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borhap-au · 4 years ago

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Joe Mazzello - the fluffy chronicles.

Only an assistant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always.”

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officially-multi-fandom · 4 years ago

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Tangled hearts - A Series

A Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader Tangled A.U.

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Summary: a girl trapped in a tower always calls for an adventure. what happens when she meets a certain auburn haired thief? turns out, he not only steals precious possessions, but he can also steal hearts.

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tagging : @mazzell-ro // @aspiringsomeone // @ilikebigstucks // @lizgarxo // @somarsword//

taglist is open!!

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Notes : A huge thank you to @mazzell-ro! she helped motivate me to write this series, if you haven’t already, please check her out, she’s amazing!

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Series Masterlist :

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Prologue

One

Two

Three

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x fem!reader #fanfiction #joe mazzello au #bohemian rhapsody #rami malek #lucy boynton #ben hardy #gwilym lee #fluff

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joeymozzarello · 5 years ago

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Pen to Paper

Chapter Seven

Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.

Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character

Words: 1,511

A/N: i wrote part of this chapter on the same day i wrote chapter one. i’ve been waiting to post it for so long, i hope you enjoy<3

“It was a mistake,” Julie said, voice full of regret, trying not to cry. “I shouldn’t have done it, it was a mistake--” Tim stepped forward, hand on his chin, staring down at the mess Julie had made. He took a breath in, opened his mouth, and then closed it shut. “I’m dead. I’m dead. This is it, Americans still have the death penalty, right? I’m dead.”

Tim sighed. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not that bad--” he paused and then looked back at her, scrunching his face. “Okay, it’s kinda bad, but you’ll be fine, I’m sure it’s happened before.”

Julie gave him the deadest look she could muster. “Have you ever printed seven hundred pages of porn from a company printer?” Julie pointed at the printer (which was still going) and the paper spewed out on the floor, showing some very graphic images. “Not only is this a disgrace but I have managed to singlehandedly kill the environment,” she fell into a chair and dropped her face in her hands. Tim held back a giggle as he walked to the back of the printer and unplugged it.

He sat next to her with a grin on his face. “So you clicked on a link from a spam email. Lots of baby boomers have done that--” Julie looked up and hit his arm. Tim started laughing, that most comfortable she’d ever seen him, basking in her embarrassment.

“It’s not funny!” She hit him again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He giggled. “I just can’t believe you didn’t think about unplugging it in the first place,” he smiled at her so you could see all of his teeth. I could punch him right now-- or kiss him, I could do that too-- she stopped that thought right in its tracks. They hadn’t talked about that night, not one word, and Julie was lowkey glad. She couldn’t handle rejection and she definitely couldn’t handle a relationship, or worse, she was shit scared she was going to end up being a casual love affair-- that would be worse than rejection. So she ignored the fact that it even happened.

“I froze, okay? I freaked out!”

Tim picked up the pages and looked at them, tilting his head. Julie knotted her eyebrows and then hit him again. “Stop hitting me!” There was laughter in his voice but his face was pensive. “What if we give it to the homeless? I’m sure they aren’t getting any--” he dodged another hit. “Alright fine, what do you wanna do with these?”

Julie hung her head in shame. “I don’t know! Shred them, forget this day ever happened,” she sighed. Tim shrugged.

“Alright, whatever you say,” he started collecting the sheets from the ground. “It’s a shame we can’t even use it as scrap paper.”

“Haha, very funny, Timothy,” she rolled her eyes and begun picking things up.

They shredded every bit of paper they’d printed and strangely enough, what she felt most guilty about was the waste of paper. Oh environment Gods, please don’t kill me. She didn’t say this to Tim, he would’ve just made fun of her and she couldn’t handle that right now.

It took two hours.

“What’s the time?” Julie asked, fanning herself with her hand. The heating was too far up and she was wearing a wooly jumper. Tim came up from behind her and patted her hair, an action that felt so intimate somehow. She bit her lip to stop herself saying anything stupid.

“It’s almost four,” he said, walking around her towards his desk. He wasn’t looking at her. “Hey, do you wanna go get ice cream or something?”

“It’s November,” she brushed a hand through her fringe to get it out of her eyes, it flicked back as soon as she let go.

“So?” He turned around and leaned back on his desk, playing with a ball of rubber bands, his auburn hair glistening in the dim lighting of the room, his eyes screaming trouble.

“Isn’t that against the rules?”

“When have we ever followed the rules?”

~+~

Julie spoke through a mouthful of ice cream, a smile taking up most of her face, desperately trying to put it away so she could swallow her food. “You’re the worst when it comes to detail, you speak in generalizations only,” she chuckled. Tim gave her a playful gasp with a hand over his chest. “It’s true!” she shut her eyes. “I bet you don’t even know what color my eyes are.”

Tim was silent. Blue, he wanted to say, of course, they’re blue. They’re as blue as the cleanest ocean and the clearest sky. They’re crystal clear and they give everything away. Every glint of excitement, every annoying thought, everything. How could I ever miss the color of your eyes, the depth of your stares, the warmth of your thoughts? How could I ever? Instead, with a sad smile on his face, he said, “I dunno, green? A hazel-y color?”

She opened her eyes with a loud laugh pointing at her eyes and twisting her face. “Come on, Tim, they’re blue, the easiest color to remember!” She took another spoonful of her ice cream. “I guess I was right, you’re not that observant after all,” she smiled.

The past week had been torture for Tim Murphy. He saw Julie every day, he watched her as she awkwardly stumbled past his office, as she took everyone’s coffee order, as she laughed at the librarian’s unfunny jokes and as she pretended nothing happened between the two of them. He wanted to say something, every day he built himself up to talk to her and ask her what it all meant, if it meant anything at all, if he wasn’t the only one to feel all those squirmy feelings every time he saw her, only to then crumble at the sight of her.

He watched her tuck her hair behind her ear as she licked some ice cream from the corner of her mouth, his stomach flipped. He swallowed, pulling his eyes away from her and back to his little cone. He cleared his throat. “So have you figured out your financial situation, yet?” He asked as kindly as he could but he was sure that somehow it came out wrong. “I mean-- if you’re okay with sharing, I just wanted to make sure that, um...”

She put her hand on his shoulder. God, he was being so awkward. “You’re fine,” she grinned. “My dad transferred me some money that should help till the end of the month, but I have to go back to England for Christmas-- those were his terms,” she shrugged. He tried not to look disappointed. Not because he wasn’t happy about her being back on her feet and being able to eat a full meal but-- he didn’t know why.

“That’s good,” he said passively, with the fakest smile on his face.

She tilted her head with a confused look on her face. “Are you sure bout that, buddy?” She teased. His face flushed. “But thank you for asking. It’s good to have a friend here, you had me scared at the beginning, I thought you didn’t like me,” Julie did that thing where she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from feeling awkward.

Friend.

F r i e n d.

Tim took a half breath in and laughed. “Hang on, hang on, who said we were friends? Who told you I liked you?”

“Oh? Oh my gosh, I must’ve gotten you confused with--” she paused. “Shit! Are you not Bill Nye the Science Guy? I thought I was hanging with him! I’m so sorry to bother you, sir,” they both burst out laughing at how stupid that was.

“My, oh my, that was tragic,” he wiped a fake tear. Just like that, she made him feel so light and--

She looked at her phone. “Holy shit, is that the time?” Her eyes were wide. “Tim you have a meeting in six minutes! The head of the department is coming in just for this!” Tim dropped his spoon just as his stomach dropped-- he didn’t know if it was nerves or if it was because their hang out was being cut short.

Julie picked up her bag, and pulled Tim’s arm. “Come on, man, we gotta go!” She tugged at him as he picked up his jacket and then they were off.

Tim and Julie ran a ten-minute walk in under six minutes.

They got to the conference room meeting just as they were about to shut the door. Dr Connors was already in there, eyeing the two of them and she mouthed ‘hurry up’ as she saw Tim.

He was about to go in when Julie stopped him by grabbing his sleeve. “Look at me,” she said, a very serious look on her face. She licked her thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth. “There ya go, perfect.”

Tim walked into the conference room, his heart beating faster than he ever thought it could.

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#dr tim murphy #Tim Murphy #tim murphy au #jurassic park #jurassic world #joe mazzello #joe mazzello au

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confusedhalfofthetime · 5 years ago

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Co-star Pt.19

Here is a bit of Joe POV and Lucy being a real good friend

Let me know your thoughts, your critics and your guess for what will happen next!

Did you get the Supernatural reference?

Tags: @warriorteam1924 @painandpleasure86 @pittaesthetic @lauuerodz

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x y/n #joe mazzello au #joe mazzello social media au #social media au #au #co-star #borhap au #borhap #bohemian rapsody movie #bohemian rhapsody cast #bohemian rapshody

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walking-true-to-style · 6 years ago

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Joe caught you sleeping face-down on the couch.

Requested by anonymous

#queen x reader #queen #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello au #joe mazzello x oc #borhap x reader #borhap x you #borhap imagine

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timxmurphy · 5 years ago

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Is That Alright? || high school!Tim Murphy

A/N: gosh I haven’t updated this blog in forever so here's a little thing I wrote for Tim!! It’s pretty short, only about 500 words. Idk if it’s gonna stay a blurb or if I’m gonna make it a full blown fic or not, so stay tuned!!

Holly Banks emerged from the lunch line, holding a plastic tray of cafeteria food. Peering into the vast sea of high schoolers, she let out a sigh of relief when her eyes landed on someone familiar: a boy from her history class. Holly couldn’t remember his name at the moment, but she was sure it would come to her at some point. Mustering up the courage to approach him, she set out towards his table. It was empty except for him, and she was grateful that she wouldn’t have to talk to a table full of loud, unfamiliar teenagers.

It was always difficult to make friends whenever Holly moved. She hadn’t had a real best friend in years, since her family was always moving due to her father’s job. She constantly wished for a companion, or at least someone to pass the time with.

Adrenaline racing through her body, Holly stood right in front of the boy and cleared her throat. He didn’t move. She cleared it again, a little louder this time, and he almost jumped from his seat onto the floor.

“Can I sit here? Is that alright?” The boy could barely make out what she said through all the noise. Holly waited with a raised brow. The boy coughed a little and nodded, chewing the peanut butter sandwich he brought from home. She gingerly set her tray down, waiting to see if he’d change his mind. But he just gave her a small smile and continued to eat.

“I’m Holly,” she said over the hustle and bustle of the lunch room. She looked around the room and shifted uncomfortably in the cold plastic chair.

“Tim,” the boy said, looking up from his food. She noticed the freckles dotting his prominent nose. “Hey, aren’t you in my history class?”

“I think so,” Holly picked at the hamburger on her plate, losing her appetite at the sight of its ugly demeanor.

“So, how do you like it here?”

Holly took a moment to think about it. “It’s nice. I don’t really have any friends, though.”

