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The Fourth Season (Rewritten)
Part One: Intro
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Religious and Anti-Religious Themes
Notes:
Being obsessed with Cillian’s post Oppenheimer image, I have decided to rewrite this story as well and make it play during the filming of “Small Things Like These”…
I hope I still get some following and promise no further re-writes! Following my break from the fandom last year, I struggled a bit with finding my style and my head was a bit all over the place, so when I started this fanfic, I wasn’t planning it out properly. I do like the premise of it though and do not want to abandon it.
I also won’t rename it as “The Fourth Season” seems quite fitting considering that “Small Things Like These” follow a character leading up to Christmas.
Background
This fic plays in 2023 and, as usual, there will be an age-gap romance as Cillian is 46 and the reader is 25. I made her a little older than usual.
The reader comes from a strictly catholic family and, as a result, her family is appalled by the fact that the reader has taken a roll in this movie as it does not put the catholic church into a very good light.
For the reader, however, this is an opportunity not only for her career but also to get away from her family for a little while which is still in turmoil after the reader had separated from her high school sweetheart and husband James McCallum.
As for Cillian, in early 2023, he is divorced with two young children. He has been single for three years and life was good. He finished filming Oppenheimer and took some time off before embarking in this passion project of his.
Six months ago…
Cillian’s POV
It was late July and the summer heat was scorching as Cillian walked down the pier in Dalkey with a fellow actor friend Matt Damon who, just like Cillian, had invested in the movie production.
The movie was said to be produced by Tim Mielants who also accompanied Cillian and Matt on their walk, and filming was scheduled to commence just after Christmas which left just one minor issue yet to be considered.
Whilst Cillian was staring the lead role of Bill Furlong, the woman who had been casted by Tim to play Bill’s wife Eileen had just pulled out, leaving this role yet to be filled with an affordable actress.
“You could ask Emily” Matt joked, seeing that both him and Cillian were close friends with Emily Blunt, but both of them knew that Emily would not be available for this role.
“I think we should concentrate on getting someone Irish” Tim told both Matt and Cillian who, by this point, had already come up with four unsuitable candidates for Tim to choose from.
“I think Matt was joking when suggesting Emily Blunt for the role” Cillian chuckled while adjusting his sunglasses and looking towards the horizon which prompted Matt to an idea.
“You know guys, I’ve seen a play last night at the Gaiety” he said before pulling out his phone and handing it to Cillian and Tim.
“The actress in that play was good and, when I say good, I mean really good. The play was called Dark Horizon and she played a widow named Siobhan who lost her husband at sea. Her ghost then plagued her until she was driven completely mad” Matt explained while showing Cillian and Tim the video he took from last night’s performance.
“She is good. What’s her name?” Cillian asked as he watched the video with an intention of his own to go and see the play.
“Y/N McCallum, aged twenty-five, from Cork” Matt said after pulling his phone from Cillian’s hand and opening the e-pamphlet which he had saved on his screen instead.
“She might be a little too young to play a forty something year old woman” Cillian chuckled while Matt put your name into Google.
“Make-up can take care of that” Tim said before continuing to read your agency profile and anything else that popped up in his newsfeed. “The bigger problem I see now is that she is married to James McCallum and working with couples on set might get a little annoying” Tim then pointed out, causing Cillian and Matt to furrow their eyebrows.
“Who is James McCallum?” Cillian asked as he could not remember anyone by that name
“He is in charge of logistics. You would have met him on the set of Peaky Blinders last year. He is thorough when it comes to staying within budget and organising essentials for the cast, which is why I hired him for the shoot” Tim explained and Cillian remembered him.
“Fuck, I do remember that guy. He gave me a bible after he caught on to…you know…never mind…” Cillian said, aborting his sentence but Tim already knew.
“After he caught you and Sarah making out?” he thus said, causing Cillian to swallow harshly.
“Who is Sarah?” Matt wanted to know as he was not privy to this kind of onset gossip.
“His ex” Tim explained but Cillian shook his head.
“It wasn’t like that. It was just a fling. Nothing serious” Cillian pointed out but Tim couldn’t help but make another joke about it.
“Yeah, that’s why he gave you a bible, so that you could pray for forgiveness for your sins” Tim laughed before suggesting to see the play together with Cillian that night.
Your POV
Later that night, Cillian and Tim had indeed gone to see your play and the way you performed a troubled woman like the one on stage blew them away.
They were both mesmerised by your performance and ought to speak to you when you finished, which was something that you had not expected.
“This is a little weird but there are two men here to see you” one of the theatre clerks said after barging into the change room where you and some of the other actresses were putting on your regular clothes.
“That sure is weird” you joked, seeing that you did not usually get any visitors backstage.
“One of them is Cillian Murphy” the clerk then said and your chin dropped. You have heard of him, of course. Your husband had spoken of him in the past when working on set, although he did not have the nicest things to say about him.
“The actor?” you ought to clarify nonetheless, causing the clerk to nod.
“Yes” she said. “Do you want to speak with them?” she then wanted to know and, of course, you were intrigued about what they had to say.
“Tell them I will be just a minute please” you instructed the clerk who did as you had requested and, after putting on a jumper and tying back your hair, you met with Cillian and Tim in the lobby.
Both men greeted you professionally and with a handshake before telling you that they enjoyed the play and your performance.
“Thanks. I really appreciate it” you said before asking the men whether there was anything you could help them with and, when Cillian said that there was indeed something you could him with, you looked at him with some surprise.
“Okay, what is it?” you asked with a smile while struggling to focus. His eyes were really as blue as everyone had said and he must have noticed you starring at them by now.
“Well, we’ve got a role for you in a movie” Cillian said, causing Tim to furrow his eyebrows. Cillian was clearly more confident than he was and he would have approached this a little differently to say the least.
“And you want me to audition for it?” you queried, causing Cillian to shake his head.
“No, I want you to take it. Your performance on stage today was incredible and I would love to work with you” he responded, causing your chin to drop again.
“I have never been in front of a camera before” you explained but Cillian did not seem to care.
“There is always a first time for everything” he reassured you and you felt somewhat shocked.
“Well, I feel flattered” you said before asking Tim and Cillian for a script.
“I will send it to your agent tomorrow along with all of the particulars for production” Tim said just before shaking your hand and when Cillian said that he was looking forward to working with you, you could not help but chuckle.
“I didn’t say yes yet” you informed him.
“I know, but I like being optimistic” he winked which left you and some other girls in the lobby somewhat speechless.
To be continued…
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Safehouse
Steve Murphy x F!Reader
Gift for the Narcos Fanfiction Exchange 2022
Warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, angst with a hopeful ending
Word Count: 4.7k
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It was late when the phone on the other end of his apartment started ringing. If his apartment had been a little closer to the noise of the street, he probably would’ve slept right through it. The first couple of rings didn’t really rouse him, but as the sound persisted, his brain forced his body to stir.
He grumbled, not saying anything particularly coherent as he stumbled out of his room and made his way towards the phone that was tacked onto the wall. His eyes were still only half open as he lifted it off the receiver, lazily pressing it to his ear.
“Murphy,” he answered, figuring the only reason someone would be calling him at this hour would be work-related.
“Steve?” the relief in your voice was noticeable, but the nerves were hard to miss too.
He blinked hard, trying to wake himself up a little more. He thought he knew the voice, but you’d never called him before, “Y/N?” he took a deep breath as he wiped at his eyes, “That you?”
“Yes,” your hands were shaking as you held the phone.
“What’s going on?” he hadn’t seen you in weeks, he was surprised that you even still had his number.
You had given he and Javi some information, but they could both tell that you weren’t cut out to be a long-term informant—one and done would be enough for you. Still, though, Steve had given you his number in case circumstances changed. He wasn’t expecting you to use it for a late-night call.
“I, um, I need help.”
He was fully awake at that, “What happened?”
“I don’t,” you lip started to tremble, “Please, just,” you tried to take a deep breath to even out the shaking of your voice, “Come get me, please.”
He knew that it couldn’t be good. He also knew that it could be a trap, but he wasn’t going to take the risk. He gave you his number for a reason—his soft spot for informants in tough situations manifesting a little differently than his partner’s.
“Where are you?” he asked, listening intently as you described your location to him. He took a deep breath, “You’re safe?”
“For now,” you couldn’t be sure how long that would last.
“Stay there, alright? And stay…stay outta sight. I’ll be there.”
“Okay,” your voice was quiet.
“You’re gonna be fine,” Steve did his best to sound reassuring. He wasn’t sure who he was reassuring more, you or him.
Putting the payphone back down on the receiver, you looked up and down the street before scampering across it towards the abandoned house you’d been staring at for the entirety of your phone call. There wasn’t much left to the building anymore, it certainly wasn’t something that could be lived in or even salvaged without knocking it down and starting fresh, but it would serve as a decent enough spot to wait for Steve to come and get you. Truthfully, you weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do, how you were expecting him to help, but he was the only person that you could think to call.
After you shut the door, you stepped and shed your tiny backpack before you slumped down against the wall until you were sitting on the floor. Whatever the flooring had been to start with, all that was left was the stone underneath. It was cold, soaking through the fabric of your shorts. Pulling your legs up, you wrapped your arms around them and rested your forehead against your knees. Taking a few shuddering breaths, you fought the urge to cry. There would be time for that later, but you weren’t out of the woods yet. You weren’t sure how long it was going to take Steve to get to you, but each minute seemed to stretch on for an eternity.
You fought the urge to pick at the torn skin on your knees, the blood mostly dried now, the grime solidified against your skin. A shower was going to be heavenly and painful at the same time. Assuming you would make it to one. Every time you heard footsteps outside you held your breath, even though you knew that there was no way someone would see you unless they came into the building as well, and why would they do that?
Your nails were digging into your palms, the crescent marks left behind dangerously close to leaking blood as you tried to keep yourself together. You didn’t know how long it had really been, but your mind was telling you that it had been too long, that you should give up on the hopes of Steve actually showing up, but you didn’t want to believe that. He’d seemed genuine back when he first told you that if you needed help, he would do what he could, and despite his exhaustion from being woken in the middle of the night, you could hear the urgency when he said he’d be there. He had to show up. If he didn’t, you weren’t sure what your next move would be, or if you would even have a next move.
You were gnawing at the torn skin of your lip when you heard a car roll to a stop outside, the sound coming in through the busted windows of the house. You held your breath, listening intently to the sound of the ignition cutting out, the door opening and then being slammed shut behind whoever was getting out. You knew who you hoped it was, but you knew better than to get up and take a look. If it was Steve, he’d let you know somehow, and if it wasn’t, it was better to pretend that you weren’t there to begin with. You held your bag tight to your chest in anticipation.
Then there was a light series of knocks against the door. You held your breath, although the gesture did give you hope. Most of the men you were trying to get away from weren’t going to waste their time with a formality like knocking, not anywhere but especially not against the door of a dilapidated house.
Trying to keep your breathing as quiet as possible, you waited for some other type of reassurance, a guarantee that it was really who you hoped it was. The only problem was, was that he was waiting for the same type of reassurance from you, something that told him he wouldn’t be walking into a trap, into a firing squad or worse.
Then you heard it. It was soft, easy to miss and yet you hadn’t the faint sound of your name from the other side of the door, his drawl evident even in his whisper. You let out a sigh of relief so loud you were surprised that he didn’t hear it.
“Yea?” your voice was weak, suddenly you couldn’t get your body to cooperate, couldn’t get your legs to raise you off the floor.
He immediately pushed the door open at the sound of your voice, gun held tight in the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the doorknob. He saw you huddled down next to the door immediately, and despite the urge to drop down next to you to make sure you were alright, he still scanned the room, gun at the ready just in case.
When he was sure enough that it was just the two of you, he holstered his gun and knelt down next to you, immediately looking you over to see if you were hurt. You were bruised and scraped up, but for the most part, you were physically fine. Nothing that happened to you warranted a trip to the hospital. Still, his hands hovered over your legs, like he wanted to make sure you were alright but was too afraid to touch you.
He had a million questions, but it wasn’t the time or the place for them, “Can you walk?”
You nodded, although you weren’t sure if that was true anymore with the way your legs felt so locked up, “Y-yea, I, I can walk.”
He nodded as he got back to his feet, grabbing your bag for you and holding his hands out in an offer to help you up. You slid your hands into his, and you hadn’t noticed how clammy your palms were until now. He grasped your hands firmly, but not enough to hurt, and carefully pulled you to your feet. His arm instantly slid around your back, supporting you in case you started to wobble, and you did, causing you to lean completely onto him.
“I got you,” his voice was soft, reassuring, “I got you. C’mon."
He opened the passenger door for you, helping to gently lower you onto the seat. He set your bag down on the floor and made sure that you were tucked safely inside the vehicle before shutting the door and quickly making his way to his side. He hopped into the passenger seat, putting the key in the ignition as he looked over at you, still trying to see if you were alright, trying to see what you needed.
He was about to put the car in drive when he realized that he didn’t know where he was supposed to be bringing you. You hadn’t told him what happened in the first place, let alone where you needed to go now in the wake of it. Still, he didn’t like the thought of just idling there like sitting ducks. He decided that he would start making his way back to his apartment, and if he had to switch directions at some point he would just do that.
“Can I ask what happened?” he knew that asking to ask was a bit pointless, but it at least gave you an out if you really weren’t in a space to talk about it.
You let out a shuddered breath, “I, um, I just,” you shook your head, “things got a little rough, a little out of hand. They were all so angry,” you paused, thinking back on it, “I just took off before it got any worse.”
He gestured towards your scraped-up knees and elbows, “What happened there?”
You stared out the window, fighting back the tears, “They’re not easy men to work for, Agent Murphy.”
The use of his title and last name caught him off-guard. Your tone was so different than when you’d originally reached out to him on the phone. He wondered what he’d said to make you backpedal like that, he wondered too if drawing attention to it was only going to make it worse. He tore his eyes off the road for a moment to look at you, lips turning down into a frown at the sight of you trembling in his passenger seat.
“Where do you want me to take you?”
You still didn’t have a real answer to that. Part of you had been hoping that he would show up and already have a place in mind, somewhere they took people like you to keep them safe. You couldn’t go home, if they were after you it was the first place that they were going to look. You managed a shrug, “Somewhere safe?”
That caused an ache in his chest that he hadn’t been expecting. He nodded slowly, trying to pick his words carefully, “I can, uh, you can stay at my place tonight if you want? Figure out a better plan in the morning.”
You hesitated, not sure if that would be putting either or both of you in danger, “Is that…is that okay?”
He glanced over at you for a moment, “If it’s okay with you.”
You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to actually feel reassured by the prospect of it, “Okay.”
He nodded, focusing back on the road in front of him, “Okay.”
The rest of the ride passed on silently. You could tell that he wanted to ask more but wasn’t going to. Part of you wished that he would talk anyway, just to give you something to think about besides the ordeal that you’d gone through leading up to this. It could’ve been worse, and you knew that. The things that those men did to people, it could’ve been much, much worse. You weren’t used to getting knocked around, though, usually flying far enough under the radar that they hardly noticed you at all let alone enough to do that.
Even though his attention was on the road, Steve was still watching you out of the corner of his eye. He saw the anxious bouncing of your leg, the way you were picking at the hem of your shirt and your shorts. He felt bad that you were just sitting there stewing in whatever had transpired before you managed to call him. He didn’t want to make you relive it all but it also felt like changing the subject to something menial was a bit disrespectful given the circumstances. Before he could put his foot in his mouth, he reached and turned the radio on, cutting the silence that way instead.
It wasn’t too long before he was pulling into what you assumed was the parking garage for his apartment building. Time passed so differently when you weren’t waiting for him to show up—it felt like you had made it to his place in no time at all.
He parked the car, looking over at you as he pulled the key from the ignition, “We’re, uh, here,” he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to say to you at this point. He’d never felt so close to someone who was essentially a stranger. He didn’t know what to do with that feeling.
“Okay,” you nodded, grabbing your bag off the floor and pushing the car door open.
Before you could even try to step out all the way, Steve was there, offering you a hand. It was an offer you gladly took, leaning on him again the way you had before. The walk this time was much longer, but the two of you managed it.
You leaned against the wall next to his door as he fumbled with his keys, finally managing to slide it into the lock. He pushed the door open before holding his hand back out to you again, but this time you shook your head, doing your best to set your shoulders back and walk on your own. The adrenaline was wearing off and you were moving slower than you would’ve liked, but at least you were moving.
“Here,” Steve pulled out one of the chairs at the table just outside of his kitchen, “Sit, I’ll get you some water,” he quickly strode into the kitchen, reaching up and getting a glass from the cabinet. He looked over at you as he filled it under the tap, “You want aspirin or somethin’?”
You weren't sure how much good it would do, but you also reasoned that it probably wouldn’t hurt. You nodded, “Sure. Thank you.”
He walked back over with the glass in one hand, and the tiny bottle of pills in the other. He set them both down in front of you before pulling out the chair kitty-corner to yours. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. He clasped his hands and rested his chin against them, watching you and clearly deep in thought about everything. You tried not to think too much about his staring as you dumped a couple pills into your hand and tossed them into your mouth, taking a large gulp of water to wash them down.
You paused, not able to look him in the eye so you stared at your glass of water instead, “What happens now?”
He raised his eyebrows, “Hm?”
“Now that…that I’m here,” you tapped your pointer finger against the table, “what happens now?”
He took a deep breath, leaning back in his chair. He shook his head for a moment before looking at you again, “You can stay here tonight. Tomorrow,” he took a deep breath, “we’ll deal with when it gets here.”
It got a tired chuckle out of you, “Is this how all of your plans go, Agent Murphy?”
His lips tweaked into a tiny smirk, “Most of ‘em, yea,” he saw the way it got a bit of a smile out of you and it made him feel a little better, “It’s worked so far, right?”
You nodded before finishing off what was left in your glass, “Right.”
There was a beat of silence before he said, “You, uh, you can keep callin’ me Steve, by the way.”
Confusion flashed across your face, “What?”
He didn’t know why he felt so nervous about saying it, “Don’t gotta call me Agent Murphy. Hell, most of my coworkers won’t even do that,” he punctuated the statement with a chuckle.
“Because you ask them not to? Or…?” your tiny smile let him know that you knew the answer already.
“Not because I ask them not to,” he shook his head with a soft laugh. He paused for a moment, fighting the urge to fidget with his hands, “I know you’re probably exhausted. If you wanna shower, you can. You can, um, you can just take my room. I’ll crash on the couch,” he gestured to the living room.
You shook your head, “No, I can’t make you—”
“You’re not,” he cut you off but his voice was still gentle, “You’re not making me do anything. It’s alright. Besides,” he stood up from the table, “I usually end up passing out on the couch anyway.”
You let him take the empty glass and the medicine back, waiting until he was done putting them away before standing up and letting him show you where the bathroom was. He grabbed you a clean towel and then left you, closing the bathroom door behind him as he went. You let out a deep sigh as you sat down on the closed toilet lid. You dropped your bag to the floor and put your face in your hands. You felt tears stinging in your eyes again, and this time you let them fall. You let yourself have your moment before standing up and turning the water on, pulling the curtain so that it wouldn’t splash everywhere.
Stepping underneath the showerhead, the hot water stung but you didn’t shy away from it. There was something reassuring about watching the dirt and blood and everything else swirl down the drain and out of sight. It took much longer for the water to run clear than usual and you tried not to think too deeply about that, but you let it run its course, letting the soap bring out the burning sensation as it cleaned your wounds.
