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rossmccallsqueen · 1 year

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Alone - Joe Mazzello x Reader (smut)

Summary: You were feeling a bit lonely lately, but Joe knows how to fix it.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: SMUT. Also some angst. mentions of anxiety and depression, but there is a good ending i promise!

*pls dont read if under 18. srsly please no under 18!!!*

For you, it had been a long day. A long week, in fact. The only solution you could think of when you were by yourself is taking a long hot shower. You need to feel the steam deep in your soul, relaxing you from the inside out. You had not seen much of your fiance during the week, he was on set most of the day and you were usually asleep by the time he got home. It did not leave a lot of time for the two of you to spend together, and you didn’t want to cause him any issues during his work when you could handle your stress on your own. It couldn’t be as hard as everyone says it is, you were a big girl and could handle your own problems.

Not that you were not grateful for the fact that because of the pandemic, your job was almost entirely remote and you could work from anywhere. That meant that you could follow your love wherever he went. That is what the two of you always wanted, to travel the world together. You always said that the most important thing was that the two of you were together, and as long as you had the other you would be fine. But after a few months, it had become a lot of being alone. The apartment they set up for you seemed empty, there weren’t a lot of decorations on the walls and the only thing that made it different from the base apartment was the few pictures and memories that you thought to bring with you this time.

You knew that picking up your whole apartment back home and taking it with you every time didn’t make sense since you would be back there at some time anyway, but you just wished that your current abode felt like it had more life and love in it. As the water dripped down your back, you thought about Valentine's Day coming up. Joe had tried asking the director to make sure they ended on time that day but you didn’t necessarily believe that he would make it possible. The only light that was on in the bathroom besides the fan lighting from the shower, was the moon through the window. The lights were on in your bedroom outside, so you felt okay enough to have minimal lighting. Lots of bright light just made you more anxious when you were stressed and tired, so mood lighting for the shower it would be.

The work that you did would make your hands hurt a lot at the end of the day, so most days you couldn’t even shower by yourself. You had tried when you got in, but for now, it was just standing in the hot water and hoping it did enough. It was still only around ten at night, which you considered late due to having to get up early for work with timezones. You were so in your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear the front door open.

“Hello? Y/N? Are you home?” You heard Joe shouting.

“I’m in here.” You said, but not very loudly. You just couldn’t make yourself be louder, you didn’t have the energy in you.

“Are you okay?” He sounded like he was outside the door now. You turned and looked and there he was. You almost didn’t want him to find you like this. He helped you with so many things, you didn’t know if you could actually function without him. He helped you do basic everyday things, like making the bed and folding all of the laundry whenever it needed to be done. He would always make dinner, as long as you could help point him in the right direction. He even did things he knew you could do, but he could always sense when you just couldn’t do them yourself. When you didn’t answer, he opened the bathroom door fully and saw you standing in the shower by yourself, just letting the water fall all around you.

“Hey, you.” He said, his face softening. You could see the relief he felt in his entire body once he laid eyes on you again. You felt the same in yourself when your shoulders relaxed just enough to where you felt better. It was like seeing him was instant serotonin

“Rough day?” He asked, waiting for your response. You just nodded back at him.

He gave you a gentle smile and started taking off his clothes after a long day. The shower door opened and you briefly felt a cold burst of air. The shower had become your own personal sauna and you did not like the cold one bit. His arms wrapped around you and you knew then it was your favorite place to be. His fingers gently grazed your back, a sensation you couldn’t quite describe but it was one that gave you immense comfort. When you could finally stand up on your own again you slightly pulled away so that you could look at him.

“Just let me help you okay? I’m here.” He grabbed your shampoo off the shelf, and you turned around so that he could wash your hair. It was so gentle you almost couldn’t feel him doing anything. He ensured that getting the knots out didn’t hurt you, and when the suds were completely out of your hair you felt like a whole new person. You could only feel you and him, the feeling of your body touching his felt like home.

“I’m always alone.” You finally said.

“I’m right here love, you aren’t alone.”

“For now, until you’re gone before we wake up and don’t see you until it’s time to go to bed again. I just need to feel you again.” You could feel it in your bones, but at the same time, you felt bad as you didn’t want to make him think you didn’t love him.

“I know nothing I say can change what it's been like lately, but you are my number one priority. Everything else comes second, it’s important to me that you know that okay? I’m only filming one scene tomorrow. Do you think you could call in tomorrow?” You had never heard truer words come from someone.

“My love, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I’ve had a whole day planned for us for quite some time now.” You could feel panic set into your body. You knew it was soon, but you had completely lost track of the days. Everything felt like it was blending together, and you couldn’t even remember what you ate for breakfast the day before. Joe always thought of everything you didn’t, it was hard to remember a time when you didn’t have each other. He could tell you were panicking a little, and pressed the front of his body into the back of yours until he could feel your heartbeat start to slow again. He finished helping you and showered himself, and when you walked out into your room he already had your diffuser going, along with the heating pad you never went anywhere without, and a cup of tea next to each of your bedsides.

“How did you do all this?” You asked, you didn’t even hear him until he started calling your name and came into the bathroom looking for you.

“Because I know you better than I know myself.”

“I love you.” He kissed you gently, before helping you get into bed and then going around to the other side and curling up behind you. You didn’t bother putting on any clothes after you were dried off, the two of you barely ever slept with any on anyway. Joe always joked that they just got in the way of things, and it took too much time to take them back off. You loved the feeling of clean sheets and the way your and Joe’s bodies fit together so nicely. You could be completely intertwined with each other and it would never be close enough. His fingers began tracing patterns all around your back, ever so slightly touching the surface, and the way he was doing this sent shivers through your nerves in a way that felt so good.

“You know for our wedding I was thinking we could have one of the guys perform the ceremony. It would feel more personal for us.” He spoke softly into your ear.

“You know I think Brian is ordained, we should ask him.” You replied, pressing your body into Joe just so.

“You want me to ask Brian May to marry us? The Brian May?” Joe seemed a little shocked.

“Joe he was there when you proposed. He just texted you this morning, I do not think it is that far off.” You could feel him smile, like he knew you were right.

“I’ll ask him tomorrow. What do you want my dear?” He knew you were one of those girls that had their wedding planned out since they were ten years old, but you knew weddings were about what both of you wanted and you wanted yours to be about the life that you shared together. Your wedding wasn’t going to be very big, neither of you wanted a huge affair, you just wanted the people you loved you. Lots of people also made you overwhelmed and it was supposed to be the best day you’ve ever had.

“I want raspberry filling in the cake,” You told him.

“I think we can have that arranged.” He squeezed you tightly and helped you turn over so that you were looking at each other now instead. Your faces were mere inches from each other and he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead. You quickly brought his lips down to yours and kissed him with enough pressure that invited him in closer to you. You wrapped your leg around his body, so he could feel just how damp you were. He brought his hand around to the back of your head so you could feel the hunger in his kiss. It wasn’t rough, no, but it felt needed. You just wanted to feel one another. You wanted to be relaxed so that every inch of your body felt like it was satisfied, and you would do everything in your power to make sure that Joe felt the same.

You began to feel his hand roam to other parts of your body, cupping your bum so he could bring you closer. You felt him against you, hard and wanting every part of you. His lips began going elsewhere, placing kisses everywhere around your neck, your collarbone, and all the way down to your clit. Joe placed you on your back, bum up on a pillow, and arms raised above your head. They would soon find their way down to his hair like they usually did, as the sensation overwhelmed your body and you didn’t know what to do with them.

You knew the rule, you were not supposed to move your hands from above your head. Except for when Joe’s tongue began licking at your clit. He went slowly at first, and you needed him to go much quicker. Your hips bucked up into his face, and he used his hands to push you down into the mattress. One of his hands left your thigh and ran up your side to your breast. Your nipple was so sensitive, as soon as you felt his hand on it you felt like you could feel it everywhere in your body. You couldn’t help but move your hands and your fingers laced through his hair, trying to send him the signal that you needed your release and you needed it now.

“Joe I swear to god if you don't..!” The groan that escaped his lips matched the ferocity of his nails when he squeezed your breast. He edged you again and again, getting you just to the point where you would go over the edge and then he would slow down. Each time he did so your hips moved involuntarily, wanting so badly to finish. Without warning, he began kissing his way up your body to your mouth, the taste of you still on his lips. You could move your hands again, cupping the sides of his face like you never wanted to let him go.

“Can I?” He asked, forgetting how to use your words you nodded ‘yes’ at him and he flipped you over onto your stomach. Once you felt comfortable, he brought your ass into the hair, with it situated perfectly in front of his dick. He gently scratched up and down your back, making you relax into the bed and reach for something to hold onto as you knew you would need it in a second. He leaned over and kissed the small of your back before getting back up and getting himself ready. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it up and down your wetness, getting it wet and making you even wetter. Once he felt you were good to go, he eased himself in and you could feel every inch of him. Joe’s hands gripped your ass and began thrusting into you, bringing you onto him over and over. The speed that he was going was something completely new. He maneuvered his hand around you bringing his finger to your clit sending you into overdrive. The feeling was almost too much, but you could feel yourself getting close.

The moans escaping you seemed to give him a new sense of power, snapping his hips in quick motions and hitting the spot you wanted. Combined with the motion on your clit you squeezed around him, feeling yourself cum, and any support you had been giving yourself went away and you collapsed onto the bed. You yelled out, and Joe adjusted so his hips could somehow move even faster. You had never felt him move so hard, but you were loving whatever it turned on in him. The feeling it was giving you was the best thing you had ever felt, and you never wanted it to end. He leaned over and whispered, “I love you” into your ear and one final time he snapped and you knew he had finished too.

You could feel both of you relax, and since you had collapsed on your stomach Joe laid to the side that your head was facing which was to your right. Joe reached over and brushed the hair out of your face, and nothing could take away the joy that you felt at that moment. There was no pain or the outside world, just the two of you.

