#joe mazzello x reader angst

[rossmccallsqueen]

Alone - Joe Mazzello x Reader (smut)

Summary: You were feeling a bit lonely lately, but Joe knows how to fix it. 

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: SMUT. Also some angst. mentions of anxiety and depression, but there is a good ending i promise!

*pls dont read if under 18. srsly please no under 18!!!*

For you, it had been a long day. A long week, in fact. The only solution you could think of when you were by yourself is taking a long hot shower. You need to feel the steam deep in your soul, relaxing you from the inside out. You had not seen much of your fiance during the week, he was on set most of the day and you were usually asleep by the time he got home. It did not leave a lot of time for the two of you to spend together, and you didn’t want to cause him any issues during his work when you could handle your stress on your own. It couldn’t be as hard as everyone says it is, you were a big girl and could handle your own problems. 

Not that you were not grateful for the fact that because of the pandemic, your job was almost entirely remote and you could work from anywhere. That meant that you could follow your love wherever he went. That is what the two of you always wanted, to travel the world together. You always said that the most important thing was that the two of you were together, and as long as you had the other you would be fine. But after a few months, it had become a lot of being alone. The apartment they set up for you seemed empty, there weren’t a lot of decorations on the walls and the only thing that made it different from the base apartment was the few pictures and memories that you thought to bring with you this time. 

You knew that picking up your whole apartment back home and taking it with you every time didn’t make sense since you would be back there at some time anyway, but you just wished that your current abode felt like it had more life and love in it. As the water dripped down your back, you thought about Valentine's Day coming up. Joe had tried asking the director to make sure they ended on time that day but you didn’t necessarily believe that he would make it possible. The only light that was on in the bathroom besides the fan lighting from the shower, was the moon through the window. The lights were on in your bedroom outside, so you felt okay enough to have minimal lighting. Lots of bright light just made you more anxious when you were stressed and tired, so mood lighting for the shower it would be. 

The work that you did would make your hands hurt a lot at the end of the day, so most days you couldn’t even shower by yourself. You had tried when you got in, but for now, it was just standing in the hot water and hoping it did enough. It was still only around ten at night, which you considered late due to having to get up early for work with timezones. You were so in your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear the front door open. 

“Hello? Y/N? Are you home?” You heard Joe shouting. 

“I’m in here.” You said, but not very loudly. You just couldn’t make yourself be louder, you didn’t have the energy in you. 

“Are you okay?” He sounded like he was outside the door now. You turned and looked and there he was. You almost didn’t want him to find you like this. He helped you with so many things, you didn’t know if you could actually function without him. He helped you do basic everyday things, like making the bed and folding all of the laundry whenever it needed to be done. He would always make dinner, as long as you could help point him in the right direction. He even did things he knew you could do, but he could always sense when you just couldn’t do them yourself. When you didn’t answer, he opened the bathroom door fully and saw you standing in the shower by yourself, just letting the water fall all around you. 

“Hey, you.” He said, his face softening. You could see the relief he felt in his entire body once he laid eyes on you again. You felt the same in yourself when your shoulders relaxed just enough to where you felt better. It was like seeing him was instant serotonin 

“Rough day?” He asked, waiting for your response. You just nodded back at him. 

He gave you a gentle smile and started taking off his clothes after a long day. The shower door opened and you briefly felt a cold burst of air. The shower had become your own personal sauna and you did not like the cold one bit. His arms wrapped around you and you knew then it was your favorite place to be. His fingers gently grazed your back, a sensation you couldn’t quite describe but it was one that gave you immense comfort. When you could finally stand up on your own again you slightly pulled away so that you could look at him. 

“Just let me help you okay? I’m here.” He grabbed your shampoo off the shelf, and you turned around so that he could wash your hair. It was so gentle you almost couldn’t feel him doing anything. He ensured that getting the knots out didn’t hurt you, and when the suds were completely out of your hair you felt like a whole new person. You could only feel you and him, the feeling of your body touching his felt like home. 

“I’m always alone.” You finally said.

“I’m right here love, you aren’t alone.” 

“For now, until you’re gone before we wake up and don’t see you until it’s time to go to bed again. I just need to feel you again.” You could feel it in your bones, but at the same time, you felt bad as you didn’t want to make him think you didn’t love him. 

“I know nothing I say can change what it's been like lately, but you are my number one priority. Everything else comes second, it’s important to me that you know that okay? I’m only filming one scene tomorrow. Do you think you could call in tomorrow?” You had never heard truer words come from someone. 

“My love, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I’ve had a whole day planned for us for quite some time now.” You could feel panic set into your body. You knew it was soon, but you had completely lost track of the days. Everything felt like it was blending together, and you couldn’t even remember what you ate for breakfast the day before. Joe always thought of everything you didn’t, it was hard to remember a time when you didn’t have each other. He could tell you were panicking a little, and pressed the front of his body into the back of yours until he could feel your heartbeat start to slow again. He finished helping you and showered himself, and when you walked out into your room he already had your diffuser going, along with the heating pad you never went anywhere without, and a cup of tea next to each of your bedsides. 

“How did you do all this?” You asked, you didn’t even hear him until he started calling your name and came into the bathroom looking for you. 

“Because I know you better than I know myself.” 

“I love you.” He kissed you gently, before helping you get into bed and then going around to the other side and curling up behind you. You didn’t bother putting on any clothes after you were dried off, the two of you barely ever slept with any on anyway. Joe always joked that they just got in the way of things, and it took too much time to take them back off. You loved the feeling of clean sheets and the way your and Joe’s bodies fit together so nicely. You could be completely intertwined with each other and it would never be close enough. His fingers began tracing patterns all around your back, ever so slightly touching the surface, and the way he was doing this sent shivers through your nerves in a way that felt so good. 

“You know for our wedding I was thinking we could have one of the guys perform the ceremony. It would feel more personal for us.” He spoke softly into your ear.

“You know I think Brian is ordained, we should ask him.” You replied, pressing your body into Joe just so. 

“You want me to ask Brian May to marry us? The Brian May?” Joe seemed a little shocked.

“Joe he was there when you proposed. He just texted you this morning, I do not think it is that far off.” You could feel him smile, like he knew you were right. 

“I’ll ask him tomorrow. What do you want my dear?” He knew you were one of those girls that had their wedding planned out since they were ten years old, but you knew weddings were about what both of you wanted and you wanted yours to be about the life that you shared together. Your wedding wasn’t going to be very big, neither of you wanted a huge affair, you just wanted the people you loved you. Lots of people also made you overwhelmed and it was supposed to be the best day you’ve ever had. 

“I want raspberry filling in the cake,” You told him. 

“I think we can have that arranged.” He squeezed you tightly and helped you turn over so that you were looking at each other now instead. Your faces were mere inches from each other and he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead. You quickly brought his lips down to yours and kissed him with enough pressure that invited him in closer to you. You wrapped your leg around his body, so he could feel just how damp you were. He brought his hand around to the back of your head so you could feel the hunger in his kiss. It wasn’t rough, no, but it felt needed. You just wanted to feel one another. You wanted to be relaxed so that every inch of your body felt like it was satisfied, and you would do everything in your power to make sure that Joe felt the same. 

You began to feel his hand roam to other parts of your body, cupping your bum so he could bring you closer. You felt him against you, hard and wanting every part of you. His lips began going elsewhere, placing kisses everywhere around your neck, your collarbone, and all the way down to your clit. Joe placed you on your back, bum up on a pillow, and arms raised above your head. They would soon find their way down to his hair like they usually did, as the sensation overwhelmed your body and you didn’t know what to do with them. 

You knew the rule, you were not supposed to move your hands from above your head. Except for when Joe’s tongue began licking at your clit. He went slowly at first, and you needed him to go much quicker. Your hips bucked up into his face, and he used his hands to push you down into the mattress. One of his hands left your thigh and ran up your side to your breast. Your nipple was so sensitive, as soon as you felt his hand on it you felt like you could feel it everywhere in your body. You couldn’t help but move your hands and your fingers laced through his hair, trying to send him the signal that you needed your release and you needed it now.

“Joe I swear to god if you don't..!” The groan that escaped his lips matched the ferocity of his nails when he squeezed your breast. He edged you again and again, getting you just to the point where you would go over the edge and then he would slow down. Each time he did so your hips moved involuntarily, wanting so badly to finish. Without warning, he began kissing his way up your body to your mouth, the taste of you still on his lips. You could move your hands again, cupping the sides of his face like you never wanted to let him go. 

“Can I?” He asked, forgetting how to use your words you nodded ‘yes’ at him and he flipped you over onto your stomach. Once you felt comfortable, he brought your ass into the hair, with it situated perfectly in front of his dick. He gently scratched up and down your back, making you relax into the bed and reach for something to hold onto as you knew you would need it in a second. He leaned over and kissed the small of your back before getting back up and getting himself ready. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it up and down your wetness, getting it wet and making you even wetter. Once he felt you were good to go, he eased himself in and you could feel every inch of him. Joe’s hands gripped your ass and began thrusting into you, bringing you onto him over and over. The speed that he was going was something completely new. He maneuvered his hand around you bringing his finger to your clit sending you into overdrive. The feeling was almost too much, but you could feel yourself getting close. 

The moans escaping you seemed to give him a new sense of power, snapping his hips in quick motions and hitting the spot you wanted. Combined with the motion on your clit you squeezed around him, feeling yourself cum, and any support you had been giving yourself went away and you collapsed onto the bed. You yelled out, and Joe adjusted so his hips could somehow move even faster. You had never felt him move so hard, but you were loving whatever it turned on in him. The feeling it was giving you was the best thing you had ever felt, and you never wanted it to end. He leaned over and whispered, “I love you” into your ear and one final time he snapped and you knew he had finished too. 

You could feel both of you relax, and since you had collapsed on your stomach Joe laid to the side that your head was facing which was to your right. Joe reached over and brushed the hair out of your face, and nothing could take away the joy that you felt at that moment. There was no pain or the outside world, just the two of you. 

“I promise you, you will never be alone, ever again.”

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[deanscroissant]

Reunited…and It Feels so Good

Joe Mazzello x fem!reader

requested by: @borhapgirlforlife19 (i hope you like it, hun xx)

warnings (im terrible at these): mentions of smut but nothing that deep (twss), lots of fluff, and a tiny bit of angst.

a/n: my first joe fic in a year or so 😬 i took a brief hiatus from writing in general so pls be gentle with me. im getting back into the swing of thangs. 😁 i hope you guys enjoy!

It's a special day today because someone is celebrating a birthday: your husband Joe of six years.

You couldn't wait to celebrate it with him because he's been gone for a long time—half of the year just about. But having him home safe and sound with his family has been such a relief. You missed Joe, but not as much as your four-year-old daughter Jade (Jay Jay, as you and Joe, would call her). That girl loves her father more than anyone in the world. Sometimes it'll make you a tad bit jealous when she shows more attention to him than you, but the thought goes away when you see them playing and laughing together.

She wanted to sleep with you two last night, but Joe wanted to spend some alone time with you. So instead, he decided to lay with her in her room until she fell asleep. Joe felt terrible, but his attention was entirely on her the whole day. Not that you both mind it; he just missed you and wanted to show you how much he did.

You looked over at him and smiled softly. Joe was sleeping peacefully. His under eyes showed how exhausted he was. Without waking him, you slowly removed the covers and left the bed. You tipped toed to the other side of the room to look for your night clothes, where Joe threw them, then quietly left the room, closing the door behind you.

You figured Jay Jay was asleep because it was almost seven a.m., but the sound of hard plastic and animated mouth sounds flowing through her cracked door told you otherwise. You softly giggled while opening her door wider. She was fully awake on her floor, playing with her Barbie dolls that she recently got from your parents last week. Her precious green-hazel eyes averted to you, and they lit up as she leaped off the floor and into your arms.

"Hi, princess," you said, smiling while hugging her back and kissing her temple. "You're up early…as always." you chuckled as you tickled her side, her giggles filling the air.

She calmed down and said, "I wanted to play Barbie with daddy when he wakes up. I was just waiting for him." He did promise her that he'll play all day with her. But, unfortunately, he didn't get the memo when she wanted to start bright and early. "Well, I think daddy needs to sleep a little longer."

"Why?" She pouted while moving her unkempt hair from her eyes. You began walking to the living room to sit her down with you to explain why.

"Because we need to surprise him. It's his birthday!"

Her eyes widen as she lets out a gasp, "Really?! I have to make him something!" She slides off the couch and runs back toward her room but stops before going further. "Wait! Mommy, you can make breakfast for daddy. Don't make him cereal. Make eggs and waffles for him, okay? And bacon!"

You couldn't help but laugh at the little diva toddler. "Yes, ma'am, I got it. Thank you for telling me."

She gives you a cheeky smile before running off, following to get off the couch to start Joe's birthday breakfast. Jade returned with her supplies and paper and asked you to help her put her things on the table. Once she got in the chair, you resumed back to cooking.

Joe eventually woke up when the smell of his favorite waffles hit his nose: Chocolate chip. Also, the sound of his daughter's laughter abrupted his sleeping. Hearing her laugh made his heart warm. He was so happy to wake up at home with his family instead of in a small rental apartment that gave him restless nights. He felt awful for missing half of the year without seeing Jay Jay, but he knew he could make it up to her soon enough.

He got out of bed to use the bathroom and brush his teeth before joining his family. Jay Jay was drawing while you made the next batch of waffles when Joe stopped in the living room to admire you both. Joe sometimes can't believe he has a family of his own, which he wanted for a long time—way before he met you. When he got to know you more, he was happy that you were on the same page as him wanting to start one someday. You were perfect for him and his daughter. Joe couldn't think of anyone better to be his wife and the mother of his children.

Jay Jay's attention turned to the movement she saw from the corner of her eye. Her hazel-green orbs met the same set staring back at her—gasping in surprise at the sight of her father. "Daddy!" she screeched, jumping from the chair and running into his embrace when he got down to her level to embrace her back. "Good morning, baby girl!" He pecks her cheek before picking her up.

"Happy Birthday!" she said with glee, her little arms stretched out, making Joe grin even harder.

"Well, thank you, Jay Jay. I appreciate it!" He gives her cheek some more kisses, which sends her into a fit of giggles. Joe has yet to shave his beard that he had to grow for the project he worked on, only because hearing Jay Jay laugh hysterically gives him a dopamine rush when he gives her kisses. You started to laugh while listening to them as you began whisking the eggs. Jade had a contagious laugh, and it was hard not to laugh with her. It was one of the cutest things about her.

