofa where the walls were close and hid a cosy nook from the view of the rest of the open-plan apartment.

Once you were dressed— in pyjama bottoms, a loose t-shirt, the knitted green cardigan Joe said made you look like a forest nymph— you armed yourself with a stack of take-away menus and shuffled toward the living room.

“So, what’s it to be?” you said, raising a couple of the menus. “Italian for my favourite Mazzello?” you smiled. “Or Indian, Thai, Greek?”

But then your smile faded, when you looked at Joe.

Normally, he had the opposite effect on you, but how could you smile when he lay curled up like that, his arms wrapped around a pillow, his face gaunt and his eyes watery?

The take-away menus fluttered to the floor.

You were next to him within seconds, pulling him up into a sitting position, prying the pillow from his arms to take his hands in yours.

“Joe?” you asked softly. “Talk to me.”

His eyes were on your hands. His own were shaking. You tightened your grip.

Then he looked up at you, and the air left your lungs, like being pushed under a wave without even a chance to inhale before the weight of the water set in.

Or maybe that was just how it felt to have your heart broken without losing someone first, because Joe’s expression broke your heart.

“Will it always be like this?” he murmured, and the tears spilled from his eyes to stain his cheeks.

You couldn’t stand to see him like this, so forlorn and lost.

Cupping Joe’s face in your hands, your eyes flickered between his, and you thought for a moment, about everything. About all the misery and the hatred and the stubborn stupidity, about the tiring precautions and the people putting their lives on the line even more than you did every day, about the ignorance and the passivity, about the lasting effects of everything that had happened and would still happen in 2020.

Hindsight is 20/20.

So look back.

This was not the first time humanity had faced horrors.

There would always be carelessness and obstinacy, apathy and greed, and there would always be the selfish bastards who could do more but preferred to live in their high castles, away from the troubles of the world.

But there would always be doctors and scientists too, activists and ordinary people alike who banded together to fight for good in the world, people who had so little but gave what they had because they thought to suspend their wants for the needs of others.

“No,” you answered firmly, and pulled Joe into your embrace. “It will not always be like this.”

He buried his face in your shoulder and you felt him sigh as he wound his arms around you, as you brought one hand to his hair, which had grown longer and even more unruly than usual, subject to his maintenance of isolation. Joe was always saying that he looked tired, spent, weary, worn, but you thought he looked as beautiful as ever, with his soft smiles and softer eyes, with the way he padded toward bed in the evenings before he crawled beneath the covers beside you and lavished you with kisses, ones that were happily returned.

Now, he pressed his lips to the little bit of skin exposed by your t-shirt and cardigan at your collarbone. And when he raised his head, you brushed your thumb over his tears until there were none left, until the whisper of a smile warmed his expression and you leaned forward to gently kiss his mouth.

“You’ll always have me,” you said. “Whether you like it or you don’t.”

He did smile at that.

“You and I, forever, huh?” His eyes crinkled at the corners as he sniffed back his remaining tears.

“Cry all you want, Joe. I’m not leaving you.”

He laughed, shook his head, tugged you into his arms again.

And so the evening was spent, in the corner of a sofa as the darkness outside grew thicker, one shaft of light in the gloom of the world, one little corner of solace, of happiness, as you laughed and talked, bellies full of the best pizza the city had to offer, hearts full of an ineffable warmth that eventually lulled you to sleep in each other’s arms.

And all around the world, these corners glowed in their solitude, until the glow spread and banished all bleakness, and the only darkness was night.

You would make it. You would all make it, because as terrible as everything was, people had a way of finding a little hope, even when there should have been none of it at all.

As terrible as it all was, it would always be you and Joe against the world.

⭒

a/n: i now recommend listening to ‘dear friends’ by queen, because it’s the lullaby we all need. love to you all x

#tina's writing #joe mazello x reader #fic

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memoirsofamessybitch · 4 years

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WOW so In My Mind is finally getting an update!

I promise!

so while you’re waiting for my slow ass to finish editing the next chapter please read and give some love to all the current parts!

thank you! much love darlings!

You’re all stunning and amazing <3

Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

#joe mazzello #joe mazello #joseph mazzello #joe mazzelo x reader #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello fan fiction #joe mazzello fan fic

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myficreccs · 4 years

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ooh ooh ooh the best joe writers right now are supersonicfreddie, deacyblues, and joemazzmatazz

@joemazzmatazz is lit! I love Regan’s writing!

I definitely have to look more into @supersonicfreddie and @deacyblues though

Thanks for the recs anon ❤️

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazello x reader #joe mazzello x y/n #joe mazzello x you #bo rhap boys #bohemian rhapsody movie #borhap fanfic #bo rhap #bo rhap cast #bohemian rhapsody cast #bohemian rhapsody #myficreccs #fic reccomendations #fic rec

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bennyboyjones · 4 years

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THE GETAWAY (Ben Hardy FanFic) Prologue

A/N: Hi! So, here is the prologue to my Ben Hardy AU Fanfic! There are currently several chapters written, which you can find on Wattpad if you click on the link below, but I’ve decided to also upload it here as well. It might be a bit behind, but you’ll still get all the chaps eventually.

What it is: basically, a girl from a small town who is bored of her life decides to take a trip to Nice where she runs into ben, who is also running away from some shit and some romance ensues.

Word count: 1.6k

In this chapter: just some background to get us started. You probably don’t have to read this to understand what comes after, but it will help you understand the main character better.

WATTPAD LINK IF YOU WANT TO READ AHEAD

Here we go:

prologue

I brushed my thumb over the twenty year old bonds clutched between my fingers. My eyes swept over the bank tellers, my weight switching back and forth from my right to my left foot. These people were taking forever; I figured it would be slow since it was a Monday morning, but apparently this was when all of the housewives did their banking. I had been next in line for the past fifteen minutes and as time went on, my nerve was steadily draining out of me.

Last night, after a bottle of wine, I sat on the floor of my bedroom and reached under my bed for the manilla folder that held the contents of what I would consider the best six months of my life. The folder was worn, soft, had both coffee and wine stains, and looked way too aged for something that had only come into existence a year ago. I placed my glass next to me, on the equally stained gray carpet, and pulled out endless postcards, bookmarks, pamphlets, plane tickets, museum and park and exhibit passes, and polaroids. I sifted through them, running fingers over my best friends’ smiling faces, rereading postcards to my family I had already memorized, focusing on guides to museums in Copenhagen, Paris, and London as if studying them could magically teleport me back. Instead, I was stuck here, in Rye, a small town that I was so, so bored of.

I had lived here my entire life, and so had my parents. We went to the same elementary school and high school, we lived a thirty-second drive and a five minute walk from where my dad grew up. Everyone I had gone to school with had parents who graduated with or around the same time as mine. I felt so suffocated by sameness, by the ordinariness, and was terrified of repeating the pattern of monotony.

When it was time to go to college, I was sure I would end up in New York City—somewhere not too far, but far enough, different enough from everything I wanted to get away from. When I was in high school, I decided that I was made to live there. For nine months out of the year, I’m a New Yorker—but during the summer I’m always back in Rye because apparently it’s financially irresponsible to take out loans to dorm over the summer and I can’t afford an apartment on a waitress’s salary, nor do I have the time to take up a second job and go to school full time, so Rye it is.

I only ever missed New York seasonally, but I missed London all the time.

I missed living in London. I missed walking the three blocks from Queen Mary to the Co-Op to grab mushrooms, flapjacks, and a bottle of wine. I missed sitting on the Central Line at 11:30pm drunk, with Sarah and Annie on our way to our favorite club near Tottenham Court Road. I missed walking to Rinkoff’s hungover and grabbing a cronut. I missed Brick Lane on Sunday mornings. I missed a past life.

For the past year, I’ve been saving up to get it back. When I came home last June, I worked a waitressing job at a small restaurant on our main street, as many doubles as I could—six days a week—and I refused to spend a single dime of it. I worked part time the past two semesters and saved as much as I could, but metro cards were expensive and a girl needed to eat, and also have a social life, and instead of “throwing away” my left over aid money on spring break vacations like my friends did, I hoarded that $1,231 and pretended I wasn’t bothered by the Miami Beach pictures even though I knew I was missing out.

London was expensive, that much was clear; the only way I survived six months on $6,000 was because my financial aid paid for my housing and tuition, traveling around Europe while living in Europe is cheap, and my mom was sending me $100 a week for groceries because she was worried that all the jokes I made about not eating so I could afford to party (or financial drinking, as it’s been called) were serious (they were, and often the money that was supposed to be meant for groceries went to more fucking around—you only go abroad like that once in your entire life and I was so not going to waste it). And still, despite the weekly allowance from my mom, I still came home with $82 left in my bank account. Towards the end of the six months I was barely hanging on financially. Basically, what I’m saying is that I knew going back was going to cost me a lot of money, especially since I knew I wouldn’t have the same kind of help that I had the last time around.