“I promise you, you will never be alone, ever again.”

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if you’ve read this far, thank you! if you’ve been following me since the OG borhap era and you’re still here, THANK YOU! I’m back yall.

also im starting a new taglist so please let me know if you would like to be on it!

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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what about a fic with Joe mazzello where your like...."huh babe yknow this other actor named joseph quinn in st4 sort of looks like your portrayal of John" and teasing him about it

Yes! You can bet I can take advantage of our new Tumblr Sexy man Joseph Quinn and his physical similarities to Joe!!!

(I swear, they need to play brothers someday!!!)

So first, let's make this a headcanon. And secondly, let's make the reader gender neutral.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!

TW: Swearing, but pretty fluffy and that's about it.

So Joseph was upstairs playing video games while you were downstairs.

One plus about your relationship is that you recognized the need for space and appreciation for different interests :)

As he was pressing a button to make Mario jump for a coin he heard the distinct sound of a riffing guitar with some thunder downstairs. But today was a hot summer's day with the crickets lazily chirping as the bright sun faded. Not one dark cloud in the sky.

Hearing more, it was Master of Puppets by Metallica. He shrugged it off and kept playing.

He cursed when he lost his last life, unable to hear your footsteps up.

"Babe! Babe! You got to see this!" You said with urgency. Your eyes were wide with excitement more than panic.

"Y/N, what is it?" he asked, turning to look at you. His red hair messy from a whole day inside.

"Come downstairs...there's a guy on the new season of Stranger Things who looks like you!" you explained.

He follows down in curiosity. You pause and rewind the episode, muttering "blah blah blah skip skip skip show us Eddie!"

You then paused right on a frame of the Eddie in question.

"His hair is too long, sweetie!" Joe objected.

You whipped out your phone and pulled out a picture of your Joe as Deaky.

He blinked and his eyes darted from the phone to the tv to the phone and back again.

"H...Holy shit..." he mumbled.

"And wait until you see him without the wig!" you added on. You reached down on your phone and searched up a photo.

"The guy who plays him, get this, he's named Joe too!"

"What!?"

"Yes," you pulled up a photo of the other Joe in the phone and shoved it to the present Joe's face.

"And he looks like this!" you cried.

Joseph Mazzello's eyes went big at the sight and he began nodding in appreciation. Similar reddish hair. Similar face structure. Similar foreheads.

"Huh...his eyes are darker, and the bulb of his nose is rounder, I think," you said, you took Joe's face in your hands and "examined" it, much to his amusement.

"Maybe my mom doesn't have a secret about John Deacon but his father!" he joked. Both of you giggled.

"I'll let you know, he's everywhere on the internet. Buzzfeed, Tumblr, Twitter, Insta, and Facebook even. They're mad about him and his character in Stranger Things." you explained

Joe put his hands on his hips

"They could have cast me!"

"But what about your new movie?" you asked with a laugh.

"That's not the point!"

Both of you giggled and he placed his hands around your waist.

"Then, I better watch out if he gets near you." he teased. "I know you got a type now! He better not steal you away from me!"

"Not in a million years!" you insisted.

You gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose. "But he's not my Joe. My Joe is funny and multi-talented, and smart, and adorable, and not to mention pretty dark sexy..."

"Sexy, eh?" he returned with a kiss on the lips.

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zodiyack · 1 year

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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?

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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.

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where Joe comes home from college for the holidays and brings his girlfriend to meet his family for the first time and reader is super nervous but Joe reassures reader his family will love her and reader has the best time with Joe and his family and they have a great Christmas together?

HOME FROM COLLEGE

Pairings: Joe Mazzello x Fem!reader summary: ^^^ Warnings: nothing

your family had gone to London for Christmas, leaving you alone for the Holidays.

but your boyfriend, Joe, who just came back from college begged for you to stay with his family.

which brought you here, in your room, going through every piece of clothing you own.

"there's nothing!" you panicked, seeing whole mountain on the floor.

"nothing in your closet anymore? yeah" he laughed

"I'm have having a panic attack on what to wear, can you not laugh at me!" you rushed

"I said almost every outfit was fine" he shrugged, coming closer to you

"I don't want fine, Joe, I want, good, great, perfect" you sighed

"you're thinking too much of this, they're not going to care what you wear" he stated simply

"yes they will, I can't wear a dress, they'll think I'm trying too hard, but if i wear something baggy, I'm not trying at all" you fell back on your bed, rubbing your face

"so go with jeans" he sat next to you

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes as Joe laid next to you, warping an armaround you

"I just really want this to go well" you spoke quietly

"and it will, don't think too much of it. they're gonna love you!" he replied encouragingly

"how can you be so sure?" you questioned

"because I love you, and that's all that matters to them" he kissed your cheek

you hadn't seen much of him lately due to him studying and focusing of school but you talked pretty regularly. so the Holiday would be the most you would see him in a while.

"are you ready?" he asked, holding on to your hand supportingly

"not really, no" you sighed, squeezing his hand and flowers you bought for his mother

"it's going to be fine, they're all going to love you" he reasures you

"I hope so" you muttered

"I love you, ok?" he turned you around to meet his eyes

"I love you too" you smiled nervously

he leaned down and placed a light kiss on your lips in hopes to calm you down

he knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

the few days flew by as you had fun with his family, they adored you, asking questions to know you better and make sure you were right for their son and brother, and you were.

His family thought Joe couldn't have found anyone any better than you.

they took care of you and make sure you were always comfortable and full after eating.

and by Christmas night, you were all huddled up in the living room watching a movie.

Joe resting on the corner of the couch with you in his arms as his niece and nephew laughed at the Grinch.

"I like this, this was nice" you whispered to Joe

"I'm glad you thought so, darling. I told you they would love you" he responded quietly

"you're gonna have to get used to it" he winked, seeing him mother looking at the both of you with a smile on her face

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hahahafucku · 1 year

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I need a fluffy smut with the inspiration of "I Found You" by Stephen Sanchez pleaaaase

#eddie munson smut #billy knight x reader #joseph quinn smut #ralph penbury #ralph timewasters #billy knight #joe mazzello smut #lee pace smut #smut #imagine #feral

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emotionallydrainedtrash · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where it’s their wedding day and reader thinks back to when her and Joe met in college and how it was love at first sight? Also, after the marriage ceremony, can you include them having their first dance together as a married couple?

A/N Oh god this is adorable.

This is so cliche and a bit long so apologies in advance. 🤭

Lover

Joe Mazzello x fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

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You stood in front of the mirror, a vision in lacey, crystal white.

Your eyes fixed on your engagement ring, the memories of your relationship with Joe swimming through the diamond. It was the morning of your wedding to Joseph Mazzello and you couldn't believe the day was finally here.

As you reminisced, one particular memory came to mind: the day you met.

It was pouring down with rain at the University of San Francisco, the cold chilling you to the bone, and you forgot your umbrella. Your winter coat was doing its best to stem the freeze as you ran to your bus stop, but it was soaked through, rendering its efforts useless.

You sheltered under a tree for a moment to catch your breath and when you looked up you realized you had no idea where you were.

The rain was so dense and heavy it was bordering hurricane territory and your hand probably would've vanished had you stuck it out. You relied purely on muscle memory to move you around campus each day so now that you couldn't see a thing and had to think about your whereabouts, you were completely lost.

The sound of brakes screeching in the unintelligible distance alerted you that your bus had arrived, and you groaned when you heard the rumbling of the engine as it pulled away. So, you'd missed your bus and your only other means of transportation was on the other side of the school and wasn't set to arrive for another hour. You also had no idea where the other side of the school was at this point.

Deciding to wait under the tree in hopes of the rain clearing so you could locate yourself and eventually the next bus, you leaned against the trunk and sighed frustratedly. A few minutes had passed before you heard someone calling your name. Squinting your eyes and scanning the area, they fell on a blurred figure a few yards away.

"Y/n L/n is that you! Is there even a person there?"

You yelled back confirmation, and the figure ran towards you. You grinned when you recognized Joe Mazzello from your Film & Television Studies class holding an umbrella. I must clarify. This was the first time you'd officially met. You were working on the same degree, and you shared a couple of classes.

"Hey, I thought I recognised you. I saw you book it when it started raining and wondered why you didn't just grab your umbrella. Looking at the state of you however, I'm gonna assume you forgot it."

You nodded in embarrassment. He grinned and shrugged off the warm parka he was wearing, handing it to you and collecting your sopping wet one. Thanking him with a smile, he asked what your plan of attack was, and his face contorted in mild horror as he discovered you intended to, "subject yourself to even more of this hideous weather." His words, not yours.

"You're kidding right? I'm sorry, I know we're not too well acquainted with each other, but I insist, come stay with me in my dorm for the night. My roommate moved out the other week so there's a spare bedroom if you want it. The weather's only gonna get worse in the next half hour and is supposed to stay like that for the next 2 days. I just don't like the idea of someone out here for another hour. They're recommending people stay off the roads you know."

So, you did. You and Joe christened your friendship over pizza and study notes. He rifled through drawers and found some smaller clothes for you to wear for the remainder of your stay. You slept in the spare bedroom and awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs being cooked, grateful for the fact that neither of you had any classes that day.

It was such a simple event in your life, but it meant the world to you now. Wiping away a stray tear before your makeup artist freaked out and powdered your face down again, you forced yourself back to reality and checked the clock, hearing a knock on the door.

It was time.

Oh. My. God. Mrs. Y/n Mazzello. Every decision over the last 8 years had led up to this moment. Joe had his arms wrapped tightly around your middle while yours were fastened around his neck. The two of you swayed together in time to the music, blocking out the gathering of family and friends surrounding you.

