#joe mazzello blurb

[likesomekindofcheese]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it’s Christmas Eve and they are sitting by the Christmas tree and Joe surprises reader with a present and when reader opens it, it’s a velvet box and Joe takes it from reader and goes into a speech about how much he loves her and that when he first laid eyes on reader in college, it was love at first sight and he gets down on one knee and asks reader to marry him?

Awww, that's cute!

Again, I don't do requests for longshots but I can do a blurb!

"Oh, look! Snow!" you cried, running to the window. You felt the chill already from the window.

White flurries by now were falling down so heavily, that it blanketed everywhere. It was so beautiful- and with the fireplace on and the Christmas tree twinkling with lights and decorations, it was quite a perfect Christmas Eve. In the back, the Nutcracker pas de deux between the Sugar Plum Fairy and her Cavalier Prince was playing.

"I think having you be me would make it better..." Joe suggested.

You turned around and saw him with a cheeky smile. You then went over and sat down next to him, letting him cuddle you.

"How are you? Was your Christmas Eve busy? I had to do some last-minute shopping..." you said.

"I'm...I'm good...great..." Joe answered.

You looked at him and saw that his ears were bright pink. Normally, he was talkative and confident, but he seemed a little quiet today.

"What's up? Something happened with your mom?" you asked.

"No! She's okay!"

"An audition went badly!?"

"No, not at all! I...it's just I...uh, have a gift for you and it can't wait for tomorrow," he announced.

"Oh! Okay- which one is it?" you questioned, looking after the presents you just finished wrapping up.

He cleared his throat and you returned your head. He had a box that was square and small, wrapped in red and white striped paper.

"Alright, great!" you said cheerfully.

Once you undid the paper and broke open the cardboard box you saw inside was...a small velvet box.

The breath was knocked out of you and your heart picked up.

"Joe, uhm, is...is..."

His eyes, shiny and sincere, looked up at you.

"Y/N, I...I've known you for a while and we have dated for a while and I..I think I have loved you from the moment I met you. I can be myself around you. It was a small love, but a part of me wondered, just wondered...wondered if I met the person who should be my person. I just had to be sure...so I spent time with you. And that little love it grew and grew. I see stars in your eyes, Y/N, and a smile that gives me life. Crap, I'm getting so sappy! I..."

He rubbed the back of his head.

"I don't even talk like this!"

"It's okay, Joe!" you said with a slight laugh. But your eyes were starting to well up.

"But I love you, Y/N and I want you to be happy. I would love it if I could make you happy for the rest of your life, so Y/N..."

Your head spun as he got on one knee. The music surged to it's most romantic.

"Will you marry m-"

It was cut off as you leaned down and planted a large kiss on his lips in answer.

There was a sudden buzz from his phone. It was from Ben.

"Have you proposed to her yet, Mate? Update me!"

Both of you smiled at it. You opened the box and propped the shiny diamond ring on your finger.

"Let's take a picture as an answer!" you suggested.

Taglist: @borhapgirlforlife19 @queenlover05

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[cherry-holland]

Joe Mazzello Masterlist

One shots

morning light 🥺🔥

Blurbs

me necesita 🔥

Headcanons

first date 🥺

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[almightyellie]

joe mazzello masterlist

titles marked with a ♥︎ contain smut

one shots

⇢ baseball ♥︎

in which joe is your neighbor. your extremely attractive, older neighbor. you begin to babysit his kids and things between the two of you are quick to change.

⇢ make you mine ♥︎

in which during yet another summer at the shared summer house with yours and joe’s families, the two of you take an unexpected turn in your relationship.

⇢ new york, new york

in which you share a game day with your two favorite people.

⇢ shooting the moon ♥︎

in which you and joe shared a whirlwind romance, but that was years ago. it doesn’t make seeing him any easier.

⇢ do you remember ♥︎

in which you had everything you ever needed: your dream job, a meddling roommate, and an unfulfilled agreement with an old friend.

⇢ burning desire ♥︎

in which you and your professor begin to grow very close, and it makes you nervous

blurbs

⇢ best friend joe ♥︎ ⇢ stuck at home ⇢ dom!joe + breeding kink ♥︎ ⇢ teasing joe ♥︎ ⇢ spitting ♥︎ ⇢ daddy!joe ♥︎ ⇢ watching you ♥︎

all mini blurbs can be found here!

⇢ dad!joe

⇢ tim murphy

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[myficreccs]

