#Joe Mazzello head cannon

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[itsme690]

Punishment

Request: Could you write a fic where Rami is getting annoyed with you and you want to keep pushing him to see what he’ll do to punish you?

Warnings: smut

-you and Rami were at a party, surrounded by a ton of other celebrities

-he wore dark jeans, a skin tight T-shirt, and a leather jacket

-he knew you couldn’t keep your hands off him when he wore that jacket, especially when you were this tipsy you got a little handsy

-your hands wandered up and down his body

-“babe, not while we’re around other people”

-you didn’t take the hint, reaching around and squeezing his ass

-he grabbed your wrists and moved your hands off of him

-“you know I love your touch baby, but we’re in public”

-“fine, then I’ll go hangout with Gwil then..he’ll enjoy it”

-Rami rolled his eyes at you and went to talk with Ben and Joe

-you grabbed Gwils hand, dragging him to the dance floor

-you wrapped his arms around your waist and swayed your hips along his to the beat of the music

-Rami watched you dance provocatively with one of his best friends

-you saw the rage in his eyes

-you knew you were in for it when you went home later so you kept up your act

-he clenched his teeth and his hands formed fists

-you smiled and finger waved at him one last time until he had enough

-he excused himself from the boys and stormed up to you

-“y/n, I think it’s time we go”

-“but I’m having a good time with Gwilym, do you want me to leave Gwil?” you played, poking Gwil in the chest

-“huh? No, no I don’t.” Gwilym choked

-rami shot him a glance that made him change his mind

-“I mean..I mean maybe you should go y/n..”

-Rami gripped your hand and pulled you out of the party

-“What a little minx you are out there shaking your ass against another mans body..”

-the rage from the party still in his eye after you got home

-he shrugged off his jacket, throwing it behind him

-he grabbed your hand, pressing it against his crotch

-“you feel that?”

-you’re breathing quickened

-“your little stunt out there did that to me..”

-you palmed him over the denim

-“I can’t be having my buddies seeing me like this”

-he removed your hand from touching him

-“you had your fun, now it’s my turn. Take off your clothes and get on the bed. I expect your legs to be spread when I get in there..”

-you never saw this side of Rami and it excited you

-you did as you were told and got on the bed

-he returned with one of his ties

-“lift your head”

-as you obliged, he wrapped his silk tie around your head over your eyes

-“you were a naughty girl out there tonight, and now....” he tied a knot behind your head and placed your head back on the bed

-he leaned his face in close to your ear

-“....you’ll be punished..” his words were harsh

-you didn’t know what was about to happen and you’ve never been so excited

-he removed his clothing silently

-you felt the bed dip between your legs

-his hot breath along your thighs gave you goosebumps

-he moved higher and jetted his tongue out, hitting your clit directly

-a high pitched whimper escaped your throat

-he pushed 2 fingers in, curling and hitting the spot you craved the most

-you were squirming under his touch

-“this all you need from me? My fingers?”

-you shook your head side to side frantically

-his fingers pumping in and out faster

-“oh fuck!!” you moaned

-“don’t cum until I say you can!”

-he buried his face back in your core, sucking your clit just until he knew you were about to cum

-he pulled his fingers out and spread your juices on his stiff cock

-“All fours.”

-you got up on your hands and knees

-before you knew it, he slapped your ass

-the stinging sensation never felt so good

-“count em”

-“one..” you whined

-“that’s for squeezing my ass in public..”

-he backed his hand up and slapped the same spot on your ass again

-“two.”

-“that’s for using this ass of yours on my friend..”

-he rubbed his thumb over his pink handprint that he left on your skin

-he brought his hand back down in harsh skin to skin contact

-“th-three..”

-“And that’s for just being an overall naughty girl”

-he kissed his now red handprint on your ass

-“need you..” you whispered

-“what was that baby? You Gota speak up..”

-“I said I need you..”

-he untied your blindfold, letting it fall to the bed

-he teased his cock on your clit before lining himself up

-“need me? Where?”

-“you know damn well where.”

-he pulled your shoulder up so that your back was now flushed up against his stomach

-“say it!”

-“I need you to fill my goddamn pussy”

-he pushed just his leaking tip slightly inside you

-you body aching for him

-“this isn’t fair. I need more” you breathed

-he teased you a few more times before burying himself deep within your walls

-his thrusts were hard and deep

-one arm wrapped around your waist for better support

-while his other grabbed your chin, turning your head back to look at him

-“do you enjoy being punished?”

-“maybe..” you replied almost inaudibly and biting your lip

-his arm around your waist loosened as he pulled out of you entirely

-his hand swung back, spanking your ass again and again

-“no! No, sir! I do not enjoy being punished!”

-he pushed your shoulders to the bed causing your arms to give out

-he dug his fingers into your hips and slammed his hips back into yours at a rapid speed

-hitting the spot over and over

-“fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkkk!!”

-“think you deserve to cum now?” He growled

-“yes fuck! Oh my God! Please!”

-“hmm, not convincing enough..”

-his own high building within him as he grunted

-“Please! Fuckkk! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir!”

-he paused his moments to caress your face

-“now was that so hard? Now cum on my cock baby”

-he returned to thrusting so fast and hard you saw stars

-your walls contracted around his pulsating cock

-“oh fuck baby, yeah like that cum on my cock!”

-his thrusts stilled as you felt his seed paint your walls

-he pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to you

-once he caught his breath he rolled over to big spoon you

-he tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed your shoulder, your eyes already closed

-“And if you dare do that shit to me ever again in public, you’ll be punished much worse..” his whispered harshly

-your eyes shot open wide at the fear and excitement in his tone

[itsaaametaphoorbriannn]

Random Borhap Boy vibes (head cannons/ assumption)

※Gwilym Lee is the type of Man you could bring home to your mama.

※Rami, is incredibly eloquent and articulate, and is passionate about justice and his values

※Gwilym speaking Welsh would be hot (despite, (in my opinion) welsh not being a hot language)

※Rami speaking Arabic is Hot

※Joe is super cuddly

※Ben is a really good listener

※Gwilym is a silly drunk

※Ben is really good in bed

※Joe is really creative

※Rami has the softest hair like ever

※Gwilym is a gentleman and hopeless romantic

※Ben likes Rap music

※Joe tags his friends in the highest quality memes

That is all

[jojoreadwhat]

Don't build me up just to let me down | b.h. x fem!reader

a/n; okay so this isn’t this preview I posted about (still working on it but I keep getting other ideas for more pieces) I wanted to give you something to keep you on your toes. I tagged as many (tumblr has a limit, sry) from my last Ben teases as a thank you for being supportive, even when I’m all over the place. y’all are amazing ✨

prompt; fem!reader is in love with Ben and hes blind to it.

words; 2k

mentions; joe mazzello

this tale includes foul language, angst, which may lead to kisses and fluffiness.

inspiration;

You sat in the back of Rooney’s, about a block away from work with your best friend, Ben. Talking over drinks while waiting for your food to be prepared.

Venting about the three days of work you’ve endured, “I swear, if Elizabeth places another assignment on my desk. My face is going to be on the news.” You harped, taking a sip of your soda pop.

Ben chuckled at you, flashing his pearly whites behind his plump smirk. “Says the girl who can barely kill a spider.” You stuck your tongue at the stunning blonde fellow sitting across you in the booth.

“I can be a tough gal when I want to be!” Defending yourself, “Sure.” He winked at you, rolling your eyes to his words. “Just wait till 11pm, I’ll prove you wrong, alright.”

Ben nodded his head, reassuringly with sarcasm spread across his face as he reached for his phone next to him on the table, passing some time.

You and Ben have been known each other for about three years now. The both of you met during a gallery opening for a mutual friend of yours. Since then you were inseparable, especially when your schedules were obliging. Whenever Ben was back from filming movies, you were around each other. Lunches together, were hanging out, texting non-stop and even being each other’s date to any event either of you had. You went to each other for everything, talked about everything to anything. You were pretty lucky, who knew a comment on a photograph would give you, your best friend.

Still waiting on your food to be brought out, you noticed Ben was up to something as well. His plump pink lips, curling upwards as his tongue poked a bit, grazing against his top lip, making it glisten.

“And what are we smiling about Benjamin?” You broke his distraction, his green eyes meeting yours as you wiggled your eyebrows, tauntingly.

Ben’s cheeks turned a shade a red, rolling his eyes before they found yours again. “Cecilia.”

Cecilia? A new girl? You thought first.

What about Annie?

Since you’ve known Ben, he’s had a little track record for being a loose cannon. When you met, he had gotten out of a long term relationship and hasn’t had a proper girlfriend since.

In a way you were kinda okay with that, because selfishly, you were hoping it would be you.

You have a weak smile, “Ah, she sounds pretty.” Trying to keep the conversation going, hoping he wasn’t noticing the knot twisting in your stomach by the look on your face.

From the beginning, you always had feelings for Ben. You thought you were going to start dating by the way things were. That was until he opened up about his last relations and his want to stay single for a while. You respected that and that’s how the friendship came more into view.

Of course, you became too close for comfort, many would say. You had no problems with cuddles, staying each other’s beds after late nights of drinking or binge watching movies and shows. At first it was just friendly, how you guys worked. Shortly when you noticed your feelings weren’t so platonic, you didnt say anything about them, you didn’t put an end to the currents. You kept the little perks going because it made Ben feel like more than a friend.