You felt like you had overstayed your welcome beneath the showerhead. Reaching forward, you begrudgingly shut it off, left only with the thick blanket of steam that now coated the small bathroom. Peeling the curtain back, you grabbed the towel Steve had gotten you and started to dry yourself off, careful as you dried where your skin was torn. You shook your head slightly, wondering how wounds could somehow look worse when they were cleaned out and no longer covered in grime.
Digging into your small knapsack on the floor you pulled out a fresh t-shirt and pair of shorts. You didn’t remember when you’d started keeping extra clothes on hand all the time. Somewhere along the lines of having to see too many people fleeing for one reason or another and you decided that it couldn’t hurt to be too careful. You were glad for the foresight now.
When you finished drying off and changing, you hung the towel on the back of the door and finally stepped out of the bathroom. The rest of the apartment felt so much chillier in comparison to the sauna you’d just created, goosebumps prickling over your skin for a moment as your body adjusted. You heard the sound of the television from the other room and started to make your way towards it, leaving your bag just outside the door of the bedroom.
Steve was sitting on the couch, eyes looking at the TV but you couldn’t tell how much he was actually paying attention to it. Walking over, you sat down next to him, not saying anything to him as you pulled your legs up so they were bent, curled beside you as you leaned back the way that he was.
“Better?” he asked, looking over at you.
You nodded, eyes still fixed on the television, “A little.”
“Anything else I can…you know…?” he had no idea what to offer you, what you would need.
You didn’t know what you needed either. You shook your head, still not looking at him, “I’m okay.”
He didn’t say anything to you for a moment, instead just watching you watch the television. He could tell that you weren’t really paying attention to the show that was on either. You folded your arms over your chest, tucking your chin down. You looked almost as small as you had when he’d found you in the abandoned house. He saw the way that your eyes were welling up with tears, and he wanted to try and comfort you but didn’t know how.
He reached, resting his hand gently on your shoulder, “Hey, you—”
The slight pressure from his fingertips broke the last bit of restraint you’d been trying to cling to. A choked sob slipped past your lips as you buried your face in your hands. You heard the small, whispered curse that Steve let out under his breath as he moved to hold you, and if the circumstances had been different, you probably would’ve found it almost a little amusing.
He wrapped his arm tight around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. He might not have any answers for you, but he could at least give you this. You wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest as you cried. He wasn’t expecting you to have so much strength left in you, to be able to hold him so tightly. He could feel each hitch in your breathing as you cried, and out of instinct he shut his eyes and rested his chin against the top of your head.
When you finally got your breathing under control you pulled away. You wiped to get the last of the tears off of your face, immediately feeling bad when you saw the tearstains on his shirt. Sniffling, you shook your head, “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged, a sympathetic smile on his face, “It’s alright.”
As the two of you sat there looking at each other, each disheveled in your own way, you felt the embarrassment that had previously been plaguing you beginning to fade. You weren’t the only one who was a mess out of the two of you, you were just the most obvious one. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the stress. Whatever sleep you woke him from before must’ve been the only sleep he got that week, and for that, you did feel a bit bad.
“Steve?” you forced yourself to take a deep, steadying breath.
“Yea?” he was trying to casually pull at his shirt, the fabric stuck to his skin from your tears.
“Thank you.”
He shook his head, “You don’t gotta—”
“No,” it was interesting, the difference between the softness of your tone and the action of cutting him off, “I mean it. Thank you. I…I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t pick up the phone tonight.”
“I didn’t think that you even kept my number,” he replied honestly.
You chuckled, sniffling a bit, “Figured I might be able to get a favor or two out of you if I was lucky,” you shook your head, “Guess this counts as it.”
His lips were almost curled into a smile, “This isn’t,” he shook his head, “In the world of favors, this doesn’t even rank. You can still cash in if you need to.”
You gave him a tired smile, “Good to know.”
He could see the way that your body was fighting sleep. He knew what that looked like because that’s how he was all the time, “You should get some sleep,” he nodded back towards the bedroom, “I put clean sheets on and everything.”
You desperately wanted to go and lay down, but you still didn’t feel right taking his bed from him. He saw the apprehension on your face, and he reached over, resting his hand on your shoulder, “It’s fine, really. I got to use it earlier—‘s why it took me so long to answer the phone,” he half-joked.
After a long moment of hesitation, you finally nodded, “Okay.”
He stood up, once again holding his hand out to you, “C’mon.”
You allowed him to pull you up once more, almost stumbling into him. He chuckled softly as he braced his hand against the small of your back, making sure you were actually steady. He let his hand drop as the two of you walked back down the hallway towards his room. He flipped on the light as you both walked in, and you had to admit that you weren’t sure what you were expecting his room to look like, but this wasn’t quite it. It was clean, but so empty, which was curious to you since he seemed to have been there for a good amount of time.
He walked over to his dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out a clean t-shirt. Despite the fact that his back was to you, you still found yourself half-turning away as he peeled off the one he had been wearing, tossing it into the hamper before slipping the clean one down over his head.
Making his way back towards the doorway, he lingered for a moment, feeling like he should be saying something to you but not quite knowing what. Something was stopping you from crawling onto the bed and under the covers while he was still there, so you just sat down on the edge of the bed while you waited for him to excuse himself, although you weren’t sure how comfortable you were going to feel in his room alone, either.
Pulling his hand down the bottom half of his face, he said, “If there’s anything else you need, I’m, uh,” he chuckled, “I’m right down the hall.”
You smiled through your exhaustion, “Thank you.”
“Yea, no problem,” he gave you a small nod before stepping out of the room, leaving the door ajar as he headed back towards the living room.
You waited for a minute, wondering if he was going to come back. When he didn’t, you finally moved and slid down underneath the comforter on his bed, your head sinking into the pillow. It was the most comfortable you’d felt in a very long time, despite the fact that it wasn’t your house. It took no time at all for your eyelids to finally grow too heavy to keep open. Sleep came for you before you could even try to do anything about it.
Steve had been sitting on the edge of the couch, hands resting on his knees as he replayed the night over and over again in his head. He didn’t know what was going to happen in the morning, what he was going to be able to do for you.
After a few minutes of feeling restless, he stood up and started back down the hallway. He lightly tapped his knuckles against the bedroom door. When he didn’t get an answer one way or the other, he slowly pushed it open, light from the hallway slowly trickling in.
He was halfway through saying your name when he saw you passed out on the bed, arm dangling off the edge of the mattress. He laughed quietly, shaking his head as he stepped into the room. Walking over, he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb you. Your expression was so peaceful, relaxed, and your breathing was so even. Even in the times before tonight when he’d seen you, you’d never seemed so relaxed. Reaching, he gently put your arm back on the mattress so that it was no longer dangling off. He smiled, letting his hand rest on your arm for a moment longer before giving it a light squeeze and getting up, silently making his way back to the living room to get what little sleep he might still be capable of.
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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.
Joe Mazzello - Scars.
When your kisses became more intense Joe put the laptop away, stopping the movie. Then he got up from the bed and went to turn the lights on.
“Leave the lights off. Please,” you tried to give him a glimpse of a smile. You knew Joey wanted to make love to you, and you weren’t comfortable with him seeing your body in its full glory. You had some scars you were ashamed of and you didn’t want Joe to notice them.
He sighed quietly. It wasn’t the first time you asked him for a favor like this, in fact, you never let him turn the lights on, and when you were intimate during the day, when the sun was still high up, you used your dark curtains to make the room darker. You said it was to make the atmosphere in the room more intimate, but Joe started to figure out your reasons.
“Y/N,” he said quietly, almost whispering, while sitting on the bed next to you. “What is it? Why do you always insist on having sex in the dark?” he gently pet your leg, wanting you to feel his touch, his closeness, and his affection.
“It’s for the atmosphere,” you used the same excuse again, but this time it just couldn’t work on him.
“I know it’s not. Please tell me the truth. Did I do something wrong?” he looked at you with concern in his eyes. He wanted you to feel just as good as you always made him feel.
“No, of course not. Come on, let’s forget about it. We were in a middle of something,” you put your hand on his bare chest, and then moved it to the side of his body, trying to bring him closer to you. He was shirtless from the foreplay you two already started that was interrupted so that Joe could turn the lights on and have a good look on you that you weren’t planning to allow.
“No, I mean it. Did I hurt you somehow? Did I touch you the wrong way? I always asked you for permission. Did you give me consent without meaning it?” he started to come up with all those different theories or why you acted the way you did towards him.
“No, no, Joey. It’s none of your fault. You were always very good to me,” you reassured him, petting his cheek. You never wanted him to feel bad, as he never did anything to deserve it. He was a very sweet boyfriend and a generous lover, you had hardly anything to complain about when it came to him.
“So don’t I deserve the truth? Why do you hide it from me?” all of his questions came only from the fact he was concerned about you. He wanted to make sure everything that wasn’t alright, would soon become nothing but a memory.
“Because that’s my thing. I try to hide things so you like me better,” you muttered quietly, avoiding his gaze.
“What?” he looked at you in disbelief. “What are you trying to tell me right now?”
“I hide my body from you, so you don’t see it, at least not that well. I just don’t want you to notice… The imperfections and all,” you muttered, still looking down. He got up, and you thought he was leaving, but when you looked up, he turned the lights on.
“No, please,” you immediately hid your body under the quilt. “I’m not ready. Please.”
“Girly… You saw me. My entire body, with all the imperfections. And do you really think I’m so materialistic to care about some minor imperfections? They don’t define your value. It’s your humor, your charisma that make you who you are. Your intelligence. There’s so much more to you than some imperfections that only you notice. Please. I love you for who you are, and not for how you look like, even though for me you’re gorgeous inside out and I feel lucky to be with someone so smart and beautiful. Can I?” he asked, sitting next to you, and gently pulling the quilt. You looked at him for a while and then sighed quietly. You knew you couldn’t hide your body forever. Eventually he had to see it. So you let him put the quilt away.
To your surprise, he didn’t immediately start to look for the things you tried to hide. On the contrary, he smiled to you and focused first on your lips, kissing you passionately. He was so tender that it made you smile to yourself, while prolonging the kiss.
Then he started kissing your jawline and quickly moved his kisses to your neck. You held your breath when he began to take off your shirt, and soon after, your bra. Only then he looked at your chest. There were a few scars here and there. Some of them made on purpose, some of them accidental, and all of them made you persuade yourself that you weren’t perfect, when in Joe’s eyes you were the exact opposite. You were his perfection.
You had most of your scars on your forearms, mostly around the wrists. You always wore long sleeves, bracelets and wristbands, so that nobody could see. But today your hands were naked, and Joe could finally see everything that you’ve been hiding. He began to plant small kisses on your hands. You looked at him a bit surprised.
“You aren’t… Disgusted?” you asked unsure. He smiled to you, petting the side of your body with his thumb.
“Of course not. I would never be disgusted by you. You’re stunning,” he softly kissed your stomach and you immediately pulled in your belly. “No, don’t do that, please. I love your body the way it is. All of it. And I’m really happy I can finally see it in full light.”
He then began to take off your trousers. Legs were also a frequent victim of your razor blade. He moved his hand on your hip, feeling the uneven skin where your scars were.
“Can you promise me you’ll stop?” he spoke softly, not trying to patronize you. It was all out of care for you and honest, deep concern for your mental health.
“I’m already done with this. Those aren’t fresh. I did them all months ago. Definitely before I met you,” you reassured him. “But it doesn’t change the fact I feel awful about them.”
“All the scars are your journey. It’s what you’ve been through in your life. I don’t want you to hurt yourself, I want you to know and feel that I will always love and protect you. But what happened in the past happened, and you shouldn’t feel bad about that. It’s what made you. It’s what brought you to me. I don’t mind your scars, just like you don’t mind all the imperfections on my body. You don’t look at me counting all the things that are bad, you look at me with love. I can see that. So why can’t you see that it’s exactly how I feel about you too? This body, your body, brings me so much joy and satisfaction. Why would I hate anything about it? Your body is you. And I love you,” he started kissing your thighs, especially the places you had scars on. His lips were warm and they made you feel hot inside, because despite the conversation that has been going on, it was still Joe fucking Mazzello kissing your body. And he could’ve had anyone in the world, but yet, he wanted you, and- Exactly. He wanted you.
“And you’re going to stay…? Even though I look like this…?” you muttered quietly, unwilling to stop his kisses.
“You mean gorgeous? Wonderful? Stunning? How do you look like, girly?” he looked at you smiling. “Because you look like all those adjectives to me. I’m not going to leave you because of some imperfections only you see in yourself. I don’t care about them. I care about you, and you’ve always been good and caring towards me. You made me feel loved. You made me feel like the best, most handsome guy in the world, even though I know I’m not one. But that’s the power of your love. And I want to give you exactly the same. I want you to believe me when I say that to me, you are perfect. You’re kind-hearted and funny and you bring light to my life. You’re my sunshine.”
“And you’re my moon and stars,” you smiled and kissed his head, leaning towards him. He smiled too.
“Where you see scars, I see hands that pet my body, make me feel good, give the best handjobs I ever had and trust me, I mean it,” you blushed when you heard that, but you couldn’t hide a smile. “You see scars, but I see stomach that I lay my head on when I felt bad, and you moved your fingers through my hair, calming me down. You see scars, but I see the legs that are not only sexy, but also strong enough to make you walk miles with me on our trips. I see not only the body that turns me on and gives me incredible pleasure, but also the person who this body belongs to. I see kindness, love, friendship. And no, I don’t love you despite the imperfections. I love you because of them. Because every single part of you makes you who you are, and that’s the person I fell in love with. I understand you may feel insecure, but I really hope I’ll be able to help you overcome your problems. Please, don’t ever think again that I’m shallow enough to break up with you because of any of those things you see when you look in the mirror that made you unsure of yourself. I’m sure of you, and I’m sure of us. You should feel like a strong, confident, badass woman that you are. And I want to do anything that’s in my power to make you feel that way,” at the end of the sentence he took your underwear off.
His lips soon wandered around your labia, kissing them, licking, and taking care of your clit with his tongue and lips. While he was doing all of that, his words resonated with you. While your body was filled with enormous pleasure, your mind revised his message. While his hands gently wandered around your body, while he was softly petting your body, your scars, you felt more loved and cared for than ever before. Only then you realized that this situation was exactly the opposite of what you thought would happen. Your fear made you unable to see how much Joe loved you, how much he wanted to make you happy. You felt better about your body now than ever before. Because you saw him treating it with such love and worship, because you realized he doesn’t mind all of the things you managed to convince yourself were too big and hideous for him to see you as sexy. You tried to hide from him, but actually, if he was able to see you long ago, your journey toward self-acceptance would have started long ago. And of course, it was not the end of it, it was just the beginning. But it was the first time you ever felt that maybe you aren’t that bad, that maybe you can be loved exactly for who you are.
Joe was being extra gentle with you. He made sure to kiss and touch every part of your body, so you were aware of it, but not ashamed of it. Of course he was worried about your mental health, because he wanted you to feel happy, and to never again feel the need to scar yourself. But the scars in itself were nothing he couldn’t live with. Actually, he didn’t mind them at all, as long as they were a memory of the past, not fresh signs you’re unwell again. He wanted you to feel good and safe with him.
You didn’t want to be on top, not that night. You already felt exposed, it was definitely enough for one day. But you felt really good when you two did it in the missionary position, with him being on you, protecting you, as if you were under his wings (after all, he was your guardian angel). He pet your cheek and smiled, admiring you. His thrusts were slow and gentle, he was being very careful with you that night, almost as if it was the first time you two ever had sex together. You didn’t mind that at all actually. You felt appreciated, especially when he planted kisses all over your face, making you chuckle. After sex, when he lay down next to you on the bed, he let you hide your body under the quilt. It was enough for one day, he didn’t want you to feel too exposed. But for you it didn’t feel like a necessity anymore, you didn’t immediately cover yourself up like you used to. That night you covered both of you, and simply hugged him. He smiled and kissed your head. That night you went to sleep without clothes on, and you let him pet your body under the quilt. It was just a beginning, but it was a step in the right direction on the journey of self-acceptance.
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You Have Something on your Face
Cillian Murphy x Reader
Plot: With being part of the Peaky Blinders makeup/costume team, (Y/N) had gotten close to the cast, especially Cillian
Word Count: 1237
Warning: Cillian is single (No hate to his wife EVER), Age gap (Reader is in their early to mid-20s), swearing, my bad grammar skills, The cast playing matchmaker
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Being a part of the team that helps make ‘Peaky Blinders’ happen was a lucky break for (Y/N). With being freshly out of university for theatre makeup and costumes, the BBC was taking a risk on her, but they have liked her choices, and for the fact that she doubled as a seamstress and makeup artist. She started on the second season and everything went smoothly, plus she got along with the cast quite well. (Y/N) clicked with everyone on the main cast.
Anya-Taylor Joy and Sophie Rundle were her best friends on set, Tom Hardy and Paul Anderson were like her older brothers and Helen McCroy was like the cast mother. They would teach her some acting skills, while she helped them rehearse their lines while she was painting them. But what surprised most people was how close she and Cillian got. It wasn’t like a sibling relationship like with Tom and Paul, and it was something more than with Anya and Sophie. They had always clicked. Whether it was joking around while she was doing his makeup or fixing/making his costume, or even when asking for opinions when they are figuring out sets and how to shoot the scene.
And then feelings started to grow between the two. But they were scared to admit it to themselves, but also to each other. But everyone saw it. Then they started to make a plan.
(Y/N) was fixing up some loose threads that were fraying off of Cillian's suit jacket.
“Ok, that should do it,” she says while handing it back to him. He quickly puts it on. He gives a little spin before facing her again.
“Hey, I didn’t even have to tell you this time,” she jokes. He gives her a small laugh before putting his peaky cap on.
“How's the makeup?” he asks. She looks it over, before pulling out a powder.
“A little oily, let me just give you a touch-up. Bend down a little,” she says. He does and watches her touch him up. “Perfect,” she says while making sure no powder was on his suit. He sends her a smile.
“Thanks, love,” he says before walking off.(Y/N) watches as Cillian walks towards Anya and Helen, every time she touches up his makeup or fixes his clothes butterflies fly through her.
“You're smitten for him,” (Y/N) jumps and sees Paul and Tom come up to her.
“What? Me? Smitten no,” the two men give her a knowing look. “Is it that obvious?” she asks shyly. Tom lets out a small laugh before bringing her to his side.
“Only to the ones who are paying attention (Y/N/N),” Paul says. She sighs before looking to the ground.
“Don’t get yourself down babe, he is smitten with you too,” Tom says. (Y/N) headshots up, almost headbutting Tom in the process.
“Really?” she questions. The two men giggle at her young antics. Just as she got excited, her thoughts burst her bubble.
“ But he is double my age, what would he ever see in me?” she doughs herself.
“Hey come on now, don’t do that,” Tom brings her into a hug now.
“What are you lot doing?” Joe Cole asks while walking to the group.
“(Y/N) here has feelings for Cillian, but doesn’t think he likes her back,” Paul informs him. Joe looks at the younger girl in Tom’s arms. But before anyone could get another word in, David and Tim were calling the cast onto the set.
“We can talk more later if you want,” Tom offers, still a little worried about her.
“I think I'll be fine, but I’ll text you if that changes,” she tells him. He smiles before placing a kiss on the top of her head and following his co-stars.
Around 1 in the afternoon, (Y/N) was cleaning her things, making sure they were ready for tomorrow and if they need touchups. When she walked out of the trailer, with her small kit around her shoulder, she sees that they were just finishing the last couple of shots before lunch. She turned around and ran into someone.
