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borhap-au · 3 years

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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

Passed out.

Joe looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw you. You definitely caught his attention while you were walking down the street. You looked at him, but didn’t smile back. You were feeling sick and dizzy, you leaned on the wall to support yourself. You were breathing heavily and closed your eyes, hoping it would just go away. But it didn’t. Joe looked at you a bit surprised, not knowing what’s happening, but he wasn’t the one to bother strangers and he just assumed you were sad, maybe after a heartbreak. But as he approached you, you only felt worse and worse and finally you slipped down the wall and fell on the ground. Joe immediately run up to you.

“Excuse me? Miss? Are you alright?” He kneeled next to you and gently squeezed your hand to see if you respond. When you didn’t, he leaned over you and put his ear close to your mouth in hopes to hear your breath while also observing your chest. It was moving up and down steadily and he could hear your breath, so he sighed relieved. He lied you on your back and put your legs on your bag and his backpack to aid blood flow to the brain. He loosen the belt you had on your dress and took his phone to immediately call 911.

He stayed with you until the help arrived. They took you to the ambulance and asked whether Joe knew you. He admitted he didn’t, but he felt weirdly responsible for you, so he asked whether he could go with you. They agreed.

After they run all the exams and made sure you’re going to be alright, they put you in a room until you regain consciousness. After some time, you finally did. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the bright lights in the room. Joe smiled at you.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” He asked and you looked at him trying to remember when you saw him before. He was like a fainted memory. You tried to speak, but your throat was too dry.

“Water?” you grunted quietly. He nodded and walked out of the room to try and find some water. When he did, he came back and helped you sit up and take a few sips.

“Is it better?” you nodded your head and covered yourself with the quilt.

“Why am I here?” you asked and Joe explained you how you passed out and needed to be rushed to the hospital. “And why are you here?” He didn’t have a good answer to that, other than he just needed to make sure this absolute stranger is feeling better.

“Empathy, I guess,” he smiled a bit embarrassed. “I just needed to make sure you’re going to be alright. I found you, so…” he shrugged. You gave him a little smile.

“Thank you for that. And for everything,” you put your hand on his and squeezed it gently. “If there is anything I can do for you, tell me. I’d like to repay you somehow for taking care of me.”

“Nonsense. I did what anyone would do, you don’t need to thank me for anything. And you most definitely don’t have repay me,” he replayed and pet your hand with his thumb. “I’m just glad to see you’re okay.”

“I insist. Can I at least… Invite you for a cup of coffee?” you took your hand away and smiled at the beautiful stranger.

“I don’t think coffee would be good in your current situation…”

“Then dinner. Let me invite you to a dinner. Please,” you didn’t give up. “Tonight.”

“Well, I guess I need to make sure nothing bad will happen to you. My car is parked not far from here, I can take you home,” he suggested and you nodded your head. You weren’t from this part of the town, it would be a long walk home.

“Yes, and after that, I will invite you to a great Italian restaurant near my home. We’re settled,” you smiled proudly. He chuckled and nodded.

“Alright then. We can do that,” he finally agreed. “I’m Joe, by the way,” he smiled and reached out his hand.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself and shook his hand. “So Joey, huh? That’s the name of my prince in shining armor?” He chuckled hearing that. “Joseph the Great,” you joked smiling at him.

“I’m hardly that. I’m just glad I could help.”

Soon after that a doctor joined you. When they made sure you’re going to be okay, they monitored your heartbeat and talked with you about potential causes of the fainting and how to avoid them, they let you go. You held Joe’s arm as you were walking to his car. Less of a necessity, more of a personal pleasure, but you didn’t let it be known. He opened the door for you and you thanked him as you got in.

“Can I change the station?” you asked during the trip.

“Sure,” he nodded his head and you immediately tried to find the radio station that played classic rock 24/7. When you did, the beginning of “Somebody to love” could be heard from the speakers.

“I love this song,” you smiled sitting more comfortably in your chair.

“Me too. It’s my favorite Queen song, if not my favorite song in general,” he smiled and you looked at him surprised.

“Really?” he nodded. “It’s my favorite too!” And it was just the beginning of things you had it common. You talked about movies, TV series, books, and you found out you had very similar taste. While in the restaurant, you both ordered the same meal without consulting each other beforehand.

“Of course I like that movie. Come on, it’s about dinosaurs, who doesn’t like them?” you smiled. “Like Jurassic Park. It’s a classic!”

“You like it?” he smiled and in that moment you confirmed what he already suspected to be true – you had no idea who he was.

“Oh, yeah, totally. I watched it for the first time when as a kid and totally loved it. All other action movies usually only had adults in it, this one was better, cause it had kids I could relate to,” you smiled and drank your water while he tried to hide his smirk.

“And what do you think about the ginger kid? I think he was quite lame…” he started, but you didn’t let him finish.

“Take that back!” you chuckled. “I won’t allow you to say a bad word about him. He’s my biggest childhood crush,” Joe couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. The situation was just too funny for him. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he moved his napkin on his lips pretending to wipe them, while in reality he was hiding his big smile.

“No, it’s not nothing. Tell me what’s so funny. Are you laughing at me?” He shook his head.

“No, no. I’m just happy you liked my performance, that’s all,” it took you a second to realize what he meant.

“No, come on. It’s not possible,” you muttered in disbelief.

“Joe Mazzello, nice to meet you,” he even took out his ID to prove you he’s not joking. You looked at it and immediately turned red.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry! I feel so stupid right now for not recognizing you. That’s why you looked so familiar… Oh, God. Once again, so so sorry. I must still be dizzy from earlier,” you tried to justify yourself.

“Don’t worry about it. It was actually nice not to be treated differently because of my work for once. Quite refreshing,” he reassured you.

“Well… One thing I have to admit, you know how to make a great impression on a girl even without your star status.”

“I’ll drink to that,” chuckled and lifted his glass with lemonade and you clinked your glasses then both of you drank your non-alcohol drinks. “So, you had a crush on me, huh?” he chuckled quietly.

“I feel so embarrassed right now!” you turned even more red.

“Come on, it was cute!” he chuckled quietly.

“No, it’s embarrassing and you know it. Go on, tell me who your crush was…”

The conversation didn’t stop there, neither did your relation. It soon turned into a boyfriend/girlfriend situation and let me tell you, Joe loved telling everyone the story of how he “saved your life” on your first meeting. You found it annoying at first, but with time you learned to love it. After all, that situation brought you two together.

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innuendostyles · 3 years

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Dad!Joe gives his little baby girl a pep talk every day in the bathroom mirror 🥺

HEY 0.5K OF DAD JOE BC WE ALL NEED IT RN

Olivia’s tiny feet are resting on the bathroom counter, but most of her body is being supported by Joe’s chest, his eyes looking directly in hers in the mirror. They only woke up 10 minutes ago, evident by your daughters messy hair and your husband’s drowsy eyes, clearly not yet fully awake.

He’d begun these little pep talks years ago. When she was a tiny baby and could barely support her own head on her neck, he held her so she could see herself in the mirror and moved to her ear so he could whisper the little mantra he’d memorised. Now, 5 years later, not much has changed. Though now he makes her repeat after him, he still whispers the words in her ear, chuckling when she gets all giggly because of his stubble tickling her cheek.

Today’s no different. You’ve grown used to seeing them two doing their thing every morning when you wake up, and usually it doesn’t affect you, sending them a smile and a kiss on both their cheeks to show your affection.

But something was different this morning. Maybe it was the fact that it was a Sunday, and neither of you had to be anywhere, meaning you could completely relax with your little love cuddling in between you. Maybe it had something to do with the pregnancy test you’d taken last night, confirming the fact that you’d soon have another angel in your arms, and another child for Joe to inspire with his words. He caught your eye through the mirror, though they soon moved to your stomach in the reflection, wondering if you were showing yet (despite you reminding him that when you were pregnant the first time, it took you just over 3 months for any significant change to occur.)

You’d never seen him look this content in the morning, and he could say the same about you.

He shook his head with a smile, mouthing an “I love you” through the mirror. You padded over to the counter, standing behind him with your hands covering Liv’s little feet to hopefully warm them up some.

“Are we ready?” He asked, gently resting his head against his daughters. He was replied to with a small ‘yes’, and a deep breath. She’d started trying to say it all herself, dedicating her days to learning the mantra with her dad so she could hopefully take the lead one morning.

“I am kind.”

“I give people second chances.”

“My actions reflect the person I am.”

“I treat everybody equally.”

“I am beautiful, smart, caring and unique.”

She repeated after her father, tilting her head to rest on top of his and looking into your eyes through the mirror, though they contrasted deeply to the look your husband was giving you. He looked almost smug, as he gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek and whispered,

“I am going to be the best big sister in the world.” She repeated him without really thinking, but when her mind comprehended what she’d just said, her little mouth broke open into an ‘o’ shape and her eyes lit up with excitement.

“I’m gonna be a big sister! And the bestest!”

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har-rison-s · 3 years

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joe mazzello masterlist

A/N: Hiya. So this is a list of Joe writings + Eugene Sledge (from The Pacific) writings. Happy reading!

main masterlist

borhap masterlist

🌙 - smut

🌺 - fluff

💥 - angst

✨ - personal favourite

Eugene Sledge:

back home 🌺💥

back home to you 🌺✨

eugene returns from the pacific war, and you're there to welcome him home :)

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thosequeenboys · 4 years

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Good morning, Joe! @johndeaconshands -Thanks for facilitating this wake up! 💖

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mistymazzello · 4 years

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Cruel Summer | part iv

summary-they used to be best friends, but now that y/n has a boyfriend (that everyone hates), joe and y/n can’t seem to come to terms with their feelings, but it’s no secret to anyone how they truly feel.

warnings- cussing & angst

word count- 1.6k (it’s short ik ik)

a/n-If you’re from another country, the order of grades in highschool goes freshman, sophomore, junior, senior. also, i hate the way i wrote this chapter but here u go🥺this is really just a set up for the drama that’s gonna happen next chapter

based off of cruel summer by taylor swift

Joe hadn’t said much about the girl he was bringing. All you knew was that she was coming that night. You thought about not showing up, but you needed to talk to Joe, and you kind of really wanted to see the girl he was bringing, so as you put on your makeup and got ready, you tried to keep some dignity. It was embarrassing that you just broke up with your boyfriend for someone who doesn’t want you anymore, and it was even more embarrassing that Rami and Lucy knew.

Walking into Rami’s house was a death march. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as you walked through his front door, Lucy grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze.

“I’m sorry you have to do this. I know it sucks, and if you ever want to leave, just tell me and we can go.” She said quietly to you.

“Lucy,” you laughed “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” You lied.

“Alright.” she sighed.

You walked down the steps into Rami’s basement and you felt like your throat had closed up when you saw Joe. He was sitting on the couch, a girl with dark curls clung to his side, holding onto his arm as if she was scared. You almost wanted to laugh.

Lucy said hi to everyone, causing Joe and the girl to turn and look at both of you. Immediately, you locked eyes with Joe, who adjusted his grip on the girl who was practically wrapped around his side. You finally got a good look at her, and she seemed familiar, and you were pretty sure she went to your school. She was pretty, too. You started to wonder if she knew that Joe had tongued you down less than 24 hours ago. You wanted to laugh again.

“Joe, who’s this?” Lucy said, sitting in a chair next to the couch, scooting over to allow you to sit next to her. Gwil and Rami were playing pool while Ben sat in a chair across from the two of you.

“This is Vera.” He smiled.

