#joe mazzello x gn! reader

[mercurymilkshakes]

Enchanted | Joe Mazzello

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: joe mazzello x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): idk how award shows work lmao is that warning worthy?

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: joe never had trouble feigning polite smiles while at events like these. It is a welcome relief, though, when he meets you- and doesn’t have to fake those smiles.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): enchanted by taylor swift

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

Award shows were fun for the most part. They were chances to make major connections and meet big names in whatever industry the awards were for; which, in this very particular case, was film.

Joe didn’t necessarily hate these events- more so mildly disliked them. He was an extrovert, of course, and was kind and genuine with every new person that greeted him and shook his hand- but tonight seemed particularly lonely and insincere, for no other reason than he felt as if every smile sent his way was fake and plastered on as a way to pass as polite.

That’s how people were at events such as these, and having gone to the show alone, Joe hadn’t seen a single person that he could have a genuine conversation with.

As Joe forced a laugh at another lame joke from the actor who’d attempted to strike up a chat with him, his eyes wandered among the crowd, searching for a familiar face that could be his saviour.

Then, just as he was about to give up hope on the task altogether, his eyes met yours from across the room.

He’s never met you before, he was sure he’d remember standing across from eyes like yours, but he did happen to recognize you.

You smile at him, dazzling, kind, and real.

He’s enchanted. Seeing you on the big screen could never do justice to seeing you in person, even when you were standing near the other side of the room.

You begin walking towards him, offering gentle nods and pats of the arms when you crossed paths with a friendly face.

Joe’s hands begin to shake, so he plays with the corner of the tablecloth in front of him, only mildly paying attention to the actor at his side as he stares at his plate.

He hears your voice before he meets your eyes, your tone playful and warm.

“Weren’t you that kid from Jurassic Park?” You ask, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as Joe stands to meet you.

He returned the look of mirth as he squinted and tilted his head, “Weren’t you that adult in Jurassic World?”

“Touché.”

Joe reaches out to pull out a chair for you, thanking whatever gods he could think of that his hands had calmed their nervous trembling.

He offered the seat to you, which you graciously took as Joe sat back in his own- not even bothered when he noticed the man who’d been talking at him for the past seventeen minutes had finally moved on to someone else.

You and he spoke softly, Joe chuckled at every joke and watched the way your eyes captured the reflection of the lights all around. He was enchanted by your voice, by your words- every breath you took was another wave of awe flooding his mind.

Even as the show properly started, you continued to whisper amongst yourselves- like children at the back of a classroom.

You shared stories, talked about your most recent projects, you teased and joked about dinosaurs.

Joe couldn’t remember a time he’d had so much fun at an event like this. It was relieving, like a breath of fresh air after years of being locked away. You brought out a side of him he loved, a side he couldn’t get enough of.

He was captivated.

Joe hadn’t had a single sip of the champagne they offered that night, but he felt like your presence was a better intoxicator anyway.

The night continued, the lights sparkled, the cheers were loud and electric. It was the same as any award show, but somehow the atmosphere was different. It was you, Joe knew, that was making him see it this way. It was magic.

He had been enchanted by you, and he kicked himself all the way to his car thinking about how he didn’t take the opportunity to ask you out.

Joe drove home, alone, mulling over and recalling the conversations you’d had, and the quip’s you shared.

He was still a bit red faced, he noticed, as he thought of you, and he knew your smile wouldn’t soon leave his mind.

Oh god, why hadn’t he asked for your number?

This thought didn’t leave his head. How could it? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Joe wondered what your favourite colour was, and your favourite warm beverage. He wondered if you preferred chocolate or vanilla, cats or dogs, fries or salad.

He wondered if you loved someone. He wondered if he even had a chance with someone like you.

That night he got home and his mind was reeling at the thought of you- so much so that he didn’t even change out of his suit before laying atop his bed sheets.

Staring at the ceiling, he cursed himself yet again for not saying more, for not asking you more questions when he had the chance.

