#Joe Mazzello x Y/N

[deanscroissant]

yearning for your love (pat murray x gender!neutral reader)

requested by: @lizardaddams

a/n: i’m literally so sorry that this took me since FEBRUARY to finish?? but honestly thank you for understanding why it took so long. anywho, i hope whoever reads this enjoys it!

requests are closed

warnings: cussing, fluff

Studying abroad was one of the best experiences of your life. You were majoring in Language Studies in Barcelona to become a Translator & Interpreter. You have a passion for traveling, so you figured going that route was your best choice. But your boyfriend (Mr. 'Uptight' Pat Murray) was concerned about you going abroad. You two had been dating for a year, and when you decided to study abroad for the summer, Pat was devastated. He was sick to his stomach when you told him. He was furious at first, but when you explained to him how important this was for you, he changed his heart.

The day you left was emotional--especially for your family, friends, and Pat. Maintaining a distance relationship for three months while balancing school was hard for you. But somehow, you two were still going strong. It made your relationship more robust than ever.

It was now August, and classes ended in two days. You had just finished your last exam for the semester and couldn't wait to jump back on the plane to see your loved ones. Your friends and family knew you were returning today, but Pat was out of the loop. He knew you weren't coming back until the end of the month. You begged everyone not to tell him anything because you wanted to surprise him at the game. Pat talked about this game for the past couple of weeks and wants you here today to hear your voice in the crowd cheering him and his team on. The guys were also disappointed that you couldn't make it to be their cheerleader. Your support always gave him the most incredible luck (as he would say), but he or the team weren't doing so hot without you here. He texted you that a few minutes after you got off the plane. He tried to be discreet because the guys didn't know you were dating. It wasn't like you two were hiding it from them. You just felt there was no need to unless someone asked you if you were in a relationship. With Pat, he doesn't let anyone know his business unless he's cool with them. He'll tell the guys or whenever you decide to say it to them.

While waiting for your reply, Pat was daydreaming on his phone when Vinnie popped up behind his shoulder, startling the redhead. "The fuck, Vinnie?!"

"Who are you texting there, bud?" He asked before reaching to grab his phone but failed when Pat snatched it away before he could. "Piss off, Vin." He sneered, rolling his eyes as he put his phone back in his sports bag.

"Now you know I can't do that, Pat." Vinnie pouted jokingly, sitting down next to him. "Are you cheating on me?"

Pat tried to ignore Vinnie by focusing on the game, but when he glanced back at him, he cracked a smile. Vinnie hollered excitedly at the action, glad he could still make his friend smile at his shenanigans. As Vinnie walked away to annoy someone else, Pat turned his attention back to the bleachers to find you, only to feel another hit of sadness--forgetting that you were on the other side of the world. He was getting ready to grab his phone again when Ty returned to the dugout. "Murray, you're up!"

It felt like you would never make it to his game, which was pissing you off as time passed. You were waiting for your taxi to show up. Your parents had called one for you an hour ago, but you gave them hell once they showed up late. You weren't usually this rude and cranky, but only having one meal and 2 hours of sleep made you this way. Plane rides made you extremely nervous, especially how you were going to surprise Pat. But that plan was ruined when you just knew there wouldn't be any time left to do so.

You wanted to fight the cab driver once he got to the field. However, it was apparent that the game had ended, and the D-Backs had won. You threw your faire on the front seat and grabbed your things before hastily leaving the car. Searching the crowd for Pat, you instantly spotted him. He was so happy that it made you smile and forget about the hell you went through the past few hours. Unfortunately, you didn't realize Pat's dad was standing beside you to greet you. You kind of just blocked him out, and without thinking, you hopped over the fence and booked it toward him. "PAT!" you shouted.

He was hugging Zapata as you were getting closer. His voice was astronomically loud, and you could hear his conversation, "I'm sorry I threw that so hard! I could have really hurt you!" but he stopped talking when he saw you approaching. He immediately shoved Zapata off him and ran to you, "Y/N!"

Once you two got close, you leaped onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Pat wrapped his arms around your waist, buried his face into your neck, and held you tight to him, caressing your head, back, and anywhere his hands could touch you. "Long time no see, honey." He said softly into your ear. You promised you were going to melt even faster in the blazing heat. They both had waited for this moment for so long and hoped that you wouldn't be separated like this again.

"I missed you so much, baby," you said once you pulled away to look at what you would call a beautiful face. Instead, you grabbed it between your hands and smashed your lips into his.

Palacco and Tree just so happened to turn around when they saw you two being intimate, which shocked the hell out of them. "Oh my..." Palacco gasped and looked at Tree, who had the same reaction. "Pat and Y/n are dating?!" Tree exclaimed.

Vinnie jumped and hooted before turning to Ty with his hand out, "Pay up, loser!"

Dells' eyebrows furrowed while watching you two. "How in the hell did we miss that?"

"I don't know," Ty said through gritted teeth as he handed Vinnie his last few bucks from his pocket. "But I'm going to murder them both!"

The guys agreed with Ty and marched over to you and Pat. You two were already laughing since you were the only one who could see them and told Pat what they were saying (because you're an expert at reading lips). You're going to have a ball listening to them harassing you both with a bunch of questions.

[likesomekindofcheese]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it’s Christmas Eve and they are sitting by the Christmas tree and Joe surprises reader with a present and when reader opens it, it’s a velvet box and Joe takes it from reader and goes into a speech about how much he loves her and that when he first laid eyes on reader in college, it was love at first sight and he gets down on one knee and asks reader to marry him?

Awww, that's cute!

Again, I don't do requests for longshots but I can do a blurb!

"Oh, look! Snow!" you cried, running to the window. You felt the chill already from the window.

White flurries by now were falling down so heavily, that it blanketed everywhere. It was so beautiful- and with the fireplace on and the Christmas tree twinkling with lights and decorations, it was quite a perfect Christmas Eve. In the back, the Nutcracker pas de deux between the Sugar Plum Fairy and her Cavalier Prince was playing.

"I think having you be me would make it better..." Joe suggested.

You turned around and saw him with a cheeky smile. You then went over and sat down next to him, letting him cuddle you.

"How are you? Was your Christmas Eve busy? I had to do some last-minute shopping..." you said.

"I'm...I'm good...great..." Joe answered.

You looked at him and saw that his ears were bright pink. Normally, he was talkative and confident, but he seemed a little quiet today.

"What's up? Something happened with your mom?" you asked.

"No! She's okay!"

"An audition went badly!?"

"No, not at all! I...it's just I...uh, have a gift for you and it can't wait for tomorrow," he announced.

"Oh! Okay- which one is it?" you questioned, looking after the presents you just finished wrapping up.

