What would it be like sharing a bed with each of the BoRhap boys?
Ben
Sleeps mostly on his back.
Is an absolute furnace. You never have to worry about being cold at night because he alone keeps the whole room noticeably warmer than the rest of the house.
You love to fall asleep with your head on Ben's chest and legs tangled up with his, but often have to fight Frankie for this position.
But it's totally okay because she's the cutest and sweetest pup and you can't stay mad at her.
You love being able hear Ben's heartbeat in this position, it's your personal lullaby.
And your head is at the right place for Ben to tilt his head down and brush his lips over your forehead and bury his nose in your hair as you drift off.
Most mornings you are kissed awake, but not by Ben. Frankie knows when breakfast is, and so, when she's feeling hungry, she'll take turns licking everyone's face until somebody caves and goes to fill her bowl with kibble.
Gwilym
Also very warm.
Sleeps with a fan on in nothing but his boxer-briefs every night, be it summer or winter.
Loves to be your big spoon. There's nothing he loves more than holding you close. You use his outstretched arm as a pillow more often than your actual pillow.
You love the feeling of Gwil's arms wrapped around you, keeping you warm and secure.
You sometimes drift away in the night, but always manage to come back together in the quiet hour or two before you have to wake up.
This position allows him to easily bury his nose in your hair, which to him, smells amazing. He often ends up waking with it in his mouth, but it's totally worth it.
In the morning, he'll wake you with kisses all over the back of your head and neck.
If he's feeling particularly frisky, he'll lean over you and trail kisses across your jaw and down your neck. This always pulls you quickly from your slumber.
Rami
Not particularly an all night cuddler.
You two usually start off facing each other, sharing soft kisses and talking about your day.
Once you let out the third yawn in as many minutes, he knows it's time to switch off the lights and settle in.
He needs space while he sleeps, but still loves to be in contact with you, so often he will raise your hand to his lips, leaving a kiss and a whispered, "Good night, my love," on your skin before either intertwining your fingers or dropping your hand on his chest and covering it with his own.
Sometimes, though, after a particularly difficult day on set, he craves that closeness. On these days, he likes to be the little spoon. He needs that security, and so he will flip over and press his back to you, silently asking for comfort.
He still drifts away slightly on these nights, and you tend to wake up with him facing you and your hand pressed lightly over his neck. By then he almost always feels better, and will greet you with a smile and a kiss.
Joe
Absolute clingiest person you've ever shared a bed with. But who's surprised?
Definitely an all night cuddler.
You are a tummy sleeper, though, and this poses a little bit of a problem at first.
Until Joe finds a solution in his sleep. You wake up one morning with him almost totally on top of you, his head resting on the back of your shoulder.
At first you think he's messing with you and had climbed on top of you to wake you up, but you realize he's most definitely asleep as you can hear his light little snores.
You're surprised to find you love feeling his weight and presence on top of you. The pressure and warmth are instantly relaxing and reassuring. You lay there for another 20 minutes until he wakes up.
Joe snuffles awake and as soon as he becomes aware, he's instantly rolling off you and spilling apologies. "Oh my god are you okay?!" "Y/N I was totally crushing you!" "Why are you laughing?"
You assure him you love it, and every time it happens after that, you let it, even laying in bed for a little longer just to feel him.
And if you sometimes wake him by wiggling your ass against a noticeable hardness pressed against you, perhaps that makes it even better.
EDIT: I'll eventually be doing a Queen one. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in it!
Ben seems to be the typical jock, built, handsome and quite popular. Most people think he isn’t very bright but it’s really not true. Joe is also quite popular because he is a funny and easy to be around person and is a member of the drama club.
They meet through their friends Gwilym and Rami and immediately hit off.
Joe is very flirty, not making a secret about how attractive he thinks Ben is and Ben is flustered at first but picks up to it fast and flirts back but he thinks it’s just for fun because he is hot and Joe doesn’t mean it.
So when Joe actually asks him out, he is baffled but accepts. Soon after, Joe almost always wears Ben’s jackets and comes to all his games to support him and more often than not Ben can be found in the drama club room, just watching his boyfriend go through lines.