As these thoughts permeated his mind, he loosened his tie and glanced at his phone as it lit up on the mattress next to him.

Joe brought the phone to his face, ready for another scam notification from his emails or announcement that someone he followed on Instagram had posted.

Instead, his heart stopped when he read the name that had been running through his head since he left the venue earlier that night.

It was a WhatsApp message from a friend of his who was also in the business of acting- and who, as Joe could recall, had worked with you before.

‘Y/N L/N is asking me for your contact, would you mind if I sent it?’

Despite being the picture of poetic discussion in person, Rami always had been very ‘to the point’ over text.

Joe tried not to seem eager in his response of ‘Yeah, sounds good!’

For the second time that night, his hands shook as he waited- for what, he wasn’t completely sure.

Then it happened.

An unknown number appearing in his messages, a giddy greeting, another corny dinosaur joke.

Joe laughed at that, adding your name to his contacts, returning the playful banter, and thanking his lucky stars that you seemed just as enchanted by him as he had been by you.

The way I did not re read this, oop. Anyway, joe could run me over and I wouldn’t even be mad. and for that matter so could taylor swift, enchanted is such a vibe -♠️

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Congratulations on 200 followers!!! Could I request 38 with Ben?

Thank you so much and of course! I hope you like it :)

Prompt(s): 38. “Sorry to interrupt, but did you know your shirt’s inside out?”

Pairing(s): Ben Hardy x GN!Reader (reader is wearing a skirt but no pronouns are used, there’s no description of body shape or type and there’s no gendered language) , Joe Mazzello x Reader (platonic), Joe Mazzello x Ben Hardy (platonic)

Warnings: swearing as per usual, poor writing, I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors

Word count: 343

You and Ben had been hooking up and essentially secretly dating for months. In the beginning you were very careful about when and where you hooked up and you tried to make sure your public behavior didn't change but after months of not getting caught you weren’t as careful. On this particular day, you and Ben had been fooling around on Ben’s couch while a movie played in the background. Your shirt was on the floor your skirt was bunched around your waist and Bens pants were undone as you straddled him when you heard a knock at the door. You both froze in place.

“Fuck” you whispered “what do we do?”

“We wait and they’ll go away”

Another round of knocking and this time Joe’s voice rang out “Ben, open up”

“Fuck” you said in unison and you both scambled to get redressed. You through your shirt back on and pulled your skirt down so it once again covered your ass while Ben rebuttoned his pants and ran a hand through his hair in hopes of taming it without much luck.

More knocking “BEN!”

“JUST A MINUTE MATE!” He yelled back scanning the room to make sure everything appeared normal while you sat on the couch and tried to steady your breathing.

Ben opened the door “what’s up?”

“What’s up is I have cannoli and thought I’d share! What’s up with you?”

“I was just watching a movie with Y/N.” Ben said moving aside to let Joe in “Which is why it took me a minute to get to the door”

Joe kicked off his shoes and plopped down next to you on the couch.

“Well, Sorry to interrupt, but - Y/N, did you know your shirt’s inside out?”

You looked down and sure enough your shirt was inside out “oh” you forced a chuckle “well you know me. Total space case”

“Yeah uh-huh sure. And Ben I assume your zipper is undone because you too are a ‘space case’ and not because you guys are fucking?”

You both froze

“... yes”

[likesomekindofcheese]

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

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

You can read it here!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What!?"

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

"And he looks like this!" you cried.

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

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

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

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

Joe put his hands on his hips

"They could have cast me!"

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

"That's not the point!"

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

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

"Not in a million years!" you insisted.

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

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

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[mercurymilkshakes]

Look After You | Joe Mazzello

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: joe mazzello x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): eXtra fluffy but that’s not really a warning

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: there’s been a heavy weight in joe’s mind, and an equally heavy weight in his pocket.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): look after you- the fray

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k

Quiet days like these were what you lived for. Days where you didn't have to worry about work demanding your attention, or the loving yet unwanted company of friends coming along and knocking at your door. Today was just you, sweatpants rolled up at the ankles, music cranked up to an almost dangerous volume, and your cat.