He cleared his throat and you returned your head. He had a box that was square and small, wrapped in red and white striped paper.

"Alright, great!" you said cheerfully.

Once you undid the paper and broke open the cardboard box you saw inside was...a small velvet box.

The breath was knocked out of you and your heart picked up.

"Joe, uhm, is...is..."

His eyes, shiny and sincere, looked up at you.

"Y/N, I...I've known you for a while and we have dated for a while and I..I think I have loved you from the moment I met you. I can be myself around you. It was a small love, but a part of me wondered, just wondered...wondered if I met the person who should be my person. I just had to be sure...so I spent time with you. And that little love it grew and grew. I see stars in your eyes, Y/N, and a smile that gives me life. Crap, I'm getting so sappy! I..."

He rubbed the back of his head.

"I don't even talk like this!"

"It's okay, Joe!" you said with a slight laugh. But your eyes were starting to well up.

"But I love you, Y/N and I want you to be happy. I would love it if I could make you happy for the rest of your life, so Y/N..."

Your head spun as he got on one knee. The music surged to it's most romantic.

"Will you marry m-"

It was cut off as you leaned down and planted a large kiss on his lips in answer.

There was a sudden buzz from his phone. It was from Ben.

"Have you proposed to her yet, Mate? Update me!"

Both of you smiled at it. You opened the box and propped the shiny diamond ring on your finger.

"Let's take a picture as an answer!" you suggested.

Taglist: @borhapgirlforlife19 @queenlover05

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

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

of course!

FIRST CHRISTMAS

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

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

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

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

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

"well good morning" you yawned.

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

"good morning, darling" Joe greeted

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

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

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

"and you couldn't wait for me?"

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

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

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

you let out a breathy chuckle and closed your eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I never doubted it"

"I love you" he said kissing you softly

"I love you too" you smiled at him sweetly

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

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

--

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

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

"yes?" you smiled politely.

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

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

Rami, Ben, Joe.

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

"come in" he replied through the door

he probably thought it was ben.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm an extra" you responded

"no I meant your name" he chuckled

"oh um, Y/n"

"I'm joe" he smiled warmly

"I know" you took a deep breath

"do you now?" he responded in amusement

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

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

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

"thanks"

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

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

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

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

"get used to it" he said

--

"this is the best christmas" Joe sighed happily

[rossmccallsqueen]

Alone - Joe Mazzello x Reader (smut)

Summary: You were feeling a bit lonely lately, but Joe knows how to fix it. 

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: SMUT. Also some angst. mentions of anxiety and depression, but there is a good ending i promise!

*pls dont read if under 18. srsly please no under 18!!!*

For you, it had been a long day. A long week, in fact. The only solution you could think of when you were by yourself is taking a long hot shower. You need to feel the steam deep in your soul, relaxing you from the inside out. You had not seen much of your fiance during the week, he was on set most of the day and you were usually asleep by the time he got home. It did not leave a lot of time for the two of you to spend together, and you didn’t want to cause him any issues during his work when you could handle your stress on your own. It couldn’t be as hard as everyone says it is, you were a big girl and could handle your own problems. 

Not that you were not grateful for the fact that because of the pandemic, your job was almost entirely remote and you could work from anywhere. That meant that you could follow your love wherever he went. That is what the two of you always wanted, to travel the world together. You always said that the most important thing was that the two of you were together, and as long as you had the other you would be fine. But after a few months, it had become a lot of being alone. The apartment they set up for you seemed empty, there weren’t a lot of decorations on the walls and the only thing that made it different from the base apartment was the few pictures and memories that you thought to bring with you this time. 

You knew that picking up your whole apartment back home and taking it with you every time didn’t make sense since you would be back there at some time anyway, but you just wished that your current abode felt like it had more life and love in it. As the water dripped down your back, you thought about Valentine's Day coming up. Joe had tried asking the director to make sure they ended on time that day but you didn’t necessarily believe that he would make it possible. The only light that was on in the bathroom besides the fan lighting from the shower, was the moon through the window. The lights were on in your bedroom outside, so you felt okay enough to have minimal lighting. Lots of bright light just made you more anxious when you were stressed and tired, so mood lighting for the shower it would be. 

The work that you did would make your hands hurt a lot at the end of the day, so most days you couldn’t even shower by yourself. You had tried when you got in, but for now, it was just standing in the hot water and hoping it did enough. It was still only around ten at night, which you considered late due to having to get up early for work with timezones. You were so in your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear the front door open. 

“Hello? Y/N? Are you home?” You heard Joe shouting. 

“I’m in here.” You said, but not very loudly. You just couldn’t make yourself be louder, you didn’t have the energy in you. 

“Are you okay?” He sounded like he was outside the door now. You turned and looked and there he was. You almost didn’t want him to find you like this. He helped you with so many things, you didn’t know if you could actually function without him. He helped you do basic everyday things, like making the bed and folding all of the laundry whenever it needed to be done. He would always make dinner, as long as you could help point him in the right direction. He even did things he knew you could do, but he could always sense when you just couldn’t do them yourself. When you didn’t answer, he opened the bathroom door fully and saw you standing in the shower by yourself, just letting the water fall all around you. 

“Hey, you.” He said, his face softening. You could see the relief he felt in his entire body once he laid eyes on you again. You felt the same in yourself when your shoulders relaxed just enough to where you felt better. It was like seeing him was instant serotonin 

“Rough day?” He asked, waiting for your response. You just nodded back at him. 

He gave you a gentle smile and started taking off his clothes after a long day. The shower door opened and you briefly felt a cold burst of air. The shower had become your own personal sauna and you did not like the cold one bit. His arms wrapped around you and you knew then it was your favorite place to be. His fingers gently grazed your back, a sensation you couldn’t quite describe but it was one that gave you immense comfort. When you could finally stand up on your own again you slightly pulled away so that you could look at him. 

“Just let me help you okay? I’m here.” He grabbed your shampoo off the shelf, and you turned around so that he could wash your hair. It was so gentle you almost couldn’t feel him doing anything. He ensured that getting the knots out didn’t hurt you, and when the suds were completely out of your hair you felt like a whole new person. You could only feel you and him, the feeling of your body touching his felt like home. 

“I’m always alone.” You finally said.

“I’m right here love, you aren’t alone.” 

“For now, until you’re gone before we wake up and don’t see you until it’s time to go to bed again. I just need to feel you again.” You could feel it in your bones, but at the same time, you felt bad as you didn’t want to make him think you didn’t love him. 

“I know nothing I say can change what it's been like lately, but you are my number one priority. Everything else comes second, it’s important to me that you know that okay? I’m only filming one scene tomorrow. Do you think you could call in tomorrow?” You had never heard truer words come from someone. 