Bo Rhap Boys (and some of their other characters) fic rec masterlist

Updated 9 October 2023

Bo Rhap Boys

Headcanons

BohRap Boys as Elementary Teachers! by @likesomekindofcheese

Ben Hardy 

Series

And they were roommates by @fallingprincess

Save You by @fallingprincess

One shots

bookends by @almightygwil

Falling by @demo-wise

Glitter Blood by @fallingprincess

guessing games by @angrylizardjacket

Just Say You Won’t Let Go by @backstage-journal 

Movie Night by @pxroxide-prinxcesss

Nicotine Buzz by @redspecialty

Pain and other magical kinks by @fallingprincess

the proposal by @seven-seas-of-taylor

temporary fix by @seven-seas-of-taylor

Timing by @fallingprincess

[Unnamed request] by @illfoandillfie

Gwilym Lee

One shots

A Nice Surprise with Gwilym by @deacyblues

carolina by @almightyellie

classy girls by @almightyellie

from the shadows by @deacyblues

i lived by @almightyellie

like the movies by @brianmays-hair

meet on the ledge by @archaicmusings

patience by @almightyellie

p.s. i love you by @almightyellie

Joe Mazzello

Series

Agape by @joemazzmatazz

One shots

born losers by @archaicmusings

Date Night by @just-my-sickly-pride

Drowning by @joe-mazzello

Home. by @halfofwhatisayismeaningless

i’ll be in the front row by @angrylizardjacket

just give me a call by @mazzell-ro

Like a River Runs by @joemazzmatazz

linger a little longer by @rhapsodyrecs

love calls you by your name by @archaicmusings

Meant to go this way by @fallingprincess

Niece To Meet You by @moodysunflowergirl

Party For One by @joemazzmatazz

Request 1 by @assembledherethevolunteers

stars, cake, and kisses by @mazzell-ro

Stood Up, Make Love by @illfoandillfie

You Make Me Feel Like Dancin’ by @deacyblues

Blurbs

[700 follower celebration blurb] by @joemazzmatazz

Pat Murray

One shots

Collisions and Confessions by @assembledherethevolunteers

Love With Its Back Turned by @gardnerlangway

Napkin Numbers by @quinoaisrethinkinglife

Tim Murphy

One shots

Absolutely Smitten by @officially-multi-fandom

neighbor by @patmvrray

John Deacon

One shots

a dying art by @ineloqueent

A Permanent Deal by @adrenaline-roulette

crayons & caresses by @brianmays-hair

don’t go by @patmvrray

my wife by @ineloqueent

The Fire and the Flames by @deacyblues

Headcanons

Being a bassist and dating John Deacon by @stardust-killer-queen

Roger Taylor

Series

You’re a Legend, Freddie by @rogertayloriskindacool

One shots

Dining at The Ritz we’ll meet at 9 by @adrenaline-roulette 

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[taleofharrison]

Pretty | Joe Mazzello

Summary: You finally visit Joe on set with your daughter.

Warnings: A poorly written toddler (let’s just say she’s shy I’m soory)

Requested: Yep by @borhapgirlforlife19​

Word Count: 1000

A/N: I haven’t written for these guys in ages I missed them but anyways enjoy hope you like this.

Visiting Joe on set was a common thing in your relationship from the moment you both knew it was serious. You loved seeing him work and he loved having you around in between takes or during his breaks, it became such a special thing in your relationship that he proposed on one of your visits. He was lucky enough to be shooting on location that day, a beach to be exact, it was also a night shoot, and he took the opportunity during the first break. It wasn’t elaborate at all, but you didn’t see it coming and were genuinely surprised and, in your eyes, it was the perfect proposal.

However, once you had a baby you knew you had to stop visiting on set as often as you did, he always insisted that your daughter could go and be on set with him that you could stay at his trailer while he was busy, you on the other side didn’t feel comfortable with having your baby in an unknown environment surrounded by strangers, it would overwhelm her and you knew that a quiet set and colicky fussy baby wasn’t a good combination.

“Just let her grow up a bit” you told him “I promise you that once I feel sure enough that she won’t be a bother for the crew we’ll be there.”

“Fine” he huffed holding the six-month-old baby close to his chest.

Joe was about to start a new production, the first one since he took a break during your pregnancy and first few months of Grace’s life. He didn’t want to leave both of you he wasn’t ready but how could he ever be ready to leave his little family?

Time passed and your beautiful baby girl was now three, almost four, years old and she hadn’t seen her dad at work not once due to the agreement you had with Joe. From day one he was more than ready to have Grace on set with him, but he also knew that you had to be same page as him and, so far, you hadn’t changed your mind.

“Okay I gotta go” he said taking one last bite to his breakfast. He had been casted as John Deacon on the Queen biopic, and you had come with him this time before Grace started preschool.

He kissed you goodbye and kissed his daughter’s head quickly “Bye princess.”

“Bye daddy!” she replied with a giggle.

An idea crossed your mind, Grace was old enough to understand what being quiet meant and most of the time she was a well-behaved toddler. Yes, she threw tantrums, was an energetic ball hard and it was sometimes hard to keep up with her, but she wasn’t anything you couldn’t control if the situation needed it plus the most stressful shot of the whole movie had already been done so you wouldn’t be making Joe even more nervous.

“You wanna go see daddy?” you asked her with a smile. Her eyes lit up so quickly and she nodded.

You cleaned up the kitchen and got Grace ready to go. You took one of those set passes that Joe always get you and drove to where they would be shooting.

“Okay baby we have to be really quiet” you told her in a whisper “we want to keep this a surprise, okay?”

“Quiet” she giggled in the same tone as you with her index finger on her mouth.

They were shooting the first concert they ever had with Freddie as a front man and Deaky as bass player. It was a closed set so you couldn’t go in while the neon sign outside said that they were filming.

“And cut!” the director yelled “take a break everybody, I’ll let you know if need another shot.”

On your side the neon sign went off so it meant that you could go inside with your little girl in your arms.

“Do you see who’s there?” you asked Grace putting her down.

“Daddy!” she giggled running to him. Even with a long wig and 70’s clothing she recognized him. He was a daddy’s girl after all.

“Grace!” Joe exclaimed completely ignoring Ben, who was a having a conversation with him, he quickly picked her daughter up. “What are you doing here? Where’s your momma?”

“I thought she was old enough to visit you” you answered walking up to him.

“So, we finally get to meet little Mazzello today?” the blonde man asked. The whole cast had met you but not Grace though they had seen plenty of photos thanks to Joe.

“I-yeah I mean I guess” Joe was still processing the surprise. This is all he ever wanted a ’bring your child to work’ day “this is Grace”.

“Uncle Rami!” she exclaimed once he saw him.

“Want to stay with Uncle Rami?” Joe asked her to which she agreed.

Joe gave Grace to Rami and let him introduce her to Ben and Gwilym while he talked to you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” he asked.

“If I had, then you wouldn’t be surprised” you smiled.

“Believe me I’m shocked” he sighed not trying to hide his smile “what made you change your mind?”