“Bloody hell, I am so sorry,” she says before getting a better look at the chest that she just walked into. The dark grey penny coat with the gold chain of a pocket watch gave away who she had just run into. She looks up to see Cillian in his Tommy get up, peaky cap and all.
“I’m sorry (Y/N). I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” he says.
“ No, I wasn’t looking where I was going, if anyone is sorry it’s me,” she says. He gives her a small smile, before giving her a once over. They stand there in silence for a moment before he breaks it.
“I was just about to go on lunch and I was wondering if you wanted to join me?” he asks. (Y/N) quickly checks her watch before looking back at him.
“Yeah, I could eat,” she says. He smiles before offering his arm to her.
“Shall we,” he says. (Y/N) links her arm in. “We shall.” They start to make their way to get some food. The cast watched them leave.
“Alright, operation Headman is now a go,” Paul says.
As they were eating, (Y/N) was running some ideas for Tommy’s suit ideas by him.
“So I was thinking of a dark grey suit for next season,” she says.
“So basically the same thing I wear for the last 3-4 seasons,” he says.
“Exactly,” she says with a smile while taking a bit of her sandwich. Cillian watches her closely, studying her actions. He then looks at his watch seeing that 45 min has already passed by.
“Shit, I think we should get back to set, or the lot will have a field day with us,” he says. (Y/N) checks the time herself and her eyes almost pop out of her head.
“You are bloody right.” “When am I ever wrong,” Cillian jokes, earning an eye roll.
When they arrived back, they were about to go their separate ways when he quickly grabs her shoulder. She turns to look at him, a little confused. But what she saw was a look of total admiration. (Y/N) has only ever seen this look between her parents. They feel the butterflies return to their bellies.
“Hey you have something on your face,” he says.
“Oh no, where?” she questions. Without saying another word, he leans in and places a gentle kiss against her lips. (Y/N) was shocked at what was happening. She grasps for his dress shirt, bringing him in closer. He releases from the kiss, looking down at her with a smile.
“There, I got it,” he says, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes.
“You are so cheesy,” Cillian lets out a breathy laugh before bringing her back into another kiss.
Their moment was then broken by a loud voice.
“Fuckin finally!” the two turn to see the cast standing just offset, smiles all set on their faces. the two turn to see the cast standing just offset, smiles all set on their faces. Tom, Joe, and Paul jumped around and hollering, while Anya, Helen, Annabelle and Sophie were clapping. Cillian looks down at (Y/N), a small smile graces his lips.
“Do you think?” he asks. “I think so,” (Y/N) replies.
They smile before he offers her his hand, she smiles and takes it before walking over to the over-joyed cast.
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//Absolutely Smitten//
Pairings: Tim Murphy x fem!Reader
Warnings: pining, bad writing, a lot of time jumps.
Abbreviations: Y/N – your name
Song this fic is based on : Absolutely Smitten by Dodie Clark
Thank you to @drtimmurphy for making me love this character so much. She’s amazing, go check her out if you haven’t already!
Just a heads up, this is based on how @drtimmurphy has portrayed how Tim would be
Enjoy!
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You sigh, putting the last of the boxes down in your brand new apartment, taking in the mess in front of you.
After a long day of travelling, trying to guide the movers to your new place and putting the boxes and furniture in their respective rooms, you were tired. Utterly burned out, and all you wanted to do was eat, take a warm shower and sleep peacefully.
You did the first thing on your list quite effortlessly, ordering take out and quickly gobbling it up. But the last two things ? Yeah, let’s just say you weren’t that lucky.
You stepped into the shower, ready for a hot shower. You tried to turn the knobs, but they were jammed and won’t move. You used your entire body weight trying to make the knob budge, and when it finally did, the shower head came tumbling down, as did some really cold water. You yelped and quickly got out of the way, now desperately trying to stop the ferocious stream of water pooling below. It did, soon enough, but you were left with a mess you had to clean. You tried to fix the shower head by screwing it back on, but the excessive amount of dirt made that impossible, too. You sighed, thinking maybe you just needed some rest and then you could fix your problems in the morning. But sleep didn’t come that easy. Your air mattress left you sore and sleepless till late at night.
At least tomorrow could be better.
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Your day started with the birds singing loudly and the sun shining brightly into your face. You squinted, trying to check the time on your phone.
9 a.m, Sunday.
You quickly got up and stretched, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable sleep. Preparing for the long day of unpacking ahead, you decided to buy some coffee and breakfast. You quickly got dressed and put on some perfume, trying to mask the fact that you couldn’t take a shower.
You made sure you had your wallet and phone with you, and stepped out of your house, locking the door. Looking in front of you, you saw a man doing the same. Probably your neighbor.
He turned around, and you both made eye contact. You smiled, offering your hand f0r an introduction.
“Hi, I’m Y/N! I just moved in here yesterday.” You said.
He smiled back at you, making your stomach fill up with butterflies. He took your hand, shaking it. “I’m Tim Murphy, your new neighbor.” He said. His hand felt rough but warm, and couldn’t help but feel disappointed when he pulled away.
You repeated his name, nodding. It suited him.
“If you need any help around here, I’m always open to help. Please don’t hesitate if you want anything” he said, his smile never leaving his face.
You thought about his offer. “actually, do you know any plumbers? My, uh.. my shower broke last night and I couldn’t fix it..” you said nervously.
“Oh yeah sure, there’s actually a list of helpers that work around the complex. I can guide it to you if you want.” He said
“Oh no, it’s okay, I don’t want to bother you. I’m sure you have other things to do,” you said.
“Don’t worry, you’re not bothering me, I’m always happy to help. I-I can show you around if you don’t mind. Only if you don’t have to work or anything,”
“I actually don’t have anything much to do. I’d rather make myself familiar with the neighborhood than immediately start unpacking.”
He smiled as he led you down the stairs.
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“Is this alright?” Tim asked, arranging your closet.
Right after taking a trip around the neighborhood, Tim had selflessly asked if you needed any help unpacking. After a lot of reluctance, you finally said yes, and that’s what you were doing for the last 5 hours, only stopping to eat lunch.
You looked at where he was. “yep, that’s perfect.” You said. Tim looked rather proud of himself.
The only thing left to do now was the kitchen, but you weren’t worried about that too much. Everything had been finished, thanks to Tim’s help.
You both collapsed on the couch, exhausted.
“Do you want to order some pizza? I’ll pay for it as a thank you,” you asked him.
He looked over at the clock as his widened.
“Oh, no. I had to go to the vet today.” He said, quickly scrambling to get up from the couch.
You had gone over to his house, after him claiming that it would give you an idea of the layout of your apartment. You met his cats there, three beautiful cats that warmed up to you quite quickly, purring at your feet.
“What time were you supposed to go?” you asked.
“I was supposed to go at six-thirty” he replied, sliding his shoes on.
“oh, no. I’m sorry I kept you here, I-”
“No, no, It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” He smiled, making your heart race.
stop it, you told yourself.
“Okay, then. I’ll see you around?” you asked him, hoping you would see him again. You wanted to be around him.
“Yeah, absolutely. Well, I gotta go now. Bye.” He said waving to you as he stepped out the house.
“Bye,” you said, hardly being able to keep the smile off of your face.
You closed the door, taking in everything that had just happened. You couldn’t fight the feelings that were now rapidly growing. Besides, what was it in him that you couldn’t like? He had an amazing personality, though a little awkward. It wasn’t your fault, honestly.
It made you want to dance around the room, he made you want to. You tried not to act on these feelings all day, you didn’t want to ruin a budding friendship. Besides, there’s no way he’d like you back. Heck, he might even have a girlfriend. But even if he didn’t, you didn’t want to risk it.
All you knew was that you were definitely never letting him go.
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The next time you saw him was when you invited him over for dinner on Friday.
“It’ll be like a compensation,” you tried to convince him when he denied your offer. “as a thank you, for all your help. Please?”
He, of course, couldn’t say no.
So he came by that evening. You made some lasagna as you two talked about your lives.
You tried not to stare. You tried so hard. But, your eyes would always be drawn to his hazel ones. His eyes that seemed to take in everything you were saying, and embarrassingly met yours at the same time, making your face heat up. His auburn hair that seemed a tad bit lighter under the lighting, and his hands, that were gesturing wildly whenever he was talking.
It made you want to yell. It made you want to tell everybody that this person made you so happy, that you were completely enamoured by him.
He talked about his life and his career so passionately, it made you want to melt on the spot. He was spewing random knowledge and facts, about anything, really, and it made your heart skip a beat.
The gap in his teeth would show whenever he genuinely laughed or smiled so widely that the sun would be jealous.
“Earth to Y/N?” Tim said, finally snapping you off of your reverie.
“Oh, sorry, kinda zoned out there.” You said.
His shoulders sank a bit, making you regret everything you said immediately. “Oh, no, it’s not you! I just have a habit to zone out. I was listening, I swear. You were talking about your niece, right? Oh, god I’m so sorry, Tim, I really-”
“It’s okay, honestly. There’s nothing to be sorry about, don’t worry.” He smiled, melting all of your worries away.
“Go on, continue.” you urged him.
The night ended with him taking a leave, claiming that he had to get up early the next day. He offered you dinner on Sunday , but you had to decline, since you had a lot of work piling up that needed to get done.
You both had giant smiles on your faces, as Tim stepped out of your house.
“We’ll see each other around then?” you asked.
“A-absolutely.” He nodded, smiling. He sounded nervous, but that could just be your imagination.
Closing the door, you closed your eyes and rested you head against the door.
Your heart was beating so fast that you could hardly breathe, but in a good way. You smiled to yourself. You knew that he probably wouldn’t feel the same way, but for now, you were happy.
You knew your friendship would escalate from here. You knew that the growing feeling in your heart would probably ruin it, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to rush things. You didn’t want to make things messy.
So you’d wait. You’d wait until something happened, and it would be okay if nothing ever did. You’d trust the fates. But one thing was for sure.
You’re never letting him go.
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You started to see each other more and more, in the hallways, sometimes making plans about catching a movie or watching a new show. You’d follow up to those offers, and your feelings didn’t reduce. If anything, they only grew.
But you couldn’t hold any high hopes. You tried not to give any hints or clues, and for the most part, you seemed to be succeeding.
There were days when you thought that maybe, just maybe, he thought of you the same way.
Sometimes, he would smile at the sight of you petting his cats while watching a movie. Sometimes, he would look at you in a way that made you want to burst, but again, that could be your imagination.
Your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, alerting you about a message.
Hey
Are you free?
Dino boy, 5:00 pm
Yep, what’s up?
You, 5:01 pm
A few minutes later, there were three knocks on the front door.
“Come in!” you called out, busying yourself in the kitchen, making tea for the two of you.
“Hey” he said. You could hear the nervousness in his voice.
You turned around, brows furrowed. “what’s wrong? Are you okay?” you asked
He seemed surprised. “Um, yeah I’m fine. I just, um, I wanted to ask you something”
Oh no. He knows.
You tried not to show your own nervousness as you asked, “Go ahead.”
“Well, actually, the museum is having a charity event next Saturday, an-and well, I wanted to ask you if you would want to come? I mean, there’s free drinks, and yo-you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I understand if you’re busy.” He says.
You took a second to process the information he just gave you, hundreds of questions filling in your head.
Does he want to go with you as a date? A plus one? A friend? More than that?
“Yeah, sure” you said, pushing all the thoughts away.
“Wait, really?” his eyes light up, and it made all of your doubts go away. You wondered how you could see that smile for free.
“Yes.” You said, mainly trying convince yourself that this might be a good idea.
He smiled, “Well, that’s great, then! Uh, just wear something nice. N-not that you won’t look good in normal clothes- I’m sorry,”
You smiled, shaking your head, telling him it was okay. “Tea?”
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You spent the whole week looking for the perfect dress that would not only fit you, but also be appropriate for this event. Finally, you had found the perfect one. It was a dark blue dress with a subtle deep V-neck neckline. The bodice looked like it was tucked into the belt right above your hips. The skirt ended at your knees, with a few sequins near the end of it that looked like stars in the night sky. You were sure Tim would like it.
The day of the event had come, and you spent the afternoon getting ready. You were almost done when you heard the notification bell on your phone.
Hey, are you ready?
Dino boy, 5:32 pm.
Almost
Do you need any help?
You, 5:32 pm.
Yes please
Dino boy, 5:33 pm.
Sure :)
You, 5:33 pm.
You put the finishing touches on your makeup, taking a look at yourself in the mirror before leaving. You smiled. You were dressed to impress and you were pretty sure Tim would be impressed as well.
You quickly crossed the hall and knocked on Tim’s door thrice.
He opened the door, looking rather frazzled. His hair was messy, it looked as though he combed his hand through his hair one too many times. He was wearing his glasses, something you didn’t even know he had. He was wearing a thin white shirt, the first two buttons of the shirt undone. It made your face flush.
“W-wow. You look…great.” Tim whispered. You face felt like it was on fire.
“I think I could say the same to you after we’ve sorted everything out,” you smiled, trying to calm down your nerves.
He laughed softly, and it was like music to your ears.
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You reached the venue a little late, but no one seemed to notice. Everybody was engaged in their own conversation, and it was quiet easy to take a drink and blend in.
You and Tim chatted for a bit, before one of Tim’s colleague (and friend, as Tim said) came to introduce himself.
“Hi, I’m Jerry, and you must be,” he looked at Tim with an evil glint in his eye, “Tim’s girlfriend? He talks a lot about you.”
You fell silent for a moment, while Tim choked on his drink. You thought you couldn’t get more flustered, but somehow, you did. You looked at Tim, who looked as red as a tomato, but you didn’t know if it was from all the coughing or from the situation. He stuttered something, but it was barely audible.
“uh, I’m not his-” you started, but Jerry laughed hysterically. A rush of relief flooded through you. In another world, you’d probably laugh at it too, but you couldn’t. You were frozen.
Jerry talked some more, but you weren’t really paying attention. You could tell Tim wasn’t either. Eventually, Jerry left, claiming he need to go to the bathroom.
Tim looked at you guiltily, “I-I’m so sorry, Y/N, that was completely unlike him, I-I swear I’ll make it up to you.” he looked at anywhere but you, his hands getting fidgety at his sides.
“No, no, Tim, it’s okay. I’m sure it was just a joke. You don’t have to make it up to me.” you replied.
“I’m still really sorry, Y/N”
You smiled at him reassuringly. “It’s okay, Tim. Really.”
The rest of the evening went by without many hiccups. Of course people confused you two as a couple, but you would just share a nervous glance with Tim and tell them you weren’t.
After a while though, you grew tired of the confusion people would have, so you didn’t correct them. You couldn’t lie and tell yourself you didn’t want to be confused as his girlfriend.
Tim noticed that you’d stopped correcting people.
“You want to get out of here?” Tim asked, a slight smirk on his face.
“Yes please” you said, your own mouth twitching upwards.
Tim had been busy talking to some people, having conversations you couldn’t quiet understand. Plus, it was not a good night to wear heels.
You tried to pay attention, but you couldn’t. Tim noticed it, of course, and being the gentleman he is, offered to get some food from a drive through.
“The food here isn’t that good, anyway.” He reasoned.
After Tim came up with some lame excuses to his friends, you two quickly made an escape to his car. Soon, you were on the road.
His smile was contagious. You found yourself smiling back at him and bobbing your head to the music. You felt the cold night air rush past you from the window, and you shivered. You felt happy with him. You always felt happy with him.
You looked at him, his finger tapping the steering wheel at the beat. He was mouthing the words from the song, and his hair ruffled from the wind. You shivered again, but this time not because of the wind.
You had it bad.
But you also didn’t know how to go about it. No one had ever made you feel like this. You had asked your friend, but she only replied with “just ask him out”, and teasing you about it.
And it wasn’t only about his looks. He was dorky, stupidly sweet, and would actually listen when you’d talk. He went out of his way to make sure you were comfortable. There was never a moment where you felt bored around him. He had you wrapped around his finger without even knowing about it.
You wondered if he thought about you the same way.
Before you knew it, you had finished your food in the car, and were almost about to reach home. You were laughing at something he had said and you didn’t realize how much time you had spent until you checked your phone. It didn’t feel like it had been 3 hours, but somehow it had.
“So, I, uh, I guess this is it?” Tim said. You were walking down the hall with your heels in you hands, trying to fish your keys out from your purse with only one hand.
“I mean, we will see each other around right?” you asked.
“Y-Yeah, of course!” his voice sounded squeaky, but you didn’t question it.
Finally finding you keys, you looked at him carefully. He looked tired, sure, but he had a small smile on his face.
You wanted to be there for a few more moments, just studying his features. He looked at you with a soft look, and you swear you melted into a puddle.
You smiled gently, and dropped your shoes to the ground. Cupping his cheek, you inched just a bit closer to him.
You didn’t want to leave it up to the fates anymore. It was taking too long. You couldn’t keep waiting and wonder. You had to do something.
You hoped you weren’t overstepping, but if you were, he didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t push away, he didn’t have a disgusted look on his face.
His breath hitched. You felt his hand on your hip, pulling you just a little bit closer. With your noses brushing and foreheads touching, you decided to close the space between you.
The kiss was just like him. Sweet and gentle, yet passionate. You pulled away, breathing heavily. You didn’t open your eyes, but you knew he was smiling, and you were too.
You foreheads were still touching, and one of his hands was on you cheek. You opened your eyes.
“I-I really like you,” he whispered. The soft look he was giving you earlier was nothing like this. All the moments you shared earlier, all the times you were left questioning if he like you too, were nothing like this.
You smiled, “I really like you too.”
“I guess this means I have to ask you about a date?” he asked hopefully.
“I’ll go wherever you take me.”
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Well that wasn’t as good as I was hoping for it to be
I’m sorry
Requests are open, so feel free to ask!
~ Izzy
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Bulletproof Heart Pt. 1
Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader
Prompt: Request from Anon- “ could you write one where the reader is a rock singer and they and mcr are on warped tour together, and they both lowkey like each other but think they’re both out of each other’s league, and find out that they’re both secretly into nerdy stuff + maybe getting together? thank you so much xxx”
AN: This is a multi-part series--I couldn’t help myself! Also, I based this fic around something Gerard said in a Rolling Stone interview:
Hope its ok Anon! enjoy!
You had dreamed of this moment since you first picked up a guitar. Back then it felt like an impossible fantasy, being on stage with your band, playing in front of a crowd of screaming fans; which is why it felt so surreal when your manager Tim told you that your band, The Violent Delights, had booked Warped Tour.
"June 18th," he told you with a satisfied grin, "you're in for the long haul, kids."
Your band-mates let out a collective shriek of joy, while you planted a grateful kiss on Tim's cheek.
"You're an OK manager, you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah," he said, dramatically wiping his cheek where your lips had been. "Now you guys better get practicing. This is a good opportunity to really get your name out there. Plus you got some real popular acts to compete with."
Your interest was peaked. "Oh yeah? Like who?"
"Off the top of my head? Fall Out Boy, Dropkick Murphys, and I think a band called My Chemical Romance."
"Oh shit, My Chem?" your bassist, Gavin, piped up excitedly. "That's the band I'm always trying to get Y/N to listen to."
"I'll have to finally borrow their last album," you replied, "gotta scope out the competition after all." Gavin rolled his eyes while you laughed.
Your manager got serious. "It's three months on the road, and its gonna take a lot of energy and hard work. Quite frankly, it ain't glamorous."
"Tim, when have we ever been glamorous? I wouldn't care if it were a 12 month tour," you declared, "I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world." Liz, your drummer, nodded in agreement beside you.