“My love, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I’ve had a whole day planned for us for quite some time now.” You could feel panic set into your body. You knew it was soon, but you had completely lost track of the days. Everything felt like it was blending together, and you couldn’t even remember what you ate for breakfast the day before. Joe always thought of everything you didn’t, it was hard to remember a time when you didn’t have each other. He could tell you were panicking a little, and pressed the front of his body into the back of yours until he could feel your heartbeat start to slow again. He finished helping you and showered himself, and when you walked out into your room he already had your diffuser going, along with the heating pad you never went anywhere without, and a cup of tea next to each of your bedsides. 

“How did you do all this?” You asked, you didn’t even hear him until he started calling your name and came into the bathroom looking for you. 

“Because I know you better than I know myself.” 

“I love you.” He kissed you gently, before helping you get into bed and then going around to the other side and curling up behind you. You didn’t bother putting on any clothes after you were dried off, the two of you barely ever slept with any on anyway. Joe always joked that they just got in the way of things, and it took too much time to take them back off. You loved the feeling of clean sheets and the way your and Joe’s bodies fit together so nicely. You could be completely intertwined with each other and it would never be close enough. His fingers began tracing patterns all around your back, ever so slightly touching the surface, and the way he was doing this sent shivers through your nerves in a way that felt so good. 

“You know for our wedding I was thinking we could have one of the guys perform the ceremony. It would feel more personal for us.” He spoke softly into your ear.

“You know I think Brian is ordained, we should ask him.” You replied, pressing your body into Joe just so. 

“You want me to ask Brian May to marry us? The Brian May?” Joe seemed a little shocked.

“Joe he was there when you proposed. He just texted you this morning, I do not think it is that far off.” You could feel him smile, like he knew you were right. 

“I’ll ask him tomorrow. What do you want my dear?” He knew you were one of those girls that had their wedding planned out since they were ten years old, but you knew weddings were about what both of you wanted and you wanted yours to be about the life that you shared together. Your wedding wasn’t going to be very big, neither of you wanted a huge affair, you just wanted the people you loved you. Lots of people also made you overwhelmed and it was supposed to be the best day you’ve ever had. 

“I want raspberry filling in the cake,” You told him. 

“I think we can have that arranged.” He squeezed you tightly and helped you turn over so that you were looking at each other now instead. Your faces were mere inches from each other and he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead. You quickly brought his lips down to yours and kissed him with enough pressure that invited him in closer to you. You wrapped your leg around his body, so he could feel just how damp you were. He brought his hand around to the back of your head so you could feel the hunger in his kiss. It wasn’t rough, no, but it felt needed. You just wanted to feel one another. You wanted to be relaxed so that every inch of your body felt like it was satisfied, and you would do everything in your power to make sure that Joe felt the same. 

You began to feel his hand roam to other parts of your body, cupping your bum so he could bring you closer. You felt him against you, hard and wanting every part of you. His lips began going elsewhere, placing kisses everywhere around your neck, your collarbone, and all the way down to your clit. Joe placed you on your back, bum up on a pillow, and arms raised above your head. They would soon find their way down to his hair like they usually did, as the sensation overwhelmed your body and you didn’t know what to do with them. 

You knew the rule, you were not supposed to move your hands from above your head. Except for when Joe’s tongue began licking at your clit. He went slowly at first, and you needed him to go much quicker. Your hips bucked up into his face, and he used his hands to push you down into the mattress. One of his hands left your thigh and ran up your side to your breast. Your nipple was so sensitive, as soon as you felt his hand on it you felt like you could feel it everywhere in your body. You couldn’t help but move your hands and your fingers laced through his hair, trying to send him the signal that you needed your release and you needed it now.

“Joe I swear to god if you don't..!” The groan that escaped his lips matched the ferocity of his nails when he squeezed your breast. He edged you again and again, getting you just to the point where you would go over the edge and then he would slow down. Each time he did so your hips moved involuntarily, wanting so badly to finish. Without warning, he began kissing his way up your body to your mouth, the taste of you still on his lips. You could move your hands again, cupping the sides of his face like you never wanted to let him go. 

“Can I?” He asked, forgetting how to use your words you nodded ‘yes’ at him and he flipped you over onto your stomach. Once you felt comfortable, he brought your ass into the hair, with it situated perfectly in front of his dick. He gently scratched up and down your back, making you relax into the bed and reach for something to hold onto as you knew you would need it in a second. He leaned over and kissed the small of your back before getting back up and getting himself ready. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it up and down your wetness, getting it wet and making you even wetter. Once he felt you were good to go, he eased himself in and you could feel every inch of him. Joe’s hands gripped your ass and began thrusting into you, bringing you onto him over and over. The speed that he was going was something completely new. He maneuvered his hand around you bringing his finger to your clit sending you into overdrive. The feeling was almost too much, but you could feel yourself getting close. 

The moans escaping you seemed to give him a new sense of power, snapping his hips in quick motions and hitting the spot you wanted. Combined with the motion on your clit you squeezed around him, feeling yourself cum, and any support you had been giving yourself went away and you collapsed onto the bed. You yelled out, and Joe adjusted so his hips could somehow move even faster. You had never felt him move so hard, but you were loving whatever it turned on in him. The feeling it was giving you was the best thing you had ever felt, and you never wanted it to end. He leaned over and whispered, “I love you” into your ear and one final time he snapped and you knew he had finished too. 

You could feel both of you relax, and since you had collapsed on your stomach Joe laid to the side that your head was facing which was to your right. Joe reached over and brushed the hair out of your face, and nothing could take away the joy that you felt at that moment. There was no pain or the outside world, just the two of you. 

“I promise you, you will never be alone, ever again.”

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if you’ve read this far, thank you! if you’ve been following me since the OG borhap era and you’re still here, THANK YOU! I’m back yall. 

also im starting a new taglist so please let me know if you would like to be on it!

[zodiyack]

Love At First Package

Pairing: Gardner Langway x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluffffff

Words: 843

Request: Could I request a fluffy Gardner Langway x fem. reader long oneshot where reader wakes up and hears giggling and finds Gardner in the living room playing with their 2 little girls and reader just gushes over how good of a father Gardner is to their girls and while she’s watching her little family, reader thinks back to how she met Gardner from him being her mailman and it was love at first sight?

Taglist: @matth1w , @redspaceace-writes , @fandom-puff , @darling-i-read-it , @simonsbluee , @sebastianstanslefteyebrow , @livlaughquinn, @bubsonnobx, @bunnyweasley23​

Masterlist | Joe Mazzello Masterlist

Waking to the sound of laughter, she bolts upright and her hands fall onto the bed next to her sides for support. Noticing the lack of another body weight in the bed, she turns to see that Gardner is nowhere to be found. The giggles continue, a high pitch voice as well as some chuckles from a deeper voice. Gardner's voice.

