#joe mazzello/reader

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi

could you please do a BoRhap request? Where she looks after the guys during recording since her family owns Rockfield Farm and they love her cooking? But the guys (minus Fred who has Mary) all fancy her too?

❤️

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

Pairings: John + Roger + Brian x Fem!reader Summary: ^^ Warnings: none, I don't think Note: I did my best guys, I'm sorry

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

you opened the door to see a blonde with long hair with sunglasses on

he was wearing dark, slightly flared jeans, a yellow v neck shirt underneath a greeny grey jacket with fur

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

he pushed the blonde out of the way and held out his hand

"hi, I'm paul, this is Roger, From Queen" he introduced

of course you knew Queen was coming to your family's farm, it wasn't like you didn't know who they were and wouldn't let them in, it's just that you felt Rogers gaze planted on you and it made you feel a little nervous

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

"yes, of course, come in, are the rest here too?" you asked, stepping out of the way to let them in

"they're sorting out their luggage" Roger answered, taking off his glasses

"well, I made breakfast..if you're hungry?" you smiled tightly

"depends what you're serving" Roger smirked and looked you up and down

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

he followed you to the kitchen and he took a seat, shovelling food onto the plate in front of him and started eating

a few minutes later Roger had finished his plate and went back for seconds

"ah there you are Freddie" Paul spoke up, noticing the other three band members by the door

"we're also here mate" the tall, long curly haired brunette said, seeming annoyed by Paul's presence

"should I show you boys to your rooms?" you wondered, breaking the silence that filled the room

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

"didn't know the farm came with a pretty lady" the curly Brunette smiled

"oh I'm Y/n. this is my Family's Farm. I live in the building beside this one, I'm just here to show you around"

"are those pancakes for us?" the auburn haired one said

"oh, yes! you can have as many as you want" you pointed to the mountain of pancakes you had made on the counter

"they are delicious" Roger said with a mouthful of food

"well I'm Brian, This is Fred and John and I see you've already met Rog"

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

"well I'll show you your rooms then" you said taking off your apron and leading them upstairs

"it's probably not what you're used to but your manager said it was perfect to get away from distractions so" you shrugged

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

"you're in here. mister Taylor" you looked to the first door

"right" he grunted, walking into the room with his heavy luggage

"and that's yours, Mister Mercury" you pointed to the room in the corner to the left

"thank you darling"

"Mister May, yours is right here" pointing to the right side next to the bathroom

Brian walked into the room and you noticed John still standing on the top of the stairs

"oh, sorry. mister Deacon, you're downstairs" he walks back down the stairs and you lead him down to the room.

"I know it's small but it doesn't get nearly as cold as the other rooms" you informed him

"okay..." he frowns as he steps down

"well I'll let you get settled then, i'll show you and the band around when you're ready" you smiled, starting to go up the stairs

"are there still pancakes?" he asked, putting his luggage down on the bed

"oh yeah, they'd probably still be warm too" you answered

he soon started following you up the stairs to the kitchen to find all the other members of the band eating the pancakes

"Rog really didn't lie, these pancakes are delicious" Brian hummed

"we need more syrup" Roger lifted up the empty bottle of maple syrup

"oh..ok" you walked over to the fridge as John took a seat and started eating the food

"here you go" you grinned, putting the syrup on the table in front of them

-

it's been a few days since they've arrived and much to your surprise, you've seen more of them then you expected

you didn't think you would see much of them, you thought thy would be very busy and you didn't have a problem with that

but Roger, Brian and John all seemed to want you around them

Roger would casually flirt with you

Brian would always start up a conversation or make you help with with a lyric

and John would subtly make eye contact and smile before coming up to you to ask for suggestions

and they would all ask if you could cook them up something when they got hungry and said they liked your cooking, so much so that there would be barely any left for Freddie or you.

Roger was currently helping you make breakfast while Brian and John sat and ate while they discussed songs

"i put my heart and soul into this song" Roger spoke up as they talked about his new song he made

"no one is disputing that" John smiled, lifting up his fork

"and you don't like it because you want your songs on the album" Roger fought

"it's not that Roger" John denied

"then what is it?" the blonde raised his eyebrows as he stopped cutting bread

"I'm in love with my car?" Brian spoke up

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

Brian and John both made a questionable face as silence filled the air

"maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested

"what does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger frowned

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Freddie came in and poured himself some tea

John straightened his back and looked at the singer "discussing Roger's car song"

"is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then i apologise" Brian put his hands up defensively