Ben went on about Cecilia, how they met, what she looked like as he flashed his phone at you. She was pretty, just like you said about her name. All common talk and you took it as the good friend you are, listening to him gush.

“She’s really nice,” looking down at his phone, locking it up. “We have a date on Saturday night, it’s our first.”

That’s when you weren’t okay with it anymore. That same knot pulled to its limits within you. Ben and you were supposed to go out on Saturday night. He was going to be your date.

Caught up in your thoughts, your feelings, you didn’t realize the blonde fellow was still talking to you. “Y/N?” He called, looking at you weary.

“Hm?” You hummed.

“You alright, love?” Ugh, he was only making it worse. Slowly you nodded, “Yeah, um. Go on?”

He was still peering at you, strangely. “Any advice?”

He was asking you advice on his date? He never did this before, ever. What was going on? You felt overwhelmed.

Shrugging, “Just be yourself.” not sure what else to say except what you should’ve told him from the beginning. You looked down at your phone, a clear screen but it was quickest get away.

“I’ve gotta go. Elizabeth needs me.” You announced, standing up from the booth. Ben squinted his eyebrows to you, “is everything alright? Our food hasn’t come yet.” Sincerely worried by you.

You shook your head, grabbing your coat, fumbling through your purse for a few dollars. “Lunch is on me, I’m sorry, Ben.” Placing the bills on the table before you shimmied out of the booth. Without a goodbye.

“I’ll text you.” You heard Ben yell as you reached the door and on to work you went.

+

It’s been a week since Ben has heard from you. He’d text you, in the beginning he would get one worded replies to then nothing. He called you, going straight to voicemail. He drove by your apartment and no answer. Your work wasn’t much help either, saying you in meetings and such like you told them to do. He was really worried about you.

Ben sat on his sofa with a beer on the coffee table and a controller in hand as Joe and him played FIFA.

“So a week?” Joe questioned, his eyes still on the tv. “That’s really unusual of y/n.”

Ben nodded, leaning to grab a sip of his beverage, “I don’t know what happened. I last seen her for lunch and she left abrupt because of work”

Joe knew you the same amount of time Ben did since Ben introduced you two. Unlike Ben, Joe was quite aware of your crush on Ben. He had found out at a party way back when, the stares you gave Ben were a dead giveaway. He wasn’t going to let you live it down until you told him that Ben didn’t know and this was “something you needed to work out on your own.” You quoted to him.

He paused the game, “Alright?” Ben raised a brow, looking at his red headed friend for explanations.

“Let’s figure this out.” Joe said, clearing his throat after a swig of his beer. “What happened during lunch?”

Ben sat up straight now, his hands meeting in the openness of his lap. Trying to think back to the last Wednesday he seen you.

“Ehm, we talked about her job. Elizabeth was putting a lot on her plate.” He began, Joe listened carefully. He knew that wasn’t a culprit. “Go on.”

Ben closed his eyes for a second, “oh” he spoke, “I talked about an upcoming date with Cecilia.”

Joe smiled, toothlessly. “Bingo.”

Ben looked at him, confused. “What do you mean “bingo”?” Joe then placed his hand on his friends shoulder.

“It’s not for me to explain. But I know that’s a reason why she left in a hurry.” He explained, “She and I quote, has something to tell you that she needs to tell you herself. Go try and see if she’s home again.”

+

After the confusing conversation with Joe, Ben jumped into his car and headed to your apartment. Still trying to figure out what you had to explain, it was eating at him but he wasn’t going to let this go. He needed to know what was going on.

You were cooped up in living room, snuggled in a plush throw, eating popcorn and watching a marathon of the office by yourself when you heard a banging at your door. 

Spooked, you muted your tv and rised from the sofa. Slowly making your way to the door and picking up a vase.

“Y/N, open up!” It was Ben, “I know you’re in there.”

You sighed to yourself, placing the vase back where it was before heading to the door and unlocking it.

The blonde, dressed in grey joggers and hoodie that match with slippers. Stood on your front step, staring at you with his green eyes almost glowing from the little light hanging above outside.

“Hi?” You greeted, not knowing how to exactly redeem your week absence. Ben’s brows raised, like he was surprised to even hear you speak, let alone answer the door in the first place.

“Can I come in?” Asking, you looked at the ground before you nodded. Backing up with the door in front of you as he let himself in.

You closed the door after he had entered, following him to the living room. It was quiet for the most part, watching Ben looking over the screen of the tv and the current state of your living room as you were cozied up for a night in.

“Do you want something to-”

“An explanation, yes.” He commanded, then. Looking right at you now, you folded your arms in front of your chest. Closing your open sweater, tighter to you.

“There’s nothing to explain? I’ve been busy, I guess.”

Ben didn’t by it for a minute, looking at you dumbfounded, briefly. Knowing you well enough to know you were lying. “Bull shit.”

Your eyes shot up at him from his words, Ben had a potty mouth but nothing ever directed towards you. “What’s going on? Everyone seems to know more than I do.”

Raising your brow, “What do you mean?” You asked, trying to figure out what was going on compared to what you thought he was here for.”

“Joe told me you had something to say to me that needed to come from you.” Your mouth dropped, you were going to kill Joe the next time you seen him.

Immediately you pushed back your hair, stressed out by being put on the spot. “So what’s going on?” He repeated.

You bit your lip, looking down at your feet before looking up at him again, his green eyes searching every inch of you for answers through your silence. Sighing, you rolled your eyes.

“I was mad.” You began, folding your arms across your chest again, standing at the end of your couch as Ben stood almost in front of you, near the coffee table. His brows furrowed, “Why?”

“Because of your date. I didn’t want it to happen. You were supposed to hang out with me that day.” Feeling the brim of your eyes becoming moistened. Ben still had a confused look on his face, “Is that it?” His deep raspy voice asking.

You looked to the ground between you, shaking your head. “No,”

“I was more upset because it wasn’t me.” You admitted, “I wasn’t Cecilia. I wasn’t the ‘date’ you were gushing over. I’ve been pissed at every date you have,” you felt tears steaming your cheeks now, looking up at him.

“But I’ve been so in love with you, that I’ve allowed it to just hang over. Then you asked me for advice and you never do that. I knew this girl was going to be something for you if you were going all that length to impress her.”

Your hand met your mouth now, feeling the wetness of your face from crying as you spoke. Feeling relieved, scared, in disbelief that all of those words hit the air finally.

Ben didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what to say because he wasn’t sure how to explain that he’s been waiting to hear you say that all this time. He was just as in love with you, maybe even more than you could imagine. He wanted nothing more than those girls to be you, some of them were just dinner dates because his feelings were too unbearable to want to be with anyone else. So unbearable that he called off the date with Cecilia moments after you walked out of the restaurant.

You stared at Ben gazing right back at you. You thought your heart was going to explode by the minutes passing in silence. You couldn’t tell what he he was thinking right now but it was eating you alive.

“Please say something.” You muttered, still searching him. You watched as his face straightened, shaking his head. “No”

You felt your heart drop to your feet. “No?” You questioned, he gripped his bottom lip between his teeth.

“No.” He said again, getting closer to you as your eyes never left his. “Because I rather do this.”

Before you could register what he meant, Ben wrapped his hands around your face and crashed his lips upon yours. You didn’t kiss back right away, but when one hand slipped to the middle of your back. Your lips moved in sync of his, feeling warm, soft against yours. Reaching up with your hand to his neck and fingers wrapping themselves in his golden locks as your lips swell under his. Completely lost in your sense, trying to realize this wasn’t a dream you were experiencing.

Ben pulled away, still close as you felt his breath featherlight as your lips as you caught air. “You alright?”

You nodded, your hands still in his hair as you looked in his eyes, still feeling like a dream.

“As long as you keep doing that. I will be.” Ben dropped his head slightly, chuckling at your breathless words, meeting your eyes again. Before his lips met yours once again.

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Taking Requests!

I’m stuck in a rut when it comes to my fanfics, so I’m going to need you lovely people to send me requests. I’ll try and write everything you guys want. Just send me whatever you guys come up with. I’m probably going to do a few head cannons for Jimmy Garoppolo and Travis Kelce. 

But  here is a list of people I’m currently taking requests for

Jimmy Garoppolo Travis Kelce Patrick Mahomes Ben Hardy Joe Mazzello Nikki Sixx Douglas Booth Colson Baker Billy/Four from 6 Underground

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The Cure to Anger

// Requested by: @carleebann

Hi there! I just wanted to say that I love your writing! It’s really amazing and the detail you put into the stories is appreciated. I was wondering if I could request some super angsty Joe/John maybe ending with some sexy Joe/John?? ❤️❤️

This is also loosely inspired by #14 - break up sex from @joemhazzello head cannon prompt sheet. 

AN: Apparently, I love some angsty joe so here you go! I hope you like it! 

