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The Couple Next Door IX (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)

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A/N: Surprise! I’m briefly back from a year-long Hiatus and I have one chapter for TCND, one for ATU AND a George Harrison one-shot I’m just gonna drop and then probably disappear again for another few months. I’m also finding it even more difficult to write for Roger seeing as I’ve kinda been listening to nothing but The Beatles for the last fifteen months and I really only hear Queen at work, so that’s gotta change. But I am very sorry about the LONG wait. I really do appreciate you guys, and I think you’ve all waited quite long enough to find out what happens next...

Summary: Roger and Y/N spend the morning taking care of Bobby; they talk a little more about the future and come to the conclusion they both want the same thing.

(Let your imagination run free, bc this can be either Canon or Borhap!Roger)

WARNINGS: Swearing is probably a given at this point, self-doubt, mentions/ suggestions of sex (advise you to avoid if you’re under 18), and I usually revise when I’m stoned so there’s probably some typos in here too, sorry.

Rated T for Teen-- (I feel like a video game rating smh)

Bobby was crying again.

Granted, it was about seven in the morning, and he did sleep for the rest of the night.

Roger was the last of the both of you to wake up; not because of the crying-- he didn't even hear the crying-- but he was wrapped up in the blankets with you, and you were trying to remove yourself from his grasp.

"Don't leave," Roger grumbled as he pulled you tightly against his chest, eyes remaining closed as you whispered back to him.

"But I have to go. Baby's cryin'."

Roger loosened his grip on you, much to his dismay, and you slipped from his embrace, leaving him cold, and alone.

"Come back, Baby..." He really hoped his gravelly plea would entice you to return from the nursery after tending to Bobby, and although you were probably against having sex in your friends' bed, he figured there was no harm in testing the waters.

"That's not how that works when you have a baby, Rog. The day starts now."

Roger groaned in protest, but as he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, he revealed to himself that you were no longer in the room, and the baby's cries settled when he heard your voice float down the hall from the nursery room.

Roger, as much as he didn't want to, tossed the comforter off of his body, and after rising to his feet and combing his fingers through his hair, he shuffled out of the bedroom and made a beeline to the stairs.

He was glad he was familiar with John's kitchen; because he was certain you had no idea where anything was, meaning he would be the one preparing breakfast that morning, and the one following it, most likely.

Fuck it, he would (try to) cook you up seven different meals a day if you asked him.

Anything for you.

He put the kettle on, and moved to the pantry in search for John's teabags, yawning lightly as he pulled the door open.

Nothing in the pantry really stuck out to him as being a good breakfast that morning, so Roger ended up migrating to the fridge after retrieving the tea, where his eyes fell on the carton of eggs on the bottom shelf.

He settled on making French Toast for breakfast seeing as he, according to you, made the best French Toast in England.

So he got to work whipping up some eggs and pulling four slices of bread from the bread box on the counter-- but not before he got one of Bobby's bottles out for you, warmed it, and placed it on the kitchen table.

Roger was frying the French Toast in no time, and he hummed gently as he busied himself with focusing on the now whistling kettle, and when the right time to flip the toast would be.

"... I thought you were still in bed," your words were sudden, and it made Roger jump a little. But when he realized it was only you, Bobby in your arms, his mouth contorted into a dopey smile.

"Nah," Roger turned the pan's burner down a little, and after he flipped the French Toast, he set his spatula on the counter, turning to face you.

"I was gonna let you sleep in, since you were so reluctant on waking up," you explained with a yawn. "But here you are awake, and making breakfast before me."

"Well it wouldn't be fair then, would it? Me sleeping in while you've all this work to do?"

"I don't know, would it?"

"I really don't think so, Dove."

He felt pride swell in his chest when pink dusted your cheeks at the sound of your new nickname, and he took this chance to swoon you further by pulling you in gently by the elbows, and he enveloped both you and Bobby in his embrace.

"Beautiful..." Roger's voice was barely a whisper as he touched his lips to your jawline, and you responded with a soft exhale.

"Even when you've just woken up," Roger mumbled against the skin of your neck, lips curling into a smile, "you are the prettiest goddamned thing I've ever laid eyes on."

"Mmm, down, boy," you purred back jokingly, taking a small step back. "Baby still needs to eat."

"Well yours is coming right up," he teased, "and Bobby's is already at the table." Roger pointed to the bottle on the other side of the room before tapping your rear. "Take a seat, and I'll bring your food over."

You didn't have to be told twice. You took a seat at the table, and although Bobby was growing a little agitated, it was short lived when you put the bottle of milk in his possession.

Roger, not five minutes after you sat down, joined you at the table with your French Toast and your mug of tea, made just the way you liked it, of course.

"'S the right tea, yeah?"

You took a quick look at the label hanging from the mug.

"Yep." Your eyes squinted after letting the label fall where the string tied to it would let it. "Y'know, you've been making my tea right for months, you don't have to check to make sure you're right."

"You know I'm always gonna make sure it's to your liking."

"And I love you for it."

"Hopefully for other things too. I'm not just good at being your barista."

"Oh, don't you worry. I'm not overlooking your other good traits," you smiled as you brought your mug to your lips and having the first sip of tea of the day.

As Roger sat down next to you with his own plate of food and mug of tea, he decided to wait on Bobby to finish so he could eat with you.

So, naturally, he took the time to evaluate again what kind of situation he was in.

There was nothing like watching you care for Bobby. Roger had known you for years, and not once in his life did he ever think he would be sitting next to you at breakfast while feeding a baby, whether or not the child was his own, or yours.

The whole scene looked too good to be true, though like the previous night, Roger just drank in the sight of you putting all your love and care into a child at breakfast with him.

How did you think you weren't cut out for being a mother?

This was in your nature.

The domesticity of the situation made Roger a little emotional. This was the closest he'd ever gotten to experiencing a breakfast with a family he'd built, and he spent every passing second filling his mind and heart with the beautiful sight before him.

"Y/n, you would make a wonderful mother." Roger's words left his mouth faster than his brain could register what he'd said.

You looked to Roger from Bobby, cheeks and tips of your ears darkening, and Roger was talking again before he could realize it and catch himself.

"Any man would be so damn lucky to have you. I honestly can't believe you stick around me still."

Your face was feeling real hot, now. Roger's head was still lagging behind his words, and clearly, he wasn't done talking.

"You could be out building a beautiful family right now, but instead you're babysitting with your best friend who you also occasionally sleep with. I just... I don't understand."

It took you a second to respond, but Roger didn't blame you. Honestly, he didn't even know what he would have said if he were asked the same question.

"... Well, I love you, Roger."

Your words were simple, and Roger knew your statement was nothing but platonic, but that didn't stop his heart from pounding against his ribcage.

You'd said those exact three words to him minutes earlier, but the context of the conversations contrasted their meanings.

"But we promised each other at the beginning of all of this that we'd be fine giving up pursuing family life if that means living with one another..."

"... You sound unsure, now."

The atmosphere felt heavy, and it was almost as if Bobby had known making noise wasn't in his best interest. He decided to finish eating at the right time.

"... It's not that I'm unsure. It's just..."

Roger waited patiently for you to answer, but you had noticed Bobby finished his milk, and you took the bottle from him.

You burped him, and placed a pacifier you pulled from your pocket in Bobby's mouth. You must have gotten it from upstairs before you came down.

"Let me," Roger offered his arms out for the baby, and you let him take Bobby. You'd stood up and moved to the sink to wash the bottle.

Meanwhile, Roger, who'd also gotten to his feet, was slowly walking around the kitchen. He was praising Bobby for finishing all his breakfast, insisting he was so proud of him, his smile wide and gaze adoring as he evaluated the child in his arms.

"It's just that. There. The way you're behaving with him," you turn to face Roger, finger pointed at him. "The way you're treating him as your own."

Roger's mouth opened and closed a few times, but after shutting his jaw for the third time, he decided the best thing to do in this situation would be to keep quiet.

"You'd make the most wonderful father, Roger. The way you behave with Bobby, god, the way you behaved with Raymond the other day," you sounded frustrated, and all Roger could do was watch you pace the kitchen, his sheepish face now a deep red.

"It's just that I would want the father of my kids to be just like you. I wouldn't settle for anything less."

Roger opened his mouth again to speak. He felt like his chest was on fire. Your thoughts were becoming painstakingly parallel to his, Roger had noticed. He couldn't get any words out before you started speaking again.

"Like you said last night, this job is giving us a chance to experience what it'd be like to have a family... and maybe I'm upset I did throw the chance to have all of that away."

You looked like you were on the verge of tears, and all Roger could do was watch you and listen to what you had to say.

"Roger, I hope you know you will always have a special place in my heart. You're my family, you have been for the last five years of my life, and there's no doubt about it. But being able to have a child..."

Your hands ghosted over the robe's fabric covering your definitely unpregnant belly. "... I think I want to have children."

"... Y/n I hope you know I feel exactly the same way."

And then everything was clear.

Roger understood where his band was coming from.

Getting married to you would solve all your problems.

He knew what the both of you were thinking in this new moment of silence, but there was absolutely no way Roger was going to fall to one knee and propose to you right now when he wasn't even romantically involved with you.

And he just felt it would be very inappropriate if he took this moment to spontaneously ask you on a romantic date with the intentions of courting you.

"Listen, Y/n," Roger finally built up enough courage to break the silence. Bobby cut him off with a short cry, and Roger immediately started swaying the baby in his arms. Sure enough, Bobby's agitation ceased, and Roger could continue, keeping the movement going.

"Just because we're living together without families now doesn't mean we won't be able to have families, say, five to ten years down the road."

At this point, although it was necessary, Roger didn't really want to mention the discomfort he felt when imagining you falling for someone who wasn't him.

Your eyes were big and sad, lip pouted as you considered Roger's words. "... are you sure?"

The idea of you and him having to move out of the condo Roger risked the both of your love lives for didn't sit well with him.

You'd be gone making sweet love to some lucky asshole who probably didn't deserve to be in your presence, while Roger goes on a bender, gets ahold of some weed and coke, and sleeps with enough girls to distract him from realizing he'd thrown the best thing in his life away-- you.

He didn't want you to think he thought you were selfish. The last thing he needed right now was to feel guilty for making you feel guilty.

So he just nodded. "No house isn't forever anyways." When you didn't respond to his little joke, he sighed.

"Y/n, we're still so young. You don't have to commit yourself to anything like that just yet. Enjoy being able to go out drinking with me every weekend, and sleeping in on our days off. Your chance to start a family will come when the time is right."

You let out a shaky breath. Roger was actually a little surprised with how well you were keeping yourself together.

But his actions put the both of you here, and to see that this conversation nearly reduced you to tears had Roger drowning in guilt, even without the help of mentioning any of his inner conflict to you.

"I just hope you're right." Your voice was broken and your fingers were tangled stressfully in your hair.

"Hey," Roger's voice had gone soft again, his rocking slowing to a halt, and you looked up to find him with an open arm, awaiting your touch.

You slowly unravelled your fingers from your hair, and you gave into the hug not moments later. Roger pulled you to his chest tightly, his free arm occupied by the baby.

"Y'know... I made you French Toast to start the day off good." When you didn't say anything in response, Roger pulled away from you just enough to look you in the face.

He was giving you that same look he did at the Garrison's again; that unreadable gaze he'd achieved with those big blue eyes that seemingly bored holes into your very soul.

His free hand slipped up from your back to your neck, and he leaned in to just touch his lips to the corner of your mouth.

So close, yet so far away.

It wasn't before long that he pulled away from you, but Roger just couldn't keep his eyes off you.

"You come sit down and enjoy your French Toast, Dove. I've got Bobby."

"But--"

"Please?"

Roger knew he'd convinced you as soon as he said that magic word. Though you took a moment to look from the bundle in his arms to the breakfast you really were dying to dig into, you eventually sighed out a gentle "thank you," before taking your seat again at the table.

He came around and kissed the top of your head. "Enjoy, Honey." Roger took a seat next to you, Bobby still in his one arm, and the both of you ate your French Toast in relative silence for the first few seconds.

"... God, you really do make good French Toast, Blondie." Roger was smiling now. At least you were talking again.

"I only improved my cooking skills for you, y'know," he admitted with a mouthful of his food, though he didn't sound ashamed of it.

"And thank God for that. Cooking every other night sure beats cooking every night."

"You can say that again," Roger mumbled before shoving the last of his breakfast into his mouth. You still slowly ate away at your meal, and Roger was making funny faces at Bobby in between taking sips of his tea.

The telephone in the living room started ringing, and you stood up to go get it, but Roger immediately dropped his fork and grabbed your wrist.