"how does your new song go, then, hm?" Roger walked over and grabbed Brians lyrics

"you call me sweet.. like I'm some kind of cheese" the drummer read out

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

"it's good" Brian defended, looking at the John who was eating a sausage with a smile and Freddie who was stirring his tea

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

"is that-, is that you know- when my hand's on your grease gun..That's very subtle isn't it?" Brian read Rogers back

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

"it's just a bit weird Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?" John spoke, waving his fork around

"what do you think, Y/n?" Roger turned to you, looking for backup

you put the now cooked bacon on a plate and turned to the boys

"don't turn to me, I'm not getting involved" you shook your head

"children please, we could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie butted in

"statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up" John stated mater-of-a-factly

"why the hell would you say something like that?" Freddie frowned

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen" Freddie informed the drummer before walking out

"you know why you're angry, Roger?" Brian began again

"...why?" Roger breathed out

"'cause you know you're song isn't strong enough" the curly headed man repeated

"boys I really don't think you should be-" you started to say but cut off by Roger throwing bacon at Brian's face

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

"ok" you mumbled, looking at John, who smiled at you amusingly

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

"what about that?!" he asked before going over to find something else

"Hey!" you yelled at Roger, who grabbed a pot of Coffee

he turned and began to swing it at the two boys before he stopped as they put their hands up

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

Roger put the coffee machine down and you sighed looking at the mess

"I'll clean this up" he sighed after a moment of silence

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

-

you sat in the recording room on the couch with John and Roger as Brian got ready to record his guitar

Roger slung his arm around your shoulder as Brian got set up

"so..how about we go get dinner later" he suggested

"pardon?" you wondered

"you, me, i'll take you out to dinner" he repeated

"I highly doubt she'll want to go out with you, Roger, she's too good for you" John sighed

"and what? you're better?" the drummer scoffed, looking over you to the auburn headed bassist

John stared at Roger for a moment

"how's katie? last time we saw her was right before we left to come here" the Deacon wondered

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

you focused on the music but felt John's gaze on you, you slowly turned your head to see him staring at you, smiling

"so, do you have a boyfriend?" Roger asked

"I don't see how that's any of your business" you crossed your arms, looking back at Brian, who's still playing his solo

"what if I want to ask you out?" he shrugged

"how come you're the one that gets to ask her out?" John leans forward to argue with Roger

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

"Roger, do you have to be such a man whore?" John questioned, his accent become more defined and thick

"I think you're just jealous you don't get women chasing after you" Roger huffed, leaning back on the couch, seeming to be not fazed

"ah yes, because all i need is women to make me feel better about myself, all i need and want is women around me to fill a void of unfulfillment" John rolled his eyes

"oh yeah? let's see who she wants more then" Roger raises his eyebrows as he took off his glasses to look at you

John frowned "you can't pressure her into choosing either of us...that's not how relationships work, Roger"

Roger stifled a laugh "who said I wanted a relationship"

"my point exactly"

"all i'm saying" is that she's probably looking for somebody to love and i'm right here" Roger raised his hands in defense

"what makes you think she wants someone?" John glared

"children, children. leave the poor girl alone, she doesn't want either of you" Freddie butted in

you found yourself wondering how it came to this, two members of the band Queen almost practically fighting for your, to be with you

it made sense about Roger, seeing all of those tabloids of him with new girls around his shoulder almost every week

but John? he didn't really seem the type

you tuned out of the argument and soon wondered when Brian came back into the room as you looked up to find him sitting with Freddie

"I think whatever happens, it's up to her, you shouldn't be trying to force something she does not want" John fought

"what are you guys fighting about?"

"who gets to take this beautiful lady out" Roger smirked, nodding towards you

"who says either of you get to?" Brian spoke in a confused manner

"oh don't tell me you want her too?" Roger groaned

"what's so wrong about that?" the guitarist questioned

"I'm gonna go" you sighed, getting up

"are you still going to make us pasta tonight?" John perked up

you chuckled "I think you all need a break from my cooking"

"NO!!"

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[musedblues]

*rubs hands together* hehehehe

"them gently tilting your chin" from the lovely prompts with eugene sledge pls and thank 💚

He was never bold. Not before the war. And hardly so afterward. Gene was adventurous, yes, before the war. Always blazing his bike across the dirt paths that connected your hamlet. Always chasing you through the trees and begging to stay out even though dusk threatened to blacken the night. But he was too shy to be bold. He was too reserved in his mannerisms. He was reticent when it usually counted most.