Joe Mazzello x reader 

wc: 2.2k- ish

Warnings: some angst, cheating, breakups, some smut (18+ only)

//

The last few months you were beaming, everything was looking up, the world seemed like a perfect place, nothing could get you down. You were happy, and the ring box hiding in your shared dresser sock drawer made you even happier, he hadn't asked yet but you were thrilled. You had confided in your close friend and castmate Joe Mazzello about your secret finding. You didn't want to bore Gwil and Ben and you didn't want to seem like you were bragging that you weren't single and they were. Besides Lucy, who practically guessed it, was out of town, and you were just too excited to keep it to yourself. That left Joe, who was in his own relationship of a year or so to confess your findings. He was also ecstatic and happy for you. Of course, he accidentally hinted at it in conversations with the rest of the group. Joe was never the best one at keeping secrets, especially when they were super exciting and revolved around someone everybody loved. Pretty much the entire cast of Bohemian Rhapsody knew that Sam, your boyfriend was going to propose. Thankfully they didn’t let it slip to the press, which never ended well.

Well, that was a few months ago. Now you were utterly crushed. Hot red anger coursed through your body as you tried to figure out what was going on and how you could have been so blind. You had found out on Thursday and today was Saturday, however you would have to hide your anger and maybe get a little drunk tonight when you hung out with the BoRhap cast. It's not like you could cancel, you guys rarely had the chance to hang out together anymore. Especially now that awards season had been over for a few months now. Plus you knew Joe would want someone to get drunk with after his unfortunate very public breakup with his girlfriend. So you pulled on a short dress and some heels and lazily did your makeup, you didn't care enough to try tonight. It wasn't like you were trying to get anyone's attention, it clearly didn't work when you had tried.  

Once you showed up to the pub you walked straight to the bar and downed a shot of tequila to calm down. The fire in the back of your throat perfectly matched your rage. But you couldn’t relish in the feeling for long.

"Starting already I see," Ben teased as he joined you at the bar.

You shot him a glare, half kidding, half warning him to back off.

"Your the one to talk," you laughed as you saw him down his own shot. You joined him to the booth in the back, which was your group's regular spot. Soon the rest of the cast joined in and began talking and sipping alcoholic beverages. Excitement buzzed as you all caught up with each other's lives. And as expected Joe was diving right into the alcohol, 3 shots down before the ordered burgers arrived. You, on the other hand, were still slowly nursing a glass of scotch. Scotch was never your go-to drink and you didn't really like it, and yet, you didn't think twice about ordering it. Maybe because it seemed to fit your mood. Gwil made a teasing comment about it and you laughed with him and dove into your own conversation. Soon the topic of relationships came up and both you and Joe stiffened and you subconsciously reached for Joe. You patted his thigh reassuringly, knowing that he had no idea that you felt the same way. He returned a tightlipped smile and went on about the paparazzi making it worse than it actually was.

"Y/N, what about you and Sam? Is there going to be a ring anytime soon?" Gwil asked harmlessly, trying to lighten the mood after Joe's somber comment.

"Yeah, just not on my finger," You scoffed downing the rest of your drink quickly to stop your mouth from running. You were aware that you sounded like a bitch, but you didn’t really want to talk about.

"What do you mean? You said last time that you thought Sam was going to propose, you saw the box," Joe asked turning towards you concerned.

"Well it wasn't for me," You answered curtly.

"You said no? I thought you wanted--" Lucy asked trying to understand.

"Oh, I wanted too, The ring... The ring wasn't for me," You said looking away, the familiar sensation of tears stung at your eyes, but you forbade them to fall.

"You mean--" Gwil opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find the words. Nobody said anything for what felt like an eternity but was only a few seconds. Bens jaw clenched as he understood what had happened.

“My god, I’m sorry Y/N,”

"I don't want to talk about it, him or her," You said looking anywhere but your friends. They were all as heartbroken and arguably just as angry as you were. You and Sam had been amazing together, always happy, even the fans were supportive, which is rare. You guys had also been together for 3 years, which is a long time. Well, only 2 years if you don't count the year that he had been sleeping with the other woman. Awkwardly the conversation shifted to work and new gigs. You and Joe sat sourly not joining in on the conversation. Your eyes scanned the bar in order to keep your mind from drifting. Unfortunately, that meant you caught a glimpse at the man responsible for your anger in the back. The nerve of him to go to your favorite pub days after angered you further.

"Excuse me," You said suddenly interrupting the current conversation and began climbing over Joe who was blocking you in the shared booth. Joe tried to object and apologize but you just grabbed his glass of beer and stormed over to the corner where your ex was, with his fiancee. The rest of your friends immediately scrambled out of their seats to follow and stop you before you could do anything stupid.

You hurled the contents of the glass at Sam, then deciding that wasn't enough you threw the glass at him too. It shattered on impact. The second after the glass left your hand Joe's arms hooked across your waist and almost violently pulled you back before you could do anything else. Ben stopped Sam from retaliating by placing a firm hand on his chest. It took everything in him not to deck the guy for himself. Hot angry tears streamed down your face as you said nothing. Your mascara was probably messed up but you could care less, you were too worried about what your friends would think. You were always the cool, calm and orderly person in fights and you rarely lashed out unless you were really upset. And you were clearly upset.

"I'm going home,"  You said quietly not bothering to wipe the tears away. You had become quite embarrassed of your actions and started walking out.

"I'll take her home," Joe added immediately after, running to catch up with you.

The rest just nodded understandingly, knowing Joe was the best person to make sure you were okay. There was no denying that you guys were close. But you had been with Sam for so long before you met so there were no jokes about you guys getting together. Well, some of the fans thought you guys would be cute but most were respectful of your current relationship. Lucy was the next closest but Lucy was stunned and almost as angry as you, Rami and Gwil both stepped in front of her so she couldn't get her own swing in. If she wasn't too preoccupied in getting revenge for you, she would have taken you home. But Joe was just as capable and would make sure you were okay, truly okay.

You still hadn't stopped crying by the time you were sitting on your apartment couch with Joe getting a glass of water from the kitchen.

"Y/N," he started, gently guiding your chin upwards so you would look at him. Your eyes were bloodshot which just broke his heart even more.

"I'm sorry I brought it up, I didn't know, or else I never would've asked," He breathed out searching for any emotion in your face.

"Joe," You said your voice barely above a whisper, causing him to lean closer.

"I'm sorry too, for being a mess and throwing your drink," you said looking down away from his gaze, your's ending on his lips, which moved slightly in trying to formulate a response.

"Y/n, god don't apologize for that," he laughed weakly his own gaze darting to your lips. Hesitation and anticipation filled his entire body as you both leaned closer. Waiting for some sort of sign.

"Don't apologize for anything, ever," Joe said breathlessly, looking up at you.

In an instant your lips were connected, tongues fighting for space. The kiss was messy, sloppy, and lust drive . Gasping for air briefly before returning. Your hands roamed each other's bodies like trying to find something in the dark. His tangled in your hair, cupping your chin. Yours found the collar of his jacket and pushed the jacket off desperately, pulling his hands from your hair. Stradling his lap your hands began working at the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly. Soft moans turned to loud ones as he grew hard under you.

"God, your so hard," You wined nipping at his ear.

You rolled your hips against his trying to give yourself some relief as. Joe groaned out in response. His hand yanking the zipper down and pulling your dress off with no hesitation. Thumbs pressing into your hips guiding yours and moving them faster. One hand slipped from your wait and over your clothed heat.

"Joe!" You gasped the sudden contact igniting your body, the familiar heat pooling between your legs.

"May I?" Joe asked making eye contact. You nodded and he slipped a finger in you. Then two. Slowly building up the pace, his thumb rolling back and forth on your bud providing even more pleasure than you could take. He could barely handle it either, his other hand fell from your waist and to his length, palming it with a sense of urgency.

"Joe, god, I'm going to come," You moaned out trying to hold back from coming undone.

"Can you wait two seconds? I want to be inside you?" He growled shifting you off of him so he could take off his jeans. He fumbled with the condom as the arousal almost blinded him.

"Joe, I - I need you - inside me - now" You wined as he lined himself up with your entrance. As soon as he was lined up his hips moved fast colliding with yours. Your nails dug into his back as he hit all the right spots. Your moans were loud and shaky, as were his. His head buried itself in your shoulder.

"Y/N," he panted in your ear, groaning as you arched your back in search of more friction. "Joe, I'm-" You tried to say before being cut off as you were more screaming his name out in pleasure. White heat filled your vision as you gripped onto his shoulders as he slammed into you harder and more desperate than before.

The sound of his name sent him over his own edge. With a final low moan, he was riding out his own sensation of pleasure. Gently he pulled out, discarding of the condom and cleaning up after the two of you.

"Stay?" You asked sheepishly partially redressing yourself, in his shirt.

"Y/N, we should probably talk about what just happened... not that I didn't enjoy it," He said gently walking back over to you, the lust in his eyes had been replaced by pure admiration.

"The only thing that matters is that this was by far the best break up sex I've ever had," You joked taking one of his hands in yours.

"Look, it probably wasn't the best idea, but we can worry about it in the morning, can we just have one night where we don't feel shitty about ourselves and life?" You argued after seeing he wasn't laughing as you had expected. So you gently started walking to your bedroom.

"So I remember you saying that this was the best sex you've ever had," Joe teased wrapping an arm around your waist lazily, once under the duvet.

"Break up sex, Mazzello, don't get ahead of yourself," you laughed looking up at him, smiling.

"Whatever, there's no one to prove that you didn't say that," he teased running a hand through his messed up hair, trying to tame it.

You just rolled your eyes at him and soon you were overtaken by exhaustion and sleep. It was the first night you hadn’t fallen asleep in sheer anger, and you could get used to it.

