#borhap boys x reader

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where it’s Joe’s Birthday and she goes to the doctor while he’s out with Ben and finds out she’s pregnant and buys something to surprise Joe and later that night at their home after they have eaten dinner and are cuddling on the couch, she surprises Joe with a present of a Yankees onesie that says Mazzello on the back and a sonagram picture?

Take Me Out to a Birthday Ballgame

Fandom: Actor, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader,

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Reader, You, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 1609 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Joe gets a birthday surprise

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, BoRhap Boys, Joe Mazzello Fic, Joe Mazzello x Reader, Joe Mazzello, Ben Hardy, Bohemian Rhapsody Actors, Birthday, Birthday Present, Reader, Reader Insert, Reader Fic, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Announcement, Long-term relationship, Pregnancy, Established Relationship, Kissing, Doctors, Requested Fic, Requested, Requests, Yankees, Yankees, Take Me Out to a Birthday Ballgame

Notes: sorry its been so long

‘But I thought you and I were going to go?’ Joe said with a pout. Y/N had just hit him with the news that despite it being his birthday she was ducking out their plans. She had bought them tickets to the Yankee game and then booked a table for dinner afterwards. Yet, when the day came she couldn’t go. She had woke this morning incredibly nauseous and covered in sweat. She thought she knew why, in fact, she had thought she knew why for a few weeks but she had been too scared to take the test. She didn’t want to let Joe down, but she also didn’t want to get him excited if it was nothing. And a home pregnancy test wasn’t always certain, which is why she had rung her gynaecologist first thing this morning when she had woken feeling so crappy.

Her gynacologist had made her an emergency appointment but had told her she had to come in today. Or it would be another three weeks before she could squeeze her in. Y/N couldn’t hang on any longer and as soon as she had gotten off the phone with her doctor had rung for backups for Joe’s birthday plans. 

‘I was, we were going to go but somethings come up at work,’ she lied.

‘Can’t someone else take care of it? I mean it’s a Saturday,’ he said. 

‘If there was anyone else I swear I would make them but I can’t,’ she said as there was a knock on the door, ‘besides I’ve made other arrangements for you.’

‘It’s not your dad is it?’ Joe said with another pout. 

‘No,’ Y/N chastised as she headed to the door.

‘Because I love the guy but I can’t go to a Yankees game with a Dodgers fan, bleurgh,’ he said following her to the door. 

‘It’s not my dad. And I think you’re going to be in the minority at Dodger Stadium there Mazzello,’ she said as she yanked the door open to reveal a handsome blonde man standing there.

‘Ben?!’ Joe said with excitement as he moved past his girlfriend and engulfed his friend in a hug. 

‘Hey mate,’ the other man said hugging his friend back. 

‘What are you doing here?’ Joe said. 

‘Well I was in town for your party tomorrow and Y/N told me you needed a babysitter so I thought to hell with jet lag eh?’

‘Gee I’m touched,’ Joe chuckled. The two started talking but Y/N started to panic. She could feel another round of nausea coming on. And she had managed to hide it this morning but she feared if they hung around much longer her cover would be blown.

‘Right you better get a move on,’ she said. 

‘What’s the rush?’ Joe said, ‘Ben’s just got here.’                                                                                                                    ‘I know but there’s all that traffic on the freeway. You don’t want to miss anything,’ she rambled grabbing his wallet and keys off of the sideboard. They were barely out of the house before she was launching herself upstairs to the bathroom. 

After that, it took her a good while to recover enough that she felt she could drive to the doctor. But soon enough she was laying on her doctor's table with jelly being rubbed across her belly as the sonographer ran the wand across. Her doctor had already made her do a urine test which had confirmed her suspicions. She was knocked up. But since they had the technology on hand and given how long Y/N had suspected her doctor had insisted they do a sonogram to confirm just how far along she was. Suddenly, a whirring thumping noise rang in her ears. 

‘That’s baby's heartbeat. It’s good. Strong,’ the doctor said as Y/N turned to look at the screen which she was moving towards her, ‘and that is your baby. 11 weeks approximately.’

‘That’s it?’ Y/N said feeling tears sting her eyes. 

‘I know. It's not always what you expect-’

‘No, no,’ she said, ‘it’s…well, I don’t know what it is.’

‘Don’t worry. You’re not the first woman to be a little confused about everything. I’ll give you a minute to think and get yourself cleaned up. I’ll get the nurse to do a few health checks, take some history and give you some pamphlets. I’ll write you up for a prescription for prenatal vitamins and leave it at the front desk, okay?’ 

Y/N didn’t have much time to respond as the doctor was already snapping off her gloves and washing her hands by the end of the sentence. And then she was gone. Leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

She was pregnant. 

She was going to have a baby. 

With Joe. 

She didn’t know what to feel. Happy? Conflicted? Scared? 

She loved Joe. She knew she wanted babies with him it was just that now seemed too soon. She was still in this fog when she left the doctor's office, so much so that she decided to go for a walk instead of heading back to her car. She walked until she was too hot and sweaty to continue but instead of turning back she ducked inside a store hoping that they would have someplace to sit down. It was a clothing store which she rejoiced at as she headed to the shoe section which had benches to sit down on. 

She sat there for a while. Thinking about the little human that was growing inside of her. She was still conflicted. Unsure of what she wanted when she heard someone cough next to her. She found a man standing beside her with a pair of shoes in hand waiting to sit down but she was taking up all of the room. 

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled as she got up and walked away wondering through the aisles mindlessly before she realised she was in the baby section. In front of her, she found a little onesie styled like a Dodger’s baseball uniform. She chuckled, ‘your daddy would hate that.’

She stopped. 

She was talking to the baby.

Her baby. 

She was going to be a mom. Joe was going to be a dad. 

Why had she been worrying? Even if she wasn’t ready. Joe was. He had always wanted kids and that feeling had only gotten worse after his dad had died. He was ready enough for both of them. Even if it was sooner than she anticipated.

Y/N was in the lounge when she heard movement at the front door. She had been laying on the couch. Today had been long and rough. She’d been through a whirlwind of emotions, had barely eaten and vomited more times than she could count. Still, she pushed herself up into a sitting position excited to see how Joe’s day had gone. 

He came in cheery as ever and came to sit next to her slinging his arm around her and pressing her kiss into her temple.

‘Good time?’ she chuckled. 

‘Yep,’ Joe beamed. 

‘Drunk?’ she said trying to fight the nausea that rumbled in her at the whiff of beer.

‘Buzzed,’ he corrected. 

‘Did you and Ben enjoy the game?’ she asked and without warning, Joe burst into a full in depth explanation about the game, the car ride and the meal they had shared. All of which she had missed out on. 

‘I’m glad you had fun,’ she said. 

‘What about you?’ he sighed, ‘how was work?’ 

‘Fine,’ she lied, ‘actually, I managed to finish a little earlier than I thought and I went shopping.’

‘Oh yeah?’ he said. 

‘Yeah, I even got you a little something,’ Y/N said leaning over to grab the small gift bag that she had slotted underneath the coffee table previously. 

‘Ooh, another present,’ he said grabbing it off her somewhat heavy-handedly in his drunken state and tearing the top of it open. 

He pulled the contents out unwrapping the small white garment from its tissue wrapping.

‘I think this is a little small for me babe,’ he chuckled.

‘That’s because it’s not for you,’ Y/N said. Joe frowned, confused. Y/N rolled her eyes and reached into the bag bringing out a small piece of paper.

‘I don’t,’ Joe started, ‘I mean is this?’

‘I didn’t go to work today,’ Y/N said. 

‘You didn’t?’ he said still trying to piece together what was happening in his drunken state. 

‘No, I went to the doctor,’ she said, ‘and-’

‘You’re pregnant?’ he whispered. Y/N nodded. 

Before she could say anything Joe leapt towards her throwing his arms around her and kissing her profusely. They collided and fell back against the couch.

‘Joe,’ she giggled, ‘can’t breathe.’ 

‘Sorry,’ he chuckled pulling back, ‘I can’t believe it.’

‘Me either,’ she smiled. Joe started babbling once more, leaning his head down on her chest as he unleashed his excitement upon her. Y/N felt more content than she had all day. Curled up on the couch with Joe by her side she wondered why she had ever doubted them. 

Joe was going to be a fantastic Dad. 

Well, as long as the baby supported the Yankees

#Tags/ Warnings: My Writing #BoRhap Boys #Joe Mazzello Fic #Joe Mazzello x Reader #Joe Mazzello #Ben Hardy #Bohemian Rhapsody Actors #Birthday #Birthday Present #Reader #Reader Insert #Reader Fic #Pregnancy #Pregnancy Announcement #Long-term relationship #Established Relationship #Kissing #Doctors #Requested Fic #Requested #Requests #Yankees #Take Me Out to a Birthday Ballgame

[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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#borhap #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #joe mazzello #ben hardy #gwilym lee #bohemian rhapsody #imagines #x fem!reader #freddie mercury #rami malek #bohrhap

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Happy Birthday, Mini-Deacon: Joe Mazzello x Fem! Reader; Feat. OC Daughter

@borhapgirlforlife19​ asked: Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s their daughter’s first birthday and they have a party for her at their house with Joe’s family, reader’s family and all of the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe is sitting on the floor opening his daughter’s presents with their daughter beside him and their baby helps him tear the wrapping paper off and she lights up at the presents she gets when Joe shows them to her and everybody takes pictures and  just gushes over how cute she is?

(I got this idea from attending a 1st Birthday party a couple of days ago.) ☺️

Definitely! Thank you again for the request! I am going to add a little special surprise at the end, to make it more exciting! 

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Today was the day! The day of your daughter, Jessie Virginia Mazzello’s first birthday! It was an exciting day for sure. 

“Joe, you got everything?” You called from the kitchen. It was 9:00 in the morning and you were busy making the cake for your special girl. Joe walked out of Jessie’s room, carrying the sleepy one year old, dressed in a Queen Onesie, gifted to her by her loving uncle and aunt, Rami and Lucy. 

Over the onesie, she was wearing some black shorts. Joe was going to take Jessie to visit her Uncles Gwilym, Rami and Ben while Lucy was to come over a little bit later to help you wrap the presents and decorate. Though she had only turned one year old, it was one step closer to becoming the girl she wanted to be, though Jessie didn’t know it yet. Joe walked into the living room, setting the day bag down on the cough, hoisting Jessie up a little bit more to get a better grip on her to keep her from slipping. He looked through the bag, making sure he had all the essentials; fresh diapers, wipes, Jessie’s favorite toys to keep her busy, a bottle that he could fill with Jessie’s favorite flavor of juice, which was apple juice, and her favorite blanket, knitted for her by Anita and gifted to the young girl a few days after you had come home with the newborn. Joe started patting his pockets, looking for his keys. 

“Keys, keys, hey babe, have you seen my keys?” He asked, loudly yet quietly enough to not startle the half asleep one year old in his arms. Finding them on the counter that wasn’t cluttered with dough and flour, you grabbed them and held them up. 

“Here. Catch!” You tossed the keys to him, which he expertly grabbed with his free hand. Putting them in his pockets, he grabbed the day bag and rushed over to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“See you later this afternoon, babe.” He said. You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“Have fun. Tell the boys I say hi and I can’t wait to see them again.” You said. You then gently pressed a kiss to your daughter’s head. “I’ll see you later this afternoon, sweetheart. Be good for daddy and your uncles.” You said quietly. The toddler whined a bit and nuzzled her head into Joe’s neck. With that, Joe quickly left the house, leaving you to continue with the cake and await for Lucy to arrive with presents galore and the streamers, candle and birthday hat for Jessie. Dusting off your hands, to got back to work with waiting for the cake to be done baking so that you could get to icing it and decorating it. 

~~~

At exactly 10:00 on the dot, a knock resounded on the door. 

“One minute!” You shouted, dusting your hands off on your apron once again, you quickly rushed over to the door and opened it. A huge smile burst across your face when you saw your best friend. 

“Hey!” You shouted, giving a quick hug to Lucy Boynton, the actress who played Mary Austin in Bohemian Rhapsody. Lucy smiled and kissed both of your cheeks. Seeing that her arms were full, you quickly took some of the load from her arms. 

“Good morning. I’m not late, am I?” Lucy asked, walking into the house. You closed the door once again. Lucy took off her shoes, pushing them with her feet to settle beside your own. You shook your head. 

“Nope. You’re right on time. The cake just came out of the oven. I’m just letting it cool and then we can get to decorating both it and the house.” You said. Lucy squealed in excitement. 

“Yay! I can’t wait! Um, where should I put these?” She asked, gesturing to the seven presents gathered in her arms. You pointed to your and Joe’s room, just around the corner. 

“You can set them in mine and Joe’s room for now,” you said, following after with the streamers, the candle, and the party hats. After setting all the party stuff down on the bed, the two of you made your way into the kitchen. The cake was sitting on a stand, already cool. Lucy sighed. 

“Ugh! I can’t believe Jessie’s one year old now! It seems like only yesterday you had gone into labor and brought the little bundle of joy into the world!” Lucy said. You sighed and nodded. 

“She’s getting bigger and bigger everyday,” You said. You quickly got out the icing and other cake decorations. The first cake you made was going to be a simple, white frosting with an assortment of sprinkles on top for Jessie. The other one you made was a two tier birthday cake that would be decorated with white frosting, some golden, circular sprinkles, and some pink swirls around the bottom. The batter was made with a little splash of Brandy, specifically for the adults to enjoy. You set out the frosting and sprinkles. Lucy clapped her hands. 

“What can I do to help?” She asked. You sighed, resting a washed hand onto your forehead and sighed. 

“Um, well, I want to start with Jess’s cake first, so it will be ready when they get back, so, um, you could start by taking the first cup of white icing and scooping it into a decent sized bowl.” You said, getting our the right bowl for her to use. Lucy nodded and got started. 

~~~

After four hours of decorating both cakes and carefully wrapping both cakes in plastic wrap to keep them from drying out in the fridge, as well as wrapping the presents in your and Joe’s room, you and Lucy were reclining in the living room, propping your tired feet up on the coffee table. The two of you were nursing some wine spritzers. A small glass of red or white wine with some soda water. You looked at the clock hanging above the kitchen. 

‘It’s one o’clock,’ you thought. ‘Joe, Jessie and the boys should be here any moment.’ You thought. As if on cue, the door opened and the excited chatter of four men and the excited blabber of a one year old filled the house. 

“Hey babe! We’re home!” Joe shouted. You gave a wave and a tired smile. 

“Welcome home, babe.” You said. You set your wine spritzer down on the coaster, you got up and walked over to your husband and daughter. You gave Joe a kiss and then turned to your smiling daughter. Joe handed her to you. You gently lifted her over your head smiling. “Well hello, you spoiled birthday girl!” You said laughing. You brought her down to hold her close and pressed a kiss against her cheek. “Are you ready to celebrate your birthday with your family?” You cooed. Jessie let out a flurry of babbles and coos, which you took as a yes. Rami smiled and walked over, taking her from your arms, which you allowed. A few weeks before your due date, you and Joe had talked to Rami about being Jessie’s God Father. Rami was Joe’s best friend, and, should anything happen to either you or Joe, Rami would be the one to raise and take care of Jessie. Rami happily accepted. Though you and Joe didn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. 

“So, what shall it be, birthday girl? Cake or presents first?” Rami asked, smiling at his God Daughter. 

“Bah, bah, bah, bah.” Jessie let out a few babbles in response. Rami leaned his ear towards Jessie, pretending to understand what she was saying, making everyone laugh. 

“Oh, cake first and then presents? Well, as the birthday girl commands, to the kitchen!” Rami commanded, making Jessie laugh. The rest of you followed. 

“Holy shit babe! This cake is awesome!” Joe said. You had carefully brought out the cake meant for Jessie, unwrapping it and setting it on the table. 

Ben elbowed his friend in the side, making Joe wince and glance at Ben. “Ow, what the heck?” He asked. 

“Watch your language in front of Jess, mate.” Ben scolded. Jessie was sitting in her high chair, happily laughing and clapping her hands. You chuckled and nodded, getting out some matches to light the candle. 

“Ben is right, Joe. You should watch your language in front of Jess.” You said. Joe looked at you. 

“Babe, come on. It’s not like she can hear us. Isn’t that right, Jessie, my little princess!” Joe cooed, gently tickling her tummy, making Jessie laugh. You chuckled. 

“You never know, she could read lips.” You teased, making Joe stick his tongue out at you childishly. “Okay, are we all ready to sing?” You asked. A chorus of, “Yup”, “Go for it”, and “Ready when you are.” Resounded in the room. Rami walked over and dimmed the lights a little. Not enough to plunge the kitchen into darkness, but enough that the lit candle would stand out. Striking the match against the box, you held your hand in front of the flame, protecting it from the air. You then lit the number 1 candle, the flame lighting it instantly. Moving away from the candle, you waved the match back and forth to put out the fire. 

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Jessie~ Happy birthday to you~” Everyone sang. You walked over to Jessie’s side. 

“Let’s blow the candle out together, baby,” you said. “One, two,”

“Pthhhhhhhh!” Before you could even count to three, Jessie was spitting at the candle, trying to get the little flame to go out. This caused everyone to laugh, extremely hard. After recovering from your laughter, you leaned down next to your daughter again. 

“Here, let mommy help.” With one swift breath, you blew the candle out. Everyone cheered and clapped. Joe cut a small square of cake off for Jessie, plating it and serving it to her. “Oh wait! Her bib!” You shouted, rushing over to the laundry room and grabbing her bib. You carefully slipped it around her neck, letting it rest against her chest to save the Queen Onesie from being attacked by a toddler with cake. Jessie immediately dug into the cake, smearing the icing all over her face and her hands. You clapped your hands. “Now, for the adult’s cake!” You cheered. Gwilym looked at you in shock. 

“You made two cakes? How did you ever have the time?” He asked. You took the cake out of the fridge, carefully unwrapping it. 

You winked at Gwilym. “A chef never reveals her secrets.” You teased. 

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After much cake eating, Joe decided it was time to open presents. Joe sat in the middle of the living room, Jessie sitting in his lap. Lucy handed Joe what looked like a wrapped up stuffed animal. 

“This one is from Anita and Brian. They’re very sad that they can’t be here, and they give their love and best wishes to the birthday girl.” Lucy said. Joe nodded and smiled at Lucy. 

“Thanks Lu,” Joe said. He held the present in his hands. “Let’s open it together, shall we, Jess?” He asked. He started to tear the paper off then let Jessie do the rest, taking some of the paper away when it went towards her mouth. Once all the paper was removed, there lay a stuffed badger and a note. 

‘Dear Jessie and Family. Brian insisted we send you this. This is from Brian’s Animal Sanctuary. We figured that, when mummy and daddy are away, Jessie would have a little friend to keep her company and to protect her from nightmares. It is for Jessie to name when she is old enough. Much love, Brian and Anita.’ Jessie stared at the stuffed badger in wonder then hugged it tightly. You gently placed your hand over your heart and pouted in happiness. Brian and Anita’s love still reached your daughter, even if they were miles away. Ben walked up and handed Joe a smaller package. 

“This one’s from Roger and Sarina. It’ll make more sense once you open it.” Ben said, rolling his eyes a bit when handing Joe the package. Again, Joe opened the package a little bit then let Jessie open it all the way. Joe then burst out laughing, holding up a pair of drum set earrings. 

‘When Jessie is old enough to pierce her ears, promise me you’ll take a picture of her wearing these, please? For her Papa’s sake? Love Roger and Sarina.’ You chuckled and took the earrings from Joe. Next up was Rami. He had gifted Jessie with some new, extremely fuzzy pajamas, each with their own fun little quote. Lucy gifted Jessie with some new nursery rhymes to read before bed each night. Ben gifted Jessie with some new hair ties and bows to put in her hair. And Gwilym got her a framed picture of the Borhap Cast with Brian and Roger. And finally, it was your turn to give your present to your baby girl. You handed Lucy your phone, which you had been using to take pictures through out the afternoon and the evening. You took an envelope from the coffee table and sat before Joe and Jessie. You fiddled with the letter. 

“So, um, this is kind of a surprise for both you and Jessie, Joe,” you said. Joe looked at you confused. You handed him the envelope. Carefully opening it, he took the letter out of it and set the envelope to the side, out of Jessie’s reach. He opened it and read the contents. He then covered his mouth with a surprised gasp, a smile forming on his face. Ben looked at him, slightly confused. 

“Well, what’s it say mate?” He asked. Joe cleared his throat and read the letter out loud. 

“‘Dear Joe and Family, 

My name is John Richard Deacon, the retired bassist for the band called Queen. I know that you looked forward to meeting me face to face, Joe, and I am still not willing to allow that. However, some friends of mine told me that it was the birthday of a certain Jessie and it would make her day if I wrote to her, so here I am writing to you all. I wish you all the best life. I pray that you all remain a happy family for the rest of your days. I also offer you this advice. When times get rough, either with Jessie growing up or tension between you and your beloved rise, Joe, always remember the unbreakable bond you all have. That bond is love. It was by this love that you and your wife first met. It was by this love that the two of you were married. And it was by this love that you brought Jessie into this world. I pray that this love and this relationship with your daughter makes you stronger, not only as individuals, but as a family as well. Happy birthday, Mini-Deacon. Best regards, John Richard Deacon.’.” Joe finished. The room was filled with silence until Ben broke it. 

“Holy shit. I-I can’t believe you got a letter from the John Deacon!” He said excitedly. Joe glared at him. 

“Hey, language mister!” He chided, causing everyone to laugh. A tired yawn caught the attention of the group. You smiled and walked up, picking Jessie up from Joe’s lap. 