"You might be singing a different tune when you haven't had a shower in three days."
"As long as I'm singing it in front of an audience, we'll be fine."
* * *
Back at your apartment you marked June 18th on your calendar with a star, feeling invigorated with excitement all over again. This was it, you thought, the next level for our band. You were determined to give it your very best, outperforming every other band there.
After all, you had worked so hard to get to this point. Starting in friend's basements and tiny cafes, the band had slowly built up a sizable following of loyal fans. You were no longer the opening act, drawing sell out crowds more often than not. You made a promise to yourself that the band wasn't going to lose this momentum. There would be no distractions for you on this tour, just hard work and the thrill of performing. That meant no parties, and absolutely no boys. You weren't ready for another relationship, you told yourself, especially since the last one ended in disaster.
Yes, this was the moment the band had been waiting for. You let the warm excitement that this knowledge brought envelope you, and you lay your head down on your pillow, falling asleep to fantasies of what lay ahead.
* * *
Its a long road from Maryland to Ohio. Columbus was the first stop of the tour, which meant your band had 6 and a half hours to go over the set-list, make adjustments discuss their hopes and fears for the three month experience. Gavin gave you a few CDs to listen too, including My Chemical Romance's Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. You had heard their first album ages ago and enjoyed it, but there was something incandescent to the music you were hearing now. It stirred a whirlwind of heavy emotion, and you were enthralled from beginning to end. You made a mental note to see them perform at Warped as soon as possible.
When your bus arrived at its destination, you felt the unwelcome buzz of nerves building in your stomach. This was real, you thought, this was happening. You were used to performing at this point, but it was the amount of people you'd be performing for that was nerve-wracking. Not to mention the fellow artists who may be watching and judging your sound. You breathed deep and tried to push past the nervous thoughts that hummed incessantly around your head like insects.
Your band-mates were buzzing about with excitement, but you needed to distract yourself. Fresh air always helped settle you, so you grabbed your shoes and decided to go for a walk around the venue.
It looked almost like a circus with all the trailers and tents that had quickly populated the surrounding area. Merch stands and catering tents were being organizes as dozens upon dozens of vans and trailers pulled in. There were already a few fans camped outside of the chain-link fence that surrounded the area, eagerly awaiting a glimpse of their favorite artists.
You kept wandering, and you saw that a band was being interviewed in the media tent. There were five of them, each holding a microphone; but one member, a dark haired boy, was doing most of the talking. He was cute, you thought, and your stomach did little flips watching him respond to the questions that were being asked.
You watched a little bit longer from a distance, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Gavin and Liz, who had been doing a bit of exploring as well.
"Hey, there you are! I was talking to a few people by the catering tent. They said some bands are having a party on their buses later tonight, we should check it out." Gavin informed you excitedly.
You hesitated. No parties. "I dunno, I want us to be in good condition to perform tomorrow."
Liz chimed in. "All work and no play, Y/N. C'mon, it'll be a great chance to make some connections with other bands."
"If you don't come with us," Gavin pronounced dramatically, "we'll be far too devastated to perform tomorrow." His hand went to his forehead, as though he was about to faint.
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Pretty please?" Liz stuck her lower lip out pathetically.
"With sugar on top?" Gavin added.
You glanced at the black haired boy in the distance. Maybe he'd be there, a small voice in your head piped up.
"Ugh Fine! But I'll only stay for a little bit."
Satisfied, the pair stopped harassing you, and left you to continue wandering, promising to meet up with them later.
* * *
People spilled out from open trailers as music blared from an unknown source in the background. Some were already far gone, stumbling from place to place, or lying on the ground blacked out.
You followed Gavin inside one of the trailers. You watched as he interacted with the strangers inside with ease, a trait you envied. He managed to find you both drinks, and you grabbed the mystery beverage, sculling it in hopes that it would numb your nervousness. You may have been a great performer onstage, but offstage it was easy for your social anxiety to take the wheel.
Gavin began to walk away, ignoring your whispered pleas not to leave you. Fuck. It always felt awkward to not know anyone at a party. You clutched your red cup like a life jacket keeping you afloat in a sea of drunken strangers.
A man approached you out of nowhere, the smell of alcohol emanating from every pore on his body.
"You look lonely." He leered at you expectantly.
"Then it seems like you need glasses. I'm just fine on my own."
He laughed. "Ooo! I like you. You've got spunk. Name's Brent, guitarist from Midnite Heist."
"Can't say I've heard of you guys."
Brent was either oblivious to your indifference, or just chose to ignore it. "So how'd you end up at this party?"
"I'm in a band on the tour too. Lead singer actually."
"No way! That's awesome, we need more talented eye candy on this tour."
You screamed internally while he droned on, tuning him out as you continued to sip from your fast emptying cup.
You scanned the room, watching people laugh and dance. Your stomach suddenly flipped again as you noticed the black haired boy from this afternoon, solemn faced and quiet, silently nursing a diet coke in his hands. He was clearly not having a good time. The guitarist who had been talking you up soon saw you looking at the sullen figure and turned his attention towards him, his eyes lighting up with recognition.
"Gerard fucking Way!" he bellowed, carelessly sloshing his drink as he waved him over, causing a stream of alcohol to fall to the floor below.
Gerard seemed to hesitate before walking over. "It's been awhile man," he said softly. His eyes, a warm hazel, flicked to you repeatedly as he spoke. "you here for the whole tour this time?"
Brent laughed, his sobriety dangling by a thread. "Yeah, but still not up on the main stage, unlike you big-shots." he said, punching Gerard in the arm. Gerard offered a crooked smirk in return, his patience already wearing thin. Brent nudged you in the arm. "This is Y/N, her band is new to Warped. I told her I'd show her the ropes." He grinned at you. Ugh.
Gerard seemed to sense your discomfort. "Welcome, nice to see a new face around."
Brent interrupted before you could respond. "How come you're wasting time with a coke? I would've expected you to be the first one wasted here."
Gerard's jaw clenched, and you cringed internally at the sheer awkwardness of the encounter. "I'm sober now," he informed Brent, "I don't touch that shit anymore."
Brent laughed dismissively. "Dude, you? Do you even remember the last Warped tour? I'll give it 2 days before you're lying face down in the bushes again." he laughed as if he had just said something hilarious.
You were livid, and Gerard was on edge. You decided to step in when you noticed his knuckles turn white from clenching his coke can.
You moved slightly, ready to get between them. "Hey you know what? I'd really love a coke right now too. Mind showing me where they are?" you looked pleadingly at Gerard. He took the hint.
"Follow me."
You gave a curt wave to Brent, who looked on in confusion before continuing his drinking binge.
You stepped outside, and the sounds from the party behind you became a faint, thumping buzz in the background. You were both silent for a moment before you decided to break the ice.
"So that guy was a dick."
Gerard's scowl turned into a thin, lopsided smirk. Your heart melted a bit. "Yeah. I just realized some of these people are only tolerable when I'm drunk."
Stop. Move away. You don't need a distraction like this. You tried to scold yourself but words kept escaping from your lips, prolonging the encounter.
"This is my first time doing Warped Tour, but I'm assuming these parties are pretty much never-ending?"
Gerard pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Oh yeah, its every night for some of these bands. You're in for an interesting experience." You looked at him for a moment, perhaps for a bit too long. You had never seen anyone look so beautiful while surrounded by clouds of smoke.
"Yoohoooo! Y/N!" you heard the hollering of a clearly tipsy Gavin call from the doorway of the next trailer. "Where'd you go? The night is young! Get back here!"
You sighed. "That's my cue. Well actually that's my bassist, but he'll never let me live it down if I don't go back in there."
Gerard turned his head to the side and exhaled. "Catch you around. Next time you need rescuing from a douche-bag just light the bat signal."
You gave him a soft smile, forcing yourself to turn away and walk back to the trailer. As you did, you whispered aloud to yourself as a reminder:
"No distractions. No boys."
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Silver Linings- College!Joe Mazzello x Reader
Summary: This is my HalloQueen gift for @lap-of-the-gods . Have a wonderful and happy Halloween and I hope you like it!! It’s inspired by all your asks and a similar situation that happened to be back in college. And a huge thank you to @dtfrogertaylor for putting this event together! It was so much fun to do and participate in!
Y/N and Joe’s plans for a relaxing night are thrown a curveball by Y/N’s roommate, luckily Joe has some ideas in mind to save their night.
Word Count: 1.7k+
Warnings: Light cursing and lots of fluff
You squeezed Joe’s gloved hand as the two of you walked through the center of campus back to your dorm room from your study date in the library. He was talking very excitedly about a new short film he was working on with some friends and gesturing with his free hand to help express his excitement. You watch his face light up while he talks about how he wants to shoot a specific scene as the setting sun brings out the red in his hair. As the two of you got close to your dorm, you and Joe began making plans for later that night.
“I have the room to myself tonight if you want to come over.” You suggested. “We can get some dinner and watch scary movies.”
Joe nudged your shoulder with his in agreement. “That sounds like fun. How does 7 sound?”
“Sounds perfect.” You squeezed his hand one more time as you reached the steps of your dorm building. “See you tonight Joey.”
Joe placed a quick kiss on your forehead before going into a longer kiss on the lips. “See you tonight, Y/N.” He gave you a quick wave and blew one more kiss before backtracking down the stairs to his own dorm.
Walking down the hall back to your dorm room, you were admiring everyone’s door decorations for Halloween. Some had covered their doors in orange and black paper to resemble a jack-o-lantern, and several took the route of just covering their whole door in caution tape. The door for your dorm was covered in fake cotton cobwebs with plastic spiders hidden in it. Just as you were fishing your keys out of your backpack, you saw your Residence Assistant, Brooke, power walking towards you.
“Hey Y/N, do you have a second?” She called out just as you pulled out your keys. There was no reason or way to avoid whatever she wanted to talk to you about, so you held off on going in your room to see what she wanted.
“Yea, what’s up?” You answered, fidgeting with your keys out of part habit and part nervousness.
“Are you and Maddie are still good for tonight? The trick or treaters should be coming around 7:00 and I’m doing final checks right now. Where’s your costume?”
You were stunned and confused. Trick or Treaters? Costume? You stood there staring at your RA for a minute before it clicked. Maddie, your roommate, must have volunteered the two of you to help out with your university’s annual “Halloween Haunt” for local kids to come trick or treat in the dorms and students volunteer to help pass out candy to the kids.
“I...it’s in my room.” You lie, hoping that she would believe you. You didn’t even have a costume for Halloween night, much less one you could pull together in such a short notice. “I just got out of class and didn’t want to wear it to class. My professor isn’t big on Halloween costumes in class so I was about to go in get changed.”
Luckily Brooke shrugged at your explanation and kept walking. “Okay, just be ready before they start coming down the hall.” She called out.
You nodded and gave her a quick thumbs up before slipping inside your dorm room and letting out a quick string of curses, aimed mostly at your roommate.
“Shit.” You cursed, pulling out your phone and immediately texting your roommate. “Shitshitshit this is bad.” You paced between yours and Maddie’s beds as you typed out your message.
Y/N: Hey, Brooke just came by and said that we’re on the trick or treat route for Halloween Haunt tonight. Did you know anything about it?
Maddie
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Yea…… I signed up because I thought it would be fun, but I can’t do it because something came up and I won’t be there all night. Can you do it??? It’s super easy, you just have to hand out candy to the kids that come by to trick or treat.
You started to panic. Maddie did have a habit of bailing out on commitments at the last minute, but you didn’t think that she would rope you into covering for her.
Y/N: I don’t have any candy to hand out!! And I already had plans with Joe tonight
Maddie: I’ll pay you back for the candy Y/N I promise. Can you pleaseeeeee just cover for me please? I won’t be back until super super late so you can invite Joe over if you want
You rolled your eyes in frustration. This was definitely not how you planned on your night going so you texted Joe with the sudden change of events.
Y/N: Hey looks like we may not be able to have movie night until a lot later :( Maddie signed our room up for Halloween Haunt and forgot to tell me so tonight’s plan includes handing out something for the kids since I don’t have any candy to hand out
You tossed your phone on your bed and began focusing on the most important task at hand, what could you pull off into a passable and appropriate costume and what you could find to pass out to the kids coming by your door. You started pulling potential ideas out and placing them on your bed. Once you found a couple of options of what could possibly work, you checked your phone to see if Joe had replied to your text.
Joey: Oh no! I can be there in 45 minutes. I have something that may help!
You took a deep breath of relief, maybe there was a silver lining to this night after all.
Y/N: You are the absolute best!! See you soon
Just before it was time for the kids to start showing up, you heard a knock on your door. You were in such a frazzled state trying to pull together a last minute costume that you just yelled that the door was open. You looked up to your visitor to find your boyfriend standing in your doorway with two large shopping bags in each hand.
“How’d you get in?” You wondered, knowing for sure Joe didn’t live in your building and usually needed you to buzz him in whenever he came over.
“The doors are already buzzed open for Halloween Haunt so I snuck up with some trick or treaters
“What’s that?” You asked, pausing from your chaos to see what Joe brought over. Joe dug into the bag and placed two large bags of Halloween candy on your bed. One bag was filled with all of your favorite candy while the other was filled with a wide variety of candies for trick or treating.
“One bag for us,” He pat the bag of your favorite candy, “And another for the kids. And I got something for us I think you’ll love.” He turned over the second shopping bag and spilled two colorful heaps of onto your bed. Joe grabbed them and held them up to show the full outfits, matching dinosaur onesies for the two of you, one with varying shades of green with red spikes on the back and tail, and the other one varying shades of pink with matching purple spikes in the same place.
You gasped covered your mouth in surprise. “You didn’t!”
Joe’s goofy smile told you everything you needed to know. “I know it’s a bit cheesy but I think they’re pretty good quality costumes. And I did bring one last thing for us since I know you still want to do a movie night.” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a copy of Jurassic Park, your favorite movie.
“I know it’s not pizza and scary movies, but Halloween candy and Jurassic Park with dinosaur onesies is a pretty good backup.” He laughed.
You were speechless with how thoughtful Joe’s idea was. Words tried to form, but failed to come out of your mouth
“Thank you Joey.” You mumbled into his sweatshirt. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
That night went so much better than you originally hoped for. You and Joe’s matching onesies were a hit with trick or treaters, their parents, and even the other students on your floor. The two of you ended up putting on Jurassic Park on while the Halloween Haunt was going on, which was a great distraction for the times when there were no trick or treaters on your floor.
The best part of the whole night was by far was when a little boy no older than eight years old came up to your door dressed as Tim Murphy and his parents both dressed up as dinosaurs. Watching Joe’s face light up at the little boy dressed as his character was the highlight of your night. The boy’s parents recognized Joe and asked if he could take a picture with their son and Joe was more than happy to join in on the fun. The boy, Taylor, was starstruck to be meeting the real Tim Murphy. You managed to get some really cute pictures of Joe and Taylor, your favorite one was Taylor pretending to chase after Joe because the both of them looked like they were having so much fun.
“Thank you for coming over.” You grumbled into Joe’s chest as the two of you laid on your small twin-size bed, rewatching Jurassic Park after all the trick or treaters came by. The extra bag of Halloween candy was strategically wedge between the two of you so both of you were able to reach inside. “I had a lot of fun, and these onesies are amazing.”
Joe laughed and kissed the top of your head. “No problem Y/N. I always have fun with you.”
Halfway through the movie, you felt your phone vibrate in the pocket of your onesie. You thought it was going to be a text from Maddie but instead were greeted with a post notification from Instagram.
“Joe_Mazzello tagged you in a post”
You tapped on the notification and unlocked your phone, revealing Joe’s instagram post of you two in your matching onesies and a few other pictures from the night, including the picture you took of Joe and Taylor as the first photograph.
Joe_Mazzello: Hey that kid looks familiar. I can’t place where I’ve seen him before though. Any hints?
You gave the post a quick like and tossed your phone to the end of your bed, focusing back on your boyfriend and the movie.
“Happy Halloween Y/N.” Joe muttered, pulling you closer to his chest.
You laced your fingers with his and leaned back for a long kiss. “Happy Halloween Joey.”
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Pen to Paper
Chapter Seven
Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.
Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character
Words: 1,511
A/N: i wrote part of this chapter on the same day i wrote chapter one. i’ve been waiting to post it for so long, i hope you enjoy<3
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“It was a mistake,” Julie said, voice full of regret, trying not to cry. “I shouldn’t have done it, it was a mistake--” Tim stepped forward, hand on his chin, staring down at the mess Julie had made. He took a breath in, opened his mouth, and then closed it shut. “I’m dead. I’m dead. This is it, Americans still have the death penalty, right? I’m dead.”
Tim sighed. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not that bad--” he paused and then looked back at her, scrunching his face. “Okay, it’s kinda bad, but you’ll be fine, I’m sure it’s happened before.”
Julie gave him the deadest look she could muster. “Have you ever printed seven hundred pages of porn from a company printer?” Julie pointed at the printer (which was still going) and the paper spewed out on the floor, showing some very graphic images. “Not only is this a disgrace but I have managed to singlehandedly kill the environment,” she fell into a chair and dropped her face in her hands. Tim held back a giggle as he walked to the back of the printer and unplugged it.
He sat next to her with a grin on his face. “So you clicked on a link from a spam email. Lots of baby boomers have done that--” Julie looked up and hit his arm. Tim started laughing, that most comfortable she’d ever seen him, basking in her embarrassment.
“It’s not funny!” She hit him again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He giggled. “I just can’t believe you didn’t think about unplugging it in the first place,” he smiled at her so you could see all of his teeth. I could punch him right now-- or kiss him, I could do that too-- she stopped that thought right in its tracks. They hadn’t talked about that night, not one word, and Julie was lowkey glad. She couldn’t handle rejection and she definitely couldn’t handle a relationship, or worse, she was shit scared she was going to end up being a casual love affair-- that would be worse than rejection. So she ignored the fact that it even happened.
“I froze, okay? I freaked out!”
Tim picked up the pages and looked at them, tilting his head. Julie knotted her eyebrows and then hit him again. “Stop hitting me!” There was laughter in his voice but his face was pensive. “What if we give it to the homeless? I’m sure they aren’t getting any--” he dodged another hit. “Alright fine, what do you wanna do with these?”
Julie hung her head in shame. “I don’t know! Shred them, forget this day ever happened,” she sighed. Tim shrugged.
“Alright, whatever you say,” he started collecting the sheets from the ground. “It’s a shame we can’t even use it as scrap paper.”
“Haha, very funny, Timothy,” she rolled her eyes and begun picking things up.
They shredded every bit of paper they’d printed and strangely enough, what she felt most guilty about was the waste of paper. Oh environment Gods, please don’t kill me. She didn’t say this to Tim, he would’ve just made fun of her and she couldn’t handle that right now.
It took two hours.
“What’s the time?” Julie asked, fanning herself with her hand. The heating was too far up and she was wearing a wooly jumper. Tim came up from behind her and patted her hair, an action that felt so intimate somehow. She bit her lip to stop herself saying anything stupid.
“It’s almost four,” he said, walking around her towards his desk. He wasn’t looking at her. “Hey, do you wanna go get ice cream or something?”
“It’s November,” she brushed a hand through her fringe to get it out of her eyes, it flicked back as soon as she let go.
“So?” He turned around and leaned back on his desk, playing with a ball of rubber bands, his auburn hair glistening in the dim lighting of the room, his eyes screaming trouble.
“Isn’t that against the rules?”
“When have we ever followed the rules?”
