#joemazz mini

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oh this is so exciting !! congrats on hitting 700 btw !!! so my name is jakya ! could i get it with joe, then the colour blue and lay all your love on me by abba ?? thank you so so much !!

thank you so much for your support jakya! i accidentally popped off with this one, i hope you enjoy!

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Fuck, he was so pretty. How were you supposed to just go about your life when Joe just looked like that all the time?

The man had been gone all of two minutes, but yet you found yourself ogling him from across the room, completely distracted from the story your friend was telling. He was wearing one of his leather jackets; he had started wearing them more after learning how good you thought he looked in them. His stubble had grown in a bit, and his hair was just starting to curl on the ends. Your boyfriend was a snack, plain and simple, and you had it bad for him.

But it seemed like you weren’t the only one.

You watched as a leggy blonde sidled up to him at the bar while he waited for your drinks. He politely grinned at her as she spoke to him, her perfectly manicured nails curled around a bright blue cocktail. Even though you knew that you had nothing to worry about, part of you was seething. Who did she think she was? Flirting with your man?

“You good?” your friend asked, bringing you back to reality. You realized you had been clenching your jaw, your hands tightly fisted at your sides.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll be right back,” you replied.

You snaked an arm around Joe’s waist, placing a wet kiss to his cheek.

“Hey baby,” you drawled out before turning to the blonde, acting as if you hadn’t noticed her. “Who’s this?” You heard Joe chuckle next to you as he draped his arm across your shoulders. The blonde ran her tongue across her teeth before making her exit, and you couldn’t help but grin victoriously.

“Aww, did you get jealous, babe?” Joe teased, turning to wrap both of his arms around your middle. You pursed your lips as you played with the lapel of his jacket.

“I just want everyone to know that you’re mine,” you admitted, meeting Joe’s gaze. He grinned at your answer before resting his forehead against your own.

“And I am very happy to be yours, baby.”

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wow this took me a long time—jess, deaky (shocker i know but i've been yearning for him since c&c), blue, "moonlight serenade" by the glenn miller band

did someone say 1940′s!deaky???? also ily. here’s my first ever attempt at john.

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The dance hall was swimming with soldiers, decked out in their uniforms, each trying to woo a gal before the night was through. None of them drew your eye. Not until a familiar mug caught your attention. You couldn’t help but shake your head lovingly as you eyed up the man, a blast from your past.

A shoulder to cry on when the boy next door picked on you. A familiar face each year you started a new grade in school. An innocent playground kiss.

You hadn’t seen John Richard Deacon since high school.

As the band’s melody slowed to a gentler swing, you made your advance, crossing the room to your old friend, who had planted himself along the back wall. Observing as always.

“May I have this dance, Mr. Deacon?” you asked with a grin, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “Or should I say Lieutenant Deacon?” The comment earned a classic Deacon squinty chuckle, and without a word, the man pulled you to the middle of the dance floor.

As the pair of you swayed, you laid your head against his chest. He still smelled like your John, musky but clean, with a hint of cigarette smoke. That was new.

“And here I was assuming you’d be off and married by now, doll,” he finally spoke, his dance moves confident despite his usual sheepish demeanor.

“How could I ever find someone else? You ruined other men for me, Johnny,” you tutted in response.

“Well I’d hate to see you not taken care of, sweetheart,” he teased, knowing you well enough to know you were fully capable of taking care of yourself. He pulled you into a dip before leaning in close.

“Once this is all over, I’ll come back and marry you.”

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Happy 700❤️❤️ Meredith, Gwil, purple, la vie en rose🌹

love you so much mere, hope you enjoy!

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Gwil’s long fingers gripped your arms as he awkwardly shuffled you forward, your sight completely obstructed by the blindfold tied around your head. You giggled as he maneuvered you, forcing yourself to trust that he wouldn’t steer you into a wall or something.

“Just a few more feet,” he revealed before holding you still. You heard the sound of a door latch and felt a breeze across your face before Gwil walked you the rest of the way to your destination. Stepping behind you, he placed a gentle kiss to your hair as he untied your blindfold.

“Surprise!” rang Gwil’s voice as your eyes adjusted to the scene before you.

You were standing on a balcony, maybe ten stories high, giving you a dazzling view of the sprawling Parisian city. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and purple. On the balcony was a small table with two chairs, decorated with a lit candle, a bottle of wine, and two glasses. All small radio rested on the railing, a jazzy tune crackling through the speaker.