“Well, you have me.”

This time, it was Holly’s turn to look up. Tim was looking right into her eyes, a friendly smile on his lips. Holly’s heart swelled as she smiled back.

“Yeah I guess so.”

Just then, the bell rang. Had it really been 30 minutes? Holly stood and went to dump the uneaten contents of her tray. She hadn’t expected to see Tim waiting for her at their table when she got back. It was a nice surprise.

“Ready?”

“For what?”

“We have history class together!” Holly had almost forgotten about class, her mind was filled with Tim, Tim, Tim…

The two teens walked and talked together leisurely, not having a care in the world if they were late to class or not.

#Tim Murphy #high school AU #dr. tim murphy #dr tim murphy #jurassic park #joe mazzello #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello au

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lovehelpmewrite · 5 years ago

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Quite A Cheeky Little Thing | All You Have To Do Is Fall In Love AU

Other parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Author: Ella - @lovehelpmewrite Pairing: Gwilym Lee / OFC Rating: T Word Count: 2.3k POV: Ella Warnings: nothing, literally nothing Summary: Ella attends a play that Gwil is starring in, and the two go out for a subtly sultry dinner afterwards.

Masterlist found here! Series Summary: Best friends and college roommates Ben, Joe, and Gwil, find themselves tangled up with a group of girls who bring out the best (and worst) in them. Series Warnings: drinking, swearing Authors’ Note: Stories can stand alone, but it’s much better when read all together! Not everything is always in the same tense, or same point of view/perspective.

Ella: What do I even wear to a play?

Gwil: Something nice :)

“Something nice? What does that even- what does he even mean by nice? Like a dress? Like a cocktail dress or evening wear or…” I trailed off nervously, pacing in my room while Sarah and M laid on my bed watching.

“Honestly, I think you’re overthinking it,” Sarah said. She was laying on her back, arm over her eyes to block out the light and minimize whatever hangover she was suffering from.

“I’m not! I can’t show up in a sundress and see everyone else there in evening gowns, Sarah! It’s important to him and I don’t want to embarrass him!”

“Ella, I mean, I know what you mean but I think you’re putting too much on this too,” M said honestly.

I stopped in my pacing and stared at her. “Well then what am I supposed to wear Mic?”

“Why don’t you just ask him?” Sarah asked as she slowly rolled off my bed and started toward the open door. “I’m going back to bed, good luck,” she called over her shoulder.

I turned back to M.

“She’s right.”

I groaned in frustration and walked over and dropped onto my bed facedown.

“M you know I’m not good at this, what if I fuck this up?” I mumbled into the bed.

She just rubbed a hand over my back comfortingly before speaking, “if he’s as great as you’ve been saying, he won’t let you fuck it up.”

I sighed and turned my face so I was looking at her again. “You’re right. You’re both right. I just… I like him a lot and I don’t want to scare him off or something.”

She just hummed in understanding and nodded, watching me think.

I picked my phone up and texted Gwil.

And by nice you mean…?

I dropped it back onto my comforter and looked back at Mic.

“Sorry for being a bitch.”

“It’s okay, I’m pretty used to it.”

I laughed and shoved her shoulder jokingly. “Yeah, I’m sure."

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I smoothed down the skirt of my dress nervously while I stood with the group of other people presumably invited by the cast. I couldn’t help but hold my head a little higher though, as my invite came from the lead actor himself.

We all clapped as the cast made their way down the hallway outside of the theater, a few stopping by their invitees and thanking them with hugs and exchanging of flowers and kisses.

Anxiety jumped in my chest as I watched Gwilym smiling and shaking hands with several of the people he passed, graciously thanking them for coming and for their praise on his performance. He had changed from his last costume into some dress pants and a button up shirt. Finally, his eyes met mine and a large smile overcame his face.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” he spoke, pulling me into a hug

“Oh! Of course, I’m glad I came. You were amazing!” I congratulated. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his back tightly. I closed my eyes at the comforting warmth and pressure of him against me and smiled wider than I have in a long time when we pulled back.

Gwilym turned his eyes down to my dress, his hands remaining on my hips while he looked me over.

“You look… incredible. This dress is just gorgeous on you,” he complimented, eyes staring into mine intensely. I bit my lip nervously as less than kid-friendly responses filled my head.

“Well, wanted to make sure I could keep up with my date. I mean, some of those costumes…” I paused, grinning as he looked down and blushed in embarrassment. Several of his costumes had involved him being shirtless or majorly undressed. “Well, lets just say I don’t know if I can quite hold up to that standard.”

“Well, I can assure you, you’re keeping up just fine. In fact, I’ll probably be the one having trouble keeping up with a woman as beautiful as you,” he countered, turning and leading us down the hall to the exit. He offered his arm and I gratefully slipped my hand into the crook of his elbow, my wrist pressed against the rolled up sleeve of his button down.

“Such a charmer, Gwil,” I grinned, looking up at him while he focused on finding a way through the crowd of leaving people.

Once we were actually out on the street and I could feel the cool night air on my cheeks I felt more at ease, like I normally did around Gwil.

“So there’s this little italian bistro just down the street here, amazing chicken parmesan, amazing steak and fries-”

“Gwil, I uh… I’m a vegetarian,” I said sheepishly, avoiding his eyes.

“Oh! Ah- they um… they have some amazing pasta dishes as well! Salads and, uh… whatnot,” he offered, obviously wracking his brain for ideas.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little to myself, calling his attention back to me.

“What?”

“You’re cute when you’re flustered is all,” I laughed, looking up at him as his cheeks reddened.

“Well then I must be incredibly cute right now,” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Absolutely adorable I’m afraid.”

I watched his blush grow, having to look down at the sidewalk to calm the intense smile on my face while we walked in comfortable silence toward the bistro. Once we were finally inside and getting seated, Gwil pulled my chair out for me making my cheeks warm again as he took his own seat.

“So what can I get for you two?”

“Could we get a bottle of your best Chardonnay? Thank you so much.”

I held up my menu carefully, at first genuinely looking over the options but once I had decided on spaghetti carbonara, I was peeking over the top of it to see Gwilym’s concentrated face while he looked things over.

Finally, the waitress came over with the bottle of wine, and a waiter behind her carrying a small basket of what I could immediately identify as garlic bread. We ordered easily and as soon as I deemed it polite I reached for a piece of the freshly toasted bread tearing off a chunk and humming as I ate it.

“You’re cute when you’re staring, just so you know,” Gwil said suddenly, taking his own piece of garlic bread.

My eyes turned up, embarrassment and panic flitting in my chest but he just smiled at me upon seeing my deep blush.

“Especially when you think I’m not looking.”

“I didn’t think you… sorry,” I mumbled, shifting in my seat and tucking my skirt under my thighs awkwardly.

“It’s okay, like I said, you’re cute when you do it,” he grinned cockily, taking a sip of his wine.

“You know you’re flirtier tonight than you usually are… I like it,” I smirked, tearing off another piece of garlic bread and chewing it slowly.

Gwil sat up a little straighter at my confession and smirked back, eating his own garlic bread.

“Speaking of flirting, our roommates seeming to be getting along well,” I commented, swirling my wine.

“Oh? Which ones?”

I laughed at the realization and cocked my head to the side. “Both of them I guess.”

“Well, Ben and Sarah certainly seem to be getting on well,” he said, gauging my reaction to see if I knew they had already fucked.

“Mmm, at least they do it quietly.”

I tried not to laugh as Gwil nearly choked at the bold statement. He swirled his wine glass absently as he spoke, only flicking them up to mind after the words were spoken.

“So are you- uh… are you quiet as well then?”

I stared into his eyes for a long moment, watching the heat rise up his neck from his unbuttoned collar.

“Sometimes,” I paused, taking another sip of wine. “Usually not.”

For a moment we just stared at each other, seeming to dare the other to make some sort of move.

Of course that all was ended when the waitress decided then was the perfect time to bring our meals. We both cleared our throats and sat up, smiling politely and thanking her as our plates were put down.

Even as I hungrily started eating, I couldn’t help but glance up at Gwilym through my lashes. Definitely more than meets the eye there.

After we had finished dinner we decided to walk around the nearest park for a while, holding hands and continuing to just talk and joke around and tell stories.

“Yeah! She broke my nose!” I laughed, watching Gwil react with mild horror as I recounted the time my sister and I were playing “airplane” and her legs bent and I went crashing into the floor.

“That’s insane!”

“You can still see the line from it, look!” I stopped and turned to face him, pointing to the still faint line I saw on the bridge of my nose every day.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Here,” I said, pulling his arm so he was nearly pressed against my front, face mere inches from my own.

“Ohhh, I see it now,” he murmured, fingers coming up to gently trace over the pale line.

My breath hitched in my throat while I looked up at him, my heartbeat pounding in my ears while his hand slowly moved back to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear sweetly.

“Ella?” He whispered, face moving ever so slowly toward my own, his eyes on my lips.

“Yeah?”

He moved his eyes up to mine. “I’m sorry your sister broke your nose.”

A slow smile grew on my face while my hands came up to rest on his shoulders, slowly moving over them and inward to sit on the sides of his neck.

“Gwil?”

“Yeah?” he answered breathlessly, lips just marginally out of reach.

“Kiss me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He pressed his lips to mine and it was like my heart exploded in my chest. His lips were warm against my own, contrasting to the slight chill of the night air and when his other hand came to rest on the small of my back the heat made me shiver slightly and lean further into him.

Not that either of us were complaining.

He gave a small hum of approval when my hand moved down to his waist and pulled him even closer to me. I could feel his responding grin when he experimentally lowered his hand to grab over my butt and I moaned into his mouth.

When we finally pulled back it was reluctant and slow, both of us pausing and resting our foreheads together.

“Guess you really can’t keep quiet then, huh?” Gwil asked cheekily.

I laughed slightly embarrassed, letting my head drop down to rest against his shoulder. I let myself enjoy his continuous warmth though as his arms came to wrap around me comfortably. I could get used to this.

He walked me back to my dorm after that, both of us reluctant to leave the other. We both stood in front of the outside door to Chatham, holding hands and staring at each other with dopey smiles.

“I had… such an amazing time Gwilym. From a great play,” I took a step closer to him, “to an amazing dinner together,” another step closer, “to a spectacular kiss.” I smirked up at him, my hand moving slowly over his side and ribs to press against his back.

“Quite a cheeky little thing when you’re given the chance, aren’t you?” he grinned back down at me.

I just grinned wider. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Mr. Lee.”

My eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down, kissing me for what probably was the twentieth time tonight. I hummed into it contentedly, vowing to never get tired of the feeling of his lips against mine. We could have stayed like that all night for all I cared and I would have been happy enough.

But all good things must come to an end I suppose, as a muted “oh!” sounded from inside the dorm doors. We pulled back reluctantly, one of my hands on his back and the other fisting his collar, his on my waist and my neck.