Taking your hand in his, Joe spun you out and spun you back in before dipping you and planting a kiss on your lips. The crowd whooped and whistled but neither of you took any notice as you guided each other across the floor. When your fingertips brush over your husband's ring, you couldn't help but grin.

"What are you smiling at Mrs. Mazzello?"

"Your wedding ring Mr. Mazzello."

Joe brought your hand to his lips and kissed your own ring before pulling you close to him once more to kiss you sweetly as the song ended and your families cheered.

"Thank God for that damn hurricane."

-Sarah💛

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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

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

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

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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244 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 25. Mai 2022

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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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everything is gonna be alright (dumb with love pt. 2) [joe mazzello x reader]

s o b it’s here!! i’m so sorry this is late :’) i think i kind of like this one more? i dunno! but i’m just going to say that you probably don’t need to read the first part to this story! it works separately! hope you enjoy, because i swear i suck at series. if i have any mistakes i need to edit, do tell! thank you for being patient!

word count: 2211

summary: another visit to your grandmother, and this time, joe will be coming along!

tw: none, except maybe mentions of possible death and a sick family member.

reblogs, comments, and any interaction is greatly appreciated if it is sincere!! please don’t feel obligated to do so if you don’t want to :)

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How did this happen? You weren’t sure.

No, actually, you were exactly sure.

It was those damn letters. The letters that got you to take more than one look at your neighbor. The one letter that sparked the whole thing in all.

And now, here you were. Ah, yes, you, your boyfriend of a couple of years, and full-grown dog who insisted on sleeping right between the two of you, legs sprawled out.

Joe was supposedly asleep beside you, with Hades facing him, his nose and paws twitching as he seemed to be having a dream.

Meanwhile, you were getting no sleep. Laying on your side, you were texting with your father. Apparently, you grandmother was only getting sicker.

It seemed like she had been doing well, but now her health was spiralling down, almost twice as worse. And you didn’t want to imagine what might happen if it kept going.

Papa Can you make it next week?

Me I can see :(

Papa Ok dear, tell me when you arrive. Your mother, sister and I will be here.

Me For sure <3 but how long does she have left?

Papa A few more weeks, maybe, if she’s lucky. I dunno, n/n. But she wants to see you and Joe.

Me Got it-- i’ll update you soon. Love you, Papa

Papa Love you, too, sweetheart.

Although it didn’t look like it, you were more than worried. Only a few weeks left? That wasn’t enough time. Not enough time for her to see her grandkids grow up. Not enough time to see them get married, not enough time to travel back to her home country one last time without being miserable. Just not enough time.

It hurt.

“Y/n? Baby, why are you awake?” Joe asked, squinting at his phone screen to see what time it was.

Wiping away the developing tears, you turned off your phone and turned to face your boyfriend.

“No reason,” you murmured, looking over Hades’ head and fur to initiate eye contact with him. Of course, his face screamed that he knew you were lying.

“It’s like, two in the morning, and you usually love sleep. What’s wrong?” he mumbled quietly, reaching over the dog to intertwine hands.

“My grandma is sick,” you finally admitted. “Well, getting sicker, that is.”

His eyes became more awake at this. Usually, that wasn’t a strange statement to him, but from the time you were telling him this and the way you said the sentence itself, it sounded worse than all the other times he had heard it.

Squeezing you hand gently, he asked, “How much longer?”

“A couple of weeks.”

Some silence to let the information settle in his mind.

“Well, we better visit her soon, then, right?” he said, almost optimistically.

Exhaling, a bit amused, you nodded. “Yeah, soon. But I’ve got a lot of requests, and I’ll have to reschedule some appointments-”

“It’ll be okay, they’ll understand,” Joe insisted, knowing where you were going with this. If you had to take a trip somewhere on a short notice, it usually meant disappointing some costumers and even angering a few, too. Which you always hated doing, putting yourself to the highest standards.

“But what about all th-”

“It’ll be okay,” he repeated. “I promise. Besides, i’m here to help take care of everything anyway,” he reassured, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand comfortingly. “We can figure this out when the sun is actually awake. I’ll be here, it’ll be alright.”

“Okay,” you agreed tiredly, still a little on edge with everything. But your body seemed to say sleep was the number one priority.

“Okay,” he echoed quietly, releasing your hand momentarily to brush the hair away from your face before intertwining hands again. “Goodnight, n/n. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Joe.”

Days later, you were back in your hometown, with Joe helping your carry luggage out and into your father’s car.

“There you guys are! The rest of us are waiting with your grandmother in her room,.” you father laughed, giving you a kiss on the forehead when he exited the vehicle.

“Hey, Papa,” you said brightly, giving him a brief hug before putting the last of the luggage into the trunk.

“Where’s that little dog of yours?”

“He’s with one of my friends, so he’ll be fine,” Joe answered, coming back from putting his share away.

“Ah, Joseph!” your father said enthusiastically, giving him a tight hug as well, to which Joe returned gratefully.

When you first introduced your boyfriend to your family, they were ecstatic that you had found someone. Admittedly, you father was harder to get to, but it wasn’t long before they were asking you about him if he was at work, or asking when marriage and children were coming along.

It was a bit embarrassing at times, admittedly.

Upon arriving at your grandmother’s hospital room, the first thing you noticed was your poor grandma and the gifts all around her. It seemed her old friends and neighbors had gotten message of her worsening condition, as well.

Sitting right next to her was your mother and younger sister.

“Oh, Joe, Y/n, you’re here,” your mother said first, relieved. She gave the both of you a hug, giving you a kiss on the cheek and squeezing your boyfriend’s arm, as if trying to make sure you were both really there.

“Hey, m/n,” he greeted, resting a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

“Mama,” you said, giving her an almost melancholy smile.

“Jeez, not even a hello?” s/n said, feigning annoyance as she stood.

You rolled your eyes playfully at your sister, giving her a hug as well. “If you were patient, then you would’ve gotten one,” you said, mocking her a little while doing so.

“Whatever, this is why Joe is my favorite out of the both of you,” she teased, hugging you in return before giving the same greeting to your boyfriend.

You gasped. “I am offended!” you said, as the two of them let out a hearty laugh.

“Well, I am honored,” Joe answered, playing along.

The laughter of you all quieted down quickly, since the last person you were to greet was your dear grandmother. She was sitting up in her bed, a fond smile on her face as she watched the interactions between the two of you.

“The gang’s all together?” she questioned, shakily opening her arms for a hug. You took up the space immediately, wrapping your arms around her gently. Her scent was exactly the same as always, with that hint of cinnamon and the garden she usually kept behind her home.

“Oh, yes, Grandma,” you nodded, trying to imprint this moment into your mind forever, since you didn’t really exactly know how long she was going to stay here.

“Where’s my great-grandbabies?” she scolded out of the blue.

You gave out a laugh. “We don’t have children yet!” you exclaimed, pulling away to let Joe take your place.

“Oh, well, you guys will do,” she sighed, grinning as she saw Joe come for the hug. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, mumbling something about youngsters these days taking longer than in her time.

It was peaceful, it was quiet. Somewhere, in the back of everyone’s minds (except perhaps the woman in question), you all knew that these moments will be the most precious ones created in all this year.

Despite being so sick, it seemed like she could talk forever, talking about her childhood friends, what her husband would’ve done if he were still alive, or whatever a neighbor told her last month about the damn animals getting into their gardens and eating the plants.

This went on for the days you stayed there. You all stayed in hotels, but occasionally visited her home to check up on everything that was left there.

Your stay lasted only four days, as you and Joe had work, of course, but you were leaving terribly late in the night. Because of this, you both had opted to spend pretty much the whole day with her, starting really early in the morning. The rest of your family would come later to see you off.

Oddly, your grandma seemed to only want to see Joe for a moment.

“Out of the room, n/n, I need to give this boy a talking before y’all go,” she said, insisting you leave the room.

Reluctantly respecting your grandmother’s wishes, you left and shut the door behind you.

Once you were allowed back in, Joe didn’t say anything, and neither did you grandma. You were worried she threatened him or something, but doubted it a lot since they both seemed to be in good spirits. Hell, Joe seemed even happier than before.

And when the rest of your family had arrived hours later, Joe stood up from his place, receiving another kiss on the cheek from your grandmother. You could’ve sworn she said, ‘good luck’.

Clearing his throat, he turned to you, almost nervous.

“Y/n,” he started, pausing to make sure he had everyone’s attention. “I bet you can remember the first thing that really had us talking. You needed to visit your grandmother and I had decided I would dog-sit Hades.”

Another pause.

“And I bet you remember the misplaced letter, and the one I gave you the moment I got the courage to ask you out,” he continued. “And I bet you remember that that was a long time ago. Well, really only a couple of years ago, but still.” A gradual smile seemed to grow on his face and the others around you.

However, this moment seemed to be taking longer to process for you.

“Well, I think those letters were the greatest thing to happen to me. If it hadn’t gotten us to notice each other, I bet I wouldn’t be standing here right now. I bet I wouldn’t have been walking barefoot with you in a park as we laughed at all our past mistakes. I bet I wouldn’t be nearly as much in your life as I am now.” Suddenly, his hand went to his pocket, reaching for something.

Oh. Oh.

“And every day, I keep reminding myself how lucky it is that that had happened. How lucky I am to know you and be apart of your life,” he added. “Because of that, I’d like to make sure that I stay in your life till the end of time, and that, hopefully, you’d like to stay in mine, too.”

And suddenly, he was down on one knee, a velvet box open in his hand with a modest ring sitting on a little cushion.

“So, that begs the question, y/n.” You barely registered the gasp coming from mother, and the eager recording of the situation by your sister.

“Will you marry me?”

Those words. Oh, you had dreamt of those words ever since you could comprehend the meaning of love and marriage as a little girl. They set your heart on fire, and to say you were surprised was an understatement. It made you shoot out of your seat, your hand coming to your mouth in shock.

He had a nervous smile on his face as he looked up at you, waiting patiently for your answer.

