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borhap-au · 4 years ago

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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

“You’d be better off with someone else”

Despite thinking long and hard, you weren’t able to answer the question “what you like the most about yourself,” because the truth was, there wasn’t such a thing. You hated your looks and your personality and your insecurity and… well, everything. The only good thing you found in your life was your relationship with Joe. He was a great boyfriend, very patient and understanding, but also loving and gentle. You loved spending your time with him – that is of course until the insecurity kicks in and ruin all the fun for you. You looked at him – a handsome, attractive man with a great sense of humor and amazing personality – and you couldn’t believe you dated him. But what you couldn’t believe even more, is why he dated you. In your opinion, he could’ve had any girl. He was charming, interesting and famous. There wasn’t a bad quality about him that you knew about. And yet he chose you, a “walking disaster,” as you liked to call yourself. And from that insecurity (and only from it, because Joe gave you no reason to think that) stem the idea that he will soon realize how bad you are, and how much better he can do, and he will leave you. So to save yourself some of the pain, you slowly started to distance yourself from him to make it easier later. It didn’t escape his attention.

You were sitting on a couch, watching a movie, but it wasn’t the usual scenario. Before, you would be snuggling to him and he would be petting your back. Right now, you were sitting at a distance, focusing on the movie instead of your boyfriend. He noticed.

“Y/N?” He looked at you concerned. “Did something happen?” He knew he had to be careful around you when you were feeling down. You were very fragile and he didn’t want to do anything to accidentally make it worse.

“No, why?” You looked at him for a short while and then came back to watching the movie. He moved closer to you and put his arm around you. You didn’t object, but your body was visibly tense.

“Are you sure? You seem a little different tonight,” he, on the other hand, paid no attention to the movie. He was completely focused on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied. It wasn’t a comfortable situation for you either. You missed his touch, but when you finally got it, you felt like you didn’t deserve it, like he should be with someone else right now, someone better than you. So you felt guilty for wasting his time.

“What’s with the distance then? And the sudden urge to watch the movie? We’ve seen it twice already, you never paid much attention to it,” he explained, but in truth, it wasn’t just about tonight. He felt your change of behavior much earlier than that, but for a while he thought it was just a phase that would soon pass.

“Third time’s a charm. I thought since we watched it so many times already, it would be nice to see the full movie at least once, to know what it is about,” he nodded at your answer. It sounded reasonable and you felt even worse about lying now that he believed in it.

He let it go for some time. Later that evening, you were making dinner and he came up to you, hug you from behind and started kissing your neck, as he usually did, to make your cooking a more pleasant experience. Usually you stopped, at least for some time, to enjoy his touch, but tonight you just continued making the meal ignoring his affection. You even moved away, trying to reach some ingredients, without minding his embrace. He stepped back.

“What is it this time?” he asked knowing very well it was never about the movie. He looked at you hurt and disappointed, but more in himself than in you. He hated the fact he couldn’t help you feel better.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m just really hungry, want to make the food quickly,” lies again. He didn’t fall for it twice, but he nodded his head, knowing you won’t tell him. You sighed seeing that. You didn’t want your last days together to be like that. You wanted him to have nice memories of you. “Don’t worry, Joey,” you muttered quietly while coming back to cooking. “The next girl will treat you better.”

“What?” he raised his brow, not believing what he just heard. “My next what?”

“Next girlfriend,” you repeated, not looking at him.

“Where did that come from? Why would I want another girlfriend?” he asked, visibly confused. He definitely didn’t expect to hear that.

“You know, someone who’s worthy of you. Someone… Who isn’t me,” it wasn’t easy to say, but it resonated in your mind for some time now. You believed wholeheartedly that you weren’t good enough for him.

“If my future girlfriend isn’t you, then I don’t want her,” you smiled under your breath hearing that. It was very sweet of him to say that.

“Joey, we both know you deserve so much better than me. Prettier, skinnier, smarter and funnier,” you said, trying to smile, but it wasn’t easy. “You deserve someone who will make you happy, instead of constantly getting you down. You deserve someone around who you won’t have to mind your words. A relationship in which you can be yourself, unapologetically, without always doing something for the other person.”

“I am unapologetically myself around you. It doesn’t bother me that you feel down sometimes. I mean of course, it’s a problem in a sense I would immediately want to make you feel better and I don’t like when you’re sad, but it’s not a thing that would make me break up with you, ever,” he held your hand to show you he means it.

“Baby, you can have a girl that’s so much prettier than me. And sexier. What about your friend? Or my cousin, you know which one,” you said and he laughed softly.

“Really, girly? You’re going to advertise me other women?” he smiled and pet your cheek. “I don’t want any other type of figure or any other type of beauty. I want your beauty. Why do you think I’m not capable of making my own decisions? I’m pretty grown up actually. I know you and I love what I know. I fell in love with you and not anyone else. And I’m very content with my choice. So let me have what I want, okay?”

“You will soon realize how awful I am and change your mind. Just wait, I know you will. And I don’t want to be around to have my heart broken when that happens,” he sighed hearing that and took his hand away.

“Really? You think I’m so moody that I would break up the happiest relationship I’ve ever had because of a whim? We don’t fight, we have mutual goals and we love each other. Why would anything change if it’s all so good? I like it now, I want to see no changes apart from you being happier and more confident in this relationship, because we… Well, we love each other still, right? I mean, do you love me?”

“Of course I do. I would be a fool not to love you,” you answered.

“That’s exactly how I feel about you. I love you, and I want to be with you and you only. You’re perfect for me, no one else is,” he reassured you. You sighed.

“I’m not perfect,” you muttered, and he came to you and hugged you tightly.

“You’re perfect for me. There are girls who have other qualities, maybe they have something that you want, but for me, you’re all I need. You have all the qualities I want in a girlfriend. You say there are skinnier girls? Girls that feel happier more often? Maybe. But at the same time I’m sure they would be annoying, or bossy, or whatever else. They have other qualities, sure. Qualities I don’t need. I chose you with my sane mind. I knew who you are and I chose you. Now I got to know you even better and I would still choose you, every time,” you hugged him tightly and started crying quietly.

“Even if I’m so boring…?” you muttered quietly.

“You’re not boring,” he reassured you, petting your back. “Actually, you’re fascinating to me. I love listening to you, especially when you’re passionate about something. It’s just so entertaining to watch. And I love looking at you, because you’re just my type. You have such a unique type of beauty, it’s so hard to find someone like you. And I found everything I ever needed in you.”

“What if you find someone better?” you didn’t look up saying that.

“Better from perfect? I don’t think so. I don’t know how I can explain that to you in other words, but life is not about being skinny, having perfect hair and clothes. For me relationships aren’t about that. That actress that you like so much? If I were with her you would probably think “that’s what he deserves,” meanwhile I would be suffocating in that relationship. Because she wouldn’t want to spend time with me like we do together, she would have other priorities, she wouldn’t get my sense of humor or whatever else. Your personality is perfect for me. So is your body, but I assume you won’t believe in that yet. But it’s true. So please, don’t push me away. Having this distance between us is a torture, really. Please, let us both be happy. Just be with me, and I’ll try to do anything I can to appreciate you like you should be appreciated. Can you do that for me?” You slowly nodded your head and only then looked him in the eyes. He smiled at you and kissed your lips softly.

“You’re sure you don’t want anyone else?” you asked after the kiss.

“I’m sure. Can you please stop asking me this question? I want you and you only. Did I ever do anything to make you feel otherwise?”

“No…,” you muttered quietly.

“So, please, don’t overthink it. If I had anything new to say to you, I would just say it, I wouldn’t expect you to learn that from some signs I’d give you. Really, I love you, and I will continue to love you, even if you break up with me. But please, don’t. I’m crazy about you,” he smiled, petting your cheek. You stood on your toes and kissed him softly. He kissed you back.

“Thank you,” you smiled after the kiss.

“Don’t thank me for that. And come on, you were hungry. We got to finish the meal,” said and this time he actually helped you out, not just by kisses. Although he planted some on your head and shoulder, because without them, it just wouldn’t be the same.

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mightyfineblog · 4 years ago

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All those bathroom scenes pt/2 (from my fics and dreams)

masterlist

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malekdarling · 6 years ago

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they’re iconic

#lucy boynton

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the-claire-bitch-project · 6 years ago

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yes!! you’re riding him but he’s sitting up and you just wrap a hand around his pretty throat and push him back into the headboard, his head falling back, eyes shutting as a filthy needy whine falls from his lips...

God his eyes would roll back just a little and he’d try to thrust up into you and you just say, “no, baby, stay still and let me ride you, mkay? Gonna be good for me aren’t you?”

#joe mazzello #me laying out everything i wanna do to him tho #that’s what that gif is #or him giving an interviewer every reason he has the best girlfriend in the world #(me)

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tutselutse · 6 years ago

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The Borhap Boys as songs from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend part 1

part 2

Joe:

Sports Analogies.

