#joe-mazzello-blurb

[almightyellie]

joe mazzello masterlist

titles marked with a ♥︎ contain smut

one shots

⇢ baseball ♥︎

in which joe is your neighbor. your extremely attractive, older neighbor. you begin to babysit his kids and things between the two of you are quick to change.

⇢ make you mine ♥︎

in which during yet another summer at the shared summer house with yours and joe’s families, the two of you take an unexpected turn in your relationship.

⇢ new york, new york

in which you share a game day with your two favorite people.

⇢ shooting the moon ♥︎

in which you and joe shared a whirlwind romance, but that was years ago. it doesn’t make seeing him any easier.

⇢ do you remember ♥︎

in which you had everything you ever needed: your dream job, a meddling roommate, and an unfulfilled agreement with an old friend.

⇢ burning desire ♥︎

in which you and your professor begin to grow very close, and it makes you nervous

blurbs

⇢ best friend joe ♥︎ ⇢ stuck at home ⇢ dom!joe + breeding kink ♥︎ ⇢ teasing joe ♥︎ ⇢ spitting ♥︎ ⇢ daddy!joe ♥︎ ⇢ watching you ♥︎

all mini blurbs can be found here!

⇢ dad!joe

⇢ tim murphy

[likesomekindofcheese]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it’s Christmas Eve and they are sitting by the Christmas tree and Joe surprises reader with a present and when reader opens it, it’s a velvet box and Joe takes it from reader and goes into a speech about how much he loves her and that when he first laid eyes on reader in college, it was love at first sight and he gets down on one knee and asks reader to marry him?

Awww, that's cute!

Again, I don't do requests for longshots but I can do a blurb!

"Oh, look! Snow!" you cried, running to the window. You felt the chill already from the window.

White flurries by now were falling down so heavily, that it blanketed everywhere. It was so beautiful- and with the fireplace on and the Christmas tree twinkling with lights and decorations, it was quite a perfect Christmas Eve. In the back, the Nutcracker pas de deux between the Sugar Plum Fairy and her Cavalier Prince was playing.

"I think having you be me would make it better..." Joe suggested.

You turned around and saw him with a cheeky smile. You then went over and sat down next to him, letting him cuddle you.

"How are you? Was your Christmas Eve busy? I had to do some last-minute shopping..." you said.

"I'm...I'm good...great..." Joe answered.

You looked at him and saw that his ears were bright pink. Normally, he was talkative and confident, but he seemed a little quiet today.

"What's up? Something happened with your mom?" you asked.

"No! She's okay!"

"An audition went badly!?"

"No, not at all! I...it's just I...uh, have a gift for you and it can't wait for tomorrow," he announced.

"Oh! Okay- which one is it?" you questioned, looking after the presents you just finished wrapping up.

He cleared his throat and you returned your head. He had a box that was square and small, wrapped in red and white striped paper.

"Alright, great!" you said cheerfully.

Once you undid the paper and broke open the cardboard box you saw inside was...a small velvet box.

The breath was knocked out of you and your heart picked up.

"Joe, uhm, is...is..."

His eyes, shiny and sincere, looked up at you.

"Y/N, I...I've known you for a while and we have dated for a while and I..I think I have loved you from the moment I met you. I can be myself around you. It was a small love, but a part of me wondered, just wondered...wondered if I met the person who should be my person. I just had to be sure...so I spent time with you. And that little love it grew and grew. I see stars in your eyes, Y/N, and a smile that gives me life. Crap, I'm getting so sappy! I..."

He rubbed the back of his head.

"I don't even talk like this!"

"It's okay, Joe!" you said with a slight laugh. But your eyes were starting to well up.

"But I love you, Y/N and I want you to be happy. I would love it if I could make you happy for the rest of your life, so Y/N..."

Your head spun as he got on one knee. The music surged to it's most romantic.

"Will you marry m-"

It was cut off as you leaned down and planted a large kiss on his lips in answer.

There was a sudden buzz from his phone. It was from Ben.

"Have you proposed to her yet, Mate? Update me!"

Both of you smiled at it. You opened the box and propped the shiny diamond ring on your finger.

"Let's take a picture as an answer!" you suggested.

Taglist: @borhapgirlforlife19 @queenlover05

[cherry-holland]

Joe Mazzello Masterlist

One shots

morning light 🥺🔥

Blurbs

me necesita 🔥

Headcanons

first date 🥺

[myficreccs]

