#dad!JoeMazzello

[writeyourownlifestory]

Can I throw an idea out there? Having young kids in the house (whichever ones you want to include!), there’s rarely any peace and quiet. It’s been a particularly tiring day for the pair so with the guards down, they realize a moment too late, that it’s a little /too/ quiet. Joe and Ben race around in search of their kids only to find the mess they’ve made while unsupervised. Possible mess ideas: older sibs give younger sibs haircuts? Coloring on the wall? Baby powder/products EVERYWHERE?

“It’s quiet,” Joe muttered from where he sat. He and Ben were being lazy -- a first for the two in what seemed like forever He couldn’t remember a time when they could just sit back and relax. Not when you had four kids all under the age of seven.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Ben mentioned, nuzzling closer to Joe. 

They weren’t fooling around or trying to be frisky. Honest to God, the two grown men just wanted a nap. They both had terribly busy schedules and deserved a bit of a break every now and then. They never got one, because thats life and they’re adults, but in a rare moment, they’d be able to find peace. 

Joe pondered on this for a moment, though the nagging voice inside his head said something just wasn’t right. 

“Ben.” He spoke louder. “It’s quiet.”

“And?” The Brit mumbled from beside him.

“Our house is never quiet.” 

“They’re probably playing on their iPads or napping. Stop overthinking.”

Joe thought about it for a moment, about closing his eyes and embracing the silence but that voice just continued to poke and fester inside his head. With a groan, he pushed off the bed and away from his husband. 

“Where are you going?” Ben demanded. 

“I just need to check it out, all right? Gimme five minutes.” Joe told him, though Ben was already wrapping himself up in their blanket. 

Going from their room, Joe went up and down the hall, checking all the bedrooms. The twin's room was empty, as was JJ’s. Joe was curious, wondering if they had snuck downstairs to the sitting room to watch a movie, but decided to check Clara’s room first.

The little girl was singing softly as she went around her room, speaking softly to her siblings as they were all lined up. “Hey. You kids having fun?” Joe asked, walking deeper into the room. “Oh my god!”

Gone were the adorably clean faces of his children and in replace were the horrific creations that came to life from his daughter’s hand. “Clara! What are you doing?” 

“We’re playing makeup,” Clara told him innocently. 

In the middle of the room sat a pile of used and abused makeup compacts. Powder. Lipstick. Foundation. All high-end products like Estée Lauder, Chanel, and Fenty. 

“Where the hell did you get all this?” 

“Aunt Lucy,” Clara answered softly. 

Joe knew his best friend made a few trips a month to Sephora but there was no way the woman would have given all of this to his daughter, even if they did play with the makeup every now and then. 

“Clara said we’re pretty!” JJ told him, his face as colorful as a clown. 

“You’re beautiful bud. Oh my god!” Joe yelped at Taylor pulled at his pants, his own face sparkling in the light. “BEN!” 

“Am I in trouble?” Clara asked quietly. “We were just playing. They were having fun!” 

“What?” Ben asked, appearing in the doorway. “Oooh lord. This . . . practicing your skills, Clar-Bear?” 

“Oh my god, don’t joke.” Joe hissed. “We don’t have makeup remover.” 

“We don’t even have makeup. Where did all this come from?” 

“I think she took it from Rami’s house. Oh my god, Daisy.” Joe picked up the small girl, whose cheeks were bright red. “I think it’s bath time. Oh, come on!” Joe groaned as the baby nuzzled his cheek, staining him as well. 

[moonstarrr]

Tag along,little one (Joe Mazzello x reader)

(Fluff)

Summary: Joe takes your daughter out grocery shopping when she doesn’t want him to leave without her

(I hope you enjoy:))

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•It was around 2:30 in the afternoon and you had a list of things you had to get for the house because you ran out of them. You were already exhausted, you have a 4 year old daughter who is always full with energy, your husband Joe was busy , so you were kind of left to do most stuff by yourself but Joe tried his best to help you in anyway possible and you were always thankful for that . You were grabbing your bag and put on your shoes going upstairs to tell Joe that you were about to head out to go get some stuff from the grocery store. He was on his laptop probably responding too some emails he got but you weren’t too sure. You walked her and sat next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I'm going to the store ill be back and Lilly is in her room playing”you said while sounding exhausted 

Joe looked at you and he felt bad about you still going to do things, he knew you were stubborn so it would be hard for him to convince you to stay home but his being the husband that he is, he was going to do it for you. Wether you liked it or not he wasn't changing his mind. 

‘how about I do it for’ he said with a smile on his face, he took his hand in yours and kissed you. Part of you wanted to tell him that it was alright and that you would do It but then again you needed the rest .

‘you would really do that, I mean if your busy I don't wanna be a bother too you’ you looked at him with a small tired smile.

“you have done enough love don't worry about it, and I already know where you put the list so you have nothing else to worry about other than too go rest “

He got up and went to go get his sweater since it was fall and it tends to get really chilly . You went to you and Joe’s shared bedroom and changed into9 some more comfy clothes, sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. You then went to check on your daughter to make sure she was okay. When you got into her room you saw that she was playing with some dolls and stuff animals that were spreader out on the floor . You picked her up from behind and tickled her a little bit allowing small and happy giggles to come out of her mouth. When you sat her down on her bad she looked around the room.

‘Where's daddy mommy ‘? you couldn't help but smile at what she said because she looked super cute saying it

“Daddy's about to go to the store in a while, do you wanna go say bye” you said fixing her hair. Next thing you now your daughter is running downstairs to go find  her dad, you were right behind her mostly because you didn't want anything to happen to her while she was going down the stairs. She was saying “daddy” over and over again trying to look for him. When she found him he was about to head out the front door. He turned around and looked at her and she put her arms out running towards him and he picked her up. Joe looked at you and smiled causing you too smile back at him.