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Math of Love Triangles (between Ben & Cardboard Ben... but also Gwil and Rami)

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(I am sorry but I had to put Child Star)

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Rami:

The Cringe (the Nicole Kidman incident)

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The Moment Is Me. It’s his time to shiiiiine!

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#borhap boys #bohemian rhapsody #joe mazzello #rami malek #crazy ex-girlfriend #songs #meme #this is obviously a joke

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andyridgeley · 6 years ago

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i think my favorite random joe mazzello role was when he played a dumb teen that got killed by the headless horseman in this tv movie i used to be obsessed with and that to me is beautiful

#i just rewatched it because i saw it on his imdb list and i'm still reeling like???#listen you don't understand i was OBSESSED with the hollow i fucking loved it who's to say why????#personal thingys #joe mazzello #anyway i think i watched it on youtube??? just watch like the first 5 minutes #he's got a letter jacket and everything and he's got this girlfriend and they're the typical Dumb Teens #like lmao we were just talking about the sleepy hollow legend let'S GO SEE WHAT THIS NOISE IS IN THIS ABANDONED HOUSE!!!!#and the dude just yeets his head at him i'm- amazing #anyway i should go to sleep this is just really important to me

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illfoandillfie · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 3: Bukkake

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Primarily Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader and Lucy Boynton x Fem!Reader + also Lucy Boynton x Rami Malek + Gwilym Lee + Joe Mazzello

Words: 4,881

Warnings: bukkake (obviously), oral sex (f receiving), 69ing, cumplay, vibrators, some overstimulation, degredation (being called a slut).

A/N: This is something of a sequel to The Dinner Party. As soon as I saw bukkake was an option for day 3 I knew I had to do something with the borhap boys and then I’m too much of a whore to leave out Lucy so here we are lmao.

The day after the dinner party was a mostly quiet one. Ben treated you to a massage which was very appreciated, and then spent the rest of the day showering you in affection, ignoring your protests that you should be thanking him since he’d helped you live one of your biggest fantasies. You spent a long while talking about it too, going over everything in more detail now that you were in a better headspace to think properly. You talked through the emotions the scene had brought up and how close it came to what you’d been imagining. Ben confided which parts he’d liked most and which parts had made him worried and how he’d come close to safe wording once, when Joe had been spanking you. But for the most part he’d enjoyed it as much as you had and you agreed that neither of you would be opposed to something similar happening again. Although you also agreed that if it was a one-off event that would be okay too.  

Everyone remained in London for some weeks though it was hard to organise a group hang out again. You did meet up with everyone individually – Rami and Lucy joined you when Ben bought tickets to the ballet, you met Joe for dinner and drinks, and played a round of golf with Gwil – but it was difficult to find a time you were all free again. And not for lack of trying. It just seemed as if half of you were always busy at any one time. Lucy kept pushing though, eager to see everyone again, and eventually the planets aligned. A meeting fell through here, a lunch was rescheduled there, and all of a sudden everyone was free. There was some back and forth in the group chat about where to meet but eventually it was decided that your place would serve best again. It felt as if everyone was being careful not to reference the last time they’d all come over. It had felt like that every time you’d seen any of them. The most anyone had said was that dinner had been nice and it was good to catch up. But neither you nor Ben were keen to be the ones that brought it up either. For one thing you didn’t want to seem as if you were fishing for compliments, but there was also the uncertainty about far they’d read into such a comment. But even with the slight awkwardness, neither of you had any complaints about hosting everyone again.  

There was a lot less to prepare this time around, just a small afternoon tea rather than a full dinner. Ben did a run to the store to pick up a few necessities like milk and bread and a bag of apples so you could whip up a simple teacake. You had a quick tidy-up but didn’t need to go to the same amount of effort you’d required to set up for the dinner party. You didn’t have to worry about moving the furniture around, or dressing provocatively, or digging out sex toys, or anything like that. And when everyone arrived you sat around the living room on whichever chairs were available with mugs of tea or coffee, chatting casually, and snacking on sandwiches and cake. Some wine and bottles of beer got opened but that was as raucous as the afternoon seemed likely to get. At least, until an hour or so in when there was a lull in the conversation.  

For a moment all the talk seemed to stop. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. The silence was perfectly tolerable if a little odd considering how many of you there were. You were just about to ask Gwil how the project he was working on was going when Lucy spoke up.  “So that dinner party was fun.” She said, her eyes flicking from you to Ben and back again.  There was a chorus of agreement from everyone else and you giggled, knowing they were all thinking about what it had felt like to fuck you. Ben slowly lowered his beer bottle without it having reached his lips fully and your heartbeat sped up, wondering if they’d have more to say.  “I just have one small regret about the night,”  “Oh?” You felt as if every cell in your body had frozen in anticipation, wondering what Lucy might have regrets about. Had she disliked something that had happened?  “Well,” Lucy took a sip of her wine as if to fortify herself a little, “I wish we’d made out more. We could have made a show of it for the boys.”  Your body had started to work again but at twice the speed, your stomach somersaulting at the suggestion. You tried to keep your voice level, “Y-yeah, that, um, that probably would have been fun.”  Ben’s head had whipped around to look at you and in your peripheral vision you saw Gwil and Rami exchange looks. The same thought was on everybody’s mind but they were waiting for you. Slowly you turned to look at Ben too, already able to see the excitement in his eyes, “What do you say Benny? You okay to watch Me and Luce?”  “Uh,” he cleared his throat and nodded, “Yeah I’d like that a lot.”  “Rami?” you asked, sure he’d already have talked it through with Lucy but wanting to give him a chance to voice any discomfort, “Do you mind if I kiss your girlfriend?”  He chuckled softly, “No, I don’t mind at all.”  “Okay,” you glanced again at Lucy who had eagerly watched the whole exchange, and then back to Ben who nodded at you and took charge of the situation.   “Right. Lads, help me move the furniture a bit so the girls have some room. Babe, go and get a couple of blankets or sheets or something so that we don’t end up with spunk in the carpet.”  You hopped up and hurried to the bedroom as everyone else began rearranging the furniture. Lucy followed you and, to your surprise, so did Ben. He grabbed the pillows from your bed, pulling their covers off so they could be replaced with fresh ones as you dug through the cupboard for some clean sheets.  “Right, what did you ladies have in mind?” he asked softly as you all busied yourselves.  “Well, I guess, maybe me and Lucy will make out-”  “More,” Lucy cut in, “Not just making out, I want to fuck you.”  You gulped, “Okay. Me and Lucy will fuck and you guys can all watch and jack off over us. How does that sound?”  Lucy nodded enthusiastically, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”  Ben’s eyes flicked between you but he nodded, “That's what I assumed. Just to be clear though, nothing else?” “What did you have in mind?” Lucy asked slyly, “I’d be up for blowing you guys too if you wanted.” Ben laughed, though his cheeks flushed pink, “I wasn’t suggesting anything. In fact, I was going to say it’s probably safer if we put a no touch rule in place. I mean if you want things to be more like last time, obviously I’d be into that and I know Y/N would be too.” You nodded agreement. “But this is very spur of the moment, and a lot of planning went into last time. I’d at least want to talk to Rami about offering any, well,” “Any of our holes?” You suggested, making Ben flush more. “Yes, that.” He said with a small laugh, “It’s probably better if it’s a look but don’t touch situation. Unless you had other ideas.” “No, that makes sense,” Lucy said, “I did talk with Rami about it already but the idea of me being shared around wasn’t brought up, it was just about everyone watching me and Y/N.” “Then I think it’s for the best if we stick with that.” “Yeah, whatever you guys are most comfortable with,” Lucy said, “As long as I still get to play with Y/N’s cunt.” Ben smiled at having such a statement addressed to him, but he could see your excitement at the idea and was happy to agree on your behalf.   “Right well, I’m going to go make sure Rami knows whats going on. Why don’t you two go and get these sheets spread out, make it comfy for yourselves, and then I’ll go over the rules so everyone hears them and we can get started.”  You pulled Ben into a quick kiss, “Thanks babe. Love you.”  “Go on, go set up.” He laughed, handing Lucy the newly covered pillows, “Who knew we had two sluts in the group.”

