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xtrashmammalstefx · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy cute family Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where reader and their 1 year old daughter surprise visit Joe on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody?

Small Squish (A Joe Mazzello Fluff)

Warnings: None, mild language maybe.

No matter how many times I did this it never fails to make me feel like I’m stepping onto a land of wonder. ‘Course the fact that I had a one year old in my arms looking wide eyed at everything only added to it.

Joe says she looks a lot like me but when I look at her I only see him. His hair, his eyes, even that annoying smile he had that I could never say no to.

Joe and I met when we were fourteen when I got cast as an extra in Simon Birch. I remember I was walking around the set just as I was doing now when I felt a pair of eyes on me. “Take a photo it’ll last longer.”

I turned just as Joe started to stammer an apology. His ears glowed red in embarrassment...it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

“S-sorry, uh, I didn’t mean to...Um I’m just gonna go kick myself in the nuts real quick.”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled under my breath. “Okay but just say hi next time Joe… you don’t have to be a creeper.”

“Oh uh sure thing, uh…”

“Y/N,” I said. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

I turned and continued my exploration. “You know what?” Joe called out to me. “I think next time I’ll say… will you go out with me?”

“In that case I’ll say yes,” I smiled.

That was the start of us.

Eventually we took to saying other things and doing other things. Our flame only grew stronger.

“Are those the two most beautiful women in the world I see?” A familiar face greeted us using a well known British accent.

“Hey Rami,” I greeted him. “Look Small Squish it’s uncle Rami.”

“U-Unca,” she said.

Rami gasped. “She’s talking now? Joe didn’t tell me she was bloody talking now!” He scooped her into his arms. “Dear Freddie you must slow yourself down lovey. You’re growing much too fast, and I am nowhere near ready to have a fully grown God-daughter.”

“By the way where is Daddy Deacon? We were hoping to surprise him,” I said.

“Oh he should be along any minute now,” Rami said. “He’s missed you both terribly these last few weeks.”

I sighed. “Of course he did.” That was when I felt a familiar pair of eyes burning holes in the back of my head. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” I turned and Joe was sprinting towards me, his newly permed hair hidden beneath a baseball cap.

He crashed into me wrapping his arms around me in a vice tight hug. “You can say hi next time babe… you don’t have to be a-” He cut me off with his lips. I swear his kisses never grew boring. In fact they sent a burning ache within me just as they did the first time. After a while he pulled back.

“I love you,” he said.

“We love you too,” I said pecking him on the lips before motioning at our small squish in Rami’s arms.

“Hey princess,” Joe said taking her into his arms. “You’re getting so big.”

“Dada,” she said damn near squeaking in excitement.

“Wait, what are you guys even doing here?” Joe asked.

“We missed you you dork,” I said. “Plus small squish here has something to tell you.”

“Oh, what is it baby?” He asked her.

I unzipped her jacket revealing her little t-shirt I had made.

CALL ME SISTER-SAURUS REX! It read with two little dinosaurs playing around it. I placed my hand on my stomach as Joe looked at me wide-eyed.

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”

“BABE NOT IN FRONT OF HER!”

“Oh, uh, sorry,” he turned to her. “You didn’t hear that. Got it?” She just smiled at him. He then handed her back to Rami who had the biggest smile on his face. Joe excitedly pulled me into his arms.

“I love you so fucking much it’s not even funny,” he said almost crying.

“I love you too,” I said before he was suddenly kissing me hard. His tongue explored my mouth as his arms wandered my body.

“Dear God you too are you going for baby number three already?” Rami said making us pull apart laughing. He had his hand over our small squish’s eyes.

“Jealous are we?” I teased.

“Oh please, I’ve seen you naked just as much as he has,” Rami pointed out. I’d had a semi big part in Mr. Robot which required me to ‘have sex’ with Rami constantly… I am not looking forward to that Mommy Daughter conversation.

“Yeah but only one of us has actually gotten some from her,” Joe said.

“True, lucky bastard,” Rami teased.

“Do I even want to know what I just walked in on?” Asked a young blonde with impressive muscles.

“Could’ve sworn I heard the words naked and something about ‘getting some’.” A taller man chimed in.

“Gwil, Ben, this is my wife, Y/N and our small squish,” Joe motioned at us.

“Ah so you’re the one Joe has threatened to divorce me for,” I said.

“I am so sorry love,” Ben said. “I swear we didn’t want to hurt anyone but…”

“But the heart wants what it wants,” Joe added wrapping his arm around him. “How are we today babe?”

“Brilliant until I found out you fathered an actual angel,” Ben looked over at our little girl. “No way am I ruining this beauty’s life, so I’m afraid we have to break up.”

“But...babe!”

“No buts Joe,” Ben said. “At least not this one,” he tapped his own ass.

“Are they always like this?” I asked Rami and Gwil.

“Sadly I think we’ve grown use to this already,” Gwil said. “Lovely to meet you by the way.”

“You too,” I said.

“Loveys I know we’d all rather spend the day gushing over this little cherub,” Rami said motioning at our small squish. “But Dexter’s on his way over so we best get back to it.”

No sooner had he said that Dexter was barking into the megaphone for them to take their places on the stage.

Rami handed me back my baby and quickly gave her a peck on the forehead. “Wish us luck darling,” he pecked me on the lips.

“Good luck boys,” I said before Joe planted a chaste kiss on my lips which quickly became deeper. I pulled back. “Hon, keep that up and you’re going to be fired.”

“It’s what you do to me, babe.”

“Go be musical porn my disco Deaky,” I laughed.

Joe reluctantly followed his band mates.

In my arms our small squish looked after him. We both stood in front of the stage and watched as Joe performed his heart out. A big dopey smile spread across his face.

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The Game | 2 | Joe Mazzello

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,677

Summary: When Joe visits Ben in London and they’re sent a round of drinks from a pair of girls at a pub, Joe is ready to play a game of love

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Part 1

Ben and Joe quickly pulled on their coats, gesturing for the girls to walk on ahead before following them out. “So, where would you ladies like to go?” Joe smirked, clapping his hands together as they came to a stop outside the pub.

“Uh...well I know of another few other pubs not too far from here if we want to head in that general direction first, if things go well, we can figure out something from there.” (Y/N) suggested with a shrug.

“Lead the way!” The American cheered. (Y/N) smirked mischievously at him before grabbing (Y/F/N)’s arm, pulling her on ahead in the direction of the next pub before starting to chat quietly to her.

Ben looked at Joe with a quizzically raised brow seeing the stupid grin on his face. He was clearly smitten over (Y/N) in just a few minutes. He was hopeless. Ben smirked slightly. “You sure you know what you’re doing there mate?”

“Please by the end of the evening she’s going to be putty in my hands.” Joe tried to wave him off as they walked off in pursuit of the girls. He was either going to get this girl or be extremely depressed the rest of the night, there was no in-between.

Ben rolled his eyes. “I could tell by the way she’s throwing herself at you…” Joe looked up to see (Y/N) turned around looking at the pair of actors with a smirk glued to her lips. God was she beautiful. She laughed before turning back to her friend. “See, she doesn’t even know what we’re talking about and she’s already laughing at you.”

“Oh, fuck off. I’ve got a whole plan worked out. Just watch.” Joe smirked as they walked up next to the girls who were stopped on the corner waiting for the light. The American deposited himself at (Y/N)’s side, hands deep in his pockets trying to keep warm in the frigid winter’s air. “So, uh (Y/N), what’s the name of this pub we’re off to?” Joe took a moment to take the female in, in the low lighting of the street. She was absolutely stunning. The way her (h/c) locks were being blown back from her face in the light wind. The scintillating glint in her dazzling (e/c) orbs from the soft light of the streetlight above them, complemented by the perfect smoky eye she had done that showed them off so fantastically. Her outfit complimented her every curve and showed off her best assets and god was it hard for him to stop looking at her.

He couldn’t get over how incredible she looked, so much so he didn’t hear her reply. “Hey, space cadet!” She waved her hand in front of his face.

“Hmm, what?” Joe asked, closing his eyes before shaking his head out.

The three people before him snickered slightly. Ben placed a hand over his mouth to try and disguise his amusement for Joe’s sake. Of course, Joe saw anyway and just gave the blonde an unamused look. “I told you he wasn’t listening.” (Y/F/N) giggled softly as she and Ben walked on ahead with the change of the light, allowing the pair to be alone.

“Alright?” (Y/N) asked the actor with a soft giggle as they stepped off into the street.

“Not gonna lie, I kinda wanna light myself on fire right about now.” Joe chuckled awkwardly. “I must look so stupid right about now.”

“Yeah, pretty much.” (Y/N) looked at him with a straight face before she giggled softly, seeing the dejected look on his face. “I’m only teasing, I think it’s cute.” She smiled.

“I do have a certain irresistible charm, don’t I?” He smirked.

“Cheeky.” She laughed, playfully bumping shoulders with the actor. “But we’re going to a pub called The Dog and The Duck.”

Joe nodded as he sunk his hands deep into his pockets, as he trudged on next to (Y/N). “You look amazing tonight, by the way.” He looked over at her, hoping he was making up for earlier a bit by complimenting her.

(Y/N) smiled softly, feeling a blush spread over her face as she looked over at him. “Thanks.”

They arrived at the pub shortly after. The four of them grabbed one of the only remaining tables before the boys went up to the bar to grab them the first round of pints. “So, you and (Y/F/N) seem to be getting rather close,” Joe smirked, nudging Ben ever so slightly. He was getting awfully close to her on the walk over, Joe might just be stuck listening to Ben having the time of his life through the wall all night if he didn’t work fast enough. “Do I have to be worried?”

The blonde actor rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t be daft. We’ve hardly said anything to each other.”

“Baby steps, my friend.” Joe waved him off as his pints for him and (Y/N) were set in front of him. He had at least a basic concept about how he was going to snag the (H/C) woman back at the table. He should at least give Ben the common courtesy bestowed upon Joe by the ‘bro-code’ and help him get a girl tonight as well. “I could be your wing-man.”

“I think you’ve got your hands full with her friend.” He chuckled. “And what about you and (Y/N)? You two looked as though you were getting pretty cosy on the walk over.” Ben jested turning around ever so slightly. He smirked seeing (Y/N) quickly look away before turning back to (Y/F/N). “Can’t keep her eyes off you.” He chuckled.

“What can I say, I’ve got all this…” He paused a moment brushing off his shoulders trying to act cool. “American charm.”

“If that’s what you want to call it. Whatever helps you sleep at night. mate.” Ben chuckled.

Meanwhile back at the table, the girls had been chatting quietly amongst themselves as the boys stood with their backs to them at the bar. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god…!” (Y/F/N) breathed with an incredulous smile on her face as she looked at her friend next to her on their side of the table. “We’re actually here with them! They’re actually with us!”

“I told you that sending the drinks was going to be a good idea.” (Y/N) smirked, looking over (Y/F/N) shoulder at the boys as they stood at the bar. Joe wasn’t normally the type of guy that she would’ve gone for, but something about her drew her to him. She bit her lip as she stared at the back of his head, there was a certain charm to him that she was desperate to figure out. She’d spend as long as it took to figure out how he had managed to crawl his way under her skin so quickly. “They’re quite charming, aren’t they?”

“Yours seems a bit oblivious if I’m completely honest.” (Y/F/N) teased gently.