Joe places her back down, and she grabs his hand (well, two of his fingers) to lead him to the table, "I made a gift for your birthday, daddy." She climbs back in her chair while Joe sits beside her, propping his arm on the back of the chair she was in to look at what she crafted for him. She picks up her handmade card buried underneath a pile of gold and red glitter, blowing off the excess before handing it to him carefully. Joe's mouth agape dramatically at the crafty card made from printer paper. "For me? You shouldn't have!”

With a cheeky smile, he opens it and laughs when more glitter spills out. 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY,' it says across the paper, written in marker with each word in different colors. Below it was stick figures of you, Joe, and Jay Jay standing outside our house surrounded by trees and hearts. It made Joe's heart swell. "Oh my gosh, thank you, baby girl! It's so beautiful!" He says while pulling her into his lap and kissing her cheek. Her small hands tried to pry his head away as another round of giggles escaped her mouth.

"You're welcome!" she says in between laughs. Joe could do this all day and never get tired of it. Jade returned to drawing, and Joe put the homemade card on the fridge. You had just finished the eggs and got ready to set the plates when Joe came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing gently on your neck. "And good morning to you, gorgeous."

You had wished Joe happy birthday around midnight after doing "late night activities" with him, which led to another round after you teased him about getting old and not being able to do that "thing" you always loved him to do.

Proving you wrong was an understatement.

"Good morning, birthday boy." you smiled, turning your head to kiss his lips before finishing up what you were doing. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept like a baby, thanks for asking. I missed that bed so much." He sighed as he placed his cold hands under your shirt, rubbing your warm tummy. "And I missed you laying next to me."

"Aww. Likewise, babe." You cooed, now placing a stack of waffles on Joe's plate. "I was asking if you were still interested in going out today. That's if you're too tired to."

"Well, I did want to go eat pizza for lunch, then come back home and enjoy the rest of my day with you beautiful humans." He tightens his arms around you, burying his face in your neck as you roll your eyes. "By that, you mean let your four-year-old boss you around all day."

"You know it." he chuckled, "You guys are my birthday gift."

"Oh, you are such a sap," you teased, turning around to peck his lips. "This is the only thing I'll ask you to do today: Will you help Jay Jay clean the table, please?"

"Yeah, right. Let's see how long it will take for you to ask me to do something else. I bet five minutes." He teased back before turning around to help little Jade with the table. You giggled when you saw a trail of glitter coming from the table to the fridge where he put the card. "You're probably right because you left a trail of fairy dust behind." you pointed out on the floor, and Joe looked down, a laugh escaping between his lips. "I did no such thing!"

"Yes you did, daddy!" Jay Jay giggles as she runs back to her room to put her stuff away. Joe fake gasped at her. "Not Jay Jay ratting me out."

"She's an angel, unlike you." you poked out your tongue, making Joe scoff. "Who said I was?"

Another giggle came out as you returned to finishing Joe's plate. You wanted to surprise Joe by putting whipped cream and sprinkles on his waffles. You set the table once it was clean, pouring everyone's favorite morning drink with the delicious dish you were about to demolish.

Joe marveled at the sweet breakfast treat before him, his smile resembling Jay Jay's on Christmas. "Oh, I'm just getting spoiled left and right today." He said. Jade walked back in and gasped. "Oh my gosh, Mommy, these look amazing!"

"They do, huh?" Joe said, pulling you into his side and looking up at you. "I think she did a pretty good job. Thank you, honey." You grinned and kissed his cheek. "Anything for you, babes."

Joe felt content now that he was home, even though he got home a few days ago. It doesn't steer away from the fact that he missed so much time away from his family. He missed birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries. So he did feel a little guilty that he was celebrating his birthday. But if it meant he could return home to his beautiful girls, he wasn't complaining.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

hi!! can i please request some joe mazzello x male reader fluff? any scenario is good, i'll leave it up to you. thanks in advance!!

Someone Like You

Fandom: American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Male Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Reader

Word Count: 1064 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Joe's finally worked up the nerve to tell him how he feels but it seems he never needed to.

Tags/ Warnings: Admitting Feelings, Request, Requested Fic, Love, Friends to Lovers, Dates, Kissing, Angst, Fluff, Jealousy

Notes: I'm working through requests in my own time because I'm not really feeling a lot of them atm. Hope this is okay x

Tags: @borhapgirlforlife19

Joe was sitting on his couch, nervously watching the door as Y/N whizzed around their apartment. He didn't know how this happened, no matter how close to the deadline of leaving the house Y/N would always find time to be late. Normally it drove him insane but today he was hoping that he’d never make it out of the house. As he sat down and started to put on his shoes Joe looked at him. He looked handsome Joe couldn't deny it. In fact, that was something Joe had been trying to deny for a while now. He couldn't have a crush on his roommate. It was too complicated. A whole can of worms. But looking at him he knew the truth and he wanted to tell him and he wanted to tell him tonight. 

‘So what are you going to be doing whilst I’m out tonight,’ Y/N asked looking up at Joe expectantly.

‘Oh nothing much,’ Joe shrugged, ‘probably play Xbox or something.’ 

‘Without me?’ Y/N chuckled.

‘We can't all have plans,’ Joe smirked. 

‘Well maybe I can find someone for you to date so we can double and you won't be leaving me behind,’ Y/N said. Joe’s heart sank.

‘You’re going on a date?’ he asked trying to sound as impartial as possible. Y/N’s face went to one of surprise before he cleared his throat and said, ‘oh, yeah didn't I tell you?’ 

‘I thought it was those people from work,’ Joe said, ‘must’ve gotten confused.’ 

‘Maybe,’ Y/N said, ‘I probably forgot to tell you.’

Joe nodded and the pair of them shared a look both feeling the palpable awkwardness that had entered the room. Y/N dropped his gaze and stood, smoothing out his outfit before grabbing his wallet and keys from their coffee table and burying his face in his phone.

‘Well he’s here to pick me up,’ Y/N said looking up at Joe, ‘I better get going.’

‘Yeah,’ Joe said, ‘have fun.’

‘I’ll try,’ Y/N smiled though it seemed a little weak and then headed towards the door. Joe’s stomach was in knots. He had finally gotten up the courage to tell his roommate the truth and it was being snatched from under him. He couldn't blame Y/N. It wasn’t like he knew Joe had been building to this moment for weeks now but he also couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. As Y/N’s hand reached the door handle Joe called his name making him spin around and look at him expectantly. 

‘Yeah?’ he asked. Joe could feel his heartbeat in his ears. He could just speak. Tell him right now and see how the night played out. 

‘Nothing,’ Joe said, ‘it can wait. Enjoy your date.’

Y/N seemed confused for a moment before he nodded and headed out the door leaving Joe to flop against his couch in defeat.

✵✵✵

It had only been an hour. One hour and Joe was out of his mind. He had tried to keep himself focused on other things. He’d made dinner, played Xbox and even watched some TV but nothing had quelled his anxious mind or stopped him from checking his phone every thirty seconds to see if Y/N had texted or posted something on his socials. He slung his Xbox controller down in frustration and placed his head back on the couch closing his eyes as he did so. He could picture Y/Ns face again, watching him expectantly before he walked out the door and into the arms of another. He was stirred by the sound of the door which clicked open and he watched as Y/N walked through not paying attention. When he looked up he said, ‘oh, hey.’

‘Hey,’ Joe said. He watched as Y/N got situated before eventually falling onto the couch beside him with a sigh. 

‘Rough night?’ he asked disguising the hope in his voice. 

‘Could've been better,’ Y/N said.

‘He’s not the one huh?’ Joe asked. 

‘Nah,’ Y/N said with a yawn, ‘nice to look at but completely opposite of what I'm looking for.’

‘Oh,’ Joe said suddenly intrigued, ‘and what are you looking for?’

Y/N smiled and shuffled so that they were facing each other, Joe did the same too instantly feeling pulled into his friend by his desire to know the truth.

‘Someone nice, someone funny, someone hella cute,’ he said before adding with a shy smile, ‘someone like you actually.’ 

Joe couldn't believe his ears. Someone like him? He tried not to get ahead of himself and waited for the inevitable ‘someone like you but not actually you’ speech to follow but it didn't instead Y/N was watching him with bated breath for his response. 

‘Y/N,’ he said uneasily. 

‘Oh god I knew it,’ Y/N said, ‘I’ve fucked up, haven't I? I’m sorry, forget I ever said anything.’

Y/N was moving to clamber off of the couch, a mortified look on his face, but Joe reached out on instinct and pulled him back until he was facing him. Joe’s eyes roved over his face searching for the flicker of truth behind it. 

‘Do you mean it?’ Joe asked. Y/N bit his lip and then nodded.

‘I do,’ Y/N said, ‘and I get if you don't feel the same I mean I know it's stupid we’re friends and we share an apartment for god sake and-’

Y/N couldn't speak. Joe’s lips were preventing any word from leaving his mouth but in that instant, it wasn’t really that important. He kissed him back tenderly until finally they were forced to part both needing air. When they did they burst out into a fit of laughter which was cut short as Joe spoke, ‘and to think I’ve been worried about telling you.’ 

‘You have?’ 

‘Yeah,’ Joe said, ‘In fact, I almost told you right before you went out but I couldn't bring myself to. I didn't want to ruin your date.’ 

‘You didn't ruin anything. I was over before it started…I couldn't stop thinking of you.’

‘Really?’ Joe said.

‘Really,’ Y/N aid, ‘and about how I was going to beat your ass on Xbox.’ 

‘Oh you’re on,’ Joe said. Y/N leaned in to press a quick kiss on Joe’s lips and smiled, ‘bring it on Mazzello.’

[deaky-trash]

You’re Safe With Me | Joe Mazzello x Reader

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x F!Reader

Word Count: 309

Warnings: Mention of a nightmare and crying ig?

Y/N jolted awake, screaming and crying as she sat up, hot tears streaming down her face. The nightmare she had was unspeakable, and she reached over to the bedside table to turn on the lamp, pondering how her brain could even imagine such a horrifying image.

Her boyfriend Joe was sat up in bed when she turned her head to see if she had woken him up, making her jump in surprise. Joe didn’t say much, but wrapped his arms softly around her, kissing her cheek as he embraced her. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Joe asked, stroking her hair softly. She nodded and buried her face in his shoulder. “I woke up while you were tossing and turning.”

Y/N started crying into Joe’s shoulder, gripping onto him as though her life depended on it. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N/N,” Joe whispered, “It was just a nightmare... You’re here with me now... You’re safe..” Joe rested his head atop of hers, continuing to gently caress her hair to comfort her. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, soaking the shoulder of Joe’s pajama shirt. 

“I was so scared, Joey..” Y/N sobbed into his shoulder, but it was muffled a bit since her face was buried in his shoulder. “I know, I know, angel.. I’m here for you now, okay..? Don’t worry..” The two sat in silence for a few more moments, enjoying each other’s embrace. Y/N nuzzled into him and Joe kissed the crown of her head. 

“Do you want to go back to sleep now, sweetheart?” Joe asked softly, still holding her in his arms. Y/N nodded silently and pulled away from the hug, turning off the bedside lamp. Joe laid back in bed, and Y/N rested her head on his chest, his heartbeat lulling her back to sleep.

[hearts-hunger]

To Tell You I Love You || Joe Mazzello x Reader

Summary: When you try to tell Joe you love him for the first time, it doesn’t go as smoothly as you’d hoped. But what’s love without a little risk?

Pairings: Joe Mazzello x Reader || college!au

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Mentions of cheating

A/N: This one’s for a sweet nonnie who requested Joe fluff for sin sunday! I’m sorry I didn’t include smut in this one, love, but I’m planning college!joe smut/fluff soon, so be on the lookout! I hope you like it! ♡

“Joey… I need to tell you something. Something important.”

He supposed it was a little melodramatic of him to be so panicked as such a simple phrase, but how else was he supposed to feel as you met his eyes and had such a serious expression on your face? Your words were intentional, direct, the opposite of the casual conversation you’d been having as you worked on homework together in his dorm. He straightened from where he’d been bent over the flashcards circled around him, looking up at where you sat on the edge of his bed. You’d been laying on your stomach, your chin propped adorably in your hand, but you’d sat up straight as you’d prepared to say whatever important thing you needed to say.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he said, unable to keep the nervousness from his voice. What could it be that was so serious you couldn’t just tell him? Were you dying of cancer? Had you discovered you were actually gay and therefore didn’t want to date him any more, which he would happily celebrate with you but also cry about for months on end? A myriad of scenarios raced through his head, the only one he could easily discard being the fear that you might be pregnant. You two hadn’t had sex yet because he had wanted to take it slow; his last girlfriend had cheated on him, and he was scared of getting hurt again. Not that he thought you’d hurt him, but his ex had hurt him badly, and he was still a little gun-shy.

Oh, no, he thought. Surely that wasn’t it. Surely you weren’t about to tell him that you were seeing someone else, that you’d cheated on him, that you’d done the exact thing that had broken him into a million pieces less than a year ago. Surely that’s not it.

He took a steadying breath, determined to take this better than he’d taken it last time if that’s what it was. He wouldn’t cry, not this time. He wouldn’t let you see how you’d hurt him.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice sharper than he intended, fervently hoping it wasn’t what he feared. Hoping it was anything else in the world than that. He could handle any other terrible news you threw at him, but not that.

He saw worry flicker in your expression. “Are you mad at me?”

He couldn’t help but soften at your voice, gentle and a little fearful. “No, honey, I’m not mad,” he assured you. “I promise. You’re just… you’re worrying me a little bit.”

Your face showed a wash of guilt. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” you said. “I didn’t mean to. It’s nothing bad.”

He felt himself release a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Oh. I thought maybe…” He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter what I thought. I’m glad it’s not something bad.”

“What did you think it was?” you asked, hating that you’d caused him pain.

He shrugged. “I don’t know,” he lied. “It’s just, after everything that happened with - you know - ”

He cut himself off as you came down off the bed to sit in front of him, searching his face with distress etched in your own. You put a hand to his cheek and he was surprised to feel tears come. He bit his lip and tried to get a hold of himself.

“Joey,” you said gently. “Oh, Joey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize it could sound like that, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. That’s not what it is at all.”

He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to apologize. It was stupid to think that’s what it was.”

You gave him a smile. “Kind of,” you admitted. “But I didn’t set it up very well. Because what I wanted to say is kind of the exact opposite of that.”

He met your eyes. “What do you mean?”

A cute blush pinked your cheeks as you gave him a bashful smile. You let your hand drop to his lap.

“Um, well,” you said softly. “I wanted to tell you I love you.”

He didn’t think he’d heard you right. Could he have? “Wait, what?”

Your smile turned into a full-on beaming grin. “I love you, Joe Mazzello,” you said. “I love you so much that I can barely stand it.”

His breath caught in his chest, feeling those stubborn tears surface again. “You mean it?”

