#joe mazzello x fem! reader

[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

#carrie writes #joe mazzello #joe mazzello fluff #joe mazzello fanfiction #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello x y/n #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello blurb #bohrap cast #bohrap boys #joe mazzello x fem! reader #joe mazzello x fem! y/n

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi

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

❤️

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

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

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

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

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

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

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

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

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

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

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

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

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

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

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

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

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

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

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

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

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

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

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

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

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

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

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

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

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

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

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

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

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

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

"thank you darling"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

Roger would casually flirt with you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"it's not that Roger" John denied

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

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

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

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

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

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

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

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

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

"...why?" Roger breathed out

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

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

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

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

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

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

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

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

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

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

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

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

-

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

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

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

"pardon?" you wondered

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

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

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

John stared at Roger for a moment

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

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

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

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

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

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

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

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

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

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

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

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

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

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

"my point exactly"

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

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

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

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

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

but John? he didn't really seem the type

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

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

"what are you guys fighting about?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NO!!"

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

[ladystardust-thinks]

Hello There!

My loves,

my name is Ronnie and i try to write. I write for some specific franchises and characters because I'm a tad bit uncultured and I have not watched a lot of stuff. This post will be a list of people I write for and you can request fics. I only write OC and x readers though. I am very sorry if that is not what you are interested in.

the people in italics are those I prefer to write the most about right now (bc I'm just a girl and I have phases ok?) and those in bold are the people I have a request in my inbox so works for them are basically coming soon

Any of the Marauders!

Any of the Daisy Jones and the Six girls!

DJATS; Eddie Roundtree, Warren Rojas

Kingsman; Eggsy, Roxy

Celebrities?; Tom Blyth, Taron Egerton, Taylor Swift, Florence Pugh, Joe Mazzello, Hailee Steinfeld, Suki Waterhouse, Josh Whitehouse, Maya Hawke, Joseph Quinn, Joe Keery

Stranger Things; Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham

misc; tom blyth's!billy the kid, eloise bridgerton, razzle dingley, brian may, roger taylor, paris geller, rory gilmore, lorelai gilmore, jess mariano

Any Spiderverse Character!!

ATTENTION!

this list is not limited, if you have any request about the marvel or star wars universe send it around.

I do not write rpf (real people fiction) smut! The celebrity members list only includes fluff and light angst! I am not sure if I will be writing smut in general.

#eddie roundtree x reader #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas x reader #joe mazzello x fem!reader #razzle dingley x reader #joe mazzello x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #Steve Harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader #joseph quinn x reader #eggsy unwin x reader #Taron Egerton x reader #Maya Hawke x reader #Karen Sirko x Reader #Camilla Dunne x reader #Daisy Jones x reader #Nancy Wheeler x reader #Joe Keery x reader #joshua whitehouse #Joshua Whitehouse x reader #sebastian chacon x reader #sebastian chacon #suki Waterhouse x reader #Florence pugh x reader #hailee Steinfeld x reader #roxy morton x reader #Brian May x reader #John Deacon x reader #Roger Taylor x reader #Jess Mariano x reader

[deanscroissant]

Reunited…and It Feels so Good

Joe Mazzello x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Proving you wrong was an understatement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #bohrhap #joe mazzello x y/n #joe mazzello fic #fluff #angst #joe mazzello x fem!reader #joe mazzello request #joe mazzello fluff

[zodiyack]

Love At First Package

Pairing: Gardner Langway x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluffffff

Words: 843

Request: Could I request a fluffy Gardner Langway x fem. reader long oneshot where reader wakes up and hears giggling and finds Gardner in the living room playing with their 2 little girls and reader just gushes over how good of a father Gardner is to their girls and while she’s watching her little family, reader thinks back to how she met Gardner from him being her mailman and it was love at first sight?

Taglist: @matth1w , @redspaceace-writes , @fandom-puff , @darling-i-read-it , @simonsbluee , @sebastianstanslefteyebrow , @livlaughquinn, @bubsonnobx, @bunnyweasley23​

Masterlist | Joe Mazzello Masterlist

Waking to the sound of laughter, she bolts upright and her hands fall onto the bed next to her sides for support. Noticing the lack of another body weight in the bed, she turns to see that Gardner is nowhere to be found. The giggles continue, a high pitch voice as well as some chuckles from a deeper voice. Gardner's voice.

It clicks as she rubs her eyes, a small smile on her lips as she thinks of her baby girls and husband. It had been a few years since she'd given birth to the most recent bundle of joy, Sammy. Two year old Sammy and five year old Alyssia were quite the handful, but with Gardner, she somehow survived.

Getting out of the bed and waking to the living room, her smile grows at the sight she's greeted with. Gardner, in his mailman uniform, is on his knees, Lyssie on his back and Sammy being chased by the duo. Y/N crosses her arms and leans against the wall, deciding she'd rather watch her happy trio a bit longer.

Gardner wasn't the most outgoing person, but his girls got the most energy and attention any of his coworkers had ever seen him put into another human being.

As she thought about his change with becoming a father, her mind drifted further back down memory lane.

The shy, antisocial mailman sighed as he looked at the letters in his hands. He loved his job, he loved stamps, and he loved the routine of his route. Walking to the next house on said route, he noticed a woman sitting by the front door, a box in her lap and a worried look strewn across her features.

"Excuse me?" She spoke when he came into her vision. Her voice was sweet like honey, sending a chill down his spine.

"Yes?"

"Someone left this on my porch, but I'm afraid it's not the right address. I'd hate to have this package not reach it's rightful owner. Do you think you could deliver it?"

A small smirk met his face. What a decent citizen. He nodded and walked over to her to collect the box. However, he froze just as he approached, his face mere inches from her own. He gulped. What was this feeling?

She appeared to feel it too, the way her face flushed as she averted her gaze. They stood there for a few moments before she handed the mailman the box. "Thank you..."

"Gardner. And I'm assuming your name is..." he checked the envelope in his hand, the address reading the same as the one he was at currently, "Y/N?"

Her face flushed again before she nodded. "Yep, that's me."

That's when Gardner did something he never did. He handed Y/N her mail in person. The second their fingers touched, he felt a strange chill run over him, a shiver throughout his body. It wasn't an unpleasant shiver. Rather, it was one he wished to feel again.

"Thank you, Gardner."

With a nod, he turned to walk away. Before he made it past her fence line, he stopped and looked back, "Same time tomorrow?"

The seventeenth time, he'd been counting, that he dropped off her mail, she wasn't home. He'd started hand-delivering hers, just to feel that spark again. A part of him felt down. He couldn't experience it with her being gone, no, but that wasn't the only reason. He'd felt sad that his favorite stop on his route was nowhere to be found for the day. Dare he say, he missed her.

Hesitantly, Gardner stuffed the envelopes in her mailbox. He tried to stall for time, fiddling with his bag, resorting the letters he'd put in the box. Eventually, he realized she just wasn't there, and continued on his route. He cursed himself when he noticed how much time he'd wasted while on the job- he was never late, never missed a box, never forgot a letter. Was breaking his good streak for her really worth it...?

He thought back to that question when he kissed her for the first time. The answer? Yes. It was worth it all, and he'd gladly do it again.

"Hey you." Smiled Gardner. The moment he addressed her, their kiddies whipped around and ran towards their mother.

"Momma!!" They squealed with joy, and a little too much energy for such a lazy morning.

Regardless of her current state of conscious, she returned their smiles and lifted both of the girls up, one on each hip and a loving peck on each of their heads. Then came Gardner's "loving peck", to which the girls audibly complained about, eliciting chuckles from the couple.

Looking back, she's glad she collaborated with the neighbor to make a package that would give her the courage to talk to the cute mailman. After all, she got two beautiful girls and a loving husband out of it. Of course, Gardner lost it, laughing so hard he held his sides when he found out, and he hasn't stopped teasing her since.

#gardner langway x reader #gardner langway #joe mazzello #joseph mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #dear sidewalk #joseph mazello x reader #x reader #dear sidewalk x reader #reader insert #x you #x fem reader #imagine #drabble #fanfic #oneshot

[michelle-is-writing]

Baby Sister, Joe Mazzello

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader where reader has given birth to their second daughter and Joe’s mom brings their daughter to the hospital and Joe and reader introduce their daughter to her new baby sister?

Word Count: 840~

The bright and early sun was what woke me up this morning, my eyes quickly adjusting to the light as it fell over Joe’s sleeping form in the hospital recliner. Soon after I woke up, a nurse entered our room with our newest addition to the family, Amelia, keeping quiet as she tried not to stir the sleeping baby in front of her, plus the grown man asleep in the corner. It was around feeding time, so she was probably hungry. Thankfully, she latched on without any issues, and soon after she began feeding, she fell back asleep once more.

Holding our brand new baby in my arms was exciting for me. It had been a few years since I gave birth to Lillian, so being able to hold someone so little was new to me again. As I held her, watching her little eyes twitch every so often, I found myself reminiscing on all the times Joe and I learned something as brand new parents. All of the moments I found myself surprised as I watched Joe never grow mad or agitated once with me or our baby. I had spent so many years of my childhood with my parents doing exactly that, and I hoped I would never be in a relationship like that. Instead, I met Joe, and instantly I knew he was different from the rest.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I hear a groggy voice beside me say, bringing me out of my thoughts. Turning my head toward Joe, I smile at his tired face just as he gets out of the chair and comes over to me and Amelia. Sitting on the edge of my hospital bed, Joe watches as Amelia sleeps against my chest, wrapped in a pink blanket and her tiny fist resting against my skin. His face only grows with happiness before he leans forward and gives me a gentle kiss. “To have pushed out a little human and still look as great as you, man,” Joe zones off, giving me an almost dopey smile. “I’m so lucky you love me.”

Before our sweet moment can continue, a gentle knock sounds against our hospital door, causing Joe to call out, “Come in.” Once the door opens, our three-year-old comes bounding into the room, face full of smiles and utter excitement. Behind her stands Joe’s mom, an almost tired look taking over her face as she watches her granddaughter run to my bed. However, Joe quickly catches our little girl in his arms before she can reach us, and instead, he carefully leans her down so she can get a better look at her new baby sister.

“Wow,” she draws out, her hazel eyes wide as can be. I thought maybe with Amelia, there would be a chance for one of the girls to have my eyes since Lillian’s were a complete match to Joe’s, but no. As soon as I saw Amelia open her eyes for the first time, I knew they were an exact match to Joe’s once again.

“She’s so pretty, mommy,” Lillian says in complete awe, completely entranced by her little sister. “You did a good job, mommy,” she further tells me, nodding enthusiastically. Her words make me laugh, all while Joe nods his head with her.