"Nuh-uh. I just finished eating. You still have a little bit to go. Take Bobby and I'll get it." You scooped the baby up without another word, smiling when he opened his eyes.

"Can you at least bring back his rattle from his play pen?"

"Can do, Princess," he called over his shoulder as he approached the phone.

"H'lo?"

"Roger?"

"Oh, hey, John!" Roger tucked the phone's handset under his chin, carrying the telephone in his left hand so he could get Bobby's rattle.

"Isn't it a little early to be up?" Roger glanced at the clock, which read that it was quarter after seven.

"Biological clocks. Just wanting to checking in. Is Bobby okay? Has he been any trouble?"

"No, of course not! He's doing fine, John." Roger tucked the rattle in his back pocket when he found it, and returned to the writing desk where the phone was meant to stay.

That was something he loved about you. You always bought him pyjamas with pockets. The concept was cool, and being able to use them was even cooler.

"Y/n's got him in the kitchen right now," he explained, taking the handset again with his now free hand. "We're all just finishing up breakfast, actually."

"Oh good. How is she?" John paused for a second, his voice dropping a little lower. "... How are you guys?"

Roger made sure his voice was a little quiet, as well. "John, this may have been your guys' best idea ever. I don't know why I was against this in the beginning."

"Really?! What's happened already?!" John, everyone would have guessed to be one to avoid certain kinds of gossip, though when it came to Roger's business with you, he liked checking up on that.

"I told her about all that family stuff."

"And?"

"And, well..." Roger set the phone back onto the desk and scratched the back of his neck. "... She may or may not be having the same problem," he mumbled.

"So... so you both want a family?" John tried clarifying.

"Yes."

"Then why are you two not together?!" Roger slipped away around the corner into the main hall with just the receiver so he was a little further away from the kitchen. He didn't want you hearing their conversation, or John through the receiver.

"Well I'm not asking her here!"

"Then where? And when?"

Roger knew John was just getting excited, and his questions honestly had Roger brainstorming every possibility when it came to asking you.

"... I don't know, yet," Roger said after a while of thinking. "But soon. God, it needs to be soon." He didn't quite know why he was pressuring himself to ask you sooner than later.

Maybe it was because he was scared someone much better and more deserving of you (or alternatively, a selfish prick) was going to waltz in and steal you from him just before he had you for sure.

"Do you need any help with that part? I can get Fred and Bri--"

"No no no, it's okay, John." Roger leaned up against the wall of the hallway, fingers tapping the handset absentmindedly with his eyes squeezed shut for a moment.

"You guys have already done enough, really. I... I think I'm good on my own from here."

"Well, I'm glad," John expressed to Roger. "It's not every day you need to help Roger Taylor get with a girl, y'know."

"This is different, and you know it."

"I just like to tease," John defended, and Roger could even hear a smile evident in his words.

"Anyways, Veronica and I will be home tomorrow around noon. Y/n's got our number. You two take care."

"Of course, you too," Roger was making his way back to the writing desk.

"Thanks. Oh, and Roger?" John added quickly.

"Hm?"

"If you two end up doing anything, for God's sake, please wash the sheets."

As John was speaking, you'd walked into the living room with Bobby in your arms. "We're gonna go and have some play time, now! Yes we are!"

Roger was too panicked by your presence to even realize you weren't paying any attention to the phone call, and he hoped to God you didn't hear a single thing John had said. "Yeah-yes! Laundry. Will do."

He nodded his head once, though John couldn't see him, and after saying their good byes, Roger hung up the phone.

He turned to where you were in the living room. You were looking in the play pen for something, and Roger suddenly remembered the rattle in his back pocket.

He pulled it out hurriedly and held it out to you. "Shit! I'm so sorry about that--"

"Don't swear, Roger," you took the rattle, a smile on your lips you both knew you were trying to frown away. "There's a baby here."

"What? He doesn't know what that word means."

"Well, the more you keep saying it, the more of a chance he has at that being his first word, and I do not need the Deacon Family hunting us down for teaching their kid swears." You looked from Roger down to Bobby, shaking the rattle gently and grinning when Bobby squealed happily and reached out for the toy.

You took a seat on the couch, and played around with Bobby while Roger went back to the kitchen to do the dishes.

From 7:30 AM to about 2:30, all that really happened was play-time and lunch, something Roger prepared. You offered to do the dishes, but Roger wouldn't allow it. He just suggested you put Bobby up for his nap. He'd fallen asleep in your arms during play-time, like he did with Roger the night before.

The both of you thought it was crazy Bobby would just fall asleep rather than cry, but honestly, neither of you were complaining. Quiet baby for the win!

Roger just finished putting the last plate on the drying rack on the counter as he listened above for your footsteps leaving Bobby's room. He dried his hands off with the dishtowel hanging over his shoulder after turning off the faucet.

From behind, Roger felt a pair of arms slowly circle his body, and he smiled warmly at the feeling of you pressed against his back.

"He asleep?"

"Mhm."

Roger's smile only widened as you inched your palms up his chest. He turned in your arms and pressed his hands against your hips, inching you closer as he leaned back against the kitchen sink.

"Well, what do we do, now?" Roger asked. He sounded like he was up to no good. With the sultry look in his eyes and the way the smile on his lips looked like he was repressing a naughty suggestion, he knew you knew he already had something on his mind.

"Well, I mean," your hands slipped up into Roger's long hair, fingers tangling themselves between the strands. "Anything, really."

You knew what game Roger was playing, and you loved how cute he was, thinking he was going to have you on your knees for him.

His eyes shamelessly raked over the top half of your body, and he squeezed his hands, still at your hips.

"What'll you be doing with your free time, Roger?" You took one more step closer to him, and he pulled you the rest of the way to him so your groin was flush with his.

"I'm looking right at her."

He was already strained against his jeans, and you just offered a smile, fingers tightening their grip in Roger's hair.

"Mmm... I kinda like the sound of that," you admitted lowly, half of a smile on your lips. You shifted your hips from side to side, and Roger tried to pull you even closer.

You rolled your hips against Roger again, and the cheekiness in his face fell with a look of long-awaited relief, and his head dropped to your shoulder.

One of his hands moved up to grab you by the back of your neck, and when he lifted his head to look at you again, his second hand dragged upwards from your hip to squeeze your waist.

Roger lifted the hand by your neck, and combed your hair back with his fingers. His eyes fell onto yours for a brief moment, and you could have sworn there was something he tried to tell you there.

You just couldn't read him.

But he didn't care. He pulled you in close again, and his lips were on yours.

You'd kissed Roger before. Not in public, but definitely in the bedroom. And they weren't very scarce. Honestly, if Roger's lips weren't somewhere else on your body, they'd be on yours.

But why was this feeling different from all the other times he'd kissed you?

He was being a lot less forceful and needy than he usually was.

His grip wasn't tight on you, and it wasn't like he was crushing you against him as if indicating he needed more of you, now.

He was holding you rather, and the hand at your waist circled around to press against your lower back. The hand on your neck shifted a little forward so Roger could gently slide the pad of his thumb down the column of your throat.

The both of you were holding your breath, and Roger was the first to pull away. The both of you sucked in some air, and before you could even draw in a full breath, Roger's lips were on yours again.

He pushed towards you, guiding you backwards until your back was flat against the refrigerator. His warm hands grabbed for yours and he pinned them above your head by your wrists.

Okay. This, was something you were used to. But there was nothing that could have prepared you for when Roger's hands loosened their grip on your wrists, and he was lacing his fingers between your own.

Your hands felt very small in Roger's. How had he never noticed that before? What else had he neglected to realize about you?

In that moment, he felt you pull away to breathe, and he looked down at you worriedly, fingers frozen, yet still laced with yours.

"I- uh... I-I'm sorry--"

"No no, don't be. It's okay," your response was very rushed, but you didn't skip a word.

There was about a minute of silence, your hot breaths mingling in the space between your lips, though your gazes were locked with one another, and you couldn't look away.

"Did-uh... did you want me to... to stop?" His question was gentle, almost sincere-sounding, but he still made no effort to move from his place.

"No. God, no." And as soon as you'd answered, Roger closed the space between the both of you again, his fingers unwound from yours to grab you by the jaw, and you just held his waist, pushing your body as close to him as he would let you.

He shifted around a little, and moved his leg between yours. You could feel his mouth bend into a smirk against yours, and he began to apply pressure to the apex of your legs with his knee.

Before long, as much as you wanted to resist it, you fell to Roger's submission, and as you waited for him to grab your waist and put you wherever, he hesitated for a second, and dropped his hands from yours.

You opened your eyes again to find Roger, face red, and staring at your chest. Not in an ogling way, but more of a method to avoid looking you in the eye.

He could tell you were looking at him, and he shifted his gaze to you. He itched at his hands awkwardly, mouth opening and closing as he tried to explain himself.

You just waited. You gave him time to think, and he had an answer for you sooner than either of you would have thought.

"I just... I wanna try something else. I don’t want to control you like I do every night."

It wasn't much of an explanation, but a good beginning to a demonstration.

"Will you come to bed with me, Y/n?" His offer was gentle, yet confident, despite offering a hand out hesitantly.

When you dropped your hand into his, all of the tension in Roger's being relaxed, and he quietly led you up the stairs, past the nursery, and into John and Veronica's room.

Before you could say anything he gently explained that he'd do laundry later, and then he pulled you in for another kiss he'd been waiting to give you since the last one.

Roger pulled you closer to him, hands cupping your face as his lips began to desperately chase after yours. You kissed Roger back with just as much vigor, but then he slowed the movements of his mouth, and guided you backwards until the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed.

Roger helped lower you down onto the bed, and he leaned over you, dipping down to kiss your lips again. He knelt between your legs, and pulled them up around his waist so he could lean in even closer.

You felt his hands squeeze your hips, and he pulled at your bottom lip with his teeth. You hummed lowly, your eyelashes kissing your cheeks as Roger pulled away ever so slightly-- just enough to pull his shirt off of him, and close the distance between your bodies again.

You tangled your hands into his hair, and he hummed in approval before pulling back just once more.

"I'm sure that's hardly fair..."

"What?"

"This," Roger tugged gently at the hem of your shirt.

"Why's yours still on?"

"... I never said it had to be."

Roger exhaled, and slowly pulled your shirt up over your head after you raised your arms to help him out a little.

He placed the palm of his hand over the smooth skin of your belly as he stared at your bare torso. And before long, he dipping down to kiss you again.

You reciprocated his actions, wrapping your arms around his neck and tightening your legs around his hips, to which he rocked himself against your core, and then---

Bam!

The headboard hit the wall, and Bobby woke up.

"Nooo..." you squeezed your eyes shut as the baby's cries began to reverberate down the hallway.

"Fuck!" Roger groaned, eyebrows knitted together helplessly as he climbed off of you. You both knew it was Roger who technically woke the baby up, and it was just silently agreed on that he went to put him back down.

"Dammit to hell, those separated headboards."

Roger opened the nursery door, and made his way to the crib in the corner of the room. Bobby's cheeks were wet with tears, and Roger's heart sank. "'M sorry, little guy. C'mere. Come see uncle Roger."

He picked the baby up and rocked him back and forth, though it wasn't exactly doing much, so Roger took a seat in the rocking chair on the opposite side of the room, swaying the both of them with a push of his feet.

Bobby's cries settled, and Roger felt proud of himself. Sure, he wanted to get back to what he was doing before, but instead he took his time in making sure Bobby was comfortable and not in need of anything before he drifted off to sleep again.

Bobby played around with Roger's fingers a few moments after his agitation ceased, and he couldn't believe how large his hands were in comparison to Bobby's. He was once that size.

A little while later Roger set Bobby down in his crib, and the infant was out. The drummer smiled at his accomplishment. He didn't even need your help.

With that, he left the room without a sound.

He stepped into John and Veronica's room, and closed the door quietly behind him. He was in the middle of turning on his heel when he stopped dead in his tracks.

You'd taken some of the pillows off the bed and wedged them between the wall and the headboard to keep the bed from making noise.

You were also splayed out on the bed in a lot less clothing than he remembered you in when he left.

With a teasing beckon from your finger, Roger knew three things were for certain.

1. You were the smartest woman he knew.

2. You were the most gorgeous woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

3. He, the Roger Taylor, had fallen madly, and helplessly in love with you.

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A/A/N: Again, you’ve all been waiting long enough for the next chapter, so here you are. i hope you all enjoy, and if my response is great with this one, I’ll see if I can spit out another one soon <3

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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

Award shows were fun for the most part. They were chances to make major connections and meet big names in whatever industry the awards were for; which, in this very particular case, was film.