Yes, he raced you with glee from tree to trunk, but Gene withheld talk of dreams and he kept quiet about his truest feelings. That never stopped you from asking all kinds of questions, though. You asked what he wanted to be when he was old enough to decide. You asked where he would move if he could; you asked what made him tick and you asked why he never brought anyone else but you out to theses woods to waste away so many afternoons. Gene would never answer, not really. He would shrug and sometimes smile and go on skipping rocks at your side.

And then the war came. And Gene went with it. And that was bold of him, you thought. The boy who never dared to dream out loud was suddenly up and gone to the other side of the world, fighting for it. Of course, he didn't tell you. His mama did, some Sunday afternoon. She pulled you aside in the middle of the market and said Gene was too worried he'd upset you. Too shy to say he wanted you to write. She told you he'd already left, and you went to spend the afternoon skipping rocks alone.

Gene wrote you once, and you thought that was bold of him. He'd left you without a goodbye, and he didn't even address as much in his scrawling. He wrote about the weather and some friends he'd made. And you didn't expect him to write about how tired he must've been or how scared. But you wished he would've. And you wrote him back as much. Your letter was never returned.

You didn't see him when he got home. Not right away. You'd heard his family mention the fact that Gene was safe and sound and more reserved than ever. You didn't expect him to come knocking on your door and sweep you off your feet. Gene would never be so bold. But you wished he would've at least met you halfway; at curb where your neighborhoods connected, so you could tell him that you had missed him. That you still did. Had his sense of adventure been lost after his exploit across the ocean?

You wracked your brain, wondering if you should wait for him to come and see how you'd been. You wondered if Gene would answer the door if you went to call on him. You worried yourself into a frenzy over etiquette, were you just meant to leave Gene be, now that he was home? Would he even be the same sort of friend to you?

You wondered and worried all the way across town, kicking pebbles on the path that led to the pond, in the middle of the woods. You took a trail that was only worn into the ground from Gene's bike tracks. You recognized the pattern of the tire marks.

You recognized the very bike that had blazed this trail. You recognized Gene, skipping rocks like no time had passed at all.

There he was, where the water met the land. His trousers cuffed; his feet planted firmly along the shore. His back to you. All the etiquette you'd worried over was out the window. Because it was now or never.

"Eugene Sledge where have you been?"

The boy turned slowly but did not smile to see you. His eye's gleamed, and his posture settled, and he kept quiet as ever.

"All this time you've been home. I was wondering..."

"Wondering what?" He said, as you stepped closer, eager to settle at his side, like when you were kids. This was all familiar. But Gene wasn't so much. He was quieter, if that were possible. He was leaner, somehow. He was distant despite being the most present he'd been in years.

"Why you never told me you were leaving. Why you didn't write me much at all. Why this is the first time we're talkin'... Thought we were better friends than that."

"Well, that's just it ya see. I never wanted to be friends."

One sentence compacted so many years of answers you'd been wondering. Your heart dropped and your world stopped, and you knew Gene had gone through hell and back. But this...

"Well, we were friends, so-" You began to defend, letting your tone turn bittered. But before you could finish, Gene was speaking up again. Rare. Riveting. Infuriating. Now? You hadn't even asked, for once.

"I know and I'm glad. Thinking back to all the times we spent together out here growin' up and knowin' I could come back to doing just that helped me get through all the shit of war. I'm glad you were my friend, and I knew you'd still be. But I never really wanted that."

"You're not making one bit of sense, Eugene Sledge. No wonder you never said as much." Your eye could've stung with tears of hurt if you weren't so confounded by the look of pain on Gene's face, too. He'd moved to face you as his features twisted into a grimace. He was never much of a talker. Not when it really counted.

Maybe that's why now, when he said "Wait, listen," he didn't speak another word. He only demanded your attention by reaching out in silence, big sad eye's locked on yours. Gene brushed the tips of his fingers across your chin, tilting your face closer to his. His lips parted to speak, but silence lingered as Gene brushed his knuckles across your cheek. His kiss came slow, and his lips were soft on yours. His kiss was a surprise you hadn't expected. It was a timid gesture that lasted only a few glorious seconds. How wondrously bold of him.

"That's... that's what I meant." Eugene Sledge muttered, both his eyes darting between either of yours. You wanted to shake him and grab him and laugh and call him silly for waiting so long.

"Well, I'd ask you to do it again, but you don't answer many of my questions. So, I'm tellin' you to do that again."

