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deakydeaky · 4 years ago

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What You Do for John’s Birthday

(A/N: y’all 2021 got me fucked up, sorry I haven’t been active. I hope everyone had a hot person summer. Stay protected in sex, life, and the streets. Love you guys)

John isn’t the partying type. He knows how to party but somehow with John, it can go from 0 to 100 quickly

So for his birthday you decided to stop by a party then have a romantic evening

Freddie wanted to fight on it slightly more but when he heard your ideas he thought they were great

First you made him breakfast in the morning

Then you took him to his favorite music store

After that you let the boys have him while you set up at Freddie’s

You hung up a huge sign, put out his favorite foods and drinks

Everyone was there with gifts, partying and trying to wait on John

When he got there you all yelled surprise, to which he was

He got you and a drink in his hands immediately after walking in

Roger tries to get the naughty side of John out early on but he held back for that night

“You can have a good time John! My thing doesn’t have to be right after this. We can have all night together whenever you want.” You told him

“I would like to remember the nice night my girlfriend had planned.” It still made you blush when he called you that. You nodded your head as you walked back into the living room with him

Everyone came to see him and have some small talk but all night he was paying attention to you

Every time someone came over he made sure you were included in the conversation

“I actually have to leave, me and Y/N have a night planned.”

“Don’t be a bore! Stay a little longer.” Freddie begged with a wink. John blushed as he shook his head. You had picked up on other clues of the night that they knew something you didn’t, or they knew what you had planned

“Not tonight Fred, I’ll see you in the morning. Thanks for the party.” Freddie raised a glass. Everyone followed and toasted to John. He pulled you by the waist and walked you both back to your house

When you got there you took him to the bedroom where you had everything set up, almost. You made him cover his eyes as you lit the candles and got out his gifts

“Okay, open.” You stood at the other end of the bed with a huge smile

“Is- is that a new bass?”

“Brian helped me with it. Look, we signed the back.” You showed him. He went over and laid a big kiss on your cheek.

“I love it.”

“Okay, I’m going to get the champagne, you should… I don’t know… get undressed maybe.” You smiled as you left the room

The rest of the night was spent with you two and you two alone

He played the bass for you, opened more gifts, drank, all of the good stuff

“I hope this night wasn’t too like other nights.” You said as he played with your hair

“It was perfect.”

“I got you one more thing.” You reached over. You felt him move around before you looked back over to him sitting up. You handed him a box that he gladly took and opened

It was ring engraved with the night you two met. He let out a chuckle before shifting around again. He then looked behind him, moving his arm back to the front

“You beat me to it.” You looked down at the diamond ring he held in. You looked up at him as your hands covered your mouth. “Marry me Y/N Y/L/N because I don’t just want a night, I want all of them.”

“Yes! Are you kidding me? Yes!” Your arms went around him immediately, tackling him down. You passed kisses all over his face before taking the ring and putting it on. “It’s gorgeous John!”

“The boys helped me.” He said as he’s eyes met yours. “You’ve made this the best ever.”

“I’ve just been saying yes to everything tonight, huh?” You said as you looked down at yourself wrapped up in sheets. John blushed slightly before you grabbed his face and kissed him again. “Okay birthday boy, what next?”

“Mhm, let me think.” He faked his thoughts as he leaned in closer and closer to kiss you

Other things you did:

You bought him a new camera

Made him dinner

Took pictures with him all night

Get everyone to sign a birthday for him to keep

Got him a neckless with you and him in it

Talked all night about a wedding and your future together

Wrote a note to the guys that whoever got there first would be dead if they came in without knocking (to which Roger knocked and didn’t wait for an answer)

Set up a day trip for you two when he has an actual day off

Stayed with him all night

Made sure his favorite songs were played at the party

Danced with him at the party, even though no one can dance better than him

Said yes to spending forever with him

#john deacon #john deacon headcannon #john deacon headcanon #john deacon imagine #john deacon x reader #queen imagine #queen imagines #borhap headcanon #borhap imagine #queen headcannon #queen headcanon

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missborhap · 4 years ago

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Doing an interview with Ben

It’s really fucking goofy

He keeps making jokes and making you laugh all the time

Before the interview, he said to you that it’s weird because he’s never really done this with a s/o

But you both have lots of fun

The interviewer would sometimes make either direct or indirect questions about your relationship

Ben would immediately try to shift the conversation the what you both are there for (a movie, tv show, etc) if you become uncomfortable or if it’s too personal

He would rest an arm on the back of your chair, trying not to show too much PDA

You and Ben were always smiling throughout the interview

The interview Cracked up with you both

Ben would try to sneak looks at you will the interveiwer questions you both

He subtly compliments you

You subtly compliment him

#queen #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #queen band #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #borhap cast #fandom #borhap headcanon #headcanon #bohemian rhapsody headcanon

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cupboardzllo · 5 years ago

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being a babie with mazzello | hc

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

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

anyway, enjoy this hc!! ♡

•••

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

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

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

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

that was his effort to persuade you

of course you said yes

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

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

moving-in day

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

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

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

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

"Whose baby is staying here?."

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

too late

joe's dying on the floor

(((((bathroom floor))))

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

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

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

then ruffled your hair

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

you freezed

what's he going to say?!

joe took a moment before finishing his sentence

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

then he went out of the bathroom

leaving you

red

and possibly close to having a sheer heart attack

grocery shopping with joe

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

but at the same time you guys are hella hungry

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

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

joe will grab cooking ingredients and other products

like milk

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

anyways

Joe also grabs some chips

and snacks

then there's you grabbing baby snacks

gerber

happy baby

teethers cookies

all the good stuff

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

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

leaving mazzello

grinning

like that joe smile we all love

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

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

ugh i love him

dinner time with joe

joe's not actually the worst italian chef

but he does need constant guiding and sometimes can be sloppy

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

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

so while waiting for the food to cook

joe decided to play some music off of his phone

and guess what he played

nope

not queen songs

BABY SHARK

the first verse came and you were laughing out loud

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

joe is already bopping his head and throwing some dance moves

drop it like it's hoooooot-

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

so you joined him

AND YOU KNOW THE DANCE MOVES

yeah the clapping hands thingy

you guys were dancing so hard you both were sweating

Joe picked you up with his arms

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

you on top of him

and him under you

"....joe?"

for a moment you thought joe is going to kiss you

and he reached you cheek

DING!

the oven dings

joe shuffled and you quickly stood up

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

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

joe was also a blushing mess

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

then chased you into the kitchen

dinner went a bit awkward

because you both are dumb dorks

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

bedtime!!!!