Joe didn't fall asleep right away, he spent a good part of his time awake contemplating what had just happened and where to going from there.

[mccartneysguitar]

Batter Up | Pat Murray x Reader

BAck at it again with those head cannons enjoy what I came up with during my Roman history class

I love Pat Murray I just love Joe Mazzello tbh 

Pat has always been a part of your life

Even from the earliest memories he was always there

It was a typical neighbor situation where your window and his was right across from each other

Since then it has always been you two against the world

He had set out to teach you everything he knew about baseball and in return you would force him to play board games and even play house

Has always been an angry boy, he would scream and throw a tantrum if things didn’t turn out he wanted it to

You eventually grew you used to and remained unfazed

Actually being able to calm him down when he was really tense and angry

Knowing that even at his angriest he wouldn’t hurt you

Your parents and his actually making bets as to when you would get together

He is the type to get jealous really easily

Would literally fight anyone and anything for you, the worst was when he saw you with a guy who was way too close for his comfort

It was tiring for you, you could barely talk to your classmates without him getting jealous, you had a huge fight where you didn’t acknowledge him for several weeks

After that he realized how much it actually affected you and actively tried to not be so jealous

He was still jealous but managed to keep it at a normal level, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you he didn’t trust those guys

His anger and mouth often earned him more detention than you can count

Which meant that you spent a lot of time in the library waiting for him

You helped tutor him and found that if you related it back to baseball it would be easier for him to understand

Speaking of baseball he was on the high school team

You had taken over his spare jersey

He loved when you wore his jersey, everyone would be able to see that you were his person

The first time you slept together you wore nothing but his jersey

People were confused about your relationship, being so nice and quieting comparison to his loud and brash attitude

Graduation was one of the saddest days, you had earned a full ride scholarship to a university a couple of hours away

You couldn’t deny that tremendous opportunity, you and Pat would try so hard to make the long-distance work

He would go up to visit you every weekend

Your roommates started teasing you that he was completely whipped for you

The sweetest boy, would have little care packages for you during your midterms and finals

He would of course tell you all about the league that he joined

As per tradition you took over his spare jersey

He talked so much about the team it was like you basically already knew them, vice versa for the team

The team actually thinking that he made you up

You surprising him by showing up to one of his games, wearing his jersey

You got there before the game started so they were just hanging around

He had his back turned to you so you snuck up behind him

The whole team was confused as to who you were and why you were sneaking up behind Pat

You slapped his ass so hard your hand actually hurt

He actually jumped and started cursing that is until he turned and saw I was you

Boy literally did a whole 180, the team was shook

He was smiling and hugging you so hard

The team realizing that you were actually real and not just a figment of his imagination

That game was the calmest the team has ever seen him, only had one major outburst when he was up to bat

He had gone up to bat and dedicated the play to you

He made it to second base and you couldn’t stop screaming

Your nachos when up in the air when the ref called it safe

Screaming, “that's my fucking boyfriend right there! Go Pat! Show those motherfuckers how its fucking done”

The team could see how much he had rubbed off on you

Celebrating his batting victory by going to the local diner you two used to frequent in high school and then heading back to his place where you would properly celebrate

[halzxk]

Under the Bed

hs!Joe Mazzello x hs!Ben Hardy 

This is a head cannon that will talk about the topic of sex.

-x-

Joe and Ben have been dating for a month or so. When Joe’s dad passed away he gave him his old Polaroid camera which still works. Joe enjoys taking pictures of things and one of those things being Ben, his boyfriend. 

- Joe has so many photos of Ben its crazy

- There is one when Ben and Joe were just friends

- Ben is tossing a baseball back and forth with Gwilym and he’s shirtless

- There is another one where Ben is in the library reading his biology textbook while Joe helps with homework

-He has another photo of Ben in that same instance but he’s looking at the camera with a smirk

- Ben totally kicked Joe’s foot after

- Joe’s favourite is one of Ben when he is playing the drums

- He is so concentrated and Joe finds it cute

- Ben likes to steal the camera from Joe and take pictures of him

- Ben took a photo of Joe making pasta for dinner one night

- Joe was dancing to Queen and singing along

- There are more cutesy photos of them

- Joe and Ben kissing is their favourite 

- A photo of Joe laying his head on Ben’s lap while watching movies

- Ben sitting across from Joe with his legs crossed on his phone

- Ben brushing his teeth after him staying the night

- Joe’s mom took a photo of Joe and Ben slow dancing in the middle of the living room

- Ben took a photo of Joe playing his bass

- His tongue is sticking out between his lips

- Then there is the special envelope under the bed, hidden

- That contains more intimate photos of the two

- There is one of Ben kissing Joe’s torso and his hand in the blonde hair

- Ben took one and it is one of Joe’s favourite

- It’s the marks Ben left all over Joe’s neck one night

- Lucy had to be called early in the morning to help cover up the marks

- They get progressively dirtier

- There is one with Joe’s boxers between Ben’s teeth

- Ben took one of Joe 

- Joe has his hand wrapped around Ben and is looking up at the camera with blown eyes

- There is one of Ben that amazes Joe

- Ben has the tip of Joe’s cock resting on his tongue 

- There are many dirty ones that they love

- Ben took one of Joe while he had Joe in his mouth

- Joe’s head was tipped back, eyes closed and mouth open slightly

- Ben’s favourite is one he took and it is Joe with Ben’s cock in his mouth and his hand wrapped around the part he can’t take

- He can hear the moans that Joe was making while sucking him off

- Okay okay anyways, the ones outside of the envelope are all in a photo album

- There are ones of the friend group

- Joe on Ben’s back and Lucy on Rami’s back while Gwilym stands in the middle feigning being hurt since he is alone

- There is one where they are all at the lake at Lucy’s cottage

- Lucy stole his camera and snuck a photo of Joe and Ben in the lake at dusk

- They’re kissing and Lucy has it framed on her wall because she finds it so cute

- There are many more photos

- Joe and Ben like to have these photos to keep memories and never forget it

[chechachelsea]

Walk Her Down the Aisle

Word Count: 3.4 K. Listen, once I got started it just snowballed. 

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x OFC 

Summary: The wedding of Joe and Rowyn

If anyone wants to see what the dress and headpiece I had in mind look like, let me know

“You ready for this little man?” Ben asked, tickling Joey. As he giggled uncontrollably Ben looked over at Gwilym who was fixing Joe’s tie.  

“You guys think going with a jacket was a good idea? It’s hot out today.” Joe said, adjusting his jacket. Rami shook his head from where he sat, waiting. He and Joe’s brother were ready to go, but Ben and Gwilym were still getting ready while helping wrangle Joey and get Joe ready. 

“Nervous?” John asked Joe. 

“Maybe a tad.” Joe gave a one-sided smile as Joey walked over to him. Even

though he had been walking for a few months now, Joey was still a little wobbly on his legs. Joe leaned over and picked up Joey, who pointed at the door. “Yep bud, it’s time to go.” 

“Mama.” Joey said.

“Yep Joey, we’re going to go see mama.” With a toothy grin Joey clapped his hands together. Joe made his way to the door followed by Rami and John, turning back to smile at Gwilym and Ben. 

“Come on mate, you’re marrying the woman of your dreams. Relax. Everything will be alright, and your best men will be there to make sure everything goes smoothly. Joe let out a laugh. 

“Yeah, you’ll be there. If you guys can ever get ready in time. If not I’ll have to tell Rowyn why I’m short two groomsmen.”

“We will be ready, don’t worry. Give us ten minutes.” Joe nodded at Gwilym’s words and made his way out. 

As Ben and Gwil were getting ready Ben’s phone dinged. He went over and read the text. Bring Joey’s diaper bag will you. My idiot self forgot it. And can you bring a book for him. It’ll keep him occupied. “Joe needs Joey’s diaper bag. And a book.”

“A book? We don’t have time to go rummage through Joey’s room and find a book. We’re late as is.” Gwilym said. Ben looked around him and spotted Joey’s diaper bag. “Here.” Gwilym threw a book his way. “Come on, we need to leave.” Ben nodded at Gwilym’s words and put the book in the diaper bag before heading out. 

Rowyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. “You nervous?” Kinsley asked. Opening her eyes Rowyn shook her head. 

“No. Actually this is the least nervous and anxious I’ve been in a long time.” Kinsley and the rest of the bridesmaids smiled at Rowyn’s words as they waited to walk down the aisle. “More excited than anything.” 

“Well, you look lovely. And I love that the dress shows off your tattoo love.” Rowyn smiled, looking down at the dress she was wearing. “And your hair looks fabulous.” Reaching up Rowyn’s fingers glossed over the hair piece in her brown curls. 

“Thank you Lucy.” 

“Okay everyone, it’s time.” The wedding planner clapped her hands together, and everyone got into place. Rowyn looked over at her dad and smiled. 

“If I fall dad will you catch me?” Rowyn asked. 

“Rowbear, you know I’ll either fall with you or laugh at you.” Rowyn gave a slight chuckle and nodded. “But I know you’ll be fine.” her dad kissed her on her cheek. 

“You’re right. Thanks dad.”

“I love you Rowyn.”

“I love you too dad.” Rowyn said, taking a deep breath as the doors closed and they got into place. When the Cannon began the doors opened back up and Rowyn and her dad began their walk down the aisle. Her breath caught as she saw Joe, a beaming smile covering his face. Then she heard Joey crying and looked over to see him struggling out of Gennie, his nonna’s arms. 