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Julie spoke through a mouthful of ice cream, a smile taking up most of her face, desperately trying to put it away so she could swallow her food. “You’re the worst when it comes to detail, you speak in generalizations only,” she chuckled. Tim gave her a playful gasp with a hand over his chest. “It’s true!” she shut her eyes. “I bet you don’t even know what color my eyes are.”
Tim was silent. Blue, he wanted to say, of course, they’re blue. They’re as blue as the cleanest ocean and the clearest sky. They’re crystal clear and they give everything away. Every glint of excitement, every annoying thought, everything. How could I ever miss the color of your eyes, the depth of your stares, the warmth of your thoughts? How could I ever? Instead, with a sad smile on his face, he said, “I dunno, green? A hazel-y color?”
She opened her eyes with a loud laugh pointing at her eyes and twisting her face. “Come on, Tim, they’re blue, the easiest color to remember!” She took another spoonful of her ice cream. “I guess I was right, you’re not that observant after all,” she smiled.
The past week had been torture for Tim Murphy. He saw Julie every day, he watched her as she awkwardly stumbled past his office, as she took everyone’s coffee order, as she laughed at the librarian’s unfunny jokes and as she pretended nothing happened between the two of them. He wanted to say something, every day he built himself up to talk to her and ask her what it all meant, if it meant anything at all, if he wasn’t the only one to feel all those squirmy feelings every time he saw her, only to then crumble at the sight of her.
He watched her tuck her hair behind her ear as she licked some ice cream from the corner of her mouth, his stomach flipped. He swallowed, pulling his eyes away from her and back to his little cone. He cleared his throat. “So have you figured out your financial situation, yet?” He asked as kindly as he could but he was sure that somehow it came out wrong. “I mean-- if you’re okay with sharing, I just wanted to make sure that, um...”
She put her hand on his shoulder. God, he was being so awkward. “You’re fine,” she grinned. “My dad transferred me some money that should help till the end of the month, but I have to go back to England for Christmas-- those were his terms,” she shrugged. He tried not to look disappointed. Not because he wasn’t happy about her being back on her feet and being able to eat a full meal but-- he didn’t know why.
“That’s good,” he said passively, with the fakest smile on his face.
She tilted her head with a confused look on her face. “Are you sure bout that, buddy?” She teased. His face flushed. “But thank you for asking. It’s good to have a friend here, you had me scared at the beginning, I thought you didn’t like me,” Julie did that thing where she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from feeling awkward.
Friend.
Friend.
F r i e n d.
Tim took a half breath in and laughed. “Hang on, hang on, who said we were friends? Who told you I liked you?”
“Oh? Oh my gosh, I must’ve gotten you confused with--” she paused. “Shit! Are you not Bill Nye the Science Guy? I thought I was hanging with him! I’m so sorry to bother you, sir,” they both burst out laughing at how stupid that was.
“My, oh my, that was tragic,” he wiped a fake tear. Just like that, she made him feel so light and--
She looked at her phone. “Holy shit, is that the time?” Her eyes were wide. “Tim you have a meeting in six minutes! The head of the department is coming in just for this!” Tim dropped his spoon just as his stomach dropped-- he didn’t know if it was nerves or if it was because their hang out was being cut short.
Julie picked up her bag, and pulled Tim’s arm. “Come on, man, we gotta go!” She tugged at him as he picked up his jacket and then they were off.
Tim and Julie ran a ten-minute walk in under six minutes.
They got to the conference room meeting just as they were about to shut the door. Dr Connors was already in there, eyeing the two of them and she mouthed ‘hurry up’ as she saw Tim.
He was about to go in when Julie stopped him by grabbing his sleeve. “Look at me,” she said, a very serious look on her face. She licked her thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth. “There ya go, perfect.”
Tim walked into the conference room, his heart beating faster than he ever thought it could.
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Matching dorks [Joe Mazzello x F!Reader]
Words : 1, 800 K +
Warnings : fluff, dorks and bit of smut
Summary : Joe and Reader hit it off as soon as they meet.
Note : It’s been a while without some good Joe content ! I really hope my sweet anonyme you like this one ! (ilu too!!!! thanks for the request !!) And OMG I just reach 700 followers i can’t believe it guys u’re truly are the best !!!!
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"Joe, this is (Y/N), one of my oldest friend and probably your biggest fan" You slapped playfully Ben’s shoulder as your cheeks reddened a bit. "You too weak to hurt me sweetie" The blond winked at you and you groaned, embarrassed.
"Pleasure to me meet to my biggest fan" The red hair replied with a giant smirk, shaking vigorously your hand. "Probably the prettiest too" He added boldly and Ben bursted in laugher as you grinned at the actor, loving to hear these words from his mouth.
"Pleasure is all mine" You answered, flustering your eyelashes a bit. "I used to have a massive crush on you in Jurassic Park" You admitted without any embarrassment. Now that you knew he found you pretty, you could flirt easily.
"That’s fucking true, she still quote the movie all the damn time" Ben snickered as you all walked into the blond’s patio where the party was. "Even got a tattoo about the movie"
You gasped at his words and slapped the back of his neck, making him whined. Joe was now very interested about this famous tattoo.
"Benjamin ! Watch your fucking mouth !" You crossed your arms and stole a full cup of whatever alcohol from the table. "You know what ? I’m not teaming with you for the beer-pong”
"No ! We always play together !" He cried dramatically and you shared a giggle with Joe.
"Wanna be in my team, Tim Murphy ?" You slid a red cup in his hand before cheered with him.
"Absolutely" He chewed his lower lip with a smirk. "Can I see the tattoo ?"
You rolled your eyes to Ben who hid a laugh behind his hand. Your fingers started unbuttoned your white shirt and Joe’s cheeks flushed as your light pink bra appeared under his eyes.
"Hum, you don’t have to if it’s too..." He closed his mouth when you raised a bit your bra, showing the lower part of your breast. "Oh. I love it" Joe babbled at the sight of the roundness of your boob where was, right under, a tiny diplodocus looking absolutely cute.
"You’re drooling man, careful" Ben nudged his friend and giggled when he quickly wiped away his lips.
"Piss off" The red hair replied when he understood he was just mocking him. "(Y/N), should we leave this wanker and go kick everyone asses at beer-pong ?"
He offered you his arm and you took it after buttoned back your shirt.
"See you later, looser" You winked at Ben.
**
"Once again we won !" You cheered as Gwilym had to finish another cup of beer, grimacing at the taste. The drinks were warm and tap after being outside for too long.
"That was ridiculously easy" Joe bumped his hip against yours than gave you a high-five, both of you giggled like kids.
"Yeah yeah, whatever" Lucy mumbled as she lost for the third time against your team. She even switched Rami with Gwilym, claiming she was losing because of her boyfriend. Wasn’t true as she lost again. "Now, winners got their price" She smirked and you matched her, knowing what was following.
"What’s our price ?" Joe grinned happily but his smile soon fell when he saw the big beer barrel being rolling to his feet. "I’m too old for that bullshit" He frowned and your smile get bigger.
"I go first then" You patted his shoulder than bended a bit to murmur few words right into his ear. He smirked after your words and you ignored Ben’s question about what you said. "Do we have a deal ?" He nodded enthusiastically.
You put your two hands on the barrel, grabbing the handle and Gwilym gripped your legs, helping you raised them until your completely upside down. Your loose shirt followed your movements and exposed most of your tummy and the end of your bra, earning more masculine cheering. Lucy brought the stem to your lips and opened the barrel. Everyone at the party were cheered at you, singing your name as you drank beer like a fucking frat boy. Most of the liquid was running down your face as you giggled hysterically, arms becoming sore at your position. After several more sips you spat the tip of the stem and Gwilym put your feet back on the floor.
The beer was rolling on your shirt and you wiped away the sticky drink with your sleeve, tears polling at your eyes from all the laughs. You watched Joe took your place and did the same, drinking way more beer than you under your loud cheers. His hairs were absolutely soaking from the liquid and you giggled childishly at the sight of his happy trail, his top falling on his shoulders with the gravity. The urge to tickle him was very hard to repress but you contained yourself.
"Fucking impressive Mazzello !" Rami cheered when the red hair went back on the ground, beer dripping down his beard like a savage.
"I drank more than you and—" He raised a hand, pinching his lips like he was about to throw up. You watched him with a mocking smile but nothing happened. He smiled victoriously. "You own me a little something"
He puckered his lips exaggeratedly and you obliged, chuckling at this goofy and adorable man. As soon as your mouths touched, he grabbed your hips and bowed you toward the ground like in a movie. You gasped with surprise and Joe deepening the kiss as everyone around laughed and clapped you.
"Well, that was quick" Ben commented when you stopped the kiss, looking at the both you almost impressed.
"Some of us are good with girls Benjamin" Joe sassily replied, making you snorted.
"You’re a wanker" The blond grunted before walking away.
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The night went on and you and Joe had so much fun. He could be as childish and goofy as you, matching your personality perfectly. Ben said something about the two of you being evil twins.
The red hair convinced you to do shots with him but in exchanged you could give him any dare you wanted. You took around four shots before abandoning, feeling the alcohol hitting you abruptly but in a good way, you were feeling absolutely giddy.
"(Y/N), please ?" You shook your head with a giant grin. "You’re fucking nut" He took a deep breath and looked at the worm in your hand with a grimace.
"Come on, open and swallow Mazzello" You said cheekily, the worm wiggling between your fingers.
"I really thought I would be the one to tell you that tonight" He mumbled and you giggled hysterically at his stupid, filthy words.
"Well, who know ? Maybe you will get lucky" You murmured with a sultry tone, a finger grazing on his jaw. He hummed appreciatively at your proposition then he closed his eyes, pinched his nose and swallowed the worm. You snorted loudly, almost peeing yourself at the sight, especially at his face after, the pure disgust in his gaze. "I’m very impressed, Mr Mazzello" You cooed.
"Oh yeah ? Want to see something even more impressive ?" You shook your head excitedly, falling in the trap like a fucking beginner. "Show me your phone" You frowned. "Come on, just do it !" He insisted with a goofy smile — you should have seen the cheekiness in his eyes — so you took it off and gave it to him.
"What are—" Before you could understand anything, he threw his and your phone on the grass and did the same with you, but instead you ended up on his shoulder. "The fuck Joe you—" The rest of your sentence was drowned by the water of the swimming pool where the red hair just jumped on it.
"Holy shit" You gasped, spitting off the water and wiping off your smudged makeup. Joe was smiling so widely, stupidly and very proud of himself. "You’re so a dead man Mazzello" You murmured as you tried to drown him, pushing all your weight on his shoulders but it was totally useless.
"I can’t believe you fall for it" He giggled before his eyes fell on your chest, your white shirt was now completely exposing your light pink bra.
You followed his eyes and wiggled your eyebrows cockily. "I guess it’s pretty useless now" You took it off and wrapped your hands around Joe’s neck, chuckling at his parted mouth and popped eyes.
"You’re so fucking pretty" Joe murmured and the atmosphere changed in a matter of second. It wasn’t all fun and goofy anymore. The way he looked at you, the lust in his eyes...your blood was boiling at the thoughts flowing through your mind. Dirty ones. "Stop looking at me like that or I will ravishing right here" He warned you and brought you to the other side of the swimming pool, more private and further from the party.
"Is this a promise ?" You teased as you slid a hand on his crotch, palming him slightly. "Or is this just meaningless words ?" He cursed loudly at the sweet torture and roughly pressed his lips against yours, tasting the tequila and lemon from the previous shots on your tongue.
One of his hand made it way to your shorts, zipping them down and dove in your knickers, a loud gasp falling from your lips. The kiss was hot and messy, few giggles were still echoing around you from the alcohol and the dangerous, yet exciting situation. His fingers went rubbing on your clit, sweet moans escaping your throat and you rocked your hips against hips, begging for more friction.
"Fuck Joe !" You cried when he slid a digit inside you, his lips attacking your neck with hunger. "More !" He happily complied and inserted a second finger, stretching your walls properly. "You’re so fucking hard" You giggled as your pressed your palm on his clothed length, feeling it throbbing under your touch.
"’M hard since you showed me this little tattoo under your pretty breast. Was thinking about your tits all the damn time" He confessed half from the alcohol and half from the boldness of the moment.
"Have a better look pretty boy then" You purred at his ear as you fucked yourself on his fingers, loving the way his pupils were dilated with lust.
He groaned at yours words and look at your hard nipples through the fabric, feeling his pants tightening even more at the sight.
"Hey ! No fucking in my swimming pool !" Joe immediately removed his fingers after Ben’s yelling and looked at you, his lip trapped between his teeth to control his laugh. You weren’t better, frustrated yes but absolutely thrilled by Ben’s outraged face. "I got a guest room you bloody rabbits, out of here now !" He shooed you away, rolling his eyes at your lack of shirt but you saw the little amused smile on his lips anyway.
"Sorry Ben !" You and Joe sang as you walked away, giggling stupidly.
"Should we continue that in this famous guest room ?" Joe questioned with a smug grin, his fingers already snatching your waistband against your skin like the big tease he was.
"You read my mind Mazzello" You pushed him inside and closed the door behind you, a long and hot night ahead of you.
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Six Questions // TM!JFM
Pairing: Tim Murphy x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 6.7K
Style: One-Shot (prompt: based on this amazing post by the lovely @love-me-a-good-prompt)
Warnings: Angst (my first genuine attempt so go easy on me), fluff, mentions of intimate situations (in reference to art)
Summary: Y/N works as a muralist at Tim’s museum, and he loves watching her work. After working up the courage to speak with her, they strike up a partnership neither one expected. After days and days of work, one extremely involved mural forces Y/N to stay late, and Tim offers to keep her company. A game of sorts ensues.
Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way.
A/N: I’m really on a Tim kick, huh? Who’s complaining, though, because it ain’t me.
Masterlist
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What started as just a job to help kill some free time while finding a job that earned you money had become something you could genuinely say you looked forward to every single day. Originally, the offer from the museum included a grand total of zero dollars, but after completing two larger projects for them, they decided they wanted to keep you. Then the offer became something you would have to have been idiotic to refuse. Not to mention the money, the people you worked with were genuinely happy-go-lucky people, clearly in love with the work they do. It was also nice to see tons of people, big and small, young and old, light up when they saw an exhibit they particularly liked. You got to do this all from the sidelines, not having to deal with any anxiety from meeting people.
One day, though, you could feel eyes peering into the back of your head. It almost felt familiar, to a degree, like the eyes had looked at you before. Except this was the first time you really felt it. You were up high on a scaffold, so you carefully turned around to see if what you were feeling was really the case. That’s when you saw him; the auburn-haired boy with a visible scar on his cheek who was destined to become your personal confidant, standing there, shy as a mouse.
~
You really were not sure what to do. One option was lower the scaffold down to get to the ground, but that would take a minute and the descent would be awkward. Not to mention, he could just walk away at any point, which would have been a waste of time to move halfway to the ground to just have to move back up. Another option was to simply return to your work and act like he was not staring at you. A third option would be to call out to him, see if he responds at all, or if he is simply just caught in thought. You have been there, so you did not have a reason to judge him for it.
You decided on your third option, risking embarrassing him and yourself, but not wanting to feel the intense gaze on yourself any longer. You wanted to ask him ‘can I help you with something?’ but something in his gaze made you pity him. It was not a sad expression, but one filled with almost a yearning sensation. The seriousness of his expression changed what your brain allowed your mouth to say without even realizing it until the entire sentence had escaped your lips.
“Are you alright?”
Clearly taken aback by your sudden question, the boy blinked rapidly at you and his cheeks flushed with color. You felt terrible for making that happen, but it was not like you could take it back at this point.
“Oh… y-yeah! Sorry. I… I was just watching you work…” With every word he spoke, realizing how what he said might have come across as stalkerish, he got quieter and quieter. Something you would come to learn was a habit of his. He had an intense sense of doubt whenever he spoke to people, not thinking that his words were worth the time of anyone or anything but his own brain. “I’m not good at art, and it kind of… mesmerizes me when I see people paint. How it works. I’m no good at things that involve the use of my hands. So—” As he continued to talk, he realized the look on your face was one of pure shock and confusion. He assumed that it completely stemmed from the fact that he was rambling on and on about himself, something that you clearly have no reason to care about. Your eyes had gone wide, and your eyebrows furrowed lightly in the middle, raised up high. Your body still stiff as a board turned around, not moving once while he spoke.
“I’m… I’m so sorry, I need to shut up. I’ll just go—”
“Wait, please!” You never meant to sound that desperate. “Um… it’s okay, you know.”
“What is?”
“Watching me work. Kinda makes me feel validated.” You chose your next words carefully, wanting to make sure of two things; one, you wanted to make sure you did not insinuate something that you did not mean, and two, you wanted to ensure that the boy would come back and see you again. “I wouldn’t mind having company the next time you’re free and I happen to be working. If you’d like.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
“Well, um… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Y-yeah!”
Never had someone reacted the way the boy did to your work. Not even your family. They knew you were a fantastic painter, but they were not ones to really express it. When the museum offered your part-time, paid position, it was with a slight bit of enthusiasm, but nothing more. Just business. This boy… clearly different.
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The next day, you had come to work early, to make sure you were working when the boy showed up. It is not like the two of you set a time to meet, it was not a date or anything. Heck, you did not even know his name. You just wanted to be thoroughly engrossed in what it was you were doing so you could see the admiration on his face again. You craved that validation after not getting it for years.
Then you smelled it. The smell of a burger and fries from the food truck that always liked to park at the museum. It was always so good. How did it get inside, though?
Then you heard him.
“I, uh, brought you some lunch, if you want to take a break.”
You whipped around on your scaffolding, him scaring you with his words, and him clearly flustered by the whole situation.
“Sorry! Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you! I just figured… you’ve been here for over five hours and haven’t had anything to eat, so… I hope you like that food truck. Wait. Sorry, I only know you’ve been here that long because I walked in behind you. I just didn’t say anything. God, I’m a wreck, sorry.”
Now you were smiling sweetly, holding back a small laugh that would have made the boys eyes sparkle with joy had he gotten the chance to hear it. You started to lower your scaffolding while he walked a little bit closer, not knowing where your boundaries were. Once the scaffold was all the way down, you hopped lightly to the floor, walking the small distance over to the boy. You reached out to grab your bag of food and smiled lightly at him.
“Honestly, you’re such an angel for bringing me lunch. I completely forgot to pack one today. So, thank you. How much do I owe you?”
“N-nothing. My treat.”
“I can’t possibly let you get away with that. I…” You chuckled breathily. “I don’t even know your name!”
“Tim. Tim Murphy. Doctor of paleontology.”
He spoke so fast you hardly made out what he was a doctor of. But it was endearing, to say the least. He sounded bashful, even about an accomplishment as good as his.
“Well, Dr. Murphy, I really appreciate the gesture. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m no doctor. More of a dunce, really. No degree or anything, just living my dream as an artist.”
“It’s nice to meet you. Officially.”
“Yes, it is.”
Tim could feel his heart swell. Never in his life, especially not since the incident, had he been this confident around anyone outside of his family. He never even treated the people on his dig team that way. But something about the air around you made it easier for him to breathe. Easier for him to be himself. Your presence was like an ice-cold canteen in the middle of an August day in the Sahara for him. He could not even explain why.
“Te-tell you what. I insist you don’t pay me, but how about you join me for lunch instead of eating while you work? We can go sit in my office. If you’d like, of course.”
“That’s a deal, Murphy.”