“I think someone is tired,” you looked at everyone. “Feel free to stay as long as you like, everyone. I’m going to put Jessie to bed and I’ll join you all shortly.” You said. You walked to Jessie’s room and got her dressed into one of her new pajamas, making sure to take the tags off. You gently lay her in her crib, laying the stuffed badger close to her. Turning on the baby monitor, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Good night, Mini-Deacon. Sweet dreams.” You whispered. You turned off the main light after turning on the night light and closing the door, keeping it cracked lightly. You knew that you were truly blessed. You had the best husband and the best daughter in the world. 

~~~

@borhapgirlforlife19​ I hope you like this. I really wanted there to be some interaction between John Deacon and the actor who portrayed him in the movie. I also thought it would be something nice to add in the end. 

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[john-deacons]

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[blueeyedheizer]

hotel room - four/billy (smut)

REQUEST: Billy or frank fake dating?? Maybe fluffy and a bit smutty?? Haha love your stuff💙

A/N: there isn't much fake dating but I tried to keep it fluffy and smutty. Thank you for requesting !

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"One room please." you smiled at the receptionist, feeling Four's hand on your waist pulling you closer. Taken aback by the sudden gesture, you had to fight the startled look on your face as you were forced to make eye contact with the woman in front of you.

"Would you like a single or a double room?"

"Single."

"Double."

Your eyes widened and you gave a discreet yet harsh kick to Four's foot, side-eyeing him with a cold glare.

"We'll take a single room. Thank you." Fortunately, the receptionist only chuckled as she typed on the computer, seemingly not finding your disagreement suspicious.

"Under what name?"

"Jones." you blurted out randomly. The receptionist then reached behind and grabbed a key off the wooden shelf before handing it over to you.

"Here's your key; room 305, second floor. Enjoy your stay!" you both thanked her and made your way to the stairs, Four's hand leaving your waist as soon as you were out of sight.

"Two rooms, are you serious?" you whisper-yelled.

"Hey, we never discussed that!"

"We're supposed to be a married couple, of course we're taking a single room!" you exclaimed, rolling your eyes as you reached your room. Four opened it and cautiously looked around to make sure no one was around before locking the door behind you.

You tossed your bag on the bed and rubbed the heel of your hand against your forehead in frustration. Four watched your reaction and let out an amused scoff.

"She's just the receptionist, Eight, it's not that big of a deal."

With one last glance his way and a tut you fell on the bed, sighing loudly. You were glad it had a decent amount of room for you both.

"We're inside. Room 305" Four spoke through his mic.

"Alright. Two and Three are room 280. I'm going in with Five." One's voice answered on the other side. There was a pause. "Hey, Four?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't have too much fun."

"Oh, fuck off." he mumbled, rolling his eyes before turning the mic off and tossing it on the bedside table. A slight tint of pink began to color his cheeks and he cleared his throat, trying to brush the thoughts that accompanied One's words from his mind.

"This has to be the worst idea One has come up with so far. Who the hell decides to spend a night in a hotel where some crazy psychopath is planning his next attack?!" you complained, rubbing your hand over your face and sighing loudly.

"Are you afraid?" Four asked and you stayed silent for a moment, sighing softly as you turned so that your back was facing him.

"Of course i'm afraid." you admitted. There was no point in denying it. "Who knows what he might do while everyone's asleep?" You felt Four sit on the bed and closed your eyes, dreading the conversation awaiting you. You hated showing your vulnerable side, especially now that you had joined the Underground; there was no room for weakness. But after all you were still human and very much alive, avoiding your fear wasn't the easiest part of the job.

"He's not going to do anything. We're tracking him, we know his every move. One gets an alert every time he leaves his room."

You shrugged in response, pouting as your hands hands slipped under your head on the pillow. You inhaled then exhaled deeply, trying to calm your nerves as you still weren't fully convinced.

"Hey, you're safe here. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." you turned to lay on your back again and gave him a small smile, mentally apologizing for snapping at him.

"Promise you won't help him murder us in our sleep?" you joked and he let out a laugh, moving to lay down next to you.

"I'll spare your life, promise." he teased. You scrunched your nose at him, feigning a mocking expression before raising your eyes back to the ceiling, smiling. A couple of seconds went by and you felt him tentatively poke a finger into your side, causing you to jump.

"Don't even think about it, Four."

"What? You're ticklish?" he tried again and you slapped his hand away, biting down on your lips to try not to let any giggle out of your mouth.

"Fuck off!"

"You're ticklish."

Without warning he climbed over you, his legs on either side of you and pinning you to the bed as his fingers dug into your sides. You squealed and immediately burst out laughing, tears quickly forming in your eyes as you tried to push his hands away, squirming underneath him.

"Stop!" you shout between laughs as you tried to push him off, punching his chest with both hands. "I can't— breathe!"

"What? Isn't that what happy married couples do?"

"Fuck off! Stop, please!" He laughed at you and his hands eventually stilled, allowing you to catch your breath. But he didn’t move from his position, body hovering yours as he looked down at you with a grin. Your laughter gradually died down, both your smiles fading and cheeks heating up quickly as you suddenly became very aware of the proximity.

Four's eyes searched yours for a moment, looking for a sign that you and him both wanted the same thing. Your gaze darted back and forth between his eyes and his lips and you answered his unspoken question with a gentle nod, giving him your consent. Within the next seconds he leaned forward and pressed your lips together in a soft kiss, letting out a sigh of relief when you lips touched. You leaned up into the kiss, enjoying the feel of your lips moving in sync against each other, your breathing coming out slowly through your nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

By the time you parted from the kiss you were both panting, foreheads still pressed against one another as you smiled sweetly, a slight blush tinting your cheeks. Then Four leaned down again, kissing you once more before letting his lips move down to your jawline and neck.

You tilted your head back, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth when he nibbled on a particular spot, a soft moan leaving your mouth as your hands tangled in his hair.

"Can I touch you?" Four asked almost shyly, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. Your lips tilted up into a smile and you nodded your head, whispering the word "yes". Then you leaned your head up to close the gap between you again, your hands soon leaving his neck to unbutton and unzip your jeans just enough for him to slide his hand down into them.

"Shit..." you moaned out in a whisper, closing your eyes as his hand came in contact with your center, his fingers beginning to rub circles over your clit. Your hands moved behind his neck in response and your hips started to move, seeking more friction as you panted softly against his lips. Four tilted his head down to nip at your ear as he slipped his hand past your underwear and glided two fingers into you, effortlessly angling them just right and pumping them at the perfect pace, drawing a soft gasp out of you. You managed to tug your pants and underwear lower to give him easier access to your body, moaning as he pushed his fingers deeper in response.

It felt euphoric, the pleasure rapidly spreading to every nerve of your body. The coil in your stomach tightened embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

"Four, I— fuck." you tried to speak but all you could manage were whimpers and moans as your mind blurred with pleasure, your body tensing up as your right hand came to grip his hair while the other fisted onto the sheets. It didn't take long for you to continuously gasp and moan in the rhythm of his movements, and with a couple more thrust of his fingers you came with a drawn out cry, mouth falling open and head thrown back against the pillow, back arching while your fingers gripped the sheets. Four guided you through it all, whispering words of praise in your ear, kissing down your neck and only removing his fingers once you were completely finished.

You smiled as you calmed down from your high, your hands coming up to rest on his cheeks. Then you pulled him closer to you and reconnected your lips with his for a passionate kiss. His hand that wasn't holding him up above you went down to his belt, undoing it before pulling it off all while never breaking the kiss.

But before this could go any further, you were interrupted by three knocks on the door. You cursed under your breath, eyes growing wide in panic as you quickly pushed him off your body to get dressed. Four's expression mirrored your panicked one as he pulled his pants up and fixed his hair, trying his best not to look suspicious in case someone from the team was behind the door.

Then you ran to the bathroom and locked yourself there, running the shower water while Four answered the door.

About a minute later your heard the door close and cracked the bathroom door open, carefully peeping through the small gap before walking out.

"What was it?" you frowned, noticing the blush that was forming on Four's cheeks.

"Someone complained about the noise."

you froze, jaw dropping and gaping at him with wide eyes.

"But I— I..." you paused, unable to find a good combination of words. Then you let out a breath you were holding before speaking again. "...please tell me you're joking."

Four gave you a half amused, half apologetic smile as he shook his head which caused you to curse and hide your face in embarrassment. With a smile, he walked up to you and removed your hands from your face, chuckling before placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Do you think they believe in the married couple thing now?"

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Domestic life; Ben Hardy x reader

*Author’s note*

Here is a cute little drabble request I got from my Wattpad account, I had hoped to have also posted this yesterday but oh well (I mean the fic doesn’t really revolve around Valentine’s day but it’s still fluffy enough to be counted as such). So enjoy this sweet little drabble. 

Warnings: Fluffy till your teeth rot. Lockdowns due to COVID (BUT THAT’S IT. Just the word and mention of just lockdowns in general).

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@simonedk

@queensdivas

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@wormzteef

@geek-and-proud​

@queendeakyy​

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I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, even though I didn’t want to.  My arms raised over my head as I let out a tired groan and stretched myself out and let out a soft yawn.  I then looked over to my left and saw the man of life sleeping right beside me.  His golden locks looked like a halo under the rare chance we had a sunny day in London.

His tattoos exposed from his nightshirt, my favorite of course being his lion nose and mouth tattoo.  Those soft cute snores that came off his lips (even though he tries to deny it), and his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath he took. I raised my hand up and couldn’t help but lightly stroke the shape of his tattoo, very faintly tracing the curve of the nose, sliding my finger down the straight line before swaying across the bottom curve of the mouth.

“You know we could get you a matching set.” Ben’s sleepy baritone voice spoke up.  I looked up at him and said.

“If we did it’d have to be washable. You know how I am around needles.” He chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in closer.  “Did you sleep good?”

“I slept great. You?”

“Like a rockfish.” He placed a kiss to my forehead and we just looked into each other’s eyes.  “So what shall it be today?”

“Well you know WandaVision premieres today so wanna check it out?”

“I still can’t believe you made me binge the entire MCU movies during our lockdown.”

“And you loved it admit it. Hell Benny boy you were in the Marvel Universe. Granted it was solely owned by Sony before Disney bought the rights but it’s still the Marvel fandom.”

“So after that, then what shall we do?”

“Well we really can’t go anywhere so……wanna just have a lazy day in? No work out day, order take out for our three meals and maybe—fool around?” I teased with a wink.

“You are a cheeky mix.” He then captured my lips with his.

“Yes but—you did asked me to marry you. Which I’m surprised by the way.”

“What do you mean?” he asked as he began to kiss down my neck.

“Don’t act stupid Ben. I know about that affair with Joe and your little side hustle with Gwil. I swear it’s like I married 3 men instead of 1.”

“You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to marry me.” He said as he hovered over me.

“Yes I know.” He chuckled as he pecked my lips. Then again, and again and again. I giggled and playfully pushed him off of me and said. “Alright you human golden retriever.”

“You know that if I were going to be a dog, I’d be a beagle like Frankie.”

“Nah you’re a golden retriever. Silly, goofy, and loving all the way.” I bopped his nose before getting up and headed downstairs to let Frankie out into the backyard to go pee.

As soon as she saw me, she got out from her bed and I greeted her with a ruffle and scratch on her head.

“Hey there baby girl, ready for breakfast?” her head cocked to the side as her tail began wagging softly. “Come on let’s have breakfast.” She got out of her bed and trailed me to the kitchen.  I reached in and grabbed her dog food and dumbed a good amount into her dog bowl and she immediately started scarfing it down.

I began preparing breakfast and as I cracked the last egg, I felt Ben’s arms wrap around me and felt a kiss at my temple.

“You make the best omelets ever.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” I teased him.

“Who says I’m trying to flatter you? I’m stating pure fact.” I smiled at him.

“Well how about you give me a hand here instead of just standing there looking pretty.” He chuckled softly and saluted to me.

“Just tell me what to do Captain.” I then told him what to give me next and I proceeded to finish making the omelets.

Once they were done, Ben and I went over to the living room and I started up Disney+ to play the first 2 episodes of WandaVision.

“Okay so remind me again, is this before or after Endgame?” asked Ben.

“I wanna say this is after Endgame. Again I’ve been a little confused as to the timeline or what exactly is the time period here. All I know is that it’s like a sitcom now. And I can see that they’ve definitely gotten the exact cinematography down. You see how it’s a full screen and them using a single camera.”

“God I love it when you talk cinematography like that.”

“Sorry if I come across as annoying while we watch this.”

“No, no, no, no, no it’s fine. Really. It means you’ve got a good eye for camera angels. Remember when Dexter allowed you to film us when we were doing the We will rock you scene?”

“It was only for 10 minutes while he went to talk with the costuming department and to get him his 10th cup of coffee.”

“Still, he was amazed at the fact you helped with blocking and what you had already filmed. So much so we had it in the film.” I softly smiled and we continued to watch the episode, then watched the second one.

As the day went on, Ben and I kept watching various films as well as taking Frankie out for her walks.  The sun was just starting to set and Ben said.

“Alright one last movie of the day, I feel like if I keep eating more popcorn I won’t be able to fit into these sweats anymore.”

“I wouldn’t mind that. Whether you have a 6 pack or a bit of a pooh bear tummy, I’d love you either way.” He blushed at my compliment and scrunched himself into a ball as I poked his tummy.

“Alright so what shall our last movie be tonight?”

“Well, how about we do Gwil’s movie Top End Wedding?” Ben pondered before saying.

“Okay. Any reason why?”

“Well I—he and I may have talked about that shortly after it came out and I might have told him I’d already seen it when actually I didn’t.” I wearily said.

“Oh I see so you-you lied to my best mate about a movie he was in and wanted your opinion on.”

“Oh coming from you Mr. Oh yes I’ve drummed since I was 12!” I sassed back at him.  He shushed me and covered my mouth with his hand.  I pushed his hand away from my mouth and said. “So can we watch it? I’ve been busy and you know it.”

“Yeah I know love, you know I was just teasing.” He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and switched over to Hulu now and we found Gwil’s movie.  I’ll admit it took me by surprise (I mean based off the trailers I’ve seen it pretty much told the whole story) but the humor and message it sent out really spoke volumes that no other romcom has ever done before.

Plus the aerial shots were just amazing.  The way the cameras would pan over the river or the ridges, you can’t fake that breathtaking view with CGI.  After the movie was over, I let out a soft yawn.

“You tired?” questioned Ben.  I nodded, barely able to keep my eyes open any longer. “Alright, come on then you. Let’s get you into bed.” I moaned softly and held my arms out.

“Carry me.” I heard him chuckle but I felt him lift me up in his arms bridal style and he carried me all the way to our bedroom.

He set me down on the bed and cuddled up close to me before putting the duvet over us.  I automatically placed my head over his chest and placed my arm over his stomach while his arms came around me.

“I had fun today.” I said as I nuzzled into his chest.

“Me too. It’s nice to just kick back and relax for the day. Thank you babe.”

“Anything for my handsome boy.” He kissed the top of my head and soon the two of us cuddled closer (even though I don’t know how much closer we could be at this point) to one another till finally we fell fast asleep.

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[mistymazzello]

Illicit Affairs | chapter 4

Joe Mazzello x Reader

summary-Y/N, a failing actress in New York City, is offered an internship as Joe Mazzello’s assistant on the set of a movie. Her seemingly small crush on her boss could get her into trouble, but what does she have to lose?

word count- 6.1k (i got a little carried away)

warnings- smut, unprotected sex, all that stuff. (by reading on you’re confirming that you’re 18+😳)

a/n- i promise this last week and i’m just now posting it and i’m SO SORRY. pls let me know what you think!

based on illicit affairs by taylor swift

September turned over to October, bringing cold weather and days that slowly became shorter. You were done trying to stop your feelings for Joe, there was no stopping how you tirelessly obsessed over him. It made it worse that it almost, almost felt like he was reciprocating. But still, not quite. 

Joe finally started lightening up on scheduling, giving everyone a few days off every now and then and not having extremely early call times. This meant you weren’t leaving the apartment at 6 in the morning and coming back at 8 anymore, leaving time for you to be around your roommates. Now, did you want that time? Not exactly.

Cameron had hardly spoken two words to you since everything that happened the previous month, leaving an awkward tension always hanging around the apartment. One morning, the sky completely gray, leaving the city shakingly cold, Cameron walked into the kitchen while you stood on the phone as you poured coffee.

You were talking to Julia, who had called you to ask if you had any time to do some of her busy work for her, which you weren’t necessarily sure if you did, but you agreed to anyway. The phone call ended with her making some Fleetwood Mac reference that you didn’t understand, but you laughed either way. You hung up and set your phone down as you slowly stirred your coffee, Cameron sitting on a stool on the other side of the counter.

“Was that the director?” She asked softly.

You looked up, slightly stunned. “Um, no. Producer.” You answered.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “What does he want?”

“She just has some things that she needs me to do today.” You said. It was weird that she all of the sudden was trying to talk to you.

“So you like working on the movie then?” She asked.

You blinked. Was she trying to actually talk to you? “Yeah, I love it. I think it’s great.”

She nodded. “You think the movie’s gonna be good?”

You could’ve smiled. This was the first conversation the two of you had in weeks. You had to admit, you missed your best friend. “Yeah, actually it looks really good. I’m excited for it.” 

You pulled another mug from the cupboard and poured the rest of the coffee you had made into it, sliding it across the counter to her. She accepted it, picking it up to wrap her hands around it.

“I’m sorry that I got so mad.” She said, looking into her mug. It was a little late for an apology, but still, you accepted.

“It’s okay. You were upset.” You shrugged. 

She nodded and took a long sip from her coffee, still never looking up to meet your eyes.

“So can we stop being weird now? I miss how things were.” You said, setting your own mug on the counter.

She laughed slightly. “Yes. I was hoping we could stop doing this.” She smiled.

You sighed in relief and finally, things were normal. How they were supposed to be. Things felt more in place than ever as you went to set that day. Today was supposedly going to be very easy, but you had a sneaking suspicion that you were going to be there rather late.

Just as you had suspected, before you knew it, the sky was turning dark. Joe finally called it a day at 8, much to everyone’s relief.

“Go get some sleep, kid.” He hit the back of your head with his clipboard playfully.

“First off, ow.” You laughed, holding your hand to the back of your head.

“Have a good night, Mr. Mazzello.” Beck spoke as he pulled his jacket on.

“You too, Mr. Beck.” He saluted him.

A loud sigh escaped your lips as you wistfully watched him walk away. Why did he have to be so nice to you?

Something you had noticed was how close this cast and crew was. You weren’t as involved in that closeness as you would have liked to be, but you figured it was because you were much younger than all of them, and you were just about at the bottom of the food chain in terms of power.

You saw a few cast members congregating near Joe, so you decided that you weren't going to interrupt to tell Joe goodbye, you figured you could just text him something about heading out instead.

A little ways away from you, Joe saw you waving bye to a few people and his heart sunk. Before thinking, he cut off one of the actors who was talking. “Hey, do you care if I invite Y/N?”

A few people turned around to look in your direction, luckily you had your back turned to them.

“The intern?” One of them asked.

Joe quickly realized how desperate he must have sounded asking like that. “Yeah,” He said, shrugging, “She’s nice, I think you guys would like her.”

He wasn’t lying about that. He knew everyone would like you, and you were nice. But he wanted to invite you because he desperately wanted to spend more time around you, specifically outside of work.

They all agreed, and the conversation moved forward about the bar that they were going to that night. Joe excused himself and jogged over to you, right as you were about to leave. 

You saw him coming out of the corner of your eye and you turned in his direction, smiling. “Hey, I was just about to go.”

Disregarding what you said, he asked, “Me and a few people from the cast are going out for drinks, do you wanna come?”

“Tonight?” You responded, a bit taken back. You were a little too excited to be receiving this offer, but you tried your hardest to conceal the smile that was already on your face.

“Yeah.” He said, “I think we’re just gonna uber there in like 20 minutes.”

You weren’t used to receiving invitations like this, especially since you left college. “Oh.” You said, trying not to sound like a complete spaz. 

“So if you wanna stick around, I can tell you when we’re leaving?” He said, his hands in his pockets as he rocked onto his toes.

“Yeah, sure.” You smiled, wringing your hands together. 

He nodded and looked at the ground. He could hardly believe the way he was acting right now, it reminded him of high school. He was acting like a complete idiot, all because of you. All because of that stupid smile on your face.

“Oh,” he remembered, “and don’t tell Beck. He’s not invited.” He winked before walking away. He really shouldn’t be picking favorites like this, but how could he help it when one of you was a stuck up asshole and the other one was as sweet as you were?

Regardless, you were glad he liked you. It gave you some sort of validation for your feelings, even though deep down, you knew that your crush on him was hopeless.

When you showed up to the bar, it was freezing outside, yet incredibly warm inside. By the time you were shedding your jacket, which was only seconds after sitting down, Joe had ordered shots for everyone, saying that you had to take them in honor of the 12 hour day you had just worked. There were about 11 or 12 of you, spread out between a few booths. The bar wasn’t terribly busy, taken that it was a Wednesday night, but still, this was New York City, so places were always bustling. You were sat by Julia and a few of the other girls, subconsciously clinging to Julias presence like she was your mom. You got talking with a few of them, all of them remarkably talkative. The girl across from you, Charlotte, who was probably the closest to your age out of everyone, began talking to you about the internship.

After you explained the whole situation about how you got the internship, conveniently leaving out the part about Cameron, you were about to ask her about how she had got casted, but she spoke first. “You know, everyone loves you. No offense if he’s your friend, but I think I speak for everyone when I say we prefer you over Beck.”

“Oh, god, he’s not my friend.” You laughed. “He hates me.”

“Oh my god,” Her eyes lit up “He hates me too! I’m always like, dude, you need to calm the fuck down.” She said, picking up her drink to take a sip.

“Me too! He always says I’m unprofessional.” You frowned.

“I think he has some personal issues he needs to sort out.” She said.

“Mommy issues.” Julia piped up before finishing off her glass.

The three of you laughed, the attention shifting swiftly over to the girl sitting next to Charlotte, Lola, who was whispering something in her ear. 

“Oh, god, Lola, don’t be gross.” She groaned.

Lola pulled away and grabbed her drink off the table then looked back at Charlotte. “Wish me luck.” She smiled.

You tilted your head slightly as she stood up from the table, walking slowly over to the bar. Wondering what she needed luck for, you tried not to stare as she approached the bar. You didn’t pay any mind to Joe, who was standing next to her, until she began to talk to him.

Your face flushed as you realized what she was doing. She was trying to flirt with Joe. It wasn’t until you looked back at the table until you realized that Charlotte and Julia were both looking at her, too.

Julia looked back and you exchanged a glance. “Is she...?”

“Trying to sleep with Joe? Yes.” Charlotte said, looking slightly disgusted.

You didn’t say anything as you looked into your drink, swirling the glass around as you contemplated your defeat. She was at least 7 or 8 years older than you, much closer to Joe’s age, an established actress, and much more in his league. All at once, you began to realize how stupid you were for ever thinking you and Joe had something between you. 

“She could get into big trouble for that.” Julia chided. “It’s in the contract that all of you signed. No relationships.”

“Does fucking count as a relationship?” Charlotte set her chin in her palm.

Julia chuckled. “No, I guess not, if it’s not ongoing.”

“Ah, then she has a chance.” Charlotte said, all three of you turning your attention back to the two of them.

Over at the bar, Joe's mind was scrambling. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what Lola was doing. He’d seen it a million times. He wanted to be nice, but he wanted to cut this off before it went any further and he had to reject her. He had been waiting for the right moment to approach you without making it seem like he was hitting on you. He genuinely just wanted to talk to you.

But, as the minutes passed, Lola was not taking any hints. She continued to talk, continued to touch his arm playfully, even though Joe was reciprocating none of it.

Julia ended up leaving within the next 30 minutes, saying something about how her partying days were far behind her. You and Charlotte stayed at the table, ordering drink after drink, giggling as you talked about your past relationships, it almost made you forget about what was going on across the room.

“I have you beat on the worst breakup.” She laughed. “A guy once broke up with me after I flew across the country to see him. On my birthday.”

You gasped dramatically. “No.”

“Yes.” She laughed. “Arguably the worst day of my life.”

The two of you sat, giggly and tipsy, for a few quiet moments. “Why didn’t I know you were so fun?” She asked “I feel like we’ve hardly ever talked before and we’re around each other everyday.”

You sighed. “I don’t know. I just feel like a bit of an outsider because I’m so much younger than everyone.” You opened up. If you didn’t have any alcohol in your system, you would have never said this to her.

“Aw,” She frowned “Like I said, Y/N, we all love you. Everyone always mentions how sweet you are.” 

“Really?” You smiled.

‘Yes, really. Especially Joe. He never shuts up about you.” She said. 

You looked into her dark eyes and tilted your head. “What? Really?” Your heart could’ve jumped out of your chest.

“Yeah, he’s always like ‘Oh, I’m gonna wait up for Y/N. Have you seen Y/N yet today? Y/N this, Y/N that” She imitated him, her hands waving around as she did a horrible impression of his voice.

You laughed a little, your smile never faltered. Was she telling the truth? Did he talk about you so much that she had noticed it?

You finally remembered the whole Lola thing, your eyes glancing over the bar. Now they were sitting down, she was leaning over to him, talking, as he took a drink. You sighed and looked back at Charlotte, who was downing the rest of her third or fourth drink.

“I should probably go pull her off of him.” She sighed, her eyes following yours over to the bar. “She’s drunk as fuck, she needs to go home and maybe try again when she’s not wasted.”

She gave you a pat on the head, making you smile, as she stood up. “I’ll see you on Saturday.” She said, giving your head one last pat before walking over to the bar. You watched as she came up behind Lola, resting her hand on her back and giving her a soft smile as she spoke to her. It was obvious that Lola was resisting, but Charlotte was persistent, and she eventually hopped off of her chair and followed her. The two of them waved to you as they walked out of the bar, you gave them a quick grin and waved back. You almost sighed in relief. You had finally made some friends.

Joe was now sitting by himself at the bar, and you alone at the table. As long as you didn’t try anything like Lola did, you didn’t think it would be weird if you went and sat by him. Maybe that was the alcohol talking, but you still got up and walked over to him, pulling the stool out to sit down next to him.

When he had originally heard the stool next to him move, he thought it was just another girl trying to talk to him, and he almost let out an exasperated sigh. But it wasn’t just another girl. It was you. Instead, he sighed in relief.

“Hey, kid.” He said, taking a drink from his beer.

“Hi.” You said, scooting the chair in.

“You have fun?” He asked, setting his beer down to turn to you.

“Mhm.” You nodded. “Charlotte’s so nice.”

“Good.” He gave you a closed mouth smile. “I’m glad.”

You realized that you had left your drink back at the table when you all of the sudden had nothing to do with your hands. Joe must have noticed at the same time, because just as you were about to order something, he beat you to it.

“Can we get two shots of fireball?” He asked.

“Oh god.” You set your face in your palm. 

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to drink it.” He said.

“What, you’re going to take both to try and impress me?” You giggled, setting your forearms on the counter.

He shook his head with a small laugh as the bartender handed them over. He set one in front of you and one in front of him.

“Okay.” He started. “Truth or drink.”

“Oh,” You smiled “I can do that.”

“Ladies first.” He smirked, crossing his arms as he looked at you. It almost felt like he was taunting you, his arms almost making you drool as they stretched out his shirt.

You smirked back. Only thinking for a quick moment, you knew what you wanted to ask. “When’s the last time you slept with someone?” You asked, a cocky look on your face. Even if you were crossing a line by asking that, you could hardly care. It felt hotter than it did when you had first gotten there, but that could be coming from the warm feeling in your cheeks from the alcohol. Or because you were blushing. He wasn’t going to answer something like that to you.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the shot. “Last month?” He estimated. You were a little bit shocked that he answered, and that he didn’t hesitate to do so.

Your eyebrows must have been raised or your eyes must have been wide, because he asked, “What? Did you think I was gonna say 3 years ago?” 

“What? No,” You laughed “I just… who?” You asked, almost out of instinct. Almost out of jealousy.

“Nope. Not your turn.” He shook his head. He leaned closer to you, prompting you to lean closer to him. “If you had to have sex with one guy in this bar, right now, who would it be?” He said, his voice low, even though no one around would be able to hear anyways over the buzz of the crowd. 

You hummed in thought, turning away from him to look around you. “I think…” You started, turning back to lean forward into him “the bartender down at the other end is cute enough?” You lied.

Joe’s jaw clenched. He didn’t know what he expected, but he couldn’t help but be disappointed. Before he could respond, you cleared your throat, unbeknownst to him that you had noticed his reaction. 

“My turn.” You smiled. You went back and forth for a little while longer, desperately trying to ask a question to get the other person to drink, but nothing worked. The bar was loud, there were lots of people around, but still, you could only see each other. You could only feel the way his shoulder was rubbing against yours, you could only smell the whiskey on his breath and you could only think about how much you wanted him right now.

A few rounds later, it was Joe’s turn. He could feel the heat radiating from your face, and he thought your top was ridiculously low cut. Especially when you leaned over the bar. The way your knee would bump his was driving him crazy. It prompted him to come up with this question.

“What’s the oldest you’d be willing to sleep with?” He said, his expression straight and serious.

You reached to rub the back of your neck under your hair as you thought. Your heart began to quicken as you thought of all of the possible responses, until you finally settled on what happened to be one of the most risky answers. “Well,” You began, subconsciously leaning in so you were closer to his face, “How old are you?”

His jaw clenched again, but this time, not out of anger or jealousy. Out of lust and pent up desire.  “Oh,” He said, his hand which was already brushing your knee moved from his leg to ghost over the top of yours. “Is that how it is?” His hand came to rest on your thigh, and he slid it so it was just slightly underneath your skirt on the inside of your thigh. 

“Joe,” You breathed, closing your eyes as you clenched your thighs, trapping his fingertips. 

“Yes?” He spoke softly into your ear, his voice low and sharp.

“Please.” You pouted, still not opening your eyes. His hand was warm on your inner thigh, but not as hot as the heat radiating from under your panties, which you thought Joe could for sure feel.

Just like that, he ripped his hand away from you, earning a whine from your lips as you leaned your head back. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, your eyes watched his hands intently. He pulled out a 50 and tossed it onto the bar, then stood up. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you off your chair. “Let’s go.” He grumbled, lightening his grip on your wrist to let his hand slide into yours. He practically pulled you out of the bar, and even though it was a cool fall night outside, you were still burning up.

He hailed a cab quickly as your head spun by how quickly things had turned. Even though both of you were as horny as you had ever been before, he still opened the taxi door for you. You climbed in, settling in the seat on the opposite side of the door before Joe climbed in, telling the driver his address quickly before moving to the middle seat to immediately grab your inner thigh roughly. Your hand wrapped around his bicep, you squeezed his arm to try and distract yourself from the wetness pooling in your underwear. His grip was deathly and his breathing was harsh as the two of you sat in heated silence. You had to physically try to stop yourself from making any further moves on him, opting to rest your forehead on his shoulder. In a moment of sweetness rather than lust, Joe kissed the top of your head lighty. Although the moment did make your heart melt, you still couldn’t focus on anything other than how badly you needed him.

“How far are we from your apartment?” You lifted your head up to whisper.

“Like 2 minutes.” He said. You let out a low, short groan. 

“I know, baby.” He whispered.

You had decided that this had been the longest two minutes of your life. Between the way Joe’s legs kept twitching, to how his hand was slowly moving up your thigh, riding your skirt up, you were almost on the verge of tears by the time you pulled up to Joe’s apartment. He handed the driver some money, mumbling something about keeping the change as the two of you climbed out.

He grabbed your hand and you both tried not to sprint into the apartment building. The elevator ride was almost as excruciating as the taxi. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other, his hand moving from the small of your back to squeeze your ass, earning a sharp breath in from you.

He fumbled with the key as he tried to unlock his door as quickly as possible. As if you could get anymore impatient, you were 2 seconds away from ripping the key out of his hands and doing it yourself when he finally opened the door, grabbing you by the fabric of your shirt and pulling you inside. It was pitch black, the only light coming from the city lights outside the windows. Using the grip he had on your shirt to turn you towards him, he pulled you into him. He kissed you messily, slowly backing you up until your back hit the door. It was a mess of clashing teeth and tongue as you desperately kissed each other, all of the pent up desire coming out all at once. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood on your toes to kiss him, his hands moving from your hips to your ass. He slid one of his hands down to the underside of your thigh, lifting your leg up so your knee was at his side. He growled into your mouth and you could only manage a whimper, your mind scrambling for a single coherent thought. He lifted his leg slightly to rub against your core, his jeans creating a rough texture. Instinctually, you grinded against his thigh, but your movements were limited as he had you pinned against the door.

He broke away, moving his lips to bite your earlobe. You let out an exhausted moan, dipping your head back to hit the wooden door behind you. He lifted his leg higher at this, almost lifting you off your feet by your core. 

“Joe” You sobbed, your fingers pulling at his hair. You felt him smile against your neck.

He moved his head back up to kiss you again, this time his hands on both sides of your face. This kiss was slower, but just as passionate. He pulled you to the bedroom, not bothering to turn on any lights on his way there, opting to find his way in the dark. You already noticed that he had a habit of pulling you by the fabric of your shirt. Something you could definitely get used to.

Once you did make it to the bedroom, he wasted no time pushing you backwards onto the bed. Your back bounced against the mattress and you sat up on your elbows as he crawled on top of you, meeting your lips again. He grabbed both of your hands and held them for a second, then slowly moved them so they were pinned above your head. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was enough to keep you in place. 

He pulled away to hover inches above your face, both of you panting. “I’m gonna ask you this, and I’m only going to ask you this once.” He said darkly, his voice overcome by lust. 

You nodded eagerly, yet still staying silent.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked deeply.

You nearly moaned at the tone of his voice. 

“Need to hear you say it, baby.” He growled.

“Yes” You cried, begging him to do something.

That must have been a tipping point for him, because he let go of your wrists and tugged at the hem of your skirt, pulling it along with your underwear down and off of your legs. He tossed them to the ground and grabbed you by both of your thighs, lowering himself so his head was in between them. 

He groaned as he looked at you, his grip slightly lightening as he admired how wet you already were. He placed a kiss to your lower thigh, looking back up at you. You were splayed out on his bed, your hair hanging in your face, your chest heaving. A sight he could get used to.

From there, he wasted no time diving in between your legs, licking your clit as he wrapped his arms tightly around your thighs, moving your legs so they were over his shoulders.

Your head was spinning as you slammed it back against a pillow on the unmade bed. You were hardly processing what was going on, your vision was blurry and your thoughts all bled together, the only thing you could feel was Joe.

You writhed underneath his touch, bucking your hips. His large hands laid over your stomach, holding you down. “Sit still.” He mumbled against you, the rumble of his voice pulsing through your entire body. You tried to still your hips, unable to stop them from twitching from pleasure. 

His fingertips dug into your thighs as he began holding you tighter and tighter. He only ever touched your clit, only using his tongue, but it was more than enough for you. One of your hands was tangled in his hair, and the other was holding onto the pillow under your head. In the distance, but still at an embarrassingly fast rate, you could feel your orgasm coming on. 

He must have sensed that you were close, or took a hint from the way you swirled your hips and pulled at his hair, because he smirked against you, then immediately pulled his head away.

“Joe” You whined, your grip on his hair loosening quickly.

He shook his head lightly, climbing back on top of you. He put his hands on either side of your head, and admired you under him for a second, even though you looked slightly disappointed. He leaned down to kiss you slowly, taking the feeling in.

As much as he would love to bask in that feeling and kiss you for the rest of eternity, he didn’t know how much longer he could take not fucking you. He pulled your shirt over your head without warning, leaving you in nothing but your bra.

Deciding that the ratio of clothes-taken-off was uneven, you reached for his belt buckle, grabbing him by the back of the neck with your other hand to pull him back down to kiss you. You fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to figure it out how to get it undone with your eyes closed.

Joe sighed into your mouth, pushing your hands away from his belt to do it himself. You giggled slightly, causing him to try and suppress a grin as you kissed. He took his belt off and you heard it hit the hardwood floor, followed by the sound of his pants unzipping. The thought of what you were about to get nearly made your eyes roll back in your head, the wetness spread across your inner thighs only growing.

You pulled the hem of his shirt up, breaking away from the kiss for only a second to allow him to pull it over his head, disregarding it with the rest of your clothes on the floor. Your fingers danced along the waist of his pants for a moment, then you slipped your hand inside. Joe was an extremely smooth kisser, but his rhythm was interrupted when you cupped him over his underwear, making him stifle his movements. You smirked and held him slightly tighter, making his arms nearly buckle as he groaned into you. 

He let your little power trip last for a few more seconds before he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from him. He grabbed your other wrist with the same hand and then held your hands over your head. He let go, but you held your hands where they were as he pulled his pants and boxers off.

Normally, in a situation like this, one you had been in times and times before, you would feel vulnerable. Laying naked on someone else’s bed while they undress, completely and utterly at their demand. But, for some reason, you felt safe and taken care of. You felt so secure in his touches as he set his hand on your thigh, moving himself to settle in between your legs. 

He looked at you, your hands above your head as you looked back at him expectantly. He couldn’t help but pump himself a few times before finally lining himself up to your entrance. He reached up and set a hand by your head, the other holding his shaft. He stalled for a moment, taking time to look down at your pussy, sliding his tip up and down your slit. 

You lifted your hips expecting him to push himself inside of you. “Please.” You whispered. 

He looked back up at you, then leaned over you further, so his face was inches from yours. “Please what, baby?”

You reached up to set a hand on his broad shoulder which was flexed from holding himself up. “Please fuck me.” You begged. 

He chuckled lightly. “Aw, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.” He smiled. He pushed himself into you, and months of tension suddenly came undone. 

He bottomed out, and your grip on his shoulder moved down to dig your nails into his shoulder blade. You shut your eyes and pushed your head further back into his pillow. “Oh my fucking god.” You staggered. 

Joe couldn’t find it in himself to move right away, basking in the feeling of filling you up. He had thought about this exact moment too many times to take it for granted. 

You took the liberty to move your own hips in a circle, causing him to grunt into your ear. He pulled out nearly all the way, then moved back in slowly. 

As much as he wanted to take his time with you, the girl he had been obsessed with for the last 3 months finally underneath him, he began to feel himself losing control. His pace quickened at an insane rate, making you want to cover your mouth to try and stifle the ungodly moans coming out of you. 

He lowered his head into your neck as he moved his hips against yours, making you lean your head back to expose your whole neck to him. 

You felt him bite you softly, making you yelp in surprise. Heart fluttering, your cheeks flushed as he kissed your neck harshly. He began to slam into you harder, moving your whole body with every thrust. Red marks began to form on his back where you had dug all of your nails into his lower back. 

His pace only got rougher and rougher as time went on, only making things more and more passionate. 

“Joe, oh my god, please don’t stop, please please please please.” You rambled out of bliss. The feeling of build-up from earlier made a return as he lifted himself up, his hands on either side of your head. 

He grabbed your thigh and held it up close to his hip, trying to find a better angle for you, he could tell you were close. He realized he had gotten that angle when you yelled out his name, arching your back into him, your voice broken and raspy. 

“You close baby?” He asked his tone unrecognizable from the one you normally knew. 

“Yes” You cried, grabbing into his hair unintentionally. 

He lifted your leg over his shoulder with a grunt, hitting an unimaginable spot. He grabbed your throat to force you to look at him and leaned over you, his nose nearly touching yours. “Come on, give it to me, Y/N.” He growled. 

Your vision went white as your orgasm hit you. Your jaw dropped open as he watched you come undone around him. Your whole body pulsed as you gasped for air. He let you come down from your high, riding it out roughly until your eyes fluttered open again. 

All at once, he pulled out of you and grabbed your ankle, yanking your leg off of his shoulder. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your knees, then grabbed you by a fistful of your hair and pushed your head down into the mattress. He began slamming into you again, the aftershock of your orgasm not even close to being over yet. You couldn’t do anything but let the tears welling in your eyes spillover as you cried his name over and over. 

He pounded into you, his teeth gritted as he pushed your head further down into the bed. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, especially not with you like this. He yanked your hair up and pulled you close to him so he could talk into your ear. 

“Do you know,” He spat with gritted teeth “how long I’ve waited to fuck you like this?” He wrapped an arm around your body to rub circles on your clit, his other hand moving you grab you by the throat again. “Having to see you, every. Fucking. Day. And not being able to have you? I thought I was crazy, Y/N, crazy for wanting to do the things I wanted to do to you. Things like this. But now I can see,” He began losing control of his body, his rhythm slowing as he could feel himself about to come “the feeling was mutual.” 

He came inside of you as your second orgasm hit you out of nowhere, causing you to topple over as his movements slowed, your cum mixing with his. You moaned breathing in and out as he slowly came to a stop. “I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” He sighed. 

“Fuck.” He breathed. You sniffed and let out one last sob before he pulled out, causing you to wince. The rest of your body collapsed onto the bed as you panted, trying to catch your breath. He fell onto the bed next to you, the only movement you were able to manage was moving your hands up to wipe the tears off of your face. 

Joe reached over and held you by the hip, pulling you to face him. He wrapped an arm around you to splay a hand in between your shoulder blades and moved the other to cup your cheek. His eyes moved from your eyes to your cheek. He stroked his thumb across your face to wipe the tears from your cheeks, your eyes fluttered shut under his touch. “Are you okay?” He spoke softly. 

“Mhm.” You hummed lightly. You pressed a hand against his chest and moved to set your forehead on his shoulder. He rolled onto his back and you laid your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms completely around you. 

Neither of you said anything, the room silent as your breathing slowly synced together. Joe couldn’t wipe his stupid, blissful smile off of his face as he rubbed your back lightly. 

You couldn’t think about anything other than his heartbeat under your ear. Not the contract you signed, not Lola or Beck, not how much money you had and not how Joe was your boss. You only thought about the heartbeat you heard and the boy who owned it. 

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[goldenmazzello]

Naughty wife.

Warning: SMUT (+18), language, mentions of alcohol.

W/C: 1.5k