And behind the glass of the door stood Ben Jones, face taken over by a large grin.

Gwil and I cleared our throats and let go of each other awkwardly as Ben pushed the door and came outside to stand with us. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest while Gwilym scratched the back of his neck, his other hand resting on his waist.

“Hey Gwil,” Ben greeted knowingly.

“Ben,” Gwil and I greeted at the same time.

“Just came out for a smoke. You?”

Gwil cleared his throat again, seemingly giving Ben the death stare. “Just walking Ella home, mate.”

Ben hummed and nodded knowingly, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. “ I see.” He turned his gaze from Gwil to me and winked, making a definitively embarrassed blush creep up my neck.

“I’m going to- I’m just gonna inside. I had a really great time Gwilym,” I said finally, feeling the awkward tension only get greater.

“I’ll see you on Monday, love,” Gwil said finally, giving me one last soft smile as I pulled open the door and walked inside.

I practically stormed up to our dorm room door, shoving my key in and closing it loudly behind me.

“Sarah, I swear to god I’m going to murder Ben.”

“What? Why, what did he do?”

“He fucking-” I paused to throw my arms around nonsensically. “Interrupted our kiss! I was thinking about inviting him in and Benjamin fucking had to come out and cockblock me!”

M and Sarah both had to hold back laughs and while I was truly frustrated I couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled up my throat, leaving the three of us nearly falling on the floor in laughs at the situation.

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New Year’s Eve, December 2040.

#happy new year everyone!#not much but just something for the holidays #into the blue and sunny morn’#and the night followed day and the story tellers say #ben hardy fic #gwilym lee fic #gwilym lee x ben hardy #harlee #joe mazzello fic #rami malek fic #rami malek x joe mazzello #mazlek #bohemian rhapsody fic #bohemian rhapsody rpf #au

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rogers-metaphor · 6 years ago

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Lessons In Falling in Love: Chapter Nine

Permanent warning/disclaimer: this will be a story that contains smut, will have cursing, and other themes like these. So, if you’re under the age of 18, please skip this story. Also, everything in this story is completely fictional and not based on real life!!!!!!!! It’s for dramatic and entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read, commented, reblogged, or liked my story. This one is a labor of love and i appreciate every single one of you. This chapter is a lot of different things happening and some smut. Let me know what you think!!

previous chapters: One, Two, Three , Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight,

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Christmas was coming. Selene and Joe shopped around for his family, then Nova and Gwil. It felt better than past holiday seasons for Selene. She usually hated the holidays they were always stressful and never fun, but with Joe they were fun.

He drove around with her to look at all the lights. They sang christmas songs on the radio. They talked about christmas pasts and traditions. They talked about Selene’s upcoming birthday and what they were doing. Joe said he had a surprise planned but wouldn’t tell her what, only to pack for a weekend and pack a fancy dress.

“I’m sick of people let’s go back to your place and cuddle up.” she says, as they make their way from the busy mall. He purses his lips and shakes his head.

“Let’s go back to yours.” he says and she wonders why, but doesn’t push. She’d be staying with the night with him anyway so there was no point in asking.

Things seem alright until later when they’re getting closer in bed, and she making moves on him and he seems distant, like he’s forcing himself to do something he doesn’t want to do. She’s sat on his lap, kissing him deeply but he doesn’t feel like he’s into it. She stops, and tries to find his eyes.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“Nothing.” he sighs, brushing it off pulling her in to kiss him. She stops him.

“Doesn’t feel like you’re here.” she sighs.

“Just tired.” he shrugs, and his phone buzzing on her end table has him turning his head so fast it might snap off. She watches as he clearly contemplates answering it, he seems to be weighing his options and consequences. She reaches for it and he also rushes to grab it. She gets it before he does.

“Hi! this is Joe’s phone he can’t make it right now please-“ she is going on without letting the other person talk and he snatches from her hands. “Joe what the fuck?” she asked. His demeanor instantly turning cold.

“I’m going to go now.” he snaps, practically pushing her off his lap. She looks at him confused, annoyed, and angry.

“What is wrong with you?” she asks, watching as he begins to grab his things.

“Nothing!” he snaps, “Nothing is wrong Selene, I’m just not in the mood!” his voice is full of anger.

“Stop saying that. Your words are way different from your actions, Joe.” she folds her arms as he runs his hand over his face. “You say you love me but you do things like this... and I get no explanation. If you’re not in the mood you don’t have to get defensive and leave… You can just say that.” He sighs.

“You don’t think I love you?” he asks.

“It’s just you tell me that, but you’re so far away. It’s like you’re on a different planet sometimes. I thought we were past you being scared and closed off.”

“Guess not.” he shrugs. Silence.

“Come back to bed.” she says, quiet and desperate. She wants things to work out and feel normal again. She watches the contemplation cross his mind again, she could see it. His eyes falling, going off to the side. His lips pursing and pouting. He looked back to her. “Let’s just go to sleep… forget about everything.” she practically begs. He sighs and nods, making his way back over to the bed.

“I’m sorry.” his voice is in a whisper, but it’s heavy. She feels it pang in her chest, but she brushes it off. Like she’s done so many times before. She can’t stand to see him go. So she settles for his sorry and let’s him climb back into bed. She doesn’t care, she likes the way his arms wrapped around her feel. He whispers again, “I’m sorry.” it sounds like he’s saying it for another reason.

Silence. As much as her throat burns with things she can’t bring herself to say. She lets it sink to the back of her head and takes his arms around her as a truce.

Things seemed to be better in the following days. They made up various times the next morning and laughed and talked like nothing happened.

Then, came Christmas. Selene was happy, again to be with Joe’s family. Bringing gifts to the children and then staying up to help his sister wrap gifts for them, eating cookies as if Santa came. Joe held her close to him as they sat by the fire. It was a stark contrast to the following day that was hectic, full of opening gifts and making another huge dinner. It was still fun, and she laughed a lot and drank delicious wine. She received gifts from his family and when they were in bed at the end of the night, Joe passed her his gift. She took it in her hands and hesitated to open the square box.

She looked at him again, her eyes unsure. He nudged her with that stupid smile she was falling more and more in love with. She opened the box slowly and carefully finding a little sunflower pendant inside. It was small but beautiful and shiny. Instantly she loved it, and she felt tears welling in her eyes.

“Perfect gift, from a perfect man.” she hummed, leaning up to kiss his lips.

“I wouldn’t say perfect man.” he chuckles and she scrunches her nose at him, but smiles.

“Help me put it on.” she says, turning around to let him place it around her neck, letting it sit against her chest. “I’ll never take it off.” she sighed. “It’s to pretty.”

“Even if you’re mad at me?” he chuckles as she cuddles into him.

“Yes even if I’m really really mad at you.” she giggles into a soft hum, laying against his chest.

Then it was the drive back home, but not quite. They drove past their town and toward the opposite end of where they started, Joe’s surprise for her birthday. She watched all the signs as they passed. Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, and then she knew.

D.C.

Joe was taking her to one of the most historic places in the country. She felt the rush of excitement as they got closer, her face lighting up the moment the reached the city. The beautiful hotel that was close to all of the museums. She grabbed his hand with her free one, the other held onto the sunflower pendant tightly, wiggling it back and forth on its gold chain.

The hotel room was beautiful just like the one in New York, the only difference being the view. It came with the territory. She was excited, to spend her next couple of nights with him. They were exhausted from traveling so they laid in bed and napped. Then they went to eat food at the small bar in the hotel, then to check out the pool. Eventually the ended up face down in their pillows, too tired to do anything else. The last thing he says to her before they both drift off, is “Happy Birthday.”

Selene woke up to Joe’s soft lips trailing up her arm and to her face. She groaned, pulling he covers up and over her face, though Joe pulled them off her.

“Happy Birthday, baby.” he coos, ”We have a lot to do today.” he continues kissing her forehead, her nose, her lips.

“Just a few more minutes.” she whines, and he chuckles. His lips landing on that sweet spot just below her ear. “Joe…” whines again, a hand coming up to tangle in his hair. She bites on her bottom lip, squirming as he kisses her down her her chest and up to the other side. He hums against her skin, as it begins to burn hot, goosebumps rising all over her body.

“Get up.” he chuckles, though his tongue is working against her skin, followed by his teeth nipping at her. She let out a high pitched cry as he did, her body arching toward him. He chuckled again, his lips slowly moving up her jaw and over her chin. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, and she rapidly shakes her head no, causing a mischievous grin to spread over his lips. His lips kiss down her chest, between the valley of her breasts that rose and fell as her heart beat faster beneath it all. Trailing along the pendant he got her. His fingers moved against her stomach, and down her thighs, which immediately spread for him. He hummed in appreciation as he pulled at her shorts, she moved so he could rip them off her, tossing them to the side. Her eyes hadn’t really opened yet, but she brought them open, to watch Joe marvel at her lacy white and yellow flowered underwear. “are these for me?”

“No.” she pouts, folding her arms over her chest. “Not everything is about you, Joe!” she argues and he snickers moving toward her. His lips meeting her sensitive thighs. He kissed over them, her center tingling as he took his time, his fingertips massaging into them. Usually Selene was self conscious of them, they were thick. Joe seemed to love them, though. His head moved up to her center. He kissed over the lace, humming as he pushed his nose against her warm center. “Fuck.” she whimpered, just watching him indulge in her. He pulled them down and off her in a swift motion and came back to her, his tongue licking a warm swipe up her slit.

“You taste so fucking good already.” He mumbles, his tongue pressing into her. He hummed causing her to press her hips toward him. His words turning her on as he licks his way up to her clit, humming as he audibly sucked on her. She moaned, her hands gripping the bed sheets beside her, her mouth falling open, as her breath hitched. He continued licking and sucking, humming and moaning into her wet pussy as she whimpered and cried out beneath him. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he neared her orgasm, pushing his face deeper into her, his eyes peering up to catch her face flushing red. Her lip quivering as he held her thighs in place tightly. His long fingers digging into her skin, was a bit painful though she felt to good to care. She rolled her hips up to him, almost without realizing it.

“Fuck… Joe.” she cried through gritted teeth. “Happy birthday to me…” she moaned. He pulled a hand off thigh and curled two long fingers inside of her, causing her to moan in a guttural low tone, her entire body beginning to melt into the mattress. Her head growing so dizzy she felt like she’d pass out, her moans pouring out of her, uncontrollably.

“Cum for me, baby.” he growls, “Good girl.” he groans as she came undone beneath him, her whole body shaking, his name spilling off her lips like a prayer. The entire orgasm rolling over her body like a hot wave, her skin burning right up. She felt like she could cry, as tremors pulsed through her still. She hummed and sighed as he kissed her thighs. “These are incredible.” he mumbles against her sensitive and goosebump covered thighs. He moves his lips back up to her clit, french kissing her.

“Joe!” she squirmed. “I-I can’t.”