“I just thought why not” you shrugged “you’ve wanted her on a set with you for such a long time.”

“I think she likes it here” you said when you saw her play with Joe’s costars.

“Yeah” he smiled “after this scene I have an actual break so we can spend time in my trailer yeah?”

You nodded everyone seemed to be going back to their places, so you had to go fetch Grace.

“Sorry gentlemen but I think we’re not needed here” you said picking up your girl from Ben’s arms.

“Pretty” she squealed out of nowhere. You weren’t sure if it meant Ben or the wigs they were wearing.

“You think I’m pretty?” Ben spoke and she nodded making Joe eyes wide. Ben wouldn’t let Joe forget this one.

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[borhap-au]

Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

“You’d be better off with someone else”

Despite thinking long and hard, you weren’t able to answer the question “what you like the most about yourself,” because the truth was, there wasn’t such a thing. You hated your looks and your personality and your insecurity and… well, everything. The only good thing you found in your life was your relationship with Joe. He was a great boyfriend, very patient and understanding, but also loving and gentle. You loved spending your time with him – that is of course until the insecurity kicks in and ruin all the fun for you. You looked at him – a handsome, attractive man with a great sense of humor and amazing personality – and you couldn’t believe you dated him. But what you couldn’t believe even more, is why he dated you. In your opinion, he could’ve had any girl. He was charming, interesting and famous. There wasn’t a bad quality about him that you knew about. And yet he chose you, a “walking disaster,” as you liked to call yourself. And from that insecurity (and only from it, because Joe gave you no reason to think that) stem the idea that he will soon realize how bad you are, and how much better he can do, and he will leave you. So to save yourself some of the pain, you slowly started to distance yourself from him to make it easier later. It didn’t escape his attention.

You were sitting on a couch, watching a movie, but it wasn’t the usual scenario. Before, you would be snuggling to him and he would be petting your back. Right now, you were sitting at a distance, focusing on the movie instead of your boyfriend. He noticed.

“Y/N?” He looked at you concerned. “Did something happen?” He knew he had to be careful around you when you were feeling down. You were very fragile and he didn’t want to do anything to accidentally make it worse.

“No, why?” You looked at him for a short while and then came back to watching the movie. He moved closer to you and put his arm around you. You didn’t object, but your body was visibly tense.

“Are you sure? You seem a little different tonight,” he, on the other hand, paid no attention to the movie. He was completely focused on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied. It wasn’t a comfortable situation for you either. You missed his touch, but when you finally got it, you felt like you didn’t deserve it, like he should be with someone else right now, someone better than you. So you felt guilty for wasting his time.

“What’s with the distance then? And the sudden urge to watch the movie? We’ve seen it twice already, you never paid much attention to it,” he explained, but in truth, it wasn’t just about tonight. He felt your change of behavior much earlier than that, but for a while he thought it was just a phase that would soon pass.

“Third time’s a charm. I thought since we watched it so many times already, it would be nice to see the full movie at least once, to know what it is about,” he nodded at your answer. It sounded reasonable and you felt even worse about lying now that he believed in it.

He let it go for some time. Later that evening, you were making dinner and he came up to you, hug you from behind and started kissing your neck, as he usually did, to make your cooking a more pleasant experience. Usually you stopped, at least for some time, to enjoy his touch, but tonight you just continued making the meal ignoring his affection. You even moved away, trying to reach some ingredients, without minding his embrace. He stepped back.

“What is it this time?” he asked knowing very well it was never about the movie. He looked at you hurt and disappointed, but more in himself than in you. He hated the fact he couldn’t help you feel better.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m just really hungry, want to make the food quickly,” lies again. He didn’t fall for it twice, but he nodded his head, knowing you won’t tell him. You sighed seeing that. You didn’t want your last days together to be like that. You wanted him to have nice memories of you. “Don’t worry, Joey,” you muttered quietly while coming back to cooking. “The next girl will treat you better.”

“What?” he raised his brow, not believing what he just heard. “My next what?”

“Next girlfriend,” you repeated, not looking at him.

“Where did that come from? Why would I want another girlfriend?” he asked, visibly confused. He definitely didn’t expect to hear that.

“You know, someone who’s worthy of you. Someone… Who isn’t me,” it wasn’t easy to say, but it resonated in your mind for some time now. You believed wholeheartedly that you weren’t good enough for him.  

“If my future girlfriend isn’t you, then I don’t want her,” you smiled under your breath hearing that. It was very sweet of him to say that.

“Joey, we both know you deserve so much better than me. Prettier, skinnier, smarter and funnier,” you said, trying to smile, but it wasn’t easy. “You deserve someone who will make you happy, instead of constantly getting you down. You deserve someone around who you won’t have to mind your words. A relationship in which you can be yourself, unapologetically, without always doing something for the other person.”

“I am unapologetically myself around you. It doesn’t bother me that you feel down sometimes. I mean of course, it’s a problem in a sense I would immediately want to make you feel better and I don’t like when you’re sad, but it’s not a thing that would make me break up with you, ever,” he held your hand to show you he means it.

“Baby, you can have a girl that’s so much prettier than me. And sexier. What about your friend? Or my cousin, you know which one,” you said and he laughed softly.

“Really, girly? You’re going to advertise me other women?” he smiled and pet your cheek. “I don’t want any other type of figure or any other type of beauty. I want your beauty. Why do you think I’m not capable of making my own decisions? I’m pretty grown up actually. I know you and I love what I know. I fell in love with you and not anyone else. And I’m very content with my choice. So let me have what I want, okay?”

“You will soon realize how awful I am and change your mind. Just wait, I know you will. And I don’t want to be around to have my heart broken when that happens,” he sighed hearing that and took his hand away.