You kissed him and he couldn’t help the way he sighed against you, taking your hands in his.

“I mean it,” you said. “More than I’ve ever meant anything. I love you, and you don’t ever have to worry like that again, Joey. Nobody’s going to hurt you like that ever again, not if I have anything to say about it.”

He gave a watery laugh as you brushed your hand over his cheek, catching the few tears that had fallen.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“It’s ok, Joey,” you said softly,

He met your eyes, the mix of hues his favorite color in the whole world. You loved him and all he had to do was look at you to know how much you meant it.

“I love you too,” he said. “So much, sweetheart. I love you so much.” A thought occurred to him as your beauty left him breathless as it did every time he looked at you.

“I trust you, too,” he said. “I can’t love you and not trust you, so I trust you, and I want to show you that I do.”

You looked a little confused. “Okay. What do you mean?”

He didn’t really know how to say it in a graceful or romantic or sexy way, because truth be told he was a mess whenever it came to you; he was so head-over-heels that most of the time he couldn’t even remember to breathe when he was with you, much less how to speak eloquently. But you loved him, you loved him anyway, and that encouraged him to say what he wanted to say.

“I want to make love to you,” he said ardently, feeling that to say something like I want to have sex with you didn’t quite capture what he meant. He wanted to show you he loved you and that he trusted you with every part of him, every scared and vulnerable part of him that you had seen broken and bruised and had patiently put back together with a tenderness and selflessness only real love could have.

If he thought he couldn’t be more endeared to you, he was wrong. Your blushing smile was more beautiful to him than anything he’d ever seen.

“You do?” you asked. “You’re ready? We don’t have to. I’ll wait as long as you want to, Joey. I’d wait forever for you.”

“I know,” he said truthfully. “I know you would, and I love you for it. But I’m ready - I love you, and you love me, and I’m ready if you want to.”

You kissed him; he felt his body react to you as it always did, but this time he wasn’t afraid of how you made him feel. He didn’t close himself off from you; he leaned closer and kissed you deeper, letting himself taste a bit of how sweet making love to you was sure to be.

“I want to if you want to,” you said gently. “We can go as slow as you want.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, breathless and dizzy with how much he loved you. He felt a bit like he had the first time he’d ever had sex, shy and nervous and excited and fumbling with innocence. But it was you, beautiful you, and you were his home. You were his safety, his port in the storm, the one he loved more than anything and the one who loved him back.

“Thank you,” he said.

You gave a soft laugh. “What for?”

“Everything,” he said. “Thank you for loving me like you do. I love you. God, I could say that to you with every breath and never tell you enough. I love you.”

He felt your smile as he kissed you. “Oh, Joey,” you said softly. “I love you too.”

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[likesomekindofcheese]

Ik you’re busy but if u have time n if u feel like it could you pls write one where ben makes a comment to joe about his gf being very clingy/needy but she overhears ben so she tries to tone it down. when joe finds out he gets angry at her bc he never said that to her and he doesn’t think she needs to change. but ending in fluff. u don’t have to but thnks :*

Sure thing! Here you go!

It was harmless, harmless you told yourself.

But it stung like the sting of a wasp.

"She's like a bloody koala to you! You got to make sure you have your own life, mate!"

Frozen in your place, you felt your bladder harden despite your recent bathroom trip. Your heart was racing, and you breathed in...and out...and in...and out...but it was not stopping. You felt the rage, thick in your body. Screaming. Ready. The distant 80s tunes blasting from the Bluetooth Speaker felt distant even though it was near you.

So, you charged from your corner in the party. The red cup, drained of drink, almost crumpled in your hand as you slowly, angrily crushing it. Words pouring out before you could control them.

“I heard that, Ben,” you said.

The blonde and red heads whipped towards you. Their faces pure white.

You looked right at Joe.

“So, I’m clingy, huh? Like every other girl, huh? Won’t let you even play one video game while sucking your dick because I’m just a girl, isn’t it?”

“Y/N, please…”

“How dare I like you, Joe, how dare I…I even show myself- that’s not what you wanted. You wanted a maid you didn’t have to pay, right?”

“I didn’t, please!”

You turned around and marched out. Though Lucy ran up to say hi, you ignored her and marched away. You opened the door and stepped out. The thick summer air was filled with heat contrasted to the icy Air Conditioning of the house. You heard crickets chirp and there was a firefly or two floating around. A big landed on your leg and you swatted at it with a “HRRGH” from your mouth. Secretly you wished it was Joe’s face.

“Y/N, listen, please, I’m begging…”

Speak of the devil.

You turned around to see him. Him. Him, him, him, him. Your chest burst with a bittersweet love. The angry kind. The kind that made you so furious because the attack came from someone you loved so much. A random stranger? Not as much. But coming from Joe? You might as well be shot, you emotional mind thought.

“Why should I? I heard Ben’s words…” you spat.

He walked forward, extending his gentle hand.

“Y/N, here’s the context…are you ready for that?”

His hazel eyes looked big and sad. His mouth in a slightly open frown and his face pale. Hesitantly, you accepted his hand.

“I was telling Ben about the time I didn’t want to go shopping and how you had this pout that you do…you know…”

He mimicked it and you had to admit, it was exact.

“And how you asked me why…and it was because, you know, how I’m trying to budget so I can have that trip. Okay?” he explained.

You nodded, recalling. A couple tears welled in your eyes, and you wiped them with your sleeve. Another one came up and he wiped it with his thumb.

“Sweetheart…I know we…we’re a PDA couple…like, you’re so damn hot I can’t keep my hands off of you anytime…” he quipped.

You couldn’t help but smile and look down for a bit. Even in arguing Joe was a giant flirt.

“You know Ben saw that and he…can jump to conclusions. You know…” he explained. “But I never, never called you too clingy or any of that…why would I?”

You sighed and looked up at him. The dance music changed to a more soulful ballad from inside.

“I just…I was scared that…that when I thought I could totally be myself around you I…” you explained, words fumbling.

“Well, how many times have you seen me scream at baseball while stuffing half a hot dog down my mouth at once?” Joe asked.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“Several times!”

“And how do you think of that? Gross? Stupid?”

“No, it’s endearing!”

He looked at you, holding your face and listing your qualities, your silly, goofy moments that were completely, uniquely you.

“Why would I love you less for that? Or that you like to hug on me all the time? It’s you!”

“And you’re you Joe…”

“But anyways, I am very sorry…. for all of this. That you even had to…had to doubt that I didn’t…didn’t like you as you are.” He explained.

“I…I just didn’t hear the whole conversation…I was being silly…”

“You were protecting yourself. That’s one reason I admire you, Y/N…”

You reached over and kissed his cheek kindly. You heard the door creak open. Ben stood there; cheeks flushed.

“Y/N, Jesus Christ, I’m a dickhead, please…please forgive me! I wasn’t thinking!” he begged.

Breathing easily, you put a hand before him.

“I…I forgive you, Ben. I’ve said things I regret too!” you reassured.

His shoulders relaxed. For the rest of the night, he chatted to you. Getting to know you better, sprinkling in the extra apology or two.

And with Joe holding your hand, you smiled, nodded, and laughed. At peace.

[borhap-au]

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.”

[mightyfineblog]

‘Give In To Me’ Joe Mazzello x Reader

Smut, smut, smut; hold it there good girl; teasing; orgasm control; bad girls get punished; l-bomb; don’t get daddy mad;

1.6k words of pure smut

A/n: This one is for all my Joe girls!

Enjoy:

“You didn’t just do this!” Joe pulled you in an alley on the side of the pavement.

“Have you lost your mind?” He hissed, squeezing your arm. His eyes were dark and angry.

“Ouch.” You tried to wriggle but his grip got harder.

“Let go of me.” You raised your voice, but his other hand covered your mouth stopping you in place, forcing you to look up to him.

“You, lovely…” he gulped his anger “do not get to act like a brat in public.”

Your breathing and heart beating were getting heavier by the second, the thoughts of his actions were flashing through your mind, giving you the pinch of excitement.

“It’s your fault.” You mumbled underneath his fingers on your mouth.

He lifted an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. Running his tongue quickly to each corner of his mouth, caught your glimpse.

“Hm…” his body oozed confidence and dominance from every pore.

“Is that so?” not releasing his palm off your mouth, he lowered his head to your ear.

“Is my girl jealous?” His breath pierced through and sent shivers all over your body.

You felt intimidated and embarrassed right at the spot, and his body shutting every move you tried to make, didn’t help. You were helpless and all at his mercy.

“I think you, are.” He chuckled from the bottom of his throat before abruptly moving your chin to the side. He inhaled the smell of your neck and sucked his mouth onto it.

“J-Joe.” Your eye rolled back and knees got weak, when you felt his luscious lips against your jaw.

“P-please.” You breathed out when his hand released your mouth and slid down your thigh.

His sweet torture suddenly stopped when he let go of you all at once and turned around.

“Damn it.” He ran his hand through his hair.

“You.” He turned around and pointed at your painting figure, but didn’t say a word more.

“You make me loose control and do stupid things.” You finally spoke.

“You, should be controlling yourself.” He exhaled and took your hands in his.

“Who was she?” you hissed.

“Does it matter?” he pulled you in his brace.

“Okay, okay, I may.. be a bit jealous.” You rolled your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Wait until we get home, baby girl.” He slapped your bum “I’ll make sure you know that I’ve eyes only for you.” He squeezed your bum and met your lips for a demanding kiss. Biting your lower lip, you were ready to melt in his hands.

“Keep it for later, baby…” his strong hands embraced your whole body.

“Now, behave, or else.” He let go of you and pointed you out. You were all hot and bothered from the adrenaline rush but walked out back into the restaurant.

Though you were sure, you’d be getting it real good when you get home, you were still nervous about this woman shifting around your man in her little number. So that thought kept you on your toes for the rest of the night. Joe, of course, sniffed your tension, and would pay attention to her instead of you, just to give you a hard time.

When the two of you finally got into the car, you were more than hot and certainly more than bothered.

“You are such a dick!” you hit the lid of the compartment in front of you.

“Careful.” Joe hissed in a warning tone.

“Careful? You were the one who was flirting with some other woman the whole night!” you raised your voice.

“I told you earlier. It is nothing.” He hit the pedal making you lie flat on your seat.

“Plus, you’re the one who made a little scene…” his knuckles were white on the steering wheel. His right hand slid off right to your thigh. His touch made the breath hit your throat. He noticed and an evil smirk appeared on the side of his lip.

“And yet, you’re frustrated and” his hand moved up and squeezed, making you buckled your knees together “excited.”

“I’d tell, watching me flirt and pay attention to somebody else tonight, gets you going. Pushes your buttons.” His fingers slid up more until reaching your knickers where he applied pressure.

His actions were already making you wet enough for you to confess.

“Talk to me.” He kept making cirlces againt your core, sendind shiveres all over again and again.

“I….” you moaned.

“It pissed me, seeing you… with … her … and… not… me!” you squeacked at the last word, when his finger passed your underwear and attached straight to your sensitive bud.

“You were sayin, love?” He cooed.

You could feel Joe’s wild side come in, prevailing over his body, like poison taking over his bloodstream. His eyes were dark and body strong and demanding.

“Please.” You mumbled, when your senses started to heat up.

“Please, what?” his lips formed a smirk.

“Please, daddy?” You were hoping for the right guess.

“Ahh, baby. You sound so sweet, I could take you right here, right now.” His husky voice oozed in your ears, giving you shivers.

“What’s stopping, you then?” You bit your lower lip.

“Not when I’m driving.” his hand released the sweet torture on your core, just when your breath had started to hitch your throat.

“I’ll take care of you at home.” He gave your thigh a tiny slap.

You were left panting and anticipating the moment he pulls up the driveway, just to see what he does next.

“Let’s go.” He turned off the roaring engine and hopped off. You followed like a little kid, following lollypop.

Once inside, you waited with anticipation, but Joe didn’t seem too bothered.

“joe…” you walked up to him and situated yourself in his lap.

“Oh Joe…” you rubbed your body against his, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You alright, baby girl?” He nonchalantly asked.

“You haven’t forgotten me, right?” You moaned, rocking yourself against his hips, trying to get the smallest of release, you could.

“I’m showing you, exactly how much I love you.” He hissed and slid his hands up your dress.

“In fact.” He quickly switched places and was on top of you now.

“I’m going to show you, exactly what you’re getting. And why you should never do such scenes in public, little girl.” He stood up and took his belt off.

“What do you say? You’ve been bad, huh?” his raspy voice brought you to your knees.

“Gotta punish you now, don’t we?... bend over.” He demanded.

“W-what? With the belt?...” you bit your lip.

“You’re going to enjoy it more than it would hurt, I promise…” he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Now bend over my knees.”

You compliantly did so. Joe exposed your bum and played with the hem of your knickers. Massaging your bum cheecks he broke the silence.

“Count with me to 5…” he sounded excited and calm in the same time.

“Only if you kiss it better afterwards.” You perked your arse a little higher.

Before you knew it his first slap had hit your skin.

“Fuck!” you squaked.

“Count!” his hand massaged the place.

“One.” It wasn’t that bad.

“two” you squeaked even higher.

“’three” you cried out when the third slap came, making your eyes blur.

“Can you take two more?” he prompted, massaging the red skin of your bum.

“Yes, daddy.” You couldn’t hold the excitement forming in your stomach.

“that’s right baby girl.” The next two slaps came through very fast.

Before you knew it, Joe had you flipped on your back.

“Will you make a scene like this ever again?” He took off your knickers and slid down his trousers.

“No.” you shook your head with teary eyes.

“Not convinced yet baby.” He lowered himself over you and kissed you passionately.

“I will never leave you for another. You just have to give in to me. Say it.”

“Please. Please fuck me.” Your hands buried in his hair. Digging your nails, pulling his hair strands when he entered your hot and dripping wetness.

“Fuck.” His head fell on your shoulder.

“God, you’re so tiny, you feel amazing.” He kissed you and started thrusting slowly at first. He then picked up the speed.

“I’m so close, daddy.” You whined, being already at the edge for some time.

“Hold it for daddy. Be a good girl and I’ll let you cum with me.” He stated, moving his hand between your bodies. Finding your clit, he rubbed it, makin it harder for you to hold the explosion forming in your stomach.

“Please.” You begged.

“So needy today. Okay. You can cum with me.” He sloppily thrusted a few more times.

“Now.” He grunted, releasing his hot mess all inside if you, filling you completely. This was more than the push you needed to come, you exploded with shaking orgasm. You body convulsing uncontrollably underneath his for what felt like the longest time ever.

“God, I love you.” Je kissed you on the lips.

“I love you too.” You mumbled with last breaths.

“Stay. I want to feel you some more.” You kissed him again.