Mazlek - Rami talks Joe into going Skinny dipping after filming episode 7 at night. Joe agrees to go with him, once it gets dark and the moon is out. After playing around a bit, they share their first kiss even first time (on the grass) where Rami rides Joe.
Rami had been hesitant but Joe had nagged and prodded until he had finally agreed to go skinny dipping with him. And now, it was dark and they were about to actually go swimming.
Joe was already shedding his clothes and he couldn’t help but look just a little bit but caught himself before his eyes trailed too low. Slower, he followed suit and got undressed. Thankfully, Joe was already in the water once he was done and too busy splashing around to make fun of him being shy.
It also was not good because Rami found himself distracted by how ethereal he looked with the moonlight and the water. His eyes were shining bright when he turned back towards him, grinning widely.
“C'mere!” he called and held out a hand.
Rami felt almost compelled to take it and let himself be pulled deeper into the water until he had to stand on the tip of his toes to keep his head afloat.
“Is it so bad now?” he asked.
“No.”
Joe splashed him then, causing a splash fight to break out. Once they were a bit closer to shore and actually had some resemblance of footing, they wrestled playfully. Rami was dunked several times and in return, managed to dunk Joe too as they laughed.
They stumbled backwards, both of the screeching as they lost their balance and fell. Joe landed on top of him, pushing all the air out his lungs and making him blush furiously.
Joe was giggling madly, a wide grin on his face and Rami was left speechless.
There was a shift in the atmosphere and he could see Joe’s eyes flitting to his lips before meeting his eyes again.
Whatever he saw must tell him something because he was leaning down slowly, giving him enough time to push him back or stop him but Rami let his eyes fall closed, meeting him halfway.
He could taste salt on Joe’s lips. Hands tangled into his hair, pulling him into a half sitting position and straddled him fully. Their kiss deepened and grew heated quickly.
“Fuck, Rami, you have no idea how long I wanted to do that.”
They got out of the water, lips connected and hands roaming but didn’t make it far. Joe ended up on his back on the grass with Rami on top, riding him slowly, head thrown back in pleasure. Their lovemaking was slow, but filled with pent-up longing and passion as they whispered soft words and sweet names to each other, hands laced together.
Summary: Queen has been working diligently to break into the business, while two of their members work just as frantically academically. It catches up to one member in particular, but luckily, he's not alone in his struggles.
Pairing: Brian May/John Deacon
A/N: Hello everyone, I'm not dead! I started this a couple weeks ago with the intention of kicking off pride month with a little Breaky blurb. I've finally finished it, and I kind of love how fluffy it is. Anyway, check out the most cliche, cute trope y'all have read five thousand times, but I had to do it. Oh yeah and! I looked it up, Herbal Essece was fairly popular in the 70's, and the advertising seemed very John to me so....
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, and a reused trope. Also not beta'd, so all mistakes be mine own.
Brian woke with a start, moonbeams filtering in through the thin drapes of the window across the room. Not sure at first what woke him, he stared at the ceiling for a moment before rolling to his side, reaching over to pull his bedmate closer. That is, until his hand closed on air. He felt the sheets, cold but rumpled. He was certain he hadn't gone to sleep alone, and the state of the empty half of the bed supported this, but the other man must have risen some time in the night.
Puzzled, Brian listened for any movement that might indicate where John had gone. He didn't see any light coming from the attached bathroom, and so excluded that possibility. He could hear no movement from the rest of his flat, either. A sense of worry took up residence in the pit of Brian's stomach, pushing him from his bed and out of the room to investigate.
Upon opening the door, a dim flood of light streamed from the direction of the kitchen, casting a glow that was harsh to his ill-adjusted eyes. Blinking rapidly a few times against the discomfort, the curly-haired man quietly made his way down the hall and to the main part of his flat.
The sight Brian found in the kitchen immediately banished the feeling in his gut, his heart instead doing somersaults behind his ribcage.