“Yes,” you said. “I- oh my lord, yes!” you repeated, almost not believing the situation at hand.

That was all Joe needed, because not even a second later he was standing again, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a loving kiss. Cheers had erupted in the room and somehow from in the hall beside you (some people had noticed this little proposal).

The ring was perfect, nothing too flashy, but more than enough. And it fit perfectly on your ring finger.

Your father gave Joe a pat on the back, more than happy with the outcome, and your sister waited excitedly for you to show her your new ring. There were near tears in your mother’s eyes, and your grandma? She looked the happiest she could’ve ever been since becoming confined to the hospital building. You caught a little twinkle in her eyes, which told her that perhaps she had something to do with this. Actually, she definitely had something to do with it.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” your new fiance said, repeated the words under his breath when you parted from the kiss. His forehead leaned on yours as he looked into your eyes. For a moment, everyone had forgotten their troubles.

“How long did you plan this?” you asked quietly and curiously.

“I didn’t!” he laughed. “Well, proposing? For a long time, actually, but not how. Your grandmother organized it this morning, had even talked to your family before asking me to pop the question. The ring was her mother’s. Think she said she found it only a few days before being moved to the hospital. Did you like it?” “The ring or the proposal?” “Both,” he shrugged.

“I loved it,” you said, entangling your hands in his hair. “And I love you.”

“Good. Because I love you, too!”

In that moment, you knew everything was gonna be alright.

Everything was gonna be okay.

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the end!! i might add another part fast forward in time, ngl. if you guys want to see that, then sure! i will probably also be adding joe’s p.o.v. when he was talking with your grandma about the sudden proposal.

and just to make sure: they did not make him propose, obviously, if it seemed like that. she of course cleared it up and made sure it was something he wanted to do!!

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nothing else will do, all I want is you this christmas. | j.m. x fem!reader

a/n; hi. so you probably seen the post where I explained I deleted my last piece for Joe. I was not happy with it and I had another idea just floating in my head. this I think is my fav yet, so I hope you enjoy! I also re-tagged everyone from the last post, hope that’s cool! you’re the best!

prompt; joe can’t make it home for Christmas.

words; 1.7k

mentions; lucy boynton, ben hardy, gwilym lee & rami malek. (this is set around borhap’s production)

this tale includes lots of fluff which may lead to a lot laughs and a bunch of sweet kisses.

inspiration;

You were heartbroken by the news of Joe not being able to come home for Christmas. This was going to be your first, elaborate holiday spent apart across the pond.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” Joe repeated for the fourth time in the last 30 minutes through the blue screen of your laptop during a somber video chat.

Joe has been working on a major project, Bohemian Rhapsody, in London while you were back home in New York. This was Joe’s biggest part yet and it was supposed to stop, momentarily, for a lengthy week of rest for the cast. Unfortunately they have a deadline to catch up to and can’t halt the production.

Smiling soft and shaking your head. “It’s not your fault. We’ll celebrate it once you get back!” Trying to change the mood of things, Joe smirked briefly before his eyes trailed off the screen.

You felt so bad, in the way that technology advanced in today’s world, you were wishing you could reach through the screen and hug him, hug all of his sadness away and kiss the straightness of his lips till it giggled against your lips, curling up. Telling him it was going to be okay. Nothing made you more upset then seeing your boyfriend, blaming himself for something that was out of his hands.

“Joey?” Watching his eyes look up at the sound of your voice. Breaking the silence, “Hm.” meeting the lens like he was looking into yours with all of his attention. “Please don’t beat yourself up for it, it’s okay.”

It wasn’t, not for him anyways.

Joe and you have been together for a little over a year. You met through mutual friends at a party and hit it off instantly. He wasn’t expecting you to come in his life. Joe had his fair share of relationships and flings to keep him steady, he was ready to settle the bat down after a shit game on the field of love. But he met you right before he benched himself. You’ve become his best friend, his confidant, his lover and all good things between or beyond since. He was lucky to have stumbled upon your path, grateful even. It was time like these that made him question if he deserved you.

In the many years of his acting career, this current film was the most challenging he’s ever experienced. The longest he’s ever been away from home too. It was worse taking up jobs like this knowing he had someone to come home. He doesn’t know how you’ve stayed this long. He swore the first time that he spent away from you, would be the last he’d ever see you. He would’ve understood you leaving too. You stayed though, he never understood that by a long shot but you did and he wanted nothing more than to be back home with you.

Falling into another silence, you spoke up again. “What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

“How you do it.” He remarked, gingerly. His chin resting on hands, peering back at you. You raised your brow in confusion, wondering where this was going. “Do what?” Your naivety getting the best of you.

He smirked at your dumbfounded expression, you really had no idea what you meant to him.

“Stay.” He said, feeling your lips turn up into a smirk you couldn’t put a stop to even if you wanted to.

Sometimes you really thought you weren’t good enough in the ways that Joe was good to you. You couldn’t begin on how much he meant to you. How important and how amazing he was to you. You had your share of boyfriends using your heart as a welcome mat. When Joe came into your life it was like nobody could ever show you greater if anything wrong were to happen to your relationship. He was your beacon of light, the most kind, most affection, fun and generous soul you ever had the honor of having in your life. To call yours, for hopefully forever if he’d have you. You couldn’t walk away from him.

You smiled, brightly at the fluffy red hair with a funny, but adorable perm right now and his hazel eyes gazing back at you. “Because,” you began. “I love you.” watching his cheeks grow a deep shade of pink as he wasn’t used to hearing that.

Soon after, Joe and you bid your goodbyes before closing down your laptop. You sighed to yourself, dimly. Your eyes following the glistening, warm Christmas lights scattered against walls in the living room up until you focused on tree. Covered in odd ornaments, admiring it. You wished you could bring Christmas to him.

That’s when it hit you, what if you could? Joe couldn’t fly out but nothing was stopping you from flying out to him! You were overjoyed by the idea, checking your calendar and immediately texting the best person you know would be down to help.

Lucy Goosy: Are you up??? I just had the best idea!!

Lucy was over the moon by your idea of coming to London to bring Christmas cheer to Joe. She was also so excited to have another female around on set for the next week to be honest.

You two had met earlier on in the year before Bohemian Rhapsody began to be filmed. It was a little get together between the cast and crew, you two hit it off well and absolutely adored each other. She would help you out sometimes on keeping a good eye on Joe and his well being. She was always rooted for Joe and you, she knew first hand how much you meant to him.

When you landed on english soil on Christmas Eve. Lucy had her driver pick you up at the airport. You sat in the back of the black SUV, your nerves shot and all over the place, anxious and excited all in one over what today was going to be like. You hadn’t seen him, physically, in months and you couldn’t wait much longer, it was driving you mad not seeing that goofy smile and those hazel eyes for so long.

You texted Lucy when you had arrived outside of the place where her and the boys were filming.

She had everything figured out, even jobs for the boys. Lucy was going to do everything in her willpower to make sure this goes perfect as planned.

Still waiting for the go to exit the SUV, Lucy opened the door.

“Y/N!” Lucy shouted, excited as you shared the same enthusiasm, leaping into her arms. “It’s so great to see you!”

Gwilym was standing behind her, I shot him a smile before I pulled away and gave him a hug too.

Lucy placed my hands into hers, “Okay, so Rami and Ben have Joe out and about for lunch.” Smiling big, “We have an hour!”

We came up with the idea of decorating Joe’s trailer. “Okay! Let’s get rolling!”

Gwil, Lucy and you all hurried with bags full of twinkle lights and frilly decor to Joe’s trailer. Gwilym being the tall chap that he is, helped with hanging garlands and lights from the walls and draping from the ceiling. Lucy and you fluffed out a tree she had found from somewhere, cluttering it with lights and ornaments.

You were hooking a few ornaments, cute little Yankees ones too. “Lu, these are so cute!” Holding up one to her, she flashed a smile. “I heard wedding bells when I seen them!” Winking at you, “I believe I saw him looking at rings on his phone!” And your cheeks grew rosy as you placed the ornament onto the tree.

Time had passed and you had finished up with ten minutes to spare.

Gwilym was adding extra bows to empty areas and Lucy was adding an extra “dazzle” she quoted, with some candles.

We all stood in the main room at the glistening lights “It’s so cute!!” You cried, wrapping your arms around their middles and pulling them to your sides, gleefully. “Seriously couldn’t have done it without you guys,” leaning your head onto Lucy’s shoulder. “I owe you all lunch before I go!”

Gwilym chuckled, “No need! Just get our boy to cheer up, will ya?” You smiled, toothlessly. Nodding, “Absolutely.”

Lucy’s phone dinged, “Alright, they’re on their way back!” They scurried around quickly, grabbing trash and what nots before hugging you, “He’ll be here right after he gets in to change.” Gwilym announced, “hang tight!”

You sat on Joe’s sofa with a smile plastered to your face, in awe about the way the place came out. You were overwhelmed wanting to see his face.

Shortly you heard muffled sounds outside, you immediately went into action. Turning out the light switch and standing in place.

Your heart grew faster at how close you heard Joe’s sweet voice getting to the trailer.

“Hold on, I’ve gotta change back into my costume.” He yelled outside the door, hearing the door knob move.

You stayed carefully still, afraid he’d make out your shadow. “I thought I left the lamp on?” Muttering to him once he entered the room, hearing his feet shuffle across the floor as he reached for the light switch.

“Oh my god!” Joe nearly screeched at the sight and then when he seen you, he gasped “Y/N!” Beaming at the sight of his excitement taking over him.

He almost knocked you over with how fast he hurried to you, engulfing you into the warmest hug that you felt in ages. “Oh my god, you’re here!” Feeling his words in your hair, his hands roaming you like he was making sure you were really here.

“When did you get in?” His mouth was running for miles, How did you do all of this?!” He finished, then. Pulling away to go look around him at all the decorations, overwhelmed by everything.