Joe didn’t necessarily hate these events- more so mildly disliked them. He was an extrovert, of course, and was kind and genuine with every new person that greeted him and shook his hand- but tonight seemed particularly lonely and insincere, for no other reason than he felt as if every smile sent his way was fake and plastered on as a way to pass as polite.

That’s how people were at events such as these, and having gone to the show alone, Joe hadn’t seen a single person that he could have a genuine conversation with.

As Joe forced a laugh at another lame joke from the actor who’d attempted to strike up a chat with him, his eyes wandered among the crowd, searching for a familiar face that could be his saviour.

Then, just as he was about to give up hope on the task altogether, his eyes met yours from across the room.

He’s never met you before, he was sure he’d remember standing across from eyes like yours, but he did happen to recognize you.

You smile at him, dazzling, kind, and real.

He’s enchanted. Seeing you on the big screen could never do justice to seeing you in person, even when you were standing near the other side of the room.

You begin walking towards him, offering gentle nods and pats of the arms when you crossed paths with a friendly face.

Joe’s hands begin to shake, so he plays with the corner of the tablecloth in front of him, only mildly paying attention to the actor at his side as he stares at his plate.

He hears your voice before he meets your eyes, your tone playful and warm.

“Weren’t you that kid from Jurassic Park?” You ask, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as Joe stands to meet you.

He returned the look of mirth as he squinted and tilted his head, “Weren’t you that adult in Jurassic World?”

“Touché.”

Joe reaches out to pull out a chair for you, thanking whatever gods he could think of that his hands had calmed their nervous trembling.

He offered the seat to you, which you graciously took as Joe sat back in his own- not even bothered when he noticed the man who’d been talking at him for the past seventeen minutes had finally moved on to someone else.

You and he spoke softly, Joe chuckled at every joke and watched the way your eyes captured the reflection of the lights all around. He was enchanted by your voice, by your words- every breath you took was another wave of awe flooding his mind.

Even as the show properly started, you continued to whisper amongst yourselves- like children at the back of a classroom.

You shared stories, talked about your most recent projects, you teased and joked about dinosaurs.

Joe couldn’t remember a time he’d had so much fun at an event like this. It was relieving, like a breath of fresh air after years of being locked away. You brought out a side of him he loved, a side he couldn’t get enough of.

He was captivated.

Joe hadn’t had a single sip of the champagne they offered that night, but he felt like your presence was a better intoxicator anyway.

The night continued, the lights sparkled, the cheers were loud and electric. It was the same as any award show, but somehow the atmosphere was different. It was you, Joe knew, that was making him see it this way. It was magic.

He had been enchanted by you, and he kicked himself all the way to his car thinking about how he didn’t take the opportunity to ask you out.

Joe drove home, alone, mulling over and recalling the conversations you’d had, and the quip’s you shared.

He was still a bit red faced, he noticed, as he thought of you, and he knew your smile wouldn’t soon leave his mind.

Oh god, why hadn’t he asked for your number?

This thought didn’t leave his head. How could it? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Joe wondered what your favourite colour was, and your favourite warm beverage. He wondered if you preferred chocolate or vanilla, cats or dogs, fries or salad.

He wondered if you loved someone. He wondered if he even had a chance with someone like you.

That night he got home and his mind was reeling at the thought of you- so much so that he didn’t even change out of his suit before laying atop his bed sheets.

Staring at the ceiling, he cursed himself yet again for not saying more, for not asking you more questions when he had the chance.

As these thoughts permeated his mind, he loosened his tie and glanced at his phone as it lit up on the mattress next to him.

Joe brought the phone to his face, ready for another scam notification from his emails or announcement that someone he followed on Instagram had posted.

Instead, his heart stopped when he read the name that had been running through his head since he left the venue earlier that night.

It was a WhatsApp message from a friend of his who was also in the business of acting- and who, as Joe could recall, had worked with you before.

‘Y/N L/N is asking me for your contact, would you mind if I sent it?’

Despite being the picture of poetic discussion in person, Rami always had been very ‘to the point’ over text.

Joe tried not to seem eager in his response of ‘Yeah, sounds good!’

For the second time that night, his hands shook as he waited- for what, he wasn’t completely sure.

Then it happened.

An unknown number appearing in his messages, a giddy greeting, another corny dinosaur joke.

Joe laughed at that, adding your name to his contacts, returning the playful banter, and thanking his lucky stars that you seemed just as enchanted by him as he had been by you.

The way I did not re read this, oop. Anyway, joe could run me over and I wouldn’t even be mad. and for that matter so could taylor swift, enchanted is such a vibe -♠️

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The Game | 2 | Joe Mazzello

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,677

Summary: When Joe visits Ben in London and they’re sent a round of drinks from a pair of girls at a pub, Joe is ready to play a game of love

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Part 1

Ben and Joe quickly pulled on their coats, gesturing for the girls to walk on ahead before following them out. “So, where would you ladies like to go?” Joe smirked, clapping his hands together as they came to a stop outside the pub.

“Uh...well I know of another few other pubs not too far from here if we want to head in that general direction first, if things go well, we can figure out something from there.” (Y/N) suggested with a shrug.

“Lead the way!” The American cheered. (Y/N) smirked mischievously at him before grabbing (Y/F/N)’s arm, pulling her on ahead in the direction of the next pub before starting to chat quietly to her.

Ben looked at Joe with a quizzically raised brow seeing the stupid grin on his face. He was clearly smitten over (Y/N) in just a few minutes. He was hopeless. Ben smirked slightly. “You sure you know what you’re doing there mate?”

“Please by the end of the evening she’s going to be putty in my hands.” Joe tried to wave him off as they walked off in pursuit of the girls. He was either going to get this girl or be extremely depressed the rest of the night, there was no in-between.

Ben rolled his eyes. “I could tell by the way she’s throwing herself at you…” Joe looked up to see (Y/N) turned around looking at the pair of actors with a smirk glued to her lips. God was she beautiful. She laughed before turning back to her friend. “See, she doesn’t even know what we’re talking about and she’s already laughing at you.”

“Oh, fuck off. I’ve got a whole plan worked out. Just watch.” Joe smirked as they walked up next to the girls who were stopped on the corner waiting for the light. The American deposited himself at (Y/N)’s side, hands deep in his pockets trying to keep warm in the frigid winter’s air. “So, uh (Y/N), what’s the name of this pub we’re off to?” Joe took a moment to take the female in, in the low lighting of the street. She was absolutely stunning. The way her (h/c) locks were being blown back from her face in the light wind. The scintillating glint in her dazzling (e/c) orbs from the soft light of the streetlight above them, complemented by the perfect smoky eye she had done that showed them off so fantastically. Her outfit complimented her every curve and showed off her best assets and god was it hard for him to stop looking at her.

He couldn’t get over how incredible she looked, so much so he didn’t hear her reply. “Hey, space cadet!” She waved her hand in front of his face.

“Hmm, what?” Joe asked, closing his eyes before shaking his head out.

The three people before him snickered slightly. Ben placed a hand over his mouth to try and disguise his amusement for Joe’s sake. Of course, Joe saw anyway and just gave the blonde an unamused look. “I told you he wasn’t listening.” (Y/F/N) giggled softly as she and Ben walked on ahead with the change of the light, allowing the pair to be alone.

“Alright?” (Y/N) asked the actor with a soft giggle as they stepped off into the street.

“Not gonna lie, I kinda wanna light myself on fire right about now.” Joe chuckled awkwardly. “I must look so stupid right about now.”

“Yeah, pretty much.” (Y/N) looked at him with a straight face before she giggled softly, seeing the dejected look on his face. “I’m only teasing, I think it’s cute.” She smiled.

“I do have a certain irresistible charm, don’t I?” He smirked.

“Cheeky.” She laughed, playfully bumping shoulders with the actor. “But we’re going to a pub called The Dog and The Duck.”

Joe nodded as he sunk his hands deep into his pockets, as he trudged on next to (Y/N). “You look amazing tonight, by the way.” He looked over at her, hoping he was making up for earlier a bit by complimenting her.

(Y/N) smiled softly, feeling a blush spread over her face as she looked over at him. “Thanks.”

They arrived at the pub shortly after. The four of them grabbed one of the only remaining tables before the boys went up to the bar to grab them the first round of pints. “So, you and (Y/F/N) seem to be getting rather close,” Joe smirked, nudging Ben ever so slightly. He was getting awfully close to her on the walk over, Joe might just be stuck listening to Ben having the time of his life through the wall all night if he didn’t work fast enough. “Do I have to be worried?”

The blonde actor rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t be daft. We’ve hardly said anything to each other.”

“Baby steps, my friend.” Joe waved him off as his pints for him and (Y/N) were set in front of him. He had at least a basic concept about how he was going to snag the (H/C) woman back at the table. He should at least give Ben the common courtesy bestowed upon Joe by the ‘bro-code’ and help him get a girl tonight as well. “I could be your wing-man.”

“I think you’ve got your hands full with her friend.” He chuckled. “And what about you and (Y/N)? You two looked as though you were getting pretty cosy on the walk over.” Ben jested turning around ever so slightly. He smirked seeing (Y/N) quickly look away before turning back to (Y/F/N). “Can’t keep her eyes off you.” He chuckled.

“What can I say, I’ve got all this…” He paused a moment brushing off his shoulders trying to act cool. “American charm.”

“If that’s what you want to call it. Whatever helps you sleep at night. mate.” Ben chuckled.

Meanwhile back at the table, the girls had been chatting quietly amongst themselves as the boys stood with their backs to them at the bar. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god…!” (Y/F/N) breathed with an incredulous smile on her face as she looked at her friend next to her on their side of the table. “We’re actually here with them! They’re actually with us!”

“I told you that sending the drinks was going to be a good idea.” (Y/N) smirked, looking over (Y/F/N) shoulder at the boys as they stood at the bar. Joe wasn’t normally the type of guy that she would’ve gone for, but something about her drew her to him. She bit her lip as she stared at the back of his head, there was a certain charm to him that she was desperate to figure out. She’d spend as long as it took to figure out how he had managed to crawl his way under her skin so quickly. “They’re quite charming, aren’t they?”

“Yours seems a bit oblivious if I’m completely honest.” (Y/F/N) teased gently.

“At least mine talks.” (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at the (Y/F/H/C) next to her before turning her gaze back to Joe. She felt a stupid grin spreading across her lips until Ben turned around, looking back at the table, a smirk poised on his lips as he talked to Joe. The (H/C) female drew in a sharp breath as she quickly turned to look back at (Y/F/N), hoping to god that the blonde at the bar hadn’t caught her staring at his friend. “Yours seems interested by the way. Just checked you out.” (Y/F/N) blushed fifty shades of crimson as she giggled softly to herself. “Awe, come on babe, you got to own your hotness every once and a while. You’re a real catch!”

“So you keep telling me, but it has yet to happen.”

“Well, tonight could be your lucky night.” (Y/N) winked at her friend, seeing the boys returning to the table over her shoulder.

“Here we are!” Joe cheered, setting the pint down in front of (Y/N) before taking his seat across from her. “You said a Strongbow Dark Fruit, yeah?”

“Sure did, thanks.” She smiled at him as she took a sip of her drink. “Ah, that’s the ticket right there.” She sighed leaning back in her seat as she smirked across the table at the American. “So what brings you to England then?”

“I’m going to be moving here in about a month for work for a bit. For now, I’m just here for some, I guess you could say interviews.”

“Oh, so you’re going back to America then?” (Y/F/N) sighed, slightly disappointed. She was wasting her time, wasn’t she? Even still she was determined to spend the night with Joe if anything to show him what he was going to be missing out on.

Joe smirked cheekily. “Don’t you worry, I’ll be back in a month.” He winked at her. “I’ll have my own place then, but for now I’m crashing with this guy.” He pointed his thumb over at the blonde sitting next to him. It was then that Joe noticed how intently that (Y/N) was staring at him, but not in a lustful kind of way. More in like an I know your secretkind of way. “Why do I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before?”

“Uh…” Joe’s heart sped up ever so slightly. He was used to not many people recognizing him, but even still that didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy being able to be a completely normal guy who hadn’t been in an extremely successful film franchise as a child, or in one of the biggest biopics about one of the greatest bands in history a few years back. “I really doubt that.” He shrugged her off, deciding that telling a little white lie would’ve been in his best interest. The last thing he wanted to do was answer questions about being in the entertainment industry all night. “Must have a twin or something in London.” He chuckled. “Though I have been told I look like a young John Deacon so maybe that’s it.”