"I know we got a lot'a talkin' to do. Years worth. But I'd better follow orders first." Gene smiled. The first smile you'd seen in forever. His grin met yours and he kissed you proper, for enough time that seemed to make up for all that felt lost before. Maybe he hadn't misplaced his sense of adventure after all...

[deaky-trash]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader long oneshot where reader comes home from work and finds Joe in their toddler daughter's bedroom reading her a bedtime story and reader melts at the sight of how adorable Joe is with their daughter and after they both tell their daughter goodnight, they cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie in the living room together?

Just Right | Joe Mazzello x Reader

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x F!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 747

A/N: FIRST FIC IN LITERALLY FIVE YEARS HOW WE FEELIN CHAT but for real though, I missed writing. also, I'm in college now!!! super cool and exciting times! i love you guys so much and I hope you enjoy. my writing voice has changed so much in the last five years so I hope y'all are okay with that haha!! this definitely isn't the longest one I've ever made, but I hope it's okay <3

Y/N sighed softly as she opened the door to the house, setting her jacket and work bag off to the side before slipping off her shoes and looking around. The house looks pretty good… Joe must have gotten home early… she thought to herself. 

The lights were dim across the house, the golden glow of the lamps spilling warmly into the foyer, scattering soft light across the walls. It was quiet. There were no cartoons playing on the TV, no tiny footsteps across hardwood floors. Just quiet. Just peace.

Y/N took a deep breath, the smell of cookies wafting through the whole home. She smiled, chuckling quietly to herself. Joe hadn’t made cookies in ages. Maybe it was a special treat that Ava shouldn’t tell mom about.

I could get used to this…

She padded through the foyer and into the living room. There was a small, blue stuffed bunny hanging halfway off the couch, a little pink sock peeking out from under the coffee table, and the crumbs of a hastily-eaten chocolate chip cookie scattered across the glass of the table.

I’ll get those after Ava’s asleep… she thought, grabbing the stuffed bunny and heading to the kitchen to grab one of her husband’s cookies before she heard it. 

Joe’s voice, low and animated, drifting from their daughter’s room upstairs.

“And then Goldilocks went to the porridge of the baby bear, and tasted that. And that was just right; and she liked it so much, that she ate it all up!”

Y/N’s heart gave that tiny ache— the kind that only came when she was reminded how much she loved this little, messy life of theirs. Her smile widened, and she climbed the stairs slowly and carefully, not wanting to interrupt. She hovered outside of the half-open bedroom door, leaning in just enough to see.

There they were— Joe sat cross-legged on the edge of their daughter’s bed, holding the book open in his lap. His brow furrowed dramatically as he made the baby bear’s voice, his other hand gesturing in the air like he was on stage. Their daughter was tucked under a lavender blanket, her curls spread across the pillow, eyes wide with delight.

“You’re silly, Daddy!” Ava giggled.

Joe continued, grinning as he ended the story and closed the book.

“That’s the end, peanut… It’s time to get to sleep, okay?” he said as he set the book on her nightstand and pressed a gentle kiss to the toddler’s forehead.

Y/N’s chest swelled with warmth, the soft sting of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. There was something about seeing Joe like this— completely at ease, so calm, so tender— it cracked her open every time. Even after everything, even after the tantrums and sleepless nights and stained carpets, he somehow made it all feel like magic. 

He stood up, pulling the blanket up to Ava’s shoulders and turning to head out when he saw Y/N standing in the door.

“Hey, babe…” he whispered, his face lighting up at the sight of his wife. “Didn’t see you there…”

“Didn’t want to interrupt,” Y/N whispered back, stepping into the room. She bent down to press a kiss to Ava’s cheek. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart… I love you…”

“Night, Mommy… Love you,” their daughter murmured, already half-asleep.

Joe took Y/N’s hand, stepping softly out of the room and easing the door shut behind them. Downstairs, the house felt even cozier than before, the gentle hum of appliances and the ceiling fan filling the silence.

Joe flopped onto the couch, patting the cushion beside him. Y/N curled up next to him without hesitation, laying her head on his shoulder as he grabbed a blanket and draped it over the both of them. 

“You’re really good at that, you know…” she mumbled.

“At what? Baby bear voices?” he joked in return.

“At being a dad, you dork…” she laughed, nudging her husband lovingly.

Joe smiled softly and kissed the top of her head. “Only because I’ve got the best wife to do it with.”

A beat passed. He reached for the remote and pulled up their usual— The Princess Bride— again. She laughed.

“We’ve seen this a thousand times.”