By the time you returned to the main room it looked quite different. The coffee table had been shifted aside, butting up against a wall out of the way. The couch, arm chair and a few spare seats from around the dining table had been rearranged too, creating something of a circle. Ben pulled Rami aside and you were momentarily distracted watching them chat, until Lucy threw a pillow at your head to get your attention. Laughing again, a little giddy with excitement, you helped her spread out the sheets, laying the pillows in the centre. She observed what you’d created with her hands on her hips.  “There, that should do. How you feel about toys? Got a double ended dildo we could use?”  “Ummm, nothing like that. Theres a regular dildo though and a vibrator. Plus y’know, cuffs and paddles and that.”  Lucy shook her head, “What about that one with the remote we used on you last time?”  “Yeah, I’ve still got that. What are you thinking?”  “I’m thinking the boys could control it. And maybe grab the other vibe too?”  You agreed and hurried back to the bedroom as Ben gathered everyone’s attention to explain the rules of the evening.   “So Lucy and Y/N have graciously offered to be tonight's entertainment but there’s to be no touching involved. You are allowed to talk to them, give them suggestions, make comments about them, call them derogatory names – the same sort of thing as last time. And, of course, you’re encouraged to enjoy yourselves fully and have a cheeky wank while watching them. As long as you keep your hands to yourself. Um, what else,” Ben paused as he watched you re-join Lucy in the middle of the circle, “There is lube, if you’d like to use it. And if you are going to cum, try to aim for the girls or at least the sheets and not our furniture or carpet. Of course you can also-”  You stopped listening as Lucy tugged you down to the floor, situating herself above you so she was straddling your waist. She grabbed your wrists as you reached out to touch her, pushing them over your head and pinning them against the floor as she leaned down to kiss you.  You couldn’t help but arch into her, Ben’s voice calling you a slut still ringing in your ears, as you tried to deepen the kiss. 

Ben had long stopped talking, all four of the guys completely focused on you and Lucy. You were vaguely aware of the sounds of them getting comfortable as Lucy let your wrists go. She sat up straighter and drew her dress over her head, revealing the matching bra and panties she wore.   “Came prepared?” you asked which just made her laugh. “Now you,” she said, shuffling back so she could strip you too. You hadn’t put in as much effort with your underwear, not having expected to show it off for anyone other than Ben, but someone still let out a long low whistle of appreciation. Lucy giggled as she resettled herself on your hips and leaned down to kiss you again, distracting you as her hand reached for the vibrator.  You jolted as she pressed it against your clothed clit, holding it there until you let out a soft hum of pleasure. And then, just as soon as it had started it stopped. Lucy sat up again and looked around at the entranced men, all of whom seemed to be a little dazed.  “Well c’mon boys. We wanna see your cocks.”  There was a sharp intake of breath and then you heard zips lowering as each of them complied with Lucy’s request.   She just grinned at you. 

You had enough time to glance around and see Ben in one chair, slowly stroking his semi-hard dick, before Lucy surprised you with the vibrator again. She held it against you, turning up the speed of the vibrations and using the tip to draw circles over your clit as you squirmed underneath her. Rocking forward Lucy let out her own soft hum of pleasure as she rubbed herself against the vibrator too. From somewhere above you came a soft groan from one of the boys, though it was hard to tell who exactly when Lucy was once again adjusting the speed of the toy. She turned it up a notch, the buzzing getting louder as the speed increased, and held it firmly in place. Her other hand rested against your thigh so her back was arched slightly as she rocked against the toy, both of you keening and moaning softly as it drew you towards the edge. You came first, mouth falling open as you shuddered with the orgasm, but Lucy kept the vibrator in place until she’d reached her peak too. She didn’t take much longer than you did but it was long enough to have you whining as the pleasure teetered on the edge of pain. You felt nearly breathless as she shut it off and put it aside.

Looking up at your captive audience, Lucy asked, “What would you fellers like to see me do to the slut next?” It was quiet for a bit. You waited, still trying to catch your breath, to see if anyone would comment on your fate. After a moment Joe spoke up, “I think you shouldn’t throw stones in glass houses Luce. You’re as much of a slut as Y/N.” Lucy laughed, “Fair point. So then what would you like to watch two sluts do?” Joe didn’t even pause, “I think you should 69.” “That does sound fun,” Lucy said, already reaching for your knickers, “Someone unclasp my bra for me?” You let her work your underpants down your legs, watching as Joe happily stood up to help Lucy with her bra. She shucked it off and stood to remove her panties which gave you time to rid yourself of your own bra, leaving you both naked. The next thing you knew as you settled back against the pillow, was Lucy lowering herself over your lips and the salty sweet tang on your tongue as you licked along her wet slit. She hummed in response, and rocked against you, cooing about how good you were and how you were going to make her cum again, encouraging you to delve deeper and taste more of her. “I said 69 Luce,” Came Joe’s voice and then she lowered her head to your pussy too, her breath warm as she lightly licked along your lips.

Knowing that there were so many eyes on you was definitely a turn on, especially when you could hear the boys. They made comments about you and Lucy, calling you good sluts for keeping them entertained, grunting about how hot it was to watch as they stroked themselves. And then there was the sound of their strokes too, hands on skin, occasionally assisted by the wet of lube or spit. You could hear their hisses and hitched breaths mixed in with Lucy’s own sounds as she spread your lips with her fingers and lapped up your juices. The only problem was that Lucy’s ministrations were too light. Her tongue and lips felt nice as she traced them along your slit and flicked against your clit, but you wished she’d be a little firmer or faster. To compensate, or maybe in an attempt to demonstrate what you wanted, you sucked harder, pressed your tongue more firmly to her cunt. Which just made her climax sooner. She moaned when she hit her release, still bent over you but breaking contact so you were left wishing she’d just keep going. She rode out her orgasm on your face and then sighed with satisfaction as she crawled off you. “Lucy,” you pouted, wiping your mouth, “I didn’t finish.” She clicked her tongue and mockingly pouted back as she knelt between your legs, “Boo hoo.” Her fingers lightly traced along your lower stomach, making you shiver, “You already came once, isn’t that enough.” “I’d prefer more.” She let her hand trail lower, down to your clit, “Hmm, my mistake.” And then all of a sudden she was pressing two of her fingers into you, making you gasp. With her free hand she spread your lips open, offering the others a clear view of her fingers disappearing into your hole, all the while teasing you for being so wet and so desperate for more. You moaned as she adjusted her pace, speeding up, fucking you hard and fast with her two digits, but it wasn’t enough to get you close to orgasm. “Please,” you whined after a little while, but Lucy only laughed, continuing to finger you in the same way for a few more strokes before suddenly pulling out.

Before you could so much as open your mouth to swear, Lucy was pushing something new into you. Your voice cracked with your moan as she turned the egg on, the vibrations hitting all the spots Lucy hadn’t hit before. You were aware of Lucy kneeling over you as you writhed on the floor, unable to escape the constant stimulation. But, as you drew closer to the edge, it became harder and harder to take in what was happening around you. You were vaguely aware of one of the boys groaning but otherwise you were completely oblivious to the rest of the group, entirely consumed by your cunt and the release you’d so craved washing over you. Even when Gwil stood up aimed his cock at you, rapidly jerking himself until his semen painted your stomach, you barely had any clue it was happening. No one had stopped the egg, no one had slowed it. You gasped Lucy’s name, trying to tell her it was becoming too much but she didn’t answer. It wasn’t her fault though. You were too distracted to notice that Joe had gripped Lucy’s hair and pulled her around to face him. As you clutched at the sheets and wailed to god, Joe was groaning through his own orgasm, one hand holding Lucy in place so that not a drop missed her face. You only became aware that Lucy no longer had the controls when Ben shoved her down and told her to suck on your tits. Whoever had taken the controller from her, or picked it up when she dropped it, was kind enough to slow the vibrations to a less consistent pattern but they didn’t turn it off. Instead you experienced brief moments of piece between the harsh seconds of high intensity vibrations. And on top of that your nipple was enveloped by the warm wet of Lucy’s mouth. Joe’s cum spread from her cheeks and lips to your skin as she mouthed and kissed at every inch of your breasts. It must have made for a nice show because before long Ben was splattering his seed over Lucy’s back as Rami sprayed cum over your neck and into your mouth as you opened it to scream through another orgasm.

When the egg did stop, you were panting for air. Lucy was on her knees again, facing away from you and giggling as she drew her fingers across her cheek and licked them clean, clearly putting on a show for the boys. “You guys really must like seeing us be so slutty,” she laughed and you saw Ben and Gwil nod in unison. Gwil was already hard again, slowly stroking himself once more though Ben clearly needed some more time to recover. Sitting up, you glanced around and saw Rami watching you as Joe examined the controls of the egg. An idea had already formed as to how to get some revenge upon Lucy and so you held your finger to your lips before either Rami or Joe could give you away. Joe winked and Rami broke into a smile as you reached out for the discarded vibrator and quietly shuffled towards Lucy, her back still marked with Ben’s cum. Of course, both Ben and Gwil spotted you creeping up but they held their silence, Gwil telling Lucy to open her legs a little wider as if it would help get him off again. She obliged, her focus entirely on his weeping cock as she absentmindedly touched her pussy. “I know I’m not allowed to touch you,” Gwil said, “but I think it would be alright if you helped me out, don’t you?” “I suppose that would be okay,” Lucy said, hesitating for half a second before drawing her wet hand away from herself and reaching up to grasp Gwil’s cock. It gave you the perfect opportunity to close the distance between you and to press the tip of the vibrator against her hole,quickly pushing it in as you turned it on. It didn’t come up against much resistance, wet as she was. “What the f-oh!” She gasped as you thrust the buzzing toy in and out of her, adjusting the angle until her legs tensed and she moaned. And then you held it there as she dropped her hand and tried to bat you away. You tutted in her ear and told her you were just repaying her for what she’d done to you, beginning to properly fuck her with the toy, keeping it angled to hit whatever spot you’d located that she clearly enjoyed. The sight of you pumping the vibrator into Lucy’s pussy as you reached around to palm at her breasts obviously worked for Ben, his cock getting stiffer before your eyes. You heard Joe and Rami move towards you as well, though you couldn’t see how eagerly they watched as Lucy cried out and came. You felt very pleased with yourself for about a second before the egg jolted to life inside you again and you matched Lucy’s cry with your own, your hand slipping from the end of the vibrator. It stayed inside Lucy for a little longer, her cunt clenching so hard that it kept the toy in place, but before long it had slipped from her, still buzzing where it lay on the sheets. Joe still held the controls for the egg and adjusted them constantly, making the egg buzz higher and lower and stop and start so that you were barely feeling it beyond brief bursts of pain tinged pleasure. “Fuck that was hot,” Gwil grunted, his thumb spreading precum over his tip and down his length, “Both of you sluts looks at me.” You dragged your eyes up to his cock, watching how his fist sped up as he got closer and closer and then finally came again, making sure to hit you and Lucy’s chests.