“I really want you fuck me like this more often.” You managed after you were able to catch your breath.

“Funny. I thought you liked being a good girl….” He poked your nose.

“Just keep cuddling to my arms, please.” He smiled and took you in.

“I can never image me anywhere else…” you sighed and snuggled.

[joe-mazzello-archive]

Party For One

A Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader fic

Word Count: 4k whoopsssss

Rating: PG

Warnings: language, drinking, angst for most of it, a teeny bit of fluff, joe is a bit of a shithead in this one, sorry gang

A/N: hey remember how i was supposed to be finishing doj part two and instead i word-vomited this out in five hours at work yesterday? anyway, enjoy.

He hasn’t changed a bit, you thought to yourself as you watched him, always the life of the party. He’d been that way all through high school, the summers you saw him between college semesters, and the few gatherings he made appearances at when he was home.

You’d always been right beside him, too. Pre-gaming at a friend’s house, sharing the mic during karaoke, rubbing his back as he leaned over the toilet, crashing on the couch or the floor or wherever you could find a spot.

But now you were out of your element. You were in his other world. You were surrounded by vaguely familiar faces, people you knew you had probably seen in a movie or a tv show but you couldn’t place them exactly. And there he was, across the room, animatedly entertaining a small group with some anecdote you’d probably heard before.

He was obviously the reason you were here. He had been begging you to come out to Los Angeles for years now. Years of you’d love it out here and you and I both know you’d take the industry by storm and I miss my best friend. Eventually, you relented. Mostly because your career in real estate was exhaustingly boring and you needed a change. Acting had always been something you enjoyed but never looked at as a career opportunity until now. But you had to admit, you missed your best friend too.

So you packed up everything, drove across the country, and settled into Joe’s guest room. You had a meeting with his agency on Monday, but of course Joe, always the party host, insisted that you needed a welcoming get-together upon arrival. Which soon turned into a complete blow-out. In fact, you were pretty sure most of the guests in attendance had no idea what the party’s true origin was, let alone who you were.

So there you were, only hours since you had arrived, left to nurse your beer off in the corner. Part of you wished you and Joe could have had a quiet night in, catching up over pizza and a comedy special. But you knew deep down that would have just exacerbated the situation you found yourself in. Seeing Joe in the flesh once again had caused some...feelings to resurface. Feelings that you had worked for years to suppress, and had been hoping were completely gone by now.

All it took was him opening his front door and pulling you into a tight hug for all of those feelings to come rushing right back.

Sometimes he did things that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he felt the same. Like the way he used to wrap a protective arm around you when the two of you walked around Brooklyn at night. The way he could sense when you were having a rough day just through your texts, and suddenly a delivery of Insomnia Cookies would arrive at your apartment door. The way every hello and goodbye hug lasted just a moment longer than was probably appropriate for two friends. But surely you were reading into it.

You knew he wasn’t avoiding you. No, he couldn’t be. Sure, the second other guests had started to arrive, his focus turned from you to them. And sure, he hadn’t given you the time of day since. But he wasn’t avoiding you, no. He was just a popular guy, he always had been.

You pushed those negative thoughts away, not willing to accept them.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” sounded a familiar voice with a British lilt from behind you. You turned and were met with ocean blue eyes and chiseled cheekbones.

“Gwil,” you breathed out, almost in relief. Someone you knew. The tall man pulled you in for a bear hug, immediately putting you at ease. You appreciated the gesture considering you and Gwil weren’t even that close, only meeting each other a few times back when the Borhap cast was briefly in New York.

“Did that asshole leave you here alone at a party full of people you don’t know?” Gwil asked as he pulled away. You chuckled at his frankness.

“You know how he is,” you mused, offering a smile and a shrug. “He’s gotta entertain everybody.”

“Now did I hear correctly that you’re moving out here?” Gwil questioned, casually leaning a shoulder against the wall next to you.

“Got here a few hours ago, in fact,” you explained. “I’ll be occupying the guest room until I find my own place.” Gwil chuckled at that.

“You quite literally just got here and he’s off chatting with people he sees all the time?” Gwil clarified, earning an exasperated nod from you. “I’m going to go ahead and apologize on behalf of that bastard.” You let out a genuine laugh at that, clearly pleasing Gwil if his smile was any indication. “So how was the trip out here?”

And that’s how you found yourself tucked into the hallway of Joe’s apartment, just exchanging stories with Gwil. You welcomed the change in subject, not wanting to harp on the whole Joe situation. You told him about the weird truck stop in Ohio, the delicious pizza you devoured in Chicago, the loud hotel neighbors you encountered in Colorado, and your brief stint in Las Vegas. Gwil offered his own road trip tales before the conversation shifted, and eventually he was regaling stories about various sets he’d worked on, actors he’d worked with, and general knowledge of the business. He even offered some much needed advice, melting away some of your initial anxieties about your career change. All feelings of loneliness and inklings of frustration at Joe were long gone, and you mentally thanked Joe for inviting at least one person you knew.

“Can I ask you something?” Gwil inquired after a little while, the two of you finding yourselves settled out in chairs on Joe’s balcony, enjoying the night air of LA.

“Fire away.”

“Did you and Joe ever date or anything?”

You burst out laughing at the question, shaking your head.

“No, no, definitely not,” you replied before taking a sip of your beer. You chanced a look at Gwil, finding him eyeing you warily.

“That’s surprising,” he admitted before pursing his lips and gently caressing his own beard, a gesture you noticed he did often.

“Why is that surprising?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Just the way he talks about you…” Gwil trailed off, his gaze focusing on the city lights before him. Your heart slammed against your chest at his words. You tried to keep your face neutral, not wanting to let Gwil know just how important what he was saying was to you.

“How...how does he talk about me?” you followed up, attempting to hide the quiver in your voice. Gwil immediately turned back to face you, his eyes glinting mischievously. His lips curved into a soft smile before he said your name gently.

“He...he’s in awe of you,” Gwil confessed. “I swear he talked about you constantly while we were shooting the film. ‘She’d be a great actress if she wanted to be. She’s funny, she’s charming, and she’s got the looks and talent.’ Everything reminded him of a funny story involving you. We practically knew you before we even met you.” Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as Gwil spoke. Sure, Joe had complimented you before. But something about the fact that he had practically bragged about you to people who didn’t even know you made your stomach flutter.

You realized Gwil had stopped talking and you met his gaze, finding his eyes narrowed at you.

“You should tell him,” he finally said after a few moments.

“Tell him what?” you asked, playing dumb. You knew exactly what he was referring to. The man had seen right through you. He smiled, this time seeing right through your act of denial.

“How you feel.”

You ran your hands over your face and let out a groan.

“I literally just moved in, Gwil,” you reasoned. “I don’t want to make him feel awkward about me staying here by telling him about the feelings he very clearly doesn’t reciprocate.” You gestured inside the apartment, where Joe was still talking it up with a few guys you recognized from Undrafted.

Gwil leaned forward, shuffling closer to you and placing a gentle hand on your knee.

“I know his actions tonight make it seem like he couldn’t care less. But I promise you, he’s so happy to have you here. He adores you. More than you even realize.”

You chewed on Gwil’s words, your mind swimming. You believed him; he had no reason to lie to you. But you just wished what Gwil told you lined up with how Joe had been behaving all night.

Eventually the two of you made your way back inside, to find the party had somewhat died down. Joe had shifted into clean up mode while the last small group was starting to make their exit. You instinctively began to straighten up, grabbing beer bottles and paper plates and disposing of them while Joe worked on packing up the leftover food.

You were tying up a full trash bag when Joe brushed past you, not even acknowledging your presence. Your heart sunk, knowing full well you couldn’t use the excuse that Joe was just distracted by others this time.

He was actually ignoring you.

As you opened a new trash bag, you began to wrack your brain for what you could have done already to piss him off. Gwil pulled you from your thoughts, pulling you in for a goodbye hug and a peck on the cheek. When he pulled away, his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” It was amazing how quickly Gwil learned how to read you. Or maybe you were just that bad at masking your emotions.

Your lip trembled as you tried to prevent the tears from falling.

“He’s ignoring me now,” you revealed, earning a sympathetic look from Gwil.

“I’m sorry, love,” he offered quietly. “He’ll figure his shit out eventually.” Another hug, this one a bit longer as he held you against his chest. “I’ll text you next time I’m in town, we’ll all grab lunch.” You nodded with a soft smile before pulling away, turning your attention back to your cleaning.

Another minute passed, the last of the voices faded away, and the door clicked closed, leaving a silent apartment. You let out a sigh as you tossed the last of the plates you had found in the new trash bag. Pulling another beer out of the fridge, you ventured into the living room where you found Joe pushing the coffee table back to its original position. You awkwardly leaned against the arm of the loveseat as you waited for him to say something.

But he didn’t. After finishing rearranging, he passed by you once again, not even sparing you a glance, before heading back into the kitchen. You let out another sigh, following after him.

“Okay, can you please tell me what I did so I can fix it?” you pleaded, completely at a loss. Joe silently pulled a bottle of disinfectant and a rag out from under the sink and breezed past you another time, heading back into the living room. You scoffed at his actions, your sadness being replaced with anger at his immature way of handling himself.

You placed your beer down on the counter and trudged back into the living room, stopping in front of where Joe was wiping down the coffee table and crossing your arms.

“Joe? Are you going to talk to me or continue to ignore me like a fucking child?”

He froze, dropping the bottle and the rag on the table before finally, finally looking at you for the first time in hours.

“You’ve been here for what, five minutes? And you’re already trying to fuck my friends?”

Your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me?”

“You and Gwil seemed awfully cozy,” Joe replied before picking up the rag and continuing to wipe down the coffee table. You grabbed the rag from his hand, earning a sharp glare. “Hey--”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you roared, your blood boiling. “I hang out with the one fucking person I knew at my supposed ‘welcoming party’ besides you and suddenly I’m trying to fuck them?” You were shell-shocked at the accusation. Joe simply shrugged.

“The two of you were inseparable all night, what was I supposed to think?” he reasoned as he began to walk back into the kitchen. You scoffed again, tossing the rag onto the table in frustration at his nonchalant tone.

“How about the fact that you left me alone at a party full of strangers so I spent time with Gwil since you were busy with your other friends?” you fired back as you stomped into the kitchen. Joe began to wash his hands, still ignoring your piercing stare. “Like, holy shit, Joe. I know your world does not revolve around me, but the least you could do was acknowledge my existence. It’s my first night here, for fuck’s sake.”

That made him pause. He stared at the counter and you could practically hear how hard he was thinking. Suddenly, he met your gaze once again, a brazen look on his face.

“You could have come up to talk to me. I shouldn’t have to babysit you.”

His words were like a sword through your chest. Your jaw practically hit the floor this time.

“Fuck. You.” You turned on your heels and headed for the guest bedroom, angry hot tears escaping down your cheeks. You thanked your past self for barely unpacking anything before the party as you began to scoop up your toiletries and few pieces of clothing laying out on the bed and threw them back into your suitcase. 

You felt ashamed and so so stupid for thinking that this had been a good idea. And the worst feeling of all was the embarrassment at thinking that there was ever a chance of Joe reciprocating any feelings for you. You were nothing but a burden to him. Someone he felt like he would have to “babysit.” You didn’t fit in in his world and you were foolish to think you could.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped at the sound of Joe’s voice behind you; you hadn’t even heard him approach. You swiped at a stray tear and finished zipping up your bag before lugging it onto the floor and pulling up the handle.

“I’m going to check into a hotel,” you explained as you pushed your way past him, luggage dragging behind you. “I don’t feel welcome here.” You began to make your way towards the front door, already feeling overwhelmed by anxiety. You had no idea what your next move was going to be. Stay in LA and try to figure things out? Go back home to two parents who would chant “we told you so” until they were blue in the face?

Joe’s hand caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Please don’t do that,” he pleaded, his tone from earlier completely gone and replaced with a much softer and more desperate one. “I’m sorry. Please stay.” You whipped around to face him.

“Which part are you sorry for?” you asked sharply. “The part where you ignored me? Or where you accused me of trying to sleep with your friend? Or maybe it’s the part where you said you shouldn’t have to ‘babysit me’?”

“All of it,” Joe replied. “I’m sorry I lashed out at you. I’m just--” he trailed off as he turned away, almost bashfully. “I can’t help but feel protective of you.”

You furrowed your brows. It didn’t make sense. He felt protective of you but didn’t want to have to ‘babysit you’? He felt protective of you but he got mad at you for talking to Gwil? You stuttered as you tried to put the pieces together, coming up empty.

“I don’t…” your voice petered out. You were completely flabbergasted. “What do you want from me, Joe?”

Joe’s eyes met yours once again, and you could see the conflict written on his face. He was struggling with something. It was almost as if he--

“I want…” he began, before taking a deep breath. “I want you to stay here tonight.”

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. For some reason, a part of you was hopeful he would say something else. The two of you stared at each other for a few more moments, giving him the chance to say more. But it never came. So with a soft nod, you reached for your suitcase again, pulling it behind you as you walked back into the guest room, closing the door behind you.

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You awoke to the smell of bacon wafting into your room. You sat up, throwing your legs over the side of the bed. With a deep breath, you pushed yourself up and headed toward the bathroom.

The sight of your face in the mirror made you cringe. You hadn’t taken off your makeup before crying yourself to sleep the night before, leaving black streaks of mascara across your cheeks. You washed your face before running a comb through your hair. You knew you looked awful, but you didn’t care. Joe had seen you worse, and honestly, his opinion of you was not high on your priority list after his hissy fit last night.

You sauntered into the kitchen with a bit of hesitation, unsure what you’d be walking into. You found Joe, furiously whisking some pancake batter.

“Hey.”

He practically jumped out of his own skin, clumsily dropping the bowl of batter to the counter, luckily with little to no mess.

“Hey,” he replied, running a hand over the back of his neck. “How did you sleep?”

“Alright,” you lied. You had agonized over every detail of the evening until practically three in the morning. But you didn’t want Joe to know that. If he knew, he didn’t let on, instead offering you a small smile.

“I made bacon and I’m about to make pancakes,” he stated, gesturing towards the stove behind him. You nodded simply and took a seat at his kitchen island.

Things were awkward. You didn’t even know where to begin. Part of you wanted to tell him to forget everything and start fresh. It would make things easier. But part of you wanted to stand strong, make sure you held him accountable for how he’d hurt you.

You mulled over everything, idly chewing on a piece of bacon as Joe worked at the stove, mumbling under his breath about the pancakes cooking inconsistently or something. After a few minutes, you were pulled from your thoughts by a plate of pancakes being placed in front of you. You glanced up to see Joe eyeing you, an uncertain look on his face.