“At least mine talks.” (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at the (Y/F/H/C) next to her before turning her gaze back to Joe. She felt a stupid grin spreading across her lips until Ben turned around, looking back at the table, a smirk poised on his lips as he talked to Joe. The (H/C) female drew in a sharp breath as she quickly turned to look back at (Y/F/N), hoping to god that the blonde at the bar hadn’t caught her staring at his friend. “Yours seems interested by the way. Just checked you out.” (Y/F/N) blushed fifty shades of crimson as she giggled softly to herself. “Awe, come on babe, you got to own your hotness every once and a while. You’re a real catch!”

“So you keep telling me, but it has yet to happen.”

“Well, tonight could be your lucky night.” (Y/N) winked at her friend, seeing the boys returning to the table over her shoulder.

“Here we are!” Joe cheered, setting the pint down in front of (Y/N) before taking his seat across from her. “You said a Strongbow Dark Fruit, yeah?”

“Sure did, thanks.” She smiled at him as she took a sip of her drink. “Ah, that’s the ticket right there.” She sighed leaning back in her seat as she smirked across the table at the American. “So what brings you to England then?”

“I’m going to be moving here in about a month for work for a bit. For now, I’m just here for some, I guess you could say interviews.”

“Oh, so you’re going back to America then?” (Y/F/N) sighed, slightly disappointed. She was wasting her time, wasn’t she? Even still she was determined to spend the night with Joe if anything to show him what he was going to be missing out on.

Joe smirked cheekily. “Don’t you worry, I’ll be back in a month.” He winked at her. “I’ll have my own place then, but for now I’m crashing with this guy.” He pointed his thumb over at the blonde sitting next to him. It was then that Joe noticed how intently that (Y/N) was staring at him, but not in a lustful kind of way. More in like an I know your secretkind of way. “Why do I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before?”

“Uh…” Joe’s heart sped up ever so slightly. He was used to not many people recognizing him, but even still that didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy being able to be a completely normal guy who hadn’t been in an extremely successful film franchise as a child, or in one of the biggest biopics about one of the greatest bands in history a few years back. “I really doubt that.” He shrugged her off, deciding that telling a little white lie would’ve been in his best interest. The last thing he wanted to do was answer questions about being in the entertainment industry all night. “Must have a twin or something in London.” He chuckled. “Though I have been told I look like a young John Deacon so maybe that’s it.”

“Yeah...I suppose you’re right.” She squinted her eyes at him before looking over at Ben. She stared at him, lost in (Y/F/N)’s eyes despite the fact that she wasn’t looking at him before looking at (Y/F/N). “Don’t you think he looks a lot like the guy who used to play Peter Beale on EastEnders?”

“Now that you mention it, he does a bit…” (Y/F/N) furrowed a brow quizzically at the blonde across from her.

“Hey Ben!” (Y/N) tried to grab his attention. “I know I’ve seen you somewhere before. You wouldn’t happen to know EastEnders, would you?”

Joe turned his gaze to the younger actor next to him expecting an answer, but to nobody’s surprise, it was Ben’s turn to be lost in thought as he stared at the (Y/F/H/C) across the table from him, a stupid, lovesick look on his face. The group laughed a little bit at his dazed state. “Ha, now who’s being the oblivious one.” Joe teased gently.

“Go on (Y/F/N), try to snap him out of it with a witty remark or something.” (Y/N) nudged her friend with a smirk, referring to what she had said to Joe earlier when he had been gone.

“I am absolutely not asking him if he wants to see my tits like you did.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Wait you said what?!” Joe laughed in surprise. He hadn’t realised that. Boy was this kid lost. Joe chuckled softly as he tried to shake the blonde from his distracted gaze. “Hey, Romeo, snap out of it.” Joe teased waving a hand in front of his face, snapping Ben back to reality.

“Oh uh...sorry what were you saying?” He asked, turning to look at the other actor, a slight glare of annoyance for interrupting his staring to his gaze.

Joe snickered softly at Ben before turning over to look at (Y/F/N). “(Y/N) was just asking why she feels like she’s seen us before.” He explained, not sure if Ben wanted to disclose that information.

It wasn’t often that they got to go under the radar as normal guys, especially Ben. EastEnders had been the thing to put him on the map here in England, and so many people knew the show, so he figured he’d let the younger actor take the lead on this one.

“Oh, well, you know I live here in London, perhaps you might’ve seen me around.” Ben tried to wave her off.

“In a city with over a million people living in it?” She scoffed. “Highly unlikely.”

“Never know, if you’re a frequenter of that first pub, then you’re bound to catch me in there with my mates for a pub quiz on a Friday night.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his pint. On the surface, (Y/N) seemed to accept this answer, but inside something was screaming at her that the blonde and his friend were hiding something about themselves, something that was drastically important. After a while, they migrated over to The Lyric, where they had a high-top table to sit around, this time Joe and Ben across from each other with the girls in between them. It had been a pretty chill night so far, discussing music and films, while the two actors casually danced around their own professions. “So (Y/F/N) what would you say your favourite film is?”

“Oh you ask me to choose my favourite child! There’s so many amazing films out there.” She groaned as she pondered his question. “I guess if I had to pick one, it would have to be...Jurassic Park.”

Joe’s eyes lit up when (Y/N) had said Jurassic Park. “Really?” He asked leaning forward in his seat, a wide grin stretching across his features. “What about it do you like so much?”

“Well let’s face it, nobody can compose a score like John Williams.” She laughed. “Star Wars, Harry Potter, ET, Indiana Jones, what’s not to like? Then I guess the acting was pretty good, especially the kids.” Joe beamed at this answer. Sure (Y/F/N) wasn’t the one that he was interested, but it was always nice to hear people compliment his work, especially when they didn’t realise, they were. This look of adoration didn’t go unnoticed by (Y/N). She stared at the man trying to figure out why all of a sudden, his loyalties had changed. It wasn’t until he started talking about Jurassic Park, particularly about Timmy, did it finally dawn upon her where she had seen him before. This man sitting next to her was the grown-up little boy from Jurassic Park! Oh, (Y/N) just had to tell (Y/F/N), right now. It was luck that at this moment both girls were finishing up their drinks. They wouldn’t dare leave the table together before they were gone. She motioned her head toward the sign that said ‘Toilets’ with an arrow pointing in their direction. (Y/F/N) nodded before rising with her. “We’ll be right back, just going to pop off to the toilet’s really quick.” The boys nodded and fell into their own conversation as the girls wound their way through the crowded pub.

“We get it Joe you were a successful childhood actor. No need to go rubbing it in my face.” Ben chuckled softly, winking cheekily at the older actor.

“Well, you know it’s not every day I get to hear people’s genuine opinions on my work.” Joe chuckled as he finished off his pint.

“Uh-huh, well could you get those opinions without making it seem like you’re moving in on my girl?” Ben asked with a raised brow. “I think (Y/N)’s starting to get a bit jealous, she was looking at you a bit weird just now before they left.”

“Oh god, you don’t think she thinks I’m hitting on (Y/F/N) do you?” Joe asked, a bit mortified at the very idea. (Y/N) had been great fun all night, she was so witty, not to mention beyond beautiful. Last thing he wanted to do was make it seem like her friend was getting all the attention.

“Well, if she does, I’d recommend doing some major clean up if I were you.” Ben suggested as the girls reapproached the table, Ben and Joe grinned widely at them as they sat down with the next round in hand.

“Can you two be any more perfect?” Joe chuckled as he took the last sip of his other pint before reaching for the other.

“You’ve just about read my mind.” Ben chuckled doing the same.

The conversation quickly picked up where it had left off, this time Ben more so staying in conversation with (Y/F/N) and Joe with (Y/N). After a while, (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how Joe seemed rather distracted by something as she was telling him a story about her favourite song and the meaning it had to her. He frantically began to look around the table. “Oh, goddamn it.”

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked with a raised brow, confusion laced over her features as the other two broke from their conversation to look at the American actor.

“I don’t have my bag. I had a work thing before Ben and I went to the pub you guys found us in.” Joe groaned as he leaned forward on the table banging his head up against it. The new script for the film he was about to be working on was tucked in there with his name written all over it. If that script was leaked before the film came out, and the producers found out it was him who had been so careless, not only would he be fired in an instant, but probably blackballed as well.

“You didn’t have a bag when we left the first pub, perhaps you left it behind.”

The American was clearly beginning to panic at this point at the thought of his bag being lost out there in the cold dark streets of London...all on its own. “There’s confidential script things in there. If that gets leaked, I’m so fired.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at this statement. Script things? Could her suspicions about Joe be true?

“Hey.” (Y/N) reached out gently placing a hand on his trying to calm him. “It’ll be alright. We’ll find it. Just call the pub.”

Though frazzled, Joe took out his phone and began scrolling through the names of the nearby pubs, desperately in search of the contact info for the pub they had been at before. He eventually found it, and while he was distracted on the phone, Ben turned to the two ladies on either side of him. “I guess that means we’re going to have to take off.” He sighed sadly, his eyes connecting over with (Y/N)’s for a moment. “He’s not from around here, can’t have him getting lost…” He explained with a frown.

“Well, I’ll go with him.” (Y/N) name spoke up looking over at (Y/F/N) with a smile, hope sparkling in her eyes. Now was her chance to be alone with Joe and find out if her suspicions were true. She’d still be interested in him regardless of if they were or not, but there was something exciting about the prospect that she was. “That is if you don’t mind being left alone with…” She looked over at the blonde actor, a soft giggle escaping her lips before back at her friend.

(Y/F/N) nodded before she stood, walking over to whisper in (Y/N) ear. “Now’s your chance. Don’t fucking blow it.” (Y/F/N) laughed in her ear. “And remember, use protection.

(Y/N) turned a dark crimson at what she said. (Y/F/N) was normally so innocent so to hear such a thing escape her lips was new for the (H/C). “I’ll be fine. Just text me if you need me.” (Y/F/N) giggled at her friend as she rounded her way back around the table, sending Ben a bright smile.

“Okay, thank you so much.” (Y/N) heard Joe say, grabbing her attention once again. “The first pub’s got it.” The American actor shrugged on his coat as he stood looking over at Ben. “I’m going to go grab it, I’ll be back soon.”

“Would you like some company?” (Y/N) smirked, smoothly timing her attempt at spending some alone time with Joe. Judging by the way he stood there for a moment, clearly in shock she certainly had the American wrapped around her finger. Getting the rest of this evening to go her way was going to be all too easy.

Joe on the other hand was absolutely floored. She wanted to come with him. He was actually going to be alone with her. It was now or never, he had to make up for what an idiot he had been earlier on the street “Uh...Yeah! Sure! That’d be great!” He nodded, rambling ever so slightly as (Y/N) stood, his eyes glued to her as she pulled on her jacket. “I could use someone to show me around.”

“I think I can do that.” She winked at him cheekily, sending a flush over the actor’s cheeks as she turned to look at the blonde and the (Y/F/H/C) who remained at the table. “Don’t do anything I would do, but then again don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s a little grey area there for you (Y/F/N).” She winked again before leaving the pub with the other actor.

The pair walked along in silence for a little bit. “I uh...thanks for coming with me.” Joe stumbled over his words a bit. “I’m sure I would’ve gotten horribly lost and ended up getting mugged in an alleyway or something.” He laughed.

“Well, I wouldn’t count yourself completely out of the woods yet. The chances of me mugging you in an alleyway may be slim but they’re still there.” She winked cheekily.

Joe gasped in fake shock, placing a hand over his chest. “Are you saying you would do things to me in an alleyway?”