There was a cheer as you felt yourself be manhandled into facing Lucy. She winked at you and bent forward to lick the cum from your tits, keeping it on her tongue so that when she kissed you, you could taste it. It mingled with her saliva and yours, streaked over your lips as Lucy deepened the kiss, making sure her tongue met yours so she could share every drop. What sperm had newly been spread over Lucy’s chest soon smeared across yours as she pulled your in close, your nipples brushing as you got drunk on her kiss. You were still feeling buzzes from the egg inside you though you doubted Joe still had the controller since the pattern was no longer as random. However, Lucy had no toy shoved inside her cunt to keep her on edge. Instead she manoeuvred so that her pussy pressed against your thigh, leaving a wet trail where she dragged it over your skin. You automatically lay a hand on Lucy’s back to hold you steady, inadvertently spreading the cum that had been left over her. That did it for Ben who grunted as he dripped more cum over you and Lucy as you made out. “Go on Luce, pin the whore and grind your cunts together.” Rami suggested, clearly enjoying seeing his girlfriend on top of someone else. She didn’t need to be asked twice, gladly pressing you to the sheet again and climbing on top. All you could do was whine at the inconsistent vibrations within you, looking up as Lucy pressed her pussy against yours, their slick mixing as she gyrated her hips. And then you felt it. Lucy had reached for the still on vibrator that had fallen from her. She pressed it between you and at the same moment, whoever now held the controller for the egg vibrator turned it up so that you felt the buzzing from inside and out. You screamed at the combination of sensations, pinned under Lucy and unable to escape. Lucy was moaning too, getting off on you. And you felt a sticky kind of wetness as Rami’s orgasm landed on your mound. Lucy used her fingers to spread it across her pussy and then continued to grind against you, the white of his release adding to the creamy wetness that already existed from both your cunts. You were the next to cum, unable to hold off as the egg got louder and faster. And then Joe who didn’t seem too fussed about aiming for either of you. His cum spilt onto the sheets around you but neither of you noticed. You were too busy whining as you once again became overstimulated and Lucy was entirely distracted by her quest for a final orgasm. By the time she reached it you were nearly crying, but thankfully she shook with her well earned climax and then slipped from you to lay on the floor.

Ben had already zipped himself away and was quick to catch the vibrator and turn it off as whoever had the controls mercifully switched yours off as well. You hissed when you tried to move, the egg still rubbing the sensitive spot but Ben hushed you and gently removed it from your pulsing pussy. “Joe, Gwil. D’you guys want to get everyone some water?” He asked, though it wasn’t really a question. They agreed and you heard their footsteps disappear through the doorway. Once they’d gone, Rami helped Lucy up as Ben helped you, leaning in to kiss your forehead softly. “Are you both okay?” Rami asked, concern written in his features. Lucy said yes as you nodded and, satisfied, they assisted you towards the bathroom, letting you each lean against them as you walked slowly. Ben tried to insist on helping you clean up but you told him it was fine and shut the door so that you and Lucy could run some warm water and clear away the evidence of your debauchery. Lucy laughed, seeming less worn by the second, as you scrubbed her back clean with a flannel, “That was a lot of fun.” “Yeah it was. Really glad you suggested it.” “Good. I was a little worried you wouldn't go for it after last time.” “Are you kidding? Me and Ben were both kind of wondering if anyone would want to do something like that again. But we didn’t want to just ask for it in case it seemed like that was the only reason we’d want to hang out.” “Think it’s safe to say everyone would be on board if you ever suggested a dinner party again.” You laughed too, “Yeah, I think you’re right.

Rami knocked on the door as you were washing yourselves so he could return your clothes to you and by the time you were both redressed the living room was almost back to normal. The chairs were still rearranged but no one seemed too bothered by it. When the boys realised you and Lucy were coming back, a round of applause broke out. You laughed, a little embarrassed, but gave a bow as if you were completing a performance, Lucy joining in beside you. She made her way to the couch where Rami sat, curling up and laying her head in his lap as she finally relaxed. You found Ben, sure you weren’t going to have the same emotional reaction you’d had to the events of the dinner party but wanting to be near him just in case. He was in an arm chair so you climbed onto his lap, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around you. You felt tired and a little sore but very very satisfied and your heart was nearly bursting with how lucky you were to know such a wonderful group of people. Ben’s hand was warm and heavy where it rested on your��side but you didn’t mind. It was comforting. As was the gentle rumble of his chest as he spoke, laughing with Joe about something as if there hadn’t been an interruption

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy | 1 | Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,662

Summery: Ben is a bit distraught from his many failed attempts at a long term relationship, so when a pair of girls at pub catches both his and Joe’s eyes, this girl might be just what this good old-fashioned lover boy needs to get back on his feet

A/N: Want to end up with Joe instead? Want to fill in a few of the gaps? Read the story from Joe’s point of view here -----> The Game | 1 | Joe Mazzello

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Lorraine has sent you a message. Ben’s phone screen read as he stood in the arrivals of Heathrow Airport. Joe was flying in this particular morning and would be spending the next week in London on a mini holiday while he was in between gigs. Ben smiled softly as he unlocked his phone, swiping through his apps, trying to find Bumble. Lorraine had been his date the previous evening for dinner and drinks at Clos Maggiore. The actor had had a genuinely good time, one of his best dates in a while in his opinion. He had shown up early, brought her flowers, but throughout the entire evening he couldn’t help but have the feeling that she hadn’t quite been feeling it. She seemed in a hurry to try and get herself home once they got their bill, even though he had been the one to pay, but he wanted to give her the benefit of doubt, figuring it had just been a long day for her. She had been nothing but a delightfully kind, ball of energy all through dinner, constantly smiling, making conversation, there was no way the date had gone badly in her mind, at least that’s what he thought. He opened the app and clicked on his new message from her.

Lorraine: Hey Ben, I just wanted to say thanks again for last night, you were so incredibly sweet, which is why it hurts me to say I don’t think it’s going to work out between the two of us...I just think we both want different things at this moment in time and... yeah...I’m sorry, I know you’ll find someone who’s meant for you soon. Xx

And just like that it was over again. Ben sighed softly as he hastily typed out a reply to the girl, telling her not to worry and that he wished her luck in the same endeavour or some bullshit like that, he wasn’t too sure if he was completely honest. When it came to replies like this, he was never truly focused on them. He had been unlucky in love for quite some time now. Just when things seemed like they were looking up in a relationship, or he felt like things were finally going to turn out different, in his favour, something went askew, and he would end up with his heart broken yet again. To be fair, he figured it had never truly healed when it had all but shattered at the end of his first relationship. His girlfriend of nine years had broken up while he was on his breakthrough film role. Everything was going great, but all life ever was, was a series of fuck ups and heartaches with brief commercial breaks of happiness. Bohemian Rhapsody had been his commercial break before she ripped the carpet out from under him. After that he had tried his hand at Bumble for a bit, though nothing but a few one-night stands came out of it. Then there had been his relationship with one of his co-stars, but that relationship had quickly fizzled out when they had been unable to see each other, she was even dating someone else a week after they broke up. Figuring he had had nothing to lose at this point, Ben took it back to the dating apps to try his luck. So far it had been a few dates that hadn’t amounted to much of anything, and quite frankly the blonde actor was starting to get discouraged. He sighed furrowing his brow in sadness as he pinched the bridge of his nose as he breathed out an annoyed sigh. He was so over this whole single thing. “Geez, try not to look so depressed Ben, I’m here now.” Joe’s voice pulled the blonde out of his thoughts. Ben looked up to see his friend standing before him. Joe smirked, stretching his arms out all dramatic like. “I have arrived.”

