#breaky week

[runningfortocome]

Breaky Week 11/11-17

Announcing Breaky Week! A week to celebrate this pairing that gets less attention but certainly deserves our love. From November 11-17. I have some prompts for each day that you can follow, or you can do whatever. Moodboards, art, fic, all is great. There will be a collection on AO3 for the fics. Enjoy and let me know if you have any questions!

please use the tag #BreakyWeek2k19

Monday (11)

first kiss

slammed doors

tease

music video

Tuesday (12)

gifts

betrayal

trying something new

misfire’

Wednesday (13)

adopting a pet

misunderstanding 

spanking 

Ridge Farm

Thursday (14)

proposal 

mental illness

fake dating au

hot space angst/arguments in the studio

Friday (15)

laughing

cheating

“Are you going to be good for me?”

writing a song about the other person

Saturday (16)

falling in love

illness

"Oh yeah? Make me.”

stagewear

Sunday (17)

holidays/anniversaries 

someone dies

blind date au

Rock Montreal (or any concert)

[queen-writing-sideblog]

Yes Sir

Brian could deal with the tight pants. He could deal with seeing John bending over the mixing table. He couldn’t stand the winks and glances and touches when nobody was watching. All at the same time it was enough to make studio time… rather interesting, to put it simply.

The car ride was silent. John looked very pleased with himself, a self satisfied smile on his face and Brian couldn’t wait to wipe that look off his face.

As soon as they were home, Brian was slamming the door behind them and shoving John up against a wall. “You fucking tease.” He muttered, grabbing his wrists to pin them above his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He scowled and ducked down until he was looking right into his eyes. “You fucking brat. Just couldn’t wait until we got home to have my attention. Bet everyone was looking at you.” He let go of his wrists to slide a hand up his thigh, but his hands stayed in their place above his head. Seemed Brian had knocked the fight out of him.

“Look at you now, though. So pliant and pretty, and all mine.” He bent down to nip at his neck and didn’t miss the way he moaned as his eyes fluttered shut. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, aren’t we? And you’re going to do just what I ask you, hm?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s a good boy.” He pulled back from him. “Why don’t you go to the bedroom for me? Get undressed and kneel on the bad.”

“Yes sir.” He scampered off in the direction of their room.

Oh, Brian would have fun tonight.

[sammyspreadyourwings]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

After Brian becomes a runaway prince thanks to John's help, the rumors get it wrong. A few years later Brian and John are separated and all they want is to get back to each other.

aka Breaky Week is here hell yea! Day One: Slammed Doors

[lapofthemusicgods]

Last in Line, First to Mind

Aka my Breaky week contribution! Hope yall like it!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[deaky-disco-queen]

Hey, folks, maybe you remember me asking about interest in a Breaky Week some time ago and I wanted to ask you guys if you want to participate would you rather have the event happen in November or January? With the many events (Poly and Joger Week coming up) a short break would probably be good and holiday times keep people busy.

Let me know what you think would be a better time!

[johndykeon]

Its breaky time boys and girls

it’s time babey!!!!!! hell yeah!!!!!!!

i’m so fuckin pumped for new breaky content this ship is so underrated it’s actually tragic :/ my fic should be going up on friday :)

[queen-writing-sideblog]

I was listening to I Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis on loop while I wrote this, you should listen while you read.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGJTaP6anOU

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John had never thought he would be where he was now. With Brian, in such a good, happy, stable place like he was now.

He was very grateful for it, though. It was good to have someone to love him, to have someone that he could love and cherish in return. He hadn’t had anything like this before. Sure, he’d been in love before, but never anything like this. Nothing that had ever lasted on both sides. And it had been years now. The feelings had started almost as soon as he’d met him. And then it had carried on from there, snowballing into this wonderful, lovely thing that it was now. 

He didn’t think he would be as happy as he was now if he didn’t have Brian. And he knew that Brian felt the same way.

They were all nice and cuddled up on the couch, wrapped up in each other. No other noise, no other distractions, just each other.

John’s head was pillowed on Brian’s stomach while he laid between his legs, his own hanging half off the arm of the couch where Brian’s feet were. He was focused on the smell of his cologne, the beating of his heart, the fingers carding through his hair, his voice.

That was one of his favorite things. When Brian would sing to him, his audience of one and he was the only one that would get to hear it. He loved it.

“Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you.”

“I love you too, Bri.” He murmured quietly, his eyes shut, but smiling when Brian paused to drop a kiss onto his head.

There was nothing better than this for sure.

[queen-writing-sideblog]

Blind Date

Brian looked around the restaurant, looking for a man sitting alone at a table who was waiting for someone.

After nearly walking up to the wrong person, he did manage to find him.

He had curly brown hair and lovely grey eyes and Brian was very glad he’d signed up for the blind date thing in the first place. “Are you John?”

His head snapped up. “Yeah. that’s me. So.. you’re Brian, then?”

“That would be me. Lovely to meet you.” He slid into the chair across from him. “Sorry we couldn’t go somewhere nicer. I thought this might help to… take the edge off, you know?”

“No, no, I love it. I quite like the diner, it’s very quaint. Much better than some stuffy, fancy place.”

“I agree. Much better.”

He grinned at him and Brian found that he was liking every part of John that was being revealed, bit by bit.

The dinner seemed to be going great. Brian snorted water out of his nose, and John seemed to find it funny instead of disgusting, so he took that as a good sign.

He offered to give John a ride home when he told him he was just going to take the bus, because the bus in London late at night was… well, there were many better places to be.

“Thank you for the ride. You didn’t have to.” Hohn told him when they got to his flat.

“I know. But my mum raised a gentleman, and I liked you, so.. I thought I’d take you home.”

He smiled. “Do you think I could see you again?”

“How’s next Friday?”

His smile turned into a grin. “Perfect.”

“Then it’s a date.”

Yeah, Brian was really glad he ended up signing up for that thing after all.