(Y/N) smirked softly as she slyly looked over at the actor. “Eh, probably not.” She chuckled under her breath slightly seeing how dejected Joe looked for a moment. “Now in my bed however...that could be fun.”

Joe smirked pulling the girl to a stop by a hand around her waist. “Oh-ho.” He chuckled softly, pulling her close so she was but a lips distance away from him. “Is that a bit of desire I’m sensing?”

“Among other things.” She winked cheekily, kissing his cheek before pulling herself out of the actor’s arms, continuing on toward the pub he had left his bag at. Joe stood there dumbfounded, what was the girl doing to him that he was so whipped this early on? “Hey, Stars and Stripes, you coming?” She called over her shoulder for the American actor.

Joe quickly caught up to the girl as they made their way back to the first pub. He saw her checking him out from the corner of his eye every once and awhile. “I can feel you burning holes in my head.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry for staring it’s just...you look so familiar. You’re sure we’ve never met before?”

The actor gulped slightly; he was rather enjoying not having to talk about his films with someone he was interested in in the longest time. “If you had to say who I look like, who would it be then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“Hmm...well if I had to say one, it’d be the grown-up version of Timmy in Jurassic Park. Or, like you said, maybe even John Deacon from Queen.” She shrugged. She was almost positive that Joe was, in fact, Joe Mazzello the actor, but she didn’t want to assume anything. If he wanted to tell her that he was that actor, he’d do it in his own time.

Joe narrowed his eyes as they stopped outside the pub that had his bag. “Alright, how long have you known?” He asked with a slight smirk.

“For sure? About five seconds.” She winked. “Before then, I only thought you looked like him.”

The actor groaned, rolling his eyes as they entered the pub. “You’re not one of those crazy overzealous fangirls who’s going to try and murder me or cut off a lock of my hair when you think I’m not looking are you?”

“No, why? Does that turn you on?” She smirked cheekily, making the actor burst out laughing.

“Only every second Tuesday.” He said before turning to look at the host. “Hi, I called earlier about a bag I left behind?” As the worker left in search of the bag, Joe turned to look at (Y/N). “Well, you’re right, I am Joe Mazzello.” He sighed. “Please don’t think any differently of me now that you know…”

“You mean give you special treatment?! Nah, I’m going to treat you like the worthless piece of pond scum you are.” She winked at him, making him laugh again. She had no idea where this sudden boost of confidence was coming from. She desperately hoped deep inside that he was genuinely finding her humour as just that, humour and not that she was actually insulting him. That would be her luck. She had started talking to him because she thought that he was funny and handsome not because he was Joseph Francis Mazzello III.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smirked. “You’re not like other girls I’ve met.”

“Because I’m sexy beyond belief?” (Y/N) asked, striking a ridiculous pose batting her lashes at the actor. That would be an understatement, the actor thought to himself. The girls that he often met in his line of work were typically like the triangle of choice between two things and not getting the third. The three points were usually good looks, good personality, and humour, and somehow this girl standing next to him with her beautiful sparkling (e/c) irises, and flowing (h/c) locks, she was a novelty in the regard that she somehow checked all three boxes. He wasn’t about to let this one get away.

“No, I believe that would be me hun. I mean just look at this piece of ass.” He smirked as he struck a pose making her laugh as the pub staff brought over the bag the actor had lost earlier. He thanked the host before they walked out of the pub together for the second time that night. “So...back to the other pub then…?” He asked quietly, silently hoping that she would suggest something else.

“I mean if that’s what you want.” She shrugged as they trudged along...in the complete wrong direction despite the fact they both knew very well where they had to go.

“Look I think it’s safe to say that we’re both attracted to one another.” Joe stated rather bluntly. “I don’t know about you, but I’d be an absolute fool not to act upon the choice opportunity that’s been presented to us, don’t you agree.” Without hesitation (Y/N)’s arms were around the actor’s neck as she pulled him into a rather heated kiss. When they broke apart only for air, the actor smirked. “I’m going to take that as a yes then.”

“We’ll go to mine then, yeah?” She asked as they kissed again.

“Well seeing as how Ben might think I was overstepping guest boundaries by doing it on his couch….” He chuckled as they both broke out their phones to text their respective friends.

Joe - See ya in the morning 😎😏😉

Ben - You’re abandoning me? 🥺🥺

Joe - Sure am 🖖🏻👅

Ben - 🙈 Really Joseph, I thought we had something special 😭

Joe - Just think of it as a temporary eviction 😜

“So, where were we?” Joe asked as he kissed her again.

“Not a question of where were we, it’s where are we going?” (Y/N) laughed pulling the actor off in the direction of the nearest tube stop to get to her flat.

“Will there be more drinks?” He chuckled.

“I’ll put the kettle on.” She winked. Afterall, it was going to be a long night.

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whitequeen-ofwillowgreen · 3 years

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Snowed In

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Imagine being stranded with Joe in a luxury log cabin

Playing games, drinking wine, and just enjoying each other’s company

Decorating the tree while the two of you sing along to Mariah Carey

All snuggled up together, safe, cozy, and warm

A gift for @losers-yurio for the Get Down, Give Joy event 🎁

#getdowngivejoy #joe mazzello #joe mazzello edit #joe mazello imagine #moodboard #myedit

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megalony · 4 years

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Serendipity

This is a new Murderer! Ben Hardy series I am hoping to be working on which I have a lot of ideas for I hope you will all like it. Feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: (Y/n) is trying to keep moving on with her life after her affair with Joe’s brother, Ben who is in and out of prison. But Ben won’t let her go so easily even after the torment he imposes on her. He wants to be in their sons life but things aren’t easy when everyone believes Harvey is Joe’s son, not Ben’s.

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"Did you miss me?"

He wasn't here, he couldn't be here. There was no way that he was standing here in front of (Y/n) like a ghost appearing in the dead of night to frighten her. She didn't want it to be him, (Y/n) didn't want it to be him staring at her like that because four months was nothing compared to what he had put her through these last four years. Four months was like one second ticking by without him, it wasn't long enough to repair the damage and the threats he always hung over her head like a cloud.

But (Y/n) couldn't deny what she was so clearly seeing standing in front of her. He was here in all his glory with bad omens hanging around him like shadows casting all around his feet from different angles of the sun.

The way he bent his right arm and leaned it against the doorframe made him look so casual and easy and it allowed him to lean down into the doorway until his face was hovering inches away from her own. And with his left hand stuffed very easily into his back pocket, he looked the picture of innocence and causal like he was an old acquaintance popping by for a visit. He didn't look like the cold-blooded killer (Y/n) knew him to be.

Ben had his head tilted at an angle towards his right side and it made his smile dip towards the right as well like it was lopsided from the angle. But when his lips parted to flash his pearly white teeth, the cool exterior vanished and the shark-like grin made shivers crawl agonisingly slowly up (Y/n)'s spine. One single curl fell in front of his eyes and it almost made him look innocent again, but his emerald orbs were darkening in colour like voids looming closer and closer.

"Why are you here?" (Y/n) barely trusted her voice at all but her tone was far less aggressive than she would have liked and she knew from experience that if he sensed fear on her tone it only made him push her harder. It was always a game to Ben and fear was what he searched for in everyone. People were his opponents, no matter if they were family or not.

"Am I not allowed to come and see you after four months? Don't tell me you didn't think of me even once while I was away." Ben pulled his shoulders up and tensed for a few moments but his smile stayed the same and his eyes showed he was as calm as ever when he shouldn't be.

"While you were in prison, Ben. You hadn't gone on a trip, you were locked up and you still should be, they shouldn't have let you out."

Ben had been in prison a few times before now but each time, (Y/n) had never known him get more than six months inside before he was magically released back into society to continue his wicked games. Four months was no stretch to Ben, (Y/n) knew to him it would have felt like a holiday and to the rest of them it felt like walking on egg shells just waiting for him to find a way to be released.

"I'll let you off for that one, and I'll take a guess that someone's in there because the last time I saw you, you were more relaxed than this."

Ben's words got quieter and quieter until his whispers were barely audible in (Y/n)'s voice but his actions spoke much louder than his words. He moved his hand from his pocket to cup (Y/n)'s chin, but not in a tight warning grip like she was expecting. He smoothed his thumb over her chin before tilting her head up until her lips were dangerously close to his own, right where they shouldn't be. He was dangerous territory and (Y/n) couldn't afford to get too close to him again.

The last time she had seen him was a week before he was arrested and she was only relaxed because she was drunk. Drinking around Ben lessened (Y/n)'s anxiety that he created but her anxiety was what stopped her from letting him get too close like this. It allowed her to push him away or for her to walk away from him and not do something she would later regret.

Ben was a drug. He was addicting and scary and couldn't be taken in large doses because he was too toxic and overwhelming. He put fright into (Y/n)'s heart but then he claimed her heart for himself and wouldn't give her it back and he loved the control almost as much as he loved putting the fright into her heart.

"His car isn't here and it's awfully quiet in there, who are you hiding behind you?"

(Y/n) held her breath and felt her stomach tensing and pulling inwards when Ben leaned closer very slowly until his lips ever so lightly brushed against the corner of her mouth, making her unsure if she actually felt the touch or not. The rational part of her mind knew she had to pull away and ignore her heart that was screaming for him to carry on but when she tried to pull out of his hold he pushed his fingers tighter into her chin and kept her head in place.

"Stop. Joe will be home soon-"

"That doesn't frighten me like it does you. You can blame me all you want, sweetheart, but he won't."

(Y/n) looked over to the right, focusing her eyes on the door frame so she didn't have to see the sinister curve of Ben's lips that made her want to smack him. This wasn't all her fault and she would admit this was of her own doing as much as it was his. He couldn't pin all the blame on (Y/n) when Ben was the one who had started this mess, he pursued her and he wouldn't stop until she caved. She was never the one who pushed to have an affair with Ben, he always creeped around her and cornered her and wore her down or got her drunk until she couldn't push him away any more.

(Y/n) never wanted to have an affair in the first place but the fact that it was with Ben only made her feel worse. She did love Joe, there was no doubt about that, they had been together for almost six years now. But with Ben it was just so different.

He was forbidden.

He was Joe's little brother who was the black sheep of the family and (Y/n) never wanted to get involved with a man who murdered people for fun and because he could get away with it. Everyone knew he was a killer but no one acknowledged this because he was family and he always got away with it.

But Ben was dangerous, (Y/n) was always drawn to him but she never wanted to get involved with him because Ben was controlling and he was jealous and he could be frightening and hurtful if he wanted to be. Joe was everything that Ben wasn't, but he simply wasn't enough.

If Joe found out that (Y/n) had had an affair with Ben a few years ago and that Ben still kept coming back for more he would be in trouble because Joe would try and go for his brother but Ben was the boxer and the killer.

(Y/n) and Ben's relationship was complicated because in many ways it had ended years ago, but in other ways, it was still ongoing. (Y/n) stopped it when it went too far and in her mind that was when the affair ended. But each time Ben creeped around her he either stole a kiss or a touch and he kept hovering around because he didn't want it to stop and deep down he knew (Y/n) couldn't stop it either. She couldn't have the flame disappear forever because as bad as the affair had been for her, it was still addicting and she couldn't let Ben go despite how many times she pushed him away.

"You have to go."

