#joe mazzello headcanons

[deanscroissant]

y’all it’s my birthdayyyy and guess who’s about to turn up in the bed finishing up requests? 🤪😂

i think i’m ready to write for TG (only rooster, mav, and ice at the moment 💀)

send in requests if you like! 🥰

[david-sharkthot-webster]

Why do you think Joe can’t act? What’re your headcanons?

Evidence is all around us dear one ✨ he can’t land a job 💕 rumour has it he was dropped by his agent 💕 his last project Unexpected was … so painfully bad 💕

when you watch stuff he’s in he does the same stuff/ is basically the same character so it’s impressive he was able to pull off sledge! He has like 7 minutes of screen time I’m borhap and he’s just being himself but with a British accent and funny faces - these are my opinions so don’t get cry cry upset time

My head canons at this time are private as they are MEAN and for HATERS only this is how I cure myself of the Mazzello grip I’m un-crushing on him okay pls respect my process

[likesomekindofcheese]

what about a fic with Joe mazzello where your like...."huh babe yknow this other actor named joseph quinn in st4 sort of looks like your portrayal of John" and teasing him about it

Yes! You can bet I can take advantage of our new Tumblr Sexy man Joseph Quinn and his physical similarities to Joe!!!

(I swear, they need to play brothers someday!!!)

So first, let's make this a headcanon. And secondly, let's make the reader gender neutral.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!

TW: Swearing, but pretty fluffy and that's about it.

So Joseph was upstairs playing video games while you were downstairs.

One plus about your relationship is that you recognized the need for space and appreciation for different interests :)

As he was pressing a button to make Mario jump for a coin he heard the distinct sound of a riffing guitar with some thunder downstairs. But today was a hot summer's day with the crickets lazily chirping as the bright sun faded. Not one dark cloud in the sky.

Hearing more, it was Master of Puppets by Metallica. He shrugged it off and kept playing.

He cursed when he lost his last life, unable to hear your footsteps up.

"Babe! Babe! You got to see this!" You said with urgency. Your eyes were wide with excitement more than panic.

"Y/N, what is it?" he asked, turning to look at you. His red hair messy from a whole day inside.

"Come downstairs...there's a guy on the new season of Stranger Things who looks like you!" you explained.

He follows down in curiosity. You pause and rewind the episode, muttering "blah blah blah skip skip skip show us Eddie!"

You then paused right on a frame of the Eddie in question.

"His hair is too long, sweetie!" Joe objected.

You whipped out your phone and pulled out a picture of your Joe as Deaky.

He blinked and his eyes darted from the phone to the tv to the phone and back again.

"H...Holy shit..." he mumbled.

"And wait until you see him without the wig!" you added on. You reached down on your phone and searched up a photo.

"The guy who plays him, get this, he's named Joe too!"

"What!?"

"Yes," you pulled up a photo of the other Joe in the phone and shoved it to the present Joe's face.

"And he looks like this!" you cried.

Joseph Mazzello's eyes went big at the sight and he began nodding in appreciation. Similar reddish hair. Similar face structure. Similar foreheads.

"Huh...his eyes are darker, and the bulb of his nose is rounder, I think," you said, you took Joe's face in your hands and "examined" it, much to his amusement.

"Maybe my mom doesn't have a secret about John Deacon but his father!" he joked. Both of you giggled.

"I'll let you know, he's everywhere on the internet. Buzzfeed, Tumblr, Twitter, Insta, and Facebook even. They're mad about him and his character in Stranger Things." you explained

Joe put his hands on his hips

"They could have cast me!"

"But what about your new movie?" you asked with a laugh.

"That's not the point!"

Both of you giggled and he placed his hands around your waist.

"Then, I better watch out if he gets near you." he teased. "I know you got a type now! He better not steal you away from me!"

"Not in a million years!" you insisted.

You gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose. "But he's not my Joe. My Joe is funny and multi-talented, and smart, and adorable, and not to mention pretty dark sexy..."

"Sexy, eh?" he returned with a kiss on the lips.

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[walking-true-to-style]

I don’t care how ooc this is I have been laughing at this joke for 10 minutes

[jojoreadwhat]

nothing else will do, all I want is you this christmas. | j.m. x fem!reader

a/n; hi. so you probably seen the post where I explained I deleted my last piece for Joe. I was not happy with it and I had another idea just floating in my head. this I think is my fav yet, so I hope you enjoy! I also re-tagged everyone from the last post, hope that’s cool! you’re the best!

prompt; joe can’t make it home for Christmas.

words; 1.7k

mentions; lucy boynton, ben hardy, gwilym lee & rami malek. (this is set around borhap’s production)

this tale includes lots of fluff which may lead to a lot laughs and a bunch of sweet kisses.

inspiration;

You were heartbroken by the news of Joe not being able to come home for Christmas. This was going to be your first, elaborate holiday spent apart across the pond.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” Joe repeated for the fourth time in the last 30 minutes through the blue screen of your laptop during a somber video chat.

Joe has been working on a major project, Bohemian Rhapsody, in London while you were back home in New York. This was Joe’s biggest part yet and it was supposed to stop, momentarily, for a lengthy week of rest for the cast. Unfortunately they have a deadline to catch up to and can’t halt the production.

Smiling soft and shaking your head. “It’s not your fault. We’ll celebrate it once you get back!” Trying to change the mood of things, Joe smirked briefly before his eyes trailed off the screen.

You felt so bad, in the way that technology advanced in today’s world, you were wishing you could reach through the screen and hug him, hug all of his sadness away and kiss the straightness of his lips till it giggled against your lips, curling up. Telling him it was going to be okay. Nothing made you more upset then seeing your boyfriend, blaming himself for something that was out of his hands.