“Daddy I don't want you too leave” she said while pouting and putting her face in his neck. “I'm just going to the store love, I will come back im not leaving.” That’s not what she wanted to hear and she started crying. You were confused because she never acted like this went he went out.

“ How about you go with daddy will that be fun princess.” you said hoping that will make the poor girl feel better, Joe wiped away her tears and kissed her forehead. Her mood instantly changed and she was eager to get dressed. 

“ I get to go the store with daddy” 

she went upstairs to go get dressed and choose what she wanted to wear.

Joe came over too you and stood next too you while putting an arm around your waist “She’s too cute y/n”

“Well who is her father” you said sarcastically while laughing”

[heybenhardy]

Joe / Gwilym / Ben - Annoucing the birth of their babies on Instagram

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[winterscaptain]

rings.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

a/n: remember how i said aaron gives the girls haley’s rings? yep. here it is. it’s AU!2042 and i’ve included the kids’ ages and what they’ve been up to (which you may have seen earlier this week!) this is quite short, but i am hoping to tide y’all over until the weekend. love u

words: 1.5k warnings: none

summary: two rings, two daughters. 

masterlist | a joyful future masterlist | requests closed!

Jonathan “Jack” Brooks Hotchner, 37, Department of Defense Civilian Contractor, holds a BS in Civil Engineering and an MS in Systems Engineering from George Washington University. Married, and has a son, aged 4. 

Isaac Spencer Hotchner, 26, PhD (3rd year) in Applied Behavioral Psychology at The Chicago School of Professional Psychology, holds a BA in Cognitive Science and an MS in Psychology from the University of California, Los Angeles. 

Caroline Emily Hotchner, 24, DPhil in Law (2nd year) at Trinity College Oxford, holds a BA in English from Brown University and an MSc in Conflict Studies at the London School of Economics

Sophia Haley Hotchner, 24, MS in Sports Management (1st year) at the University of Massachusetts Amherst, holds a BS in Kinesiology from the University of Southern California

Elliot David Hotchner, 20, BA in Linguistics (Junior/3rd Year) and D1 Pitcher for the University of California, Los Angeles

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“I think it’s time.” 

You reach out for Aaron’s forearm and squeeze once. “I think so, too.” He stands with a sigh and your hand trails down his arm to his hand. “Hey.” He looks down at you. “I love you.” You offer him the smallest of smiles and he returns it.

“I love you.” 

Aaron crosses the house, climbs the stairs, and pops his head into the girls’ room with a little smile. “Girls, when you have a minute, can you come see me in my office?”

Caro, reading through a few affidavits against her headboard with her ankles crossed, nods without looking up. Soph shoots him a thumbs-up from her place on the floor, crouched like a gargoyle over her laptop, working on a project for her Master’s. 

The not-so-little ones are home for the winter holiday, and the house feels just a touch more alive with four-fifths of his children back in it. Elliot’s out back working on his curveball with Isaac, and Aaron can hear their crows of triumph every time the ball gives a satisfying thwack into Isaac’s mitt at about seventy miles per hour. There are mutterings about Minor League drafts, about grad school, etc. 

Aaron can’t help but be proud of his kids - they’ve never given him any reason not to be so. 

Jack and his family will join them next week, and the house will become that much fuller and louder. The addition of a toddler is always a welcome one, and Caroline is especially excited to see her nephew - this is the first winter she’s been home from Oxford since she started her doctorate. 

Aaron returns to his office and settles in, working out some lesson plans for the younger instructors at the academy. A few minutes later, two pairs of light footsteps track across the foyer (one pair even and the other pair just a bit favoring the left), and he moves to his chair, across from a little couch he put there just for the girls. His hands hide their gifts - closed into fists in his lap as they sit down. 

“I have something for each one of you. They are yours to keep from now on.” 

He addresses Caroline first. 

“Caroline Emily Hotchner, most days I feel like you were built special to be my daughter. Other days, I’m sure of it.” 

“Dad -”

He taps her knee with his knuckle, and she falls silent with a little smile. “I cannot tell you how proud I am of you and all you have accomplished. You, much like this,” he rolls his hand, and Haley’s engagement ring rests between his thumb and forefinger, “were custom-made for this family. You are one of a kind, very expensive, and cherished.” The adoration in his gaze undercuts his jab. 

She is, in fact, very expensive. 

But so worth it. 

Caroline is in tears, her face crumpled and breath shaky. The massive diamond casts rainbows on the wall, hit by the setting sun through the huge window behind Aaron’s desk. 

“This is the ring I gave to Haley when I asked her to marry me.  It’s yours. I had it re-sized, and if I’m right,” he takes her hand and slips the ring onto the middle finger of her left hand, “it should fit just perfectly.” 

It does. 

“Dad, I…” She’s overcome, and throws herself into Aaron’s arms. Sophia, leaning against the arm of the sofa, looks on with quiet, fond eyes. Caroline tucks her head into her father’s shoulder and he holds her close. “Thank you.” 

“I know you will appreciate its obvious beauty. Much like you, it’s eye catching.” He leans back, and bops the tip of her nose with his finger. 

He focuses on Sophia, who leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees and her hands laced together. She always sits that way when she’s really listening - confident and sturdy. 

“Sophia Haley Hotchner, I see so much of your namesake in you.” She smiles, wide and bright, making his point for him. “Your mother always says that if you didn’t come out of her body with your sister, looking exactly the same, she would be concerned.” 

Soph giggles, and her eyes get a little misty. 