~
Ever since that second day of interacting with you, the two of you were practically inseparable when you were working at the same time. Lunches, and sometimes even dinners were spent together, just talking about nothing or simply enjoying the sounds of museum creaking away or the buzz of bugs if you ate outside. Sometimes Tim’s coworkers would see the two of you together and make some snide comments, but neither of you paid them any mind. You were too wrapped up in the way the other spoke and held themselves to really care. It was blissful, something neither of you had really experienced previously.
For Tim, it was a normal day at work, so he expected the same from you. He had promised to make homemade quesadillas and bring them for the two of you to share, and he held up his end of the bargain. He made his way over to the enormous mural you had been saddled with working on and saw that you were feverously painting away as if your life depended on it.
“Lunch is served!”
He called up to you loudly, but not loud enough to disturb the museum-goers. Except that somehow, you never heard him.
“Y/N?”
Still no response, just intense painting. Tim started to almost feel like you were ignoring him, feeling his chest deflate a little bit. Afraid that after all this time, you started despising him and his ways, just like everyone else he encountered and befriended. He made his way over to where you had been propped up on the scaffolding, nowhere near as high as the first day the two of you had met. You had told him one time that you start at the top of your murals always because if paint would ever run down before you had a chance to catch it, you could always paint over it. If paint ran down onto completed work, you would have to do it all over again, and it would be an endless cycle of a waste of time and supplies. He waited until you stepped back for a breather, which took close to four minutes, and then he knocked on the metal scaffolding, as a last resort to catch your attention. When he knocked, he earned himself a startled reaction.
“Wha—! Oh, it’s just you, Tim. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ve been calling out to you for almost ten minutes, you know.”
“You… you have?”
“Yeah. You’ve just been really wrapped up in whatever part of the mural this is. Everything okay?”
“Yeah! Yeah… it’s just that… I don’t think I am going to have time to take a lunch today.” Tim felt the sinking feeling in his chest again, which had gone away when he finally got to look in your eyes. “And I know that today was quesadilla day, and I was really looking forward to it. It’s just… look, I’ll never get this project done on time if I keep taking half hour lunches with you. Believe it or not, I am on a deadline. Please don’t think I’m angry at you if my tone makes it seem that way, I’m just overwhelmed with how big this one is and I’m doing it completely on my own, and having to buy my own materials is barely being covered by what they’re paying me. I want to spend as much time with you as we have been,” and you never even noticed Tim had pushed the ‘down’ button on the scaffold to bring you to his level, “I just need this job more than I need a delicious quesadilla and—”
“Y/N.” He cut you off with the sound of your name, the sternness in his voice, and a hand on your wrist. “Now you’re the one who’s rambling.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.” You could feel the tears threatening to fall down your face.
“Look. You need to eat and take a break. You’re going to eat lunch with me, and then work through the night if you have to. And guess who will keep you company since they have a set of keys because they’ve stayed so late in the past that the janitors just made him a set of keys?”
“You’d do that?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’ve put up with me all this time.”
“I figured you’d be sick of watching someone paint by now. Someone who doesn’t have a bunch of cool stories from adventures they’ve been on. Sick of… me.”
Tim felt that sinking feeling return for the third time, but this time it felt different, somehow. This time it was like a pang of guilt, because he truly did not mean to give off the impression that he was sick of you. Far from it.
“I don’t understand how you could think like that. I could never get sick of seeing which part of your face is going to have the paint splatter on it each day.”
You smiled sweetly and proceeded to invite Tim onto the scaffold to eat with you, that way you could get right back to work afterwards. The two of you had lunch like it was any other day, and you could feel some of the tension leave your shoulders as you ate, Tim’s presence calming you down. Once both of you were finished, Tim lifted his hands in the air beside his head as if to say ‘okay, I did my part, you can keep working’ and you got the message. You cleaned up your plate and immediately went back to working. Once Tim had stood up and started to walk away from the scaffolding, you turned around and yelled over to him.
“Thank you for lunch! And… thanks for keeping me company. See you for dinner?”
“Of course.”
A smile was exchanged, and you moved the scaffold back up to where you had been working while Tim walked away. Despite being completely invested in your work, you could not wait for dinner to come around.
~
You completely lost yourself in your work again, failing once again to realize Tim’s presence. Heck, you did not even notice that the museum managers had locked the doors when they left, Tim informing them that the two of you would be staying late to meet some deadlines and that he could let you out when you were done. You had managed to get to a spot on the mural where you could have the scaffold at its lowest point, so anyone could take a small step upward and be on it with you. He did not want to scare you because he was afraid you would jump and then streak a color across the mural that was not intentional. So, again, he waited, this time with a bag of warm and fresh Chinese food in hand, until he knew that it would be safe to get your attention.
Except that this time it took over ten minutes, and your body language gave off the indication that you were not in the mood to stop. He just stood behind you, watching the intensity on your face. It was laced with something else, though, and he could not place it right away. He moved his eyes back to the portion of the mural you were working on, and after looking at the art itself, he looked to your hand that held the brush. And he knew it was time to intervene, not just because the food was going to get cold, but because he could see the effects of exhaustion taking over. He knew them all too well. He would constantly have to be told by his dig-mates that he needed to take breaks and get some water because he would become so invested in the site he was working on that he would go hours without drinking anything. That is not something anyone should do, which is common knowledge to everyone else, but it was not easy for Tim to pry himself away. So, he knew where you were coming from in terms of loving what you do so much that you never want to stop.
He quietly placed the food down next to him, and carefully took a few steps to close the space between the two of you, so as to not alert you to his presence fully. He squatted down and lightly laid his hand on your shoulder in an effort to calmly halt your movements. It worked better than he planned, so he continued his efforts to pry you away from the wall. You had not made a noise, had not turned to look at him, but you knew by the gentle nature of the movements that it was Tim behind you. You confirmed your suspicions when you saw a set of hands reach for your own, the one holding the brush. Scarred and beautiful. One of the hands reached to grab the brush, lightly squeezing the metal part situated between the bristles and the wood handle so he avoided getting paint all over his hand, and to leave room for his other hand to take hold of the one which held the brush. While placing the brush in the warm water you had laid out, his other hand gently wrapped around yours, easing the shaking. But he could still feel you trembling underneath the one hand, so he brought his other hand to clasp around yours and you could feel him start to massage the cramping muscles in your palm. Then he would take each finger one by one and work out the tension. Alternating back and forth between wide-scale massaging and focused attention on a small muscle that was clearly overworked. Eventually the shaking subsided tremendously, and Tim reverted back to wide-scale rubbing on the back of your hand and your palm. He spoke just above a whisper so as not to startle you and to let you know that it is okay to relax a bit.
“You need to take a break. You’re gonna end up breaking your hand if you keep going at this rate. Sit down with me, okay?”
Reluctantly, you let yourself start to lower to the ground, Tim not letting go of your hands once, and still massaging them. The feeling was soothing – so much so that you actually started to feel the exhaustion Tim knew you had to have been feeling. He was not trying to lull you to sleep, it was just beginning to happen naturally. He had not taken his eyes off of you, wanting to make sure that you knew he was there for you to help you through the stress and exhaustion. You were finally feeling like you could relax to the point of tears slipping down your face because you had not felt this calm in weeks. Your newly relaxed natured ushered a question out of your mouth without you even realizing it.
“Wanna play this weird game I saw on the news the other day?”
“Depends on how weird your definition of weird is.”
“Basically, I saw this thing on the news that said there is a game that can bring two people closer than a marriage of fifty years. It’s really simple… maybe, considering the state of being I am currently in, the game would not be the worst idea.”
“How do you play?”
“Well, basically, there is one rule for the game, and it’s 100% honesty. Each person gets to ask the other three questions of their choosing, and the other has to answer in their complete truth. No holding back from either party. It’s a test of someone’s willingness to be vulnerable and open with someone, even if they haven’t known them more than five minutes.”
“Would it keep you from stressing over this job?” You nodded your head slowly, making eye contact with him. “Well, then I’m game.”
The two of you move so you are sitting face to face, and still close enough together so that Tim could still massage your hand, since he can tell what effect it was having on you. The two of you both thought in silence for a moment, before you quietly spoke up, asking your first question.
“What’s the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you on a dig?”
“Oh… that’s easy. Hard to admit, but easy to answer.” You were still just blankly staring at him, and he was determined to get a smile on your face, even if it meant embarrassing himself in front of the most magnificent girl he had ever met. “This was… years ago. One of the first digs I ever went on as an actual PhD board-certified paleontologist, so probably about six years ago or so. I was prepared for everything, right? Like I had changes of clothes, a toothbrush, a tent. I was prepared. Then one day, in a desert that rain hardly ever touches, the sky just opened up. There were mudslides everywhere, but thankfully no equipment or things in tents were ruined. The sites were, though, and I happened to be working on one when it started pouring. And my ‘seat’ became one of those mudslides. I slid down a hill about thirty feet, completely covering my one side.”
He could see the sternness in your eyes die down a little bit, sparkling a little bit brighter than before. He knew the story was working. “So, after I managed to pull myself up from the ground when the rain finally stopped, I made my way over to the shower, honestly a little surprised that no one was using it. I stripped down behind the door, needing to feel like I wasn’t a man made of mud. I started to shower, like I normally would, and didn’t catch the noise of the door hinges moving. I had just finished getting the shampoo out of my hair when I turned around to turn the water off and then I saw her.”
The light in your eyes continued to remain, but the calmness in your face faltered a little bit at the word ‘her.’ You could not explain why, but thankfully Tim did not catch it. It was not like the two of you were dating, and this story took place years ago. You did not have anything to worry about, at least that is what you told yourself.
“One of the only girls on the dig that year had gotten herself into a pretty similar situation as me, and was so determined to wash the mud off herself that she failed to notice the water running. She swung the door open and stared just long enough so I knew who she was and she recognized me, but we both had the same idea right after; shut the door. I leaned forward, trying to grab the door, and she slammed it. Hit me right in the face, hard enough to knock me down to the ground. Had to reshower and everything. I couldn’t even bring myself to forgive her on the grounds of her looks or personality. She was not my type in the slightest.”
You were stifling back a giggle at this point at Tim’s exasperated manner of storytelling. It also had something to do with the fact that he admitted freely that she was not his type, giving you hope for something that you could not explain. He was still massaging your hand, too.
“Well, at least I got you to smile. I’d say that makes the story worth telling. Now it’s my turn. I want to know… What’s the most intimate thing you’ve ever painted and why?”
You had to think about it for a minute, because you had been painting seriously since you were about fourteen. It had been a long time since you considered yourself fully dedicated, and as commission work would come in, requests became more and more intense. Realistic. After about a minute of thinking while feeling Tim’s hands still press on yours, you realized what it was.
“It was a commission… for this guy. He had recorded himself, and he made a rather hefty request of me.”
“Wait.”
“Hm?”
“How did you know this guy?” It almost seemed like Tim was feeling the same way about the word ‘guy’ as you did about the word ‘her,’ but you did not make much out of it.
“Personally, I didn’t. It was an online commission. Basically, he had recorded something and wanted me to watch it. The specific request basically said ‘watch this entire thing and I want you to paint us,’ referring to himself and the girl in the video, ‘in what you consider to be the most erotic moment in the video.’ I had a basic idea of what I was going to be watching, but when I saw that the video was over twenty minutes long, I really didn’t want to continue with the request. But, after I told him that I would be charging him extra because of the absurdity of the request and he didn’t decline the price, I was committed. One of the biggest commissions I have ever gotten to this day, actually more than the first check this museum gave me. But I guess I still have to tell you what it was, huh?” You swallowed, remembering the video more so than the rendition you did. “He… him and the girl… I assume they wanted a painting of them while actually having sex, but he told me to paint what I considered the most erotic. There was a part before they actually hooked up where she was… um… straddling his lap, and he was sitting up, head level with her chest. They were really in the moment, both still wearing their underwear though, if that matters. But at one point she held his face and he looked up at her like she hung the stars in the sky. It was one of those moments where, at least for now, all that mattered in the world was each other, and that was what I ended up painting. So… yeah.”
Tim was looking at you with such an intensity that you could feel it in your chest, how fast your heart was beating. You could not tell if the image of the painting in his head was doing that or what, but it was a look on the boy’s face that you took a mental image of for a sketch later down the road.
“Oh… wow. That’s, um… quite intriguing that you chose that part. I, uh… gosh, it got warm in here now that everyone’s gone, huh? That’s not it should… work…”
“If the idea of my painting is bothering you that much, how do you think I felt watching that video, huh, Murphy?”
That calmed him down, hearing you revert back to your normal self after talking so quietly. It was like you were not tired anymore, lighting up in the presence of the smartest and dorkiest paleontologist the museum could have thrown at you. He loved having this effect on you, because never in his life, or his wildest dreams, could he imagine doing that for someone like you. Someone perfect.
“I think it’s your turn to ask me question two.”
“Ah! Right… let me think. …I almost don’t want to ask this, but before I do, you should know why I’m asking. I think they’re incredible and tell a story unlike any other, and I think they’re beautiful.” As you spoke your preface, you reached up with the hand that has been free this whole time to stop Tim’s motions on your hands to place his in your own and lightly stroke them with your thumbs. Clearly grazing over the pale white lines on them. “What’s the worst thing someone has done to you or said to you regarding your scars?”
You were still holding his hands, and you could feel them tense and get a little sweaty. In fact, you could see that his posture had changed, like his whole body had stiffened. It was not out of fear or remembrance of painful memories. It was disgust, which meant that there was a particular instance that came to mind, and it almost made you want to retract your question. Tim spoke before you could, allowing you to hear the real answer.
“I was having a sleepover with people who I thought were my real friends, yet I woke up to a room that smelled like sharpie.” You shot him a confused look. “I got up to find that no one was in my living room with me, all of their belongings were gone, and I could see a note on the floor where their bodies should have been. It read ‘look in the mirror, freak.’ I went into my bathroom and noticed a couple of black lines on my face and neck. Then I noticed them on my collarbone, my arms, my hands, my legs, and even my feet. They had found a sharpie and marked every single scar that I had while I slept, pointing out every single flaw that I have. Every single one of my insecurities, and called me a freak to top it all off.”
You could see the tears starting to form, and you despised yourself for wanting to ask that question. You hated yourself for a number of reasons; you had made Tim remember something he clearly did not need to, you had almost made him cry, you had made him admit his biggest insecurity, all of it because you wanted to play a stupid game.
“Tim… I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean…”
“But you know why I’m okay? You know why I’m not going to cry?”
You just looked at him, tears threatening to slip from your eyes, now.
“Someone has recently taught me that people like that don’t matter. They taught me to ignore the snickers we heard at work because they’re just jealous. And that same person just told me that they think my scars… are beautiful.”
“…”
“You really think they’re beautiful?”
“Is that your second question, Murphy?”
“No, but I have to know that answer more.”
“I couldn’t lie to you if my life depended on it, so yeah, I do.”
He let a single tear slip from his eye, wiped it away quickly, and proceeded to ask his next question. No preface other than a serious expression painted onto his face.
“Have you ever thought that maybe you will never make it as an artist?”
“Every single day.” No hesitation. No pause. No stopping to think. It was a question that plagued you from the moment you got your first commission, shockingly enough. “Not a single day goes by when I wonder if the commissions will ever stop. Painting for myself is great, don’t get me wrong. But I have no other skills. No backup plan. That’s why I fought so hard to get this job. They have me booked to paint the whole museum at some point, and once the unchanging exhibits are complete, they will give me advance notice about the ones that do so I can come repaint the walls. But that’s the only stability I have. Another museum may come and scout the work and hate it, making sure that I get no other museum recommendations. Plus, not too many people send in personal requests. I have to hope that I get long term contracts, or… I’m just done. Penniless. Homeless.”
Tim was looking at you with a melancholy expression. He had something in his heart he wanted to say, but it was not like the two of you were together. His offer would even be weird for people who had been dating for over a year. He held back, as hard as it was.
“Is my answer okay?”
“Oh… yeah! I mean… in the sense that you told the truth. Clearly. But… can I tell you something? It might be weird.”
“I’m the one that suggested this weird game, so obviously go ahead.”
“If the museum ever lets you go, and no commissions are coming in, and your strapped in more ways than one, come… stay with me. I have enough space. I can help you. The offer will stand, even if you marry someone and have kids with him. My home will always be open to you, okay?”
If the tears were not threatening to spill earlier, they sure were now. All you could do to hold back a choked sob was grab onto his hands and squeeze. A way of saying thank you without having to actually say it. He completely understood.
Then it was time to move onto the final question for each of you, and both of you had known what you were going to ask when you first agreed to the game. They were both loaded questions, but for completely different reasons. Based on his reaction to the previous one you asked, you mentally braced yourself for the worst with this third one. He was doing the same.
“Tim… I want you to tell me about Jurassic Park.”
And he did.
He told you about the giant t-rex that ate a guy in a latrine.
He told you about the fact that his parents were going through a divorce and that was the only reason him and Lex were there.
He told you about being constantly rejected in the beginning by a man he looked up to.
He told you about Lex’s screams and how they kept him up at night.
He told you about being stuck in a functionless car while a t-rex was stomping around it and knocking it around.
He told you about falling many feet in a metal car, to be suspended for God knows how long with no help.
He told you about how he threw up.
He told you about falling through the tree and almost being crushed by the car.
He told you about being trapped in a kitchen with velociraptors that were four times his size and eight times his weight.
He told you about being electrocuted by a fence and falling almost ten feet.
He told you about the rain.
He was sobbing. Hyperventilating. You regretted it completely. You wished you could have taken it back, but there was no turning back. There was no erasing the memories for Tim. Nothing could ever take the trauma away from him.
But there was one thing you could do; be there for him in this moment.
You reached over and attached your hands to his face, forcing him to look at you. To make him aware that you were there and he was not back there. There were no more living dinosaurs. That he was alive and breathing. That he had you there to help him.
You used your thumbs to wipe the streams of tears rolling down his now red cheeks. It was like he had opened a faucet, and he was having trouble breathing. Once he realized that you were wiping his tears, his breathing slowed, and so did the tears. You kept wiping them away, somewhat uselessly since you did not dry your hands off in between. Then your hands stilled, the two of you just watching each other.
And you noticed a stray, single tear. The last one. You did not wipe it with your hand, but instead leaned over to him to kiss it away. You tasted the tang of the salt within it, but did not mind one bit because all that mattered was making Tim feel better. To take him away from the place you forced him into.
You kept your face pressed against his so he could feel the warmth of your lips and face, but you could feel him pull away from you a little bit. Just enough so he could look you in the eyes. He manages to steal a glance into them, and he realizes that you are crying just as much as he is, you are just a lot better at being quiet about it. It causes more tears to slip from his own eyes, but he could not care less. All he cared about was taking care of the desperation he felt regarding the human contact and love that he had been deprived from for years. In a very unlike Tim move, he crashed his mouth into yours and kissing you with such a fervor that you started to feel lightheaded.
Once the two of you pulled away from each other, he could see that he had made your lips swell lightly, making them redder than before, and he could also see the shocked expression adorning your face. He thought you hated him now. He was an emotional nightmare and felt that the right thing to do was kiss you? He could not imagine how this scenario played out well for him. He started to inch his body away from yours more, starting to relentlessly apologize for making you uncomfortable.
Except that was not how you felt. Not at all. You wanted him to keep going.
“Please… don’t pull away from me.”
With the speed of a bolt of lightning, his mouth had found yours again, kissing you like there was no tomorrow and these were his last moments with you. While his kiss was passionate, it was safe. Just lips. You wanted more. With all the effort you could muster in that moment, you tried nibbling at his lower lip, wanting his lips to look just like yours by the end of it all.
