Nutella Boy (Joe Mazzello X Reader) - Part I

Nutella Boy (Joe Mazzello x Reader) - Part I

summary: when it comes down to it, you’re just two dumb dorks who take far too long to figure out you like each other.

word count: 5k 

warnings: none

author’s note: welp, part fourteen of my ongoing series will have to wait just a little bit longer. i’ve been working on this for a while and i’m really excited to post it! please let me know what you think!!!

i’m super grateful for noah, @just-my-sickly-pride for beta-reading and editing this baby for me. she’s awesome, and you should check out her roger fic debut if you’re older than eighteen years old!! tori over at @a-night-at-the-0pera was also a big help with her new york lovin’ and for allowing me to use it in here. she’s got two amazing series too, you gotta check them out. 

quick shoutout to my discord pals, too, who have all helped me out at some point or the other in the writing of this fic. y’all are fucking awesome and i love you guys.

You loved Lucy with your whole heart and soul. She was the best thing in your life. But if you said you loved waking up at the ass-crack of dawn just to walk her, you would be lying through your teeth.

Not a single day had ever gone by where you’d not been woken up by Lucy’s wet nose all over your face, pawing at your belly to tell you to get up. You were always out of the house before seven o’clock, getting a nice run in every day and picking up groceries if you were running out.

Seeing a moving truck parked outside the house opposite yours, now that wasn’t part of the routine. That house had remained empty for as long as you’d been living in the neighborhood, although you’d seen the owners drop in once in a while.

You had assumed the owners were moving in, but on your way back, milk carton in hand, you saw that the guy sitting outside the house was not one of the owners.

He didn’t look too happy to be in the neighborhood. He was seated on the sidewalk, hands laced together on top of his knees, staring dejectedly at his scuffy shoes. You couldn’t help but stare. He was so engaged in his… wallowing, that he didn’t notice you at all.

That was until Lucy barked happily at the sight of someone new and began tugging on your leash. When you tried to reign her back in, hissing, “Lucy, no,” she let out a bark, grabbing the stranger’s attention.

The moment he saw your hyper Border Collie, his frown turned into half a smile, and he gave both of you a wave. You waved back, taking in his second-day scruff and messy hair. He looked like he hadn’t gotten much sleep. But strangely, it seemed to be working for him.

He stood up, dusting himself off before hollering, “Is it friendly?”

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i absolutely want to talk to you but i am shy and kind of boring lol. but you seem super cool. ily.

first of all: 🥰🥺

i digress, i related to this a whole lot bc i am also shy and also kind of boring but i’m also a crackhead once i get comfortable

hate to break it to you but you seem cooler and ily more

also, i see you have reblogged some merlin stuff? it’s been on my list for a while and i’ve never gotten around to it, would you recommend watching? maybe that can be the start of our conversations :))

here’s some blurry pics to better express my feelings;

“You see, a home is not just the house you sleep in, a home is all of us, family and friends, when we are happy, when we are sad, when we dance and when we sing.” - Top End Wedding (2019)