#joe mazello fluff

[rosedaewaters]

I Get To Love You - Joe Mazzello x Reader

Synopsis: Wedding jitters suck.

Word Count: 1.7k - short one but fluffy one.

Warnings: none! just cutesy stuff I think - i hope AHAH

A/N: Hiya, it’s Cel, back with another one I guess. I hope you guys enjoy it, this has been in my head for a bit, but I haven’t been able to type it out. It’s kinda crappy but I think everything I write is crappy so oh well. Enjoy! :)

I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection, smoothing out my chiffon dress as others rushed around me. Some were yelling at others to grab a makeup brush from the table, or a comb or even some false eyelashes, some were drinking glasses of champagne and the others were fixing my dress along with me. My best friend fixed up a strand of my hair, her beautiful wine red dress flowing to the floor, the twists of the straps were gorgeous, the shade of the dress complimented her skin colour so well.

“So, you ready?”

I’d been asked that question a lot lately, and more times than I’d like to admit, I’ve said perfect, but I’m not. I thought I’d be ready, that’s what I’d been saying this whole time. Now that I come to think of it, I may not be ready. I might not be ready to give my life away to this man. My thoughts come into play, the anxiety creeping onto my face didn’t go unnoticed by her either. She looks at me with a frown.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

I began to tear up, what happens if he doesn’t love me anymore? What happens if our love dies out and we split? What happens if I get pregnant and he doesn’t want the kid? I began to breathe erratically, I fan my face with my hand as a means to try to stop the tears. I feel her leave my side for a few seconds, coming back with a paper fan, trying to blow air at my face to stop the tears. I close my eyes, trying to will away the fear, but it keeps crawling back into my head, my throat almost closes up.

“What if he doesn’t actually want to stay with me?” I breathe, grabbing the fan off of her, fanning myself faster, harder. “What happens if he’s just saying all this? What happens if he doesn’t actually love me-” She grabs at my shoulders, pulling me up so I’m able to look her in the eye.

“If he doesn’t love you, then why’d he help you plan the wedding?” I look at her eyes, flickering back and forth between the determined gaze. “Why’d he pick out your rings?” I try to speak, nothing comes out. “If he didn’t love you, why did he call you last night, while he was in his own hotel room with his mates, to say that he’s ready to get married to you? That he loves you? That he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you?”

“I-” I’m at a loss for words, not knowing what to say to that.

“Get him on the phone now!” She yells to someone, making my eyes widen.

“Wait, no- don’t!”

“He’ll reassure you, my darling,” She pauses and grabs the phone from one of the girls grasps. “Hi there, darl, could you please tell Y/N that she’s being completely irrational, that you do want to marry her, otherwise we wouldn’t be here if you didn’t?” She nods once as she hands the phone to me. I shakily pick up the phone, placing it to my ear.

“Hi,” I reply meekly, not knowing what to say. I sigh when I begin to hear his voice. I let out a shaky breath.

“Hi sweetheart, are you okay?” His smooth, velvety voice rings through my ears, his accent calming me down almost immediately

“Just a bit jittery, I guess,” I nervously chuckle, pressing the back of my hand to my forehead in attempts to focus my breathing. My nerves had calmed down a little bit, but they were still prevalent in my mind.

“Hey, just remember I love you, so much, and I can’t, and I cannot stress this enough, wait to marry you.” I let out a small laugh at his statement, my nerves flying out the window, hopefully, to never be seen again.

“Sorry for calling you, I didn’t want them to but-”

“You were freaking out, which is okay, pre-wedding jitters suck apparently, I understand. But I do love you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He sighs through the phone in content, he’s happy, he’s happy to marry me. “I bet you look beautiful.”

“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” I whisper, a small giggle leaving my lips. “You’ll see in about half an hour. If you don’t cry, I’ll sue.” I let out another laugh as I hear a ‘pfft’ come from the other line.

“And ruin my reputation? Darling, no way,” He laughs. I hear muffled voices, hearing Joe say a few ‘yeps’. “Alright my love, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you at the altar?”

“Of course you will. I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

We hang up and as I place the phone down on the table beside me I giggle, looking back in the mirror. I saw a much happier version of myself. A version of myself who was ready to finally wed the man I love. The man I’ve loved for 3 years. The man who proposed to me on a night out on the town, on our 2 year anniversary, stopping in front of a McDonalds to get down on one knee. The man who made me bawl my eyes out before I said yes.

I was ready. I was ready to marry him, I was ready to become Y/N Mazzello.

Joe would completely deny that he cried when I walked down the altar with my father, even though the video cameras caught it all. He would deny that he cried when I stood next to him, my beauty shining in his face (his words) and wiped a tear away from his cheek, his face rosy and almost sweaty. I let out a nervous laugh as he began his vows.

“Wow, what to say about the woman I love?” The crowd let out a collective light laugh. “I’ve loved this woman since I laid my eyes on her, when she walked into that coffee shop I was at, getting coffees for my cast mates on the way to work. I had to speak to her, she had this beauty that I didn’t expect. It was strange, I’d never felt that way before.” As Joe paused, the crowd let out some ‘awws’ to accompany the sentimental thought. “This woman before me has changed so much over the years, she’s become the best version of herself.” His eyes search mine as he places his palm over my cheek. Tears filled my eyes for the second time today, but this time was for good reason. As I close my eyes briefly, a tear falls from my eye, making me let out a small choked laugh. “Oh great, now she’s crying,” Joe laughs, wiping away the tear with his thumb.

“She’s kind, generous, beautiful and just all over a great gal.” Joe laughs, his hand gripping mine tighter, the other hand falling to my shoulder.

“I love her a lot, even when she dances weirdly in the kitchen, I’m joking-” I laugh.

“Y/N’s been there for me in times of need, want and love. She’s the love of my life. I wouldn’t be able to live without her.” I let out another sob as Joe finishes his speech. He slides the silver band on my ring finger, I begin playing with the engagement ring on my right hand with my thumb, his hands were shaky and clammy, something I wasn’t used to feeling from Joe’s hands.

“How do I even follow that up?” The crowd lets out another collective laugh. I stare into Joe’s eyes, his gorgeous chocolatey eyes, those of which I could stare at until I fall asleep.

“Joe, you’re a handful sometimes, I’ll admit that, but you’re my handful, loving, caring and did I say loving?” I let out a small chuckle, looking into his eyes. He was smiling with every aspect of his face, the crinkly eyes, the flared nostrils and of course, his gorgeous lips curved into the smile I love. “You’re so kind, so selfless and- so invested in Ben sometimes, but it’s okay because I know you love me too.” Joe lets out a cackle as he looks over to Ben to shoot a wink at him. Ben gives a finger-gun in response, with a little click from his mouth.

“When I first met you, I was surprised you’d even noticed me. I mean, you looked like a god in that coffee shop.” I laugh, the crowd joining in too. Joe looks down, bashfully, bringing his blushing gaze back to me.

“You find the light in every situation, you make me laugh in the worst possible scenarios. I love that about you. You’re a light in my darkness sometimes when I have terrible days, you don’t need to know about it, you just cuddle me until I fall asleep, or until I stop crying. You make me so happy Joe, you have given me so much happiness, I cannot thank you enough for that.” Another few tears slip down my face, Joe wiping them away as he stares at me, love, adoration and complete confidence in his decision to marry me.

“I love you so much, Joe. You’ll never be able to get rid of me at this point, boy, you’re stuck with me for life.” I let out another choked laugh, sniffling a little to try to stop the tears. “I get to love you for the rest of my life, and even life after that, because I will love you then. I will always try my best to make it back to you because you are my person.” I place the simple band on his finger as well, hands still shaky and clammy. He brings my hand to his lips, placing a smile kiss onto the finger with the band. I let out another teary chuckle, smiling widely at him.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.”

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride.”

Joe grasps my face in both of his hands, smiling as he leans in to kiss my lips, the crowd cheering along for us. He pulls away slightly, his lips still on mine but enough so he can speak.

“I can’t wait for our honeymoon, babe.” A smirk on his lips as he pulls me in by the waist. I let out a squeak at the sudden movement, placing a hand to the back of his head.

“Only a few more hours to go.”

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Can I request a fluffy cute family Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where reader and their 1 year old daughter surprise visit Joe on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody?

Small Squish (A Joe Mazzello Fluff)

Warnings: None, mild language maybe.

No matter how many times I did this it never fails to make me feel like I’m stepping onto a land of wonder. ‘Course the fact that I had a one year old in my arms looking wide eyed at everything only added to it.

Joe says she looks a lot like me but when I look at her I only see him. His hair, his eyes, even that annoying smile he had that I could never say no to.

Joe and I met when we were fourteen when I got cast as an extra in Simon Birch. I remember I was walking around the set just as I was doing now when I felt a pair of eyes on me. “Take a photo it’ll last longer.”