“About damn time if you ask me.” Ben smirked, offering his friend a one-armed bro hug. Joe being here for the next week would be a great distraction away from his crippling reality he was going to be alone for the rest of his life. If the girl he fancied didn’t want him, the girls who fancied him he didn’t. “Great to see you again, mate.”

“You too.” Joe chuckled, before he grabbed Ben, placing a hand on either side of his face, his stormy eyes connecting with Ben’s bright celadon orbs. “Don’t you dare leave me again, you hear me?”

Ben chuckled, pushing Joe off of himself, leave it to Joe to start their ‘flirting’ the second they met up again. Some things never changed, something that Ben was happy for at this point in time. He could use a bit of good fun for a change. “Well lucky for you I brought the handcuffs.” Ben winked cheekily.

“Ooo, someone’s horny this morning.” Joe laughed. “Couldn’t satisfy your morning wood on your own?”

They laughed wholeheartedly as Ben moved to grab Joe’s main bag. He could see the dark circles under his American friend’s eyes, he was obviously exhausted, taking his bag for him was the least that he could do. “My car’s out in the carpark, shall we?”

“Coffee first.” Joe completely ignored the blonde before heading into the Costa Coffee Ben had been standing next to this whole time. As the pair made their way out to Ben’s car, Joe couldn’t help but notice how down Ben still seemed. The blonde had to admit that his mood had improved some after meeting up with Joe, but Lorraine’s message had all but ruined his day. “You alright? You seem a lot more down than usual.”

“Ah, it’s nothing…” The blonde tried to wave him off. Joe had come over to London to have a good time, and forget about the annoyances of normal life, the least Ben could do was not force his own problems upon his friend. That would just be plain rude, especially for someone who was on holiday. “Just life, you know?”

“Not in the slightest, but that could be the thirty-six hours of non-stop travel talking.” Joe shrugged, taking a long sip of his coffee. “That’s some good hot Joe right there.”

“I’ll say.” Ben winked cheekily.

Ben brought Joe back to his flat where Joe promptly fell asleep on Ben’s couch as they watched Angel has Fallen.Ben chuckled softly seeing how the American cuddled with the pillow he held in his arms before snapping a photo of the sleeping actor, sending it to the group chat they had with Gwilym.

Ben: [Sent a photo] Sleeping Beauty 😘

Gwil: I get to wake her up! 😘😍

Ben: When she’s so obviously dreaming of me? 😏

Gwil: Sounds more like a nightmare to me 😜

Later that night, Ben and Joe sat across from each other at a pub not too far from Ben’s flat. It was a cool little place, decked out in neon and had an old school rock ‘n roll vibe to it. Even with the rock ‘n roll music pouring out of every speaker, it still managed to have a very warm, inviting feeling. Joe had been in the middle of a story surrounding his latest blunder of a project when two girls entered the pub, quickly catching the younger blonde actor’s eye. As the pair stood by the door for a moment looking for a place to take a seat, the (H/L) (H/C) one wearing a (Your Favourite Colour (Y/F/C)) flowy blouse caught his eye in particular. He watched as they slowly walked toward their table, as they made their way to the only empty place in the corner. She was absolutely stunning, and Ben felt his heart flutter in his chest as the closer she got. Her makeup and hair were spot on and complemented her sparkling, smiling (E/C) irises perfectly. Ben may have worked with starlets in Hollywood, but she outshined them all, hell she outshined all the stars in the sky with her radiance. Her sparkling eyes briefly connected with Ben’s as they passed, she offered him a kind but otherwise bashful smile as they passed. Ben felt his grin stretch even further across his face at her shyness, it was endearing to his heart, and so unbelievably cute, but as quickly as she had been there, she was gone. As much as he wanted to turn around to keep checking her out, he knew that would’ve been rude to Joe, he was there to hang out with Joe, not to try and pick-up women...though honestly was there anything against him doing both? After all there was two of them, so why not? “So, then I told my agent if I ever had to work with ducks again it’d be too soon.” The American laughed as he took a swig of his pint.

“Yeah?” Ben smirked, the girl in (Y/F/C) not far from the forefront of his mind as he tried desperately to pick up where he had left off with his conversation with Joe. “That’s great mate.”

“You weren’t listening at all were you?” Joe asked in mock hurt. “Really Ben, I could expect this kind of crap from Gwil but not from you!” He accused, making the Brit roll his eyes in fake annoyance. “Did it have anything to do with those two girls that just sat down in the corner because wow! They’re stunning. Especially the one in (your friend’s favourite colour (Y/F/F/C)).” Joe smirked before whistling low.

“I’m rather partial to the one in (Y/F/C) myself.” Ben shrugged, taking a sip of his pint, smirking into his glass so Joe wouldn’t see. Last thing he needed was for the older actor to be making fun of him for being smitten over someone who had only walked past him in the pub. If Ben was being honest with himself, he completely lacked the courage to go over and talk to her. The last thing he needed was to be rejected not once, but twice in a single day.

“Well at least we’re in agreement over who gets who later on.” Joe chuckled. “We could buy them a couple of drinks, invite them over, it’ll be a good time.”

“I don’t know about that, mate. Maybe not the best idea…” Ben trailed off as he leaned back in his chair. He sighed softly to himself, as much as he fancied her on first sight, there was no way someone as gorgeous as her would go for a bloke like him. What did he have to offer her anyway?

“What are you talking about, of course it’s a good idea!”

“You don’t think that’s coming on a bit strong?”

“Jesus, I have so much to teach you...now listen here you British heart-throb…”

Meanwhile at the table in the corner (Y/N) and (Y/F/N) had just put in an order for some pub food and a couple of pints. “Don’t look now, but there’s a really hot guy over there…” (Y/F/N) leaned across the table to speak a bit quieter to keep prying ears from overhearing before pointing over at the table containing the blonde and his auburn-haired friend from earlier.

(Y/N) felt her face heat up as she stared at the back of the blonde’s head. He had had the most breath-taking celadon irises she had ever seen. She wished they could’ve sat with them so that she could continue to stare into them, marvel them in all their glory, maybe even get lost in them as he spoke to her. “Which one, the blonde or his friend…?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly, fearful (Y/F/N) would say the blonde.

(Y/F/N) rolled her eyes slightly, a smirk on her lips. “The auburn haired one of course! Something about those stormy eyes of his, oof.”

“I know what you mean...he’s quite attractive.” (Y/N) admitted turning her gaze back to (Y/F/N). “So, you going to go for him? Leave me alone yet again tonight?” She teased lightly. (Y/N) loved (Y/F/N) to pieces but when she got someone she wanted in her sight; she’d stop at nothing to get that guy. This guy with blonde would probably be no exception, she could already see her mentally drooling over him. Not that she would complain, (Y/N) was her wing woman after all and helping her get her guy would mean she might get to talk with the blonde after all.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure a good-looking guy like that, his blonde friend there has to be just as good as him.” (Y/F/N) giggled.

“Oh, he was…” (Y/N) trailed off, a hit of blush covering her cheeks as she looked down bashfully. He had been something out a dream, if she hadn’t seen him with her own eyes, she would’ve thought he wasn’t real, but there he was, living and breathing. She only hoped that he had as lovely of a personality to match his looks. Sure, she liked guys who were conventionally pretty, but at the end of the day, (Y/N) preferred guys who had interesting personalities, were kind, loved classic rock, and dogs.

“Ooooo, is that a hint of blush I see? Somebody’s smitten.”

“Oh, give me a break, (Y/F/N). It’s just looks, its what’s inside that counts.”

“True as that may be, we’re in agreement that the outside looks are a bonus?”

“Oh, one hundred percent.” (Y/N) bit the inside of her lip, eyes flicking over to the blonde once again, a vision of those celadon eyes of his popping into the forefront of her mind. How she longed to see those eyes again, the question was how, it’s not like she could just walk over there, that would make her seem desperate. Dating after all, was a game, one that she wasn’t necessarily good at, not like (Y/F/N) at least, she was always so confident. In an uncharacteristic moment of boldness, (Y/N) turned to (Y/F/N). “What if we sent them a couple of shots?”

(Y/F/N) smirked softly, sitting up a bit more in surprise. “Well, well, well look who’s suddenly being bold.”

“Well I...you know...I just...is that something girls do? I mean usually it’s the other way around, and I don’t want to challenge their masculinity and all that…” (Y/N) babbled trying to work out her thought process. She wasn’t sure where that idea had come from, especially since it was often always the guys who sent drinks.

(Y/F/N) rolled her eyes looking at (Y/N) with a knowing glance. “(Y/N) it’s the twenty-first century, I’m pretty sure we can do whatever the hell we want. But I’ll let you decide if we do it.”

“Why me?”

“Because you need to be more spontaneous.” She smirked.

“Alright Harry Bright, whatever you say.” (Y/N) giggled, reaching for her handbag before pulling out a £1 coin. “We’ll leave it up to the gods of fate, heads we send them drinks, tails we don’t.”