Joe does have a guest room in his house

but he said that the room is currently unavailable

under the following reasons of

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

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

so you agreed to sleep with him

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

ehm okay moving on so

you changed into your pajama

and it has gudetama patterns

joe chuckled when he saw you after changing your clothes

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

you pull out your tongue playfully then joined him

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

joe then pulled you closer to him

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

you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder

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

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

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

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

he turned off the lights as careful as possible

he don't want his baby to wake up

he cuddled you closer and realized

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

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

because he can't wait to give you

his baby

more warmth every night :-)

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sadprose-auroras · 6 years ago

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Hey there, was hoping to make a request? Can I get something where the borhap boys move into an apartment next to yours after they've finished filming. The reader is a massive fan of Queen and BoRhap, but she doesn't know that its them who've moved in? One day she's practicing playing guitar or something and heres heaps of music so she goes to ask if they can turn it down and then realises its them? Maybe they have some jam sessions or maybe a romance buds from it? Thanks!

I’m gonna go with Gwilym because I don’t have nearly enough of him in my masterlist. Thanks for the request, honey!! I love this concept xx

Fucking hell.

This was the third night in a row. You groaned, shoving a pillow over your ears. The electric guitar in the apartment next to yours was basically shaking your bedroom walls. Did they have no consideration for people around them? It was - you rolled over to check the time - 9pm.

Oh.

Okay, so maybe it was totally justified that they were playing guitar. Still, did it have to be so loud? You rolled over, keeping the pillow pressed against your ears, calculating in your head how much sleep you’d be getting before you had to get up for work in the ungodly hours of the morning. Your mind wandered to your next door neighbour, not that you’d met them. Or seen them. In your half-awake state, you wondered what kind of person they were. To practise guitar in the evening, very well but very loudly. To have left boxes strewn in the hallway. So they were a cluttered, messy artist, but talented enough to get away with it. Exactly your type.

Some time later, how long you couldn’t tell, they were still playing the guitar just as loudly as they were (assumingly) a couple hours ago. They were repeating the same thing over and over, and it was getting so annoying and you were so frustrated, that you couldn’t take it anymore. With a huff, you threw your covers back and threw on a hoodie over your pyjamas and fixed your hair so it wasn’t so terribly messy, basically storming out your apartment and banging on the door next to yours.

Behind the door, you heard the guitar stop abruptly, and you let out a small sigh of relief. Perhaps it was the sleep deprivation, but you swore your ears were ringing. You didn’t cease your loud knocking, your fist banging against the door making it shake. You heard some shuffling behind the door, and a huff of frustration.

“I’m coming!” The exasperated manly voice startled you slightly, and even more so when the door opened and you nearly punched the man in front of you in the face; luckily he ducked out of the way in time.

“Woah!”

“Shit, sorry!” you dropped your hand, and suddenly it registered who was standing in front of you.

Gwilym fucking Lee.

For some reason, the first thought that crossed your mind was that he didn’t seem like the loud musician type. Wasn’t he an actor?

You literally stumble sideways in shock, but lean against the doorframe to play it off like you meant to. He ignored your apology, his eyebrows raising at your awkwardness and initial, arguably justified, frustration.

It occurred to you that your ‘outfit,’ or lack thereof, and messy hair, was completely inadequate and you crossed your arms across your chest. Gwilym was, on the other hand, dressed to the nines; smart pants, sweater, sneakers, and glasses perched on his nose.

“Can I help you?” He seemingly couldn’t hide the sassy tone in his voice, and despite being a big fan of his work, you let out a huff. You couldn’t believe the guy was such an asshole.

“I mean, yeah, do you know how loud you were being? Some of us need sleep.” You rubbed your eyes; on purpose for dramatic purposes or not, you weren’t even sure yourself. Gwilym glanced down at his watch, and his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. Maybe it was later than you thought; you’d merely stumbled out of your apartment after what seemed an endless amount of tossing and turning to the thumping music.

“I guess I lost track of time. I am sorry, actually.” He seemed genuine, and it melted your heart and softened your resolve immediately. The entire atmosphere changed within an instant.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for being so snappy,” you gave him a shy smile, ignoring the thumping in your heart at his return of your smile, and you continued, “Just keep it down, please?”

“I will…” he trailed off, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“Y/N.” You stuck your hand out, and he shook it.

“Gwilym.”

“I know.” You gave him an amused smirk, turning to leave.

“You do? Why didn’t you say anything?” He chuckled softly.

“Welcome to the building, Gwilym,” you chimed over your shoulder, going back into your apartment with the biggest smile plastered on your face and butterflies swarming in your stomach. Little did you know that they matched Gwilym’s.

#ask #gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee fluff #borhap blurb #gwilym lee blurb #gwilym lee headcanon #borhap headcanon

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dummythiccisheretowrite · 6 years ago

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Hi! Please could write something cute and fluffy about Gwil and reader being all cute and domestic on their anniversary? If it’s not too much trouble x

Hi! Sorry this was extremely late! I have no real excuses except school and a whole fuck ton of procrastination! Here ya go! Sorry! Thanks for requesting, love ya! Xoxo

Gwil anniversary fluff

Five years, five whole years had been spent together with Gwil. While the years had seemed to fly by, you’d never felt closer to or more loved by him than right now.

You’d shared lovely anniversaries in the past, days that had been spent going on road trips, touring new museums or simply having a nice, quiet dinner together. This one, however, seemed different.

Gwil knew that you weren’t one for loud, huge displays of affection. Rather, it was the quiet, detailed yet simple things that touched your heart. Simply being with him was enough. However, he wanted this anniversary to be extra special.

After a day spent at a newly opened art gallery and dinner at a quiet but elegant restaurant, the two of you made it home to your apartment. Situating yourself into one of the comfy armchairs that sat in your living room, you opened up a book feeling content. While the day had been wonderful, Gwil following you as your toured the gallery, intent on seeing all of the marvellous pieces of art, this was your favourite part of it. You loved the peacefulness that existed within your homely, cozy apartment and you enjoyed being able to read together in peaceful silence.

Gwil had gone to your shared bedroom, possibly to grab a script for a new project, and you waited in your living room whilst reading. Too engrossed in the novel, you didn’t see him enter the living room, or begin to kneel down on one knee while plucking a small, black box from a pocket of his trousers. Only when he cleared his throat did you look up.

You looked at him, looked at the box, looked at him once more and then began to stammer profusely. Looking at the elegant ring perched gracefully in the small box you found your heart racing a mile a minute.

“I...um...wait, wait, are you like - are you proposing?” You stammered out, before the poor lad could answer, hurried, nervous words had come tumbling out of your mouth. “Holy shit, holy shit, ohmygodholyfreakingshit!” Seeing the fearful look upon his face, you’d begun to backtrack, “I mean, yes! Yes, of course, of course I’ll marry you I just - Ohmygod, I just can’t believe this is actually happening!”

A mischievous smile replaced Gwil’s fearful expression and he started to move the ring away from you, “I mean, if you really don’t want it, I can just return it...”

You swatted him on the shoulder before enveloping him into a tight hug, “shut up, I was just surprised is all. Of course it’s a yes, I love you, you big idiot.”

“I love you too,” Gwil said, beaming as he hugged you back.