After a few moments of absorbing the view, you turned to your husband, tears collecting in your eyes. His hand captured one of yours before bringing it to his lips.

“Happy Anniversary, love,” he declared before gently leading you to the table, pulling out your chair for you and taking a seat on his own.

“Gwil…this is...this is beautiful,” you choked out, trying to reel in the emotions you were feeling. Gwil’s smile never left his face as he gazed at you.

“Only the best for my girl.”

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Hi!! Congratulations on 700 followers, that's fabulous! I'm here for the lil blurb, I was wondering if you could do brian? i go by jules mainly, the color would be orange, and the song would be In My Life. (unless you want a Queen song and in that case, Millionare's waltz?) I'm so happy for you and I hope you're doing well! ❤️

thank you so much for your support jules!!! i went with in my life, because the story came to me almost instantly. hope you enjoy :)

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You had thought it impossible to love Brian more than you did already. But the universe had a way of proving you wrong over and over again. 

That rang true even more so as you strolled through the roads and alleys of Hampton Hill. Your love wove his fingers with yours as he guided you through his hometown, pointing out landmarks and filling your ears with stories of his youth. Picturing a younger, lankier Brian brought warmth to your heart. You almost wished you could have grown up with him, getting to see him blossom into the beautiful, kind-hearted man you knew today.

The day slipped by quickly, and you found yourselves ambling along the river, watching the bright orange sunset reflect on the water. That’s when he finally let go of your hand, the loss of his touch almost jarring. But you turned to find your normally towering boyfriend had lowered to his knee.

“My love,” he began, his soft voice already shaky. “Visiting this place, sharing these memories with you...it has made me realize how far I’ve come. How much my life has changed. For the better.” Your vision began to cloud as tears pricked your eyes. “And while I’ll never forget this place and where I came from, I know I want nothing more than a future with you, my jewel.”

From his coat pocket he fetched a small box, opening it to reveal a delicate band adorned with a sparkling gem.

“Will you marry me?”

You launched yourself at him, cradling his face in your hands as you kissed your answer into his skin.

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Another one because I’m greedy and want you to write more because you’re amazing❤️ Meredith, Joe (or pat Murray whatever you’re feeling), Green(like Kelly green), Black and White by Niall Horan

went with our angry baseball boy because he deserves some love :)

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Pat had had girlfriends before. There were girls in high school and one or two prospects in college. But there was just something about you that made it feel like something was different this time.

You didn’t just put up with him. No, you accepted him, everything about him. You understood him in a way no one had before. You challenged him, made him want to be a better person. And you opened yourself up for him. You showed your flaws and he appreciated every one of them; it made him feel like he wasn’t such a screw-up.

It was such a throwaway moment when he realized it. He had gone into the kitchen to grab you each a beer, clad only in his boxers after a passionate romp on his ugly green couch following a dramatic D-Backs victory. When he wandered back into the living room, you had claimed his uniform shirt, the fabric falling to your bare thighs. You had turned on the Yankees game and were already enthusiastically howling at the ump’s poor call.

That was when he knew. Pat Murray was in love.

For the first time, Pat could picture his future. You in a wedding dress and him in a tux. Buying a house. Raising a family. You and him, taking on the world, side by side, hand in hand.

Pat was still grinning when he plopped down next to you.

“What’s got you all smiley?” you asked, taking a beer from him and shifting to settle against his side.

“You,” he replied simply before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your hair.

He’d tell you soon. He just wanted to enjoy the moment for now.

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hi! congratulations on the followers, your blog is absolutely amazing! 💓💞 if it's alright, please could i have the short blurb for phoebe, brian, yellow or dark blue (either is okay and i don't mind which one, you could just pick the one you'd rather use) and '39 by queen! tysm! :) 💞 congratulations again 💖✨

phoebe thank you so much for your support! and i’m gonna go ahead and apologize, this ended up a little angsty. but ‘39 is such a sad song, it just worked. i will totally make it up to you with a part two if you want!!!!

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It had been far too long since Brian had been back home. There was never enough time. But Queen was playing at a small venue in town, not far from his old stomping grounds.

He noticed that the small suburb had changed in his absence. It was like he was seeing his hometown in a new light. And yet he was still filled with a sense of disappointment.