“Mama.” Joey said as he made his way to where Rowyn and her dad were in the aisle. Rowyn handed the bouquet she was holding on to her father and leaned down to scoop Joey up. 

“Hello Joey.” Rowyn said, adjusting Joey on her hip and taking her bouquet back. Her father put his hand in the crook of her elbow as they continued to walk down the aisle. Rowyn looked at Joe as they made their way down the aisle again, Joey with his grin, Rowyn with a smile plastered on her face. She saw Joe holding a hand up to his mouth, hiding a laugh. Rowyn held back the urge to tell him to go ahead and laugh, instead she just continued to make her way to him. When they had arrived, Rowyn’s dad kissed Rowyn on the cheek and reached out for Joey. Joey shook his head into Rowyn’s neck, holding tight to Rowyn. “It’s okay dad, I’ve got him for now.” she smiled and he nodded. 

Halfway through the vows Joey reached out for Joe, who, with a smirk, took him. With relief, Rowyn gave her vows, taking Joe’s free left hand in her own, placing a ring on his finger. When they kissed Joey reached over again for Rowyn, who took him back into her arms. “That lasted long.” Joe said into her ear. Rowyn giggled as she moved Joey to her right hip. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Mr and Mrs. Joseph

Mazzello.” Joe raised her left hand as the crowd cheered. As they made their way back down the aisle, Joey reached up, taking a hold of the headpiece in Rowyn’s hair. He pulled at it and Rowyn let go of Joe’s hand, reaching up and taking out the hair piece to show it to Joey. He reached for it and Rowyn shook her head. 

“No Joey, mama’s.” Fat tears began to roll down Joey’s cheeks as he began to cry. They made their way out to where the pictures were going to be, Joey began to cry hysterically. 

“Ro, just give it to him honey.”

“I’m not going to Joe.” Rowyn said, handing the headpiece to Kinsley. 

“I’ll buy you a new one if it’s that important to you.”

“That’s not the point Joe. The point is, just because Joey is crying doesn’t mean that he should get what he wants. Where is his diaper bag?”

“Oh, I’ll go get it.” Ben said, running off. When he came back Rowyn rummaged through the bag, finding Joey’s favorite toy, a dinosaur that roared. When she pressed the button to make the sound Joey paused his crying, staring at the dinosaur. He looked at Rowyn, then Joe before reaching out for the plushie. Rowyn pushed the button again and Joey lit up with laughter. 

“He needs changed too.” Rowyn said. 

“Let me do it hon, I don’t want your dress to get anything on it.” Joe said, grabbing the bag and slinging it over his shoulder before reaching out for Joey, who was too preoccupied with his dinosaur to notice that Joe had picked him out of Rowyn’s arms. 

When Joe came back, he was smiling, same as Joey. “Good as new.” He said, sitting the bag to the side. They took photos and made their way to the reception. “I get what you were saying Rowyn.” Joe said as they drove to the reception. 

“About what, Joey?”

“Yeah. I don’t want him to grow up to be spoiled.” Rowyn looked behind her at Joey in his car seat. 

“With our families he will be. But I don’t plan to spoil him.” 

“I’ll try not to spoil him.” Joe smiled. “Luckily I have you to keep me level headed.”

“Joe, you are probably one of the most level headed people I know.”

“But I want to give my kid the world.” 

“Joe, I know you do but that doesn’t mean you have to give him everything he asks for. Teach him what you know. Give him knowledge and wisdom.” Joe nodded. “Instead of my headpiece which he could have choked on.” Joe parked and looked over at Rowyn. She placed her hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone. “You ready?” She asked. Joe nodded and got out, getting Joey out of his car seat. 

“That is why I love you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are the sensible one in this relationship.” Rowyn chuckled and took Joe’s hand. Joey looked up at Joe and reached for his tie. “No Joey.” Joey began to cry and Rowyn shook her head, trying not to laugh. 

“Spoiled by the grandparents. We need to tell them not to. I get that they want to but it sure doesn’t help that we tell him no when he’s with us but they tell him yes when he’s with them.” 

“Then we look like the bad guys.” Rowyn nodded. “Here comes your mom.” Gennie walked up to Rowyn and Joe, smiling at Joey. 

“I figured I would take him so you guys can walk in as a married couple.” Rowyn smiled. 

“Thanks mom.” Joe said. Joey hesitantly looked at Gennie. “You wanna go to nonna?” Joe asked Joey. He looked over at Gennie hesitating for a moment before reaching out for her. 

“Now it’s time for the cutting of the cake.” the emcee said. 

“Come my love.” Joe said as they stood. He lead her to where the cake was. After cutting a piece and then cutting that piece in half Joe held the plate up to Rowyn. “Ready?” He asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Joe smirked at Rowyn’s words as he lifted his piece and she took hers in her own hand. As he slowly put the cake up to Rowyn’s face and she did the same with hers Rowyn began to wonder if he was actually going to smash the cake in her face like she expected him to. Then, out of nowhere, the cake was smashed into her face, espresso frosting coating her nose and lips, her chin and even some getting on the side of her cheek when she turned her head. She laughed and smashed her piece into his face. He just stood there proudly as she laughed, licking the cream from his lips. “Here.” Rowyn said, kissing his nose. “You missed some.” 

“So did you.” Joe said as he kissed her lips. When he pulled back the frosting that was on Rowyn’s nose had transferred to Joe’s cheek. 

“We must be a sight.” Rowyn laughed, taking her index finger and wiping away the frosting from Joe’s cheek. 

“A wonderful sight.” Joe said. Rowyn felt a tug on her dress and looked down to see Joe’s niece Leah standing at her feet. 

“Auntie Ro, can I have some cake?” 

“Of course you can Leah bug, but you have to promise not to smash it in anyone’s face.” Rowyn said. Leah nodded earnestly as Joe went over to the cake that they had chosen for the kids, chocolate with chocolate frosting. When Joe had the plate of cake Rowyn offered her hand to Leah, who took it and followed Joe to her seat. When Leah was situated Rowyn and Joe made their way back to the table with the cake and wiped the remainder of the frosting off. They got a small piece each and made their way back to where the bridal party was. As they did they saw Gwilym holding Joey and Ben holding a book. When they had made their way to the table they saw that the book was Go The Fuck to Sleep. Joey’s eyes were heavy with sleep as Ben read the words, Gwilym rocking Joey slightly. Rowyn heard Joe laugh at the book, and she had to hold back a laugh herself, knowing that they had promised themselves not to read the book to Joey for fear of his first word being fuck.  

“We were running late mate, this was the only book we saw.” Ben said looking up at Joe and Rowyn’s amused expressions. 

“It’s all good.” Joe said, trying to suppress more laughter. “My mom will be over soon to take him for the night.”

“It’s not time for the party to end is it?” Gwilym asked, checking the time. Joe shook his head. 

“I mean for Joey it is, but no, for the rest of us it’s not. We have a lot more embarrassing dancing to do.”

“You stepped on my dress once babe, it’s okay. We should have practiced more.” Rowyn said, squeezing his hand. “And I thought they had pinned it up completely. They missed a section. We had a good laugh.” 

“We did, didn’t we?” Joe chuckled. 

“Especially when you leaned over to try and figure out how to pin it. In the middle of the dance.” 

“Well, why don’t we try again?” 

“Let me get Kinsley. She needs to pin my train up so you don’t step on it again.” Joe gave a sheepish grin. 

By the end of the night, after being surrounded by a lot of people, and getting congratulations galore, she was ready for it to just be her and Joe. She glanced over at him, telling a story to her brother by the look of it (his hands were moving madly, he had to be telling a story) then he laughed and she couldn’t help herself. Even though she wasn’t near him, she laughed. Joe’s laugh was contagious and Rowyn could do nothing but laugh when she heard his laugh. “What’s so funny?” Kinsley asked her. Rowyn looked over at her sister before glancing back at Joe. 

“Nothing. I’m just so incredibly happy.” Shaking her head, Kinsley hugged her. 

“I’m glad for you. After everything, I know that you are going to be happy with Joe. He’s great.” With that Kinsley made her way to her husband. Rowyn made her way to Joe and her brother Grayson. 

“Hey baby, what’s up?” Rowyn shrugged at Joe’s question. 

“Nothing, just came to see you.” 

“Ugh, I don’t think Nola and I were this bad at our wedding.” Rowyn took her eyes off of Joe for a minute to look at her brother. 

“No, you two were worse.” Rowyn said before she chuckled and entered Joe’s embrace. 

“Speaking of Nola, I’m going to check on her.” Grayson said as he walked away. 

“How are you wife?” Joe asked, kissing her cheek. 

“I’m happy, how are you husband?” Rowyn leaned her head on Joe’s shoulder, sighing contentedly as Joe ran his fingers up and down her back. 

“I’m amazing. Wishing I had you all to myself though.”

“What time is it?” 

“Late. We should go check on Joey.” Joe stopped running his fingers up her back and Rowyn gave a deep breath before nodding. They made their way over to where Gwilym was holding a sleeping Joey. 

“I guess the book put Joey to sleep.” Rowyn ran her fingers softly over his light auburn hair. 

“I know you guys didn’t want to read him that book.” Gwilym said. “But he enjoyed it.”