There in the sturdiest (and therefore least squeaky) of the mismatched dining chairs sat John, slumped over the table, open math textbook for a pillow. His bag lay open at his feet, notebooks, pencils, a compass and a teacup surrounding him on the table, face hidden by long, disheveled hair.
Brian looked on fondly for a moment, remembering a conversation he and John had just three days ago. John had been worried about balancing school with the band, a stress that Brian himself felt almost constantly. He figured John must have woken at some point in the night and, in a panic, made his way back the the kitchen to double check his work.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, the tall man quietly made his way over the the sagging couch, gathering up the blanket that lay draped over it. He quietly turned toward the sleeping figure at the table, contemplating whether to leave John to sleep in his uncomfortable position or wake him to coax him back into bed. Deciding he could not bear to wake him, Brian gently draped the blanket over John's sagging shoulders. He leaned close and pressed a kiss to the soft locks of long, brown hair, lingering for a moment to inhale the familiar, comforting scent of John's Herbal Essence shampoo.
"Goodnight, my love," he whispered. "I hope you find peace with all of this soon."
He then turned to leave, intending to slip quietly back into bed, when he heard a deep intake of breath from behind him and froze. John suddenly shot up straight, looking around himself in a panic before he seemed to remember where he was. As he stretched his arms over his head, John caught sight of the blanket falling around him, then of Brian frozen in the doorway.
"Bri? Whaydoin?"
Brian faced John again, watching as his lover's head drooped toward the table again. Now that John had stirred, he decided he should probably take the opportunity to try and move him back to bed.
The guitarist folded his tall figure down, kneeling next to John in the chair to try and see his face. Grey-green eyes were hidden behind droopy eyelids, and John plush lips had parted with his soft breaths. He looked peaceful, but Brian knew that John would be supremely uncomfortable and unrested if left here all night. He reached out to tangle his long fingers gently in John's soft hair, hoping the gently stimulation would help wake him.
"John? John, lovely, wake up for me, please? Deacy, you've fallen asleep on your maths textbook."
John woke with another deep breath, blinking groggily at Brian.
"Hmm?"
"Love, you've fallen asleep at the table, on your textbook. Please come back to bed?"
"Hmm'kay."
Brian started to rise to his feet again, feeling victorious, when he suddenly found his arms full of bassist. John had turned and fling his arms over Brian's shoulders, letting his weight fall onto the older man.
"John, no! Oof..." Brian barely managed to catch John wothout falling backwards onto the floor. "John. This isn't what I meant. Come on love, come back to bed with me, it'll be far more comfortable."
John only nuzzled his nose against Brian's neck and mumbled something that sounded like, "you're comfortable."
Realizing this was not going to be easy, Brian took a deep breath and pushed back against John. His patience was wearing thin, he just wanted to take his boyfriend back to bed and hold him. We'll have to do this the hard way, I suppose.
Brain pushed John back into the chair and quickly got to his feet again. He took John's hands and pulled him upright before hooking John's hands around his neck. Thankfully John got the idea then, even in his half conscious state, and wrapped his arms around Brian's shoulders. The taller man then wrapped his own long arms around John's tiny waist and pulled him upward, forcing him to stand.
John wobbled on unsteady feet, and Brian held his lover close against his body as John fully woke up.
"Wha-what?! Brian!"
"It's alright love, I've got you."
"Oh. Oh. Did I...fall asleep?" John asked, glancing at the table beside them. He let go of Brian's neck, instead smoothing his large hands over Brian's shoulders and letting them rest on the older man's chest.
Brian looked down fondly at the man in his arms. "Yes. I woke up and couldn't find you, you had me worried for a moment."
John simply smiled softly by way of an apology and reached up to press a light kiss to the guitarist's full bottom lip. They broke apart softly, lingering in each other's space. Hazel eyes peering into green, searching for any signs of dishonesty, Brian asked, "Are you alright? Everything going okay with your schoolwork."
Looking down toward their feet, John quietly sighed before answering.
"Yeah, it's alright, I guess. I just...had a bad dream."
Brian tucked a finger under John's chin, encouraging him to look up again. When he once again met green eyes in the dim kitchen lighting, Brian tried to give the bassist a comforting smile.