I turned just as Joe started to stammer an apology. His ears glowed red in embarrassment...it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

“S-sorry, uh, I didn’t mean to...Um I’m just gonna go kick myself in the nuts real quick.”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled under my breath. “Okay but just say hi next time Joe… you don’t have to be a creeper.”

“Oh uh sure thing, uh…”

“Y/N,” I said. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

I turned and continued my exploration. “You know what?” Joe called out to me. “I think next time I’ll say… will you go out with me?”

“In that case I’ll say yes,” I smiled.

That was the start of us.

Eventually we took to saying other things and doing other things. Our flame only grew stronger.

“Are those the two most beautiful women in the world I see?” A familiar face greeted us using a well known British accent.

“Hey Rami,” I greeted him. “Look Small Squish it’s uncle Rami.”

“U-Unca,” she said.

Rami gasped. “She’s talking now? Joe didn’t tell me she was bloody talking now!” He scooped her into his arms. “Dear Freddie you must slow yourself down lovey. You’re growing much too fast, and I am nowhere near ready to have a fully grown God-daughter.”

“By the way where is Daddy Deacon? We were hoping to surprise him,” I said.

“Oh he should be along any minute now,” Rami said. “He’s missed you both terribly these last few weeks.”

I sighed. “Of course he did.” That was when I felt a familiar pair of eyes burning holes in the back of my head. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” I turned and Joe was sprinting towards me, his newly permed hair hidden beneath a baseball cap.

He crashed into me wrapping his arms around me in a vice tight hug. “You can say hi next time babe… you don’t have to be a-” He cut me off with his lips. I swear his kisses never grew boring. In fact they sent a burning ache within me just as they did the first time. After a while he pulled back.

“I love you,” he said.

“We love you too,” I said pecking him on the lips before motioning at our small squish in Rami’s arms.

“Hey princess,” Joe said taking her into his arms. “You’re getting so big.”

“Dada,” she said damn near squeaking in excitement.

“Wait, what are you guys even doing here?” Joe asked.

“We missed you you dork,” I said. “Plus small squish here has something to tell you.”

“Oh, what is it baby?” He asked her.

I unzipped her jacket revealing her little t-shirt I had made.

CALL ME SISTER-SAURUS REX! It read with two little dinosaurs playing around it. I placed my hand on my stomach as Joe looked at me wide-eyed.

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”

“BABE NOT IN FRONT OF HER!”

“Oh, uh, sorry,” he turned to her. “You didn’t hear that. Got it?” She just smiled at him. He then handed her back to Rami who had the biggest smile on his face. Joe excitedly pulled me into his arms.

“I love you so fucking much it’s not even funny,” he said almost crying.

“I love you too,” I said before he was suddenly kissing me hard. His tongue explored my mouth as his arms wandered my body.

“Dear God you too are you going for baby number three already?” Rami said making us pull apart laughing. He had his hand over our small squish’s eyes.

“Jealous are we?” I teased.

“Oh please, I’ve seen you naked just as much as he has,” Rami pointed out. I’d had a semi big part in Mr. Robot which required me to ‘have sex’ with Rami constantly… I am not looking forward to that Mommy Daughter conversation.

“Yeah but only one of us has actually gotten some from her,” Joe said.

“True, lucky bastard,” Rami teased.

“Do I even want to know what I just walked in on?” Asked a young blonde with impressive muscles.

“Could’ve sworn I heard the words naked and something about ‘getting some’.” A taller man chimed in.

“Gwil, Ben, this is my wife, Y/N and our small squish,” Joe motioned at us.

“Ah so you’re the one Joe has threatened to divorce me for,” I said.

“I am so sorry love,” Ben said. “I swear we didn’t want to hurt anyone but…”

“But the heart wants what it wants,” Joe added wrapping his arm around him. “How are we today babe?”

“Brilliant until I found out you fathered an actual angel,” Ben looked over at our little girl. “No way am I ruining this beauty’s life, so I’m afraid we have to break up.”

“But...babe!”

“No buts Joe,” Ben said. “At least not this one,” he tapped his own ass.

“Are they always like this?” I asked Rami and Gwil.

“Sadly I think we’ve grown use to this already,” Gwil said. “Lovely to meet you by the way.”

“You too,” I said.

“Loveys I know we’d all rather spend the day gushing over this little cherub,” Rami said motioning at our small squish. “But Dexter’s on his way over so we best get back to it.”

No sooner had he said that Dexter was barking into the megaphone for them to take their places on the stage.

Rami handed me back my baby and quickly gave her a peck on the forehead. “Wish us luck darling,” he pecked me on the lips.

“Good luck boys,” I said before Joe planted a chaste kiss on my lips which quickly became deeper. I pulled back. “Hon, keep that up and you’re going to be fired.”

“It’s what you do to me, babe.”

“Go be musical porn my disco Deaky,” I laughed.

Joe reluctantly followed his band mates.

In my arms our small squish looked after him. We both stood in front of the stage and watched as Joe performed his heart out. A big dopey smile spread across his face.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader wedding oneshot and when reader is getting ready for their wedding she thinks about when Joe and her first met in college when he bumped into her on the way to class and helped picked up her books and it was love at first sight?

Cute Coffee Shop Guy

Fandom: RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader, Joe Mazzello x Female Reader,

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Original Female Character, Female Reader, Reader

Word Count: 1006 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Reader reminisces on her wedding day

Tags/ Warnings: Reader, Female Reader, Marriage, Wedding Day, Love, Mother/Daughter Relationship, Fluff, Requests, Request, My Writing, requested fic, RPF, Joe Mazello x Reader, OFC, Reader,

Notes: Hope you like it

‘You look lovely if I do say so myself,’ Courtney said as she dabbed the last bit of lipstick on the corner of Y/N’s lips. Y/N turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was curled and gathered in an elegant updo interlaced with beaded hair slides. Tendrils shaped her face which was now made up. She looked amazing but not too overdone thanks to Courtney’s handiwork. 

‘It’s great I love it,’ she said turning around so she could inspect it from every angle. 

‘As if you needed it in the first place,’ her mother said coming to stand behind her. Her arm draped over her shoulder as she watched Y/N in the mirror.

‘Mom,’ Y/N said self-consciously.

‘Oh if there’s a day I’m allowed to brag about my beautiful daughter it’ll be today! Not every day you get married is it?’ her mom said with tears in her crinkled eyes. 

‘Here here,’ Courtney smiled offering Y/N a champagne flute. She took a tiny sip of it and looked at herself one more time as everyone started moving on to the next tasks. Courtney beckoned her maid of honour forward and sat her in a nearby chair so she could start her hair. Her mother started sorting buttonholes out for the groomsmen. But Y/N didn’t pay any attention. She was focused on herself. 

She was getting married today. And she couldn’t wait. She had been lucky to find Joe. He was an amazing, sweet, thoughtful and funny guy and not to mention handsome to boot. And he was going to be her husband.

It had been pure chance the two of them had met. Sure, they had both been at the same college but he was a year older and they didn’t really run in the same circles. They took different subjects and she was more of a small-town girl whilst he was a city boy. The first time she had even been to California was on the open day for USC whilst he had spent the majority of his childhood in and out of Hollywood. A child star. 

They had met by accident. She had been late for a test and had been racing out of the library on campus practically bowling him over as she collided with him. Her head had hit his chest and her books had jabbed right into his stomach. 

‘Woah where’s the emergency?’ he said as she pulled back. Her books had clattered to the ground and she had bent down to start picking them up when he followed suit. He smiled at her as he handed her her psychology textbook. Their hands touched for a moment sending a shiver down her spine. 

‘Sorry for bumping into you,’ she said meekly. 

‘Bumping into me? For a moment I thought I was a ghost and you were going to go straight through,’ Joe chuckled as they stood up. 

‘Again I’m sorry,’ she said. 

‘Don’t be,’ he said, ‘so…I take it you have somewhere to be?’ 

‘What?’ she said. 

‘Just you seemed in a rush? Sorry I shouldn’t pry-’

‘No, no, it’s not prying,’ she said, ‘I’ve got a psych test on the other side of campus.’

‘That’s a shame,’ Joe said. Y/N looked at him confused for a moment.

‘Why?’ 

‘Because I was gonna see if a pretty girl like you wanted to go for a coffee…but if you’ve got somewhere to be,’ he said. 

Y/N thought for a moment. She did have a test but it wasnt a big one. And it wasn’t as if psych was her major. And he was really cute.

‘If I’ve overstepped the mark I’m sorry I just thought you might want to-’

‘I do,’ Y/N said almost shouting, ‘I mean I do.’

‘But you’re not free, raincheck?’ Joe said. 

‘No,’ she smiled, ‘I was never gonna make it on time anyway. And my professor’s stance is ‘if you come late don’t bother coming’.’