~~~

You were having dinner, alone. After an exhausting day at work the only thing that would make you feel better was your favorite food and a good wine. You put your favorite sitcom on tv so you would feel less lonely.

You missed Joe so much, he was in London filming Bohemian Rhapsody. The last time you saw him was two months ago when you flew to the UK to surprise him for his birthday.

He wanted you to call him tonight, before going to sleep. You knew that it was pretty late in London but he was going to say up only for you.

As you finished dinner, you went upstairs. You stood in your bedroom while looking at yourself in the mirror, phone pressed to your ear. You were slightly tipsy and wanted to sleep but you didn’t care, you wanted to hear his voice before.

“Please Joe, pick up already.” You mumbled and kept staring at your reflection. Why wasn’t he picking up? Did he fall asleep?

You got frustrated and threw your phone on the bed. You huffed. You had to to something. Something that would make him regret not answering your call.

You grinned devilishly and started to get rid of your clothes until you were only in your underwear. You picked your phone up again and pressed record.

“So, Joe”, you giggled. Suddenly, the whole thing got funny. Blame it on the alcohol. “Why didn’t you pick up when I called you?” You were filming your reflection in the mirror and pouted. “It would have been a nice call, you know…”, you said and walked back to your bed, turning the camera, showing your face. “You know how I am when I’m drunk.” You said and removed your bra. “You could have seen this.” You started to massage your breast. “All of it.” You said while holding your phone further away to film your stomach and more.

Your hands kept moving down your stomach, into your panties. You moaned and bit your lip, making sure your body was full on screen. “I could have moaned your name, Joey.” You groaned while rubbing yourself. “But you’re not here.” You removed your panties and spread your legs to show him how wet your were and what he was missing. “Just imagine, what you could do to me, your dear wife, if you were actually here.” You moaned louder and let one finger disappear into your throbbing core. “Oh.“ You started to pump faster. You shouted and cursed as added a second finger. You were extra loud to make sure you would annoy him and make him lose control. I fact, he was the only one who could make you scream.

You imagined he was there, with his body over you and pumping in and out of you. With that on your mind, you quickly reached your high and put the camera back up, so your face was on screen. “You’d better pick up that damn phone call.” You grinned before ending the video.

You bit your lip and sent him a message. “Watch this when you’re alone. Make sure you are really alone.“ You pressed send and added the video.

You left your phone on the nightstand and laughed. You knew he was going to punish you for that.

You woke up to the sound of your phone. You groaned and reached over to pick up without checking who was calling “Hello?”

“(Y/n), what the fuck?” You heard Joe groan.

It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about. “Oh, you watched it?” You smirked. You tried to imagine his reaction.

“Yes, fuck, (Y/n) I watched it in the middle of the set with everyone around me.”

“What!” You screamed. He laughed out loud. “That’s not funny.”

“Calm down, no one saw a thing. I was alone when I watched it. Why did you send me this when I wasn’t there? God, (Y/N), when I come home… I’ll show you what happens to girls like you.” He said.

“Girls like me?” You asked with a grin. This would be fun. “Yes, little bad and naughty girls like you. What you said in the video, blaming me, you’ll pay for that” He threatened.

“You won’t be home for weeks” You reminded him.