“Really? You think I’m so moody that I would break up the happiest relationship I’ve ever had because of a whim? We don’t fight, we have mutual goals and we love each other. Why would anything change if it’s all so good? I like it now, I want to see no changes apart from you being happier and more confident in this relationship, because we… Well, we love each other still, right? I mean, do you love me?”

“Of course I do. I would be a fool not to love you,” you answered.

“That’s exactly how I feel about you. I love you, and I want to be with you and you only. You’re perfect for me, no one else is,” he reassured you. You sighed.

“I’m not perfect,” you muttered, and he came to you and hugged you tightly.

“You’re perfect for me. There are girls who have other qualities, maybe they have something that you want, but for me, you’re all I need. You have all the qualities I want in a girlfriend. You say there are skinnier girls? Girls that feel happier more often? Maybe. But at the same time I’m sure they would be annoying, or bossy, or whatever else. They have other qualities, sure. Qualities I don’t need. I chose you with my sane mind. I knew who you are and I chose you. Now I got to know you even better and I would still choose you, every time,” you hugged him tightly and started crying quietly.

“Even if I’m so boring…?” you muttered quietly.

“You’re not boring,” he reassured you, petting your back. “Actually, you’re fascinating to me. I love listening to you, especially when you’re passionate about something. It’s just so entertaining to watch. And I love looking at you, because you’re just my type. You have such a unique type of beauty, it’s so hard to find someone like you. And I found everything I ever needed in you.”

“What if you find someone better?” you didn’t look up saying that.

“Better from perfect? I don’t think so. I don’t know how I can explain that to you in other words, but life is not about being skinny, having perfect hair and clothes. For me relationships aren’t about that. That actress that you like so much? If I were with her you would probably think “that’s what he deserves,” meanwhile I would be suffocating in that relationship. Because she wouldn’t want to spend time with me like we do together, she would have other priorities, she wouldn’t get my sense of humor or whatever else. Your personality is perfect for me. So is your body, but I assume you won’t believe in that yet. But it’s true. So please, don’t push me away. Having this distance between us is a torture, really. Please, let us both be happy. Just be with me, and I’ll try to do anything I can to appreciate you like you should be appreciated. Can you do that for me?” You slowly nodded your head and only then looked him in the eyes. He smiled at you and kissed your lips softly.

“You’re sure you don’t want anyone else?” you asked after the kiss.

“I’m sure. Can you please stop asking me this question? I want you and you only. Did I ever do anything to make you feel otherwise?”

“No…,” you muttered quietly.

“So, please, don’t overthink it. If I had anything new to say to you, I would just say it, I wouldn’t expect you to learn that from some signs I’d give you. Really, I love you, and I will continue to love you, even if you break up with me. But please, don’t. I’m crazy about you,” he smiled, petting your cheek. You stood on your toes and kissed him softly. He kissed you back.

“Thank you,” you smiled after the kiss.

“Don’t thank me for that. And come on, you were hungry. We got to finish the meal,” said and this time he actually helped you out, not just by kisses. Although he planted some on your head and shoulder, because without them, it just wouldn’t be the same.

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[assembledherethevolunteers]

Day 10- Making Hot Chocolate

A/N: Prompt #10 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge!

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female!Reader

Summary: You bought Joe a new mug with a fun message (see below).

Warnings: Fluff

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

You woke up and could already tell there was snow on the ground from the way the sun was bouncing into your bedroom.

Perfect.

You rolled over to see your husband, still asleep. You smiled at him, excited for the little surprise you were going to give him today.

“Joe,” you whispered.

“Hm?”

“Are you awake?”

“No.”

You chuckled and then moved so that you touched his calves with your cold feet.

“Ah! Okay! Yes, yes I am!”

“Good. Can you shovel the driveway? We’ve got to be at John’s in a few hours.”

Joe whined, but started to sit up. “Fine, but only because you’re cute.”

You sat up next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll take it.”

The two of you got up and Joe got ready to go out and shovel so you could get out of the driveway in a few hours so that you could get to your brother-in-law’s house.

“If you do a good job, I’ll have a hot chocolate ready for you,” you smiled at him down in the kitchen.

“Oooh, promise?”

“Promise,” you reached out your hand, offering your pinky.

Joe took it with his own, shook on it, and then pulled your hand closer to give it a kiss before he went outside.

You knew it wouldn’t take Joe long, so you made sure that everything was ready for John’s. After verifying you had everything done, you started to heat up the milk on the stove. Once it seemed warm enough, you whisked in the cocoa powder and sugar.

You tasted it and it tasted perfect.

“All done!” Joe announced as he came back inside. You heard him stomp the snow off his boots.

“And I’ve got your hot chocolate!” You called back to him.

Joe appeared, his cheeks and nose rosy from the cold. He pulled his stocking cap off and sat at the kitchen island.

You slid him the mug.

“’Good Morning Handsome’?” He read the mug, getting you a smile.

“Don’t go getting a big head, it’s just one that I found.”

“Yeah, sure,” Joe told you with a sip of his hot chocolate. He hummed. “Oh, babe, this is great.”

You slowly drank yours as Joe drank his quickly.

“That was great, babe,” Joe finished his drink and then stood up. “I should get in the shower.”

“Hey wait, did you read your mug?”

Joe lifted an eyebrow at you. “The ‘Good Morning Handsome’? Yeeeeeah?”

“No, the inside.”

Joe frowned at you and then looked into the mug. He stared at it for a moment. Blinked. And then looked at you.

“’You Are Going To Be A Daddy’? Are you serious?” Joe whispered.

You nodded, smiling.

“I’m going to be a dad?” Joe’s face slowly morphed into a smile.

“Yeah,” You replied, the tears started to fill your eyes.