“She did, didn’t she?” He agrees with her, gently holding her a bit closer so she can get a better look. “You and your sister get all your looks from mommy, not daddy.”

“Oh hush,” I tell him, flashing him a grin as I shake my head. “Both the girls have your eyes, and there’s no denying that nose,” at my words, Joe looks between the girls as the smile on his face softens, seeing that my words are true. I don’t know how he hasn’t noticed that before.

“They’re simply beautiful,” Joe's mom speaks up, walking closer so she can see her brand new granddaughter. Her eyes glaze over with tears at the sight, looking between me and Joe before placing a hand on his shoulder. “You guys make such perfect babies,” she tells us, making my eyes glaze over with tears as well.

Leaning Lillian down to sit next to me on the hospital bed, Joe reminds her to be gentle, but she doesn’t need to be reminded. She won’t even move as soon her knees hit the mattress, and instead, she settles for gazing at her sister in awe once more. “Remember this moment,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss the wavy hair adorning her head. “Because when you two get older, you might not like each other.”

“I could never, mommy,” she promises, a smile remaining on her face.

“We’ll see when you’re teenagers,” Joe murmurs, giving me a smirk. Looking between him and the two girls, I can’t help but feel so content and happy with my situation. I’m so happy to have the love that I have from my family, and I love that the man I get to call mine loves me deeply too.

#joe mazzello #Joe mazzello x reader #Joe mazzello imagine #Joe mazzello imagines #Joe mazzello x fem!reader #john deacon #John deacon x reader #john deaky #queen x reader #queen imagine

[justiceformeplease]

Hey sooo um yes i know i have not posted for about a few months maybe since last year?? I don't even know how long it has been but i know it's been a while and I'm sorry for not posting but i have lately been kind of stressed with school and life problems and i know that isn't a good enough excuse but i really am trying my best and stuff.

Since I'm finishing exams tommorow people can send requests that i could do over the summer and stuff

People i write for :

Ben hardy

Joe mazzello

John deacon

Roger Taylor

Kirk Hammett

Eddie Munson

Tasm Peter Parker

Warren Worthington

Serj tankian

Daron malakain

Btw i usually write x FEM!readers but i can also do male as well, i will usually do fem if there is no indication that you want male!reader

#ben hardy #joe mazzello #eddie munson #warren worthington iii #queen #roger taylor #john deacon #tasm!peter imagine #ben hardy imagine #eddie munson x reader #kirk hammett #serj tankian #daron malakian #fem reader #male reader #x reader #fanfiction

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where reader is at Joe’s house and they are cuddled up on the couch watching a romantic movie together and they make small talk and steal glances at each other during the movie, and at the end of the movie, a guy proposes to his girlfriend and reader comments that she just loves happy endings and Joe agrees with reader and says that he hopes that tonight he gets his happy ending and reader looks at him confused and asks what he means, and Joe gets down on one knee and pulls out a velvet box and reader puts her hands over her mouth and is crying happy tears and Joe tells reader he loves her so much and asks reader if she’ll marry him?

Happy Ending

Fandom: American Actor, RPF,

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Reader,

Word Count: 943 // Rating: Gen

Summary: A quiet night in gets a little bit of excitement

Tags/ Warnings: Requests, Requested Fic, Rom Coms, Movie Night, Chick Flicks, Kissing, Engagement, Established Relationship, Love, Proposals, Teasing, Fluff, Bridget Jones' Diary, Reader's Ring Inspo

Notes: I missed this request in my notifications but here it is! @borhapgirlforlife19

I loved movie night. It was the highlight of my week. My life was currently so hectic and so was my boyfriend’s which meant that we didn't often get time to see each other. So, as a compromise, we had decided that at least one night a week we would take for each other and spend watching movies. Sometimes we went to an actual movie theatre but mostly it was like it was 

tonight. The pair of us were sitting on Joe’s couch candy and popcorn littering the coffee table in front of us as Joe poured each of us a large glass of wine. I smiled and settled back onto the sofa, placing my hand on his back and rubbing it gently. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled, ‘what?’ 

‘Nothing,’ I shrugged as his smile widened, ‘I just love movie night.’

‘Me too,’ he said handing me my glass and then resting back and switching the television on. 

He clicked on the home screen and then into the list of movies which he skimmed through unsure of what to pick. After a moment or two, he looked at me as if awaiting for me to suggest something. 

‘What?’ I said taking a sip of my wine.

‘What do you want to watch?’ he asked.

‘Hmm,’ I said, ‘I’m okay with anything.’

‘You always say that,’ he grumbled.

‘Because it’s true,’ I giggled. 

‘Oh come on surely there's something you wanna watch off the bat,’ he said as he slung his arm around me, ‘this is like when you say you don't care where we eat. Now I know that's not true.’

‘Because you should know,’ I giggled, ‘okay something…romantic?’

‘Like a chick flick?’ he groaned.

‘A rom-com,’ I corrected taking the remote out of his hand and finding the romantic comedy genre. Joe groaned again making me smirk as I flicked through the long list of films. I didn't know what to pick until finally, something caught my eye and I clicked it on without a second thought. 

‘Bridget Jones?’ Joe said raising an eyebrow.

‘It’s a classic,’ I said.

‘Never seen it,’ he said simply. 

‘What?!’ I baulked, ‘it’s on every Christmas! It’s like a rite of passage.’

‘I don't think I’m the target audience babe,’ he chuckled. 

‘Well strap in Mazzello,’ I said, ‘because you’re in for a ride.’ 

Joe settled down and started to watch intently. As the film rolled on I swore I could even feel him chuckling beside me at some points. I loved it. Though it hadn't exactly aged well I didn't care as I watched Bridget struggle to choose between her two love rivals. 

‘I can see why she likes him,’ Joe said as Hugh Grant fell into the lake and came out soaking wet, his shirt clinging to every muscle in his body.

‘Should I be concerned?’ I chuckled. 

‘Hey Hugh Grant is a good-looking man,’ Joe said, ‘I can't deny that.’ 

‘Maybe,’ I said, ‘I’m more of a Darcy girl myself.’

‘Oh yeah?’ he said, ‘how come?’ 

‘He’s sweet. As good-looking as Daniel but not arrogant with it. He cares about her,’ I said catching his eye. He was watching me with a soft smile on his face which made me blush a little, ‘actually, he’s a lot like you.’ 

‘Well now I gotta swap teams,’ Joe said with a laugh. 

As the movie rolled on we chatted only a little. He actually seemed to be quite invested in the story and even cheered a little when they started fighting. When the movie credits started rolling I sighed and sat up so I could tidy some stuff away.

‘That was a good movie,’ he said as I moved our glasses into the adjoining kitchen.

‘I love it,’ I called as I manoeuvred around.

‘Yeah I’m glad they ended up together,’ he said.

‘Me too,’ I smiled to myself, ‘I love a happy ending.’ 

‘Me too. In fact, I’m hoping I get mine,’ I heard him say.

‘What are you talking about?’ I said coming back into the living room. 

When I appeared back into the room I was agog. The lights were dimmer and candles lit all around the room, so many I wondered how he’d managed to do it so quickly. And there, on one knee in the middle of the room as he presented an open ring box in my direction was Joe. Glee surged through me as I rushed towards him, his smile widening. 

‘Joe-’ I said feeling tears brimming in my eyes as I clapped my hand over my mouth in shock.

‘Y/N,’ he said, ‘I love you so much. More than anyone I’ve ever loved in my entire life. I wanna spend the rest of our lives together. So, if you want to…will you marry me?’

‘Of course I want to!’ I squealed. He grabbed my hand and placed the ring on my ring finger quickly before he stood up and pulled me into him, kissing me deeply. I couldn't stop smiling throughout him kissing me and when he pulled back his smile was just as big as mine. 

‘I’m so happy you said yes,’ he said, tears coming to his eyes as he placed his hand tenderly on my cheek. 

‘As if you could doubt it,’ I said pecking him on the lips. My gaze dropped to the ring I had paid virtually no attention to. It was a simple silver band with a large diamond that I could hardly believe was mine. I loved it. 

‘Joe I can’t believe it,’ I said, ‘I’m so happy.’

‘Me too baby,’ he said, ‘me too.’

#my writing #happy ending #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello #engagement #proposals #request #requested fics

[orwocolor]

happy moments in a happy life

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Nothing, pure fluff!

Summary: Spending your daughter Olive’s first birthday in the amusement park, you reminisce about the day you fell in love with Joe.

Author’s Note: Requested by @borhapgirlforlife19​ ! Sorry it took me ages to finish this but I hope the fic itself will make up for the long wait :)

the gif is mine

“Hi Olive! Hi!” you exclaim with a wide smile and wave your hand frantically to catch the attention of your daughter. She’s sitting right next to Joe, his arm wrapped around her small body while his other hand is placed on her stomach to make sure she’s not gonna fall out of the mini train ride. After seemingly loitering in the line for quite some time, Joe finally managed to seize the seats in the small colourful locomotive, which of course are the best since there’s a button to sound the train horn. He insisted that his most beloved birthday girl deserved only the best.

Although truth be told, she’s celebrating her first birthday today and you’re pretty sure she can’t even comprehend the difference between the locomotive and the other carriages. Joe on the other hand? Oh, he’s having a blast for sure!

“Look sweetie, that’s Mum!” Joe points his finger at you and Olive looks up at him before she gingerly follows his gaze and finally her eyes find you with your phone in your hand. She gives you the most brilliant almost-toothless grin and you beam right back at her, promptly tapping the button on your phone to take as many pictures as you possibly can to capture this wonderful moment.

Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling but you can’t help yourself. Every single day your little family have been proving to you that even though it always seems like it’s not humanly possible to love them more, the love you feel for them won’t stop before anything and it keeps multiplying exponentially. The realisation warms your heart and the power of this moment is so strong for you to feel happy tears welling in your eyes. You lay your palm on your chest as if the emotions were to burst out of you if given the chance.

Before the train circles back to where you’re standing, you have just enough time to clear your throat and rummage through your handbag, finding a tissue to wipe away the tears.

Just as the mini train passes you again, Joe’s eyes meet yours and he smirks as he presses the button twice to honk the horn. He suggestively waggles his eyebrows and shoots you a wink, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh and shake your head, not quite capable to wipe that bright smile from your face. As a payback, you cross your eyes and poke out your tongue at him. Your silly expression makes Olive giggle even harder and it takes Joe great effort to keep her upright. His hands full of your squirming daughter, there’s not much left for him to do but blow you a raspberry in return as the train leaves you behind to make another round.

You get your phone ready again, this time swiping left to change the mode to video, unable to resist the urge to film your daughter for an umpteenth time. God, you’ve really become the parent that just has to capture every moment of your child, haven’t you. But who could blame you, she’s the sweetest little girl and anytime you feel down, you just scroll through your camera roll and that adorable smile cheers you up within seconds.

