#borhap oneshot

“You know, Y/N. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I know. But I really do. And besides, you can’t just photograph ⅘ of the band and say you did a Queen photoshoot.” You laughed.

“Well, I guess you’re right there. But all the guys are stripping to their underwear. The whole point of this shoot is to have it be topless. I mean we’ll take the photos tastefully, but everyone on the set will probably, you know. See you.”

“That’s alright. I’m comfortable with the guys. It should be fine. Thanks though.” You smiled, heading to your dressing room to get ready.

Someone came in to do your hair and makeup, just lightly styling your hair and putting dark eyeshadow around your eyes as they’d done for the other four after applying your face makeup. As a woman, naturally you took longer to get ready than the guys, so by the time you had stripped to your black thong and put on your robe, the guys were already out on the floor practicing.

“This is stupid!” Roger sighed.

“Oh hush, you look fine, Darling.” Freddie huffed.

“We look stupid!” He sighed.

“I’ve got to admit, I’m with Rog.” Brian said.

“Well, if anything, we’re basically seductively touching each other in our underwear as we pose for pictures, so at least it shows how comfortable we are with each other.” John added, earning nods from the other members and yourself.

“Ah, look! Our princess has arrived!” Freddie proclaimed as he noticed your presence.

“Hi Fred,” You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Now let’s get this done.” You said as you took off your robe and threw it to the side, immediately silencing the bickering.  The four of them were looking at you in awe. “What? I know this isn’t the first time you’ve all seen a woman.”

“Yeah, Love, but it’s the first time we’ve, y’know.” Brian blushed.

“The first time we’ve ever seen you naked, he means.” Roger added, his friend punching him because of his brash comment.

“I didn’t think it’d be a problem. We all basically live together.” You laughed awkwardly.

No one responded. They all just awkwardly stared at you, Freddie scratching the back of his neck.

“Alright then guys stop staring at her!” Brian exclaimed, slapping Roger on the back of his head.

“So are we taking the photos or not?” Mick asked.

“We’re taking the photos.” You said, walking over to stand in front of the backdrop.

Mick directed you to sit on a stool centered behind where Roger and Freddie sat with Brian and John behind your so it created levels. Everyone seemed slightly on edge, making you roll your eyes at their ridiculousness. You felt Brian tense up behind you. Little did you know, even though your arms and Freddie and Roger’s bodies covered your breasts, from his angle he could see everything.

Everything.

And being incredibly attracted to you, it absolutely killed him.

Throughout many poses, you were pressed up to the guys, facing them, or in the perfect viewing spot for them to see your almost entirely nude body, but as the hours of photo shoots progresses, they got more comfortable. When you had finished the last photo, and turned to the guys for celebratory high fives, you got one from all the boys except for Brian, who did everything to avoid you. To try to make you not look at him.

“Bri,” You teased, “Don’t you still like me?”

He stuttered to find a response, briefly turning toward you as he grabbed his robe, and then you noticed.

You knew the guys were well endowed, but there was no way he had that much of a bulge without being-

Oh.

He was hard.

And you were pretty sure it wasn’t because of one of the boys.

Well, that explains a lot.

You turned away awkwardly; not sure of what to say.  You walked to your dressing room, not a moment later hearing the door to Brian’s slam shut next to you. Your mind was racing as you paced  back and forth, still in your robe and thong.

Does he like me?

Why didn’t I say anything?

Does he know I like him to?

If we do anything, what will happen to the band?

You caught your reflection in the mirror, pulling yourself out of your head.

‘C’mon, Y/N. You’ve liked him for ages. Time to go get your man. You told yourself, walking out of your room completely determined to reveal your feelings to him. You knocked on the door next to you, only receiving a muffled, “Who is it?”

“Me,” you replied. “Can I come in?”

You heard him mumble a response as you opened the door. He’d put on a pair of trousers, but still had a shirt off as he looked out the window, a sad look on his face. Probably from the way everything had just played out between the two of you.