(Y/n) had had four months to push on with her life and cut out every aspect of Ben and it had been working. Her anxiety over him and what happened was never going to go away, it was always going to be there, but when Ben wasn't in her life for a long period of time she could almost imagine her life the way it should have been. She could see her life with Joe and her family and it was normal and uneventful and it wasn't frightening or making her anxious, it was how it should be. But then Ben called or he turned up in the dead of night out of the blue and he kissed her or whispered poison in her ear and (Y/n) remembered what her life really was.

She was a fixation that Ben couldn't let go of and she was always going to give in to whatever he said and did because she didn't know how to get away from him if he wasn't getting himself put in prison.

The only times she got away without seeing him or hearing from him and getting her life together was when he was behind bars, and that was never a long-lasting solution.

"I don't want to." He made it sound so simple and easy, he didn't want to leave after only just arriving so he wouldn't and he seemed to think or imply that the world would stop and fall at their feet. Time would stop and wait until he was ready to leave and then the world would resume its natural order and life would carry on after he walked away. But if Joe turned up and saw his brother being intimate with his girlfriend he was not going to be okay with it and (Y/n) couldn't take the outrage or the scandal and the explanations she just couldn't give.

(Y/n) felt herself begin to shake and her knees wavered like they were about to snap when Ben's lips were suddenly on her own.

Kissing him was intoxicating and he knew it, Ben knew that despite all the shit he put her through and how cruel he could be and vindictive, he could make up for it with a kiss. He could scare (Y/n), hurt her, blackmail her and bend her to his will and right when she wanted to walk away, he would kiss her and pull her back into his net. She was something he loved to play with and he did love her, but Ben's idea and ways of love were not normal and they weren't something (Y/n) wanted to get involved with in case he broke her beyond repair.

She could feel the burning intensity in his lips and the way he pushed his tongue past her lips without hesitation or having to put up much of a fight to do so. His hand let go of her chin and she felt his fingers feathering up her jaw and around to her neck until his fingers curled around the back of her neck to pull her closer.

"I've waited four months to do that."

When Ben noticed a single tear had fallen from (Y/n)'s eye, he smiled so sweetly it was almost an ungodly sight and he felt her take a shuddering breath when he leaned over to kiss the tear away. His lips were so gentle and they felt like feathers brushing against her skin and his movements were so slow (Y/n) felt like her life was being put into slow motion.

(Y/n) wanted to tell him again that he had to leave, if Joe came home now and saw this things would get ugly and if he came home and saw Ben, period, he wouldn't be happy. But her heart was telling her to invite him inside to stop anyone from seeing them out in the street and because after four months, she wouldn't be able to cope with a kiss and then watching him walk away like nothing happened.

But he couldn't come inside.

There was no time for (Y/n) to tell him again that he had to go before a third voice joined the conversation and caused goose bumps to arise on (Y/n)'s skin. "Benny!"

(Y/n) pursed her lips as she looked up at Ben through her lashes with a pleading look in her eyes mixed with a hint of guilt. She watched the way Ben rose a brow at her in a playful way that made her skin crawl because he was messing with her and he was going to make things worse now.

"Harvey, little man you've got big." The shark tooth grin on Ben's face could only come across as cheeky to the three year old who barrelled through the hall until he was stood at (Y/n)'s side staring up at Ben who he hadn't seen for many months now.

"Ben please..."

He knew Harvey was the reason (Y/n) didn't want him here or to come inside the house. She couldn't have Ben around her son because he was a bad influence and he was dangerous. If she couldn't control the kind of torment and mixed emotions Ben put her through then she could hardly control what effect Ben had on her son. But Ben wasn't leaving, the way he jutted his jaw from side to side and narrowed his eyes wickedly showed something was already formulating in his mind.

"Why don't you put your shoes on little man, me and your mum were just about to take you out." Ben ruffled Harvey's hazel coloured hair before the three year old jumped at the chance to go out and scuttled over to put on his shoes.

"Ben you can't do this. You can't turn up whenever you like and mess with me like this and you can't just try and take Harvey out whenever you want like you tried before. If Joe or your dad find out I let you take him out-"

"You live with my brother but you never had a problem sleeping with me, I think you're the one messing about here sweetheart. I'm taking him out for a bit so you can wait here for your little hubby to get back or you can come out and have some fun with us."

Joe and their dad didn't think Ben being around Harvey was all that safe considering what Ben got up to and how he was in and out of prison a lot more lately. A month didn't go by where Ben wasn't involved with the police or caught up in some scrape and right now Harvey idolized Ben because he thought he was a boxer and was someone he could look up to. They wanted to keep it that way but no one wanted Harvey in danger. Ben never hurt anyone in his family except for going behind Joe's back and sleeping with his girlfriend but he would never physically hurt any of them.

(Y/n) rubbed her hand under her eyes to try and wake herself up and calm down so she didn't burst into tears as she grabbed her coat and her keys. He had done it again, he had walked right back into her life and turned it upside down knowing he had every power to do that and she couldn't stop him.

"Why shouldn't I take him out, anyway? He is my son."

"Stop it!" (Y/n) whispered the words in sharp, vile tone of voice that grated against her throat which was turning dry like the desert. Harvey couldn't hear Ben saying that or it would rock his world upside down.

"Of course, everyone has to think he's Joe's little prodigy because you're too afraid to tell him you fucked his little brother behind his back. Don't worry, I won't say anything sweetheart."

"You really want him to know his dad kills people like they're sport? If he knew he'd grow up scared he'd turn out a monster just like you." (Y/n) knew her words were cruel but she couldn't help but be spiteful towards Ben. Harvey was the tool Ben always used against her because they were the only ones who knew that Joe wasn't Harvey's dad. But if anyone knew they would look at Harvey differently and Harvey himself would be afraid if he found out and he knew what Ben did.

They would all think he would turn out like Ben because he was his flesh and blood and the worst part was that Ben wouldn't care if Harvey took after him because he didn't have a problem with killing people, it was why he did it and got away with it.

(Y/n) wasn't an angel and she wasn't innocent, she knew Ben was a killer when she slept with him and the affair took place but she always tried to stop it. She didn't want Harvey growing up knowing his heritage and Joe was such a good dad to him. He deserved Joe as a dad, not Ben and even Ben had said he deserved as such. It was wrong to lie and (Y/n) was never going to forgive herself for this lie and in the beginning she told herself over and over again that Harvey was Joe's son. But the more she lied to herself, the more Ben twisted her thoughts and the more he overwhelmed her and clung to her and attached himself to her until she stopped lying to them both.

He knew Harvey was his son and he wouldn't let (Y/n) forget it, even if he would let everyone else believe he was Joe's boy.

"I won't have to say anything. One look at him and everyone will know he's mine. How long do you think it'll take before people start to realise he's my double?"

In a few years it would be undoubtable that Harvey was Ben's son. They had the same emerald eyes that darkened depending on their moods, they had the same curved nose with a bump in the middle, their jaws were straight as a ruler and as sharp as a knife. Their high cheekbones matched and their hair was ever so slightly different in colour but was still very similar and Harvey was going to be a tall kid and Joe wasn't tall.

If no one managed to figure out the evident truth of Harvey's heritage, Ben would tell them. He couldn't keep this secret forever, even if (Y/n) could.

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What was he doing here dressed like this?

It was eleven o'clock at night and (Y/n) had been five minutes away from falling face down on her bed and going to sleep but the doorbell and the signature knock on the door told her it was her boyfriend's brother at the door. (Y/n) didn't know why he was here so late at night, she knew Ben to be a night owl, he seemed to come alive at night and was hardly ever home at night.

For the past two years, (Y/n) hadn't been in Ben's company very often since Joe warned her Ben was not the nicest of people and she hardly ever had a moment on her own with him to get to know him. She would admit she didn't want to know someone who was seem and known as dangerous, but the way he smiled at her and whispered jokes in her ear when no one else was looking made her heart jump in her chest.

"Ben, Joe isn't here." (Y/n) rubbed tiredly at her eyes that were still trying to take in his rather daring form.

Ben was wearing black joggers, a black vest that almost camouflaged him into the darkness of the street and he wore an unzipped dark blue jacket with a large white stripe across the chest. The hood was pulled over his head which was tilted down so (Y/n) couldn't see the smile she was sure graced his lips. She noticed his shoulders were hunched up and his hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of his jacket like he was sulking or trying to be inconspicuous which wasn't working very well.

"That's good, cause I'm here to see you, sweetheart." The pet-name he used made (Y/n)'s chest flutter, he'd never called her that before.

"Uh... okay, come in."

It was weird that Ben wanted to see her, he liked to joke with her at family events and he seemed rather devilish but he didn't seem like he wanted to be her best friend. He liked to play around with her and tease her, but then again she had no idea why he was here so late in the night to see her.

But the moment Ben walked inside into the light and pulled his hood down to see her properly, a gasp escaped her lips and she recoiled.

That was why he was here.

"I was hoping you'd help me out." Ben grinned like the cat that got the cream but (Y/n) couldn't understand why he was smiling.

"W-what happened to you?"

He was stood in front of her looking battered and bruised but he flashed her his teeth, narrowed his eyes and his lopsided grin looked like he was about to devour her alive.

(Y/n) was careful and gentle when she reached out and dared to feather her finger over Ben's face, her sorrowful eyes widening when he didn't even flinch once. The blond standing in front of her had a bloodshot right eye which was swollen, had a circular cut underneath near his cheekbone and there was a line of horizontal cuts at the side of his eye going down in a line on his face. The bridge of his nose had a cut but at least it didn't look crooked or broken or dislocated out of place.

Ben let (Y/n) take his chin gently in his hand and turn his head to the side so she could see the grazes that littered the left side of his face like he had scraped his face against gravel or even a brick wall.

As (Y/n) trailed her eyes down his frame, she saw there were cuts to the right side of his neck that were crusting over with blood and were burning red like they were blistering. And just below those cuts there was a deep gash on his collarbone which was also swelling.

All of his face was patched with bits of dust and grime and streaks of muck but when Ben held up his hands he seemed to grin even wider whereas (Y/n)'s jaw dropped. Two knuckles on his left hand were split and looked like they were either broken or popped out of place and a finger on his other hand was broken. But both hands were littered with scrapes and cuts and his nails were rimmed with grime and held muck under his nails.

He had been in a fight, and not the kind of fighting he usually did in a boxing ring. He was fighting out in the street late at night and he'd gotten himself rather badly beaten up. But at the same time, (Y/n) had been around Ben for two years now so she knew well enough to know that if Ben looked like this, the other guy would look ten times worse which was of little comfort to her right now.

The one thing that was standing out to (Y/n) more than anything though, was the fact that his dark blond hair that was also covered in grime and sweat, was flat and strewn about his face. Curls hung over his forehead and in front of his eyes, they shaped around the sides of his head where his hair was shaved shorter and (Y/n) just wanted to reach out and brush them away. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and make it stick up at odd angles and tangle her fingers into his curls and tug on them until she almost pulled strands from his scalp.

"Come on." (Y/n) spoke very quietly but her voice was soft and melodic to Ben who was entranced by her.

Ever since the first moment that Joe had brought (Y/n) to meet his family, Ben had been captivated. He liked the way she stared at him through her lashes like she was trying to hide and shy away from him. He loved how she laughed and tried not to draw attention to herself when she laughed at the jokes he whispered in her ear or how she shivered against him.

Ben wanted her for himself but she was reserved because she was his brother's girlfriend and not his.

But that didn't bother Ben.

He followed (Y/n) blindly like a lost puppy as she guided him up the stairs and into the bathroom before pointing for him to sit down on the toilet so she could start patching him up.