While they were out of your sight, Joe hoisted Olive up on his lap so that she could reach the bright yellow plastic wheel screwed to the simple control desk. His hands are over hers and he turns the wheel right and left, making train noises with his mouth. The course of the train does not naturally change based on their driving but Olive doesn’t seem to mind, giggling with excitement.

The vision in front of you takes you back to your college days, a very special one in particular.

The day you fell in love at first sight with Joe Mazzello.

It was a relatively cold day for the beginning of September. The trees were yet to get a chance to tint their leaves in yellow hues, but dark clouds and cold wind were making themselves known, announcing the approaching winter as small droplets splattered on the beige of your coat and the gust of cool air seeped through your clothes.

You lifted the lapels to protect yourself from the chill and shouldered your bag, precariously balancing in your arms the stack of books that you’d just borrowed from the college library as you made haste for the lecture hall.

The term had only started, but you were already drowning in heavy textbooks and lengthy papers, the tutors making sure their students were not loafing around. When you finally reached the lecture hall and found a seat close to the door, you dropped the books down on the desk with a loud bang, causing a few students to turn their heads after the sound. At that moment, the professor stood up and cleared her throat to announce the beginning of her lecture, and so you just mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ and plopped down on a chair. As quietly as possible, you took off your coat and pulled out your laptop to take notes. There was not much space on the desk in front of you and so you placed a few of the textbooks down on the seat next to you.

After a few minutes of your fingers flying across the keyboard as you tried to keep up with the merciless speed of the presentation, the door to the lecture hall was thrown open and someone stormed in. The professor cut herself short, the unfinished word hanging in the air as everyone craned their neck to see the source of the sudden disturbance.

A soft gasp escaped your mouth when your gaze landed on the newcomer. He was a very handsome man, with messy auburn hair, a sharp, prominent nose and beautiful kind eyes that glimmered in the white light of the lecture hall. A rosy blush spread across his cheeks and the tip of his nose as he tried to catch his breath.

You let your gaze drop down and inspected his clothes. Clad in black jeans and a coat, he appeared to favour simplicity with regards to fashion as the only traces of colour were the threads of red and blue weaved through his chequered scarf that was wrapped around his neck.

A small movement caught your attention when his grip around the handle of his backpack tightened. Shifting his weight, he chuckled nervously under the stare of several hundred students directed his way and the flush in his face turned a shade darker.  

“Sorry, couldn’t find a parking spot,” the man grinned as he rubbed the back of his neck, his forehead knitting while he stood there, unsure of how to cope with all the unexpected attention.

Your eyes flicked to the lectern behind which the professor stood with a clenched jaw and gritted teeth as she looked daggers at the guy, her mouth forming into a thin line. With a quick tilt of her head, she gestured for him to take a seat and stop disturbing her lecture.  

“Yeah, I’ll just, erm,” he trailed off as he scanned the room to find a vacant spot before his eyes finally met yours.

The time stopped. You weren’t breathing. He slowly blinked in a daze, unable to move or tear his gaze away from you.

You felt butterflies fluttering their wings in your stomach. You had always imagined this sensation to be uncomfortable and rather awkward, but the truth couldn’t be farther from your expectations. Admittedly, it was an odd feeling, yes, but it also was a surprisingly pleasant one, reverberating through your veins and spreading warmth throughout your body.

His lips curled upwards in a wide beaming smile and another warm wave washed over you.

The professor’s withering look intensified but you paid her no mind. His gaze still locked with yours, you felt an invisible force pulling at the corners of your mouth to give him a matching smile as you grinned from ear to ear.

The professor cleared her throat, making you jump in your seat. The handsome guy sucked in a breath and bit on his lower lip, breaking the eye contact as he sheepishly shifted his attention to the podium.

“Sorry, again. I’ll just go and take a seat.” He pointed his finger in your direction and gave the professor a solemn nod before scurrying towards you. You made haste to grab the textbooks that lay on the chair next to you to free the space as the other students shifted in their seats to focus on the lecture again, the old wood cracking and shoes squeaking against the linoleum.

He was at your side within seconds, bending down to help you bring the books to the floor. His fingers brushed over yours as you both reached for the same textbook and that now-familiar warmth settled in your fingertips. You couldn’t help but glance up at him, and your eyes locked again for a brief moment. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away and grabbed the remaining books, neatly placing them at your feet before he took a seat next to you.

As you gathered a few of your belongings to empty his part of the desk, you realised one thing. The lecture hall had been built to hold as many people as possible and so all the seats were quite narrow, which caused you to feel the hard warmth of his body pressed against your arm and thigh. Truth be told, it was rather distracting, and you found yourself deleting a line of notes every time your mind wandered off as your unsupervised fingers started typing not only errors but occasionally absolute nonsense.

It seemed the proximity may have had a similar effect on him as every now and then his hands halted in their movement, hovering above the keyboard before he recovered from his frozen state and quickly typed a simple ‘TBA’, pressing the enter key and starting a new paragraph.

Once the lecture came to an end and everyone began to gather their things, you breathed out a relieved sigh, closed your laptop and turned to face the guy next to you. You meant to introduce yourself, maybe ask him if he would care to grab a coffee with you but before you could get a chance to open your mouth, someone else jogged up the stairs of the auditorium to greet the man next to you.

“Dude, what the hell was that?” the guy hollered and his barked-out laughter resonated against the walls as a few more students followed in his tail.

Your face dropped. With no intention of intruding upon the nice man, especially with his friends around, you gathered your things and meandered your way through the lecture hall, ignoring the agitated emptiness in the pit of your stomach.

At the door, you allowed yourself a glance at their group and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed him watching you. He gave you a small wave and an apologetic smile before he shifted his focus back to his friends as they discussed their plans for the weekend.

You bumped into a few friends of yours in the hallway and chatted with them for a while, promising to send them some of your notes until it was time for you to leave the campus and head home as well. Maybe you could make a detour to a local coffee shop. Even though it would be nicer to have company, who were you to deny yourself a hot cup of cappuccino.

Arms full of the many books you’d been carrying around the whole day, you pushed at the massive front door with your shoulder to exit the building, but you froze in your tracks as the weather put a damper on your plans.

You frowned at the dark grey clouds from which an absolute downpour was loudly beating against the concrete stairs leading to the lecture hall.

“Want me to give you a ride?” a voice said right next to your ear, and you turned on your heel, your breath hitching in your throat as you faced the man from earlier, the man you couldn’t stop thinking about.

“Isn’t your car too far?” you asked instead of providing an answer.

“No, it’s right behind the corner. I had to make a few rounds around the campus before I noticed Professor Giles reversing from his spot. Parallel parking is not his strongest suit, I’ll tell you that,” he laughed and tossed his head to prevent hair from falling in his eyes. “I’m Joe by the way,” he said and offered his hand.

“(Y/N),” you replied and wrapped your fingers around his, gently squeezing as a small smile started playing on your lips when his thumb caressed your inner wrist. “And thank you for the offer! But still, the rain’s really heavy and I don’t have an umbrella with me so I guess I’ll just wait it out.”

“We could share my scarf,” he suggested and promptly slid it down from around his neck. “Use it as a cover, you know.”

“I…” You got interrupted by one of your books slipping from the pile in your arms and you kicked your leg up, catching it before it could crash down on the floor. His palm landed on your elbow to keep you upright until you restored your balance and gripped the books in your arm more tightly, resting them against your hip.

“You know, I could carry these for you.”

“Thanks, but I’m alright,” you replied and gave him an earnest smile.

“Let’s make a deal. You lend me half of your books, and I’ll offer half of my scarf, what do you say?”

“That’s hardly a bargain for you,” you chuckled and looked away to hide the grin creeping across your face. Instead, you turned to the downpour outside and stretched out your arm, catching big raindrops into your open palm.

“Getting to press myself to this beautiful girl while we run side by side to my car so that I can give her a lift and maybe ask for her phone number, that is if I muster the courage? I see no drawbacks in the deal for me.” He revealed his teeth in another sweet smile and gave you a wink.

You let out a laugh as you shook your head in disbelief, and with a flick of your fingers, you sprinkled the water you’d just collected in your hand at him to punish him for his straightforwardness.  

It was Joe’s turn to give you a slightly exasperated look as you giggled at his expression, and he rolled his eyes, the smile on his face not wavering.

“Come on.” He motioned for you to accept one corner of his scarf and while you were distracted by positioning the piece of warm fuzzy fabric above your head, he took a hold of the books in your arms, his firm glare not allowing any arguments.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give them back.”

He unzipped his backpack and pushed the books inside before you could utter any protests.

Although you hated to admit it, the scarf was not big enough and you had to huddle up close to fit underneath, just like he mentioned earlier. Maybe the idea of such proximity had not left him flustered, but it sure did make your breath hitch at the thought.

Hesitantly, you snaked your arm around his waist and after a beat of silence, he mirrored the movement, his palm gently pressed against your side.

“On three, okay?” you instructed and took a deep breath. “One. Two.”

“Three!” you both exclaimed in unison and darted down the stairs.

Oh my god was the rain bloody cold!

No matter how fast you ran, the harsh chilly raindrops were biting at your skin, quickly making it numb as your teeth chattered. And no, the scarf did very little to protect you from the downpour, getting soaked in the first few seconds. Adrenalin was pumping in your veins and the buzz you felt spreading all over your body had made you almost hysterical as you couldn’t help but laugh and squeal every time you accidentally stepped into a puddle, splashing water around you.

Moreover, the situation seemed to have the same effect on Joe, his grip on your lower back tight while he laughed at your side. There was this indescribable feeling of urgency and freedom and a rush of hot blood that left you feeling slightly dizzy and out of breath.

When you finally reached his car and jumped inside, you were absolutely drenched, raindrops trickling from your hair and occasional giggles escaping your mouths at the absurdity of it all.

Joe fumbled with the keys for a short while before he started the engine and consequently turned on the heating, pleasant warmth spreading across your damp skin as he hovered his hands above the fans.  

“It should warm us up in a minute,” he commented and gave you a bright smile.

“Thanks,” you answered and mirrored his expression, the wave of warmth reaching your heart as well.  

“So, where to?”

“Erm, Lafayette Hall, if that’s okay?” You suddenly felt the unease in the pit of your stomach and started absentmindedly pulling at your fingers in a nervous gesture. “I know, it’s a bit too far, so if you want to drop me off anywhere nearer, I will understand.”

“No problem, that way we can spend more time together,” he replied as he rubbed his hands and breathed hot air into his palms before he grabbed the wheel and the car pulled away from the curb.