Back at Ben and Joe’s table, Joe had just finished explaining to Ben why he needed to take more risks in life. A strange silence had fallen over the pair, leaving Ben to casually trail a finger over the rim of his glass as Joe typed something in on his phone. His thoughts kept returning to the rejection text he had received from Lorraine earlier. She hadn’t criticised anything he had done on the date itself, so it couldn’t have been him, but he still couldn’t get over the idea that he maybe just wasn’t good enough. Afterall, why else would he be turned down so often? He sighed to himself running a hand through his hair. What was so bad about him that he couldn’t for the life of him get and keep a girl? Did he come on too strong or something? He thought that he was just being polite, if anything maybe a bit old fashioned at times, but he thought girls like that kind of sappy stuff, at least that’s what they liked in all the rom coms. “Joe...can I ask you something?” Ben mumbled not looking up from his pint.

Joe set his phone face down on the table before responding. “I thought, you’d never ask! Yes, Ben, I will marry you!!!” The American jokingly cheered, throwing his arms around the blonde Brit across the table.

Ben rolled his eyes and sighed solemnly. As much as he appreciated Joe trying to lighten the mood, he wasn’t in the best state of mind for it at the moment. “I’m being serious mate…”

“You alright?”

“Is...is there something wrong with me?”

“Well, you’re too pretty for your damn good for a start.” Joe chuckled but his smile faded seeing Ben cast his eyes down at his barely touched drink. “I don’t follow.”

The blonde sighed heavily taking a long swig of his Jack and coke. “I’m thirty. I’ve been in one serious relationship, one I honestly thought was going to be it, and ever since she left me, I just...I can’t seem to get and keep a girlfriend!”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it, dude.”

“I’m beginning to think I might be undatable.”

“Alright now that’s so not true. Hell, if I were a girl, I’d date you no questions asked.”

“Gee, thanks”

“I’m being serious dude. Some of the things you’ve told me you’ve done for your past dates and girlfriends; you give the rest of us guys a bad name. You’re such a romantic. You wear your heart on your sleeve and it’s the most wholesome thing.”

“That’s just the point, I feel like I’m putting it all out there and I’m not getting anything in return. They like me for EastEnders, for my body…” He trailed off, sighing softly looking back down. Most of the time that’s where people recognised him, the fucking series where the writers just couldn’t resist making it, so his character Peter had his shirt off at every possible moment. That being a good chunk of his film reel at that point in time caused a great deal of anxiety and worry for the young actor, in fear that he would only be type casted for his body. That was the last thing he wanted; he went to one of the best schools for acting in all of England for a reason. If he got a part, he wanted it to be because of his raw talent not because of the way he looked. The same went for his relationships, he wanted a girl to like him for him, not because he was supposedly ‘carved by the Greek gods’ as the fandom so liked to put. “They don’t like Ben Jones...they like Ben Hardy.”

Joe paused a moment seeing how distraught the blonde across from him was. He genuinely thought he wasn’t ever going to be good enough for any girl. The older actor sighed and rolled his eyes. “The right girl for you is going to come around one day, bro. And it’s going to be sooner than you think.” As if on cue, a waitress came by and set two shots of Jack Daniels in front of the actors. “We didn’t order that.”

“Oh, I know, these are from the two girls at the corner table there. ‘Two shots of Jack Daniel’s for the blonde and his friend’.” She pointed at a table with a pair of girls engrossed in their own conversation watching them out of the corner of their eyes. Seeing the waitress at their table the girls turned their full attention over to the two actors, watching intently for what their reaction might be. Ben and Joe turned their glances to see who the waitress was talking about. Ben felt a soft smile spread across his features as he locked eyes with the one in the (Y/F/C) blouse who had caught his eye earlier in the evening. Her eyes glinted in the low light of the pub as she ducked her head down shyly, her smile just as bright as her eyes. He nodded his thanks to her with a warm smile, chuckling softly to himself as she blushed heavily before putting her head down in her arms while her friend in the (Y/F/F/C) blouse laughed, winking confidently at Joe before she too turned back to her friend who was still trying to make herself invisible. “Enjoy lads.” The waitress smiled before walking off.

“Well then, would you look at that.” Joe smirked, picking up his shot with a chuckle. “Looks like they beat us to it then. Normally it’s the other way around, I admire their boldness.”

“I’ve never had this happen to me before.” Ben chuckled, picking up his shot as a wide smile spread across his face.

“You’ve never had someone offer to buy you a drink before?”

“No, I’ve had dates offer to pay for a round or their own share of the date, I just mean I’ve never had someone send me a drink from across the pub before.” He chuckled as Joe hit his arm. “This is a new experience for me.”

“They’re looking over here, quick, raise your shot at them to thank them.” Joe commanded, the blonde turning around as he made eye contact with the girl again. He felt his heart flutter in his chest very slightly as he raised his glass to her, a wide smile on his face, thankful that she was far enough away where she couldn’t see the blush on his face. The two actors clinked their glasses together before downing the shots each groaning happily at the taste. “Oh, we for sure have to go talk to them now!” Joe cheered. “After all, they bought us drinks, and that was some top shelf stuff.”

“No way, mate, not me.” Ben chuckled leaning back in his seat.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I’m just…” He sighed happily as he thought about the girl again. Someone as adorable as her, someone like him didn’t deserve her even if she did somehow fancy him too. “I’m just so flattered you know. Something like this doesn’t happen to a guy like me, it’s almost always the other way around you know?”

“All the more reason to go talk to them!”

“I wouldn’t even know what to say if I did go over. You go thank them; I’ll sit this one out mate.”

Joe shrugged, picking up his pint as he stood up. “Your loss dude, but there are two of them.”

“Well, it seems like they liked the drinks at least.” (Y/N) admitted as she nervously chewed on a chip.

“Of course, they did. You need to stop worrying so much (Y/N/N). Embrace the spontaneity.” (Y/F/N) chuckled.

“You keep saying that word, I don’t think it means what you think it does.”

“Whatever you say, Inigo Montoya.”

“You killed my father, prepare to die.” (Y/N) laughed, turning her gaze back to the guys to see the auburn haired one making his way over to their table. (Y/N) felt her heart sink ever so slightly, as usual it seemed as though only (Y/F/N) was going to be getting lucky tonight. (Y/N) had genuinely thought that there was a chance that the blonde might’ve been interested in her from the way he looked at her as they passed them earlier, but it would appear she was wrong. If anything (Y/N) was happy for (Y/F/N), but (Y/N) felt as though she was owed a win herself now, but apparently not. “Don’t look now, but your man is coming this way.” (Y/N) smirked across the table at (Y/F/N) who had a sly grin on her face.

“At last, my prey is falling victim to the trap I have set.” She chuckled lightly as the auburn-haired guy stopped next to their table.

Ben rolled his eyes as Joe walked off across the pub. He pulled out his phone and began to scroll through their group chat with Gwil again, seeing Joe’s messages from earlier. The blonde laughed at Gwil’s responses before typing in his own reply.

Ben: He’s cheating on us both Gwil! He’s found someone at the pub 😭

Gwil: The nerve! How dare he do this to me! After I gave him the best years of my life!

Ben: Apparently drag wasn’t enough to keep him on the hook

Gwil: Their tits are real, that’s the difference 😂

It’s not that Ben didn’t want to go over to the girls, it’s just with something like this, being sent a drink, the whole situation was just so delicate. He didn’t know how to process it; it was so incredibly sweet. He wondered if this is how girls felt when guys did this for them with no reason other than they wanted to. Especially given his last few weeks with getting turned down by various girls, he was almost certain that after this girl met him, she’d want nothing to do with him...they always did.

After a little while Joe plopped himself back down in the seat across from the blonde. The American had a wide smile covering his features as he waved over the waitress. “I’m assuming it went alright then?”

“Better than alright, I got the one in the (Y/F/F/C) top’s phone number.” Joe smirked as the waitress came over.

“What can I get for you lads?” She asked.

“Yeah, could we send a (Your Favourite Drink) and (Your Friend’s Favourite Drink) over to those two girls in the corner over there.” Joe asked, thanking the waitress as she nodded and walked off. “You really should’ve come over. (Y/F/N)’s friend there seemed a bit disheartened that you didn’t come over too.”

“I would’ve just made a fool of myself, mate. Trust me when I say that it’s better that I didn’t.” Ben sighed. The pair continued to drink for a bit and talk about their various projects when Joe smirked softly, sitting up a bit straighter in his seat. “What’s the matter with you? The blonde asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The girls are coming this way.” Joe informed him nonchalantly sipping on his drink as they approached the table. “Ladies.” He smirked.

“Hi!” They both greeted them as they stood next to their table.

“Thank you for the drinks!” (Y/F/N) smiled, pushing (Y/N) a little closer toward the blonde actor who was looking her up and down. (Y/N) bit the inside of her lip, it was one thing to walk past the guy, but to be stood here next to him like this, she was sure he could hear her heart pounding against her chest. The sound of it in her ears was absolutely deafening.