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bensboynton · 6 years ago

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the bookshop on the corner b.h

this request was originally a blurb but then i wrote a few thousand words and it turned to a fic. so. oops?

WC: 3.3k

warnings: none besides typos!! only ONE curse word.

John Green once said, “As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.”

And as a hopeless romantic, Y/N has wished since the original publication of the novel said quote appeared in (The Fault in Our Stars; one of her more modern favorites) that she could relate. In even the slightest!

Although, it was quite hard being a hopeless romantic who had absolutely zero men who were even slightly interested in her, zero social skills, and zero opportunity to fall in love with anybody.

Until today.

Y/N works at a bookshop in the corner of a quiet East Sussex street, in a town called Rye. The shop is squished between a small deli and a bland boutique that sells flowy shirts she swears she’s seen her grandmother wear on a few occasions.

The store itself is quaint and small; an absolutely staggering number of seven whole bookshelves filled to the brim with words, a lounging area, and her desk where she also had an old cash register. Y/N often worked alone, as the owner had other businesses and placed almost all her trust in Y/N. The girl was completely okay with working alone.

Her routine was always the same; wake up at 6 am, get ready while dancing to whatever music she’d been listening to recently (you’d be surprised by how fast her music taste changes: just yesterday she was listening to Miley Cyrus and now she’s listening to various punk bands she discovered on the internet). She’d then walk to the café that was exactly 95 steps away from the stoop of her apartment (give or take a few) and she’d spend around 20 minutes talking to the old woman who runs the place.

After stalling at the coffee shop, she makes her way across the street to the book shop where she works with one other person; the owner of the shop.

Y/N’s life is very monotone, and to other people, extremely boring. But not to her.

Y/N’s entire life exists in a 5 block radius of East Sussex. She goes to the grocery store sometimes, but that’s about as far away she gets from her apartment and she’s completely okay with that. She eats takeout a lot, anyways.

As pathetic as that sounds, this is probably the happiest Y/N has been in her entire life. Besides when she adopted her cat. That was a very close second in her book.

Y/N was completely satisfied with her life. She’d talk with the woman who owned the book store she lived in, would greet her mailman with a cheery smile every morning. She knew everybody and everybody knew her. She was friends--scratch that, acquaintances-- with everybody who was around her. And that’s how she liked it.

In fifth grade, Y/N was bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready to find a love like she saw in the movies her big sister watched on the TV all the time. While other kids her age were watching Finding Nemo, Y/N was watching Pretty Woman.

Then one day, Dale Erdelac, otherwise known as Y/N’s crush, asked her to be his girlfriend during lunch. She stood there with her mouth full of sharp metal braces and her heart full of adrenaline and butterflies. She said yes all too quickly.

Needless to say, Dale wasn’t serious. Y/N found out a few hours later that it wasn’t, in fact, a serious proposal. It was a dare from his snotty little friends. Y/N cried a lot more than she’d like to admit that day.

It would be completely immature and nonsensical if the only reason Y/N’s love life was so disappointing was because of a dumb mouth-breather in fifth grade. It’s not, but that’s definitely part of it.

Y/N has never truly been in love.

Her mom tries to tell her she has, but she knows she hasn’t. She dated a guy in high school for two years just to pass the time. She told him “I love you” and he said it back, but she didn’t feel love. She didn’t feel the speeding up of her heartbeat when she saw him, or the warmth that spreads across your chest when they laugh like the pretty girls talk about in the movies.

Her older sister, Peyton, tells her to move on a lot. “That fairytale love doesn’t exist,” she’d say, “it’s a creative outlet for fictional writers to display their nonsense dreams and desires. It can exist in your head, but never in real life.”

That’s what she said every time.

Y/N ignored her and kept on living her life in the small bubble of 5 blocks in Rye.

She was happy. She told herself that. No, she knew she was happy. She was secure! What else could she want in life?

And then he showed up.

The tiny bookstore in the corner of the block didn’t get a lot of visitors (although that could be easily inferred due to the description of the little community there). Y/N pretty much knew the name and story of every single person who stepped foot into the shop.

Until one day, she didn’t anymore.

It was a cold January day; not the kind where the wind pierces your skin like daggers. It was the kind of cold that felt dry; like it was sucking the water out of your body through your skin and leaving behind a red numbness in its wake.

A man walked in. He was tall and blonde, muscular and carried a chaotically calming energy. His eyes raked over the book store slowly, as if he was trying to imprint the old wooden rocking chairs and chipped bookshelves in his mind forever.

It was like every move he made had a perfectly logical purpose.

Y/N watched him intently from across the room, hidden by a pile of books she’d been meaning to put away for more than an hour now. She was so intrigued by him it made her stomach do a backflip. This was unusual for her.

As soon as the man started looking her way, she looked down into the book sitting open on her lap, scrambling to pretend she was deep in thought over the passage she was reading.

Her pupils glossed over the same paragraph three times, but she couldn’t comprehend a single word knowing he was in the same room as her.

“Excuse me?”

Y/N’s body jolted slightly due to the sudden sound of his deep voice. She was the only one in the bookshop at the moment, as the owner had gone home for the day and it was her turn to close up. The store was never populated by more than six people at a time, and it would be especially dead considering New Year’s Eve was two days ago.

“What can I help you with?” she spoke, mentally slapping herself for the way her voice sounded. It was pinched and sounded like a squeak. She cleared her throat desperately to return it to its normal sound.

“I’m looking for a book.”

“What kind of book?”

“Well... that’s what I need your help with.”

She smiled as an involuntary blush made its way to her already rosy cheeks, “I think I can help you.”

She stood up and walked from behind the desk, beckoning the tall blonde man to go with her. The pair made their way to the bookshelves in awkward and palpable silence. The girl was panicking- she had no idea what to say.

“I was wondering if you had any recommendations?” The Brit added to the nonexistent conversation.

Y/N thought for a moment, “...well, I’m not sure what kind of person you are, but I recommend any classic literature to people who ask.”

“Does the type of person I am happen to determine the type of books I like?”

“It’s the only thing that determines what type of books you like.”

The girl turned around, her fingers lightly dancing over the spines of the books as she walked. The tall man was on her heels, seemingly just as intrigued by her and she was with him.

“Of course we have Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, To Kill A Mockingbird, Wuthering Heights, and of course, my favorite of all time, The Great Gatsby.” She was picking out the books from their places on the shelves that she had memorized over her six years of working here. She knew the placement of books and authors like the back of her hand.

The man gazed at the pile of books in her arms thoughtfully, before meeting her eyes. “I’ll take it.”

“Which one?”

“All of them.”

She grinned at his eagerness.

After ringing up his books and a slight burst of confidence, Y/N was able to discover the man’s name and his reason for suddenly buying four books two days after New Year’s Eve.

Ben (a name she thought suited him particularly well) was starting a New Year’s Resolution; read one book a month. He confided in her his self-doubt on his ability, but with a small grin, she said she believed in him. His smile grew as he picked up the bag and left.