“Haley’s heart was so big. She was tenacious, powerful, surprising. I see her in the love you have for Jack - the special bond you two share.” His brown eyes bore into hers, and she meets his gaze with her signature steadfastness. “I am so proud to be your father. You blow me away.” He flips his left hand, and Haley’s wedding band shines in the low light. It’s simple, a thin band with a tiny channel of diamonds arcing over the top. “I made a commitment to Haley with this ring - one that she fought for, bravely and without reservation. Now, it is yours.” 

Sophia holds her hand out, and he slips the ring on her middle finger. Another perfect fit.

“I know you will appreciate its simplicity. Much like you, it is representative of a great many things, all of which are often difficult to explain.” 

Soph takes a shaky breath, and admires the ring in the light. “Thank you, Dad. I love it.” 

He opens his hands, and the girls place one of theirs in each of his palms. “I consider the end of my marriage to Haley and my role in her death my biggest failure.” He makes no attempt to stifle the tears that fall from his eyes as he speaks, taking the occasional deep breath in an effort to keep going. “Haley died wearing those rings. They were part of her.” He pauses for a moment, collecting himself. “I kept them. And for a long time, I wasn’t sure why. I could have given them to Jessica, to Haley’s mother, to any number of people who would have loved and cherished them as I do.” 

Caroline drops to the floor like she did when she was little, popping up on her heels. She releases Aaron’s hand and brings her hands to his face. She wipes at his tears with her thumbs, and he smiles into her touch. When she’s satisfied, she drops her arms to his knee and rests her chin on them, listening. 

“But I kept them. Two rings, two daughters. I knew the moment you were born that they belonged to you. For nearly thirty years, they only ever belonged to you.” Sophia squeezes his hand, and he squeezes back. “Without my greatest failure, I would not know you. I would not be your father. I would have missed my greatest triumph.” 

Sophia watches him, pensive and gentle. She wraps her other hand around his, holding him tight. Looking at him, she realizes how much older he looks - his once-dark hair is more silver than black, the lines between his eyebrows and around his eyes and mouth are nearly canyons - but his eyes are the same. 

They’re always the same. Brown, deep, and warm. She’s heard stories of when the brown turned flinty in anger or frustration, but she’d never seen it herself. To her, they’ve always been cozy. Safe. Familiar. 

Her father always seemed outside of time when she was little. Maybe he still is, but she’s not so sure anymore...

She swiftly pushes the thought away. The prospect of adulthood without him is far too much to bear. 

“My girls, I would miss you even if we’d never met.” 

Between her father’s words and her train of thought, Soph breaks. She drops to the ground like her sister, but wraps herself around Aaron’s torso, her hands clasped together behind his back. He brings one arm around her, while his other hand rests on Caro’s head. 

“I love you, Soph.” 

She burrows deeper into his shirt, surely staining it with her tears. “I love you, Dad.” 

He looks down at Caroline and offers her a small smile. The one she gives him in return is one he recognizes from his reflection in the mirror. 

They don’t have to say a word. 

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[incorrectqueenborhapquotes]

This is technically for the Royal au on my main (@anironsidh ) but it's also an incorrect quote slash tweet, so here

Transcription below the cut (for screen readers and such, or if the image isn’t working right)

the smarter prince (@/hrhgwilymlee): Ever since Dad (@/therealbrianmay) found out about Stan Twitter, he’s been going around the palace talking as if he’s on Twitter (thanks @/hrhbenhardy)

my kids are insane (@/therealbrianmay): Oof the call out. The tea is scorching

the smarter prince (@/hrhgwilymlee): (reply) Dad, I love you, but please stop

ben there done that (@/hrhbenhardy): I slightly regret this

best bodyguard (@/lucyboynton): I love this family

Prince’s boyfriend (@/joemazzello): same 😂

[ladyfogg]

Cold is the Night - 11/20

Cold is the Night - 11/20

Fic Summary: You and Pat have known each other for years but this summer, everything will change. As the two of you start to grow close, your matching tempers threaten the foundation of your rocky friendship and prevent both of you from realizing your true feelings. Cold is the Night Masterpost. 

Fic Song: Cold is the Night by The Oh Hellos. Fic playlist can be found here. 

Pairing: Pat Murray/Female Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Language, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Multiple Chapters

Gif by @ joemazzellos-blog 

You and Pat were at least texting again and it made him feel a thousand times better. 

While he had been able to get his feelings off his chest, he understood that it would take you a little longer. He was willing to wait while you worked through your stuff. 

Even though he missed you like crazy.

The guys tried to help make him feel better and while he appreciated the effort, there wasn’t much they could do. So when Vinnie invited him to a party, he refused. 

"I don't want to go." Pat took a long drink of water as the guys started to gather their things.

"Murray, you have to," Maz said, patting him on the shoulder. "It'll do you good to unwind."

"Going to a loud party with a bunch of people I don’t know just doesn't appeal to me," Pat said, shrugging his friend's hand off. After yet another abysmal practice, he just wanted to go home and be alone with his thoughts.

"Come on, Murray! It’s the first party me and Nellie are throwing as a couple," Vinnie said. "It’s going to be craaaay."

"I'll see you guys next week,” Pat said.

"No! You'll see us tonight!" Vinnie exclaimed, blocking his path. "We're all going to get our drink on and our dance on and forget all about our shit for a few hours." He began to dance, bumping against Pat in the process. Making as little contact as possible, he gyrated his hips, rolling his body around Pat like a crazed snake. 

“Vinnie, dude, please don’t,” Pat pleaded. 

“Pretty sure my sister will be theeeeere.” Vinnie continued to dance. 