So, I saved and refused to do the math to figure out how much I would need to go back to London for at least two weeks. Well, last night, I did the math—and, oh boy, I am not going back to London until I have at least a few thousand more dollars to my name. That crushing disappointment is what led me to that manilla folder.

The past few months, going back to Europe was all I could think about; I was graduating in December and this was my last summer to really do whatever I wanted before I had to be a real adult. Granted, I was planning on going straight into grad school, but the statement still stands.

I took another sip of the cheap-ass red I regretted buying before grabbing my photos from Nice. I slowly went through them, and my eyes misted at the landscapes, the crooked self portraits taken on both disposables and my barely functioning digital, the photos of food, and coffees perfectly placed next to pages of my open journal.

It was the one place that I had gone alone, in the middle of January, for only three days. It was a trip I took out of convenience (student visa issues) and I had only chosen Nice because it was both relatively cheap and small, but it ended up being my favorite place. The place I named first when people asked where I went, the place I talked about the most, and the place that meant the most to me.

I put the photos down and opened my laptop. I opened a tab for SkyScanner, one for AirBnb, and one for TripAdvisor and started doing the math.

Flight: $1,214 (round trip)

AirBnb: $2,056

Other Expenses: $3,000

Approx. Total: $6,270

I knew how much I had in my savings and knew I had bonds somewhere from my baptism or some other religious sacrament I was forced to endure that I could cash for some extra money. I had enough for three weeks, but didn’t have much of a financial cushion should I need it.

I downed what was left in my glass and booked my trip. I felt my hands shaking as I took them off my keyboard to rest them on my cheeks. My face was flush from both the wine and the excitement. I wiped my feet against the carpet, the nervous sweat on their bottoms making me uncomfortable. I was never one for impulsivity; I was a planner, a control freak, a perfectionist—a full blown virgo for fuck’s sake and the longer I sat there, staring at the confirmation page before me, the more nauseous I felt. I refused to let the regret set in, the doubt, and the fear. Instead, I stood up, hopped down the stairs with my empty glass in hand, and upon refilling, announced to my mom that in three weeks time, I would be on a plane to France.

Earlier this morning, she rifled through the safe in the back of her closet in search of the bonds. When I told her about what I had done, she didn’t have much of a reply—she simply raised her glass to me and muttered a soft, “Jesus Christ”. I knew she was slightly concerned, but also excited for me and I really couldn’t have asked for a better reaction. She was a supportive mom, always, no matter how questionable her children’s choices were (and mine and my brothers’ choices were always questionable).

Once she found them shoved into an envelope from the ‘90s, I got in the car with my younger brother and went to the bank.

“You need to chill out. You’re going to make everyone in there nervous if you go in there all shaky and sweaty. You’re making yourself look like a criminal,” Noah said as he put his crappy car in park.

“I’m just nervous. I know this is a stupid idea, isn’t it? I should just keep saving and go back in, like, another year when I really have the money, don’t you think?”

He rolled his eyes, “No. I think you need to do this now. It’s all you ever fucking talk about, and honestly, visiting you last year was the best thing I’ve ever done and it was the happiest I saw you. Just stop being a dumb bitch and go in there and get your money.”

Ignoring the “bitch” comment, I pushed the car door open with a loud creaking and clutched the bonds so tight they folded in my hands.

When it was finally (finally!) my turn to be helped, I stepped up and handed the bonds over, crumpled and slightly damp with sweat, “I’d like to cash these, please.”

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gayspamer · 5 years

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Joe at interviews (Part 1/?)

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader wedding oneshot and when reader is getting ready for their wedding she thinks about when Joe and her first met in college when he bumped into her on the way to class and helped picked up her books and it was love at first sight?

Cute Coffee Shop Guy

Fandom: RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader, Joe Mazzello x Female Reader,

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Original Female Character, Female Reader, Reader

Word Count: 1006 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Reader reminisces on her wedding day

Tags/ Warnings: Reader, Female Reader, Marriage, Wedding Day, Love, Mother/Daughter Relationship, Fluff, Requests, Request, My Writing, requested fic, RPF, Joe Mazello x Reader, OFC, Reader,

Notes: Hope you like it

‘You look lovely if I do say so myself,’ Courtney said as she dabbed the last bit of lipstick on the corner of Y/N’s lips. Y/N turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was curled and gathered in an elegant updo interlaced with beaded hair slides. Tendrils shaped her face which was now made up. She looked amazing but not too overdone thanks to Courtney’s handiwork.

‘It’s great I love it,’ she said turning around so she could inspect it from every angle.

‘As if you needed it in the first place,’ her mother said coming to stand behind her. Her arm draped over her shoulder as she watched Y/N in the mirror.

‘Mom,’ Y/N said self-consciously.

‘Oh if there’s a day I’m allowed to brag about my beautiful daughter it’ll be today! Not every day you get married is it?’ her mom said with tears in her crinkled eyes.

‘Here here,’ Courtney smiled offering Y/N a champagne flute. She took a tiny sip of it and looked at herself one more time as everyone started moving on to the next tasks. Courtney beckoned her maid of honour forward and sat her in a nearby chair so she could start her hair. Her mother started sorting buttonholes out for the groomsmen. But Y/N didn’t pay any attention. She was focused on herself.

She was getting married today. And she couldn’t wait. She had been lucky to find Joe. He was an amazing, sweet, thoughtful and funny guy and not to mention handsome to boot. And he was going to be her husband.

It had been pure chance the two of them had met. Sure, they had both been at the same college but he was a year older and they didn’t really run in the same circles. They took different subjects and she was more of a small-town girl whilst he was a city boy. The first time she had even been to California was on the open day for USC whilst he had spent the majority of his childhood in and out of Hollywood. A child star.

They had met by accident. She had been late for a test and had been racing out of the library on campus practically bowling him over as she collided with him. Her head had hit his chest and her books had jabbed right into his stomach.

‘Woah where’s the emergency?’ he said as she pulled back. Her books had clattered to the ground and she had bent down to start picking them up when he followed suit. He smiled at her as he handed her her psychology textbook. Their hands touched for a moment sending a shiver down her spine.

‘Sorry for bumping into you,’ she said meekly.

‘Bumping into me? For a moment I thought I was a ghost and you were going to go straight through,’ Joe chuckled as they stood up.

‘Again I’m sorry,’ she said.

‘Don’t be,’ he said, ‘so…I take it you have somewhere to be?’

‘What?’ she said.

‘Just you seemed in a rush? Sorry I shouldn’t pry-’

‘No, no, it’s not prying,’ she said, ‘I’ve got a psych test on the other side of campus.’

‘That’s a shame,’ Joe said. Y/N looked at him confused for a moment.

‘Why?’

‘Because I was gonna see if a pretty girl like you wanted to go for a coffee…but if you’ve got somewhere to be,’ he said.

Y/N thought for a moment. She did have a test but it wasnt a big one. And it wasn’t as if psych was her major. And he was really cute.

‘If I’ve overstepped the mark I’m sorry I just thought you might want to-’

‘I do,’ Y/N said almost shouting, ‘I mean I do.’

‘But you’re not free, raincheck?’ Joe said.

‘No,’ she smiled, ‘I was never gonna make it on time anyway. And my professor’s stance is ‘if you come late don’t bother coming’.’

‘Hence the running,’ Joe chuckled. He turned and started walking away from the library. Y/N followed him. Her books were now nestled back in her arms and her bag slung safely over her shoulder though she dreaded to think of what she looked like. Her hair was surely in disarray from the number of times she had run her hands through it trying to get anything to go into her head. She was wearing no makeup and a pair of yoga pants and a sweater.

‘So,’ Joe said, ‘Starbucks or campus coffee house?’

‘Coffee house,’ she said, ‘it’s further away from the psychology building.’

‘Oh so we’re hiding out now,’ Joe asked.

‘Definitely, it’s not going to look good if I get seen dodging a test and out for coffee with a cute boy,’ Y/N said.

‘So you think I’m cute?’ Joe chuckled.

‘Well I would,’ she said, ‘but I don’t even know your name. Or should I just call you the cute guy from the coffee shop?

‘Joe,’ Joe said, ‘it’s Joe.’

‘Well, Joe. Yeah, I’d say you’re pretty darn cute,’ she chuckled.

‘Huh Y/N?’ Courtney said pulling her from her thoughts.’

‘What?’ she replied.

‘I said do you mind if the girls vary on hairstyles? I mean most of them I could do I think but Claire’s hair is too short-’

‘However they want it is fine,’ Y/N said.

‘Lost in your thoughts hun?’ her mom said coming behind her and looking at her daughter in the mirror.