Bo Rhap Boys (and some of their other characters) fic rec masterlist

Updated 9 October 2023

Bo Rhap Boys

Headcanons

BohRap Boys as Elementary Teachers! by @likesomekindofcheese

Ben Hardy 

Series

And they were roommates by @fallingprincess

Save You by @fallingprincess

One shots

bookends by @almightygwil

Falling by @demo-wise

Glitter Blood by @fallingprincess

guessing games by @angrylizardjacket

Just Say You Won’t Let Go by @backstage-journal 

Movie Night by @pxroxide-prinxcesss

Nicotine Buzz by @redspecialty

Pain and other magical kinks by @fallingprincess

the proposal by @seven-seas-of-taylor

temporary fix by @seven-seas-of-taylor

Timing by @fallingprincess

[Unnamed request] by @illfoandillfie

Gwilym Lee

One shots

A Nice Surprise with Gwilym by @deacyblues

carolina by @almightyellie

classy girls by @almightyellie

from the shadows by @deacyblues

i lived by @almightyellie

like the movies by @brianmays-hair

meet on the ledge by @archaicmusings

patience by @almightyellie

p.s. i love you by @almightyellie

Joe Mazzello

Series

Agape by @joemazzmatazz

One shots

born losers by @archaicmusings

Date Night by @just-my-sickly-pride

Drowning by @joe-mazzello

Home. by @halfofwhatisayismeaningless

i’ll be in the front row by @angrylizardjacket

just give me a call by @mazzell-ro

Like a River Runs by @joemazzmatazz

linger a little longer by @rhapsodyrecs

love calls you by your name by @archaicmusings

Meant to go this way by @fallingprincess

Niece To Meet You by @moodysunflowergirl

Party For One by @joemazzmatazz

Request 1 by @assembledherethevolunteers

stars, cake, and kisses by @mazzell-ro

Stood Up, Make Love by @illfoandillfie

You Make Me Feel Like Dancin’ by @deacyblues

Blurbs

[700 follower celebration blurb] by @joemazzmatazz

Pat Murray

One shots

Collisions and Confessions by @assembledherethevolunteers

Love With Its Back Turned by @gardnerlangway

Napkin Numbers by @quinoaisrethinkinglife

Tim Murphy

One shots

Absolutely Smitten by @officially-multi-fandom

neighbor by @patmvrray

John Deacon

One shots

a dying art by @ineloqueent

A Permanent Deal by @adrenaline-roulette

crayons & caresses by @brianmays-hair

don’t go by @patmvrray

my wife by @ineloqueent

The Fire and the Flames by @deacyblues

Headcanons

Being a bassist and dating John Deacon by @stardust-killer-queen

Roger Taylor

Series

You’re a Legend, Freddie by @rogertayloriskindacool

One shots

Dining at The Ritz we’ll meet at 9 by @adrenaline-roulette 

[taleofharrison]

Pretty | Joe Mazzello

Summary: You finally visit Joe on set with your daughter.

Warnings: A poorly written toddler (let’s just say she’s shy I’m soory)

Requested: Yep by @borhapgirlforlife19​

Word Count: 1000

A/N: I haven’t written for these guys in ages I missed them but anyways enjoy hope you like this.

Visiting Joe on set was a common thing in your relationship from the moment you both knew it was serious. You loved seeing him work and he loved having you around in between takes or during his breaks, it became such a special thing in your relationship that he proposed on one of your visits. He was lucky enough to be shooting on location that day, a beach to be exact, it was also a night shoot, and he took the opportunity during the first break. It wasn’t elaborate at all, but you didn’t see it coming and were genuinely surprised and, in your eyes, it was the perfect proposal.

However, once you had a baby you knew you had to stop visiting on set as often as you did, he always insisted that your daughter could go and be on set with him that you could stay at his trailer while he was busy, you on the other side didn’t feel comfortable with having your baby in an unknown environment surrounded by strangers, it would overwhelm her and you knew that a quiet set and colicky fussy baby wasn’t a good combination.

“Just let her grow up a bit” you told him “I promise you that once I feel sure enough that she won’t be a bother for the crew we’ll be there.”

“Fine” he huffed holding the six-month-old baby close to his chest.

Joe was about to start a new production, the first one since he took a break during your pregnancy and first few months of Grace’s life. He didn’t want to leave both of you he wasn’t ready but how could he ever be ready to leave his little family?

Time passed and your beautiful baby girl was now three, almost four, years old and she hadn’t seen her dad at work not once due to the agreement you had with Joe. From day one he was more than ready to have Grace on set with him, but he also knew that you had to be same page as him and, so far, you hadn’t changed your mind.

“Okay I gotta go” he said taking one last bite to his breakfast. He had been casted as John Deacon on the Queen biopic, and you had come with him this time before Grace started preschool.

He kissed you goodbye and kissed his daughter’s head quickly “Bye princess.”

“Bye daddy!” she replied with a giggle.

An idea crossed your mind, Grace was old enough to understand what being quiet meant and most of the time she was a well-behaved toddler. Yes, she threw tantrums, was an energetic ball hard and it was sometimes hard to keep up with her, but she wasn’t anything you couldn’t control if the situation needed it plus the most stressful shot of the whole movie had already been done so you wouldn’t be making Joe even more nervous.

“You wanna go see daddy?” you asked her with a smile. Her eyes lit up so quickly and she nodded.

You cleaned up the kitchen and got Grace ready to go. You took one of those set passes that Joe always get you and drove to where they would be shooting.

“Okay baby we have to be really quiet” you told her in a whisper “we want to keep this a surprise, okay?”

“Quiet” she giggled in the same tone as you with her index finger on her mouth.

They were shooting the first concert they ever had with Freddie as a front man and Deaky as bass player. It was a closed set so you couldn’t go in while the neon sign outside said that they were filming.

“And cut!” the director yelled “take a break everybody, I’ll let you know if need another shot.”

On your side the neon sign went off so it meant that you could go inside with your little girl in your arms.

“Do you see who’s there?” you asked Grace putting her down.

“Daddy!” she giggled running to him. Even with a long wig and 70’s clothing she recognized him. He was a daddy’s girl after all.

“Grace!” Joe exclaimed completely ignoring Ben, who was a having a conversation with him, he quickly picked her daughter up. “What are you doing here? Where’s your momma?”

“I thought she was old enough to visit you” you answered walking up to him.

“So, we finally get to meet little Mazzello today?” the blonde man asked. The whole cast had met you but not Grace though they had seen plenty of photos thanks to Joe.

“I-yeah I mean I guess” Joe was still processing the surprise. This is all he ever wanted a ’bring your child to work’ day “this is Grace”.

“Uncle Rami!” she exclaimed once he saw him.

“Want to stay with Uncle Rami?” Joe asked her to which she agreed.

Joe gave Grace to Rami and let him introduce her to Ben and Gwilym while he talked to you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” he asked.

“If I had, then you wouldn’t be surprised” you smiled.

“Believe me I’m shocked” he sighed not trying to hide his smile “what made you change your mind?”

“I just thought why not” you shrugged “you’ve wanted her on a set with you for such a long time.”

“I think she likes it here” you said when you saw her play with Joe’s costars.

“Yeah” he smiled “after this scene I have an actual break so we can spend time in my trailer yeah?”

You nodded everyone seemed to be going back to their places, so you had to go fetch Grace.

“Sorry gentlemen but I think we’re not needed here” you said picking up your girl from Ben’s arms.

“Pretty” she squealed out of nowhere. You weren’t sure if it meant Ben or the wigs they were wearing.

“You think I’m pretty?” Ben spoke and she nodded making Joe eyes wide. Ben wouldn’t let Joe forget this one.