Pulling apart because there was no air left between you two, he pulled his head far enough back where he could look at your entire face, and tilted his head gently to the side like a curious puppy. And it was time for him to ask the final question of the game.
“Do you think you could ever fall in love with someone like me? Someone broken?”
You looked back at him, completely sure of your answer instantly. You just had to be brave and say it.
“I think I already am.”
After having let out all the pent-up emotions and putting on a show for the security guard’s cameras, you went back to working, no longer worried about the deadline, no longer trembling. You stayed seated on the scaffold, working at the bottom of the mural. Tim nestled himself into your side, resting his head in the space of your criss-crossed legs, feeling completely at ease. He leaned the back of his head against your stomach, and felt the muscles in your torso move with your arm as you painted.
Eventually, you saw the warm, yellow glow of the sun through the high-up window to your right, and you looked down to see that Tim had fallen asleep, head now facing your stomach, nose pressed right above the hem of your pants. You could feel both of his arms lazily around you, an effort to make himself comfortable since he wanted to make sure his head stayed right where it was.
You had stayed up all night, not panicked at all, working on some of the smaller detailing that took longer. You placed your small brush in the water for a moment, though, to look down at the sweet boy in your lap. You did not have the heart to wake him up, considering the museum employees still were not scheduled to arrive for an hour. So, you decided to gently run your hand through his hair, but not hard enough to wake him up, earning yourself a small groan from the boy in his sleep, who then nuzzled his nose more into your stomach.
A feeling you could get used to.
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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.
A blue day.
It took a lot from you to actually get up from the bed and check your phone after you heard several messages coming in. For you, it was one of the blue days. You were strong, trying to deal with everything, but it kept piling up and finally it was too much. It just overwhelmed you. You spent the entire day in bed, under your blanket, without caring to change your clothes from yesterday or wash your hair. You just physically couldn’t make yourself do it. So when you saw a few messages from Joe, saying he’s going to come to your house in the evening, you immediately panicked. You didn’t want him to see the mess that was your room, or the mess you were that day. You didn’t expect anyone who didn’t struggle with depression to understand what you’ve been going through. You knew a lot of them would never do anyway. For some of them, you had everything they wished they had. But it was just the surface. Sure, among other things, you had a handsome, caring boyfriend, who was just a dream come true. But in all honestly, despite the fact you loved him very much, you couldn’t really gave all of yourself to that relationship. You were full of fear caused by the depression – you were scared that you weren’t good enough for him, that he was just wasting his time with you, that he was a source of jokes because he had such an “awful” (in your mind) girlfriend. You thought that either he’s going to realize how unfortunate he is to end up with you and leave, or he’s going to get stuck with you forever and be unhappy. Either of those broke your heart. So what you couldn’t admit to Joe, but what you had considered in the past, was deleting yourself from his life. You thought that’s the only way for him to let go of the burden and finally be happy. You never said that out loud, but Joe was suspecting it might’ve crossed your mind. So when you sent him an emoji of a blue heart (a code you had, for telling him you’re having one of the blue days, but you love him and don’t want him to be worried, that you just need some time alone) he wasn’t planning to leave you to your own devices. Especially since was scared you would choose a razor blade.
Joe understood your struggle, at least from a perspective of a person who wasn’t dealing with similar problems himself. He was the second person you were the most open and honest with, right after your therapist. He knew you, the real you, and he loved you for who you were, which was almost completely unbelievable and impossible to you. It took you a long time to open up to him, but when you finally did, you felt a bit better – especially after he didn’t leave you, he kept coming back, talking to you, trying to help you. He was good at finding “small” solutions – things you usually did for a few hours, but they had a lasting effect, with you going even as long as a week without having bad, overwhelming thoughts. He bought you an aquarium with several different species of fish, since you loved animals. Observing them made you feel peaceful. He also took you on a road trip, where you could cut yourself from everyday life and have some vitamins from the shining sun. He made you laugh by having various funny and sometimes weird ideas. He let you put make up on him to practice, you both used colorful foam to make your hair have crazy colors for a few days. You sometimes pranked people together. He overall could just make you laugh, which at times was almost impossible. You usually didn’t fake anything around him, and that was really important and refreshing for you. But as it is with depression, after the good days come the bad days, and today was unfortunately one of the latter. You sighed quietly when you saw his text back.
“I’ll come anyway. I just missed my girl too much,” you put your phone away and almost cried as you began to clean up your room. It was just too much for you. You felt helpless and unable to do the simplest tasks, the emotional pain was taking over the control of your body. You sat on the floor, trying to come up with any excuse that would persuade Joe not to come. You didn’t feel that bad in ages. You knew you will have to fake your happiness not to concern him, but today it felt like too much to ask from you. You just didn’t want to pretend.
Before you came up with anything that could make Joe stay at home tonight, he was already at your door. He knocked on it, and you jumped surprised and scared. After a second of bringing yourself together, you told him to come in.
“Hey… Your mom let me in,” you nodded hearing that. You looked down. Didn’t want him to see the make-up you had on from the previous day, or that your eyeliner was all over your cheeks from crying. Your hair was a mess. You were wearing just a simple tracksuit. You had no energy to get up, so he sat next to you.
“Please, don’t. I stink,” you muttered quietly, moving away from him. Only then you saw that little teddy bear he was holding in hand.
“It doesn’t bother me. Here, I brought you a present,” he gave you the teddy bear and you took it, looking at it carefully. It had a little sweater on, with your and his initials in a heart. You had to admit, it was cute.
“Thank you, it’s lovely. But please, don’t come closer. It may not bother you, but it does bother me,” you muttered quietly again, softly cuddling the toy to your chest. He nodded his head.
“So we’ll start with a bath, how about that?” he smiled and you looked at him with a visible exhaustion in your eyes. He knew you wanted him to go, but he just couldn’t let you be all alone when you were in such a state. He wanted you to feel his presence, his support. You knew he wasn’t going anywhere, so you slowly nodded your head, without saying a word. He got up and went to the bathroom that was attached to your room. He started preparing the bath.
You looked at the teddy bear again. His fur was really soft, and he was all white. You were planning to call him Joey, as it was your favorite nickname for your boyfriend, and you wanted to always have a Joey to hug at night. Soon after that, Joe came back to you.
“May I?” he asked, and when you didn’t object, he picked you up. You left the toy behind, on the floor. Joe took you to the bathroom and make you stand on a rug, while he began to help you undress. There was nothing sexual about it, on the contrary, it was almost as if he was a parent helping his child out after a long, exhausting day. He looked after you with care and protection. It gave you a sense of security.
After your clothes were already in the laundry basket, he helped you to get in the bath. He himself sat on a small stool next to the bathtub. The first thing he did was taking care of your yesterday’s make up, by washing it off. You didn’t like your bare face, but he actually loved it. He gently pet your cheek, but when you didn’t look at him, he took his hand away, not to do something you may not like. Then he took a sponge and began to wash your body with a shower gel. You were hardly feeling it. You felt like you were drifting away, like you were somewhere else, under the water, while your body stayed there with Joe. He felt you disconnecting.
“Hey, beautiful,” he kissed your temple. “Where are you now?” he asked, smiling slightly. You looked at him and tried to smile back.
“Right here, with you,” you put your hand on his and began to softly pet it.
“If you want to get anything off your chest, I’m here to listen,” he reassured you.
“Thank you, honey. But not today. Today I don’t have the strength to talk,” you explained to him, and you knew you’d understand without questioning it.
“Darling… I don’t want you to be mad at me for asking this question, but I have to make sure. Were you taking your pills?” he looked at you with concern, trying to find any way he could help you.
“Yes,” you nodded your head. “They just made my dose a little smaller… Apparently it’s a bit too early for that,” you answered him honestly.
“We will make sure they bring back the right dose. I’m glad you’ve been taking your pills, honey. I’m really proud of you,” he pet your head. “Always remember, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you,” you looked at him and gave him a little smile.
“Thank you, Joey. I don’t know where I would be without you,” you muttered and held his hand, because you needed to feel his presence. He got the message.
“Do you need a hug?” you nodded your head and he cuddled you, petting your back. You liked everything about hugging Joe. His warmth, the smell of his perfume, his closeness. He held you for as long as you needed, he wouldn’t dare to break out of a hug first, knowing how much you needed it. So after some time you broke out of it, because otherwise you would stay in his arms forever. Not that you minded that.
“I love you,” you whispered so he could barely hear it. But he knew you meant it.
“I love you too. So, so much. You’re like my own personal piece of sunshine. I want to be with you forever,” there was an actual honesty in his words. There was something about him that just made you want to believe him, even on the days you didn’t believe yourself. “Did you sleep well tonight?” he asked with care.
“I barely slept at all, I kept on waking up,” you sighed quietly. Bags under your eyes were a proof of that.
“Are you having nightmares?” he held your hand now, petting it with this thumb.
“All kinds, the worst kinds,” you answered.
“What about meals, did you eat?” you shook your head.
“Mom brought me something earlier, but I couldn’t take a smallest bite without feeling like puking,” you explained to him and he kissed your shoulder.
“So how about I’ll make you something? Remember when we made pizza together? It was nice, wasn’t it?” he smiled, trying to make you remember the better days, and make you feel better. It really was a nice day, the pizza day he mentioned. It was when your mom had a girls night out and he stayed with you. You cooked a pizza together, making a huge mess, but it was fun. And the pizza was delicious, despite the fact it looked absolutely awful.
“After the bath?” you asked, looking at him. He nodded with a big smile.
“Yes, after the bath. I’ll make you anything you want. And then we’ll watch your favorite Disney movie. Would you like that?” you nodded your head slowly. “So we will. Now come on, tilt your head back. We need to make your hair wet.”
When he was washing your hair, you calmed down a little bit. His touch, his fingers running through your hair, his gentle massage, all made you feel a bit better. Later he helped you get out of the bath and dried your body up with a towel.
When you came back to your bedroom, you began to brush your hair, while he was drying it with a hair dryer. The warm air filled up the room and made you feel better. After that, you put some actual clothes on instead of a pajama in case your mother was in the kitchen. Yes, you were an adult, but still, it would be quiet uncomfortable to expose the fact you were just naked around your boyfriend like that. Even though your mom actually liked Joe. She saw the good impact he had on you.
While in the kitchen, Joe started off on his own, trying to make some traditional Italian pasta from a recipe he found on the internet. But when you saw him struggle, you soon joined his effort, so now you struggled together. You chuckled as you were trying to make something out of the things that you had, instead of those that were actually in the recipe. Joe was cracking jokes all the time, and it actually helped you forget for a little while. You focused entirely on him.
When you finished, you went and had a dinner on the balcony, talking about stars, cosmos, and people passing by on the street. Joe wrapped a blanket around you to make sure you won’t get cold. He asked you about how you felt and kept on reminding you that you’re valid and important for him and if you ever needed him, he’s there. Then you came back to his room and watched the Disney movie he suggested earlier. Before the ending, you were already yawning.
After all of that, late at night, he suggested he should come back home, but at this point you didn’t want him to go, so you persuaded him to stay. You felt better falling asleep in his arms, and he held you tightly, petting your back. The Joey bear was lying next to you on the pillow.
The last words you heard from your Joe before falling asleep was always “I love you,” whether it was through a text, call or in person. Tonight was no different.
“Sleep well, honey. I love you,” was the words you heard from him while you already were half-asleep from all the day’s exhaustions. You had a feeling that this night will be better than the previous one. And you sure hoped that if you had a nightmare, Joe would appear in your dream to save you, just like he protected you in real life.
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Perfect Performance
Summary: Joe mazzello x fem!reader. This is the BBC. I’m relieved actually. You would be.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: lotta awkwardness mixed with a lotta fluff. references to the crotch area
A/N: This is the continuation to Day One that some lovely anons requested. I have a very basic idea for a third (and final) part, so let me know if it’s what anyone wants to see! I hope you like what I wrote and appreciate the absolute awkwardness that is Joe in this, and any feedback including likes, replies, and reblog are greatly appreciated!
Day One, Masterlist
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After a week or so of Live Aid filming, it was time to move on to other scenes from the movie. Quickly, the outfits changed from the mid-eighties to the early ‘70s. It caused a bit of sartorial whiplash, but the rest of the team and you quickly adjusted.
Joe wasn’t in the first few scenes of the movie very much, so you didn’t see him for about a week since he didn’t need any fittings or to be dressed. It made the week way less exciting than it would have been, and you found yourself retreating when you were around the extras and other cast members.
In just that first week, Joe had managed to start breaking you out of your shell with his jokes and attention. He seemed to understand the shyness you felt, even if he had never really felt shy himself. Joe had been patient and let you choose when you wanted to talk and interact, never pushing you further than you were comfortable. That being said, you had become more and more comfortable around him as the days went on, and conversation filled your time together.
So, when you got the list of people you would be dressing for the Top of the Pops shoot, you were happy to see that Joe’s name was on the list. You were dressing him first so the “band” could get together and rehearse the scene a couple times before the extras were ready. During Live Aid, Joe had had what was called the “mushroom” wig, which was quite the sight to see. This time, you knew it would be something different, but weren’t sure exactly what.
“Hey, Y/N, how’s it going?” you heard Joe say from behind you.
You turned around with a closed-lip smile that immediately turned into an all-out grin upon seeing his appearance. He was wearing a long wig with little bangs that was very slightly wavy. Since you hadn’t dressed him yet, he was still wearing his basketball shorts and a Yankees shirt and the whole combination looked pretty ridiculous.
Trying and failing to hold back your giggles, you responded, “Hi Joe.”
“Oh, that’s just great, laugh at me, I’m not in enough pain already,” Joe said in an extremely dramatic voice while he flung the back of his hand to his forehead.
“I’m not laughing because it looks bad,” you protested, still letting out loose chuckles.
“Then why are you laughing?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“‘Cause it’s cute,” you said more quietly, averting your gaze for a second before looking back at him.
He was smiling to himself and his cheeks were a slight shade of pink.
“I guess that’s okay then. So, what do you have for me today?” he asked, changing the subject.
Oh, right. The clothes, you thought. Walking over to the rack, you found the grey suit and a green patterned shirt planned for the day. It was a near perfect match to what John had worn on the actual show. You held up the clothes for Joe to see, “We’ve got this and this.”
“Cool, guess I’ll put it on,” Joe said, taking the clothes from you and going to the curtained off area. You waited for him, tapping your foot and humming the song they would be shooting later that day, “Killer Queen.”
The curtain slid open and you took him in. He looked good, but you tried not to focus on that. You walked over to him and started adjusting the clothing, as you were both used to by now. Smoothing the shoulders of the jacket, fixing the lapels, and unbuttoning the top couple of buttons that Joe always habitually did up, you tried to drag your attention from the warmth of his chest. Once you were able to, you were pretty happy with how the suit looked. You looked up to tell Joe so, but saw a look of hesitation on his face.
“What’s up?” you said, trying to figure out what could be bothering him.
“Umm, I think that pants are a little tight,” he said a little awkwardly. The two of you looked down at the aforementioned pants and you saw what he was talking about. There was a pretty noticeable bulge in the crotch of the pants, and it was obvious as to why. You felt your cheeks heat up, because that was no small bulge and when you looked back up to Joe, his cheeks were practically scarlet.
You cleared your throat and said, “Um, that’s- that’s actually the style. That’s how they all wore their trousers in the ‘70s.”
“Okay then, never mind what I said, they’re fine,” Joe said a little too loud, trying to move past the embarrassment he was feeling. He couldn’t believe he had just practically forced your eyes to his crotch and the pants were supposed to be that tight.
“It’s all good. I can see how that could get some getting used to,” you told him, trying to be empathetic to his plight. The two of you stood there awkwardly for a second but then you remembered something, “Oh, you need your shoes too.”
You went and grabbed them for him and he slipped the boots on.
“You’re all set,” you told him.
Joe nodded a little and started to back up towards the door, saying, “Alright, I’d better go, I have call in a couple minutes.”
He turned and started walking away for real, but you noticed he hadn’t gotten his wig situated correctly.
“Wait, Joe,” you called out and he turned back. You nudged his arm until he turned around again so he was facing away from you. Going on your tiptoes due to the added height of the boots, you collected the hair of the wig at the nape of his neck in a little ponytail, fingers brushing over the skin of his neck. Joe shivered at your soft touch, but you didn’t really notice. You pulled the hair that had been stuck under the collar out and smoothed it all, saying, “You had some hair trapped in your shirt.”
“Turn around,” you told him and he complied, looking anywhere but your face as you continued what you were doing. You grabbed about a quarter of the hair on either side of his face and brought it so it was laying on his chest. “There.”
“Thanks,” Joe said, finally meeting your eyes again. You smiled softly at him and he grinned back, just as soft.
“You’re welcome,” you said and you both just stood staring at each other for a second before you said, “You better go, I think it’s your call time.”
“Oh shit, you’re right,” he exclaimed, looking at the digital clock on your table and bolting away, calling over his shoulder, “See you later, Y/N!”
You shook your head and smiled at the boy that was quickly becoming your favorite part of work, even if he was an awkward dork sometimes.
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What A Difference!
Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader
Summary: Joe has always had a crush on you since he was young but you’re four years older than him and it has always been a struggle. Now that you’re adults, things could be different.
Word Count: 4277
Warnings: None
To say that Joe was just a friend would be a lie. You would say that he might be the closest friend you’ve ever had, while you’d be his greatest friend in his entire life. Your father and his dad were the greatest of friends, so of course their children would be hanging out with each other quite often. So for the earlier statement on being Joe’s greatest friend is not a lie. You were four years older than him so of course you’d be on the list of people he’s known for so long. You could find yourself in his baby pictures, including when he was just born. Like stated, your dads were great friends.
Four years wasn’t too bad of a difference. Except it was for Joe. All his life. Scratch the whole “greatest” and “closest” friends thing. You were his bestest friend. The issue is, he’s had a crush on you since he was eight. He could remember the first time he took in your appearance at that age. You were sweet and pretty and easy to get along with. Even though you were older, you never treated him like a baby and that’s what he appreciated. Not like your other siblings, especially your sister who was only a year older than him. (When she found out that age gets you to places, she couldn’t help but flaunt it). Not only that, but since you were above him, he was able to go to you for all his problems, as you weren’t too far away from the experiences he was going through. Since you’ve been there and done it, it helped having time to grow and learn from each experience, you always were the one to get the best advice from.
He remembered the time how he was to attend his audition for Jurassic Park. He was a nervous wreck as he knew who Steven Spielberg was and how much of a big deal he his. You weren’t into the actual acting business but you were one of the main roles for your school play a year ago and so you used that experience to help him with this big deal. You told him that it would be like every other audition that he’s done before, to not mind who the director is and that if he tried too hard, his best wouldn’t shine. You made sure to tell him to practice his lines and do what he feels is right and that if he didn’t get the role, it’s not the end of the world. He paid attention to every word you said, knowing that you could never be wrong and because of that advice, he got to play Tim Murphy.
Your teenage years was what made things a little awkward. You knew about his young boy crush but you always thought he’d get over it eventually. That’s when you realized that he never really did as he got jealous with the boyfriends you had throughout high school. But there was one point in time that made you feel all sorts of strange when you caught him and his friends sneaking a peek from your bedroom door while you were changing to go for a night out with some friends. You felt a strange shift in the air whenever you were around him especially since you didn’t go after him about it, not wanting to embarrass him.You never caught him doing it again but he couldn’t look you in the eyes afterwards. That’s when you took it upon yourself to sort it all out.