It clicks as she rubs her eyes, a small smile on her lips as she thinks of her baby girls and husband. It had been a few years since she'd given birth to the most recent bundle of joy, Sammy. Two year old Sammy and five year old Alyssia were quite the handful, but with Gardner, she somehow survived.

Getting out of the bed and waking to the living room, her smile grows at the sight she's greeted with. Gardner, in his mailman uniform, is on his knees, Lyssie on his back and Sammy being chased by the duo. Y/N crosses her arms and leans against the wall, deciding she'd rather watch her happy trio a bit longer.

Gardner wasn't the most outgoing person, but his girls got the most energy and attention any of his coworkers had ever seen him put into another human being.

As she thought about his change with becoming a father, her mind drifted further back down memory lane.

The shy, antisocial mailman sighed as he looked at the letters in his hands. He loved his job, he loved stamps, and he loved the routine of his route. Walking to the next house on said route, he noticed a woman sitting by the front door, a box in her lap and a worried look strewn across her features.

"Excuse me?" She spoke when he came into her vision. Her voice was sweet like honey, sending a chill down his spine.

"Yes?"

"Someone left this on my porch, but I'm afraid it's not the right address. I'd hate to have this package not reach it's rightful owner. Do you think you could deliver it?"

A small smirk met his face. What a decent citizen. He nodded and walked over to her to collect the box. However, he froze just as he approached, his face mere inches from her own. He gulped. What was this feeling?

She appeared to feel it too, the way her face flushed as she averted her gaze. They stood there for a few moments before she handed the mailman the box. "Thank you..."

"Gardner. And I'm assuming your name is..." he checked the envelope in his hand, the address reading the same as the one he was at currently, "Y/N?"

Her face flushed again before she nodded. "Yep, that's me."

That's when Gardner did something he never did. He handed Y/N her mail in person. The second their fingers touched, he felt a strange chill run over him, a shiver throughout his body. It wasn't an unpleasant shiver. Rather, it was one he wished to feel again.

"Thank you, Gardner."

With a nod, he turned to walk away. Before he made it past her fence line, he stopped and looked back, "Same time tomorrow?"

The seventeenth time, he'd been counting, that he dropped off her mail, she wasn't home. He'd started hand-delivering hers, just to feel that spark again. A part of him felt down. He couldn't experience it with her being gone, no, but that wasn't the only reason. He'd felt sad that his favorite stop on his route was nowhere to be found for the day. Dare he say, he missed her.

Hesitantly, Gardner stuffed the envelopes in her mailbox. He tried to stall for time, fiddling with his bag, resorting the letters he'd put in the box. Eventually, he realized she just wasn't there, and continued on his route. He cursed himself when he noticed how much time he'd wasted while on the job- he was never late, never missed a box, never forgot a letter. Was breaking his good streak for her really worth it...?

He thought back to that question when he kissed her for the first time. The answer? Yes. It was worth it all, and he'd gladly do it again.

"Hey you." Smiled Gardner. The moment he addressed her, their kiddies whipped around and ran towards their mother.

"Momma!!" They squealed with joy, and a little too much energy for such a lazy morning.

Regardless of her current state of conscious, she returned their smiles and lifted both of the girls up, one on each hip and a loving peck on each of their heads. Then came Gardner's "loving peck", to which the girls audibly complained about, eliciting chuckles from the couple.

Looking back, she's glad she collaborated with the neighbor to make a package that would give her the courage to talk to the cute mailman. After all, she got two beautiful girls and a loving husband out of it. Of course, Gardner lost it, laughing so hard he held his sides when he found out, and he hasn't stopped teasing her since.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

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

Your Biggest Fan

Fandom: Actor, American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, You

Word Count: 1305 // Rating: Teen & Up

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

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

Notes: here ya go lovely @borhapgirlforlife19

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[omgsquee2001]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it's Christmas Eve and Joe and reader are standing by the Christmas tree cuddling with each other and Joe hands reader a small wrapped present and when reader opens it it's a velvet box and he takes the velvet box from reader and he starts this speech about how much he loves her and that when he first laid eyes on reader when he met her in college it was love at first sight and he gets down on one knee and when he opens the box it turns out to be a ring and he asks reader to marry him?

I absolutely love this!!

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Merry Christmas: Joe Mazzello x Fem! Reader

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Key:

[Y/P] = Your Profession

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You sighed in content as you rested your head against your boyfriend, Joe Mazzello’s shoulder. Joe smiled and pressed a kiss to your head.

“You okay, babe?” Joe asked. You smiled and nodded, looking into the crackling of the fire in the fireplace.

“Yeah. I’m just fine.” You said quietly. Joe smiled contently. There was a moment of silence.

“Do you remember how we first met?” Joe asked suddenly, breaking the silence. You smiled and chuckled.

“Of course I remember. How could I forget?”

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You were attending the University of Southern California. You were going to that particular university, wanting to go into [Y/P]. You were sitting in class one day, listening to the professor, when the doors opened and someone rushed in. As the who class looked back at him, you noticed how cute he was. Short, brown hair, fun filled brown eyes. The professor turned around.

“Joe, you’re late.” The professor said. Joe nodded, out of breath.

“Yes, Professor, I am really sorry.” Joe apologized. “You see, my cat ate my alarm clock, so I wasn’t able to wake up on time.” Joe said, causing the other students, including yourself, to chuckle. The Profesor nodded, smiling slightly.

“Don’t let it happen again.” The professor said. Joe nodded, taking the empty seat by you. Joe glanced at you, and it was as if his breath had let his body. He was captivated by your [h/l] [h/c] hair and your sparkling [e/c] eyes. He saw kindness behind them as well as an eagerness to learn. He gently poked you in the arm, gaining your attention.

“Hi. I’m Joe, Joe Mazzello.” He whispered. You gave him a smile.

“I’m [Y/N], [Y/N] [L/N]. And I know who you are, Jurassic Park.” You said. Joe’s eyes lit up when you mentioned the movie he had been in as a kid.

“You’ve seen Jurassic Park?” He asked. You smiled.

“Are you kidding? Jurassic Park is one of my favorite movies!” You whispered. Joe swore you were even more beautiful now.

“Well, it’s not everyday you meet a beautiful woman who also likes Jurassic Park.” Joe complimented. You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the compliment.

“Mr. Mazzello, Ms. [L/N],” the professor called, making the two of you fave the Professor. “Is there something the two of you would like to share with the class?” They asked.