‘Yeah,’ Y/N sighed.

‘Not having second thoughts are you?’ her mom said her brow furrowed.

‘No,’ Y/N said, ‘no I’m not.’

‘Right, well let’s get you into your dress huh?’ her mom said with a smile. She would never regret it. She just thanked her lucky stars she missed that psych test.

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deaky-trash · 4 years

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The Rain Doesn’t Always Ruin Everything | Joe Mazzello x F!Reader

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x F!Reader

Warnings: Light swearing

Word Count: 650

This is for @sohoneyspreadyourwings‘ secret santa event, so I hope y’all enjoy

I was supposed to write for @mistymazzello, hope you like it, darling!!! <3 :)

Joe had been planning his proposal to his long-time girlfriend for nearly a year at this point, and he was both giddy with excitement and extremely nervous for today’s date. What if she said no? What would he do then? He was so hopelessly in love with her, he couldn’t imagine what he would do without her. It would break his poor heart.

He made sure to wake up extra early that morning, just to make Y/N breakfast. If he could, he would pamper and spoil her with everything she could ever ask for. That’s how much he loved her. He would go through anything for her, and she would do the same for him.

He had made all of her favorite breakfast foods, no matter how difficult or time-consuming it would have been. Y/N woke up that morning to the apartment filled with the warm, inviting smells of freshly-cooked pancakes and sausage. Though the two scents were dominant and stood tall over the others, she could smell the other foods her boyfriend had prepared for her.

She had walked into the kitchen to see a spread of dishes across the island. Y/N smiled and chuckled a bit, going up to Joe and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “What’s all this for?” she asked, looking up at him. “I just felt like making you breakfast this morning,” Joe replied, pulling Y/N into a tight hug. “Don’t lie to me, Joey, you never make breakfast. What did you forget this time?” She teased, crossing her arms. “I didn’t forget anything! I just wanted to take the burden of breakfast off your shoulders for once.” Y/N laughed in response and shrugged, deciding to, instead of arguing, enjoy the breakfast her boyfriend had made her.

Joe had already packed up a huge spread for their dinner in the park. Y/N refused the date, but Joe, being the stubborn one that he is, insisted she go on a picnic with him that night for dinner. “The weather is gonna be perfect, babe! There isn’t going to be any other opportunity to do this!” he explained, hoping and praying it wouldn’t rain like it was predicted to.

His prayers fell on deaf ears, however, and after only ten minutes into the date, the couple hid under a bus stop near the edge of the park, laughing and giggling at Joe’s inability to see the prominent rain clouds in the sky when they got in the car. “You’re such a dumbass!” Y/N giggled, shoving her boyfriend’s arm playfully. “Hey! I’m your dumbass! You chose me!” Joe smiled, his eyes twinkling softly as he looked at her.

“Hey, Y/N/N, I need to ask you something,” he said softly, his tone becoming a bit more serious. “What is it Joe? You know you can ask me anything,” Y/N replied, her smile fading softly.

Joe inhaled softly, grabbing Y/N’s hand and grabbing a small, navy blue velvet box from the picnic basket. The man got down on one knee in typical proposal fashion and opened the small box, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring. Y/N’s eyes were nearly the size of her head and she began tearing up, covering her mouth with her free hand as she smiled wide.

Y/N was silent as Joe asked that fateful question. Her vision was blurred with tears as she looked down at him, time seemingly slowing down. The words came out of his mouth and it felt like a dream come true. “Will you marry me?”

She nodded softly, speechlessly hugging Joe tightly as if she was going to squeeze the breath out of him. Joe teared up as he saw her nod, smiling wide. His heart swelled with joy as he wrapped his arms around her in return. He’d give anything to be in this moment forever.

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rogermeddowsx · 4 years

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office parties suck - part 4

word count : 4.4k (wow) (it’s not even that much but it’s the most i’ve done)

warnings : swearing, drinking, alludes to sexy times haha

author’s note : heyyyyyyyyyy. sorry it’s been a while. this part is the longest so far :) my respect for people who write like 17k fics has skyrocketed like fucking crazy!!! i think this fic will have 1 more proper part and then i’m planning on doing little parts about ben and readers relationship. then shit’s gonna hit the fan...but we’ll come back to that ;) i hope you like this part.

please don’t forget to like and reblog

It was hot. Very, very hot. Your body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Ben’s arms tightened around your waist as you tried to wiggle out of his grip. Your face was flush against his bare chest, and as he gripped onto you, you began to feel hotter and hotter. His name escaped your lips in a mumble.

He loosened his hold around you and you took the opportunity to move away slightly and shrug the covers off yourself, quickly realising it was Ben who was acting as a human radiator. You exhaled at the loss of contact and a shiver ran down your spine. You watched Ben

contently. Looking down at yourself, you noticed you were wearing Ben’s shirt from the night before and a pair of pants.

Ben let out a large sigh in his sleep, his blonde hair fluttering upwards as he did so. You reached out your hand, and brushed the hair out of his face. He flung out his arm, hitting the empty space between you, and felt around. Assuming he was reaching out for you, you scooched closer, letting his arm fall loosely around you. You fell asleep again, breathing in the feeling of being in Ben’s arms, and for the first time in months, feeling safe.

***

When you woke up again, you were cold. You subconsciously moved closer to Ben, only to find out he was no longer lying next to you. Your eyes opened groggily, squinting as they adjusted to the harsh December sun, streaming through the curtains.

From downstairs, you could hear the muffled sound of Miles’s voice. You dragged yourself out of bed, and downstairs. You shuffled your sock clad feet down your wooden stairs, to find Miles and Ben sitting up at the kitchen counter having breakfast. They didn’t even notice you enter the room. The light streamed through the window above the sink, warming up the room.

“Morning.”

Miles and Ben turned at the sound of your voice. Miles gestured towards a brown paper bag on the marble counter, you looked through the contents; small plastic boxes of salad, a container of granola with yoghurt and a loaf of freshly made bread. You almost dribbled as the smell hit you square in the face.

As you took out the bread, you looked up at Miles, “Only you would order salad for breakfast.”

He stared at you in mock shock, bringing his hands up to his chest,

“It’s avocado for your toast.”

You took a knife out of the drawer and began cutting off a slice. Beside you, Ben took a spoonful of the granola you’d taken out of the bag.

As you turned to look at him, he held his hands up in defense, “Hey, it was really good and I’ve already finished mine.” He said pouting.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you pushed the pot of granola closer to him before continuing to cut a slice of bread. He flashed you a pearly smile in gratitude.

“Oh, Miles offered me a spare toothbrush. I hope you don’t mind.” Ben said, squeezing some honey over his breakfast.

“A new one though right?”

“Yeah,” Miles took the slice from your hand and starting lathering it with butter, “It was in a packet.”

You told Ben it was fine and prised open the avocado container to spread on your toast. As you bit into it, you pulled out the stool next to Ben, and took a seat. He pulled the chair closer to him, making you laugh and as he put his arm around your waist, his fingers rubbing against the bare skin on your thigh where your shirt - which was actually Ben’s - had risen up. Your body electrified in response to his touch and you leant your head on his shoulder.

The three of you continued to have breakfast, chatting about everything and nothing. Since finishing your toast, your hand had found its way to Ben’s thigh, your fingers playing with the hem of the shorts he’d borrowed off Miles.

“It was a pretty cool experience-” The sound of a phone ringing cut Ben off. His phone started dancing around the counter as it vibrated. He picked it up and you missed the way his face drained of colour. His arm left your waist as he stood.

“Sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

After Ben had taken his phone call, he returned quiet and didn't contribute much to yours and Miles' silly conversations despite your countless efforts to try and include him.

Your head was pounding. How much did you drink last night? You remembered Ben taking you back inside the club for a drink and drinking… a lot. Then coming home and drinking some more. You don't, however, remember much about what happened next. But you're sure it wasn't PG.

"We should go watch a movie." Miles suggested, while scrolling through his phone. You nudged him under the table to get his attention subtly. He realised what you meant as you gestured to Ben, used to the score.

"Actually, I need to go to the gym." He said, taking all your plates and retreating back upstairs, not forgetting to leave a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Merci." You whispered to him as he hopped up the stairs. Once he was gone, you turned towards Ben, who was fiddling with the drawstrings of his shorts. He looked fixedly down at his hands.

“Ben..”

His gaze flickered up towards you.

“You ok, Hun?” The pet name ran effortlessly off your tongue.