‘Hence the running,’ Joe chuckled. He turned and started walking away from the library. Y/N followed him. Her books were now nestled back in her arms and her bag slung safely over her shoulder though she dreaded to think of what she looked like. Her hair was surely in disarray from the number of times she had run her hands through it trying to get anything to go into her head. She was wearing no makeup and a pair of yoga pants and a sweater. 

‘So,’ Joe said, ‘Starbucks or campus coffee house?’ 

‘Coffee house,’ she said, ‘it’s further away from the psychology building.’ 

‘Oh so we’re hiding out now,’ Joe asked. 

‘Definitely, it’s not going to look good if I get seen dodging a test and out for coffee with a cute boy,’ Y/N said. 

‘So you think I’m cute?’ Joe chuckled. 

‘Well I would,’ she said, ‘but I don’t even know your name. Or should I just call you the cute guy from the coffee shop?

‘Joe,’ Joe said, ‘it’s Joe.’

‘Well, Joe. Yeah, I’d say you’re pretty darn cute,’ she chuckled.

‘Huh Y/N?’ Courtney said pulling her from her thoughts.’

‘What?’ she replied. 

‘I said do you mind if the girls vary on hairstyles? I mean most of them I could do I think but Claire’s hair is too short-’

‘However they want it is fine,’ Y/N said. 

‘Lost in your thoughts hun?’ her mom said coming behind her and looking at her daughter in the mirror. 

‘Yeah,’ Y/N sighed. 

‘Not having second thoughts are you?’ her mom said her brow furrowed.

‘No,’ Y/N said, ‘no I’m not.’

‘Right, well let’s get you into your dress huh?’ her mom said with a smile. She would never regret it. She just thanked her lucky stars she missed that psych test. 

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Day 13- Snowed In

A/N: Prompt #13 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! I changed the prompt a little bit, but I still loved it

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female!Reader

Summary: You and Joe are roommates and have to deal with the power going out during a snow storm.

Warnings: Fluff , cursing, confessions, mentions of cheating

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

 You came stomping into your apartment building, trying to get the snow off your boots. It was mid-December so you shouldn’t have been surprised that there was snow, but it was still annoying.

You walked up the steps to your apartment, ready to just relax with a bottle of wine, and the book you were currently reading. Your day at work hadn’t been terrible, it was just long. It didn’t help that it was dark when you went to work and dark when you came home.

You walked inside your apartment, ready to relax. You went to your bedroom to change, turning the lights on as you did so. You changed, came back out, and went into the kitchen. You pulled the wine out of the fridge and started to pour yourself a glass when your apartment went dark.

You sighed. “Really?” You walked over and flipped the light a couple times, realizing that it wasn’t the light. “Shit.”

“Did we just lose power?” A voice came from behind you.

You jumped in the dark. “Fuck, Joe. You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You swatted at where you thought he was standing.

Your roommate chuckled. “Sorry, but you didn’t answer my question.”

You sighed. “No, I just magically turned all the power off in the building.”

“Somebody’s cranky.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, reaching into your pocket for your phone. You turned the flash light on so that you could actually see Joe’s face. He squinted against the light and then smiled at you.

“Well hello, gorgeous.”

You shook your head with a slight smile. “Come on, we gotta find candles or something.”

You and Joe searched the apartment for candles and matches, finding a couple in the bathroom closet.

You lit them and the two of you set up a sort of base in the living room.

“I thought you and Erika were doing Christmas tonight?” You said, bringing your glass of wine over, along with one for Joe.

“Welp, we decided to do something different this year. I got her those earrings she said she wanted and she gave me a speech about how she cheated on me.”

You nearly spit your wine out. “I’m sorry, she what?”

“Yup,” Joe took a big drink from his glass. “Told me it was just a couple times and she was so SO sorry and blah blah blah. That was until I pushed her on it. Turns out that guy from her work?”

“Rod?”

“Yup! Apparently they’d been sleeping with each other for close to a month now.”

“Oh, Joey, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe that.”

Joe just shrugged and drained his wine. “So, that’s why I’m not at Erika’s.”

Joe then rested his head on your shoulder. You pressed a kiss his forehead and then placed your head on top of his. “If it helps, I never liked her.” It was true that you didn’t like her, but for reasons that Joe didn’t really know.

Joe chuckled. “I know you didn’t.”

“Let’s get some dinner.”

“Do we have stuff that doesn’t need to be cooked?”

The two of you got up and threw together some sandwiches with chips, refilled your wine glasses, and then went back to the living room.

You tried to get Joe’s mind off the breakup by telling him some funny stories about work and the phone call that you had during your lunch break.

“...nearly fell getting the lights on the house.”

Joe laughed. “Doesn’t he do that every year?”

“Yes! You’d think he’d learn.”

Once the two of you were done eating, the two of you discussed what you could do.

“I mean, I’ve got data so we could watch something on my phone,” Joe offered.

The two of you agreed on The Office and configured it so that you both could see.

“It’s freezing in here,” you shivered after an episode.

“Heat isn’t working either I take it,” Joe said as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. You grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around both of you, scooting closer to Joe. You rested your head on his shoulder, leaning closer into him.

This wasn’t the first time the two of you had cuddled like this. Joe was a touchy guy so things like this had never bothered the two of you. However, it was the first time that the two of you kept each other close because of warmth. And were being lit by candlelight. It was weirdly intimate.

‘Intimate’ wasn’t usually the word that came to mind when you thought about Joe. You hated that you didn’t get to have that. There was a reason you hadn’t liked Erika. The truth was you hadn’t liked any of his girlfriends because you wanted to be his girlfriend. It was stupid. The two of you had been friends for about two years before you moved in together. You’d been living together for nearly two years and over those two years, you had fallen in love with him. The funny guy with the heart of gold. And the way the sun hit his hair when he was sleeping on the couch…

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You opened you eyes. When had you fallen asleep?

“Your phone is ringing.”

You blindly reached for and answered your phone, bringing the portable charger with it.

“Hello?”

“Y/N,” the voice of your boss came through, waking you up. Had you over slept?

“Yes?”

“The streets to the office still aren’t plowed, so we’re not having anybody come in. Have a nice day.”

“Thank you,” you replied before you heard the phone beep telling you the call had ended. You hung up and snuggled back into the warmth.

Joe chuckled. “No work for you today?”

You hummed in agreement, still mostly asleep. Then you sat up, realizing you were still on the couch, your back to Joe’s chest. You turned and looked at him.

“Hey, come back, it’s too cold.” Joe opened his arms up. His voice still had that groggy touch to it.

You hesitated, wondering if you should talk to him now. You decided against it, and cuddled back into Joe, just to pretend for another hour or so.

“Can I ask you something?” Joe mumbled when you had taken your position again.

“What’s up?”

“Why didn’t you like Erika?”

You hesitated, debating on if you wanted to tell the truth or not.

“Women’s intuition?”

“Come on, really, why didn’t you like her?”

You couldn’t see Joe’s face, but clearly he didn’t buy it. Maybe it would be easier if you weren’t facing him.

You took a deep breath. “Because…she had you. And I…didn’t.”

There was silence in the room.

“That um…does that mean…I…that seems to imply that you wanted me.”

You turned and looked at him, not saying anything.

“Y/N, do…do you want me?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “I…I don’t know when exactly it happened, but…”

You were cut off by a pair of lips. You kissed back, wrapping your fingers in Joe’s hair.

You pulled away and stared at him, breathing heavy. “What the hell was that?”

“Something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” Joe smiled at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You have?”

“Of course I have. I just…you were with Dwayne, and then Steven, and then I started dating Erika and…now that we’re both single…”

You grinned. “Really?”

“Really. I mean, ever since we moved in together, honestly.”

You pulled Joe in for another kiss. He kissed you back for a bit before he pulled away for a moment.

“You know, we both have beds, and all day.”

You stood up, pulling him with you. “Race you.”

The both of you took off for Joe’s bedroom.