“Ah it’s no problem really! We were happy to do it!” Joe waved them off. “This is Ben by the way.”

“Hi nice to meet you.” Ben smiled brightly, at (Y/N) in particular. He watched as she nervously reached up to play with her hair as her eyelashes fluttered, subtly enticing the actor.

“Hi, I’m (Y/F/N).” (Y/F/N) waved before nudging (Y/N) a bit when she hesitated too long to answer.

“(Y/N).” She blushed softly, looking down bashfully away from the sparkling celadon gaze of the blonde actor. He was so unbelievably gorgeous and if she played her cards right, he’d be all hers.

“Are you two leaving?” Ben asked, smirking softly at (Y/N)’s shyness, but his own eyes slightly saddened. If they couldn’t convince them to stay, he would’ve wasted his chance to get with her.

“Yeah, we were thinking of hitting up another pub not too far from here. We were wondering if you guys might like to join us.” (Y/F/N) smiled, looking at Joe in particular, fluttering her eyelashes.

The blonde looked to his American friend with a smirk and shrug. “I’m game if you are.” Anything to keep him near this seemingly lovely (H/C) girl.

“Who am I to deny the request of a lovely lady.” Joe winked as he and Ben threw the remainder of their drinks back. Tonight, was about to get interesting.

Part 2

A/N: you definitely don’t need to read The Game | 1 | Joe Mazzello to understand this but it does give more pieces to the puzzle like what happened when joe went to the other table or more texting conversations with Gwil. Both stories will be updated simultaneously for this reason

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years ago

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Hey could i pls get a joe mazzello x short libra reader? Its kinda a werid request but i saw the other one with the leo :D

Hi there! Sure thing! I already wrote about Joe with a Libra reader.

You can read it here!

Now I will look up more things about it and add on plus the elements of dating someone shorter!

Reader here is gender neutral. No warnings, but just general fluff.

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Joe Mazzello dating a short! Libra! Reader would include...

Joe appreciates your charm and diplomacy. You have that man wrapped around your little finger and you can't convince me otherwise. But you definitely aren't manipulative to where it's toxic around Joey (we don't take kindly to abusive relationships in these parts) You can even things out when Joe doesn’t get his way sometimes. Like he will pout about not landing an audition but you will tell him "it looks like it might suck...and someone else might need it more than you!"

You appreciate Joe's love of order and the rewards that come with it. If he is looking for the spatula while cooking, you know where it is. It inspires you to even get your own life together looking at him!

You and Joe are willing and able to see the different sides of an argument. Say you have opposing opinions on if pineapple belongs on pizza. This brings about a long-winded debate (that honestly, Joe's comments make you laugh hard bc of how into it he gets). You respect each other's differences. But you like the banter and examining subjects after looking at the fact.

In fact, you mostly have good, honest conversations with Joe and can trust him even to help hide a dead body at 3 am if need be!

You both love structure and have similar tastes. You both adore going to a special museum of a painter or will watch movies together with the prettiest cinematography. You share each other's playlists and cry at how lovely it sounds in your ears and just cry and cuddle while listening to records because of how moving it is.

Joe is more on the short side! So he LOVES being the taller guy so he can protect you!!! He can feel big and tough! You know that vine of the guy going "no that's my girlfriend!" regardless of your gender, you catch Joe doing something similar. Like "no, that's MY Y/N! MY s/o! They're spoken for!" in a blanket playing with a toy sword.

Though he slouches more because he wants to get at eye level with you. He’ll tip your head to kiss you. But he’ll also pick you up and even swing you around with his guns! It feels like you are soaring up high- Joe makes you so happy it's like they are wings on your back when you're together.

You get creative when you take photos together- having to sit on his lap, find a place for him to kneel or you to stand, or else the poor photographer has their work cut out for them

But he will give you all sorts of loving nicknames as long as they don’t bother you! Like “fun-sized!” and “doughnut hole!” Your shortness is just one of many things that makes you you and Joey loves you for it!

Taglist: @seraphicmercury @queenlover05 @0x0spunky-monkey0x0

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years ago

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where reader is at Joe’s house and they are cuddled up on the couch watching a romantic movie together and they make small talk and steal glances at each other during the movie, and at the end of the movie, a guy proposes to his girlfriend and reader comments that she just loves happy endings and Joe agrees with reader and says that he hopes that tonight he gets his happy ending and reader looks at him confused and asks what he means, and Joe gets down on one knee and pulls out a velvet box and reader puts her hands over her mouth and is crying happy tears and Joe tells reader he loves her so much and asks reader if she’ll marry him?

Happy Ending

Fandom: American Actor, RPF,

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Reader,

Word Count: 943 // Rating: Gen

Summary: A quiet night in gets a little bit of excitement

Tags/ Warnings: Requests, Requested Fic, Rom Coms, Movie Night, Chick Flicks, Kissing, Engagement, Established Relationship, Love, Proposals, Teasing, Fluff, Bridget Jones' Diary, Reader's Ring Inspo

Notes: I missed this request in my notifications but here it is! @borhapgirlforlife19

I loved movie night. It was the highlight of my week. My life was currently so hectic and so was my boyfriend’s which meant that we didn't often get time to see each other. So, as a compromise, we had decided that at least one night a week we would take for each other and spend watching movies. Sometimes we went to an actual movie theatre but mostly it was like it was

tonight. The pair of us were sitting on Joe’s couch candy and popcorn littering the coffee table in front of us as Joe poured each of us a large glass of wine. I smiled and settled back onto the sofa, placing my hand on his back and rubbing it gently. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled, ‘what?’

‘Nothing,’ I shrugged as his smile widened, ‘I just love movie night.’

‘Me too,’ he said handing me my glass and then resting back and switching the television on.

He clicked on the home screen and then into the list of movies which he skimmed through unsure of what to pick. After a moment or two, he looked at me as if awaiting for me to suggest something.

‘What?’ I said taking a sip of my wine.

‘What do you want to watch?’ he asked.

‘Hmm,’ I said, ‘I’m okay with anything.’

‘You always say that,’ he grumbled.

‘Because it’s true,’ I giggled.

‘Oh come on surely there's something you wanna watch off the bat,’ he said as he slung his arm around me, ‘this is like when you say you don't care where we eat. Now I know that's not true.’

‘Because you should know,’ I giggled, ‘okay something…romantic?’

‘Like a chick flick?’ he groaned.

‘A rom-com,’ I corrected taking the remote out of his hand and finding the romantic comedy genre. Joe groaned again making me smirk as I flicked through the long list of films. I didn't know what to pick until finally, something caught my eye and I clicked it on without a second thought.

‘Bridget Jones?’ Joe said raising an eyebrow.

‘It’s a classic,’ I said.

‘Never seen it,’ he said simply.

‘What?!’ I baulked, ‘it’s on every Christmas! It’s like a rite of passage.’

‘I don't think I’m the target audience babe,’ he chuckled.

‘Well strap in Mazzello,’ I said, ‘because you’re in for a ride.’

Joe settled down and started to watch intently. As the film rolled on I swore I could even feel him chuckling beside me at some points. I loved it. Though it hadn't exactly aged well I didn't care as I watched Bridget struggle to choose between her two love rivals.

‘I can see why she likes him,’ Joe said as Hugh Grant fell into the lake and came out soaking wet, his shirt clinging to every muscle in his body.

‘Should I be concerned?’ I chuckled.

‘Hey Hugh Grant is a good-looking man,’ Joe said, ‘I can't deny that.’

‘Maybe,’ I said, ‘I’m more of a Darcy girl myself.’

‘Oh yeah?’ he said, ‘how come?’

‘He’s sweet. As good-looking as Daniel but not arrogant with it. He cares about her,’ I said catching his eye. He was watching me with a soft smile on his face which made me blush a little, ‘actually, he’s a lot like you.’

‘Well now I gotta swap teams,’ Joe said with a laugh.

As the movie rolled on we chatted only a little. He actually seemed to be quite invested in the story and even cheered a little when they started fighting. When the movie credits started rolling I sighed and sat up so I could tidy some stuff away.

‘That was a good movie,’ he said as I moved our glasses into the adjoining kitchen.

‘I love it,’ I called as I manoeuvred around.

‘Yeah I’m glad they ended up together,’ he said.

‘Me too,’ I smiled to myself, ‘I love a happy ending.’

‘Me too. In fact, I’m hoping I get mine,’ I heard him say.

‘What are you talking about?’ I said coming back into the living room.

When I appeared back into the room I was agog. The lights were dimmer and candles lit all around the room, so many I wondered how he’d managed to do it so quickly. And there, on one knee in the middle of the room as he presented an open ring box in my direction was Joe. Glee surged through me as I rushed towards him, his smile widening.

‘Joe-’ I said feeling tears brimming in my eyes as I clapped my hand over my mouth in shock.