Y/N could’ve cursed herself into oblivion for not getting his number.

The girl walked across the street that next morning, balancing a coffee and a copy of the newest book that had arrived at the store.

That was one of the best perks of her job, she thought. Access to the newest stories. While she pondered the last chapter she had read of her book, a blonde head of hair in the distance caught her eye.

“Excuse me?” a very familiar voice spoke. Y/N’s cheeks almost immediately flushed at those two words. Deja Vu.

“You’re back!” she spoke, almost as to question why. It’s not often someone new comes back twice, much less is standing at the door before she even gets there.

“I am,” he spoke breathily, scratching the back of his neck, “I wanted to come back to... well...” he trailed off, eyes dancing to the floor.

Y/N waited patiently for him to say what he meant to (she knew that’s what she’d want if she was in his shoes).

“I needed to get your name, at least. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t.”

The girl bit the inside of her cheek to stop her mouth from stretching into a grin that was a mile long. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she stared at her shoes for a moment.

She made direct eye contact with Ben’s hazel eyes and smiled, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose slightly.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, his eyes going hazy as he thought about it.

Ben followed her inside and sat down next to her desk quickly, almost as if he was afraid he’d run out of time.

“I read The Great Gatsby yesterday... you said that one was your favorites, right?”

Y/N nodded, taking a delicate sip from the paper cup of coffee still in her hand.

“Right. Well. I have a few questions.”

Y/N nodded vigorously. She could practically feel the twinkle in her eye, “I’m all ears.”

Y/N went home that day with a swarm of butterflies making a home in the pits of her stomach. Ben had spent the better part of four hours with her, discussing the book he read and many, many other things.

When Ben left the shop that day, she had learned that his favorite color was clear (he thought it made him quirky) and he had a dog named Frankie. Y/N saw quite a few pictures of Frankie that day. She was a cat person, but she couldn’t tell if it was the dog or the way Ben’s eyes lit up when he talked about her that made her heart swell.

She also learned that Ben hated reading, and that he was mildly confused as to why he seemed to enjoy the Great Gatsby so much.

“It’s got to be because of you,” he mused, “I’ve never enjoyed reading a book until this one.”

Y/N also learned that Ben was an incredibly smooth talker.

He made her blush and giggle like a school-girl almost all day. It physically pained Y/N when she had to leave him alone to help a customer. She wished she could sit there and bask in him and all that he was.

Y/N wasn’t positive if love at first sight existed before, but now she hadn’t been more positive of anything in her entire life.

Y/N hadn’t had anyone new to talk to in years (she wishes that was an exaggeration).

So you could definitely imagine the girl’s surprise to see a young British man with a shared admiration for the Great Gatsby at the book shop again before opening time.

The day prior seemed to repeat itself. And then, every single day after that.

For three months, Ben would come to the book store and wait outside for Y/N to come and open up. And Y/N spent three weeks barely getting any sleep and talking to her cat about how excited she was to see Ben the next day.

Y/N and Ben got very close.

Insanely close.

So close to the point that Ben knew every single secret she had kept to herself. He knew the name of her first pet and childhood address (which she realized Ben could easily use to change the passwords on innumerable online shopping accounts).

Ben knew about the one time she had an allergic reaction to a medicine she was on when she was younger, and he even knew about fucking Dale. That was a story Y/N kept to herself. But she told Ben.

But this relationship was definitely not onesided. Y/N knew just about everything there was to know about Ben.

She knew the names of his childhood best friends and his favorite flavor of ice cream. She knew about the one time he got arrested when he was a teenager because he was lighting off fireworks in the street at 3 am. She also knew that Ben was an actor that was currently working on a new film. But she wanted to know even more.

Ben left every day at around 11:30. Y/N had no idea where he went or what he did, but he was never more than five minutes late before he stood up, gave her a big smile and left.

Y/N had never been in love before but she knew with every fiber of her being, with every bone, muscle, and cell in her body that she was in love with Ben.

And almost as soon as she realized this, there came some news.

Earth-shattering, heart-wrenching news.

He was leaving.

“I have to go back to the states to finish this film in three days,” he muttered into the quiet air of the book store he had grown so familiar with, “and I won’t be back for at least two months.”

Y/N could physically feel her heart drop in unison with the butterflies in her stomach. He was leaving, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

She had given him a sad smile and taken a thoughtful sip of the tea sitting on her desk.

“Oh well. Guess I’ll see you in two months, right?”

"Yeah,” Ben said with a grimace, “right.”

The two of them spent those last few days talking quickly; trying to fit as many words into as little amount of time as possible. It felt like they were suffocating with how fast they were talking and how fast the conversation was moving. Her head would hurt at trying to process so many conversations and stories and little peccadilloes the pair were hurling at each other.

It was like they were making up for the time the two of them knew they were going to lose.

On Ben’s last day, Y/N told him of her fear of love and the lack thereof in her life. She told him of her strong desire to be able to relate to the John Green quote. He didn’t say much to that.

She was so in love with him. And she didn’t think he was in love with her.

His flight was at 1:00 that day. He left at noon instead of 11:30. Y/N felt her heartbeat increase as the seconds passed by for that last half hour, almost like she was genuinely frightened of him leaving.

He said goodbye with the first hug the pair ever shared and a light kiss to the top of the head. Y/N’s face was comparable to a fire hydrant.

Ben swore he would keep in contact, but with the differing time zones, Y/N knew deep down that wouldn’t happen.

So, with a heavy heart, she caught up on some things around the shop she had been slacking on these past few weeks.

She blinked away the tears in her eyes a few times, mentally shaming herself for being so upset this man she met three months earlier was leaving. She should’ve known. Or even better, she should’ve said something.

The girl watched in agony as the clock hit 1:00 that afternoon, and felt a pang in her chest as she thought of him jetting far, far, away from her.

He would never remember her. She was a quiet girl who worked in a quiet bookshop that was located in a quiet corner of an even quieter town. There was nothing she could do.

She started sweeping lazily, letting the broom lightly drag across the floor. She didn’t even acknowledge the fact that she wasn’t sweeping anything up.

She almost peed her pants, though, when a loud noise sounded throughout the otherwise empty bookshop and the door was thrown open the fastest it’s been in its entire life. So fast, in fact, that it fell off its hinges and onto the floor, simultaneously shattering the glass panes that made up the middle.

The girl stumbled backward in shock, her heart pumping not only because of the loud noise, but also because of the person who broke the door.

Ben.

The widest smile to ever adorn her pretty face was stretching across her lips. In an adrenaline filled moment, she was off the floor and in his arms. He was stiff and shocked at first, but almost immediately melted into her strangely warm embrace.

“What are you doing? Your flight was supposed to leave 15 minutes ago!” Y/N exclaimed, the confusion finally finding its way to her intricate brain.

“I-I couldn’t do it. Not without telling you something first.”