[cupboardzllo]

being a babie with mazzello | hc

a/n : HIIII welcome back to my writing! I miss all of ya so much :-] the other day i was hit with this thought of just being ababie arpund joe so here's a hc about that. Also, i wanna thank y'all for sticking with me when i was unactive several days ago...it means a lot to me!

also, i'm Chloe! Figured i will reveal my name after a while. People call me coco or cookie sometimes, so...let's be friend, i guess?

anyway, enjoy this hc!! ♡

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so we all know about the virus, honestly i think i'm the latest person to write about this

but joe freaking mazzello 'course cannot stay sane that long without you, his 24/7 childhood best friend

so he asked you to move in with him when the whole quarantine thingy started

"Come on!!! You will have the world-famous, fanfastic dino-shaped pancakes by Chef La Mazzello every morning, (Y/N)."

that was his effort to persuade you

of course you said yes

"Fine, but it's only because of the pancakes."

no (Y/N) we ALL know it's because you're head over heels for him!!!

moving-in day

it's not the first time you've stayed at his house

but you were pretty nervous with the idea of living with him, everyday, him seeing you without any makeup, or anything

ESPECIALLY your habits of cleaning products...you tend to use baby shampoo and soaps

when you put your johnson baby wash in his bathroom, Joe frowned

"Whose baby is staying here?."

you stuttered, "uhh...it's weird, but, it's mine...dONT LAUGH OKAY JOE-"

too late

joe's dying on the floor

(((((bathroom floor))))

"(Y/N) yOU'RE AN ADULT."

you tickled him as an escape of your embarassment, feeling shy

"OKAY STOP STOP I'M SORRY!," he laughed

then ruffled your hair

"Even if you use dog shampoo, i'd still.."

you freezed

what's he going to say?!

joe took a moment before finishing his sentence

"....m-make yOU DINO-SHAPED PANCAKES! come on, (Y/L/N)! let's unpack your clothes after this."

then he went out of the bathroom

leaving you

red

and possibly close to having a sheer heart attack

grocery shopping with joe

on some days, joe (and you) is waAY to lazy to make efforts to eat

but at the same time you guys are hella hungry

so you guys order the classic chinese take-outs, or pizza maybe

but also in some days, you will go out grocery shopping with him and buy ingredients for dinner (with masks of course, wear your masks everyone!!!)

joe will grab cooking ingredients and other products

like milk

dairy-free milk because we all don't want joe screaming

anyways

Joe also grabs some chips

and snacks

then there's you grabbing baby snacks

gerber

happy baby

teethers cookies

all the good stuff

"Why..are you???????"

"Stop shaming my snacking behaviour!!! It's good okay,,," you said then running into another aisle

leaving mazzello

grinning

like that joe smile we all love

"Gosh, such a cutie..." he mumbled, then pushing the cart, following you

also he paid for the groceries even though you insisted to pay

ugh i love him

dinner time with joe

joe's not actually the worst italian chef

but he does need constant guiding and sometimes can be sloppy

you guys were cooking baked spaghetti that night, and thankfully it went okay

joe almost spilled the whole sauce from the pan but luckily you were there to stop him

so while waiting for the food to cook

joe decided to play some music off of his phone

and guess what he played

nope

not queen songs

BABY SHARK

the first verse came and you were laughing out loud

"Joe what the fuck???? What is thiiiis?."

joe is already bopping his head and throwing some dance moves

drop it like it's hoooooot-

"Aw come on baby (Y/L/N), bABY SHARK DOO DOO DO DO-"

so you joined him

AND YOU KNOW THE DANCE MOVES

yeah the clapping hands thingy

you guys were dancing so hard you both were sweating

Joe picked you up with his arms

you were a laughing mess and tried to get out of his grip when you both fell into his couch

you on top of him

and him under you

"....joe?"

for a moment you thought joe is going to kiss you

and he reached you cheek

DING!

the oven dings

joe shuffled and you quickly stood up

"I'll check it!," you said while running to the kitchen

SIS your heart was POUNDING because was he going to kiss you????

joe was also a blushing mess

"mazzello you dumb...," he whispered while rubbing his face

then chased you into the kitchen

dinner went a bit awkward

because you both are dumb dorks

but it went over and you guys washes dishes together then got ready for bed

bedtime!!!!

Joe does have a guest room in his house

but he said that the room is currently unavailable

under the following reasons of

"it's messy," and "it has a lot of stuff in it!." "my room's more spacious."

he really just want to have you with him in his bed (Y/N) come on!!!!

so you agreed to sleep with him

because of course you also can't wait to cuddle with him

ehm okay moving on so

you changed into your pajama

and it has gudetama patterns

joe chuckled when he saw you after changing your clothes

"I swear (Y/N), you're a baby trapped in an adult's body."

you pull out your tongue playfully then joined him

joe was scrolling his instagram, and you were checking out your emails

joe then pulled you closer to him

"You're cold, you need more warmth from me," he said, as an excuse

you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder

you did not realize it, but you were feeling sleepy and slowly you lulled off on his chest

joe waS SO hAPPY AND IS A BLUSHING MESS I TELL YOU

because this is exactly the thing he loved the most about you

the domestic side of you, your bare face and your sleepy figure

he turned off the lights as careful as possible

he don't want his baby to wake up

he cuddled you closer and realized

this is what he wanted to see before he's off to the clouds

so let's all hope the man will gain the courage to ask you out

because he can't wait to give you

his baby

more warmth every night :-)

[doing-all-write]

flustered

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Joe are getting ready to go to the store when he decides now is a good time to re-enact his casting video for BoRhap. 

Word Count: 1K (she’s bby)

Warnings: This thing may be the most fluffy, self-indulgent piece of romance I’ve ever written. So, be prepared for lots of fluff, soft Joe and saying I love you for the first time

A/N: Hello! I’m working on part 3 of don’t be a baby (i haven’t forgotten, don’t worry!) BUT that video of Joe’s audition tape was too soft and adorable for me NOT to write this little blurb with the help of @mrhoemazzello​ who is the greatest muse known to human kind 💖💖💖 

💖💖As always likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💖💖

"BABE" 

"You don't need to yell, I'm literally right next to you." she turned with a squeak as the tips of her braids hit Joe, causing him to clutch his face in faux agony. 

"SHE'S BLINDED ME!" He screamed at the same time that she cried, "I'm sorry!" 

"(Y/N)? Is that you?" She scrunched her nose as Joe smashed his palms against her face, "I can only tell who's who anymore by touch alone." She giggled as she gently pushed her palms against his chest, feeling the softness of his well-worn sweatshirt pushing back. 

"Wow, you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, are we really dating?" 

"Yes," she laughed, "Much to my dismay." 

"The woman WOUNDS me with her hair then with her words?" Joe flung his hand against his forehead, slumping against the wall as (Y/N) rolled her eyes. 

"This is what I get for dating an actor."

Peeking at her through his eye, Joe grinned, "And you wouldn't change it for anything, would you?" 

"Not for anything in the world." She smiled as she got on tip-toe to plant a kiss on his lips. Pulling away, Joe placed a hand on her hip, bringing her closer so he could kiss her again. Feeling her smile against his lips was his favorite thing in the world. 

"You know, we said we were going to the store twenty minutes ago..." 

"You're really ruining a romantic moment here." Joe sighed against her lips. 

"Will you ever forgive me?" She mumbled as she gave Joe a long, lingering kiss. 

Pulling away, she giggled at the stunned look on Joe's face. "If you keep kissing me like that, I'll forgive you for everything forever." 

Laughing she grabbed his keys from the side table, "Are we going our what? We have exactly zero food in the house." 

Shaking himself from his stupor Joe snatched the keys from her hands, brushing past her to the front door where he stepped into his shoes, "And who's fault is that?" 

"It was a stressful week! You know I bake a lot when I'm stressed!" 

"Don't forget the eating aspect." 

"That's the most important part!" She flung her arms out wide to illustrate her point. 

Laughing, he tugged on the end of her braid, "You ready to go, darling?" 

"Yeah," her eyes widened, "SHOT GUN!" she screamed as she bolted for the car. 

~

Caaaaaan?

"ANYYYBODYYY! FIND ME! SOMEBODY TOOOOO!" She shoved a fake microphone into Joe's face, "Looooooove." Joe sang passionately into the mic in his best baritone voice. Flinging her head back, she let loose a loud laugh. 

Glancing over at her, Joe's heart expanded. The sun was streaming through the windows, bits of hair falling out of her braids, blowing all over. Her smile was wide and he was sure he had never seen someone so beautiful in his entire life. 

Reaching forward, he turned down the song, "Did I ever show you my audition tape I sent in for Bohemian Rhapsody?" She quirked an eyebrow at him, he had shown it to her on one of their first dates and she had watched it every day since. 

Joe knew that and (Y/N) knew that, but quirking an eyebrow, she decided to play dumb, "You know, I don't think you ever have Mazzello." 

Nodding sagely, Joe gripped the wheel, "Well, luckily, we're in the same car that I happened to film it in and I think I can remember the accent.."

"Babe, you literally did the accent last night when we were making out." 

"Yeah and it turned you on." Smacking his arm, Joe laughed, "Alright, alright. You ready?" 

Straightening up in her seat, she smacked her hands on her thighs, "Okay, Mazzello. Annnnnd...ACTION." 

Launching into his monologue he gave during his audition tape she felt her heart straining in her chest. The love she felt for Joe in this moment stole her breath away. Turning her head, she let her gaze drink in Joe, at the sun streaming in, highlighting his profile. Being with him felt like holding a birthday candle close to her chest, it was a fire but it was full of promises, of wishes, of good things to come and years and years to look forward to together. 

Taking his eyes off the road to meet her (Y/E/C) ones, he smiled. "Are you even listening to me?" 