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You chuckled and shook your head.

“I still can’t believe that I met my favorite child actor that day.” You said, turning your head to look at him. Joe chuckled.

“You better believe it, Darling. Cause you’re dating him now.” Joe said. He smiled as you chuckled. He then leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours. The two of you pulled away and Joe cupped your cheek with his hand. His eyes then widened. “Oh! Wait! I have another present to give you!” Joe said. He rushed out of the living room and into your shared bedroom. You chuckled to yourself as you heard Joe silently curse to himself. “Ah ha!” You let out a laugh at Joe’s exclamation. He came back into the room, holding something behind him. You rose an eyebrow in confusion.

“What are you doing?” You asked, smiling. Joe smiled back and let out a nervous breath. He then got down on one knee and brought out a velvet box. Your eyes widened. You sincerely hoped Joe was doing what you thought he was doing.

“[Y/N] [L/N], ever since I met you in University, I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, and I knew it was love at first sight,” Joe started. Tears started coming to your eyes. “You have been with me through thick and thin. You supported me in my role of John Deacon, and you supported me through one of the toughest years of my life,” Joe let out a breath. “I know now what love is. Love is, dedicating your entire self to your partner. Love is every kiss I share with you. Love is every smile of yours that brightens up my day. Love is,” he opened the box and revealed a beautiful ring. “Asking you to marry me and making me the happiest man alive.” Joe said. Tears were streaming down your face. “So, [Y/N] [L/N], will you marry me?” Joe asked. You nodded, taking deep breaths. Joe nodded his head, trying to get you to use your words. You let out a teary laugh.

“Yes. God, yes! I’ll marry you, Joe Mazzello!” You shouted. Joe smiled in relief. He quickly got up and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pressed his lips to yours and spun you around, making you laugh. Joe set you down and the two of you pulled away. Joe slipped the ring onto your run finger. It fit like a glove. You stared down at it, smiling from ear to ear. You looked up at Joe.

“Merry Christmas, Future Mrs. Mazzello.” Joe said, cupping your cheek with his hand. You smiled and leaned into his touch.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Joe Mazzello.” You said.

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//I hope you like it. I have to fly on the plane tomorrow, so my nerves are keeping me awake. What better way to stay awake than answering requests?//

[live-laugh-lesbian80083]

Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction

Warnings: none

Word Count: 910

Relationship: Joe Mazzello x reader

Summary: after finding out you're pregnant, you plan on telling Joe on Christmas as a little extra surprise for him.

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Please do not copy, rewrite, or translate onto another site. Permission will not be given if asked for it.

“I don’t know, Mary. What if he doesn’t want it?” You ask Mary, running your hands through your newly curled hair.

“First, I doubt he wouldn’t want the baby. Second, stop messing with your hair! You’re going to ruin it!” Mary exclaims, holding your forearms. “Joe is going to be thrilled! He’s always been so good with kids and I’ve heard about all the times he’s talked to you about having kids.”

“That’s true.” You pause. “So should I do it?”

“Yes, (Y/N)! A million times yes!” Mary said, almost annoyed with your nerves. “Now, go out there and give him the test!” She says, pushing you out of the room you're in.

You step into the living room to be greeted by the brightly lit Christmas tree, surrounded by Joe’s brother, John and his wife, Emma and their kids, Joe’s parents Virginia and Joseph, and Joe. All of them held various beverages in their hands. Joe’s eyes met yours, his face brightening at the sight of you. You smile and make your way over to him while tucking the small box containing the positive pregnancy test into the back pocket of your pants.

“Hey love.” Joe smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss. “Want a drink?”

Your heart rate quickened “I’m good. Stomach isn’t up for that tonight.”

“If you insist.” Joe smiled, returning to his seat on the couch pulling you down with him.

For the past few years, you've spent Christmas with Joe’s family. They took you in as their own when you and Joe moved in together. John is like the older brother you never had, Mary the sister you always wanted, and Joseph and Virginia are like parents to you. Despite the amount of times you've told them they don’t need to spoil you, they still do.

Every year they welcome you on Christmas Day with a gift and you always feel somewhat guilty. you always give them this look. A look of joy, expressing how grateful you are for them. But also a look of annoyance, expressing how you don’t need the gift. They always insist you open it and of course you do. You would feel guilty if you didn’t accept it.

As the night continued, someone put on Polar Express and Virginia passed out mugs of hot cocoa with candy canes dangling off the side of the cups. You snuggled closer to Joe as he draped a fuzzy blanket over the two of you. All worries you had about telling him you were pregnant quickly faded. Everyone somehow grew inpatient of sitting around, so you opened your presents from each other. Your heart began racing once again as you got up from Joe’s grasp to grab the presents for his family. It’s time. Joe’s going to know about the pregnancy.

You passed around the presents to the kids, one to Mary, one to John, and one to Joe’s parents, hiding your fear behind a bright smile. Returning to your seat next to Joe, you watched the kids tear into their presents. Their screams of joy filled the room as they opened their new toys. When they finished and ran off to play with their toys, it was the adults' turn to open their presents. You and Joe got a box of new picture frames, a gift card for your favorite restaurant, and film for your Polaroid camera. Everyone else finished and thanked each other. Your heart is beating out of your chest. Mary gave you a knowing look. You have to do this. You let out a shaky sigh and turned to face Joe.

“Hey, Joe.” You said shakily.

“What’s up, sweets?” He asked.

“I know you said no gifts this year but, I found this last minute.” You explained, pulling the box from your pocket.

Everyone in the room was watching you two. You didn’t think you could get more nervous than before yet, here you are.

“Aw, what’s this?” Joe smiled, taking the box from you.

No turning back now. “You’re going to have to open it to find out.” You give him your best fake laugh.

He pulled back the shiny red paper and revealed a white box. He looked at you curiously as he opened the box. Everyone was quiet. Only the crackling fire and the kids' sounds of joy could be heard. You watched him nervously as he looked inside the box. His eyes widened, his gaze snapping to meet yours.

“Are you serious?” He asked quietly, a smile spreading on his face.

“You haven’t even looked at the whole thing yet.” You laughed.

“I know but-” Joe started.

“Just open it, Joe.” You cut him off.

“Okay, fine.” He said, returning his attention back to the box.

Joe reached two of his fingers into the box. He pulled out the pregnancy test and saw the words ‘positive’ on the small screen.

“No.” He said with a straight face, slipping the test back into the box.

Oh no.

“You’re kidding me.” He said. “We’re having a baby.”

His family gasped. A relieved smile appeared on your face.

“We’re having a baby!” Joe exclaimed, taking your hands and pulling you up onto your feet and into a passionate kiss.