That got Pat’s attention, as he was sure Vinnie knew it would. You still hadn’t seen each other since the fight and though you spoke regularly again, it wasn’t the same. He wanted to see you and if there was a chance you were ready to see him, he’d take it. 

"Alright fine, if I agree to go will you stop using me as a stripper pole?"

"No promises."

Pat smiled despite himself, shoving Vinnie out of the way. "I'll be there. But I'm going to complain the whole time."

"Wow, there's a shocker," Dells smirked. 

Pat flipped him and everyone else off as he walked away. 

“Party starts at eight!” Vinnie called, now dancing up on Garvey. “Don’t be late!”

Once Pat got home, he immediately headed for the shower. There were still several hours until the party but he felt gross. As he washed away the dirt and sweat from practice, he couldn’t stop hoping you would be there. He thought about texting you but didn’t want to seem overeager. He had been trying to play it cool ever since your talk.

Once he felt less gross, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went into his room. He had to figure out what to wear. Normally, he didn't give two shits about his clothes but he felt like he should at least make an effort.

He chose a pair of dark jeans and a button-up short-sleeved green shirt that complimented his hazel eyes. Or so he was told once. He was just flattening his hair in the mirror when his dad knocked on the door.

“Pat, I was gonna order a pizza…” Brian paused as he saw his son getting ready. “You going out?”

“Yeah, Vinnie and Nellie are having a party,” Pat said. “I thought I’d go for a little while.”

“That’s great! I’m glad you’re hanging out with the guys,” Brian said. “Is your lady friend going to be there?”

“Dad, no one says lady friend anymore.”

“Well, you won’t tell me who she is so until I have a name to go by, it’s ‘lady friend’.”

Pat sighed before he told his father it was you he was talking to.

“Oh, Vinnie’s younger sister, right?” Brian asked. When Pat nodded he smiled. “I know you two were having problems. Is it all worked out?”

“Well, no, but we’re getting there,” Pat said. He gave up trying to make his hair do anything other than what it wanted to do. “She needed time so I was giving her space. I honestly don’t know if she’s going to be there tonight but I hope she is.”

“Well, when you two work it all out, you should invite her over for dinner,” Brian suggested. “I’d like to get to know the girl who has my son actually fixing his hair.”

“Fuck off, Dad.”

Brian chuckled, taking that as his cue to leave. “Have a good time. Be careful. And not too late okay? We're helping your uncle move tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know."

It took all of Pat’s willpower not to go to the party early. It helped that he didn’t know how many people he would actually know there, and when he pulled up to Vinnie and Nellie’s place, the smattering of cars told him it was a lot more than he anticipated. 

He walked through the door and was met with a wave of sound. 

“MURRAY!” a few of the D-Backs exclaimed. Nearly everyone was there, even Fotch, who stood drinking a beer with his arm around a tiny brunette woman. 

Vinnie threw his arm around Pat's shoulders and steered him into the living room. "Murray actually made it! Someone get him a drink."

"I'm good." While he absolutely wanted alcohol, he was determined to remain sober until he knew for sure if you would be there or not. 

"You're such a poop!" Vinnie declared, clearly several drinks in.

"Oh leave him alone, Vinnie," Ty ordered. "Murray, you sure you don't want a beer?"

They were all being unusually attentive and it made him suspicious. "I'm fine," he said, knocking Vinnie's arm away 

Nellie entered the room carrying a large plate of snacks that she placed on the coffee table. That distracted the guys and gave Pat a chance to back away. 

Unfortunately, he didn't get far before Nellie took notice of him. She smiled and pulled him into a hug, which surprised him since that was the first time she had ever done so. 

“I’m so happy you could make it!” she declared.

“You are?” he asked with confusion. 

She smirked and glanced past his shoulder. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”

Heart hammering in his chest, Pat turned around and the breath was stolen from his lungs as he saw you standing in the doorway, two bottles of wine tucked under your arm. He said your name, but it was so soft he doubted you heard him. It didn’t matter. You were staring at him with equal intensity.

“Hi,” he said. 

“Hey.” You smiled. 

Nellie took the wine from you. “Now I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about so I’m just gonna go.”

“Hey, little sister!” Vinnie bounded up to you but Nellie shoved the wine into his hands before she pushed him away. 

“Nope, leave her alone. They need to talk!” she scolded. 

Pat was sure people were staring, but he didn’t care. He also had a feeling they knew you were coming and we just waiting to see the show.

“I didn’t know if you would be here," he said.

“I almost didn’t come.”

“Glad you did.”

“Ugh! Fucking kiss already!” Barone yelled. Gina sat on his lap and slapped her hand over his mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up, Barone!” you and Pat said at the same time. 

That broke the tension between you and you both laughed, along with the other guys. They finally turned their attention away.

“Come on, Murray.” You grabbed his arm and led him through the house and out onto the back porch. 

The air was still warm from earlier which was kind of gross. Pat didn’t mind. He was just happy to finally be in the same place as you again and not have a whole room-full of people watching his every move. 

“First, Pat, I want to say sorry.” You didn't waste time getting right to it, clearly knowing what you wanted to say.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Yeah, I do,” you said. “See, I’ve been with someone who was a jealous asshat. He would pick fights with anyone who he thought even looked at me. So when you started fighting that guy, my reaction was purely instinctual. I shouldn’t have taken my anger on him out on you.”

"You're not entirely to blame. I'm to blame just as much as you are," he said. "Maybe deep down it was jealousy."

"Murray, you have nothing to be jealous about."

The way you looked at him gave him butterflies in his stomach. There was a softness to your gaze he had never seen from anyone. At least not directed at him. Yet there you were, looking at him like he was your goddamn world.

"I know that now. I should have remembered it then. I'll try better next time."