Y/N’s heart was beating so hard she swore he could see it pounding out of her chest like it does in the cartoons.

“There’s really no easy way to do this, but here goes nothing,” Ben spoke, clearing his throat, “Y/N, I know we haven’t known each other for that long but I really, really, really like y-”

Before the beautiful, perfect man could finish his sentence, Y/N was pushing her lips against his in a mad frenzy to release a tension that had been palpable for months.

Ben melted into the kiss faster than he melted into the hug, his lips moving against hers oh-so-perfectly.

It felt like they were made to be together.

It felt like Y/N had been searching for the final puzzle piece to her life for 27 years, and now here she was, standing in the middle of the bookshop on the corner with the glass door shattered on the floor, finally finishing her life-long puzzle.

“I think I love you.”

“I think I love you too,” she whispered into the quiet that had again settled over the bookstore.

Maybe Y/N didn’t fall in love while watching Ben read, as John Green said one of his characters did. But she did fall in love like she fell asleep.

Slowly, then all at once.

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bnhvrdy · 6 years ago

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self-care h.c (Ben Hardy)

what can I say, I'm a sucker for domestic ben. thank you @benhvrdys for the inspiration you beautiful soul // just your local Ben Hardy hoe 💗

When Ben’s home, he loves to have little at home spa dates with you

This means he’s got a hoodie, sweats, and long socks thrown on. A headband to pull those short curls back as you apply a face mask to his face

he’s got his eyes closed, a small smile curling onto his lips. His hands rest on the back of your thighs or on your waist as you stand between his legs

when you tell him you’re done applying it, he peeks up at you and grins with so much joy. his hands squeeze your body as you swap places and Ben applies a face mask on you

When you’re laying in bed or on the couch, waiting for the masks to dry, Ben tends to ask you if you’re in the mood for a color change and you can’t help but say yes because Ben is just so

You’ll tell him to surprise you and he’ll pick from your small collection of nail polishes before he removes your old nail polish from your toes and set your foot on his thigh

His eyebrows are furrowed, tongue peeping out between his lips as he concretes on painting your toes.

Ben doesn’t do the best job, but he always makes sure to not paint your skin. if he does, he’ll use his pinky nail to clean the cuticle or area because “it’s what the nail technicians do”

Ben gets mani and pedis when he knows he’s leaving for a trip, whether it be a fashion show or for a project or award on a regular basis (every two to four weeks)

first, he was super shy about it bc he never seen any guys go before when he’d accompany you but then he noticed a couple guys and wanted to give it a try

loves it, absolutely loves it. His favorite part is the foot rub that doesn’t last long, especially after being on his feet for a project

it’s the point where you no longer ask him to come long, he’s the one who invites you

“love, I need a manicure, might you join me?”

Ben doesn’t like sheet masks. they’re either too small or too big and they’re so slimy and cold. he enjoys peel off masks a lot

It takes a lot to convince him to let you tweeze his eyebrows

“baby, they’re not bad but just a little clean up”

after a lot of softy kisses and reassuring that you wouldn’t touch the “important” areas, he sits with his face tilted towards you, hands on your waist, face trying to stay still through the painful ones

“this is the last bloody time I let you do this”

pfft

When Ben’s out of the country and finds himself at shops, he’ll call you

“did we run out of that coffee mask?”

“they have a load of products from Korea, should I pick some up?”

“baby, what’s the name of the moisturizer I love? I forgot to pack it and I'm at the shopping centre with Joe”

absolutely packs skin care and does them with the guys

the day you deep conditioned his hair, there was no looking back

self-care also is not just skin care, but other little things too !!

Sometimes Ben and you just sit on the couch, beers on the coffee table, bowl of pasta on your laps and a movie you’ve watched about ten times already

going through your clothes and picking out ones that you no longer have interest in or no longer fit and moving them to the donation piles you have in the closet

Baths, baths, baths,

some days you’ll have your back pressed to ben’s chest and others he’ll have his back pressed to your chest

on days where your pressed to Ben’s chest, he’ll press soft kisses to your neck, drag his fingers through your hair, tell you about his day and ask about yours, tell you about his anxieties for upcoming auditions and parts, tell you how much he loves you

when he’s pressed to your chest, you like to run to your fingers through his hair and over his muscles, which gets the tension out and gets to finally relax. you ask him about random little things, you mention that Joe called earlier that day to check up on you and ask you for a recipe (ben can’t help but laugh)

some days, when you’re both so tense and stressed from work and life, you go down and get pampered at a literal spa

and all I can imagine it ben with a towel wrapped around his hair and walking in a bathroom with fuzzy slippers and flute of champagne/mimosa in his hand

in conclusion, ben loves self care and he gets his regular mani and pedi and he is the world’s softest hardy

#ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy imagines #ben hardy headcanon #ben hardy head canon #ben hardy fluff #borhap imagine #borhap headcanon #my own

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rossmccallsqueen · 6 years ago

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Having kids with the BoRhap bois would include...

(Okay the one of Ben isn’t actually real it’s an edit made by the lovely @borhap-socials 💕)

Rami:

He would always insist that your kids were the smartest

They would always beg him to read a story before bed. If it wasn’t Daddy reading the story than it didn’t count

Rami would 100% be the pushover parent, and always say yes (especially to his daughter)

He would always want to take them with him on set or to interviews, they make him feel less anxious

When they were babies he was the one who loved to get up with them in the middle of the night because he wanted to bond with them

He would always make sure that you all were taken care of, even if he was away filming

100% would always let them sit on his shoulders when you were out in public

“Don’t tell mommy, but you can have ice cream for breakfast”

Cuddle time is his favorite time with the kids

Joe:

Otherwise known as the “fun parent”

even tho he was the fun parent he would have the ability to always be able to calm your kids down

He could always make them laugh and feel better

When your kids were babies he would always make them feel like they could “fly” and fly them around the room

He would tell them about the “real dinosaurs” he got to play with when he was a kid

He would definitely be the PTO parent and always help out with class parties and carpools

However you’d always have to tell him to watch his language around them 😂

He always makes sure he tucks them in bed at night even when he has to work late, he’ll go in after they’re asleep and say goodnight

“Don’t tell your mom but we can go sledding down the stairs” “JOSEPH NO”

Ben:

His favorite thing with your kids as babies was skin to skin contact, he loved to bond with them

He would get so worried any time they started to cry and would do whatever he could to help

He claimed he didn’t mind diaper duty but you knew he was putting on a brave face for you

As soon as they could walk he would try to teach them how to play soccer and drums

He loves cuddles, especially in the morning when they were still sleepy

You would catch him watching the kids sleep, he always wanted to make sure they were okay

“Whatever your Uncle Joe told you, don’t do it.”

“Don’t get up babe, I’ll get them. Yes I’m sure, you need the sleep.”