You both smiled into the kiss. His family cheered around you two. When you eventually broke for air, you rested your foreheads together and smiled brightly. You're having a baby.

[ellus986]

I would like to request a Joe Mazzello x reader one shot where reader and their daughter surprise visit Joe on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. ❤️

This is a real shortie, but had lot with my toddler so here it is, I think it is still sweet.

“Mommy, mommy!” Your daughter runs up to you. “When does daddy come home?” She asks as everyday.

“Ooh sweet heart, he is working for atleast a month or so before he could come home!” You slick her face, knowing how much she is aching for him, as do you. You haven’t seen him for three months already, and he only could call on face time 2 or maybe 3 times a week. It wasn’t fun, but you knew when you married him that this is his life. The thing with being a talented actor he is, is that there are jobs that are far away from his family, his home, his life.

Even she goes back to playing you know there will be more of the asking, begging, and you wanted exactly what her wishes were, so it was even harder to say anything.

At nap time you get what you expected. “No mommy! I want daddy!” Samantha yells.

“Honey, I want daddy to put you down for nap, but he is not here!” You get on your knees and let her get out of her bed, hugging you. “I promise you will see him soon!” You get your two and a half years old daugther on your hip face on your chest rocking her, while humming love of my life, as Joe did every afternoon when he was home. Oh God him being the best dad you could imagine made this situation even harder. 10 more minutes of sobbing and Sam was in her bed asleep, so you sit down at your computer and check the plans that are flying to England.

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“Uncle Ben!” Your daugther runs to him at the airport.

“You only saw him on FaceTime, and you already recognise him?” You chuckle as you jumps into his arms.

“My charm is always recogniseable!” He chuckles. “It is so nice to finally meet you in person!” He hugs you with Sam on his hip kissing your cheek.

“It is, but you could just send a taxi or something!” You giggle as you walk next to the man holding your daugther so lovingly even it is they first time meeting.

“No way, I wanted to deliver the biggest present he could ever get!” He smiles at you, and you know why your husband became bestfriend with him.

“Why I feel deep down my husband is in love with that smile blondie?”

“Okay, first of all you are defenetly a Mazzello not just by name… second of all not just deep down!” He winks at you.

“Only can have the third place, sorry!” You pull your shoulder.

“What is like to be pushed down from the 1st place by the fruit of your womb?”

“Ouch!” You chuckle. Defenetly will get along.

__________________

“Hey Buddy, I got you something!” Ben opens the door with his own key to Joe’s place, you lift your brows and he almost laughs out loud on your face. “I told you!” He wishpers.

“Thank you, but nothing can help with this homesickness…” he lets out a havy gasp.

“I think this can help…”

“Daddy!” Sam runs into the room she hears her dad’s voice from.

“Sammy baby!” He gets on his knees to her just when you step in too. He looks up with an unfallen tear in his eye. “How did you get here little dino?” He asks her, but looks at you with a big smile on his face.

“I missed you!” She hugs him so hard.

“We missed you so much, we jumped on the first plane we could, and your work wife helped us getting here!” You giggle as you get down on your knees next to him.

“I love you!” He kisses you.

“I love you too!” You kiss him back.

You are in a big hug with your daugther and you husband, and it feels so right.

“I lav you all!” Chuckles Samantha with the sweetest laugh you ever heard, what followed up with the second sweetest laughter, Joe’s.

You watch him running after her, and it warms your heart as you are drinking a coffee next to Ben. “Such a big child…” you mumble under your nose.

“You tell me?” Comes from Ben.

My sweet perm: @simply-sams-things

[jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels]

Merry Little Christmas

Christmas in....June? Thanks to a tiktok, I had to write this short one shot. Enjoy. Pure fluff.

I pulled the door to my eight year olds bedroom shut as quietly as I could. I sighed at the soft click of latch bolt falling into place. I stood still for a moment, listening carefully for any movement behind the door.

Nothing. Thank goodness.

He’d been so excited, but what kid isn’t on Christmas Eve? I’d read him extra stories, all Christmas themed, after we’d set out cookies and milk for Santa of course. And carrots for the reindeer, we couldn’t forget about them. They were doing all the flying after all.

I tip toed from the door, down the hall, down the stairs and into the living room where my husband was just picking up a cookie to take a bite.

“Is he out finally?” He asked softly, as I stepped into the dimly lit living room.

“Finally” I sighed before stepping closer to Joe.

“I love Christmas. It’s always so beautiful” I said admiring the tree, all lit in warm white lights, glittery ornaments, some new and others passed down from our families. Gifts spilling out below, under the tree and across the floor. Family and friends from around the country and even further had sent colorfully wrapped presents. It looked as if Santa had been here days ago. Garland hugged the mantle of the fireplace, where a warm fire was crackling below. Three stocking hung side by side, Dad, Mom and Joey, stitched on their downy white tops. The snow slowly drifting around outside the window. Kinkade couldn’t have painted a more Christmasy scene if he tried.

“I better grab the Santa gifts” I told Joe. Before I could take a step towards the garage, his hand caught mine. I looked up at his handsome, smiling face.

“One thing first” he replied, pulling his phone from his pocket with his free hand.

Softly over the surround sound, violins began as Frank Sinatra came in, crooning, wishing us a Merry Little Christmas. Joe pulled me to him before whispering in my ear.

“Dance with me first.”

My stomach fluttered, I loved dancing with him. He was so smooth on his feet, swaying us back and forth. One arm around my waist, the other holding my hand to his chest, his cheek pressed to mine as he sang softly in my ear. My eyes closed as I let him move me across the floor. Trusting his lead completely.

He was much more romantic, but he knew how to bring it out of me.

“You’re right, Christmas is beautiful. But you make this magic” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked softly.

“You bring the magic to life. You decorate, do so much of the shopping, plan our yearly snow photos, Santa visits, cookie baking. The memories, the laughter, the magic...you bring them all. You make them all happen” he replied, still slowly moving us around the living room.

Tears filled my eyes as I sniffled a little.

Joe peeked down at my face, before he stopped dancing and gently moved my face closer to his.

“Why are you crying, baby?” He asked, concern crossing his face.

“Because, that was probably the best Christmas gift you’ve ever given me. I do it because I love you both, and I love Christmas, I’m glad I can make you both feel the magic. I just never felt I brought it, that’s all. Thank you, Joey.” I said through happy tears.

Joe kissed me gently, his thumbs swiping away the tears that had spilt over.

“Thank you, baby. For the magic and all the joy bring to my life. Not just now, but always. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Joe” I replied before kissing him again.

Slowly we began to sway again, The Christmas Song, sung by Ol Blue Eyes, began to play softly.