“Yes, he did, didn’t he?” Joe looked down at his sleeping son. “Have you seen Ben?”

“He’s over there.” Gwilym nodded over to where Ben was talking to a girl who was obviously flirting with him. “People don’t know he’s in a relationship.”

“It’s too bad his girlfriend couldn’t make it.” Rowyn glanced over and saw Gennie making her way over. 

“Looks like the party is winding down. Is it time for you two to head out?” Gwilym asked. 

“Soon.” Joe said. “We wanted to come and say goodnight to Joey, but it looks like he’s already sleeping.” Joe smirked as he looked down at Joey. 

“I see my date is already asleep.” Gennie smiled. 

“Yep mom.” 

“Better get him home. And here he was supposed to make sure that I stayed awake.”

“You’ll be good to get back right?” 

“I’ll be fine Joseph.” Gennie patted his cheek. Gennie turned to Rowyn and hugged her. “Welcome officially to the family Rowyn.” 

“Thank you Gennie.”

“Oh, I almost forgot, this is for you.” Gennie took an envelope out of her bag and handed it to Rowyn. 

“Thank you.” Rowyn said with a final hug before Gennie picked up Joey’s diaper bag before gently lifting him out of Gwilym’s arms. After Gennie and Joey had left, Rowyn and Joe sat and watched the rest of the guests at the reception. 

“Rowyn?” Joe asked, lifting her hand to his lips. 

“Hmmmm?” Joe kissed her knuckles. 

“Do you think they would notice if we head out?” Rowyn chuckled before shaking her head. 

“I think they are having too much fun. Come on. Lets sneak out.” Rowyn said. Joe helped Rowyn stand before they silently made their way to the door. “Shit.” Rowyn silently cursed after they had made it to the car. “The envelope your mom had given me.” 

“I’ll go grab it.” Joe opened the car door for her, handing her the keys before turning and making his way back into the reception hall. After starting the car, Rowyn turned on the overhead light, looking down at the wedding ring on her left ring finger. Sure, she had signed a marriage license a week before they had gotten married but it hadn’t felt finalized until they had their family and friends with them to celebrate it. She took the engagement ring off of her right ring finger and put it back on her left before turning the light overhead off and waiting for Joe. 

After twenty minutes, Rowyn turned off the car and made her way back into the hall, looking for Joe. First she made her way into where the reception hall was. She found Ben and Gwilym but not Joe. Walking up to them she tapped Gwilym on the shoulder. “Have you guys seen Joe?” 

“He grabbed some letter and headed out.” 

“Oh, he hasn’t come to the car.” Rowyn mused. She turned and made her way to the door. “Maybe he went back out to the car? But I would have passed him…” she entered the hall and began heading back to the car. 

“Who are you looking for?” Rowyn stopped at Joe’s voice. 

“You actually. You didn’t come back to the car, I thought something happened to you.” Joe held the letter up for her. 

“I read this. I mean, it was addressed to you but…”

“You know curiosity killed the cat right?” Joe smiled. 

“Yeah… Anyway, I just needed a minute is all.”

“Are you okay?” Joe shrugged. 

“I guess? I mean, it’s in my mom’s handwriting, but it’s from my dad. It must have been written before he died. Here. Read it.” Rowyn took the letter from him and hesitated. 

“Joe, I know that you wanted your dad here on your wedding day, I’m sorry that he wasn’t. But I know how proud he was of you, about as proud as you were to be his son.” With a heavy sigh she unfolded the letter. 

Rowyn, 

I am sorry that I can’t be here, but I know that you are the one that is going to marry Joseph. I see how happy he is with you, how you make him smile… you two were made for each other. I’m glad that I met you before... Anyways, You keep him calm, 

Rowyn smiled, wiping away tears that had begun to fall before continuing to read. 

And he keeps you crazy. You two are like yin and yang. I hope you have a long and happy life together filled with love and laughter. Don’t forget to lean on each other and trust each other. I hope when you have children they will be raised to love life and be as accepting and amazing as Joseph is. I don’t know you as much as I would have liked to, but when I did meet you I saw that you had a love of others, a kindness that transcends beyond anything. You are loyal and love kids. You make Joseph laugh, which is hard to do. Love him unconditionally, as he, I know, loves you. As everyone in the family loves you. Thank you for helping Joey see who he can be as a person. How great he is. How love is never lost. Welcome to the family Rowyn. 

Joe Mazzello Jr. 

Rowyn folded the letter up, wiping away tears. “Well.” She smiled, framing Joe’s face before leaning in to kiss him. “I’m so glad I married you.” 

“And I’m so glad I married you,” Joe kissed away the tears that had fallen before capturing her lips in a kiss. “You ready to go home?” Rowyn took his hand and nodded, following him out to the car.

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Life after death. Part 2. Joe Mazzello!Eugene Sledge.

I'm really enjoying writing this. I've seen a lot of people wanted it. I have a lot of ideas to keep writing, so just tell me if you like it.

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You can find HERE THE PART 1.

Summary: Eugene finds out why (Y/N) doesn’t talk about war.

Words: 1.150.

Warnings: none that I’m aware of.

Eugene appeared at her house punctual, just like the night before. Dressed with a blue shirt, brown suspenders and a pair of pants of that same color, he knocked the front door, (Y/N) opened, dressed with a green skirt and a white shirt.

"Good morning, Eugene. Let me take a jacket, and we can go." That was what they did, they started a walk through a forest near her house. Eugene liked that place, it was calm, and quiet, and without any person that could recognise him as "the son of the Sledges, that has come from the Pacific."

"Do you want me to carry the basket?" he asked, looking to the mysterious basket that (Y/N) had had carried since they started the walk.

"No, it's fine. We're near anyway." she looked at him "But thanks for asking."

They walked for some minutes until the arrived to a place near to a creek. (Y/N) spreaded a tablecloth on the floor and took a sit, making a gesture to Eugene so he did it too.

When I told mum that we would come here she insisted in making lunch" she started taking out things of the basket.

Eugene looked at her and then looked around. There was so many silence that he could here all and each one of the water drops that run through  the riverbed. Sitting there, on a cloth table, with a beautiful girl by his side, compared to how he was living two months before, he was in paradise.

He observed the girl looking to the river and wondered what was going on the head of someone that had not lived what he had. Suddenly he realised that she had never asked about battlefield, and they never talked about it.

"Do you know that you are the only person that I haven't talked about war since I came back?" (Y/N) looked at him, smiling with pity.

"Eugene, I know you think I don't know what you have lived on battlefield. And you are in part right, I don't know. But I know you are lucky, because you are here, in one piece." he nodded, he knew. "My brother isn't that lucky." Eugene looked at her, surprised. "I did some research about you, Eugene Sledge." It was curious what Eugene felt when she said his full name, and she did it oftenly, it made him feel at home. "First Division of marines, just like him."

"(Y/N), we don't have to talk about this..." the girl looked at him.

"No, I want to talk about it with someone like him. If you don't mind, of course." Eugene encouraged her to continue. "He served in Guadalcanal. He came home, my mother got sick, I don't know how he got the permission, but he did. He returned the battlefield for Guam, and there is where his body is." (Y/N) looked at Eugene, with tears in her eyes. Eugene approached his hand to hers and hold it tight.  "He didn't want to enlist, but my father forced him. He was the most pacific man I've ever met. When he arrived from Guadalcanal, outside he was himself, but inside... The first night he had a nightmare that made him cry and shout, my parents didn't want to go in and wake him up, but I did. We spent hours talking, he told me how life was there. He was frustrated, he felt like cannon fodder. Somehow, that's how he died." Eugene got near her, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. "No one deserves to die like that, it's not a dignified death, not even if it was fighting for his country." (Y/N) looked at him through the tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). A lot of them died like that and you're right, no one deserves to die in war."

(Y/N) denied with the head, "That's why I liked you so much that night. One of the only guys without the uniform. It existed the possibility that you hadn't been corrupted by the pain of that aberration that had happened these past years."

"(Y/N), the problem is that it did affect me. I thank God everyday because I'm here by your side, but sadly the war keeps haunting me and I doubt it stops." (Y/N) touched his cheek.

"But the difference is that you are not like the rest of the guys that were there the other night, you took a lesson of all of this. You don't try to use war as a way to like the girls. The war has showed you the cruelty that the human being can use. You are like my brother, I see it in your eyes, in your way of being, even in your laugh. You keep him alive, him and a lot of more man, I'm sure a lot of them were your friends. And that's one of the things why I like you so much."

"I also like you." the girl smiled, stroking the cheek of the boy, who looked at her lips and then at her green eyes. He approached her. "Can I kiss you?"

"Do it, please."

Eugene took her lips between his. Suddenñy, the part of his brain that hadn't shut up since he went down that boat in Peleliu, was disconnected. Suddenly the idea of war wasn't punishing him. When their mouths pulled apart looking for some air, they looked at each other eyes. (Y/N) lied down, putting her head on his lap and stared at him. Eugene was smiling, stroking her hair. He looked around, even though everything was the same as seven minutes before, something inside him was different, a difference that started the moment their eyes met in that party.

"I like this place a lot." Eugene said, playing with her hair.

"I used to come a lot with him, we used to had lunch here and then we went back home." (Y/N) took the boy's hand. "Eugene, I want to be with you, I want to get to know you."