“I don’t know, i think you’ve got another one in you.” he smirks as he laps his tongue over her clit again. She groans, pressing her hips up so that she’s closer to his mouth. “Are you sure you don’t want it?” he asks, pulling away, his now dark eyes intently watching her. She moaned at the loss of contact from him, he kissed sloppy wet kisses around her thighs again.

“I want you.” she sighs, still shaking slightly.

“You want me?” he asks, his thumb rolling over her clit sending a shock throughout her body. He crawls up to her mouth, placing a chaste kiss against her lips. “Tell me how bad you want me.” He muses, and his hand snakes down between them, his finger rolling against her clit again, keeping her on edge.

“God, i want you.” she whimpers. “Please, Joe.” she begs. “Anyway you want me.” she muses back, it was enough for him. He grinned.

“Turn over.” he practically growls, she doesn’t waste any time, turning onto her stomach. He quickly takes his pants off, before returning to her his hard erection pressing against her warm and wet center. She shivers, rising her ass against him, and he slides his cock against her wet folds. She whimpers as he’s teasing her.

“Stop teasing me.” she whines, through gritted teeth. He obliged, burying his cock into her tight and wet pussy. Slowly he sinks into her, making her groan and arch toward him even more, as he begins grinding into her, his own voice beginning to grow raspy and rough against her cheek.

“Happy now?” he growls, as he’s roughly pounding into her, she doesn’t respond in words, she moans as her cheek pushes into the pillow. He isn’t satisfied with her response, and he tangled a hand into her hair, firmly grasping it to pull her head up just enough. “That’s… not… an answer.” he growls, but his composure falters with a high pitched moan.

It’s quiet beside for the sound of rapid panting and skin on skin, both of them just taking in the moment. Their orgasms building. She was close since her last and felt her body get more and more hot as he continued to thrust into her.

“I know you’ve got another one, princess.” he hums against her cheek. “I can tell you’re close… god.” he moans, “So fuckin’ perfect.” she lets out a whimper. She can’t form words, even if she tried her head wasn’t thinking straight. His fingers lace with hers as he grows impatient in his thrusts. She can feel the intensity, her teeth clenching together, her brows furrowing, she feels like she’s going to cry. “Cum for me.” he demands, and like perfect clockwork she lets go, with a cry. Her eyes watering at the feeling. She can barely handle it when he comes too. This time she shakes, along with her voice as she audibly quivers. “You want another, baby?” he asks and she can barely speak, but lets out a harsh breathy laugh.

“If you want to go out today, I think we should stop.” she giggles, and he does too. Kissing her cheek quickly before slowly moving from her. This was the perfect way to start her day.

She really had to learn how to walk again while she got ready to go out, though she felt rejuvenated. Powerful even.

The museum was fun, and she held Joe’s hand as she moved through the exhibits. Looking at every piece of history they had in them. She knew they’d only have time for one, since she took her time to look at everything. She was having so much fun and she still couldn’t wait to see what else he had planned.

Dinner was amazing. She dressed up and sat in another candlelit restaurant that was romantic and intimate. He got her ice cream and had an ice cream cake delivered to take hotel later when they got back. It was sweet and romantic and the perfect way to spend her birthday.

The end of their night was spent first slowly kissing. A different pace than it ever been before. A stark contrast to their usual pace. It was slow and passionate and she could feel their love, like they were on fire. With every touch from him her skin burned in the most soothing way. Every moment spent kissing made their hearts race in sync. Even as she moved on top of him, and he kissed down her skin. She could feel everything vibrantly, like electric.

When he laid her down he was soft, his usual roughness had vanished and he took his time with everything. Even when she tried to be impatient he shook his head and moved slowly. He made sure she felt everything, loving the sweet sounds she made. It was different to both of them, but it was the best feeling in the world. It felt like everything fell into a perfect place. Her heart soared like it hadn’t before.

He always took care of her after, always so sweet and soft. Even more so now. She felt tears in her eyes as he gently ran his hands over her skin, still hot. It was all to perfect, and to much to process. Every doubt in her mind had faded within the last couple of days, and she felt a sense of security and peace. Like nothing could go wrong. Like everything was perfect.

The whole time they spent away had only seemed to bring them closer. She could feel it. Physically she could feel the warmth and energy that surrounded them. As they made their way back home, she had never felt so free and safe with him.

They didn’t care what their new year’s eve plans were, just that they’d be together. Gwil was throwing another party, and the two would be attending.

“I just have to stop home for a bit, grab some clothes and I’ll be back.” he smiles bringing her in for a kiss.

“I’ll see you later.” she hums, though a week later, she had stayed in the blissful haze. “I love you.” she says, and as always a hand is holding onto the sunflower pendant.

“I love you.” he smiles, with one last kiss before he’s out the door.

Nova and Selene helped Gwil clean up the house and set up before any guests would arrive before heading off to the store to grab some extra things they missed before. The two girls shopped down the aisles picking up what they needed, talking and laughing. The place was a madhouse, busy with the rest of the last minute shoppers.

“I don’t know, Nova… I really love him. Like more than I ever thought I could. I dream about the rest of our lives together.” Selene gushes. Nova giggles.

“You’ve always dreamed about your wedding. You sure he’s the lucky man?” Selene giggles and nods rapidly.

“Think so. I know it’s early but I see it all.” she gushed again.

And then like the strangest twist of fate, she sees him. He’s walking the opposite way and he doesn’t see her, and she decides to surprise him. Her lips spreading into a smile as she watches him round the corner.

“What are you doing?” Nova asks confusion clear on her face.

“I just saw Joe. I’m going to surprise him.” Selene explains, and she creeps toward the aisle, slowly turning hoping he hadn’t faced her way, he hadn’t. He was still facing away from her, and as she slowly approached him she stopped, dead in her tracks.

“We have to get these, you used to love them.” A woman with blonde hair tied up walked toward him, Selene already knew something wasn’t right. She watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck, with bated breath she watched as he laughed briefly. Her heart sank down into her stomach, that churned as she felt her breath leave her lungs. She was stunned, and he hadn’t noticed her. She felt like she was going to pass out. She felt everything had gone

It was Nova that pulled her away, rushed her out of there as she began hyperventilating. Falling back into a shelf and dropping the things she had in her hands.

She couldn’t even process the fact that she had gotten home. She could hear Nova and Gwil but they sounded far away. It felt like she was in a tunnel, and she was trying to process what she had witnessed in the store. She couldn’t seem to make sense of it. She had seen it with her eyes and still didn’t want to admit what she had just seen.

Her heart was broken and she felt empty.

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello smut #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello au #joe mazzello hc #ben hardy

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spideytights · 6 years ago

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Lily Of The Valley

dad!Joe Mazzello x Reader x Joe Mazzello

Summary: The reader’s career was off to a good start and she wanted the good things to keep happening; they were miracles. Miracles happen every day, big or small. She came across a little girl not knowing who her father was until the man showed up in a full panic mood. She didn’t realize how much of a miracle they were

Note: It’s here! my dad!joe book is a go and I’m excited to be writing this. Also, Tumblr won’t be the only place I’ll be posting this. I have a Wattpad where this will be so if you read on there, my profile is in my bio under WATTPAD.

Warning: fluff, cuteness, a bit of angst, mentions of depression, a small bit of sadness, heart swelling

Words: 7.7K+

THERE WAS NOTHING THAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE him unfeel what he was feeling. Nothing that would give him the energy to sit up in bed, swing his legs over the edge and stretch as he prepared himself for the day. All he wanted to do was sleep that day away, forget about the world, forget about his life for just a few more hours of sleep and infinite drowning of sorrow. Everything hurt his heart, his head, his body, his soul, just everything in general. Joe had spent the previous night shedding tears of grief, tears he had been holding back all day while he was around people. He saved those tears for behind closed because that’s the place where people wouldn’t pity him. He didn’t care about their judgment, that would be the very last thing he’d pay attention to. The way their brows were clenched and the fixated expression covering their whole face had the ability to bother him but he didn’t let it get to him.

As the sun peeked through the gap of space between the pair of tan window curtains in the room, the speck of sunshine lit up a portion of the room, that same portion of where Joe’s bed was. Even in his half-asleep state, he remembers falling asleep facing away from the bedroom door and towards the windows-he woke up with the gleam of light pointed at his face. With a heavy sigh and an aggravated groan, the man with dark brown hair turned his head away and had hope that he could get more sleep. He wasn’t ready to wake up and step back into the reality of the world he lived in. He was hurt and when he woke, he had to bury his suffering and live with the wound only he could see.

As the minutes past, Joe began to slowly-but not to slow-fall back into his previous unconscious state of mind. His breathing became slower and deeper. Soft snores fell from his lips and his mind drifted to his happy place-his home.

It was a quiet night, relaxing and pleasing. It was rare for them to have a calm and stress-free night, a night where they could sit around and do whatever they please.

Joe walked back into the living room, one small ice cream tub in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other hand. He handed the ice cream to his wife who was already snuggled up underneath a throw blanket, remote in hand and flipping through movie titles on Netflix. Joe enjoyed nights like these for many reasons, one reason being he got alone time with the woman he loved and was able to cuddle and watch movies with her. When he handed her the ice cream she smiled softly as she moved her feet so he could sit down next to her.

“Did you get lost on the way to the kitchen? I didn’t think it took 10 minutes to make a bowl of popcorn and get ice cream-” she paused in the middle of her sentence to get the first bite of her ice cream. She hummed in satisfaction at the cream, sweet, cold taste of the snack. “-or maybe you’re just a slowpoke,” she teased and Joe chuckled.

“Hey, that’s no way to treat your caring husband who is taking care of you while you’re sick,” he said with a pout, then sending her a disapproving look when she started giggling.

“I know, I’m sorry Joey. Just know when I feel better I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better or I’ll be one sad dino boy, ” his wife giggled again, spoon wedge between her teeth as her lips stretched into a big smile. It was always Joe’s goal to make the one person that makes him happy, happy too. He hated to see her cry, to see her hurting–physically and mentally–he just wanted to be able to see that beautiful smile. “You know you’re really taking this sick thing to advantage. Ever since you called in and got the rest of the week off, you’ve been very needy,”

“Yeah, and as well I’m enjoying my small vacation and being treated like a Queen by the man I love,” she shifted in her spot, untucking her legs from underneath her bum and onto Joe’s lap. “What movie do you want to watch?” she asked him while she got comfortable again. Joe took a handful of popcorn and shoved some in his mouth, resting his arm on her leg and looking at the tv screen.

“Oh! How about one of those–damn it what are they called? One of those movies where everyone breaks out into song and dance outta nowhere.”

“You mean a musical?”

“Yes!” he beamed, pointing a finger at her as his eyes lit up remembering after she told him. Seeing the new look on her face caused him to dial it down a bit. “Yes…” he trailed off

“Are you serious?”