His eyes were glued to the road ahead of him, and so he hadn’t noticed you breathing a sigh of relief and casting your eyes down at the notion of him appreciating your company.

“So, what do you say about the class?” Joe eventually broke the silence without tearing his eyes from the traffic as he carefully navigated the streets, but if you had lifted your gaze a fraction of a second sooner, you would catch him grimacing at the small-talk question.

“Seems pretty interesting. The workload is absolutely crazy though, don’t you think? God knows how many essays, assignments, presentations and the final coursework… sounds like I’ll be spending all my free time in the library.”

“Well, we could always study together. If you would like,” Joe added in haste as he dared to glance towards you to see your reaction.

“I would love that,” you answered truthfully and were rewarded with another beautiful smile of his which you gladly returned.

As he made a turn with his car, you were met with a sea of motionless red lights distorted through the raindrops on the windscreen. The rainy weather must have caused the usual surge of cars on the streets that regularly resulted in nothing but traffic jams.

“Damn it, I don’t think I can turn anywhere and bypass it,” Joe said, his eyes skimming the street.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind,” you assured him, unhappy to see the frown on his face as frustration took over his features. When it seemed he had nothing to say and you couldn’t think of any other words of reassurance, you immersed yourself in the sound of rain beating against the cars and pitch-black concrete.  

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly after a while, “I offered to drive you home, not to get stuck with me in a jam.”

“You offered me a ride, the destination was not specified,” you retorted and turned your head to face him and shoot him a wink.

“Is it still considered a ride if we’re not moving?” he chuckled and you were glad the metaphorical dark cloud above his head, unlike the grey clouds in the sky, seemed to have dissipated as quickly as it had appeared.

“Touché. But still, I’m not complaining.”

“Neither am I.”

A comfortable silence settled between you again as you both sat in the car, none of you willing to break the eye contact. Unfortunately, the traffic started moving at that moment, albeit at slow pace, and Joe reluctantly shifted his focus to the road. Even though after a few metres it was time to push the breaks again, he was not ready to meet your gaze.

Instead, his fingers started drumming against the wheel, the movement catching your eye. When he noticed you staring, he smirked and pursed his lips, You thought he would say something or maybe give you another smile. What you did not expect him to do was start making car noises with his mouth and slide his hands around the wheel to mimic driving and revving up, which made you burst out laughing.  

“What?” Joe asked and the innocence in his voice brought another fit of laughter from you as you clutched at your stomach.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you managed to tell him in between giggles.

“I’ve been described in such terms, yes,” he replied with a joyful glint in his eyes, earning another laugh.

With a smile playing on his lips, he waited for you to calm down as you took deep breaths and placed your hand on your chest, your heart beating hard against the palm, before he spoke again.

“I really like your laughter, by the way,” he admitted quietly and you beamed at him. You might have fallen in love with him at first sight in the lecture hall, but this was the moment you realised you couldn’t quite accept the image of your life without him. And though you didn’t know how, you knew he felt the same as he tentatively outstretched his arm and reached for your hand, his fingers soft against your skin.

“Well, then it’s a good thing you make me laugh with such ease,” you smiled and squeezed his hand in return.

It had taken him a few more days before he gave you a lift again and as you sat in his car, at the very same spot, he finally kissed you and asked you out.

The brush of his mouth against yours caused your heart to skip a beat just like it does every time you two kiss, the memory vivid in your head even all those years later. As you watch Joe with Olive on the mini train ride, the ghost of the touch caresses your skin, the feeling as tangible as back then when your lips first met.

The train slows down until it stops to a halt as the ride ends and Joe grabs Olive under her arms and carries her towards you.

“Hi, baby, did you enjoy it?” you coo when they arrive at your side, your daughter cradled in his arms. She reaches for you with her small hands, and you can’t help but take her from him and press her against your chest. Joe’s hand finds the small of your back and he rubs it gently.

“We had a lot of fun, didn’t we Olive?” he says and tickles her stomach, her bubbly giggles earning her a bright smile from you.

“I’m happy to hear that!” you beam at them as Joe looks around the amusement park.

“Oh look, teacups! And there’s one with a dinosaur print on it. We’ve gotta go on this one too!” he exclaims and you place a kiss on Olive’s temple before you give her back to Joe.

“Have fun!”

“Wait, you sure you don’t want to go with us?” A wrinkle forms on his forehead, his eyes filled with worry.

But the mere idea of sitting inside one of the cups and letting the ride spin you around makes your stomach churn as you feel your gorge rise at the thought.

“Absolutely. I’ll go sit on that bench over there and watch you from there, okay?”

Joe hoists Olive up on his hip and gently grasps your elbow. “Is everything alright? Are you okay?”

“I’ve never been better,” you answer and press a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. You give him a reassuring smile when he hesitates to move and take Olive to the teacup ride, but she starts wiggling in his arms and so his grip on her tightens and he shifts her focus back to her.

While they wait in a line, you browse around the few shops and stalls that are scattered around the park. One shop in particular catches your attention and a quirky smile pulls at the corners of your mouth when an idea forms in your head. After you make your purchase and finally sit down on the bench you mentioned earlier, you scan the crowds to find your husband and daughter and that feeling of utmost love comes back in full force.

You can’t believe it’s been exactly one year since you gave birth to Olive. She is such a big girl already, and for a short moment you get slightly emotional about the passage of time. Clearing your throat and wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you pull out your phone again, taking pictures and videos of Joe and Olive so that you never forget this special day.

Later that night you softly knock on the door to the nursery and when you open it, you’re met with the loveliest sight in the whole wide world. Joe is sitting in a big armchair with Olive lying on his chest while she slowly sucks her thumb and listens to him reading her a bedtime story.

“It’s time to sleep, big girl,” you whisper softly when you kneel at their side and run your fingers through her hair. “Look, Mummy got you something while you and Dad were having fun on the rides.”

From behind your back, you pull out a small bright green t-shirt with a logo of the amusement park printed on the front and Olive’s eyes widen and sparkle in excitement.

“I know, it’s silly,” you quickly add when you spot Joe’s amused expression. “I just thought it would be a nice reminder of this day.”

“It’s perfect,” he says and chuckles when Olive grabs it from your hands and cuddles to it without hesitation.

“Wait, baby, I gotta wash it first,” you laugh softly and gently pry the t-shirt from her grip. She pouts, her bottom lip quivering slightly but Joe takes no time to hand Olive her favourite teddy bear and the sadness is quickly forgotten. Together, you put her to bed, kiss her forehead and tuck her in.  

“Happy birthday, my love,” you say at the door and close it behind you.

“I’m sure she’ll sleep through the whole night, it’s been a very busy day.”

“It really was,” you agree and hide a yawn in your palm as you make your way to the bedroom. “Thank you for this, it was an excellent idea.” You reach out and squeeze his hand. “And I’m sure she’ll love the birthday party on Saturday as well.”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be awesome, right?”

“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” you chuckle.

Your hand in his, Joe takes the opportunity to pull you to him and wrap his arms around you in a warm embrace.

“By the way, where’s my present?” he whispers hotly against the shell of your ear when you enter the bedroom, and you giggle.

“Is it your birthday?” You tilt your head and cock an eyebrow, tapping the pointy tip of his nose with your finger. “Although… now that you’ve mentioned it…” you trail off and smirk at him.

To Joe’s surprise, you free yourself from the embrace and fetch a bag that’s been hidden underneath the bedside table.

“This is for you.” You pull out a much larger version of the same t-shirt you’ve given to Olive, although this one is crimson red and Joe laughs, thanking you with a press of his lips to yours. “This is for me,” you continue when you finally get a chance to breathe again, and show him a light blue t-shirt, “and this…”

Joe cannot believe his eyes. You’re holding a tiny pastel yellow romper suit, too small to fit Olive.

“Are we?” he asks as his eyes glisten, the realisation of what you’re trying to say with that small piece of fabric filling his heart to the brim with so much love and affection he feels for you, for Olive and for your new baby that is yet to be born.

“Yes,” you answer, happy tears running freely down your cheeks as you throw yourself at him, his arms always ready to catch you and hold you tight.

~

Request: Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where Joe and reader take their 1 year old daughter to an amusement park and Joe goes on the kid rides with his daughter while reader watches with a big smile and takes lots of pictures and videos of them and while watching her little family, reader remembers how she met Joe in college and it was love at first sight? Also, when they get back home that night and after Joe puts their daughter to bed, reader surprises Joe with a present and tells him they’re having another baby? ( @borhapgirlforlife19​ )

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[warriorteam1924]

This is what dreams are made of

Joe Mazzello x FemReader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. This piece is very special because it was actually a request…. I know pure fluff isn’t really my style, but I hope I didn’t do it too badly. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback (honest and real feedback of course, otherwise this doesn’t make sense at all) Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes…. Also please note i’m absolutely lame regarding kids stories so i took inspiration from here (X)

@borhapgirlforlife19​ who requested : I hope you like it…. thank you for sending this request ^^

Request from @borhapgirlforlife19 : Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where reader comes home from work and finds Joe in their toddler daughter’s bedroom reading her a bedtime story and reader melts at the sight of how adorable Joe is with their daughter and after they both tell their daughter goodnight, they cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie in the living room together?

Warnings : my style that is not appreciated by all lol but on the piece, this is mostly fluff….

Summary : the end of the day with a bedtime story....

Words count : 1,944 words words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies  @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05​ (please communicate with me regarding your desire to be kept on this list or not ^^ thank you)

It had been another long day at work. And of course, to add to your pain, the traffic to get back home was absolutely horrible. Sure, there was no need to be upset at anyone, the roads needed a refreshment and the workers did the best they could. Yet, it was in these cases that you considered more and more the option to work from home. After all, there was a special space at home that you had been working from during the pandemic, there was no reason not to use this home office more often.

 And it would give you more time to spend with your family.

 Yes, it was a small family, with Joe, you, your daughter and the dogs. But you couldn’t be prouder. This was what many people could dream of.

 You eventually reached our street and hastily parked in front of your house. You grabbed your belongings and quietly opened the door. It was quite late, you noticed as you glanced at your watch, you did not want to take the risk of awakening your daughter if she was already sleeping.

 Your dogs welcomed you, with their tails swinging, almost leading to a silly samba like butt dance. You leaned forwards to pet them properly and they seemed happy to see you back home.

 “Where is daddy?”, you gently asked them, petting their heads.

 They both looked at the stairs, letting you know Joe was probably upstairs.

 “Thanks.”, you said, winking at them.

 You quietly went upstairs, and you started to hear Joe’s voice coming from your daughter’s bedroom. You took your shoes off, leaving them in the middle of the corridor, to make sure you would walk very silently towards the bedroom.