You stood by, adoring him as he admired everything. “I had a little help, thanks to Lucy and the boys.”

He gasped, “they knew you were coming this whole time?!” Giggling as he watching him talk with his hands, one landing to his chest. “Come here,” waving his hand over towards you.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, he brought his hands to your cheeks. Tilting your head up towards his. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You didn’t know how to answer his question, but you knew he needed to be happy in the same way he made you feel.

Moving your hands to his dark red fluffy locks, simply smiling as you brought his lips to yours before pulling away to look at his eyes, the hazel ones you called home and loved with your all.

“Merry Christmas, Joe.”

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Six Questions // TM!JFM

Pairing: Tim Murphy x Fem!Reader Word Count: 6.7K Style: One-Shot (prompt: based on this amazing post by the lovely @love-me-a-good-prompt) Warnings: Angst (my first genuine attempt so go easy on me), fluff, mentions of intimate situations (in reference to art) Summary: Y/N works as a muralist at Tim’s museum, and he loves watching her work. After working up the courage to speak with her, they strike up a partnership neither one expected. After days and days of work, one extremely involved mural forces Y/N to stay late, and Tim offers to keep her company. A game of sorts ensues. Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: I’m really on a Tim kick, huh? Who’s complaining, though, because it ain’t me.

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What started as just a job to help kill some free time while finding a job that earned you money had become something you could genuinely say you looked forward to every single day. Originally, the offer from the museum included a grand total of zero dollars, but after completing two larger projects for them, they decided they wanted to keep you. Then the offer became something you would have to have been idiotic to refuse. Not to mention the money, the people you worked with were genuinely happy-go-lucky people, clearly in love with the work they do. It was also nice to see tons of people, big and small, young and old, light up when they saw an exhibit they particularly liked. You got to do this all from the sidelines, not having to deal with any anxiety from meeting people. One day, though, you could feel eyes peering into the back of your head. It almost felt familiar, to a degree, like the eyes had looked at you before. Except this was the first time you really felt it. You were up high on a scaffold, so you carefully turned around to see if what you were feeling was really the case. That’s when you saw him; the auburn-haired boy with a visible scar on his cheek who was destined to become your personal confidant, standing there, shy as a mouse.

You really were not sure what to do. One option was lower the scaffold down to get to the ground, but that would take a minute and the descent would be awkward. Not to mention, he could just walk away at any point, which would have been a waste of time to move halfway to the ground to just have to move back up. Another option was to simply return to your work and act like he was not staring at you. A third option would be to call out to him, see if he responds at all, or if he is simply just caught in thought. You have been there, so you did not have a reason to judge him for it. You decided on your third option, risking embarrassing him and yourself, but not wanting to feel the intense gaze on yourself any longer. You wanted to ask him ‘can I help you with something?’ but something in his gaze made you pity him. It was not a sad expression, but one filled with almost a yearning sensation. The seriousness of his expression changed what your brain allowed your mouth to say without even realizing it until the entire sentence had escaped your lips.

“Are you alright?”

Clearly taken aback by your sudden question, the boy blinked rapidly at you and his cheeks flushed with color. You felt terrible for making that happen, but it was not like you could take it back at this point.

“Oh… y-yeah! Sorry. I… I was just watching you work…” With every word he spoke, realizing how what he said might have come across as stalkerish, he got quieter and quieter. Something you would come to learn was a habit of his. He had an intense sense of doubt whenever he spoke to people, not thinking that his words were worth the time of anyone or anything but his own brain. “I’m not good at art, and it kind of… mesmerizes me when I see people paint. How it works. I’m no good at things that involve the use of my hands. So—” As he continued to talk, he realized the look on your face was one of pure shock and confusion. He assumed that it completely stemmed from the fact that he was rambling on and on about himself, something that you clearly have no reason to care about. Your eyes had gone wide, and your eyebrows furrowed lightly in the middle, raised up high. Your body still stiff as a board turned around, not moving once while he spoke.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, I need to shut up. I’ll just go—”

“Wait, please!” You never meant to sound that desperate. “Um… it’s okay, you know.”

“What is?”

“Watching me work. Kinda makes me feel validated.” You chose your next words carefully, wanting to make sure of two things; one, you wanted to make sure you did not insinuate something that you did not mean, and two, you wanted to ensure that the boy would come back and see you again. “I wouldn’t mind having company the next time you’re free and I happen to be working. If you’d like.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, um… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Y-yeah!”

Never had someone reacted the way the boy did to your work. Not even your family. They knew you were a fantastic painter, but they were not ones to really express it. When the museum offered your part-time, paid position, it was with a slight bit of enthusiasm, but nothing more. Just business. This boy… clearly different.

The next day, you had come to work early, to make sure you were working when the boy showed up. It is not like the two of you set a time to meet, it was not a date or anything. Heck, you did not even know his name. You just wanted to be thoroughly engrossed in what it was you were doing so you could see the admiration on his face again. You craved that validation after not getting it for years. Then you smelled it. The smell of a burger and fries from the food truck that always liked to park at the museum. It was always so good. How did it get inside, though? Then you heard him.

“I, uh, brought you some lunch, if you want to take a break.”

You whipped around on your scaffolding, him scaring you with his words, and him clearly flustered by the whole situation.

“Sorry! Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you! I just figured… you’ve been here for over five hours and haven’t had anything to eat, so… I hope you like that food truck. Wait. Sorry, I only know you’ve been here that long because I walked in behind you. I just didn’t say anything. God, I’m a wreck, sorry.”

Now you were smiling sweetly, holding back a small laugh that would have made the boys eyes sparkle with joy had he gotten the chance to hear it. You started to lower your scaffolding while he walked a little bit closer, not knowing where your boundaries were. Once the scaffold was all the way down, you hopped lightly to the floor, walking the small distance over to the boy. You reached out to grab your bag of food and smiled lightly at him.

“Honestly, you’re such an angel for bringing me lunch. I completely forgot to pack one today. So, thank you. How much do I owe you?”

“N-nothing. My treat.”

“I can’t possibly let you get away with that. I…” You chuckled breathily. “I don’t even know your name!”

“Tim. Tim Murphy. Doctor of paleontology.”

He spoke so fast you hardly made out what he was a doctor of. But it was endearing, to say the least. He sounded bashful, even about an accomplishment as good as his.

“Well, Dr. Murphy, I really appreciate the gesture. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m no doctor. More of a dunce, really. No degree or anything, just living my dream as an artist.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Officially.”

“Yes, it is.”

Tim could feel his heart swell. Never in his life, especially not since the incident, had he been this confident around anyone outside of his family. He never even treated the people on his dig team that way. But something about the air around you made it easier for him to breathe. Easier for him to be himself. Your presence was like an ice-cold canteen in the middle of an August day in the Sahara for him. He could not even explain why.

“Te-tell you what. I insist you don’t pay me, but how about you join me for lunch instead of eating while you work? We can go sit in my office. If you’d like, of course.”

“That’s a deal, Murphy.”

Ever since that second day of interacting with you, the two of you were practically inseparable when you were working at the same time. Lunches, and sometimes even dinners were spent together, just talking about nothing or simply enjoying the sounds of museum creaking away or the buzz of bugs if you ate outside. Sometimes Tim’s coworkers would see the two of you together and make some snide comments, but neither of you paid them any mind. You were too wrapped up in the way the other spoke and held themselves to really care. It was blissful, something neither of you had really experienced previously. For Tim, it was a normal day at work, so he expected the same from you. He had promised to make homemade quesadillas and bring them for the two of you to share, and he held up his end of the bargain. He made his way over to the enormous mural you had been saddled with working on and saw that you were feverously painting away as if your life depended on it.

“Lunch is served!”

He called up to you loudly, but not loud enough to disturb the museum-goers. Except that somehow, you never heard him.

“Y/N?”

Still no response, just intense painting. Tim started to almost feel like you were ignoring him, feeling his chest deflate a little bit. Afraid that after all this time, you started despising him and his ways, just like everyone else he encountered and befriended. He made his way over to where you had been propped up on the scaffolding, nowhere near as high as the first day the two of you had met. You had told him one time that you start at the top of your murals always because if paint would ever run down before you had a chance to catch it, you could always paint over it. If paint ran down onto completed work, you would have to do it all over again, and it would be an endless cycle of a waste of time and supplies. He waited until you stepped back for a breather, which took close to four minutes, and then he knocked on the metal scaffolding, as a last resort to catch your attention. When he knocked, he earned himself a startled reaction.

“Wha—! Oh, it’s just you, Tim. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ve been calling out to you for almost ten minutes, you know.”

“You… you have?”

“Yeah. You’ve just been really wrapped up in whatever part of the mural this is. Everything okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah… it’s just that… I don’t think I am going to have time to take a lunch today.” Tim felt the sinking feeling in his chest again, which had gone away when he finally got to look in your eyes. “And I know that today was quesadilla day, and I was really looking forward to it. It’s just… look, I’ll never get this project done on time if I keep taking half hour lunches with you. Believe it or not, I am on a deadline. Please don’t think I’m angry at you if my tone makes it seem that way, I’m just overwhelmed with how big this one is and I’m doing it completely on my own, and having to buy my own materials is barely being covered by what they’re paying me. I want to spend as much time with you as we have been,” and you never even noticed Tim had pushed the ‘down’ button on the scaffold to bring you to his level, “I just need this job more than I need a delicious quesadilla and—”

“Y/N.” He cut you off with the sound of your name, the sternness in his voice, and a hand on your wrist. “Now you’re the one who’s rambling.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.” You could feel the tears threatening to fall down your face.

“Look. You need to eat and take a break. You’re going to eat lunch with me, and then work through the night if you have to. And guess who will keep you company since they have a set of keys because they’ve stayed so late in the past that the janitors just made him a set of keys?”