“Hi” She smiled. “Thanks for letting me come so last minute”

You smiled and looked at Joe. “I guess it is kind of last minute, isn’t it.”

He glared at you.

“Well, I’m Lucy, and this is Y/N.”

“You look really familiar, Vera, do you go to our school?” You asked,

“Oh, yeah. I’m a Junior.” She said, her smile never breaking.

Lucy proceeded to talk to her, but you couldn’t. You silently prayed she would do something wrong so that you could hate her, but she continued to be lovely. You watched Joe intently for a while. You watched how he held onto her, how he would whisper things to her, how he treated her the way you had only dreamed of being treated by him. You realized this is what Joe felt the entire time you dated Carter. You tried to convince yourself that Joe only brought her because he likes her, not because he wanted to make you mad. You knew how conceited you sounded thinking that, but you couldn’t help it. It made sense.

You felt your phone buzz and you pulled it out. Ben had made a groupchat with everyone except Joe and Vera.

Ben-Does this seem a little weird to anyone else?

Gwilym-YES!!! There’s no way Joe was that close with someone and he didn’t tell us, right?

Ben-That’s what I thought too

Gwilym-Should I ask?

Rami-DO NOT ASK

Lucy-Maybe she’s just a clingy person by nature? Like it doesn’t have to be anything serious for them to act like that

Gwilym-They’re literally ON TOP of eachother

You sighed in relief. So you weren’t crazy.

Ben-If we all left they would 100% be fucking in ur basement rami

Rami-STOP

Lucy-I want to hate her so fucking bad but I CANT!!! WHY IS SHE SO NICE!!!!

You put your phone away and looked back at Joe and Vera. It felt like your heart had dropped to your stomach at this point, and it had only been 20 minutes.

You felt like a time bomb. You needed to tell Joe that you had broken up with Carter, and you needed to tell him how you felt.

“I’m gonna go get some water, do you guys want anything?” Joe said, standing up.

A beat passed and you stood up. “I think I’m gonna come with you.” You said casually.

He looked at you, his lips slightly parted. He knew he couldn’t protest, so he just followed you out the door and up the steps.

Your phone began buzzing as you walked into the kitchen but you were too invested in what you were about to say to look at it.

Gwilym-ASK HIM ABOUT IT

Lucy-^^^

Ben-Ask how long they’ve been a thing

Gwilym-WE WANT ANSWERS

You put your hands on the counter and watched him as he walked over to the fridge. “Joe, can we please talk.”

“I came up here to get water, not to have you mess with my emotions.”

“Please.” You begged softly.

He looked at you and sighed, then sat down at the counter.

You sat down next to him and took a deep breath. “She’s really pretty.”

He nodded.

“It’s really hard for me to sit down there and watch you with her, when less than 24 hours ago me and you-”

“You can’t get mad, Y/N. You have a fucking boyfriend! You have Carter, I’m allowed to have Vera!” He said.

“What, so you’re just gonna use Vera to make me mad until I make up my mind?” You shouted back.

“I’m not using her.” He defended.

“Yes you are, Joe!”

“Make up you’re fucking mind, then!”

“I already did.” You looked at him for a few moments. “I broke up with Carter this morning.”

He immediately looked shocked, his mouth opened then closed.

“For you, Joe. I broke up with him for you.”

“Why?” he asked.

You shook your head and stood up, walking away.

“Y/N, I’m serious, why’d you break up with Carter for me?”

You kept walking straight towards the front door, not even bothering to go back into the basement.

He grabbed your arm. “Y/N-”

“Because I love you!” You snapped. “And if you want to be with Vera that’s fine, and I know I can’t get mad because I did the exact same thing to you!”

He let go of your arm. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know.” you replied.

A beat passed.

“I love you, Joe. I have for a while. Isn’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

You both stood there for a few moments and for a second, you thought he might kiss you.

He didn’t.

You didn’t see Vera at all the last week of school. You would think that since it was finals week you and Joe would have been on edge, but there was hardly any exchange between the two of you. It was awkward, and it’s not how you wanted your senior year to end. You didn’t understand how Joe was the one who kissed you first, but now you’re the only one who’s said I love you.

The day of graduation was going by quickly. You were all sitting in the gym, waiting for the ceremony to start. Lucy was crying like she had been all day, everyone was extremely emotional, but you seemed to be in denial. You hadn’t really accepted the fact that your time with your friends was coming to an end, and you didn’t want to. You were standing against the wall, your cap in your hand as you watched all of the people you had grown up with that you would never see in this setting ever again.

Joe slowly walked over to you and stood by you silently.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” He broke the silence.

“What is?”

“Just like, graduating. It feels like we just started high school and now it’s over.” He stated.

You nodded your head, trying not to think about the fact that the last time you talked to him you told him that you loved him.

“Remember how me and you were like, each other's only friends freshman year?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

You both stood there for a while, both of you probably thinking about the same thing.

“Haven’t seen Vera all week.” you said.

He shifted. “I don’t like Vera.”

You heard teachers start calling everyone to get in order.

“Why not?”

“I just don’t.”

You looked at Joe expectantly, silently begging him to say something, anything. You wanted him to tell you that he loved you so you didn’t feel so stupid.

“I’ll see you later.” He said. Not what you wanted to hear.

You nodded.

He began to walk away but he stopped himself, then turned around. “By the way, it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”

You wanted to ask what he meant, but he walked away. You did ask him if you saying that you loved him was the worst thing he’d ever heard, but this isn’t the kind of answer you wanted. Now you were just confused.

Gwilym was the valedictorian, so he had to give a speech. It was very professional with a few jokes, in perfect Gwilym style. You cried, Lucy cried, Joe cried (hard), even Ben cried. And that’s why, after the ceremony, you felt that it was ok that Joe hugged you. You were both sad, and you tried to convince yourself that it didn’t mean anything, but by the way he set his chin on top of your head and stroked your hair, you couldn’t help but convince yourself that it had to mean something.

You tried to make yourself forget the fact that you were in love with Joe that night. You tried to accept the fact that he wasn’t going to love you back and you needed to stop thinking he was, but everytime he said anything to you, you were convinced the next thing he would say is that he loves you.

He was convinced too, but he couldn’t do it.

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m0etenchandon · 5 years

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First Time (reader x virgin!Joe smut)

Pairing: Female reader x Joe Mazzello Summary: You always sit together in class, but your friendship never extended past the four walls of the lecture hall. So, when Joe finally musters up the courage to ask you to hang out, you take your shot. You have pizza, try to watch a movie, and finally show him what he´s been missing out on Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), virgin!Joe, blowjob, premature ejaculation, fingering, pussy eating, unprotected sex, creampie A/N: This is my 2,000 followers celebration! Thank you guys so so much, I don´t know what I would do without you. I love you all! So to thank you, here is some soft virgin Joe smut Word count: 6K

Gif credit to @mazzelloplots

This is pure filth and you are not allowed to read it if you´re under 18. I will block you if I catch minors interacting with this story.

You met Joe the first proper day of Uni. He had stumbled through the door a few minutes late, spotted the first available seat and made a beeline. Fortunately for you, it was the one next to yours. At first you were annoyed. You had hoped you could get some space, especially since it was first thing in the morning, but when you met his gaze your heart made a little flip. It wasn’t necessarily love at first sight, but he was cute. Very cute. His auburn hair was all messy from him having probably just woken up and there was a hint of some light stubble covering his jaw.

Joe was his name. He didn´t introduce himself so you had to peak at his notepad to find it. Joseph Mazzello.

You didn´t talk the first day, but he gave you a soft smile at the end of the lecture. The next day he asked to borrow a pencil. And after that he asked you for the answer to one of the questions. And then a joke which was actually funny. You could never forget the proud smile on his face when you laughed at it. That and his New York accent.

You always sat together and quickly became good friends. But inside of the classroom only.

“Hey Y/N?”, Joe said when you started packing up your notebook and your laptop. It was a Friday and you were eager to get home. Netflix and the wine in your mini-fridge were calling your name.

“Yeah”, you said, shooting him a smile. A blush crept onto his cheeks. God he was too cute. You were absolutely smitten. It was unfair really.

“I-I wanted to ask you if you uhm- I want to- shit I´m sorry”, he mumbled, eyes panicked.

“Joe! Relax”, you giggled, reaching out to grab his arm. It felt firm under your grasp and you had to properly concentrate on not squeezing to feel his bicep.

“Right. Sorry. Uhm- I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime?”, Joe asked. His eyes met yours momentarily before shying away and staring at his feet.

“I would love to, Joe”, you said, a stupid smile plastered on your face. You scribbled your dorm number down on a piece of paper and put it in his hand. “Come around mine tonight at 8”

You walked home with a spring in your step. It wasn´t a date, or maybe it was, but at least it was a start. You really liked him. Whether or not he liked you too was a mystery though. He might just be shy around everyone, right? You hadn´t really see him talk to anyone else, but he answered lots of questions in class and often made them funny. It was strange really how he could go from being the class clown to struggle to ask you one simple question.

You decided to not dwell on it further and unlocked the door to your dorm. There was a note on your side of the room from your roomie. She was going home for the weekend. Thank god. Not that you didn´t like her but it was so refreshing to have the room completely to yourself. Also, it meant that you and Joe wouldn’t get interrupted.

Deciding you were going to order pizza for when Joe came over, you just popped a few slices of bread in the toaster and decided that would have to do for now. You picked up your dirty clothes and made the room all pretty. You didn´t want him to see how messy you really were. At least not right away.

There was a knock at the door at exactly 8pm. Ok this was happening. You felt your pulse increase. You looked over your room one final time. The pillows and blankets on your bed looked very inviting next to your open laptop with Netflix on.

“Hi”, you said when you swung the door open. Joe had put on a sweater that made him look so soft. And cute.

“Hey, Y/N”, Joe answered. He gave you a lopsided smile and took a step into your room. You could see him taking it in, making you oddly nervous.

“So, do you want to watch a movie? I have ordered a pizza for us”, you said, plopping down onto the bed. It wasn´t the biggest bed, but it could fit two people if necessary. And it just meant that you had to sit closer which you definitely weren´t complaining about.

“Oh I thought we were going to study”, Joe said. A pink blush rushed up his cheeks as he gestured to his bookbag.

“It´s a Friday night, Joe”, you giggled, waving him over. “Come here you nerd”

Joe gave you a nervous smile and dropped his bag before heading over to you. It really was a bit of a squeeze to fit you both. You could feel warmth radiating from his thigh over to yours and the way his arm felt firm against yours.

“What do you want to watch then?”, he asked, desperately trying to ignore the tension in the air. You always sat together, just never this close.

“What about this one?”, you said, pointing to the thumbnail of a horror movie. You could feel Joe tense up next to you.

“Uhm what about a comedy instead?”

“Oh don´t tell me you´re scared, Joe”, you laughed. “I´ll protect you don´t worry”

Joe sighed and let you start it.

You regretted it after about 30 minutes because you were both scared shitless. Joe was biting down on his nails, trying to avoid looking at the screen but at the same time not wanting you to know how scared he actually was.

When the main character was chased down a hallway by a guy with a chainsaw, you closed the computer. Not exactly the type of mood you wanted to set.

“Let´s not watch that anymore”, you said, throwing it to the side. You turned to Joe just in time to watch him let out a sigh of relief. The look on his face almost making you melt.

“What should we do instead?”, he asked.

Your eyes fell on his lips as he spoke, and you could immediately feel the tension turn into lust. This was your chance. You could just ask him and get it over with. If he didn’t like you back then fuck it, you could probably get over him. But you needed to know.