Nodding, she laughed as Joe's hand came to rest on her thigh, "Because it seems like you're not even paying attention to anything I'm saying to." He continued in John's accent. 

"I am! I am, I swear." She patted his hand as Joe nodded, mollified, "Okay, because it would be a shame if you weren't listening as I told you about the time that I went to set super hungover and Ben and Gwil tricked me into eating mayonnaise..." hearing her laugh fill the car was better than any song that could be play over the stereo. 

"Babe! That's not true! I was there on set that day with you just as hungover, I was the one who MADE you take that fourth shot!" 

"Yes, and we both paid for it dearly." He said with a straight face as she fell into giggles again. Glancing over at her, another smile lit up his face. "Babe, oh my god, stop, my sides hurt." She whined as she swept a finger at the moisture that had collected in her eyes. 

"Would you like to hear me rate my favorite kind of cheeses in this accent as well?" He bit back his own smile as her laughter shook her frame. Leaning over the console she buried her face into Joe's shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne, the laundry detergent they used and sunshine. 

Feeling her shake against him, Joe leaned over to plant a kiss on her head. Lifting his head up, he continued his monologue on cheeses, completely oblivious to her pleas, begging him to stop. 

"So that's why Gouda is probably my favorite cheese but Pepperjack is a close second." He shrugged as (Y/N) collapsed back into her own seat, clutching her stomach. 

"Oh my god, Joey, I'm dying, please. Holy shit..." she trailed off as she caught her breath. Joe laughed, keeping one hand firmly planted on her thigh, the other one deftly steering the car into the parking lot of the grocery store. 

As her laughter died down, Joe parked the car and twisted in his seat to face her fully. Wearing one of his sweatshirts, no makeup, eyes crinkly as she recovered from her laughing fit. Her smile, wide and unguarded. The Queen playlist she had made him playing softly in the background. The sun lighting her form up, making her look angelic. All of a sudden he couldn't fight the words that were leaping from his throat. 

"I love you." 

Her laughter died as she stared back at Joe, eyes wide. 

"Wh-what did you just say?"

Taking a deep breath in, Joe figured it wouldn't make much sense to deny what he'd just confessed. 

"I said, I love you, (Y/N)." He lifted his eyes from his hands to meet hers and her breath hitched. She wanted to spend forever drowning in them. The next words left her body in a sigh. 

"I love you too, Joey." 

Realizing what they had just admitted to each other, the smiles they were beaming at each other were huge. 

"We probably look like idiots. Just sitting here. Staring at each other." (Y/N) mumbled. 

"Smiling like two fucking weirdos." Joe added as she nodded then lunged across the car's console, planting a kiss on Joe like she had right before they'd left for the store. 

Pulling back, they each had equally dazed looks on their faces. 

"Should we, um, even try to go grocery shopping? Or-" 

"Can we please go home and have sex?" she asked as she kissed Joe's bicep, buckling her seatbelt back into place.

It took Joe three tries to get the car started. When he finally did, (Y/N) was laughing just as hard, if not harder than she had before. 

"I'm sorry but the woman who I love just said she would have sex with me! Excuse me for getting a little flustered." Joe huffed. 

"It's adorable, how do you think I feel knowing the man I'm in love with is that excited to have sex with me?" she mumbled as she scrolled through Joe's phone, trying to find the next song. 

Joe glanced over at her, "What are you so focused on over there, (Y/L/N)? You've got your tongue sticking out when you're concentrating super hard."

Quickly pulling the tip of her tongue back in to her mouth, she chuckled as she hit play on the next song. "I was trying to find our new 'I love you' song." 

Joe's eyes grew soft as he reached over to take her hand in his own, "Yeah? And what song would that be?" 

The machine of a dream!

The look on Joe's face was better than she thought it would be. 

As the song's final notes played, Joe parked the car next to their building and reached over to take both of her hands in his, "(Y/N), I need to tell you something important." 

"Yes, Joey?" She said as she batted her eyelashes at him. 

"I'm in love with my car...and also you." She gasped as she swooned into her seat.

"Babe, you know just want to say to make a girl weak in the knees." 

"I also know what to do to make her weak in the knees." he whispered in her ear as he nipped at her earlobe. Squeaking, she frantically pulled at the handle of the car door, "Well then what are we doing just sitting here? We gotta get inside!" 

Chuckling Joe unfolded himself from the car, "Who's the flustered one now?"

[normalisnotnormal]

All different stages of Brian. From childhood to elderly.

[whiskeyspritz]

everything about this man is so beautiful, especially his lips

[verstappenist]

Little Tiger | Joe Mazzello

A/n: Basically, College!Joe and his gf getting a kitten! Because i found this gem and got soft! Also the ending seems so rushed? im sorry for that!

Word count: 1,277

Warnings: none, just fluff and bad writing!

When you met Joe in that little coffee shop right off campus, your life got flipped by 180°. In a good way though, very good way.

You were confused at first what a New Yorker was doing in LA but the longer you talked and the more you found out about him, the happier you were he decided to go to university on the other side of the country.

After the accidental run-in, followed a coffee date the next day, which was the only the first of many more to come.

Three and a half years into the relationship, the two of you were just as in love with each other as on the very first day. You moved in together about nine months into the relationship, after deciding it would be beneficial in many ways, you could save a lot of money and you'd be able to spend more time together.

"Okay, what do you think about getting a pet?"

To say the question surprised him was an understatement, he nearly fell off the couch. “Y-You wanna get a pet with me?”

“I mean… if you want to? It’s just, you know we’ve been together for so long a-and we love each other, right? And I don’t think, well I hope we’re not breaking up any time soon, because again I love you and I see us still together in ten years... maybe have kids together- but we’re still a tad too young for that, that’s why I was thinking we could maybe get a little kitten or something?”

Your little speech alone was enough to convince Joe to get a kitten, not that it would've been hard anyways. He always wanted a cat and you had a point, you loved each other dearly, and were in a serious relationship for over three years now. While you were still working on your masters degree in economics, Joe was already done with school, currently doing some acting jobs around LA, so someone was always home to look after one, to stay with it etc.

"Okay, let's get a cat!"

Unable to contain your happiness you jumped into his arms, peppering his face with tiny butterfly kisses. "Did I ever tell you that you're the bestest boyfriend in the whole wide world and that I love you?"

"Eh just about a thousand times today, but one more doesn't hurt either of us", the auburn haired young boy smiled, kissing you properly. "If you want we can go to the shelter first thing tomorrow okay?"

Nodding excitedly you turned off the TV, practically dragging your boyfriend into your shared bedroom. You really were acting like a little girl on christmas eve, unable to wait until morning, but he would be lying if he'd say he's not excited himself.

When Joe woke up next morning, your side of the bed was long cold, making him wonder if you already left for the shelter on your own. But you wouldn’t right?

After a few more minutes of savouring the warmth of the bed, Joe finally decided to investigate. The auburn haired man didn’t need to search for long though. He found you sprawled out on the couch, laptop on your lap and a notebook in hand furiously writing stuff down.

“Good morning, Princess. What are you doing?”, his voice still groggy from just waking up with a confused undertone.

“Morning, Joey! I’m just writing down what else we need for our baby!”

“How ‘bout you tell me what we need while i make some breakfast for the two of us? How do pancakes sound?”

“Yeah sure, whatever?” Chuckling at your disinterest he placed a tender kiss to your cheek, before proceeding into the kitchen. “Wait, Joey! What if we get something to eat on our way to the shelter?”

Suddenly standing in the kitchen next to him startled your boyfriend, nearly causing him to drop the pan because of it. "Y-Yeah sure, just, don't sneak up to me again? Ever? Especially not with a pan in hand? Please?”

You really must’ve scared the boy.

“Would please get ready? We got to go!”, you urged your boyfriend whilst getting ready yourself.

Not even five minutes later you were in the car on your way to the café the two of you met nearly four years ago.

Neither of you were particularly hungry, well you were but, the excitement… so you kept breakfast short.

Next stop was the Petco in downtown LA, where you got everything the kitten will need. At one point you were even sure you had lost Joe somewhere while looking for a cat tree. You spent about an hour getting various things such as food and water bowls, a bed, litter box, toys and grooming tools for the kitten, etc. before you had everything.

The last stop was the shelter. Finally.

As soon as you were inside the building you dragged your boyfriend to the cats in the far back. Joe was overwhelmed, seeing all the small kitten and grown cats in cages, he wanted to adopt them all. Every single one of them. Well that was until one of the older ones reached out for him, claws out.

The look of pure horror on his face made you laugh, “Are you scared of this cutie?”

“Pfft no. I have this terrified look on my face because of all the fun I’m having!”

Still laughing you walked over to the little ones, looking at the playing bunch. One stood out the most to you. It was smaller than the others, with big green eyes and grey, black white and brown fur. It felt just like when you met Joe for the first time, love at first sight.

“Joey! Come look at this one! Can we- please?”, you called out to him, not letting the little ball of fur out of sight.