“I’m a huge asshole,” he admitted. You opened your mouth to agree with him but he kept going. “You were right. I was avoiding you during the party. It was easier for me to convince myself that you were having a good time than to check up on you myself. I thought I…” he trailed off, losing momentum. He shook his head and began again. “I assured myself that I could handle being around you again. That enough time had passed and I could be your best friend again without a second thought. But then you walked through my front door and it all came rushing back and I panicked.”  You shook your head, trying to keep up with what Joe was trying to tell you.

“I don’t understand--”

“I’m in love with you.”

For the third time in less than twenty-four hours, your jaw dropped.

“I honestly think I’ve been in love with you since high school, but it took me well into my late twenties for me to actually realize it. And I got so caught up on this fantasy of you and I being this acting dream team, showing this fucking town who’s boss, together. And then you were here and you had spent the last week road-tripping across the country yet somehow you looked so fucking beautiful? And I just...couldn’t handle it. I invited practically everyone in my contacts to come over right away because I needed a buffer. I turned my focus to everyone else at the party because it was familiar and certain. With you there was so much uncertainty.”

He paused for a moment and collected his thoughts once again.

“And then I saw you with Gwil. I knew it wasn’t anything. But you were smiling and laughing with him and I just couldn’t help but wish you were spending your time with me. I know that doesn’t make sense. But I just got so caught up in my own head so when you finally confronted me, I panicked again. I threw everything back at you because I was afraid and embarrassed.”

You watched him as he plopped down on the stool next to you with a sigh.

“I wish I could do it all over again. There wouldn’t be a party. Just you and me like it used to be,” he continued. He turned to you, eyes sad with regret. “I am so so so sorry. You were right about everything. Except one thing. My world does revolve around you. The day you told me you were coming out here was the happiest day I’ve had in awhile. I’ve thought about nothing else since. But I completely understand if you want to leave. Hell, I’ll pay for your hotel and help you figure out what you want to do. But I also understand if you want me to just leave you alone.”

To say you were stunned would be an understatement. Your heart was pounding out of your chest at Joe’s confession. You didn’t even know what to say. There was so much that needed to be said, but you were frozen in place.

So you didn’t speak. You just moved.

You gripped the sides of Joe’s head and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. He let out a small noise in surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss, his own hands reaching for you and landing on your hips. You kissed him hard, pouring every emotion you felt into it. Every past pang of your heart when Joe had gone out of his way to do something for you. Every past flutter of your stomach when he had wrapped his arms around you. Every ounce of frustration and hurt that flooded your heart last night. He kissed you back just as eagerly, pulling you off the stool and closer to him, your chests pressing together.

You finally pulled away to gasp for breath, your forehead still pressed against Joe’s.

“I love you too, you asshole,” you breathed out, earning a chuckle from Joe. He pulled back to look at you, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. “You think I’d uproot my entire life and move across the country if I wasn’t completely in love with you?”

Joe’s face lit up before he dove in for another kiss.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he asked, running his hands up and down your sides. You pursed your lips as you thought it over.

“I’ll only forgive you if you help me finish unpacking,” you reasoned, a smirk playing at your lips. Joe beamed, pulling you closer to him so you were practically in his lap.

“So you’re gonna stay?”

“Of course I’m staying. Why stay in a hotel when I can stay with my former best friend?” Joe’s brows furrowed.

“Former?”

“I guess I just figured ‘love of my life’ was a better title for you,” you revealed with a smile, running your fingers through his auburn locks. Joe pulled you in for another searing kiss, standing up and pressing you against the island, earning a squeal from you. After a moment, he pulled away, grabbing your hand and practically running down the hall towards the guest room, pancakes long forgotten.

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[youre-in-the-psycho-circus]

But That’s Not What I’m Gonna Do | Joe Mazzello

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Aggravated Assault

Word Count: 2,867

Summary: Joe finds himself falling for the principle dresser on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. His attempts to woo her don’t exactly go according to plan, especially when her boyfriend gets in the way. Requested by @cardboardbenmazzello​ from prompts list. This is my first one shot in forever, so hope I did you proud :) 

1. We’re more than friends and you fucking know it

3. “He left me...! He left me...!” “But that’s not what I’m gonna do”

10. “I’m fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.”

Masterlist

(Y/N) and Joe met on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. He had been one of the principle actors she had been assigned to as their dresser for the entirety of the film. She was rather quiet and reserved at the start of filming, tending to keep to herself as much as she could. Bohemian Rhapsody, after all, was her first big film project and the last thing she wanted to do was get kicked off for bothering the actors. Joe, however, was persistent. He all but yanked the poor girl out of her shell as quickly as he could. He figured she was just one of those people you needed to keep talking to until they talked back, so he made it his mission to get her to talk back. Between shots, as the dressers quickly worked to reset the looks to how they should be at the top of the scene, he always made it his goal to make her laugh. Soon after, he found himself getting to set earlier and earlier every day just so he could have a chance to talk to her alone as they got their morning coffee from craft services. Though shy, he found beneath that she was the sweetest, most considerate girl he ever had the pleasure of meeting. She had little quirks he found absolutely adorable, like the way she slightly stuck her tongue out to the side as she quickly worked to reset the looks of her actors. How she always seemed to have one stray hair hanging in her face. The way her face lit up whenever she saw him, and how the smiles always reached up to her eyes. He was quick to admit to himself that he was slowly falling for her the more filming went on. And the rest of the boys wouldn’t let him forget it.

They were constantly teasing him about it every chance they got. They made kissy faces at him whenever (Y/n) was fixing his costume with her back turned to them. They would poke fun at him whenever she walked by in the lunch area and he would find himself staring at her. “You’re whipped Joe. Admit it.” Rami laughed, seeing the way he practically drooled when he watched her walk by, swinging her hips from side to side.

“Please, I highly doubt she even thinks of me that way.” Joe grumbled, stabbing his fork aggressively at his food as he ran his fingers through his permed hair.

“I wouldn’t be so sure mate.” Ben smirked clapping the older actor on his shoulder. “I’ve seen the way she steals glances at you whenever she’s fixing my costume.”

“She does?” Joe asked hopefully, looking over at the blonde actor.

“I mean, if you’re so unsure of yourself, I could always do a little recon work.” Ben shrugged.

“That would make me seem desperate.”

“You already are.” Gwilym snickered, causing the others to laugh as well. Joe put his head down in his arms to hide the deep crimson blush that was spreading across his face.

(Y/N) stood off behind the camera watching as the boys recorded their performance of ’39 in front of an audience. She smiled seeing how much fun all four of them appeared to be having, perfectly embodying their respective member of Queen, especially Joe. The way he always bobbed and jumped around the stage, perfectly embodying the charm that was ‘Disco Deaky’, was absolutely incredible. He really took his dedication of the role to a level she hadn’t ever witnessed; they all did. “Cut!” The director called, the music and movement instantly halting. “Alright reset for the top of scene.”

(Y/N) moved in on the four principles with the other four dressers, each making their way to their respective actor. Today she had been assigned specifically to Ben, so with his water bottle in hand she made a B-line toward him with the widest grin on her face. “Your water.” She smiled handing him the bottle.

“Thank god. I thought I was going to pass out soon.” Ben groaned, happily accepting the drink. As he took a sip, the actor noticed (Y/n)’s eyes flick from him to Joe standing behind him, watching him and his dresser with what appeared to be jealousy in her eyes. The Roger Taylor look alike turned very slightly to look as well, seeing Joe’s dresser fixing the collar on his shirt. “Someone looks to be a bit jealous. I’m not good enough for you then?” Ben chuckled noticing a heavy blush appear on the young costumer’s face.

“What? That’s crazy talk, of course I’m not jealous. Roger was always my favorite.” She smirked cheekily, turning her attention back to the blonde actor in front of her, proceeding to dab the sweat from his skin.

Ben rolled his eyes so hard, he thought they’d fall out of his skull. “Please I see the way you look at him. You fancy Joe, don’t you?” When she failed to answer, the actor chuckled softly. “I knew it. You like him.”

“Just because I didn’t say anything doesn’t mean that I have a thing for him.” (Y/n) said trying to avoid eye contact with Ben.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” Ben asked with a raised brow. He waited until she finally made eye contact with him. “Now tell me again that you don’t fancy him.” (Y/N) stared into Ben’s green irises for a few moments before looking down, knowing she couldn’t lie to him. “If you’re so smitten with him then why don’t you do anything about it? I’ve seen the way he looks at you when you’re not looking too. He’s interested.”

(Y/N) looked down, biting her lip before taking the water bottle from the English actor as the director was calling for places again. “It’s complicated Ben…don’t worry about it it’s just not meant to be.”  She turned to walk off the stage to join the other dressers when he grabbed her arm. “Please don’t say anything…”

“Your secret is safe with me.” Ben nodded thoughtfully. “Listen, the guys and I are all going out to a pub tonight. You and the other three dressers should come with us. It’ll be fun.” As she opened her mouth to speak, he gently interrupted. “And I won’t take no for an answer.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully. “Alright fine, we’ll be there.”

“Fantastic.” Ben smiled letting her go.

Joe, Rami, and Gwilym walked up to their friend with curiosity in their eyes. “Well? What’d she say?” Joe asked, voice quivering in anticipation.

“Let’s just say, upping your flirting game would be a good idea.” Ben chuckled. “Oh, and we’re all going to a pub with the costumer’s tonight.”

Joe felt utterly exhausted as he sat in the club Rami had chosen later that night. They had been there for about twenty minutes already and three of the Costumers had shown up already. He was sat at a table with Ben and Gwilym, one of the costumer’s clearly trying to hit on Ben, while the other two danced on the floor with their significant others with Rami and Lucy. The actor glanced down at his watch hoping that by looking at the time, she might magically appear sooner. If spending time with her outside of work wasn’t a possibility, Joe would’ve left long ago. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, half listening to the story that Gwilym was currently telling when he saw (Y/n), cladded in a leather jacket, red silky blouse, black jeans, and thigh highs, making her way across the club. He couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face, hoping the drink in his hand would be a proper excuse for why his face was slightly red with blush. “So, you finally decided to show up.” Joe teased playfully as she took one of the empty seats next to him.

“Well, this doesn’t happen naturally.” She giggled softly, gesturing to her outfit.

“Doll, you could show up in a paper bag and still look better than all the other women in this place.” Joe winked, smirking at the light blush he saw forming on her face.

“Please, now you’re just trying to make me feel better about myself.”

“Hey, I just call them like I see them.” Joe shrugged nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink, finally taking notice to her lack of one. “What are you drinking then? First round is on me.”

“Oh, I appreciate that really but…” She started as a man walked up behind her placing a drink down on the table in front of her.

“Here’s your drink (y/n/n).” The man said taking the last empty seat next to (y/n).

“Thanks babe.” She smiled swirling the straw before taking a sip.

“I’m sorry, who is this?” Joe asked with a raised brow, Ben and Gwilym both turning their attention to the new stranger at the table.

“Oh, uh, this is my boyfriend…Max.” She smiled sheepishly as Max possessively put an arm around her.

The actor, needless to say, was unhappy to find out that the girl he had been so smitten with was actually taken. No wonder Ben had said that she seemed hesitant to admit that she had feelings for him. Still, this was but a minor setback in his mind. Ben and Gwilym seemed to recognize this as well, as they did their best to distract the prick enough to allow Joe ample time to talk with (Y/n). Eventually they even managed to get him away from the table to allow Joe the opportunity to ask her to dance for a bit. “Look at you.” She laughed as Joe busted out his best moves in attempts to impress her. “They really chose the right guy to play Deaky, what with moves like that.” She laughed over the music.

He laughed. “That’s only because I’m actually trying.” He winked at her playfully. “No but seriously, it’s an honor to be compared to the great Disco Deaky.” The pair danced themselves into a hot sweat, each coming up with more ridiculous moves trying to outdo the other. Neither of the pair could remember the last time they had had so much fun, or felt this much at ease with someone else. As the songs went by, they slowly started getting closer and closer to one another, until they were pratically grinding on one another. The actor was slowly working up his courage to attempt to make a move on (Y/N), even if she rejected him, at least he couldn’t say he didn’t try. Joe found himself slowly starting to lean in, and happily, she was too. Their lips were only a few centimeters apart from one another when the worst possible thing that could happen at that moment actually happened.

“Hey, (Y/N/N) babe, I think we should take off.” Max interrupted her dancing with Joe.

“Huh? Why we’re having so much fun.” (Y/N) complained, clearly wanting to stay with her ‘Disco Deaky’. “Ow, Max…” She whimpered as he grabbed her roughly by the arm. Joe bit the inside of his lip in frustration and anger. The nerve of this guy to treat such a beautiful, kind young woman like this.

“I really think we should go…” He hissed in her ear.

(Y/n) bit the inside of her lip before turning back to her waiting friend. “I’m sorry Joe, but Max is feeling kind of tired, and we have an early call. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Sure thing.” Joe gave them both a tightlipped smile, narrowing his eyes at her boyfriend. “Get home safe, (Y/n). I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The girl nodded her goodbye to the actor before she was dragged off by her dickwad of a boyfriend. Joe sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets as he made his way back over to where Ben and Gwilym sat. He plopped himself down next to Ben with a heavy sigh. “Hey there you are, where’s (Y/n)?” Ben asked.

“We lost track of that prick of a boyfriend of hers a while ago, think he might’ve gone home.” Gwilym informed him.

“Oh, he went home alright, and he took (y/n) with him…” Joe groaned annoyed. “How is it the nice girls always end up with the wrong guys?”

“I’m sorry mate…” Ben sympathized with his friend.

“It doesn’t matter…” Joe sighed. “I’m going to head back to the hotel. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Ben and Gwilym mumbled their goodbyes watching as their disheartened friend walked away. Joe steadily climbed the stairs back to street level, the cool fall air brisk against his warm and slightly sweaty skin. The actor sighed, pulling out his phone to call himself an uber. He was halfway through typing out the address when he heard a small scuffle in the alley next to the club. With a raised brow, he slowly and cautiously rounded the corner. He saw a (h/c) haired woman, pressed up against the wall with a knife to her throat. It took all but two seconds for Joe to realize it was (Y/N). She looked absolutely terrified as the man threatened her. “HEY! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” Joe yelled at the man. The man jumped, dropping his knife before snatching (Y/N)’s handbag and running off into the night. Joe jogged down the alley to where (Y/N) stood quivering in fear. He placed one hand on her arm to steady her the other on her cheek. “(Y/N)? Doll, oh my god, are you okay?”