“We could kiss”, you suggested, your voice barely above a whisper. But Joe caught it though. His eyes went wide as he stared at you, his mouth falling open slightly. Shit.

“I mean it´s just an option, we don´t have to if you don´t want to. I get it if you only see me as a friend”, you mumbled rapidly. Shit you had messed up.

“No no, I-I want to”, Joe said after a while, taking your hands in his. His long fingers wrapped around your palms, his thumb soothing the skin. It felt warm. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy.

You closed your eyes and leant in, drawing in a breath as you felt his warmth when you moved closer. You stopped just before your lips met his and stopped, wanting him to take the final step. He did. Joe closed the distance between you and pressed his lips to yours. They were soft. Slightly chapped. A wave of warmth spread across your entire body, making your heart flutter.

The kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door. Shit. The pizza.

Joe pouted when you pulled back, his lips pink and puffy. You couldn´t resist. You leant in and pressed another peck to his mouth before moving off the bed. He shifted in his seat and ran his fingers through his hair. Trying to take a deep breath to compose himself.

As soon as you opened the door you could smell the delicious pizza. You hadn´t realized just how hungry you were before now.

“Pizza for Y/N”, the delivery girl said, giving you a kind smile.

“Yes, thank you so much”

You fished out the money along with some tip and thanked her again as she handed you the pizza.

“Smells so good”, Joe said as you closed the door. You half- groaned in agreement and made your way over to him. You sat the pizza down between you and sat crossed legged in front of him.

“So you actually intended this to be a study-date?”, you asked, taking a slice into your mouth and moaning at the taste. It was delicious.

“To be completely honest, I just brought them because I didn´t want you to think that I thought it was a date-date”, he said, blushing.

“Aw you´re so cute, Joe”, you giggled, nudging his knee with your own. “I wanted it to be a date-date”

Joe nearly choked on his pizza. His eyes went wide.

“Really?”, he questioned.

“Of course! I like you, Joe. Why did you think I kissed you?”, you gushed. The deep-red blush that painted his cheeks were enough to have you swoon.

“I don´t know, I haven´t really uhm- I haven´t really kissed that many girls”, Joe admitted. He looked away as he spoke, picking up another slice of pizza and eating it in three large bites. Yep. He was definitely from New York.

“I don´t care, Joe”, you said, giving him a grin once he finally met your eyes again, “And for the record, I couldn´t tell”

“Oh. Well that´s good I guess. Thank you”, he said, wiping his hands on his thighs. Joe paused for a second to look up at you. He seemed nervous all of a sudden again. “Do-does that mean we can do it again?”

“Mhm”, you smiled, moving the half-empty pizza box out of the way. You perched yourself on your knees and leant in. Joe met you on the half-way, his lips melting against yours. You could feel your stomach churn with excitement, his slight stubble igniting the tingles in your panties.

Joe had apparently gotten a surge of confidence, because he pushed his tongue into your mouth, his hands grasping your sides and pulling you into his lap. A gasp left your mouth as you felt the bulge under your crotch. You placed your legs on either side of his body and deepened the kiss. Your hands slid around his head to pull at the hair in the nape his neck, causing Joe´s mouth to fall open against yours.

You took the opportunity to trail your lips across his jaw and down to nibble at his ear lobe. Joe´s grasp on your waist tightened.

“Do you like that, Joe?”, you cooed, pulling at it with your teeth. His breath stifled in his throat.

You smirked against his skin, moving your lips down to suck at his pulse-point. You took his fair skin into your mouth, marking him up. A strangled moan escaped his mouth.

You pulled back to eye your masterpiece, a smirk pulling at your lips at the light purple bruise.

Joe looked absolutely fucked out. His eyes were hooded in pleasure and his lips puffy from kissing. A thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. Huh. Already. That was quick. This was going to be fun.

You made a tentative thrust of your hips, dragging your clothed heat over his crotch. Joe´s eyes shot open in surprise, his fingers digging into your sides. He was already rock hard.

“You´re so hard already”, you said, cocking your head. You grinded down again, seeing his breath hitch in his throat. A vein popping out on his forehead.

“Shit I´m so sorry, Y/N”, Joe said. He tried half-heartedly to push you away. “I-I uhm, I can´t. Fuck I can´t control it”

You giggled at his innocence. God he was cute. So innocent.

“There´s nothing to be sorry about, Joe. I´m flattered”, you said, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips.

You slid your hands down his chest to pull at his sweater.

“I need you to stop me if you don´t want to do this. If you´re not comfortable then we won´t do anything”, you warned, tapping your fingers against his skin.

Joe´s eyes went even wider as he desperately shook his head. He grabbed your hands and pushed them further down towards his crotch. A yelp left his mouth as your fingers grazed over his erection when you were grabbing his shirt.

“Fucking hell”, Joe muttered under his breath, leaning forward to let you pull the sweater off his body. His chest was lightly littered with hair, his pecks and stomach soft.

“I love your body, Joe”, you cooed. You leant down to press your lips to his chest, your fingers sliding down his torso to rest against the waistline of his jeans. His cock was straining against the material, his pulse increasing as you were inches away from where he found himself so desperately wanting you.

“Please”, he whined, hips thrusting up to meet your touch.

You giggled and moved your body down his thighs. You reached out to play with the button of his jeans, letting your fingers graze lightly over his bulge.

“Please what, Joe?”, you teased, looking up to meet his desperate eyes.

“Can you please touch me, Y/N? I need it so bad”, he begged.

You hummed in amusement before leaning down. You pressed your lips against the soft curves of his stomach while your fingers popped the button of his jeans. Joe´s tummy was rising and falling rapidly under you, small whimpers leaving his mouth as your fingers grazed his cock while sliding the zipper down. You looked up at him to check if you could keep going before moving your lips down. Placing a kiss on the waist-band of his briefs, his cock twitched in anticipation just below where you were touching him.

There was a small dark stain on the material where the head of his cock laid. He was visibly throbbing, causing your mouth to water.

You hooked your fingers into the waist of his jeans and boxers and tugged at them. His cock was pressed down as you pulled the material down his thighs, before springing up and hitting his stomach with a loud thud. It was heavy and large, a prominent vein running up the underside. The head glistening with pre-cum.

Joe looked down at you with lust in his eyes, his hands gripping the sheets beside his body.

“Your cock is so pretty, Joe”, you cooed, reaching out to run a finger all the way down his shaft. You pressed against the vein, watching as it twitched underneath you. Joe cursed underneath his breath, biting down on his bottom lip.

“I uh- Shit I have to tell you something”, Joe said, grabbing your hand to stop you from touching him again. You cocked your head, giving him a sweet smile. You had a sneaking suspicion what he was going to tell you, but you needed to hear him say it.

“Go ahead”, you said, squeezing his hands.

“This is really embarrassing but I feel like you need to know, this is my first time. Ever. Like, doing anything”, he said, eyes fleeting away from yours. A deep red blush crept onto his cheeks and chest. Hmm. Yep. That´s what you thought.

“It doesn´t matter to me, Joe. As long as you want to keep going, I want to too”, you said. You tapped the back of his hands to force him to look at you.

“God I want to”, Joe moaned, letting go of your hands. He drew in a sharp breath when you placed them on his hips. Just beside his throbbing cock. “I just want you to know that I don´t really know what I´m doing. Everything I know is from porn”

You giggled and leant up to press a kiss to his lips. Mostly to stop his rambling but also because he was really cute and awkward right now. Joe moaned softly into your mouth, his lips following you as you pulled away. His eyes closed. Wanting more. And that was exactly what you were going to give him.

“I´m going to take such good care of you, Joe. Just sit back and relax”, you whispered, moving down his body again.

You caught his eyes as you leant down. You blew hot air onto the head of his cock, humming in amusement as it jumped. Joe´s knuckles were already going white from how hard he was fisting the sheets.

“Ready?”, you asked, ghosting your lips over his tip.

“Please”, Joe whimpered, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

You smirked before licking a bold stripe from the base of Joe´s cock all the way to the tip. It jumped up to meet your mouth as your tongue swirled the string under the head. A steady stream of salty pre-cum leaked from the slit, and Joe yelled out in pleasure when you licked it all up.

You wrapped your hand around the base before pursing your lips and slowly taking the head into your mouth. It felt warn and soft, the salty taste covering your lips.

“Fuck that feels- oh my god I can´t believe this is happening”, Joe rambled, thrusting his hips to meet your touch.

You squeezed his shaft harder and hummed around the tip, letting your tongue press against the underside of the head. Your eyes were locked on his as you took him further into your mouth, sucking just a little bit harder until- oh. A salty liquid shot out of the slit, coating your mouth and causing you to lift an eyebrow. Ok. That was fast.

“Shit I´m so sorry I couldn´t- oh my god ah it feels so good”, Joe moaned. His back arched off the wall, his hips moving up against his mouth as he emptied himself. His cock throbbed in your hand as you guided him through his high, milking out every last drop of cum.

You pulled off him and sat down on his thighs again, opening your mouth to show him his own load. Joe´s eyes were droopy as he watched you swallow, cursing under his breath when you opened it again. All gone. The salty liquid slid down your throat.

“Hmm, I´d appreciate it if you warned he next time”, you said, a playful smirk pulling at your lips. You reached up to wipe the sweat off his forehead before pressing your lips to it. You moved off his lap and sat down next to Joe, pulling out the pizza and reaching for a slice. Cum wasn´t something you wanted to taste for much longer.

“I´m really sorry, Y/N. I didn´t mean to do that it just felt too good and I tried to hold back but I couldn´t and fuck I´m sorry I didn´t want to ruin this”, Joe rambled, pulling a pillow into his lap to cover his softening cock.

You giggled and offered Joe the last slice, grinning when he looked up at you for a split second before grabbing it. He groaned slightly at the delicious taste. He needed the energy.

“It´s fine, Joe. It happens. I just need you to tell me when you´re close so I can stop or slow down”, you said.

“I´m sorry”, Joe repeated. He threw his head back against the wall in embarrassment. His Adam´s apple bobbed when he swallowed the pizza.

“We´ll work on it. There´s no need to apologize”, you smiled, nudging his knee with yours. “But first, I´m going to enjoy this pizza”

“So we can try that again?”, Joe asked. He bit off another piece of the pizza, his eyes trained on where you did the same. They darkened as you licked your lips.

“I was thinking we could try something else, but yeah. If you want to of course”

A grin spread over his face, his lips curling around the food inside his mouth.

“I want to. Very much so. I´m not sure I can go again right away though”, Joe said. He swallowed the last piece of his pizza.

“I know. That´s why we´re having a pizza break. And, I also need you to get me ready first. That cock of yours won´t fit inside if you don´t”, you said, smirking when you saw Joe´s eyes grow wide. His gaze fell on your boobs before trailing down to your covered heat.

“Uhm do you want me to? Can I touch you? There?”, he stuttered, eyes meeting yours again. You chuckled before wiping your mouth. Joe drew in a harsh breath when you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him towards you, removing his pillow in the process.

You laid down on the bed and pulled him with you, wrapping your legs around his naked waist. His teeth clenched against yours as he settled himself between your legs, both of you giggling into the others mouth. Joe tasted like pizza. Delicious.

“Ca-can I?”, Joe muttered against your lips, whining as his sensitive cock grazed against your inner thigh. He slid one of his hands down your side to your waist, squeezing slightly before moving down to the hem of your shirt. His fingers felt warm on your skin.