He was by your side immediately, looking at it as well. His expression matched yours, pure adoration for the little creature, “Yes. That’s the one.”

It looked just like a little tiger, just different colours, but there was something so wild behind it’s eyes you almost thought it was.

One of the volunteers nearby overheard you talking and was more than happy that one of them found a new loving home. She got the one you wanted, informing you that it’s a he and that she’ll let you have some time with him while getting all his papers ready.

“We need a name”, stated your boyfriend white petting the kitten, scratching behind his ears.

Joe really did not want to leave the kitten, pretty sure now after not even five minutes he loved the little one more than he loves you - but you can’t hold it against him - so it was you who needed to get all the paperwork done and eventually drive you back to your apartment.

The two of you were playing with the little one for most of the day, only stopping to try and teach him how to use the litter box and for Joe to explain in which rooms he was allowed to go into and which ones are taboo.

Later in the evening the three of you were cuddled up on the couch, watching whatever was on TV. “We still don’t have a name for him”, you smiled softly at the purring kitten in your lap.

“I like Jeff.”

“As in Jeff Goldblum?”

“Yup! If you want?”

“Can we name it Jeff Murphy? Because you were just the cutest in that movie! Like this little fella”, you grinned at your boyfriend, noticing the slight blush covering his cheeks.

“Jeff Murphy it is!”

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[xtrashmammalstefx]

Hey Fam I'm Fucking Salty! 🤬

As you all know I write fanfiction. To be specific oneshots that are either smut or fluff or a mix of both at times. I posted a Queen one shot a few months ago called 'March of the Black Queen' in which I included a very clear list of warnings. Well recently, after a bit of a hiatus, I got inspired to write again so I went through my old stuff to see where I left off in my Queen Repertoire series (where said one shot was). That is when I noticed that my one shot was GONE! Out of curiosity I went through my other works and discovered another story was also removed. I'm salty because I recieved no warning or notification from the tumblr moderators that they were going to do this exact thing. I mean I get some things aren't allowed here but GOD DAMMIT THEY COULD AT LEAST HAVE THE BALLS TO TELL ME TO TAKE THE STORIES DOWN INSTEAD OF DOING IT BEHIND MY FUCKING BACK!

Anyway since tumblr decided to pull this bullshit I have decided to change things up a bit. Since fluff is still okay I will continue to post those here. The smut, however, will from now on be posted on my AO3 account: silent_writer_stef. I will link the Queen Repertoire series once I've posted them there and will let you know as soon as they are up.

Thank you for be awesome my fellow readers and writers. If it weren't for you I wouldn't be fighting this bullshit fight.

Love u all,

xtrashmammalstefx

[halsteadsbradshaw]

Sorry but Joseph Francis Mazzello III isnt boyfriend material, hes husband material

[gayspamer]

Joe at interviews (Part 1/?) 

[deaky-trash]

The Rain Doesn’t Always Ruin Everything | Joe Mazzello x F!Reader

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x F!Reader

Warnings: Light swearing

Word Count: 650

This is for @sohoneyspreadyourwings​‘ secret santa event, so I hope y’all enjoy

I was supposed to write for @mistymazzello​, hope you like it, darling!!! <3 :)

Joe had been planning his proposal to his long-time girlfriend for nearly a year at this point, and he was both giddy with excitement and extremely nervous for today’s date. What if she said no? What would he do then? He was so hopelessly in love with her, he couldn’t imagine what he would do without her. It would break his poor heart.

He made sure to wake up extra early that morning, just to make Y/N breakfast. If he could, he would pamper and spoil her with everything she could ever ask for. That’s how much he loved her. He would go through anything for her, and she would do the same for him. 

He had made all of her favorite breakfast foods, no matter how difficult or time-consuming it would have been. Y/N woke up that morning to the apartment filled with the warm, inviting smells of freshly-cooked pancakes and sausage. Though the two scents were dominant and stood tall over the others, she could smell the other foods her boyfriend had prepared for her.

She had walked into the kitchen to see a spread of dishes across the island. Y/N smiled and chuckled a bit, going up to Joe and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “What’s all this for?” she asked, looking up at him. “I just felt like making you breakfast this morning,” Joe replied, pulling Y/N into a tight hug. “Don’t lie to me, Joey, you never make breakfast. What did you forget this time?” She teased, crossing her arms. “I didn’t forget anything! I just wanted to take the burden of breakfast off your shoulders for once.” Y/N laughed in response and shrugged, deciding to, instead of arguing, enjoy the breakfast her boyfriend had made her.

Joe had already packed up a huge spread for their dinner in the park. Y/N refused the date, but Joe, being the stubborn one that he is, insisted she go on a picnic with him that night for dinner. “The weather is gonna be perfect, babe! There isn’t going to be any other opportunity to do this!” he explained, hoping and praying it wouldn’t rain like it was predicted to. 

His prayers fell on deaf ears, however, and after only ten minutes into the date, the couple hid under a bus stop near the edge of the park, laughing and giggling at Joe’s inability to see the prominent rain clouds in the sky when they got in the car. “You’re such a dumbass!” Y/N giggled, shoving her boyfriend’s arm playfully. “Hey! I’m your dumbass! You chose me!” Joe smiled, his eyes twinkling softly as he looked at her.

“Hey, Y/N/N, I need to ask you something,” he said softly, his tone becoming a bit more serious. “What is it Joe? You know you can ask me anything,” Y/N replied, her smile fading softly.

Joe inhaled softly, grabbing Y/N’s hand and grabbing a small, navy blue velvet box from the picnic basket. The man got down on one knee in typical proposal fashion and opened the small box, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring. Y/N’s eyes were nearly the size of her head and she began tearing up, covering her mouth with her free hand as she smiled wide.

Y/N was silent as Joe asked that fateful question. Her vision was blurred with tears as she looked down at him, time seemingly slowing down. The words came out of his mouth and it felt like a dream come true. “Will you marry me?”

She nodded softly, speechlessly hugging Joe tightly as if she was going to squeeze the breath out of him. Joe teared up as he saw her nod, smiling wide. His heart swelled with joy as he wrapped his arms around her in return. He’d give anything to be in this moment forever.

[cupboardzllo]

Hey! Could you write something about Joe with a Brazilian girlfriend? There is no need to look for something specific about Brazil, something cute between them, like him trying to teach their daughter something like baseball, she laughs at his difficulties. Thank you xxx

yes, yes, a hundred yes!! ahH honestly Dad!Joe is such a cute concept-it fits Joe really well. this is my first req ever and i hope you like it! Sorry it's not that long :) (that's what she said)

•••

Unpatient | Joe Mazzello

"Patricia Francis Mazzello, hey, stop, wouldn't ya?," Joe half-yelled to his 4 year old daughter who is now furiously hitting the fence of your house's backyard.

Patricia, or how you and Joe liked to call her, Pat, scoffed. "But, but i can't hit the ball!," she angrily shouted while stomping her feet to the ground. Joe quickly took the baseball bat off of her hands, then ruffling his daughter's black, long hair.

"Now, slow down, love." Joe said, wiping Pat's tear which fell because of her frustation. "We can start again, right? And-and we still have the next day, and the next day, so much time to learn. I believe you can do it, you just need to be patient enough to learn."

Your daughter stopped crying and slowly looked at Joe. "Y-you sure?," she sniffed, and Joe smiled.

"A hundred percent sure."

Without noticing, you actually have been watching the two. You were going to serve them some lemonade to freshen up, until you heard your daughter hitting the fence. Yes, you secretly listened to your daughter struggling, and Joe calming her down.

It doesn't take that long until they both laughed again, Joe probably threw some lame joke to make Patricia smile--then, they started on their baseball journey again.

A few minuted has passed, and you can see that they're both exhausted, so you called them to sip on some snacks and drinks. Patricia ran to you, screaming a very excited Mommy! And hugged you.

"Hi beautiful, how long have you been there?," Joe asked, and gave you a small kiss, in which Patricia responded by saying yuck.

"Just a few minutes," you answered, while Joe gulped his lemonade down. Patricia then sat on your lap, telling you that she suceeded to hit a few balls. You praised her, and ruffled her hair, saying good job! countless times.

You and joe sprawled your legs on the grass, while Patricia decided to run around and play with your dog, Lily. You smiled and turned to Joe.

"She may have my hair and my eyes," you said. "But she takes so much from you, Mazzello. You guys are clones."

Joe let out a laugh. "Because she hit the fence?."

You giggled. "Yeah. We really should watch Undrafted together."

"Well, she's also Pat. Just Patricia, not Pat Murray," he said, then scooting closer and gripping your waist. "She's also very gorgeous. And very unpatient. Just like her mom."

You scoffed. "Hey! I'll let the gorg one slide, but i'm pretty sure i have a pretty good meter of patience."

"Well, last night on our bed, you-"

"jOE!."