Though, you couldn't help but admit you wished Joe had gotten a day off too.

It wasn't often you and Joe had the same days off. Your schedules always clashed in that way. It was almost impressive that your relationship had managed to get as far as it had, with all the last minute change of plans, the long distance phone calls, the teary eyed video chats, and those times where a 'date' was really just getting coffee together before dropping Joe off on set.

Sometimes you'd go days at a time as passing ships in the night, being too exhausted and overworked to do anything but order takeout and fall asleep in each others arms.

Joe always expressed how guilty he felt because of this, wishing your schedules would line up for just a while and he could be there with you on these quiet days off. He worried sometimes, that those late night whispers and early morning kisses weren't enough for you.

Granted, it was hard, but you couldn't picture yourself with anyone else. You'd wait for Joe- even if it meant the only time you heard his voice was through the crackle of your headphones.

At the very least, Joe's current film project wasn't too far from home, which made it so his schedule was a lot less stressful, and he had thankfully been home every night since the project started.

This didn't change the fact that he wished to be home with you, watching as you sorted through your CD shelf that could never stay organized, or laughing as you slow danced with your cat around the kitchen. He wanted to be there for those moments, no matter how small and seemingly mundane they were.

Though while the back of his mind felt guilty, the voice in his heart spoke love. He, too, couldn't see himself coming home to anyone else.

How could he? To him, you were home.

That's how Joe felt as he got back to the apartment in the early evening, patting a pocket of his jacket as he hung it up and glancing around at the freshly mopped floor, smelling the scented candles you loved to burn and hearing a soft ballad coming from the speakers in the living area. It was you he came home to, and it could never possibly be the same without you.

As Joe went to call out for you and announce his presence, he noticed a mess of fur peeking out around the corner. A mess of fur that meowed and blinked at him as he came closer.

"Hey there, Peaches." Joe cooed, managing to crouch down close enough to run his fingers along the fluff of Peaches' belly. "Where's Y/N? Can you find them for me, bud?"

Peaches seemed reluctant to get up from his spot, ever the lazing sort, but dutifully rose from his comfortable floorboards and began trotting along towards the bathroom just down the hall, of which had a citrusy cleaner scent radiating from inside.

As Joe came upon the open bathroom door, there he saw you, laying on the pristine mopped floor- directly in the centre, chewing on a liquorice wand.

You hadn't heard him come in due to the music down the hall being much too loud- not to mention you'd been persistently humming along to the lyrics.

Peaches took initiative and hopped up onto the counter, which brought your attention to him, and ultimately, Joe.

"You're home!" You exclaim, sitting up and reaching out a hand towards him.

Joe chuckled, grabbing hold of your wrist to safely and securely pull you up to stand, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

"I am," Joe smiled, taking a bite from the liquorice wand when you offered it to him, "how was your day?" He asked.

You finish off the liquorice and rest your forearms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his head as you both begin to sway to the music together.

"Good," You hum as Joe leans his head against yours, “Peaches and I got a lot done.”

“I can tell.” He observed, recalling the shiny floor in the front hallway, and the couch pillows that had been placed neatly and aesthetically along the cushions.

Joe listened to you hum happily along with the music, and he danced with you, one hand resting on your waist while the other reached over along the counter to give Peaches’ a couple loving scratches.

“How was work?” You asked, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

Joe grumbled tiredly, sighing against your shoulder, “I missed you.”

“Well, I’m right here.” You assure.

He shakes his head, “I want you to always be right here… I know it’s hard sometimes, and I’m sorry-”

You cut him off, pulling away only enough to look him in the eyes, “Joe, stop.”

He does as you ask, sighing as you analyze the love he has in his heart and that doubt in the back of his mind. You pick him apart so easily, as if his emotions are a book to be read.

“I’m always gonna be right here, Dino Boy, I’m not going anywhere.” You smile, pulling back and cupping his jaw in one hand, gaining a small quirk of Joe’s lips as you do so.