“Hey, Bri? I- um. I’m sorry.” You said, closing the door behind you as you slowly walked over to him.

He laughed in annoyance at your apology. “You’re sorry? I’m the one who should be apologizing. I'm the one who made a bloody fool of myself.”

“No you didn’t,” you smiled, placing a hand on his arm.

“What?”

“I just didn’t know what to say before, Bri. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, y’know?”

“Tell me what?” He sighed.

“That I feel the same way, silly.” You smiled.

“Yeah, right. And pigs can fly.” He scoffed.

“No, really-” he cut you off as he stood from the window sill from agitation, walking to the other side of you so that he was facing you, his body now closer to the door, as you were closer to the window.

“Say, Y/N, how do you even know if I have feelings for you?”

“Well- um, I, I kinda, you know. Saw it.”

“Oh my god,” he groaned in embarrassment, running his hands through his hair as his face turned red.

“Hey, hey,” you said, grabbing his hands to calm him down. “Like I said, I feel the same way.”

“Really?”

Instead of answering him, you decided to show him, reaching up to caress his face with one hand while the other laid on his chest as you closed the space between your lips. At first you could feel his shock, but he quickly closed his eyes and relaxed, his hands going around your waste as the kiss soon deepened.

“I’ve been dreaming of this day as long as I’ve known you,” he confessed through kisses.

You moaned at his confession as your lips reconnected once again, passionately moving as they intertwined perfectly. His hands found the tie of your robe, pulling it as his other hand helped it slide off your shoulders, stepping back a moment to admire your body.

“So perfect,” he whispered as he caressed your cheek in his hand. Another ran down your body, lovingly squeezing your breast and then continuing down your side and to the back as both his hands began to knead your ass, his lips reconnecting with yours as he groaned, “God, I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” Which made you giggle.

He pushed you into the walk to the left of the windows as you jumped up, your arms now around his neck and legs hooked around his waist, his hands still not leaving your behind.

He started to trail kisses up your jaw and down your neck, soon finding the spot that made you moan the most, your head quickly tipping back in ecstasy. Not a moment later you heard,

“Hey, Bri, are we still going to the bar in a few min-” as Roger burst through the door, shocked at the sight of the two of you, mouth hanging open in surprise.

You and Brian were equally as shocked as well, Brian turning so that he was still holding you, but he was facing Roger to conceal your breasts.

Brian finally broke the silence, “I’m, uh, kinda busy here, mate.” He laughed nervously.

“Uh, right, yeah.” Roger smiled, nervously laughing as he scratched the back of his head. “Alright I’ll go now, oh and hi Y/N.” He said, making you laugh as he closed the door behind him.

Brian turned you back to the wall as he smiled at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he trailed kisses up your jaw and down your neck, seductively humming, “Now where were we?” Into the spot he was working on just moments before the two of you were interrupted.

Not a moment later the door opened again, “Oh, and by the way, I totally knew this was gonna happen. Like you two getting together, I mean.” Roger said upon his second entrance.

“Roger, leave!” The two of you said in unison as he slammed the door shut while muttering apologies, causing you and Brian to laugh before reconnecting your lips.

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A/N: That’s it! Thanks for reading lovies!

Ben was notorious for throwing the best raves. And best friend duties dictate that you have to go to each one. Ben had introduced you to Joe as soon as he’d met him himself, asking you to ‘mingle’ before rushing off to mingle himself. 

Joe was charming. He was beyond charming. He always knew what to say, when to say it and how to say it. Whatever he did always left you in a fit of giggles, and Joe smirking, satisfied. Over the course of the past three months, you’d managed to get closer to Joe than you’d thought possible.

You’d learned that he was a big Yankees fan. He loved corndogs and was also a certified Upstate Snob. 

And given his usual antics, you found yourself absolutely untaxed as he told you the story of how he once scaled the side of his aunt’s building at twenty. You were both in Ben’s kitchen. You were sitting cross-legged on the island, Joe fumbling around the kitchen to find bottle openers for your beers, slightly buzzed.