[borhap-au]

Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

“You’d be better off with someone else”

Despite thinking long and hard, you weren’t able to answer the question “what you like the most about yourself,” because the truth was, there wasn’t such a thing. You hated your looks and your personality and your insecurity and… well, everything. The only good thing you found in your life was your relationship with Joe. He was a great boyfriend, very patient and understanding, but also loving and gentle. You loved spending your time with him – that is of course until the insecurity kicks in and ruin all the fun for you. You looked at him – a handsome, attractive man with a great sense of humor and amazing personality – and you couldn’t believe you dated him. But what you couldn’t believe even more, is why he dated you. In your opinion, he could’ve had any girl. He was charming, interesting and famous. There wasn’t a bad quality about him that you knew about. And yet he chose you, a “walking disaster,” as you liked to call yourself. And from that insecurity (and only from it, because Joe gave you no reason to think that) stem the idea that he will soon realize how bad you are, and how much better he can do, and he will leave you. So to save yourself some of the pain, you slowly started to distance yourself from him to make it easier later. It didn’t escape his attention.

You were sitting on a couch, watching a movie, but it wasn’t the usual scenario. Before, you would be snuggling to him and he would be petting your back. Right now, you were sitting at a distance, focusing on the movie instead of your boyfriend. He noticed.

“Y/N?” He looked at you concerned. “Did something happen?” He knew he had to be careful around you when you were feeling down. You were very fragile and he didn’t want to do anything to accidentally make it worse.

“No, why?” You looked at him for a short while and then came back to watching the movie. He moved closer to you and put his arm around you. You didn’t object, but your body was visibly tense.

“Are you sure? You seem a little different tonight,” he, on the other hand, paid no attention to the movie. He was completely focused on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied. It wasn’t a comfortable situation for you either. You missed his touch, but when you finally got it, you felt like you didn’t deserve it, like he should be with someone else right now, someone better than you. So you felt guilty for wasting his time.

“What’s with the distance then? And the sudden urge to watch the movie? We’ve seen it twice already, you never paid much attention to it,” he explained, but in truth, it wasn’t just about tonight. He felt your change of behavior much earlier than that, but for a while he thought it was just a phase that would soon pass.

“Third time’s a charm. I thought since we watched it so many times already, it would be nice to see the full movie at least once, to know what it is about,” he nodded at your answer. It sounded reasonable and you felt even worse about lying now that he believed in it.

He let it go for some time. Later that evening, you were making dinner and he came up to you, hug you from behind and started kissing your neck, as he usually did, to make your cooking a more pleasant experience. Usually you stopped, at least for some time, to enjoy his touch, but tonight you just continued making the meal ignoring his affection. You even moved away, trying to reach some ingredients, without minding his embrace. He stepped back.

“What is it this time?” he asked knowing very well it was never about the movie. He looked at you hurt and disappointed, but more in himself than in you. He hated the fact he couldn’t help you feel better.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m just really hungry, want to make the food quickly,” lies again. He didn’t fall for it twice, but he nodded his head, knowing you won’t tell him. You sighed seeing that. You didn’t want your last days together to be like that. You wanted him to have nice memories of you. “Don’t worry, Joey,” you muttered quietly while coming back to cooking. “The next girl will treat you better.”

“What?” he raised his brow, not believing what he just heard. “My next what?”

“Next girlfriend,” you repeated, not looking at him.

“Where did that come from? Why would I want another girlfriend?” he asked, visibly confused. He definitely didn’t expect to hear that.

“You know, someone who’s worthy of you. Someone… Who isn’t me,” it wasn’t easy to say, but it resonated in your mind for some time now. You believed wholeheartedly that you weren’t good enough for him.  

“If my future girlfriend isn’t you, then I don’t want her,” you smiled under your breath hearing that. It was very sweet of him to say that.

“Joey, we both know you deserve so much better than me. Prettier, skinnier, smarter and funnier,” you said, trying to smile, but it wasn’t easy. “You deserve someone who will make you happy, instead of constantly getting you down. You deserve someone around who you won’t have to mind your words. A relationship in which you can be yourself, unapologetically, without always doing something for the other person.”

“I am unapologetically myself around you. It doesn’t bother me that you feel down sometimes. I mean of course, it’s a problem in a sense I would immediately want to make you feel better and I don’t like when you’re sad, but it’s not a thing that would make me break up with you, ever,” he held your hand to show you he means it.

“Baby, you can have a girl that’s so much prettier than me. And sexier. What about your friend? Or my cousin, you know which one,” you said and he laughed softly.

“Really, girly? You’re going to advertise me other women?” he smiled and pet your cheek. “I don’t want any other type of figure or any other type of beauty. I want your beauty. Why do you think I’m not capable of making my own decisions? I’m pretty grown up actually. I know you and I love what I know. I fell in love with you and not anyone else. And I’m very content with my choice. So let me have what I want, okay?”

“You will soon realize how awful I am and change your mind. Just wait, I know you will. And I don’t want to be around to have my heart broken when that happens,” he sighed hearing that and took his hand away.

“Really? You think I’m so moody that I would break up the happiest relationship I’ve ever had because of a whim? We don’t fight, we have mutual goals and we love each other. Why would anything change if it’s all so good? I like it now, I want to see no changes apart from you being happier and more confident in this relationship, because we… Well, we love each other still, right? I mean, do you love me?”

“Of course I do. I would be a fool not to love you,” you answered.

“That’s exactly how I feel about you. I love you, and I want to be with you and you only. You’re perfect for me, no one else is,” he reassured you. You sighed.

“I’m not perfect,” you muttered, and he came to you and hugged you tightly.

“You’re perfect for me. There are girls who have other qualities, maybe they have something that you want, but for me, you’re all I need. You have all the qualities I want in a girlfriend. You say there are skinnier girls? Girls that feel happier more often? Maybe. But at the same time I’m sure they would be annoying, or bossy, or whatever else. They have other qualities, sure. Qualities I don’t need. I chose you with my sane mind. I knew who you are and I chose you. Now I got to know you even better and I would still choose you, every time,” you hugged him tightly and started crying quietly.

“Even if I’m so boring…?” you muttered quietly.

“You’re not boring,” he reassured you, petting your back. “Actually, you’re fascinating to me. I love listening to you, especially when you’re passionate about something. It’s just so entertaining to watch. And I love looking at you, because you’re just my type. You have such a unique type of beauty, it’s so hard to find someone like you. And I found everything I ever needed in you.”

“What if you find someone better?” you didn’t look up saying that.