 Joe was making sure to properly tuck your daughter under her covers. You sweetly smiled as you recalled how Joe had made sure to convince her to get a set of bed linens with dinosaurs on them. As a result, she was sleeping amongst pterodactyls and other stegosauruses.

 “So, are you ready for the story?”, Joe asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

 You didn’t hear your daughter answer so you came closer, leaning on the door frame, making sure you’d witness this precious moment. You saw your kid frankly nod.

 “So, this is a special story today. An old friend of mine said it to me a long time ago, I hope I can recall it properly.”, your husband pretended he was trying to recall the story.

 You saw your daughter get deeper in her pillow, very attentive to the beginning of the tale.

 “Once upon a time, there was a young fisherman. One day he accidentally caught a mermaid in his net.

 Legends say if you catch a mermaid, she must grant a wish if you let her go…. What do you think, did he let her go?”, Joe asked your daughter.

 “Oh, if he wanted a wish, he surely did.”, she replied with a firm nod.

 “Correct….”, Joe carried on. “And the fisherman was really quick to make one:

 ‘I wish the girl I like would love me forever,’ he said.”, the father carried on his story, making sure he was changing his voice to pretend the fisherman was talking.

 “And the mermaid asked: ‘Why do you like her?’, her tail slightly swinging in the blue sea.”, the father carried on his story, this time, taking a more feminine voice, making your daughter smile.

 “The fisherman replied: ‘Because she is the prettiest girl in the land.’ as he was staring at the mermaid with pride.”, Joe stated with a very manly voice.

 “The mermaid thought for a while and handed the boy a magical ring.

 ‘Give this ring to the girl you want to spend the rest of your life with,’ she said, ‘but you must wait one full year from today before it will work.’, the mermaid warned.”, Joe narrated.

 Your daughter was frowning, very attentive to the story.

 “The man took the ring, and on his way home, he passed a homeless young woman.

 ‘Please, sir,’ she said, ‘Can you spare something to eat? I will work for you in return.’, the homeless woman said.”, Joe introduced his new protagonist with a new voice as well.

 “The fisherman didn’t have much, but he agreed to share his food with her if she helped him put away his nets. They shared his food, and the woman left while the man crawled into bed and dreamed of his love.

 Every day for a month, the young woman would help him with the nets, and he would share his food. Then one day, she was not there. The fisherman was worried, went to look for her, and found her asleep in his fishing shed.”, your husband carried on his narration very seriously.

 Your daughter seemed saddened by the turn of the story, and you had to admit you were wondering where this story would lead.

 “The fisherman was ashamed that he never thought about where the young woman would sleep. He woke her up, let her sleep by his fire, and then added a room to his home for her.

 ‘You can sleep here for the next 11 months,’ he told her. ‘But then my wife will move in, and you will have to leave.’, he warned her.”, Joe carried on with his fisherman’s voice.

 Again, you noticed your daughter was frowning, her little hands grabbing the edge of the covers that were covering her.

 “Yet, the next day, the young woman was not waiting to help with his nets, and the fisherman was angry.

 ‘I gave her food and a room,’ he said, ‘and this is how she repays me?’, the man said furiously.”, Joe stated with an angry voice.

 “The fisherman dropped the nets and burst angrily through his front door.

 The man couldn’t believe his eyes. His little home had never been so clean. His bed was washed and made, there was a pile of chopped wood by the fire, and a pot of stew waited for him on the fire. It was as if a fairy had done it all in a twinkling of an eye.”

 “What happened next?”, your daughter asked vividly.

 “Well, the man felt very ashamed. The young woman had worked hard all day and made his home more lovely than he ever had. Of course, he soothed and even if she hadn’t seen his fury, he apologized to her all the same.

 They ate together, and the young woman left for her room while the boy crawled into his clean bed and dreamed of his love.”, Joe said, with a little sigh in his voice.

 “As the months passed, the man would ask the young woman to stay and talk before they both went to sleep in their rooms. They shared stories of their families, and the fisherman spoke every night of his love.”, Joe carried on.”

 “And then one morning, the fisherman awoke to find the young woman waiting by the door with her things under her arm.”, your husband nodded.

 “Oh, no?!!”, your daughter replied.

 “So, the fisherman asked, ‘What are you doing?’, as the young woman was standing by the door.

 ‘It is time for you to marry your love,’ she said, ‘So I must go.’, she sighed.”, Joe stated with his feminine voice.

 “Noooooo….”, your daughter whispered, saying no with her face.”

 “The man hadn’t realized a full year had passed. He grabbed the ring and ran to the village to find his love. When he found her, he saw that she looked exactly the same, but he no longer felt the same way.”, Joe sweetly smiled.

 “Did he love the young woman?”, your kid vividly asked.

 “Well, all I know is he ran back to his home and chased after her. And he soon found her.”

 You saw your daughter suddenly tense, making you smile as you were still witnessing the scene by the door.

 “The fisherman stood before the young woman, but she spoke first: ‘Did you find your love?’ she asked.”, Joe questioned in his feminine voice.

 “And the fisherman replied. ‘Yes and no….I found an ordinary girl in the village, but now that I am with you, I know I have found my love.’, he confessed.”, Joe smiled.

 “He was in love with her !!”, your daughter said with a wide smile.

 “Correct. And she was also in love with him. And so, he gave he his ring, and they spent the rest of their lives together…. The end.”, Joe announced with a very gentle voice.

 “Mommy, do you think I’ll meet a mermaid as well one day?”, your daughter suddenly asked you.

 Joe turned to see you, his cheeks reddening very quickly. You smiled and stepped inside.

 “Well, I’m sure you will. But probably not tonight. Dad told you a lovely story and it’s now time to sleep?”, you replied with a smile.

 Joe leant to kiss your daughter on her forehead and you came closer to kiss her as well.

 “Goodnight, sweetheart.”, you said, with a faint smile on your lips.

 “And sweet dreams.”, Joe added as he turned off the light and closed the door.

 You walked down the stairs and you collapsed on the sofa after this long day. The dogs were quietly sleeping on their beds. Joe brought snacks for the two of you and you couldn’t be more thankful.

 “That was an interesting story you had there….”, you said with a sweet smile in between sipping your drink.

 “Well, when you’re a dad, you must know a few stories. But nothing will make me give my source away. Never. Ever.”, he affirmed.

 “This one was from Travis, right?,” you smiled.

 “Damnit.”, Joe pretended to be upset.

 You laughed but came closer to put a soft kiss on his lips.

 “Yes, it’s easy to kiss me to calm me down….”, he joked. “Do you fancy a movie tonight, before going to bed? I don’t have a nice story for you I’m afraid.”, he carried on, more seriously.

 “A movie will do. And since you’ve been treating me like a goddess, of course, you choose what you fancy.”, you said.

 “Oh, nice. I actually had something in mind…. Let me put the DVD. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

 “Joe, I love you. And I love your tastes regarding many things. Don’t you worry.”, you caressed his thigh as he came close to you to cuddle in front of the TV.

 You frowned as you didn’t recognize the introduction and soon tears began to appear in your eyes. You turned to Joe to kiss him once again.

 “Oh, my gosh Joe. What is this?”, you asked.

 “I asked a friend to make a better video from our wedding day. You know, a better edition, better sound and all. This way, we can enjoy whenever we want.”, he smiled at you.

 You didn’t know what to do. Look at your husband or look at the screen as you were seeing your younger self dancing with your young husband.

 “Oh, Joe, I love you so so much.”, you melted in his arms.

 “And I love you more.”, he replied, kissing your head.

 The two of you almost merged one onto the other and you spent the rest of the evening watching the DVD, pausing it to recall precious moments from this special day.

 Yes, the day had been long and tiring. But you knew it was all fine because in the end, you’d get to be with your family and nothing could bring you more happiness. This was what your dreams were made of. 

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[emotionallydrainedtrash]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where Joe x reader are at his mother’s house for a family gathering and reader sees Joe being all cute and adorable with his nieces and nephews and it has reader excited for the surprise she has for Joe and when they get back to their house later that night, reader gives Joe a present and it’s a Yankee onesie that says Mazzello on the back and a sonagram picture and reader tells Joe he’s going to be a father?

A/N This is so cute omg. I feel like this is the perfect way to announce this kind of news to Joe. I also couldn't resist with the title.

Daddy Yankee

Masterlist

Joe Mazzello x fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Pregnancy announcement.

"Leah! Ow that's my foot!" Joe cried out as his niece used him as her personal jungle gym.

Joe and his wife Y/n were currently at Mary's house for a family gathering and your nieces and nephews were no short of thrilled to see their favourite uncle. They'd jumped him almost the second the two of them walked through the door and had pulled him away to go kick a ball around with them.

Y/n loved watching her husband interact with the kids and it warmed her heart to know he would be such a great dad. That's right. She was expecting and planned to tell him that night. She couldn't stop looking at the sonogram she'd brought back home from an 'errand' trip she'd run earlier in the week. It sat in her bedside table drawer and when Joe wasn't there she'd pull it out and stare at their baby.

Y/n was pulled from her thoughts as she became aware of the unusual quietness coming from the living room. She walked in to find Joe sitting on the couch with the children surrounding him or snuggled into his sides, listening intently as he read them a storybook. Two of their nephews had buried themselves into his chest and were fast asleep, lulled to rest by his steady breathing.

As she stood in the doorway silently, the rest of the kids dropped off to sleep until noise was devoid from the room. Joe finally noticed her presence and she walked around to lean down and hug him from behind.

"You almost sent me to sleep my love. Think it's time for us to head home?" she whispered.

Joe smiled and nodded, shifting off of the couch carefully as so not to disturb the sleeping lions.

He popped his head 'round the kitchen door, where the rest of the family was gathered and let them know they were off and that their, "little Rugrats were out cold on the couch." The adults chuckled quietly and waved the couple off.

Y/n stood at the bathroom sink, trying to calm her nerves. Joe noticed her quiet stance and walked in, wrapping his arms around her from behind and trailing gentle kisses down her neck.

"Are you okay darling?"

She turned around to face him and spoke,

"I have something to show you."

She led him into their bedroom and pulled a delicately wrapped box from the wardrobe shelf. She handed it to her husband wordlessly. He looked down at her worriedly but proceeded to set it on the bed and begin to unwrap it. He undid the ribbon and pulled off the paper before lifting the lid, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Inside there was a tiny Yankees onesie and he picked it up, realisation setting in. Turning it around he found 'Mazzello' embroidered on the back and he gasped. He looked at Y/n with wide eyes and found her holding a sonogram she'd pulled from the box. He took it from her and his eyes filled with tears.

"Are we really..?"

He trailed off, too excited to speak.

Y/n nodded.

"You're gonna be a daddy, baby."