His eyes bore into yours, and you found yourself getting lost in the forest green, with a golden hint, blues creeping in around the edges of his iris as if trying to take over. He blinked and the beauty was momentarily covered by hid eyelashes, naturally long and soft - feminine compared to the rest of his well structured features. By the time he had re-opened his eyes, you’d realised how lost you were in them and shook yourself free from the trance. Ben took your hands in his and started to play with the ring on your middle finger, given to you by Miles from your trip to Ireland together. It was a silver band, with two hands holding a heart with a crown. Each element represented something - the hands represent friendship, the heart love and the crown represents loyalty. Miles had bought you the Claddagh ring - it was traditional - to remind you that he was always there for you, as your best friend. You moved both your hands to the back of Ben’s neck, rolling the short blonde hair between your fingers. Ben tucked his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, his cold hands making you shiver as they touched the bare skin where your shirt had risen up. You sat there for a moment. It felt nice to be held by someone after so long of wanting someone you couldn’t have, someone who didn’t feel the same. You felt Ben’s warm breath on your neck, sending electric shocks down your spine. His lips met the skin underneath your ear, barely applying pressure. You exhaled, leaning away from him, keeping your hands grasped in his hair. Pulling him closer by the back of his head, you kissed him and -oh God- it felt better sober. His lips brushed yours, innocently. Your name escaped him in a whisper, and you swore you’d never thought it that wonderful but when he said it, you never wanted him to say anything else. As his lips pressed against yours, the world fell away. Unlike last night - the rushing and demand from the both of you - this was slow and soft. His hand, previously on your waist, now rested below your ear, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. You shrivelled back in your bar stool, giggling breathlessly.

“Sorry,” He laughed, removing his hand from your neck. “Should’ve remembered you didn’t like being touched there.”

You brushed it off, smiling as you pulled him back towards you until there was no space left between you, and you could feel his heart beating erratically against your chest. His hands returned to their spot on your waist, gathering the soft fabric of your t-shirt between his large fingers.

You almost forgot you were sitting at your breakfast bar, losing yourself completely in Ben, until Miles walked in, coughing exaggeratedly as he entered the room. Yourself and Ben separated as if you were teenagers caught in your parents house, doing something you shouldn’t.

But you weren’t. You were adults and in your own home, interrupted by your annoying roommate.

“Milllllesssssss..” You whinged.

He held his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, thought you’d gone out or something.” He muttered, grabbing an apple from the porcelain fruit bowl. He retreated back upstairs, leaving you and Ben alone again.

Ben’s cheeks were a bright red, embarrassed that you’d both been caught. You giggled, readjusting Ben’s shirt which was oversized on you. Ben rose from his chair and moved to stand between your legs. He took your face in his hands and kissed you again.

“Wanna take this elsewhere?” He mumbled against your lips. You pulled away slightly.

“It’s like you read my mind.”

***

"So Miles, huh, what's the deal there?"

You and Ben were tangled in your sheets, staring at the glow in the dark star stickers on your ceiling.

"You're really choosing to talk about him now? Good timing, Ben."

As your head lay on his chest, you felt it shake with laughter.

"I just want to know more about you." He teased, kissing the top of your head and although you couldn't see, you knew his nose was scrunched up at the tickling feeling of your hair.

You traced the outline of his lion nose tattoo on the inside of his arm, the once dark ink starting to fade and now a beginning to tint a dark green.

"What do you want to know?" You said, hesitantly. Anyone who was close to you knew it was hard for you to let new people in, which explained why you had such a small group of friends.

"Where did you grow up?" He mused.

You wriggled out of his hold, turning to lie on your side and face him, propping your head up by leaning on your elbow.

"Just outside of London. You?"

He smiled, licking his lips as he answered.

"Dorset, born and raised."

You laughed, "Bloody hell. Moving here must've been an adjustment."

“Yeah, it was different,” he chuckled nervously. “Go on then, how’d you meet Miles?”

When you didn’t answer straight away, his hands snaked towards your hips, where he pressed his fingers just above your hip bone, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles. His eyes lit up at the new information; you were ticklish. Extremely ticklish. You gasped for air, pushing his hands away playfully.

“Okay, okay,” you managed between breaths, “we met at Uni.”

His hands stopped their playful assault.

“Uni, huh? So you’re a smart cookie.” He teased, brushing his finger gently across your cheek.

“‘Suppose you could say that,” you smiled at him, “did you go to Uni?”

He sat up in your bed and ruffled his hair, the covers falling to expose his defined abdomen. You brought your eyes from his stomach to his face. His emerald eyes bore into yours and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling hot under his gaze.

“Yeah, Bournemouth. That’s how I met Joe.” He smiled fondly at the mention of his best friend and you thought back to your time at university, and how you met Miles.

Man, you were so much happier then.

Three years ago, you moved to Brighton, away from your family, to go to university. It was a daunting experience, you didn’t know anyone and you certainly didn’t know anyone on your course. That all changed on the day of your first Music Lecture, when you collided with a curly haired, tan boy who was walking round a corner. You’d dropped all your shiny new textbooks and he’d helped you pick them up. You became best friends after finding out you were both doing the music course, and sat next to each other for the next two years. Then you moved to London together and the rest was history.

“Right,” Ben said, interrupting your train of thought, “I’d better go.”

He pulled you into him, so that your head was against his chest, and his arms wrapped around you securly. You snuggled closer into him and whined dramatically, holding onto him tighter.

“Nooo,” you dragged out, “don’t go.”

He kissed the top of your head then climbed out of bed, pulling on his jeans that were strewn across the floor. You stuck your bottom lip out at him but instead of convincing him to stay, it caused him to kiss you gently.

“You’re adorable, but I really do need to go.” He kissed you again, this time hurriedly and then left your bedroom. You sat back against your pillows, and fully embraced the lingering smell of Ben; a mixture of expensive cologne and cigarettes. Ben’s head popped back around the door.

“I’ll call you later.” He said, before finally leaving. You sunk into your duvet, and your eyes flickered shut as you heard the thud of the front door, indicating Ben’s departure.

***

The palm of your hand smacked the empty bedside table, in an attempt to locate your ringing phone. You ran your hand across the surface until you hit your phone, and brought it up to your ear.

“Hello?” You answered groggily.

“You met Ben! Not only did you meet him, you slept with him. Twice! And didn’t tell me.”

Grace.

“Hi G, nice to hear your voice too.” You grumbled sarcastically. Grace shuffled over the phone and you could also hear Joe’s deep voice in the background.

“What? You thought I wouldn’t find out? Boys talk too you know.” She said, after a minute of moving around.

“Grace, he literally just left and I couldn’t call you and tell you while he was here.”

“Well….” She hinted. “How was he?”

“Grace!” Your cheeks flushed a bright crimson. You put your phone on speaker and rolled out of bed, starting to rummage around your room for some clothes. “I know Joe is there and I’m not discussing it with him around.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before! I know way more than I should about your hookups. Now spill.” Joe shouted over the phone.

“Yeah but they weren’t your best friend.” You said as you tugged on a pair of jeans.

Joe made a gagging sound which made you and Grace laugh. You heard Grace telling him to go away and him acting offended.

“I didn’t want to know anyway.” He said, leaving Grace alone. Once she knew he was definitely out of ear-shot, Grace resumed the conversation.

“So, how was it?”

You could practically hear the wiggle of her eyebrows of her eyebrows and her suggestive smirk.

“It was good. Really good. I don’t want it to become anything though.”

“Are you kidding?” She squealed. “I met him the other night, he’s like a fucking God.”

You burst into laughter, “Alright G, don’t hold back or anything!”

He was like a God though. He looked as if he’d been sculpted by them, and not only was he the most gorgeous human to grace the Earth, but he was the nicest person you had ever met. There had to be something wrong with him.

“Sorry, sorry,” Grace said, composing herself from the giggles that had overcome her, “he’s literally perfect for you though.”

You and Grace continued talking, and you gave her all the details about your night with Ben, just like you always did with hookups.

“Right babe, I’ve got to go. Joe and I are going cake tasting. Catch ya later?” Grace said after at least five minutes of her fiance practically tugging at her, telling her they were going to be late - he just wanted cake though.

After assuring her you would catch up soon, you went downstairs in search of Miles.

"Milo?" You called out.

No response. Weird.

You looked up to check the clock in the kitchen.

3pm.

Was it too early for a glass of wine? Your hand hovered over the burgundy coloured bottle. Inside, the deep crimson liquid shimmered, looking inviting. You shook your head, your hand retreating back to your side.

No, it's definitely too early.

Instead, you opted for a glass of water. As you drank, your mind drifted back to Ben. It had been a few hours since he had left and you had spend most of that time sleeping and talking to Grace. You hated being left alone, especially with nothing to occupy yourself with. As it was Christmas, you had no projects from work so not even a boring contract could save you. Now, you were alone with your thoughts, although this time they were all about Ben, so they weren’t as bad as usual. Over the past few months you had previously told yourself that you didn’t need that special someone in your life, convincing yourself that you were happy in your solitude. However, since meeting Ben a couple of days ago, your longing for someone had heightened again. You’d been reminded of what it felt like to be held by someone and you found yourself never wanting to be without that feeling. And now here you were, sitting at the desk in your home office, relishing in the lingering feeling of Ben’s arms around you.