“Better from perfect? I don’t think so. I don’t know how I can explain that to you in other words, but life is not about being skinny, having perfect hair and clothes. For me relationships aren’t about that. That actress that you like so much? If I were with her you would probably think “that’s what he deserves,” meanwhile I would be suffocating in that relationship. Because she wouldn’t want to spend time with me like we do together, she would have other priorities, she wouldn’t get my sense of humor or whatever else. Your personality is perfect for me. So is your body, but I assume you won’t believe in that yet. But it’s true. So please, don’t push me away. Having this distance between us is a torture, really. Please, let us both be happy. Just be with me, and I’ll try to do anything I can to appreciate you like you should be appreciated. Can you do that for me?” You slowly nodded your head and only then looked him in the eyes. He smiled at you and kissed your lips softly.

“You’re sure you don’t want anyone else?” you asked after the kiss.

“I’m sure. Can you please stop asking me this question? I want you and you only. Did I ever do anything to make you feel otherwise?”

“No…,” you muttered quietly.

“So, please, don’t overthink it. If I had anything new to say to you, I would just say it, I wouldn’t expect you to learn that from some signs I’d give you. Really, I love you, and I will continue to love you, even if you break up with me. But please, don’t. I’m crazy about you,” he smiled, petting your cheek. You stood on your toes and kissed him softly. He kissed you back.

“Thank you,” you smiled after the kiss.

“Don’t thank me for that. And come on, you were hungry. We got to finish the meal,” said and this time he actually helped you out, not just by kisses. Although he planted some on your head and shoulder, because without them, it just wouldn’t be the same.

[acdeaky]

here’s my masterlist for my second blurb week! there’s a good mix for you to look through. if you missed any, here’s your chance to catch up!

thank you to all who have participated and thank you for celebrating this with me 🤍

^ = fluff

* = angst

JOE MAZZELLO

like heaven ^

two under two ^

never be alone ^

a year from now ^

TIM MURPHY

bliss with you ^

BEN HARDY

happy together ^

mad about you ^

distraction ^

surprise on set ^

first times ^

GWILYM LEE

love is blue *

JOHN DEACON

a love that’s not lost ^

TARON EGERTON

sugarcoat my love ^

EGGSY UNWIN

good company ^

laughs over baths ^

JAVIER PEÑA

midnight moon ^

STEVE MURPHY

that can wait ^

favourite things ^

weight of the world ^

DIEGO HARGREEVES

the ghost of you *

forever, baby ^

baby love ^

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

“I will physically fight you for that last piece of chocolate if it comes to it” with Joe mazzelo?

Hope that this is okay! Also I have very much missed writing for Joe, ngl

22 - “I will physically fight you for that last piece of chocolate if it comes to it”

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“I will physically fight you for the last piece of chocolate if it comes to it,” Joe warned, his eyes widening dramatically.

“Joe-”

“If you loved me, you’d let me have it.”

“I hardly think that giving you the last piece of chocolate is sufficient grounds for showing my love.”

“Yeah, well we’ll see about that when I’m filing for divorce tomorrow.”

“Joe,” Y/N was laughing. “I don’t think anyone would see it as grounds for divorce.”

“If I get Ben and Gwil on the jury I’m sure they’d take my side,” Joe, too, was giggling as they continued to argue.

“Okay,” Y/N dragged out. “But this isn’t a one way street - you let me have the last piece of chocolate or I’m going to assume that you don’t love me and I’m going to file for divorce instead - I know for a fact that Rami and Lucy would take my side.”

Joe gave a dramatic gasp.

“You wouldn’t make the kids choose between us!”

“The kids!”

“Think of the children!” Joe screeched in faux distress. 

“You brought the children into this before I did!”

Joe shook his head solemnly at her.

“Don’t make this about me.”

“You’re so fucking annoying,” Y/N snorted, shaking her head at her husband and rolling her eyes. 

“Is that defeat that I hear?” Joe crowed, holding his hand to cup his ear. Y/N rolled her eyes again and handed over the last piece of chocolate.

“Remind me again why I married you in the first place?”

“Because you love me!”

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Day 10- Making Hot Chocolate

A/N: Prompt #10 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge!

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female!Reader

Summary: You bought Joe a new mug with a fun message (see below).

Warnings: Fluff

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

You woke up and could already tell there was snow on the ground from the way the sun was bouncing into your bedroom.

Perfect.

You rolled over to see your husband, still asleep. You smiled at him, excited for the little surprise you were going to give him today.

“Joe,” you whispered.

“Hm?”

“Are you awake?”

“No.”

You chuckled and then moved so that you touched his calves with your cold feet.

“Ah! Okay! Yes, yes I am!”

“Good. Can you shovel the driveway? We’ve got to be at John’s in a few hours.”

Joe whined, but started to sit up. “Fine, but only because you’re cute.”

You sat up next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll take it.”

The two of you got up and Joe got ready to go out and shovel so you could get out of the driveway in a few hours so that you could get to your brother-in-law’s house.

“If you do a good job, I’ll have a hot chocolate ready for you,” you smiled at him down in the kitchen.

“Oooh, promise?”

“Promise,” you reached out your hand, offering your pinky.

Joe took it with his own, shook on it, and then pulled your hand closer to give it a kiss before he went outside.

You knew it wouldn’t take Joe long, so you made sure that everything was ready for John’s. After verifying you had everything done, you started to heat up the milk on the stove. Once it seemed warm enough, you whisked in the cocoa powder and sugar.

You tasted it and it tasted perfect.

“All done!” Joe announced as he came back inside. You heard him stomp the snow off his boots.

“And I’ve got your hot chocolate!” You called back to him.

Joe appeared, his cheeks and nose rosy from the cold. He pulled his stocking cap off and sat at the kitchen island.

You slid him the mug.

“’Good Morning Handsome’?” He read the mug, getting you a smile.

“Don’t go getting a big head, it’s just one that I found.”

“Yeah, sure,” Joe told you with a sip of his hot chocolate. He hummed. “Oh, babe, this is great.”

You slowly drank yours as Joe drank his quickly.

“That was great, babe,” Joe finished his drink and then stood up. “I should get in the shower.”

“Hey wait, did you read your mug?”

Joe lifted an eyebrow at you. “The ‘Good Morning Handsome’? Yeeeeeah?”