"Me too. I'm sorry I walked away. I should have at least talked it out."

"Yeah, we're not exactly the type of people to talk our anger out right away."

You snorted in amusement. "We're a mess aren't we?" you asked as you leaned on the porch railing. 

Pat copied your stance. "Yup."

You fell into silence, listening to the sounds of the party inside. 

"My ex made my life hell," you explained. "It's why I haven't dated in awhile. Don't get me wrong, I'm completely over the fucking prick. It's just hard to let myself be open to something new."

Pat listened intently, understanding where you were coming from. He couldn't imagine what you had gone through or what you must be feeling.

"With you...I'm willing to try," you went on. "I can't promise I won't withdraw again. But, thank you for giving me space. And for the ridiculous amount of flowers."

Pat blushed. "You're welcome. I was worried it would be too much."

"My living room looks like a goddamn fairy garden. Next time, one bouquet is fine."

"Which one's your favorite?"

You told him which one you liked the best and he made a mental note. Once more you fell into silence, enjoying being in each other's company again.

Pat wanted to hold you, to assure you he'd do better next time. He never wanted to make you feel like you did with your ex. You must have felt him staring at you because you looked back at him with a smirk. 

"Murray, just fucking kiss me already."

He didn't need to be told twice. Quick as a flash, he cupped your face and kissed you with everything he had to offer. All the desire he had pent up over your separation flooded out of him into one hell of a kiss.

You molded against him, arms wrapped around his waist with a moan.

Pat's world exploded with color again. The gray cloud lifted slightly and he felt warm for the first time in two weeks. 

Breaking the kiss, he kept you close, afraid to let go. "Fuck it feels good kissing you."

"Fuck yeah it does. Do it again."

"So demanding."

"You love it."

He pushed you against the side of the house, kissing you deeper than before. Your leg wrapped around the back of his knees, pulling him flush against you. Pat could feel the outline of your body along his and before he could stop himself, he slid his hand under your shirt to feel your smooth skin.

Now that he could touch you again, he never wanted to let you go. 

You moaned into the kiss, nipping at his lips. "We should...probably...stop now."

"Probably." 

But you didn't. You kept kissing him, chasing his lips if he even attempted to pull away. Pat was no better. One hand slid down to grab your ass so he could grind his growing erection against your thigh.

You placed a hand on his chest and lightly pushed him back. 

With all the willpower he could muster, Pat broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. "The things you do to me."

"Haven't done anything...yet."

Pat took a deep breath and then took another step back, breaking contact with you. He had to try to will his obvious arousal away but that proved incredibly difficult, especially when your eyes strayed downward.

Your hands reached for his belt and that when he snapped back to reality. He gently stopped you. "Whatever we do next, I don't want it to be on your brother's porch." Saying the words out loud was an instant boner killer.

You seemed to remember where you were and pulled your hands away. "Ew, me neither." You also took a deep breath. "Fuck, how can kissing be that fucking intense?"

"I have no fucking clue."

"Come on, let's go get drunk."

"Yes please."

Hand-in-hand, you led Pat back into the house to rejoin the party.  

[gotboredwrotereadthis]

masterlist

credit goes to all the amazing, talented writers tagged below, ily and thank you for writing. all of you are inspirations for my writing, so i owe you a lot, and if you’ve read or ever eventually read any of my writing - thank you from the bottom of my heart. if something is a series, to save myself time, the first chapter will be the only thing linked - you can dig deeper from there.

@sohoneyspreadyourwings

Welcome Distraction (John Deacon)

Cookie For Your Thoughts? (Gardner Langway)

Masterlist (because everything on here is gold)

@brianprobablywill

Fluff #1 /John Deacon (John Deacon)

@blushmis

You’re My Best Friend [Series] (John Deacon, Roger Taylor) (18+)

@jdeacys

recluse (Tim Murphy)

lemons (Gardner Langway)

@bennyblueberry

Dancing Deaky (John Deacon)

@gardnerlangway

It’s Been Too Long, Love (John Deacon) (18+)

Love With Its Back Turned (Pat Murray) (18+)

@drtimmurphy

Masterlist (Tim Murphy) (because everything here is gold) (18+)

@brian-roger-deaky-and-fred

Oranges [Series] (John Deacon)

“Groupie” (Brian May) (18+)

@mazzellodotcom

Request: Post-Game Cuddle Sesh (Pat Murray)

Request: Gardner’s First Time (Gardner Langway) (18+)

Request: ‘The Pat Whisperer’ (Pat Murray)

@littlemissfiore

psychadelic [Series] (Queen)

@forever-rogue

Request: Dad!Joe is Loved More Than Y/N (Joe Mazzello)

@sugerhoneyjoe

WAR NIGHTMARES [Series] (Eugene Sledge)

@joemazzello-imagines

dreams vs reality (Joe Mazzello) (18+) (this fic is what made me start writing so please read this)

Masterlist (because everything here is gold) (18+)

@for-my-life-still-ahead-pity-me

A Bit of Sunshine (Gardner Langway)

@mazzellosjoe

Just A Bad Day (Joe Mazzello)

@rogersradio

stuck (Joe Mazzello)

@queenscoolcat

Lazy Morning (Joe Mazzello)

@kimmietea

A Right of Passage

@prxttyvixens

I Love You (Eugene Sledge) (”mature-ish” to use their words)

@bensrhapsody

Headlong [Series] (John Deacon)

Masterlist (because everything on here will eventually be gold)

@istheresomebodywhocanimagine

Starfish (Brian May)

@doubledeaky

Man in the Mirror (Joe Mazzello) (18+)

[lolconversegirl2015]

Daughter of Mercury: 2

A/N: Second Part to Daughter of Mercury (There might be a third part or I might make this into a series!) 