“Yuh–dead serious,”

“You, Joseph are opening the floodgates–” she started but Joe immediately butted in and called her out.

“Since when are we on first name basis again? Thought we were on pet names, honeycomb,” but she ignored him and continued.

“–my friend. We have to watch Mamma Mia!” Joe groaned and threw his head back and rested it on the back of the sofa. She hit his shoulder and leaned over closer to him. “Oh come on! It has Meryl Streep, Julie Walter, Stellan Skarsgard, Christine Baranski, Amanda Seyfried, ” she counted off each person with each finger she had for that total. She went on and on about who was in it and how great it was—even though Joe really couldn’t stand watching Mamma Mia he would have watched it anyway. He liked making her happy and he loved to watch her as she talked about the things she loved. “It’s the most beautifully done, romantic, charming movie ever and it even has songs by ABBA.”

“You do love some ABBA, ”

“Exactly! It’s the best musical besides Grease,” she said and finally met his eyes again. He was already looking at her, even though he was fighting off a small chuckle, so much love and adoration filled his eyes. She could see it reflecting from his brown eyes to hers. “What?” she laughed.

“Mmm, it’s just that face,” he let his finger boop her nose–her face scrunched and nose crinkled. His fingers trace over her cheek, cupping it with his palm as his thumb traced over her bottom lip. “And that smile that’s overly contagious.” her cheeks became dusted in pink, her gaze broke from his when she turned away.

“I’m just happy,”

“Mhmm, really?”

“Yeah. Like that dopey grin, butterflies in the stomach, feel like my heart is beating out of my chest,” she slowly started to grin, sweeping her eyes up to meet his.

“Mhmm,”

“Is that kind of cheesy? I feel like a teenager now.” she giggled. Joe nodded his head which she covered her face with her hands and hid in Joe’s arm that was propped against the back of the cast.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” he leaned into her as he said in her ear: “It’s like a rom-com on steroids kind of cheesy.” she peeked up from her hand to him looking at her lovingly. “I’m happy you’re happy,” he said in a low voice, one loud enough for her to hear but others had to be really close to hear what he said. He wrapped his hand around her wrist pulled it away from her face. Her embarrassment was subsiding the longer she gazed into his eyes. These were the moments she loved the most. Moments where the nightmares and fears in her head gave her a break and let her enjoy the time she had. She leaned forward and placed a soft gentle kiss against his lips, but Joe being Joe, he deepened it so it could be longer.

The door to the room creaked as it got pushed opened. A small hiss was heard the louder it got, but the small figure slipped into the room with ease—they’ve done it plenty of times before. If it weren’t for the soft carpet in the room, the small pitter patter of little feet would have been heard, but it wouldn’t have given up the little person’s cover to be quiet. When she finally got to the bed, she grabbed on to the maroon duvet covers and pulled herself onto the bed. She huffed out an oof as she settled; crawling along the bed to get closer to the sleeping man, she made it to the pillows and laid her head down on the pillow next to his. Her chocolate covered eyes scan over his face, looking at the one thing she got to see every day when she woke up. His facial features usually creased with frown lines from the number of times he frowned when he was worried, uncomfortable or irritated. Now, his features were soft and smooth. If you were to run your fingers across his face, you’d feel just how smooth it was—she almost did that but pulled her hand back and tucked it into her side. Her soft breaths tried to match his slow easy ones, but she couldn’t get herself to match the two up.

She hated waking up her dad because she knew he didn’t sleep a lot. He was always busy with work and taking care of her—she didn’t know how to help him, she was only four. But she did know the least she could do was let him sleep in. When she woke up this morning, the clock read 9:30 and her stomach started making noises minutes after she woke. Joe usually made her breakfast, hence why she came into his room. She really didn’t want to wake him but the growling from her stomach wouldn’t cease. Eleanor scooted her body closer to her dad’s, her face only a few inches away from his to the point where her breath blew onto his face and cause the out of place hair on his against his forehead to move. She was afraid the sudden movement would wake him, but he remained the same.

“Papa…” her sweet voice whispered out to the sleeping man next to her. He hadn’t answered her so she tried again hoping it would wake him up. “Papa…Papa wake up,” she said quietly again and gave him a little shake with her chubby hand on his shoulder blade. He breathed in and exhaled deeply, which gave her the hint that he was awake even though his eyes were closed.

“What is it peanut?” he murmured.

“It’s back Papa,” his previous soft features wavered when she answered. Her words confused him as his mind and body lined up with each other at the door of reality. His usual frown lines formed between his eyebrows. “The scary monster. The tummy monster is back!” she squeaked and it causes Joe to wince at the sudden rise of her voice. He slowly opened his eyes, his own brown ones meet with the identical ones of his daughter. Her eyes were naturally big, big enough to see the world and what path is laid out for her in the future. Her eyes were wide and her face had an unsettled look on it. Joe blinked a few times—Eleanor continued to look at him.

“Well tell that tummy monster to wait for a second because Papa just woke up and is still sleepy,”

“I don’t think he’ll listen,” she said, shaking her head as much as she could since she was laying against the pillow.

“Well, he better or I’ll attack him, ” by now Joe was fully awake and aware of his surroundings. The birds were chirping outside in the tree of his New York home. One he shared with the one person he loved the most and cared so much for. A hint of a smile graced his face while he prepared himself to move.

Eleanor’s face twisted into confusion after her dad’s words. She didn’t know what he meant by that at all. “Attack him with what? Bubbles?”

Joe’s smile only grew more—he was quick to move closer to his daughter before loudly saying: “With kisses!” Joe kissed every inch of Eleanor’s face while taking his hands to her sides and tickling her. Her laughter burst through the air, her body squirming in every which way trying to get out of his grasp. Her little hands tried to push him away but it was no use with the amount of tickling he was doing. When he did finally stop, Eleanor’s loud laughed turned into little giggles while she caught her breath. Her bright smile was contagious and Joe couldn’t possibly not smile while she was. He enjoyed the little moments they had with smiles and laughter, she was what kept him going. She affected the choices he made because he knew his choices would affect her in the long run. She, his daughter, was the only thing that pushed him to get up and live through the day—no matter how sad he was, she was his light through the darkness and he would do anything for his little girl. They were alone, they had to get through it together.

“Papa will be up to make you breakfast in five minutes, okay?” his eyes look over her; her hair was curly and wild, a light brown like his—a hint of red, also like his. Her cheeks and little fingers were chubby but in a cute way; when he looked at her all he saw was her mother. Eleanor was the perfect mix between the two. She had his light brown eyes, her nose, and lips, her curly hair but his light colored hair. Even though she was the perfect blend, every time Joe looked watched his daughter he was reminded daily of his late wife Lucy.

Once he sat up, Joe got out of bed and headed to his bathroom. He shut the door for privacy but opened it back up a jar after flushing the toilet and washing his hands. Eleanor stayed at the head of the bed after she watched her dad walk away. Only a few minutes passed and the monster in her stomach reminded her that she was still hungry. She tried to ignore it by playing with the hem of her frozen themed nightgown, but the growls kept getting louder. Looking at the bathroom door, all she saw was the shadows of her dad’s body moving and heard the sound of water running from the sink. She wanted to wait but the tummy monster was getting impatient-maybe she could help her dad out and start on breakfast. Scooting to the edge of the bed, Eleanor slid off the queen size bed and padded her way into the kitchen. She was hungry for anything but the only thing she could make and reach was the cereal. She reached for the step tool her Nana had gotten her and pushed it toward the counter. She climbed onto it and reached for the cabinet door. She couldn’t reach it so she stood on her tiptoes, tongue peaking past her lips as she opened it and grabbed the box of Corn Pops. After getting the box she reached for the two Disney themed cups on the counter, placed them on the ground and opened the cereal.

After Joe finished brushing his teeth, washing his face and shaving he stepped out of the bathroom expecting to see his daughter still in his bed waiting for him but didn’t. He was running his hands over his freshly shaved face but stopped midway when he noticed his little bundle of joy wasn’t where he left her. He looked around the room, still not seeing her. He walked into the hall–not there either–then down the hall to her room. “Ella?” he called out, peeking his head into her room and only seeing her unmade bed and a few toys out from yesterday. He backed away and walked down the hall toward the kitchen about to call out for his daughter once more but stopped before he could get a word out when he heard things scatter all over the floor and a faint ‘uh oh’ was heard. Joe jogged the rest of the way down the hall to the kitchen to see what happened and to make sure she wasn’t hurt. When he made it, standing in the door frame, he found his daughter crouched down on the ground, two Disney cups on the ground along with spilled Corn Pops everywhere—Ella was crouched down picking up pieces and eating them from the ground. Her dad didn’t know how to react to the situation, he wasn’t sure if he could laugh or redirect her—he was baffled between the two choices. He let out a sigh and Eleanor peaked up from the ground while still shoving cereal in her mouth.

“You were supposed to wait for me peanut,”

“But the tummy monster kept growling at me,” she tried to reason, but still received the disapproval look from her dad, one that didn’t last long. Joe crouched down and started up the cereal.

“Why do you have cups out? We eat with bowl—stop eating the cereal off the ground, Eleanor,”

“Sorry Papa,” she mumbled softly and stopped eating cereal off of the ground. “I got cups because I couldn’t reach the bowls. I got you a cup for your cereal to Papa,” Ella had picked up the cup she got out for Joe and held it out toward him as she sweetly spoke. Joe couldn’t stay mad at her for too long, and what she said there was one of the reasons why—she was too much of a sweetheart not to forgive.

“Thank you peanut,” he smiles and holds out his arms toward her. Ella happily made her way over to Joe and wrapped her little arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.“How about I finish cleaning this up, get us some bowls out and then we can eat breakfast together?” She beams with excitement, but it doesn’t last long.

“Can we eat from the cups, please?” her big brown eyes stare into his, her bottom lip puckered out just a bit as she gave him her natural puppy dog face. How could he say no to that face and her adorable cheeks? He sighs, nodding slowly.

“Alright fine,” he caves in, receiving his favorite face ever—his little girl smiling. “I still have to clean this up, I’ll get the rest of breakfast ready and then we can eat. Go wash your hands,” he kissed the top of her head before getting back up on his feet. As Ella ran off down the hall to the bathroom, Joe grabbed the broom and swept up the rest of the spilled cereal. He took the box of Corn Pops and poured both he and Ella a cup of cereal—put on a pot of coffee from himself and got another cup out for Ella’s glass of milk. By the time Ella finished washing her hands and made it back into the kitchen, their two cups of cereal–milk in hers and none in his–with fruit were already on the table ready to be eating. She climbs into one of the four chairs–sitting in the one she usually sits in every day–and grabbed the cup of cereal with her tiny little hands. Joe joined her a few seconds later with his cup of coffee in his hand. He took a much needed short sip since it was hot. Ella was already stuffing her face with spoons full of cereal.