“No, the inside.”

Joe frowned at you and then looked into the mug. He stared at it for a moment. Blinked. And then looked at you.

“’You Are Going To Be A Daddy’? Are you serious?” Joe whispered.

You nodded, smiling.

“I’m going to be a dad?” Joe’s face slowly morphed into a smile.

“Yeah,” You replied, the tears started to fill your eyes.

Joe walked over and cupped your face in his hands. “We’re going to be parents.”

“We are,” you breathed out.

Joe pulled you in for a kiss, not breaking it until you felt like your lungs were going to explode.

“We’re going to be parents,” Joe repeated with a smile.

[almightyellie]

ok but joe as a photographer could lead to him taking so many photos of his girl and,,,i need it

AHHHH

he mostly did nature shots before he met you.

it’s hard to believe, really, that the man who manages to find a little bit of beauty in everyone he meets couldn't find a muse that wasn’t a sunset or a treeline. especially now, where every moment of your life is filled with a lingering glance from him, a “hold on, babe, stay still,” a never-ending photo-opportunity.

the first time it happened, you hadn’t even known him. you sat alone at breakfast until you didn’t, until he timidly approached with that giant camera around his neck. “hi!” he had exclaimed, cheeks a little red, but wearing a grin nonetheless. “this is so weird, so please feel free to tell me to bite it, but you...can i take a picture of you?”

you had quietly laughed and he swears to god that you stole his heart right at that moment.

the exhibit after he meets you is so different than any of his previous ones because it’s basically all you, laughing and sleeping and looking away from the camera. they range anywhere from funny to sweet to serious, some artistic and some just casual portraits. you’ve given his work a whole new life acting as the muse he hadn’t even known he needed. you’re more than happy to be his model, especially because every good picture is paid for with a hundred kisses, every exhibit is celebrated with so much love, and every minute of your life is decorated by your favorite artist.

[likesomekindofcheese]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s Christmas and Joe and reader are still asleep in their bed and their toddler daughter comes in their room and jumps on the bed to wake them up to tell them Santa has brought her presents and when their daughter comes over to Joe, he’s pretending he’s still asleep and when she gets close enough to him, he jumps up and starts tickling her and reader just gushes over how adorable he is with their daughter and they go to the living room and enjoy their Christmas as a family? Also, their daughter looks just like Joe?

I don't accept requests for long shots, but I can write a blurb!

You weren't dreaming of sugarplums dancing in your head. No, you were dreaming about flying to Austria and landing on one of the snowy mountains there when you felt a little tug.

You blinked awake, still processing you were on the ground in your house and you saw the little face of your daughter looking up at you.

"Mommy, mommy!" she whispered excitedly.

You leaned over and saw that it was 7 in the morning.

"Wha...what is it?" you asked groggily.

"It's Christmas! It's Christmas! And there's presents! Santa came! Santa came here!" she cheered.

"Oh...yes...he did!" you agree with a sleepy smile.

She went over to the other side to Joe. He was laying on his stomach, his red hair a mess on top of the pillow.

"Daddy...Daddy wake up! It's Christmas! Santa got me presents!" she cheered.

There was a cartoonishly loud snore. You knew Joe did not snore like that when genuinely asleep but your daughter didn't. She giggled in response.

Looking closer, you realized how much she did look like Joe. She had his face shape, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth. Though her skin and hair looked like yours, her father's influence was just as present if you looked very carefully.

"Daddyyyyyyyyyyy, wake up! Wake up!" she said.

She leaned closer, took one grubby finger, and began to poke him.

In a second, Joe turned over with an "HRUAGGH!"

He grabbed the little girl who let out a delighted squeal and began to tickle her profusely in his embrace. She began laughing and laughing so hard, that even Joe was laughing. Even you.

"Dad-dyyyy, stop!" she asked, taking in exhales between laughing.

"What's that? Spot?! Like tickle spot?! I'll get it!" he cried, tickling her more.

She was kicking her legs in delight. Then finally, he stopped and all of you finished laughing, catching your breaths. She was so cute- so spunky in spite of her smallness. Her face is alight with the joy of both Christmas morning and her family. You never saw a child cuter than her and it made your heart melt.

"C'mon, nugget," you say to your girl, leaning her in for a hug and a kiss on her head.

"Can we open the presents?!?" she asked.

"Of course! Let's see what Santa got you!" Joe said.

With a cheer, she ran into the living room. As you both got out of bed and put robes over your pajamas from the chill, you kissed his cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Joe."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

You walked over there and made coffee, taking sips as the sun was rising. There were presents under the tree with still that fresh, papery scent of wrapping paper on them and the stockings were so full, they had to be taken off the mantle. Joe's, as a tribute, a little dinosaur on it. The tree was alight and the fireplace was started with a crackling fire. Your daughter was wiggling with excitement, ready to open gifts and see the things she wanted so much.

Everything could not be more perfect.

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[born-to-lose]

For a blurb Please ? Prompt list 34. Fluff n9 “Can you sing that song for me again?” . could i get something with joe mazzello please ? Youre amazing thanks 💖💜

Sorry this is so short again 🥺

The moment you open the door, you hear Joe's voice accompanied by the sound of an acoustic guitar. You follow the music into your living room. You've recognized the tune as Queen's In Only Seven Days - one of your favorite songs. When Joe notices you standing in the doorway, he stops playing and looks up at you, smiling widely.

"Can you sing that song for me again?" you ask, sitting next to him on the couch.

"Of course, love," he replies, picking up his guitar again.

You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes as he strums on his guitar and sings softly, occasionally stopping to give you quick kisses on the top of your head or your cheeks between verses.

[queenmylovely]

Do you think you could write a smutty blurb with joe? (if not its ok sorry to bother and take care)💖💛

Not a bother at all! Also, this took a while to get out but c’est la vie, I hope you like it! (smut: unprotected sex, etc. ahead) (1.5k whoops)

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You felt the light graze of Joe’s fingertips on your waist where your shirt had ridden up before you even opened your eyes. It was something he did a lot without even thinking about it; sitting next to you on the couch, cuddling after sex, or even at the bar with friends, though those times it was through your clothes. You stretched and his fingers paused as your arms reached above your head. Then you turned around to face him, his hand lifting until you did and then resting on your opposite hip.