The Santa gifts could wait, just one more dance.

@brinteylovesaliens @hellysthings @amethyst-serenade @beingbreannaleigh @importantpersonllama @stewielover95 @thosequeenboys @universallytragicpeach @joemazzhello @mazzell-ro @deakys-chesthair @johndeaconstoothgap @johndeaconshands

[bohemiansweede]

Birthday Message

Fanfic

Pairing Joe Mazzello Reader

Warnings 🔞 unprotected sex

A/N i had issues with the uploading of tis story

So therefore it's a few days later please like and reblog or leave a comment thank you ❤️

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[deanscroissant]

has this fandom died out?? i miss writing about joe and pat murray and gardner like-

[likesomekindofcheese]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s Christmas and Joe and reader are still asleep in their bed and their toddler daughter comes in their room and jumps on the bed to wake them up to tell them Santa has brought her presents and when their daughter comes over to Joe, he’s pretending he’s still asleep and when she gets close enough to him, he jumps up and starts tickling her and reader just gushes over how adorable he is with their daughter and they go to the living room and enjoy their Christmas as a family? Also, their daughter looks just like Joe?

I don't accept requests for long shots, but I can write a blurb!

You weren't dreaming of sugarplums dancing in your head. No, you were dreaming about flying to Austria and landing on one of the snowy mountains there when you felt a little tug.

You blinked awake, still processing you were on the ground in your house and you saw the little face of your daughter looking up at you.

"Mommy, mommy!" she whispered excitedly.

You leaned over and saw that it was 7 in the morning.

"Wha...what is it?" you asked groggily.

"It's Christmas! It's Christmas! And there's presents! Santa came! Santa came here!" she cheered.

"Oh...yes...he did!" you agree with a sleepy smile.

She went over to the other side to Joe. He was laying on his stomach, his red hair a mess on top of the pillow.

"Daddy...Daddy wake up! It's Christmas! Santa got me presents!" she cheered.

There was a cartoonishly loud snore. You knew Joe did not snore like that when genuinely asleep but your daughter didn't. She giggled in response.

Looking closer, you realized how much she did look like Joe. She had his face shape, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth. Though her skin and hair looked like yours, her father's influence was just as present if you looked very carefully.

"Daddyyyyyyyyyyy, wake up! Wake up!" she said.

She leaned closer, took one grubby finger, and began to poke him.

In a second, Joe turned over with an "HRUAGGH!"

He grabbed the little girl who let out a delighted squeal and began to tickle her profusely in his embrace. She began laughing and laughing so hard, that even Joe was laughing. Even you.

"Dad-dyyyy, stop!" she asked, taking in exhales between laughing.

"What's that? Spot?! Like tickle spot?! I'll get it!" he cried, tickling her more.

She was kicking her legs in delight. Then finally, he stopped and all of you finished laughing, catching your breaths. She was so cute- so spunky in spite of her smallness. Her face is alight with the joy of both Christmas morning and her family. You never saw a child cuter than her and it made your heart melt.

"C'mon, nugget," you say to your girl, leaning her in for a hug and a kiss on her head.

"Can we open the presents?!?" she asked.

"Of course! Let's see what Santa got you!" Joe said.

With a cheer, she ran into the living room. As you both got out of bed and put robes over your pajamas from the chill, you kissed his cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Joe."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

You walked over there and made coffee, taking sips as the sun was rising. There were presents under the tree with still that fresh, papery scent of wrapping paper on them and the stockings were so full, they had to be taken off the mantle. Joe's, as a tribute, a little dinosaur on it. The tree was alight and the fireplace was started with a crackling fire. Your daughter was wiggling with excitement, ready to open gifts and see the things she wanted so much.

Everything could not be more perfect.

Taglist: @borhapgirlforlife19 @queenlover05

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where reader and Joe are spending Christmas with Joe’s family and reader watches Joe being adorable with his nieces and nephews and admires how good he is with them and is so excited for Joe to open her big surprise she has for him later tonight. Later that night, Joe, reader, and Joe’s family are all in the living room taking turns opening presents and when it’s Joe’s turn, reader requests that he open his present from her last, and when he opens her present, inside is a Yankees onesie that says Mazzello on the back and a sonagram photo and everybody is so excited that reader and Joe are going to have a baby?

yep!

you watched as Joe hugged his family, saying hello and merry Christmas to them all. after hugging Joe they greeted you with a warm welcome.

you heard a little scream from two young children from the living room and Joe's laugh following after it.

you walked into the room, seeing your niece and nephew being tickled with the stuffed broccoli. they were giggling you screaming.

you smiled at the sight

"auntie Y/n! help us" your nephew yelled breathlessly

"what do you want me to do?!" you giggled

"get him away!"

"she can't help you" Joe laughed, continuing to tickle them

they both screamed, squirming in your spot, trying to get out of their grip.

your mother in law called you all for dinner, making the kids laugh in Joes face as he stopped.

"would you like some wine, dear?" your mother in law asked, gowing around the table filling the adults glasses

"oh no thank you, I don't drink on Christmas" you shook your head. turning the drink down

she smiled at you before filling Joe's glass with wine.

"help yourself to any drink in the fridge"

---

"presents!" your nephy yelled out, running to the tree and kneeling down in front of it with a big smile on his face

you all sat down in the living room and watched as the kids ripped open their presents

"hey, you two have to open mine!" Joe smile at the kids, looking over at the two wrapped presents you two bought for them.

your nephew picked up his present, gasping as he saw a lego star wars set

"woah, thank you!" he said, getting up at hugging you and Joe.

your niece opened the box, seeing a little pearl bracelet and a teddy bear

she tanked you both and smiled widely.

"ok, you open mine" Joe said, passing you a box

you opened the box, seeing a candle, perfume and a necklace with chocolates scattered around the area.

you leaned over and kissed him "thank you" you muttered to him

"eww!" the kids pretended to throw up as you kissed him. Joe laughed at them and pulled out the broccoli from behind him.

their eyes widened and they had scared looks on their faces, quickly apologising

"ok now mine" you said, passing Joe a thin box. he gently pulled the ribbon, lifting the lid and looking down at the little white onesie with blue striped and sleeves that said Yankees

"I think you got the wrong size" your brother in law commented

Joe pulled out the onesie and saw how small it was, he looked down at the box again. seeing a sonogram photo of a little growing baby. Joe looked up at you with watery eyes

"seriously?" he laughed breathlessly

"yeah" you nodded, starting to cry

"this isn't a joke?" a tear fell from his eyes

you shook your head and smiled

you put the box next to him and pulled you into a hug, crying.