She wasn't exactly sure what to do about his eye that was swelling up underneath, not directly around the eye so it wouldn't be swollen shut in the morning. She decided to get an antiseptic wipe from the first aid box and gently clean the cut around his eye, the one on his cheekbone and then the one on the bridge of his nose. She knelt down between Ben's legs so she could see him properly and clean him up, all whilst staying completely silent with a soft yet sad look on her face.

When she came to cleaning the grazes on the other side of his face, Ben dug his nails into his knees but he stayed surprisingly silent, allowing her to patch him up like they had been best friends or lovers for years. When in reality, this was the most intimate they had been and they had never been in more proximity than this. Ben liked it, he liked the silence and the feel of her touch and the way she was staring up at him with big doe eyes that were entrancing him to the point he wanted to devour her until nothing was left.

"Why do you get into fights like this?" (Y/n) couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. It seemed pointless to get into fights for no reason which Ben always did, especially when half the time he knew he could win. There was no point playing the game if you always knew you were going to be the victor.

"I fight for the same reasons people smoke and drink and keep going back to their ex. It's a habit that makes me feel good and calm and like I have control."

Ben liked fighting, the broken bones, cuts, scrapes and bruises and torn muscles didn't come close to the euphoria he felt when he broke his knuckles against someone's face or heard the satisfying snap of their bones beneath his touch.

"You like getting hurt?"

"No, I like hurting other people, sweetheart, don't get those two things confused. Me getting hurt is just a side note, that's not why I do it."

"But you're letting yourself get broken."

"But I'm letting you fix me." Ben didn't fight just so he got hurt and he tried not to split his knuckles and let himself get broken bones but he couldn't help if it happened. He loved the fight far too much to ever give it up, it was who he was and what he was good at. And even though he did get hurt he always patched himself up or let someone else help him like he was right now.

(Y/n) stayed silent as she leaned up further to clean Ben's bruised and bleeding collarbone before she turned to tend to his knuckles. She put a plaster over one of his fingers to stop the trickle of blood but when she went to tape his fingers together, he moved his hand to cup her jaw.

"Leave 'em, they ain't broken so they don't get taped."

"O-okay... c-can I put your knuckles back into place...?" (Y/n)'s voice was quiet and her eyes were wider than before which made Ben's hand tighten on her jaw for a second before he nodded and held his hands out to her.

He finally flinched for once when three knuckles were popped back into their sockets and his fingers were stretched out and he watched the way (Y/n) flinched for him as well like she was experiencing the pain.

"Thank you."

"Why me? I- I mean I'm flattered you wanted me to patch you up and all, but why?"

"Because I like you."

Ben spoke those words just as (Y/n) pushed herself to her feet and his words caused her to stumble before freezing on the spot, leaving her stood between his legs staring at him like he'd told her she was the only person in the world worth looking at.

She didn't see why he seemed attached to her right now when she didn't know too much about him. But when Ben reached out and suddenly clamped his damaged hands down on her hips to pull her closer, all she could do was squeak without telling him to stop. And when he pulled her to sit on his lap so he could attach his lips to her neck, she became paralysed without the ability to tell him that this was wrong.

(Y/n) knew they shouldn't be doing this. She was with Joe, she loved Joe and he was Ben's brother, this was a betrayal on both their parts, especially for Ben. It wasn't as if Ben didn't know (Y/n) was dating Joe or how his brother was going to react if he found out what his little brother was doing with his girlfriend.

But (Y/n) couldn't deny that this was something she had thought about before. Ben was handsome, there was no denying that and the sinister side of him was attractive and daring. He drew her in without having to do anything but wink her way and smile, no words or touches had to be exchanged for (Y/n) to want to be drawn towards him. But this was wrong, she had never cheated on anyone before and she was serious with Joe, they'd been together for two years now.

"If you want me to stop, just say so."

(Y/n) couldn't help but whimper when Ben kissed his way up from her neck down her jaw before he hovered his lips over hers. His eyes locked with hers and he smoothed his thumbs over her hips. If (Y/n) really didn't want Ben to continue he would pull away and walk out the house right now, all she had to do was tell him to stop and he would. But when she stayed silent and he kissed her, it felt like the world was shifting around her. She had sealed her fate but she didn't know what it had install for her yet.

She didn't want him to stop, no matter how wrong it was to kiss him.

#ben hardy #ben x reader #ben hardy imagine #dad! ben #murderer! ben #BoRhap #joe mazzello #joe x reader #joe mazello imagine #Lucy Boynton #serendipity

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brian-roger-deaky-and-fred · 4 years

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HCs for Deaky bringing his gf on tour

Warnings: Tiny bit of Angst and then MEGA Fluff

-So John knew he was going to be taking you with him on tour before it was even proposed.

-The band had done a tour about two years ago and John obviously loves performing and meeting fans and everything

-but he was absolutely miserable.

-He barely slept the entire time. He didn't feel like eating. He only spoke when it was to snap at the boys.

-It wasn't good.

-And maybe they should have seen it coming because John had always loved performing

- but he definitely didn't love being a rockstar.

-Sure he liked a good party and a bit of excitement

-But only if he could return to the people he loved at the end of the day.

-He can't truly thrive unless he's falling asleep next to you and making you tea each morning.

-So after a very dramatic night where a bass had been thrown onstage, Jim decided to call you in hopes of preventing further damage to equipment

-(or band members for that matter).

-You're heart absolutely broke when you got that call.

-He hadn't said a word to you about any of it. The lack of sleep and the loss of appetite and the home sickness.

-He hadn't wanted to worry you.

-He wanted you to think he was off having the time of his life and traveling the world

-because that's what would make you happy.

-You thanked Jim a million times and immediately drove to the airport to book a flight for that night

-12 hours later you were snuggled into his bunk on the tour bus with him, his arms around your waist and his head on your chest

-And he was sleeping well for the first time in four weeks.

-So this time, the band decides to save a little money on plane tickets and bring you along from the beginning :^)

-He always wakes you up with the tiniest little kisses all down your nose and across your cheeks.

-And if you wake up first you comb through his curls with your fingertips.

-He likes the feeling of your nails against his scalp and he always hums sweetly when you do it.

-The bunks are small so you have to squeeze in really close and that's 100% ok with both of you.

-You love admiring his lil freckles :^) Just the faintest softest little spatterings over his nose.

-You always have him sit down after the show so you can doctor his sore fingers and press gentle, tender kisses to each of his knuckles.

-You make sure he eats and you squeeze his hand when you can tell the boys' yelling is making him a little anxious.

-And after a while he realizes that no matter what country the band is in, it always feels like home.

-Because you're always there smiling at him from the wings of the stage :^)

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cupboardzllo · 4 years

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being a babie with mazzello | hc

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

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

anyway, enjoy this hc!! ♡

•••

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

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

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

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

that was his effort to persuade you

of course you said yes

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

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

moving-in day

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

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

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

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

"Whose baby is staying here?."

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

too late

joe's dying on the floor

(((((bathroom floor))))

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

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

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

then ruffled your hair

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

you freezed

what's he going to say?!

joe took a moment before finishing his sentence

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

then he went out of the bathroom

leaving you

red

and possibly close to having a sheer heart attack

grocery shopping with joe

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

but at the same time you guys are hella hungry

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

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

joe will grab cooking ingredients and other products

like milk

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

anyways

Joe also grabs some chips

and snacks

then there's you grabbing baby snacks

gerber

happy baby

teethers cookies

all the good stuff

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

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

leaving mazzello

grinning

like that joe smile we all love

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

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

ugh i love him

dinner time with joe

joe's not actually the worst italian chef

but he does need constant guiding and sometimes can be sloppy

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

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

so while waiting for the food to cook

joe decided to play some music off of his phone

and guess what he played

nope

not queen songs

BABY SHARK

the first verse came and you were laughing out loud

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

joe is already bopping his head and throwing some dance moves

drop it like it's hoooooot-

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

so you joined him

AND YOU KNOW THE DANCE MOVES

yeah the clapping hands thingy

you guys were dancing so hard you both were sweating

Joe picked you up with his arms

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

you on top of him

and him under you

"....joe?"

for a moment you thought joe is going to kiss you

and he reached you cheek

DING!

the oven dings

joe shuffled and you quickly stood up

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

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

joe was also a blushing mess

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

then chased you into the kitchen

dinner went a bit awkward

because you both are dumb dorks

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

bedtime!!!!

Joe does have a guest room in his house

but he said that the room is currently unavailable

under the following reasons of

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

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

so you agreed to sleep with him

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

ehm okay moving on so

you changed into your pajama

and it has gudetama patterns

joe chuckled when he saw you after changing your clothes

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

you pull out your tongue playfully then joined him

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

joe then pulled you closer to him

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

you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder

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

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

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

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

he turned off the lights as careful as possible

he don't want his baby to wake up

he cuddled you closer and realized

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

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

because he can't wait to give you

his baby

more warmth every night :-)

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stayfabulous · 4 years

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Imagines

I read this somewhere I can’t remember who wrote it but the idea comes from another person, not me. I just added my idea of a smut.

Joe!Eugene!dom x reader ( smut )

You were a nurse where the marines were being treated. That’s how you met Eugene. You two have had sex multiple times on one of the spare beds in the tents when people were asleep, but you had to keep quiet not to wake the others and alert the Japanese . But now the war is over, you wonder what will happen to the two of you. Will it become something more? You both hadn’t really discussed this as you both feared that one of you would die.

Eugene quickly lead y/n through the train to find a bathroom as soon as he found her. He was eager to have you all to himself. Now that the war was over you can be together finally in a proper room and make some sort of noise. As he is in the search of any kind of privacy, during his search he wonders what your moans sound like. He was all nice and clean with a suit that hugged at his arms. Which made him even more attractive to you. His facial expressions and the suit made a pool of desire in your panties. You are now eager.

“Finally a bathroom” he breathed out, pushing you in.

He slammed you against the door and started to attack your lips with pure lust and eagerness. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, exploring your mouth. You moaned in his lips, you felt him grin. He locked the door, signalling you that no one could come in. You were alone.

Eugene roamed his hands down your body, touching every part just in case you might disappear. Your arms slithered up his chest feeling the material of the jacket he has on, to around his neck pulling him closer to you. Soon enough your hands went to his hair tugging lightly, he growled in your ear ,” i need you” his accent making the arousal spread.

He picked you up with ease, because he has gotten some muscles, placing you on the bathroom sink.

“Even though your nurse uniform was amazing on you, I prefer this little dress you have on”

You wasn’t wearing your nurse uniform because you didn’t have to as the war ended and you was going home so you decided to wear something more comfortable for the train, also to tease Eugene. Which became a success. You were wearing a mid-thigh dress that was covered with flowers, because you were now sitting it showed more of your skin.

“Did you wear this for me, baby girl?” he whispered while nipping at your ear

“Of course” you whispered back in a timid voice.

He hummed in pleasure.

He started to kiss your neck, leaving little love bites. His hands rested at your thighs, massaging them for a little while, then made his way up to your waist. While he was doing this, you shrugged off his jacket and had loosen his tie, undid his collar and placed open-mouth kisses on his neck. He moaned into your skin feeling your lips on his neck. You wanted him.

Eugene’s fingers were found at your panties and tugging them down. Excitement rushed through you.

“Bloody hell, love, your soaking, who did this to you?” He said in your ear before joining you for a sloppy kiss.

“You” you answered in a whimper, wanting more. The more you guys kissed, the more desperate you became.