“Morning,” Joe said with a sleepy smile and you hummed in return, brain not quite to the point of talking yet. You were like this every morning, and luckily Joe knew that, so he didn’t expect anything out of you.

Reaching your left hand to his cheek, you touched his face softly before moving your hand down along to his shoulder and pulling yourself closer to him. When you did, one of your legs also moved closer and you felt something brush your leg.

Eyes widening, you looked down and then looked back up at Joe with a teasing smile and raised eyebrows.

Joe just rolled his eyes with a smile, “You act surprised as if this doesn’t happen like five out of seven days.”

Then he grabbed your waist and maneuvered you until you were lying fully on top of him except for your right leg. You squealed and laughed, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself as his went to your lower back.

“Joe!” you exclaimed, and he just smiled and lifted his head to kiss you chastely. “I’m just surprised because it usually doesn’t happen on the mornings we can actually do anything about it.”

Joe just shrugged, “Morning wood is a mysterious thing.”

“You’re telling me,” you said sarcastically and in return Joe pinched your ass. “Hey! Do you want me to do something about it or not?”

Joe’s smirk turned into a wide eyed smile, “Do something about it, please.”

“Well then stop pinching me,” you said pointedly.

“I won’t, I won’t,” Joe promised, his hands flying up to show he wouldn’t.

“Good,” you said with a smile, holding his hands in your own and then leaning down to kiss him. The kiss was slow and soft, both of you still not completely awake, but there was a warmth underneath that was building into the heat that filled your head with desire.

After a bit, you brought Joe’s hands to your waist and put yours back on his chest so you could move to straddle him. You were bending down for another kiss but Joe lifted the hem of your shirt and you let him take it off of you. As you started kissing again, his hands traveled to your breasts, touching you softly as you slipped your tongue past his lips. You could still feel him, now completely hard, beneath you, and you could feel the heat through all of the layers, only making you want more.

Grinding your hips slowly into his, you moaned when your clit started to rub against the head of his cock. Joe inhaled sharply, one of his hands moving to your waist to help guide you and you felt him moan into your mouth when you started to speed up.

Only a minute later, Joe was pushing at the waistband of your pajama pants and you broke away from the kiss, getting off him for a second so you could both take off the rest of your clothes.

You laughed a little at how quickly he got undressed, “Someone’s a little eager this morning, huh?”

Joe helped you straddle him again as he said, “Hey, I was awake and hard for like half an hour before you woke up.”

“Half an hour?” you asked incredulously as you kneeled and reached between you to grab his dick. “Why didn’t you, I don’t know, do something about it or something?”

“Well I was still tired and I honestly-- oh fuck-- thought it would go away on its own like usual,”  he strained out as you sunk down on him. You closed your eyes and moaned quietly as he bottomed out and Joe let out a breath. “But I was thinking about you the whole time so I guess it didn’t.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s actually so sweet,” you told him, grinning and leaning down to kiss him deeply.

But he only let you for a moment, pulling back and saying with a wince, “I’m glad you think so, but do you think you can move? I’m ridiculously hard right now.”

You giggled and acquiesced, holding onto his shoulders for leverage and lifting yourself up and down on his cock. His hands returned to where they were before, one on your breast and the other on your waist and he moaned in relief as you started to ride him.

Joe looked all over you, watching you ride him, watching his cock disappearing inside of you, his hand gripping your waist, the way your breasts bounced, the sway of your hair as you moved, and the look of pleasure on your face, “Oh baby, you look so good fucking yourself on my cock, gosh you’re so beautiful.”

You made a sound somewhere between a moan and a whine, and looked down between the two of you to see where your bodies met, your hips stuttering when the sight sent a bolt of pleasure to your core. The motion made your hips move in more of a swivel and Joe bucked up into you when they did, so you did it again, reveling in his loud moan, the way his head was thrown back, and his parted mouth.

Making Joe feel so good was a point of pride with you and seeing the pleasure evident on his face made pleasure run through you too, pushing you towards the edge. You kept moving your hips in the same way and Joe was meeting you on every thrust, but you needed more so you moved one of your hands between you to your clit.

Joe felt the absence of your hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes again to look, seeing it on your clit. He moved his hand from your breast and swatted your hand away, his fingers taking the place of yours.

“Oh fuck, Joe. Yeah, yeah, just like that,” you moaned, hands going to the mattress next to Joe. Then as the pleasure built and built, you fell to your elbows, your face now only a few inches from Joe’s.

You leaned forward and pressed your mouth to his, and though everything was messy and off balance, you knew both of you were so close and kept moving your hips as well as you could.

Then all it took was Joe pulling away just to say in a needy voice, “ah, I’m-- I’m so close,” and you were coming. The pleasure that had built broke and spread out all over you in waves of delicious heat, making your legs shake, your stomach tighten, your back arch, and your pussy clench around Joe. You dropped your head onto his shoulder and moaned into his ear because it was all you could do as you practically collapsed on top of him, your hips only moving in an attempt to prolong your orgasm and get Joe to his.

Moving his hand from between you to your waist, Joe was still thrusting up into you and when one thrust pushed against your g-spot and you whined, he came, hands tightening on your hips and holding you there as he pumped his cum into you. The feeling made you whine again, a state of heady arousal still pervading your mind.

Joe started lazily running his fingers over your waist to soothe you both as you came down from your highs. When your breath evened out you turned your head towards Joe and kissed his neck.

“I love you,” you whispered softly.

“Hmmm, I love you too,” he hummed back, and you smiled, lifting your head to kiss his cheek and then his mouth.  

You were there together for a few minutes before you decided it was time to get up and take a shower. Both of you made a small sound when you pulled yourself off his dick, but then you got up and started heading for the shower.

The only problem was you were having a bit of a hard time walking, “Ow, my legs.”

“Oh no, did I fuck you so hard you can’t walk?” Joe asked like he was concerned but you could see the pleased little smile on his face.

“Please, I was the one doing the fucking and I did not fuck you that hard, my legs are just weak and not used to doing the work,” you corrected, shooting him a look over your shoulder as you walked into the bathroom and then turned the shower on.

Joe laughed, pulling back the curtain for you to get in the shower, “Well maybe you’ll have to be on top more often.”

