You Know It's A *really* Good... GREAT Read If You're A Joe Stan, But Loved Every Single Bit Of Ben.

You know it's a *really* good... GREAT read if you're a Joe stan, but loved every single bit of Ben. I LOVE THIS. 💕

Code Blue - Part Three (Ben Hardy x Reader) [*18+ Only*]

AT A GLANCE:

13.4k words, I snapped oops

Gif originally posted by @gryffinddor and it’s beautiful!!!

So much fluff, friendly banter, Ben and Y/N just generally being two halves of a whole idiot, Frankie content, and lots of self-indulgent smut, but like, wholesome smut. You’ll see.

I LOVED writing this fic, and this part is some of my favorite smut I’ve written. I really hope you guys like it :’)

***Again, this part contains adult content. 18+ only, my dudes. Please take that into consideration before you interact with this post. Thank you!!***

“Are you in for the night?”

You looked up from your phone at the sound of your flatmate’s tentative voice; Lottie was standing in the doorway to your room, wearing the kind of ‘no-effort’ outfit that took half an hour to put together, and holding a mug of tea. It was her usual “casual dick appointment” look, and honestly, she was rocking it.  

“Oh boy, I know that tone,” you replied with a suggestive edge in your voice. You balanced your chin on your knee and cocked your head at her knowingly. Lottie stuck her tongue in her cheek and looked down at the floor, but she was smirking.

“Yeah, I’m sorry…I think Mike might be coming over.”

“Do I know Mike?” you teased; you didn’t recognize the name, and it sounded like Jack, her last beau, appeared to have done his time. She was on to the next, as she’d say, and you had to give Lottie credit; she knew what she wanted and went for it.  Jack was old news now, though, and you had half a mind to send the poor guy a thank you note; after all, his horrible rhythm was the reason you’d ended up going over to Ben’s and falling asleep with him the first place. 

You laughed inwardly as you imagined how that card would read: “Hey, thanks for fucking my roommate and making me dip out of my own home in a fit of rage, I might have actually gotten a boyfriend out of it, cheers mate! x”

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eargasm

I’ve never heard a better drum and bass pairing than the Deaks and R.T.

my Filipina heart is melting!!!! 😍😍😍 gaaaaaahhhhhdddd Joseph calling me Mahal is the DEATH OF MEEEEE

Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Filipina!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Fluff, a whole lotta fluff.

Synopsis: You, Joe, and your two kids attend your daughter’s first baseball game. 

Shoutout to @deacydarling for giving me this idea, this moodboard, and all the tagalog in this fic. Thanks for the inspiration and for dealing with all of my questions. Love you!!

Special thanks to @zodiacal-dust-and-curls for answering all my baseball questions, my eternal gratitude to you always.

It was beautifully sunny day at Yankee Stadium. The birds were chirping, the crowd was cheering, and the Yankees were up 5-0 at the bottom of the 7th inning.

You were sitting in the third row behind third base, arms wrapped around your four year old daughter as she sat in your lap.

“Do you see him, mommy?” Rowena asked, leaning forward against the seat in front of her.

You squinted, holding a hand up to shield against the bright sunlight. “There.” You pointed at the Yankee dugout. “See, he’s talking to Sanchez.”

She leaned forward a bit more, and followed your finger. “I see him!” She said, clapping excitedly.

Luis Cessa, your favorite player- and your daughter’s by default- number fourteen on your accepted celebrity smash list behind Anthony Mackie, was leaning against the railing with his teammates. You and your daughter both watched, entranced, as he laughed at a joke.

“I think you’re drooling, mahal.” Joe teased, sitting down in the seat beside you. He was carrying half a pretzel, scores from him and your son’s snack run.

You jumped, shooting him a glare. “I am not.”

“You were staring, mama.  Again.” Your eight year old teased, mouth full of ice cream.

“Mind your own business, Joey.” You snapped playfully. “And don’t talk with your mouth full.”

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It's just 9:30 in the morning, and this has already made my day. Happy Sunday!

Freddie: Rock and roll!!

Brian: NOT ON MY WATCH

SOOOOOOOOOO SLOW 😂😂😂😂

Roger: We can’t slow down! Freddie: (laughs) Right, take two. Brian: I’m trying to slow it a little down— Roger: Well it doesn’t need slowing down, it’s— god, it’s creeping at the moment! Freddie: (laughs) Alright, try— Roger: God, it was so slow! And it was getting even slower. You always try to play this like I’ve never— Freddie: Take two! John: You’re playing the fucking twelve string. Freddie: Take two. John: (laughs) Roger: (fed up) ALRIGHT THEN, I’ll follow you! Brian: (mocks Roger by making crying noises) Freddie: Right, take two.

same energy

Joe Mazzello and I would look so cute together, I have no proof but I don’t have doubts either