Joe walked over and cupped your face in his hands. “We’re going to be parents.”

“We are,” you breathed out.

Joe pulled you in for a kiss, not breaking it until you felt like your lungs were going to explode.

“We’re going to be parents,” Joe repeated with a smile.

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[acdeaky]

day 4 - christmas shopping

warning: fluff, strong language

note: day 4: happy friday people!

acdeaky’s december writing challenge!

“baby, are we almost done?” you practically groaned at joe as he walked into another store, his hand pulling yours as you reluctantly went through the doors.

“just a few more stops, then we can go home, babe.”

“haven’t we been to enough already?” you countered as joe pulled you both to the side of the store, taking your hands in his own.

“just a few more, i promise. besides, surely it’s not that bad spending time with me, the love of your life?” his voice was teasing, pulling you closer to his body by your joint hands until your chests were practically touching.

“i guess not,” you smirked, taking your hands out of his and placing them onto joe’s cheeks. “i just want to go home so i can spend quality time with you.”

“this is quality time.” a shit-eating grin made it’s way onto his face as he pulled away from you. your hands slipped from his face and down to your sides, but it wasn’t long before joe was grabbing one and pulling you around yet another store.

and that’s how the rest of your day went. a few more stops turned into quite a few more, and stops quickly turned from just stores into coffee shops and quaint doughnut shops, too. although, you soon realised, this was quality time. even if being dragged around shopping by your partner wasn’t everyone’s favourite thing, just being, existing, with joe was everything.

it didn’t stop you wanting to be at home, cuddled up on the sofa while watching shitty rom-coms, but you were with joe, and that’s what actually mattered.

“can we go home now?” you asked sweetly after joe had finished in yet another store, one hand holding his while wrapping your other around his covered bicep.

“yeh, let’s go.” still, you eventually got what you wanted; a cozy night in with the man you love after the dreaded day of christmas shopping.

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[buckyjamess-archive]

Gonna indulge with Joe...how would he hit on you and how would he ask you out?

Good god, we're talking about Joseph Mazzello here, who I think is the biggest flirt on the earth(?) The guy wouldn't be subtle either..

you're with friends at one of your favorite pubs, standing at the bar, waiting for your order to get finished and you know he's been eyeing you up and down for a while now, you've caught him slipping more than once so it's not a big surprise when he slips onto the bar stool next to you.

You choose to ignore it, wouldn't be the first and definitely not the last drunk guy to hit on you-- though this might be the first good looking one-- you're here with your friends and not for a random guy. 

"You must be a high test score because I want to take you home and show you to my mother." 

It's simultaneously the best yet the worst one you've heard. Making you both laugh and cringe at the same time. 

"That's the worst one so far." 

"Made you laugh." 

and you'd just roll your eyes, finally looking at the stranger next to you

"I've got a few more up my sleeve." 

"Please don't." 

It is a weekly thing where he'd slip into the stool next to you whenever it's your turn to get a round of drinks, with the worst pick up lines but they make you laugh -- which no guy has managed to do so far. 

Joe keeps trying and trying and after months of meeting up at the pub, you finally give him your number. For the first time you have full conversations through texts instead of small talks at the bar. 

It takes him a while before he asks you out- it had taken him months to get your number, so asking you on a date wouldn't be easy either.

it's out of the blue, just a casual Wednesday morning at work when you receive a 'what would you day if I asked you on a date?' And it's so atypical for joe to start a conversation that's not a bad pick up line, that you're taken back but say yes nonetheless.

For the first time in months after all the cheesy pick up lines, trying so hard and texting day and night, you spend your saturday night with joe instead of your friends. 

One date turns into multiple more, the bad pick up lines stay throughout your relationship and in the end, the very first pick up line was true, he did take you home to meet his mother.

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[sherlollydramoine]

All’s Fair in Love and War

Prompt 29: “back up!”

Fandom: Joe Mazzello/BoRhap

Pairing: Joe Mazzello X Reader

Warnings: Language, otherwise just playful Joe causing hell and getting in trouble for it...

Word Count: 565

This shouldn’t be shocking to you, that he’d do something so brazen in the middle of his mother’s kitchen. How could you ever doubt it, your first date consisted of bungee jumping. 

“Jesus fuck Joe, what in the actual fuck?” you screech, eyes alight with anger. His soft chuckle didn’t help to placate your anger in the slightest.

“You just looked like you were too hot, so I thought you needed to cool down a bit,” he says, biting his lip in hopes of distracting you from your anger.

When the shock had worn off and your body warming after he had poured an entire ice cold glass of water on your head. The swell of your pregnant belly did not stop you from leaning over the counter to retrieve your bottle of water, eyes twinkling with mischief as you twisted the cap off and aiming the bottle in his direction.

“Back up!” you hollered, as he had slowly been approaching from your side with his own bottle of water in his hand.

He laughs again, the laugh bouncing off the walls to taunt you, daring you to react.

“Joseph, I swear to God I will get you!”

He just moves closer to you, the plastic from the bottle crinkling in his hands, the sound of it spurring you into action. Unfortunately your advanced stages of pregnancy did not allow you to waddle out of the way fast enough as the cold hits your skin like a bullet.

“JOOOOOE!” you holler, whirling around and squeezing your own bottle with enough force that the water splashed him directly in his face the triumphant smirk quickly falling off of his face.

“I warned you to back up. You were asking for it Mister Mazzello.”

“This is fucking cold,” he responds, pulling his soaking wet t-shirt away from his body fanning it as if to somehow will it to dry itself within seconds.

“Yeah, and you got me twice,” you answer, face splitting into a shit-eating grin. “So, what shall your punishment be for your second offense?”

He says nothing, staring down at the floor in mock shame. You know he isn’t truly sorry for anything he did.