“Yeah...I suppose you’re right.” She squinted her eyes at him before looking over at Ben. She stared at him, lost in (Y/F/N)’s eyes despite the fact that she wasn’t looking at him before looking at (Y/F/N). “Don’t you think he looks a lot like the guy who used to play Peter Beale on EastEnders?”

“Now that you mention it, he does a bit…” (Y/F/N) furrowed a brow quizzically at the blonde across from her.

“Hey Ben!” (Y/N) tried to grab his attention. “I know I’ve seen you somewhere before. You wouldn’t happen to know EastEnders, would you?”

Joe turned his gaze to the younger actor next to him expecting an answer, but to nobody’s surprise, it was Ben’s turn to be lost in thought as he stared at the (Y/F/H/C) across the table from him, a stupid, lovesick look on his face. The group laughed a little bit at his dazed state. “Ha, now who’s being the oblivious one.” Joe teased gently.

“Go on (Y/F/N), try to snap him out of it with a witty remark or something.” (Y/N) nudged her friend with a smirk, referring to what she had said to Joe earlier when he had been gone.

“I am absolutely not asking him if he wants to see my tits like you did.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Wait you said what?!” Joe laughed in surprise. He hadn’t realised that. Boy was this kid lost. Joe chuckled softly as he tried to shake the blonde from his distracted gaze. “Hey, Romeo, snap out of it.” Joe teased waving a hand in front of his face, snapping Ben back to reality.

“Oh uh...sorry what were you saying?” He asked, turning to look at the other actor, a slight glare of annoyance for interrupting his staring to his gaze.

Joe snickered softly at Ben before turning over to look at (Y/F/N). “(Y/N) was just asking why she feels like she’s seen us before.” He explained, not sure if Ben wanted to disclose that information.

It wasn’t often that they got to go under the radar as normal guys, especially Ben. EastEnders had been the thing to put him on the map here in England, and so many people knew the show, so he figured he’d let the younger actor take the lead on this one.

“Oh, well, you know I live here in London, perhaps you might’ve seen me around.” Ben tried to wave her off.

“In a city with over a million people living in it?” She scoffed. “Highly unlikely.”

“Never know, if you’re a frequenter of that first pub, then you’re bound to catch me in there with my mates for a pub quiz on a Friday night.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his pint. On the surface, (Y/N) seemed to accept this answer, but inside something was screaming at her that the blonde and his friend were hiding something about themselves, something that was drastically important. After a while, they migrated over to The Lyric, where they had a high-top table to sit around, this time Joe and Ben across from each other with the girls in between them. It had been a pretty chill night so far, discussing music and films, while the two actors casually danced around their own professions. “So (Y/F/N) what would you say your favourite film is?”

“Oh you ask me to choose my favourite child! There’s so many amazing films out there.” She groaned as she pondered his question. “I guess if I had to pick one, it would have to be...Jurassic Park.”

Joe’s eyes lit up when (Y/N) had said Jurassic Park. “Really?” He asked leaning forward in his seat, a wide grin stretching across his features. “What about it do you like so much?”

“Well let’s face it, nobody can compose a score like John Williams.” She laughed. “Star Wars, Harry Potter, ET, Indiana Jones, what’s not to like? Then I guess the acting was pretty good, especially the kids.” Joe beamed at this answer. Sure (Y/F/N) wasn’t the one that he was interested, but it was always nice to hear people compliment his work, especially when they didn’t realise, they were. This look of adoration didn’t go unnoticed by (Y/N). She stared at the man trying to figure out why all of a sudden, his loyalties had changed. It wasn’t until he started talking about Jurassic Park, particularly about Timmy, did it finally dawn upon her where she had seen him before. This man sitting next to her was the grown-up little boy from Jurassic Park! Oh, (Y/N) just had to tell (Y/F/N), right now. It was luck that at this moment both girls were finishing up their drinks. They wouldn’t dare leave the table together before they were gone. She motioned her head toward the sign that said ‘Toilets’ with an arrow pointing in their direction. (Y/F/N) nodded before rising with her. “We’ll be right back, just going to pop off to the toilet’s really quick.” The boys nodded and fell into their own conversation as the girls wound their way through the crowded pub.

“We get it Joe you were a successful childhood actor. No need to go rubbing it in my face.” Ben chuckled softly, winking cheekily at the older actor.

“Well, you know it’s not every day I get to hear people’s genuine opinions on my work.” Joe chuckled as he finished off his pint.

“Uh-huh, well could you get those opinions without making it seem like you’re moving in on my girl?” Ben asked with a raised brow. “I think (Y/N)’s starting to get a bit jealous, she was looking at you a bit weird just now before they left.”

“Oh god, you don’t think she thinks I’m hitting on (Y/F/N) do you?” Joe asked, a bit mortified at the very idea. (Y/N) had been great fun all night, she was so witty, not to mention beyond beautiful. Last thing he wanted to do was make it seem like her friend was getting all the attention.

“Well, if she does, I’d recommend doing some major clean up if I were you.” Ben suggested as the girls reapproached the table, Ben and Joe grinned widely at them as they sat down with the next round in hand.

“Can you two be any more perfect?” Joe chuckled as he took the last sip of his other pint before reaching for the other.

“You’ve just about read my mind.” Ben chuckled doing the same.

The conversation quickly picked up where it had left off, this time Ben more so staying in conversation with (Y/F/N) and Joe with (Y/N). After a while, (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how Joe seemed rather distracted by something as she was telling him a story about her favourite song and the meaning it had to her. He frantically began to look around the table. “Oh, goddamn it.”

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked with a raised brow, confusion laced over her features as the other two broke from their conversation to look at the American actor.

“I don’t have my bag. I had a work thing before Ben and I went to the pub you guys found us in.” Joe groaned as he leaned forward on the table banging his head up against it. The new script for the film he was about to be working on was tucked in there with his name written all over it. If that script was leaked before the film came out, and the producers found out it was him who had been so careless, not only would he be fired in an instant, but probably blackballed as well.

“You didn’t have a bag when we left the first pub, perhaps you left it behind.”

The American was clearly beginning to panic at this point at the thought of his bag being lost out there in the cold dark streets of London...all on its own. “There’s confidential script things in there. If that gets leaked, I’m so fired.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at this statement. Script things? Could her suspicions about Joe be true?

“Hey.” (Y/N) reached out gently placing a hand on his trying to calm him. “It’ll be alright. We’ll find it. Just call the pub.”

Though frazzled, Joe took out his phone and began scrolling through the names of the nearby pubs, desperately in search of the contact info for the pub they had been at before. He eventually found it, and while he was distracted on the phone, Ben turned to the two ladies on either side of him. “I guess that means we’re going to have to take off.” He sighed sadly, his eyes connecting over with (Y/N)’s for a moment. “He’s not from around here, can’t have him getting lost…” He explained with a frown.

“Well, I’ll go with him.” (Y/N) name spoke up looking over at (Y/F/N) with a smile, hope sparkling in her eyes. Now was her chance to be alone with Joe and find out if her suspicions were true. She’d still be interested in him regardless of if they were or not, but there was something exciting about the prospect that she was. “That is if you don’t mind being left alone with…” She looked over at the blonde actor, a soft giggle escaping her lips before back at her friend.

(Y/F/N) nodded before she stood, walking over to whisper in (Y/N) ear. “Now’s your chance. Don’t fucking blow it.” (Y/F/N) laughed in her ear. “And remember, use protection.

(Y/N) turned a dark crimson at what she said. (Y/F/N) was normally so innocent so to hear such a thing escape her lips was new for the (H/C). “I’ll be fine. Just text me if you need me.” (Y/F/N) giggled at her friend as she rounded her way back around the table, sending Ben a bright smile.

“Okay, thank you so much.” (Y/N) heard Joe say, grabbing her attention once again. “The first pub’s got it.” The American actor shrugged on his coat as he stood looking over at Ben. “I’m going to go grab it, I’ll be back soon.”

“Would you like some company?” (Y/N) smirked, smoothly timing her attempt at spending some alone time with Joe. Judging by the way he stood there for a moment, clearly in shock she certainly had the American wrapped around her finger. Getting the rest of this evening to go her way was going to be all too easy.

Joe on the other hand was absolutely floored. She wanted to come with him. He was actually going to be alone with her. It was now or never, he had to make up for what an idiot he had been earlier on the street “Uh...Yeah! Sure! That’d be great!” He nodded, rambling ever so slightly as (Y/N) stood, his eyes glued to her as she pulled on her jacket. “I could use someone to show me around.”

“I think I can do that.” She winked at him cheekily, sending a flush over the actor’s cheeks as she turned to look at the blonde and the (Y/F/H/C) who remained at the table. “Don’t do anything I would do, but then again don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s a little grey area there for you (Y/F/N).” She winked again before leaving the pub with the other actor.

The pair walked along in silence for a little bit. “I uh...thanks for coming with me.” Joe stumbled over his words a bit. “I’m sure I would’ve gotten horribly lost and ended up getting mugged in an alleyway or something.” He laughed.

“Well, I wouldn’t count yourself completely out of the woods yet. The chances of me mugging you in an alleyway may be slim but they’re still there.” She winked cheekily.

Joe gasped in fake shock, placing a hand over his chest. “Are you saying you would do things to me in an alleyway?”

(Y/N) smirked softly as she slyly looked over at the actor. “Eh, probably not.” She chuckled under her breath slightly seeing how dejected Joe looked for a moment. “Now in my bed however...that could be fun.”

Joe smirked pulling the girl to a stop by a hand around her waist. “Oh-ho.” He chuckled softly, pulling her close so she was but a lips distance away from him. “Is that a bit of desire I’m sensing?”

“Among other things.” She winked cheekily, kissing his cheek before pulling herself out of the actor’s arms, continuing on toward the pub he had left his bag at. Joe stood there dumbfounded, what was the girl doing to him that he was so whipped this early on? “Hey, Stars and Stripes, you coming?” She called over her shoulder for the American actor.

Joe quickly caught up to the girl as they made their way back to the first pub. He saw her checking him out from the corner of his eye every once and awhile. “I can feel you burning holes in my head.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry for staring it’s just...you look so familiar. You’re sure we’ve never met before?”

The actor gulped slightly; he was rather enjoying not having to talk about his films with someone he was interested in in the longest time. “If you had to say who I look like, who would it be then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“Hmm...well if I had to say one, it’d be the grown-up version of Timmy in Jurassic Park. Or, like you said, maybe even John Deacon from Queen.” She shrugged. She was almost positive that Joe was, in fact, Joe Mazzello the actor, but she didn’t want to assume anything. If he wanted to tell her that he was that actor, he’d do it in his own time.

Joe narrowed his eyes as they stopped outside the pub that had his bag. “Alright, how long have you known?” He asked with a slight smirk.

“For sure? About five seconds.” She winked. “Before then, I only thought you looked like him.”

The actor groaned, rolling his eyes as they entered the pub. “You’re not one of those crazy overzealous fangirls who’s going to try and murder me or cut off a lock of my hair when you think I’m not looking are you?”

“No, why? Does that turn you on?” She smirked cheekily, making the actor burst out laughing.

“Only every second Tuesday.” He said before turning to look at the host. “Hi, I called earlier about a bag I left behind?” As the worker left in search of the bag, Joe turned to look at (Y/N). “Well, you’re right, I am Joe Mazzello.” He sighed. “Please don’t think any differently of me now that you know…”

“You mean give you special treatment?! Nah, I’m going to treat you like the worthless piece of pond scum you are.” She winked at him, making him laugh again. She had no idea where this sudden boost of confidence was coming from. She desperately hoped deep inside that he was genuinely finding her humour as just that, humour and not that she was actually insulting him. That would be her luck. She had started talking to him because she thought that he was funny and handsome not because he was Joseph Francis Mazzello III.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smirked. “You’re not like other girls I’ve met.”

“Because I’m sexy beyond belief?” (Y/N) asked, striking a ridiculous pose batting her lashes at the actor. That would be an understatement, the actor thought to himself. The girls that he often met in his line of work were typically like the triangle of choice between two things and not getting the third. The three points were usually good looks, good personality, and humour, and somehow this girl standing next to him with her beautiful sparkling (e/c) irises, and flowing (h/c) locks, she was a novelty in the regard that she somehow checked all three boxes. He wasn’t about to let this one get away.

“No, I believe that would be me hun. I mean just look at this piece of ass.” He smirked as he struck a pose making her laugh as the pub staff brought over the bag the actor had lost earlier. He thanked the host before they walked out of the pub together for the second time that night. “So...back to the other pub then…?” He asked quietly, silently hoping that she would suggest something else.