Joe gazed at his wife, filled with so much love he though he would burst. Pulling her in for a searing kiss, hand placed on her stomach before pulling away and kneeling down until he was face to face with his unborn baby.

"Hey honey. I'm your dad. I don't know if you can hear me, I think I read somewhere that you can but anyway. Even if you can't I just wanna let you know that your mom and I can't wait to meet you. We can't wait to hold you and dress you up in cute little onesies and bunny rabbit boots. I'll teach you to play bass and take you to every Yankees game and your mom can teach you how to bake and play football. You're gonna be the best loved baby on planet Earth. Hell I love you so much already."

Joe leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her stomach before standing up to kiss his wife.

"How are you feeling Daddy Yankee?"

"Like you're the most amazing woman I've ever met."

- Sarah💛

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[likesomekindofcheese]

may I request something where joe mazzello is married to a lead singer of a band and has been for a while and she's brought up in an interview and he talks about how they met💞

Sure thing!

A/N: sorry these have been coming out slow. It's just lately I have been losing motivation to write for Queen and BohRap Cast members and I got distracted by other fanfic writing projects. Anyways, here ya go!

No warnings minus an accident where a dog is almost harmed but ends up safe (inspired by The Gilded Age)- just fluff!

Reader here is female, per the person's request.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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"Good Morning, Y/N! Tell us- isn't today your anniversary with Joe Mazzello?"

You nodded in the chair of the morning show. Your eyes adjusted t the glare of the bright lights. From behind one camera, leaning against the wall was your beloved husband. His hands were in his pockets and he was grinning, beaming as he watched you.

You looked at the lady with heavy pink lipstick and pearls for eight in the morning and nodded your head.

"Yes, I am! It's our third anniversary!" you answered.

She tilted her head, but you could tell that her pink, made-up smile was genuine. Although she was more accustomed to being glamorous and dressed nicely in the morning than you were, there was a real curiosity in her- like talking to a new friend, not a news show host.

"Congratulations!" she cried.

"Thank you!" you said.

"Is it hard with Little and Fierce touring so much?"

"Yes, I will admit, it does get hard. Sometimes I get so hoarse the next day I can't call him- all the singing you know. But he understands that even just texting is fine. Joe loves me and he supports me- this was always a dream of mine to be a singer in a band and he wants that for me..."

"Awww, how sweet!" she cooed.

You noticed Joe himself turned a little pink and folded his arms. You threw a look at him and he gave you a wink.

"How did you two meet?" she asked.

You let out a little laugh. Your eyes went up to dig the memory from your mind and then you began.

"You see...you know my dog Bean?"

"Oh yes- the corgi, right?"

"Right! He's still my baby! Well, I had just gotten him. He was just a little puppy and the apple of my eye- still is! And I was out in the city, walking him. Suddenly, I tripped over something on the sidewalk- something on the pavement, I, uh, think. And uhm...it surprised me so much I let go of the leash and Bean ran away- right into the street!"

"What! No!" she gasped.

"I had a heart attack- there were cars coming and they couldn't see the little guy! Then I saw a flash of red hair and...uh, Joe ran in."

"Into traffic?"

"Yup! He managed to dodge around the cars, scoop Bean into his arms, and get him to safety! Then he met me and Joe gave this...this smile. And...I, uh, I don't believe in love at first sight but...when he looked at me..."

Joe's own hazel eyes shot up. His face softened.

"I just knew he would change my life the moment I met him and he handed Bean to me. We then went out together. And the rest is history..." you finished.

And what a happy, blissful history you two had and had yet to create!

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Can I request a fluffy John Deacon x fem. reader long fic where it’s Christmas Eve and John surprises reader with a present and when reader opens it, it’s a velvet box and when reader looks inside it turns out to be a ring and John takes it from her and gets down on one knee and goes into this speech about how much he loves her and that when he met her it was love at first sight and he asks reader to marry him?

Yess! so cute!

CHRISTMAS SURPRISES

pairings: John Deacon x Fem!reader summary: ^^^^ warnings: too cute

"hey, I got you something" Your boyfriend of 5 years, John said walking down the stairs with a wrapped box in his hand

"well put it under the tree then" you smiled at him as he sat down next to you on the couch.

it was a cold night and the fireplace was on, warming you up as you drank hot chocolate.

"just open it" he held it out for you to take

"but it's not christmas yet, that's tomorrow, can't it wait only a few more hours?" you leaned into him resting your head on his chest, hearing his heart race, so fast you would've thought he ran a marathon. it made you wonder why

"no it can't" he stated

you put your hot chocolate on the coffee table and leaned back into him, taking the box from him, you looked at him and raised an eyebrow

"what is it?" you asked him

"I'm not gonna tell you, that would ruin the surprise" he rolled his eyes

as you ripped the wrapping paper of the box, John leaned forward and took a sip of your drink, trying to hide his nervous face as you opened his gift.

you opened the box to see another, smaller box inside. You pulled the box out and looked at it. the pretty red velvet box you held in your hand made your smile.

it hadn't been the first time he's given you a box like that, only a few months prior he gave you a similar box with a necklace inside, and a year before was a pair of earrings.

"you give me too much of these, i practically have a whole draw of similar boxes" you joked with a giggle, he didn't look as amused as you though, his face held something different.

your smile faltered as you noticed his uncomfortable state

you looked at the box and became confused, it made you wonder...

you opened the box slowly and looked at it intently, a beautiful ring, decorated with the prettiest of diamonds was staring right backup at you

you looked up at John and a lump formed in your throat, he slowly took the box off you and got off the couch, making his way down on one of his knees.

it's that type of ring.

you body begun to feel hot and your vision went blurry

"John-" you start to say

"can you let me talk sweetheart?" he managed to smile shyly

"sorry" you apologised, sitting up and grabbed onto the blanket covering your legs

"you are- the best the that has ever happened to me, and I love you with all my heart, you make me want to be a better person and I am forever grateful for you. I have never wanted anything more than I want you, and it's been that way since we met- at the bar"

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"I'm going to talk to her" roger said to the bored John.

Roger had dragged John to a bar, telling him he needed to put himself out there.

"you go do that" John sighed.

Roger had been staring at a girl sitting at a table on the other side of the room. she sat there talking to her friend who seemed uncomfortable to be there

"but I can't just go and take her away from her friend"

"look Roger, I think I might just leave-"

"you have to come with me" Roger pulled John up from his seat and made his way to their table with John trailing behind

"hey ladies!" Roger greeted joyfully

"hey" the girl said, looking up at the Roger and John hiding behind him

"need a drink?"

after a while, Roger and the girl were practically on top of each other on the other side of the booth, leaving John sitting awkwardly next to a girl he doesn't know the name of.

"what do you say we get out of here?" Roger suggested to crystal.

"yeah sure!"

they leave their seats and begin gathering their things

"wait no- you're my ride" the girl beside John said to crystal

"I'm sure John will give you a ride" Roger replied to her.

the girl next to him sunk in her chair, feeling dumped

"bye" Roger waved, winking to John before leaving with his new one night stand, leaving John with a girl he didn't know. he looked over to her, seeing that she was already looking at him.

"I'm John" he smiled nervously

"I know, your from that band" she said sheepishly, looking down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers

John was caught off guard, he didn't know what to do or say in this situation

"what's your name?" John asked

"Y/n"

"thats a pretty name"

John noticed the girls face turn a light shade of pink as he said that and it made him nervous, realising what he said

"thanks" she smiled at him sweetly

the two begun talking for two more hours before realising the time

"I should probably get going, it was nice meeting you John" the girl said, picking up her purse and putting her jacket on.

"we should- uh- do this. we do this" John stuffed up his words

"i'd like that" she giggled before she wrote down her contact on a napkin and gave it to him

"bye John" she smiled, kissing him on the cheek, getting John all flustered at the affection

she walked out of the bar, smiling at him as she looked back at him

John sat there for a minute before he got up and walked out with the napkin in his pocket.

he saw that is was heavily raining and he worried for you, you didn't have an umbrella on you and you didn't even have a ride.

you didn't have a ride

John looked around and noticed you, waiting for a bus while soaking wet

he couldn't leave you out in the rain like that, he wouldn't. especially because you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and one of the sweetest.

"I can give you a ride" he stated as he got closer to you, getting drenched

she turned around and smiled at him

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"it makes me wonder what would happen if i left you out there in the rain, but I'm glad i didn't. I love you more than anything in the world and I would appreciate it if you would let me spend the rest of my life with you. so, sweetheart, will you marry me?" John finished his ramble

you couldn't come up with any words to reply with and john was left there for a second of silence.

you decided your throat was failing you and just kissed him. running your hands through his long hair and pulling him closer. he pulled away for a second to look at you

"I need an answer" he said, looking down at the ring

"yes! why would I ever say no?" you told him before placing another kiss on his lips

he placed the ring on your finger and let a deep breath he didn't know he was holding.

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okokokok i hope that was alright

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it's Christmas Eve and Joe and reader are standing by the Christmas tree cuddling with each other and Joe hands reader a small wrapped present and when reader opens it it's a velvet box and he takes the velvet box from reader and he starts this speech about how much he loves her and that when he first laid eyes on reader when he met her in college it was love at first sight and he gets down on one knee and when he opens the box it turns out to be a ring and he asks reader to marry him?

I absolutely love this!!

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Merry Christmas: Joe Mazzello x Fem! Reader

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Key:

[Y/P] = Your Profession

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You sighed in content as you rested your head against your boyfriend, Joe Mazzello’s shoulder. Joe smiled and pressed a kiss to your head.

“You okay, babe?” Joe asked. You smiled and nodded, looking into the crackling of the fire in the fireplace.

“Yeah. I’m just fine.” You said quietly. Joe smiled contently. There was a moment of silence.

“Do you remember how we first met?” Joe asked suddenly, breaking the silence. You smiled and chuckled.

“Of course I remember. How could I forget?”

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You were attending the University of Southern California. You were going to that particular university, wanting to go into [Y/P]. You were sitting in class one day, listening to the professor, when the doors opened and someone rushed in. As the who class looked back at him, you noticed how cute he was. Short, brown hair, fun filled brown eyes. The professor turned around.

“Joe, you’re late.” The professor said. Joe nodded, out of breath.

“Yes, Professor, I am really sorry.” Joe apologized. “You see, my cat ate my alarm clock, so I wasn’t able to wake up on time.” Joe said, causing the other students, including yourself, to chuckle. The Profesor nodded, smiling slightly.

“Don’t let it happen again.” The professor said. Joe nodded, taking the empty seat by you. Joe glanced at you, and it was as if his breath had let his body. He was captivated by your [h/l] [h/c] hair and your sparkling [e/c] eyes. He saw kindness behind them as well as an eagerness to learn. He gently poked you in the arm, gaining your attention.