You smiled, pretending to think it over as Joe followed you under the spray of the showerhead, “I guess I wouldn’t mind that.”

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[goldenmazzello]

Never gonna love again.

Everything started when you met Joe on set of Bohemian Rhapsody in London, working as a makeup artist.

You were friends from day one.

Joe would always be joking around with you. You both were a crazy duo that made everyone chortle.

You had so much in common. You loved the same music, movies and food.

You were used to having long conversations in the morning while you were doing his makeup and drinking coffee.

Or when you had lunch during a break.

Two months into shooting the movie, you started to develope a crush on him.

At first, you tried to forget about it, since you wanted to keep everything very professional, but it was unlikely to happen.

You cannot choose when or when not to fall in love.

You remembered details about him that others didn't. And you were embarrassed because you couldn't hide it.

You would listen intently to him, even if it wasn't important.

You smiled at him a lot, often with a big goofy grin.

You fell deeply in love with Joe and the very first person to find out about your feelings was Rami.

You didn't tell him but he noticed it. It was obvious. The way you looked at him not only while you were getting him ready for his day at work but also when you were having lunch, the way you always seemed to be around him.

You begged Rami not to tell Joe about this and he agreed, saying he woud try to find out if he felt something for you.

You started to have high hopes when you heard Joe in between takes telling Gwilym he would ask "her" to go out next friday. You were sure he was talking about you and you were desperate for his question.

" I'm going to ask her to go on a date next friday after work, what do you think?"

You were kind of surprised because Joe could have waited for you to be out of earshot before saying anything.

"It's amazing Joe, I hope she says yes!"

Of course you were going to say yes.

Days went by and you were still waiting for Joe's question. You daydreamed about taking the friendship to the next level.

You started to give him signs so he could see you paid attention to every little detail.

You knew how he took his coffee, what he usually ate for lunch and his favorite songs by heart. The signs you were giving out were like a blinking neon light, but nothing seem to happen.

You thought he might forgot about it.

But he didn't.

It was thursday when the four boys were getting ready with you and your assistants when Ben spoke.

"So you have plans for tomorrow." He turned his face to see Joe, who was adjusting on his broccoli wig.

"Yeah."

"Did Grace say yes?!"

Grace.

So Joe shared your feelings, but for someone else.

She was the costume assistant of the movie and of course she would spend a lot of time with the cast too, with such luxurious outfits.

You were doing Rami's makeup when you heard her name leaving Joe's lips. You felt your heart dropped and Rami noticed. He could see it in your eyes.

He looked at you with compassion and as soon as you finished with him, you left the trailer.

Since that day, your mood changed. You were always with a big bright smile that could light the whole town, but it hasn't been seen in a while.

As much as you wanted to forget about everything and feel better, you couldn't.

Joe and Grace went on more dates.

You felt broken and the worst thing was you had to face him everyday. It was your work.

He could notice you weren't doing ok, but you avoided his questions.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, I'm jus stressed." You said, emotionless.

Everytime you saw them together, you wish you were her.

You really wish you could be her.

You felt like a sixteen-year-old girl, with these crazy thoughts, but you wanted to be her.

You wanted her long blond hair, her precious smile and her perfume.

Maybe then, you thought, he'd like you more.

And you would be good enough for him.

You tried so hard to be everything that he liked.

But nothing seemed to work.

You felt he had found someonе more exciting than you.

You didn't get peace when you thought about her, you even imagined being in her place.

You were so blinded that you thought you really had to change for him.

You were like the song said, Losing my religion.

One day you were found crying in the bathroom by Lucy.

She was worried so she called Rami and they both tried to calm you.

"I've never felt this way before."

It was like your first teenage love, but in your late 20s.

"I'm so sorry sweetie, I really mean it." Lucy held your hand while talking. "I'm sure you'll find someone who would feel the same."

"I thought he was into you...but I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry too." Rami said with a sad expression on his face. He was one of the sweetest actors you've ever worked with and now, he was a friend.

They were all your friends.

But you didn't want Joe to be your friend.

You never wanted to trade places so bad in your life and be his partner.

He broke more than your heart. But it really wasn't his fault.

You took a deep breath and said. "I'm never gonna love again."

[buckyjamess-archive]

Gonna indulge with Joe...how would he hit on you and how would he ask you out?

Good god, we're talking about Joseph Mazzello here, who I think is the biggest flirt on the earth(?) The guy wouldn't be subtle either..

you're with friends at one of your favorite pubs, standing at the bar, waiting for your order to get finished and you know he's been eyeing you up and down for a while now, you've caught him slipping more than once so it's not a big surprise when he slips onto the bar stool next to you.

You choose to ignore it, wouldn't be the first and definitely not the last drunk guy to hit on you-- though this might be the first good looking one-- you're here with your friends and not for a random guy. 

"You must be a high test score because I want to take you home and show you to my mother." 

It's simultaneously the best yet the worst one you've heard. Making you both laugh and cringe at the same time. 

"That's the worst one so far." 

"Made you laugh." 

and you'd just roll your eyes, finally looking at the stranger next to you

"I've got a few more up my sleeve." 

"Please don't." 

It is a weekly thing where he'd slip into the stool next to you whenever it's your turn to get a round of drinks, with the worst pick up lines but they make you laugh -- which no guy has managed to do so far. 

Joe keeps trying and trying and after months of meeting up at the pub, you finally give him your number. For the first time you have full conversations through texts instead of small talks at the bar. 

It takes him a while before he asks you out- it had taken him months to get your number, so asking you on a date wouldn't be easy either.

it's out of the blue, just a casual Wednesday morning at work when you receive a 'what would you day if I asked you on a date?' And it's so atypical for joe to start a conversation that's not a bad pick up line, that you're taken back but say yes nonetheless.

For the first time in months after all the cheesy pick up lines, trying so hard and texting day and night, you spend your saturday night with joe instead of your friends. 

One date turns into multiple more, the bad pick up lines stay throughout your relationship and in the end, the very first pick up line was true, he did take you home to meet his mother.

[borhap-au]

Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

Passed out. 