She was hyperventilating ever so slightly as she tried to calm her nerves. Joe looked up and down the alley way, finding absolutely no trace of Max anywhere. “I’m fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.” (Y/N) hurriedly spoke, more so trying to convince herself rather than Joe that she would move past this. She pushed her way past Joe going back onto the safety of the well-lit street. Joe followed closely behind, staying close in case she needed some support. (Y/N) paused suddenly, causing Joe to almost run into her as he rounded around to be in front of her. She placed her hands on her hips, swaying from side to side, taking deep breaths to try and steady herself. “It’s all fucking fine.”

Joe looked down at the girl before him with a concerned gaze. “Are you sure? What were you doing in that alley? Where the fuck is Max?!” Joe asked in rapid fire, feeling his blood begin to boil ever so slightly at the disappearance of (Y/N)’s boyfriend. Joe knew what was going to happen before she even opened her mouth as her breath began to quicken again. Her body shook ever so slightly, as she tried to compress the imminent sobs that were coming. “Oh doll, come here…” Joe cooed, walking forward to meet her before pulling her into a tight hug, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“He left me…!” (Y/N) whimpered, breathing heavily trying to combat the tears that were threatening to fall. “He left me…” She cried softly into the actor’s chest.

“But that’s not what I’m gonna do.” The actor placed a gentle kiss to the top of (y/n)’s head as he protectively pulled her even closer into his chest. With that gesture, she finally allowed the building tears to cascade from her eyes, before leaving their mark on his shirt. “I won’t leave you…”

There was a pause for a few moments between the pair as (Y/N) tried to compose herself a bit more. “Did you just quote Jurassic Park…?” She asked between sniffles looking up at him.

Joe rolled his eyes playfully. “Maybe I did. What’s it to you?” He chuckled softly as he kissed her forehead gently. “But I mean every word of it. I care about you too much, I’d never leave you when you need me most…how could I ever abandon someone so warm, so caring. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so sweet, willing to go miles out of their way to make someone smile if even for just a few minutes of their day like you do.” He paused a moment resting his head on top of hers. “I love working on this movie, don’t get me wrong, but I find myself getting to set early everyday just so I can talk to you. I try to catch glances at you when I think you can’t see me, and I know you do the same…I really like you (Y/N).” The actor smiled warmly at her, wiping away a few of her tears with his thumb. “And if you give me the chance, I’d love to prove to you that I can be so much better for you than that bastard who abandoned you.”

She sighed happily into his embrace, a small smile playing at her lips as she finally managed to calm down. She turned her (e/c) gaze up to meet his hazel one, the smile slowly returning to her eyes like he had come to love. “I’d like that…” She spoke just above a whisper. “So…uh does this make us more than friends then?”

“Oh, doll, we’re more than friends and you fucking know it.”

[officially-multi-fandom]

||Tangled Hearts|| two

Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader Tangled A.U.

warnings : none

taglist : @mazzell-ro // @aspiringsomeone // @ilikebigstucks // @somarsword // @lizgarxo // taglist is open!

word count : 1113 words

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Hiding was what he was good at.

All his life, he hid. He hid from the king’s nights, hid from problems, hid from people, family, emotions, himself.

And that’s what he was doing right now. Hiding behind a large rock waiting for the lady to get out of the tower.

She was standing in the threshold of the tower, talking to someone else inside, with a quite unnerving smile. He wondered how the person inside must have felt, talking to someone like that.

He couldn’t even stand the woman for a minute and he hadn’t even met her.

The lady took a step back from the door, locking it from the outside. Strange.

She looked around suspiciously, making Joe tense up nervously. Yes, he had run from many people but that didn’t make him fearless.

She made her way to where Joe had come from, quickly disappearing in the shadows.

Finally.

Quietly, Joe made his way to the door. It was wooden and looked to be jammed, yet he still tried to sneakily open the lock. He tried opening it, but soon realized that it was locked from the inside too.

Talk about paranoia.

He sighed. “Guess I’ll have to do this the old fashioned way, huh?” he said to himself.

Taking out two arrows from his satchel, he stabbed it into the holes in the old walls of the tower.

An old trick his brother taught him.

He didn’t like to dwell on the thoughts of his family.

With a lot of heavy breathing, grunting, and sweat, he finally made it to the window.

Struggling, he climbed into the room.

His eyes roamed around the walls filled with paintings, each one seeming to tell a story. It was a pretty spacious place, despite what he saw from the outside.

His eyes widened when he heard annoyed grunts coming from downstairs. There were shadows near the door. Someone was coming there.

Hide.

He quickly found himself in a closet, a small gap between the two doors so that he could see what was going on in the room.

“I mean, I can’t believe it! What does she expect me to do, huh? Am I not old enough to go to The Outside by myself? It cannot possibly be as bad as she’s making it out to be. Or am I the one being too curious? No, of course not, I mean of sure, too much curiosity is not good, but I haven’t even stepped Outside! Am I being that unreasonable?” she continued to ramble out.

Joe rolled his eyes. Whatever she was going on about, she needed to stop before he got a headache.

Sighing, the girl climbed onto her bed. “This is all my fault.” She whispered loud enough for it to be heard by Joe.

What the absolute heck is going on?

His legs hurt, that was for sure. He wanted to sit down after all the running and climbing he did. He wanted to eat.

His stomach grumbled at the thought of steaming food and cool water.

Unfortunately, this didn’t go unnoticed by the girl.

“Who’s there?” she said, climbing off her bed, making her way to where she thought the noise came from, quickly wiping her tears to make her seem braver.

His heart started beating faster. He backed into the cupboard. Bad idea.

His foot got stuck in something, causing it to make a rattling sound.

He was stuck.

This is how I die, isn’t it? Great. Killed, beaten by a girl. Weapon of choice? A broom. I didn’t even get to tell Ben how much I love his pies and I didn’t even-

He didn’t notice the girl steadily tip-toeing closer to the closet, a broom in her hand. Her heart was beating out of her chest, her eyes were wide, ears alert.

He was broken out of his thoughts with a loud shriek that he was sure even the King could hear.

They couldn’t move. Both of them were frozen in place, paralyzed.

He could hear her heart beating fast. Or was that his own?

Worst part is, he didn’t know why it was beating so fast. Was it because of her, or because of the situation? Sure, she was pretty in a way that he could never imagine her ever talking to him because of his financial position-

Stop.

“Wh-who are you?” she said.

Her voice sounded scared, like a lost kid on the verge of tears, even though her face was set hard, her jaw firm, trying to look braver.

“I-Im T-Tim?” he said.

“Are you asking me or telling me?” she said, sounding braer than the last time.

“Telling you.”

“And what are you here for, Tim?” she asked, raising her hand with he broom higher. “To steal?”

Oh, the irony.

“No.” he said, not sure what lie he should feed her to believe him.

“Then? Are you going to tell me or do I have to hit you?”

“Look lady-”

“(Y/N). That’s my name.”

He wondered if she was lying just like him or if that was her real name.

He sighed. “Look (Y/N), I stumbled across this gigantic tower when I wanted to steal some food and-”

“Why were you stealing food?”

“Because I don’t have money.”

“Wh-what’s money?” she asked.

He arched his brows. “You seriously don’t know what money is?”

“No. Now tell me what it is.”

“It’s what you use to buy things.”

“So that you can live?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

There was a small silence in the room. “So,” he said, drawling it out. “Do you have anything to eat?”

The clogs in her head moved, Joe could hear her thinking. “Did you come from The Outside?” she asked, looking him up and down.

“Um, yeah. Why are you referring to it as ‘The Outside’?” he asked.

“So if I give you food will you help me go there?” she asked, completely ignoring the boy’s question.

“Take you where? The Outside?” he cracked a small smile, trying to lighten the mood with some playful teasing.

“Yes.” She said, unbothered by his efforts.

Boy was she making this hard.

“I mean, if you want to, sure. I really don’t know why you’re making a big deal out of this though.” He said.

“I’m making a big deal out of this? A stranger, a possible thief, came into my room and hid in my closet, and I’m making a big deal out of this?”

He fell silent.

“that’s what I thought. I can make some soup only if you promise to take me outside.”

“I-I promise. Thank you, (Y/N)” he said genuinely.

Finally, the girl smiled softly. “You’re welcome, Tim.”

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thank you guys for being patient with us :)

~ izzy <3

[cupboardzllo]

being a babie with mazzello | hc

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

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

anyway, enjoy this hc!! ♡

•••

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

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

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

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

that was his effort to persuade you

of course you said yes

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

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

moving-in day

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

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

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

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

"Whose baby is staying here?."

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

too late

joe's dying on the floor

(((((bathroom floor))))

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

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

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

then ruffled your hair

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

you freezed

what's he going to say?!

joe took a moment before finishing his sentence

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

then he went out of the bathroom

leaving you

red

and possibly close to having a sheer heart attack

grocery shopping with joe

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

but at the same time you guys are hella hungry

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

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

joe will grab cooking ingredients and other products

like milk

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

anyways

Joe also grabs some chips

and snacks

then there's you grabbing baby snacks

gerber

happy baby

teethers cookies

all the good stuff

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

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

leaving mazzello

grinning

like that joe smile we all love

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

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

ugh i love him

dinner time with joe

joe's not actually the worst italian chef

but he does need constant guiding and sometimes can be sloppy

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

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

so while waiting for the food to cook

joe decided to play some music off of his phone

and guess what he played

nope

not queen songs

BABY SHARK

the first verse came and you were laughing out loud

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

joe is already bopping his head and throwing some dance moves

drop it like it's hoooooot-

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

so you joined him

AND YOU KNOW THE DANCE MOVES

yeah the clapping hands thingy

you guys were dancing so hard you both were sweating

Joe picked you up with his arms

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

you on top of him

and him under you

"....joe?"

for a moment you thought joe is going to kiss you

and he reached you cheek

DING!

the oven dings

joe shuffled and you quickly stood up

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

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

joe was also a blushing mess

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

then chased you into the kitchen

dinner went a bit awkward

because you both are dumb dorks

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

bedtime!!!!

Joe does have a guest room in his house

but he said that the room is currently unavailable

under the following reasons of

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

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

so you agreed to sleep with him

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

ehm okay moving on so

you changed into your pajama

and it has gudetama patterns

joe chuckled when he saw you after changing your clothes

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

you pull out your tongue playfully then joined him

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

joe then pulled you closer to him

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

you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder

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

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

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

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

he turned off the lights as careful as possible

he don't want his baby to wake up

he cuddled you closer and realized

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

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

because he can't wait to give you

his baby

more warmth every night :-)

[deaky-trash]

Goodbye For Now | Joe Mazzello x Reader

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x F!Reader

Word Count: 469

Warnings: Angst

“Joe, did you remember your charger?” Y/N asked as they were waiting for Joe’s flight to begin boarding. “Yes, Y/N,” he replied “Toothbrush? Hair brush? The shirt I got you for your birthday?” “Yes, yes, and you know I wouldn’t leave without it, baby.” Joe smiled and kissed her cheek, holding her hand tightly.

A duffel bag and suitcase were sat at their feet and Y/N wasn’t quite sure how to feel about him leaving for filming. Nearly a year and a half without Joe. None of his funny jokes and remarks, no funny pick up lines when she changed  her pajamas, nobody next to her in the bed. How would she handle such a long time without Joe? The problem was that she couldn’t handle not having her beloved Joseph around, and that was what was keeping her from letting him go.

“Joe, I know you have to film, but I wish you didn’t have to leave for so long. I’m going to miss you so much until I can visit,” Y/N sighed, intertwining their fingers together. Joe knew how she felt about him leaving, and Y/N somehow couldn’t see it in his eyes that he, too, was sad about having to leave for filming. “I know, but you’ll be able to visit in two weeks, baby. Just, be sure to take care of yourself without me, okay..”

Joe was suddenly cut off for the boarding call for his flight, and the two frowned, knowing this would be goodbye for now. She sniffled as you both stood up, hugging Joe tightly and trying not to let go. Y/N nearly burst out into tears when he hugged back, almost sobbing and letting out all of her emotions right then and there into his shoulder. 

Joe let go of the tight embrace and pressed a final quick, but loving and caring kiss to her lips, tears welling in his eyes. He grabbed his luggage and started to walk towards his gate, turning back to see Y/N still standing in the same spot. He waved and smiled softly at her as she returned the gesture, the two shouting “I love you!” towards each other.

They parted ways for now, and Y/N went back to the parking lot to get in the car and drove back to the house that would seem so empty and lonely without him. Without Joe, the house was never alive or animated. It seemed still and colorless. Y/N sat in the driver’s seat of the car and started crying, sobbing violently and gripping onto the steering wheel as if it would save her from the sea of sadness she was quickly drowning in. She could see Joe soon, but for now, it was just Y/N.

[deanscroissant]

Enemies with Benefits

Request:  Anon: (I know this is A LOT, and also a bit weird, so it's totally okay if you don't feel like writing it) Being enemies with benefits with Joe, but secretly loving each other... then he finds out your feelings and keeps teasing you and making you jealous to make you admit them... so you have a fight, but then you talk it out and finally get together

Parings: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word Count: she’s lengthy (3,182)

Warnings: Asshole Joe, angst, fluff, a dash of smut, implied smut. Also, don’t ever get with a dude like this. This is purely fiction. 

Beta’d by: @beesonestopcurioshop​ (thank you so so much 😭💛)

A/N: Soooo this request was from waaay back in October, along with two other posts. This is why I can’t do requests because I’m too much of a perfectionist. If you remembered requesting this please message me so I know you’re still around. 💀 But anyway, hope you all enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated! 💕

Tags: @mrsmazzello @seven-seas-of-ham-on-rhye​ @joemazzelloisboredandsoami​ @pastelhybristophiliac​

gif credit: @esmeralda​

“Your stroke game was weak.” You said bluntly to Joe while panting as he collapses onto the bed next to you from throwing his condom away.

“Oh, fuck off.” He replies back with an eye roll, knowing that you were lying. “You weren’t saying that yesterday when you were begging me to make you cum.”

“Because I had work and I didn’t have the time for teasing!” You jolted out of bed frustrated to put back on your clothes. “And, plus, that was yesterday. Today’s a brand new day with countless disappointments!”

“Well, at least I was satisfied.” He smirked as he watched you get dressed, loving the fact that you were ticked off. 

“Of course. All you think about is yourself.” You were looking around to find your phone when you didn’t see it on Joe’s nightstand. “Where’s my phone?”

“You left it downstairs.” Joe yawns. “Wow, you wore me out... and not in a good way.”

You rolled your eyes as you slipped on your pumps, “You wore yourself out.” You stood from the bed to slip your coat on. From the corner of your eye, you could see Joe watching your every move.

Honestly, you wanted to jump back into bed with him. But you’re not going to let him know that. Instead, you put on a look of exasperation to hide what you’ve felt for the ginger man since you’ve met him. 

“What, puny?” you say with a hand on your hip. 