‘Y/N,’ he said, ‘I love you so much. More than anyone I’ve ever loved in my entire life. I wanna spend the rest of our lives together. So, if you want to…will you marry me?’

‘Of course I want to!’ I squealed. He grabbed my hand and placed the ring on my ring finger quickly before he stood up and pulled me into him, kissing me deeply. I couldn't stop smiling throughout him kissing me and when he pulled back his smile was just as big as mine.

‘I’m so happy you said yes,’ he said, tears coming to his eyes as he placed his hand tenderly on my cheek.

‘As if you could doubt it,’ I said pecking him on the lips. My gaze dropped to the ring I had paid virtually no attention to. It was a simple silver band with a large diamond that I could hardly believe was mine. I loved it.

‘Joe I can’t believe it,’ I said, ‘I’m so happy.’

‘Me too baby,’ he said, ‘me too.’

#my writing #happy ending #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello #engagement #proposals #request #requested fics

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omgsquee2001 · 3 years ago

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Most Beautiful Self: Queer Eye + BoRhap x Reader

Day 2

Please do not repost anywhere without my permission!

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The door was opened and [Y/N] let out a gasp.

“Oh my gosh!”

There, standing in the door way, was one of her closest friends. Joe Mazzello. She quickly rushed over and quickly embraced him. Joe laughed and swayed them from side to side. After leaving the hug, Joe addressed Karamo. Karamo smiled.

“How’s it going, man? I’m Karamo, it’s nice to meet you.” Karamo introduced. Joe smiled and gave Karamo a hand shake.

“It’s nice to meet you, Karamo. Please, come inside.” He said. The two entered and [Y/N] let out another gasp of surprise. All of her friends were there. Rami Malek and his girlfriend Lucy. Her friend Gwilym was there as well. She walked over and hugged all of them.

I wanted [Y/N] to realize that she does deserve this life. She deserves to have an amazing fiancé like Ben. Sometimes, it helps to hear kind words from the people we love. So, I called up a lot of [Y/N] and Ben’s friends so that [Y/N] is reminded that she is loved.

Karamo looked at [Y/N].

“It’s important that we remember just how loved we are. Sometimes, when we forget those things, we need to hear it from those we hold closest to our hearts. So, I called up a lot of your and Ben’s friends so that you could hear for yourself how much you deserve the life you are living.” He said. Karamo sat a little ways in the back while [Y/N] and her friends sat in the living room. She turned to Lucy, since she had the closest bond with the blonde woman. Lucy took her friend’s hands in her’s.

“So, Karamo told us that you didn’t feel like you deserved the life you are living, that you feel normal and ordinary compared to Ben,” Lucy said. [Y/N] nodded. She was told from the beginning that none of the Fab 5 would ever use the information given to them against her in anyway. “I just want to let you know that you are an amazing woman. When you and Ben were dating and he introduced you to all of us, I knew that he had chosen the right woman. You are patient, kind and you love Ben with all of your heart. So don’t think for a moment that you don’t deserve Ben or his love.” Lucy said. [Y/N] smiled, wiping away some tears. She turned to Rami, who was sitting next to Lucy.

“[Y/N], you are one of the strongest, most hardworking and most loving woman I have ever met, besides Lucy,” he said, causing everyone to laugh. “I, am actually inspired by your hard work. I know Ben loves you with all of his heart. You are not at all normal. You’re extraordinary. You’re unique.” He said. The more that she heard these kind words from her friends, the more [Y/N] was smiling and being brought to tears. She turned to Gwilym.

“You say that you don’t deserve Ben’s love, but that isn’t at all true. You deserve every bit of Ben’s love and you deserve our love. You are so beautiful, and so strong. You’ve been through so much that has made you the woman you have become today.” Gwilym said. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her head. [Y/N] faced Joe. She had the strongest bond with him. Joe smiled.

“So, I think I can accept the fact that I will have to share Ben with you,” he teased, making everyone laugh. “[Y/N], you are my closest friend. And with that, I want to tell you, that I am so excited for you and Ben to get married at the end of this week. He deserves you as much as you deserve him.” Joe said. [Y/N] wiped away the tears that were falling from her eyes. Karamo looked at her.

“How do you feel after hearing those words?” He asked. [Y/N] sniffed.

“Um, I feel so blessed to have such amazing friends as these people here. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear them until, well, I did hear them. I’ve spent so long telling myself that I didn’t deserve this life or the love of my fiancé and friends.” She said. Karamo nodded.

“Why do you think you told yourself that?” He asked. [Y/N] sighed.

“I-I guess it was because I never expected to have this life, you know? Like, one minute I was taken in by my God Father, that was something I had to adjust to, and then, suddenly, my boyfriend and now Fiancé is Ben Hardy, it was kind of a lot. But now, I know that, all of my friends, and Ben, love me a lot, and I will keep remembering that.” She said. Karamo smiled, feeling extremely proud of the woman before him. He stood up.

“Okay, can we please have a group hug?” He asked. Everyone laughed, going in for a group hug.

~~~

Meanwhile, Bobby was at the Hopmonk Tavern. He was talking with Ben about what they wanted the wedding to be inspired by the colors of Queen, since they had all had a big impact on both [Y/N] and Ben’s lives.

“So, we were kind of thinking that we could make the theme, like dark blue, like the cover of their Greatest Hits record.” Ben said. Bobby nodded.

“Yeah, okay. I hear what you’re saying. I think I know exactly what to do.” He said.

~~~

Karamo dropped [Y/N] off at a restaurant that [Y/N] knew well. The restaurant was called Pine and Dine, it was a play on the words Wine and Dine. [Y/N] and Ben went to the restaurant every time they wanted to meet up with old friends. Antoni opened the door for her.

“Have you ever been to Pine and Dine before?” He asked. [Y/N] nodded.

“I have. Ben and I come here every time we meet up with our friends.” She said. Antoni smiled.

“Sweet!” He smiled and shook hands with the head chef at the restaurant. “Hey man. Do you mind if we use your kitchen?” He asked. The head chef smiled and nodded.

“Go right ahead!” He said. Antoni smiled and nodded in thanks.

“Thank you.” He said. He lead [Y/N] into the kitchen. There were all kinds of ingredients set out. “So, who does most of the cooking in the kitchen?” He asked, grabbing two clean towels, handing one to [Y/N]. He tossed one over his shoulder, the woman copying his actions.

“Ben does. He really likes to make breakfast for me and dinner. There will be times when he wakes up before me, or while I’m asleep and he makes me lunch and leaves little notes in there for me to find.” She said. Antoni smiled at her.

“Aw! Really?” He asked. [Y/N] smiled and nodded, blushing slightly. “Do you ever, like, help him in the kitchen?” He asked. [Y/N] shrugged.

“Not really, but I would like to.” She said. Antoni smiled.

“Excellent, because today, we are going to be making Sriracha Deviled Eggs for you to bring as like, appetizers for your wedding.” He said. [Y/N] smiled.

“Ooh! I can’t wait.” She said. Antoni smiled.

“So, first things first, washing our hands,” he said. The two went over to the sinks and washed their hands good, using the towels on their shoulders to dry their hands. They walked back to the counters. “Okay, so the first thing we want to do is place our 12 eggs in the saucepan and cover them with water,” he said. The two did what he said. They both had their own separate items, ingredients and utensils. “Once the water is boiling, we want to remove the pot from the heat and let the eggs sit in the hot water before peeling them.” He said. [Y/N] looked at him.

“So essentially making hard boiled eggs.” She said. Antoni smiled and nodded at her.

“Eggxactly.” Antoni said, making them both laugh at the pun. After they had let the eggs sit for fifteen minutes, they started peeling them. “Once they are peeled, we will cut them lengthwise and then place the yolks in a separate small bowl,” Antoni said. “When you’re holding the knife, make sure to keep your fingers back and away from the blade, yeah, just like that.” He said, teaching her. After they had mixed the mayonnaise, dry mustard, Sriracha sauce and cayenne pepper into the yolks, they spooned the yolks into a plastic bag, cutting off the end.

“It’s like putting frosting on cake.” [Y/N] observed. Antoni smiled and nodded.

“Yeah! Exactly like that!” He said. They placed the egg whites with the open side up and pipped the yolk mixture in. Once the yolk was in, they both picked one up, and clinked them together in cheers. As the egg entered her mouth, [Y/N] felt an explosion of flavor. The creaminess of the mayo and the extra spice and kick of the sauce and the pepper. Her eyes widened.

“Oh my gosh,” she said, covering her mouth as to not show Antoni the chewed up food. “Wow.” She said, laughing slightly. Antoni smiled as he chewed and swallowed his food.

“I know right.” Antoni said, smiling. A new voice cut through.

“Ooh! I smell something good!”

//I really you guys like this part. Don’t be afraid to let me know what you guys think of it. I feel like the first part of it was kind of rushed and not very well done. Anyway, let me know what you all think.//

#queer eye x reader #bohemian rhapsody x reader #ben hardy x reader

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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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