He would always tell you he wanted more because he loved having something half you and half him

Gwilym:

Your daughters would 100% be daddies girls, always wanting to be with Gwil

Whenever Gwil or you tried to put them down they would throw a fit so he spent most of when they were little being held by you two

A bed time story about Grandpa May and his band would always be their favorites

He would take them to all their play dates and little kid classes whenever he could because he loved seeing them learn

Somehow he could always get them to smile even if they were throwing a fit

“Love you have to be good for mummy! See? Everything’s okay, I promise.”

Their first concert would be Queen because of course

A couple times you would catch him rocking them at night, even if they weren’t fussy. He just loved to hold them

“Careful with the tray now! We made that breakfast especially for mummy. That’s it, right there on the bed. Happy Mother’s Day mummy!”

Allen:

From the moment they’re born, your daughter would be a daddies girl

She looks just like Allen and you fall for her eyes every time

He loved taking her to set and premieres, it was like his bonding time with her

As soon as your daughter was old enough, he would tell you he wants to have more

Cuddle time would be the best time for him, he loved to relax with the kids

He would always make sure everything was okay with you because he never wants you to worry about them

He would always take them to daddy and me classes so he could watch them learn

He would always tell them about the fun times he had with Uncle Joe, Ben, Gwilym, and Rami filming their movie about the “best band of all time”

“It’s okay! Daddy only played a bad guy in the movie. Daddy loves you no matter what, promise”

#bohemian rhapsody #borhap #borhap headcanon #allen leech #rami malek #gwilym lee #ben hardy #joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #rami malek x reader #gwilym lee x reader #ben hardy x reader #allen leech x reader #headcanon

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hannafuckingsucks · 5 years ago

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hey guess what uuuuuuh. today apparently was sompfd thoughts day™ on discord so I came up with a super cute n fluffy Hardzzello headcanon! this was all fueled by Joe's birthday post for Ben and the video of Ben gettin kissed on the cheek 😌 big help came from @walking-in-a-daze by making noises of encouragement at me while I spammed the chat with my brain barf lol, and for helping me to get the perfect final scene 🤭

(1,3k words oopsie)

ok without further ado, some very emotional thoughts™ about two headasses:

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the thought of Ben and Joe just slowly getting more comfortable with physical contact!!!

like they are just friends first, of course.

but both of them get very touchy-feely when drunk

it starts with just a hand on the shoulder or a pat on the back.

or a hug with some extra room for the holy spirit in the crotch area at the end of the night

but as months go on they get hella comfortable w each other

like public dancing

holding hands

touching their faces

kissing cheeks

idk I just get so soft thinking about them being so sweet and intimate and uuh BABIES

mmmmm the thought of them both being piss drunk one night and

idk Ben gets lost somewhere and Joe is so worried and runs around like "where is Benny?????"

and Ben just shows up after 15 minutes like "sowwy I was at the loo and aiming was hard lmao"

and Joe is so relieved that he's ok, he hugs him soo tightly

and when he finally let's go he cradles Ben's face in his hands and looks into his eyes and says how worried he was and how happy he is that he's fine

and Ben just giggles non stop because he's kinda embarrassed but also so happy

AAAAAAAAA I'm gonna punch a wall

like I imagine the rest of the gang being there too, Gwil, Rami, Lucy etc.

they are not nearly as drunk as those two and they find it so cute but also constantly have to roll their eyes at those idiots

lovely thought: one of them *accidentally* takes home the other

like they talk about something while they are on their way home and they are really captured by the conversation

and then it's just "oh we are at your flat Joe"

so Ben's like "I really should get going but-"

and then they talk another 20 minutes at the door step

and Joes just like "c'mon man. please come in. you can crash in my bed, I'll take the couch"

so they get in and they keep talking and Joe starts to get some bedding for the couch

but Ben feels kinda bad like "joe buddy, cmzon, I'll take the couch. I don't want your old man back to feel stiff tomorrow morning" with a wink

like the cheeky piece of shit he is lol

which ends in a lil fight because Joe is "old" but Ben is the guest!

but it's a king-size bed so it wouldn't even be that awkward

they just both look at it for a second, then at each other and

they BoTH would REALLY love to sleep next to each other. to.. to feel each others warmth uhm

but they are both too pusseyy™ to admit that of course

the situation gets kinda tense

because who will say they want it first??

the answer is no one

but in the end one can talk the other into at least sharing the bed

so the bed is absolutely big enough for both of them, they got plenty of space, even jesus would approve.

but they unconsciously inch closer to each other in their sleep

shocking, I know

and they wake up somehow spooning

plot twist of the century. revolutionary

I'm imagining Ben as the big spoon because he's bigger. y'know, wider. buff bapey boy

oh and Joe is awake already for like half an hour in the morning but he doesn't want to move because he feels so warm and save in Ben's ARMS. have you seen those guns? magnificent

it's a little awkward when they both wake up finally and Ben just keeps apologizing, feeling like he overstepped boundaries

so Joe has to stop his rambling

and they have a somehow uncomfortable but also intimate talk about how this is not a big deal and everything

about how they both are comfortable with being so physically close AAA 😩

it's very soft but also fueled by sexual tension y'know

Joe is able to talk about this in a very calm and collected manner

but on the inside hes screaming to himself

about how in love he is

it's one of those angel vs devil inside-dialogues like "TELL HIM" "no I can't" "you COWARD" "HE'S MY FRIEND" "YOU LOVE HIM" "so WHAT if I do but he's my BRO" "BRO THAT YOU'D LIKE TO FU-" "shuT UP"

after they talked and made peace with the situation they get breakfast together uwu

or brunch. with mimosas like a true couple

but the are just friends!!!!!!! ;) ;) ;)

but they both still think a lot about their current situation

Ben might feels very conflicted and doesn't know how to handle this stuff and all those new emotions

he just never felt like that before

he just has this... fragile bro masculinity

the classic "I'm not gay but if I was.." dilemma oh poor baby

but now they BOTH constantly have the "I'm not gay I just love my friend" thought and honestly that makes me crack tf up

like. "I love him I would die for him oh my god! but I'M NOT G-"

and one day Joe just has to talk about it with someone

he just has to get it off his chest

and so he spills the beans to Gwil like "idk bro I just love him and he's my best friend and I just wanna spend all my free time with him. I mean I'm not gay but sometimes I imagine living in a cottage with Ben and 4 adopted dogs and two goats. we could grow our own vegetables in the garden too. I saw this YouTube video about this one lady that-"

and Gwil just goes "Joe that is so gay please stop lying to yourself"

a Joe's just like :O

so Gwil's like "listen. maybe you are not gay gay, as in homosexual BUT. you are very gay for Ben and that's honestly not a surprise to me anymore because I've been watching you two for some time now and wow. might as well just propose already you dumb bitch"

and Joe's just like

so Ben also goes for advice from Gwil

poor Gwil has to deal with all this bullshit :/

Ben's like "Gwil I need to talk to you about Joe" and Gwil just sighs and looks into the camera like he's on the office

Ben's kinda mad at himself because why the fuck would he feel feelings like this???

he currently is very irritated by said feelings and how he's not able to handle them

Ben's like "never in my life have I been soft, I don't know what to do?!"

and Gwil says "Ben you literally cried last week when we watched Aristocats"

so Gwil is trying to calmly explain to Ben that it's ok for him to feel like this and that he gets it, that it can be scary and weird at first but Ben still should be true to himself etc etc

and Ben's just like "..... ok. But. WHAT IF I AM JUST STUPID and Joe only likes me as a bro"

this goes back and forth for a while and Gwil tries his best to stay neutral

because he really doesn't want to intervene too much by telling Ben about his talk with Joe

but after the 6th time of Ben doubting everything he snaps

"BEN GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD OUTA YA ASS YOU BLIND IDIOT bloody hell! first him and now you! why can't you just both be blunt and TALK?!"