"I don't get it. is he crying that it doesn't fit him?" your nephew said

"you're going t have a cousin, Honey" you sister in law said happily.

everyone congratulated you both and hugged you tightly.

[borhap-au]

Joe Mazzello - the fluffy chronicles.

Only an assistant. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always.”

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader long fic where reader is Joe's girlfriend and surprise visits him while he's staying at his mom's house and reader greets his mom at the door and Joe’s mom invites her in and they chat for a little bit and she tells reader where Joe is and when reader finds him, she finds him in his room sitting at his desk doing a live on his phone?

Good Interruptions

Fandom: RPF, American Actor,

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Virginia Mazzello, Reader

Word Count: 1201 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Joe's viewers get more than they bargain for.

Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, Christmas, New Year, Long Distance Relationship, Kissing, Established Relationship, Parents, Imagining Joe lives in queens no idea if thats right but we move, Live Videos, Vlogger, Requested Fic, Requests,

Notes: here you go @borhapgirlforlife19. 2nd one might take me a minute because I'm back to work tomorrow x

‘Just here is fine,’ I said as my uber driver pulled up to the kerb. I grabbed my bag and climbed out onto the sidewalk, watching as he drove off. I turned to look at the house. It was a midsize building, in a jam-packed neighbourhood, with houses close by on either side. Though the New Year had rolled in there were still Christmas lights hanging and a wreath on the door providing a bit of cheer to the otherwise drab January backdrop. I climbed the small steps to the front door and knocked awaiting a response. I could hear movement inside and I waited, trying not to shiver as the bitter cold started getting to my exposed hands and face. 

Suddenly the door yanked open to reveal a slim woman. Her ashy blonde hair was hanging around her face, pushed back on top by a set of glasses that seemed to be out of use. Her face broke into a smile as she saw me. 

‘Y/N! Hi!’ she said with a smile.

‘Hey,’ I said awkwardly as she leaned in to give me a hug. As she pulled back she shivered and gestured for me to follow her inside. 

‘Come on let's get off the doorstep,’ she said as she led me into the house. The living room was conjoined with the kitchen which she walked to motioning for me to take a seat on the recliner. I dropped down into it as she pottered around the kitchen.

‘Do you want a drink? Coffee? Water? Soda?’ she said. 

‘Waters fine,’ I said. She nodded and went to the fridge to grab me a bottle. As she did I took the chance to look around the room. It was very cosy. Books made up most of one wall but the others were all cluttered with pictures, mostly of her kids. Joe and his sibling's school photos made up a good chunk of another wall. I smiled at his young, cheeky face grinning back at me. I was pulled back to reality as she handed me a bottle of water and sat down on the couch opposite me. 

‘You found the house okay then?’ she said. I nodded, ‘yeah, I just told the uber where to go. It was fine.’

‘Oh I hate that you had to even use an uber,’ she said, ‘getting here from the airport can be a nightmare, I wish you’d let Joe collect you.’

‘I don’t mind,’ I shrugged, ‘I wanted it to be a surprise so it’s not a big deal.’

‘He’s going to be so excited,’ she said with a smile, ‘he’s been such a grump with you apart for the holidays.’

‘Me too,’ I said glumly. 

My holiday hadn’t been the best. We had planned to come to Joe’s mom's for Christmas and the New Year. Our tickets had been booked and everything. And then my boss threw a spanner in the works and wrecked our plans. I was stuck working for most of the holiday and even some of the new year. Joe had been heartbroken and offered to cancel his plans to go home. Knowing how much he loved Christmas and how tough his mother found the holidays I told him not to. After all, we’d barely see each other anyway it didn’t make sense for him to stay. That didn’t mean I hadn’t missed him though. So, as the new year rolled in I booked a spate of holidays and then a flight to New York with only his mother in the know.

‘Did you have a nice Christmas?’ she said. I nodded not wanting to let onto how it had been a quiet and if not boring day without her son. 

‘We did too though Joey hasn’t stopped talking about you,’ she said with a fond smile.

‘I missed him too,’ I said. 

‘I bet,’ she said before she looked at me with surprise and said, ‘gosh, listen to me rabbiting on when you probably just wanna see Joe.’

‘I don’t mind,’ I lied. 

‘Oh sweetie don’t be silly!’ she said, ‘he’s in his room. Upstairs, last door on the left.’ 

I smiled and nodded climbing out of my chair. I didn’t want to appear rude but I also sort of wanted to run full pelt down that hallway and into Joe’s arms. I walked upstairs to the dimly lit hallway, to the door I was destined for. I smiled as I looked at the stickers on it that spelt out ‘Joe’s Room’ though they were somewhat faded, evidently having been there for some time. I didn’t knock. Instead, I unlatched the door and pushed it open. 

Joe was sitting in his room, at a desk, his laptop and phone in front of him. His phone was on a stand and he was recording something. He seemed lost in whatever it was for a moment before his mind seemed to catch up and he noticed me standing in the corner of the room. He turned, forgetting the camera altogether as he leapt up and headed towards me pulling me into his so he could kiss me. 

It was sweet and tender but I could feel the longing in it, the same longing I had been feeling. As I pulled back he was beaming at me.

‘What are you doing here?!’ he asked. 

‘Surprise,’ I giggled, still in his arms. 

‘When? How? I thought-’

‘I got some time off. And I realised I missed you so much and I didn't want to wait another few days before you come home so I messaged your mom and we arranged this,’ I said. He nodded and smiled though his face fell a little as he seemed to remember the camera rolling in the corner of the room. 

‘Uh,’ he said turning back to the camera, ‘sorry about that.’

‘Why don’t you just pause it?’ I giggled.

‘Babe we’re live right now,’ he said laughing as my face went red. 

‘So all of that?’

‘Yep,’ he said with a smug smile which he turned to the camera. He picked it up and threw his arm around my shoulders pulling me into him, ‘and all of my followers just heard you say how much you miss me.’

‘I didn’t say that,’ I cringed and buried my head in his chest trying to ignore the fact however many of his followers were watching. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and laughed.

‘No I believe your words were ‘I realised I missed you so much’,’ he said.

‘Okay okay,’ I said leaning up, ‘maybe I did.’

‘Good,’ he said, ‘cos I missed you too.’

We smiled at each other for a moment before I said, ‘now we’ve recapped that can we please turn the live off.’

‘I guess so,’ he said looking at the camera, ‘bye guys. I’ll be back again tomorrow.‘

‘With no interruptions this time!’ I said. Joe smiled and waved before he clicked the phone off and ended the video. Then he threw it on the bed and pulled me into him, looking at me with a smile. As he leaned for a kiss he whispered, ‘I’d say this is a pretty good one though.’