You hadn’t come to the show. Though he hadn’t mentioned anything to the others, you were one of the reasons he was excited to return. His high school sweetheart, the one he had to leave behind. You had always supported his music when you were kids. He had assumed you’d come see the performance. 

Brian admitted he could have done better to stay in touch. But it was like he blinked and it had been years since he had spoken to you.

He meandered along the streets, his mind wandering to you. What had you gotten up to in his absence? Were you still as beautiful as he remembered?

And then there you were, as if he’d conjured you from his thoughts. You were standing with your arms crossed below the large elm tree of the neighborhood park, yellow Kingcups at your feet. The years had been kind to you, your beauty had become more refined with age. A bright smile framed your face, and even though you hadn’t noticed him yet, Brian couldn’t help but mirror it.

But then that smile fell as Brian watched you kneel to the ground and open your arms, a small child running directly into your embrace. You were full of so much joy as you spun around, the toddler happily squealing at the action.

He had missed it. He missed seeing you blossom into this beautiful woman. Missed being the one to bring you that joy.

It wasn’t fair to expect that you’d wait for him. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

So Brian kept walking.

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AAAAA CONGRATS ON 700 FOLLOWERS!!!! Could i please get a celebratory blurb? My name is Emily, and I gotta go with love of my life Joe Mazzello 😄 yellow for the color and a kind of magic for the song please 😊

thank you so much for your support emily!!! i hope you don’t hate this, it’s a little...different?

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It was a rather lonely life, but it was one you had accepted long ago. You got to see the world since you could never stay in one place for too long, lest someone figure out your secret. You had to put up walls, never allowing yourself to get close to others. Mostly out of fear that you’d get attached, making it all the more painful when you inevitably had to leave them behind.

You had to put up even more walls when you met Joe.

Handsome, smart, funny Joe. There was something about him that made you want to let your guard down. His charm, his charisma, his ability to be himself so unapologetically -- it was magnetic. You often found yourself fantasizing about spending a lifetime with him, whatever that even meant anymore.

A harmless dinner date. That’s all it was. It was all it was supposed to be.

And then he was kissing you, sending an electricity through you that you hadn’t felt in centuries. He was a bright yellow light, banishing the shadows of the reality of your existence.

It felt okay to let him in. To invite him inside. Not just into your apartment, but into your life. Into your heart. Something told you that everything would work out in the end.

And then six months later when Joe teasingly pointed out a grey hair as he was shampooing your locks in the shower, you knew you would never be lonely again.

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Congratulations on 700! You deserve it!! For the request: my name’s Lyndsie, with Tim Murphy please (but grown up obviously), the color yellow, and ‘39 for the song! Congrats again!

lyndsie i appreciate you so much! thank you so much for your support. i hope you enjoy this! tim makes me so soft. also i could not for the life of me work yellow in anywhere LOL

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“Okay, you have to relive an entire year of your life, but afterwards you shoot back to the present and you get a million dollars. Would you do it, and if so, what year would you relive?” Tim mused, his voice breaking the silence that had overtaken the two of you. The pair of you had accidentally worked late into the evening again, and you had yanked the workaholic doctor out of his office to get some fresh air with you. So that’s how you found yourself flat on your back in the museum garden, staring up at the night sky with Tim at your side.

“If I make different choices does it change the future? Like are we talking Back to the Future time travel rules here?” you clarified.

“Nah, everything stays the same.”

“Then I’d relive second grade. I loved being seven,” you replied, earning a chuckle from the redhead to your left. “Okay, for a million dollars you get to travel to another planet. Would you do it?”

“Nah,” Tim answers, not hesitating at all.

“Really? Why not?”

“Because time works differently in space. I’d come back and you and everyone else I care about would be long gone.”

Your cheeks warmed and your heart sped up at his words.

“Are you saying you care about me, Tim Murphy?” you teased, nudging his shoulder with yours. The normally timid boy then surprised you, reaching to interlace your fingers with his.

“Of course I do.”

You gave his hand a squeeze as you tried to find the words to explain just how much you cared for him.

“I changed my answer. I wouldn’t relive a year of my life, even for a million dollars,” you revealed as Tim’s thumb began to subconsciously caress yours.

“Oh yeah?”

“I’d never want to spend that long away from you, Timmy,” you explained as you brought your intertwined hands to your lips, placing a gentle kiss to Tim’s knuckles.

You wished it wasn’t so dark so that you could see the flush in Tim’s cheeks.

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