A knock on the door brought you back into reality. You slowly shuffled your way to the door, opening it to reveal Ben’s beaming face, red from the cold. Ushering him inside, you took his hat and coat from him. He adorned himself in a thick turtleneck sweater and you almost drooled at the sight of him.

“Hey, I brought pizza.” He smiled warmly, holding up two square boxes.

Okay, now you really were drooling.

You led him into the kitchen after he gave you a welcoming kiss.

“How was your day?” You asked, hoisting yourself up onto the counter, before greedily taking a slice of pizza from the box he had placed next to you.

“It was alright, couple’a meetings.” Ben said, grabbing two plates from the draining board next to the sink and taking a seat beside you.

“New movie?”

He laughed, “Something like that.”

The two of you continued to make comfortable small talk for a while, devouring the first box of pizza. You didn’t mind that the conversation was about nothing in particular; you were just basking in having him around.

“Hey, so I was thinking..” Ben started.

You had both moved to the couch with the last box of pizza following closely behind. Reruns of Friends was playing in the background but you weren’t very interested; Ben had you completely entranced. You were currently sat opposite each other, legs entangled.

“You were thinking? Dangerous.” You teased.

He threw a pizza crust at you, which, despite your efforts to block, hit your square in the forehead. You both erupted in giggles before Ben resumed his serious tone.

“Tell me if this is too soon,” he said, causing you to straighten up, “but I really like you.”

You broke into an uncontrollable smile, “I like you too.”

He hadn’t finished though, “Would you like to go on a date?”

Ben’s cheeks were suddenly kissed pink, the blooming colour so damn cute against his pale skin. He looked away trying to find a distraction. You let him compose himself, letting his question linger slightly - you’d be lying if you said prolonging your answer to make him sweat slightly didn’t amuse you. You took his hands in yours from across the sofa.

“I’d love to go on a date with you.”

***

It had been a week since Ben had popped the question. And it was official, he was taking you on a date. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. But nervous as you were, you were fucking excited. Every time you so much as thought about Ben, you got butterflies. And to think of going on a date with him…

Ben was due to pick you up in about five minutes and you were running around the house trying to get ready.

“Milo, have you seen my black heels?” You shouted from where you were sat in the hall, surrounded by yours and Miles’ haphazardly scattered shoes.

“Oi, shut up I’m on the phone.” He shouted back.

You slumped defeatedly against the shoe cabinet. Miles had been in a mood with you all week. He even turned down your weekly tradition of ‘Pizza Party Friday Night,’ claiming he ‘didn’t feel well’ and you resulted to call Ben over and help you finish all the pizza you had ordered.

You continued to rummage around the cabinet, finally locating your shoes at the back, and tugging them on. Just as you were doing the last strap up, Miles came down the stairs, meeting you at the bottom.

“Thought you’d gone.” He mumbled.

You stood and grabbed his arm, stopping him before he turned to go back upstairs. You opened your mouth to ask him why he’d been so hostile towards you, when, who you assumed was Ben, knocked at the door. You looked down the hallway where Ben’s shadow through the stained glass on the door, confirming your assumption. You looked back at Miles, who didn’t meet your gaze. Your grip on his wrist loosened, causing his hand to fall back to his side. You straightened your top, and grabbed your coat, before plastering on a smile and opening the door to Ben. Your smile was quickly replaced by a genuine one as Ben kissed you on the cheek.

“Let me just grab my bag.” You said, as Ben pulled away. You turned to where your bag sat on top of the cabinet, quickly noticing that Miles was no longer standing there. You let your smile falter slightly before smiling again properly and facing back to Ben.

“Ready to go babe?” Ben said, taking your hand. You nodded and followed him out the door, closing it behind you.

The taxi journey took longer than it should have due to December traffic. It didn’t phase yourself and Ben though, you played a childish game of ‘I Spy’ and he had you in giggles the whole way to the restaurant. He’d joked that it was nice to finally see you dressed appropriately for the cold weather as you snuggled into your teddy bear coat.

As you pulled up to the front of the restaurant - Ben’s choice - you felt a surge of insecurity watching well dressed people enter and exit the building. Ben thanked the driver and walked towards where you were standing on the pavement. You grabbed onto his arm, your hand resting just by his bicep.

“You didn’t tell me it was fancy?” You said, causing Ben to look down at you.

“You look gorgeous. Always do.” He replied, brushing off your concerns. You brushed them off too, if it didn’t bother Ben, you wouldn’t waste your time worrying.

Easier said than done, you thought as you walked towards the large glass doors. The entire restaurant was full of snobby, well dressed men and women. The men were dressed in suits, and the women were dripping in expensive jewels. You wrapped your coat around yourself tightly, as you grew more self conscious in your jeans. Chandeliers littered the ceiling and gold Christmas decorations filled the room - they weren't tacky plastic ones like the ones your neighbours had hung up in their front window though. In the middle of the room, sat a 12ft real Christmas tree. In astonishment, you took in the decor, Ben watching as your eyes darted around the room like a child in a sweet shop.

“Okay, so it’s a little fancy.” He admitted sheepishly. And yet it was so unfair because even in some black, slim fitting dress pants and a sweater, Ben still look so achingly smart. You on the other hand, well, you looked back down at your outfit. You were wearing a square-necked, green satin top, paired with some blue skinny jeans and black suede heels. You looked nice - after all it was your first date with Ben - but not nice enough for the rich alternate universe you had stepped into.

Ben gave his name to the host, who proceeded to take the two of you towards the back of the restaurant. Your hand gripped Ben’s tightly as you weaved your way through tables and waiters. Before long you were presented with a small table, with a red tablecloth that had sparkling gold details. In the middle of the table was a small flaring candle, surrounded by beautifully set out cutlery and plates. Your hand flew up to your mouth in shock. You looked up at Ben, who already has his eyes on you. You hugged him tightly. As you pulled away, the waiter turned to you,

“Can I take your coat, Miss?”

You shrugged it off and passed it to him, sitting down as Ben did the same.

Once the waiter was gone with your coats, your attention was all on Ben, all thoughts of Miles’ mood gone from your mind.

“Ben, this is so nice…” You said, willing your tears to not spill.

“It is quite isn’t it? I was here before I came to get you, just to make sure everything was perfect.” He blushed, which caused you to blush. No one had ever done anything like this for you, and your heart was swelling at the gesture. You took his hand from across the table and as they rested on the silk tablecloth, you could’ve sworn Ben’s thumb rubbing against the back of your hand still would’ve felt better, even if the silk was threaded with fur.

“Thank you for this.”

He smiled at your appreciation and leant across the table, his chair scraping against the floor as he stood, to kiss you. You met his lips gently and smirked into the kiss. As you were sitting back down, Ben said your name.

“I think I’m falling for you. Like, a lot,” He inhaled deeply. You’d only known Ben for a matter of weeks but you could tell right now that he was nervous.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

The answer was pretty obvious - You’d love to.

***

author’s note : here she is guys, hope you enjoy. as always like and reblog it’s always appreciated :) Xx

#office parties suck #ben hardy #joe mazello #ben hardy fic #film #bohemian rhapsody #office parties suck part 4 #part 4 #olivia writes things #ben hardy x reader #i'm soft for ben wowowowow

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Masterlist

WELL GANG. We did it. We made a masterlist. Please enjoy.

(can we all appreciate how much better my masterlist looks now with Bea’s incredible handiwork???? @mrhoemazzello)

Ben Hardy

Lighthouse

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: Ben and reader are doing a puzzle during a thunderstorm. Major fluff ensues.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: None! Just lots of fluff and mentions of sex on a One Direction blanket

three things

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: After moving in together, Reader and Ben host their first Friendsgiving together and have to come up with three things they’re grateful for.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Mentions of sex and shenanigans so cute they’ll rot your teeth

A continuation of Lighthouse!

i’m open

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: The one in which reader goes to Ben’s soccer game. Fluff and romance ABOUNDS.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: mentions of sex and swearing. And major fluff. Like, so much fluff this thing is made of cotton candy and unicorn wishes.

star light, star bright

Pairing: Ben Hardy x O.C.

Summary: Joe and Ben take a trip on a boat for a nice relaxing Guys Weekend. What Ben doesn’t expect is to fall in love with the owner of the boat. Or to drunkenly sing karaoke with her.