You fumbled with his belt undoing it with success, you pulled down his slacks and watched them fall at his ankles. You looked at his bulge with amazement. Even though this wasn’t your first time with him, his size still makes you blush at the thought of where it is going.

“Like what you see, darlin?” He chucked in a low voice, admiring your face as if it was the last time seeing it. You nodded.

A soft smile reached his face.

“What?” You asked breathless in a small voice, being embarrassed once you looked up to his eyes.

“Nothing. I just can’t believe that I’m here with you” he said while stroking your hair softly.

He pulled you in for a kiss, you tugged down his boxers to try and tell him you want his length.

He chuckled, “Eager are we? Your the one who started this”

Oh how he made wet by this comment.

Eugene then finally pulled down his boxers and you took a good look of his cock. You both locked eyes with each other, then you were pulled in a passionate kiss with Eugene. His lips were so soft. All of your thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly started to rub your entrance with his length. You moan.

“Beg for it baby girl” he said darkly

“Please, Eugene. Please fuck me! I need it. Please sir !” You whimpered

Then he entered you.

You took a look at Eugene, he had his eyes closed and you could see the marks you made all over his neck, it looked amazing lightly tanned skin.

He then moved in deeper, you let out a loud moan but soon clasped your hand to silence it. Eugene moves your hand out of the way when he opened his eyes.

“I want to hear them” he said in a low voice and connected your lips together.

Eugene then begin to rock in and out of you at a steady pace. Pleasure ripped through you.

“Ohhhh my god, Eugene” you gasped gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Shit y/n your so bloody tight, how I only fucked you last month” he growled while squeezing your thighs.

You moan at that thought of last month, it was a time when Eugene had to leave you for a couple of days and so he fucked you so hard you couldn’t even walk right for a few days. You never knew why.

He soon sped up, which caused you to moan much more louder and cuss so much more.

Then there was a knock at the door, your eyes widened but Eugene kept going, in fact he went faster.

“Eugene, damm you fucking the nurse?” Snafu’s voice came.

“Fuck. Off. Snafu! I’m busy!” Eugene shouted with each thrust of his hips.

You just moaned much more louder at how Eugene wanted this.

“I fucking love your moans, your hair, your beautiful eyes, your pink lips and your tight pussy” he said while he groaned

He then pulled out, you whined at the loss of his cock

“Don’t worry baby, I’m just changing”

Eugene spun you so that you were facing the mirror and you can see him through it.

“Its so you can look at yourself and see who you belong to” he said with a sigh once he entered you

A small moan left your lips. Eugene started to pound into you while you were screaming. You were about to put your head in between your arms that were on the sink, but Eugene stopped you and held your head to make you look in the mirror.

“I want you to look at me destroying that pussy of yours” he said in your ear while licking it.

You started to moan louder when you saw yourself. Your hair was a mess, you had hickeys across your neck and you had small beads of sweat dancing on your brow.

When you saw Eugene’s reflection, he was looking at how he pulled in and out of you, then he closed his eyes and had his head crooked back enjoying himself.

“Lord, Eugene- ahhhh- your so fucking big -fuck- it feels so good please don’t stop” you begged while moans

“Don’t worry baby I won’t”

All that was heard was the sound of both of your moans and skin slapping

Suddenly, you felt that feeling telling you were almost about to cum.

“Eugene, I’m -fuck- close”

“I am too, -fucking hell- keep saying my name baby” he groaned while he got a handful of hair pulling you into his chest, and getting your breast out of your bra and dress, squeezing them with one hand.

“Eugene, Eugene -fuck ahhh- Eugene” you repeated

He pace then speed up and his thrusts got sloppier he dropped his hands from your breasts and wrapping his arms around your waist making him much more desperate.

You saw stars when you climaxed with a scream

Eugene quickened, he pulled out and came on your ass cheeks while groaning “I love you” and his head fell on your shoulder.

You both caught your breath.

“You love me?” You questioned him in a small voice

His head perked up in worry

“I do, I’m sorry if you don’t I don’t mind I mean-“

You cut him off with a kiss as you turned to face him. It weren’t as desperate as before, it was filled with love.

“I love you too, Eugene” you said with a smile

“Thank god, I’m so glad you said that, you are the best that ever happened to me” he sighed with relief.

You both got changed and you had to look in the mirror to sort out your hair.

“Come home with me” Eugene said out of nowhere

“What?”

“Come home with me, I love you y/n, I don’t want to be away from you” he said with a confident face

Tears welled up in your eyes, you nodded and said yes.

A wide smile spread on his face, and he picked you up in a hug and spun you around. Your dress flowing with the motion.

When you both stepped out of the room, clapping erupted the train.

Everyone heard the both of you.

😬😳😳😳

Finally, why is it so hard to write a bloody smut

#joe mazello imagine #borhap #the pacific #eugene sledge #smut #joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader

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xtrashmammalstefx · 2 years

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Hey Fam I'm Fucking Salty! 🤬

As you all know I write fanfiction. To be specific oneshots that are either smut or fluff or a mix of both at times. I posted a Queen one shot a few months ago called 'March of the Black Queen' in which I included a very clear list of warnings. Well recently, after a bit of a hiatus, I got inspired to write again so I went through my old stuff to see where I left off in my Queen Repertoire series (where said one shot was). That is when I noticed that my one shot was GONE! Out of curiosity I went through my other works and discovered another story was also removed. I'm salty because I recieved no warning or notification from the tumblr moderators that they were going to do this exact thing. I mean I get some things aren't allowed here but GOD DAMMIT THEY COULD AT LEAST HAVE THE BALLS TO TELL ME TO TAKE THE STORIES DOWN INSTEAD OF DOING IT BEHIND MY FUCKING BACK!

Anyway since tumblr decided to pull this bullshit I have decided to change things up a bit. Since fluff is still okay I will continue to post those here. The smut, however, will from now on be posted on my AO3 account: silent_writer_stef. I will link the Queen Repertoire series once I've posted them there and will let you know as soon as they are up.

Thank you for be awesome my fellow readers and writers. If it weren't for you I wouldn't be fighting this bullshit fight.

Love u all,

xtrashmammalstefx

#tumblr #problems #fanfiction #smut #borhap #joe mazzello #imagine #hardzello #ben hardy #harry potter #joe mazello imagine #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello fluff #douglas booth #zak bagans x reader #zak bagans imagine

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dino-joe · 4 years

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Them as dads

The magnificent trio

Joe mazzello

We all know joe is practically made for being a dad. I mean, he's always telling dad jokes.

He's also a helicopter dad for sure.

He is the type who buys the weird little chest strap thingy and carries the baby around like that.

He also takes it upon himself to take care of the baby when the little guy wakes up at 3am.

"don't worry I'll get him" he'd tell you in his husky sleepy voice, gently pushing you down onto the bed.

"Joe honey I have to feed him" you say rubbing the sleep from your eye's.

"fine but I'm coming with you..."

He couldn't stand being away from the baby even for a split second.

Like when he has to take a shower, he tries to be as fast as possible.

Running into the bedroom where your changing the baby as a towel hangs from his hips hair still damp.

"he's okay?!" he'd ask as he looks at him. You giggle at your husband with a roll of your eyes.

"yes joe he's alright"

Joe teaches him everything about baseball and especially the Yankees. He even buys him ear muffs and takes him to a Yankees game.

Although you was skeptical about it at first, because the grown men who tends to get angry and the loud screaming.

Joe also loves putting Dino clothes on the baby.

And it's adorable.

Because joe buys matching clothes so him and the baby match.

Your baby is definitely spoiled with love and affection.

Gwilym lee

Gwilym is absolutely precious as a dad.

He is always watching early morning cartoons with the baby.

He also love to stroll her through the park, letting her see the ducks at the pond.

"look! It's a mummy duck and her babies" the baby babbles nonsense as gwilym smiles at her.

Like joe he's always trying to help on night shifts.

He loves to lay the little girl on his bare chest as he rocks her to sleep in the rocking chair, singing her a little lullaby.

Gwil also loves taking her on little adventures in the back yard.

"oh look it's a ladybug" he points out, but the baby starts crying when it flies towards her.

He is quick to sooth her though, reassuring her he would let nothing hurt her.

Is a big fan of falling asleep with her resting on his chest while laying on the couch.

Like this one time when you came home from work and walked in only to see gwilym holding your precious girl while they both slept.

Of course you took a picture of it👀

Needless to say, gwilym lee is a sweet dad.

Ben hardy

Ben wasn't prepared for a baby.

Especially a little girl who screamed bloody murder when he held her.

Although you reassure him his a great father and shouldn't worry or panic so much, he does anyway.

When she's happy and babbling precious nonsense he's cute the way she plays and him play.

He treats her as if she's fine China.

Like when you hold her, head resting in the bend of your arm as you rock her

He flips out.

"y/n! Watch her head!" he yells in a panic.

"she's fine Ben, I know how to hold a baby" you would reassure him.

"I know but be careful with her" he muttered as he watches you carefully.

Unlike joe and gwil he doesn't really help on night shifts.

Until one night you woke up only to find Ben gone.

So you checked the nursery only to walk on Ben humming something to your baby as he rocks her to sleep, his smile was something beautiful.

Once he sees you it only widens.

"I think she's getting used to me" he would whisper as she slept in his arms.

And she became the biggest daddy's girl ever.

Probably because Ben refused to ever say no to her👀

Note: here's another one of the boys. Hope you fellers like it✌️👌

Ps I'm watching the pacific and Joe is absolutely adorable in one (I may even write some Eugene fics)

#joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello headcanon #joe mazello imagine #joe mazzello #Joe mazzello x reader #Joe mazzello hc #Joe mazzello headcanon #gwilym lee #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee headcanon #Gwilym lee hc #ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy headcanon #Ben hardy hc

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mazzellocheese · 5 years

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EXCUSE ME!!?!?

source: twitter/readdyyfreddie

#joe mazzello #bohemian rhapsody #joe mazzello cute #joemazzello #joseph mazzello #bohemian rhapsody movie #borhap #mazzellocheese #borhap boys #bohemian rapsody movie #joe mazzello x reader #dinosaur baby #so cute #joseph francis mazzello iii #josephmazello #joe mazello imagine #josephmazzello #joe mazzello in bohemian rhapsody #joe mazzello is bored

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youre-in-the-psycho-circus · 3 years

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The Game | 1 | Joe Mazzello

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,969

Summery: When Joe visits Ben in London and they’re sent a round of drinks from a pair of girls at a pub, Joe is ready to play a game of love

A/N: Want to end up with Ben instead? Want to fill in a few of the gaps? Read the story from Ben’s point of view here ----> Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy | 1 | Ben Hardy

Masterlist

“Thank you for flying with American Airlines, enjoy your stay here in London or if you are continuing on from here, we wish you a safe rest of your journey. We hope to see you again!” The stewardess’s voice came over the speaker as Joe’s plane, after seven long hours finally touched down in England.

“Finally.” Joe breathed a sigh of relief as the plane wove its way around the tarmac until it finally made its way to the gate. Joe was absolutely exhausted from his long hours of work, and many hours traveling, but he was looking forward to finally seeing the real-life version of his good friend Ben Hardy once again. As much as he loved Ben Cardy, Cardie B, or whatever the fanbase was currently calling the cardboard cut-out they had introduced to the world on the Japan press tour for ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, he wasn’t at all a good enough substitute for the real, living, breathing deal. In any case, the two former co-stars hadn’t seen each other in person in well over a year, it was a long overdue reuniting in the American’s mind. The auburn-haired actor quickly pulled his carry on out of the overhead storage as they were allowed to disembark from the plane, absolutely desperate to stretch his legs and breathe in the fresh English air. “Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee…” Joe mumbled to himself, in a sleepy haze as he wove his way through the long hallways of Heathrow on his way to border security. He was thankful to be on one of the first flights in that morning, so he was able to quickly get through and on his way to baggage claim. As Joe walked out of customs, into the arrivals waiting area, he scanned the crowd for his blonde friend.