“You’d do that?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’ve put up with me all this time.”

“I figured you’d be sick of watching someone paint by now. Someone who doesn’t have a bunch of cool stories from adventures they’ve been on. Sick of… me.”

Tim felt that sinking feeling return for the third time, but this time it felt different, somehow. This time it was like a pang of guilt, because he truly did not mean to give off the impression that he was sick of you. Far from it.

“I don’t understand how you could think like that. I could never get sick of seeing which part of your face is going to have the paint splatter on it each day.”

You smiled sweetly and proceeded to invite Tim onto the scaffold to eat with you, that way you could get right back to work afterwards. The two of you had lunch like it was any other day, and you could feel some of the tension leave your shoulders as you ate, Tim’s presence calming you down. Once both of you were finished, Tim lifted his hands in the air beside his head as if to say ‘okay, I did my part, you can keep working’ and you got the message. You cleaned up your plate and immediately went back to working. Once Tim had stood up and started to walk away from the scaffolding, you turned around and yelled over to him.

“Thank you for lunch! And… thanks for keeping me company. See you for dinner?”

“Of course.”

A smile was exchanged, and you moved the scaffold back up to where you had been working while Tim walked away. Despite being completely invested in your work, you could not wait for dinner to come around.

You completely lost yourself in your work again, failing once again to realize Tim’s presence. Heck, you did not even notice that the museum managers had locked the doors when they left, Tim informing them that the two of you would be staying late to meet some deadlines and that he could let you out when you were done. You had managed to get to a spot on the mural where you could have the scaffold at its lowest point, so anyone could take a small step upward and be on it with you. He did not want to scare you because he was afraid you would jump and then streak a color across the mural that was not intentional. So, again, he waited, this time with a bag of warm and fresh Chinese food in hand, until he knew that it would be safe to get your attention. Except that this time it took over ten minutes, and your body language gave off the indication that you were not in the mood to stop. He just stood behind you, watching the intensity on your face. It was laced with something else, though, and he could not place it right away. He moved his eyes back to the portion of the mural you were working on, and after looking at the art itself, he looked to your hand that held the brush. And he knew it was time to intervene, not just because the food was going to get cold, but because he could see the effects of exhaustion taking over. He knew them all too well. He would constantly have to be told by his dig-mates that he needed to take breaks and get some water because he would become so invested in the site he was working on that he would go hours without drinking anything. That is not something anyone should do, which is common knowledge to everyone else, but it was not easy for Tim to pry himself away. So, he knew where you were coming from in terms of loving what you do so much that you never want to stop. He quietly placed the food down next to him, and carefully took a few steps to close the space between the two of you, so as to not alert you to his presence fully. He squatted down and lightly laid his hand on your shoulder in an effort to calmly halt your movements. It worked better than he planned, so he continued his efforts to pry you away from the wall. You had not made a noise, had not turned to look at him, but you knew by the gentle nature of the movements that it was Tim behind you. You confirmed your suspicions when you saw a set of hands reach for your own, the one holding the brush. Scarred and beautiful. One of the hands reached to grab the brush, lightly squeezing the metal part situated between the bristles and the wood handle so he avoided getting paint all over his hand, and to leave room for his other hand to take hold of the one which held the brush. While placing the brush in the warm water you had laid out, his other hand gently wrapped around yours, easing the shaking. But he could still feel you trembling underneath the one hand, so he brought his other hand to clasp around yours and you could feel him start to massage the cramping muscles in your palm. Then he would take each finger one by one and work out the tension. Alternating back and forth between wide-scale massaging and focused attention on a small muscle that was clearly overworked. Eventually the shaking subsided tremendously, and Tim reverted back to wide-scale rubbing on the back of your hand and your palm. He spoke just above a whisper so as not to startle you and to let you know that it is okay to relax a bit.

“You need to take a break. You’re gonna end up breaking your hand if you keep going at this rate. Sit down with me, okay?”

Reluctantly, you let yourself start to lower to the ground, Tim not letting go of your hands once, and still massaging them. The feeling was soothing – so much so that you actually started to feel the exhaustion Tim knew you had to have been feeling. He was not trying to lull you to sleep, it was just beginning to happen naturally. He had not taken his eyes off of you, wanting to make sure that you knew he was there for you to help you through the stress and exhaustion. You were finally feeling like you could relax to the point of tears slipping down your face because you had not felt this calm in weeks. Your newly relaxed natured ushered a question out of your mouth without you even realizing it.

“Wanna play this weird game I saw on the news the other day?”

“Depends on how weird your definition of weird is.”

“Basically, I saw this thing on the news that said there is a game that can bring two people closer than a marriage of fifty years. It’s really simple… maybe, considering the state of being I am currently in, the game would not be the worst idea.”

“How do you play?”

“Well, basically, there is one rule for the game, and it’s 100% honesty. Each person gets to ask the other three questions of their choosing, and the other has to answer in their complete truth. No holding back from either party. It’s a test of someone’s willingness to be vulnerable and open with someone, even if they haven’t known them more than five minutes.”

“Would it keep you from stressing over this job?” You nodded your head slowly, making eye contact with him. “Well, then I’m game.”

The two of you move so you are sitting face to face, and still close enough together so that Tim could still massage your hand, since he can tell what effect it was having on you. The two of you both thought in silence for a moment, before you quietly spoke up, asking your first question.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you on a dig?”

“Oh… that’s easy. Hard to admit, but easy to answer.” You were still just blankly staring at him, and he was determined to get a smile on your face, even if it meant embarrassing himself in front of the most magnificent girl he had ever met. “This was… years ago. One of the first digs I ever went on as an actual PhD board-certified paleontologist, so probably about six years ago or so. I was prepared for everything, right? Like I had changes of clothes, a toothbrush, a tent. I was prepared. Then one day, in a desert that rain hardly ever touches, the sky just opened up. There were mudslides everywhere, but thankfully no equipment or things in tents were ruined. The sites were, though, and I happened to be working on one when it started pouring. And my ‘seat’ became one of those mudslides. I slid down a hill about thirty feet, completely covering my one side.”

He could see the sternness in your eyes die down a little bit, sparkling a little bit brighter than before. He knew the story was working. “So, after I managed to pull myself up from the ground when the rain finally stopped, I made my way over to the shower, honestly a little surprised that no one was using it. I stripped down behind the door, needing to feel like I wasn’t a man made of mud. I started to shower, like I normally would, and didn’t catch the noise of the door hinges moving. I had just finished getting the shampoo out of my hair when I turned around to turn the water off and then I saw her.”

The light in your eyes continued to remain, but the calmness in your face faltered a little bit at the word ‘her.’ You could not explain why, but thankfully Tim did not catch it. It was not like the two of you were dating, and this story took place years ago. You did not have anything to worry about, at least that is what you told yourself.

“One of the only girls on the dig that year had gotten herself into a pretty similar situation as me, and was so determined to wash the mud off herself that she failed to notice the water running. She swung the door open and stared just long enough so I knew who she was and she recognized me, but we both had the same idea right after; shut the door. I leaned forward, trying to grab the door, and she slammed it. Hit me right in the face, hard enough to knock me down to the ground. Had to reshower and everything. I couldn’t even bring myself to forgive her on the grounds of her looks or personality. She was not my type in the slightest.”

You were stifling back a giggle at this point at Tim’s exasperated manner of storytelling. It also had something to do with the fact that he admitted freely that she was not his type, giving you hope for something that you could not explain. He was still massaging your hand, too.

“Well, at least I got you to smile. I’d say that makes the story worth telling. Now it’s my turn. I want to know… What’s the most intimate thing you’ve ever painted and why?”

You had to think about it for a minute, because you had been painting seriously since you were about fourteen. It had been a long time since you considered yourself fully dedicated, and as commission work would come in, requests became more and more intense. Realistic. After about a minute of thinking while feeling Tim’s hands still press on yours, you realized what it was.

“It was a commission… for this guy. He had recorded himself, and he made a rather hefty request of me.”

“Wait.”

“Hm?”

“How did you know this guy?” It almost seemed like Tim was feeling the same way about the word ‘guy’ as you did about the word ‘her,’ but you did not make much out of it.

“Personally, I didn’t. It was an online commission. Basically, he had recorded something and wanted me to watch it. The specific request basically said ‘watch this entire thing and I want you to paint us,’ referring to himself and the girl in the video, ‘in what you consider to be the most erotic moment in the video.’ I had a basic idea of what I was going to be watching, but when I saw that the video was over twenty minutes long, I really didn’t want to continue with the request. But, after I told him that I would be charging him extra because of the absurdity of the request and he didn’t decline the price, I was committed. One of the biggest commissions I have ever gotten to this day, actually more than the first check this museum gave me. But I guess I still have to tell you what it was, huh?” You swallowed, remembering the video more so than the rendition you did. “He… him and the girl… I assume they wanted a painting of them while actually having sex, but he told me to paint what I considered the most erotic. There was a part before they actually hooked up where she was… um… straddling his lap, and he was sitting up, head level with her chest. They were really in the moment, both still wearing their underwear though, if that matters. But at one point she held his face and he looked up at her like she hung the stars in the sky. It was one of those moments where, at least for now, all that mattered in the world was each other, and that was what I ended up painting. So… yeah.”

Tim was looking at you with such an intensity that you could feel it in your chest, how fast your heart was beating. You could not tell if the image of the painting in his head was doing that or what, but it was a look on the boy’s face that you took a mental image of for a sketch later down the road.

“Oh… wow. That’s, um… quite intriguing that you chose that part. I, uh… gosh, it got warm in here now that everyone’s gone, huh? That’s not it should… work…”

“If the idea of my painting is bothering you that much, how do you think I felt watching that video, huh, Murphy?”