“Of course, you can”, you said. You lifted your back off the mattress to allow Joe to slide the material off your body. He drew in a harsh breath when he saw your boobs in that lacy bra you had put on – just in case.

“Do you like it, Joe?”, you teased, smirking at the way he couldn´t pry his eyes away from your chest. “Or-“, you trailed your hand down your own neck, over your boobs before sliding back to the clasp of your bra. “Would you rather me take it off?”

“Off, definitely off”, Joe rambled. His eyes met yours for a brief second before they fell on your boobs again as you unhooked it. You shuddered as air hit your stiff nipples.

You grabbed Joe´s hand and slid it up your body, your fingers urging him to squeeze. He did. Ever so slightly, as if he was afraid he would hurt you. You giggled and moved his hand, pinching his fingers over your nipple. You arched into his touch, a low moan falling from your lips. This gave Joe some confidence apparently, because he looked up to gauge your expression before pulling at the nub a little. Another moan.

“Your hands are so big Joe”, you whined, squirming under his touch, “Feels so good”

“Can I kiss them?”, Joe asked, subconsciously leaning down. As if there was a magnet between his face and your boobs.

You nodded, burying your fingers in his auburn hair, urging him closer. His lips met the soft curve of your breast, his breath hot on your sensitive skin. Joe looked up at you as he moved his lips, pressing a kiss to the area just beside your nipple. His hand cupping the other breast. You could feel his cock harden against your leg, his hips moving against yours on reflex.

Joe hesitated for a moment before wrapping his lips around your nipple. He flicked his warm tongue over the nub before sucking it into his mouth. You moaned and pulled at his hair, feeling tingles go straight to your heat. Absolutely drenching your panties.

“I-I´m going to need you to move on, Joe. Feels way too good”, you whined, pushing him away from your chest. You were throbbing with need.

“Really?”, he asked, a confident smirk playing on his lips. Well, at least until he looked down your torso to your still clothed bottom half. “You´re uhm- You´re going to have to tell me what to do”

“Don´t worry, I´ll guide you through it”, you said with a smile, pulling him up for a kiss before grabbing a pillow and propping it under your torso so you could see down on your lap. “Start by taking my jeans off”

Joe nodded, scooching down and reaching up to unbutton your jeans. He pulled the zipper down while holding his breath, eyes going wide as he saw the matching lace panties you had put on.

You lifted your hips to let him hook his fingers into the waistband. Joe´s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as you told him to take your panties off to, inch by inch of your bare pussy exposed to him as he pulled them down his legs.

“Fucking hell”, Joe whined, desperately trying not to palm his cock as you were naked in front of him. You spread your legs, watching him draw in a harsh breath.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”, you asked. Joe nodded frantically before plopping down on his stomach between your legs. Oh. His head was really close. You could feel his hot breath.

“Definitely”

“Ok, uhm do you want to use your mouth or just your fingers?”, you asked, not really knowing how much you were going to teach him the first time.

“Both”, Joe said. He was determined, you had to give him that. Ok then.

“Eager, are we?”, you giggled, reaching down to run your thumb over his lip. He pressed a kiss to it, shooting you a wink. “Push your middle finger into me, yeah, right there”

Joe´s finger felt amazing sliding against your walls, your breathing already increasing.

“Oh god”, you whined, throwing your head back. “Another one. Curl them upwards”

He nodded before sliding his ring finger in as well. His digits were thick, strong. God you swear you could have cum right then and there. A rush of pleasure shot up your body as he curled them, somehow hitting your g-spot at the first try. You drew in a sharp breath and reached down to stop his hand, keeping his hand in place until you had calmed down just a little bit. Your chest rising and falling.

“What´s wrong?”, Joe asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Nothing. I just need a moment”, you said, breathing heavily. God how was he this good without even having any experience?

Joe grinned, obviously proud of himself.

“Uhm, ok if you want to, you can start kissing the inside of my thighs. Just keep your fingers still for a little while”

“Ok. I can do that”, Joe said. He leant down to press his lips to the apex of your thighs. Oh. That was nice. A rush of electricity shot up your body. Goosebumps forming on your skin. Joe´s stubble rubbing in the most delicious way possible.

“Yeah that feels very good”, you moaned, trying not to move your hips too much “Just keep kissing. Do you know where the clit is?”

“Here?”, Joe asked, pressing a kiss to the hood of your clit. A gasp left your mouth. Yep. That was it. You nodded, earning a cocky grin from Joe. He pressed his lips against it, adding a little more pressure.

“Fucking hell. I uhm- just keep kissing my clit, take turns licking too. I don´t know, my brain doesn´t seem to be working right now. I´ll tell you if it feels weird”, you rambled on, feeling the vibrations from Joe´s chuckle through your body. Your neck almost cramping up with how hard you were straining to look.

“Oh ok. Like this?”, Joe asked, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub. Your walls clamped down on his fingers, already feeling the knot in your stomach start to tighten.

Joe took your loud moan as a yes and kept going. He alternated between flicking his tongue over your clit in fast moves, pressing small kisses to it and the surrounding areas in between.

“You taste really good. I haven´t tasted anything like it”, Joe mumbled, his words almost muffled by your pussy. “And I can´t actually believe I´m doing-“

“Less talking more licking, Joe”, you said, growing inpatient. You were so close.

“Right. Sorry”, he giggled, leaning back down. “Do you want me to move my fingers again?”

“God yes. Just rub them against the front”, you instructed, gasping when Joe did just that. He watched in awe as you threw your head back in pleasure. Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, the tight knot almost becoming unbearable as Joe wrapped his lips around your clit again. He sucked it into his mouth while working your g-spot with his fingers.

Short puffs of air were leaving your lungs as you inched closer and closer to your high. Joe´s surprisingly skillful fingers urging you forward. His hips grinding into the mattress, the view of him all fucked out and with his lips wrapped around your clit almost too much to bear.

“I-I´m going to, holy fuck- I´m going to cum”, you whined, tugging at his hair even harder. Your fingernails digging into his scalp.

Joe nodded against your heat, sucking your clit harder, rubbing your g-spot faster. There was no way you were going to be able to hold back. Your orgasm washed over you like tidal wave, almost knocking all the air out of your lungs. It felt like a rubber band snapped in your pussy, your walls clenching around his digits, clit twitching in Joe´s mouth.

He watched intently as you came down, fingers guiding your through your high.

“Oh my god you- shit it´s too much”, you half yelled, pulling his face away from your heat. Joe apologized, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before retracting his fingers. He brought them to his lips and licked them clean, earning a groan from the bottom of your throat.

“That was so hot, Y/N”, Joe mumbled, looking down at how wet you were. How your clit was still twitching with aftershocks. His cock begging for attention.

“You´re good at that, Joe. Are you sure you haven´t done it before?”, you giggled, pulling him up to your face. His lips tasted faintly of your juices, his hard cock digging into your thigh.

“Positive”

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop here if it´s getting too much”, you said, running your fingers along his jaw.

“I really want to, Y/N. I´m so fucking hard again”, he half-wined.

“Hmm, I can feel that. Do you have any condoms?”

“Yeah hold on”, Joe said, scrambling out of the bed. He walked over to where his jeans were discarded and reached for his wallet. There was a deep flush covering his chest and face, his cock standing at full attention. Red and dripping with pre-cum.

“Shit”, he mumbled, reading the label of the condom he fished out. “It´s out of date”

Joe went bright red, desperately wishing he had just said he had none.

“God you´re so cute, Joe”, you giggled, making grabby hands at him, “I already know you´re a virgin, I´m not going to judge you. Besides, I´m clean so we can go without if you want to? If not, you´re going to have to run to the store”

“Really? Holy shit I want that”, Joe groaned, his cock twitching in anticipation. He made his way over to you, positioning himself between your legs again.

“Just slide in whenever you´re ready, and then let me adjust for a few seconds, ok?”, you asked, running your fingers up and down his arms to try and calm his nerves. Joe nodded, grabbing his cock and running it through your folds. You shuddered at the sensation.

He looked down as he pushed in, watching your pussy swallow him inch by inch. Your juices slicking him up and allowing him to slide in easily. He let out a loud groan as he bottomed you out, his head falling into your neck.

You tried to remain composed, knowing that you were the one who was supposed to be experienced, but it just felt so good. He filled you up just right, your walls clenching around him as you adjusted. Stretching you in a way that sent goosebumps over your entire skin, tingling with pleasure. You wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails into his fair skin.

“C-Can I move? I don´t know how much longer I can hold it”, Joe moaned, his hip stuttering slightly. The mere feeling of your walls contracting around him enough to push him right up to the edge.

“Y-yes”, you said, feeling Joe pull back the second the words left your mouth. He moaned into your neck as he pushed back inn, feeling your warm pussy engulfing him. The wetness creating an obnoxious sound, filling the room.

Joe´s back was sweaty and hot under your fingertips. He sped up slightly, his breathing increasing.

“A-are you close?”, you asked, wrapping your legs around his waist. It allowed him to go even deeper, Joe´s hips stuttering.

He nodded into your neck, not trusting his words. He made the mistake of looking down to see your wet pussy wrapped around his cock, causing a desperate yelp to leave his mouth.

“Slow down, Joe”, you said, wanting this to last longer even though you knew it wouldn´t. You wish you could spend the entire evening like this. Joe´s cock buried deep inside, nudging you towards your high with every thrust. Pleasure filling your entire body.

“I-I”, he tried, whimpering, “I can´t hold it. I´m gonna cum”

You clenched around him, feeling his cock twitch inside.

“Holy shit that doesn´t help, Y/N”, Joe moaned, closing his eyes as he tried to hold back.

Joe was moaning into your neck, his hips moving against yours at a frantic pace. His balls felt heavy, your walls practically forcing his orgasm out of him.

“It´s ok, Joe. You can cum. Cum for me”, you urged, pushing him further inside with the heels of your feet.

Joe stilled as you pushed him over the edge, spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting out to coat your walls. He bit down on your shoulder, trying to conceal the high-pitched whine that wanted to leave his throat.

You stroked his back through his high, feeling his body go limp after he was done. He slumped down on your chest. His softening cock resting against your inner thigh, his cum sticky against your skin. Not to mention the puddle that was currently sliding out of your pussy.

“You´re not a virgin anymore”, you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. He giggled against his skin before pressing his lips to your neck.

“Thank you. Should I be thanking you? I feel like I´m high right now. That was so fucking good I can´t believe how amazing it was. You were so tight and so wet and so oh god I just loved it”, Joe mumbled. He pulled back and rested his chin on your chest, looking up at you. His hair matted to his forehead. His cheeks red.

“There´s no need to thank me. I wanted to Joe. Remember, I was the one who invited you over”

“Right.. did you cum too?”, he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

You smiled, reaching down to move his hair out of his face.

“No, but it doesn´t matter. I wasn´t expecting too”, you said, completely honest.

“Was it that bad?”, Joe questioned, but the tone in his voice gave away the fact that he didn´t really want to know the answer.

“No”, you giggled, “I don´t have to cum for it to feel good. You did good. I´m not complaining”

“Oh ok. I can eat you out again if you want to?”, he suggested.

“Relax, Joe. We have the entire weekend. We can go again later”, you giggled. You leant down to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let´s get cleaned up and watch another movie and if we still feel like it, we can go again”, you said with a smile.

“I´d like that”

“Good. Maybe this time you will warn me before shooting your cum down my throat”, you teased, pushing him off you and heading for the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“Hey! You told me it was fine”, he protested. You turned around to give him a wink before turning the corner. Joe did the next time. And the time after that.