Joe smirked seeing him leaning against a nearby column next to, thankfully, a Costa Coffee. As the American approached the Brit, he watched with a furrowed brow as the blonde’s facial expression slowly changed from one of joy to one of confusion, to finally sadness as he glanced intently at his phone. He must’ve just received some unfavourable news, nothing serious he hoped. Ben’s brow only furrowed further as he hastily typed out a response before pinching the bridge of his nose breathing out in annoyance. Clearly something wasn’t going quite the way he wanted. “Geez, try not to look so depressed Ben, I’m here now.” Joe’s spoke, pulling the blonde out of his trance and out of the digital world. Ben looked up to see his friend standing before him. The American smirked, watching as a smirk overtook Ben’s features replacing the previously distraught look as he realised his friend had finally arrived. Whatever had soured the blonde’s mood in the last few seconds was far gone as Joe stopped his suitcases, stretching his arms out as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to appear dramatic. “I have arrived.”

“About damn time if you ask me.” Ben smirked, offering his friend a one-armed bro hug. “Great to see you again, mate.”

“You too.” Joe chuckled, before he grabbed Ben, placing a hand on either side of his face. “Don’t you dare leave me again, you hear me?”

Ben chuckled, pushing Joe off of himself. “Well lucky for you I brought the handcuffs.” Ben winked cheekily.

“Ooo, someone’s horny this morning.” Joe laughed deciding to escalate the situation further. It had been so long since they were able to mess with each other like this in person, he wasn’t going to waste any opportunity that presented itself. “Couldn’t satisfy your morning wood on your own?”

They laughed wholeheartedly as Ben moved to grab Joe’s main bag. “My car’s out in the carpark, shall we?”

“Coffee first.” Joe completely ignored the blonde before heading into the Costa. As the pair made their way out to Ben’s car, Joe couldn’t help but notice how down Ben still seemed. It was completely out of character for him, usually he was so energetic and had a plucky, upbeat attitude, but not this morning. He hadn’t even wanted coffee when Joe had offered to buy him one. “You alright? You seem a lot more down than usual.”

“Ah, it’s nothing…” The blonde tried to wave him off. “Just life, you know?”

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

“I’ll say.” Ben winked cheekily.

Later that night, Ben and Joe sat across from each other at a pub not too far from Ben’s flat. It was a cool little place, decked out in neon and had an old school rock ‘n roll vibe to it. Even with the rock ‘n roll music pouring out of every speaker, it still managed to have a very warm, inviting feeling. Joe was deep into a story surrounding his latest blunder of a project he had just come off of. Somehow, he had misread the contract and didn’t realise that he would be having work with live animals, let alone hold them for eight hours a day. As much as he liked animals, they were a bit intimidating to work with at times, they had minds of their own, ones he wasn’t exactly sure how they worked. Joe couldn’t help but notice Ben’s eyes as they glued themselves to something behind him near the door to the pub. He raised an eyebrow but continued telling his story anyway, but Joe too found himself getting distracted as two girls, one with a (Your Friend’s Favourite Colour (Y/F/F/C)) flowy blouse and the other with (h/l) (h/c) flowing locks and the most form fitting (Your favourite colour (Y/F/C)) top the American had ever seen passed their table. It showed off all of her assets, as did the coated skinny jeans she wore. Joe found his eyes trained to her bum as she swayed her hips seductively as the pair of them made their way over to the only remaining table in the corner. He watched as they sat down, and Joe caught sight of the girl’s face for the first time. He felt his breath hitch in his throat. She was absolutely gorgeous; he couldn’t believe it. “So then I told my agent if I ever had to work with ducks again it’d be too soon.” The American laughed as he took a swig of his pint trying to play it cool and stay in the moment, last thing he needed was to ditch Ben for a girl when clearly something was bugging him.

“Yeah?” Ben smirked. “That’s great mate.”

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

“I’m rather partial to the one in (Y/F/F/C) myself.” Ben shrugged, taking a sip of his pint.

“Well at least we’re in agreement over who gets who later on.” Joe chuckled. Maybe he had a chance with this girl after all, especially if his young companion fancied her friend. They could easily be the other’s wingman and still end up with the one they wanted. Sure, the auburn-haired actor was a little out of practice, but flirting, the whole dating game, it was like riding a bike, once you did it a few times you never forgot how to do it. “We could buy them a couple of drinks, invite them over, it’ll be a good time.”

“I don’t know about that, mate. Maybe not the best idea…”

“What are you talking about, of course it’s a good idea!” The very idea that Ben would suggest that trying to impress two girls was a bad idea was absolute blasphemy to Joe. It was part of the Bro code you had to be a wingman if the other needed it.

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

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

Meanwhile at the table in the corner (Y/F/N) and (Y/N) had just put in an order for some pub food and a couple of pints. (Y/N)’s eyes scanned over the tables of the crowded pub before landing on an auburn-haired man seated across a table from a blonde who had his back to them. She smirked seeing he had his eyes locked on her for a moment before focusing once again on his friend. He was attractive and he had begun the game, all she had to do was play along with it, her heart had already decided she would from a single look. “Don’t look now, but there’s a really hot guy over there…” (Y/N) leaned over the table to speak to her best friend a bit quieter to keep from prying ears before pointing over at the table containing the pair she was talking about.

(Y/N) watched as (Y/F/N)’s face slowly turned red with blush as she turned her gaze over to where the guy was sat with his blonde friend. “Which one, the blonde or his friend…?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes slightly, a smirk on her lips. She knew (Y/F/N) knew her type, the fact that she would even suggest the blonde was her type was honestly laughable. “The auburn haired one of course! Something about those stormy eyes of his, oof.”

“I know what you mean...he’s quite attractive.” (Y/F/N) admitted turning her gaze back to (Y/N). “So, you going to go for him? Leave me alone yet again tonight?” She teased lightly. (Y/N) knew (Y/F/N) loved her to pieces, but when (Y/N) got someone she wanted in her sight, she’d stop at nothing to get that guy, especially this one. This was her life, and this time she wouldn’t play hard to get, she’d do whatever it took to get him into her life.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure a good-looking guy like that, his blonde friend there has to be just as good as him.” (Y/N) giggled softly, raising a knowing brow at her friend across the table.

“Oh, he was…” (Y/F/N) trailed off, a hit of blush covering her cheeks as she looked down bashfully.

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

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

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

“Oh, one hundred percent.” (Y/F/N) bit the inside of her lip, eyes flicking back over to the table containing the two guys. (Y/N) watched as she could visibly see the gears turning in (Y/F/N)’s head an idea popping into her head before she turned to look at her again. “What if we sent them a couple of shots.”

(Y/N) smirked softly, sitting up a bit more in surprise. Had she finally rubbed off on her friend for the better? This was completely out of character for her. “Well, well, well look who’s suddenly being bold.”

“Well I...you know...I just...is that something girls do? I mean usually it’s the other way around, and I don’t want to challenge their masculinity and all that…”

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

“Why me?”

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

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

Back at Joe and Ben’s table, Joe had just finished explaining to Ben why he needed to take more risks in life. A strange silence had fallen over the pair prompting Joe to take out his phone to acknowledge a text from Gwil in their WhatsApp group chat.

Joe: So, what time you coming over then Gwil? 😉😏

Gwil: You wish

Joe: [Sent Photo containing Ben kissing Joe’s forehead]

Gwil: [Sent Photo of himself with a pissed off look giving them the finger]

Joe laughed seeing Gwilym’s response as Ben’s voice pulled him back to reality. “Joe...can I ask you something?” Ben mumbled not looking up from his pint.

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

Ben rolled his eyes and sighed solemnly. “I’m being serious mate…”

“You alright?” Joe raised a brow, his concern beginning to grow. Whatever had happened earlier, it definitely wasn’t good.

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

“Well, you’re too pretty for your damn good for a start.” Joe chuckled but his smile faded seeing Ben cast his eyes down at his barely touched drink, maybe now wasn’t the time for jokes. This was obviously a lot more serious than he originally thought. “I don’t follow.”

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

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

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

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

“Gee, thanks”

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

“That’s just the point, I feel like I’m putting it all out there and I’m not getting anything in return. They like me for EastEnders, for my body…” He trailed off, sighing softly looking back down. “They don’t like Ben Jones...they like Ben Hardy.”

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

“Oh, I know, these are from the two girls at the corner table there. Two shots of Jack Daniel’s for the blonde and his friend.” She pointed at the table with the pair of girls that passed earlier. They were engrossed in their own conversation watching them out of the corner of their eyes. Seeing the waitress at their table they turned their full attention over to the two actors, watching intently for what their reaction might be. Ben and Joe turned their glances to see who she was talking about. Joe smirked making eye contact with the girl in the (Y/F/C) colour top as Ben smirked softly, locking eyes with the other. Joe watched as her friend blushed heavily before putting her head down in her arms while the (H/C) one he fancied laughed, winking confidently at Joe before she too turned back to her friend who was still trying to make herself invisible. Joe liked a girl with confidence and clearly, she had a lot of it. “Enjoy lads.” The waitress smiled before walking off.

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

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

“You’ve never had someone offer to buy you a drink before?” Joe asked as his eyes flicked back over to the girls.

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

“They’re looking over here, quick, raise your shot at them to thank them.” Joe commanded, the blonde turning around as told. Joe stared down the one in (Y/F/C), seemingly asserting his ‘dominance’ but the female didn’t back down. She stared back with just as heavily of an intensity. The American smirked looking back to Ben as he turned around. The two actors clinked their glasses together before downing the shots each groaning happily at the taste. “Oh, we for sure have to go talk to them now!” Joe cheered. “After all, they bought us drinks, and that was some top shelf stuff!”

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

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I’m just…” He sighed happily, in a slight daze. “I’m just so flattered, you know. Something like this doesn’t happen to a guy like me, it’s almost always the other way around you know?”

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

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

Joe shrugged, picking up his pint as he stood up. “Your loss dude, but there are two of them.” Joe made his way across the pub, eyes locked on the two girls as he approached their table. Their happy chatter slowly died down as he walked up next to their table, a smirk on lips of the one in (Y/F/F/C) as she knowingly looked at her friend in the (Y/F/C) top. “I just wanted to come over and say on behalf of myself and my friend, thanks for the drinks.” Joe smirked.

“Oh, you’re very welcome.” The one in (Y/F/C) smiled brightly. “It was actually her idea.” She said pointing across the table to her friend who smiled sheepishly.

“Well actually it was the coin’s idea.” She giggled a bit awkwardly. “I wasn’t sure if was a thing that girls did and I... you know...I just...yeah…”

“And I convinced her she needed to be more spontaneous, so here we are.” The one in (Y/F/C) chuckled.

“What a coincidence, I was doing the same for my friend earlier.” Joe chuckled softly. “Well, I’m Joe.”

“Nice to meet you.” The one in (Y/F/C) smiled. “I’m (Y/N).”