“But I won’t forget it.”

~~~

You were laying on the couch. The house was so empty without Joe. It seemed enormous when you were on your own.

You sent the video two days ago and he was back to his normal self. He answered none of your calls. You got slightly worried. What if he was sick and didn’t want to tell you so as not to worry you?

But suddenly, you heard the door was being opened. You walked through the house and saw him. He was standing there, closing the door. He left his luggage in the corner and stared at you. He shouldn’t be here. He was supposed to be gone for at least two more weeks.

Joe didn’t say anything when he approached you. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. You wrapped your hands around his neck and he lifted you up, so you could put your legs around his waist.

“I’ve been thinking of you all the time, honey.” He groaned and kissed your neck while walking you into the living room. “I’ve watched this video for hours and you could imagine what I did…but I need more.” He said and lay you on the couch. “I need everything. I need to feel your touch. Your lips. You.” He bit his lower lip and brushed his thumb against your lip. “I’ve missed your lips so fucking much. Your beautiful lips around my cock.” He leaned down and kissed you hungrily, exploring your body with his large hands. “You’ve been a bad girl, (Y/n), you had fun without me.” He sat down on the end of the couch and watched you. “(Y/n), you know what bad girls have to do, when they’ve been caught?” You nodded and bit your lip. Slowly, you unzipped his pants and let his erection spring free. He was so hard, waiting for you to do something.

You smirked and twirled your tongue over his tip, enjoying his reaction. He hissed and grabbed your head. You licked his length and took as much as you could into your mouth.

He moaned satisfied and you took him deeper, down your throat and gagged slighlty. You knew he loved it, so you did it again and moaned to send vibrations over him.

His moans filled the room and you bobbed your head up and down, licking and twirling around him, until he couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck.” He cursed as he came. He looked at you and laughed exhausted. “Good girl. Now let me pleasure you.” He grinned and pressed you down.

First, Joe got rid of his clothes, then started to undress you slowly. He took his time to admire every part of your body, massaged your breasts, licked over them, and made you even wetter. It’s been a long time.

His tongue wandered down your body, over your stomach until he reached the spot where you wanted him the most. “Who is the only one who can make you come?” He asked you and stroked over your thigh.

“You” You breathed.

“Who? Sorry, I didn’t hear that.” He smirked down at you.

“Fuck, Joe, you. Only you. Now do something please.” You yelled desperately.

He chuckled to himself and disappeared between your legs. He licked your folds slowly, adding pressure with his thumb over your clit and his tongue disappeared in a fast pace in and out of you.

"Oh, Joey.” You moaned and tugged his hair. He always did magic when he was between your legs. His tongue twirled over your soft spot and he stared up at you, watching every reaction. You felt your orgasm build in your stomach, but suddenly he stopped. You gasped and wanted to protest when he slammed his rocking hard cock into you.

"Fuck.” You screamed out of pleasure. He could have warned you at least.

“You’re so wet and warm, (Y/N). Just for me, right?” He breathed and pumped in and out of you in a rapid pace. You knew he wouldn’t be gentle.

"Joe…” You moaned and scratched over his back. He didn’t notice you were leaving marks over his body, he was lost in the moment.

His thrusts were hard and fast and with every move he took, the couch moved over the floor.

"Will you ever record yourself again?” He asked you but you couldn’t say anything, he was blowing your mind.

His thrusts became harder and deeper and you knew he was close, just like you. With a loud scream of his name you came all over him and he did the same shortly after.

"Oh my God.” You breathed and started to laugh. “I should send you more of these videos.” You chuckled.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson?” He asked you and gave you a quick peck.

“Yes, I did. With these videos you would come home to me faster than imagined.” You stated and brushed through his hair. "I missed you, Mr. Mazello.”

“I missed you too, Mrs. Mazzello.” He kissed your forehead and held you in his arms.

The house didn’t feel empty anymore. 

MASTERLIST

#joe mazzello fanfic #borhap cast #joe mazzello fluff #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #borhap #borhap boys x reader #borhap cast x reader #joe mazzello angst #joe mazzello fanfiction #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello smut #joe mazzello blurb #borhap boys #goldenmazzello

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Present Race

Fandom: RPF, American Actor RPF, British Actor RPF, Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Original Female Character, Original Child Character, Rami Malek,

Word Count: 1100// Rating: Gen

Summary: It's time for a birthday but who will win first place in the present race?

Tags/ Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Kids, Babies, Birthday Parties, Borhap Cast, Friends, Established Relationship, Requested Fic, Request

Notes: working my way through requests. They're now closed till after halloween challenge

REQUEST - @borhapgirlforlife19

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader oneshot where it's their daughter's first Birthday and they have a party at their house with Joe's family, reader's family, and the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe sits on the floor opening her gifts with his daughter beside him and she helps Joe tear off the wrapping paper and she lights up when he shows her the gifts and everybody takes pictures and gushes over how adorable she is?

‘Oh open mine first,’ Rami said grabbing a sleek square parcel off of the floor and handing it to Joe. He was sitting on the floor of the lounge, piles of presents around him and his daughter, Ellie, in between his legs. She was watching everyone excitedly though she didn’t quite understand the reason they were all gathered around was for her. It was her first birthday and though Joe and Y/N hadn’t gone all out with a massive birthday party they had invited their close friends around for dinner and cake to celebrate. 

‘Oh yeah put us all to shame,’ Ben chuckled as Joe took it off his friend. 

‘Yeah, get in first and hope we can’t outdo right Rami?’ Gwilym said with a smile. 

‘What can I say,’ he shrugged, ‘there’s a reason he picked me to be godfather.’ 

‘We picked,’ Y/N said coming to sit down beside Rami on the couch. 

‘Shall we just get our coat, Ben?’ Gwilym said with a chuckle. 

‘Think we better had mate,’ Ben chuckled. 

Before anyone could say anything else Ellie made a frustrated noise. She had been sitting looking up at Joe who was unknowingly holding the present just out of her grasp. Joe noticed her and said, ‘oh sorry honey.’

He placed the package on the floor where she immediately started to paw at it grasping the neat wrapping in her chubby grip. With a giggle of excitement, she yanked at it squealing as chunks of it started to come off in her hand. 

‘Be careful mate,’ Ben said, ‘she might have your hand off.’

‘She’s got good taste,’ Rami said. Soon enough Joe started helping her and they pulled off all the wrapping paper until it was completely unwrapped. It was a small shoe box which once Joe opened revealed a tiny pair of trainers. 

‘Are those trainers?’ Ben asked.

‘Not just any they’re bloody Gucci,’ Gwilym said with a whistle. 

‘Nice,’ Joe said, ‘I mean she will one hundred per cent kick them off after five minutes but they’re pretty neat.’ 

‘Oh they’ll be on the floor of any store we go to within seconds but they’re pretty cute I must say,’ Y/N said.

As if to prove her parent’s point Ellie took that opportune moment to grab one of the shoes in her scrunched-up fist and launch it out towards where the boys were sitting though it somehow went backwards clunking Joe on the head. 

‘Ouch,’ Joe said which only made her giggle. 

‘Well that was worth it even if she won’t wear them,’ Rami laughed. 

‘Yeah very funny,’ Joe grumbled. His moaning wasn’t taken notice of for long though as Ellie was up off her bottom and crawling towards the neat pile of presents a little way out of her reach. She grabbed out for one but Joe merely leaned forward and took it out of her reach. 

‘Dada,’ she grumbled though her pout seemed to retreat as he placed it in front of her. She immediately started tugging the paper off. 

‘I guess we’re not allowed to know who this one is off are we El,’ Y/N chuckled. 

‘It’s me,’ Gwilym said as Ellie continued to ravage what was now showing to be a big box. The box was brightly coloured something that seemed to get the baby’s attention immediately. 

‘What is it?’ Rami asked peering over Ellie’s head which was blocking his view. 

‘This pull-along toy thing,’ Gwilym said, ‘it’s a caterpillar you pull along. Meant to help with walking and stuff. And it’s good for motor skills and-’

‘And you did pages of research right Gwil?’ Joe chuckled. 

‘Well you gotta get it right, right?’ he asked, a little tinge of pink now across his cheeks and nose.

‘Well if not just throw cash at it right?’ Ben said. 

‘Hey just because that’s what you do with all the girls in your life,’ Rami said holding his hands up and making a laugh ring out around the room. Even Ellie giggled along oblivious to the joke she’d missed. 

‘It’s lovely Gwil,’ Y/N said looking at the ornate wooden toy her daughter had seemingly lost all interest in as it was discarded with the shoes as she headed back to the other present that was laying just out of her reach. 

‘Looks like she’s not too fussed,’ Rami said. 

‘That’s because our girl has taste,’ Ben said sliding off of the couch until he was sitting in a similar position to Joe, legs splayed around the present that was in front of him. Ellie crawled to it, pulling herself up on the large box as she got there. She stood wobbling slightly. 

‘What do you think El?’ Ben said, ‘should we open it?’ 

‘Open,’ she giggled banging on the box with her chubby fist. 

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Ben said pulling wrapping paper off the box with little help from Ellie. 

‘What is it?’ Gwilym said. 

‘A baby drumkit,’ Rami said.

‘Oh great,’ Y/N said. 

‘Yeah thanks man,’ Joe said as Ben opened the box and pulled it out. It was a plastic stand with individual sections that could be played. Buttons and knobs for turning. Bright lights and things to fiddle with littered the small console. 

‘Hey,’ Ben said, ‘it’s our job to make sure she drives you up the wall. Besides, it’s not just a drumkit. It’s a complete set of musical instruments in one handy console.’ 

As if that was her cue Ellie started banging on some of the buttons making it whizz to life. A sickly-sweet voice rang out saying, ‘dog!’ which was then followed by a woof. Ben moved around, his hand on Ellie’s side keeping her upright as she started to smash the buttons under her fingers. A cacophony of animal noises rang out around the room not waiting for the machine to finish speaking before it was announcing the next one. 

‘Am I back in the running for best present then?’ Rami said looking between his friends. 

‘Let’s see how long it takes the batteries to run out before we make a decision huh?’ Joe chuckled. 

‘You like it El?’ Ben said looking into the baby’s round hazel eyes. She nodded, ‘gizza kiss then,’  Ben said placing his cheek in front of her as two chunky fists slapped him roughly in the face before drool-covered lips placed a kiss on his cheek. 

‘Now there’s a review we can’t compete with,’ Gwilym said. 

‘What did you expect?’ Y/N laughed, ‘Ben’s got a way with women.’ 

#my writing #the present race #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy #gwilym lee #rami malek #fluff

[orwocolor]

saturday mornings with borhap boys in bed

AN: As always, the rest of the boys are under the cut. Enjoy and don’t forget to comment :)

Gwilym

a loud beeping noise startles you

your body jerks up, and with your eyes still closed, your hand shoots to an alarm clock sitting on your bedside table, snoozing the alarm as quickly as possible

you groan and burrow back into duvets

you scoot over to gwilym who’s lying right next to you

although he’s still half asleep, he opens his arms wide and let you snuggle into him

he encircles his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible

you take a deep breath through your nose, and breathe in his scent

you nuzzle the crook of his neck, his beard scratching lightly against your forehead

he starts weaving his fingers in your hair but soon enough, his arm grows heavy on you and he’s back in deep slumber

and you desire nothing else and so you soon follow him

but as it usually it, five minutes later, the sound of the alarm clock pierces through your bedroom

this time, it’s gwil who reaches over you and dismisses the alarm completely

you roll on your back and rub your eyes

“I think we should get up,” you say, sheer reluctance apparent in your groan

“er, what about no,” gwil answers and moves to lie on top of you, pressing his ear against your chest, listening to your heartbeat

and also holding you in bed, and not letting you go

“come on” you insist, and give him a weak push, since your heart’s not in it

you feel like it is you whom you try to convince to get up rather than gwilym

“five more minutes” he whispers into your skin and slides down his hand to caress your side

“what about the kids?” you ask

“they’re fast asleep, it’s middle of the night”

“it’s light outside”

“irrelevant,” he says resolutely and pulls you closer to him

you move to rise up but he holds you still “come on, stay here”

“if I stay here, will you fix the dripping tap that you said you would fix about a week ago? I mean, I can fix it myself but where’s the fun in that,” you grin, “and besides, you promised”

he hides a chuckle into your chest and places a delicate kiss there “okay, I’ll do it”

“promise? for real this time?”

he huffs and raises on his elbows to look into your eyes

he licks his fingers and lifts them up “promise, scout’s honour”

“and you’re gonna do it first thing in the morning?” you smile at him

“I’m gonna do other things first” his eyebrows wiggle and you can’t help but kiss him

“but before I’m gonna get to it,” he continues when your lips finally part “let’s go back to sleep”

Joe

you slowly open your eyes and look around your bedroom

you blink a few times, still getting accustomed to the light streaming down on you through a window

a quiet groan leaves your mouth and you stretch your body, feeling all sorts of good

you blush as you remember the last night and hide your grin into a pillow

“joe” you whisper as you turn around but his side of the bed is empty

“joe?” you say again, a bit louder and your fingers grazes the cold sheets

that’s when you hear a crash and loud “damn it!” coming from the kitchen

okay good, he’s alive and at home

he also probably just broke something but hopefully he’s not hurt

“joe?” you yell, way too reluctant to get out of the bed

his head pokes into the bedroom and he gives you a smile, looking out of breath

“good morning, love, hope you slept well” he says quickly “erm, the bowl with those little pink roses... that wasn’t, I mean isn’t precious, is it?”

“no, it wasn’t and that’s your only luck, sir” you point your finger at him in mocked annoyance

“great! stay exactly where you are, I’ll be right back!” the last words are muffled by the closed door, since he’s already gone before he can finish the sentence

you fall back and pull the duvet to your nose, trying to stay warm

it takes a few minutes before joe enters your bedroom again, a bed tray in his hands

“oh my god, that smells delicious” you start salivating from the scent only and you even haven’t had a bite

“only the best for my best” joe places the tray across your legs and you sit up properly

“that was cheesy af, but you’ve brought me food, so you’re forgiven” you plant a quick kiss on his cheek as he plops down next to you, still wearing his pyjamas, and you dive into your breakfast

there’s everything, coffee, juice, pancakes, syrup, red fruit, yoghurt, toasts, gummy bears

wait, gummy bears?

you pick up the bowl with them and raise your eyebrows, pointedly looking at joe

he just shrugs “breakfast is the most important meal of the day, it has to be as nutritious as possible”

“right” you say slowly and do not further comment on it

“hey!” you yell when joe grabs a few blueberries “you thief! that’s my breakfast”

“soon, we’re gonna share everything you know? in good times and bad, in sickness and health and all that stuff? as my wife-to-be you shouldn’t mind sharing your breakfast with me” he gives you a big goofy smile

you return it, but he doesn’t notice as you stealthily take a few gummy bears into your hand

you toss them at him a burst in laughter when you see his surprised expression

“ah, you’re so gonna pay for that!” he says and grabs a handful of gummy bears as well, with a mischievous look in his face

Ben

when you wake up, it’s still quite early as you can’t see the sun yet

but you can tell it’s almost the crack of dawn

you groan in pain the moment you straighten your leg as you stretch and you get a cramp into it from sleeping curled up in a ball the whole night

you grit your teeth and force yourself to keep it stretched, although it hurts so much

after a little while, the pain dissipates and you calm down

there’s no need to look around, since you already know that you’re alone in bed

it’s not so long ago since you moved into ben’s place

and it didn’t take you much time to realise that your mornings were going to be a solitary affair

unless he’s working, he starts his day with a morning jog, getting up when you’re still deep in slumber

at first, you were confused and worried by his absence but you got used to it by now

you grab the book on your bedside table and start browsing through it to find the part where you finished the last time

immersed in the story, you hear a key turning in the lock of the front door and barking

“quiet, girl, we don’t want to wake up y/n” he yell-whispers to frankie

you can hear her paws patting against the wooden floor in the living room as she runs around the house

“no, frankie, no!”

she barges into the bedroom and jumps on the bed, immediately coming for your face as she gives it a proper lick in greetings

“and good morning to you, too!” you scratch the area behind her ears and she grumbles appreciatively

ben’s at her heels and rushes after her

“frankie! down!”

you give her a hug, not letting her go and planting a kiss on her head

“it’s fine, I’ve been up already” you nod towards the book that’s lying open on the bed next to you

“oh, okay” ben gives you a smile which you reciprocate

you finally take him in and you like what you see

he’s out of breath, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead and dripping down the sides of his head, a black t-shirt snuggly hugging his torso, earphones swinging against his chest, and his grey sweatpants sagged down on his hips

you bite your bottom lip and the movement doesn’t go unnoticed

he clears his throat and darts his eyes down to the floor "I’m gonna get a shower”

“you forgot something” you say and he looks you in the eyes, confused

“did I?”

“uh-huh” you tap your lips and give him a cheeky smile

he releases a relieved sigh and stalks over to you, covering your lips with his

“good morning, love” he whispers against your mouth

“good morning” you answer, a smile audible in your voice, happy that he’s back home

he leans further down and kisses you again, his tongue sliding against yours

“stop it!” you say with laughter when your lips part “you’re all sweaty and you’re squishing poor frankie”

she’s still nestled in your lap and gives him an annoyed look

“sorry girl” he apologises and pets her head

she licks his palm - apology accepted

“and what about me? I won’t get an apology? your sweat is everywhere!”

“I saw you ogling me, love, and well, now you’ve got a reason to join me in the shower”

Rami

you emerge from dreams slowly and gradually

first you feel the light kiss of sun on your eyelids and you smile sleepily

when you finally open your eyes, you find out the source of light is not the sun but a lamp sat on one of the bedside tables, the one on the opposite side of the bed

it takes you a moment to come back to earth and differentiate between your dreams and reality

you stir and hide a yawn into your palm

“good morning, my love”

rami’s voice is soft and tender and he leans down to kiss your temple

he sits in your bed, his back against the headboard

“morning” you respond and take a deep breath through your nose

you raise your eyes and gaze at him

he’s reading a script, always the perfectionist he is

the filming starts on monday and he wants to be prepared as much as he can be

the light coming from the lamp illuminates the other side of his face that is turned away from you

the glow makes him look almost angel-like

“what time is it?” you ask, still feeling a bit groggy

he turns to his bedside table

“half past seven” he answers

after a single beat you realise you were supposed to get up early and get your children prepared for a weekend at their grandma’s

“crap, the kids, I forgot”

you almost jump out of the bed but rami is quick to stop you

“no, no, don’t worry, all’s done, my mum’s already left with them” he explains

“wait, what?” your brain just can’t start functioning properly and you feel even more disoriented

“I woke them up, dragged them out of their beds, prepared breakfast, packed their bags, made them put their clothes on, that took as long as any other morning, which means forever, then I had to change said, since he put on his shirt the wrong side out and he put his shoes on the wrong feet” he chuckles at the last bit

“you should have woken me up” you say sincerely and lift your head to caress his face

“I know you didn’t get that much of sleep” he answers and puts the script on the bed “I heard you sneaking out of our bedroom when the storm began, I know you went to their room and stayed there for some time”

“you know how much thunders frighten them” you offer as an explanation and look down on your hands in your lap

“I know, and I love you so much for everything you do” he notices how your hands fidget, so he takes them into his and presses kisses on them

“so” you start slowly “the kids are gone?”

“uh-huh”

“and they’re not gonna return anytime soon?”

“uh-huh”

“and we’re alone?”

“uh-huh”

you cock an eyebrow and wait for the penny to drop

his face lightens up in understanding and he kisses you on your lips

and it’s a hell of a kiss

#gwilym lee x reader #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy x reader #rami malek x reader #borhap boys headcanons #gwilym lee fluff #gwilym lee imagine #joe mazzello fluff #joe mazzello imagine #ben hardy fluff #ben hardy imagine #rami malek fluff #rami malek imagine #headcanons #borhap boys x reader #vee writes #mine

[morningfears]

On the Air

Rating: PG-13

Summary: When you’re stuck in a radio production class as an elective and paired up for radio broadcasts, you don’t really expect much to come out of it. But with Joe, anything is possible. (Slow-burn [honestly, glacial burn, I guess] friends-to-lovers college AU, the most self-indulgent bullshit I could’ve written because I’m in love with this precious human person at the moment).

Word Count: 8k

“A seven a.m. class should be illegal.”

It’s not quite seven in the morning, the sun has barely risen and the only lights on in the production building are the ones in the lobby, the ones in the hallway leading up to the classroom you’re occupying, and the ones in the classroom you and seven other students who look like they’re beginning to rethink their life choices are sitting in. You hum a noncommittal noise of acknowledgment as you reach for the travel mug filled to the brim with iced coffee that you’d brought from home because the coffee shop on campus doesn’t even open until seven and you, for some reason beyond your realm of comprehension, are going to be stuck in a class at that time.

“Is there a reason we’re here so early or is this just a production thing?” you question as you frown at the clock hanging above the blackboard.

The girl beside you, a brunette dressed head-to-toe in sorority letters and nursing her own travel mug of iced coffee, shrugs. She follows your gaze to glance at the clock and huffs before she drops her head forward to rest on the table in front of her. “I’m not a production major of any kind,” she informs you, her voice muffled by her arms as she attempts to block the harsh florescent lights, “I’m a fucking interior design major.”

“No offense,” you laugh as you glance at the clock and note that the professor is likely going to be late, giving you a moment to continue your conversation and hopefully make a friend in the class that you know no one else in, “but why are you taking this class, then? There has to be a ton of other electives you could’ve taken.”

“I wanted to take bowling but it had to be a three hour course and everything else sounded so fucking hard,” she sighs as she turns her head just far enough to glance at you with one eye. “I’m graduating in December. I am so incredibly over everything.”

“I fully get that,” you nod. “Maybe this class won’t be so bad, then,” you offer with a hopeful smile. “I mean, it’s radio production. It can’t be that bad, right?”

The brunette reaches for her coffee mug and lifts her head to take a sip just as the door to the classroom swings open. A tall man, vaguely reminiscent of Bill Nye, complete with a bowtie and the same eager smile, steps into the room with two students trailing behind him. He waves the pair of them toward a table and you glance over at them. The blonde looks sleepy and somewhat sheepish while the red-head looks blissfully unaware of the eight sets of eyes on him as he scribbles in a beat up composition book. The blonde is cute, his baby face and pretty eyes offset by flushed cheeks is enough to make anyone swoon, but your attention is drawn to the red-head. You watch as he scribbles in his notebook, hair mussed and eyes tired. You can only see the profile of his face but it’s nice enough and you wonder what he’s writing that’s got him in such a state.

However, before you can spend too long wondering, the professor drops his bag onto the table at the front of the room and claps his hands.

“Good morning, everyone,” he begins with a smile, his tone far too chipper for such an early start time, “I am Maxwell Blake but you can all just call me Doc. I’m sorry I was a little late this morning. I will do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen again and I ask the same of all of you.”

“Not fucking likely,” you hear the girl beside you mumble and you want to agree because, really, who is alert enough to make it to a seven a.m. class on time three days a week, but you think better of it and keep silent as Doc continues.

“I know that some of you are music production or audio engineering majors and have a little experience with radio but for those of you who are not or do not have the experience, I’ll tell you that this class will be a little different than the others you’ve taken. There are no papers, no final exams, no midterm exams; this is an entirely practical course. I’m going to be pairing you all up,” and when the groaning starts, he waves his hand, “yes, I’m going to pair you all up, and then you’ll get to work on your project. Over the semester, you’re all going to broadcast once a week starting two weeks from today, giving you fourteen weeks of content.

You and your partner can either take turns at the controls and broadcast as a single act or you can work the controls together as you broadcast as a duo. The format is entirely up to you. The content is entirely up to you. I will be assigning you a partner and a studio time. The email that you all sent me in August, the one with your schedule on it, that helped me with the pairings. I paired you up based on complementary schedules.”

The room is silent, in part because it’s too fucking early to be sitting in a classroom, as Doc searches through the worn leather satchel he’d dropped onto the table moments ago. “Ah,” he hums as he finds a crinkled sheet of paper, highlighted and looking as if it had seen better days, “here we go. Alright, when I call your name, raise your hand so your partner can spot you. After we’re all paired up, you can join your partner and begin brainstorming. As there are only five groups, we’ll have individual training sessions and then a day of troubleshooting and question and answer before we begin broadcasting. Now, on to the list!”

Doc takes his time ensuring the pairings all spot one another as he goes through the list. His planned pairings have somehow worked in the favor of nearly everyone in the room. The people who had entered the classroom together seem to be getting paired together and that leaves you with a feeling that you’re going to be stuck with the sorority girl. Regardless of your attempt to befriend her, you’re not sure you can produce fourteen weeks of radio content with her. So, when her name (Meredith, you now know) is called and she’s paired with the blonde that walked in late, you breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

Until, of course, you realize that leaves you with a complete stranger who still has yet to acknowledge the class going on around him.

Doc calls your name and informs you that you’ve been paired with Joseph Mazzello. When you raise your hand and the red-head you now know is named Joseph does not, Doc sighs. “Joe,” he calls, his voice a little louder than it had been a moment ago, “would you mind joining us in class?”

Still, nothing.

Doc breathes another sigh as he turns his attention to the blonde sitting beside Joe. “Ben, would you mind?” he asks as he leans against the table at the front of the room.

With a grin, Ben reaches out and grabs the pen from Joe’s hand mid-sentence. Joe continues to write for a moment, frowning when no words are left behind on the page, before he lifts his head and glances at the pen dangling from between Ben’s fingers. He blinks, still half-asleep or lost in whatever world he’s been in since he arrived, before he reaches out for his pen and says, “Not cool, man.”

“It’s not cool of you to not pay attention,” Doc reminds him as he points at you. “Your partner for the semester,” he informs him before he turns his attention back to the rest of the class. “Now that we’ve all been paired up, feel free to join your partner. We’ll be brainstorming and then set up appointments for your radio production crash course before you leave.”

Before you can even start to gather your things, Joe is crossing the classroom to take a seat in front of you. He smiles at Meredith and gestures to the table he’d left Ben at. “He likes to be by a window,” he offers by way of excuse when Meredith raises an eyebrow at him, “claustrophobic.”

His answer doesn’t really matter to Meredith. You can practically see the hearts in her eyes as she grabs her travel mug and falls into the chair Joe had previously occupied. You both watch them for a moment, you with a raised eyebrow and Joe with a roll of his eyes as Ben’s cheeks flush pink at Meredith’s hand on his arm, before you turn your attention back to the red-head across from you.

“So,” you begin as you tug a lime green notebook out of your bag along with a pen and your phone, “what’s your major? Everyone shared when he partnered us up so we could get an idea of what we’re working with, I guess.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he answers, slightly sheepish, “I could say I’m not always that rude but it might be a lie.” When you crack a smile at that, Joe grins and gestures to his worn-out composition book. “I’m a film production major,” he explains with a proud smile. “One of my classes this semester is pretty intense. We haven’t even met yet and we have to have a rough draft of our first script in by Friday. I don’t think I’ve put this book down since I got the email.”

“Wow,” you breathe as you reach for your coffee, “that is… unfortunate. I hate to break it to you but that sounds miserable and like a total nightmare situation.”

“Oh, definitely,” he nods before he shrugs, “but I’ve already sold my soul to be here so…” When you giggle at this, Joe looks triumphant. He’s quickly striking you as one of those people who seems happiest when they’re making other people happy and, although it’s seven in the morning and you want nothing more than to be buried beneath a pile of blankets, you think that this won’t be so bad. “What about you?” Joe asks before you can lose yourself in your thoughts, “What’s your major?”

“Communication studies,” you answer with a sigh, ready for the judgement that often comes with having such a major. Usually, you get a patronizing, ‘Oh, that’s nice,’ before the conversation shifts to something else or a look of pity as everyone assumes it’s the easiest major there is (it’s not, not if you do it right), but Joe looks excited at the mention of your major.

“Please, please, please tell me you’re doing health communication,” he asks with a wide-eyed desperation that makes you nod, even though you’re confused as to why that’s important. Upon your confirmation, he cheers (just a little too loud and has to be shushed by Doc) before he grins at you. “I have an idea for what we can do our broadcast on,” he informs you happily, “and it’s definitely going to be the best student production this university has ever heard.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be super hard to accomplish,” you inform him with a laugh before you wrinkle your nose. “Have you heard the radio station on campus? It makes me sad.”

Joe nods thoughtfully before he winces slightly and shakes his head. “Did they do a special broadcast for you guys during freshman orientation?” he asks and when you nod, he grimaces. “That made me sad. They went silent for a solid minute. All you could hear was the DJs talking to one another.”