The two eat together at the table, Ella watching cartoons on the tv from the family room and Joe checking his emails. The familiar tune of the Doc McStuffins theme song played through the small part of the house with Ella nodded her head and mumbling the words. Joe got a reminder on his phone about his flight back out to the UK tomorrow morning—he had to go back for filming and he was excited about it but, there was a small part of him that wasn’t excited. He was definitely not excited about the part of leaving his little girl, but he kept telling himself not much longer before they could spend all the time in the world together. Believe it or not, Joe was jobless for a short while—sure he did help a few people out here and there with projects, small projects, but he hadn’t had a big project like this one in a long while most of his time was spent on daddy duty. All the sweat, tears, boo-boos and dirty diapers later, it all was worth it because he wouldn’t have it any other way. Who knew being a single parent was hard, no one told him that. He looked over at his daughter who was currently picking up pieces of banana from a bowl and shoving it in her mouth–her eyes never leaving the tv–and smiled softly. Even though they struggle, bump heads and stumble upon bumps in the road, there is still the good moments and the daddy-daughter Mazzello duo is fine on their own.

“Don’t forget you’re going to Nana and Gramps’ house tonight and then staying over for a few days and then you’ll come back home with Halle,” he spoke, catching her attention for only a few seconds before the flashy colors of the tv stole it back.

“How long am I over Nana and Grandpa’s house?” Joe grabbed the cup that her cereal was in, left the bowl of bananas and cleaned up.

“Only for a two maybe three days. If you wanna stay longer you have to ask them, then ask Nana to call Halle so she knows,” His back faced her as he washed the few dishes they used. Ella answered him with a soft okay. “Are you done with your bananas?”

“Mmhm, yup,” she got down from her seat, carrying her bowl over to her dad before he could turn around and grab it himself. He sent her a smile and cleaned that bowl off too—he grabbed a baby wipe and wiped off her hands so she could go play. Joe knew he had to go get her stuff ready since his parents were dropping by together later—he wasn’t being lazy at all, he just wasn’t ready to let her go. It wasn’t like he was handing her over for marriage; god Joe didn’t want to think about those days at all, he knew he would definitely ball his eyes out then. He was only leaving for a few months, but it was the first time in months since he went away for a project, but it had been years since he left for one like Bohemian Rhapsody. Only time would tell how he would handle it for so long.

JOE AND ELLA SPENT THE REST OF THE morning and afternoon having their usual daddy and daughter time. Ella went out with him to get the mail, she picked up her toys in the front room and helped him clean other things, they ate lunch and then played dolls until She took a nap. Once she woke up, Joe let her do whatever as he finished looking at the script sent to him via email—he didn’t look at it much too long after she woke up, he knew his mom was on her way over to get her. Then it was off to the Airport for the man.

Joe stood in his room, moving from end to end gathering the important thing his daughter needed for her stay at her grandparent’s house. She had one bag for clothes and toys and another little one for her toiletries—especially her little hair bands and scrunchies she likes to have in her hair. After his fourth trip into his bathroom for another one of her small items she needed but didn’t have at his parent’s house, he glanced at his watch at the time, which read 4:30. His mom was supposed to be there in the next thirty minutes and he was nowhere near done getting Ella ready. Grabbing a hairbrush and a hair band, Joe yelled out to his daughter to get her to come in the room.

“Ella, princess, come here.” a faint voice called back, then pitter patter followed right after down the hall and to the man’s room. Ella stood in the doorway, head down looking at her tablet as she watched the current episode of Paw Patrol on Netflix. Joe glanced from the task at hand over at his daughter who currently stood in the doorway of his room-making no motive to move from that very spot. “Peanut, please come over here so I can fix your hair before Nana gets here,” he said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. Ella slowly makes her way over to the bed, her focus was fully on the small device in her hand—blindly leading her own self toward her dad. Just as he was going to advise her about how walking and looking at the tablet could get her hurt, the worlds weren’t able to leave his mouth after the seeing the corners of her mouth drop with a sad expression. His first instinct was to find out what the problem was, his whole body turned into a small panic mood as the rest of his dad instincts kicked in. “What is it?”

Ella carried herself the rest of the way across the room to her dad, lifting up her tablet and showing him the dark loading screen of Netflix. Inside the loading circle, the loading number was stuck at 39. “It’s not working anymore. Paw Patrol went bye-bye,” Joe directed his attention away from the screen and down at the four-year-old; her lip quivered and Joe could tell she was seconds away from crying.

“Hey, Pae Patrol will come back, you just have to wait. Here–” he reached for her tablet, taking it from her hands and sitting it on the bed. He helped her onto his bed. “We can wait for it to load while I fix your hair. If it comes back, you can watch it for a little longer, but you’ll have to stop watching it when I tell you to,” he reassured.

“What if Rider and the pups don’t come back?” he sent her a sad smile—he gestured for her to turn around and she did it even though she really didn’t want to. She was still quite disappointed in the lack of hero puppy action. “Rider and the pups were helping baby turtles get back to their home in the ocean. But there were cars driving really fast,”

“Super fast?”

“Yeah, yeah. really fast. The babies were gonna get crushed!” Ella crossed her legs letting Joe run the purple detangling brush through her hair. Wet, Dry, Curly or straight, it didn’t matter how Ella’s hair was, it always got tangly. After many tests with a whole bunch of different brushes, they finally found the right one. Halle, Ella’s Nanny was approached by a mother recommend her to use the detangling brush for Ella’s hair—she used it all the time for her daughter. Since then, Joe used it none stop. “But Rocky and Marshall were able to help,” As he continued to fix her hair, she kept wiggling around, causing a few scolds from her father to come her way. Every second she would look at the tablet on the bed hoping that her show was back, but it wasn’t. Joe brushed her hair up and back into a ponytail and the tying off her hair with the black hairband around his wrist.

“Alright peanut, all done,” he patted her shoulder and moved away from the bed to put her brush back into the bathroom. When he walked back out, Ella had the same pout as before on and her tablet in her hand. “Is it still not working?” she shakes her head no with her voice sounding defeated. “Well, Papa will take a look at it. Come on, let’s go finish getting ready for Nana and Grampa’s house,” he said, trying to direct her attention from anywhere but the tablet, which worked for the most part. She set the tablet down on the bed, Joe picked her up so that he can make the trip to her room shorter. He placed her down on the ground again and she took off to her closet to pick clothes. After pulling out her second bag–the bigger one–he joins her over at the closet holding her bag open. “Alright Peanut what do you wanna wear over Nana and Gramps’ house?” Only silence was heard but Joe wasn’t too worried about it, especially since a few seconds later Ella walked out with a few outfits of her choice and throwing them in the bag before going back for more. “Don’t get too many you’re only staying a few days.

She responded but her voice was muffled to Joe while he stood outside the closet. “I need play clothes, outside clothes, jammies, and nice clothes when Nana and Gramps take me to church with them,” Even though he didn’t get to hear the first part of her response, he could guess at what it was truly about—she probably made up some rebuttal against his claim. She had a better proposition.

“Ella you do need that many clothes. You’re gonna get all of them dirty before you need to,”

“That’s why I need more!” Joe could only shake his head and chuckle. He blamed himself for her peculiar ways. He was the one who taught her that if she made a mess she needed to change her outfit—probably not the best idea. His mom had gotten on him a few time about it, she told him it was a waste of clean clothing and a waste of laundry detergent for all the outfits Eleanor went through. Yet, every time Ella came home from her Nana and Grampa’s house, she almost always had a new outfit—she always did have a new stuff animal. The mountain size of animals by her window seal was getting ridiculously high. His sister doesn’t say much about it, she knows the struggle he went through when it came to clean clothing and small children—the clothes never stayed clean, it was almost impossible. He really couldn’t argue much with his daughter, and he blamed himself. She came out the closet once more with a few pair of shoes, sticking them in the bag and then holding her arms out. “All done!”

“Alright, go in your wardrobe and grab a few pair of jams and bring them over to the bed,” he turned away from the closet and walked over to the twin bed, covered with Paw Patrol bedding, placed the bag on the bed and took out everything that was in it. He grabbed each clothing item and folded them up to put back in. Ella joined him a minute later holding a few of her nightgowns in hand—her eyes watched Joe fold each item and stick them back into the bag.

“Did you just take all of them out?” she practically almost shouted, earning her a frown from her dad at her sudden crazy state.

“Yeah, Ella I did. Your stuff won’t fit in it if I don’t fold it all,”

“You should have told me that!” she throws her hands up and shook her head. “Would have saved us some time Papa,” in attempt to do just as her father was doing, Ella began to lay her nightgowns out across the bed and fold them in every which way. Joe playfully rolled his eyes as the sass Ella was giving him but smiled watching her mimic his actions. Their cute moment was cut short with the loud church bell type noise from the doorbell. Ella squealed before running off, forgetting the nightgowns on her bed and shouting out words Joe couldn’t make out. He soon followed out of her room to answer the door. Once he made it down the hall, his daughter was pulling her arms through her jacket sleeves, her shoes on but untied, all while jumping in excitement.

“Peanut be careful, your shoes are untied,” Joe told his daughter before he opened the door and the person behind the door was revealed to be his mom. All of her attention went from her putting on her jacket to the older woman standing in the doorway.

“Nana!”

“Ella,” the older woman held out her arms ready to catch her and when she did she gave her the biggest hug. “Are you ready to have some fun with Nana and Grampa?” Ella nodded her quickly, turning her head to look at her dad with her smile of excitement. “Your ponytail looks so good Eleanor,”

She turned her head “Thanks, Papa did it, do you like it?”

“I do like it, Papa is getting practice isn’t he?” Joe’s mom reached behind Ella grabbing her jacket sleeve and helping her put the jacket one. During their little reunion, Joe had gone and grabbed Ella’s stuff from her bedroom and he walked back out to the foyer to where the girls were.

Ella nodded, pulling her ponytail out of her jacket. “The vacuum helps him a lot too,”

“The what?” the older woman said startled. She wasn’t sure if she heard her right, but once Ella repeated herself, she sent her son a very glooming look, one he couldn’t help but smile sheepishly at. “Joseph Francis Mazel—”

“I wasn’t hurting her, right peanut?”

“Mhmm,” he gestured over to his daughter, hoping her answer would help him reason with his mom; the glowering look didn’t cease. ��I just used it to get all over her hair together for the ponytail.”

“You don’t use a vacuum on your daughter’s hair Joseph.” his mother pinched the bridge of her nose. She ran through the thoughts in her head looking for anywhere in her life where she might have forgotten a fork in his childhood road, but she knew there were a few, but she was the best mother she could be to the man. Even though he still made dumb decisions at 35, she could admit she couldn’t be more proud of him. He’s got through many obstacles the universe had thrown his way, he’s learned from his mistakes–and still learning–and most of all he’s learned how to be a dad. He treats his daughter like the princess she is and there’s with doubt for the amount of love he had for her. Joe’s mom was proud to say she was proud of all her children.