Just then the door to the kitchen swung open and his mother stepped through the door arms laden with several bags of shopping. She stops, looking at the both of you in disdain.

“What have you done to my kitchen Joseph?” she demands, voice thick with irritation. “You better clean this up before your pregnant wife falls and gets injured. Or worse, what if I fell and broke a hip?”

“Yes mom,'' he answers. This time the shame was sincere. 

His mother drops the shopping bags on the floor in front of the refrigerator turning back to instruct him to put away all the groceries when he was done cleaning up the mess. She puts her arm around your shoulders and together you leave the kitchen both of you breaking into a fit of giggles once you are safely out of earshot of your husband and her son.

“He’s such an ass sometimes I swear YN. I can’t believe you married him. Either way, we love him and you-” she pauses momentarily before asking your permission to touch your rounded belly, “and we love this little one,” she coos which earns her a kick from the next generation of Mazzello.

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[likesomekindofcheese]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s Christmas and Joe and reader are still asleep in their bed and their toddler daughter comes in their room and jumps on the bed to wake them up to tell them Santa has brought her presents and when their daughter comes over to Joe, he’s pretending he’s still asleep and when she gets close enough to him, he jumps up and starts tickling her and reader just gushes over how adorable he is with their daughter and they go to the living room and enjoy their Christmas as a family? Also, their daughter looks just like Joe?

I don't accept requests for long shots, but I can write a blurb!

You weren't dreaming of sugarplums dancing in your head. No, you were dreaming about flying to Austria and landing on one of the snowy mountains there when you felt a little tug.

You blinked awake, still processing you were on the ground in your house and you saw the little face of your daughter looking up at you.

"Mommy, mommy!" she whispered excitedly.

You leaned over and saw that it was 7 in the morning.

"Wha...what is it?" you asked groggily.

"It's Christmas! It's Christmas! And there's presents! Santa came! Santa came here!" she cheered.

"Oh...yes...he did!" you agree with a sleepy smile.

She went over to the other side to Joe. He was laying on his stomach, his red hair a mess on top of the pillow.

"Daddy...Daddy wake up! It's Christmas! Santa got me presents!" she cheered.

There was a cartoonishly loud snore. You knew Joe did not snore like that when genuinely asleep but your daughter didn't. She giggled in response.

Looking closer, you realized how much she did look like Joe. She had his face shape, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth. Though her skin and hair looked like yours, her father's influence was just as present if you looked very carefully.

"Daddyyyyyyyyyyy, wake up! Wake up!" she said.

She leaned closer, took one grubby finger, and began to poke him.

In a second, Joe turned over with an "HRUAGGH!"

He grabbed the little girl who let out a delighted squeal and began to tickle her profusely in his embrace. She began laughing and laughing so hard, that even Joe was laughing. Even you.

"Dad-dyyyy, stop!" she asked, taking in exhales between laughing.

"What's that? Spot?! Like tickle spot?! I'll get it!" he cried, tickling her more.

She was kicking her legs in delight. Then finally, he stopped and all of you finished laughing, catching your breaths. She was so cute- so spunky in spite of her smallness. Her face is alight with the joy of both Christmas morning and her family. You never saw a child cuter than her and it made your heart melt.

"C'mon, nugget," you say to your girl, leaning her in for a hug and a kiss on her head.

"Can we open the presents?!?" she asked.

"Of course! Let's see what Santa got you!" Joe said.

With a cheer, she ran into the living room. As you both got out of bed and put robes over your pajamas from the chill, you kissed his cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Joe."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

You walked over there and made coffee, taking sips as the sun was rising. There were presents under the tree with still that fresh, papery scent of wrapping paper on them and the stockings were so full, they had to be taken off the mantle. Joe's, as a tribute, a little dinosaur on it. The tree was alight and the fireplace was started with a crackling fire. Your daughter was wiggling with excitement, ready to open gifts and see the things she wanted so much.

Everything could not be more perfect.

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[pedros-mustache-main]

another blurb no one asked for. also, if you think this is anything other than wish fulfillment you are incorrect.

you have this shirt that he really likes. you can’t remember exactly where you got it. maybe a hand-me-down from a friend? maybe a thrift store? you can’t be sure, and you suppose it doesn’t really matter. 

the shirt is blue, about two sizes too big, and hangs on your body like a drape. it falls past your hips and grazes the tops of your thighs; it’s flowy and unstructured and well-worn into soft comfort. you don’t wear it out. it’s just a home shirt, a sleep shirt, something you wear on laundry day. he likes it, though, and always makes a point to say so.

sometimes he verbally tells you. you’ll walk into the room, sans trousers because everything’s in the wash, basket of clothes on your hip, and he’ll pause whatever he’s doing. he’ll look up, meet your eyes first, then run his gaze over your body, and his perusal makes you want to squirm in the best way. 

he nods to your shirt. “i like that top,” he says.

“i know.” you drop the basket on the couch and reach for an article of clothing. 

“makes your boobs look good.”

you just laugh. “i know.”

other times, he doesn’t vocalize his fondness. maybe it’s on an evening when you’ve both opted to say in. the coffee table is littered with remnants of your take-out dinner, and the tv screen flickers with a quiet film. you’re snuggled against him on the couch, nearing the edge of sleep, when you feel his hand slip under the hem of your shirt—that shirt—and run across your stomach. his lips are soon on your neck, his other hand working the shoulder of your top lower and lower. you don’t say anything, just roll over and hum with approval as he pushes your shirt futher up and makes you feel a whole lot better than you did five minutes ago.

at some point, you consider throwing the shirt away. it’s old and really not that attractive, but when you casually mention tossing it, he’s reaction startles you. he practically jumps from his spot on the side of the bed, tying his shoes for the day.