“Joey?” Watching his eyes look up at the sound of your voice. Breaking the silence, “Hm.” meeting the lens like he was looking into yours with all of his attention. “Please don’t beat yourself up for it, it’s okay.”

It wasn’t, not for him anyways.

Joe and you have been together for a little over a year. You met through mutual friends at a party and hit it off instantly. He wasn’t expecting you to come in his life. Joe had his fair share of relationships and flings to keep him steady, he was ready to settle the bat down after a shit game on the field of love. But he met you right before he benched himself. You’ve become his best friend, his confidant, his lover and all good things between or beyond since. He was lucky to have stumbled upon your path, grateful even. It was time like these that made him question if he deserved you.

In the many years of his acting career, this current film was the most challenging he’s ever experienced. The longest he’s ever been away from home too. It was worse taking up jobs like this knowing he had someone to come home. He doesn’t know how you’ve stayed this long. He swore the first time that he spent away from you, would be the last he’d ever see you. He would’ve understood you leaving too. You stayed though, he never understood that by a long shot but you did and he wanted nothing more than to be back home with you.

Falling into another silence, you spoke up again. “What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

“How you do it.” He remarked, gingerly. His chin resting on hands, peering back at you. You raised your brow in confusion, wondering where this was going. “Do what?” Your naivety getting the best of you.

He smirked at your dumbfounded expression, you really had no idea what you meant to him.

“Stay.” He said, feeling your lips turn up into a smirk you couldn’t put a stop to even if you wanted to.

Sometimes you really thought you weren’t good enough in the ways that Joe was good to you. You couldn’t begin on how much he meant to you. How important and how amazing he was to you. You had your share of boyfriends using your heart as a welcome mat. When Joe came into your life it was like nobody could ever show you greater if anything wrong were to happen to your relationship. He was your beacon of light, the most kind, most affection, fun and generous soul you ever had the honor of having in your life. To call yours, for hopefully forever if he’d have you. You couldn’t walk away from him.

You smiled, brightly at the fluffy red hair with a funny, but adorable perm right now and his hazel eyes gazing back at you. “Because,” you began. “I love you.” watching his cheeks grow a deep shade of pink as he wasn’t used to hearing that.

Soon after, Joe and you bid your goodbyes before closing down your laptop. You sighed to yourself, dimly. Your eyes following the glistening, warm Christmas lights scattered against walls in the living room up until you focused on tree. Covered in odd ornaments, admiring it. You wished you could bring Christmas to him.

That’s when it hit you, what if you could? Joe couldn’t fly out but nothing was stopping you from flying out to him! You were overjoyed by the idea, checking your calendar and immediately texting the best person you know would be down to help.

Lucy Goosy: Are you up??? I just had the best idea!!

+

Lucy was over the moon by your idea of coming to London to bring Christmas cheer to Joe. She was also so excited to have another female around on set for the next week to be honest.

You two had met earlier on in the year before Bohemian Rhapsody began to be filmed. It was a little get together between the cast and crew, you two hit it off well and absolutely adored each other. She would help you out sometimes on keeping a good eye on Joe and his well being. She was always rooted for Joe and you, she knew first hand how much you meant to him.

When you landed on english soil on Christmas Eve. Lucy had her driver pick you up at the airport. You sat in the back of the black SUV, your nerves shot and all over the place, anxious and excited all in one over what today was going to be like. You hadn’t seen him, physically, in months and you couldn’t wait much longer, it was driving you mad not seeing that goofy smile and those hazel eyes for so long.

You texted Lucy when you had arrived outside of the place where her and the boys were filming.

She had everything figured out, even jobs for the boys. Lucy was going to do everything in her willpower to make sure this goes perfect as planned.

Still waiting for the go to exit the SUV, Lucy opened the door.

“Y/N!” Lucy shouted, excited as you shared the same enthusiasm, leaping into her arms. “It’s so great to see you!”

Gwilym was standing behind her, I shot him a smile before I pulled away and gave him a hug too.

Lucy placed my hands into hers, “Okay, so Rami and Ben have Joe out and about for lunch.” Smiling big, “We have an hour!”

We came up with the idea of decorating Joe’s trailer. “Okay! Let’s get rolling!”

+

Gwil, Lucy and you all hurried with bags full of twinkle lights and frilly decor to Joe’s trailer. Gwilym being the tall chap that he is, helped with hanging garlands and lights from the walls and draping from the ceiling. Lucy and you fluffed out a tree she had found from somewhere, cluttering it with lights and ornaments.

You were hooking a few ornaments, cute little Yankees ones too. “Lu, these are so cute!” Holding up one to her, she flashed a smile. “I heard wedding bells when I seen them!” Winking at you, “I believe I saw him looking at rings on his phone!” And your cheeks grew rosy as you placed the ornament onto the tree.

Time had passed and you had finished up with ten minutes to spare.

Gwilym was adding extra bows to empty areas and Lucy was adding an extra “dazzle” she quoted, with some candles.

We all stood in the main room at the glistening lights “It’s so cute!!” You cried, wrapping your arms around their middles and pulling them to your sides, gleefully. “Seriously couldn’t have done it without you guys,” leaning your head onto Lucy’s shoulder. “I owe you all lunch before I go!”

Gwilym chuckled, “No need! Just get our boy to cheer up, will ya?” You smiled, toothlessly. Nodding, “Absolutely.”

Lucy’s phone dinged, “Alright, they’re on their way back!” They scurried around quickly, grabbing trash and what nots before hugging you, “He’ll be here right after he gets in to change.” Gwilym announced, “hang tight!”