“Marry me.”

You freeze entirely, looking stunned at Joe’s adoring yet nervous expression.

“Really?” You whisper.

“Really, really.” He breathes out, matching your tone, taking your hand from his jaw and holding it against his chest. “I mean it, Y/N, marry me.”

The phrase registers, and your dazed demeanour bleeds away into joy and amusement, “Joseph Francis Mazzello the third, you most certainly did not just propose to me in our bathroom.” You chuckle, a little teary eyed as his forehead presses against yours.

“Is that a no?” He chuckles along too, knowing his timing wasn’t exactly perfect- if anything, it’d just slipped out before he could bite his tongue- but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about it for a while.

He just couldn’t believe he’d been carrying around that damned ring in his jacket pocket for two months only to end up blurting out the proposal as he and the love of his life swayed along to ballad music in the citrus air of their recently cleaned bathroom.

“That’s an ‘I can’t believe I’m gonna be dealing with you for the rest of my life’, Mr Mazzello.” You beam, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he laughs.

“Would you like to see your ring?” Joe asks, taking your hands and guiding you along down the hall.

You gasp, “There’s a ring?”

Peaches brushes up against your legs as he passes by on the way to his litter box, meowing as he went, while you and Joe maintained the lighthearted and excited conversation of a newly engaged couple.

“I think you should wear that dinosaur printed bow tie of yours at our wedding.” You tease, watching Joe fumble with his jacket.

“Oh, absolutely.”

Joe Mazzello deserves the world, I said what I said. Also stan Peaches the cat he was a delight to write for, AND EXCITING TIMES: WE GOT OUR FIRST REQUEST!! It’ll be written up and posted v soon, thank you to that anonymous person for being the legend they are -♠️

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Can I get 23 “I couldn’t sleep” and 25 “The bed is cold without you” from the prompt list with Joe please?

Prompt(s): 23. “I couldn’t sleep”, 25. “The bed is cold without you”

Pairing(s): Joe Mazzello x GN!Reader

Warnings: vague mention of a verbal fight, minor fuff and angst? poor writing. I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes  

Word count: 284

You and Joe had been living together for a while and for the most part, had a very healthy happy relationship. But one night the two of you had a massive fight that resulted in Joe sleeping on the couch. This was your first fight that was more serious than “Star Wars vs Star Trek” or “milk chocolate vs Dark chocolate”, this was new territory and at the time sleeping separately seemed like the best option. 

But now, as you tossed and turned in the big bed all alone, hour after hour, you couldn’t help but feel like the fight no longer mattered. That it was stupid and the two of you had just gotten carried away

You glanced at the time and saw that it was now 4:30 in the morning. You hadn’t slept yet and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to without Joe. 

So you pulled the covers back, got out of bed and made your way out of your room. Joe looked up when the door opened and his eyes followed you all wide and hopeful as you make your way over to the couch but didn’t move beyond that. You paused in front of him.

“I couldn’t sleep” you said softly 

Without saying a word Joe lifted the blanket covering him and you joined him on the couch. The two of you shifted until you both got and were semi-comfortable which meant being so close you could no longer tell where you ended and he began. 

“The bed is cold without you” you whispered 

Joe just kissed your forehead in response, but you were already dozing off and before too long he too started drifting to sleep. 

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Can I get 26. “you’re in love with him/her, aren't you?” With joe please love ❤️

Prompt(s): 26. “You’re in love with him/her, aren’t you?”

Pairing(s): Joe Mazzello x GN!Reader and the rest of the main borhap cast (including Lucy and Allen) x GN!reader (platonic)

Word count: 272

Warnings: angst? Poor writing skills and poorly proof read.

You had always been the quietest one of your friend group, but you closest friend was Joe Mazzello so that’s not saying too much as that boy was usually just a ball of energy and chaos. Tonight, Joe had convinced you to come to a bar with him, Ben, Gwil, Rami, Lucy and Allen. You’d met all of them before and you definitely got along with them so you were having a pretty good time.