“Alright I’m already, let’s go people!” Ella stood by the door with a bag in each hand. Her body lolled more to one side since one bag was heavier than the other. “You to Papa, let’s go,”

“Peanut…” he gave her a sad smile, taking a few strides forward to get to her and crouching down to meet her level.

“You said we were going to Nana and Gramp’s house, didn’t you?”

“Princess I think you got it mixed up. Papa isn’t going with you to Nana and Gramp’s. Papa has to get on a plane-” he took his arms, raised them in the air and motioned his hands like an airplane in the sky. “-and fly over the ocean for his job. And you are staying over Nana and Gramp’s house for a few days until Halle can come to get you,” Ella frowned as his words began to process, but she was still confused about why he couldn’t come. Even though it was a small smile, Joe still sent her one to hopefully reassure her that all was okay, but she didn’t like that. Ella took a step back and shook her head.

“No, you told me that you’ll always be with me wherever I go, even if it’s to Nana’s house.” before he could even think of a response, she ran off down the hall. Joe looked over his shoulder at his mom with a somber expression.

“She’s really having trouble with this, she’s never-”

“She’s only four Joseph, she won’t understand everything we say. She’s always by your side, she’s attached to your hip.”

“I’ve left for projects before this one, she’s never acted like this. It felt like a stab in the heart when she said that; I’d never leave her. I’m what she has left of a parent, and she’s all I have left too,” He really couldn’t wrap it around his head, he didn’t understand why and what would make his little girl say that. He’s been at this parenting thing for four years, you would think by now he would have enough experience to be intermediate, but every time he thinks that the universe shows him he’s still a beginner.

“Those were smaller projects, projects where you were gone for no longer than a few days. This one is bigger, you’ll be away for months Joseph,”

With a sigh, he nodded his head and stood from his crouched position. “Yeah, I need to go talk to her, hopefully, help her understand better. He walked through the foyer and then down the hall to his daughter’s room–his mom’s eyes watching him until he disappeared behind the cream colored wall. He got to the room at the end hall, the room decked out in purple and pink with unicorns displayed everywhere, even on the door. The door was partly open so Joe had to push it open more to see into the room. There on the bed with her head down and arms crossed was Ella. Her lip puckered out completing the pouty look she was going for. He made his way over to her, adjusted his pant legs and crouched down till they were about the same leave. She knew her dad was there, but she refused to look at him—turning her head away so she didn’t accidentally look him. "Peanut… I think you’re big enough for us to have big kid talks. We’re gonna call them….our world-famous talks, okay?” He paused for a second to come up with a name, his voice was hopeful. He was hoping she would break and give him a look, he didn’t want to leave her upset. That would leave him upset and he couldn’t do what he loved to do—besides taking care of and loving his loving daughter. “Dad to daughter, Princess to Papa,”

“Why are you leaving me?” she said finally speaking up, but still refusing to look at him.

“Princess,” he reached a hand toward her cheek and turned her head gently till she was facing him. “I’m not leaving you, I would never ever ever leave you and daddy promises that. Papa just has to go work so he can still have money to take care of you,”

“Nana can give you the money, her and Gramps have lots of it,” His heart leaped when brown met with brown.

“No honey, Nana and Gramps need that money to take care of each other, Daddy still has money but in order to keep taking care of you, he needs to sometimes work and earn some money. That’s what big people do. Listen, even though I won’t be here at home with you a lot soon doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I’ll still call you when you have your iPad we can facetime when I’m not busy. I’m always one call away,”

“Are you still gonna have dancing parties with me?” she asked and he nodded. “What about singing our song to me before I go to bed?”

“I’ll try my best every night too. I won’t be able to do it in person but I can sing it over the phone and facetime. But your Nana or even gramps can sing it to you. Or if uncle John is over he can sing it. Nana told me earlier that your cousins and aunt Mary are visiting while you’re there,” he suggested. Joe wasn’t sure how flexible his schedule would be now that he was starting filming when he got back to England. He was able to get away at the beginning with just rehearsals and lessons, but now he had to buckle down and get filming down. He’s been traveling a lot more, staying up late hours until he was off the hook; he’s been in a different time zone so by the time it was bedtime for Ella, it’d be in the early am hours for him.

She shook her head again “I don’t like other people singing our song, it’s our song. Ella and Papa’s.”

“I know peanut,” they both looked at each other for a moment until he looked away. He rubbed his forehead with a sigh, convinced that he might just have to mess around with his schedule because he thinks Ella wouldn’t be able to stand the time apart. He put the blame on himself because he barely went anywhere without her and if he did–as his mother said–it was only for a few days but he did miss her like hell. He knew that the directors wouldn’t like it but it was his only choice.

“I’ll miss you,” Ella shuffled off her bed, her face only mere inched away from Joe’s. When he looked up, he was met with her doe brown eyes, the same eyes that gave him joy, the ones that reminded him that if he isn’t doing it for her, then it’s wrong; everything he did as for her. Ella leaned in and kissed him on the nose before wrapping her little arms around his neck and giving him a hug.

“I’ll miss you to my little peanut,” just for a second, he closed his eyes and soaked up the moment. When he pulled away, he made sure to look her directly in the eyes, hold back his tears seeing her eyes watering and put on his brave face. “But now we have to put on our brave faces now. We have to be brave while we go through this okay? Alright, let me see your brave face; let me see that smile of yours,” She blinked her tears away—a few fall down her cheeks but she wipes them away and gives her dad the best smile she could. “That’ a girl. I know that we gotta keep this bravery thing up but, I want the biggest, most gigantic hug you can give in the whole entire world right now,” She squeezed him tightly, being lifted in the air as he hugged her back, and leaving kisses all over her face—she giggled with all the tickily kisses and her laugh was like music to his ears.

Joe took a seat on the bed, seating her on his lap and sighing happily. “Are you gonna be good for Nana, Grampa, and Halle?” he asked, she nodded it. “Good,” he placed another kiss against her cheek, earning a smile. Ella popped up from his chest and reached behind him to hand him her favorite stuffed animal.

“Here, a present for you for when you get sad. You’ll have Mr. Jelly Bean there with you to remind you I’m always with you.”

“Peanut are you sure? It’s your favorite animal, your unicorn,”

“I still have Lucy Unicorn, Jelly Bean’s sister. She’ll keep me company,”

“Well in that case,” he started before reaching in his shirt and pulling out the necklace he had around his neck and pulling it off. Hanging against the chain sat two silver bands. One of those bands had diamonds fitted on top. Ella was too young to know what they meant and what they were at the moment. She had never seen the bands before, but now that she had, she was curious about them. “I’m going to give you these to hang on to. Now I trust you with all my heart to take care of these and to not lose them. They’re important to Papa,”

“What are they?” she asked.

“Well remember the story I told you about how two people loved each other so much that they tried to so their love in so many ways? Well, this was one way—they decided to get married to make it official to everyone that they loved each other and these were the rings they wore.”

“You and mommy?” He nodded his head slowly and put the necklace around her neck.

“Promise to keep it safe okay?”

“I will, I promise.”

“And when you look at them you’ll remember that I’m always with you and that I love you with all of my heart. I wouldn’t be me without you. I’d just be a grumpy old man with a sparkly cape—mad because he doesn’t have a princess to give him unicorn dust,” a small giggle was heard causing the man’s pouty face to flatter a little. Ella covered her mouth to hide her giggles and smile but it didn’t work.

“No matter how big I get, you’ll always be my Super Rainbow Sparkle hero, Papa,” Those words hit him straight in the heart. They affected him more than he intended them to but he loved the gushy, lovey, feeling he got. His hearted burst with love and it gravitated to his daughter. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and hugged him with so much love. So much love that he knew she would feel it even when he wasn’t with her because he loved her to the moon and back.

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gayspamer · 6 years ago

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Looking for Somebody to Love CH.3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

A/N: I hope you like it. This chapter took so long because inspiration was really not showing up for this. If you like it please leave some love :( Also any tips or feedback are really well received.

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word count: 1.6k~

Warnings: Fluff! a lot of it

Summary: It’s your third date with Joe, he wanted to show you some Queen music and have dinner. You meet at his house.

Tag list: @borhapqueen92 @mrsmazzello @winchesterxxi @itsametaphorbriansblog

“Can anybody find meeeee” you sang in your car at 8pm of Saturday feeling the wind on you face while driving to the one place fitted for this song, Joe’s house. You two agreed on meeting there a week ago, he wanted to show you some Queen music but he insisted his house was ideal for this. You agreed just because you wanted to see his house and him. ‘how does this curious man live?’ You remembered thinking. Joe was so different from the rest, you already knew today was going to be interesting. The song ended without you noticing and just like that you were already in the direction Joe gave you. It wasn’t a long drive.

“I think I’m outside” you texted without getting and answer. It took him about 2 minutes to open the door. He was wearing a black shirt with some brown pants, “looking good” you complimented him with a hint of surprise in you voice, the shirt he was hearing stood out the best parts of his body.

“You too Y/N, well you always are” He complimented you with a smirk on his face “Oh come in”

His house was really beautiful and big but still had a really cozy feeling to it. It also smelled like Joe, which you loved. The living room has pretty big, the first thing you noticed was his vinyl player and next to it around 20 vinyl records.

“You weren’t joking about this being the perfect place to show me music” You exclaimed while walking towards it. “Wow” you gasped while holding one of his vinyl records, it was Help!, your favorite album from the Beatles. “Joe it’s my favorite album”

“Is it? I have to admit it’s quite good” He agreed walking towards you

“Quite good? Really? It is a masterpiece!” You yelled at him

“Fine” he laughed “it is good, anyways I ordered dinner before you came here. Want to eat or do you want to keep yelling at me for no reason?” He teased you

“I had a big reason to yell at you” You chuckled “So you didn’t even attempt to cook?”

“I don’t think anyone has the stomach to handle my cooking. I just suck at it” He got closer to give emphasis to it “Suck at it” He repeated

You laughed “I get it ok? I am hungry let’s go” You said and he guided you into the dinning room.

He had already arranged everything, he ordered pasta and salad. Even though he ordered the food it all looked quite fancy.

“Wait a sec” He said right before heading to the kitchen. It didn’t took him long to come back with a bottle of red wine. “Let’s see how I embarrass myself by trying to open this thing”

“It’s not that hard” you chuckled.

“Well” He was already struggling with it “Maybe not for you but for me it is, here we go” He started to open it, he was actually doing it right but you could tell he was nervous. He had to apply some pressure to it, it was then when you noticed how fitted his arms were, Joe noticed you staring but he didn’t say a thing, he just smiled.

“Finally, cheers” He cheered while serving you some wine

“Cheers” You replied raising your cup as he did the same, then taking a sip of your drink, it was really good wine.