"first him.. what?"

and Gwil just goes "I shouldn't have said that. I should NOT have said that" like full-on Hagrid in the philosopher's stone

and Ben's takes his time realizing what Gwil just said and his brain slowly begins to connect the dots

so the situations just them staring at each other like

Gwil:

Ben:

anyway, this is the end. I would love to let them fuck but uuh. dumbasses don't deserve it yet. this would need a, as @cherries-n-rocknroll fittingly described it, good short 15k pining fic! I agree, but I can't do that 💞

if you got this far, thank you, I hope you got to laugh as much as we did! ✨♥️

#what the fuck #idk #ben hardy #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #hardzello #hardzello headcanon #borhap boys #borhap imagine #borhap ships #borhap headcanon

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unorganizedasf · 6 years ago

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Morning Routine - B.H.

Hey guys so this is a headcanon based on a request I got!

the request said “i saw this tweet that was like “boys have one personality trait & its begging you to scratch their back” and i was IMMEDIATELY put in mind of Benny Boy SKKDKS so if you’d like to write something based on that there you go lol!”

Feel free to send me requests/questions/suggestions/anything!!!! <3

So here it is and i hope y’all enjoy! <3 (also this gif makes me so soft uwu)

- keep in mind this entire interaction is almost 100% silent

- it’s 8:17 in the morning on a beautiful Sunday

- wayyy too early for your jetlagged lover to be awake

- you’ve got yourself propped against the headboard

- random Sunday programs are playing low on the tv

- you’ve already gotten a hot cup of coffee in your hands

- careful not to spill it on the crisp white duvet

- ben is laying on his stomach with the covers only reaching his waist

- when he realizes you’re awake there is a blind search for your hand

- when he finally gets a grip on you he just places your hand on his exposed back

- ur like ?????

- wtf am i supposed to do??

- so you do the first thing that comes into your head

- you give his back a little *pat pat*

- he gives you a disapproving grunt so you remove your hand

- again the blind search for you continues

- when he regains contact with you he puts your hand back in the previous position

- this man is so desperate he gently moves your limp wrist up and down his back like an inch to try and get the message across

-a small whine sneaks it’s way from between his lips as he does this

- ohhhhhhhh

- it clicked in your head

- you slowly run your nails up and down his back

- adding varying levels of pressure to spice it up

- the way his body reacts makes the simple task worth it

- you can physically feel the tension leave his body as he just sinks into the mattress underneath your fingers

- so there you sit

- on your bed absentmindedly sipping coffee and scratching bens back

- let’s just say this becomes part of your regular morning routine

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deakydeaky · 5 years ago

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Can you do a Joe proposing to you type of thing? He's like planning and getting a ring and stuff please? Thank you☺

(A/N: alright lets fuck it up, also please continue to send me shit thanks❤️)

Joe planning:

Joe knew from the moment he met you that he could marry you

It was all about time though. There had been a lot happening to him in the last few years and you two hadn’t been together together for very long

But he still knew that you were the only one he wanted

Joe had spent months looking for rings, and I mean months. He would be looking during all of his free time

It was funny how weird he was acting because you thought something was happening but you knew Joe, and he wasn’t that type of guy

When Joe found the ring, all he needed was the perfect moment. He kept the ring on him all of the time

He then got tired of waiting for the perfect moment and made it

He made dinner, lit the candles, placed the mood, everything. But, then he got called into work, you got super sick and it was a mess of a night

After that he thought planning it out wasn’t great and asked the other what he should do because he was so unsure

He tried to drop hints about things to see when he could pop the question

“So, uh, our anniversary is coming up. Anything you’ve been, I don’t know, thinking about?” He would ask when you were making them breakfast

“No, is there anything you want to do? Because I’d be okay for a day where it’s just us.” You would smile at him

“I would too. But are you sure you can’t think of anything. A neckless? Or a ring perhaps?” He would wrap his arms around your waist from behind and out his head in your shoulder

“Joe if you’re asking me for a gift idea just say so.”

Joe thinking maybe an anniversary proposal would be too cheesy

A few weeks after your anniversary he decided that he was going to throw a small party and ask you there. Around both of your friends and some family

During the party things were going the way he wanted. The food wasn’t done in time, everyone kept going out for more alcohol and no one could stay in one place

At some point Tyler asked where he was and you went looking to find him in the bedroom. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands when you sat next to him

“Is something wrong? You seem upset.”

“No, I’m not upset I’m just- I’m trying so hard to make something perfect. I want it to be perfect, for you, because you deserve it, you deserve the perfect moment.”

“Every moment with you is perfect.”

“I’m glad you said that.” He took the box out of his pocket and opened it, getting on one knee.” Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” You we’re completely shocked, like this was not where you thought this was going

“Oh my god yes!” You said before kissing him

Planning the wedding/parties:

You want your anniversary date to stay the same so you decided that you want to have the wedding fast and on that day

You two planned most of it together. The food, the band, where it would be at

You and Lucy planned your bride stuff, along with a few other friends

The guys tried their best to help but weren’t helping at all

You guys chose the basic things like a full Italian course, a big wedding cake, loads of friends there, something that was big but personal

You and your friends went dress shopping along with the boys

On day Roger and Brian came along just to give opinions

You could have sworn you would cry when you saw them looking at you in a dress

“Absolutely gorgeous.” They would comment

It was the day that the most people came for just what you thought would be a few dresses try on day

But, when the wrong dress was grab, you still tried it on, just for fun

When you walk out the gasps were amazing. You looked in the mirror and wanted to cry

“This is it. This is the dress.” You put your hand on your stomach.” I’m getting married. Holy shit.” The others would laugh

The wedding:

You had never been so nervous yet so calm. You were nervous because something could go terribly wrong but you were calm because you were marrying the love of your life

The bridesmaids and you all got ready, your best friend doing your hair and makeup with you

You wanted this to just so smoothly, and have it be the best day no matter what. Then again marrying Joe? You wanted nothing more

At some point you really needed a minute. It was like it was all hitting you and everyone around you was fine. When you went out to the halls of where you were staying you ran into Joe, also kid getting ready

“Hey, are you okay? Cold feet?”