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[warren-lauren]

Number 11, 12 and 10 from your prompt list with Joe or roger, please?

I wrote something a little fluffy with Joe… Hope you like it!

Warnings: swearing, cute Joe, PHOTO CREDIT - to whoever owns it, thank you!

10 - it’s not nearly as bad as it looks, darlin’

11 - don’t you know how to knock?

12 - it’s not what it looks like

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Not how it looks.

You let out a heavy sigh as you finally stepped into your shared flat, ready to relax after a terrible day at work but the shouting and laughter that came from the living room meant it was highly unlikely. You dropped your bag by the door and peeked off your drenched coat before walking towards the chaos.

You smiled to yourself hearing the recognizable sound of Gwilym laughing and Joe shouting about something.

Ben, your best friend, and flatmate smiled as he noticed you walk in. "Hey! You’re- wet.“ He frowned getting up from the sofa.

"You look like a drowned rat, Y/N.” Gwilym teased from where he sat on the sofa.

You rolled your eyes at his lame joke. “Yeah, I feel like one too.” You sighed. “The cherry on top of the shit storm of a cake that has been my day.”

Ben chuckled before he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I’ll put the kettle on, you have a shower and that.” He offered, walking off into the kitchen.

You thanked him before actually saying ‘hello’ to the boys then disappearing off to your bedroom.

Usually, you’d spend close to half an hour in the shower 'relaxing’ and thinking about a certain Mazzello, but since Gwilym and Joe were about you didn’t risk it. However, you did feel a whole lot better once you stepped out

Just as you were reaching for your towel the door (no thanks to Ben’s DIY attempt at fixing the lock) burst open.

You screamed out trying to cover yourself as Joe shut his eyes. “Don’t you know how to knock?” You screeched.

“Sorry, Y/N, sorry.”

Joe was holding his hand out in front of him, his face contorted as he let out a pained groan. “What’s wrong?” You asked as you secured your towel around yourself.

“I need the first-aid kit,” He answered with his eyes still shut. “Ben spilled hot tea all over me.”

Your eyes widened. “Shit, Joe, are you alright?”

He nodded. “It’s not nearly as bad as it looks, darlin’.”

“C'mere,” You took his other hand, giggling as you noticed him keeping his eyes closed. “You hmm, you can open your eyes, Joe.” You smiled, now safely wrapped in your towel.

Joe opened his eyes slowly, a light blush tinting his cheeks. “M'sorry.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. Sit.” You pointed to the toilet seat before turning the cold tap on, directing his burnt hand over the sink. “Keep it under until I say.”

He nodded letting out a small hiss. “I can, ah, do it myself.” He answered.

You gave him a doubtful look. “So, you know where everything is then?”

“There.” He pointed to a set of draws under the sink where you kept spare toilet rolls.

“Not even close.” You laughed at him. You reached up and opened the cabinet above the sink and pulled open the door, pulling out the first aid kit. “So,” You glanced towards Joe as you looked for what you needed to tend to his burn. “How did Ben manage to burn you?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“He walked into me with your drink.” Joe sighed looking up to you.

You frowned. “And you were doing what?”

“Nothing.” He gasped mockingly making you smile even more before you raised a knowing eyebrow at him. He let out a defeated sigh. “I was… jumping, around.”

You burst out laughing at him, letting your head fall back as you did. “I knew it.”

Joe watched you with a dopey grin on his face, he loved the sound of your laugh. “Yeah, okay,” He began laughing.

“Sorry,” You knelt in front of him whilst you tended to his burn. “I think you’ll live.” You teased him, looking up to find he was already looking at you. “What?”

“You’re very beautiful,” He smiled, reaching up with his good hand to wipe a droplet of water from your cheek.

You were quick to dismiss him, waving your hand in front of you. “You’re only saying that 'cause you saw me naked.”

Joe scoffed. “I wasn’t even thinking about that. I am now,” Joe grinned cheekily at you making you laugh too before silence settled between the two of you. “What would you say if, I hmm, I were to ask you out, on a, on a date?” Joe smiled softly at you.

You raised your eyebrow at him before speaking. “The naked thing do for you, uh?” You bit back your giggle, Joe rolling his eyes with his own grin.

“Want me to get naked too?” Joe stood up abruptly almost knocking you over and began to unbutton his shirt. “'Cause, I will.”

“No, no, stop,” You shook your head standing back up, laughing along with Joe as you tried to stop him from undressing. Joe had his shirt unbuttoned halfway when you got him to stop, the two of you practically wrapped up in each others arms. “Why do you want to go on a date?”

Joe smiled softly at you, reaching up to curl a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Because, I like you, Y/N… and you’ve got great tits.” He gave you a shameless wink, making you laugh again at him.

“What the…?” Ben’s head popped round the corner of the doorway, his eyes wide with shock. “Fuck, you don’t mess around, do ya’ pal?” Ben winked with a smug grin.

You began blushing, stepping away from Joe as he tried to re-button his shirt, blushing also at what Ben was implying.

“Oh, no, it’s not what it looks like, man.” Joe followed after Ben as he left the bathroom, already spouting off to Gwilym about what he’d just walked into before he’d even reached the end of the hallway.

You made a hasty retreat back to your bedroom, hearing the boys teasing Joe in the living room and thankfully you didn’t have to pass by.

Just before you closed your door you heard Joe’s frustrated voice. “She hasn’t said yes yet, which, is your fault,”

You let out a small giggle to yourself, closing the door.

Of course, it was a yes, and you would tell him, but you were going to let him squirm first. He has to work for it, he had just seen you naked for nothing.

[anxiouslymalicious]

Beat You To It

Pairing: Ben Hardy x (fem) Reader

Summary: Periods are usually full of ups and downs, a bumpy ride, especially emotionally. This time, however, your emotions are all over the place as you just started taking the pill. But nothing could prepare you for the emotional roller coaster ride that ensues, especially as Ben comes home earlier from filming abroad.

Word Count: 2631 (oops?)

Warnings: none I think? Unless you count bad writing and talks about periods as one?

A/N: This is my first time writing something and actually publishing it. I hope you enjoy it!

It was a quiet Saturday night. You and Frankie were alone in the flat you and Ben moved into almost a year ago and although Frankie was a sweet pup, you still felt terribly lonely. The reason was simple.

Hormones. Birth control pills, to be exact.

The two of you had been talking about you going on birth control one quiet night when you were cuddled up on the sofa, a trashy tv show playing on the tv. You had been having troubles with your period for quite some time now and your doctor suggested using birth control to get it back on track. It wasn’t serious so you didn’t think about it too much. Ben then joked that he would be able to find out what sex without a condom feels like, but it might have been the light buzz of the wine you had opened during dinner. Neither of you mentioned it again, but the thought never left your mind. So, as soon as Ben told you when he would be leaving for filming, you made an appointment with your gyn and asked for a prescription of the pill, which you had promptly received.

Now, it was about 3 weeks later and you were on your first period while being on the pill and it was… Something.

Obviously, you and your doctor talked about the side effects of the pill and she told you about what to expect during the first three months, but you did not expect for the side effects to hit you nearly as hard as they did.

Besides light nausea shortly after taking the pill the first few days, you thought that the little hormone pills were treating you good. Until your first period arrived.

One advantage of taking birth control pills was that your cramps would be less intense and your periods in general would be easier on you. Or at least that’s what everyone told you. What they forgot to mention, though, was that the first period on the pill might not be that easy on you.

And so, you were drowning in self-pity.

Your period had started a day late, it was a Friday morning and you awoke with pain in your abdomen. Groaning, you turned around, trying to reach for Ben, but your hand only managed to find Frankie, curled up into a tiny ball of fur, laying on Ben’s side of the bed. A sigh escaped your lips as you remembered that he was still filming and only supposed to come back next week. No matter how often he left, your mind never ceased to forget that he wasn’t there when you woke up.

Tears welled up in your eyes. How badly you needed him at this moment to just hold you. Maybe make you breakfast in bed. And give you back rubs. And treat you like a queen. Just for today.

Nonetheless, you pushed through the day. Although your emotions were all over the place (you had yelled at three people, cried as you found out that you ran out of your favourite cereal, laughed your arse off at Frankie trying to catch her own tail and all of that even before leaving for work), the cramps were intense and your head felt as though a truck ran over it, you got through the whole work day. You couldn’t have been happier when you came home, greeted by Frankie’s happy barking and the warmth of your flat.

The rest of your day, you had spent on the couch in the living room, eating pizza, watching whatever was on tv whenever your pain killers didn’t knock you out and Ben even called sometime during the evening.

Ben always called you when he was gone. It was only on very rare occasions that he didn’t manage to call you and talk with you sometime during the day and even on those days, he recorded a voice message before passing out on his bed and making up for the missed call as soon as possible.