“no, don’t!” he sounds frantic, and it makes your eyes bulge. clearing his throat, he shrugs. “i like it.”

you give a huff of laughter. “clearly!”

he blushes, his hand rising to rub the back of his neck. “just... just don’t get rid of it, okay?”

you relent with a sigh and a kiss to his cheek—and wear it that evening after he comes home from a meeting.

#joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello blurb #j blurbs

[almightyellie]

ok but joe as a photographer could lead to him taking so many photos of his girl and,,,i need it

AHHHH

he mostly did nature shots before he met you.

it’s hard to believe, really, that the man who manages to find a little bit of beauty in everyone he meets couldn't find a muse that wasn’t a sunset or a treeline. especially now, where every moment of your life is filled with a lingering glance from him, a “hold on, babe, stay still,” a never-ending photo-opportunity.

the first time it happened, you hadn’t even known him. you sat alone at breakfast until you didn’t, until he timidly approached with that giant camera around his neck. “hi!” he had exclaimed, cheeks a little red, but wearing a grin nonetheless. “this is so weird, so please feel free to tell me to bite it, but you...can i take a picture of you?”

you had quietly laughed and he swears to god that you stole his heart right at that moment.

the exhibit after he meets you is so different than any of his previous ones because it’s basically all you, laughing and sleeping and looking away from the camera. they range anywhere from funny to sweet to serious, some artistic and some just casual portraits. you’ve given his work a whole new life acting as the muse he hadn’t even known he needed. you’re more than happy to be his model, especially because every good picture is paid for with a hundred kisses, every exhibit is celebrated with so much love, and every minute of your life is decorated by your favorite artist.

#jmminis #joe mazzello blurb

[isitstraightvodka]

hi liv! may i request 14, 15 and 46 with either joe or gwil? thank you!! xx

14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”, 15. “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”, 46.“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” - seems like a perfect fit for joe!

He could sense something was off about you. You texted less frequently, FaceTime calls reduced to once a week, you didn't want a bar of him and he didn't understand why, he wanted to know why. But it didn't happen out of nowhere, it was slow like droplets from a tap, the distance between you got more and more, it was painful, not just for him, for you too, however you had no other choice. You couldn't face the fact that you loved Joe. No, you were in love with Joe.

The next time you saw each other in the flesh was a get-together organised by Lucy, and while you were excited for it, you were nervous as hell to see Joe, to look at him and know how you felt about him, knowing he did not feel the same way about you. It was awkward when you shared a hug at the front door of the restaurant, his arms were tighter around you than yours were around him, you barely gave him eye-contact, even when you said "Hi." after he greeted you with the usual "Hello, lovely girl."; even that failed to make you smile.

Your feelings for Joe distracted you the entire night, you tried to have a good time chatting with Gwil, and Ben, and Lucy and Rami, but the man you adored more than words could say was right there and you were terrified and embarrassed for him to ever find out. After all, why would he love you back? He could have any other girl, you were sure many were already lining up to spend one night with him, and you couldn't compete or compare, you'd rather suffer in silence than mortify yourself and screw up years, almost two decades, of friendship.

Joe, on the other hand, was distracted himself, with you and how you kept giving him the cold shoulder, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't hurt by it. He reeled back memories, moments, days and weeks, searching for a time where he might have said something to cause this rift, if he had done something wrong, he had no clue what it was but it was eating him alive, he didn't want to lose his best friend. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

So you ended up in his car, parked on a back street, away from prying eyes. He'd managed to tear you away from the group, even thought you went with the utmost dread of fucking this all up even more than you probably already had. The engine was off, windows rolled up and a tension was thick in the air, so Joe cut it with a knife.

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

"Yes, you do, don't play dumb with me." He bit back, arm resting on the edge of the window, sighing when you looked in the other direction. 

"You've been avoiding me for days, weeks I believe. You don't talk to me, your texts are short, when you call me or I call you, it doesn't even last ten minutes when for so long, it would be hours. I don't know what's gotten into you but I think I have a right to know."

He was right, you knew he was right but the truth of it was that you were so scared, so much that you'd go to bed shaking or wake up in the middle of night sweating or crying, most of the time, it was both. You cared about Joe and ruining what you had with him wasn't something you were eager to risk.

"Look, Joe, I'm sorry but-"

"No buts. Give it to me straight. I would appreciate that."

You didn't know when or how or what made you forget about everything but for a split second, you did and you didn't even know you said anything until you looked at him and saw the surprise in his eyes.

"What?"

"You're in love with me?"

"W-what?" You couldn't swallow the lump in your throat, you forgot how to blink, how to do anything, you lost the ability to breathe and your face turned almost betroot red.

"You just said you're in love with me...that's why you haven't been talking to me? Seriously? Fuck, if you had told me instead of doing what you did, we wouldn't be here right now! I wouldn't have said anything wrong...the hell, babe, I can't believe this, when did yo-"

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” You said, hiding your face in your hands. You couldn't believe yourself, you just outed yourself without even meaning to, how stupid could you be? All ths time, you worked yourself up about it, and you just let it out without thinking about it. Tears stung the back of your eyes but you refused to turn into a wailing child in front of him. Not in front of the man you'd fallen for.

"I'm so foolish." You choked on your words.

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am. I just ruined this! Joe...I'm so so sorry." You barely sobbed into your palms, if you were to cry, you didn't want him to see.

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” -

Your heart stopped.

You looked at him, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.

"You were in love...too?"

"Not were. Am. I am in love with you. And I should've been the man and told you but...our friendship, I didn't want to jeopardise that.

"My reason for not telling you was the same."

You didn't know how you were able to speak after what he'd just dropped on you. He was in love with you, like you were with him, you could've sworm you were dreaming, about all of this, until the reality of his kiss brought you to earth.