“Oh, was it the two girls? They did the same thing at my orientation and one of them was going off about how she was pretty sure her boyfriend cheated on her and gave her gonorrhea.”

Joe blinks, surprised by this, and shakes his head. “Okay, you win the most depressing campus radio listening experience. Wow,” he laughs, “I thought hearing her talk about blackballing someone from sorority recruitment was bad.”

“McKenna’s a woman of many awkward conversation topics,” you shrug and reach for your coffee once more, “I just managed to get the worst one. But as long as we don’t talk about venereal diseases or sorority recruitment, we’re already doing good,” you muse as you glance over at him. He’s stopped scribbling, the pen now resting on his composition book, and you take in the ink staining his hands. It’s obvious that he really has been writing non-stop for who knows how long and you feel bad for him. The semester has barely started but he already looks like it’s mid-November and he’s ready for a break.

His t-shirt is rumpled, as is his hair, and he looks like he just rolled out of bed and tugged on a pair of jeans. You don’t blame him. If you didn’t have a full day of classes following this one, you would’ve turned up in a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt that’s seen better days. But despite the sort of dishevelment, he looks comfortable rather than sloppy. He looks like he’s just woken up and would be warm and soft.

Your mind wanders, drifts to thoughts of how nice it would be to just go back to bed and sleep for the rest of the day, and the classroom seems to melt around you. You briefly consider that Joe would be nice to cuddle with, warm and comfortable even though he looks like he might steal all the blankets, before you chastise yourself for dragging a perfect stranger into your daydreams. Joe watches, an amused smile on his face, as you stare through him with a far-away expression. He can see flickers of emotions on your face, your lip curling up in a grimace for a moment before you return to a somewhat dreamy state, and he has to bite back a laugh as he watches. He gives you a moment to daydream before he calls your name, barely hiding the laughter in his voice as he does so.

When you blink, refocusing on your surroundings, he nudges your cup toward you with a laugh. “I don’t think you’ve had enough caffeine yet.”

“There’s not enough caffeine on the planet to make me ready for a seven a.m. class,” you sigh as you frown at the matte black mug. “I’m beyond stoked that we’re not meeting at seven again. What time is our radio slot, anyway?”

“Uh,” he pauses, reaching for the handout Doc had dropped onto the table when you were both too caught up in swapping radio horror stories to pay him much mind, “eight p.m.”

“And it’s a thirty minute broadcast?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Three times a week?”

“Yep.”

“Fuck.”

Joe stares at the handout for a moment before he hands it over to you. “We have an hour and a half a week,” he muses as he turns to a blank sheet in his notebook. “Do you want to start working on content now?”

Before you can answer, Doc calls everyone to attention and smiles at you all. “You all seem to be getting along,” he nods happily, pausing to take in the groups that do really look like they’re at least somewhat alright with being paired together, before he continues. “If you don’t like your partner, it’s fairly easy to tell. Voices can give away a lot more than you think,” he warns. “Now, I know you’re all going to hate this but I’ve got a meeting to head to. You have the rest of class time to get to know one another, get your ideas together, and be prepared for your crash course. I have the sign-up sheet so if you all would come up and pick a time, that’d be great. After that, you’re free to either stay here and chat or head elsewhere. But please, please, at least begin to brainstorm. Don’t come to our meetings with nothing!”

You watch as the pair closest to the front grab the sign-up sheet and write down their preferred day for the crash course. You’re not sure this is the best way to do this, not sure if a one day crash course is the most beneficial to you all when you have two weeks to work together, but you’re not one to argue. So, you wait with Joe until the others have signed up for their time slot before you head to the front and shrug when you notice that yours is in the middle of the two week period.

“I’m not really sure what we could’ve hoped for here,” he shrugs as he signs his name beside yours, “but I’m fine with this.”

“Same,” you nod as you stand beside your chair and glance at him. “Do you want to stay here or go somewhere else to work?” you ask as you grab your cup. “I figured since you have a ton of work to do on your script, maybe we can get some things started today and then when you’ve turned in your draft on Friday, maybe meet again and really start working?”

Joe nods at this and shoves his notebook into his backpack. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” he proposes as he shrugs on his backpack and waits for you to do the same. “Coffee shop? I think we both need caffeine.”

“God, please.”

The pair of you walk in companionable silence across campus. Typically, these group meetings (first time or not) are awkward. Even if you manage to befriend your group mate(s), you’re always painfully aware that it’s just for the semester and that you’ll likely never speak outside of your group meetings. The conversations are relegated to coffee shops and libraries, public spaces that make it obvious the friendship is surface level at best, and you always end the semester wanting to kill one another.

But with Joe, it doesn’t feel like that.

He doesn’t try to force small talk on you. He doesn’t make awkward comments about the weather or the school year. He doesn’t pointedly stare at his phone to keep you from talking to him. He simply walks beside you, glancing around at the campus that is slowly coming to life. He laughs at a campus squirrel as it grabs a discarded fry and attempts to climb up a tree with it hanging out of its mouth and you think that he has a nice laugh as he holds open the door to the coffee shop for you with an over-exaggerated bow and another laugh when you give him a half-assed curtsey.

Joe watches the soft smile spread across your face as the scent of coffee envelops you both and he can feel the butterflies in his stomach. He frowns at the feeling, frowns at his heart beating just a little faster when he realizes just how pretty you are when you smile, and takes the opportunity to glance away because he hates this feeling. He knows how this is going to turn out, with you as just a friend or (worse) not being a friend at all. And he knows that it would be a bad idea to even attempt anything other than friendship when your grade relies on working well together so he swallows the butterflies, beats them down with a dose of reality, before he falls into line behind you and returns his gaze to your form. He watches as you stare up at the menu board with a frown on your face before he hears you mumble, “I don’t know why I even look, I order the same thing every time I come here,” and laughs when you sigh dejectedly at the thought.

“I really do,” you huff as you shove your mug (the one he’d stopped long enough for you to rinse out in a water fountain, even though he laughed at you for doing so) into your backpack and grab your wallet. “Can I get a chai latte with coconut milk, please?”

“You know, chai latte fits you. It’s very liberal arts,” he nods, as if he’s just shared the most sensible statement in the world, before he steps up to the register and orders an iced coffee that he’s sure is going to become a staple of his diet over the next few months as he thinks about the classes he’d been forced to enroll in.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly at Joe’s words and allow yourself to fall into one of the oversized chairs near the windows. It’s still a little before eight, classes have yet to start, but it’s the first day and campus is gradually getting busier. You lose yourself for a moment, wondering how two years have already flown by and you’re about to begin your junior year, before you shake your head and reach for your notebook.

“We’re really good at getting absolutely nothing done,” you inform him as you uncap your pen and write ‘content ideas’ at the top of the page. “So, what was your idea for the show?”

Joe stares at you for a moment, unsure of what you’re referring to, before he nods. “Right!” he exclaims before he reaches for his own notebook. “So, entertainment education is a thing they’re pushing now, right? Communication people coming on as sort of consultants for TV shows so they can put the most effective health messages out,” he asks. When you nod, he grins. “We could talk about stuff like that, how some of the messages they’re putting out on those medical shows help or hurt people. And it wouldn’t hurt to talk about whether the shows are good.”

You nod at the idea, intrigued by the thought, before you muse, “What about skits or something? Like, for the last episode each week, we could do a few examples? Maybe one really over the top medical drama that’s completely inaccurate, one that’s really obviously a PSA, and then one that’s been done by a consultant. And I saw that we need guests so maybe we could get a film professor one week and then a health com professor.”

Joe nods at the suggestions and you write them down as quickly as you can in your notebook. He watches, happy that you’re on board with the idea, as you write notes to yourself beside some of the bullet points (‘Ask Dr. Harper if she’s available’ and ‘Do I have to watch Grey’s for this??’) and laughs when you frown at the thought. “It’ll be fun,” he promises you, “everyone loves watching depressing plot twists and insane storylines.”

“Right,” you nod as you hear the barista call your name, “guess that’s why it’s been on the air so long.”

Before Joe can refute your claim, his name is called and he stands before you can. “I’ll grab them,” he assures you with a grin before he crosses the short distance to grab your drinks from the barista. “We can watch the shows together,” he offers as he hands you your latte and reclaims his seat beside you, “if you want, I mean. That way we can work on some material and maybe parody some things for our skits?”

“Yeah. That’s a really good idea,” you nod, not really thinking he’ll want to go through with that offer but realizing that it makes sense. You know that it would be beneficial to the two of you to get together and watch the shows you’re planning on talking about, that you should make notes and talking points, but you know that you can’t work in the library or a coffee shop for that and you’ve never met a group project member who wanted to meet unless absolutely necessary.

However, Joe is different. He doesn’t feel like the usual group member who only puts in the bare minimum or acts like he tolerates you long enough to get the project done. It doesn’t seem like he’s offering just to cover his bases. But you know group projects a little too well. So, when you leave the coffee shop with Joe’s number in your phone and a selfie from him (‘For my contact photo’, he explains in the text) you think that’ll be it. You think that you’ll meet again the next class period or maybe when you have to meet with Doc but you certainly don’t expect your phone to buzz with a text from Joe that night. You don’t expect him to ask you to come to his dorm (followed immediately by a text that reads, ’Is that creepy? I promise I’m not trying to be creepy, it’s for research purposes!’) on Saturday to begin watching medical dramas and making notes but he does.

And five weeks later, you’re not quite sure how it’s happened, but you can now safely count Joe Mazzello among your best friends.

As you sit in the library, attempting to write after finishing your second week of broadcasts (the first without Doc or a station manager sitting directly in the office with the two of you, though the station manager made it clear that he’d be just down the hall), you think that maybe it’s because of the sheer amount of time you’re spending together. When he asked you to watch medical dramas, he meant it. The two of you have binged five seasons of Grey’s Anatomy (you’re taking a break because it’s just so damn depressing and maybe because Ben kept popping in to watch and distract Joe), two of ER, and three of Scrubs (‘I mean, one of them has to actually be good,’ Joe had reasoned when you asked why Scrubs was being considered). You’re almost certain you’ve made a permanent dent in the couch in his living room as you’ve spent every moment of free time you have with him.

When you’re not writing, stuck in a corner of the library with your nose in a book and a stress headache beginning to form, you’re sitting on Joe’s couch. When he’s not filming or editing, he’s sitting right beside you and providing running commentary for the insane amount of medical dramas you’re watching. When you’re not eating popcorn and making snarky comments at the television, the two of you are holed up in the recording studio devoting far more time and attention to the broadcast than Doc imagined you would.

When you first proposed the idea to Doc, he didn’t get it and he wasn’t sure how it was going to work. But after seeing a run through of your show and then listening to the first actual broadcast, he realized that the idea doesn’t matter so much. Sure, as you talked he grew to understand it just a little more, but what is important is the chemistry the two of you have. He can see you both light up when the other enters the room. He watched the way Joe was drawn to you, seemingly unaware that he was moving closer throughout the entire broadcast, and he makes sure to tell his husband that he’s not only found a duo that could actually work on radio but one that could also work as a couple.

And Doc isn’t the only one.

Ben started teasing Joe about you the day that you met. When they went to get dinner that night, Ben spent most of the dinner encouraging Joe to make a move (even though Joe insisted that you weren’t even friends yet, that you were just going to be project partners) and only shut up when Joe asked about Meredith. And even though Joe has since maintained that the two of you are just friends, Ben is anything but subtle about his desire to see the two of you together. He’s even gone so far as to get Lucy and Gwilym in on it (although they’re far more subtle than Ben in their efforts).

But Joe thinks that you’re either oblivious to their teasing or not interested because you never seem to react with more than a smile or a playful roll of your eyes. He thinks that maybe you’re being nice, not rejecting him outright because you still have to work together for a few more months, but he doesn’t like to dwell on that idea because it makes him sad. Instead, he attempts to forget anything more than friendship and does his best to make things easy.

You, however, have mistaken his easygoing nature for friendliness and disinterest in the romantic. He brushes off Ben’s teasing with jokes and Lucy’s subtle suggestions with smiles and shakes of his head. He makes it look effortless, like he’s trying not to hurt your feelings or maybe like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, but it gets the point across. He’s not interested in anything more than friendship. And while that stings just a bit (you can feel yourself falling harder and faster each time you set eyes on Joe), you’re attempting to make peace with it.

But as you stare down at the health communication handbook sitting open on the table in front of you, you realize that that peace is hard to come by.

Your head makes contact with the table with a dull ‘thud’ just as a hand touches your shoulder. You jump at the contact, surprised by the presence of another person in this section of the library at nine p.m. on a Thursday in October. You’re usually left alone with your misery until finals start so the presence of another person is almost shocking. However, when you lift your head to see Lucy standing behind you, barely hiding her laughter, you’re able to breathe again.

“Don’t sneak up on me, Luce,” you huff as you lean back in your seat and wait for her to sit in the uncomfortable wooden chair across from you. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think other people knew the library existed until mid-November,” you tease as you flip your textbook shut and glance at her. She’s dressed for the weather, in a school sweatshirt that’s a little too big and a pair of leggings, and you think that she looks as cozy as you’d like to feel.

“I was studying with Rami and Gwil,” she informs you as she reaches out to grab the highlighter from your hands. “We listened to your broadcast and I figured you’d be coming here after it finished. You guys were really good tonight.”

“Thanks,” you hum as you steal the highlighter back from her. “We try our best, sadly enough,” you shrug as you drop the highlighter into your pencil pouch before shoving the black pouch into your backpack. “I feel like we’re devoting way too much time and effort to this.”

Lucy smiles at your comment and shakes her head as she nudges your notebook and textbook toward you. “That’s just who the two of you are,” she shrugs. “You both put your all into everything you do. And it doesn’t hurt that putting in your all means spending every waking moment together.”

“Joe’s fun to hang out with,” you defend as you take her hint and shove your books into your bag. “And, I mean, it’s not like I’d be doing anything else with the time I spend with him.”

“Right,” she nods, “only sleeping or something else equally as useless, right?”

“Have I told you lately that I hate you?”

“At least once a week.”

Lucy waits for you to finish packing your bag before she stands from her seat. Without really thinking about it, you shrug on your backpack and follow after her. You’re still in the jeans and boots you’d worn to class, still wearing the hoodie you’d stolen from Joe during a night of research a week prior, and you want nothing more than to change into a pair of pajamas and sleep for a week. She’s right about you sacrificing your sleep schedule to spend time with Joe and it almost makes you pause in your tracks as the two of you exit the library and step into the cool night air.

“Am I being dumb?” you ask, your head tilted as you think about the time you’re spending with Joe and the stress it’s adding as you continue to lose sleep. When she fixes you with a look that tells you you’re only going to get a smartass response, you shake your head. “I mean, am I being ridiculous sacrificing sleep and, like, normal shit to spend so much time with Joe? We’re friends, yeah, and I mean, he’s probably my best friend at this point but I’ve never done anything like this for any of my other friends. We get tired of each other after a few hours and go our separate ways. We only really hang out on the weekends because we’re sort of busy, nothing like me and Joe. We’re both always so fucking busy, like, barely any time to breathe. But we still manage to spend at least a few hours together every day. That’s dumb, right?”

Lucy blinks, surprised by the quickness of your words and the tone of your voice, and stops walking. She grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away from her and stares at you. “Whoa,” she breathes, “where did that come from?”

You shift, unsure of where the outburst came from yourself, before you shrug. “I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t realize how much time we spent together and now that I’m thinking about it, it’s ridiculous. I don’t spend that much time with you!”

“Yeah, but you’re not in love with me,” she explains, as if it’s the most reasonable answer in the world. When you blink, surprised, she rolls her eyes. “Come on, we all see it. Maybe love is a little strong but you definitely really like him. You light up whenever he enters a room and even when he does something dumb, you look at him like he’s the most perfect person there is. You’re so into him, it’s kind of ridiculous.”

You stand there for a moment, surprised by the fact that she knows, before you shake your head and tug your wrist from her grasp. “It doesn’t matter,” you shrug as you begin walking toward your dorm. “It's just a crush that’s not reciprocated. I’ll get over it.” Before she can follow after you, you turn and wave. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” you call over your shoulder.

Lucy doesn’t follow you but, as she knows you fairly well by now, she yells, “Don’t do anything stupid!” at your retreating figure. She knows that you’re just a little dramatic (one of the reasons you get on so well with all of them) and that you being in your head is the quickest way for you to spiral out of control.

And, as she feared, you do spiral.

You can’t really help yourself. The only way for you to get over someone is to convince yourself of their disinterest and you can’t do that when you’re cuddling Joe on his couch. So, you distance yourself. You put as much space as you can between the two of you and hope that you can convince yourself that there’s nothing there before Joe gets suspicious.

For the first week, it works.

You’re able to distance yourself with little suspicion. You have two major projects, two papers, an exam, and a special project for your internship coming up. The pair of you have all of the material you need for at least a week’s worth of shows so Joe understands when you tell him that you’ll be MIA as you attempt to juggle the many things you have going on. He offers his help, offers to quiz you for your exam or help take photos for your internship project, but you wave him off and he gets it. You’re a perfectionist and independent to a fault. If you have to do it, you’re going to do it on your own.

When the second week rolls around and you send him an email with notes you’ve taken to contribute to the week’s show content, he’s surprised but, again, he understands. He figures you watched what you could in short breaks or, as most of the notes are related to the academic side of things, you made notes as you were doing your reading for class. He chalks up your less than enthusiastic attitude during recording to your exhaustion (he can tell, without a shadow of a doubt, that you haven’t been sleeping) and he even brings you coffee to your sessions. But when you leave the cup untouched and give him a tight smile in acknowledgement, he realizes that something is wrong.

But it isn’t until week four, just as the library begins to get crowded and he knows that you’re going to be holed up in your dorm room to study, that he confronts you. He’s asked Lucy what he did wrong multiple times. He worried that he might’ve come on too strong or that you realized he had a crush on you and wanted to distance yourself. But when she (along with Gwil, Rami, and Ben) suggested that he talk to you rather than them, he decided to take her advice.

If he’s being honest, Joe doesn’t really expect you to open the door as he knocks. He expects you to see him standing there and leave him out in the hall without so much as an acknowledgement. However, the door swings open before he can knock a second time and he narrowly avoids hitting you. He wants to say that he’s calm and rational but he’s been wracking his brain for what went wrong for weeks and he’s tired and frustrated and just a little sleep deprived. So, the moment the door is open, he shoves past you and moves to stand in the center of your living room.

Without waiting for you to shut the door, he begins speaking.

“Okay, I’m really not sure what’s going on but I wanted to give you space because I thought it was just stress and school, you know? I thought that you needed time to work on homework and exams because you’re one of the most studious people I know and we’ve been spending a lot of time together and I get how that can interfere. And it’s great that you care so much about school because you’re brilliant and you’re going to do amazing things but it’s been a month of us barely speaking and I know that you’ve turned in drafts of everything so you’re not swamped anymore and I would really like to know what’s going on because I hate this.”

You blink at Joe’s outburst, barely able to understand the words that spill past his lips, and stand there in stunned silence for a moment before you shut the door to your dorm room and step around him take a seat on the couch where he assumes you’ve been sitting, watching what looks like an old game show. “I’ve just been busy,” you shrug, your voice clearly betraying you. “I turned in drafts but I’ve had work stuff to do, you know? And, I mean, I have other friends.”

Joe laughs but it’s a sound without humor and it doesn’t feel right coming from him. He runs his fingers through his hair and shakes his head. “I know that you have other friends,” he huffs as he paces the floor in front of the coffee table, “but I thought we were friends, too.”

“We were,” you answer immediately before you quickly correct yourself, “we are. I just, I’ve been busy. Sorry.”

“That’s bullshit,” he exclaims before he stops pacing and turns to face you. You can’t read the look on his face but the sadness in his eyes shines clearly and you hate yourself for upsetting him. He’s the kindest, most gentle soul you’ve ever met and you hate seeing anything other than a bright smile on his lips. But what really breaks your heart is the way his voice breaks when he says, “I just want to know what’s going on. Is it because of the jokes that everyone was making? Or did I make you uncomfortable? I just want to fix it because I really miss you.”

“How would you have made me uncomfortable?” you question, a frown on your lips as you watch him run his hands through his hair once more.

He pauses, looking almost sheepish as his cheeks tint pink, before he sighs. “I mean, it’s not really a secret that I’m into you,” he answers, looking anywhere but directly at you, “and I’ve tried to make it less obvious but Ben told me that literally everyone could still tell so if that’s why you’re avoiding me, I’m sorry. I’ll get over it or try not to be so obvious about it, I just -“

Joe barely notices you stand from your seat and step around the coffee table to stand in front of him. He doesn’t stop talking when you place your hands on his cheeks and he continues to mumble as you pull him into a kiss. He only shuts up when you press your lips to his, mid-sentence. He stops speaking, goes rigid, and you feel yourself heat with embarrassment.

You quickly pull away and when you do, he looks mildly dazed and somewhat bewildered but before he can ask for an explanation, you step away from him and shake your head. “Sorry, fuck, sorry,” you breathe as you move to step around him. “That’s what they do in movies to stop people from rambling and I thought it’d be a good idea but I don’t even know if you wanted me to kiss you so I’m sorry. Do you want some water? I’m gonna get some water.”

“Wait!” Joe grabs your hand and holds you in place before you can step into the small kitchenette. You don’t turn around to face him and it takes a moment for him to speak. “What was that for? I’m definitely not complaining but why kiss me? Was it just to shut me up?”

“Not just,” you mumble, though Joe can barely understand you. When he squeezes your hand, you groan and toss your head back as you repeat, “Not just to shut you up. I kissed you because I wanted to, okay? I’m into you, too. Lucy told me that it was super obvious and I thought you were just being nice and trying to be my friend to let me down easy so I kept my distance to get over it.”

Joe stares at you, surprised, before he begins to laugh. You turn to look at him, confused as to why he’s laughing, and he shakes his head at the mildly offended look on your face. “I’m not laughing at you,” he assures you quickly, “I’m laughing because we’re both idiots. We’ve been into each other this whole time but we thought the other was just being nice. I thought I was being super obvious about being into you!”

“You’re flirty with your friends, Joe!” you inform him with a pout. “How was I supposed to know you were into me?”

“You can’t flirt to save your life,” Joe informs you, a bit defensively, “how was I supposed to know you were into me?”

You stare at one another, the fact that you’ve just admitted your mutual interest in one another not quite sinking in, until Joe blinks and shakes his head. “Wait, we literally just confessed to be into one another and we’re arguing over why we didn’t realize sooner.”

“Fuck, we really are idiots,” you laugh as you watch him step a little closer to you. You remain silent for a moment, waiting to see what he’ll do, before you ask, “What now?”

“Can we try that kiss again?” he asks as he closes the distance between the two of you and moves his hand from your wrist to your waist. “I wasn’t really prepared last time.”

You roll your eyes at Joe’s smile but allow him to tug you closer as you wrap your arms around his neck. This kiss is less stiff than the first, Joe doesn’t freeze and there is no awkward clashing of teeth and lips. This kiss is still a bit unsure, tentative and soft, but it’s nicer than you could’ve imagined it would be. One of Joe’s hands moves to cup your cheek as he deepens the kiss and it feels right to be intertwined with him. The butterflies that he felt upon first meeting you are back in full force and this time he doesn’t bother to wish them away. He embraces the fluttering in his stomach and the quick beating of his heart just as you embrace the warmth and softness you knew Joe would possess. 

And when the two of you head to the dining hall, hand in hand with you in Joe’s sweatshirt and him with hair mussed from your fingers running through it, you don’t even bother to hide your grins as you take a seat at the table with Ben and Gwilym. Neither of you acknowledge their shit-eating grins or the way they nudge one another. It’s only when Ben holds out his hand tells Gwilym, “You owe me twenty bucks, mate,” that you glance at him.

When Gwilym begrudgingly hands over a twenty, he turns to look at you and Joe. “In my defense, I bet that you’d be together within the first month.”

“I told you they were both idiots. Should’ve played the long game,” Ben teases as he shoves the note into his pocket before he grabs his cellphone and snaps a picture of the two of you. “Lucy’s gonna be pissed that she missed winning by a week.”

“How far off was Rami?” you question as you steal a fry from Ben’s plate.

“To be fair, I don’t think he knows the two of you are even interested in one another,” Gwilym shrugs.

“I thought we were just so fucking obvious about it,” Joe questions as he turns to look at Ben who simply shrugs and continues typing a message to Lucy.

You roll your eyes and reach out to tug the plate of fries closer to you. When Ben whines, you flip him the middle finger and remind him, “You just made twenty bucks off us. I think you can spare some shitty dining hall fries.”

Gwilym and Joe laugh at your rebuttal as they each steal a handful of fries. Joe presses a kiss to your temple, a grin on his lips as he catches sight of your own smile, before he pops a fry into his mouth. He couldn’t have imagined his semester would turn out like this when it began but now that he’s here, sitting beside you with his arm around your shoulders and the feeling of kissing you burned into his memory, he can’t imagine anything better. And when the two of you turn up to your final recording, fingers laced together and lips swollen from kisses, Doc texts his husband to tell him that he was right.

Not only did he find his new weekly DJs, the only ones to ever become campus legends and have an actual audience for their show, he also helped form the cutest couple he’s ever seen (aside from them, of course).

Author’s Note: I know the health com thing seems random but it’s a thing at USC and it’s sort of a passion project and I’m terrible at ideas for creative projects that aren’t fics. So. That’s why that’s a thing. Anyway. Yes. Joe is precious, goodbye.

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[blueeyedheizer]

distraction (part 2) - frank mccullen (smut)

WARNINGS: smut (m on f), protected sex, this is like...pure filth, once again do not interact if you're under 18

A/N: I loved writing distraction so much I had to write a part two. love me some frank smut 😌 also it's currently 1am so forgive any mistake or typo. I'll proofread this properly in the morning :) (3k words)

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It's been almost three weeks since you had sex with Frank, and you hadn't seen nor talked to him since then.

The truth is, when he left your room that night you had no intention of seeing him again. He was nothing but a one-night stand — a distraction, as he put it.

And yet the more days went by the more you found yourself thinking about that night you spent together, and to your own surprise you found yourself wanting to experience it again. The way he lost control at the mere sight of your naked chest, the sheer lust in his eyes when he pleasured you. You had never felt so admired, so worshipped. Everything he said to you had been stuck in your head since then and your body was screaming for you to drive over to his and beg him to take you on every possible surface.

After taking care of yourself down there and lazing around in bed for a little while you eventually got up, dragging your body to the bathroom for a shower. Then you went through all your lingerie, picking your favorite black set before putting it on in front of your full-length mirror.

You took a moment to admire yourself, turning slightly around to look at your butt. The set was adorned with small red silk ribbons on both hips of the panties and the bridge of the bra, and the top hugged your chest just right making it perkier.

It's unbelievable how a good pair of lingerie can boost up your confidence and make you feel so good in your skin. Honestly you looked like a whole goddess and that wasn’t something you thought about yourself a lot, especially not lately.