"You want to talk about it? You know you can talk to me."
"Yes, I know."
"Even if I'm asleep. You can wake me up. I don't mind."
"Yes. I probably won't, but thank you."
"John."
"Brian."
"John."
John reach up to tangle long fingers in messy black curls, giving a soft tug in protest of Brian's stubbornness.
"Brian, it was nothing, really. I had a bad dream that I'd gotten every calculation wrong in this project I've been working on, and knew I wouldn't be able to sleep until I checked them. So I did, and then I made some tea, and must have nodded off. It's silly, and there's no need for you to worry."
Brian smiled before leaning in to press another soft kiss to pouty pink lips. "Well, if you're sure. Come on, let's go back to bed."
"Mmm, yes, let's."
Once they had both settled back between the sheets, Brian with his arm tucked securely around John, pressed chest to back, Brian couldn't help but ask.
"Deacy?"
"Hm? Yeah Brimi?"
"Your calculations. What was the verdict?"
"Oh they were all fine, of course."
Brian laughed, pressing his face into John's hair, and fell back asleep surrounded by warmth and the smell of Herbal Essence.
As a thank you to @bohemian-rhapsody-slash for setting us safely off to sea aboard this ship, I give you some modern AU Deazzello! I hope you like it, babe. Thanks for all the great content you give us.
Pairing: Joe Mazzello/John Deacon, established relstionship
Summary: John comes home from Queen's first tour of Japan, exhausted but dying to see his husband and newly adopted daughter. Joe has stayed home, on a break in his own career, to take care of little Christine, and did not realize just how much he'd missed John.
Author's Notes: This is a modern AU. The timeline for the band is still the same, in that John joined Queen when he was 19 and things progress at the same pace, it's just that in this AU that happened in 2014 instead of 1971. He met Joe shortly after, who at the time of this story is 28, and they have been married for just shy of 3 years. They both now live in London.
John twirled the rings on his fingers, leg bouncing in the back of the cab that was currently taking him from Heathrow to his London townhouse. His husband had offered to come pick him up himself, but John had not replied to the text that awaited him upon landing. He was sure wrestling a 14-month-old into a carseat for such a short amount of time would not be worth it. He could survive a 15 minute cab ride on his own.
God, John was regretting it, now. He missed his family dearly. He missed Joe's warm eyes and thick auburn hair. He missed Joe's long fingers and soft lips. He missed sleeping next to his husband at night. While the hotels Queen stayed in on their Japanese tour were comfortable enough, John found he simply could not sleep as well by himself anymore.
He missed little Christine as well. Seeing the Japanese children gather around them, fascinated by the tall Westerners with their long hair and pale skin, left an ache in his heart for his own little one. She had only been theirs for a year now, and she had them both wholly wrapped around her little finger. With her big, dark eyes and soft brown ringlet curls, one look at either of them had their hearts absolutely melting. And now John had been away for three months. Would she even remember him? Sure, he had gotten to see her a few times over FaceTime, but being so young, she could not quite associate Joe's phone screen with her daddy, and lost interest quickly.
John looked out the window at the rainy London streets, trying to pinpoint exactly where he was. Only about 5 more blocks, now...
Joe sighed as he stared out the kitchen window into the soggy back garden. John was due home today, and Joe had kept his phone all but glued to his side, awaiting a message that his husband's flight had landed and he was ready to be picked up. No such message had come in, and Joe was starting to grow worried. Just as he picked his phone up to try calling his husband, he heard a cry over the baby monitor.
"Papa!"
Christine was awake, and quickly becoming distressed to find herself alone in the nursery. She must still be groggy. In that in-between state, she often became panicked if she did not see a familiar face upon waking. Joe quickly ascended the stairs, and turned the corner into the nursery as another distressed cry of, "Papaaa!" reached his ears.
"I'm here, little one," Joe soothed the babe, reaching into the crib to pull his daughter into his arms. "Sshh, Papa's here."
Christine leaned back in Joe's embrace, watching him speak, before reaching out to grab at his lips.