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You sat on Joe’s sofa with a smile plastered to your face, in awe about the way the place came out. You were overwhelmed wanting to see his face.

Shortly you heard muffled sounds outside, you immediately went into action. Turning out the light switch and standing in place.

Your heart grew faster at how close you heard Joe’s sweet voice getting to the trailer.

“Hold on, I’ve gotta change back into my costume.” He yelled outside the door, hearing the door knob move.

You stayed carefully still, afraid he’d make out your shadow. “I thought I left the lamp on?” Muttering to him once he entered the room, hearing his feet shuffle across the floor as he reached for the light switch.

“Oh my god!” Joe nearly screeched at the sight and then when he seen you, he gasped “Y/N!” Beaming at the sight of his excitement taking over him.

He almost knocked you over with how fast he hurried to you, engulfing you into the warmest hug that you felt in ages. “Oh my god, you’re here!” Feeling his words in your hair, his hands roaming you like he was making sure you were really here.

“When did you get in?” His mouth was running for miles, How did you do all of this?!” He finished, then. Pulling away to go look around him at all the decorations, overwhelmed by everything.

You stood by, adoring him as he admired everything. “I had a little help, thanks to Lucy and the boys.”

He gasped, “they knew you were coming this whole time?!” Giggling as he watching him talk with his hands, one landing to his chest. “Come here,” waving his hand over towards you.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, he brought his hands to your cheeks. Tilting your head up towards his. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You didn’t know how to answer his question, but you knew he needed to be happy in the same way he made you feel.

Moving your hands to his dark red fluffy locks, simply smiling as you brought his lips to yours before pulling away to look at his eyes, the hazel ones you called home and loved with your all.

“Merry Christmas, Joe.”

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[brenobikenobi]

Being married to Joe Mazzello would include...

A/N: Let me just say this - this is my first headcanon post and it’s based on an old Joe fic that I was writing but abandoned! Further updates to be posted, but onto headcanons, shall we?

Joe is a type of guy who would give you all of the love that you deserve (no tea, just facts). He reminds me of someone who’s kind of old fashioned, but he absolutely adores you and wants to make sure you know how loved you are. That you are taken care of and that you are happy, no matter what. It’s what you deserve.

While you’re married, it’s also easy for Joe to goof off. My god, he just... he’s a meme. It has to be said, it’s going to be said because there is going to be infinite smiles. You’d be sitting down, just relaxing to yourself when he decides that it’s joke time. And joke time is the best time.

“Hey Y/N... did you know that if you stand in the corner in the winter, the corner will be warm because it’s 90 degrees?” “...god DAMMIT, Joe.”

“If you were a fruit, you would be a FINE- *hiccup* -apple.” [ cue Office look at the camera from you ]

“What’s a pirate’s favorite animal?” “Don’t do it-” “AAAR-dvarks.”

“Are you from Tennessee?” “Joseph, don’t-” “Because you’re the only TEN I see- WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I’M FUNNY!”

“Hi. My name is Microsoft, can I crash at your place tonight?” “You can crash on the couch-” “HEY!”

“Even if there wasn’t gravity on Earth, I’d still fall for you.” “...okay, that one was pretty sweet. You sap.” “You married me for my jokes.”

Now that you are both married, adventuring together is a key part of your marriage. The places you go together are beautiful, life-changing even. Plus your phones are both full of pictures of your favorite places, plus little candids of your significant other during intimate moments like holding hands at dinner and the coy little smile of Joe as he eyes you while sipping his wine.

Baseball dates are a must. Joe probably gets season tickets for both you and him to attend the home games at Yankee Stadium, wherever the seats are. You’d get drinks, Joe’d get the food, and you’d both have the time of your life.

Bonus: If you’re not a Yankees fan, then it’s gonna be a house divided. And we can all probably guess how likely Joe is to trash talk your team.

Bonus x2: If you’re a Boston Red Sox fan, then you’re not safe. You’re screwed. Get out of there- no, just kidding. Ignore me, I’m not funny.

Also, don’t get me started on this man and his bets if you are a Red Sox fan. If the Yankees win a game against the Red Sox, then you need to wear anything Yankees for the entire next day. But if the Red Sox win, then it’s going to be him wearing anything Red Sox which he grimaces at even thinking about for the most part.

You win the first round of the bet. Joe didn’t talk to you for the entire day.

Joe also LOVES waking up beside you. Sometimes he will wake up before you, opening his eyes and watches you for a moment before slowly, your eyes will open a while later to the same statement he says repetitively: “God, how lucky am I?”

When he was filming for Bohemian Rhapsody, the whole Cardboard Ben shenanigan was one of your favorite things to witness. Joe would cart that cardboard cutout of Ben everywhere, even making him take your spot of the bed when you would visit to the point where it got ridiculous. 

Also, to be fair, it was hilarious to you when the actual Ben joined in and got into bed with Joe.

On a more raunchy note, your sex life as a married couple depends really on a schedule which isn’t the best. Joe’s always filming at times or you have a heavy workload to get through, leaving you both all pent up. But also... it’s fun when you two are worked up to the brim, stressed and needing a release or two before it leads to you crashing together when reunited after a day, week or even a month. Whether it be passionate and soft or rough and sexy, you both just love to be together.

After the big wedding day, even after a few months or even a year had passed, Joe loves to look back on it. With that being said, he keeps a little folded picture from your big day in his wallet. When he’s far away and in the middle of filming a film, he loves to pull it out and look at the photo for a moment of his day. It just makes him happy and he couldn’t ask for more.

[mightyfineblog]

‘November Cabin’ Smut Version

Joe Mazzello x Reader

Joe moves behind your back, resting his hands on your waist.