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Your hand raised up to the door, hovering there for a moment right until you decided to take a deep breath and knock.

The door opened shortly after, revealing a rather surprised Frank.

"Hey." he smiled awkwardly, leaning his arm against the doorframe.

"Hey to you too."

"What, um...what are you doing here?"

"Just thought I'd pay you a visit. You know, after you insisted on leaving me your address. Gonna let me in?"

"Sorry, yeah, of course. After you." you gave him a small smile and he stepped aside, letting you walk in. You were surprised to find two other people in the room.

"Y/N, this is my best mate Harland. And this is my... uh- my cousin. Pixie." you suppressed a scoff and looked down, having to bite your lips to stop yourself from laughing. Pixie waved at you slyly, to which you answered with a nod.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N, but we were just about to leave." Pixie said as she picked up a bag from the floor and made her way over to the door, not missing the opportunity to slap your ass on her way. "Bye, stranger."

Harland followed her closely, looking back and forth between you and her with a confused expression that matched Frank's.

"We're not done, Frank." Pixie said, raising her eyebrows before she stepped out of the small place. Once they were gone, Frank turned to you.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That thing with Pixie."

"Nothing." you answered, shrugging and quickly brushing off the topic. "So, these your digs?"

"Uh, temporarily, yeah." Frank sat down on the small couch stretching his arms out.

"Temporarily?"

"Well to be honest, I've been looking at a few potential property deals that would be, you know, significantly larger than this, but with the markets in this state..."

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, fighting back a smile. He cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting on his seat.

"What?"

"Nothing." you smiled. "I like it here, actually." you looked around the room for a moment, taking in your surroundings before coming to sit on the couch next to him.

"You do?"

"Yeah. It looks cozy." you shrugged before turning to look at him, squinting your eyes a little when you noticed the way his leg bounced. "Is everything okay? You seem nervous."

"No, yeah. Yeah, i'm alright. Just some...family issues, you know." he answered and scratched the back of his head again, a nervous habit of his.

"Your cousin's causing trouble?"

"Yeah it's...I mean, not really. It's— fuck, it's complicated." he stuttered. Your brows knitted into a frown as Frank hunched forward and sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "Actually, Y/N. There's something you need to know." He eventually admitted. You hummed lightly, letting him know that you were listening. "Pixie's not my cousin."

A smirk slowly stretched across your face as he finally made eye contact with you and you laughed, resting your arm on the couch.

"She's definitely not your cousin."

"What do you mean?"

"Pixie's my best friend, Frank. Of course she's not your fucking cousin."

"Wait— what did you just say?"

"Pixie Hardy is my best friend. Not your cousin."

He looked at you for a moment before falling back against the couch, stunned.

"So you know about...everything?"

"Yeah. She told me you got yourself into some trouble." you bring yourself closer to him, leaning to whisper in his ear with a smirk while your hand rubs his thigh teasingly. "You know... I wouldn't want to have to deal with her step dad. A gangster with a penchant for violence. He's not the kind of person you'd want to cause trouble to. He can be nice when he wants to, but when it comes to business..." you caught his lobe between your teeth, pulling gently while your hand moved upwards to palm him through his jeans.

"Y/N...this— this isn't funny." he spoke, his breathing shortening from your actions.

"Oh but i'm being dead serious, Frank."

You placed your finger under his chin and tilted his head so that he was facing you. Your other hand stilled for a couple seconds just to tease him, until you spoke again. "Pix told me a bunch of stories... and I really wouldn't want you to become the main character in one of those." you whispered. Your lips hovered right up close to his, barely touching but enough for him to feel your warm breath fan over his mouth while your hand continued its movements down there.

You slowly trailed your lips along his jaw and moved so that you could straddle his lap, smirking at the way he whined when your hand left his crotch. His breath came out in short huffs, the fact that you were doing this to him, that he was so worked up because of you was boosting your confidence like never before.

You had him wrapped around your fingers and, fuck, you loved every second of it.

"You should get out of town before he finds you." you noted softly and teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders and massaging delicately yet firmly enough to work out the knots before sliding your hands up to his neck.

"Wh—what about you?" he stuttered.

"What about me?"

"I want to see you again."

"I'm not going anywhere, you know where to find me once you've dealt with that." you smirked and rid him of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. "Now relax and let me do all the work, okay?" you whispered and he nodded profusely, eyes glued on your lips. "Good boy."

Without further ado you pressed your lips against his in a hungry kiss, his hands coming to rest on your hips as your own settled behind his head. You started circling your hips, feeling his growing hardness rubbing your center and relieving yourself a little with the friction against your clit.

Without breaking the kiss you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans before pushing the last item of clothing down just enough to free his semi hardened length. Spitting in your hand, you reached down and started stroking him slowly, letting your thumb run over his slit, humming softly and biting your bottom lip as you finally got what you wanted.

"Fuck." he whimpered. You watched with a satisfied smirk as he glanced down to watch your movements, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. But soon enough, your ministrations caused continuous short breaths and moans to leave the back of his throat. "Y/N. Shit i'm close—”

Without warning you climbed off his lap, a frustrated groan followed by a curse leaving his lips as his head fell back against the couch. You rid yourself of your jeans, leaving you in just your panties and you smirked as he watched you with the same look of lust he had the first time. You pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your matching set before climbing back up to straddle him and playing with yourself through the only thin fabric left to cover your intimacy. Frank's eyes widened, a grin spreading over his lips as he took in your appearance, watching your movements intensely.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna be the death of me." he panted, hands moving up to cup your breasts. Then he hooked a finger in the cup of your bra and pulled it down enough to expose your nipple and attach his lips to it, sucking softly.

You moaned in response, quickening the pace of your fingers on your clit and biting your finger innocently as you smirked.

"I see someone is all dolled up today." he teased, his cocky attitude taking over. Your rolled your eyes and chuckled, pulling a condom from your bra and waving it in his face.

"Someone also brought a condom." you teased back before settling your mouth back on his lips while he ripped open the condom and slid it on himself.

Then you moved your panties to the side and sat down on him slowly, moaning and cursing as you did. You rested your hands on his shoulders as you took some time to adjust, your fingers digging into his skin while Frank kept both of his hands on your hips, his head fallen back from the pleasure. Once you had him fully inside you, you seized the occasion and attached your lips to his exposed neck, small moans leaving your lips as you slowly lifted yourself back up and started setting a steady pace, a pace that increased more and more as the new found pleasure ignited a fire inside your belly.

Within minutes you were bouncing on him, moans after moans falling from your lips as you felt every inch of him deep inside you.

“That's right...fuck— you’re so fucking hot” Frank groaned, leaning in to kiss down your neck and suck gently, mimicking your previous actions.

"God— there," you whined and your head fell back, your eyes squeezing shut as he began thrusting his hips in sync with your movements, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Come on. Show me how much you love having my cock buried inside you. Fucking cum for me." he hissed through gritted teeth, his hand coming up to fist in your hair. You could only let out louder moans in response, unable to even spit out a coherent answer in your current state.

His hands then came to rest flat against your back, holding you close as you rode him. Your arms wrapped around his head, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling, tugging, your moans getting more and more desperate as you bounced up and down trying to ride him as best as you could while he whispered words of praise and encouragement in your ear. You could tell by the way he panted heavily against your skin that he was close to his release, maybe even closer than you were.

"Touch me," you demanded, almost sobbing at the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm approaching. Frank didn't need to be asked twice as his hand immediately reached between your bodies and found your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck right there!"

Without warning Frank flipped you over so your back was against the couch, taking full control. He wrapped a hand around your throat and fucked you roughly, drawing loud moans amongst other obscene sounds from you. Your hand came to grab his wrist and you squeezed your eyes shut, back arching, legs closing around him and moaning out when you finally tipped over the edge, your screams of pleasure triggering his own orgasm shortly after.

Frank pulled out and only gave you little time to breathe before he pushed your legs open and knelt down before you. He wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you down and wasted no time in burying his face between them, eating you out vigorously. His nose nudged your clit as he took your lips into his mouth, alternating between sucking, lapping up your juices and plunging his tongue deep inside of you before moving up to your clit and sucking, causing moans after moans to be pulled from you as you gripped his hair and arched your back desperately, your legs closing of their own accord around his head.

"Keep 'em open for me baby. Fuck." he pulled away only enough to breathe out the words before diving back in, his tongue skillfully exploring you.

"Fuckfuckfuck just like that, just like tha—oh fuck!" You were writhing uncontrollably underneath him, knees going up as you held onto anything you could to stop yourself from falling apart as you started to feel lightheaded from the pleasure spreading through your body, feeling yourself once again being drawn towards release. His hums and moans against your core became more frequent, mixing with your own gasps and whines.

He was making you feel so good it was like he knew your body like the back of his hand, rubbing just the right spots with the perfect amount of pressure, fully knowing what you love and what leaves you screaming for more.

By the time he was finished with you, you were a boneless mess, unable to hold onto a single coherent thought, thighs still quivering from your release and cheeks stained with tears. Frank trailed soft kisses along your jaw and neck while you worked on getting your breathing back under control, panting heavily.

"Are you alright? Was it too much?" he asked softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. There he was again, his soft, hesitant side taking over that cocky and confident one.

You shook your head weakly, only a small whine leaving your mouth as you pushed your hair back from your face. Then you brought your hand over his cheek and pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss, having to pull away for air too early for your liking.

"You're so good at this. Fuck." you exclaimed breathlessly.

With one last kiss to your lips, Frank pulled his pants up and fell onto the couch next to you, closing his eyes as he exhaled deeply, chest heaving. You glanced at him, fighting back a smile and biting your bottom lip as you noticed his flushed face.

Then a comfortable silence settled in the room, neither of you wanting to speak just yet. Once you were breathing regularly again you put your clothes back on lazily, still sat on the couch, only lifting your body to pull up your pants.

"My ex reached out to me the other night." you told him, breaking the silence. "Said he dumped the other girl and wants me back..."

Frank's brows dropped into a frown as he glanced at you, not knowing what to say. You lowered your gaze to fiddle with the hem of your shirt but then peeked at him again when you spoke.

"I said yes."

After that, the silence grew heavy in the room. Frank leaned back against the couch with a sigh, eyes fixed on the ceiling. A couple seconds passed, the only things that could be heard were your breathing, still a bit heavy from your previous activities.

Until...

"Jesus Christ, Frank." you scoffed softly, an amused smile upon your lips. "Seriously? Do you really think I'd be here if that was true?"

"Fucking hell, Y/N." Frank cursed under his breath, his face scrunching up and turning red in embarrassment. You giggled and moved to straddle his lap again, your hands cupping his cheeks. "That wasn't funny." he added.

"I'm sorry. You're just so easy to tease." you smiled, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb before leaning in to press your lips against his in a slow yet passionate kiss, humming softly as his hands slid along your thighs, stopping at your lower back and leaving goosebumps on their way. After a couple seconds you pulled away, pulling his bottom lip gently.

"My ex did reach out to me. But I told him to fuck off and I especially insisted on making sure he knows I never want to hear from him again."

You couldn't help but notice how deep in thought he was as he looked at you, his eyes scanning your face as you spoke. You could tell he was still caught up in his post-orgasmic bliss, looking at you though half lidded eyes. You smiled, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"Why are you staring?"

Frank shrugged, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"You're so beautiful." he murmured. Your cheeks immediately felt warmer and you lowered your gaze to hide a smile, returning it back to his own when his fingers gently trailed down your cheek to cup your chin. His eyes set on your lips and back to your eyes, almost as if asking for permission.

"You can kiss me all you want Frank, I think we're past this already." you smirked, touching noses with him before connecting your lips again. The kiss rapidly became urgent, open-mouthed, his hands roaming and exploring the skin of your back while yours tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

You were first to pull away, knowing you couldn't go for another round just yet anyway.

"Just do what Pix says and you should be fine. She knows what she's doing." you murmured against his lips, your finger playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "And like I said, you know where to find me when you come back."

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

On set visits; Queen x reader x Borhap boys pt. 1

*Author's note*

Alright so this part is broken up into 2 parts so here is the 1st part of the Bohemian Rhapsody film set visit. Part 2 will be up in just a second after I get done with this author's note. So expect some crazy stuff happening, fluffiness and the Rock Angel reminiscing on her past with the boys. 

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*Sept. 2017. Filming Bohemian Rhapsody*

I almost couldn't believe it myself. I mean I knew that the boys were planning on a film about themselves and that it was taking them almost 10 years just to get it off the ground. But now after multiple rewrites of the script and better casting, the film was ready to get off the ground.

"So you're absolutely sure I can stop by whenever I feel like it? No matter how many times?" I spoke into my I-phone.

'Absolutely love, just as long as you don't spill any secrets.'

"Please Bri, when have I ever revealed anything to anyone about you guys?"

'Well there was the time—'

"That was a fluck and you know it!" I snapped.

'I'm kidding love, you've never spilled any secrets. You've gotten better at lying lately.' Brian chuckled.

"Well when you say it like that it makes me feel guilty."

'As it should love. So when can we expect you?'

"I'll try to get there before the filming starts, so I may end up going to bed now so that way I can get on the road early enough to beat traffic."

'I know Rog is looking forward to seeing you again.'

"I just did the summer tour with you guys, how could he already miss me?"

'It's a mystery to all of us, but he is your father after all.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay well I'll see you tomorrow Bri."

'See you then (y/n). sweet dreams and drive safe tomorrow.'

"Will do. Love you."

'Love you too poppet.' I then hung up and couldn't help but grin.

"You still going over to see them film tomorrow?" I turned and low and behold after a long day's shift there was my husband coming in from his police work.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat threw up." I teased.

"Ha-ha you're hilarious my love." He said as he undid his tie and unbuttoned his short. "So the film's finally taking off the ground?"

"Yep, and they finally found a better Freddie Mercury."

"Yeah cause I remember when you called and told me about Sacha Baron Cohen."

"I just couldn't stand the fact that he was wanting to expose the dark side of Freddie. I mean yeah he had the parties, and the drugs, the sex, but that's all what Rock and rollers did back in those days. Plus that's all he seemed to care about. The scandal that came with Freddie's name, nothing about the music. I'm only just glad Bri sided with me on it." I ranted as Jack came up after taking his shirt and undoing his pants and began to rub my shoulders.

"I know love. You're as protective of this project as Brian and Roger are. So do you know who exactly they got to play Freddie this time?"

"No, but I'll find out tomorrow."

"Okay well, my team's got a heavy lead on the case so I won't really be available tomorrow."

"I understand. Just—promise me you'll be careful my love. I haven't forgotten that one killer that shot you in the line of duty."

"I survived didn't I? Plus now we both have a bullet story to share." He leaned his forehead against mine.

"Not funny Jack." I muttered.

"I know. C'mon let's get some sleep. We both have got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." I nodded and then we both got into bed and we fell asleep.

Early the next morning I was on my way over to the set driving in my own car without a driver. As I approached the set gate of course I was stopped by security.

"Badge and proof of visitation ma'am." I handed him the badge that Roger had sent in for me and some documentation that I needed to show him saying that I was not only visiting but a consultant for the movie to help the actors get to know the true Queen. "Everything checks out Mrs. Kline, here you go and have a good day."

"You too uhh—Marvin." I read his nametag before putting my VIP badge around my neck as the gate opened and I drove on inside.

After about 10 minutes I finally was able to find a parking space. I got out of the car and locked it up before walking towards the set. I was told by Brian that the actors had been prepping for the biggest scene they were going to film, the Live Aid sequence.

When I came around and actually stepped up onto the stage, I was blown away and taken back to the summer of 1985. Jesus they—the production got every single detail down to the paint chippings. The rigged lights that Queen had the day they performed, Roger's kit and the grand piano with Freddie's Pepsi cups filled with beer.

"Oh my god. Jack if only you were here to see this." I muttered to myself. It was then I saw Brian talking to someone but—wait did he? Did he seriously dye his hair back to its original dark curls? I walked up to him but waited till he was done talking to some of the producers. Once he was I tapped his shoulder and he turned around and—oh wow I just....wow.

I don't know whether this is a prank or time travel does exist but I swear I'm literally looking at Brian the day I had met him.

"Okay it's official. I think I have finally cracked." I said as I placed my hand over my forehead.

"I'm sorry ma'am do you need to sit down or can I get you a cup of water?" Oh god he even sounds like Brian.

"Ahhh seems you two have already met. And here I thought I could surprise you." I turned and there was—Brian? My Brian with the grey curls now. Wait what!? What is going on here!?

"What the f—"

"Ah, ah language young lady!" Brian scolded.

"You must be the Rock Angel (Y/n) Kline, Brian and Roger have told us a lot about you. Pardon me, Gwilym Lee." He said as he extended his hand to me. I shook it and said in awe.

"Ahhhh, now I see it. Sorry Gwilym dear, never did I think I'd see two Brian's at once. I swear to god you look—exactly like Brian when I met him."

"Anita said the exact same thing. Cheeky woman was even trying to flirt with him." Brian said as he pouted towards the end..

"No she didn't." I gawked.

"I'm afraid it's true." Gwilym said with a blush. I shook my head softly laughing.

"Oh that woman I tell you what."

"Well I can tell you one thing I know a certain someone of the cast who will flip out once he sees you." said Gwilym.

"And just who might that be?" I asked him.

"The young lad whose playing Deacy, Joe Mazzello."

"Kept ranting on and on about your Live Aid performance and how you and Deacy used to interact with each other in your performances together."

"Ahh yes. Me and my dear brother mine." I sighed with a solemn smile.

"I—I'm sorry I-I-I didn't mean to......"

"No, no Gwilym it's fine. While sometimes I do wish he could still be around, I completely understand why he chose to leave the band. Hell without Brian and Rog I—I don't even want to think what I would've done after Freddie died." I soon brushed my sorrows away and said, "Now come here Gwilym I want to get a closer look at you." he came up to me and we stood face to face of each other.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and looked him up and down before cupping each side of his face gently.

"God they chose right for my Brian. I swear, it's like Gwilym is your long lost son Bri." I said as my eyes turned toward Brian.

"I'm beginning to think you might be right." Joked Brian. I stepped back from Gwilym and said to him.

"I can't wait to see the full Live Aid recreation with you all in full costume."

"I hope we do you proud Mrs. Kline."

"First of all, call me (y/n). Secondly, I'm already proud. From what I've heard from Brian and Roger, I have no doubt in my mind that we've entrusted the right group of actors with Freddie's and Queen's upbringing tale to absolute rock gods."

"You flatter us too much (y/n)." Brian gushed.

"Only because you old fossils deserve it." I teased as I stuck my tongue out at him to which Brian did his little eyebrow quirk at me. I giggled softly and continued. "Well before filming starts, I'm gonna continue to look around the set. I'm told the lower decks where all the performers were settled in are just like how they were when we were there. Ciao Brians'." I walked away from them with a wave of my hand.

After exploring more of the set design and going down memory lane it was then I came across another look-a-like. Holding the famed natural Fender precision Bass guitar and wearing that god awful tacky shirt that I secretly wished I had told him not to wear, and having the iconic mushroom fluffy hair was the actor who was playing Deacy, Joe Mazzello.

One of the hair designers was fluffing up the wig to make sure it was up to Deacy's standard. And god just like with Gwilym, Joe was practically identical to Deacy.

It was just like seeing Deacy again back when he was happy and content with where Queen was at, just before finding out about Freddie's illness (which I had found out from Spike several years ago that Deacy had actually known since the last tour Queen ever did with Freddie).

I smiled softly as I watched him get ready for the camera. His wide smile reminded me so much of Deacy's. Slowly I walked up towards him and as the hairdresser looked him over Joe asked.

"So how does it look?"

"I think you look terrific." I said.

"Wait who said—OH MY GOD!!!" he screamed as he turned around and saw me. Like all usual fanboys, he jumped back, his mouth was gaped and his eyes were wide.

"Close your mouth please Joe dear we are not a codfish." His mouth immediately closed.

"Y-you-you-you're....."

"The Rock—"

"Rock Angel." We both said together slowly. "Call me (y/n)." I greeted as I extended my hand out to him and he took it hold of it and shook it.

"I just—I can't believe that I'm-I'm-I'm actually standing beside the Rock Angel." I softly giggled.

"Just know that beyond the glam and the rock star female empowerment, I'm just a normal 55 year old woman."

"But you still look good." He said. I quirked my brow at him so he quickly tried to save himself, "Not that you're old or anything. I mean I don't mean to offend you I just....."

"Joseph. Relax dear. I'm not offended at all. Freddie always said that I would end up being an eternal beauty. At first I thought it was just Freddie being Freddie but as the years have passed I think he—that he must be behind giving me this youthful glow."

"The Rock Angel called me dear," he first gushed with a shy smile. "Sorry I just...... I grew up listening to your albums along with Queen and the first time I saw one of your broadcast performances, I kinda had a little crush on you" He said gently.

"Aww I'm flattered Joe, really I am." I said as I gently cupped the side of his face and gave his cheek a stroke of my thumb. At that point he looked like he was about to melt into a puddle with how much joy he was probably filled with. "Now Joe forgive me for saying this, how long have you been acting?"

"I was a child actor actually. I've—always been in the acting business. Why do you ask?"

"Well besides seeing some of my brother's features I feel like I've—seen you in something before."

"You might recall a little film that came out in the 90's known as Jurassic Park?"

"Wait hold on—you...." I gasped. "You played little Tim Murphy!?!"

"Yes, yes I was Tim Murphy."

"Oh my god. When that film came out my twin boys were literally obsessed with that movie. Would not watch anything else for a full year. They even wore out the old VHS tape we had for it. Oh my god how could I not recognize you sooner?"

"Well I was 8 just turning 9 while we were filming it."

"You had a birthday while filming?"

"Yeah. It was during the kitchen scene with the raptor. I actually got injured on that day."

"What? What happened?" he then proceeded to tell me exactly what had happened. Of how the raptor they used was on wheels and he was running toward the fridge and he was supposed to go left while the raptor was supposed to go right, but the guy controlling the raptor lost control and went the same direction as Joe and he ended up getting hit in the face with a metal claw.

And it was at that moment the director Steven Spielberg and the rest of the crew sang Happy birthday to him.

Then of course he tried to ask Joe at that moment if they could try it again, but when Joe proved he couldn't do it, they wrapped for that day.

"Oh you poor thing."

"It's okay, I survived."

"Well I hope you never suffered an injury like that since then. And on your birthday too? That's never a good birthday present to get a concussion."

"I was cleared out with no concussion, just a little dizzy and a bit of bruising."

"Oh I'm sorry love, it's my inner mother instincts kicking in."

"She always was an overprotective mother." We both turned around and I saw Roger walking up sporting the black beanie I gave him for Christmas last year and another actor who was sporting the Roger Taylor look he had for Live Aid.

"Oh look who's talking smother father! For years since I've known you you've been the definition of helicopter parent." I gawked at him. "You still sometimes even threaten Jack with missing out on our dates cause of our jobs."

"And I've always told you that boy would be trouble one day." He teased as he came up to me.

"Wow so it is actually true, you guys do look at each other as father and daughter." Said the young actor playing Roger.

"Yes Ben, my adoptive daughter (Y/n) Kline, otherwise known as the Rock Angel." Roger introduced.

"So you're the young actor playing my main father figure eh?" I said as I looked at the young man.

"Yes. Ben Hardy, it's a real honor to meet you in person Mrs. Kline. To say I was nervous to meet Roger is nothing compared to the thought of meeting you."

"Are you saying I'm intimidating and unapproachable?" I asked offendedly.

"Wha? No! No! God no I-I-I-I didn't mean it that way I was just...." I interrupted him with a laugh and said.

"Dear, relax. I was just pulling your leg."

"And be thankful she was. Otherwise, I'd beat your arse boy for insulting my daughter." Roger protectively stated.

"See there you go you old hypocrite. Besides Rog you haven't been able to kick anyone's arse in years. Don't want you breaking a hip now do we?" I mocked him.

"You're lucky these boys are here little missy." Roger scolded me.

" Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now then Ben, you were once on EastEnders right?" I said turning my attention back toward Ben.

"Yes. I played Peter Boyle on the show. My recent film before this was the new X-Men movie that came out about a year ago. X-Men Apocalypse."

"Ahh yes, my youngest son is always obsessed with all the superhero films. Marvel or DC. Now I'd like to see you two more closely, stand together." Both Joe and Ben followed orders and I looked both of them up and down.

Circling around them before cupping each of their faces once by one. And yes Ben was a bit more muscular than Roger was and of course they didn't get his hair right for this part in time, but there was just something in Ben's eyes that just made me think back to the first day I met Roger.

That sparkle of mischief but also protectiveness that shown through those blue eyes of his.

"That is most definitely my Roger. You both have the same spirit in your eyes. I can't wait to see how you play the drums up on that stage."

"Yeah, me neither." He said with a hint of nervousness. I then went over to Joe and cupped his face too. Just—my god just like with Deacy the profile was just uncanny. Of course, Deacy's eyes were more of a hazel type while Joe's were like a brownish type color. But I couldn't deny he looked so much like my brother. "And you my dear Joseph. Gwilym isn't the only one to resemble the man he's playing."

"It was kinda scary after getting the wig on. So much so that I called my mom and asked her what she was doing in 1983?" I laughed and said as I took my hands away from his face.

"Unfortunately, I can tell you for a fact that John Deacon is not your father. The only lady he's ever loved and will love is Veronica."

"I know." I chuckled softly.

"Now then Joe if you'll come with me there's important things I need to discuss with you."

"Like what?"

"You'll see. It was wonderful to meet you Ben, I hope we can get to know each other better later after you all film the Live Aid concert."

"Yeah of course, it was wonderful to meet you Mrs. Kline."

"Please call me (y/n). Dad you better not be too hard on this one, I like him."

"Don't worry I won't break him too much." The four of us went our separate ways.

Joe and I arrived at my trailer (all thanks to Rog and Bri). We entered inside and I told Joe to take a seat. He sat down on my couch while I went over to the kitchen.

"Tea?"

"Yes please. One sugar please."

"Just like how he liked it." I muttered to myself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing love, nothing." I prepped the tea for him and once it was done I handed him his cup and he thanked me. I watched him take a sip and he said,

"Ahh never gets old. I'm telling you after this I may just be the biggest tea fan ever."

"It is good for the soul. I myself have always found Jasmine to be the way to nirvana." I paused for a brief moment before saying, "Joe." He looked at me giving me his full attention, "As you know probably from weeks of research and maybe even from Roger and Brian themselves, Deacy chose to exempt himself from all forms of stardom. To live a quiet life with his family."

"Yeah. When I first got the part I did reach out to him on just any personal advice on certain quirks that he did. Cause even though I've played real life people before, this is the first time I'm playing someone whose still alive, and I wanted to do him justice."

"Yes, quite."

"However all I got back was just that he approved of the project and just for me to take it as any other actor would. Not that I'm saying that I'm mad at him for saying that. But I just—"

"I get it. Really I do." I took his hand and gripped onto it comfortingly. "Look. Ever since Freddie died, Deacy has been—grieving. Just like he did for me, it was Freddie who helped bring Deacy out of his shell and become more involved with the band. Not just being the bass player or the quiet guy."

"The King of the one liners, the tie breaker of Queen." Joe stated.

"Yes, although John could be loud and rowdy when he wanted to. He was definitely Queen's wildcard, but he was also their Ace. Unpredictable but incredibly brilliant. Never have I met a bass player quite like him. Nor do I think I ever will." It was quiet for what felt like forever when Joe asked me.