And that first kiss ended up being the start of everything.

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[rogers-sweatbands]

The Things We Carry, Chapter I

A/N: i apologize for this being posted way later than i originally intended, i was trying to work up the nerve to show my writing on tumblr again. many thanks to @a-night-at-the-0pera for being my beta, you’re the best !! without further ado, i hope you enjoy the first chapter in my new joe fic, the things we carry <3

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Joe was tired.

He was fucking exhausted.

He was worn out to the point that he would lie down in the middle of a crosswalk if it meant he’d get a full eight hours of sleep; the kind of weary that only grainy bodega coffee could momentarily alleviate, each minute blending into the one before it.

If you asked him what was causing his 4 A.M. restlessness, he might blame it on his upstairs neighbors Noah and Meghan and the rambunctious sex they had in the middle of the night. He might say that he had gotten used to the quiet that his place in L.A. provided when he hid there for the last eight months, wanting to get out of Brooklyn to clear his mind. But honestly speaking, the reason he couldn’t sleep, the one thing clouding every thought, drowning every emotion, was his upcoming birthday. Thirty-six… more than a third of his life having passed and he felt as if he had barely anything to show for it. The movie posters hung in the hallway only filled so much of the void that his early mid-life crisis took up. They barely ate up enough space for him to notice them anymore, his eyes instead fixated outward as he studied everyone else’s life.

Both his brother and sister were married with kids. All of his friends seemed to be taking the next step in their lives, proposals and weddings and firstborns on the horizon. Hell, his lousy neighbors at least had each other to paw and shriek at all hours of the day. He was lonely. The kind of loneliness that made his heart ache at every couple he’d spot cuddled up on the L-train, that made him look away when he saw a parent walking their kid to the Montessori preschool a few blocks down. As pathetic as it felt in his head, he just wanted someone to give his love to and to be loved in return.

In his state of exhaustion, he’d been turning down plans left and right, faking commitments to avoid raising suspicion as to why he’d be spending the fifth night in a row in sweats and eating halal over his sink. However, his friends were too good. Their sixth senses buzzed after one too many unspecific texts about some “date” he went on the night before, claiming the girl was “too chatty” and that they decided to part ways after a few drinks. It was clear they weren’t going to let him bask in his isolation for another night. Rami had sent a text reading, “Cocktail party tonight, pick you up at eight. Not taking no for an answer.”

So that’s how he found himself gripping his bathroom sink with one hand, trimmer buzzing away in the other, squinting at the mirror as he attempted to make himself look at least somewhat human for the night. His lamb over rice and sweatpants would still be waiting for him whenever he was allowed to stumble back to Brooklyn… and he was most certainly counting down the hours until he could make that happen.

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Joe wasn’t even dressed when his intercom buzzed at five til’, having found himself pulled down a YouTube wormhole of “GREATEST YANKEE HIGHLIGHTS: 1990-2005.” He muttered a quiet “shit” as he rang them in. He was still wearing Thursday’s pajamas; no way he could hide that from them in the three minutes he had before they were at his door. He’d much rather take their light scolding and let Lucy pull something out of his closet than leave them waiting, knowing that they’d make him change out of his original choice anyway.

It wasn’t until three succinct knocks echoed through his entryway that he pulled himself off the couch, calling out a half-hearted “one second!” as he flipped off his television and made his way to the door.

“Joe!,” Lucy cried, her excitement faltering slightly as she took in his severe bedhead and stained T-shirt.

“You look terrible, man. Looks like you haven’t slept in a week,” Rami added, eyes tinged with concern.

“‘Cause I haven’t,” he chuckled dryly, stepping aside to let them in. “Figured you guys would make me change anyway. I trimmed my beard and decided to let you pick the rest. Least you could do since you’re forcing me to come tonight.”

“You know us too well,” Lucy smiled, leaning in to pinch his cheek before heading toward his room, heels clacking against the hardwood floor. “And we’re not forcing you to come with us. We simply invited you to come along and said that the only acceptable answer was ‘yes.’”

“You need to live a little! We haven’t seen you since you got back from L.A., and from the look of it, I don’t think you’ve left your apartment since then either,” Rami chuckled as he dragged him down the hall, shoving him to sit at the foot of his bed as they rifled through his things.

After pulling several pieces from his closet, they eventually laid something out for him. The couple gave Joe an excited look before motioning him into the bathroom, waiting expectantly for him to change as if he were their six-year-old trying on his school picture day outfit at The Gap. He emerged to the sarcastic cheer of “real pants!” and was dragged down the hall and into the street, where he was promptly sandwiched between Rami and Lucy in a West Village-bound cab. As he watched the red numbers on the meter increase in price, he felt his internal clock ticking. Three hours. He’d give them that long before he’d hop back on the L and hide out in Brooklyn for another week before he was inevitably dragged out again. Three hours wouldn’t kill him. And besides, nothing important can happen in that short amount of time.

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[goldenmazzello]

Never gonna love again.

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

You were friends from day one.

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

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

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

Or when you had lunch during a break.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course you were going to say yes.

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

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

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

You thought he might forgot about it.

But he didn't.

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

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

"Yeah."

"Did Grace say yes?!"

Grace.

So Joe shared your feelings, but for someone else.

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

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

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

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

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

Joe and Grace went on more dates.

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

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

"Are you sure you're ok?"

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

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

You really wish you could be her.

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

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

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

And you would be good enough for him.

You tried so hard to be everything that he liked.

But nothing seemed to work.

You felt he had found someonе more exciting than you.

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

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

You were like the song said, Losing my religion.

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

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

"I've never felt this way before."

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

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

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

They were all your friends.

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

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

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

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

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