“Hi. I’m Joe, Joe Mazzello.” He whispered. You gave him a smile.

“I’m [Y/N], [Y/N] [L/N]. And I know who you are, Jurassic Park.” You said. Joe’s eyes lit up when you mentioned the movie he had been in as a kid.

“You’ve seen Jurassic Park?” He asked. You smiled.

“Are you kidding? Jurassic Park is one of my favorite movies!” You whispered. Joe swore you were even more beautiful now.

“Well, it’s not everyday you meet a beautiful woman who also likes Jurassic Park.” Joe complimented. You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the compliment.

“Mr. Mazzello, Ms. [L/N],” the professor called, making the two of you fave the Professor. “Is there something the two of you would like to share with the class?” They asked.

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You chuckled and shook your head.

“I still can’t believe that I met my favorite child actor that day.” You said, turning your head to look at him. Joe chuckled.

“You better believe it, Darling. Cause you’re dating him now.” Joe said. He smiled as you chuckled. He then leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours. The two of you pulled away and Joe cupped your cheek with his hand. His eyes then widened. “Oh! Wait! I have another present to give you!” Joe said. He rushed out of the living room and into your shared bedroom. You chuckled to yourself as you heard Joe silently curse to himself. “Ah ha!” You let out a laugh at Joe’s exclamation. He came back into the room, holding something behind him. You rose an eyebrow in confusion.

“What are you doing?” You asked, smiling. Joe smiled back and let out a nervous breath. He then got down on one knee and brought out a velvet box. Your eyes widened. You sincerely hoped Joe was doing what you thought he was doing.

“[Y/N] [L/N], ever since I met you in University, I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, and I knew it was love at first sight,” Joe started. Tears started coming to your eyes. “You have been with me through thick and thin. You supported me in my role of John Deacon, and you supported me through one of the toughest years of my life,” Joe let out a breath. “I know now what love is. Love is, dedicating your entire self to your partner. Love is every kiss I share with you. Love is every smile of yours that brightens up my day. Love is,” he opened the box and revealed a beautiful ring. “Asking you to marry me and making me the happiest man alive.” Joe said. Tears were streaming down your face. “So, [Y/N] [L/N], will you marry me?” Joe asked. You nodded, taking deep breaths. Joe nodded his head, trying to get you to use your words. You let out a teary laugh.

“Yes. God, yes! I’ll marry you, Joe Mazzello!” You shouted. Joe smiled in relief. He quickly got up and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pressed his lips to yours and spun you around, making you laugh. Joe set you down and the two of you pulled away. Joe slipped the ring onto your run finger. It fit like a glove. You stared down at it, smiling from ear to ear. You looked up at Joe.

“Merry Christmas, Future Mrs. Mazzello.” Joe said, cupping your cheek with his hand. You smiled and leaned into his touch.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Joe Mazzello.” You said.

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#5

Hey, I have a prompt request. Can you write romantic Prompt #16 and #17 with Taron Egerton partnered with a female actress?

A/N: Sorry for the wait. Enjoy, tulip!

Truth or Dare

Warning: friends to lovers, alchol, drunk shenanigans, idiots in love, it get's spicy at the end

Pairing: Taron Egerton x fem!reader

16. A: Truth or dare? B: truth A: do you want to kiss me? B: dare! A: I dare you to kiss me. B: never have I ever- A: ThaT’s NoT ThE game 17. *blushing* Shut up! I hate you.

Game nights at Taron house were always a blast. Most of the time you were a group of friends. Today it was only him and you. You ate snacks and junk food till your stomachs hurt. Alcohol was involved too.

You were lying on the carped under the coffee table, laughing your ass off. “And I was like, Rich we aren’t spicy enough. Let’s do French. And he shrugged and rolled with it. I miss Rich. Wondering what he is doing?” You laughed harder and only could wheeze out your answer. The only think Taron understood was filming, Marvel and Eternals.

He looked down at you and raised a brow, “I thought you weren’t allowed to talk about projects?”

You sat up and pointed at him drunkenly, “Well first, I only stated what was already known. And second, I am not like Tom Holland and Mark Ruffalo. I can keep my spoilers for me. I am good at keeping secrets, good sir. How dare you accuse me of such felony.”

You really tried to stay stern but the alcohol in your system made it hard to focus. You started to giggle which made Taron giggle. It ended with you clutching your stomach and Taron falling down onto you from the couch. After the short shock you started to hysterically giggle.

Taron was taking deep breaths, trying to regain his breath. “Okay. I have an idea.” You were intrigued and cocked your head to the side. “Truth or dare!” As a sober person you would have groaned. You weren’t sober, “I wanna start!” Taron nodded, “Okay. Truth or Dare?” You pondered for a bit. Your drunken mind slowly made the decision you will regret in the morning, “Dare.” Taron smirked, “Call someone and tell them you miss them.” Immediately you fished out your phone and dialled the number of your victim.

Your phone was on speakers and Taron could hear a tired rasped of an annoyed ��Yes?’. You smiled giddily, “Joey? I miss you soooooooo much!” A tired groan could be heard from the other end, “You know how late it is, do you? You menace.” You pouted, “’m sorry Joe. I just miss you. And I am drunk. Time and space are wibbly wobbly, timy wimy stuff.” Joe groaned again, “I’m gonna call Ben to kill you the next time he sees you. He loves me more than you, anyway.” You pouted more, “You are mean Joseph Mazzello. I’m gonna tell Roger.” Joe snorted, “Tell him I said hi. And now go to sleep and call me when you are sober. Better, let’s facetime. So I can see your ugly face.” You smiled brightly, fully ignoring your friend’s insult, “Bye, Joey. Have sweet dreams of dinosaurs.” He groaned and grumbled good night. “Well now what are you gonna choose, T?” He shrugged, “Dare.”

It went back and forth. Taron at to chuck the last bit of vodka that was in the bottle. You had to do a body shot of tequila off of Taron’s body. Taron told you his favourite memory of you two, you had to tell him what you liked in bed. After a few rounds it was your turn. Taron lulled out the obvious question, “Truth or dare?” You gulped down the last of your beer and turned to your best friend, “Truth”

Taron had a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Do you want to kiss me?” You squinted at him, “Dare.” His smirk widened, “I dare you to kiss me!”

Heat rushed into your cheeks. You wanted to change the subject. Your brain on the other hand was a little muddled and slow, “Never have I ever-“ Taron huffed loudly. Annoyed that you would change the game completely, “That’s not the game!”

Before you could react you felt warm, soft lips on yours. Your brain was too far gone to spring into action so your muscle memory sprang into action. With favour, maybe even drunken favour you kissed him back.

The longer you kissed the more heated it got. The only thing you could remember was that Taron stubbed his toe at his coffee table and you crashed into the wall next to the bedroom door. After you landed in bed, everything blurred.

Next morning you woke up with the feeling of being watched. You closed your eyes again and snuggled further into the warm pillow. The warm pillow vibrated. Your eyes shot open and you sat up straight. Taron looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “You know, you are cute in your sleep. Did you know that you make cute noises in your sleep? And I thought the noises you made last night were my favourite.” Your neck and face grew hotter by the minute, “Shut up!” You turned away from him and pull the blanket over your head.

You felt hands snake around your torso, “So does this mean you like me?” You groaned out of embarrassment and because you were a little hungover. “I hate you.” Taron chuckled. “Well, there is my answer. Want some pancakes?” He smirked as he heard you grumble a small ‘yes’.

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177 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 14. Februar 2022

#4

can I get a poe dameron fic please!! I have an idea where the reader works in intelligence on the resistance base and works on comms. poe gets trapped somewhere, and she talks to him to find his way out and saves him. THEN there’s a victory celebration at the resistance base, and poe asks to dance with her, the girl he’s had a crush on from a distance, and then he recognizes her voice and realizes she’s the one who saved his life

A/N: hope you like this. I missed writing for our hot shot pilot.

Lifeline

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!reader Warning: angst, fluff

Slow days were a mystery in the resistance. No one had experienced such a day in forever. But today was everyone’s lucky day, or so they thought.

The alarm went off and everyone sprang into action. The pilots made their last repairs before shoving their tool in their toolboxes and kicking them away. The helm and communication center opened the coded channels for every squadron to communicate and receive orders.

Everyone in communication got a team assigned to them. Yours was the black squadron with their infamous leader, Poe Dameron. Or like your friends liked to call him, your walking daydream. But there was no time for daydreaming. You had to focus all of your attention so Dameron and his crew came home safely.

There was a slight crackle at the and of your com till the deep, soothing voice of no other than the Black Leader himself. “Com station this is Black Leader we are ready to jump.” You smiled as you heard his excitement through his voice. “This is com station. Black squadron is clear to make the jump.” Poe thanked you before pushing the last buttons.

It was more or less radio silent between you and the pilots. Till Poe requested a private channel. You opened it with furrowed brows, “Everything okay, Black Leader?” Poe huffed, “No, there are too many fighters. We are ready to retreat. More like my squadron is. I have a target on my back.” Instantly you began to type in his location and searched for possible routes to escape. “Tell your team to retreat and come back to base. I send you coordinates to your next jump. Follow my plan and your ship will be the only thing with scratches on it.” Poe huffed out a laugh. “You are the best. I hope I can thank you later in person.” Heat rushed to your face and you smiled shyly, “Get home safely. Then you can thank me.” Poe followed every step of the plan and as you said, he came home without a scratch. Not even his ship had any tents. His team ran over as he stepped down the latter. He was embraced in a tight hug.

There was a celebration afterwards. Everyone drank and danced. Laughter was heard through the whole base. With a drink in his hand and his droid by his side he searched for the voice of hope during his hopeless mission. Finn ran after him and stopped him as he waded through the mass of dancing people, “Hey, why that determined face.” BB-8 ratted out his friend. Finn smirked and shook his head in understanding. Poe only rolled his eyes at both his friends. “So you are searching for your lifeline?” Poe’s cheeks turned a hue of pink. “But you don’t know how they look. Just how they sound.” Poe shrugged, “I know. It was a bad idea.”

The pilot turned and looked at the people around the makeshift dancefloor. He found you in your group of friends laughing and drinking. Out of no where Rey stood next to him and Finn, “Talk to her. She is really nice.” Poe tsked and wanted to walk away. “Just go to her and ask her to dance with you. Finn and I can’t stand you looking at her and imagining the rest of your life with her. And don’t get me started on the bet between your squadron.” Poe huffed and rolled his eyes before he stomped away from his friends. Rey held up her hand and Finn high fived her.