Diner went over and you talked about some general stuff we kept making you laugh. Time went over really fast and you were done eating.

“Food was good, I think I’m ready for Queen” You encouraged him putting your hand on his thigh with a smirk on your face

“Then let’s go beautiful” He grabbed your hand taking you to the living room

“What should we start with? Disco? Or Maybe…” He wondered

“Disco?” You asked “Weren’t they a rock band?” You were confused

“Oh honey, Queen is way more than rock” He affirmed softly touching your cheek looking right into your eyes. He made you blush a little. “Here, I found something that’s going to surprise you, I mean any song would but this one is a good one to start”

“Ok, surprise me” You sat down wondering which song he picked

“Not me Y/N, Queen” He declared “You and I” He seemed weirdly too proud of that song “You need to close your eyes and enjoy it ok?”

“Umm Ok” You hesitated but still closed your eyes

The song started and you felt him sitting next to you. He was looking at you firmly but not only because he was waiting for your reaction “You know… you are beautiful” He whispered and you barely heard him over the music. You opened your eyes, turned around facing him and just smiling as a response. He got closer, your noses were softly touching each other and for that moment you forgot about the music, about where were you, you forgot about the world, for that moment the universe narrowed to you and Joe facing each other. When your lips crashed together it was perfect, it was definitely not a desperate kiss, it was a soft one, full of love and hope. When the song finished you two separated with your faces full of happiness.

“It was a good song, I guess” You giggled still really close to him

“You guess?” He smirked

“Well, someone made me miss it. I cannot focus in two things at the same time. Specially when one of them is a handsome man kissing me” You joked giving him a little cute kiss afterwards. Joe wrapped you with his arms. “Maybe put the song again, this time I promise I’ll listen to it but you have to control yourself and let me listen”

“First of all, I don’t think I can control myself. Second of all, I don’t want to stand up and ruin this moment” He argued, kissing you again “I correct myself, I can’t control” He breathed between kisses.

“As much as I’m loving this I really want to learn about Queen, I mean there must be a reason for you you to love them that much” You wondered backing off a little

“There is more than one, it’s not only about their music” He answered

“What’s the other? Besides their music I mean” You asked, confused about what he just said

“I am John Richard Deacon” He winked at you raising his eyebrows in a funny way which made you think it was a joke

“You what” you laughed “You are not Joe”

“Technically, no I’m not but I am him in a movie we are filming.” He explained “Actually that song I chose was written by him”

“Makes sense now, I am surprised you are in such a big production. Wow.” You said

“You… are not… overwhelmed by that are you Y/N?” He asked, he was genuinely worried about his career getting in the way. His eyes where now looking at the floor.

“God no! Of course not. Joe look at me” You grabbed his face making him look at you “Joe, I don’t know if it has happened before but I am not like that ok? Your career and what we are is not influenced by the other so don’t ever worry about that again.”

“Ok, I really must show you some of my Queen favorites” He stood up. His attitude changed suddenly, he was really not good at opening about his feeling contrary of what people would think of extrovert people. “Everything by it’s time” you thought deciding you wouldn’t pressure him to talk about his feelings.

The night went by and he showed you more Queen songs, even some Disco ones which you’d had imagined were theirs. The amount of thing Joe knew about Queen was impressive, he really was passionate about them and his role in the movie, it was like his eyes shined every time he talked about it. At some point he even played the bass for you, he looked really handsome and kinda hot while doing it. It was getting really late and you had to leave since you were driving home.

“Do you really have to leave?” He asked while holding you in his arms, acting a bit like a little kid which was cute

“I really have to Joe, sorry” You apologized

“Don’t apologize when you can stay” He flirted trying to convince you

“As smooth as that was, I can’t” You giggled

“Fine but kiss me before you leave me all alone”

“Joseph I am not leaving you all alone” You disclosed “But yes I’ll kiss you” you gave him a really long sweet kiss. You tried to back off but he pulled you again turning the kiss into a hot one, he slowly bit your lip just before letting you go.

“You still don’t want to stay?” He murmured with a smirk on his face

“I want to but I can” You said getting away from his touch “Not yet at least” You comforted him

“Fine, I won’t control myself when you are ready for it girl” He kissed you cheek trying to provoke you.

“Goodbye” You gave him a small kiss right before opening the door “Don’t miss me a lot” You walked to your car

“I will beautiful” You heard him say while getting into your car.

“Already miss you” Joe texted, it surprised you how sweet yet hot he could be. In the way home you fantasized how he was when he didn’t control himself as he said. The thought of him was already getting you all bothered “I will be ready soon” you replied when you got home.

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borhap-au · 4 years ago

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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

Passed out.

Joe looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw you. You definitely caught his attention while you were walking down the street. You looked at him, but didn’t smile back. You were feeling sick and dizzy, you leaned on the wall to support yourself. You were breathing heavily and closed your eyes, hoping it would just go away. But it didn’t. Joe looked at you a bit surprised, not knowing what’s happening, but he wasn’t the one to bother strangers and he just assumed you were sad, maybe after a heartbreak. But as he approached you, you only felt worse and worse and finally you slipped down the wall and fell on the ground. Joe immediately run up to you.

“Excuse me? Miss? Are you alright?” He kneeled next to you and gently squeezed your hand to see if you respond. When you didn’t, he leaned over you and put his ear close to your mouth in hopes to hear your breath while also observing your chest. It was moving up and down steadily and he could hear your breath, so he sighed relieved. He lied you on your back and put your legs on your bag and his backpack to aid blood flow to the brain. He loosen the belt you had on your dress and took his phone to immediately call 911.

He stayed with you until the help arrived. They took you to the ambulance and asked whether Joe knew you. He admitted he didn’t, but he felt weirdly responsible for you, so he asked whether he could go with you. They agreed.

After they run all the exams and made sure you’re going to be alright, they put you in a room until you regain consciousness. After some time, you finally did. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the bright lights in the room. Joe smiled at you.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” He asked and you looked at him trying to remember when you saw him before. He was like a fainted memory. You tried to speak, but your throat was too dry.

“Water?” you grunted quietly. He nodded and walked out of the room to try and find some water. When he did, he came back and helped you sit up and take a few sips.

“Is it better?” you nodded your head and covered yourself with the quilt.

“Why am I here?” you asked and Joe explained you how you passed out and needed to be rushed to the hospital. “And why are you here?” He didn’t have a good answer to that, other than he just needed to make sure this absolute stranger is feeling better.

“Empathy, I guess,” he smiled a bit embarrassed. “I just needed to make sure you’re going to be alright. I found you, so…” he shrugged. You gave him a little smile.

“Thank you for that. And for everything,” you put your hand on his and squeezed it gently. “If there is anything I can do for you, tell me. I’d like to repay you somehow for taking care of me.”

“Nonsense. I did what anyone would do, you don’t need to thank me for anything. And you most definitely don’t have repay me,” he replayed and pet your hand with his thumb. “I’m just glad to see you’re okay.”

“I insist. Can I at least… Invite you for a cup of coffee?” you took your hand away and smiled at the beautiful stranger.

“I don’t think coffee would be good in your current situation…”

“Then dinner. Let me invite you to a dinner. Please,” you didn’t give up. “Tonight.”

“Well, I guess I need to make sure nothing bad will happen to you. My car is parked not far from here, I can take you home,” he suggested and you nodded your head. You weren’t from this part of the town, it would be a long walk home.

“Yes, and after that, I will invite you to a great Italian restaurant near my home. We’re settled,” you smiled proudly. He chuckled and nodded.

“Alright then. We can do that,” he finally agreed. “I’m Joe, by the way,” he smiled and reached out his hand.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself and shook his hand. “So Joey, huh? That’s the name of my prince in shining armor?” He chuckled hearing that. “Joseph the Great,” you joked smiling at him.

“I’m hardly that. I’m just glad I could help.”

Soon after that a doctor joined you. When they made sure you’re going to be okay, they monitored your heartbeat and talked with you about potential causes of the fainting and how to avoid them, they let you go. You held Joe’s arm as you were walking to his car. Less of a necessity, more of a personal pleasure, but you didn’t let it be known. He opened the door for you and you thanked him as you got in.

“Can I change the station?” you asked during the trip.

“Sure,” he nodded his head and you immediately tried to find the radio station that played classic rock 24/7. When you did, the beginning of “Somebody to love” could be heard from the speakers.

“I love this song,” you smiled sitting more comfortably in your chair.

“Me too. It’s my favorite Queen song, if not my favorite song in general,” he smiled and you looked at him surprised.

“Really?” he nodded. “It’s my favorite too!” And it was just the beginning of things you had it common. You talked about movies, TV series, books, and you found out you had very similar taste. While in the restaurant, you both ordered the same meal without consulting each other beforehand.

“Of course I like that movie. Come on, it’s about dinosaurs, who doesn’t like them?” you smiled. “Like Jurassic Park. It’s a classic!”

“You like it?” he smiled and in that moment you confirmed what he already suspected to be true – you had no idea who he was.

“Oh, yeah, totally. I watched it for the first time when as a kid and totally loved it. All other action movies usually only had adults in it, this one was better, cause it had kids I could relate to,” you smiled and drank your water while he tried to hide his smirk.

“And what do you think about the ginger kid? I think he was quite lame…” he started, but you didn’t let him finish.

“Take that back!” you chuckled. “I won’t allow you to say a bad word about him. He’s my biggest childhood crush,” Joe couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. The situation was just too funny for him. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he moved his napkin on his lips pretending to wipe them, while in reality he was hiding his big smile.

“No, it’s not nothing. Tell me what’s so funny. Are you laughing at me?” He shook his head.

“No, no. I’m just happy you liked my performance, that’s all,” it took you a second to realize what he meant.

“No, come on. It’s not possible,” you muttered in disbelief.

“Joe Mazzello, nice to meet you,” he even took out his ID to prove you he’s not joking. You looked at it and immediately turned red.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry! I feel so stupid right now for not recognizing you. That’s why you looked so familiar… Oh, God. Once again, so so sorry. I must still be dizzy from earlier,” you tried to justify yourself.

“Don’t worry about it. It was actually nice not to be treated differently because of my work for once. Quite refreshing,” he reassured you.

“Well… One thing I have to admit, you know how to make a great impression on a girl even without your star status.”

“I’ll drink to that,” chuckled and lifted his glass with lemonade and you clinked your glasses then both of you drank your non-alcohol drinks. “So, you had a crush on me, huh?” he chuckled quietly.

“I feel so embarrassed right now!” you turned even more red.

“Come on, it was cute!” he chuckled quietly.

“No, it’s embarrassing and you know it. Go on, tell me who your crush was…”

The conversation didn’t stop there, neither did your relation. It soon turned into a boyfriend/girlfriend situation and let me tell you, Joe loved telling everyone the story of how he “saved your life” on your first meeting. You found it annoying at first, but with time you learned to love it. After all, that situation brought you two together.

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