That calmed him down, hearing you revert back to your normal self after talking so quietly. It was like you were not tired anymore, lighting up in the presence of the smartest and dorkiest paleontologist the museum could have thrown at you. He loved having this effect on you, because never in his life, or his wildest dreams, could he imagine doing that for someone like you. Someone perfect.

“I think it’s your turn to ask me question two.”

“Ah! Right… let me think. …I almost don’t want to ask this, but before I do, you should know why I’m asking. I think they’re incredible and tell a story unlike any other, and I think they’re beautiful.” As you spoke your preface, you reached up with the hand that has been free this whole time to stop Tim’s motions on your hands to place his in your own and lightly stroke them with your thumbs. Clearly grazing over the pale white lines on them. “What’s the worst thing someone has done to you or said to you regarding your scars?”

You were still holding his hands, and you could feel them tense and get a little sweaty. In fact, you could see that his posture had changed, like his whole body had stiffened. It was not out of fear or remembrance of painful memories. It was disgust, which meant that there was a particular instance that came to mind, and it almost made you want to retract your question. Tim spoke before you could, allowing you to hear the real answer.

“I was having a sleepover with people who I thought were my real friends, yet I woke up to a room that smelled like sharpie.” You shot him a confused look. “I got up to find that no one was in my living room with me, all of their belongings were gone, and I could see a note on the floor where their bodies should have been. It read ‘look in the mirror, freak.’ I went into my bathroom and noticed a couple of black lines on my face and neck. Then I noticed them on my collarbone, my arms, my hands, my legs, and even my feet. They had found a sharpie and marked every single scar that I had while I slept, pointing out every single flaw that I have. Every single one of my insecurities, and called me a freak to top it all off.”

You could see the tears starting to form, and you despised yourself for wanting to ask that question. You hated yourself for a number of reasons; you had made Tim remember something he clearly did not need to, you had almost made him cry, you had made him admit his biggest insecurity, all of it because you wanted to play a stupid game.

“Tim… I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean…”

“But you know why I’m okay? You know why I’m not going to cry?”

You just looked at him, tears threatening to slip from your eyes, now.

“Someone has recently taught me that people like that don’t matter. They taught me to ignore the snickers we heard at work because they’re just jealous. And that same person just told me that they think my scars… are beautiful.”

“…”

“You really think they’re beautiful?”

“Is that your second question, Murphy?”

“No, but I have to know that answer more.”

“I couldn’t lie to you if my life depended on it, so yeah, I do.”

He let a single tear slip from his eye, wiped it away quickly, and proceeded to ask his next question. No preface other than a serious expression painted onto his face.

“Have you ever thought that maybe you will never make it as an artist?”

“Every single day.” No hesitation. No pause. No stopping to think. It was a question that plagued you from the moment you got your first commission, shockingly enough. “Not a single day goes by when I wonder if the commissions will ever stop. Painting for myself is great, don’t get me wrong. But I have no other skills. No backup plan. That’s why I fought so hard to get this job. They have me booked to paint the whole museum at some point, and once the unchanging exhibits are complete, they will give me advance notice about the ones that do so I can come repaint the walls. But that’s the only stability I have. Another museum may come and scout the work and hate it, making sure that I get no other museum recommendations. Plus, not too many people send in personal requests. I have to hope that I get long term contracts, or… I’m just done. Penniless. Homeless.”

Tim was looking at you with a melancholy expression. He had something in his heart he wanted to say, but it was not like the two of you were together. His offer would even be weird for people who had been dating for over a year. He held back, as hard as it was.

“Is my answer okay?”

“Oh… yeah! I mean… in the sense that you told the truth. Clearly. But… can I tell you something? It might be weird.”

“I’m the one that suggested this weird game, so obviously go ahead.”

“If the museum ever lets you go, and no commissions are coming in, and your strapped in more ways than one, come… stay with me. I have enough space. I can help you. The offer will stand, even if you marry someone and have kids with him. My home will always be open to you, okay?”

If the tears were not threatening to spill earlier, they sure were now. All you could do to hold back a choked sob was grab onto his hands and squeeze. A way of saying thank you without having to actually say it. He completely understood. Then it was time to move onto the final question for each of you, and both of you had known what you were going to ask when you first agreed to the game. They were both loaded questions, but for completely different reasons. Based on his reaction to the previous one you asked, you mentally braced yourself for the worst with this third one. He was doing the same.

“Tim… I want you to tell me about Jurassic Park.”

And he did. He told you about the giant t-rex that ate a guy in a latrine. He told you about the fact that his parents were going through a divorce and that was the only reason him and Lex were there. He told you about being constantly rejected in the beginning by a man he looked up to. He told you about Lex’s screams and how they kept him up at night. He told you about being stuck in a functionless car while a t-rex was stomping around it and knocking it around. He told you about falling many feet in a metal car, to be suspended for God knows how long with no help. He told you about how he threw up. He told you about falling through the tree and almost being crushed by the car. He told you about being trapped in a kitchen with velociraptors that were four times his size and eight times his weight. He told you about being electrocuted by a fence and falling almost ten feet. He told you about the rain.

He was sobbing. Hyperventilating. You regretted it completely. You wished you could have taken it back, but there was no turning back. There was no erasing the memories for Tim. Nothing could ever take the trauma away from him. But there was one thing you could do; be there for him in this moment. You reached over and attached your hands to his face, forcing him to look at you. To make him aware that you were there and he was not back there. There were no more living dinosaurs. That he was alive and breathing. That he had you there to help him. You used your thumbs to wipe the streams of tears rolling down his now red cheeks. It was like he had opened a faucet, and he was having trouble breathing. Once he realized that you were wiping his tears, his breathing slowed, and so did the tears. You kept wiping them away, somewhat uselessly since you did not dry your hands off in between. Then your hands stilled, the two of you just watching each other. And you noticed a stray, single tear. The last one. You did not wipe it with your hand, but instead leaned over to him to kiss it away. You tasted the tang of the salt within it, but did not mind one bit because all that mattered was making Tim feel better. To take him away from the place you forced him into. You kept your face pressed against his so he could feel the warmth of your lips and face, but you could feel him pull away from you a little bit. Just enough so he could look you in the eyes. He manages to steal a glance into them, and he realizes that you are crying just as much as he is, you are just a lot better at being quiet about it. It causes more tears to slip from his own eyes, but he could not care less. All he cared about was taking care of the desperation he felt regarding the human contact and love that he had been deprived from for years. In a very unlike Tim move, he crashed his mouth into yours and kissing you with such a fervor that you started to feel lightheaded. Once the two of you pulled away from each other, he could see that he had made your lips swell lightly, making them redder than before, and he could also see the shocked expression adorning your face. He thought you hated him now. He was an emotional nightmare and felt that the right thing to do was kiss you? He could not imagine how this scenario played out well for him. He started to inch his body away from yours more, starting to relentlessly apologize for making you uncomfortable. Except that was not how you felt. Not at all. You wanted him to keep going.

“Please… don’t pull away from me.”

With the speed of a bolt of lightning, his mouth had found yours again, kissing you like there was no tomorrow and these were his last moments with you. While his kiss was passionate, it was safe. Just lips. You wanted more. With all the effort you could muster in that moment, you tried nibbling at his lower lip, wanting his lips to look just like yours by the end of it all. Pulling apart because there was no air left between you two, he pulled his head far enough back where he could look at your entire face, and tilted his head gently to the side like a curious puppy. And it was time for him to ask the final question of the game.

“Do you think you could ever fall in love with someone like me? Someone broken?”

You looked back at him, completely sure of your answer instantly. You just had to be brave and say it.

“I think I already am.”

After having let out all the pent-up emotions and putting on a show for the security guard’s cameras, you went back to working, no longer worried about the deadline, no longer trembling. You stayed seated on the scaffold, working at the bottom of the mural. Tim nestled himself into your side, resting his head in the space of your criss-crossed legs, feeling completely at ease. He leaned the back of his head against your stomach, and felt the muscles in your torso move with your arm as you painted. Eventually, you saw the warm, yellow glow of the sun through the high-up window to your right, and you looked down to see that Tim had fallen asleep, head now facing your stomach, nose pressed right above the hem of your pants. You could feel both of his arms lazily around you, an effort to make himself comfortable since he wanted to make sure his head stayed right where it was. You had stayed up all night, not panicked at all, working on some of the smaller detailing that took longer. You placed your small brush in the water for a moment, though, to look down at the sweet boy in your lap. You did not have the heart to wake him up, considering the museum employees still were not scheduled to arrive for an hour. So, you decided to gently run your hand through his hair, but not hard enough to wake him up, earning yourself a small groan from the boy in his sleep, who then nuzzled his nose more into your stomach. A feeling you could get used to.

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rossmccallsqueen · 1 year

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It’s almost ready!! I was going to post and then realized I needed to add something. It just felt like something was missing. It’s going to be good, I really hope you’ll like it.

WE BACK IN OUR BORHAP ERA BABYYYY!

#joe mazzello #Joe mazzello x reader #joseph mazzello #Danielle writes

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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Hey could i pls get a joe mazzello x short libra reader? Its kinda a werid request but i saw the other one with the leo :D

Hi there! Sure thing! I already wrote about Joe with a Libra reader.

You can read it here!

Now I will look up more things about it and add on plus the elements of dating someone shorter!

Reader here is gender neutral. No warnings, but just general fluff.

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Joe Mazzello dating a short! Libra! Reader would include...

Joe appreciates your charm and diplomacy. You have that man wrapped around your little finger and you can't convince me otherwise. But you definitely aren't manipulative to where it's toxic around Joey (we don't take kindly to abusive relationships in these parts) You can even things out when Joe doesn’t get his way sometimes. Like he will pout about not landing an audition but you will tell him "it looks like it might suck...and someone else might need it more than you!"

You appreciate Joe's love of order and the rewards that come with it. If he is looking for the spatula while cooking, you know where it is. It inspires you to even get your own life together looking at him!