“I mean if that’s what you want.” She shrugged as they trudged along...in the complete wrong direction despite the fact they both knew very well where they had to go.

“Look I think it’s safe to say that we’re both attracted to one another.” Joe stated rather bluntly. “I don’t know about you, but I’d be an absolute fool not to act upon the choice opportunity that’s been presented to us, don’t you agree.” Without hesitation (Y/N)’s arms were around the actor’s neck as she pulled him into a rather heated kiss. When they broke apart only for air, the actor smirked. “I’m going to take that as a yes then.”

“We’ll go to mine then, yeah?” She asked as they kissed again.

“Well seeing as how Ben might think I was overstepping guest boundaries by doing it on his couch….” He chuckled as they both broke out their phones to text their respective friends.

Joe - See ya in the morning 😎😏😉

Ben - You’re abandoning me? 🥺🥺

Joe - Sure am 🖖🏻👅

Ben - 🙈 Really Joseph, I thought we had something special 😭

Joe - Just think of it as a temporary eviction 😜

“So, where were we?” Joe asked as he kissed her again.

“Not a question of where were we, it’s where are we going?” (Y/N) laughed pulling the actor off in the direction of the nearest tube stop to get to her flat.

“Will there be more drinks?” He chuckled.

“I’ll put the kettle on.” She winked. Afterall, it was going to be a long night.

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friccinfricks · 4 years

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The BoRhap Boys x CurlyHaired!Reader Headcanons

This is such a fun concept! For you guys to reference, I’m just gonna base the reader off of this:

Anyways, here we go!

Please note that there is some NSFW content, so if you’re under 18, skip this one out :)

also freaking send me requests, i could do headcanons all day everyday

Gwilym Lee

- so Gwil’s got a thing for playing with your curls - it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, it’s just sort of something he does absentmindedly - “Babe stop, focus on your script” - “This is me focusing on my script” - however this does fell quite good on your end - a lot of times he massages your head while he’s toying with your curls - you have to yell at him all the time not to hurt your ringlets - he doesn’t meant to pull them out, it’s just so satisfying to see them spring back into their original form - this also translates into your sex life - gripping, pulling from behind - that’s. his. shit. - he’s not like, suuuuper kinky - but pulling your hair is definitely one of his kinks - ANYWAYS - he likes to watch you towel-dry them when you get out of the shower - “Why are you looking at me like that?” - “I just don’t understand... they’re always, constantly perfectly curly” - he even says stupid shit like this when you’ve had a bad hair day - when it’s been a long day and London weather has just... not been kind to your hair - he still takes it in fistfuls and scrunches it up for you to help it regain its shape - he’s just, you know, a curious guy - he likes that your hair is different, he can pick you out of a crowd with ease because of it - soooo yeah - he’s happy to stroke it lovingly or tangle it in his hands while he fucks you, as long as he’s got your hair in his hand, he’s happy

Rami Malek

- right, so - as we know, Rami’s got some curls of his own - so you two compare products all the time - that’s actually how you met - you were in a Sally’s Beauty Supply Store and you were looking for a decent curl shampoo (because let’s be real, grocery store stuff isn’t really cutting it these days) - and here was this smaller framed guy just kinda vibing in one of the aisles, holding two different bottles of shampoo, smelling them - he turns to you and smiles and says, “um, you look like you know stuff” - which leads you to say, “I know a few things, I’ve been on this planet for a few days” - you both chuckle awkwardly and he asks you which product smells better - one of them smells like green tea almost ? - and the other is OF COURSE coconut - because it’s ALWAYS fucking coconut - you express this, and it makes him smile - you’re standing vvvv close to one another, wafting in the scents - he asks what products you’re using because coincidentally, he likes the smell of your hair - and so you show him some stuff that you like, but say that you’re in the market for something new - you end up exchanging numbers at the cash register so that later on in the month you can “compare notes” about different products - this very quickly leads to the two of you flirting and going out - later on in the relationship you take shopping for hair supplies very seriously - (it’s a romantic outing for you, always) - you both constantly insist on smelling everything before you buy it, and when allowed, test out creams and mousse’s on each other - he’s very big on hair care - and because of his experience, doesn’t touch your curls without your permission (on purpose anyways) - overall he’s just v gentle with you and your curls and how they’re so uniquely... you - he won’t hesitate to de-thorn roses from your rose bush outside to make a flower-crown for you (even if that isn’t exactly one of his strengths) - and loves to find creative ways to put real flowers in your hair without stressing it too much - “Babe stop, hold still, this is going to look so cool” - “I- okay” - he really likes that he can talk to you about various issues with is hair, since it’s a new challenge everyday - just, soft boy vibes 100

Joe Mazzello

- “oKaY i’M sORrY i diDN’t kNoW pErM sToOd foR pERmAneNt” - “Babe it’s in the name!” - so that was a thing - he used all of your products for like two fucking months - and was uh, rather liberal with his use of them - he’s just, confused the entire time - the perm feels kind of odd to you, but it grows out eventually - you try your best to teach him how to maintain curly hair, even if his is much shorter - “NO! DON’T BRUSH IT LIKE THAT” - “why???” - You’re hurting the follicle!” - As much as he dislikes it, he does appreciate the extra attention he’s getting from you to help him - Like teaching him how to deep condition in the shower or dry with a diffuser - ah, speaking of showers - “Baby I need help in the shower again” - “You just want shower head.” - “Yes but it’s a great way to spend time while we condition!” - he does his best to style it nicely, with some help from you - it’s kind of a great way to start the day - but even without his own perm, he’s always had an appreciation for your curls - for formal events or dinners, it’s one of the first things he compliments - “Ugh, so gorgeous, impeccable” - “Shut up” - and he loves when you put some of it up and let the whispies and fly-aways do their own thing - it’s the cutest thing in the world to wake up to !! - he’ll kiss your nose and then your forehead, and wrap a stray curl around his finger before asking what you want for breakfast - also I feel like it’s a trait his family would dig ?? like he’s got a sister and let’s be real, who doesn’t like a nice set of curls? - it would probably be one of the first things his parents notice about you tbh - and, so, yeah - Joe thinks you’re a show stopper, and loves loves loves everything about you, whether or not you’re having a bad hair day

Ben Hardy

- alright, FOLKS - like Rami, Benny Boy’s got some waves/texture of his own - and I GENUINELY BELIEVE THAT HE SHOULD GROW IT OUT - but we’ll get to that at a later date - we all know that Ben Hardy has the body of an adonis - however - look at this man’s h a i r - I personally choose to believe that this man has the softest, silkiest hair perhaps known to mankind - like, the kind that no matter what the weather’s like, it doesn’t matter when the last time was that he washed it - just... SILKY WAVES - ughhhhh and you know this man doesn’t even know how gorgeous his hair is - like, he’s constantly scrunching your curls and softly telling you how pretty you are and how beautiful your hair is - but fucking refuses to acknowledge his own beauty - so sometimes you guys will have nights in where you just order a pizza, do face masks, and deep condition together (and maybe drink some red wine too, if that’s your thing) - and it’s such a cute lil date!! - you do it pretty often - just one night where there are no crazy expectations, no elaborate dates, and if you have sex, it’s very cute/casual with giggles and playful touches - and the day after is usually quite a bit of fun as well - because you’re both so relaxed! - also, I get the feeling that Ben requires a tad bit of guidance when it comes to hair care - it’s not that he doesn’t know how to style his hair - it’s that he just likes it more when you do it with your own products - all in all, Ben’s the kind of guy who wants you to know that he loves you and thinks the world of you, and while he didn’t intentionally go searching for a “curly girl” he’s very, very happy with the one he got

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yelenasdog · 4 years

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just found this pic......... will be needing 7-9 business days to process, thanks.

#joe mazzello #joe mazzelo x reader

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likesomekindofcheese · 4 years

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What about HC for Joe and Rami dating a british person and HC for Gwill and Ben dating an american?

Hi there! That’s a wonderful idea! I am American so the idea of dating Ben or Gwil and the cute cultural differences! Though feel free to take my idea of British! Y/N with a grain of salt. Thanks for sharing!

Ben dating an American would include...

You have to learn about cricket and rugby!

Which means going to games with hot chocolate on a cold day and him explaining every last rule!

Trying British Food all the time! You find you enjoy pies lot-dinner pies with cheese and meat in them. Though when you cook for Ben he will eat every bite and then pat his stomach childishly after.

Different terms for things and getting used to it!

I think the Fourth of July would be fun He would like the beer and fireworks and fun teasing about him losing.

You try not to gush over his accent because you’re a dime a dozen (but British people, you sound AMAZING to our American ears! And with Ben’s voice being deep there is a sexy edge to it and it drives you w i l d)

Going to a pub is normal, if not a bit boring. You wonder if they are interested at all.

He poshes up their accent around your parents or even his!

STEALING his JUMPERS!

They avoid difficult conversations and not ask a lot of questions.

Polite to a fault, but you make sure to say what you want in a relationship.

Your directness helps!

They have a dry sense of humor and enjoy light teasing

Mentioning different versions of the Office! Seeing the different Micheal Scotts and seeing young Martin Freeman is a blast and you both have a great time having marathons!

They make you quote Game of Thrones with your accent or read things

They are very charming!

You feel more assertive at restaurants. When Ben’s order is wrong, he wants to brush it off. So you alert the waiter politely that something is very off and they scurry off and get him the right plate of food and he smiles so large it touches his ears!

Gwil dating an American would include...

At first, he seems polite to the point of standoffishness and it made you a bit sad. But he was always very polite (he says he seems grumpy to some people). But then you opened up more to each other and eventually, he asked you out!

There would be teasing about each other’s accents and different slang words. But playful and well-intentioned.

Though Gwil has Welsh ancestry (hence his name and everything else) so you learn bits of Welsh as well and that mixture of cultures.

You both try different types of tea and you are determined to make him the right cup. But he insists that any cup made by you is worth drinking.

Lots of traveling! He would see all sorts of small parts of America and you get to see cities from Liverpool to Oxford

But IT’s SO COLD IN THE UK! You go in March and bundle up like it was January and he laughs at how cute and soft you look beneath your coat and scarf and hat.

He isn’t into PDA (which surprised you) and he is a bit more private about physical affection. So when he kisses you once you’re in private, it means even more!

He would love your independence. You tend to split the bill more when you go out.

He decided to meet your parents and you were panicking. It might as well be a step to something serious. But he was more relaxed, insisting it was not that big of a deal- and he wound up charming both of them!

Trying each other's tv shows! All! The! Time! And reviewing them over snacks Though you gush over Downton Abbey and he says “well...it’s alright!” and you say “just alright?!?” and laugh.

You’re surprised at how much he drinks sometimes and the few times he was drunk he was smiley and hugged you and was as affectionate as a toddler. You put him to bed and laughed as he starfished on his stomach on the mattress and cuddled you like you were his stuffed toy.

Usually, there are muted, simpler expressions of love. Asking about each other’s hobbies. Holding hands while watching a movie. Things like that.

He got to spend Thanksgiving and some of Christmas with your family. They were all wide-eyed and in awe of him. They kept getting to talk because they couldn’t get enough of his accent. People are like ooooo when they check the guy out and then turned to look at you in slight envy and cute teasing. You clearly won with this handsome British gentleman.

Despite the differences in some tv show tastes, you both are as happy as squirrels.

Joe dating a Brit would include...

The first date would be comfy. Joe would be nervous but when you show up in a shirt and jeans to a coffee shop, he relaxes more. He would dress up more and bring flowers and you were expecting something like a hang out so you were surprised!

There would be so much Banter! Your humor is dry and he is goofier but your discussions and little “arguments” are hysterical and a lot of fun!

But you were hesitant to date Joe. You didn’t want him to think you were an “easy target.” But he didn’t think that at all!

It surprised you how so cuddly Joe was! He always wanted to grab your hand or hold you or put you on his lap on a restaurant or things like that! Eventually, you got comfortable with it!

And you’re so sarcastic! Your wit and dripping comments leave him howling on the floor.

You don’t always drink a cuppa. When Joe took you to a tea shop in Britain as a date, you still enjoyed it. You sipped on tea and ate cakes and he couldn’t believe how much food there was in one sitting!

He learns to make that cup of tea or coffee or whatever you like!

But you have great taste in music. Often you go to record shops and listen to stuff all the time.

Britain has a long history of wonderful artists and bands, and you introduce him to artists and groups he never heard of.

Next thing you know, you wake up to Joe making pancakes and singing along to some obscure British pop group.