“Exactly. I like knowing when the best parts are coming.”

She melted into him as the movie started, fingers intertwined between them. It wasn’t flashy or grand or luxurious— hell, it wasn’t even clean— but it was theirs. And honestly, she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[reapers-lover]

A/N: Hey yall I'm back with a lovely request ti got the other day and finally finished! It isn't much but thank you for getting me out of my writing slump! Much love, and enjoy!

Eugene sledge x reader

!MDNI!

Warnings: Rascism, soft smut, public smut, no mention of protections but smut is very short

☆☆☆

After the war, once Eugene made it home, he could hardly wait to see his girlfriend , y/n, again. And as he got out of the train, his face lit up. There they were, his best friends, Sidney and Y/n waiting to take him home.

☆☆☆

A few months later, Eugene and Y/n are lying down in the field behind his parents' house. It's quiet until Y/n speaks up. 

“Why are you with me, Eugene?”

Eugene freezes and turns to look at her. “What do you mean, Y/n? I love you,” he reaches his hand out to comb his fingers through her hair.

Y/n turns away from him. 

“Why me, Eugene? There are so many gorgeous girls around here. And I hear all the whispers from them on the streets. I can hear them say how they can't believe you would fall in love with someone like me. Do you know how hard it is to know that there are so many pretty blue-eyed blondies that you could eventually marry? I'm not welcome in this town Eugene… And they make it very clear.”

Eugene had been silently crying since Y/n had started talking. He reaches out again and, this time, is able to pull her into his chest. As they cry together, Eugene speaks up.

“They can all go to hell, ok darling? I love you Y/n and only you. I don't want to date one of those blue-eyed blondies because I have you. Look at me love,” Eugene lifts her chin with a finger. “I love you. I love your gorgeous black hair and your brown eyes. And I hope that when we have kids one day, they look just like you. You are the most beautiful woman I know, Y/n. And,” Eugene, sit up and get on a knee. “ I don't have a ring yet, but you make me the happiest man in the world. Will you please marry me Y/n?”

Y/n nods her head and tackles Eugene into a hug, making him fall into the grass. Eugene Laughs then brings her into a kiss. This quick kiss turns into more quick kisses… then longer kisses… and before they knew it, Eugene was hovering over y/n.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down, ok?” Y/n nodded and let him enter her. Y/n winces when she feels the sharp stretch of him entering her. However, the pain eventually turns to pleasure as he bottoms out inside of her. 

Eugene listens to the sounds of the crickets and cicadas chirping as he makes love to the most beautiful girl he knows. And when they are done, he snuggles up next to her and lays there in the grass until morning.

[magickcandie]

Mall Mishap

It's not that you enjoyed making fun of John, but knew that he'd get back at you. That's where the fun was. You both knew that it was fun, it was harmless.

This particular holiday season, you were spending it in America. John was up for walking through the malls with you. Not really for shopping, but just to look around.

"Oh, love, look!" You pointed at a Santa.

"And?"

"Go tell him what you want for Christmas," you laughed.

"What? No, Y/N, come on, that's for the children."

"Come on, it'd be funny!" You tugged on his arm. "If you don't do it, I will do it for you."

"Y/N.... please, don't. We can go get something to eat instead, yeah?"

You crossed your arms. His eyes were daring you. Well. You walked over to the Santa, making conversation as John watched in shock as you pointed to him.

Santa stood and followed you over to John who know was sitting down.

"This is John. He's a little shy." You said.

John, ever so polite, extended his hand to shake hands with Santa and smile at him. "John Deacon."

"What would you like for Christmas, son?"

"What I would like? I'm content with everything I have, sir. A wife that loves me and a job which I enjoy."

(not my gif)

"Well that's great, son. You two have a merry Christmas." and with that, Santa walked away.

"Wife?" You said in shock as you and John walked through the mall in the opposite direction.

"I will marry you one day, Y/N. But for now," he shoved you in the direction of another Santa. "Tell him what you want for Christmas."

You stuck your tongue out at him before blowing him a kiss.

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

Eccentricity

Series Summary: Joe Mazzello is a nice guy with a weird family. A VERY weird family. They have a secret, and you have a choice to make. Inspired by the Twilight Saga.