You and Joe are willing and able to see the different sides of an argument. Say you have opposing opinions on if pineapple belongs on pizza. This brings about a long-winded debate (that honestly, Joe's comments make you laugh hard bc of how into it he gets). You respect each other's differences. But you like the banter and examining subjects after looking at the fact.

In fact, you mostly have good, honest conversations with Joe and can trust him even to help hide a dead body at 3 am if need be!

You both love structure and have similar tastes. You both adore going to a special museum of a painter or will watch movies together with the prettiest cinematography. You share each other's playlists and cry at how lovely it sounds in your ears and just cry and cuddle while listening to records because of how moving it is.

Joe is more on the short side! So he LOVES being the taller guy so he can protect you!!! He can feel big and tough! You know that vine of the guy going "no that's my girlfriend!" regardless of your gender, you catch Joe doing something similar. Like "no, that's MY Y/N! MY s/o! They're spoken for!" in a blanket playing with a toy sword.

Though he slouches more because he wants to get at eye level with you. He’ll tip your head to kiss you. But he’ll also pick you up and even swing you around with his guns! It feels like you are soaring up high- Joe makes you so happy it's like they are wings on your back when you're together.

You get creative when you take photos together- having to sit on his lap, find a place for him to kneel or you to stand, or else the poor photographer has their work cut out for them

But he will give you all sorts of loving nicknames as long as they don’t bother you! Like “fun-sized!” and “doughnut hole!” Your shortness is just one of many things that makes you you and Joey loves you for it!

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zodiyack · 3 years

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Requested by @imaginesbymk: Oh gosh hi! Could I request a imagine w/ Eugene Sledge falling in love with y/n and when he returns home he surprises them with flowers and asks y/n out on a date? Hope this was ok!

Pairing: Eugene Sledge x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of war

Words: 1,795

Summary: (See Request)

Note: So I got a little carried away and I’m not too proud of the ending, but I tried my best and I hope you liked it :D

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My dearest Gene,

The nights seem quiet, deafeningly so. The room feels lonesome without your presence. Although it pains me to admit it, it’s not just my chambers that are haunted with such sadness.

I feel goosebumps rise from my skin as I lie in bed, similar to the ones I’d get when you wrapped your arms around me. The hairs on my neck rise just as they did when you whispered in my ear each night, assuring me that nothing could hurt me, for you were there to fend off whatever creatures dwelled in the night. But alas, these are not from you this time. My body reacts in such ways to a frightening feeling, one I almost forgot having never felt it after the first night you snuck into my room, and the nights prior to your descent. With you away, I have no soldier to protect me whilst I rest.

My words, melancholy yet true, shan’t bring you down... I hope. Please do not assume wrongly of my intent; I am indeed very proud of you. So much so that I simply cannot help but worry.

What has my worries, you may ask?

Well, my soldier, it’s you. Whether this letter will actually find your soft hands at all, I know not, however, you told me to have hope, so I will. Before you set this parchment aside and go out to your tasks, I ask one last request.

Take your advice, and have hope. When the nights become too much, think not of the horrors, but of me, of this letter, of the nights back home wherein you protect me like you are now protecting us.

You’re so strong and brave. I find it mandatory that you know that and believe it, not just hear the words and brush it off as a compliment. Eugene Sledge, it is a fact. You hold others up as though you are Atlas and they are the world that you carry upon your shoulders. Even now, you carry a burden and you march forward nonetheless. It amazes me. Inspires me, truly.

To end this letter, I’m unsure. Do I make up some falsehood to fill you with delight? No, no, I cannot do such a thing to you, even if I wanted to. I can try all I want, but anytime a lie is formed on the tip of my tongue whenever I talk to you, it rolls backwards rather than out like I want it to.

What ever are you doing to me, Eugene Sledge?

Y/n

Darling Eugene,

You didn’t have to send me the necklace. You know that, right? Nonetheless... I have yet to take it off since I received it. It smells like you. Before the war. Your scent lulls me to sleep as though you are lying with me once more. I’m too overjoyed to remind myself of the reality. I hope you received my gift. And I hope it gives you the same affects yours does unto me.

I try to cling to the hope that you may return safe and unharmed. Any type of war is never easy, I know that, I really do, and I know you won’t be the same person you were when you left. However, you will always be my Gene. With that being said; I will never turn my back on you the way you wrote, the way you feared I would.

Lest you too lack of sleep more than before, I have included a gift of my own. See to it as...a gift to make things even. It’s only fair, seeing as you sent me an accessory you crafted. If you haven’t seen it yet- open it.

A locket can be seen as a feminine accessory, yes, but in truth, it’s attached to no sex. I do hope you like it. I’ve also debated on sending you one with a photo of us both, but settled on purchasing matching necklaces. One for you, which holds my photo, and one for me, which holds yours. Before you lecture me on spending money on you- I spent it for both my sake and yours.

I’ve read every book you gifted me throughout the years and still, you are not yet in my arms nor beside me in the study. I try to imagine, but it gets harder as time goes on. I miss you.

I hold strong aversion to the time it shall take for your return. Nothing pains me more than the suffering you must be going through, and the suffering I too am experiencing. Though my pain is less than yours, it is still great in its ability to affect me. Life without you is dull, meaningless, gut-wrenching and awfully depressing.

Have you made any friends? Other than “Peaches” and “Snafu”, whomever those men are. Perhaps you can introduce some of them to me when you’re home, I’d love to meet the men who kept you company. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. (Peaches is quite an interesting name though. I mean no ill-will behind my curiosity, but...is “Peaches” his real name?)

In reference to my previous question; I myself haven’t made any new friends. To be completely honest, I rarely leave the house. Whenever I step foot outside...it feels...well...pardon my language, like I’m entering a shit show, stepping into hell itself. I’d rather be in hell than live in a world without you.

Think not of my prior comment. Merely bask in the positive parts of this letter. For me.

All my love,

Y/n

Eugene,

I heard you boys are coming home? I do hope the news is true. I fear I cannot face yet another disappointment, nor much longer without you. As time has gone by, nights spent without you beside me, days awfully bore...your face seems to fade as though it plots to abscond.

Funny. It’s seldom that I think of anything else, and it still rebuffs all my attempts to conjure your image into my brain. Whilst I have photographs to assist in my efforts, I can’t quite see your beauty in full, as though the photo is faceless. I miss your charming features and I loathe myself for having struggled to remember them now, even if it happened against my own wishes.

Albeit my words, which were truthful, I still see you in my dreams. Only, when I wake, your face abates until it’s lost in the nothingness, lightyears away from my grasp.

My sincerest apologies for the briefness of this letter and its majority of sorrowful content. I would write you a thousand joyous letters if only I had the strength to tell you falsities.

Awaiting your return,

Y/n

Each letter he received from her warmed his heart and never failed to put a smile on his face. Despite being in a literal warzone, joy never left his heart. The nights where he couldn’t sleep due to the things he had to see, the things his imagination conjured up, or just due to the lack of Y/n. It was the last one more often than not.

Snafu teased Sledge with each letter he managed to catch a glimpse of. Despite the man’s suggestive teasing, the two in question were only friends, inseparable since childhood. However, he wasn’t completely wrong with his jabs. Eugene felt his heart long for her like hers did him, but his longing wasn’t purely platonic. Since his teen years, he felt an almost magnetic-like pull towards her. Her letters only amplified the harshness of the tug on the invisible rope.

His hands shook as he wrote back to her, the first few lines seeming very unlike himself, but the rest so poetic and beautiful, even Snafu was speechless. The words were there, but they only really flowed onto the paper after he let go of control and wrote from the heart. Honest and sincere, he told her as much as he could.

The only thing he didn’t include ever, was a confession.

It took almost all of his strength to prevent himself from giving in to the urge of being lovesick-fool. But as her letters grew more desolate, as the war became more intense, as his time to write shortened...he couldn’t bring himself to confess. He couldn’t bring himself to push that onto her- a confession during the war, forcing her to live with his last letter being a question he could never fulfill.

...

He underestimated himself in so many ways.

The second he returned home, he bought flowers and rushed to find her, not even caring to make sure he looked his best. It was the first thing on his mind. Despite being ever so tired, his eyelids begging to drop for a little while longer, his feet sore beneath him- he powered through.

His fist rapped against the door, a quiet hiss leaving his mouth through his teeth at the feeling of his skin coming in contact with the hard wood. It creaked open, half of a face, an eye mostly, coming into view slowly before it widened and the door swung open.

“Gene!”

She surged forward, wrapping her arms around him as she leapt into his grasp. The two chuckled for a moment before her feet found the ground again and they stood in silence. Drinking each other in, all they could do was smile.

“Oh!” Eugene exclaimed once he’d returned to reality, holding out his hand to Y/n. “I uh- bought these for you.”

“Thank you.” She smiled sweetly, accepting the gift with teary eyes.

“But...not as a friend gift, really.”

“Well of course not, we’re best friends!”

“No, no... I mean it as a step above best friends. I mean them as a gift and a question.” Her brows furrowed and she tilted her head, visibly confused. “I know I just came home- I haven’t even changed my clothes for fucks sake, but I need to ask. I’ve wanted to ask for so long.”

Y/n’s eyes darted around, even more confused than before. “Ask what?”

Eugene cleared his throat, finally meeting her eyes; “Would you be interested in joining me for a meal...or, more specifically, a date? It doesn’t have to be today-”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.” Y/n bit her lower lip and giggled. “I would love to. Tonight, after you get some rest, I’ll meet you at your place.” Y/n placed a hand on Eugene’s cheek, smiling at him. Then, her lips replaced her hand. She turned and walked back inside, closing the door with a smile.

The soldier outside, who had faced and won two wars around the same time, stood outside, hand where Y/n’s lips were, and a matching smile upon his lips. He was undoubtedly glad he didn’t confess in letters.

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