I arrived back to the set to see them setting up to film the scene of Love Of My Life in the studio when I see Rami walk in and smile at me. I have to admit the people in charge of making sure the cast are identical to the actual person needs an award because they’re doing one bloody hell good job of it. One thing I dislike about this scene is the fact that the guy who plays Paul has to do what the actual Paul might’ve done to my dad and it bloody pisses me off that it happened to my dad while he was with Mary.

As they continued filming the scene, I had to excuse myself because I couldn’t bare the thought of witnessing what happened to my dad in that situation. I tried to do it discreetly but Rami noticed so after finishing the scene, he walked outside to see me sitting on a bench and sat next to me.

“I’m guessing that was uncomfortable for you,” Rami said as I looked at him

“It bloody pisses me off because that man almost ruined my father’s career along with his friendship with my uncles,” I responded

“There’s this event happening to promote the movie if you’d like to come,” said Rami as I continue looking at him

“I don’t know, I kinda don’t do well with events,” I responded

“Oh come on darling, you have to go. Father wants you to see how they promoting me,” said Rami in his Freddie voice, making me laugh

“Okay, you’re spot on with that except I don’t call him that, I called him papa,” I responded

“What do you call your family because I’m curious,” said Rami looking curious

“I called my grandfather, Poppa, my grandmother, Grammy, and my aunt, Aunt Kash,” I responded 

“Why don’t you let people know that you’re his only daughter and child?” asked Rami

I sighed and responded “The possibility of people bombarding me with questions is high if they were to find out. I know if I do, they’re going to ask questions I won’t know or are bloody stupid.”

“I’ll go to the event just for you guys and my uncles,” I said as I see a smile appear on Rami’s face

~Before The Event~

I took one more look in the mirror to check my appearance and fixed whatever needs to be fixed. I decided to sport a floral dress along with a denim jacket and tan boots.

After I fixed whatever needs to be fixed, I headed out to my car and drove to the event. I arrived to see a bunch of paparazzi showed up and muttered “Of course they had to show up.” As I walked to enter, I could hear the questions they were asking but one made my ears perk up, “Is it true that Freddie had a bastard child?” I tried to tune them out until I heard someone ask the person “What did you just say?” It sounded like my uncle Roger

“I just asked if he had a bastard child,” the person responded as I looked to see Brian and Roger with an angry look on their faces

“Uh oh,” I thought to myself as I continued my way in

“Excuse me, if Freddie were to have a child, it wouldn’t be a bastard like you,” I hear Brian say before he and Roger walked away

~Inside The Event~

“Okay, I think you two are going to end up on lots of tabloids,” I said to them as they entered

“We’re sorry, but nobody calls you a bastard child in front of us, especially the one that is our niece and like a daughter to us,” responded Brian as the boys and Lucy walk over to where we were

“What happened?” asked Ben curious 

“Someone called Y/N Freddie’s bastard child,” responded Roger as everyone looked at him in shock

“Tell me he isn’t serious,” said Gwilym and Joe as I nodded my head 

“That’s why I’ve been a secret because stuff like this happens a lot,” I responded looking down

What I didn’t know is that Rami’s heart broke seeing my face and hearing how it affects my life.

As the night went on, I was watching the boys dance and talk when Lucy said “You know Rami likes you right?”

“What? No, he doesn’t,” I responded

“I’m serious. Every day you’re on set, his day is made,” said Lucy

“Lucy, he likes you, I see it in his eyes whenever you guys do scenes together. He could never like a girl like me,” I responded as I see Rami laugh and smile

“By the looks of it, I guess you’re falling in love with him too,” Lucy said as I look back at her

“Maybe,” I responded

“Y/N, trust me, he likes you too,” said Lucy

As I gave it more thought, I realized “Bloody hell, maybe Lucy’s right. I’m in love with Rami.”

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Tag List:

@glitterydeansoullover, @abaldboi, @jacqueline1916, @rami-marvel, @lonleyredballoon, @lexi-victoria, @prettylittlegoldfish, @blueandsunny-morn, @hollandroos, @justafxngirlx, @fvckyeahbenhardy, @bitchesiamback, @fannytjuh, @fuckinxqueenx, @dear-joemazzello, @serpentwithatardis, @coffeestdy, @fangirlbella707, @onceuponadetectivedemigod, @courage-grace-rose, @briannnnnnnnnnnnnnas-blog, @ephemeral-limerences, @dearevansamham, @infinite-bubbles, @disaster--bisexual, @cami162127, @xtrashmammalstefx, @undertaletrash098, @starkslovebot, @cookiemumster1, @torontomaplefucks, @amazinggalli, @eleasha-b, @banginashton, @okiegirl24 @skylovesmarvel

[presidenteyebrow-22]

I cried. I love this so much. Omg, this man, Queen, the cast and crew, AL wonderful and gorgeous people. I can't think of what the movie would have been like with different actors. Thank you for making my life better, and giving me the confidence to be who I am. Freddie and Jim are looking down on all of them, being the proudest pair of dads anyone could possibly ask for. #borhapmovie #RamiMalek #BrianMay #FreddieMercury #RogerTaylor #JohnDeacon #JoeMazzello #BenHardy #GwilymLee #TheOscars2019

[1917mcfly]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Okay so I was tagged by @pistonsapumpin (the deaky boy of our shitty queen tribute band w/ @malekdarling shdhdj) ♡ anyway

Are you named after anyone?

Yes, basically my parents were about to have a car accident (because of a shitty driver) but luckily they didn't crash with the other car. It was August 18th (Saint Elena) so yeah, they thought they got saved by her so they named me after this Saint. Yeah that's deep.