Word Count: 14K

Warnings: S M U T. Dom!Ben, but mainly Soft!Ben, bad karaoke and lots of boat and ocean puns (I’m a monster)

home for the holidays

Pairing: Ben x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Reader is fine with being alone on Christmas. In fact she prefers it. But when her best friend, Michael Hardy, invites her to Christmas with his family, how is she to refuse? Especially when Michael lets slip that his mysterious brother Ben will be around for the holidays…

Word Count: 9K

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, implied sex and swearing. And so much goddamn softness, WHEW.

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Billy/Four

don’t be a baby pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

Pairing: Billy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a nurse who’s brother falls into the Sky Walker crowd. After he gets injured, Billy takes it upon himself to look after Reader’s brother and calm Reader’s nerves as they get ready for their next job. But when the job goes awry and Reader can’t keep Billy safe, how does she cope?

Word Count: 22K (total)

Warnings: Smut (only 18+ interact please!), swearing, blood, fighting, explosions, needles and softness bc we love two idiots pining over each

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Joe Mazzello:

the art of flirting on a hover board pt. 1 / pt. 2 / pt. 3 / pt. 4

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x OC

Summary: Ivy runs a successful arts non-profit and Joe tags along when Rami and Lucy go to visit her. But what happens when a simple bet made over a hover board competition gets out of hand?

Word Count: 13K (total)

Warnings: mentions of sex, blow jobs and swearing. Oh, and friends sharing one (1) collective brain cell

flustered

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Joe are getting ready to go to the store when he decides now is a good time to re-enact his casting video for BoRhap.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: This thing may be the most fluffy, self-indulgent piece of romance I’ve ever written. So, be prepared for lots of fluff, soft Joe and saying I love you for the first time

act two, scene two

Pairing: College!Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe is in your Acting 101 class and you’re never quite sure if your flirty relationship is just pretend or the real thing. Then, you’re given the scene you’ll have to present during your final…

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: SMUT (don’t interact if you’re under 18 please!), swearing, drinking and me fantasizing about how adorable and dorky college!Joe would be.

you’re out

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your favorite past time is roasting Joe about how much the Yankees suck. So, when you go to a Yankees game with him and make a bet about whether they’ll win or not, you can’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, they’ll win so Joe can do whatever he wants to you.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: SMUT (don’t interact if you’re under 18 please!), swearing, mentions of alcohol, continuous talk of how much the Yankees suck (they do, I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules!!!!).

#masterlist #borhap cast #borhap cast fic #ben hardy fic #joe mazello fic #ben hardy smut #6u #6underground #joe mazzello smut #college!joe

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I love your writing and I love the holidays so I love this idea. what about a lil something about ugly sweater shopping (or making??) with Joe??

you’re my only fan - but the greatest one i will ever have! this is truly a *chef’s kiss* idea, so i hope you like it. it’s a little bit on the longer side, so i apologize!

~ you and joe had been dating for a quite some time now, but you’d never really put a label on what you were. your relationship was riding a fine line between semi-casual and semi-serious. this was the first holiday season that you’d experience together, and that brought about a lot of nerves from both parties.

~ joe was very into doing a lot of cliche holiday activities - shocking no one. you’d hate to admit it but he probably was a lot better at choosing things to get you both into the holiday spirit than you were.

joe mazzello was the kind of guy who hand-picked and chopped down his own Christmas tree the weekend after thanksgiving. but of course he’d enlist your help to decorate it. he raved about how incredible it looked, but you weren’t quite sure if he was trying to get extra affection or not. joe was right when he said that an authentic Christmas tree had a lot more character than an artificial one.

~ when the time came around for your annual holiday get together with your best friends and their partners, joe eagerly accepted the invitation to be your date. it had been the first time in a long time that you actually had someone to bring. you were certain that joe would make a good impression because he always did. and that’s why you loved him.

~ when joe showed up at your flat the night of the party, to say that you were nervous was an understatement. this night meant a lot to you and you wanted everything to go perfectly. you were in the middle of curling your hair, so joe let himself in and took off his jacket before joining you in your bedroom to keep you company while you finished getting ready.

~ you saw his reflection in the mirror and smiled to yourself. joe wore deep brown boots and tan slacks paired with a knit crewneck sweater. the base of the sweater was black and the fairisle pattern incorporated several different colors throughout.

“hey, neat ugly sweater!” you grinned at joe’s reflection in the mirror in the hopes that he’d see your enthusiasm.

“ugly?” joe asked “what do you mean by that?”

you were silent for a moment. “you know - it’s like an ugly christmas sweater, right? it’s got all of these funky colors and weird patterns.”

“nana mazzello knitted me this sweater.” joe stated as a matter-of-factly

the panic began to set in as you quickly tried to think of a way to talk yourself out of the mess you’d made. you turned your attention to joe, instead of talking to him through your vanity mirror, and attempted to find the words to fix what you’d said.

his face broke out into a huge smile after a moment and he snickered to himself. “i was just kidding; it’s a super ugly sweater, and i definitely bought it at kohl’s”

~ you were equal parts relieved and peeved. you let out a huff and shook your head as you picked up your curling iron to continue to do your hair.

“you’re lucky i love you, mazzello.” you grumbled, holding the curling iron still to create the perfect ringlet.

“you do?”

“do what?

“love me.”

you bit your lip and shrugged. “perhaps i do...”

~ and you did.

request a holiday hc/blurb

#my fic #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello fan fiction #joe mazzello headcanon #joe mazello head canon #joe mazzello blurb #joe mazzello imagine #holiday fic #holiday blurb #holiday imagine #holiday prompt #christmas fic

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moodboard: roadtrip with your boyfriend joe

#lmao i dont do this bc im shitty but this for taylor’s fic #also i apologoze for it being white lmao but if someone wants to request a poc one i would love to do it!!!#joe mazzello #joe mazello x reader #joe mazzello imagine #moodboard #mine

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queensdivas · 4 years

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Wildest Notes Chapter 4

So there’s about three reasons why this chapter took a little long to come out! But they’re good reasons of course because I like to make sure things are somewhat perfect!

First! Mostly because I’ve been busy with Grigor and trying to work on such a historical fic and y’all know I throw myself into my fics.

Second. I got in touch with a certain bad ass artist by the name of @punky-peach who drew that beautiful picture below for Cora and Gard. Oh yes. It’s absolutely beautiful and I might have cried when I received it ten minutes ago. It’s so fantastic that I just can’t stop looking at it and I know y’all can’t either! Especially after this chapter.

Third. I got distracted. And I got into bioshock for a while (I’m still binge playing it over and over. But fear not! I’m back and

Okay here we go!

Y’all ready!!

Next Chapter

Previous Chapter.

Masterlist

My fingers softly began rubbing my eyes as we finished the last set of the night. Sometimes I forget that playing the piano day after day would hurt my eyes. I hate that sometimes I forget that I’m near sighted. Should probably take a day off because I’ve been doing this nonstop since I moved here. Luckily I’m not clumsy with them and have never broken a pair in my life! Which is saying something about myself.

Closing the lid to the piano as the club was beginning to clear out of everyone excluding the waitresses, bar tenders, and us musicians. I began gathering all my music sheets together as I watched everyone go into their own little social pods. Not that I don’t wanna become social with any other them. But a first impression of them flocking towards me in all directions to screw me wasn’t exactly a warm welcome.

Once my music was all put together. I knocked off my heels to switch over to my Jesus slippers so I could walk home comfortable. Do you think I walk from my house to the city in heels? I don’t even like being in some sort of heels in the first place. My preference is my Jesus slippers or my bare feet. I mostly garden in my bare feet so it’s safe to say that I really hate shoes.

Kobi the bassest and Chandler who played first chair trombone approached me as I placed my feet into my Jesus sandals. Kobi was rubbing the back of his neck as I waited for them to speak to me because obviously he was going to say something.

“Chandler and I were wanting to apologize for what happened when you first arrived here. Kind of got us all excited for a new member and we acted like wild dogs. I’m sorry.” Wait what? An apology? Kobi smacked Chandler's chest as he shot up from the ground.

“Yes Cora. We’re sorry..”

“It’s quite alright. Thank you for the apology.”

“Listen why not have a drink with us?” Chandler offered as I took a step off the stage with all my belongings.

“I don’t drink.”

“Then water. C’mon you have to socialize with us eventually and running off back to your house isn’t an option.” Kobi mentioned that both of them walked over to the bar along with the workers and other musicians. I mean a sprite does sound delicious and I could use the energy walking home.

I sat down on the bar stool as the tender was mixing all sorts of drinks for everyone. He stood in front of me and waited for me to give him some sort of answer. I get the feeling their eyes are shooting bullets at me for not drinking liquor. Look I know being a jazz musician you’re supposed to smoke and have a thing of Jack Daniels by your stand in order to fit the profile. But I’d rather have a really bubbly sprite and some grapes and we’re sitting.

“Just a sprite please.” I told him as he filled a tiny little glass of sprite for me.