You were all sitting in a big curved booth, from right to left it was Joe, you, Ben, Lucy, Rami, Allen and Gwil. All of you were having a great time catching up, when Joe got up to get more drinks from the bar. You didn’t pay too much attention to it at first as he and Gwil had been getting up periodically throughout the time they’d been there, but as you were trying to listen to something Allen was saying, something caught your eye. Joe was talking to a woman at the bar.

He had the drinks he had gone to get, that you could see, but there he stood, still talking and laughing with her. Then you saw her slip him something but you couldn’t tell what until he opened it and looked at it more carefully himself and your heart sank a little. It was a small piece of paper and, presumably, her number.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Asked Ben quietly. You turned and found both him and Lucy watching you intently.

“Yeah,” you looked back at Joe who was now making his way back to the table.

“Yeah, I am.”

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Can I request 45. “He’s in love with you, darling” with Joe？🥺 Maybe I’ve a crush on him but I don’t know that he also feels the same way. Thank you💕

Collab @sugarhoneyiceteathe-cops. Thanks babes, I couldn’t have done it without you!

Prompt(s): “He’s in love with you, Darling”

Pairing(s): Joe Mazzello x GN!Reader, Lucy Boynton x Reader (platonic), mentions of other borhap cast members. 

Word count: 491

Warnings: angst, jealousy, poor writing skills on my part, sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar errors. 

    The weather outside was beautiful. The sun was shining & the breeze was cool. All of your friends were coming over for your housewarming barbecue. Joe, had shown up early to help you get everything ready. You had feelings for Joe, but you weren’t entirely sure if he had feelings for you too.

   “So, when is everyone else supposed to get here?” Joe asked.

   “Um, anytime now.” You say back.

   Slowly but surely everyone started to arrive. Over the next hour or so Lucy and Rami, followed by some of your friends, Ben, Gwil, Allen and his wife and a few more of your friends all trickled in. You were making the rounds, going from person to person, conversation to conversation when you bumped into an old friend that you had invited knowing he was in town, but hadn't seen in a long while. You greeted him with a warm hug and the two of you make your way to the chairs in your patio just to find that there was only one left open.  

   “C’mon” he said, sitting down “we’ll share, just like old times” 

   “You laughed and sat side saddle on his lap completely unaware that Joe was within earshot and at this point, pretty pissed off. The two of you proceeded to catch up and chat with the people surrounding you, telling stories about your times together. Joe stomped off catching your attention. You apologized, excused yourself and followed him into your home. 

   “Joey?” you asked tentatively 

   “What?” he asked gruffly from your kitchen

   “What's wrong?”  

   “Oh, nothing’s wrong” he said grabbing a beer from the fridge “Why would anything be wrong?” he opened it and took a big drink “Your party’s a hit and you get to catch up with old friends. Who is that guy anyways? An old boyfriend?” he asked bitterly 

   “Joe… what’s going on with you?” 

   Joe opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Lucy appearing in the doorway. She looked concerned.

   “I’m interrupting. I’ll go.” 

   “No. I’ll go.” and so he did

   You sighed heavily “whats up Luce?”

   “We’re out of Lemonade”

   “Fridge” you said, gesturing in its general direction

   “Are you okay?”

   “I don't understand what's going on with Joe. He was fine earlier but now he won't just talk to me…” you trailed off looking at Lucy in hopes of some explanation. 

  “He’s in love with you, darling.”she said simply, like it was obvious and left with the lemonade, leaving you reeling for a few minutes. After having digested what she said you left the kitchen to try to find Joe, only to bump into him on his way in nearly knocking the both of you over.  

   “Joey…” you breathed, staring at him. 

   “YN? You ok?” he asked still guarded but concerned. You just kissed him in response making him freeze momentarily but he quickly melted into it, only breaking apart when you heard Ben say,

   “About fucking time”  

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32. “how do I look?” “like an idiot” w/ Joe!