When was the last time you cried?

Well I think a week ago. I cry like everyday because of everything, from personal issues to like movies or my cat when we bring him to the vet.

Do you have/want kids?

I don't have kids lmao. Usually I always say I don't want kids in the future but if my future husband will be like "I really want a kid" and really cares about his whole existence, then yes. But only one or two.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Boi I am sarcasm. Seriously. Friends can confirm that.

What's the first thing you notice about others?

Okay this is weird. But the first thing I notice about others (especially men) is if they speak dialect or our mother tongue. Our dialect is HORRIBLE, I hate it.

What's your eye colour?

Light brown (to me looks like piss)

Scary movie or happy ending?

Well I can't decide because it depends on my mood. If I feel like sad or lonely, I'd say happy ending while if I'm okay or in a good mood, definitely scary movie.

Any special talents?

I AM PROUD OF THIS!! I can do the middle finger with my toe fingers.

Where were you born?

Not gonna say the city. Italy anyway.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, drawing, play with my cats or watching movies (I really really really really love movies). Also I'd love to play the guitar but every time I'm like "dad please I want to learn how to play an instrument" he's like "yes sure I'll buy you a guitar". This for 6 years. Actually, there's a funny story behind this.

Do you have any pets?

I have 4 cats (my babies I love them so much). I just leave it here: I used to have 20 cats. Much to my mum's dismay.

What sports do you play/have you played?

Well I kind of not play/played any sports. I can say I used to dance for my schools and played (well at home or at the beach) volleyball.

How tall are you?

1.56 cm (I don't know in feet sorry probably 5"1)

Favourite subject in school?

English and I think Chinese culture.

Dream job?

Working/Writing for actors on set or something like that. But my life sucks I know this is just a dream and it's not going to happen shsjdj frick my life

Tagging: @bburellina @malekdarling @boqueeniancracksody @woolyboys @deakyjoe @rogerinatrash @killerqueenlmj @paperellag4y @funky-deaky @softbenhardy @dancindeaky @dear-joemazzello @ohmymercury @myfreakydeaky  

But anyone can do that!!

[writeyourownlifestory]

Can I ask for an instance where Ben and Joe think they’re finally gonna get some alone time, only to be cockblocked by one of their kids either born, or yet to be born?

“All the babies put to bed?” Ben asked as he entered the bedroom. 

It had been an extra long day, with Clara having a softball match and JJ having to practice his recital. The twins were running at this point, which meant having to chase after them whenever they started off in a sprint. 

Both men were exhausted, ready to lay down for the night, though there was a familiar glimmer in Ben’s eyes. One that Joe had seen many times over the past few years.

“You randy git,” Joe commented, copying Ben’s accent almost to the T. 

“Mock me if you must, but you look extremely hot in that coaches uniform,” Ben mentioned, going to plop down onto the bed. 

“If you expect me to move, you’re insane,” Joe mentioned from where he was lying back on the bed, pressed into the pillows ever so comfortably. 

Ben smirked, moving to crawl the length of their king size bed and straddle his husband. 

“I’ll do all the moving, he whispered, kissing his husband slowly.”

They had been intimate since the twins were born. Many times in fact, though it was rare now to get a moment alone. Ben reached blindly, going to open the drawer to grab the condoms and bottle of lube he had hidden there, but instead, his fingers made content with something small, round, and soft.

He turned his head, swearing as he rolled off his husband in a jolt. “Jesus Christ!” 

“Daddy!” Taylor cheered, lifting his hands up. 

“How did he get out of his room?” 

“He’s shifty, I tell you!” Joe snapped. “The other day he was in my office. I swear, he just appeared there!” 

Taylor grunted as he tried to pull himself onto the bed with no avail. After a moment of struggling, Joe gave in and pulled him up, plopping the small boy onto his stomach.

“Daddy!” Taylor repeated, slapping at Joe’s chest. 

“Why aren’t you in bed?” Joe questioned the child, though all he got in response was an innocent hug from an adorable boy. 

“Any chance we can just . . . toss him back into the room and lock the door?” Ben suggested quietly. 

“Benjamin!” 

Ben let out a groan, rolling off the bed to go into the bathroom to take care of himself while their son accepted his father’s cuddles. 

[ask-andytaylor]

Are you scared of secondary location? - Joe 🦕🦖🦕🦖

Does this answer your question, Dad? - Andy

// @ask-joemazzello

[heybenhardy]

First Baby Headcannon

Dad!Joe Mazzello X Reader

Joe was there for you even before you could ask and even when he was away shooting during your pregnancy

At the birth he sobbed... he was so overjoyed with all the emotions

You gave birth to a tiny baby girl, Isla Virginia Mazzello. Weighing 6lbs 2oz, she was teeny

She had blonde hair with auburn tints, and you’d never seen such a strong look of adoration when the first time Joe held her and her tiny hand latched onto his long index finger

Joe was born to be a father and wanted to be as hands on as possible, always making sure you were comfy and getting on with anything to do with the baby

You laid in your hospital bed exhausted and needed to change her first diaper... “she needs changing” you said edging off the bed, before Joe ushered you back into bed... “do you know how to change a diaper Joe?” You asked, “nope” he replied.