“You work at a nightclub and you drink a sprite?” Chandler commented as I took a sip.

“I told you two I don’t drink.” It’s like talking to a brick wall. Like I said I will not socialize with these people and just come to work.

“Heys guys great news!” Theo jumped down from the stage and sashed himself over towards us.

“We got ourselves a new lead female singer by the name of Kyia Mair. Just graduated from Oberlin Conservatory of Music in Ohio. She said she was looking for a full time gig and bam! We got one!” HE clapped as he sat down on one of the stools.

“A round for everyone! Make it an Irish car bomb for everyone!” Theo pulled out his cash as everyone cheered as for free alcohol...for me I was slowly sipping sprite from my glass. I should’ve mentioned that I could’ve also sang..though it’s not excellent like Gaga or even Billie Holiday. But it’s decent.

The bartender placed the shot in front of me as my sipping through the straw began to go faster as I was trying to avoid the car bomb or whatever it was called in front of me. No..no I don’t drink. Drinking leads to drugs...drugs lead..lead...

“A shot isn’t going to kill you Cora. You gotta live a little.” Theo moved the shot in front of me as I kept sucking up more and more sprite till the glass was empty. My throat closed as I looked away from the shot. Time for me to head home and read some sort of book. Digging into my purse then my wallet to find some sort of cash.

“Tell ya what. Here’s twenty dollars on me for whatever you want and you guys never speak to me again that isn’t business related. Now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go home. Goodnight everyone.” Telling them as they slapped the money on the bar and began my walk home.

Wrapping my arms around myself to place my binger down onto the ground to feel the warmth of the night rest on top of me. Taking in a deep breath as I dove into the inner layers of my confused train wreck of a mind. It felt like I was pushing the door shut of my past self trying to keep those memories shut.

Think of something nice Cora c’mon!

“I’m..I’m sorry. I.. I generally don’t hang out with civilians this much.” Civilians? DO I look like I’m in the army? Do I need to salute him or something?

Why is it that this tightly wound mailman by the name of Gardner is prancing around in my mind? Is this what a crush feels like? Heck I’ve never had my first kiss in my life with anyone! I’ve lived quite the solitude life for obvious reasons..and no one has ever had that kind of talk with me.

Stopping along the river as my upper body leaned over the railing. Surprisingly a warm gust of wind entwined itself around me as I just stared down into the dark water. The lights from the city began dancing upon the top of the river.

Mama Seymour wasn’t into the relationships because she was always busy with myself and my brothers and sisters. Mr. Lister..er Dad..may he rest in peace. He was just there for me in the end and never got around to this conversation. So I’ve got no idea what on earth I’m doing. Normally my ass would be running from this situation and just diving into a different situation. But..

I..I wanna dive..

This whack uptight mailman…

“Gard? What are you going?”

“I’m sorry. I heard you playing and I wanted to stay till the end.”

Someone tell me how the heck this is supposed to work? No mailman would just casually stay and let himself come inside the house. Not to mention he let me dry his socks after walking around in the rain. It’s not love...it’s just my heart rapidly beating out of my ribbed cages and spewing out all over the sidewalk! My right hand rested over my heart as I stood up standing tall.

Just keep calm..if you see him tomorrow just be nice and not do anything..

Walking back to the house to see that Angus was sitting in front of the front door sleeping soundly as I stood in front of the gate. Opening the gate woke him up and trot his way over to me. Sniffing my feet, licking my palm, and then walking back towards the door. For some unknown reason Angus loves to sit outside or sleep when I’m gone for work.

Sitting down on the porch steps as Angus sat up next to me then began licking my face, yet stopping when he had some of my makeup in his mouth. My nails softly scratched the top of his head as he laid back down next to me with his head resting on my thigh. Time to let my hair down, literally. Pulling apart the large black bow I had in my hair that was keeping at least some of it up to let my grande cluster mess known as my hair.

“C’mon Angus. Time for bed.” Kissing his forehead as we both got off the ground to walk inside and get ready for bed.

*Gards P.O.V.*

Wasn’t supposed to be 90 degrees today. Stupid weather! Looking up to place the mail in the box I noticed that I was right around the corner from Cora. I imagine she’s out in her garden planting or digging until it gets too hot.

Turning the corner then down the hill as I kept my eyes on what I could see but sadly trees we’re covering my view. Just keep going..wait. What should I say to her? Hey? Is it hot outside or what? Too cheesy? I’ll just be quiet, drop off her mail then moving on.

Is..is that Margaritaville? I don’t know much about music but I know Margaritaville whenever I hear it. I remember Dad and I would be on the boat washing it down and whenever this song would turn on, he would just go berserk. Cause ya know, it’s a Dad song.

“Wastin' away again in Margaritaville..Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt..Some people claim that there's a woman to blame..Now I think, hell, it could be my fault..” I could hear her singing as I got closer to the gate.

When I made it to her white gate. My head looked up. I saw that she was sitting in the front yard sitting in a beach chair. Her feet were in a kids plastic pool as Angus came around the corner to then step into the kids pool and watch me.

“GARD!” Cora cheered as she stood up to then stand in her pool. Opening the gate as I approached her as she kept herself in the pool.

“Want a drink? It’s kool aid.” She held out her glass as I shook my head.

“How’s the route on this stupidly hot day?” I shrugged as she offered me her seat. I sat down as she went around back to probably grab another chair. Placing my mail bag next to my chair as I watched Angus in the pool. He’s literally just laying down in the water with only his head laying on the rim. Coming back as she had one of those really colorful beach chairs. Opening it up then sticking her feet back into the pool as Angus was laying down in it.

“Gard relax for a little bit. It’s 90 degrees and there’s no way you’re not boiling alive.” Fair enough.

“While you get comfy. I think I got some sunglasses for ya.” Getting up again to go into her house. I took off my shoes then socks to stick my feet into the ice cold pool. I let out a very large sigh as my entire body relaxed. I should get a kids pool for Calvin and I because this is so relaxing.

She came back out with a glass of water and a pair of sunglasses. Smiling as I took them from her hands as she climbed back down into her seat then laying out in the sun.

“Thank you.” Telling her as I placed the sunglasses on my face then taking a sip of the cold water.

“No problemo Gard.” She smiled as she bent forward to splash some water on Angus who tried to eat the water she splashed him with. She looked so beautiful with the sun shining down on top of her. Coras skin was shining and her smile..it feels so genuine and contagious. Like if you’re not smiling you’re out of place. Not to mention she’s just so bubbly that..it’s a good feeling when I’m around her.

Blinking a few times as Angus got up from the pool to then shake himself as all the water splashed over Cora and I! If a dog could smirk I think Angus would. We both watched as he opened the screen door to then walk inside. What a dog.

“Sorry that my dog just gave you a shower.” She took off her glasses to whip off the water.

“I’m assuming that you taught him how to do that?” Asking her as she nodded. She put her glasses back on her face to look at me.

“Spoiled loveable child.” She shook her head as she went down to take a sip of her kool aid. I reached down for water to start drinking it.

“Glad you’re finally relaxing. Though it would never happen to Gard. You 're more wounded than a screw itself.” I’ve always had my own way of doing things and enjoyed my very..tight.. Schedule..But here Cora comes to basically destroy that schedule..and I’m kind of okay with it...

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course. I mean it’s great that you have such a tight schedule and you like to do things your way. But sometimes you just gotta take a step back and breath a little. Also have your feet chillin 'in a kiddie pool while you get a sun tan and take a break from the job.” I will say though we look a little silly sitting in her front yard. But I imagine her backyard is covered head to toe in veggies and flowers.

“If you keep working and not taking a second, you’re gonna watch your life go by without ya. Sorry..didn’t mean to sound so preachy there holy crap.” She laughed at herself as I couldn’t stop looking at her. Why does she care so much? I know that about 90% of the people I deliver mail to don’t even know me. Trudy is the only one I talk to..and then she comes into play...and..

I..I want her to see the boat. I mean. She’s shown me her entire home and she’s yet to see mine. Wouldn’t you think she’d like to see mine? I know she’s asked but..I didn’t know what she would do if I told her I lived in a boat.

What do I say to her? Hey why don’t you come see my boat? Wanna see my boat? How do I make myself sound extremely creepy towards her? Her beautiful copper hair that was just all over the place shined beautifully. Cora’s smile kept making my heart skip a few beats as her fingers were messing with the book. I want her to come on my route so I can show her the boat. Don’t most women love boats?

“Wanna see my home?” Blurting out as she turned towards me then rose up in her chair.

“Sure. Let me get my keys.” She looked so adorable. A big Hawaiian shirt that had a tank top underneath, a cute pair of white shorts then her sandals. She walked inside her house as I finished chugging the water for the walk home.

“How long have you been a mailman?” She asked as she was walking backwards in front of me with her hair flapping with each step.