He is amazed at how you are never too cold! Joe on the other hand bundles up!

But American winds up being hot and muggy. You have to wear shorts and run for air-conditioned buildings (he teases that he likes you in shorts for you cute booty, though, of course!)

You always evoke empathy! You’re actually kind and deeply caring for others and when you shine that kindness for others it makes Joe fall for you even harder.

You teach him British slang and he loves it.

“It’s a loo or toilet, right? What are diapers?”

“Nappies!”

“That’s adorable for diapers!”

When you’re making out you softly say that Joe is the fittest guy ever and he gets confused.

“Well, I don’t have a six-pack yet....”

And you blush and laugh and say “No! I mean...fit means “hot” not just like “athletic!”’

Joe admires your confidence and strength. You’re his rock.

Rami dating a Brit would include...

The first impression is important for Rami. Although you are relaxed and happy on the first date, he goes to the nines and takes you to a fancy place and spoils you rotten. But it’s so cute!

You’re so polite to him! You seem so dignified and use your manners and it makes him swoon inside!

You would travel and see Rami’s family and learn about their history. It’s very sweet and you see all of his cute baby photos!

Though you poke fun at the way he pronounces “vitamins” so he teases you back using his British accent (sometimes saying a Freddie line or two)

You do enjoy a beer! Or a pint! Rami always covers your drinks and your rides!

Though he would be surprised if you drink more than he does! He would be sweet if you were hungover, though. ‘

“You always have wine with dinner?”

“You don’t?”

“You always drink beer! I’m trying to get you to not die!”

“Oh, relax! Have one with me, Rami dear!”

He enjoys pub songs though and will often dance with you to the music playing.

He would love the genuine deeds and attitude you have. You are a good person, but you aren’t fake.

Though he would roll his eyes at reality shows like Love Island, he watches it with you and makes silly observations.

Though you both get into The Great British Bake-off and try some of the recipes!

You appreciate style! And Rami is a fashion icon so whenever you dress up or have to go to a fancy event, you gush over him and take a dozen pictures

He travels to the UK with you and sees your family. He enjoys Christmas for the crackers and keeps the paper hat they make for him.

He always pays the bill at the restaurant which surprises you! But hey, it’s free food from a handsome guy!

You aren’t too talky and he appreciates it. He is more of a quiet and shy man himself. So words mean more.

It’s a romantic, indulgent, and meaningful connection where you learn everything about each other.

You even get Rami addicted to Cheeky Nandos.

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goldenmazzello · 4 years

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Lay all your love on me | Part 1

(I don't own this gif. Credits to the owner)

Warning: Flashbacks. Language. Mentions of poor mental health, angst.

W/C: 2.8k.

A/N: Hello! This is the first part of Lay all your love on me. You can find the next parts on my pinned masterlist here.

MASTERLIST

Your last day on set has finally arrived. It's amazing how time flies when you're busy doing things you really love, surrounded by magnificient people. It makes you forget about your every day routine and to have some fun from time to time.

Everybody was getting their make-up done for the last day of filming. As you entered the trailer in order to get yours done, a sweet, delicate voice called you.

"(Y/n)! Are you ready for our last day?" Lucy asked with a bright smile on her face while sitting on her personalized black chair, which had her name written at the back.

You smiled. "To be honest, I'm not doing too well, I'm gonna miss you guys so much." You said with a pouty face. Lucy said she would miss all of you too.

“Oh, nice baby bump!”

You furrowed your brows but then you remembered. You were wearing a fake silicone belly, since your character was going to be pregnant in that scene.

“Yeah, he’s kicking so hard.” You joked.

You sat on your chair as your assistant helped you put your wig. You laughed at your reflection in the mirror. "I still can't used to this wig." You found it odd to wear a blonde wig.

“At least they didn’t give you a perm!” Joe appeared holding two cups of coffee on each of his hands. “Here you have, my wonderful wife.” he approached you and gave you one of the cups. You laughed at his comments.

“Thank you, Mr. Deacon.” You thanked him and left a kiss on his cheek.

Joe bringing you coffee on set every morning became a habit, one you were very delighted with. He was so kind with you that you swore your heart could just melt for every little thing he did for you.

And while drinking your coffee, you remembered your very first day on set and how you and Joe started talking.

Filming had already started by your first day on set. Today, you would meet the entire cast of the wonderful movie you were going to take part in. You felt an overwhelming joy for being part of such an incredible project, not only because it was a big step in your career as an actress, but also because you were a Queen fan. And it was your very first time in London.

Your very first scene was Freddie’s birthday party. You greeted all of your new cast mates before paying attention to the director’s indications.

You sat between two of your cast mates. One of them was wearing a long-haired blonde wig and the other a long-haired brown one with a strange fringe. You were wearing a wig as well. It was a black-haired one with a fringe and low pony tails falling over your shoulders. Your eyes had a beautiful emerald eye-shadow which you weren’t very comfortable with but you didn’t care, you were another person now, it was your job.

As they started filming, you kept a conversation with the actor that played John Deacon’s role, your husband, of who you didn't remember his name. You smile at each other and them you both joined the conversation that the others were having about Freddie’s life as his mom stood up and looked for family pictures.

The director decided to take some breaks in between the scenes. It was a good opportunity to introduce yourself and to make some new friends.

“Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Ben.” said the blonde one who was next to you and you told him your name. The other actors joined him and all of you started talking. There was something strange in one of them, the one who was next to you and introduced himself as Joe. Why was he talking so weird?

“Why are you doing a bad American accent?” You asked him laughing. He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth but didn’t say anything, he looked as if he was trying to find the words to say. “B-but, t-that’s my voice.” he said confused.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” You said and covered your face with your hands. That’s why you don’t have friends, stupid, you said to yourself.

Your face was burning and you felt absolutely embarrassed. How long have you been on set? Three hours? And you were already causing trouble.

He laughed. “Nevermind. What an awesome compliment. I mean, I’ve been working on it so hard and you thought that I was actually British but...What’s wrong with my voice? I think it’s a pretty convincing American accent. Anyway, thanks for the compliment.”

“I’m really really sorry, I don’t know why I said that.” Your face was still red. You wished the Earth would swallow you, you wanted to disappear from his sight. He put his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you don’t need to apologize. I really meant what I’ve said, it was a nice compliment, I’m prouder of myself now!” He assured you and gave you an expression that indicated everything was okay and there wasn’t anything bad at what you had said, he wasn’t mad at that.

You weren’t very convinced but after getting closer to him the following days, you realized that he was telling you the truth and there wasn’t anything you should worry about. After that, you both talked about each other’s lives. You found out he lived in New York, just as you. He was from there but you were from New Jersey. You told him how you ended up moving to New York to study and work on your acting career. Since that day, you both became very good friends. And the same thing happened with Ben, Gwilym, Rami and Lucy, you became close to them because of your new friendship with Joe.

“Let’s take a picture for Instagram.” Joe suggested. You stood next to him, with your right hand covering half of your mouth showing surprise and Joe put one of his hands on your fake belly and the other did the same as yours.

Lucy took the photo.

@Joe_Mazzello: Say hi to the Deacon family! @(y/n)(y/s/n) #BohemianRhapsody #Queen #DeaconFamily

The director was giving the last indications for the scene. We will rock you. You were on a sofa next to Joe, having a conversation as Ben did the same with the actress who played his wife and the one who was Gwilym’s wife sat there looking at him, while he was looking at Rami, completely annoyed. The girls were very good actresses but unfortunately, they weren’t very close to the rest of the cast and won’t be joining the future tour press since they have another projects in the pipeline.

“You look so funny in that blonde wig.” Joe teased you, knowing that you hated it.

Actually, Joe wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, as always, but he wasn't bold enough to do it.

"Shut up or I'll take your wig off." You threatened him, he mocked you and rested his head on your shoulder.

And after that, Gwilym ordered everybody to join him. He came up with the beat of a new song he had been working on. Suddenly, all of you were clapping your hands at the third beat as Rami appeared and apologized for being late. He asked what was going on and Gwilym explained he wanted to give the audience a song they could perform and be part of it and you all began to sing and clap your hands.

"Cut!" The director shouted.

And everything was done. There were no scenes left, nothing else. After that, Rami suggested to go and have coffee. All of you were sat on the floor and drinking your coffee.

"I can't believe it's our last day." You said.

"I still remember the very first time you were on set." Gwilym said. "And the odd American accent." he moved his gaze from you to Joe and laughed.

"Oh no, please, I'm still ashamed of that." You begged him not no bring that back.

Memories from set were mentioned as you took a sip of coffee. You had a big smile on your face as you remembered probably one of the best days of your life and the best memory on set.

"Who's coming over?" You asked Rami, who was taking his crown off and put in on your head, you laughed.

"I don't know, darling. Maybe some fans." He shrugged. He got used to talking like Freddie.

After Freddie's party scene in Garden Lodge, the director suggedted to take a break and said that they had some guests on set that day.

"I thought we were going to film the I want to break free music video now." Gwilym said thoughtful with his hand on his chin.

"Hey mates, look who are here today!" Ben said as he, Joe and Lucy stood next to you, Rami and Gwilym and pointed at the door.

You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw them.

Brian May and Roger Taylor were a few feet away from you. Brian and Roger, from Queen, your favorite band, your idols.

"Hey folks, How are you doing today?" Asked Brian with a charming smile.

Everybody greeted them but you. You were in shock, your face was as white as a sheet and your jaw was slacked. Lucy seemed to notice you and held your hand.

Joe put his hand in your back and rubbed it softly. “Let’s go outside and catch some fresh air.”

“Hey, who’s this pretty lady?” Roger asked. He took off his black glasses.

“(Y/n) are you okay?” Lucy asked worried and the four men next to you turned to look.

Oh God, you were absolutely nervous. Never in your craziest dreams you thought about having this opportunity. You knew that Brian and Roger sometimes visited the set but you didn’t think they would do it a day you were there.

“I-I-I’m (Y/n)...” you extended your shaky hand. “Oh sorry for this, but I’m a big fan of Queen and...Oh God I can’t believe it!” Roger laughed and took your hand and shook it. You thought you were going to faint. You could feel your knees weaken.

“No! I’m okay” You were shaking.

“Wow, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve seen some pictures of you here on set with these amazing people, you’re doing amazing.” He said and Brian nodded.

“We’re finally meeting!” Brian said and you smiled with watery eyes.

Joe wondered what made you deal with so much pain, you'd never said anything about that. He felt his heart broke at the mere thought of you being in pain.

Brian and Roger were absolutely grateful for your words.

“I feel like I’m dreaming.” You laughed nervously. “You guys don’t have an idea of how much I appreciate you, your music helped me to heal so much pain and I will be forever grateful for that. I wanna show you something.” You said as you uncover your left wrist from your sleeve. You had a beautiful butterfly tattooed and under it, a lyric from one of your favorite songs by Queen, Spread your wings. “I’ve had this for over 12 years now and one of my biggest wishes was to show it to both of you someday and to thank you for everything."

“I’m glad our music help you in any possible way.” Brian said “And your tattoo is amazing. John would be very pleased If he saw it” You smiled.

“I love it.” Roger said. “Hey Bri, why don’t we take a photo with her for Instagram?”

“That would be nice.”

Oh my God.

"Let me be your photographer." Rami asked Brian for his phone and took some photos of your tattoo and others of you with them. A few minutes after that, your phone buzzed. Queen has tagged you on a post.

@OfficialQueenMusic: “So glad to meet a fan today that will be part of our upcoming movie. Thank you for sharing your story with us @(y/n)(y/s/n) #BohemianRhapsody”

That was, by far, the best day of your entire life.

“Hey, come back to Earth, where are you?” Ben asked moving a hand in your face. You shook your head.

“I was thinking about the first time I met Brian and Roger.” You blushed and he laughed.

“Oh, the day you almost pass out” Ben joked and you slapped him on his arm. “Hey, Am I telling a lie?”

“Of course I almost pass out, my eyes were lucky to see Brian and Roger in person.” You and Ben giggled.

“I’m going to miss you, do you know that?” Ben asked.

“So do I!” You hugged him. Smiling. "You know I'm going to visit you."

Those weeks on set made you realize how lucky you were to find such incredible people. After years and years of being alone in your misery. After the countless nights you cried yourself to sleep and feeling like a piece of shit for being so alone in this world, everything was making sense now.

You never told them about what you had been through. Being a teenager wasn’t easy. You wanted people to destroy the concept that your teenage years are supposed to be fun and those are the best years of your life because when you hit your late 20s, responsibilities are hard to manage and everything seems to be falling apart. Why couldn’t you be happy now?