Joe looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw you. You definitely caught his attention while you were walking down the street. You looked at him, but didn’t smile back. You were feeling sick and dizzy, you leaned on the wall to support yourself. You were breathing heavily and closed your eyes, hoping it would just go away. But it didn’t. Joe looked at you a bit surprised, not knowing what’s happening, but he wasn’t the one to bother strangers and he just assumed you were sad, maybe after a heartbreak. But as he approached you, you only felt worse and worse and finally you slipped down the wall and fell on the ground. Joe immediately run up to you.

“Excuse me? Miss? Are you alright?” He kneeled next to you and gently squeezed your hand to see if you respond. When you didn’t, he leaned over you and put his ear close to your mouth in hopes to hear your breath while also observing your chest. It was moving up and down steadily and he could hear your breath, so he sighed relieved. He lied you on your back and put your legs on your bag and his backpack to aid blood flow to the brain. He loosen the belt you had on your dress and took his phone to immediately call 911.

He stayed with you until the help arrived. They took you to the ambulance and asked whether Joe knew you. He admitted he didn’t, but he felt weirdly responsible for you, so he asked whether he could go with you. They agreed.

After they run all the exams and made sure you’re going to be alright, they put you in a room until you regain consciousness. After some time, you finally did. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the bright lights in the room. Joe smiled at you.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” He asked and you looked at him trying to remember when you saw him before. He was like a fainted memory. You tried to speak, but your throat was too dry.

“Water?” you grunted quietly. He nodded and walked out of the room to try and find some water. When he did, he came back and helped you sit up and take a few sips.

“Is it better?” you nodded your head and covered yourself with the quilt.

“Why am I here?” you asked and Joe explained you how you passed out and needed to be rushed to the hospital. “And why are you here?” He didn’t have a good answer to that, other than he just needed to make sure this absolute stranger is feeling better.

“Empathy, I guess,” he smiled a bit embarrassed. “I just needed to make sure you’re going to be alright. I found you, so…” he shrugged. You gave him a little smile.

“Thank you for that. And for everything,” you put your hand on his and squeezed it gently. “If there is anything I can do for you, tell me. I’d like to repay you somehow for taking care of me.”

“Nonsense. I did what anyone would do, you don’t need to thank me for anything. And you most definitely don’t have repay me,” he replayed and pet your hand with his thumb. “I’m just glad to see you’re okay.”

“I insist. Can I at least… Invite you for a cup of coffee?” you took your hand away and smiled at the beautiful stranger.

“I don’t think coffee would be good in your current situation…”

“Then dinner. Let me invite you to a dinner. Please,” you didn’t give up. “Tonight.”

“Well, I guess I need to make sure nothing bad will happen to you. My car is parked not far from here, I can take you home,” he suggested and you nodded your head. You weren’t from this part of the town, it would be a long walk home.

“Yes, and after that, I will invite you to a great Italian restaurant near my home. We’re settled,” you smiled proudly. He chuckled and nodded.

“Alright then. We can do that,” he finally agreed. “I’m Joe, by the way,” he smiled and reached out his hand.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself and shook his hand. “So Joey, huh? That’s the name of my prince in shining armor?” He chuckled hearing that. “Joseph the Great,” you joked smiling at him.

“I’m hardly that. I’m just glad I could help.”

Soon after that a doctor joined you. When they made sure you’re going to be okay, they monitored your heartbeat and talked with you about potential causes of the fainting and how to avoid them, they let you go. You held Joe’s arm as you were walking to his car. Less of a necessity, more of a personal pleasure, but you didn’t let it be known. He opened the door for you and you thanked him as you got in.

“Can I change the station?” you asked during the trip.

“Sure,” he nodded his head and you immediately tried to find the radio station that played classic rock 24/7. When you did, the beginning of “Somebody to love” could be heard from the speakers.

“I love this song,” you smiled sitting more comfortably in your chair.

“Me too. It’s my favorite Queen song, if not my favorite song in general,” he smiled and you looked at him surprised.

“Really?” he nodded. “It’s my favorite too!” And it was just the beginning of things you had it common. You talked about movies, TV series, books, and you found out you had very similar taste. While in the restaurant, you both ordered the same meal without consulting each other beforehand.

“Of course I like that movie. Come on, it’s about dinosaurs, who doesn’t like them?” you smiled. “Like Jurassic Park. It’s a classic!”

“You like it?” he smiled and in that moment you confirmed what he already suspected to be true – you had no idea who he was.

“Oh, yeah, totally. I watched it for the first time when as a kid and totally loved it. All other action movies usually only had adults in it, this one was better, cause it had kids I could relate to,” you smiled and drank your water while he tried to hide his smirk.

“And what do you think about the ginger kid? I think he was quite lame…” he started, but you didn’t let him finish.

“Take that back!” you chuckled. “I won’t allow you to say a bad word about him. He’s my biggest childhood crush,” Joe couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. The situation was just too funny for him. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he moved his napkin on his lips pretending to wipe them, while in reality he was hiding his big smile.

“No, it’s not nothing. Tell me what’s so funny. Are you laughing at me?” He shook his head.

“No, no. I’m just happy you liked my performance, that’s all,” it took you a second to realize what he meant.

“No, come on. It’s not possible,” you muttered in disbelief.

“Joe Mazzello, nice to meet you,” he even took out his ID to prove you he’s not joking. You looked at it and immediately turned red.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry! I feel so stupid right now for not recognizing you. That’s why you looked so familiar… Oh, God. Once again, so so sorry. I must still be dizzy from earlier,” you tried to justify yourself.

“Don’t worry about it. It was actually nice not to be treated differently because of my work for once. Quite refreshing,” he reassured you.

“Well… One thing I have to admit, you know how to make a great impression on a girl even without your star status.”

“I’ll drink to that,” chuckled and lifted his glass with lemonade and you clinked your glasses then both of you drank your non-alcohol drinks. “So, you had a crush on me, huh?” he chuckled quietly.

“I feel so embarrassed right now!” you turned even more red.

“Come on, it was cute!” he chuckled quietly.

“No, it’s embarrassing and you know it. Go on, tell me who your crush was…”

The conversation didn’t stop there, neither did your relation. It soon turned into a boyfriend/girlfriend situation and let me tell you, Joe loved telling everyone the story of how he “saved your life” on your first meeting. You found it annoying at first, but with time you learned to love it. After all, that situation brought you two together.