“Nothing.” He scoffs before sitting up from the bed, also covering up what he’s been really feeling about you. 

You roll your eyes, “Same time Thursday?”

Joe shakes his head while crossing his arms, “Can’t. I’m meeting someone.”

“What do you mean ‘someone’? That’s against the rules!” 

“How would you know if it's a girl or not? As I said, I’m meeting with someone. It’s really none of your business.” He says bluntly, making your stomach drop hearing him say that. 

Deep down you were jealous. Whenever Joe was going out with someone, who he never mentions their name, you’d get extremely jealous and guilty. You never knew if he was sleeping around with other people, but he says he isn’t.

Sometimes you can’t believe everything he tells you because he’s always lying to you. You don’t even know why it was such a good idea to have this friend with benefits thing going on between you two. 

You’ve known Joe for a few years from working in the same company together back in your college days. You both hated each other the minute you met. He was always competitive but you were the total opposite of him. You were so glad that you didn’t have to deal with him or see him ever again after you graduated.

After almost fifteen years of not seeing his annoying ass, the asshole finds you on Tinder of all places. It was odd seeing him on there, and it pissed you off that he found you. You figured if you acted like he didn’t exist it would help, but to your luck, you ended up seeing him days later in a grocery store… of all places.

For some reason, you couldn’t get away from this guy no matter what you did or how hard you tried. You’d actually give him a chance if he wasn’t so bad. Back in college, he was good looking, but now he looks sexy as hell. 

He wanted to catch up so you invited him to your apartment later that day around seven. The conversations you were having we're going well. He told you about being a well-known actor, which didn’t surprise you because you knew he had the talent when he did Jurassic Park. But then the asshole started bringing up old shit that pissed you off.

You fired back at him about himself, which made him pissed as well. You both were going back and forth arguing until Joe just kissed you. 

Of course, you were taken aback, but you both knew the sexual tension was there for a while. One thing led to another, and the next morning he was gone. He did send you a text message saying how awful last night's activities were just to hide the fact that he actually enjoyed spending time with you, and wanted to meet up again. 

You told him to fuck off and to not speak to you ever again and blocked his number. 

Fast forward a month later and Joe shows up on your doorstep. He was a little drunk and before you cursed at him he pleaded that he needed someone to talk to. The kind person that you are, you let him in and you two went into your kitchen, going to your fridge to grab two water bottles. You handed him one and sat next to him to listen to whatever he needed to get out in the open. 

He flat out told you that he was lonely and wanted a friend with benefits thing going on between you two. You looked at him like he was crazy. “Are you off your meds? Why the hell would I want that with you? First off, what possessed you to think that?”

“Well,” he sighed. “I actually enjoyed sleeping with you, surprisingly.”

As Joe took a sip of his water your mind began racing. ‘Did he confess that he actually likes being around me? Is he gonna say that he likes me?’ The thoughts ran through your mind, but you were interrupted by Joe’s laugh. He almost spat out his water when he looked over at you. “Damn, don’t think too much about it. I just enjoyed the sex.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever. I actually liked it as well. But what makes you think I could trust you?”

“Well, we’ve known each other for a long time...and I can prove it to you that I’ll follow the rules. I mean come on, when have I ever broken the rules while competing with you?” He gives you a knowing smirk. 

It was true, admittingly. You guys competed at almost everything together which you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. But Joe knew your weaknesses and strongest points about you. If he really disliked you he wouldn’t be sitting here in your kitchen and made you his worst enemy possible by now. You’ve seen Joe ruined a few people’s lives before, so it’s weird to think that he didn’t destroy yours...yet.

“Give me tomorrow to figure out what I want to do,” you said while screwing the top back on your bottle. 

“I want an answer now, y/n,” he says sternly. 

“I said what I said, Joe,” you said back in the same tone with your arms crossed. 

“And I said what I said.”

You let out a huff. “I’m not letting you win this.”

Joe gives you a wide smile with a small chuckle, “You know better than to go back and forth with me of all people.”

“Well, I don’t know yet, Joe. I need some time to think over some things.”

“To think over what? We’re just hate fucking, basically!”

“Yeah well, how do I know if you’re clean or not? Are you sure you’re not seeing anyone just to get back at them for who knows what?” 

“Oh honey,” he cooed with an evil smirk, knowing what he’ll say would tick you off. “I didn’t know you wanna go raw. So kinky.”

“Over. My. Dead. Body.” you grunted.

“You and I both know that’s not true.” He got a little closer to where his alcohol-smell breath fanned your face. Your heart picked up a little bit more speed as he scanned your face, then stared at your lips while licking and biting his. Gosh, you actually wanted to kiss him right then and there. The tension in the air had become heavy, and Joe knew what he was doing was going to convince you to give him his answer at this moment. 

“If...if I say yes, would you stop eye-fucking me because it’s making me uncomfortable.” you lied. 

“Oh sorry. I forgot you’re not used to that,” he said with a proud smile at his joke, which made you heated. 

“I’ll do it, now get out!” you shouted while pointing towards the door. Joe laughed and happily jumped from his seat, saying his goodbyes and telling you that he’ll call you for more details. 

And here you two were five months into it. The same days, the same routine. Joe almost made you late once for work and you let him have it the next time you saw him. He knew that one thing you don’t play about is your job and it meant the world to you. Shockingly enough Joe respected it and ever since you’ve always been on time. 

But right now you don’t know if you wanted to risk it. It would bother you all day if you didn’t know who Joe was going to see. You weren’t in a relationship with him so why did it matter? Maybe because you think you’re really into him...or maybe because you’re always staring at him, or you’re always thinking about him and you genuinely want the guy to be happy. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Joe waved a hand in your face. He was already dressed and a look of concern was on his face. “Are you good? You’ve been zoned out for a while.”

“I’m...I’m fine.” you started to pick up your clothes off the floor, “Just let me know when you want me to come over.”

Joe stares at you for a minute as you rush around your room. You trusted Joe enough by now to let himself out and to come in whenever. But before he left he couldn’t help but think that something is quite off about you. Well, he always thought there was something off about you, but it rubbed him off the wrong way the way you zoned out just now. On Thursday he really wasn't going to meet anyone. He was going out to buy some stuff to set up a dinner date in his house for you and him. Until then, he’ll want to know what that was all about, so he’ll make sure to drain every piece of information from you.

*Thursday*

It was around six o’clock when you’d got home from work. Once you got out of your clothes to whine down for the day, you get a text from Joe saying, ‘Come over. Now.’

You let out an annoyed groan. You honestly didn’t feel like having sex tonight. When the other wouldn’t feel like doing so, we’ll respect it. But when Joe sent back a ‘You have to. It’s important.’, it made your ears perk. He never sent anything like that to you which was concerning. 

“So much for binge-watching Tiger King the rest of the night,” you say aloud before getting up and rush to go get ready. 

When you get to his place you pull out the key that he gave you to open the door. When you walked in you were welcomed with the aroma of freshly baked bread and garlic. The lights in his house were dimmed, and the door to the dining room was illuminated by firelight. Scrunching your face you quickly walked into the room. What you saw made you let out an audible gasp. 

Joe was sitting at the table that was full of food smirking. There were two lit candles sitting in the middle of it, and an ice bucket with wine sitting to his left. You were getting ready to speak, but Joe cut you off, “There’s this girl that I’ve known for more than a decade. When I first laid eyes on her she gave me this feeling that I’ve never felt before. Getting to know her was the fun part because I found out that we had almost everything in common. But it was hard trying to express my feelings to her, which resorted to me being vile towards her.”

Joe got up and walked to you with his hands in his pockets while looking down, trying to find the right words. “She acted the same towards me, which,” He looks up at you with a shrug. “was expected.” 

He stops and stares at you, a small smile forming on his lips. “After parting ways when we graduated I thought I would never see her again. All these years I tried to find her. She didn’t have Facebook or Twitter or any type of social media. She probably did but used a pseudonym for them.” he lightly chuckled. “But when I found her I felt like I had found my other half that I lost. We’ve been seeing each other for months and I have yet to tell her my feelings. Do you think it’s too late to tell her?” 

The rhetoric question flew over your head when you spoke, “Are you talking about me?” you stammered while pointing to yourself. Joe rolled his eyes, “No, I’m talking about Ke$ha.”

You stood there shocked. Here he was confessing his love to you and you couldn’t find the words to confess yours. “Joe...oh Joe, this is so overwhelming.”

“What’s so overwhelming about it?” he asked, confused. 

“Joe, you don’t want me. I think you’re getting too comfortable.” you crossed your arms and looked down at your shoes. “So you broke the rules.”

You couldn’t tell Joe how you felt because you think he was lying to you. There was no way in heck that he loved you because in your book actions speak louder than words, and his actions confirmed that he’s playing a trick on you. He’s probably doing this because he wants to remind you that no one would ever do anything like this for you. 

Joe’s heart broke at what you said. “Y/n, what are you talking about? I don’t want you? Look at all this food I cooked from scratch! I spent almost four hours busting my ass to cook this lovely meal for you, and finally confessing how I felt about you. And you think all of this came from the sex?”

“Well, Joe, I can’t take you seriously, alright? The text that you sent me earlier was the only time out of however many years I’ve known you that I took you seriously.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” you retorted. “I don’t know if you’re doing this to crush my self-esteem, even more, to get a kick out of it later.”

Joe looks at you stunned. “That’s what you really think of me?”

“You’ve portrayed the asshole persona for all of the years I’ve known you so no shit, Sherlock!” 

“Well, for now on I will never put you down. I’ll never act like an asshole to you ever again because I’m in love with you!”

“Shut up! You sound ridiculous. I’m leaving!” you get ready to turn to leave when Joe grabs your arm. 

“It’s the truth, dammit! I’ve never wanted to be with someone so badly in my life. Out of all the girls I’ve been with they don’t compare to you, y/n. I’m telling you, you’re it for me. I can’t let you leave me. Not again. I don’t know how I’ll act if you walk out that door and never speak to me again.”

At this point, you were in tears. You were conflicted at his words, yourself. You didn’t know what to think. “Joe, I don’t know.”

“Let me prove it to you.” he moves his hands down to yours and holds them. 

“You always say that,” you said while wiping your face. 

“But I do it, don’t I?”

“I just...I just don’t get it. All these years—the way you treated me…”

“I wasn’t the only bad guy here. We both were assholes to each other,” he said with a sad smile. 

“But you made me act like an asshole. Like you said earlier, you acted vile to me which led me to retaliate.” you look up at him and he sighs, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. 

“I know. I understand if you don’t want to be with me, but I want you to know that I truly love you and I want this relationship to work.” He lifts your chin up with his finger for you to look him back in the eyes. He wants you to see his pleading eyes, to know that he means everything he’s saying. “I promise you from this day forward that I won’t be a dick to you. I want you in my life, y/n.”

You were crying again and Joe cupped your face and wiped your tears with his thumbs. You close your eyes and sigh heavily. “Joey…” you said softly, which shocked both of you but you both didn’t show it. It felt right when you said it and Joe’s heart felt like it was melting. He wants to hear you call him that for the rest of his life. 

“Yes?” he said and smiled softly. 

“I um…” you couldn’t find the words, so you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him. It definitely wasn’t like any of the other kisses you had with him, but it felt like it was your first time kissing him. It was a kiss that you both longed for and you finally broke the seal. The warmth courses through your veins that heats up your body. You felt like you were floating.

When you pulled away Joe slowly opened his eyes and his lips formed into a big, genuine smile. It made your heart flutter and you smiled back at him shyly. “So is that a yes?” he asked while wrapping his arms around you to pull you close to him. 

You rolled your eyes but let out a laugh. “Of course, stupid. Do you think we should eat now before the food gets cold?”

“Oh! Right.” he laughs before pulling your chair out for you, to which you thanked him. You watched as he grabbed the wine bottle from the ice bucket and poured both of you a glass of wine. 

After you toast and began your meal, Joe had to ask you an important question. “What’s that?” you asked before eating a forkful of mashed potatoes. 

“That day when I asked you if you were okay because you had zoned out, what were you thinking about?” 

Your face flushed at his question. “Do you really want to know?” 

He nods while smiling, waiting for you to answer. As you explained to him what you were thinking the other day you could see how your words were affecting him. It was something that made you realize that you want to speak these loving words to him for the rest of your life. He was meant to be in your life for a reason and you couldn’t imagine avoiding him anymore. 

[mistymazzello]

Cruel Summer | part ii

high school!joe mazzello x reader

summary- they used to be best friends, but now that y/n has a boyfriend (that everyone hates), joe and y/n can’t seem to come to terms with their feelings, but it’s no secret to anyone how they truly feel.

warnings- cussing and fighting. AGAIN. lmfao.

word count- 2.7k

based off of cruel summer by taylor swift

No one knew how Rami’s house became the regular place to hang out at, but it happened. Maybe it’s because Rami’s house is the biggest, or his retired parents are always on vacation, or because he has a huge kitchen and it's easier to force Gwilym to cook everyone food when there’s a nice kitchen to work with. Either way, everyone loved it. 

So there you all sat, Ben laying on Rami’s bed next to Gwil, Lucy sitting on the floor at the bottom of the bed with Rami’s head in her lap, Joe sprawled out in the middle of the floor and you in the chair at Rami’s desk. 

Everyone seemed content. And you loved it. 

“So are we going on a senior trip or not?” Ben asked.

“Ben nobody has the money for that. Not even you.” Joe said, not looking up from his phone.

“But it’d be so fun!” He pleaded.

“Benjamin I have $16 to my name” Joe stated.

Their banter continued until your phone rang. It was plugged into a charger next to Joe’s head, and he ignored the ringtone blasting in his ear.

“Joe.” you said. No response.

“Joe. Can you hand me my phone?”

He turned his head towards you and smirked. “Hmmm.” he pretended to think “when’s the last time you did something nice for me?”

“Oh my god” you groaned.

He grabbed your phone from the charger and involuntarily saw who was calling you. It was Carter. He looked at the phone, then at you, then back at the phone.

“Who would’ve guessed it. We can’t seem to get away from him, huh.” He handed you the phone.

Too much time had passed and the phone stopped ringing just as it touched your hand. Your finger hovered over the “call back” button, but you stopped yourself. You were with your friends.

Carter could wait. You set your phone on the desk and quickly looked at Joe, who was looking at you with a look that was soaked in jealousy. But you couldn’t tell that. You thought he just looked a little upset.

You zoned out for a minute as you studied the way Joe looked. He stared down at his phone, his ears a bit red and his eyebrows still knit together. He looked sad. Or embarrassed. Or annoyed. You couldn’t tell.

Your phone began to ring again. You looked at it, and thought for a few moments. Everyone watched you as you reached over and turned your phone off. You turned back to them and all eyes were on you.