Chapter 1: Once A Stranger In A Lonely World

Chapter 2: You Can Run Around Infinite In My Head

Chapter 3: And If You Want I Could Tell The Truth

Chapter 4: Baby, It’s A Violent World

Chapter 5: I’ve Lived The Life And Paid For Every Crime

Chapter 6: You Know You Got Me In The Palm Of Your Hand

Chapter 7: See I’m In Love With How Your Soul’s A Mix Of Chaos And Art

Chapter 8: I Won’t Tell You That It’s Easy

Chapter 9: Now I Love Your Shadow And I Love Your Curls

Chapter 10: Stay, I Need To Be Myself

Chapter 11: You Don’t Come Around No More

Chapter 12: Do You Not Dream Of Me? ‘Cause I Have Visions In My Sleep

Chapter 13: If We Were Vampires And Death Was A Joke

Chapter 14: Love Keeps The Monsters From Our Door

💜 All of my writing can be found HERE! 💜

[istvanalapimypookie]

You fill my heart up

Joe Mazzello x reader

! Warnings ! : some cute fluff

(Btw this is my first ever thing wroten so i hope yall will like it. Oh and if there's anyting spelled wrong im sorry, english is not my native language)

It was September 20. A day before Joe's birthday. You decided to suprise him by flying to New York (you live in L.A) as a birthday gift. You were already on the plane, halfway there at Ny,when Joe texted you:

Joey🫶💓 : "HONEEEY"

You didnt respond, because you had the airplane mode on. He kept texting you but you didnt saw it. Once you landed, you called a taxi, and told the driver the adress of Joe's house. When you got out of the car, you walked up to the front door. You ringed tell bell, and heard Joe yell "Coming" from inside.

When he opened the door, he saw you, and was shocked. Then when he realized it, he hugged you so tightly that you couldnt breath. When he pulled away from the hug, he said "How did you get here? When? Why?" " my plane just landed a half hour ago, and i came to see my babyboy on his special day." He smiled at you. "Well hell yeah you did suprise me honey, but why werent you answering my calls?!" Joe asked, curiously. "i had my phone in airplane mode, so sorry baby"

You two got inside the house, now cuddled up on the couch, talking about what happened in the past 2 months that you havent met. Once you were done talking, Joe just fell asleep, having you in his arms again made him feel safe and loved. You fell asleep too.

In the morning, you woke up earlier to make some breakfast. You made Joe's fave. Cheese on toast. (He's so much like Deacy) You bringed it to him when he woke up. "good morning my Babyboy!" You kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, my one and only" you told him "Oh my god, babe, thank you so much! I love you!" He kissed your lips. You began to wash the dishes, then he got behind you and hugged you. "You know honey, you always fill my heart up" said Joe. "And you fill up mine, babyboy"

[codekiraqueen]

I need someone to write John Deacon x Punk Reader 😩😩😩

[muschiettistrashmouth]

RPF - MASTERLIST

♕QUEEN♕:

MAYLOR -

Do you *like* me?

Last person on earth.

📽ANDRÉS MUSCHIETTI📽:

Happiest Place On Earth

⛧MÖTLEY CRÜE⛧:

⛧ALL -

Bestfriends.

⛧NIKKI SIXX -

Holding Hands.

📽JOE MAZZELLO📽:

Disney Princess.

📽JAY RYAN📽:

Snowball Fight.

Credits:

THE DIVIDERS ARE FROM CAFEKITSUNE

[born-to-lose-writing]

Masterlist - one shots (self insert; pt. 1)

♡ - fluff, ♤ - angst, ☆ - smut, ♧ - platonic

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody cast - Bon Jovi - Guns N' Roses

Queen

Roger Taylor x reader

the most wonderful time of the year ♡ || Ao3

609 words

You watch Queen filming music videos and Roger has got a surprise for you.

Wish I Was at Home for Christmas ♡ || Ao3

2,873 words

Your flight gets cancelled due to a blizzard. Even though you and Roger hate each other, he lets you stay with him over the holidays.

My Baby Does Me ☆ || Ao3

1,121 words

Roger thinks you're cheating on him and ends the fight in his own way…

I Want You to Know ♤ || Ao3

1,371 words

You're Roger's best friend and roommate, but what he doesn't know is that you're in love with him…

One More Chance ♤ || Ao3

961 words

While on vacation with your friends, you have to share a bed with your ex boyfriend Roger.

Out Tonight ♧ || Ao3

2,269 words

You've never been really drunk and you're determined to change that with a little help from your friend Roger.

Brian May x reader

Bite ☆ || Ao3

992 words

Brian has some extra time alone with you before rehearsal…

Nightmares ♤♧ || Ao3

830 words

After a movie session with your best friend Brian, you have a nightmare.