You chuckled, blinking softly, “Gimme,” you made grabby hands towards Joe, who scoffed before handing you a beer bottle. You expertly held it at the edge of the island, hitting the cap with your palm and popping the bottle open. 

Joe walked over, open-mouthed, mirroring your actions. He groaned when he was unable to open his bottle, handing it over to you with a side-eye. He climbed onto the counter and took the beer from your hand, lightly clinking it with yours. 

“It’s so nice,” he said after a few quiet sips.

“What is?” You put your hand behind you, leaning into it.

“You can open bottles with just your hands,” he punctuated his words with his index finger pressed to his thumb. You only giggled in response. “It’s true,” Joe continued.

“Sure, Joey,” you humoured him.

“You’re so good, ya know?” He sniffed, leaning into you, “You’re smart,” he whispered, “And really pretty. And— oh! And your hair is beautiful,” he smiled, tugging on a lock of your hair and letting it go, amused.

You exhaled sharply as Joe rested his head on your shoulder, sighing in satisfaction. You touched your head to his, your heartbeat picking up at Joe’s affirmations.

“Are you flirting with me, Mazzello?” You joked. You knew Joe was way out of your league.

Joe lifted his head to look at you, surprised, and for just a second, you wondered if you crossed a line. “You noticed?” He said softly, the corners of his lips curled up in a smile.

“Huh?” You shifted away from him, blinking, as if it would help you understand him better.

“God,” Joe rubbed the heel of his palm into his eye, “I’ve been flirting for weeks.”

“What?”

“I thought you’d never notice, so I just stopped hoping you would.”

“You’ve been flirting with me?”

Joe nodded, a soft smile on his face, leaning in close. “Should I stop?”

“Please don’t,” you giggled, the sound of your heart beating loud in your ears, “Keep going,” you mumbled. He was so close to you.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” Joe asked, his eyelashes touching yours as he tried to look at you.

You only nodded as you pushed your lips onto his, setting your beer bottle down carelessly and grabbing his face with both your hands. Joe sighed against your lips, clearly as satisfied as you. “Finally,” he chuckled sweetly.

Yeah. Finally.

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i bounce my leg up and down in anticipation, staring at ben’s phone that was placed on the coffee table in front of us.

i feel ben shift his position beside me for the hundredth time since the past 30 minutes. frankie whines when he does so, forcing her to adjust from her comfortable position on his lap.

several months ago, ben auditioned for the role of roger taylor in the new upcoming biofilm about queen, ‘bohemian rhapsody’ and ever since they told ben that they would call sometime this month, we’ve both been anticipating the call.

i will admit that ben is a really good actor and he could get any role he wants, but i can’t help but be anxious for him. i know how much he wants his role and my heart would break if he didn’t get the part.

i hear ben sigh. “(y/n), we’ve been waiting for hours and they still haven’t called yet.”

“ben, darling, be patient. they’ll call you.”

“but what if they don’t?” he says, frowing. “i had a lot of hope and confidence that i’ll get the part, but i’m starting to honestly lose hope.”

i mirror the frown on his face and cup his cheeks with my hands. “ben, don’t be like that. the more you say things like that, the chances of it happening will increase.”

i press my forehead against his and move my hands to the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. “plus, you have a lot of opportunities and have a bright future.” i softly kiss his forehead and side hug him, making sufe not to disturb frankie who is sleeping on his lap. “you’ll get it. trust me.”

he opens his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything, his phone rings.

we immediately turn our attention towards the vibrating cellphone on the coffee table and ben frantically stands up and picks it up. he looks at the screen and his eyes go wide.

“it’s them!” he says in utter surprise. “go answer it!” i say rather impatiently and motion for him to answer the phone. he finally presses answer and brings the phone to his ear. “h-hey,” he greets, anxiety evident in his voice.

i couldn’t hear what they were saying on the other line and it didn’t help that ben expression was the same all throughout the call. at one point of the call, i swear that i see his eyes twinkle in excitement, but i couldn’t be sure.