“You’re not gonna answer?” Rami asked.

“No. He can wait.”

“Wow!” Joe shouted, once again drawing attention to himself. “That’s a first!”

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your phone. Carter had texted you 11 times.

Where are you, baby? 

I literally told you I was gonna call you tonight. Pick up.

Who the fuck are you with?

I hope you’re not with Ben right now.

Pick up the fucking phone.

God, I can’t believe you.

First, you lie to me about being around Ben. Now you don’t even bother lying anymore.

Have fun with your new boyfriend, Y/N.

I don’t understand why you treat me this way.

Oh so you are with Ben. I see your car at Rami’s.

You’re gonna fucking regret this.

Your face grew red as you quickly read through the texts. Fear flashed through you while reading the last one. That’s when you heard pounding on the front door.

“What the fuck?” Rami laughed. “It’s 12:30, who the fuck is here?”

You wanted to speak up, you knew exactly who it was. Rami stood up and walked out of the room, you’re heartbeat increasing every second.

Rami opened the door and saw Carter, who looked unusually mad for someone who is mad all of the time.

“...Hey?” Rami said.

“Is Y/N here?” Carter asked, stepping past Rami and coming into the house.

“Come on in.” Rami said sarcastically under his breath as Carter walked past him.

“Look, dude, I see her car in her driveway. I know she’s here. She just isn’t answering my calls and I’m worried about her. Where is she?” he said, putting on his best act.

You walked down the steps and saw Carter standing in Rami’s living room.

“Carter, why are you here?” You asked, reaching the bottom of the stairs.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Carter shouted.

“What?”

“I called you and I texted you and I knew you were here with your fucking side piece Ben!”

“Woah, ok, calm down” You pleaded.

Upstairs in Rami’s room, Lucy had already fled out the doorway and down the steps, wanting to see why there was yelling.

Ben heard his name and heard Carter’s voice and he sighed, standing up and walked down the steps. He came down stairs and Carter saw him.

“Oh, well there he fucking is!” Carter taunted.

“Carter, stop” You said sternly. Now you were embarrassed. “You’re acting crazy. Ben’s my friend and I’m allowed to be around him.”

“Yeah, dude, there’s nothing going on between me and her. I literally just drove her to school. Do you know how fucking insane you sound right now?”

“I have the right to get upset if my girlfriend is lying to me!”

Joe sat still on the floor of Rami’s room after everyone else had gone downstairs. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and shook his head to himself. It hurt him so badly to see you like this. He hated the way you were treated and he hated seeing you so drained all of the time. You weren’t you anymore. And it pissed him off. You keep inconveniencing everyone around you and you didn’t give a fuck. But when he heard Carter yell at you, it made him mad. It made him so mad that you would put yourself through this. That you would put everyone else through this.

He didn’t plan on going down stairs, because he didn’t want to help you. But when he heard your voice start to shake and he heard Carter call you a slut, he couldn’t help himself.

“You don’t fucking own her, Carter.” he said as he stepped into the living room.

Everyone stopped, and you turned around and looked at him. 

“Joe, stop.” You said.

“No, Y/N, you stop.” He walked over to you.

“You don’t know shit about this situation, Joe.” Carter said.

“I know enough to understand that you’re a piece of fucking shit.” Joe spat. “You don’t own her.” He repeated.

“Hey, fuck off.” Carter said, pushing past you and walking up to Joe.

“You treat her like shit, Carter. You don’t care about her and you never have. You’re ruining her and you know it.” Joe said in Carter's face.

“Joe, stop it.” You said.

“No. How are you so blind, Y/N? You’re a great fucking person. Like the best” His voice began to break and tears welled in his eyes. He hit his breaking point. “You’re ruining yourself for someone like him.” He gestured to Carter.

Carter laughed at Joe. “Well if she is ‘such a great person’” he mocked, “then she wouldn’t be such a bitch to me and be so sneaky all of the time.” 

“Listen to yourself right now, Carter, you’re calling her a bitch while you’re pissed off about something that’s not even happening. You’re insane. Get some fucking help.”

Carter pushed Joe’s shoulders and Joe immediately pushed him back. Ben grabbed Joe and pulled him back and you grabbed the back of Carter’s shirt and held onto it.

Carter turned around and slapped your hand off of him and held onto your arm, then pushed you away from him.

“Carter please.” You cried as he walked out of the house. When he slammed the front door, you put your hands over your eyes and began to cry. 

Ben followed Carter outside and you heard more yelling, but you didn’t care.

You continued to sob until Gwil wrapped an arm around your shoulder, inviting you to cry to him.

You laid against his chest and cried as he kept a single arm around you. “You’re alright. Let it out” He said.

You pulled away and walked past him, not bothering to say thank you. Joe was still standing in the living room, his hand on his head as he said something to Rami. You grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to face you.

You crossed your arms over your chest and sniffed. “Do you really think that?” You asked softly, your voice still shaky. “You know, do you really think I’m blind, or whatever?”

He looked at you and took a breath in. “Yeah.” he nodded. “You were a different person before you started dating Carter.”

“So were you.” You said.

You haven't felt this guilty about something in a while. You apologized a million times to everyone, but they continued to tell you that it was ok.

“It’s not your fault.” Lucy said with her hands on your shoulders.

You didn’t care. If it wasn’t for you, this wouldn’t have happened. You wouldn’t have ruined all of your friends' nights. You all stayed in the living room, Rami turning on the tv to ease the tension, but everyone was still a little shaken up and uncomfortable. Eventually everyone started to trickle out one by one. You decided you probably weren’t wanted, so you stood up to leave.

Rami hugged you and picked you up off your feet, earning a small laugh from you. You noticed Joe was the only one left. You kinda felt like you owed him something for the way he defended you.

“Joe, um, do you need a ride home?” You asked.

He looked up from the TV, not fully registering what you said. Joe didn’t have a license, and he knew he’d have to walk a few blocks home if he didn’t say yes. And for a glimpse of a second, he wanted to. It was the same thing that came over him the night he texted you. He wanted to go with you. 

“Um, yeah.” he said, confused by his own answer. 

For a few glorious minutes, it was like old times again. You were laughing together as you drove and you could hardly remember why you ever started hating Joe. For the first time in a long time, you had your best friend back. You felt at home.

You pulled into his driveway and you both knew you had to talk about what happened earlier. Maybe it was the incredible feeling of having his best friend back for a few minutes that he wanted to cling onto, but neither of you quite knew why he asked you if you wanted to come inside.

“I think we just… need to talk.” He said. 

“I don’t know, Joe, it’s 1 in the morning.”

“And?”

“Won’t your parents like… get mad?”

“Y/N. My parents love you. And me and you both know they’re definitely still awake right now.” Joe stated.

You looked at him with a tilted head and slowly began to unbuckle your seatbelt.

There is no possible way to explain the feeling of relief you got when you walked into the Mazzello’s household. The familiar, specific smell made you sigh and you noticed that all of the lights in the house were still on. You didn’t realize how much you had missed Joe’s house until now, and you didn’t want to let go of the feeling it gave you.

“Joe? Is that you?” You heard his mom call from the kitchen as you took your shoes off in the front hallway.

She walked to the doorway and her eyes lit up when she saw you. “Y/N? Sweetheart, Hi! How are you?”

She walked up to you and hugged you and you practically collapsed in her arms. Again, a feeling you didn’t know you missed until just now.

“I haven’t seen you in forever! What a pleasant surprise!” She said, her smile never leaving her face.

“Yeah, um, we’re just going up stairs.” Joe said.

“Ok!” She chirped, turning around, “Call me if you need anything!”

You walked up the steps, Joe following behind you. You walked into his room like you had a million times before and laid on his bed. He shut the door behind him and jumped onto the bed next to you. 

“I missed your mom.” You said softly. 

“I think it’s safe to say she missed you too.” He laughed a little.

It was silent for a moment as you laid side by side, facing each other.

“I missed you too.” He said.

“I’ve been here the whole time.” You said.

“I miss this you. The real you.”

“I’m sorry you had to fight with Carter. I didn’t mean to make a scene like that.” You said, breaking eye contact.

“It wasn’t your fault. Carter’s just a jerk.”

“No, he isn’t. He’s just possessive.” You said.

“No, Y/N, he treats you so badly.” Joe said.

You were silent, searching Joe’s eyes for how he felt. You couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Why’d we stop being like this? Like best friends? It feels so nice to act this way again.” You said after a few moments.

“Because you started acting differently. And it made me act differently. And I don’t like Carter and you do.” He said.

You sighed. “I never meant to act differently, Joe.”

He shook his head slightly. “I know.”

You were still for a moment, so quiet you could hear each other breathing and you could hear Joe’s parents laughing down stairs. Joe reached out and grabbed your hand, never breaking eye contact with you.

You squeezed his hand lightly and he did it back. You saw his eyes trail down from your eyes to your lips and then back up. You saw him slowly start to lean in, and you did nothing to stop it.

As slow as humanly possible, Joe connected his lips with yours, and for a few seconds, everything made sense. He kissed you slowly, never taking his hand away from yours. You felt okay for the first time in a long time. 

But then you thought of Carter. Of how you had a boyfriend and how he had just called you a cheating slut and you denied it with everything in you. You felt like a hypocrite, you felt like you had become what you just swore you wouldn’t be. Realization slapped you across the face and you pulled away.

“Joe.” you groaned.

He looked at you knowingly, a hurt look in his eyes.

“Joe, I can’t.”

You pulled your hand away from his and sat up.

“Why not?” He sat up next to you.

“Because Joe!” You shouted “I have a boyfriend and you’re supposed to be my best friend!”

“You can’t be fucking serious, Y/N.” He said.

You stood up. “I am serious, Joe. I have a boyfriend and you know that.”

“Fine! If you want to stay with Carter then be my fucking guest! But just know I’m done fucking defending you!”

Everything was silent again as you looked at eachother. “I’m sorry I did that, Y/N. I don’t know what I thought.”

“Yeah me either.” You said. “Goodbye, Joe.”

He didn’t respond as you walked out of his room and practically ran down the steps. 

You made it to the front door without crying, but your vision was beginning to cloud with tears.

“Y/N? Are you leaving?” Joe’s mom said as you opened the front door.

“Um… Yeah. It was nice seeing you again.” You said, not giving her a chance to respond before you shut the door behind you and ran to your car.

You began to cry as you turned the car on and pulled out of the driveway. You could still smell Joe’s cologne in your car and it wrenched your heart.

When you got home, you heard your phone buzzing but you didn’t care, you couldn’t care. You threw it on the ground and climbed into bed, desperately trying to contemplate the repressed feelings that had just come to surface.

All along you had denied it, and now, at the worst possible time, it hit you in the face. 

You loved Joe.

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taglist- @seven-seas-of-ham-on-rhye @briarrose26

[goldenmazzello]

Never gonna love again.

Everything started when you met Joe on set of Bohemian Rhapsody in London, working as a makeup artist.

You were friends from day one.

Joe would always be joking around with you. You both were a crazy duo that made everyone chortle.

You had so much in common. You loved the same music, movies and food.

You were used to having long conversations in the morning while you were doing his makeup and drinking coffee.

Or when you had lunch during a break.

Two months into shooting the movie, you started to develope a crush on him.

At first, you tried to forget about it, since you wanted to keep everything very professional, but it was unlikely to happen.

You cannot choose when or when not to fall in love.

You remembered details about him that others didn't. And you were embarrassed because you couldn't hide it.

You would listen intently to him, even if it wasn't important.

You smiled at him a lot, often with a big goofy grin.

You fell deeply in love with Joe and the very first person to find out about your feelings was Rami.

You didn't tell him but he noticed it. It was obvious. The way you looked at him not only while you were getting him ready for his day at work but also when you were having lunch, the way you always seemed to be around him.

You begged Rami not to tell Joe about this and he agreed, saying he woud try to find out if he felt something for you.

You started to have high hopes when you heard Joe in between takes telling Gwilym he would ask "her" to go out next friday. You were sure he was talking about you and you were desperate for his question.

" I'm going to ask her to go on a date next friday after work, what do you think?"

You were kind of surprised because Joe could have waited for you to be out of earshot before saying anything.

"It's amazing Joe, I hope she says yes!"

Of course you were going to say yes.

Days went by and you were still waiting for Joe's question. You daydreamed about taking the friendship to the next level.

You started to give him signs so he could see you paid attention to every little detail.

You knew how he took his coffee, what he usually ate for lunch and his favorite songs by heart. The signs you were giving out were like a blinking neon light, but nothing seem to happen.

You thought he might forgot about it.

But he didn't.

It was thursday when the four boys were getting ready with you and your assistants when Ben spoke.

"So you have plans for tomorrow." He turned his face to see Joe, who was adjusting on his broccoli wig.

"Yeah."

"Did Grace say yes?!"

Grace.

So Joe shared your feelings, but for someone else.

She was the costume assistant of the movie and of course she would spend a lot of time with the cast too, with such luxurious outfits.

You were doing Rami's makeup when you heard her name leaving Joe's lips. You felt your heart dropped and Rami noticed. He could see it in your eyes.

He looked at you with compassion and as soon as you finished with him, you left the trailer.

Since that day, your mood changed. You were always with a big bright smile that could light the whole town, but it hasn't been seen in a while.

As much as you wanted to forget about everything and feel better, you couldn't.

Joe and Grace went on more dates.

You felt broken and the worst thing was you had to face him everyday. It was your work.

He could notice you weren't doing ok, but you avoided his questions.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, I'm jus stressed." You said, emotionless.

Everytime you saw them together, you wish you were her.

You really wish you could be her.

You felt like a sixteen-year-old girl, with these crazy thoughts, but you wanted to be her.

You wanted her long blond hair, her precious smile and her perfume.

Maybe then, you thought, he'd like you more.

And you would be good enough for him.

You tried so hard to be everything that he liked.

But nothing seemed to work.

You felt he had found someonе more exciting than you.

You didn't get peace when you thought about her, you even imagined being in her place.

You were so blinded that you thought you really had to change for him.

You were like the song said, Losing my religion.

One day you were found crying in the bathroom by Lucy.

She was worried so she called Rami and they both tried to calm you.

"I've never felt this way before."

It was like your first teenage love, but in your late 20s.

"I'm so sorry sweetie, I really mean it." Lucy held your hand while talking. "I'm sure you'll find someone who would feel the same."

"I thought he was into you...but I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry too." Rami said with a sad expression on his face. He was one of the sweetest actors you've ever worked with and now, he was a friend.

They were all your friends.

But you didn't want Joe to be your friend.

You never wanted to trade places so bad in your life and be his partner.

He broke more than your heart. But it really wasn't his fault.

You took a deep breath and said. "I'm never gonna love again."