“It’ll be just us. The woods. My parents’ cabin. A cracking fire and a shitload of pillows to roll on.” He smirks, while hi hands make their way to your chest.

You roll your eyes placing your hands over his.

“Right, pumpkin?” He whispers, while gently massaging your breasts with each hand.

“My needy boyfriend.” You let your head fall on his shoulder.

“You’re all I’m going to be needing.” He spins you around and your lips press.

After the two of you are done packing you head to the woods. The weather is rainy and cold. All trees and fallen leaves are soaked. Joe and you are wearing warm jumpers and puffer coats. The radio is playing steamy songs, while the heat is up.  Smiling at you his hand falls on your thigh.

“Joe.” You jokingly warn.

“Mhm, doll?” he gives your inner thigh a squeeze.

“You look so hot in a beanie.” You suddenly feel hotter than the usual.

“That could be the only thing left on my body baby. Just say the word.” He lifts his hand off the steering wheel and waves it in the air.

“Watch the road for now.” You chuckle, pushing his chin to face the road.

“But I do anticipate when we get there, and it’s just the two of us.” You whisper close to his ear, while clenching his hand between your thigs.

“Baby.” he silently growls, stepping on the pedal.

“Finally arrived” Joe rubs his hands together, after placing the bags to the side.

“So what do you think?” He turns to welcome you in.

“Incredible.” You hold your breath.

“Pretty nice, huh?” Joe proudly affirms.

After a few more hours the night has fallen. The food is almost ready, filling the whole cabin with savoury smell of baked food and homemade bread. The fireplace is lit with cracking fire, old vinyls with piano music and rotating on the record player. You are both wearing your tracksuit bottoms with cute jumpers on top. You casually lay on the sofa, snuggling in Joe’s arms.

“Mmm baby.” You involuntary moan, feeling his hand gliding underneath your jumper.

“And no bra!” he points out.

“No need for one.” You mutter with your head buried in his arm.

“You like this baby?” his voice mimics the long scratchy strokes on your back.

“Lovin it” you confess.

“Aiming to please dear. Nothing makes me happier than seeing my kitten purr in pleasure.” Joe calmly states, continuing the massage on your back.

“In fact.” He brings you up and situates you in his lap, straddling him.

“I love hearing you.” He smiles and kisses you.

You kiss him back, leaning above him. His starting to grow beard gently scratching your lips and chin, making you hotter with every kiss, sending shiver through your whole body with every touch.

“Baby.” You moan, moving your head to kiss the area underneath his jaw. Slowly pepping kiss along his neck. Without any rushing you get to his collarbone, where you experimentally give him a small bite. He squeaks from the unexpected action which makes you go back to kissing the area.

“How was that? Did you like it, not?” you prompt him to speak.

“Baby.” He takes a deep breath “It made me want you even more.” His hands squeezed your bum in his palms. You chuckled lightly and went back to his lips. Burying your hands in his hair, you pulled on him ever so slightly, only to hear him groan from deep within his throat.

“Gotta have you baby.” He growls, when you start to grind harder against his erection, feeling it through his trousers.

You moan back, but continue to grind, harder with each movement.

“Fuck, baby.” Joe’s strangled plead, only made you go faster on him.

“I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager, if you don’t stop.” He shakes his head.

“Me too.” You darkly smile.

“Joe. Joe.” You whine, feeling your panties soaked against his leg.

“You want to come on my leg? While humping me?” he encourages and you only manage to nod in response.

Joe muffles your whimpering with a kiss, while guiding your dripping self over the wet spot on his leg harder with both hands on your bum.

“Come for daddy.” He looks your straight in your eyes, making you almost black out when your orgasm rushes in. You explode in his arms, whimpering, making a complete mess, your eyes roll at the back of your head, while the only sound you manage to make is a strangled scream, almost silent.

“That’s right. God, I love you.” Joe growls feeling himself coming too.

“Love you too.” You cry out making a last few movements.

Breathing heavily, you relax on top of Joe, while is trying to catch his breath too. “Shit.” You mumble.

“What is it?” Joe’s hand is at your back once again.

“The mess we made.” You chuckle.

“Oh. This?” Joe slides a hand in your sweats, feeling your cum all over your underwear.

You whimper, still feeling sensitive from your orgasm.

“I can get that clean-up sorted.” Joe smirks.

[daysofour1ives]

dating joe mazzello would include:

a/n: feel free to send me your bo rhap headcanons/concepts!!!

uwu baby joe here we go !!

- okay so he is simultaneously the softest and dorkiest and hottest boyfriend

- he fully worships the ground you walk on

- in more ways than one

- but he’s a sucker for soft kisses

- and late night convos

- and cooking together !!

- if you’re vegan/etc i feel like he’d totally be into trying new things

- he’s so domestic

- loves the idea of having children but if you’re younger he’ll accept that you need time

- he’s suuuuuper touchy

- always has a hand somewhere on your body

- and if you’re sat next to him he’ll just pick you up and plop you on his knee

- soft cuddles

- watching movies together with snacks all day

- he loves just being near you

- you’re so comforting to each other

- and you’re each others therapist

- if there’s an age difference OH BOY

- teasing galore

- he loves to say “awww my lil baby i love youuuuu” and make kissy noises to get on your nerves

- PROTECTIVE MANS

- he’s gonna try and fight ANYONE who comes for you

- say you’re in a bar and someone hits on you, despite you minding your own business

- joe is NOT impressed. and the guy knows

- and you find it really really hOT

* * *

speaking of which: nsfw

- joe is an ! ass ! man

- will worship it

- he loves to kiss your inner thighs before making his way to your heat

- sometimes lazy sex will become funny sex

- “oh god!” “baby, that’s not my name.”