“Never. I just can’t believe today is the day.” You would laugh as your hands shook

“We will do whatever you want to do.”

“I want to marry you, today, and if there were a priest right next to us I would ask him to do it.” You both laughed.” I just- I want this day to be...”

“Yeah, yeah me too.”

After that you were set. You went back to the room, started up music, drank with your friends, all of it.

After you were ready the boys came to see you, all of them almost in tears

“You look beautiful. Absolutely just- god.”

“Ben, please, it’s my wedding day, they can’t find out about us like this.” You would say as you walked next to them

“You do look great Y/N.” Rami would commented

“And even Joe looks really good! It’s going to be a perfect wedding.”

You would get walked down the isle by whoever(if you didn’t have someone Ben would do it, fight me)

And after they everything was perfect

The after party was even better. The food was amazing, you watched your friends get drunk, Gwil surprisingly turn into a total flirt when drunk, people dance around, the whole lot

The best part of the night was Joe’s speech

“This is to the bride, my wife. Wow, my wife. I can’t even believe I get to call her that, I mean look at her, who wouldn’t want her as a wife. I just wanted to say this day has been everything to me, I’ve loved every minute of it. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N. I don’t think a day goes by that I don’t fall more in love with you, and I can’t wait to finish this life with you. I love you Mrs. Mazzello. So please join me in raising a glass, to my wife.”

You were in tears, happy tears, and you couldn’t believe those words he just told you. You were truly in love and had never been happier

Bonus! Honeymoon:

You went to Italy, shocker right? But you had a not been once and that’s where you two wanted to be as newlyweds

You stayed out all night

Drank and ate so much food you both could have passed out each night

Had breakfast outside on the patio, over looking the place you stayed in

Took sooooo many pictures

S E X

Flirted like you two just started dating

Took midnight walks, midnight dinners, went skinny dipping, help each other home when drunk

“You are the prettiest girl on the whole wide world.”

“Thank you Joey.”

“No I- I mean that shit! Not just because your my wife, it’s ten times hotter because you’re my wife.”

“You are so drunk.”

“Off of love.” He say because he started to sing Love of My Life

Went to a lot of places like museums and restaurants

Drank champagne just about every night and morning because you loved it and always saw it in movies

Sang Queen around Italy

Rented a boat just for you two to try and drive

Over all spent all of the time you could together and made a lot of memories from it

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missborhap · 6 years ago

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Halloween with Joe would include

Decorations are at there finest

Eats all the bags of candy you bought for the trick or treaters before you even get home

You have to go back to the store ALONE, so he won’t clog his artiris

He was “mad” that you want shopping without him

Joe loves shopping with you

COSTUMES ARE OVER THE TOP

They can be simple funny to MAJESTIC

Joe literally took you to a Halloween costume shop and literally buys so many costumes

Matching costumes

He loves going to themed parties

Because you know our boy Joseph

Will go over the too with all the costumes and accessories the two of you got

Joe makes so many Halloween funs, it’s BOO sheet

“Hey babe, what do vegan zombies eat?”

“What, Joseph?”

“GGRRRAAAIIIINNNNSSS”

He is all for THEMED FOODS

If he lays his eyes on Halloween Oreos

BOUGHT

Halloween cupcakes?

BOUGHT

Little cakes in the shapes of pumpkins?

BOUGHT

He likes to buy a bunch of pumpkins and have some friends over to carve them or paint them

Like, it would be a small cook out and all the jazz

It’s cute to see Joe get in a festive mood when Halloween comes around

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brianprobablywill · 6 years ago

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“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” with joe PLZZZZ MY HEART WILL EXPLODE

Fluff:

13. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

[p.s.: any of my attempts at opening beer bottles like i’ve mentioned always fail, but my girlfriend recently taught me this method and it works with her, so it must work, yeah?]

This wasn’t unusual. For the past three months, you’d found yourself wound up next to Joe at the end of every party.

Ben was notorious for throwing the best raves. And best friend duties dictate that you have to go to each one. Ben had introduced you to Joe as soon as he’d met him himself, asking you to ‘mingle’ before rushing off to mingle himself.

Joe was charming. He was beyond charming. He always knew what to say, when to say it and how to say it. Whatever he did always left you in a fit of giggles, and Joe smirking, satisfied. Over the course of the past three months, you’d managed to get closer to Joe than you’d thought possible.

You’d learned that he was a big Yankees fan. He loved corndogs and was also a certified Upstate Snob.

And given his usual antics, you found yourself absolutely untaxed as he told you the story of how he once scaled the side of his aunt’s building at twenty. You were both in Ben’s kitchen. You were sitting cross-legged on the island, Joe fumbling around the kitchen to find bottle openers for your beers, slightly buzzed.

You chuckled, blinking softly, “Gimme,” you made grabby hands towards Joe, who scoffed before handing you a beer bottle. You expertly held it at the edge of the island, hitting the cap with your palm and popping the bottle open.

Joe walked over, open-mouthed, mirroring your actions. He groaned when he was unable to open his bottle, handing it over to you with a side-eye. He climbed onto the counter and took the beer from your hand, lightly clinking it with yours.

“It’s so nice,” he said after a few quiet sips.

“What is?” You put your hand behind you, leaning into it.

“You can open bottles with just your hands,” he punctuated his words with his index finger pressed to his thumb. You only giggled in response. “It’s true,” Joe continued.

“Sure, Joey,” you humoured him.

“You’re so good, ya know?” He sniffed, leaning into you, “You’re smart,” he whispered, “And really pretty. And— oh! And your hair is beautiful,” he smiled, tugging on a lock of your hair and letting it go, amused.

You exhaled sharply as Joe rested his head on your shoulder, sighing in satisfaction. You touched your head to his, your heartbeat picking up at Joe’s affirmations.

“Are you flirting with me, Mazzello?” You joked. You knew Joe was way out of your league.

Joe lifted his head to look at you, surprised, and for just a second, you wondered if you crossed a line. “You noticed?” He said softly, the corners of his lips curled up in a smile.

“Huh?” You shifted away from him, blinking, as if it would help you understand him better.

“God,” Joe rubbed the heel of his palm into his eye, “I’ve been flirting for weeks.”

“What?”

“I thought you’d never notice, so I just stopped hoping you would.”

“You’ve been flirting with me?”

Joe nodded, a soft smile on his face, leaning in close. “Should I stop?”

“Please don’t,” you giggled, the sound of your heart beating loud in your ears, “Keep going,” you mumbled. He was so close to you.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” Joe asked, his eyelashes touching yours as he tried to look at you.

You only nodded as you pushed your lips onto his, setting your beer bottle down carelessly and grabbing his face with both your hands. Joe sighed against your lips, clearly as satisfied as you. “Finally,” he chuckled sweetly.

Yeah. Finally.

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