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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

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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Just a little first day of school fluff for Joe's daughter.

You had all been preparing for this day, this moment.

You had all gone together to buy her new clothes, shoes, a backpack, crayons, and all the other necessary items for back-to-school. Except it wasn’t just back-to-school for your daughter. It was her first day of school ever.

Joe was a nervous wreck this morning, already eating his weight in pancakes while your daughter just picked at hers.

She was just as nervous as Joe, but neither one of them were trying to show it.

Joe had helped her pick out her outfit, and attempted to help her sort out her hair. Your daughter wanted a ballerina bun, but it mostly just looked like a sloppy mess on top of her head. Joe had always been hopeless with his daughter’s hair. Rami had even offered to teach him his new skills with french braiding. You were still giggling about that Carly video, which Rami’s wife had sent you.

You unfortunately weren’t going to be able to see your daughter off to her first day of school because you were a teacher yourself, and had a new batch of first graders that you needed to welcome at the same time. Fortunately, kindergarten and first grade had lunch at the same time, so you’d be able to keep an eye on her then.

You left for work aftering making sure that your two love bugs had everything that they could possibly need.

Joe and your daughter left about a half an hour after you did.

It took both of them to try and hold it together in the car.

Pulling the car into the parking lot, Joe let out a deep sigh.

“You ready Princess? You are growing up so fast but you will really love Kindergarten. " he says, looking in the rear view mirror to see her with tears in her eyes.

"No Daddy. I'm scared! I-I-I don't want to go." She starts to cry.

"Hey baby girl, it's going to be okay. Rami's daughter is going to your school too, so you'll see her on the playground and at lunch." he tries to soothe, while choking back his own tears.

They head into her classroom and her teacher Mrs. Bennett was waiting with a warm smile.

After getting her settled, and after several minutes of tears on Joe's daughter's part he heads out.

He saw Rami and his wife ahead of him but wanted to allow them time to process the first day sadness. Once Joe was back in his car he let the tears fall. He was going to miss his baby girl being at home with him all day.

He decided that a doughnut would make him feel better so he headed to his favorite local pastry shop, and bought himself an apple juice to go with the doughnut.

He opened his juice and took a sip, but managed to spill some on his shirt.

"Well great! Can this day get any worse?!" He whines aloud to himself.

He starts eating his doughnut while on the road, and ended up biting his finger in the process.

He just sighs out loud and shoves the rest of his doughnut in his mouth.

Joe passes the time of the day by doing some laundry, eating three sandwiches, checking his emails, and texting Rami. Soon enough it was time to go pick up his daughter he couldn't get in the car fast enough.

She was ready and waiting and screamed for him the moment she saw him. She ran towards him with open arms and hugged him as tightly as her little body allowed.

"Daddy can we go get ice cream?" she asks.

"Absolutely! Daddy is gonna call Rami and see if they want to come too." he says as he buckles himself into the car.

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poedjarin · 4 years

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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

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ficstogo · 5 years

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What A Difference!

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Summary: Joe has always had a crush on you since he was young but you’re four years older than him and it has always been a struggle. Now that you’re adults, things could be different.

Word Count: 4277

Warnings: None

To say that Joe was just a friend would be a lie. You would say that he might be the closest friend you’ve ever had, while you’d be his greatest friend in his entire life. Your father and his dad were the greatest of friends, so of course their children would be hanging out with each other quite often. So for the earlier statement on being Joe’s greatest friend is not a lie. You were four years older than him so of course you’d be on the list of people he’s known for so long. You could find yourself in his baby pictures, including when he was just born. Like stated, your dads were great friends.

Four years wasn’t too bad of a difference. Except it was for Joe. All his life. Scratch the whole “greatest” and “closest” friends thing. You were his bestest friend. The issue is, he’s had a crush on you since he was eight. He could remember the first time he took in your appearance at that age. You were sweet and pretty and easy to get along with. Even though you were older, you never treated him like a baby and that’s what he appreciated. Not like your other siblings, especially your sister who was only a year older than him. (When she found out that age gets you to places, she couldn’t help but flaunt it). Not only that, but since you were above him, he was able to go to you for all his problems, as you weren’t too far away from the experiences he was going through. Since you’ve been there and done it, it helped having time to grow and learn from each experience, you always were the one to get the best advice from.

He remembered the time how he was to attend his audition for Jurassic Park. He was a nervous wreck as he knew who Steven Spielberg was and how much of a big deal he his. You weren’t into the actual acting business but you were one of the main roles for your school play a year ago and so you used that experience to help him with this big deal. You told him that it would be like every other audition that he’s done before, to not mind who the director is and that if he tried too hard, his best wouldn’t shine. You made sure to tell him to practice his lines and do what he feels is right and that if he didn’t get the role, it’s not the end of the world. He paid attention to every word you said, knowing that you could never be wrong and because of that advice, he got to play Tim Murphy.

Your teenage years was what made things a little awkward. You knew about his young boy crush but you always thought he’d get over it eventually. That’s when you realized that he never really did as he got jealous with the boyfriends you had throughout high school. But there was one point in time that made you feel all sorts of strange when you caught him and his friends sneaking a peek from your bedroom door while you were changing to go for a night out with some friends. You felt a strange shift in the air whenever you were around him especially since you didn’t go after him about it, not wanting to embarrass him.You never caught him doing it again but he couldn’t look you in the eyes afterwards. That’s when you took it upon yourself to sort it all out.

“Joe, can we talk?” You asked him one day catching him while he was walking his bike back to his house.

He took a slight peek at you and stopped right where he was, looking around the neighborhood in a nervous manner. “Uh, yeah, sure. What do you want to talk about?”

“That night I caught you and your friends peeking at me.” You said a bit sternly to make sure he wouldn’t take this lightly.

“You’re not gonna tell my mom are you!? I’m so sorry! I wasn’t trying to peek at you I swear!” He panicked.

“Joe! Relax! I’m not going to tell your mom. I just wanna talk about what happened that night. You’re acting really weird and I really want to help you.”

“R-really? I didn’t mean too! I swear!” He felt guilty, that was certain. He was also scared from that day on. He had no idea on what to do and usually when he didn’t know what to do, he would go to you but he couldn’t do that. He thought that since you didn’t confront him that day, he would play along as if nothing happened. Joe thought he was doing a real good job at it since you never came to him but at this very moment, he realized that even though he was a child actor, he somehow couldn’t act his way around you.

“Then what happened?”

“I was hanging out with your brother in his room with our other friends, your mom called him downstairs and he took awhile and the other guys started getting bored. I waited and they left and then they called me over saying there’s something I should see and took me to your bedroom door. I swear I didn’t know what they were showing me and by the time they did you already caught me!” Joe expressed without taking a single breath of air. He was letting out his guilty confession as it was festering over time. He kept looking at you with pleading eyes, praying that you believed him. He knew better and he only hoped you didn’t look at him differently afterwards. He didn’t want to ruin his chances with you.

“It’s ok, Joe,” You place a hand to his shoulder in order to comfort him. “I understand. You didn’t know what you got yourself into and before you knew it, all of this happened.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I just didn’t know what to do after that and I was afraid that if I brought it up, you wouldn’t want to be friends with me anymore. I didn’t want to make you feel weird or anything…” He said as his voice calmed down from his franticness.

You gave a small smile at his thoughtfulness. You thought for a split second that he was being a little creep but after the days that followed, he was always so nervous and you knew that he was too nice of a boy to try and do something so scandalous like that.

You pull him in for a hug with a reassuring pat on his back. “Aw, Joe, how could I possibly stop being friends with you! You had me worried from how quiet you were all the time and I didn’t want to say anything in front of anyone.”

“So you forgive me?” He looked up at you.

“Of course! I get what happened and I get that you were embarrassed. I can’t stay mad at you!”

From that day on, Joe couldn’t help but look at you differently from before. If anything, his little crush on you turned even bigger. You had his absolute trust and although he had plenty of people in his life to trust, he looked up to you more than anyone else in the world.

Throughout the years you two have seen each other at family get togethers and each year, you two made sure to have some quality time with one another. Especially now that you two are older and are able to connect better than when you were younger. These get-togethers provided an insight as to what kind of person Joe has come to be and honestly, you never felt closer to anyone except him.

Tonight was a special event. It was your brothers wedding and although it was small and took place at your parents backyard, there was a large crowd. He made sure to invite everyone, including the Mazzello clan. And that’s when you saw him. He was all dapper and clean cut with a nicely fitted suit that looked made for an actor. You always thought he was handsome but for some reason tonight, with the air full of love and everyone enjoying themselves, he was especially someone you wanted to look at for a good while. You didn’t meet up with him right away but after the ceremony you made a beeline for the drinks to calm your nerves before finding Joe.

As it turns out, Joe had the same exact thought. When he entered the backyard, he took sight of you. Like you, he always thought you were beautiful but tonight you glowed in your simple dress and heels and your loosely twirled hair that was done in a low bun. You looked free and natural, how he always liked. The fact that it was your brother getting married made him worried that maybe you were next to be standing in front of friends and family with your significant other. He could already feel his heart racing and was in desperate need to loosen up.

Once the both of you noticed each other in the occupied kitchen, you both swallowed your anxieties and leant in to each other for a hug and kisses on each others cheek. “Wow, Y/N, you look just…absolutely incredible.” Joe says as he pulls away with a gentle hand on your waist.

“Thank you! You look…really good tonight.” You say as you eye him up and down hoping that the way you said that didn’t come out sounding all yearnful. Oh no, that’s exactly what I’m feeling like, huh?

“Thanks!”

“I really like your suit,” You say reaching for the lapels of his suit jacket. The feeling of your delicate fingers gliding over the fabric made him want to lean in more but resisted to do so in fear of being that weird little boy all over again. “Very snazzy.”

He could only let out a nervous chuckle out as your hand went back to your side, exhaling a breath of relief along with it so you wouldn’t notice. “I know right. I tried to find something that looked good. The hard part was to find something that fitted well so I didn’t have to bother going to a tailor.”

“Well, it really does fit you good.” You gave out a smile. You didn’t know it but you looked at him a bit longingly. Joe did and could feel his cheeks rise in temperature. Did you have a thing for him? Is he reading the look on your face right?

Clearing his throat once he noticed it fell quite between you two, he then asks your preference in beverage. It was strange this time around. You two had never been this awkward with each other, or, at least, he’s never been this awkward before and he didn’t know what it was now that was causing it. Maybe it was the fact that you were both at a wedding or maybe it was because he was afraid of getting comfortable with you all over again that it reminds him that those feelings for you that never went away. He didn’t know but from the time spent on waiting to get your guys drinks to the walk to the patio, both of your nerves have completely melted away and you two were back on track on being the friends from childhood duo once more.

“Looks like your brother’s having the time of his life.” Joe points out as he sees him swinging his now wife across the dance floor. Honestly, looking at them made him yearn for that kind of happiness. His luck with women hasn’t been the best as of late and this wedding only made him realize how single he was.

“I know. I just can’t believe he got married before all of us and he’s the youngest. I’m just wondering what his secret is…” You say in a tone of aw and curiosity.

“What do you mean? You didn’t bring a date with you?” Joe’s ears perked for your response. Whether he knew it himself or not, he was hoping to hear a no. Although it may be harsh, he was hoping to hear you were having the same troubles as him and to his relief, you did come here by yourself.

“Yeah, I went out on a few dates with some guys but they were all flops so I just didn’t bother really. I mean honestly, my parents aren’t constantly asking me when am I going to find a man, which is nice, so there really wasn’t much pressure to bring anybody for the wedding. What about you? You bring anyone special?”