- nicknames !!!

- baby girl, baby, angel, love, doll

- being a soft new yorker so his accent can turn you on in a hot second

- he’s definitely a bit kinky

- looooves being called daddy or baby boy. no in between

- moans ! moans ! moans !

- when you’re kissing his neck...phew

- he’ll throw one of your legs over his and move your hips slowly

- until you’re riding his thigh

- moaning and writhing against him just gets him so hot

- despite how hot rough sex is, he’s a sucker for morning sex

- lazy blowjobs and soft kisses on a sunday morning

- both just enjoying each others bodies and feeling so much pleasure from it

- and then laying in his arms

[oscar-piastri]

omg could you do an hc where the reader is joes lil sister but shes dating ben ajsjkskskaoa i would explode

i tried! thank you for requesting something bub

you met Ben when you went to see your brother on set

you actually decided to stay during the whole shoot

because you missed your big bro

you met the whole cast but ben was the one you were the closest

you quickly became friends

Joe didn’t say the “hands off, it’s my baby sister” because he didn’t think anything would happen

Ben randomly complimenting you

“Quit it Hardy, my sister won’t fall for it” boy he was wrong

Because you fell in love with Ben as soon as you saw him, and he did the same

joe never saw it coming

You helped Ben read his lines and he blurred out “you wanna go out tonight? Just you and me?”

and you’re blushing “hum Ben, that’s not on the script”

AND HE KISSES YOU

so that’s the start of a secret relationship

not so secret though because Gwil saw you coming out of Ben’s trailer and he told Rami

you begged them to stay silent about it

When ben is out with the boys, he’s always on his phone

And joe’s like “who are u texting?”

and ben is casually answering “your sister, why?”

“ahah very funny Ben”

well joe found out when you started to drop hints

like wearing one of ben’s shirt when you see your brother Joe

“hey i saw this shirt before!”

and gwil and rami are like “are you serious? u don’t get it??”

joe was definitely lost “what”

“it’s Ben’s shirt bro”

“oh cool…. WAIT WHAT?”

Now that Joe is aware of your relationship and you don’t have to hide, it’s all love

lot of cuddles

and kisses

forehead kisses too

and holding hands all the time when he’s not shooting a scene

“So I’m glad my boy Ben is having some good sex but I’m also disgusted because it’s my sister” joe randomly say at everyone on set

Ben asking Joe for advices

“are you sure she’ll like it?”

“Ben that’s my sister, I know what she likes or doesn’t like”

“BUT ARE YOU SURE??”

But Joe is actually so happy for you!!

he takes cute pics of ben and you when you’re not looking

he’s being your #1 fan because he knows you’re perfect for each other

we love a supportive brother

“Welcome to the family, Ben”

When the shooting was over, you took the crazy decision to leave America to live with Ben in London

Joe cried because he’ll miss you, but he was so proud of you

”One mistake, Hardy, JUST ONE, I’ll swim to your place and burn you alive”

Joe is really overjoyed when Ben is coming with you at family meetings

they’re being kids together

pulling pranks on your relatives

In the end, Joe has cardboard ben and you have real ben

Years later, Joe cried when you told him you were pregnant

And he cried when he saw your baby for the first time

“that’s crazy! he looks so much like Ben!”

“maybe because I’m the father????”

[rogerina-yee-haw]

dating joe mazzello (and being younger than him) would include...

a/n: it’s my first headcanon, so tell me what you think!!

warnings: some implied smut

you would meet somewhere in new york and hit it off instantly

you go for a few dates when you realise your feelings are growing 

so you distance yourself from him

cause you think it wouldn’t last long as you are twelve years younger than him

but you think about him every second 

you even cried once thinking about a future you wouldn’t have together

but one night he shows up with your favourite flowers and food at your doorstep

“i can’t stop thinking about you”

“can’t stop doing that too, joe”

so you too kiss passionately 

then you spend all night sitting on your couch and talking

you find yourself in his arms when the dawn breaks

“i don’t wanna ever let you go”

you start dating

casually, at first

just going to the movies, cooking together, going for romantic strolls, making out in his car, going grocery shopping, meeting each other’s families

having sex all the time

well not that casually i guess

he’s always making fun of you when you don’t know something

like

“guess they don’t teach that things in kindergarten”

“right, you’re too young to know that”

“you weren’t even born when it was invented”

and you strike back

“you didn’t play tim in jurrasic park. you played the dinosaur”

“and why’s that?”

“cause you are really old”

the realtionship with joe totally consist of you giggling and being happy all the time

and screaming very often too

then he has to leave to another part of the country to star in a new movie

that’s when you feel you don’t want to be apart ever again

but you can’t go with him due to obvious reasons

“you can go with me and live in my trailer”

“joe, i’ll get fired”

“that’s good! you hate your job”

“i don’t hate the money though”

the night before he leaves you two have the most mindblowing sex

not once

so he is really sleepy and tired when you get to the airport

“you can still go with me. i bought you a ticket anyways”

“god, joe, i love you so much”

that’s the first time you say that

and you happen to be the first to do so 

so joe kisses you deeply and you feel him smiling

“i love you too, you know”

the next day you see pictures of you two kissing at the airport

somehow people manage to find your instagram and facebook pages

and start commenting hurtful stuff

(we all know such people exist, yikes)

so you delete your facebook and make your instagram private

joe’s comforting you over the phone all the time

even though people comment stupid things on his page too

your friends telling you to get over it

because what you have with joe is much more important than some jealous idiots

so you gain some confidence

and now you comfort joe over the phone

phone sex included

“i’m wearing that lingerie you bought me. do you mind if i take it off?”