"I want that too, (Y/N), but you have to understand that it's not going to be easy. Anything you've heard about me, any personality trait someone has told you about, erase that from your head, because the Pacific erased it from mine. The person I was before leaving this place doesn't exist, what exists is me trying to reform my life on the destroyed foundations that are left."

"I didn't thought for a moment that it would be easy. But I want to be by your side during that process. I know you'll be quiet, sometimes you won't talk to me for days, that you will stay in bed, looking at nowhere, and you'll lose the sense of time, I know I'll have to wake you up from your nightmares. I know all of that, I've lived that with my brother, and I'm ready to live it with you."

Eugene leaned to her. "Thank you." he said, and he signed the deal with a kiss.

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SPANISH VERSION.

Eugene apareció en su casa a la hora acordada igual que lo había hecho la noche antes. Vestido con una camisa azul, unos tirantes marrones y un pantalón del mismo color que este último, llamó a la puerta de la casa, le abrió (Y/N) vestida con una falda verde militar y una camisa blanca.

“Buenos días, Eugene. Deja que coja una chaqueta y nos vamos.” Así fue, emprendieron un pequeño paseo por un bosque cercano a su casa. A Eugene le gustaba ese sitio, era tranquilo, fuera de ruidos y de personas que pudieran reconocerlo como “el hijo de los Sledge, el que ha vuelto del Pacífico”.

“¿Quieres que lleve la cesta?” le preguntó el chico, mirando a la cesta que llevaba (Y/N) desde que salieron de casa.

“No, no hace falta, estamos muy cerca.” Ella le miró “Pero gracias por preguntar.”

Anduvieron durante unos minutos más, hasta llegar a una zona cercana a un arroyo. (Y/N) extendió un mantel en el suelo y se sentó sobre él y le hizo un gesto a Eugene para que hiciera lo mismo.

“Cuando dije a mi madre que habíamos quedado para venir insistió en hacer la comida” empezó a sacar cosas de la cesta.

Eugene la miró, y miró a su alrededor. Había tanto silencio que podía escuchar todas y cada una de las gotas que corrían por el cauce del pequeño río. Sentado sobre un mantel y junto a una chica preciosa, comparado con lo que había vivido dos meses antes, estaba en el mismísimo paraíso. Observó como la chica miraba al río y se preguntó que pasaba por la cabeza de alguien que no ha vivido lo que él. De repente se dio cuenta de que ella no había preguntado ni una sola vez por la batalla, y nunca habían hablado sobre ello.

“¿Sabes que eres la única persona con la que no he hablado de la guerra desde que he vuelto?” (Y/N) le miró, sonriendo con pena.

“Eugene, sé que crees que no se lo que has vivido en el campo de batalla. Y en parte tienes razón, no lo sé. Pero sé que eres afortunado, porque estás aquí, y de una pieza.” El chico asintió, lo sabía perfectamente. “Mi hermano no tuvo tanta suerte.” Eugene la miró, sorprendido. “He investigado sobre ti, Eugene Sledge.” Era curioso lo que le hacía sentir cada vez que decía su nombre y su apellido, y lo hacía a menudo, le hacía sentirse en casa. “1º División de marines. Igual que él.”

“(Y/N), no hace falta que hablemos de ello…” la chica le miró.

“No, quiero hablarlo con alguien como él. Si a ti no te importa, claro.” Eugene la animó a continuar. “Sirvió en Guadalcanal. Volvió a casa, mi madre se puso enferma, no se cómo consiguió un permiso, pero lo hizo. Volvió al campo de batalla en Guam, y allí es donde sigue su cuerpo.” (Y/N) miró a Eugene, con lágrimas en los ojos. Eugene acercó su mano a la de la chica y la apretó. “Él no quería alistarse, pero mi padre le obligó. Era la persona más pacífica que yo haya conocido. Cuando volvió de Guadalcanal, por fuera era el mismo, pero por dentro… La primera noche tuvo una pesadilla que le hizo gritar, mis padres no quisieron entrar a despertarlo, pero yo lo hice. Estuvimos varias horas hablando, me contó como era la vida allí. Estaba frustrado, se consideraba carne de cañón. Y en cierta manera así es como murió.” Eugene se acercó más a ella, limpiando las lágrimas que caían por sus mejillas. “Nadie se merece morir así, no es una muerte digna, ni siquiera aunque luches por tú país.” (Y/N) le miró a través de las lágrimas.

“Lo siento mucho, (Y/N). Muchos murieron así y tienes razón, nadie merece morir en guerra.”

(Y/N) negó. “Por eso me gustaste tanto esa noche. Uno de los únicos chicos sin uniforme. Existía incluso la probabilidad de que no te hubiera corrompido el dolor de esa aberración que ha sucedido estos últimos años.”

“(Y/N), el problema es que sí que me ha afectado. Doy gracias a Dios cada día porque estoy aquí, a tú lado, pero desgraciadamente la guerra me persigue y dudo que alguna vez deje de hacerlo.” (Y/N) subió su mano a la mejilla del chico.

“Pero la diferencia es que tú no eres como los demás chicos que estaban la otra noche allí, tú has sacado una lección de todo esto. Tú no intentas hacer de la guerra una forma de intentar ganar a las chicas. La guerra te ha enseñado la crueldad de la que es capaz el ser humano. Tú eres como mi hermano, lo veo en tus ojos, en tú forma de ser, incluso en tú risa. Tú lo mantienes vivo, a él y a muchos otros, seguro que algunos de ellos tus amigos. Es una de las cosas por las que me gustas tantísimo.”

“Tú también me gustas.” La chica sonrió, acariciando la mejilla del chico, que le miró a los labios y después a los ojos de color verde. Él se acercó más a ella. “¿Puedo besarte?”

“Hazlo, por favor.”

Eugene tomó sus labios entre los suyos. De repente se desconectó su parte del cerebro que no paraba de funcionar desde que se bajó de aquel barco en Peleliu, de repente la idea de la guerra no estaba castigándole. Cuando separaron sus bocas en busca de aire se miraron a los ojos. (Y/N) se tumbó, colocando su cabeza en su regazo y lo miró fijamente. Eugene le sonreía, acariciando su pelo. Miró alrededor, aunque todo seguí igual que hace siete minutos, algo en su interior había cambiado, un cambio que había comenzado en el momento en el que sus ojos se encontraron en aquella fiesta.

“Me gusta mucho este sitio.” Dijo Eugene, jugueteando con su pelo.

“Venía mucho con él, comíamos aquí y volvíamos a casa.” (Y/N) cogió la mano del chico. “Eugene, quiero estar contigo, quiero conocerte.”

“Yo también, (Y/N), pero tienes que comprender que no va a ser fácil. Cualquier cosa que hayas oído de mí, cualquier rasgo de mi personalidad del que te hayan hablado, bórralo de tú cabeza, porque el Pacífico lo ha borrado de la mía. La persona que era antes de salir de este pueblo ya no existe, existe un intento de reformar mi vida sobre los cimientos destrozados que han quedado.”

“En ningún momento he pensado que fuera a ser fácil. Pero quiero estar a tú lado durante ese proceso. Sé que vas a estar callado, que a veces no me hablarás durante días, que te quedarás en la cama, mirando a la nada y perderás la noción del tiempo, sé que voy a tener que despertarte de pesadillas. Todo eso lo sé, lo he vivido con mi hermano, y estoy dispuesta a vivirlo contigo.”

Eugene se inclinó hacia ella. “Gracias.” Dijo, sellando el pacto con un beso.

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Yes, Minister - A BoRhap Politics AU

//Chapt 1

A/N: Arright gang? We wrote chapter two, as you can see. There are also a few little bonus extra bits that I may post at some point so ye B)... also if you haven’t already, go drop @rachelweiszs-areawoman a follow as this fic is both of our brain child (and she’s probably writing more than me sooo) Enjoy!!x

Word Count: 1915

Chapter 2

ROMANCE IN WESTMINSTER: SHAWCROSS AND HARDY RELIGHT OLD FLAME?

There are rumours afloat in Westminster after new MP Kathleen Shawcross and Chief Whip Ben Hardy were seen dining together. Miss Shawcross and Mr Hardy were part of Bristol University’s Labour Society during their time there and it is known that Mr Hardy was somewhat of a loose cannon at the time.

Kick laughed as Ben held the newspaper in front of her face. They’d guessed something would be said about their university days but they hadn’t thought it would come so soon.

“Fuck me, Ben” Kick sighed, still laughing.

“I tried back at uni, Kick. Fancy it now?” Ben replied

“No thanks mate, maybe another time?” Kick said as she sat down.

“Queen of the let-down. Don’t be treating Gwilym like that,” He joked, as he sat down opposite her.

“Gw-Gwilym? Why would I be letting Gwilym down? He’s my boss, Ben. Nothing more”

“If you say so, Kathleen.”

“What? Were you expecting me to jump him at the first opportunity because he’s hot and single?”

“Aha! So you do think he’s hot!” The blonde exclaimed.

“I never said he wasn’t,” the brunette replied, sighing deeply for the fourth or fifth time since the conversation began.

“Do you like him though?” Ben teased, loving the fact that this conversation was complete torture for his friend.

“I don’t know him well enough to make a judgement, anyway I thought you came here to do actual work rather than prod me into admitting whether or not I fancy my boss.” Kick replied, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

“Which you do.” Ben quickly added.