Joe could only laugh as he continued to look on at the dance floor. “No, uh, with work and then trying dating apps and everything else in between, no one really peaked my interest or I didn’t with there’s.”

“Hmm, well, we can be single together.” You gave a sly smile as you nudged his arm with your elbow.

Joe then goes on to laugh some more at your words. “Yeah. I much rather have that. At least with you, I’ll know what I’m getting myself into.”

You raise an eyebrow at that with a smile on your face. “Oh yeah? And what antics were you thinking we’d get into.” As soon as you said that, the DJ transitions to an oldie but a goodie. One that at the time, it was too peppy to understand that it’s lyrics were a little depressing but it’s beat was something Joe definitely wanted to dance to.

Joe stands on his nice leather dress shoes while setting his glass down and offers his hand to you. You gladly accept it as you already knew where he was leading you to. “Well for one, dancing our asses off and showing everyone our stuff.” His smile was what got you right at that moment and you really didn’t know why it took you by surprise but it did and you felt a little different than all the other times he’s smiled.

He wasted no time in showing his moves, bopping around and staring you down in a comical way. You only stood there laughing at him while nodding your head as you couldn’t believe the way he was dancing but he stuck his hand out once more. You pulled yourself into him little and bopped along with him. As one song came to an end another took its place and you two didn’t slow down at all. You were having too much fun and Joe was as well. He can admit that although you two weren’t the greatest dancers in the world, you two sure had the best energy on the dance floor, especially when together. Sure you may tripped over each others and feet and maybe stepped on a toe or two but any form of embarrassment would take place for just a second until it vanished into pure fun once more.

Once the DJ noticed that most of the guests have either sat down or started to slow down in their steam, he transitioned into a slow song. A song meant for couples. A song where you would hold each other close and whisper sweet sugar to each other. Joe took notice when he heard the first couple of notes while you kept on dancing to the end of the previous song. While you two were having fun, why not pull you in for one of these songs? You felt a hand on your waist confusing you until you noticed it was Joe’s. He only gave you knowing eyes as to ask permission. You placed your hands on his shoulders and decreased the distance between you two.

The both of you just swayed side to side smiling and chatting away. By the next song, you felt all too comfortable as you had your head resting on his shoulder while your fingers played with the ends of his hair. Joe could feel the drums playing in his chest. This was all too perfect. Too perfect for it to end. Too perfect that he wanted it to end before he fall any harder for you. He wanted it to end so he didn’t have to be reminded that there is no him and you, at least not in the way he wanted it to be. He wanted so bad for it to end but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He convinced himself that this would be a nice souvenir. A nice piece of closure so he’d know what it felt like to hold you this close.

Because of that, he found his cheek resting on your head with eyes closed. He could smell your wonderful perfume, feel the way his arm wrapped around you so well while he resisted his other hand to rub up and down your back in an affectionate way. He could only let out a deep breath as he kept on holding you close while you clinged on to him.You felt it too. The feeling of wanting to be so close to him, to do little things that would deem questionable amongst strangers if they knew you were only friends. The scene before them could only make them argue against that. You kept yourself from turning your head to face his neck and have your nose tickle the skin while you inhaled more of his rich cologne. You stopped yourself from snaking your hands to rest on his cheeks for a bit so your fingers can graze against the skin there that looked as if he only shaved recently. To be honest you liked the scruff he always tried to grow.

It was hard for the both of you to pull away from each other as soon as new upbeat song started to play. You two only stayed the way you were for a moment more but in that moment you both felt as if you were on the same page so you when you pulled away from each other slowly and timidly looked in one anothers eyes, it was for some reason not as awkward as you thought it would be.

From there, you took Joe’s wrist and pulled him inside of the house, passing all the guests that took no notice and up the staircase and down the hall. In that moment Joe would have freaked out, would have been out of his mind as to what you were planning but he wasn’t. He was calm, trusting, dazed. It’s as if he was in a complete trance, accepting of whatever you were about to do. He snapped out of it as soon as he notice where he was. Your old room. Now he was nervous.

You only pulled him down to sit with you on the side of your bed that faced the window that overlooked the backyard. Everyone was still as lively as you left them. “I’m sorry I pulled you away from the party, I just wanted a some quite for a bit.”

“No, it’s, uh, no problem.” Then it fell silent as you both looked through the window. Joe looked but he took glimpses of your hand still gripping his wrist. You were too much in the zone to care about how Joe would react about you placing your head on his shoulder as you continued to look out. Even though you were in your old room, with your family downstairs having fun, you never felt more at home than how you were situated right now. This whole thing felt too comfortable. So cozy. So at peace and it was all because you were with Joe. That’s when you noticed that this feeling was nothing new. That whenever it was just you two, you never felt more at ease, as if the world could send you a hundred problems for you to bear and yet you wouldn’t feel a single ounce of stress because Joe was next to you. That’s exactly what was going on right now but this time you were acknowledging it and you really didn’t know what to do with that truth.

“You know, when I was a lot younger, I always imagined how our wedding would’ve gone.” He had a smile on his face as he saw all that danced away and chatted. Chuckling was what came naturally to you in response.

“Oh yeah? How did it go?”

“Well I was still cute wearing a tux and you were wearing that one white flowy dress you wore for easter sunday, when you were like, what, twelve?”

“Right, the one with the giant sparkly bow in front of it. Mom was so happy when she founded it when she went out shopping.” You laughed at the memory. She was so insistent on you wearing it for the closest special occasion and easter happened to be the most available. You even remember whining to her about how you were old enough to pick your own clothes and how you should go out and buy another nice dress to wear instead of that one. In the end you gave in as she guilt tripped you about how you were growing up so fast and how she wanted this one last ditch effort into treating her baby.

You could feel the heat on your cheeks when you heard Joe laugh. “Yeah, and uh, everyone was there in a church and you were holding this really nice bouquet of daisies for some reason instead of like, I don’t know roses.” From that point, Joe just kept chuckling at himself. As he kept talking, you both didn’t realize that you were lying against his arm with your legs curled up and your hand holding onto his forearm.

This time Joe laughed harder as he remembered this small detail from his memory. “And-And there was, there was the wedding cake but ins-instead of a bride and groom, it was-it,” he couldn’t help but die at the memory. What was his eight year old mind thinking? His infectious laugh had got you going as well. “It was a T-rex and one of your old polly pockets you gave to your sister.” You snorted at his confession, leaning back further, not able to catch any air into your lungs.

“Oh my god, and there was a circus! And a bounce house! Oh my god!”

“Joe s-stop! I-I can’t breathe!” Soon enough, all the laughing died down and the both of you were able to think straight once more as the oxygen reached your brains.

“Can I just be honest with you for a minute?” He said in a more serious tone.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“Back then, I thought you were, like, my one and only because you know how kids are.” You only nodded as you continued to look out of the window. “And I know, that you know how much I like you. I think it was so obvious to everyone,” Did he say like or liked? “But you never made fun of me or treated me any different and I just wanna say thanks for that.”

“Of course Joe. If anything, you’re probably my bestest friend and I couldn’t mess that up for anything.” You finish saying. Joe could only look down and chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s the thing though. I understand that me being young, it’s a lot easier to have a crush and everything but now that I’m older, where I’ve grown out of that stuff, I only come to realize that I’ve never grown out of the feelings I have for you. I know, I know, you’re not interested but I just want you to know that now that we’re both older, I know exactly how I feel and being adults, I think it’s best if you know.”

It was strange. You’ve always known and yet it still surprised you. You’ve always known and never thought much of it. Now you were thinking so many things at once and yet only one thought occurred. Your hand slid to lay atop of Joe’s hand, playing with his fingers. “Who said I wasn’t interested?”

Once he heard you say that, he turned his head to look down at you. You only took a peek at him before going back to look at your hand. “You’re not serious are you?”

“Well if you ask me, you could actually get an answer.”

“Alright…Well, do you maybe wanna go out sometime with me?”

You only turn your head to look up at him, he looked cool and collective with a small knowing smile on his face but his eyes told a different story and for some reason you didn’t want to see him all tensed up. “How about tomorrow night? Or are you busy then?”

A mental sigh of relief escaped him as he gave you a bright smile. “Tomorrow night would be fantastic…”

“Tomorrow night it is then. For now, lets just cozy up. I really don’t want to move from this spot.” You gave a wink as he only smiled bigger. This felt like one of the many dreams Joe has had in the past but to you this felt like a step towards a path you wish you done a while ago. Maybe because it had been years since anyone ever brought it up or maybe it never occured to that this could happen, that you were both adults that knew what you wanted.

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ellus986 · 4 years

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Always knew you / chapter twentytwo

Joe Mazzello x reader

Warning: angst, fighting, nightmares, crying, sex

Comment: Y/N is corrently 23, while Joe is 36.

Summary: you knew Joe all of your life, and as best friends you two always find the way back to each other.

Joe opens the door like nothing happend, but when he sees you sitting next to some suitcases he stops in his movement.

“Hi... you find more stuff? I thought we packed everything out...” his eyes are telling you he feels something is wrong.

“No, we did pack everything out!” You say so quietly, you feel your heart just turned into ice right now.

“Than what are those?” He asks, and you just throw the tabloid in his face. “What the hell are you...” he starts but than he sees the headline.

“So that is why I shouldn’t read all those “bullshits”?!” You scream.

“I can explain!” He holds up his hands.

“Ooh God, you can explain?” You laugh, while holding your hand on your round belly. “It is the worst you can say to a woman, who saw the headlines saying you are cheating on her!”

“She is working for the company I’m coordinating with!” He says.

“The one you have meetings with for months now? And you didn’t told me? How is fucking her?” You ask, and feel your heart breaking.

“I didn’t fuck her, Jesus!” He yells back. “We only had two fucking meeting, I huged her, that is all!”

“You were with her tonight! Am I right?” You ask with tears in your eyes.

“Yeah, it was the second meeting” he can’t look in your eyes.

“I’m out of here!” You grab your bags.

“Wait!” He screams, grabing your hand. “You want to leave like that? I didn’t do anything!”

“You didn’t said anything either!” You cry out.

“What you expected me to do?” He yells at you again.

“I don’t fucking know! Maybe fucking tell me you are working with your fucking ex?” You scream. “I’m your fucking wife... fuck, just months and our princess will be born, and you just do this!” You hold your belly, while crying.

“I didn’t do anything!” He screams with tears falling from his eyes. “I don’t wanna lose you!”

“Me neither, but it is too much for me now!” You look at him. “I want to trust you, but if you act like this, I can’t!”

“I wasn’t about to keep it a secret from you!” His voice is so quiet now, you almost can’t hear him, as he just collapses to sit on the floor.

“Than why didn’t you told me?” You ask looking in his eyes, while you get down too.

“I wanted, but then you were so happy, and I didn’t wanted to make you sad, or upset...” he sniffs.

“You did hurt me now! If you just tell me, maybe I would be upset, but not hurten...” you cut in.

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!” He starts to cry again.

“You always do this! Broke my heart and then just cry sorry!” You shake your head.

“It happend once, once and I was just as stupid now, as there!” He tries to swallow his tears.

“What do you want from me?” You sniff, sitting on the floor in tears. “After this, I should just wait until you say sorry for cheating on me?”