‘jesus christ, y/n”

he never stops comforting you though

during the second month of facetiming, texting and calling each other you get tired of being apart for that long

so you take the money you’ve saved and buy a ticket to see joe

he can’t keep his hands off you after you too reunite

he can barely make it through the day of shooting without touching you

so at midnight, when you two finally come to his trailer, you kiss needy and desperately

there’s almost no foreplay

you just terribly need each other

so you have the most romantic and passionate sex

you both don’t last long

but it’s certainly worth it

when you’re lying on his bed cuddling and he’s tracing circles on your skin

and you kiss his lips softly

he can’t help but smile

because he has found the love of his life

[fluffyunicornofdanger]

Oscars After Party

Author’s Note: The idea for this just popped in my head the other day and I knew I had to do it cause I haven’t seen anyone else do it. I’d also like to thank @waymorecake4me for helping me edit. She’s been a real lifesaver. Anyway, I should have the third part of Living a Little out at the end of this week and I will be starting a new series and should post the first part tomorrow or the next day. I’m also taking requests for one-shots. So, please send in requests.

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Masterlist

Joe Mazzello x Reader

Summary: Going to her first Oscars, Y/n expected many things but none of them were running into a certain actor that had her heart fluttering. But a trip to the nearest 7-Eleven after the show would be her win for the night.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language

Women in extravagant gowns and men in sharp black tuxedos passed in a blur as Y/n tried to navigate the red carpet. She had never attended the Oscars before, the thought had never crossed her mind until a movie that she had starred in was nominated for an award. It took her by surprise when she found out. She had only ever done small movies, ones that people had generally never heard of, and those never were nominated for anything. But her most recent movie wasn’t one that people passed up when looking for something to watch. It had caught the public’s attention and thrown the young women into the spotlight.

And that was terrifying.

Due to that movie, she had gotten more offers for parts then she ever had in her life. It had become harder for her to go out without people noticing her and her social media accounts had gained more followers to the point where she was feeling the pressure of her fame. Don’t get me wrong, she loved it. Well… parts of it. It was something that she had dreamed of since going into acting, but she didn’t realize how overwhelming it all could be. And she was all alone as none of her friends or family members knew that kind of feeling.

That feeling is what left her standing in the corner of a big open area where other actors and celebrities were mingling as they waited for the show to start. Y/n looked around desperately for her co-stars, but they couldn’t be found. There were just too many people in the way for her to spot them. Everyone seemed to blend in as it was anyway.

“You’re Y/n Y/l/n, right?”

She jumped when the question hit her ears. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed someone come to stand next to her. Turning to where the question came from, her eyes landed on a man in a black tux with swept over brown hair and a warm smile.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” he apologized.

Y/n waved it off. “Oh, no. It’s not your fault. I was just caught up in my thoughts,” she gave him a nervous smile. Of all the people that could have approached her, why did it have to be some that she found attractive? Why? “What was your question?”

He laughed, making her heart flutter. She had a feeling that she was going to screw up her first time at the Oscars if she talked to him much longer. There was just something about him that sprouted butterflies in the pit of her stomach. “I was wondering if you were Y/n Y/l/n and if you’re not then you’ll have no trouble stealing her identity.”

She let out a laugh, fiddling with her clutch. She thought her nerves were going to be at bay until the show started, but she was wrong. “Well, everyone knows me as Y/n Y/l/n, but that doesn’t mean I’m really her.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/n, if that’s even your real name,” he joked, extending his hand for her to take. She grasped his hand, feeling his soft, cool skin against hers that were burning up and all clammy. “I’m Joe Mazzello, but most people just call me Joe.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n was still looking for her co-stars. Being alone at the Oscars was one thing. She could deal with that. She could manage. But being alone with an attractive member of the opposite sex was completely different. Y/n wasn’t the most confident or most outgoing. She wasn’t that person that could just walk up to strangers and start conversations by herself. Maybe if she had a friend with her, someone she was comfortable with, then she would have no problem getting out of her comfort zone. But she didn’t have that.

And when it came to men, she was a wreck. She always got flustered and nervous when she was alone with anyone that she found attractive. She knew it had to do with the fact that all the attention was then trained on her and she hated it. She was an actress, the attention was supposed to be trained on her. She was supposed to be used to it, but she wasn’t.

Joe let out a sigh, glancing down at his wristwatch. “I’m waiting for my friends, they should already be here, but-” He gestured to the open area in front of him. “- clearly they aren’t.”

She nodded, knowing the feeling. “Yeah, mine too. At this point, I think they’re avoiding me.”

He shook his head in disagreement. “Now, why would they want to avoid someone as beautiful as you?”

Her skin burned at his question as a light smile danced on her lips. She had to keep her cool. She had to. It was nothing but meaningless flirting. The two would probably never see each other again. “Because they’re assholes,” she told him as she caught sight of one of them who gave her a smile and thumbs up from across the room. They were probably avoiding her for the sheer reason that she was talking with Joe.

He laughed at her answer, “My friends are too and I’m still forced to sit next to them.”

“Same here.”

Before their conversation could go much further, two men walked towards them. One was tall and lean with light brown hair, wearing a black suit much like Joe’s and the other was around Joe’s height with a head of blonde hair, wearing a white suit that seemed to be out of place amongst the sea of black ones. Joe turned to them with a big smile when he noticed them approach. “Where have you guys been?”

The tall one shook his head, “We were waiting for you at our table with Rami and Lucy.”

Joe’s eyes lite up at the realization. “You guys have been here the whole time?”

“Afraid so, mate,” the blonde man confirmed.

Y/n bite her lip as everyone just stood there, unsure what to do. And it didn’t help matters that she could feel their eyes on her every now and then. They were quick glances, ones that would generally go unnoticed, but she noticed them.