“Joe, can we talk?” You asked him one day catching him while he was walking his bike back to his house.
He took a slight peek at you and stopped right where he was, looking around the neighborhood in a nervous manner. “Uh, yeah, sure. What do you want to talk about?”
“That night I caught you and your friends peeking at me.” You said a bit sternly to make sure he wouldn’t take this lightly.
“You’re not gonna tell my mom are you!? I’m so sorry! I wasn’t trying to peek at you I swear!” He panicked.
“Joe! Relax! I’m not going to tell your mom. I just wanna talk about what happened that night. You’re acting really weird and I really want to help you.”
“R-really? I didn’t mean too! I swear!” He felt guilty, that was certain. He was also scared from that day on. He had no idea on what to do and usually when he didn’t know what to do, he would go to you but he couldn’t do that. He thought that since you didn’t confront him that day, he would play along as if nothing happened. Joe thought he was doing a real good job at it since you never came to him but at this very moment, he realized that even though he was a child actor, he somehow couldn’t act his way around you.
“Then what happened?”
“I was hanging out with your brother in his room with our other friends, your mom called him downstairs and he took awhile and the other guys started getting bored. I waited and they left and then they called me over saying there’s something I should see and took me to your bedroom door. I swear I didn’t know what they were showing me and by the time they did you already caught me!” Joe expressed without taking a single breath of air. He was letting out his guilty confession as it was festering over time. He kept looking at you with pleading eyes, praying that you believed him. He knew better and he only hoped you didn’t look at him differently afterwards. He didn’t want to ruin his chances with you.
“It’s ok, Joe,” You place a hand to his shoulder in order to comfort him. “I understand. You didn’t know what you got yourself into and before you knew it, all of this happened.”
“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I just didn’t know what to do after that and I was afraid that if I brought it up, you wouldn’t want to be friends with me anymore. I didn’t want to make you feel weird or anything…” He said as his voice calmed down from his franticness.
You gave a small smile at his thoughtfulness. You thought for a split second that he was being a little creep but after the days that followed, he was always so nervous and you knew that he was too nice of a boy to try and do something so scandalous like that.
You pull him in for a hug with a reassuring pat on his back. “Aw, Joe, how could I possibly stop being friends with you! You had me worried from how quiet you were all the time and I didn’t want to say anything in front of anyone.”
“So you forgive me?” He looked up at you.
“Of course! I get what happened and I get that you were embarrassed. I can’t stay mad at you!”
From that day on, Joe couldn’t help but look at you differently from before. If anything, his little crush on you turned even bigger. You had his absolute trust and although he had plenty of people in his life to trust, he looked up to you more than anyone else in the world.
Throughout the years you two have seen each other at family get togethers and each year, you two made sure to have some quality time with one another. Especially now that you two are older and are able to connect better than when you were younger. These get-togethers provided an insight as to what kind of person Joe has come to be and honestly, you never felt closer to anyone except him.
Tonight was a special event. It was your brothers wedding and although it was small and took place at your parents backyard, there was a large crowd. He made sure to invite everyone, including the Mazzello clan. And that’s when you saw him. He was all dapper and clean cut with a nicely fitted suit that looked made for an actor. You always thought he was handsome but for some reason tonight, with the air full of love and everyone enjoying themselves, he was especially someone you wanted to look at for a good while. You didn’t meet up with him right away but after the ceremony you made a beeline for the drinks to calm your nerves before finding Joe.
As it turns out, Joe had the same exact thought. When he entered the backyard, he took sight of you. Like you, he always thought you were beautiful but tonight you glowed in your simple dress and heels and your loosely twirled hair that was done in a low bun. You looked free and natural, how he always liked. The fact that it was your brother getting married made him worried that maybe you were next to be standing in front of friends and family with your significant other. He could already feel his heart racing and was in desperate need to loosen up.
Once the both of you noticed each other in the occupied kitchen, you both swallowed your anxieties and leant in to each other for a hug and kisses on each others cheek. “Wow, Y/N, you look just…absolutely incredible.” Joe says as he pulls away with a gentle hand on your waist.
“Thank you! You look…really good tonight.” You say as you eye him up and down hoping that the way you said that didn’t come out sounding all yearnful. Oh no, that’s exactly what I’m feeling like, huh?
“Thanks!”
“I really like your suit,” You say reaching for the lapels of his suit jacket. The feeling of your delicate fingers gliding over the fabric made him want to lean in more but resisted to do so in fear of being that weird little boy all over again. “Very snazzy.”
He could only let out a nervous chuckle out as your hand went back to your side, exhaling a breath of relief along with it so you wouldn’t notice. “I know right. I tried to find something that looked good. The hard part was to find something that fitted well so I didn’t have to bother going to a tailor.”
“Well, it really does fit you good.” You gave out a smile. You didn’t know it but you looked at him a bit longingly. Joe did and could feel his cheeks rise in temperature. Did you have a thing for him? Is he reading the look on your face right?
Clearing his throat once he noticed it fell quite between you two, he then asks your preference in beverage. It was strange this time around. You two had never been this awkward with each other, or, at least, he’s never been this awkward before and he didn’t know what it was now that was causing it. Maybe it was the fact that you were both at a wedding or maybe it was because he was afraid of getting comfortable with you all over again that it reminds him that those feelings for you that never went away. He didn’t know but from the time spent on waiting to get your guys drinks to the walk to the patio, both of your nerves have completely melted away and you two were back on track on being the friends from childhood duo once more.
“Looks like your brother’s having the time of his life.” Joe points out as he sees him swinging his now wife across the dance floor. Honestly, looking at them made him yearn for that kind of happiness. His luck with women hasn’t been the best as of late and this wedding only made him realize how single he was.
“I know. I just can’t believe he got married before all of us and he’s the youngest. I’m just wondering what his secret is…” You say in a tone of aw and curiosity.
“What do you mean? You didn’t bring a date with you?” Joe’s ears perked for your response. Whether he knew it himself or not, he was hoping to hear a no. Although it may be harsh, he was hoping to hear you were having the same troubles as him and to his relief, you did come here by yourself.
“Yeah, I went out on a few dates with some guys but they were all flops so I just didn’t bother really. I mean honestly, my parents aren’t constantly asking me when am I going to find a man, which is nice, so there really wasn’t much pressure to bring anybody for the wedding. What about you? You bring anyone special?”
Joe could only laugh as he continued to look on at the dance floor. “No, uh, with work and then trying dating apps and everything else in between, no one really peaked my interest or I didn’t with there’s.”
“Hmm, well, we can be single together.” You gave a sly smile as you nudged his arm with your elbow.
Joe then goes on to laugh some more at your words. “Yeah. I much rather have that. At least with you, I’ll know what I’m getting myself into.”
You raise an eyebrow at that with a smile on your face. “Oh yeah? And what antics were you thinking we’d get into.” As soon as you said that, the DJ transitions to an oldie but a goodie. One that at the time, it was too peppy to understand that it’s lyrics were a little depressing but it’s beat was something Joe definitely wanted to dance to.
Joe stands on his nice leather dress shoes while setting his glass down and offers his hand to you. You gladly accept it as you already knew where he was leading you to. “Well for one, dancing our asses off and showing everyone our stuff.” His smile was what got you right at that moment and you really didn’t know why it took you by surprise but it did and you felt a little different than all the other times he’s smiled.
He wasted no time in showing his moves, bopping around and staring you down in a comical way. You only stood there laughing at him while nodding your head as you couldn’t believe the way he was dancing but he stuck his hand out once more. You pulled yourself into him little and bopped along with him. As one song came to an end another took its place and you two didn’t slow down at all. You were having too much fun and Joe was as well. He can admit that although you two weren’t the greatest dancers in the world, you two sure had the best energy on the dance floor, especially when together. Sure you may tripped over each others and feet and maybe stepped on a toe or two but any form of embarrassment would take place for just a second until it vanished into pure fun once more.
Once the DJ noticed that most of the guests have either sat down or started to slow down in their steam, he transitioned into a slow song. A song meant for couples. A song where you would hold each other close and whisper sweet sugar to each other. Joe took notice when he heard the first couple of notes while you kept on dancing to the end of the previous song. While you two were having fun, why not pull you in for one of these songs? You felt a hand on your waist confusing you until you noticed it was Joe’s. He only gave you knowing eyes as to ask permission. You placed your hands on his shoulders and decreased the distance between you two.
The both of you just swayed side to side smiling and chatting away. By the next song, you felt all too comfortable as you had your head resting on his shoulder while your fingers played with the ends of his hair. Joe could feel the drums playing in his chest. This was all too perfect. Too perfect for it to end. Too perfect that he wanted it to end before he fall any harder for you. He wanted it to end so he didn’t have to be reminded that there is no him and you, at least not in the way he wanted it to be. He wanted so bad for it to end but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He convinced himself that this would be a nice souvenir. A nice piece of closure so he’d know what it felt like to hold you this close.
Because of that, he found his cheek resting on your head with eyes closed. He could smell your wonderful perfume, feel the way his arm wrapped around you so well while he resisted his other hand to rub up and down your back in an affectionate way. He could only let out a deep breath as he kept on holding you close while you clinged on to him.You felt it too. The feeling of wanting to be so close to him, to do little things that would deem questionable amongst strangers if they knew you were only friends. The scene before them could only make them argue against that. You kept yourself from turning your head to face his neck and have your nose tickle the skin while you inhaled more of his rich cologne. You stopped yourself from snaking your hands to rest on his cheeks for a bit so your fingers can graze against the skin there that looked as if he only shaved recently. To be honest you liked the scruff he always tried to grow.
It was hard for the both of you to pull away from each other as soon as new upbeat song started to play. You two only stayed the way you were for a moment more but in that moment you both felt as if you were on the same page so you when you pulled away from each other slowly and timidly looked in one anothers eyes, it was for some reason not as awkward as you thought it would be.
From there, you took Joe’s wrist and pulled him inside of the house, passing all the guests that took no notice and up the staircase and down the hall. In that moment Joe would have freaked out, would have been out of his mind as to what you were planning but he wasn’t. He was calm, trusting, dazed. It’s as if he was in a complete trance, accepting of whatever you were about to do. He snapped out of it as soon as he notice where he was. Your old room. Now he was nervous.
You only pulled him down to sit with you on the side of your bed that faced the window that overlooked the backyard. Everyone was still as lively as you left them. “I’m sorry I pulled you away from the party, I just wanted a some quite for a bit.”
“No, it’s, uh, no problem.” Then it fell silent as you both looked through the window. Joe looked but he took glimpses of your hand still gripping his wrist. You were too much in the zone to care about how Joe would react about you placing your head on his shoulder as you continued to look out. Even though you were in your old room, with your family downstairs having fun, you never felt more at home than how you were situated right now. This whole thing felt too comfortable. So cozy. So at peace and it was all because you were with Joe. That’s when you noticed that this feeling was nothing new. That whenever it was just you two, you never felt more at ease, as if the world could send you a hundred problems for you to bear and yet you wouldn’t feel a single ounce of stress because Joe was next to you. That’s exactly what was going on right now but this time you were acknowledging it and you really didn’t know what to do with that truth.
“You know, when I was a lot younger, I always imagined how our wedding would’ve gone.” He had a smile on his face as he saw all that danced away and chatted. Chuckling was what came naturally to you in response.
“Oh yeah? How did it go?”
“Well I was still cute wearing a tux and you were wearing that one white flowy dress you wore for easter sunday, when you were like, what, twelve?”
“Right, the one with the giant sparkly bow in front of it. Mom was so happy when she founded it when she went out shopping.” You laughed at the memory. She was so insistent on you wearing it for the closest special occasion and easter happened to be the most available. You even remember whining to her about how you were old enough to pick your own clothes and how you should go out and buy another nice dress to wear instead of that one. In the end you gave in as she guilt tripped you about how you were growing up so fast and how she wanted this one last ditch effort into treating her baby.
You could feel the heat on your cheeks when you heard Joe laugh. “Yeah, and uh, everyone was there in a church and you were holding this really nice bouquet of daisies for some reason instead of like, I don’t know roses.” From that point, Joe just kept chuckling at himself. As he kept talking, you both didn’t realize that you were lying against his arm with your legs curled up and your hand holding onto his forearm.
This time Joe laughed harder as he remembered this small detail from his memory. “And-And there was, there was the wedding cake but ins-instead of a bride and groom, it was-it,” he couldn’t help but die at the memory. What was his eight year old mind thinking? His infectious laugh had got you going as well. “It was a T-rex and one of your old polly pockets you gave to your sister.” You snorted at his confession, leaning back further, not able to catch any air into your lungs.
“Oh my god, and there was a circus! And a bounce house! Oh my god!”
“Joe s-stop! I-I can’t breathe!” Soon enough, all the laughing died down and the both of you were able to think straight once more as the oxygen reached your brains.
“Can I just be honest with you for a minute?” He said in a more serious tone.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“Back then, I thought you were, like, my one and only because you know how kids are.” You only nodded as you continued to look out of the window. “And I know, that you know how much I like you. I think it was so obvious to everyone,” Did he say like or liked? “But you never made fun of me or treated me any different and I just wanna say thanks for that.”
“Of course Joe. If anything, you’re probably my bestest friend and I couldn’t mess that up for anything.” You finish saying. Joe could only look down and chuckle.
“Yeah, that’s the thing though. I understand that me being young, it’s a lot easier to have a crush and everything but now that I’m older, where I’ve grown out of that stuff, I only come to realize that I’ve never grown out of the feelings I have for you. I know, I know, you’re not interested but I just want you to know that now that we’re both older, I know exactly how I feel and being adults, I think it’s best if you know.”
It was strange. You’ve always known and yet it still surprised you. You’ve always known and never thought much of it. Now you were thinking so many things at once and yet only one thought occurred. Your hand slid to lay atop of Joe’s hand, playing with his fingers. “Who said I wasn’t interested?”
Once he heard you say that, he turned his head to look down at you. You only took a peek at him before going back to look at your hand. “You’re not serious are you?”
“Well if you ask me, you could actually get an answer.”
“Alright…Well, do you maybe wanna go out sometime with me?”
You only turn your head to look up at him, he looked cool and collective with a small knowing smile on his face but his eyes told a different story and for some reason you didn’t want to see him all tensed up. “How about tomorrow night? Or are you busy then?”
A mental sigh of relief escaped him as he gave you a bright smile. “Tomorrow night would be fantastic…”
“Tomorrow night it is then. For now, lets just cozy up. I really don’t want to move from this spot.” You gave a wink as he only smiled bigger. This felt like one of the many dreams Joe has had in the past but to you this felt like a step towards a path you wish you done a while ago. Maybe because it had been years since anyone ever brought it up or maybe it never occured to that this could happen, that you were both adults that knew what you wanted.
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can i have a fic with tim murphy and 2. from your promt list? love you xx ~ billie
2. “excuse me, i think you dropped this”
Thank you for your request love :),, i hope you like it x
You were a tour guide at the new dinosaur museum that had just opened up. You loved your job so far, you loved how people’s faces would light up with amusement when you told them stories of the dinosaurs or the bones that were found
You had just currently finished up on your last tour of the day and had started making your way back to the locker room to collect your belongings.
After getting your bag and coat and putting all your stuff away, you singed out and headed past the main exhibits which you never got tired of looking at, you were so fascinated by it all.
Just as you were making your way out the door you heard a voice that made you turn around.
“Excuse me, i think you dropped this” it called out and echoed through the empty hall.
Sanding there you were met with brown eyes, looking down you saw he was holding out your ID badge which must have slipped out of your locker when you put it inside, or so you must have tried to.
“Thank you so much Mr Murphy” you smiled softly at your boss as you took the card from his hand and placed it inside your bag.
“You heading out Y/N?” he asked as he placed his hands into his trousers pockets.
Which you nodded and softly replied with a yes.
“Got any plans for tonight then?”
“Nope just going home and getting dinner, might get a takeaway on the way home” you shrugged as you looked up at his smiling eyes.
He let out a groan of satisfaction “i could kill for a takeaway right now”. which made you giggly softy.
“You wouldn’t mind if i came with you, would you?” he asked as he stepped closer to you.
“No, not at all sir” you rushed out as you felt your heart fling around in your chest, the man you had the biggest crush on was asking if he could walk with you, but he was also your boss so it felt kind of wrong at the same time.
“Oh stop, please call me Tim” he shook his head, you turned around as he started to walk with you to the door.
“Look after my bones Clyde!” he teased playfully as you guys both walked past the night guard who responded with something that you didn’t quite make out but it must have been funny since Tim started to laugh so you giggled to try fit in it too.
“So where we going” Tim asked as he rubbed his hands together as you both made your way out of the door and down the long line of steps.
“I was thinking chinese”
“Sounds great” he nodded before you guys both fell into peaceful quiet, it didn’t feel awkward at all and you enjoyed his company, a lot.
“Sooo, what made you want to be a tour guide at my museum, be careful with your answer i’m your boss after all” he asked with a little playful smirk playing at his lips.
“Well dinosaurs have always been a fascination of mine, anything to do with palaeontology really, i’ve been keeping up with your findings on your blog actually and when i saw you were opening up a museum i knew i had to find a job there, i used to work at the historical museum across town” you spoke which made Tim’s smile grow wider as he listen to you be at an awe with the whole topic he too loved, he understood everything you said.
You both stopped in front of the takeaway and Tim willingly opened the door for you as you stepped inside the warm place. The man took both your orders, Tim teasing you for getting so much but you explained that you always liked to have left overs.
“Do you live far away from here?” Tim asked as he sat himself down beside you on the brown wooden bench they had.
“No, just around 10 minuets away” you shook your head “how come?”.
“I’m walking you home of course” he smiled.
“You don’t have to do that”
“Need to make sure a beautiful girl like you gets home safe, especially at this time of night”
You were about to respond but the man called out that your food was ready and you both got up, fishing through your bag to find your money but by the time you had got it out Tim had already payed for it which made you groan out in annoyance.
“You didn’t have to do that either” you whined as you both thanked the man and walked out of the small shop.
“Oh hush, let me be a gentleman” he teased as he followed you to the direction of your apartment.
“Got anything planned for the weekend love?”
“Not that i know of, probably just sit around watching tv” you shrugged with a little blush climbing onto your face at the use of name he had for you.
He hummed in response, “I’m going out on a dig on saturday, if you’d like to join me”
You gasped and stopped walking which made him turn around in confusion with a raised eyebrow.
“Really?, your inviting me to a dig!?” you chocked our excitingly.
He chuckled at your excitement and nodded.
“I would love to, oh my gosh” you exclaimed loudly and you started to walk again with a big grin on your face.
For the next 5 minute walk back to your place you talked about your personal life’s, since talking about dinosaurs would have been a little too much already, since you both work around them.
“Well this is me” you smiled as you pointed up to the tall apartment building.
“I’m glad i caught you before you went home, it was nice to talk to you”
“Me too, i’ll see you saturday?” you questioned as you tilted your head out of habit which Tim thought was the cutest thing ever.
“Yes!, i’ll call you , since i already have your number from work and all”
“Goodnight Tim” you spoke as you stated to walk to your building with a smile still glued to your face.
“Goodnight Y/N, enjoy your food!” he smiled back as he watched you walk to your building and close the door behind you.
You let a big breath out that you didn’t know you were holding in and squeaked out in happiness and excitement, you had just made plans with your hot boss, you hoped it was a date honestly.
Just as Tim went to walk away he heard your squeal and shook his head with a chuckle at how adorable you were, but he wasn’t judging because inside he was feeling the same way too.
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