John Deacon x reader

All I Want for Christmas Is You ♡ || Ao3

1,356 words

Deaky got you for Secret Santa and buys you a really expensive gift.

And They Were Roommates ♡ || Ao3

4,026 words

When you found out you're going to share your dorm room with a boy, you hoped you'd be good friends. But it doesn't take you long to realize you might feel more for John…

Bohemian Rhapsody cast

Rami Malek x reader

Sex Dream ☆ || Ao3

2,024 words

After a weird dream about Rami, you can't stop thinking about him naked all day.

Ben Hardy x reader

Thirteen Years ♡ || Ao3

1,665 words

Joe organizes a blind date for Ben. He soon notices the girl he's been set up with played an important part in his childhood.

Joe Mazzello x reader

Feeling Better ☆♡ || Ao3

1,878 words

A back massage from Joe gets out of hand…

Bon Jovi

Jon Bon Jovi x reader

Always ♤♡ || Ao3

4,381 words

You love Jon, but at some point the rockstar lifestyle gets too much for you. While you find a way to move on after the breakup, he's still not over you after two years and writes a song to cope.

Slippery When Wet ♡ (♧) || Ao3

2,081 words

You share a flat with Jon, who regularly serves as a model for your college photography projects. One time he suggests you use the shower as a backdrop.

Guns N’ Roses

Axl Rose x reader

You Take My Breath Away ♡ || Ao3

1,037 words

You're the only person who has ever made Axl feel really loved and he wants to keep you by his side forever.

Cookies ♡ || Ao3

615 words

You and Axl bake cookies for the band.

The Coffee Savior ♡ || Ao3

516 words

On an ice-slicked day, Axl saves you - and your coffee - from falling, so of course you have to return the favour by going on a date with him.

Slash x reader

Your Girl ♡ || Ao3

1,009 words

Slash gets jealous easily when other guys look at you the wrong way.

Obsession ♡ || Ao3

566 words

Slash is obsessed with you and of course, the boys love teasing him about it.

Hello, I'm your boyfriend ♡ || Ao3

716 words

Slash comes to your rescue when you run into your ex by pretending to be your boyfriend.

Cat-and-Mouse ♡ || Ao3

906 words

You spot Slash in the crowd at a small venue concert and you're clearly attracted to each other, but playing a little hard to get never hurt anyone.

Future Lover Boy ☆ || Ao3

1,003 words

You know cheating is wrong, but for an affair with Slash, you're willing to make an exception.

Never Stopped Loving You ♤ || Ao3

1,417 words

You and Slash get hate from the media because of the age difference in your relationship, so he has to make a hard decision…

Drunk Christmas ♡ || Ao3

651 words

You and Slash are invited to a Christmas party, but after a short while, he gets drunk. Way too drunk.

How Christmas Is Supposed to Be ♡ || Ao3

923 words

When Slash finds out Christmas used to be your favorite holiday until it became just another day, he goes all out to make your first Christmas together special.

Izzy Stradlin x reader

New Beginnings ♡♤ || Ao3

776 words

Izzy comes home to you after leaving Guns N' Roses.

Just in It for Sex ☆♡ || Ao3

5,066 words

You and Izzy are fuck buddies, no romance involved, just sex. When your friends think you're more than that, you start questioning your feelings.

Time Gone By ♤ || Ao3

3,264 words

You and Izzy were the perfect couple in high school, but after he moved to Los Angeles, you lost each other. Years later, he comes back to Indiana and you realize both of you have changed in the meantime.

Date Night ☆ || Ao3

1,336 words

You run into your ex and he hits on you, but Izzy fucks you in the next room to show him you're his girl now.

Wild Horses ♡ || Ao3

1,070 words

Izzy calls you while he's on tour.

Walk Me Home ♡ || Ao3

1,117 words

You meet Izzy at a gig and he walks you home.

After All This Time ♡ || Ao3

2,232 words

In 1991, you and Izzy reunite and even now, your old feelings are still there.

Safe With Me ♤ || Ao3

1,235 words

Getting back together with your abusive ex boyfriend was a terrible decision. Thankfully, Izzy gives you a shoulder to cry on.

Fairy Lights ♡ || Ao3

437 words

You and Izzy spend a romantic evening in your garden.

Helping Mouth ☆ || Ao3

837 words

You've never been eaten out before, but Izzy is here to help.

Duff McKagan x reader

Wrong Number ♡ || Ao3

1,569 words

You call Steven to talk about your love for Duff. Or at least you think you're calling Steven…

Home for the Holidays ♡ || Ao3

1,583 words

Steven Adler x reader

Duff's mother invites you, his best friend, to the McKagans' holiday meal in an attempt to set you two up.