“Since I was eighteen. I was even a designated note passer for these two kids in school, kind of appropriate.” She looked so..pretty. Her hair shined, she walked with such a lovely step. As if she was almost skipping. How does someone be this happy all the time?

I found out that she’d been playing the piano since she was a kid. Umm she can make a mean lamb roast, and sells vegetables at farmers markets and even tries to get a stand at county and or State Fairs. I had no idea she was so resourceful. Is it weird that I kind of want her to make dinner for me so I can try this great lamb roast.

“It has a crap ton of garlic but don’t worry it works extremely well together.” She was so passionate about her cooking and bubbly. Most women I know who are my age who can’t even cook spaghetti.

“What side dish?”

“Marinated white beans. You’ll have to come over for dinner sometime and you’ll be leaving ten pounds heavier!” She laughed as we turned down my street. Oh boy. How is she going to react that I live in my boat instead of inside with Calvin.

“Here we are.” Telling her as she began walking in the driveway.

“Umm Cora.” I stopped right next to the ladder that led me inside my home. She took off her glasses, rubbing her eyes then back at me. I began walking towards the ladder to climb in.

“The nameless grace.” She pointed out as I halted.

“Huh.” Turning around as she had her arms crossed.

“You do know boats are meant to have names right? There was this one boat that was always docked and it’s name was Floppy Wenis!” I mean I’ve heard of some weird one in my books when I’m trying to sleep. I think there was one called Buoyoncé and another called The Cod Mile.

I climbed up into the sailboat as she followed right behind me. Glad I got the place cleaned up before going to bed last night. Not that it was dirty or had underwear all over the place. Crouching down into the sailboat to stand straight up as she poked her head in.

“Cute. I love what you’ve done with the place.” Cora giggled as she held out her hand so she wouldn’t fall flat on her face. Helping her inside as she kept a hold of my hand. They were a little cold but extremely soft to the touch. Wait..I’m still holding them!

“I’m sorry!” Walking over to the radio as I turned it on for some soft acoustic song to start playing.

“I sit there. You can sit anywhere else.” Telling her as I tossed my bag on the other side of the booth table. I placed the sunglasses she’d given me on the table right where I usually sit.

“Gard this is so homey. Really love what you’ve done with the sailboat. Also the ferns that hang off the railings.” She commented as it made me smile. Cora looked around to then sit down across from me on the bench.

“Thank you.” Molding my fingers together as I made my thumbs started going in small circles.

“So do you have a thing for not sleeping in houses? Ready for some sort of flash flood coming here and all of us vanishing overnight?” Very funny.

“I’ve liked boats. SO why not live in one.” Shrugging as she raised her eyebrow right at me. Yeah figured she wouldn’t accept that excuse.

“Why not live with Calvin then? I mean I love my sunflowers but you don’t see me sleeping in the middle of my garden.” Fair point. She put her legs up close to her chest waiting for some kind of response from me.

“I came from school one day and my parents were gone. The house was empty. The only thing they left behind was this boat. So I moved it to Calvins driveway. His parents took me in.” I somehow get this feeling she can sort of relate. I’m not sad about it anymore and have moved on. But...sometimes I keep thinking they’ll come back for the boat even after all these years just to say hi. A pipe dream and realistically impossible. But wouldn’t it be nice. Her face that was once filled with bubbles just turned into concern and somewhat saddened. I didn’t mean to make her feel sad..just wanted to be honest.

“Any luck trying to find them?” Her voice cracked a little as she stared directly at me.

“What would I say?”

“Something I would Gard. Why? Why have me if you wanted to run?” Shaking her head at her own comment as she looked at the wall then back at me.

“If we’re being open with one another. I sadly don’t remember my mother at all. Either she died of childbirth or just left right after I was born. Father was a..an extreme druggie who ended up..ah doesn’t matter. Oh what do we have here.” She grabbed one of my binders of my stamp collections to start going through them. I noticed on her ankle looked like some kind of old scar around the ankle. Probably none of my business.

“I love this one so far. Ya know I wasn’t going to make the assumption that you collected stamps due to the fact you were a mailman. But I gotta ask. Why stamps?” Nothing is more cliche than a mailman collection stamp. Cora’s eyes looked so passionate while she skimmed through all my stamps.

“It’s just this endless potential that sits within these little tiny squares. Kind of wonder where they could’ve gone sometimes when I look at them. Always wondered what people would’ve said in these letters, though no one writes letters anymore. But if they did, they need one of those.” I’ve...I’ve never had the chance to fully tell someone about my stamps before. I mean besides Calvin and my friends down at the office when we have our meetings. But she seems so interested in them and letting me vent about them.

“I’m going to assume you’ve got a favorite?” My eyes drifted over to The Duke as I motioned her to come over and look. She got off the bench to squat a few inches next to me. So close I could see deep into those sparkling dark blue pools.

“So why is the shirtless man so special?”

“That my dear friend is The Duke, King of the Longboard. You have your Elvis china and I have my stamps, sort of the Elvis of my collection.”

“Why? What’s so special about Mr. Duke?”

“It’s a misprint.”

“Wait what?” She giggled to take another look at the stamp.

“It’s a misprint. It’s the only one in the world. His longboard is upside. See?” She nodded as our heads were almost butting into each other.

“Well..son of a biscuit. What a misprint.” My throat unexpectedly dried up quicker than I expected as we just kept smiling at each other.

Slowly moving towards each other as our lips finally made contact. Her beautiful lips sent shivers up and down my body. I’m too afraid to touch her or even do anything..last girl I kissed was a bet in High School..I could feel my face turning dark red as I cupped her face in my hands.

Cora abruptly backed away from against the wall with her finger types on her lips. Gulping as her eyes were widened. She was going to say something but kept falling short of words.

“I’m..I’m sorry..I..” Spinning around to dash out of the boat and almost tripping trying to get out.

“Wait Cora!” I was about to sprint out towards her but she must’ve knocked over the sunglasses because they made a loud cracking sound in my feet.

No...no..I didn’t ruin it did I!? Looking at the time as I realized that it was already after four...I’ll keep my bag for the night then when I do my route tomorrow I’ll just deliver whatever else I didn’t get the chance to deliver.

Should probably go inside and try to act normal. Although I imagine Calvin will be having a field day because today is his day off. Climbing out of the boat then down the ladder as I tried to keep myself panicking in front of Calvin. He’s going to go on and on about approaching her and how to get her into bed. Not exactly what I’m going for.

I made it through the front door then into the kitchen where Calvin already had dinner ready. And now I just realized that I’m extremely late for dinner. This should be absolutely fun to deal with.

“Sorry I’m late Cal.” Sitting down at the dining room table but he didn’t turn around to say anything to me. But only letting out a big sigh.

“Cal!” He smacked the eggplant on the plate as he was about to say something.

“My eggplant parmesan is congealing.” I’m not quite sure if I’m even in the mood for eggplant. Vietnamese or Greek just sounds better than eggplant.

“I had to work late.”

“Am I living in a house of lies! You come through that door everyday at 5:29 pm on the dot for the past six years, and who was that guy with the 80s hair band running from your boat?” She’s not in a hair band? I mean obviously I knew he would catch me but she’s not even a man, Cora just has beautiful humongous hair. Which I imagine is super soft.

“It was a woman.” Never thought I would have to say that.

“My man! She smokes your hogan?”

“I don’t think so and what does that even mean?” What does smoking your hogan your mean? Like..a..I don’t even wanna think about it.

“Where did you meet her?”

“Work.”

“Is she a mailman?” She’s far too beautiful to be a carrier.

“Carrier and no she’s a customer. Her name is Cora.”

“Whoa whoa whoa. Is she an old lady?”

“No.”

“Lady of the night?”

“No!”

“Housewife?”

“Single and no. She lives by herself.”

“Single, her own home and on the route nice! So okay theres lots of ingredients here for a very erotic role-play situation.”

“You gonna see her again?”

“Probably tomorrow.”

“You nervous?” Shaking my head as Cal saw right through it.

“You must not like her if you’re not nervous.”

“I’m a little nervous.” More like shaking in my own shoes from the fact that I don’t wanna mess this up.

“All right okay lets get a good solid plan together. This is you and this is her.” He was messing with the table mats.

“No no I don’t wanna plan this.” Last time Cal had one of his plans he ended up spilling the nacho cheese all over the girls jeans. Yeah never letting him plan anything dealing with my love life.

“Well you’re gonna need a plan or you’re just gonna get passed over like celery at the salad bar.”

“I just wanna let it happen.”

“Alright if that’s your play.” He began reading through his magazine of Martha Stewart recipes and home diy.

I really don’t wanna mess this up..she’s absolutely fantastic..just the thought of her..oh boy what have I gotten myself into now.

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