"What do you need, baby?" Joe asked her, trying to encourage her to communicate. She was exceptionally smart, and had picked up the baby sign language he was teaching her with ease. However, she had yet to start standing on her own or walking at all. The pediatrician assured Joe at her one year check-up that it was nothing to worry about, some babies simply learn to walk later than others.
Joe watched as Christine raised her tiny hand so her thumb rested against her forehead. Joe's heart melted.
"Daddy will be home today. Soon our family will be whole again, and you will have nothing to fear, my little star," Joe kissed his daughter's forehead and started to move towards the stairs with her, bringing her favorite stuffed monkey along. Joe felt a tiny hand tug at his hair, which was his daughter's unfortunate way of gaining his attention when he was within arm's reach. Christine pressed her closed fingers up to her lips, and Joe headed toward the kitchen and set her down in her high chair for a snack.
Once Christine was finished with her Cheerios and waved her hands signalling "all done!" Joe brought her into the lounge to sit on her mat and play while they waited to hear from John.
When Joe finally did hear the front door open, he sat up straight in the armchair he was occupying and set aside the book he'd been pretending to read. He's home, he's finally home, Joe thought.
Joe rose from the chair just in time to see John come around the corner from the foyer. They each froze, simply taking in each other's appearance for a moment. John looked so soft in a dark hoodie with Freddie's Queen logo on it, and his favorite jeans which left nothing to the imagination. More than anything, though, Joe drank in the sight of his husband's face. John looked even more beautiful than Joe remembered. His eyes were squinty with a soft smile and lack of sleep, his hair mussed from the flight and framing his pouty lips in the most delectable way. Joe' blood flow started to redirect itself south at the memory of what that mouth could do.
Oi, get it together, man. Your daughter is right there.
"John--"
Joe was cut off as John crossed the room in three strides and smashed their mouths together.
John paid the cab driver and thanked him again before pulling his bags out and looking toward his front door. God, it felt good to be back already, and he had not even crossed the threshold yet. John practically ran up to the door, fumbling for his key and nearly dropping it in his haste to get it in the lock. Once the door was open and he had abandoned his bags in the foyer, John listened for a moment for signs of life. He could hear Christine babbling happily in the lounge, and the rustling of fabric shifting as he walked around the corner.
John froze.
God, that's MY husband? He's so beautiful.
John drank in the sight of Joe looking relaxed and casual in dark jeans and a cotton, long sleeve shirt in the most delectable cream color. He clearly had not shaved that morning, and his hair was slightly mussed at the front, as if someone had been grabbing at it. His warm eyes were shining with emotion, and John saw a flash of pink as Joe's tongue darted out to lick his lips.
"John--"
John did not let Joe finish as he moved quickly to his husband, took his face in his hands, and kissed him, hard, hoping to relay in one simple movement how much he had missed the other man. John relaxed a little, softening the kiss as he felt Joe's hands tangle into his long hair. His own hands settled on Joe's slim hips, teasing a little at where Joe's shirt had ridden up above his waistband.
"John, oh my god, John. I missed you. I missed you so much. I can't believe you're here!"
"I'm here Joe, yes, I'm here. I know, I missed you, too. I could hardly sleep and I missed your touch and your smell and your warmth."
They dove back in for another kiss, and just as John was opening his mouth to let Joe in, he felt something fairly solid smack against his leg. He pulled back and looked at Joe for a minute, slightly disoriented, before he heard an excited screech from the floor.
"DADDY!"
John looked down to see little Christine holding onto his leg, wobbling as she tried to stay standing on her unsteady feet.
"Oh my god. Oh my GOD!" Joe exclaimed as John bent down to pick his daughter up. "Oh, Christine! My baby!" Joe lunged forward to wrap them into a hug. John was overcome with emotion at the fact his daughter remembered him. And apparently she was walking now? Another milestone he had missed.
He turned watery eyes to his husband, only to see hot tears sliding down the other man's face. He lifted his free hand from Joe's back and swiped at his cheeks.
"Joe, my love, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Oh, John, nothing's wrong. Nothing at all!