Fiddling with the clasp on her clutch, Y/n smiled up at the men. “Well, I should get going. I’d hate to keep everyone waiting.” She pointed to a group of her co-stars that had gathered on the other side of the room to watch their conversations. If they were waiting for them to exchange numbers, they could continue waiting. It wasn’t going to happen. She turned to Joe. “It was really nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, it was nice to meet you too,” he called to her as she started walking towards her friends. He would be lying if he didn’t say he was taken by her. He was generally a man of many words, always talking up a storm, but not around her. He wasn’t even sure what to say while they were talking. He wasn’t given much time to start up a real conversation, anyway. But there was just something that drew him to her. He couldn’t quite pin down what it was, but he hoped that wasn’t the last time they crossed paths that night.

The Uber came to a stop in front of the nearest 7-Eleven. Y/n opened her door, thanking the driver before shutting it and walking up to the store. She was probably overdressed for the corner store, but she didn’t care. She’d seen people wear much worse, so it would probably be a nice change for the cashier.

The award show had been fun. She spent time with her co-stars who had pretty much become her family. It had come to the point where some of their parents were alright with all of them calling them ‘mom’ or ‘dad’. Sitting with them and their dates was nice. It brought her comfort and dropped her stress a few levels. Of course, it was brought back up when they mentioned the man that they had seen her talking to. He had apparently been in a big movie, so big that it was nominated for quite a lot of awards. The first thing that any of them asked her was if he gave her his number and the answer to that question was no. Why would he? If he was such a big actor, he could have anyone. So, why settle for an actress that had only ever attended the Oscars once?

He could do so much better than her.

And she probably was the last thing on his mind. He, just like almost everyone else that attended the show, was probably already at the after party, having the time of his life. Parties, award shows, things like that just weren’t Y/n’s thing. Her co-stars had tried to get her to stay and attend but she was done for the night. The awards themselves were already too much for her. She still needed a little time to adjust to her new found fame.

Y/n opened the door to the convenience store, the knot, where she tied her long dress up to keep it from dragging, hit against her leg as she walked around. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, pretty much just anything that she would crave while watching something on Netflix back at the hotel. She walked down the aisle that housed the chips and candies, stopping where all the Lays chips were stored. Holding her clutch, she tapped the fabric with her other hand as she bite her lip in thought.

All the flavors looked good.

She wasn’t given any time to decide when two men opened the front doors, laughing their heads off. She tried to pay no attention to them, picking a flavor was more important than random strangers. But she was pulled from her train of thought when they came waltzing down her aisle.

“Why are we even here?” one of the men asked with a British accent. The voice sounded oddly familiar, but she tried not to look at them as she picked up a bag of salt and vinegar chips.

“Because after parties are lame, Ben. We’ve been over this,” the other man answered.

Y/n was just about to walk to where the drinks were being kept when the voice met her ears. She knew now why the first one had sounded familiar. She turned back to see Joe and the blonde man from earlier looking at the different packs of Oreos that the store had. “Shit.”

She wasn’t quite sure why them being there was a bad thing, but her brain told her it was. It was probably because her friends had made her self-conscious about the fact that he was a big-time star and she wasn’t. She wouldn’t even consider herself a star. But that wasn’t really their fault, they had meant well. They just wanted to see her happy and they knew how lonely she was sometimes. If anything, she ruined the idea of Joe for herself.

If her heels, that were starting to rub her feet the wrong way, had been quieter, Joe and his friend wouldn’t have turned around. They would have kept their eyes fixed on the cookies in front of them and not noticed as she grabbed a tea and walked to the register. But that wasn’t the case.

The noise of her heels rang through the store, causing their heads to turn in her direction.

“Y/n?” Joe questioned, she didn’t even have to turn around to know that he was walking towards her, his shoes were just as bad as her own.

She slowly turned around, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Why aren’t you at the after party?” he asked, a concerned look taking over his features.

She shrugged. She was clearly not there for the same reason he wasn’t. “Not sure what fun that would be. Besides, I can’t eat these-” She held up the bag of chips in her hand. “-if I’m at one of those parties.”

Joe laughed, running his fingers through his already ruined hair. “I guess not.” Someone behind them cleared their throat, causing Joe to turn around, a big smile appearing on his face when he realized it was his friend. “Were you feeling left out?” he joked, earning a stern look from the man. “Oh, Y/n-” He turned back to her. “-this is my friend, Ben.”

“Hi,” she gave him a small wave, trying not to drop her chips. Ben gave her a smile in return.

“Ben, this is Y/n.”

From the look that Ben was giving Joe, she could tell that it wasn’t the first time that her name had been brought up. Maybe she was wrong after all. Maybe a star like him would want to be with a tiny one like her.

“So, why aren’t either of you at the after party?” she questioned, walking over to the fridge that held all the teas.

“That’s a good question,” Ben glared at Joe who was following behind her. He looked like a lovesick puppy. The poor man.

Joe waved the comment off. “After parties are lame.” He opened on of the fridges to grab a coke. “And anyway, we will probably have much more fun on our own. Right, Ben?”

His friend just grumbled, clearly not completely up to the idea of skipping the after party. Who could blame him?

Y/n nodded, trying to balance her clutch and tea in one hand. That’s one reason that she decided not to go. She knew wouldn’t have much fun being around loads of people that she didn’t know and didn’t care to know. She would have more fun on her own, watching so random movie on Netflix.  “That’s one reason I’m here instead of there, too. And the fact that I’m not a very social person…”

She turned to the register, trying to keep her nerves together as Joe followed close behind. That man had brought about feelings that she hadn’t felt since middle school and she wasn’t happy that she had to suffer through them on her own. She wasn’t sure she could. Placing the items down on the counter, she gave the cashier a nervous smile as she fumbled with her clutch. Her nails weren’t even that long, yet she was struggling to unclasp the buttons.