Prompt: 32. “How do I look?” “Like an idiot”

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x GN!Reader + a lil Ben (platonic)

Word count: 138 (short I know)

Warnings: Joe being joe, poor writing skills, subpar proof reading

You and Joe were getting ready for your annual Halloween party that would start in about 15 minutes. You were already in costume and were double checking that everything was ready while Joe got his costume on.

“Ok, glasses, drinks, food, candy, chairs, costume…” you muttered to yourself as you walked through your apartment. “Oh! Music!” You pulled up Spotify on your computer which was already hooked up to your good speakers and started your Halloween playlist that you’ve been cultivating and perfecting for years when Joe reappeared.

“How do I look?” He asked posing for you just as there was a knock at the door

“Like an idiot” you replied, opening the door to find Ben

Ben looked Joe up and down “She’s right. You do look like an idiot”

“Sweet. Just what I was goin for”

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

17. “Marry me?” With Joey, please 😘.

Prompt: 17. “Marry me?”

Pairing(s): Joe Mazzello x GN!Reader

Word count: 313

Warnings: fluff, poor writing skills and again I didn’t proof read as well as I should I should have.

You opened the door to dark quiet apartment which wasn’t unusual as it was very late and you just remembered that you’d forgotten to tell Joe you’d be even later than usual. You set your stuff down and made your way to your shared bedroom. When you opened the door you were greeted by an unusual and pin true Joey fashion, slightly hilarious sight.

The lights we dimmed, there were a few candles lit on the night stand, a love song of some kind was coming from Joe's phone and there was a small sprinkling of rose petals leading to the bed, on which was Joey, on top of the covers, fast asleep and snoring. You chuckled softly to yourself at the sight but headed to the bathroom to start your nightly routine, deciding to ask him about all this tomorrow.

You changed into your pajamas and did whatever else you needed to do to be ready to sleep. You turned off the music and blew out the candles, then you grabbed a blanket from the closet and as gently as possible draped it over your sleeping boyfriend all the while hoping you wouldn’t wake him but no such luck.

Joe awoke with a start And the words “Marry me” tumbled from his mouth.

“What?” You laughed

He ran a hand over his face “oh wait. No. I havta…” he trailed off, sat up and started searching through the bed for something.

You watched him curiously when it suddenly dawned on you right as he found what he had been searching for: a small velvet box. How did you not see it till now? Joey was gonna propose. He slid off the bed onto one knee and opened the box to reveal the prettiest diamond ring you think you’d ever seen.

“YN, will you marry me?”

You nodded, blinking back tears “hell yeah”

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

Could I please request 33 with Joe (×reader/platonic) or Freddie (platonic) (I feel like it's something one of them would say 😂)

Prompt: 33. “I don’t lose things. I place things in locations that later elude me.”

I couldn’t pick so I did one for each lol, tho both are short af.

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x GN!Reader (platonic)

Word count: 107

Warnings: none besides poor writing skills and poor proof reading?

“Joe what are you doing?”

“Looking for something”

“What did you lose and how long have you been looking for it?

“Ok first of all, I don’t lose things. I pace things in locations that later elude me and secondly I don’t appreciate the judgement radiating from you right now.”

“Joey. What did you lose?”

“I just told you I don’t-

“Fine. What are you looking for?”

“... my phone”

you walked over to him and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “You mean this phone?” Joe just stared at his phone in your hand with the most exhausted and defeated look you’d ever seen.

“Yes”

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Pairing: Freddie x GN!Reader (platonic), the rest of Queen is there too (again platonic)

Word Count: 109

Warnings: poor writing skills, not proof read.

“Where did you last see them?” You asked Freddie as the other 3 boys walked in.

“Last see what?” Asked Deaky

“Freddie lost his studio keys again”

“I don’t lose things, darling. I place things in locations that later elude me” You and Roger exchange an amused glance

“Sure you do Fred.”

“Come with me, I think I have an extra set that you can use until you find them but it’s the only set left so you can’t lose them”

“I don’t-

“I know, I know, you don’t lose things. My point is: Please try not to place this set in a location that later eludes you, alright?”