Your phone calls with Ben were almost therapeutic. Both of you managed to talk about anything that was bothering you. Whether it was your annoying colleagues, a scene that worried him, or just talking about the dreams you two had and trying to make up the funniest meanings. One time, you two managed to talk about how your dream about stargazing meant that you possessed the ability to live in space and were actually born as a product of a star dying, but you couldn’t go back because you needed the doctor to help you and so you needed to wait for him and his Tardis to appear.

This time, it was just him being overly excited about how well everything was going and how awesome everyone on set was. You really wanted to tell him how bad you felt, but that would also ruin the surprise of telling him that you guys wouldn’t need a condom the next time you two were in the heat of the moment.

And now, it was Saturday night. You had barely moved from your seat on the couch unless you really had to, like when you had to go on a walk with Frankie, go to the bathroom yourself or get open the door for the delivery person bringing yet another order of yours. Last night, you had seen a tv trailer for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and you couldn’t stop a few stray tears from falling as you stared into Dumbledore’s sickly pale face. You already knew back then that you would regret watching that movie. But you did it anyway.

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling, not even if you tried, as you watched the heart-breaking scenes take place.

As you were so busy wailing like a baby, wrapped up in your favourite blanket with an empty cup of tea on the coffee table and empty take out boxes and chocolate wrappers splayed out all over the coffee table, you did not notice Frankie jumping up with curiosity at something she heard.

You also didn’t hear the jingling of the keys in the lock of your flat.

Or the sound of a bag dropping in the living room.

Not even the sound of an incredibly deep laughter managed to pull you out of your trance.

You flinched as you felt a hand on your shoulder, the sudden touch scaring you, and a shrill scream escaped your lips. In a moment of fear, your body involuntarily tried to move to the other end of the couch, your abdomen cramping up at the unexpected movement. You whimpered softly at the pain, wrapping your arms around yourself in an effort to ease the pain at least a bit.

“Hey, princess, it’s me, calm down.”, Ben almost laughed at your reaction. Until he noticed your dishevelled appearance.

Your hair was all over the place, your eyes bloodshot from the little amount of sleep you caught the previous night and the many crying sessions you had over the past 48 hours. Your cheeks were puffy and flushed and tear streaks stained your skin. Chocolate was smeared in the corner of your lips.

You were wearing one of Ben’s old sweatshirts which he should have gotten rid off ages ago, but you always saved it from its doom in the trash by saying that it was far too comfortable to throw it away.

Pants had long been abandoned, or at least Ben assumed so as he saw one of your bare legs sticking out from under the blanket that he knew you only pulled out if you were in need of comfort.

“Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?”, Ben was now worried. He had never seen you like this before. He was now kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, grasping your hands. This only caused more tears to fall. You had officially ruined the surprise. Ben wasn’t supposed to be home yet. He was scheduled to come next week, when your period was over and you were feeling great.

But there he was, seated in front of you, his green eyes staring right into your own (y/e/c) orbs, trying to put together the pieces, but failing.

Frankie had now joined you, laying her head comfortingly in your lap, almost like she was trying to encourage you to tell him what was going on. And you tried.

But all you managed to get out was a weird brabbled speech.

“He-he- Dumbledore, he died and I cried, but you weren’t supposed to find out until Thursday, when you came back and you were not supposed to be here yet. But now he died and you’re here but you shouldn’t be. And Frankie was supposed to help and- and I didn’t want to watch it, but it just kind of happened because I cannot resist Harry Potter and you know that.”, you didn’t make sense. Not to Ben, not to yourself.

“Y/N, are you drunk, love?” Ben was now trying not to burst out laughing, gently placing his hands on your cheeks and wiping the fresh tears away from your cheeks.

“No, I’m not, I haven’t had a sip of alcohol in months! Oh wait, that’s a lie. I’m lying to you and myself. It was just last week. I’m not an alcoholic, though, I swear.”, you sobbed, defending yourself.

“Then what’s going on, love?” soft giggles emerged from Ben’s lips as he watched you. He really didn’t want to, but watching you was more than just hilarious.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment. A new wave of tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him.

“I started taking birth control pills, but didn’t tell you because I wanted to surprise you. And now I’m on my period and you’re home early and ruined the surprise. I had it all planned out! Wanted to cook for you, wear something sexy, seduce you and tell you that you wouldn’t need a condom, but now you’re here and caught me crying over a movie I have seen a few hundred times already.” You were watching Ben’s face closely, awaiting some kind of negative reaction.

“Oh, love, really? You put yourself through all this stress for me?”, Ben was amazed. You nodded silently, afraid that if you opened your mouth, you would only keep on sobbing.

Ben now moved onto the couch, pulling you into him and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“I love you, Y/N. I really do. Thank you so much.”, whispered Ben as he ran his hand through your hair, trying to calm you. Nothing but love and adoration were in his voice, and the moment would have been perfect, if it wasn’t for Frankie suddenly barking. Neither of you had noticed that you were almost crushing the little dog in between your bodies as you hugged and were now feeling unbelievably sorry.

“Tell you what, love. I’ll clean up a bit while you move to the bedroom and then we’ll cuddle and I’ll rub your belly. How does that sound?”, asked Ben, softly kissing your temple as he wiped away the last stray tears on your cheeks.

“Sounds perfect. Marry me please?”, you asked, only half joking. Ben chuckled as he got up and placed a kiss onto your lips, then wiped at the corner to wipe away the chocolate that was still smeared there. A light giggle left your lips as you watched your beloved boyfriend disappear in the hallway, probably to grab a bin or something to get rid off the trash. You followed him shortly after, your blanket wrapped around you, walking on shaky legs into the bedroom and dropping your tired body on the bed.

Just as you were about to doze off, you heard the sound of Frankie’s paws hitting the floor before she tried to jump onto the bed. A soft smile grew on your lips as you moved to look at her, gently petting her.

“Thank you so much for sneaking into my flat a few years back, you little rascal. Without you I may have never met your hooman and we wouldn’t be right here right now. My life wouldn’t be the same without you two.”, you whispered lovingly to her.

“Our lives wouldn’t be the same without you either, Y/N.”, mumbled Ben from the doorway of the room. He had a glass of water in one hand, a heating pad in the other. He gave you a soft smile, that one special smile that only you got to see. It was so soft, barely noticeable at times, yet so full of love and adoration. You couldn’t help but fall in love with him a little more whenever he smiled that special smile.

He set the glass on the nightstand, then opened his fist to drop a pain killer next to it. “Just in case you need one. Don’t feel like getting up again.”, Ben explained in a mumble. You nodded.

He then changed into his pyjamas before he lay next to you, moving as close as possible. Grabbing the heating pad, he turned it on and gently placed it on your tummy as you lay with your head on his chest. His heartbeat was calming to you. You knew that he was alright and safe, right there next to you.

“Hey, love?” Ben’s voice was soft.

“Yes, love?”, you asked in reply, looking up at him. You hadn’t felt this content in a while, not since Ben left for filming, and you didn’t want for that moment to end. Ben was grinning at you now, like he knew something that you didn’t.

“I never answered your question.”

“What question?” You were confused.

“The one about marrying you.”

“Oh.” Your heart skipped a beat in fear. Was that too much? Could you blame it on the hormones?

Ben’s hand was in a fist, only using two fingers to lift your hand lightly as his other hand was running through your hair.

“Guess you kind of beat me to the question. But I beat you to the ring.”, he whispered, looking at you intently as his hand opened and laid the ring in your hand. You looked at him like you couldn’t believe what was happening. By all means, you couldn’t.

“Well, what do you say, love?”, you asked as yet another wave of tears welled up in your eyes.

“I say ‘let’s put a ring on it’.”, he grinned, carefully slipping the simple gold band onto your ring finger. Neither of you could stop yourself from smiling as you moved to press a lingering kiss to his lips, your fingers finding his cheek and gently tracing it.

“I love you with all my heart, Ben.”, you whispered as you parted from the kiss.

“I love you with all my soul, Y/N.”, he whispered back.

“Today was such an emotional roller coaster ride. Let’s go to sleep and celebrate tomorrow.”, you whispered, pressing another kiss to his cheek. With a sigh, you got up to go to the bathroom one last time before going to bed.

Needless to say, that your phone was blowing up with messages from Joe when you came back.

‘Y/N Y/L/N, how DARE you steal MY MAN?!’

‘Cardy B and I are very disappointed.’

‘And you didn’t even ask for our blessing!’

“Sorry, princess. I couldn’t help myself and just had to tell someone.”, Ben grinned at you like a four-year-old who had just stolen some sweets. You playfully rolled your eyes at him, moved to lie down on the bed and plugged in your phone before typing one single message to Joe.

‘Guess I beat you to it.’

 A/N2: This was based on my actual experience as I was put on the pill for troubles with my period, except I am as single as I could possibly be and was sending my friends some of the things you can read here as hilarious voice messages. They had the time of their lives, I think?