“I would never ever cheat on you, Silly!” He climbs closer to you, but you get your hand out of his, as he tries to hold it. “You are the love of my life, my wife, the mother of my children, the air I breath, you are everything for me! Please, please forgive me that I didn’t said anything, it wasn’t ever my purpose to hurt you!” He kisses your cheek, but you just get away from him. “Please don’t rip my heart out! I need you, I can’t... I can’t... I just can’t lose you!”

“Give me time and space!” Your tears are falling from your cheek. “I just don’t know how to process it, and how to process that everyone now thinks you cheated on me!” You bury your face in your hand. “I hate this, I hate our life is so fucking public if we want it or not...”

“I know, I hate this too, I hate when they just make up things from one thing, or they just want to have a say in our life!” He nods. “Do you wish you choose someone else?” He looks on the floor as he can’t even look in your eyes.

“I love you, so it would be hard to choose someone else...” you wishper. “Even I hate you right now!”

“You don’t hate me...” he looks in your eyes.

“No, I don’t...” you let out a sigh.

“Will you leave me?” He sniffs.

“I need time, alone!” You answer.

“I sleep on the couch if it is good for you! You can have our room!” He says with a smile that does not reach his hazel eyes. The hazel eyes you loved so much, still cursed right now.

“I guess, but I just leave these here, in any case!” You nod as you get up, and head to the bathroom. He does not follow you, and you are happy he really leaves you some space to think. You make yourself a warm enough bath, and sit in. “Ooh princess, what should mommy do?” You look at your belly, like you would get an answer. “I don’t want you to come to something like this, and I don’t want you to suffer between us neither!” You wishper. “I want the best for you, even if it hurts me, or your daddy. Ooh I wish I would know what is the best...” you whisper, and hear some sniffing behind the closed door. You don’t say anything to make him realise you hear him. You just sit there in silence. Just some minutes later you hear his loud steps getting away from you.

You just get out of the room, only wearing your towel when you hear him on the phone. “Yes, I ask you to not send Jessica anymore for any meetings with me!” He sighs. “Yes, we were a couple years ago... Yes it is in the past, but it is making my wife uncomfortable, and I totally get it, so I don’t want her to feel this way.” He is covering his face with his hand , you are standing on the top of the stairs, you see him from the back, but he does not realised you are there. “If you can’t make this happen I need to say we can’t work together anymore!” He is almost yelling. “Yes, I will be in tomorrow to sign that shit, bye!”

You walk away before he turns. You get into your bed and hear It’s late from Queen playing so loud downstairs. “It is not fair to use the guys to win me over again!” You shout down from your bed.

“Is it working?” He shouts back.

You just don’t answers, just scroll through the insta stories of today. You don’t get too far when Joe’s comes up. It is a fully black screen with the following on it: “Lovely DM’s, but I’m not a cheater, I never was, and never will be!”

You just put it on your story as you see the fans angry DM’s in your instagram too. You want them to not look at him as a cheater, simply because he is not. You put the caption over it. “Thank you tabloids, but we don’t need your bullshits!”

“It is working!” You hear Joe’s excited screaming.

“Big boy, I try to save your reputation, not get you in my bed!” You shout back.

“That is enough for me today!” Comes the answer.

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Days went by and you were like two ghost in your new house. Joe stayed on the couch everynight, and you never called him to join you, even you missed him so much from there. Everynight as you speak to your unborn daugther you here him sobbing, but he never says a word to make himself known there, until today.

“Oh Princess I miss him too, but you can’t punish me all night long!” You wishper as your baby kicks one more inside your stomach.

“Is she kicking?” You hear Joe’s weak voice from outside of the door.

“Yes!” You indorse.

“I don’t wanna loose you two!” He says, but you can’t answer anything, your heart just aches. “I can’t live without you, my heart is aching all the time, I just want to hug you in my dream. I need you two to make my nightmares disaper again...” he sniffs, while you sit down on the otherside of the door, with your back pushed to it. “I hate myself for doing this to our family!” You feel his words vibratating on the door, and you know he is sitting there just like you. “Oh my little princess I miss feeling your kicks so much...” he moans and you cry out. You cover your mouth to lessen your noise even you are sure he knows you are crying. “I miss kissing your mama, I miss her laughter, and her sweet smile, I’m dying without her!” He cries quietly.

“I’m still here...” you wishper.

“Your body is here, but you can’t look at me like I’m the best thing in your life!” He sniffs.

“I just need time to not ache all the time...” you nod. “Need time to see you as I saw you before, I hope I can...”

“But you still don’t know!” He cries out loud.

“I want to know...” you wishper quietly. “ So badly...”

None of you say a thing, there just silence while you both cry with your back pushed to the door, but than he breaks the silence. “Did you regret that you married me?”

“Never!” You say and get up, to go to your bed you shared with him just a week ago, but now you sleep in it alone. “Good night, my loves!” You wishper both to your husband and to the child under your heart.

“Better night,my loves!” Comes as he stands up and walks down to the couch.

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You are in the kitchen cooking dinner when Joe comes home, he steps behind you almost kissing the top of your head, but before he puts his hand on your hip you feel him hesitating. “I’m still your wife!” You wishper, but he still won’t move. “You can kiss me, hug me, what ever you want to do to greet me!” You sigh.

“Are you sure? Aren’t you still mad at me?” He asks, and as you shake your head he grabs you, and hold you so close. “You are not mad at me?”

“No... I said I needed time, I had my time, and decided!” You say, and you feel him freeze behind you.

“And?” He asks, but than you hear angry knocks on the door. “Who can it be?”

You walk to the door, and open it. “Tom?” Your mouth fell open.

“Where is that bastard?” He gets in, almost making you fell on the floor. He gets to the kitchen where Joe stands. “You...you... I said I will kill you!” He says as he speeds up to get him.

“Tom, wait!” You scream but he punches Joe in the stomach. “Tom!” You scream again as you run there, as he is beating Joe out to the living room. You fell into the couch as he raises his hand and you start to stop him. You see Joe’s eyes darken, and for the first time not only defending himself, but fighting back.

“You can beat me to death, but you can’t hurt my wife!” He yells, and you see Tom stoping, looking at you realising what he did.

“I’m sorry sis!” He says, getting to you, but you see Joe collapsing behind him. Your heart stops, but your legs are faster then ever.

“Joe!” You scream, and when you get to him, you see he is still conscious. “Babe, are you alright?” You start to tap him, for possible injuries.

“I’m okay, but are my girls alright?” He asks as he sits up, putting his hand on your belly.

“Yes, we are great...” you nod as you hug him.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry...” starts Tom with guilt on his face.

“Stop, you missunderstood the situacion, turn on protection mode and seen nothing else around you. I know you, I know you didn’t meant to push me away.” You nod.

“I did not missunderstood anything, I still wanna kill this Shit here!” He wishpers between his teeth.

“No you won’t kill my husband, you won’t hurt him, he did nothing!” You answer, still shaking on the floor from the last minutes happenings.

“But I saw...”

“Yeah, the tabloids, nothing happend!” Nods Joe.

“The pictures with Jessica says otherwise!” Yells your brother.

“Tom, they had a meeting, but he broke up the arrangement with the company...” Joe turns to you suprised, he never had the courage to bring it up. “I heard you on the phone, I was standing on the top of the stairs.” You smooth some redish hair out of his face.

“That doesn’t mean he did nothing, I saw the pictures!” Your brother forces otherwise.

“I did too, yeah they huged that is all!” You nod.

“Are you sure?” He asks lowering his voice.

“Yes I’m!” You nod. “You should have called me before you come here like a maniac!”

“Sorry sis! You know I want to best for you!” He wishpers. “I feel like if I don’t protect you noone will...”

“I can protect myself, but I have someone who is looking after me” you smile at him.

“Sorry Buddy for beating you up.” He says.

“No biggie!” Joe offers a hand to your brother who takes it, and even help him up from the floor. You hear him groan in pain, but he grabs your hand to get you up too, and as you are standing his hand is landing instantly on your belly, protective as always.

Your brother hugs you, and after this you see something you haven’t seen in a while, he hugs your husband. “I’m sorry again, I let the anger drive me without asking, I promise it won’t happen again!” He looks at you two, before he closes the door behind himself.

Joe turns to you but you can’t say anything, you can’t look in his eyes, it was like riping of a new wound. It just kind of healed and now you faced it again.

“You feel sad again?” His voice is so quiet, and he continues as you nod. “I understand, it seems like I stay on the couch tonight still!”

“We can still eat dinner together...” you wishper.

“Sounds great!” He says but his voice tells otherwise.

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You stand on the street holding your hand on your belly, waiting for Joe to arrive. You know he supposed to be here already, so you call him, but he is not picking up the phone.

As you put your phone in your pocket you see him getting out of a cab one corner ahead of you. You wave to him, as he is looking for you. You get pushed by some running guy, you almost fall on the side walk, but when you look up your whole body freeze.

“Joe!” You scream but you are late, the man who bumped into you get a gun out and shoot him.

“Joe!” You scream in sweat, in your bed. The door shots open just when you open your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Joe runs to you in a second and start to look for anything unusual on your body.

“Sorry, I had a nightmare!” You shiver. “I didn’t meant to scare you!” You wishper with tears in your eyes as he holds you in his arms.

“Don’t be Silly, it is okay!” He nods. “I’m here now, I’m here and noone can hurt you ever again!” He mumbles into your hair as he kisses your forhead.

You press yourself into his arms, and let the tears fall down. He hushes you, smoothing on your arm back and fort. “Someone shoot you in my dream...” you wishper.

“It was just a bad dream, I’m here you can feel. “ he wishpers.

“I want to feel!” You sit up and turn in his lap keeping him between your legs.

“Wait... what...aah...” he can’t finish his words as you grab his member through his boxer. “Hey, Hey!” He moans as you get your panties down. “What are youuuuuu...” He can’t finish again as you get down his boxer and you feel his skin on your skin. “Whaat...”

“I want to feel you inside me, now! I need it, I need you!” You moan in his mouth as you slide down on his cock.

He lets out a painful moan. “Oh Y/N!”

You grab him closer and he shivers as you kiss him hard. The need for him just hit you, in a matter of a second, and you are devastated. You are already on the edge as he cups your face, and looks in your eyes. “I love you, Y/N!”

“I love you too... Joe!” You scream his name as you cum.

To be continued...

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Joe Mazzello - the fluffy chronicles.

Only an assistant.

It was really weird for you, how often Joe came around you when you were on set. You were working together for a few weeks. He was the star of the movie, while you were an assistant of an assistant, with your basic work requirements being “Hey, Y/N, bring me…” So you could never understand why he would even want to hang out with someone like you, since you were sure that to him, you must be nobody.

“Hey, will you join us for lunch?” he smiled at you one day and you looked at him confused.

“Me? Why?” you were used to sitting away from people, all alone, until somebody asked you to do something.

“Well, because we would all appreciate your company,” you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his smile was.

“We, meaning who exactly?” he mentioned a few names, most of them actors in this movie. “Why, so you can make fun of me?” he looked at you surprised, not believing what he’s just heard. “Cause that’s why you’re doing it, right? You have like a bet, who brings the biggest loser to the table? Why did you single me out? I was always nice to you, was that not enough?” He looked at you almost in shock.

“You really think I would ask you to sit with us to make fun of you? No, I wanted you to join us, maybe meet some new people. I’ve noticed you’re usually alone, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to meet someone new,” he explained, and you, of course, got offensive.

“Oh, so I’m a loser after all, huh? Someone you need to help because I’m not capable of doing basic human things, like finding myself a friend? Don’t worry, I refuse to be your charity case so you can go on without worrying about me now.”