“sure. yeah, okay. thank you.”

he ends the call and he looks at me with no expression at all.

“so? what did they say?” i ask, expecting the bad news, but his face lights up and a wide grin plasters on his face.

“i got the part.”

i squeal in happiness and stand up to hug him, but he beat me to it and picked me up from the ground, spinning me around the living room as we both laugh out loud.

when he finally puts me down, i squeal once more and excitedly hug him. “i’m so proud of you, darling! i can’t wait to see you on screen,” i say against his chest.

“this is so surreal. i’m going to be playing as roger taylor.”

“well, you know what they say, fortune favors the bold.” ben chuckles and kisses me, smiling into the kiss.

No. No. Nothing had happened. Ben was just fine. 

Only… drained from his trip. Yeah.

It was the loud thud that came from the room that was impossible to ignore. You shut your laptop, getting up quickly. You knocked on your door four times, following it up with a, “Benny?”

You were sure you heard a sniffle. “Benny? Baby?”

“No,” was all Ben said. He clearly was not ready to see you yet. 

“Baby,” you hesitated, “I… need my laptop charger. It’s on my nightstand.” 

The door opened, and there stood Ben, looking run down as ever. His eyes were bloodshot, nose and cheeks red, and his hands shook at his sides. “Please take it and go,”  he whispered. 

“No.” When Ben looked up at you, he looked miserable. “Ben, please.”

“What?” If you were any farther away from Ben, you’d have missed what he said completely.

“Please, can we talk?” 

Ben’s eyes widened at that, his head shaking lightly, “What about?”

“Just… things? We should talk.”

Ben visibly hesitated. He took a few steps back, as if trying to get away from you. 

“Benny, I’m on your side, baby.” You cooed, holding one hand out to him, “Please?”

After a few minutes of coaxing, Ben was finally laying on the bed, his head in your lap. He had his eyes closed as he let you run your fingers through his hair, and you could tell it was helping to soothe him.

“Benny, something’s wrong, isn’t it?” You sighed when your boyfriend shook his head like a petulant child. “I know something’s wrong Ben, it pains me to see you like this.” 

“You don’t want to know.”

“I really do.”

Finally, Ben’s soft voice spoke up, “My parents.” 

“What about them?” You knew there were unresolved matters amongst themselves, and those sometimes took their toll on Ben’s mental health. “Are they okay?”

“The entire time I was there,” he choked out, “they just fought. I was there to see them, and all they did was fight about things. About how I was the way I was because of the other.”

You could only manage a soft, “What?” as you waited for Ben to continue.

“It’s like,” he let out a loud sob, fisting the material of your shirt tight in his hands. “It’s like they hate the person I am. The person I’ve become.”

“N—”

“It’s like they hate me, Y/N.”

Ben was in pain. You could see it. He was hurting, and it was because of the two people who were supposed to love him the most. His body shook as he cried, his face buried into your side. As you rested your hand on his neck, you could feel the intense heat.

“Benny,” you tried, trying to get him to sit upright.

“No, it’s not fair!” Ben shouted, sitting up straight all of a sudden. “Why does everyone get amazing childhoods with amazing parents and I get people who hate me.” 

“They don’t—”

“I just feel like such a failure around them.”

You didn’t know there were tears in your eyes till there was one rolling down your cheek. You kept quiet, since you didn’t want to trigger Ben further.

“Y/N?” Ben asked slowly. Almost meekly.

“Yeah, baby?” Your voice was soft, an attempt at comforting Ben the best you could.

“Do you even still love me?” 

“What?” Your head had snapped toward Ben incredulously before you could stop yourself. 

“I’m sorry, I just really really need to kn—” Ben couldn’t finish, because before he could, you had pulled his hands to your chest. You pressed a small kiss to the knuckles of each hand. “I’m sorry,” Ben whispered once more, unable to make eye contact with you.

“Ssh, Benny, no,” you cooed, scooting closer till you were able to wrap your arms around him and pull him into your chest, “I love you so much. More than you even know.”