Hairstyles ♡♧ || Ao3

572 words

Steven lets you practice some hairstyles on him.

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

Do you think you’ll ever repost for Joe Mazzello stuff? The story where he was pretending to date reader for a wedding party was my absolute favorite!

Hi!

Honestly, the answer is no. While I love Just Go With It, I’m trying to just move on for the most part.

I don’t want to give hope and say one day, but I am incredibly happy that you enjoyed it that much. I definitely had a lot of fun writing it and sharing it with all of you.

[youcanbemyhoneychile]

“Dining at the Ritz, we’ll meet at nine precisely (One two three four five six seven eight nine o’ clock) I will pay the bill, you taste the wine Driving back in style, in my saloon will do quite nicely Just take me back to yours that will be fine (come on and get it)”

[letmeletmetrashyourlove]

Mushy blurb suggestions: Helping Eugene study when he goes back to college.

Anna why must you make me fEEL THESE THINGS. (Although I suppose it’s payback for making you feel all the things with my Eugene fic....)

The two of you sat on the edge of Eugene’s bed in his dorm room, the windows open and ceiling fan on high to offer some relief from the hot Alabama summer.

          “Tell me why I decided to take summer classes?” Eugene groaned, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead as he stared at his textbook.

          “Because you’re an overachiever.” You replied, scooting closer so you could read over his shoulder.

He was studying parasites, which grossed you out to no end, but he was enthralled by the disgusting little creatures and engrossing himself in his studies were some of the few ways he found to keep his flashbacks and nightmares at bay. He hummed to himself as he flipped through the pages of his textbook, pausing when he got to the page he was looking for.

You stuck out your tongue at the sight of the picture, some slimy, worm-like creature laid out on a metal tray, a pair of surgical tongs beside it.

         “Blech! What the hell is that thing?”

         “Tapeworm.” He replied simply, jotting a few things down in his notebook before glancing over at you, face scrunched up with disgust, tongue poking out of your mouth. He let out a chuckle, closing his notebook with his pencil still tucked inside it.

         “Don’t like creepy crawlies?”

He knew damn well you didn’t like creepy crawlies. He thought you were getting murdered when you called him one day from your house because there was a spider in your shower. He gladly came over and smashed it for you, but he never let you live it down.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he began to walk his fingers across your bare shins.

         “Don’t like the thought of a spider crawlin’ up your leg?”

         “Don’t start.” You warned, scooting away from him as he stared at you with a glint of mischief in his eye.

         “One getting stuck in your blouse when you put it on in the mornin’?” He continued, reaching up to dig his fingers into your sides, making you screech and curl your knees to your chest to protect yourself.

He laughed as you tried to wiggle away, only holding onto you tighter, ending up hovering over you as you laid on your back in his bed.

The laughter slowly died down, but the two of you stared at each other with crinkly eyes and lopsided grins until he leaned down to kiss you, the studying he had to do being completely forgotten.

[magickcandie]

Joe!John Deacon Masterlist

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[beautifulsweetschaos]

Loved this ✨😌 I seem to be back in my BoRap phase but I just genuinely think the writing is absolutely amazing like I would read anything this author wrote 💙 Another BoRap fic soon? 🙏🏻

Baby You Were My Picket Fence

Series Summary: You are a first grade teacher in sunny Los Angeles, California. Ben Hardy is the father of your most challenging student. Things quickly get complicated in this unconventional love story.  

Chapter 1: Bad To The Bone

Chapter 2: Should I Stay Or Should I Go

Chapter 3: Light My Fire

Chapter 4: Dream On

Chapter 5: Paradise City

Chapter 6: Have You Ever Seen The Rain

Chapter 7: Let It Be

Chapter 8: Kickstart My Heart

Chapter 9: Sympathy For The Devil

Chapter 10: I Want You To Want Me

Chapter 11: White Wedding

Chapter 12: Welcome To The Jungle

Chapter 13: Peace Of Mind

Chapter 14: Smoke On The Water

Chapter 15: The Chain

Chapter 16: All Along The Watchtower

Chapter 17: No One Like You

Chapter 18: Surrender

Chapter 19: Stairway To Heaven 

Chapter 20: Home Sweet Home

💜 All of my writing can be found HERE! 💜

[nimaiwe]

Is it me or Eddie Munson looks like a love child of Joe Mazzello and Ben Hardy