"Do you—do you still speak to him? I mean, cause I read that you both basically grew up close together, even for being 11 years apart from each other."

"Yes. We actually lived 20 minutes from each other back in our youth. He was and will always be my brother mine." I sighed heavily. "And to answer your question, I must remind you he's always been.....a cautious subject to me. Any remembrance of Freddie just makes him break, and as I'm sure you've seen from my concert footages I, sometimes, subconsciously find myself doing some Freddie movements on stage. Whether it's flicking my wrist like he did, strutting around the stage or waving my arms like he did. Deacy's.....he knows those things. But he's always there for me when I needed him. The last time was—on the tragedy of 9-11."

"Wait you mean....."

"Jack's cousin Jared and his wife Gen, they—they were on the plane that was overtaken by the terrorists. Took five days to finally find their bodies. Jared holding Gen in his arms. It was a risk but—I knew Jack needed more support than just his American family. So he and I went over to John and Veronica's place. We went at the early mornings of course just so that way no one would spot us driving in midday and try to track us down, then at sunrise we walked up to the door and—there he was. When Jack told him what had happened, he—actually invited us in and allowed us to stay the entire time. He ended up being the right support Jack needed."

"Your husband and John were close?"

"Oh yes. More alike than you know. Both incredibly talented bass players. That's how Jack got Deacy's approval when Jack and I started hanging out. He even gave my husband private lessons."

"Wow."

"Yes. They were practically inseparable the two of them for that summer. Even during their rehearsals, you would see Deacy go in the corner and practice what riffs he'd teach my Jack next. However that was the last time I ever actually saw Deacy, 16 long years ago. Haven't gotten in contact with him since. But occasionally, at least according to Brian, he asks them how I'm doing as well as Jack."

"I hope he's living a quiet and happy life with his kids and wife."

"I know they are. I still keep in contact with Ronnie whenever I can, sometimes we go out shopping, fawn over grandchildren pics, and just catching up. She was the mother I needed when I first had Kelly."

"Sounds like she was the ultimate mama."

"You have no idea." I felt Joe place his free hand on top of mine that still had his. I smiled softly at him before I got down to the real reason why I brought him here. "Joseph, now I know that when it comes to acting, Hollywood can pick whomever they deem worthy for a role, especially if it's for a real person. I'll be honest with you; hearing your American accent puts me a little on edge. Cause I have heard some pretty bad English accents on screen that just make me want to pull my ears off agonizingly slow. Now I know Deacy has probably the most unique accent from anyone in Leicester, I mean you hear my accent and I sound nothing like his dialect. So what I want to ask of you, just for the sake of you playing my brother, may I hear you speak with John's accent?"

"What-what would you like me to say?"

"Maybe say what you did for the audition. Or anything that comes to your head. It doesn't even have to be an interview Deacy did, I just want to hear your accent." He nodded before sitting back on the couch while I leaned back on the chair.

He adjusted himself before finally miming that he was driving a car before he finally spoke about when Deacy first joined the band. The one interview he did during the 'News of the World' tour with Bob Harris.

I felt like at that moment my heart had stopped. My hands slowly covered my mouth in a prayer style while the corner of my eyes watered. And sure there were certain words that he said that still sounded American but—this was my brother. I....I was actually looking at my brother right now. They got it right.

By the end of it, Joe looked at me and his eyes grew concerned as he said.

"Did I screw up?" I stood up from my chair in silence. I then walked over to him and knelt down in front of him cupping his face. A wide smile spread across my face as I immediately hugged him and softly sobbed.

"You are my Deacy! My brother mine." I then felt him embrace me back and the two of us rocked side to side. I looked up to the heavens praying that Fred was looking down knowing he would've loved Joe playing his Deacy. "If you ever need any advice or help, I'm here for you. Promise me Joe Mazzello that you will come to me with anything regarding Deacy."

"I promise (y/n)." he still spoke with Deacy's accent which filled me with both sorrow and happiness.

We stayed that way for god knows how long. After composing myself, we left my trailer when one of the volunteers came up to us and said.

"Joe, they're ready to start filming the concert."

"Shall we go on?" I asked.

"Yes, let's." God he had my brother's quick wit already. He crooked his arm out which made me grin softly. I looped my arm through his and the two of us walked on towards the Live Aid stage.

I stood alongside Roger, Peter Freestone (Freddie's former assistant and the other consultant for the film) as well as Brian's youngest daughter Emily (who in every way was so much like her father from the hair to the smile).

"I think this will be a great shoot, don't you think (y/n)?" asked Peter.

"Indeed Pheebs. And I'm sure Freddie would've loved to have seen it."

"He would indeed." He said as he wrapped an arm around me and soon Brian came and stood beside us after being backstage with the young actors who then came out just as Queen did that day back in 85. When I saw the young actor playing our Freddie, I was already impressed.

Sure he was skinnier than Freddie was, but seeing him move about just as Freddie did it was like I was seeing Freddie right before my eyes. The boys got into position and soon began to perform the entire Live Aid concert.

Besides actually being there and seeing them perform from the wings that day over 30 years ago, this was about the greatest concert performance I had ever seen.

The boys in full costume had everything down. Gwilym channeled Brian's solo on Bohemian Rhapsody, Ben was pretty impressive on the drums, Joe had Deacy's rhythmic moves down, and the young man playing Freddie he—it was beyond what I could imagine. He wasn't just moving like Freddie, it was like he knew why Freddie would move a certain way to a song.

I was in awe cause it felt like I had actually traveled back in time and was watching Queen's most historical performance once again. I stood behind Brian and wrapped my arms around his shoulders leaning up against his head smiling from ear to ear, I felt Brian take one of my hands and gently patted it every now and then.

When the Aye-Oh's happened I could help but lowered my head and holding my laughs of joy. I swear when this is over, I need to talk to this new actor playing Freddie cause unlike Sacha, this was our Freddie. Soon Hammer to Fall came on and I couldn't help but bop my head along to the song.

I felt a tap at my shoulder and I turned to see Emily holding her phone out with the notes app open. In the app it read.

'Is this how you remember it Aunt (y/n)?' I walked towards her and gestured for me to have her phone. She handed it to me and I typed out.

'Everything and more. God I wish your cousin Kelly could've been here to see this as well as your uncle Jack. They would've loved it.' I showed her my message and she came up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as the two of us smiled happily up at the stage.

When Hammer to Fall concluded, the extras and even me and team Queen applauded. I let out a loud whistle from the sidelines as I applauded and took pictures with my own phone to show Jack and the kids later. Now I recall that it was at this time the guys ended up surprising me and the world with our duet "Set it all free" instead of the planned 'Crazy Little thing called love'.

Now I've been skeptical about having a biopic film about me, even though I knew both Queen and Elton were starting theirs at the same time, hell one of the producers Dexter Fletcher is currently directing Elton's film 'Rocketman' as we speak right now. So I didn't know if they would plan to do Crazy little thing or if they'd go the set as it was all those years ago.

I got my answer however when Ben started to play the drum intro to my song.

"You guys didn't." I muttered.

"We wanted to be historically accurate with the Live Aid set." Brian started.

"So we cooked up a little surprise for you." Roger said. It was then I heard the actor playing Freddie began chanting out along with the audience "An-gel! An-gel! An-gel!" it was then I saw a young girl come out and—by god it was like looking at my younger self from that day.

She was dressed exactly how I was with a pregnant belly suit underneath her shirt. Her hair was designed the same way as mine was, everything just took me back. Instead of a playback that the Freddie actor was using for all the singing, this young woman was actually singing and she had a pretty good voice.

I continued to watch in awe as the young woman basically became me doing each step or movement I did that day on Live Aid. I felt Brian and Roger wrap their arms around me as I couldn't even take my eyes off the young woman up on stage. I could hear the extras singing out the lyrics, even some of the crew members were bopping their heads and singing along.

She walked across the stage at the second verse right towards the Freddie actor and just like Fred and I did, they stood forehead to forehead singing the duet before she walked back out and went back to center stage. When the guitar solo came on, my eyes turned to Gwilym and he amazed me that he actually could do my hard rock solo.

After the song was over, the crowd applauded and cheered and I turned to the guys and hugged them and whispered into their ears.

"If this is you guys way of trying to get me to sign onto a biopic film......I'm highly considering it after seeing her."

"We'll introduce you later." Said Roger as we separated from the hug and we turned our attention back to the guys as We Will Rock you now began playing. I couldn't help myself by stomp my feet to the rhythm and mouth out the words.

I was just amazed by not only Gwilym's guitar playing but also the young man who moved just like how I remembered seeing Freddie move, using the mic stand as Fred always did (the cheeky man), even the facial expressions that he made were exactly like they were.

It wasn't until when 'We are the champions' came on that I could barely hold my tears in. Seeing not only Fred's actor but my actor singing the famed Queen anthem that has literally been played in every victory sport or award winning singing competition.

Seeing the two of them interact with each other, it was pure nostalgia.

By the end of the song, tears welled up in my eyes and I looked toward the heavens hoping that Freddie could see this and running through my mind I already knew what he'd say.

"Amazing jobs my darlings, not as fabulous as me but very, very close." When the extras and even some crew members cheered, Brian, Roger, Peter, Emily and myself all applauded and cheered for the boys and that's when the director called cut.

"This.....is gonna be a great movie." I said.

"I think so too. After just seeing them come together like that, I think we've finally casted the right people to play us." Said Brian.

"I agree you two, I'm liking what I've just seen so far." Roger said.

"And—I'm sure he would've liked this too." I said solemnly. I felt Roger gently rub my back and Brian said.

"I know he would."

After a few more takes of filming the Live Aid concert, the director said that it was enough for today. I walked around the set to find the producer Graham King and when I approached him I asked him.

"Graham tell me, who's the young man you got to play Freddie?"

"Oh his name is Rami Malek. His recent project was a show called Mr. Robot."

"Ahh yes I've heard of that, my Freddie is obsessed with that show. Never misses an episode."

"When we were casting Freddie I happened to come across an episode and when I saw him I—just thought I was looking at Freddie. So we brought him in, he gave us a mock interview as well as an audition that your boys saw when they first met him. And from then on it just fell into place. Do you approve of him? Is there a problem Mrs. Kline?"

"Absolutely not. Do you know where I can find Rami at right now?"

"Probably in hair and makeup getting undressed."

"Well, when he is done would you be so kind as to bring him to my trailer?"

"Of course (y/n)." I nodded in gratitude and walked off to my trailer.

I sat there once again on the chair looking through an old photo album. Each picture held a deep and personal memory for me, I thought back to the day that each picture was taken and remembered exactly what was going on at that very moment.

A knock was soon heard at my trailer. I composed myself with a deep exhale and said.

"Come in." the door opened and there without costume or the tache was Rami Malek.

"Graham said you wanted to see me Mrs. Kline?"

"Yes Rami, love please come in." he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "Take a seat." I gestured towards the couch. He sat right where Joe had sat down earlier this morning and I said. "Would you care for a biscuit, or as Americans call them cookies?"

"Uhh yes please." I smiled and handed him a tray of biscuits I always kept around me (hey a woman's gotta have her sweet tooth fix right?) and handed him my best plate of chocolate chip cookies (all thanks to my mother in law's secret recipe). He thanked me as he took one and took a bite out of it. "Mmm. Oh my god," he cleared his throat and closed his mouth before finishing the biscuit up. "This is so good."

"Thank you, it was my mother in law's secret recipe. She passed it onto me shortly before Kelly was born." He took another bite of it and swallowed that piece before saying as he set it down on a napkin that I had also provided.

"What-what was it you needed to see me for Mrs.—"

"Before we continue, I'll ask you to call me the same way I've asked the other three of the band to call me. Call me (y/n)."

"Yes of course, (y/n). What was it you wanted to see me for? Is it to talk about what you saw out there? Did I screw it up already?"

"No, no dear relax. This is nothing in the way you're thinking." I saw him take a sigh of relief.

"Oh good. Cause I know I obviously wasn't the first choice for the job."

"In my books Rami, you should've been the first one to be called for the role."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, but first there's a couple of questions that I want to ask you that Brian and Roger might not have asked you, and I want you to answer them as Freddie would've."

"Okay." I smiled softly and stood up from my seat as I set the phot album aside.

"Who is Queen not without?"

"That's easy. It's you darling. There's no Queen without their beloved Rock Angel, and no Rock Angel without her four aging Queens." I felt my heart clench at hearing Rami speak with a British tone. The softness of his voice almost sounded identical to Freddie's voice. I turned towards him and walked towards the kitchen area of my trailer.

"Who is it that you trust the most?"

"Mary. Mary is the one I trust the most. For she knows me like no one else ever will." I reached the kitchen and rested my hand against the island.

"Who are you?" Rami looked at me before finally answering something that would forever stun me.

"I've been asked that all my life. By my family, student peers, professors, the entire world. I've been told who I should strive to be but I say fuck what they say. They don't define me. No, I decided who I am. I'm going to be what I was born to be. A performer who gives the people what they want." He pointed towards the ceiling as he whispered, "touch of the heavens." He dropped his hand before finally answering, "Freddie Fucking Mercury."

My lips quivered and I ducked my head as tears began falling down my face for—god knows how many times right now.

"Oh (y/n) I—I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry, I—did I say something wrong?" Rami said urgently as he stood up and stood in front of me.

"No." I choked out. I sniffled and that's when he handed me a tissue. Oh ever the kind gentleman and concerned about my wellbeing, just like Freddie was. "No you—you've prove to me that you know just who Freddie truly was."

"Didn't want to be put in a certain category or be stereotyped." He said. I nodded as I wiped my tears with the tissue he had given me.

"For as long as I have known Freddie, especially to his last, various people have chosen one of two sides. There's the one side that the press made him out to be. The one that-that—bastard Cohen wanted to portray Freddie as. The wild, crazed, homosexual drug addict. That he deserved what he had gotten because he was so reckless and stupid. That AIDS was his form of suicide. Never did I want to punch and murder so many people. Every time I got asked about whether Freddie's death was his own fault, I just wanted to rip the interviewer apart."

"I can see why. I bet a lot of true fans and the people who knew Freddie well would've done what you've felt like doing."

"But people like you Rami, who understand that Freddie wasn't just a frontman or greatest performer to ever live. That he did come from a harsh background but rose above all the trials and tribulations that came his way to define himself as he sought out to be. That's why he was my biggest idol." I grabbed the photo album and sat down on the couch and opened it up taking out a picture that was always a favorite of mine.

It was a picture that Deacy took of Freddie and I together just after my very first performance as the Rock Angel at Madison Square Garden. Fred's arms wrapped around me as he had picked me up, huge wide smiles were spread across our faces. I felt a dip on my left side I looked up to see Rami sitting close beside me. He looked down at the picture before saying.

"Was this your first performance?"

"Yes. Out of four members of Queen, it was Freddie Mercury who truly believed that I could make a name for myself in the industry. Taught me everything there was into getting the self-confidence I needed to get up on that stage. Sure we had our ups and downs, but through all the falls we had, he never gave up on me. He gave up on no one that he loved. And Rami," we looked at each other and I told him the utmost truth, "If he were alive today, he would've loved you."

He smiled as I gently touched his cheek and the two of us looked through my photo album of every picture Freddie and I took throughout the 11 years I knew him.

At the end of the day, just before the four boys left to go hang out at a pub nearby, I stepped in and offered.

"Why not have dinner over at my place boys?"

"Oh we couldn't impose." Said Joe.

"Nonsense Joe, I insist and I won't take no for answer. Plus it'll be a more homely environment. You boys can't live on catering and pub foods for the next several months to a year. No I absolutely won't have it."

"Best go along with her boys, she got her persuasion from the best there was." Roger added in.

"Well—if you think it's a good idea." Said Gwilym.

"Of course it is. Now come on, you four can fit in my car. Let's go. Meet you there Brian and Roger?"

"We'll be right behind you love." Said Brian. I gestured the boys to follow me to my car. Ben sat up in the passenger seat, Joe sat behind him, Rami was in the middle and Gwilym sat behind me. I turned the engine on and told everyone to buckle up (mama instincts what can I say?) and we pulled out of the gate and I drove us on home.

"So (y/n), what other kind of music do you listen to?" asked Joe.

"Whatever song has a good voice and a good beat, with no autotune I will love. You can look through my Spotify and see what I have." Ben took my phone out of the phone holder and turned around as Joe took over the controls and went to my Spotify.

"Wow there are a lot of songs. And I thought you would've just stuck with what you grew up on."

"Unlike most rockstars like Roger who think everything after 1979 basically became trash music with the rise of pop or as they called it 'disco'. I'm a little more open minded. But I deny all songs that use explicit language every three words, degrading women, or promotes violence."

"You even got some old Christina Aguilera songs on here?" asked Rami.

"Who do you think helped produce her?"

"Shut the front door. You produced Christina Aguilera?"

"Yeah. I even gave her rights to a song that I wanted to do. But even singing it brought back some old wounds. So since I was helping her produce her album at the time, I turned to song over to her."

"What song was it?" asked Ben.

"Fighter."

"Shut up! That was literally my jam."

"I can attest to that. Throughout the filming of The Pacific, he would never shut that song off when getting into Eugene's character for certain episodes." Rami rose his hand.

"Yeah. I have an entire playlist of some songs I helped produce or make. You can play that playlist if you'd like. Or my typical playlist my boys best songs."

"I think in the light of our first day filming, we should go with Queen. What do you guys say?" Joe asked.

"Agree."

"Yep."

"Oh yeah."

"Aright then Joe, we'll each pick our favorite Queen song. You're up first little Tim." He grinned and scrolled through my playlist until Somebody to love came up on the speakers. "Read my mind Joseph." The piano began playing and that's when I vocalized alongside Freddie and the five of us began singing the song at the top of our lungs.

The entire car ride contained each of us picking our top favorite songs. Ben did 'White Queen' which I commended on him cause people nowadays tend to forget the old Queen songs, Gwilym picked Love of my Life, Rami chose Radio Gaga, and I, of course chose Bohemian Rhapsody.

Thanks to Wayne's world (yes I saw the movie and yes it was silly but just the opening scene alone made the movie worth watching) we basically did the same motion by motion that those boys did in the film when the operatic section came on. And of course when the headbanging rock out came on, the boys proceeded to bang their hands while I did mine not as aggressively (responsible driving kids!)

We continued to rock out to the song and it wasn't until by the end of the song that we soon arrived at my home. I pulled the car up into the garage and hit the clicker button which opened up the garage door and I pull inside just as the last line came up and Roger's gong rang off. I shut the engine and said.

"Here we are boys, welcome to casa de la Kline." We all exited out of my car and right behind us as scheduled were Brian and Roger with Bri getting out of the driver's seat. "Bout time you two got here, I was beginning to worry that I'd need to call in an ambulance."

"We're old dear, not dead." Roger sassed at me.

"But I still love you old coots. Just like I said all those years ago."

"That I do remember, the day right after you got so shitfaced after your 21st birthday. You remember that Brian?" Roger said.

"Indeed I do Rog, I even remember what we did to her to get her to apologize, think we need to do it again?"

"That might have to be arranged."

"Oh no you guys don't! We're not doing that now, now let's get inside before we all catch a cold." I guided them all inside. Once we stepped through the backdoor of the garage I could already smell something cooking, and I knew who exactly was cooking at this rate. "Baby! I'm home!" I called out from the hallway.

We turned the corner and soon came to the kitchen where a young man of 19 (going on 20 in a couple months) stood by the oven. He shut it off and turned around. He was every bit like his father when I first met him back in '83, but he had my eyes. When he saw me, he softly smiled and I came up to him.

"Sorry I didn't call in advance telling you that we would have more guests than your uncles."

"No worries mom. You know I've always cooked way more than I should." I smiled and cupped his face and we kissed each other's cheek. "Uncle Brian, uncle Roger."

"Hello Fred." Brian greeted.

"Hey lad, how's school been?"

"Oh you know, NYU's a challenge but I manage." He then directed his attention towards the young actors but when he eyes landed on Rami, he quickly grabbed my arm and whispered to me. "You didn't tell me you'd be bringing Rami Malek to our house!"

"Again slipped my mind." I teased him.

"Mom how dare you bring my celebrity crush here without telling me, look at me I'm a mess."

"Oh you're fine. Now best behavior." I wrapped an arm around my son and said. "Boys, this is my youngest son Freddie Mercury Kline. Fred, these are the boys that will be playing your uncles. This is Joe Mazzello, he'll be playing your uncle Deacy. Ben Hardy who's playing your old uncle Roger."

"Watch it lion cub." Rog warned me. I gave him a cheeky look before continuing the introductions.

"Gwilym Lee will be playing your uncle Brian, and you know Rami, he'll be playing the man you were named after."

"Uncle Freddie?"

"Yes. And—from what I've seen so far, you'll finally get to meet him through the screen."

"I don't doubt that. I'm a big fan of yours Rami, your role in Mr. Robot has been—amazing."

"I'm honored."

"Alright since we've all had a long day today, let's get some grub. Everyone grab a plate." I grabbed some extra plates from the cabinet and handed four plates out to the actors and we all assembled around the island to grab a piece of lasagna, peas, mashed potatoes with gravy and Hawaiian rolls.

Once we gathered around the table I set out the iced tea Jack had made a couple of days ago as well as some champagne or wine. "Okay guys, before we dig in I want all hands on deck." I extended my hand out.

Freddie immediately placed his hand on top of mine, Brian and Rog soon followed after and it was then Rami, Gwilym, Joe and finally Ben placed their hands on top.

"Thank you for this family, thank you for this meal. Thank you for this day. It'll be a wild ride, but I feel this movie will soar, and—that this new family will forever stay." I said ending the traditional family prayer. The young actors looked at me with warm eyes and soft smiles.

"Alright, let's dig in. You boys will never eat the same way again once you taste (y/n)'s cooking." Roger said.

"That bad?" joked Joe. I gawked at the young cheeky actor.

"On the contrary she's the best chief on this side of London. Even when she was an intern she made us this one Christmas pudding that was to die for." Brian spoke on my behalf.

"It's true. She put all the other PTA mom's to shame when it came to my school's bake sales." Freddie said as he took a bite of his lasagna.

The entire dinner was filled with talks about our lives, stories and embarrassing moments in life. Not a single person was excluded from a conversation. After dinner, Rami and Gwilym helped Freddie with the dishes while I got some other scrapbooks out and bonded a bit with Ben and Joe about my time with Rog and Deacy.

"Now this Joe was taken during my first Japan tour. At the very garden where Queen went to near the Tokyo tower, Deacy refused to let me leave without having a cherry blossom crown."

"He seems to be doing good in the picture."

"Except one twig got so tangled in my hair it literally took 15 minutes just to get it out." We both laughed before I turned the page and found a great picture of me and Roger. "Now this picture Ben, both Roger and I have this picture, this was taken after my first Hyde Park performance."

"She performed to an audience of half of what Queen did when we performed at Hyde Park." Roger spoke.

"She could've performed for more but times changed and better security measure for the public's safety prevented it from happening again." Brian added.

"One thing's for sure, I was damn well proud of her for performing at her biggest crowd at the time just barely two years into her career." Roger spoke again. I looked up and winked at him.

"You guys really do have that father-daughter bond don't you?" Joe said.

"Have ever since she gave me the real 1 and 3/7th's sugar."

"It wasn't until Brian told me the next day that Roger just says that to pull people's leg. God I felt embarrassed after that."

"Aww lovie, but it was due to that I became your favorite. And I don't regret it as I'm sure you don't."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." As Gwilym, Rami and Freddie came back in I continued going through the scrapbook sharing my photos of my days with Queen with the boys, and allowing Freddie to finally hear all the stories that he was denied cause of my grief.

As the night got darker and darker, the young actors at this moment were so full of food and exhausted from a long day's filming they actually passed out along my living room. Joe and Ben cuddled up on the couch, Rami asleep on the recliner, while Gwilym was curled up along the loveseat.

Meanwhile I was watching over them and couldn't help but think it was like seeing my boys all over again. I remember back when I was still an intern and would see the guys all passed out whether at Freddie's parties or in the studio, I always had to provide the guys comfort (which I never minded). So seeing these four young men passed out just brought me a sense of nostalgia.

"I got the spare blankets mom."

"Thank you dear. Your uncles tucked in the spare bedrooms?"

"Uncle Brian's in the room across yours and dad's and uncle Roger is in Georgie's old room."

"Good boy." I then proceeded to cover up and adjust the young actors. I wrapped both Joe and Ben in the same blanket and closed Joe's mouth gently so that he wouldn't drool in his sleep, followed by giving them each a soft kiss goodnight. Without trying to wake him up, I uncurled Gwilym from his pretzel position and covered him up.

I gingerly stroked through his hair before placing a soft kiss to his temple. He groaned and lifted his head up which allowed me to place a pillow underneath him. He hummed in content as he snuggled into it. I then went over to Rami and adjusted the seat so that he would be more comfortable. Pressing the button on our automatic recliner, his legs slowly rose up before finally stopping in full recliner mode.

I tucked him in while looking down at him. God even without the tache it was like looking at Freddie from when I first met him in person at a concert, long before I became an intern. I gently kissed his cheek before faintly stroking his cheek.

Sitting outside along the deck, Freddie and I were looking up at the stars.

"So you think this movie's gonna be a hit?"

"Critics are always hard to please, no matter if it's music or movies. From what I've read of the script yes there's misinformation but that's why it's called a biopic. There's some truth but it's the touch of Hollywood in order to make the film not a boring documentary. But those four boys, they are just how I remember your uncles being when I not only worked with them, but grew up with them hearing their music."

"I wish I had gotten the chance to meet uncle Freddie." Fred said after a brief moment of silence. I turned to him to see him looking down sadly.

"So do I love. He would've loved you as much as he did your brothers and sister. And he would've been over the moon had he found that I had named you after him." I brought my baby close and he wrapped his arms around me as we both looked up at the moon and the stars together.

The star right by the moon glowed the brightest, the very same star that shined just as bright the night after the tribute concert we did back in '92. I couldn't help as a tear slid down my face and a smile spread across my face.

I knew that it was Freddie's star, telling me that he was watching us and that he was proud.

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[mistymazzello]

Illicit Affairs | part one

Joe Mazzello x reader

summary- Y/N, a failing actress in New York City, is offered an internship as Joe Mazzello’s assistant on the set of a movie. Her seemingly small crush on her boss could get her into trouble, but what does she have to lose?

warnings- cussing

word count- 3.7

a/n- i’m sorry i promised this like 2 months ago and i’m just now posting it, but i’m so excited for you guys to read this!! please let me know what you think and if you’d like to be added to the tag list!

based on illicit affairs by taylor swift

You were finally starting to understand what people meant when they said “New York Minute”. It might seem like a silly phrase people use to describe when time is going fast, but now you’re sure that time is going faster than usual as you ran down the busy New York streets. You quickly wove through people as rain pounded on your hair and your brand new outfit, but you had no time to worry about your now drenched blouse. You were on the verge of tears as you ran down the steps to the subway, checking the time to see that you had 19 minutes.

You fished through your purse to retrieve your metrocard, shivering from the surprisingly freezing august rain. You swiped the card and the machine let out a loud beep at you. The card was declined. With only 18 minutes until your audition, tears finally began to well in your eyes.

“Please no. Please not now.” You groaned out loud, swiping the card again only to get the same result. “Please please please just work.” You whined.

“Havin’ some trouble there?” A man standing behind you observed.

You laughed sarcastically and tried the card again. “Yeah, seems like it. I think the universe just hates me today.”

“Maybe try swiping it the other way?” He wondered.

You tried. Nothing.

You groaned and put your face in your hands. “This isn’t happening.”

“Hey, sweetheart, calm down.” He reached forward and swiped his own card twice. “See? All good.”

The small gate opened and he gestured for you to walk through. Your eyes softened and you sighed lightly. “Thank you.” He nodded as you walked through. “You didn’t need to do that.” You said as he walked through to join you on the other side. You crossed your arms as your hair dripped onto your shoulders, causing you to shiver again.