Joe’s changed his first ever diaper. He was so delicate, he didn’t want to hurt her, and to stop her from crying he sang to her as he cleaned her and managed to do a good job

Gently putting her sleep suit back on he picked her up and rested her against his chest, “all done baby girl... you’re daddy’s girl” he would repeat as he rocked her back to sleep

Oh my god.. did he show her off when visitors came in the room. He was so proud or your creation and was so concerned whenever anybody who wasn’t him held her

His lock screen on his phone was already a photo of you, Isla and him on the hospital bed with the two of you looking at Isla

You gave birth in New York at 9pm, which meant it was 2am in England... Joe couldn’t wait for the Borhap guys to wake up, so he could tell them

You’d given birth 2 weeks early, so the guys didn’t have a clue why Joe was face timing them... Isla laid resting on his chest as he FaceTimed Ben and Gwil who were together

“Hey ma— NO WAY” shouted both Gwil and Ben

“Shhh... she’s sleeping” Joe said with a beemimg smile

“It’s a girl?!” Ben asked, both him and Gwil were choked up...

“Meet baby girl, Isla Virginia Mazzello, my beautiful daughter” Joe said focusing the camera into her face

Everyone was thrilled for you both

You were happy to be heading home and with one of Joes hands guiding the small of your back and rubbing you softly, in his other arm was the car seat as he carried your baby girl to the car

Pls message or comment down below any requests for imagines, fanfics, headcannons, etc. Soft/fluff/smut,etc. You may have and I’ll give it a go

[winterscaptain]

taliiiiiiiii why did the jack being a good big brother make me tear up???? why do i feel like his sisters get so sad when he leaves for school in the mornings 🥺

don’t go.

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

okay this is so damn cute. i’m putting this in au!2021 so they’re a little older and jack is a sophomore in high school (10th grade or 16 years old for those of us not in the states)

universe: a joyful future words: 526 no warnings apply! edited: january 22nd, 2021

masterlist | requests closed

“Jack! No! Don’t go!” Sophia runs up to him on her little toddler legs and grabs onto her brother’s jeans. 

“Can we go to school with you?” Caroline comes up behind her sister, wrapping herself like a koala around Jack’s other leg. 

This is an everyday occurrence, and Jack is well-versed in the routine by now. He has yet to put his backpack on - it’s currently next to Isaac’s. He drives his little brother to school before the start of his day. You always tell him he doesn’t have to, but he always insists he wants to, that it is nice to have the time, just the boys.

You and Aaron learned long ago to leave the kids to their devices in the morning, for the most part. The drawn-out goodbye ritual is almost necessary for both Jack and the girls. The day doesn’t feel complete without it. 

Jack lifts them both, letting them hang off his hips. They’re almost too big to be carried together, but Jack’s growth spurt hit hard and fast - he’s nearly as tall as Aaron, and works out with Derek on the weekends. He can handle a pair of rowdy four-year-olds. 

“Here’s the deal, gremlins...” Jack starts. 

You smile and look over the kitchen island at Aaron, who covers his amusement with a sip of coffee. 

“...You get to hang out here all day, because it’s Tuesday and you don’t have school on Tuesday. When I get home from school, you get to show me all the cool stuff you did hanging out here all day, alright?”

As usual, the girls aren’t entirely satisfied by this compromise, but it will have to do. 

“Fine. But you have to tell us something you did too,” says Sophia, very matter-of-fact. 

Jack kisses her head and puts her down. She slides down his leg with practiced ease, waiting for her sister. Jack looks at Caroline. “Don’t I always?”

Caroline grins at him and throws her arms around his neck. He kneels, making sure her feet are firmly planted on the ground before kissing her temple.

Appeased, both girls scamper back into the kitchen and, as usual, start climbing their dad like a jungle gym. Somehow, he manages to keep reading his emails and drinking his coffee with two unwieldy appendages. 

“Isaac! Bud, it’s time to go!” Jack calls down the hallway. 

“Coming!” Comes the reply from down the hall. 

Jack steps into the kitchen, and you are a little overcome. You stand, setting your coffee down and wrapping him in your arms as best you can. 

“I love you, Jack.”

He squeezes you once before stepping back, grabbing a muffin off of the counter. “Love you too, Mom.” He shoots a wide grin to his dad, who matches it. “Love you, Dad.”

“I love you, too. Have a good day today, alright?”

Jack and Isaac leave moments later, and you watch them pull out of the driveway with a smile. Aaron steps up behind you (the girls removed themselves from his person following the advent of a significant distraction) and puts his arm around your shoulder. 

“We’ve got great kids,” you say, simply. 

He huffs a laugh, one corner of his mouth upturned. “They’ve got a great mom.” 

You bump against him. “Don’t sell yourself short, Hotchner.” 

+++

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[iwishiwasbrianscloggs]

There are so many incredible love stories connected to queen that bravely broke barriers.

Our favorite dads, Fred and Jim

And now, the poignant love story of joe and cardboard Ben

Really gives me unrealistic expectations for dating

[dancingkillerqueen]

QUEEN GAME

i was tagged by @rxgerina and @freddies-yellow-jacket thanks 😘

1. How were you introduced to Queen?

probably through wayne’s world because my dad showed it to me when i was really young. i also grew up going to ice hockey games and they played a lot of queen during those games.

2. What was the first queen song you remember hearing?

it would have to be bohemian rhapsody, we will rock you or we are the champions.

3. What’s your favorite Queen story/anecdote (band or movie cast)?

roger locking himself in the cupboard is pretty iconic. also i love the cardboard ben thing but i wish people wouldn’t make it so weird.

4. Favorite BoRhap movie quote?

uhh maybe “not the coffee machine!!” but honestly there’s so many amazing quotes.

5. What’s your fave Queen song not featured (prominently or at all) in the film?

good old-fashioned lover boy, spread your wings and ‘39 (give us the deleted scene!!!!)

6. Describe Queen in one word

inspirational.

i’m tagging: @themazzello @dear-joemazzello @john-deaky @haendel-me-with-care @mehrcurry @roger-taylors-car sorry if you all did this already