"Then why are you crying, honey?"
"John, she's never done that before! Those were her first steps!"
John turned to look at Christine in awe. She was preoccupied with babbling nonsense about her monkey, oblivious to the fact that her fathers' world was in an uproar. "Wh-what?"
"I've been working with her for a good month, now. Trying to get her to stand on her own, trying to get her to walk with me. She would not do it. I thought something was wrong, even though the doctor said she's probably just a late bloomer." Joe leaned forward to kiss his daughter's short curls.
"You mean I didn't miss her first steps?" John whispered as he felt the tears spilling over.
"No!" Joe cupped John's face and wiped at the tears with his shirt sleeve. "Oh, no, John you didn't. She was saving them for you. She was waiting for her daddy."
John buried his face against Christine's onesie and shook with silent sobs. Joe wrapped them both in an embrace, and John held on as tight as he dared, until Christine became restless and started squirming. "Papa! Daddy!"
John straightened up before suddenly lifting Christine toward the ceiling, eyes crinkling with laughter as the baby giggled with glee.
"Careful!" John could hear the laughter in Joe's voice. "She just had her afternoon snack, get too silly and she might throw up on you."
John laughed again. "I don't even care! I'm just so happy to be home again! I'm so happy to have my man and my girl in my arms again."
Later than night, after a quick dinner and hasty clean-up, the whole Deacon family settled down together on the sofa for a cuddle. John held Christine against his chest as she dropped off to sleep, while Joe tucked his legs under him and leaned against John's shoulder, at the perfect angle to watch his daughter's face soften in slumber as she rose and fell with her daddy's breathing.
"Is she asleep?" Joe felt more than he heard John's voice.
"Yeah. She is," he whispered back, tucking a loose curl behind the sleeping girl's ear.
"Mmm. Well then, Mr. Deacon," Joe felt a shiver at John's low voice calling him by his married name. "Let me get this little one tucked in, and then let me give you a proper greeting."
Joe looked up at John, a sly smile spreading across his pink lips.
"Only if I get to give you a proper 'welcome home', husband."
John stood with a grace and speed Joe had never seen the man use before, and was halfway up the stairs, Christine still asleep, before Joe even knew what happened.
AU where instead of being an actor, Joe ends up as Ben’s drum teacher for BoRhap.
Joe got the job thanks to his good friend Rami, traveling to London to meet a guy who had lied about being able to play the drums. He thought it funny and a bit stupid at first but he soon changed his mind after meeting Ben. He is immediately smitten by the man, almost not able to get out a full sentence in his presence at first. Being around Roger Taylor didn’t help with that at all but Joe caught himself staring at the young blond, watching him drum away, his hair matted by sweat and the shirt clinging to his muscles.
He enjoys their lessons together as they were constantly joking around but still getting through their lessons. And Ben was good, he learned fast, listening intently to Joe and Roger and practicing religiously.
Joe dreads the day of their last lesson, reluctant to let Ben go. Their last day together is still fun but overshadowed by the fact that it’s unlikely they will ever see each other again.
Much to Joe’s surprise it’s Ben who asks him for his number and a date. Because Joe had to leave for New York early the next day, they go for lunch together after practice.
Ben kisses him goodbye, just a soft, chaste kiss, and makes him promise to write as soon as he arrives, causing Joe’s heart to speed up.
The moment he lands in New York, he texts him and he receives an answer just a minute later, despite it being around four a.m. in London.
caring for each other while ill. Hardzello (joe being the one thats sick)
“I can’t believe I got sick!”
Joe sneezed, then sniffled miserably. He wrapped his blanket tighter around himself and pouted at Ben, who gently carded his fingers through Joe’s hair.
“You’ll be fine in a few days.”
Joe leaned against him and hid his face in the blond’s neck, whining loudly.
“Alright, lay down. I’m gonna go to the drug store and get you some tea, some cough drops and whatever else I can find.”
“No, stay with me.”
Ben laughed at his boyfriend’s behaviour and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.
“Alright, I’ll stay until you fall asleep, then get the stuff and I’ll be back before you even know it.”