“Let me help you with that,” Joe’s fingers brushed against hers as he took the clutch from her, opening it with ease. He handed it back, getting a small thank you in return. “And I think you’re pretty social,” he stated.

Y/n scoffed at his words. “Joe-” She turned to face him. “-we have barely even had, what I would call, a conversation. It has been more small talk than anything. So, I don’t think you know how social I am.”

She wasn’t trying to be harsh, but she felt that’s how her words escaped her lips as she watched Joe’s smile fade a little. It was true, though. They barely knew each other. Sure, she wanted to get to know him better but she wasn’t the type to ask or give numbers. That was never something she was confident enough to do. But not even a second had past when his big smile returned. “Well, maybe I want to find out how social you can be.”

Y/n grabbed her bagged items, taking the receipt from the cashier and raised her brow. She had a feeling she knew where it was leading. “It that so?”

He hummed in conformation. “Yep, I would love to find out how social you are and maybe help you be more so.” He clasped his hands behind his back as he walked with her to the door.

“Well, maybe I’ll take you up on that offer,” she laughed, resting her elbows on the door rail. She wasn’t sure what was getting into her, maybe he was already making her more social.

“Really?” He looked about as happy as a child on Christmas morning.

She nodded with a smile, her confidence growing. “I’ll hit you up sometime. How does that sound?” she asked, pushing the door open.

“Th-that would be great! I’ll be waiting,” he smiled as she turned from the door.

“Bye Joe,” she waved, clutch in hand, as her Uber approached.

He waved, watching her open the car door. “Bye.”

[likesomekindofcheese]

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

[walking-true-to-style]

A messy but beautiful birthday

Joe Mazzello mood board

(This is for the story I never finished for his birthday. Hopefully I can get that out one day)

[jojoreadwhat]

Hi. So I deleted my recent one shot for Joe. I just was not happy with it, I didn’t feel like it flowed and made sense like I was hoping. (even though the photo album idea is totally a Joey vibe.)

You can find the new piece here

Not my photo but it’s an ultimate fav ❤️

[hotsummersimpingogacc]

finding a cat with joe (headcannons)

short but something, please enjoy ❤

you can joe were just couple of months away from your wedding

and since you've got engaged you decided to buy a house together

it was your 3rd day in the house

everything was perfect, furniture was there, you were getting settled

couple weeks ago you got a dog together, you decided to name him deacon since he kind of reminded you of john but also as a tribute to john

you were outside throwing out some boxes when you heard some meowing

you immidiately asked joe if he heard that and he said yes

you started searching the bins to see if the cat's inside it or it was just some random cat passing by

after searching all three bins joe noticed a small shoe box next to them

the noise was coming out of the box

joe slowly opened it

after removing the top of the box two big dark eyes were staring at you

joe slowly took the cat in his hands and came to you

he looked really happy

of course the first thing you suggested was taking the cat to the vet

you immidiately took the keys and started searching for nearest vet

there was one just couple of blocks from you

you jumped into the car and drove there

vet said that the cat you have found is fine and that he was like that you two found him

joe knew how much you wanted a cat as well

but he also knew you're allergic to them

"don't worry joe if i'll take my pills everyday, we can keep him"

this made joe smile from ear to ear

he was so happy when you took him home

on your way home you tried to think of some names for the cat

"artie? archie? bernie, maybe? or what about.... jaime? why do all names i think of end with ie? or e?"

"umm what about freddie?"

"like freddie the frog?"

"freddie the frog? joe what the fuck" you both bursted out laughing

"like freddie mercury you idiot" you laughed through tears

"freddie, freddie.... hmm sounds good to me" he looked the cat up and down

as soon as you arrived home, joe did a little photoshoot for freddie

he said it's not only because of instagram but because of family pictures on the wall

you two found the cat just an hour ago and joe is already acting like he was in your life for years now

but it was cute to see joe being so passionate about it

"and now if john will like him and they will do these little animal things it'll be just like john and freddie! maybe little freddie here will take the little deacon under his... umm wings?" he laughed as he tried to find freddie's wings

you 4 became a little family that everybody loved

[mightyfineblog]

Hmmm how about the reader and joe having a little girl who in the middle of the night has a nightmare and runs into the rook waking him up crying and he comforts her?

Domestic Joe, is a best Joe.

“Aah, the little one is finally asleep.” Joe nuzzles in your neck, pulling you close.

“it was time, Im sick of the little bunny rhyme.” you roll your eyes.

“My sexy wifyy.” he pulls the covers over your bodies.

“I’m literry falling asleep, i ain’t in the mood for…”

Just then your little daughter barges in the bedroom, “Daa..” she cries.

“Hey, hey, come over little princess.” he straightens up on the bed and hops her in his arms. 

“What’s wrong, boo?” he strokes the sweaty hairs off her face. 

“Nightmare, pa” she sobs.

“It’s alright, baby.” he pulls her closer in his arms.

“Do you want mum to cuddle with us too?” he coos over her and she nods her little head.

“I can always cuddle with you two.” you snuggle with Joe and your daughter in his arms.

You gently run your fingers over her temple to calm her down, while he slowly rocks her back and fourth, until she falls asleep.

“A little angel” joe whispers, while his lips search for yours.

“I want more.” you whisper back, parting with his lips.

“What? Babies?” he huffs with a silent chuckle.

“If you want to…” you sigh.

“I’ll get her to her crib. And when i come back i want you naked.” he kisses you