“I think I did, you were holding up the line.” He joked with a smile on his face. “I’m Joe.”

You let out a small laugh as you turned towards him. “Y/N.” You stated.

“Well, Y/N, your fucking soaked.” He laughed.

You nodded and looked down at your clothes. “I’m gonna have to go into an audition looking like this.”

He looked your body up and down and then met your eyes again. You watched as he began to take his jacket off of his shoulders.

“You don’t have to do that, seriously.” You stated.

He pulled the jacket fully off of himself and held it out to you. “Well I’m going to. Here.”

You gave him a small smile and took it from his hands. Slowly putting the jacket on, you looked at him. “It’s weird meeting a nice New Yorker.”

“Rare, I know.” He laughed.

You pulled the jacket over your shoulders and wrapped it tightly around your waist.

“Better?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You hummed. “I’m like, never gonna see you again, are you sure you wanna give this to me?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Your train was announced over the loudspeaker and you screwed your eyes shut.

“Shit, I’m sorry I have to go!” You said, backing up quickly.

“Good luck!” He shouted back, watching you disappear into the distance, a small part of him wishing he was 10 years younger so he could ask you for your number without seeming like a creep.

The second you turned around, you wished you had just ditched the audition and taken the same train as him, giving yourself 15 extra minutes with him. New York is a big city, and you knew you’d never see him again, but you couldn’t help but hope that there was some kind of invisible string that will pull the two of you back together. A small smile rested on your lips as you boarded the train, trying to remember the exact details of his face. Taking a seat, you drew in a breath, subconsciously wrapping the jacket tighter around your waist. Usually, you would find it weird and uncomfortable if a random stranger paid for your train ride and gave you his jacket, but something about him made you feel comforted and safe.

You soon realized that skipping the audition to stay with him would have been a much better decision. The audition lasted maybe 90 seconds, ending with a blunt, “That’s all we need, thank you.” It wasn’t much different from any of your other auditions, nobody showing any real interest in you. There’s hundreds-maybe even thousands-of girls who are in your exact situation. An aspiring actress using money she doesn’t have to stay in New York, no real roles to your name, struggling to keep your head above water. After graduating from NYU the previous year, you thought that this would be your time, but it’s anything but that.

By the time you arrived back at your apartment it had stopped raining. You were relieved to be back to the comfort of your bed, ready to go straight back to sleep (maybe in Joe’s jacket) but the second you walked in the door, your phone began ringing. It was your dad. You didn’t even have to pick up the phone to know what he was going to say. “What are you doing today?” “Do you have a job yet?” “What are you gonna do with your life? I can’t pay for your apartment forever.”

You couldn’t even be mad, either. He paid for your share of the rent in your preppy uptown apartment. He also sent you money weekly, claiming it’s to help you until you’re able to “Get on your feet.” You didn’t think it’d be taking over a year long to get there. Despite being upset about your career choice, and the fact that he could get you a perfect, well paid job at his company in a few cities over, he wanted his little girl to be happy.

I mean, who else was gonna pay for you to live in the most expensive city in the country? Your failed auditions?

With an over-dramatic sigh, you answered the phone. “Hi dad.”

“Hello Y/N. Whatcha doing?” He said.

“I just got back from an audition.” You said, walking into the living room, the eyes of your roommates Cameron and Jessica immediately falling on you, perking up as you set your bag down on the table.

“How’d it go?” Jessica asked excitedly.

“Whose jacket is that?” Cameron shouted.

You furrowed your eyebrows and pointed to your phone, both of them sinking back down into their seats.

“And how was that?” He asked.

“It was… okay. Not exactly how I wanted it to go.”

“Seems like that’s how they’ve all been going.” He said. You just knew he had a disappointed frown on his face. It almost made you wince.

“I mean, I think I’m gonna get there, dad.” You stepped into your room and shut the door behind you.

There was a silence on the line. “I don’t know, Y/N. I hate to be the wet blanket on your big city dreams but I think you’re being unrealistic. You should come back home and I can get you a job here in 5 seconds. I just-”

“Dad, we’ve had this conversation. I’m staying here.” You said, stuffing your hands into the jacket pockets. You pulled out a gum wrapper and a few quarters. It almost made you giggle.

“On my dime?” He shot back.

Your shoulders slumped and you sighed. “Nobody’s forcing you to pay for me.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s gonna pay for you if I don’t? Certainly not yourself.”

Now you were embarrassed. “Dad… Can you please just trust me? I’ll get on my feet, I don’t know, soon, okay?”

He sighed. “6 more months.” He said.

“What?” You asked.

“I’ll pay for you for 6 more months. If you don’t have some source of income by then, you're coming home and working here.” He knew that paying for you to live in the city wasn’t a financial burden for him, he owned a company. But, he wanted you to learn how to do things yourself, and he knew if he kept spoon feeding you through life, that you would never get there.

A bit taken back, you registered that there were no other options. “Okay. That seems… fair.”

“It’s not what I want to do, honey, but I want you to be productive. To do something with yourself.”

That stung.

“Okay.” You closed your eyes.

“Alright. I’ve got a meeting, so I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay, bye dad.”

You set your phone down on your bed and set your chin on your elbow. You had better think of a better plan than going to an audition every week if you wanted to stay here. “Shit.” You mumbled.

Cameron burst into your room and you looked up at her. “Whose jacket is that?” She asked again.

“Nice to see you too, Cam.” You raised your eyebrows.

Cameron was a bold person. You had met in college, and you immediately clinged to each other’s sides. You grounded her, and she pushed you out of your comfort zone. Cameron was also kind of scary. You had seen what she’d done to people she didn’t like, how she’ll step on people to get where she wants. You’re just glad she likes you.

“Sorry, how was the audition?” She said, pushing the door fully open and leaning on your door frame.

You sighed and set your forehead in your palm.

“Oh, well.” She said, getting the message.

She came and sat on the bed next to you. “So… Now can I ask about the jacket.” She asked softly.

“Some random guy on the subway. It was raining and I was cold, so he offered it to me.”

“Ew! What if it has a tracking device or something in it?” Jessica asked, walking in the room.

Jessica came into the picture Junior year of college. She fit in perfectly between the two of you, bringing some sort of responsibility to the group. She was the stereotypical mom friend, but you loved her for it.

“Was he hot?” Cam asked. The difference in reaction made you chuckle.

“It was just some nice guy. We talked for like 20 seconds.” You stated.

“Did you get his number?” Cam asked.

“No, Cam, he was way older than me.” You said.

“Why does that matter?”

You flopped back onto your bed and sighed, the other two girls exchanging looks as you covered your face with your arms.

“What’s wrong?” Jessica asked as she walked over to sit on the other side of you.

“Nothing, I just… My dad. He says I need a job or else he’s gonna cut me off.” You said, flopping your arms down by your sides.

“Yikes.” Cam said.

“What’re you gonna do?” Jess asked.

“Get a fucking job I guess. What other choice do I have?”

They were both silent as you checked the time on your phone. It was still way early in the morning. “Guys, I think I’m gonna go back to sleep.” You said.

“Alright, babe. I have an audition at 11, so I probably won’t be here when you wake up.” Cam patted your leg.

You nodded. Cameron had already established herself as an actress. She mostly does theatre, but she did do an episode of Law and Order and a few smaller parts in other tv shows. You tried not to be jealous, but in situations like this, you couldn’t really help it.

“I have work too. I’ll be back at 4 though.”  Jessica said. She worked as a journalist for a magazine, making way more money than either of you, so it made sense to be jealous.

“Ivy’s here though, don't know if she’s leaving or not.” Cameron said. Ivy was the fourth roommate, who wasn’t friends with any of you when she moved in. She needed a place to live and you guys needed one more roommate.

She was really reserved, and she didn’t talk to any of you much. This bothered Cameron, since she’s a chatter-box, but there wasn’t much anyone could do. She was going to business school in the city, so she was a few years younger than the three of you, but she didn’t start problems, so nobody paid too much mind to her. Coming up on a year of living with her, and you didn’t really know much about her.

You nodded and climbed under your comforter, still in the jacket and your audition clothes. The two girls stood up and walked out, Jessica turned off the light before she blew you a kiss and left.

Within minutes, you passed out. You woke up a few hours later to your phone ringing. Groaning, you picked it up.

“Y/N!” Cam shouted.

“What?” You said, sitting up in bed, all at once realizing how uncomfortable your pants and blouse were. Why did you sleep in these again?

“Okay, so I was at this audition right, and they’re like, ‘You’re so great but you just don’t have the look we’re going for for this role.’” She said. You could hear cars, horns, and the general bustle of the city in the background, so you assumed she was on her way home.

You ignored her subtle brag as you got out of bed to change. You put the phone on speaker and set it on your night stand as you slowly began to undress.

“And so then they were like ‘but, we love you so much, would you be interested in a paid internship as a film director assistant?’ And I would have done it except the 2 of the 5 months that it lasts for, I’m working on that off broadway production, you know the one wit-”

“Yes, I know the one.” You said.

“Okay, well I told them that I know a girl who would want it.” She smiled.

“Are you serious?” You said as you hung the jacket on the back of your door.

“Yes I’m serious! They said you’d have to apply though, so I have the application with me, but I put in a really good word for you, and pretend I didn’t tell you this, they basically said you have it in the bag.”

You smiled as you picked your phone up again and took a deep breath. “Cameron, thank you.” you said.

“Don’t mention it.” She said smugly. “And guess who the director is?”

“I don’t know, who?” You asked.

“Joe Mazzello.” She smiled.

“Remind me who that is?” You asked.

She groaned. “He’s an actor, Y/N, like a big one. This is gonna be a big movie.”

You let out a breath of happiness. “Thank you so much Cam.”

“I’ll see you when I get home.” She said “I’m about to get on the subway.”

“Ok,” You agreed. “See you.” You smiled.

The second she hung up, you had the overwhelming urge to call your dad. But you didn’t. It felt like he wouldn’t care, or he wouldn’t think that this was serious or that he would think you’re stupid for being excited about an internship.

But it didn’t matter. You had your source of income.

No one could have prepared you for how nerve-wracking your first day would be. You’re stomach had been churning all day, from when you woke up, to when Cam wished you luck and told you to mention her to the director, right up until you were walking into the large glass building that hopefully held your future as an actress.

After a 32 floor elevator ride, one of the producers met you and another boy your age at the front desk. You gave him a weak smile, trying not to let your jaw chatter from nervousness. He looked away.

“So this is where business is done, basically. Everything that’s not done on the set is done in this building. You guys, of course, will be spending a lot of time on set and here. I’d suggest familiarizing yourself with the surroundings.” The producer explained. She was older than you by quite a bit, with silver hair that looked like it hadn’t been brushed in a few days and a kind smile that eased your nervousness. She led you down a hallway that looked like it never ended, never mentioning where she was taking you. “The set is about 45 minutes out of town, and unfortunately, we can’t offer you on set living, like the director and actors get, so you’ll have to travel back home every night.” She never looked back at the two of you as she walked, but it didn’t matter because neither of you said anything.

She stopped outside of a door, with a small plaque on the front that read “Director; Joseph Mazzello”. Her smile faded quickly as she turned around to look at you both. “This is a serious job. As directors assistants, you are to do whatever he tells you. He calls all of the shots. Hundreds of people applied for this position, and we chose you two. I could replace both of you in 5 seconds.” You gulped and glanced over at the boy, who seemed to stand a little taller when he heard how competitive this was. “He’s in here, he’s going to discuss expectations, and he’ll let you know what this job will consist of. Address him as Mr. Mazzello and whatever you do, don’t mess up.”

You nodded and she scanned both of your faces. “Alrighty then.” She smiled again, as if she hadn’t just made two 22 year olds question every decision they’ve ever made.

She knocked on the door and then opened it to poke her head in. “Joe? You assistants are here.” She opened the door to reveal the two of you, stiff as boards.

“Great! I’ve been so excited to meet the two of you!” He exclaimed, standing up from his desk. The second that he made eye contact with you, you realized who he was. Joe from the subway. You’re mouth nearly dropped open at the realization. A deep blush covered your face as you begged the universe to not let him remember you, you could hardly bear the thought of your new boss knowing that you have one of his jackets hanging in your closet right now.

He smiled as he walked around his desk to shake both of your hands. “I’m Joe.” He said as he  took your hand. You smiled, keeping in mind that this wasn’t the first time he had introduced himself like this to you.

“Y/N.” He nodded, and as far as you could tell, he didn’t recognize you.

He moved on to the boy, who had neatly styled brown hair, light eyes, and broad shoulders. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Mazzello, I’m Beck.” He said hopefully, putting your mere ‘Y/N’ to shame.

Joe smiled. “You don’t have to call me Mr. Mazzello, seriously. That goes for both of you, call me Joe.” You promptly nodded as he looked between the two of you.

“Sit down, sit down.” He said.

The two of you sat down and he went back around behind his desk. “You look so nervous. I promise I’m not mean.” He pleaded with an awkward laugh.

He went on to tell you that you probably wouldn’t be doing much in the actual film production, which you were bummed to hear, but what did you expect? “So basically, directing is a big job, and I’ll need help with day to day things. Technical things, running stuff around for me, just random tasks that I don’t have time for.”

He explained more, and the whole time he spoke, you couldn’t help but think of meeting him on the subway. How sweet he’d been, how he had given his jacket to a complete stranger and paid for you to get on. You had let your mind wander to how handsome he was, how good his arms looked in his shirt that was rolled up to his elbows. Immediately, you scolded yourself. You weren’t going to mess up your first job by getting a stupid crush on your boss. Were you really that dumb?

“Mr. M-” He raised his eyebrows as you spoke “Joe. Sorry.” You laughed.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled. “What’s up, kid.”

“We haven’t gotten much information about scheduling, how is that gonna work?” You asked.

“Oh! Yeah, I guess you’ll need to know that. Do you guys have your phones with you?” He asked.

You both nodded and you pulled yours out of your purse.

“Ok, my number is 501 333, 7689.”

You were a bit taken back at the fact that he was giving you his phone number, he hardly knew the two of you and he’s a famous actor. But, you weren’t complaining.

“I’ll just text you where to be and when to be there, alright?” He asked.

“Ok.” You both agreed.

“Alright.” He clapped his hands together. “So, first, I need someone to take these to Alex in I.T. and-”

“I’ll do it.” Beck blurted out as he stood up.

“Oh, ok.” Joe said, just as startled as you were.

“Then I need you to tell him to email me a copy of the call sheet.” He said.

“Got it, Mr. Mazzello.” He said, starting towards the door.

“Come on, call me Joe.” He smiled.

“I prefer to keep things, you know, professional.” Beck sent you a nasty side glance as if to say you weren’t professional.

“Alright then, Mr. Beck.” Joe nodded.

Beck stepped out of his office and you turned back to Joe. “Who pissed in that kids cereal?” He said under his breath, sifting through a few papers on his desk

You giggled and Joe smiled, looking up at you to meet your eyes and then back down at his papers. “So you’re from New York?” He asked.

“Well, yeah. Rochester originally, but I went to college here and I plan on staying here.” He nodded.

“Do you wanna do film production or something else?” He questioned.

“Well, the goal is to become an actress.”

“So you’ve been auditioning for things then?” He looked up at you expectantly. You prayed that he wasn’t trying to figure out if you were the girl from the subway.

You were just opening your mouth to answer when Beck opened back up the door. You both turned to him.

“That was quick.” Joe said.

“What can I say.” He shrugged cockily.

Joe sent you a glance along with a small smile. You looked at your lap, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to show.

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[goldenmazzello]

Lay all your love on me | Part 1

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Warning: Flashbacks. Language. Mentions of poor mental health, angst.

W/C: 2.8k.

A/N: Hello! This is the first part of Lay all your love on me. You can find the next parts on my pinned masterlist here.

MASTERLIST 

Your last day on set has finally arrived. It's amazing how time flies when you're busy doing things you really love, surrounded by magnificient people. It makes you forget about your every day routine and to have some fun from time to time.

Everybody was getting their make-up done for the last day of filming. As you entered the trailer in order to get yours done, a sweet, delicate voice called you.

"(Y/n)! Are you ready for our last day?" Lucy asked with a bright smile on her face while sitting on her personalized black chair, which had her name written at the back.

You smiled. "To be honest, I'm not doing too well, I'm gonna miss you guys so much." You said with a pouty face. Lucy said she would miss all of you too. 

“Oh, nice baby bump!” 

You furrowed your brows but then you remembered. You were wearing a fake silicone belly, since your character was going to be pregnant in that scene. 

“Yeah, he’s kicking so hard.” You joked. 

You sat on your chair as your assistant helped you put your wig.  You laughed at your reflection in the mirror. "I still can't used to this wig." You found it odd to wear a blonde wig.

“At least they didn’t give you a perm!” Joe appeared holding two cups of coffee on each of his hands. “Here you have, my wonderful wife.” he approached you and gave you one of the cups. You laughed at his comments. 

“Thank you, Mr. Deacon.” You thanked him and left a kiss on his cheek.

Joe bringing you coffee on set every morning became a habit, one you were very delighted with. He was so kind with you that you swore your heart could just melt for every little thing he did for you. 

And while drinking your coffee, you remembered your very first day on set and how you and Joe started talking. 

Filming had already started by your first day on set. Today, you would meet the entire cast of the wonderful movie you were going to take part in. You felt an overwhelming joy for being part of such an incredible project, not only because it was a big step in your career as an actress, but also because you were a Queen fan. And it was your very first time in London.

Your very first scene was Freddie’s birthday party. You greeted all of your new cast mates before paying attention to the director’s indications. 

You sat between two of your cast mates. One of them was wearing a long-haired blonde wig and the other a long-haired brown one with a strange fringe. You were wearing a wig as well. It was a black-haired one with a fringe and low pony tails falling over your shoulders. Your eyes had a beautiful emerald eye-shadow which you weren’t very comfortable with but you didn’t care, you were another person now, it was your job.

As they started filming, you kept a conversation with the actor that played John Deacon’s role, your husband, of who you didn't remember his name. You smile at each other and them you both joined the conversation that the others were having about Freddie’s life as his mom stood up and looked for family pictures.

The director decided to take some breaks in between the scenes. It was a good opportunity to introduce yourself and to make some new friends. 

“Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Ben.” said the blonde one who was next to you and you told him your name. The other actors joined him and all of you started talking. There was something strange in one of them, the one who was next to you and introduced himself as Joe. Why was he talking so weird? 

“Why are you doing a bad American accent?” You asked him laughing. He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth but didn’t say anything, he looked as if he was trying to find the words to say. “B-but, t-that’s my voice.” he said confused. 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” You said and covered your face with your hands. That’s why you don’t have friends, stupid, you said to yourself. 

Your face was burning and you felt absolutely embarrassed. How long have you been on set? Three hours? And you were already causing trouble. 

He laughed. “Nevermind. What an awesome compliment. I mean, I’ve been working on it so hard and you thought that I was actually British but...What’s wrong with my voice? I think it’s a pretty convincing American accent. Anyway, thanks for the compliment.” 

“I’m really really sorry, I don’t know why I said that.” Your face was still red. You wished the Earth would swallow you, you wanted to disappear from his sight. He put his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you don’t need to apologize. I really meant what I’ve said, it was a nice compliment, I’m prouder of myself now!” He assured you and gave you an expression that indicated everything was okay and there wasn’t anything bad at what you had said, he wasn’t mad at that. 

You weren’t very convinced but after getting closer to him the following days, you realized that he was telling you the truth and there wasn’t anything you should worry about. After that, you both talked about each other’s lives. You found out he lived in New York, just as you. He was from there but you were from New Jersey. You told him how you ended up moving to New York to study and work on your acting career. Since that day, you both became very good friends. And the same thing happened with Ben, Gwilym, Rami and Lucy, you became close to them because of your new friendship with Joe. 

“Let’s take a picture for Instagram.” Joe suggested. You stood next to him, with your right hand covering half of your mouth showing surprise and Joe put one of his hands on your fake belly and the other did the same as yours. 

Lucy took the photo. 

@Joe_Mazzello: Say hi to the Deacon family! @(y/n)(y/s/n) #BohemianRhapsody #Queen #DeaconFamily 

~

The director was giving the last indications for the scene. We will rock you. You were on a sofa next to Joe, having a conversation as Ben did the same with the actress who played his wife and the one who was Gwilym’s wife sat there looking at him, while he was looking at Rami, completely annoyed. The girls were very good actresses but unfortunately, they weren’t very close to the rest of the cast and won’t be joining the future tour press since they have another projects in the pipeline. 

“You look so funny in that blonde wig.” Joe teased you, knowing that you hated it. 

Actually, Joe wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, as always, but he wasn't bold enough to do it.

"Shut up or I'll take your wig off." You threatened him, he mocked you and rested his head on your shoulder.

And after that, Gwilym ordered everybody to join him. He came up with the beat of a new song he had been working on. Suddenly, all of you were clapping your hands at the third beat as Rami appeared and apologized for being late. He asked what was going on and Gwilym explained he wanted to give the audience a song they could perform and be part of it and you all began to sing and clap your hands.

"Cut!" The director shouted.

And everything was done. There were no scenes left, nothing else. After that, Rami suggested to go and have coffee. All of you were sat on the floor and drinking your coffee.

"I can't believe it's our last day." You said.

"I still remember the very first time you were on set." Gwilym said. "And the odd American accent." he moved his gaze from you to Joe and laughed.

"Oh no, please, I'm still ashamed of that." You begged him not no bring that back.

Memories from set were mentioned as you took a sip of coffee. You had a big smile on your face as you remembered probably one of the best days of your life and the best memory on set.

"Who's coming over?" You asked Rami, who was taking his crown off and put in on your head, you laughed.

"I don't know, darling. Maybe some fans." He shrugged. He got used to talking like Freddie.

After Freddie's party scene in Garden Lodge, the director suggedted to take a break and said that they had some guests on set that day.

"I thought we were going to film the I want to break free music video now." Gwilym said thoughtful with his hand on his chin.

"Hey mates, look who are here today!" Ben said as he, Joe and Lucy stood next to you, Rami and Gwilym and pointed at the door.

You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw them.

Brian May and Roger Taylor were a few feet away from you. Brian and Roger, from Queen, your favorite band, your idols.

"Hey folks, How are you doing today?" Asked Brian with a charming smile. 

Everybody greeted them but you. You were in shock, your face was as white as a sheet and your jaw was slacked. Lucy seemed to notice you and held your hand. 

Joe put his hand in your back and rubbed it softly. “Let’s go outside and catch some fresh air.” 

“Hey, who’s this pretty lady?” Roger asked. He took off his black glasses. 

“(Y/n) are you okay?” Lucy asked worried and the four men next to you turned to look. 

Oh God, you were absolutely nervous. Never in your craziest dreams you thought about having this opportunity. You knew that Brian and Roger sometimes visited the set but you didn’t think they would do it a day you were there. 

“I-I-I’m (Y/n)...” you extended your shaky hand. “Oh sorry for this, but I’m a big fan of Queen and...Oh God I can’t believe it!” Roger laughed and took your hand and shook it. You thought you were going to faint. You could feel your knees weaken. 

“No! I’m okay” You were shaking.

“Wow, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve seen some pictures of you here on set with these amazing people, you’re doing amazing.” He said and Brian nodded. 

“We’re finally meeting!” Brian said and you smiled with watery eyes. 

Joe wondered what made you deal with so much pain, you'd never said anything about that. He felt his heart broke at the mere thought of you being in pain.

Brian and Roger were absolutely grateful for your words. 

“I feel like I’m dreaming.” You laughed nervously. “You guys don’t have an idea of how much I appreciate you, your music helped me to heal so much pain and I will be forever grateful for that. I wanna show you something.” You said as you uncover your left wrist from your sleeve. You had a beautiful butterfly tattooed and under it, a lyric from one of your favorite songs by Queen, Spread your wings. “I’ve had this for over 12 years now and one of my biggest wishes was to show it to both of you someday and to thank you for everything."

“I’m glad our music help you in any possible way.” Brian said “And your tattoo is amazing. John would be very pleased If he saw it” You smiled. 

“I love it.” Roger said. “Hey Bri, why don’t we take a photo with her for Instagram?” 

“That would be nice.” 

Oh my God. 

"Let me be your photographer." Rami asked Brian for his phone and took some photos of your tattoo and others of you with them. A few minutes after that, your phone buzzed. Queen has tagged you on a post. 

@OfficialQueenMusic: “So glad to meet a fan today that will be part of our upcoming movie. Thank you for sharing your story with us @(y/n)(y/s/n) #BohemianRhapsody” 

That was, by far, the best day of your entire life. 

“Hey, come back to Earth, where are you?” Ben asked moving a hand in your face. You shook your head. 

“I was thinking about the first time I met Brian and Roger.” You blushed and he laughed.

“Oh, the day you almost pass out” Ben joked and you slapped him on his arm. “Hey, Am I telling a lie?” 

“Of course I almost pass out, my eyes were lucky to see Brian and Roger in person.” You and Ben giggled. 

“I’m going to miss you, do you know that?” Ben asked. 

“So do I!” You hugged him. Smiling. "You know I'm going to visit you."

Those weeks on set made you realize how lucky you were to find such incredible people. After years and years of being alone in your misery. After the countless nights you cried yourself to sleep and feeling like a piece of shit for being so alone in this world, everything was making sense now. 

You never told them about what you had been through. Being a teenager wasn’t easy. You wanted people to destroy the concept that your teenage years are supposed to be fun and those are the best years of your life because when you hit your late 20s, responsibilities are hard to manage and everything seems to be falling apart. Why couldn’t you be happy now?

Now, that you were 30, that everything was left behind. You wished you could say that you were a happy teenager and you didn’t have to fake a smile and pretend everything was okay. There were days you barely could get out of your house and see other people, or even worse, some days you couldn’t get out of bed and shower because there wasn’t any motivation at all. And no one understood. No one knew how hard it was being you, having such an stressful life that you worried about every little thing and it seemed you would never be at peace. You never felt safe. How hard it was to interact with others without thinking that they just did it to be nice to you or that they were desperately waiting for you to shut your fucking mouth. Isolation didn’t feel right. Loneliness didn’t feel right. Nothing felt right at all. You couldn’t keep pretending to be happy, you needed a reason to keep holding on, something that made you believe that your life was going to change, you wanted to be back on your feet and to know that all of that pain was gone.

Maybe it wasn’t so hard to be you, and eventually, you would find out where you belonged. You felt it was taking forever and you couldn’t wait for things to get better. You knew that someday things would be better and that your day would come. Sometimes you wished someone would save you, but you knew that you had to save yourself. If only you could find what you've been looking for. "How could this happen to me? "was the only thing that was always on your mind. You were sick of this life, you wanted to scream. You felt out of place, you were sick of feeling so left out.

And at that moment, you knew that your 18-year-old-self would be proud of you. Proud of the woman you had become and that now, all of your worries were left behind. You didn’t have to worry about that again, but it was still hard to open your heart and tell people about it. You weren’t embarrassed, it was part of you, part of your story but you didn’t want people to pity you. 

You didn’t realize you were almost crying until Joe spoke. 

“What’s going on?” He hugged you. Your vision was blurry, it was difficult for you to see clearly. You wiped your tears with your thumb and you chuckled. 

“I’m very emotional today. I’m grateful for everything that this movie brought me, especially the five of you.” 

There was a broad smile on Joe’s face. “Well, I’m glad you say that because you won’t get rid of me so easily, huh?” He joked. Joe always knew how to make you smile. But he was right, you lived like 30 minutes away from him, you would see each other everyday. “I have a list of places we’re visiting after coming back to New York.” 

“That’s why I love you.” You hugged him again. He smiled.

Joe felt something on his chest. He wished that I love you meant something else than being loved as a friend, but at the same time, he didn’t want to feel like this, he didn’t want to be in love again. Since his last girlfriend cheated on him with his friend, he couldn’t feel anything for someone. All of his dates failed and he decided to take some time for himself.

But there was something Joe couldn’t deny, when you were near, everything seemed so easy, he could look into your eyes and forget the world. 

“I love you even more.” 

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