Ben nodded with his face buried in the crook of your neck, his hands coming to grip your sides. “I’m sorry.”

“No, baby, you don’t have to be sorry. We all have our moments. But I’m here for your moments. For all of them. For the good and the bad.”

It sounded like Ben let out a happy sound, still stuck in a sob. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Ben.” You pried his face from your neck, holding it tenderly with both hands. Your thumbs swiped under his eyes, wiping away stray tears. “I love you.” You smiled, connecting your foreheads.

“I love you, Y/N, you’re the best.” Ben smiled back as he pressed a small kiss to your lips.

“I’ll always be here for you, lovely.”

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“You know the U2 song ‘Shadows and Tall Trees?’”

“Hm?” You hummed, drawing circles on the back of his palm, his arm slung over your shoulder as you rested your head on his chest.

“Bono got that name from a chapter of ‘Lord of the Flies.’”

You laughed, looking up at Gwil with a slightly astonished look on your face. “You’re so full of random facts.” You touched his nose with a light tap, causing him to scrunch it up with shut eyes, like an absolutely adorable fool.

“Now you tell me one.” Gwil mused, twirling a strand of your hair in his hand, the other balancing your wine glass on his thigh.

“What?”

“Give me a random fact. Something about science. Surprise me, little miss thing.”

You narrowed your eyes, running your fingers under your chin dramatically. “Did you know,” you began, turning your body so you could look a Gwil properly. “That women’s hearts beat faster than men’s?”

Gwil laughed. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, snaking your hand under his shirt, which was more unbuttoned than not. “That is slower than,” you tapped the left side of his chest, proceeding to bring his hand to the left side of your chest, “That.”

Gwil had a fond look on his face. “Amazing,” he whispered back, his volume matching yours.

You giggled. “Is it amazing?”

“You’re amazing.” His hand left your chest, coming up to stroke your cheek. “You’re so amazing.” He pushed you onto his lap with a firm grip on your waist, pulling a little squeal out of you. “You are amazing, Y/N.” He was staring at you in disbelief.

You put your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself. “You mentioned.” You could feel your cheeks heating up.

“No, you don’t get it.” Gwil held onto your arms with either hand. “You’re just… you never cease to amaze me.”

You leaned forward, trying to make your blush less obvious. You planted your lips on his, wrapping your arms around shoulders as his hands came to your waist. You pulled away after a quick moment. “As are you, Mister Lee.” You brushed your nose against his. “Absolutely amazing.”

Gwil shushed you, “Just let me talk about you,” getting you to giggle again. He pulled you away from him to look at you better. “I love you.”

Your eyes widened right in time with the speeding up of your heartbeat. That was the first time he had said that. But you could gauge from his expression that he meant it. He meant every word.

“I love you,” he reiterated, bringing both of his hands to cup your cheeks gently, “I knew from the day I saw you, Y/N. Watching you interact with that dog was all it took.” He said, talking about the day he first saw you in the dog park. You’d gone just to hang out with the animals, despite having any of your own. “I just…” His eyes had glassed over. He bit on his lower lip as he shut his eyes.

You brought your forehead to touch his, hearing his breathing loud and clear in your ears. When he opened his eyes again, he laughed, almost as if he was embarrassed. “I am in love. With you. And I know it’s a little soon — I mean, it is just our sixth date — and I understand that you don’t feel that way yet, but I ha—”

“Hey,” you cut him off, running your hands through the sides of his hair, “Who says I don’t feel that way yet, huh?” You questioned, tightening your grip on his hair. “I love you.” You whispered back, almost afraid as the words left you. “Like never before. You’re just so good to me. I’ve never been treated the way you treat me. Ever.”

“I feel like you’re lying to me about that, because have you met you?” Gwil joked, “But you said you love me too.”

You nod frantically, Gwil laughing happily. “I do. I love you, Gwilym Lee, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Gwil brushed his hands against your lower lip. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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