“(Y/F/N).” The other nodded toward him.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” Joe smiled, eyes connecting with (Y/N). She had been gorgeous from a far, but up close, she was a work of art, a masterpiece even. Her (e/c) irises glittered brightly in the low light of the pub. He wanted so desperately to run his fingers through her (h/l) (h/c) locks. Then her lips, god he could just imagine what they must feel like pressed up against his own, let alone what they must taste like.

“Why...why didn’t your friend come over…?” (Y/F/N) asked a bit disheartened as her eyes flicked over to the back of the blonde’s head.

“Oh, he can get a bit shy sometimes, I’ll get another drink in him and I’m sure he’ll come around.” Joe chuckled again. “So, uh, whatchya guy’s drinking, we’ll send you a couple of drinks back.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” (Y/F/N) tried to wave him off.

“(Y/F/N), (Y/F/N), if this lovely gentleman and his friend want to be so kind as to buy us drinks, who are we to deny them their pleasure?” (Y/N) winked at the auburn-haired man before her. “I’m having a (Your Favourite Drink).”

“Alright, well uh...a (Your Friend’s Favourite Drink) then I guess.” (Y/F/N) smirked bashfully.

“Sounds good to me.” Joe smirked before turning to (Y/N) as he pulled his phone from his pocket. “And uh, in case there’s a problem with the drinks, perhaps I can get your phone number?”

“Wouldn’t I have to have yours then?”

“Well, that’s just a given.” Joe chuckled, placing the phone down in front of her. (Y/N) quickly typed in her name and number before handing the device back to the actor. “I’ll shoot you a text.” He winked. “I better get back over to my friend, (Your Favourite Drink) and (Your Friend’s Favourite Drink), yeah?” They both nodded confirming his knowledge. “Alright, see you in a bit.” Joe smirked turning back toward the table containing Ben as he shot (Y/N) a text. He plopped himself back down in the seat across from the blonde. The American had a wide smile covering his features as he waved over the waitress. “I’m assuming it went alright then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you for the drinks!” (Y/N) smiled, pushing (Y/F/N) a little closer toward the blonde actor who was looking her up and down.

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

“Hi nice to meet you.” Ben smiled brightly, at (Y/F/N) in particular.

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

“(Y/F/N).” She blushed softly, looking down bashfully.

“Are you two leaving?” Ben asked, smirking softly at (Y/F/N)’s shyness.

“Yeah, we were thinking of hitting up another pub not too far from here. We were wondering if you guys might like to join us.” (Y/N) smiled, looking at Joe in particular fluttering her eyelashes at him. She was determined to win the game they had started with each other from across the pub. Joe kept eye contact with her, not one to back down from the challenge she was presenting him with.

The blonde looked to his American friend with a smirk and shrug. “I’m game if you are.”

Joe, eyes not leaving the (h/c) female before him responded with a smirk. “Who am I to deny the request of a lovely lady.” Joe winked at (Y/N) as he and Ben threw the remainder of their drinks back. This night was about to get interesting.

Part 2

A/N: you definitely don’t need to read Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy | 1 | Ben Hardy to understand this but it does give more pieces to the puzzle like what we’re the girls talking about prior to Joe coming over and more texting conversations with Gwil. Both stories will be updated simultaneously for this reason

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Dear John (Joe Mazzello/John Deacon x Reader)

A/N: Hi! I’m back from the dead haha! This is an imagine that nobody asked for! I haven’t been writing for a quite long time, so please bare with me and my grammatical errors. English is not my native language soooo sorry if this sucks but, I hope you’ll still enjoy!

This is based on Taylor Swift’s song, Dear John.

You continued walking on while crying. You didn’t mind the pain in your foot. The cold wind started to seep through your white dress, making you shiver. But you couldn’t care less. You were too numb to think and feel about everything. You’re too hurt to complain. You don’t even know how many hours you’re walking, you just walked, to get away from him. To get away from them. You don’t want to see their faces anymore. You just want them to vanish in your life completely.

You finally reached your flat. The vast darkness of your room welcomed you; making you feel more alone. You wiped the falling tears briskly as you started moving to get to your bedroom. As you enter your bedroom, you saw your reflection at the mirror. Your hair was disheveled, your eyes are puffy. Your dress is a complete mess too. Seeing yourself being so broken made you cried more. I should have known. You said to yourself as you cry. You propped down to your bed, still crying. You didn’t bother to clean up or remove your heels. You just lay down there, staring at the ceiling while crying. You wished you could vanish for a moment or just get numb for a while and the feelings will just come back right after you feel alright. But it’s not happening. You’re not vanishing. You don’t feel numb. You’re still hurt.

The exhaustion hits you slowly, making the vivid ceiling blurry. You were sleepy. With the tears streaming down your face, you slowly closed your eyes, finally drifting asleep.

“Oi!” you shouted at your best friend, Dana. The two of you met at the uni. She was a literature major who entered a wrong room the first day, and it was your room. She really thought that it was her room that she even chatted you about William Shakespeare. And after that day, the two of you were inseparable. “Where’s my guitar?!” you added. “It’s in the sofa you dummy! You better kill that performance darling!” she said, smiling at you. It was your big day. You’re going to perform at the pub called, Copacabana. You’re an aspiring singer-songwriter; you’re a music major at the university you’re currently studying in.

“You’re not coming?” you asked her. “I am going Y/N! Chill!” she said, as she finished putting her lipstick on. “What’s the use of that bloody red lips Dana?!” you asked her, laughing. “I might find a hot guy there you know.” she said as a matter of fact. “So you’re going there to find a hot guy?” you pouted.

“Don’t be a baby Y/N! Of course I’m going there to support you, finding a hot guy is just a bonus.” She laughed. “Now come on before you get late!” she exclaimed.

The two of you stood still in front of the pub. A big “Copacabana” in a neon light sign welcomed you. You’re starting to get nervous.

“Dana, I think I’m going to back down.” You told her, as you fiddle with the strap of your guitar. “What?! Are you crazy?” she asked you. “We didn’t drive here just to waste my gasoline. We are now entering this pub and you’re going to perform that song!” she told you, voice is filled with conviction as she tugged you towards the bar.

A small crowd welcomed the two you it was filled with students from the university you’re studying. Some of them listen to at the band on the stage, while some of them sit on the pub’s sofa while talking with each other. You started to get nervous again. What if they don’t pay attention to me? Or they didn’t like the song? You’re overthinking again.

Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when a man tugged you while holding out your wrist.

“Holy shit!” your best friend shouted as you got separated from her.

“Oh my god please don’t!” you plead at the man. You can see he was clearly, well, tipsy?

“I’m not really interested Sir, p-please I still have to perform!” you told him. He suddenly stopped on his tracks, body’s tensing a bit.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck. You can’t clearly see his face since it was dim.

“I-I’m really sorry, I thought you’re..” he trailed. “Never mind, I mistaken you with someone else.” He added. He immediately pulled out his hands out of your wrist, apologizing again. You felt like you heard his voice before but you weren’t quite sure where. You’re still stunned with what happened. Your best friend finally reached you.

“You bastard!” Dana shouted at the man, lounging a fist on his face. You immediately pulled you’re your best friend is a fucking black belter on karate, you don’t want to cause any scene. Getting kicked out of the bar that you’re going to perform is the last thing you want to happen.

“What?! This bastard needs to learn his lesson!” she told you, still mad. Some people started looking at you now. “Let’s just g-go Dana. Quentin is probably waiting for me.” You mumbled at her, while looking down.,

“I’m really sorry.” The man told you. “I don’t really have an idea, I mistaken you as somebody else.” He added guiltily.

“Just don’t drag anyone again if you’re not quite sure who are they.” You mumbled at him, walking away. You saw your best friend snicker at the man.

“What a fucking dick.” She said rolling her eyes. “Are you alright?” she asked you, voice full of concern.

“I’m alright!” you smiled, to convince her. But you’re actually a bit scared with what happened.

“Hey Y/N! Dana!” you heard a voice called, making you turn. “I thought you’re not coming! Come on, let’s go at the back stage!” he added. That was Quentin. He’s your classmate, and they owned this bar. He helps his father manage this pub as he study. He saw you had a lot of potential so he asked his father to let you perform tonight. He also performs in the pub sometimes, but managing it is his first priority.

You finally went on the backstage. Your best friend bid goodbye to you because she went on the crowd to watch you. You were really nervous.

“Y/N!” Quentin called you again. “You alright? You’re next after them.” He spoke softly.

“I’m kind of n-nervous.” You mumbled shakily. “First time performing.” You added.

“You can do it Y/N. I heard you sang at the music room the last time, and let me tell you. It was heavenly. So don’t get nervous. Everyone will love it.” He cheered you up.

“Thanks Quen.” You smiled at him. At least your nervousness eased a bit. You finally heard the band performing bid they’re closing remarks. Shit. You told yourself. It was finally you’re time to shine.

“Go get it Y/N!” he told you, as he pushed you towards the stage.

You finally walked down the stage. A lot of people are there, watching. You’re actually shaking as you fiddle with your dress.

“Go Y/N!” you heard your best friend shout in the crowd. You heard the crowd laugh a bit, making you smile.

“H-hi!” you started. You were very nervous. “I’m Y/N. And it’s my first time performing here.” You laughed nervously.

“Just start already!” you heard someone in the crowd. It made your heart beat double. You’re already getting anxious.

“S-sing a long if y-you know the song. This is called Love of my L-Life.” You stuttered.

You closed your eyes as you started strumming down your guitar. You removed all the nervousness you felt, and you started pouring out the emotions you feel on the song. You started to get lost with music. It was your safe haven.

Oh, hurry back, hurry back

Don't take it away from me

Because you don't know what it means to me

“That was wonderful darling!” an unfamiliar voice shouted as you finish the song. You finally opened your eyes. The crowd was staring at you with complete awe. You finally bowed down after the song, rushing towards the backstage because you feel like your heart is going to explode.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” you shouted, still shaking. You can hear their loud cheers and clap even though you’re already in the backstage. It was a very fulfilling moment for you since it was your first time. Smiling like an idiot, you walked out from the backstage to meet your friends. Dana is waving her hands at your direction so that you can go to them but before you can go near them, a horde of people suddenly appeared and bombarded you with tons of compliments because of your performance.

“T-thank you,” you stuttered, still not getting used of the attention you’re getting. The crowd finally dispersed after they congratulated you. “Ah, finally it’s done,” you mumbled through yourself but before you can even walk away, you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“You had a great performance,” the man told you, as he smiled shyly. He is wearing a white shirt paired with a wide-legged pants. He has long brown wavy hair, and dark brown eyes. His nose is pointed, and his pinkish lips is curved into a smile. He almost looked like a girl to be honest and he looked good under the dim lights of the pub. You looked at him intently. I know met him already but I don’t know where. You said at the back of your mind.

“Oh! I’m sorry for the incident earlier. I’m sorry for startling you, I mistaken you as someone else I know.” he told you, making your eyes go wide. You finally remembered him. He’s the asshole earlier ago!

“Yeah I know I’m quite an asshole earlier, I’m sorry,” he said, scratching his head. You covered your mouth from embarrassment. It was never your intention to say it out loud! “Just don’t do it again, it is never really nice to grab someone you don’t know,” you replied coldly, so that you can hide the embarrassment you feel.

“I’m really sorry,” he quietly said. You just nodded at him in agreement and finally turned your back so that you can go to your friends.

“I’m John by the way. John Deacon,” he followed up. And I’m not interested. You mumbled to yourself as you finally walked towards your friends.

Part 2?

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