“Who I don’t know if I fancy yet or not.”

“You do.”

“Fuck off, Hardy!”

Next door, Gwilym caught snippets of the conversation happening between his junior minister and the party’s Chief Whip. He thought about the young woman sat at a desk infinitely older than her and realised he may be in the same boat. He was intrigued by her. There was something about her that he connected with, and she seemed to ‘get’ him from day one. He wondered if, after some time, he would fall in love with her. There was a distinct possibility, at least.

----

Joe glanced out the window of the foreign office, she was there again. Having climbed the Robert Clive memorial, she sat with the same placard she had with her on his first visit to parliament.

“I see Miss Stewart’s out protesting you again,” he commented to Gwil, sat behind his desk.

“When is she not? Which statue is it today?” the Foreign Secretary asked, not looking up from the work he was doing.

“That one over there,” Joe said pointing, “not sure which one it is.”

“That’ll be Robert Clive, a personal favourite of hers.” Gwil replied, still not looking up. The Ambassador’s interest in Elsie Stewart confused him, she was disruptive and self-righteous but Joe seemed almost enamoured by her.

“Does she actually sit out there for the whole 24 hours and not eat?” Joe asked. Gwil looked up, not sure why they were still on the subject of Elsbeth Stewart.

“Yes, sometimes longer, depends how much she resents my existence at a given time.” He stands up and walks to the window to stand next to Joe. He had a curious glint in his eye, Gwil for the life of him couldn’t understand why. Elsie was just some journalist, a journalist with communist-anarchist views at that.

“Didn’t she write that book, Anarchy For the UK: A Critique of British Political Tradition?” Joe asked, knowing perfectly well the answer to that question. He had read it cover to cover between his second and third visits that had coincided with her demonstrating in the area.

“Yes, that would be her. An… interesting read to say the very least.” Gwil said walking back to his desk.

Joe really enjoyed Elsie’s book. Of course, he would never admit that to Gwilym. He felt that the contempt Gwil held for the anarchist would throw a spanner into the workings of both their friendship and workplace relationship, should he admit to really enjoying her book.

After finishing at the Foreign Office, Joe took a walk around the surrounding parts of Westminster. Ever since he was young, he’d had an interest in the City of London. He spotted the Robert Clive statue, Elsie still chained to it. He didn’t know why exactly, but he smiled slightly before darting into a shop nearby.   Elsie yawned before looking at her watch. 18:23, 12 hours and 37 minutes left to go. She looked over the the city streets, the hustle and bustle of rush hour starting to wind down slightly. Her stomach rumbled and she ignored it. Elsie drew her legs up to her chest as the London evening chill blew over her.

“Hey,” an American voice grabbed her attention.

“Can I help you?” she asked in response. Scottish. He wasn’t expecting her to be Scottish.

“Hi, -uhh- I’m Joe. I brought you these,” he presented a coffee and a scarf to her, “It’s getting pretty cold out here and I’ve seen you out here a whi-”

“I know who you are,” she cut him off “Staff Sergeant Joseph Francis Mazzello III, US ambassador to the UK, ex-Marine and key donor and campaigner for President Obama. You missed out on being a congressman for New York by a margin of 2%. You’re a womanising, socialite, philanthropist. You have a net worth of approximately 4.5 billion US dollars. I do my research.”

Joe was somewhat taken aback by how much she new about him.

“And I don’t need your charity, Mazzello. I’m here to make a point, not for people to pity me,” she continued, “and Starbucks? Really?”

“Uhh - you’re right, I’m sorry.” Joe sat down on the steps next to the memorial. He looked around the mostly empty street. Sure, she was making a point during the day, but when there was no one to read her slogans and listen to her yell, would it really make a difference what she did?

Joe wasn’t the type to actively protest social issues. As much as he hated to admit it, his reaction tended to be to just throw money at the problem. There was something about Elsie, she hadn’t just wilted at his natural charm the way most women did, the way Kick had when he first met her. He was used to getting his way, Elsie immediately dismissing him was somewhat refreshing. There was a silent gap between them. Joe sipped on the rejected coffee and looked up at the red haired anarchist who had already begun to ignore him.

“I read your book,” Joe blurted out of nowhere.

“Oh, you’re still here?” she said in response, not even looking at him. Joe elected to let her comment slide.

“I really liked it, you have some really good insight into the failings of capitalism and how the party system eventually leads to no-one getting what they want.” Elsie looked down to him for the first time.

“You think so Mazzello?” Elsie raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t expect a mild rejection of capitalism from some Wall Street arsehole”

“Well, I-”

“In fact, you’re not Wall Street. If I recall correctly, you were born into this. You’re not Wall Street, you’re straight up Easy Street.” Elsie was quite proud of that one. Joe chuckles slightly.

“I suppose… I best be going. See you around, Miss Stewart”

“Fuck off, Easy Street”

“I read your column too, by the way.” he called out as he walked away from the Robert Clive Memorial

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Easy Street. Pretending to be my biggest fan won’t get me off the back of the foreign sec.” she replied.

“Wait, you think this is about Gwilym Lee?”

“When someone who works with him approaches me, it normally is.” Elsie shrugged. Joe nodded to her before continuing to walk away, he was sure they’d cross paths again.

----

Kick smoothed her skirt as she walked into 10 Downing Street. She had been invited to a dinner for Foreign Office ministers, hosted by the Prime Minister Brian May and his wife Anita, a world-renowned human rights lawyer. Kick was relieved to find herself sat next to Anita, some female company in a large crowd of men. The group chatted away happily, avoiding the subject of politics for some well-needed rest. Kick and Anita found themselves making polite conversation.

“Why is your nickname Kick?” the older woman asked.

“I kicked Ben Hardy, the Chief Whip, in the balls at our university freshers after he tried to get off with a friend of mine who was in a relationship. He’s called me Kick ever since” the younger replied, making Anita burst out laughing.

“You went to university with Ben?”

“Yes, both attended Bristol. I’m the one that got away - only girl in the Labour society he didn’t sleep with” Kick replied, smiling over at Gwilym. He laughed along with everybody else, secretly relieved she and Ben didn’t have that kind of a past together. Ever since he’d heard Kick and Ben talking about him in her office, he’d become fonder and fonder of the young MP.

All the while, Anita watched Gwilym and Kick, and noted how they looked at each other when the other wasn’t looking. She saw the deep affection between them, and wondered whether anything was happening. She didn’t like to get involved, she was only the Prime Minister’s wife after all, but she wouldn’t have been disappointed to see the pair of them together for a very long time.

Kick stepped out of No. 10 and into the freezing cold rain of a London night. As she pulled her coat further around her, she heard footsteps catching up to her, and an umbrella over her head.

“How’re you getting home, Kick?” Gwilym asked as he huddled under the brolly with her.

“I was going to get the tube. Why?”

“I’m hailing a cab, my place is on the way to yours so why don’t you carry on after he’s dropped me off? You can claim the fare on parliamentary expenses” Gwilym said, smiling hopefully at her. She nodded and followed him through security and onto Whitehall. They jumped into a cab and laughed at their bedraggled state as they sped off into the London night.

While in the cab, Kick found herself feeling safe and comfortable in Gwil’s presence. The pair made polite conversation, but it was never boring. They reached Gwilym’s house in no time. He lived fairly central so he could pull long nights at the office and be home quickly but both of them wished the journey could have lasted just a little longer.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Kick” he said quietly, as the cab pulled up outside his front door.

“See you in the morning, Gwilym” she replied, smiling brightly as he shut the door and the cab sped away. As they made their way to Bethnal Green, and Kick’s flat, she thought about Gwilym. She wondered what he’d be thinking as he hung his coat up and put his shoes away, loosening his tie and undoing the top button of his shirt. She hoped he’d be thinking of her, because as she hung her coat up and left her shoes at the front door, throwing off her jacket and taking off her tights, she was thinking of him.

//Chapt 3

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Karaoke

Request: can I get a hc about rami and you are drinking and sing karaoke?

Warnings: drinking

-we were out for Joes birthday extravaganza, or so he calls it

-he chooses the local karaoke bar because he loves watching his friends make goofs of themselves singing while intoxicated

-"Joes birthday, Joes karaoke rules!" he demands

-he lets everyone sing with their significant other but the catch is HE picks the song for you both to sing

-Ben and his girlfriend were up first to sing “You’re the One that I Want”

-they made a whole scene out of it, channeling their inner Danny and Sandy

-next up was Gwilym and his fiancé singing “Baby Got Back”

-as the song started, Gwil gave Joe a dirty look

-Joe sipped his drink and snickered

-Rami was nervous, chugging beer after beer to calm the nerves before it was our turn

-before we knew it, the DJ was calling our names

-“You two will thank me later!” Joe slapped us on the back

-the 1960s song blared through the speakers and the pink words flashed across the screen indicating for me to sing

-Rami chuckled and nudged my shoulder with his once he realized what song it was

-I took his hand in mine, looking at him lovingly as we sang the next line in unison

-“Babe. I got you babe. I got you babe.”

-by the time the song ended we were both giggling uncontrollably

-the whole room exploded in applause and high pitched whistles

-“well, well, well, would ya look at that!” Joe smiled and shook his head in our direction

-Ramis arms were wrapped around my waist from behind and leaning his head on my shoulder

-I silently mouthed ‘thank you’ to Joe, and he winked in response

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