Now, that you were 30, that everything was left behind. You wished you could say that you were a happy teenager and you didn’t have to fake a smile and pretend everything was okay. There were days you barely could get out of your house and see other people, or even worse, some days you couldn’t get out of bed and shower because there wasn’t any motivation at all. And no one understood. No one knew how hard it was being you, having such an stressful life that you worried about every little thing and it seemed you would never be at peace. You never felt safe. How hard it was to interact with others without thinking that they just did it to be nice to you or that they were desperately waiting for you to shut your fucking mouth. Isolation didn’t feel right. Loneliness didn’t feel right. Nothing felt right at all. You couldn’t keep pretending to be happy, you needed a reason to keep holding on, something that made you believe that your life was going to change, you wanted to be back on your feet and to know that all of that pain was gone.

Maybe it wasn’t so hard to be you, and eventually, you would find out where you belonged. You felt it was taking forever and you couldn’t wait for things to get better. You knew that someday things would be better and that your day would come. Sometimes you wished someone would save you, but you knew that you had to save yourself. If only you could find what you've been looking for. "How could this happen to me? "was the only thing that was always on your mind. You were sick of this life, you wanted to scream. You felt out of place, you were sick of feeling so left out.

And at that moment, you knew that your 18-year-old-self would be proud of you. Proud of the woman you had become and that now, all of your worries were left behind. You didn’t have to worry about that again, but it was still hard to open your heart and tell people about it. You weren’t embarrassed, it was part of you, part of your story but you didn’t want people to pity you.

You didn’t realize you were almost crying until Joe spoke.

“What’s going on?” He hugged you. Your vision was blurry, it was difficult for you to see clearly. You wiped your tears with your thumb and you chuckled.

“I’m very emotional today. I’m grateful for everything that this movie brought me, especially the five of you.”

There was a broad smile on Joe’s face. “Well, I’m glad you say that because you won’t get rid of me so easily, huh?” He joked. Joe always knew how to make you smile. But he was right, you lived like 30 minutes away from him, you would see each other everyday. “I have a list of places we’re visiting after coming back to New York.”

“That’s why I love you.” You hugged him again. He smiled.

Joe felt something on his chest. He wished that I love you meant something else than being loved as a friend, but at the same time, he didn’t want to feel like this, he didn’t want to be in love again. Since his last girlfriend cheated on him with his friend, he couldn’t feel anything for someone. All of his dates failed and he decided to take some time for himself.

But there was something Joe couldn’t deny, when you were near, everything seemed so easy, he could look into your eyes and forget the world.

“I love you even more.”

#joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello fluff #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello angst #borhap cast x reader #borhap cast #borhap boys x reader #borhap boys #joe mazzelo x reader #goldenmazzello

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inthedayswhenlandswerefew · 3 years

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Callbacks & Cannoli Cake

Requested by: The wonderful Wignony! (“If I haven't missed the cut off, could I request an imagine with Joe and reader? Something sickeningly sweet and romantic, maybe along the lines of a proposal/ wedding day/ honeymoon?”)

Summary: Joe got good news at work, but tonight you’ll have something even better to celebrate.

Warnings: Language, literal sugary sweetness, a tiny bit of angst (I’m sorry, you know me, I couldn’t help it! 😂).

Word Count: 1.5k.

You’re reading the text for the fifth time when he walks through the front door. I GOT THE PART!!! See yo fine ass at 6:15 ;)

“Hey, firefly!” Joe calls brightly, racing into the kitchen and linking his arms around your waist from behind, kissing the back of your neck with loud, comedic smacks as you giggle and try not to massacre the icing you’ve been painstakingly smoothing with a spatula. He’s called you that since your first date, a picnic in Grand Hope Park that was supposed to just be lunch and turned into drinks, tapas, dinner, and ice cream for dessert as fireflies crept out of their shelters and freckled the sky with their harmless, inborn lightning.

“Joe, babe, stop, please stop, I’m going to ruin the cake—”

Joe gasps, spying it for the first time. “A cannoli cake? You made me a cannoli cake?!”

You lift up the heavy glass cake plate and gingerly show him, wearing a sheepish smile. “I thought we should celebrate. There’s lasagna in the oven, it’ll be done in twenty minutes.”

“So we get to eat the cake first.”

You laugh, ferrying the cannoli cake to the kitchen table as Joe picks up the spatula and licks it like a lollipop, moaning orgasmicly, mascarpone frosting peppered with miniature chocolate chips dotting his nose and chin. “Tonight, Mr. Mazzello, you get everything you want.”

Today was his third callback for the part, a co-starring role of the protagonist’s best friend in a romantic comedy directed by Richard Curtis. And while you are firmly of the belief that Joe is more than worthy of lead roles—especially in romantic comedies, a genre in which he has been criminally underutilized—you know he’s thrilled to have landed it. Rebel Wilson, Colin Firth, and Zendaya are involved in the project as well, and filming will take place mostly in the gorgeous island paradise of Turks and Caicos. Which means that Joe will soon be jetting off to the Caribbean for months on end, leaving you here in Los Angeles to tend your bakery and catch up on your reading list and snuggle with the cats and try not to grow bitter about the fact that most people don’t have to give up their significant others for vast, volatile stretches of the year, most people don’t constantly feel like they’re battling to keep a surfboard level over waves of impermanence. And that’s what you’re really trying to do tonight: not just celebrate Joe’s accomplishments, not just make him happy, but to make sure he doesn’t notice the sadness around your eyes, the mournful slump in the set of your shoulders.

But as he sits down at the table and cuts two messy, hulking slices of cannoli cake and gives you the bigger one, Joe does notice something. His dark eyes catch on you and narrow. His brow furrows in concern. “What’s up, firefly?”

“Nothing,” you reply, slipping into the chair beside him, running your fingers through his hair and forcing a smile. “I’m so proud of you, Joe. And I know you’ll love it. I just...you know.” You take an unenthusiastic bite of cake and shrug, apologetic, feeling childish and selfish and ridiculous. “I’ll miss you.”

“Aww, I know, firefly. I’ll miss you too. But we’ll talk all the time, we’ll text and call and I’ll comment heart-eyes emojis on all your Instagram posts, and you can take a few long weekends to come visit me...and we can FaceTime so I can say hi to the cats and our beloved apartment!”

“Our apartment,” you murmur; because it doesn’t feel much like both of yours. You’ve only shared it for three months, and Joe has easily been out of town for two of them. And although you have no right at all to be disenchanted with an arrangement that you knowingly signed up for, you can’t help but fear that it all has an inescapable aura of transience, that one day Joe won’t come back home at all, and that the apartment won’t even feel that different without him in it; like he’s a comet that comes with the decades, a passing marvel that you can see but never own.

Joe reaches out and takes your free hand, the one not holding your fork. “Hey,” he says softly. “I know. Believe me, I know.”

“I’m not mad, I’m really not, I want you to have this. I know it’s what brings you happiness, I know it’s what you’re brilliant at, I just...I guess I just wish this all felt a little more permanent.”

That seems to surprise him. “What, like, you and me being permanent?”

“Yeah.” You take another bite of cannoli cake. It’s good. It’s really freaking good, actually. Joe’s massive slice is gone already; he cuts another, peering uncertainly over at you. He still doesn’t appear to get it. “What I mean is that I feel like you’re never here long enough for the apartment to start feeling like ours. You’re more like a guest. Petunia and Iris might think you’re just my hot friend who occasionally sleeps over and takes bubble baths with me.”

“I don’t think cats have a particularly deep understanding of commitment anyway.”

You laugh, mostly to break the gravity. This is the precise opposite of how you wanted this night to go. “Never mind, I’m being dumb. Forget it.” You smile again, as convincingly as you can. The scent of lasagna now fills the small kitchen; the orange-pink light of the sunset pours in through the open windows. “Enjoy Turks and Caicos. Make a hilarious movie. Slurp down your weight in daiquiris served in coconut shells. And try not to get too sunburned, I want to be able to touch you when I fly down to visit. We don’t need a repeat of Miami, lobster boy.”

Joe sets down his fork, crosses his arms over his chest, and grins at you thoughtfully, craftily.

“Uh oh. What?”

“Well, you see, it’s interesting that you brought up this whole permanence thing.”

You shake your head. “Joe, really, I don’t want to make tonight about me. I just want to celebrate. Can we do that?”

“Oh, we’re still celebrating, firefly. But I have one more thing to tell you about.”

“It better not be another cat. That’s really not the solution to this problem. Is it another cat? Jesus christ, if your mother is trying to get us to adopt another one of her rescue cats, I’m going to fucking scream—”

“It’s not a cat.”

“Then what is it?”

“Well,” Joe begins, grinning broadly now. “I guess it’s less of something I have to tell you and more of something I have to ask you.”

“...Ask me...what...?”

His hand slides into the pocket of his Hawaiian cargo shorts—not his best look, if you’re being totally honest about it—where for the first time you notice the faint outline of a tiny square. He takes out the ring box and sets it down between you on the table. Your fork tumbles out of your grasp and hits the floor, splattering frosting and cake crumbs. An ecstatic gasp rips from between your teeth. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

“No way...”

“Yes way.” Joe gestures to the box. “I don’t know what continent I’m going to be on six months from now. I don’t know how often I’ll find myself home in our apartment. I don’t know how great of a cat dad I am. But I know that I want you with me every step of the way. So, if you’re down to make this thing permanent, and to bake me cannoli cakes for the remainder of my earthly existence, I’d like for you to marry me. I’d love for you to marry me, actually. And if you need some time to think it over before giving me an answer, I completely understand—”

You rush out of your chair and into his shocked but welcoming arms, almost knocking him out of his seat as you climb into his lap, laughing, crying, kissing him as tears stream down your cheeks. “I don’t need time. I’m saying yes. Right here, right now, Mr. Mazzello.”

“You don’t even want to see the ring first?” he teases.

“Nope. I’m in no matter what it looks like. I swear on our neglected feline daughters’ lives.”

“Oh thank god, because my bank account is super sparse until this new gig starts paying and it’s a literal Ring Pop.”

Joe’s joking, of course; he’s joking almost all the time, which is one of the innumerable things you love about him. But you really don’t care what the ring looks like. You care about what it means, about the promise it holds, about the peace it gives you to carry around like armor against all the uncertainties of the world.

And Joe whispers, beaming: “Now, future Mrs. Mazzello, I really do have everything I want.”

#sleepover event!#joe mazzelo x reader #joe mazzello imagine

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it’s their 9 month old baby daughter’s first Christmas and reader melts at the sight of Joe holding their daughter and showing her all of the presents she’s got and their daughter says dada and Joe and reader light up at how much of a daddy’s girl she is and reader thinks about how when she signed up to play an extra on Bohemian Rhapsody that she never thought she would end up falling in love on set?

of course!

FIRST CHRISTMAS

pairings: Joe Mazzello x Fem!reader summary: ^^^ warnings: None note: y/d/n stands for your daughters name

"oh and look at this!" you heard your husband say downstairs.

you walked downstairs and caught Joe holding your little daughter while showing her the christmas gifts she had gotten

she giggled and took it off him, throwing it on the floor

"no, no. don't throw it, play with it" Joe picked up the care bear and put in front of your daughter and waving it around

"well good morning" you yawned.

Joe looked up and you and smiled like an idiot, your daughter looked over and laughed

"good morning, darling" Joe greeted

"Merry christmas" you walked up the them, sitting on the couch, leaning down to kiss Joe who was situated on the floor, next to the lit up tree.

"how long have you been up?" you asked him and they looked like they have been there a while

"i took her down here about thirty minutes ago, I wanted her to see her presents" he shrugged

"and you couldn't wait for me?"

"not really no, you looked to cute to wake up" you looked back down and your daughter and made a silly face at Y/D/N before looking back up at you

"you should've just woken me up" you stated, looking down at your little baby, you've always noticed how much she looks like Joe. a spitting image of him, but she looked too much like him right now and it made your heart swell.

"I'm sorry, I was just too excited" he confessed, holding your daughter against his chest

you let out a breathy chuckle and closed your eyes.

"dada" Y/D/N whined, pointing at more presents under the tree

Joe pulled her away from his chest and looked at her, his mouth was agape and he looked like he was about to cry

"darling, did you hear that?" Joe asked you

you shuffled closer to them and smiled at him even though he was focused on your baby

"I did joe, I heard it clear as day"

you rubbed joe's arms from behind and rested your chin on shoulder, looking down at your little daughter, smiling at her gratefully

"I told you she was a dada's girl" he whispered to you, finally looking away from her.