You laughed hard as on of your friends told you about her day down at the med bay. Your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You whirled around and came face to face with your crush. You heard your friends whistle lowly before they slowly walked away from the two of you. Poe scratched his neck. His posture told you he was extremely nervous. He cleared his throat, “Hey, I wanted to ask. Do you like- no. Do you wanna dance with me?” He held out his shaking hand. You nodded and took it. Poe let out a breath.

He led you to the middle of the dance floor. During the time where he asked you to dance the pace of the music changed. It became slow and romantic. Poe pulled your body to his. “I hope that’s o-okay?” You smiled before nodding. You hummed softly to the music. Poe heart speed up as he heard the soft tunes escaping your perfect lips. “Do you have any plans tomorrow? After your shift. Wherever you may be working.” You grinned as he nervously rambled. “No, nothing. I work in the communication center. Directing squadrons. Today-“ “You!” You were interrupted by him. “You were the one who saved me today! I was looking for you. Thank the maker I found you.”

Before you could say anything back you felt soft lips on yours. Your eyes went wide and your brain stopped working. Poe felt your lack of movement and stopped. “I-I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncom-“ This time it was your turn to shut him up.

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194 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 16. Juni 2022

#3

Cutting Edge

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader Warning: injury (a small cut), mention of blood, banter, fluff, slight sassy Bucky

You padded into the living room of your house where bucky was currently sitting on the couch. He was watching some nature documentary. “Hey Buck, could you sharpen my florist knife and my garden shears for me? I know you usually don't –“ Bucky looked up and smiled at you. He reached for your gardening tools, “Yeah, give them to me, doll.” You smiled gratefully at him. As you gave him the tools you leant further down and kissed his shadowed cheek. “Thank you, bear.”

Only half an hour later you were working in your garden again. You weeded, cut, and pruned around your flower beds. You were picking some flowers for the vase on the dinner table when you graced your thumb with the sharp edge of your garden knife. The digit bled a little. Before the wound could get infected you walked inside to the bathroom to get the wound cleaned and proper bandaged.

Bucky walked by and saw the blood splotches in the sink and got concerned. He walked up behind you and saw you cleaning a rather large cut on your thumb. He reached for your wrist and held it in his large hand, “What's up with your thumb?”

You looked over your shoulder and smiled softly, ”Complement to your sharpening skills, they are cutting edge.” Bucky stared at you with a deadpan expression, “You are proud of that pun?” He wasn’t really amused by your giddiness but that didn’t stop you. “Yeah.”

You nodded excitedly at him. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “So anyway. The knife is so sharp that I only had to grace the sharp edge over my skin to cut it. Oh, and it cuts through the stems like they are made out of melting butter.” You put your not injured thumb, the pointer, and the middle finger together and did the chefs kiss expression. Bucky only rolled his eyes and kissed your temple, “Glad to hear it. Please be more careful, you moron.” You smiled at his retrieving form, “Well, but I am your moron.” You cut hear Bucky sight and yell back, “Sadly.”

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222 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 10. April 2022

#2

Caged

Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!reader Warning: period typical misogyny, angst, fluff, talk of death of child

You were shielded away all your life. Always kept behind the wall of the Red Keep. As a child you ran around the gardens exploring it. You could remember you were never bored. But now you grew up. You nearly read all the books available to you. You knew every corner of the palace and garden. Often you tried to escape from the walls of the castle but were stopped by your uncle or Sir Clegane. The later gave you the creeps.

When the news came that you would travel to the North you were ecstatic. Your mother scolded you to calm down. But you couldn’t. Your excitement was crushed when your mother told you that your dear lord father was to marry you to the highest bidder. With this in mind your mood changed drastically. Your cheery mood became sombre.

The day you dreaded the most came and you travelled up into the North. You sat in the carriage with your mother and younger siblings. Joffrey was a prick as always. He tormented you calling you all sort of names. Your mother ignored you both, too focused on her wine.

Often you would ask your uncle Jamie if you could ride on the horse with him. He only smiled and told you it’s not suited for a lady. You nodded and slumped back into your seat.

At the same time Robb trained with his friend Theon and half-brother Jon in the courtyard. He was especially aggressive which wasn’t unnoticed by his companions. As Robb landed yet another hard blow to Jon’s sword the black-haired boy stumbled back. He threw up his arms, still holding his sword, “What is wrong with you today?” The young wolf huffed, a dark look on his face, “Father told me something he kept from me my whole life. Something I should have had the knowledge about. Not only is the king coming what you all know. But also his family. More important, my betrothed. The princess Y/N.”

Both males began to smirk. Theon came over to his friend and clapped him on the shoulder, “Well no more visits to the brothel, my friend. You are as good as a married man.”

Jon shook his head, “So you are to marry the oldest daughter of the king while Sansa is to become the Queen of Westeros?” Robb nodded. Jon took his brothers sword and shook him out of his thoughts, “Let’s get cleaned up, or lady Caitlyn will have our heads.” Robb grinned at the imagine of his mother scolding them as if they were children.

The next morning the whole court of Winterfell was in uproar. The King and his family where sighted not far from here. Maids were running around. The stable boys cleaned the stables a third time. Robb walked into the Great Hall and was greeted by his mother ordering people around. He stepped next to her and kissed her cheek, “Good morning, mother. I see you are doing the last preparations for tonight’s feast.” Caitlyn sighted, “Everything has to be perfect. We don’t want to make a bad expression. Specifically for your bride. She has to know she is welcomed hear in this court.”

The young wolf nodded. “Mother, why does no one know about her and why did father only tell me today about our betrothal?” His mother looked at him with loving eyes, “She was kept hidden for the reason that she wouldn’t become a pawn in a cruel play. It was always intended that if House Stark and House Baratheon had male and female offspring around the same age they were to be married. After the crown prince, your betrothed twin, died tragically the king decided to keep her a secret. Telling everyone she died with her brother. She would have been a target for a lot of houses if she was the oldest daughter and the only heir. Thank the gods for prince Joffrey. Now change into your festive garb and tell your father’s bastard to stay away.” Robb nodded before leaving to do as he was asked.

The carriage came to a stop. You sighted and looked out. People were standing there waiting for you to exit your carriage. As the door opened you wanted to stand up before being pushed back by the little brat of your brother. “Future king before anyone else.” You only rolled your eyes.

All eyes were on you as you entered the yard. Whispers could be heard. You felt uncomfortable as every gaze was on you. Your fathers boisterous laugh brought you out of your paranoia. He waved you over, “And this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N. She is my most prized possession.” You looked at lord Stark and smiled shyly before fixing your gaze downwards to your feet. Your father went on to inspect Winterfell with lord Stark.

A woman in your mothers age stepped forward and bowed before you, “My name is lady Caitlyn Stark. And these are my children.” She introduced them to you one by one before pointing to a man with auburn locks. He had a soft smile on his lips and kind blue eyes, “And this is my eldest, Robb. Your betrothed.” Your eyes went back to the ground. Your cheeks became warm. There was an unusual feeling in the pit of your stomach.

After your father declared that he wanted to feast, lord Stark moved you and your family to his great hall were the feast was prepared. You were seated next to Robb. No conversation flew between the pair of you. But no one really cared.

Robb had enough of the silence. He wanted to know you before he married you. “What do you do over the day, my lady?” Your shocked eyes met his curious once. You could get lost in those you thought. You snapped out of your trance and told him about yourself. He smiled at you and laughed when you told something funny. “Now I have spoken a lot about myself, what my septa would chide me for. For it’s not proper.” Robb smiled warmly down at you, “I do not share this few with her. I want to know the person I will be married by tomorrow. I asked you to do so. Do not hold yourself back.”

He then told you about himself and what he would do in his free time. You felt the freedom from his stories. Your eyes lost their shine, stopping Robb from talking. “Everything alight?” You smiled sadly, “Maybe I am finally free after I married you, lord. But you have to show me what freedom is, for I have forgotten all about it.” Robb smiled sadly at you. He took your hand in his big one and softly kissed the back of it. “I will help you with your path. Your burden is now my burden too. My freedom shall be your freedom.”

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You choose him

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x gn!reader Warning: swearing, Nancy being a hypocrite, Billy not being his usual asshole-y self, fluff Summary: Nancy doubts the relationship between you and Billy

Nancy looked at you before looking back over the lunch tables of the mess hall and then right back to you. You watched her while eating your lunch. After the fifth time of her sweeping over you and then your boyfriend she sighted, looking disappointed. “What is it, Nance? Spit it out.” Her judging eyes fell onto you. You huffed in annoyance.

She pointed at the table a few meters away where Billy sat with his flies as he called the people around him. “You choose him?” You looked at him before back to your best friend, “Yeah…So?” She huffed out a laugh and shook her shoulders. “You saw the pompous asshole-y one and thought, Ah yes. Perfect! I thought you had standards?”

You rolled your eyes at her before resuming to finish your lunch. “Look I am not proud of it, okay? But he is different with me than in school. I think he is slowly changing.” Nancy gave you a look of disbelieve. You sighted deeply, throwing up your hands and letting them fall on top of your thighs. “You might not see it but I do. And Nance, you are a hypocrite. Before Steve knew what an absolute ass he was, you were dating him.” Your best friend looked down at the table. “If you don’t mind. I would like to finish lunch and after study for the chemist test I have tomorrow. And god knows I need to study.”

After lunch you made your way into the empty science lap where Billy was waiting for you. He looked up from the book as he saw you enter through the door. His usual smirk was replaced with a warm smile he didn’t show of to much. You waved at him shyly before walking over to him. He put his backpack down from the stool so you could sit next to him.

As you unloaded your bag for the study session Billy watched you with his memorizing eyes and a soft smile. “How was your day after math?” You sighted deeply. “Uneventful till lunch. Nancy ripped me a new one for dating you. I told her she dated Steve in his prime asshole time.” Billy smirked, “That’s my girl!” You let your head fall onto your shoulder to look at your boyfriend disapprovingly, “I don’t want to fight with her over such things. I want her to see the Billy that his hidden behind the macho façade. Why are you still hanging out with the flies? You don’t even like them.”

Billy sighted before he nodded. “I don’t know, sweets. Maybe it’s my insecurity or still my, how did you call it? Idiot-alpha-male-brain? That wants to belong to someone and not be lonely.” You touched his cheek and caressed his cheekbone with your thump, “You are not alone. Just throw away your alter ego and let me introduce you to my friends. You will see, they are more fun. Especially Robin.”

He huffed out a laugh before pointing at his chemistry book. “We need to study. I saw you try and fail to write a redox-reaction and it was painful to watch.” You looked at him unimpressed, “Yeah, I saw your biology notes. Thank god I didn’t have a lighter on me.” Billy kissed your temple quickly, “Well thank the stars I have your notes to study for tomorrow. Chemistry first and then you tell me how plants do photosynthesis?” You nodded before diving in into chemical elements and their reactions.

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