“What did I do to you? Why are you mad at me? If I offended you, I’m sorry. I never meant to do that. All I wanted was to be nice and friendly,” he explained. “I promise.”

You didn’t look at him, you were visibly mad. He sighed.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean it to sound bad. I just wanted you to join us, well, join me, because I like you and I enjoy your company. But I didn’t really know how to be straight-forward with it, so I asked to join our table instead. Sorry, I really didn’t want to make a fool out of myself.”

“You wanted me to join you?” you looked at him, not quite sure what he meant. What someone so amazing could’ve wanted to do with you, you wondered.

“I wanted to ask you out,” he knew he had to finally be open about it, because otherwise it would just lead to more misunderstandings. “But at first I wanted to test if you even enjoy my company enough to say yes, that’s why I wanted you to join me at lunch. So we could have a real conversation.”

“So ask me out. Don’t force me to spend time with people that don’t want me there. Let’s go out, together, and try things out on our own,” you suggested. He liked the idea, so he nodded, smiling.

“Yeah, I’d like that. So, are you free on Saturday? We’d go to a restaurant. That is, if you want to, of course,” he smiled, still a little shy and unsure.

“And you really want this? Like… not to just make fun of some random nobody?” you asked, disbelieving. You thought there were hidden cameras around you and he will soon tell you it was all just a prank.

“You’re not a nobody,” he said immediately, defending you from yourself. “You’re smart and funny.”

“And I work as an errand girl. Such a prestigious position…,” you said ironically.

“So what? Your job doesn’t define you. Everyone started somewhere. Neither I nor anyone I respect judges people based on their job. Everybody has to earn a living somehow. And I’m sure that thanks to your job, you met more fun people than I did,” he gave you a big smile.

“Well, yeah… You,” you smiled shyly. “I would like to go out with you, if you really want us to. I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

And it was fun. He took you to a very fancy restaurant in that part of the city you didn’t even go to. Of course he told you beforehand that it will be one of those restaurants that expects elegant clothes, so you came prepared. You both, without consulting each other, ordered the same thing, so food was your first topic. It turned out, you had a lot in common. From then on, your conversation went smoothly, and he was able to make you laugh easily.

“You really thought I wanted to make fun of you?” he asked finally, looking at you. You looked down.

“I didn’t want to believe it myself, because you were always nice and I didn’t think you were really an asshole, but… A lot of people make fun of me because of how insignificant my job is. I guess it came out of my insecurities and frustrations. I’m sorry you had to be the innocent victim,” you muttered and looked at him. He was smiling comfortingly.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not mad or anything. I just wanted to know whether I gave you a reason to think of me this way.”

“No, never,” you shook your head. “I was just hurt too many times I guess. It’s hard for me to trust people.” You smiled apologetically.

“I’m sorry to hear that you were hurt. But you don’t have to worry around me. I have no intention to hurt you. I really like you. And about those people who make fun of you because of your job – it’s the lowest of the low. Like literally, a job is a job and nobody should be judged for how they make money, unless they sell drugs or do other illegal business. And you actually have a cool job. You get to meet many interesting people and travel all around the world. Many people dream of a job like that. I mean it.”

“I don’t think anyone dreams of it, honestly…”

“I disagree. There are people who are introverts, who don’t want to be in the spotlight, but at the same time, they would like to have a chance to meet their favorite actor. So it’s a perfect job for many. Trust me, many people look at you and think you’re lucky. Even the people who said nasty things to you. The reason is always jealousy and their own insecurity. Happy people don’t put other people down,” he smiled at you and you actually believed him this time. You had to admit, he was right. “I know it’s easy to say, ‘don’t worry about those people.’ I know it’s not easy to actually stop caring. But the sooner you accept that they are in fact unhappy with their lives, so in turn, they want to bring other people down, the sooner you be much happier. You’re not the reason why they spread hate, they are. There’s nothing wrong with you and there’s a lot wrong with them.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. Thank you,” you smiled and he smiled back at you. “That’s how you deal with hate? Remember that it’s not your fault, but theirs?”

“Yeah. I know that many people wish to be in the position I’m in, to work with the people I worked with. So if they send me hate, I simply pity them for they have no life apart from jealousy. But if they hate on my fans, I have to react. It’s a different story. I can handle hate. But I won’t accept someone bringing my base down because they like me. It’s a really shitty thing to do. So I have to assure them they’re amazing and the haters are too sad and lonely to find actual friends so they only connect with other haters. Plain and simple.”

“Oh, yeah, I absolutely despise people who make fun of others because they like something else and they’re passionate about it. Like, there is no ‘superior music taste’ that makes you better than people listening to other genres. Or liking different movies. They are all made for the audiences to enjoy it, so if you enjoyed it, good for you. I could never understand how people say others are uneducated or uncultured because they liked something that the person didn’t like. Can we just all enjoy artists’ work in peace? We should only connect over what we like, not how much we hate others who like something we hate. It doesn’t even make sense.”

“I agree. So you understand it yourself, hate doesn’t make any sense,” he smiled and you nodded. “Imagine having nothing better to do than to spread hate. How sad is that?”

“Extremely sad…” you looked at him. “Thanks, Joe. You made me feel better.”

“That’s why I’m here,” he reassured you. “So, dessert?” he smiled and you took a menu.

“Always.”

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21. Kiss on a dare with Joe? 💕

I decided to make a mix of these two requests because they’re quite similar - I hope it’s okay 🥰

21. Kiss on a dare 39. Spin the bottle kiss

"I'll go grab another round of beers, yeah?" you loudly spoke, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

You didn't really know how to feel at this point. You were flatmates with Lucy and she had brought a bunch of her new castmates home, without consulting you first. She had apologized, saying that she wasn't thinking straight when she did it, and honestly, you didn't blame her for that. The men that she had brought home were downright gorgeous and any man-loving woman in her right mind would completely blank out in the presence of those four men.

You had heard numerous stories about all of them and now that you had finally been able to see their faces and talk to them you really understood why she had been so smitten when talking about them.

"I'll help," Joe said and sprung from the couch, quickly making his way over to you and following you to the kitchen.

"Thank you, Joe" you said and flirtatiously placed your hand on his shoulder and slid it down his arm.

You heard a low chuckle emit from the back of Joe's throat and the face he made quickly afterwards made it very clear to you, that he was embarrassed by the sound he had just made.

"Are you okay?" you said, opening the fridge and bending over to fetch the beers from the lowest shelf.

"I-uh" Joe stammered, his eyes glued to your ass as you bend forwards.

"I'm fine - sorry. Maybe I just had a little too much to drink" He laughed and reached out to take the beers from you, so you wouldn't have to carry all the weight.

"Oh - you want a bottle of water instead?" you continued, well aware that your actions had made him a little flustered.

The mood between the two of you had been teasing and flirtatious all night. You had decided not to put too much thought into it - you had only really known the man for a few hours and even though you had heard about love at first sight before, this seemed like more of a teasing relationship. Something that would never end out in something serious but merely a harmless fling to make both of you feel good and wanted.

"Uh.. Yeah. I suppose that would be better" he laughed and accepted the cold bottle from your hand.

"Yeah - yeah. I thought so. You seem a little… thirsty" as you said your last word you leaned in closer, whispering it right in his ear. Your mouth was so close to his neck, he could feel your hot breath.

You quickly made your way past Joe who was standing completely still, looking like he had seen a ghost. His almost stunned position made you stop your movement and look back at him, slightly worried that you had gone too far. Truthfully you would never have the nerves to actually do anything about the flirty words you so generously threw about and just the thought of actually overstepping a boundary and making him uncomfortable made your heart drop to your stomach.

"Sorry, was that too much? God, I'm really sorry Joe, I didn't mean to offend you or make you uncomfortable.. It's just a joke, I promise. I'm so-" you were caught off by Ben yelling from your living room.

"Hey?? Are those beers coming anytime soon? We wanna play spin the bottle!"

Joe sent you a soft smile to let you know that you hadn't made him uncomfortable.

"It's all good. I really enjoy it, actually. You're making me feel really good about my self" he laughed and started walking back to the main party area. You swiftly followed along, with a goofy smile plastered all over your lips.

As you entered the living room, Lucy, Ben, Gwilym and Rami had thrown a few pillows on the floor and were now sitting in a circle with an empty bottle between them.

"Oh for the love of God!" You laughed as you placed the beers down on the floor, handing them out to the people around you.

"I didn't think you were actually serious?!" you continued in your laughter, before sitting down between Rami and Lucy.

You had noticed how the two of them seemed absolutely obsessed with each other, always touching and giggling and keeping secrets between the two of them.

"Wait, so what're the rules? We have to kiss whoever it lands on?" you asked, pointing at everyone in the circle.

Everybody nodded and the boys shared a few apologetic looks.

"Alright then, I'm looking forward to it" you laughed and opened your beer.

"Great - Joe, why don't you start?" Rami suggested, pointing at the bottle.

"Sure thing" he laughed and leaned forward, grabbing the bottle and spinning it as hard as he could.

You all watched the glass bottle spin around and as it started to slow down you felt a nervous knot starting to tighten in your stomach. Sure you had been flirting with him for the majority of the night but if the bottle pointed on you that would mean that you actually had to act on those flirtatious moments.

The bottle slowed down and just as you had feared the cap less top of the empty bottle was staring right at you.

"Oh," you said not exactly knowing how to act.

Sure you wanted to kiss him. More than anything, really. But you couldn't let him know that - that would be awkward, right? The room filled with happy laughter and before Joe had had the chance to act upon his quest, Lucy leaned over to you.

"Now you have the chance to actually do something about all those flirty comments"

Her voice was way louder than you would have wanted and obviously, everyone in the room heard - Joe included.

You sent a soft punch in her direction and moved around so you were now kneeling on the pillow you had been sitting on. Joe, who was situated directly opposite of you, was sitting just like you were.

Joe shot you a wink, which quickly gave him the upper hand in this very exposed situation. Your confidence from earlier seemed to have completely vanished and you felt a little embarrassed all of a sudden.

In unison, the two of you leaned forward and placed your hands on the floor in front of you to support the weight of your upper bodies.

"Uh - I.." you mumbled and leaned forward a little bit more until your face was right in front of Joe's.

You didn't get the chance to finish your thought before Joe gently pressed his lips to yours. Sparks seemed to fly everywhere and you suddenly got very aware that your eyes were in fact still open. You slowly closed them and at that moment the kiss seemed to deepen. Joe, who was still standing on all fours, moved one of his hands up to cup your cheek and pull your head just a little closer. You melted into his touch and the way your lips moved against each other's made it seem like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The ear-deafening sound of Ben wolf-whistling made you jump back and thus breaking the kiss. Joe fell forwards just a little, not expecting the kiss to be over just yet, but managed to catch himself before falling on to his face.

"Well, that was more than I had expected" Lucy laughed as you sat back down.

"Do all kisses have to be that intense? Because if that's the case I'm not sure I want to be a part of this game anymore" Gwilym chimed in.

"Oh shut up" Joe huffed as he fell back down to his original sitting position.

"So like, do you guys have something you need to talk about or?" Ben asked you.

You snapped out of your trance and looked at all the people in the circle who were staring at you.

"Uh - no. No. Let's keep the party going yeah?" you awkwardly laughed and grabbed a hold of the bottle to spin it.

You felt Joe's eyes burn into your skin and while you tried to ignore it, you couldn't help but shyly looking up and over at him. You slowly batted your eyes and sent him a soft look trying to signal that you did enjoy the kiss. He seemed to accept your wordless interaction and sent you a soft smile in return.

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