"I never doubted it"

"I love you" he said kissing you softly

"I love you too" you smiled at him sweetly

"what did you want, sweetie?" Joe asked your daughter

you thought back to when you were an extra on Bohemian Rhapsody and how you two met and what would've happened if you didn't.

you were sitting down on your phone, waiting with other extras to be called on to go on in the scene, you were focused

"hey, you" you looked up and noticed the director standing front of me

"yes?" you smiled politely.

"I need you to go get joe, he's on in 5" he said.

"alright" you stood up and went out to the trailers, looking at the doors for him name written on it.

Rami, Ben, Joe.

you go up to the door and knock three times and waiting for a response

"come in" he replied through the door

he probably thought it was ben.

I opened the door slowly and peeked in, seeing him in his little couch on his phone

"the director wants you to know that you're on in 5" you stated as you entered his view

he didn't respond to you though, you though he was being rude and just ignoring you but the look on his face made you feel otherwise.

his mouth was slightly open and his eyes were relaxed, he looked sort of dazed and off in the clouds, it didn't make you uncomfortable per se, you just felt weak under his gaze.

"excuse me?" you forced yourself to say to snap him out of his daydream

"oh, right ok. just wait there" he said as he saw you were about to leave.

he put his phone away and got up. walking towards you

"who are you, exactly?" he questioned as you waked down the steps with him behind you

"I'm an extra" you responded

"no I meant your name" he chuckled

"oh um, Y/n"

"I'm joe" he smiled warmly

"I know" you took a deep breath

"do you now?" he responded in amusement

"well yeah, I feel like I have to" you smiled sheepishly

"you have a really pretty smile" he told you, looking down at your lips to your eyes.

"oh" you let out an embarrassed laugh as you looked down, tucking a piece of your curled hair behind your ear

"thanks"

"I'm sorry, just the way you're sweet, cute and beautiful at the same time is beyond me"

"oh my god" you muttered to yourself, you felt your cheeks turn warm and your stomach did flips.

"ok so wait other than taking my breath away what do you do for a living?" he smirked playfully. you turned you head away and covered your face with your hands.

"never heard that one before" you laughed, still looking anywhere but at him

"get used to it" he said

"this is the best christmas" Joe sighed happily

#joe mazzello #joseph mazzello #bohemian rhapsody #bohrap cast #bohrap boys #bohrhap #queen band #john deacon #imagines #christmas #ben hardy #rami malek #gwilym lee #jurrassic park #fluff #joe mazzelo x reader

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sailawaysweetsis · 4 years

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Tongue Tied

Roger Taylor X Reader

A/N: Small blurb I did for @freaking-nix fan-zine! I totally recommend checking it out! Let’s support each other in the fandom.

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You had been a roadie for Queen for a while now, and you must say, it is a very entertaining life to live. So far in the first couple of months of being on the road with the guys, you have learned many things. Things such as patience, because when it comes to Freddie Mercury, one must be ready for every possible antic that man can fuss over. Things such as to be eager for knowledge, especially when talking about Brian May, that human can ramble for hours on end about deep space. Being observant like John Deacon, he never fails to notice when someone is feeling down or being out of place. That boy has the eye of an eagle. However, when it comes to Roger Taylor, well, one can learn a handful of things.

Roger Taylor so far has taught you self-control. Boy, how many times have you wanted to strangle him but resisted the impulse to do so. Roger is the person that loves to nag other people constantly and occasionally prank them to make things more interesting. When you first met him, you couldn’t wrap around your head what was about him that made him so intriguing. He was handsome, yes, but incredibly annoying and a total flirt. He spends his free time being all over groupies and eventually having one night stands. When you had the chance to chat with Rog for a bit that wasn’t either about his latest conquests or his drumset, he was a nice fella to talk with. He seemed the kind of guy that beneath all his cockiness layed someone vulnerable and truly caring.

Roger Taylor has taught you that if anyone can make you feel more alive, is him. Night after night you watched in awe Roger and the band perform. It was truly insane how much they got into the role and how they enjoyed the lights, the crowd, the noise, and the adrenaline overall. On the other hand, you enjoyed the show backstage and afterward spending time running away wit Roger. It started out as a “let’s go away for a while to escape here” into “let’s go away from here because it has become a tradition” thing. At first, you both went to fast-food restaurants to grab a meal but eventually expanded your map to places like movies, stores (that one was the best, trying the silliest clothes and make fun of each other), or even the crew’s pick-up van where you lay a blanket and drove off anywhere.

Roger Taylor has taught you that never before you have loved someone the way you love him. It was on one of those escapades that the bright moon and stars witnessed how both of you fell in love with the other. For you, it was the way he opened his arms and shouted into the rooftop absolute nonsense. For him, it was the small glimmer in your eyes while you laughed at him.

He turned around and looked at you.

“[Y/N]...”

“Yes, Roger?”

“I… I think that… I think that I like- no I mean I think that love- I MEAN, no, no, no, It’s not that I like or love, I mean it’s kind of both, when do you know-“

“Roger, you’re rambling” You chuckled.

“I know” He laughed,” You make me tongue-tied. What I’m trying to say is…”

“‘I’ve never felt this way before’”

“Yeah, exactly”

“I feel that way too”

“You like me too?” Rog inquired

“Of course dumbass. I don’t why I like you but I do”

“Good. Because I don’t know why I like you either”.

#roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x you #queen #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #roger taylor headcannon #roger taylor x y/n #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fanfic #bohemian rhapsody #ben hardy #joe mazzelo x reader #gwilyn lee #rami malek #borhap

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mistymazzello · 4 years

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Masterlist

Disclaimer- all chapters with smut are 18+

* indicates smut

if you’re under 18, you can still read all of my stories, just not the parts with smut! i post summaries after the chapters with smut, so you won’t miss anything!

Series

Cruel Summer-hs!Joe Mazzello x Reader {COMPLETED}

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.

part i part ii part iii part iv part v* part vi part vii part viii part ix

Illicit Affairs-Joe Mazzello x Reader {ON HOLD}

Y/N, a failing actress in New York City, is offered an internship as Joe Mazzello’s assistant on the set of a movie. Her seemingly small crush on her boss could get her into trouble, but what does she have to lose?

part one part two part three part four*

imagines/one shots

super soft proposal-joe mazzello x reader

meeting for the first time-college!joe mazzello x reader

save me-brian may x reader*

borhap boys head canons

telling them you’re pregnant

them with your newborn

fighting with them

nicknames they call you

first I love you’s*

when you can’t sleep

telling them you don’t love them anymore

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mercurymilkshakes · 3 years

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Look After You | Joe Mazzello

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: joe mazzello x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): eXtra fluffy but that’s not really a warning

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: there’s been a heavy weight in joe’s mind, and an equally heavy weight in his pocket.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): look after you- the fray

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k

Quiet days like these were what you lived for. Days where you didn't have to worry about work demanding your attention, or the loving yet unwanted company of friends coming along and knocking at your door. Today was just you, sweatpants rolled up at the ankles, music cranked up to an almost dangerous volume, and your cat.

Though, you couldn't help but admit you wished Joe had gotten a day off too.

It wasn't often you and Joe had the same days off. Your schedules always clashed in that way. It was almost impressive that your relationship had managed to get as far as it had, with all the last minute change of plans, the long distance phone calls, the teary eyed video chats, and those times where a 'date' was really just getting coffee together before dropping Joe off on set.

Sometimes you'd go days at a time as passing ships in the night, being too exhausted and overworked to do anything but order takeout and fall asleep in each others arms.

Joe always expressed how guilty he felt because of this, wishing your schedules would line up for just a while and he could be there with you on these quiet days off. He worried sometimes, that those late night whispers and early morning kisses weren't enough for you.

Granted, it was hard, but you couldn't picture yourself with anyone else. You'd wait for Joe- even if it meant the only time you heard his voice was through the crackle of your headphones.

At the very least, Joe's current film project wasn't too far from home, which made it so his schedule was a lot less stressful, and he had thankfully been home every night since the project started.

This didn't change the fact that he wished to be home with you, watching as you sorted through your CD shelf that could never stay organized, or laughing as you slow danced with your cat around the kitchen. He wanted to be there for those moments, no matter how small and seemingly mundane they were.

Though while the back of his mind felt guilty, the voice in his heart spoke love. He, too, couldn't see himself coming home to anyone else.

How could he? To him, you were home.

That's how Joe felt as he got back to the apartment in the early evening, patting a pocket of his jacket as he hung it up and glancing around at the freshly mopped floor, smelling the scented candles you loved to burn and hearing a soft ballad coming from the speakers in the living area. It was you he came home to, and it could never possibly be the same without you.

As Joe went to call out for you and announce his presence, he noticed a mess of fur peeking out around the corner. A mess of fur that meowed and blinked at him as he came closer.

"Hey there, Peaches." Joe cooed, managing to crouch down close enough to run his fingers along the fluff of Peaches' belly. "Where's Y/N? Can you find them for me, bud?"

Peaches seemed reluctant to get up from his spot, ever the lazing sort, but dutifully rose from his comfortable floorboards and began trotting along towards the bathroom just down the hall, of which had a citrusy cleaner scent radiating from inside.

As Joe came upon the open bathroom door, there he saw you, laying on the pristine mopped floor- directly in the centre, chewing on a liquorice wand.

You hadn't heard him come in due to the music down the hall being much too loud- not to mention you'd been persistently humming along to the lyrics.

Peaches took initiative and hopped up onto the counter, which brought your attention to him, and ultimately, Joe.

"You're home!" You exclaim, sitting up and reaching out a hand towards him.

Joe chuckled, grabbing hold of your wrist to safely and securely pull you up to stand, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

"I am," Joe smiled, taking a bite from the liquorice wand when you offered it to him, "how was your day?" He asked.

You finish off the liquorice and rest your forearms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his head as you both begin to sway to the music together.

"Good," You hum as Joe leans his head against yours, “Peaches and I got a lot done.”

“I can tell.” He observed, recalling the shiny floor in the front hallway, and the couch pillows that had been placed neatly and aesthetically along the cushions.

Joe listened to you hum happily along with the music, and he danced with you, one hand resting on your waist while the other reached over along the counter to give Peaches’ a couple loving scratches.

“How was work?” You asked, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

Joe grumbled tiredly, sighing against your shoulder, “I missed you.”

“Well, I’m right here.” You assure.

He shakes his head, “I want you to always be right here… I know it’s hard sometimes, and I’m sorry-”

You cut him off, pulling away only enough to look him in the eyes, “Joe, stop.”

He does as you ask, sighing as you analyze the love he has in his heart and that doubt in the back of his mind. You pick him apart so easily, as if his emotions are a book to be read.

“I’m always gonna be right here, Dino Boy, I’m not going anywhere.” You smile, pulling back and cupping his jaw in one hand, gaining a small quirk of Joe’s lips as you do so.

“Marry me.”

You freeze entirely, looking stunned at Joe’s adoring yet nervous expression.

“Really?” You whisper.

“Really, really.” He breathes out, matching your tone, taking your hand from his jaw and holding it against his chest. “I mean it, Y/N, marry me.”

The phrase registers, and your dazed demeanour bleeds away into joy and amusement, “Joseph Francis Mazzello the third, you most certainly did not just propose to me in our bathroom.” You chuckle, a little teary eyed as his forehead presses against yours.

“Is that a no?” He chuckles along too, knowing his timing wasn’t exactly perfect- if anything, it’d just slipped out before he could bite his tongue- but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about it for a while.

He just couldn’t believe he’d been carrying around that damned ring in his jacket pocket for two months only to end up blurting out the proposal as he and the love of his life swayed along to ballad music in the citrus air of their recently cleaned bathroom.

“That’s an ‘I can’t believe I’m gonna be dealing with you for the rest of my life’, Mr Mazzello.” You beam, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he laughs.

“Would you like to see your ring?” Joe asks, taking your hands and guiding you along down the hall.

You gasp, “There’s a ring?”

Peaches brushes up against your legs as he passes by on the way to his litter box, meowing as he went, while you and Joe maintained the lighthearted and excited conversation of a newly engaged couple.

“I think you should wear that dinosaur printed bow tie of yours at our wedding.” You tease, watching Joe fumble with his jacket.

“Oh, absolutely.”

Joe Mazzello deserves the world, I said what I said. Also stan Peaches the cat he was a delight to write for, AND EXCITING TIMES: WE GOT OUR FIRST REQUEST!! It’ll be written up and posted v soon, thank you to that anonymous person for being the legend they are -♠️

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