#borhap guys

[milo-is-rambling]

This movie has the potential to break me open or do nothing at all. Alas. This is life.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi

could you please do a BoRhap request? Where she looks after the guys during recording since her family owns Rockfield Farm and they love her cooking? But the guys (minus Fred who has Mary) all fancy her too?

❤️

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

Pairings: John + Roger + Brian x Fem!reader Summary: ^^ Warnings: none, I don't think Note: I did my best guys, I'm sorry

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

you opened the door to see a blonde with long hair with sunglasses on

he was wearing dark, slightly flared jeans, a yellow v neck shirt underneath a greeny grey jacket with fur

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

he pushed the blonde out of the way and held out his hand

"hi, I'm paul, this is Roger, From Queen" he introduced

of course you knew Queen was coming to your family's farm, it wasn't like you didn't know who they were and wouldn't let them in, it's just that you felt Rogers gaze planted on you and it made you feel a little nervous

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

"yes, of course, come in, are the rest here too?" you asked, stepping out of the way to let them in

"they're sorting out their luggage" Roger answered, taking off his glasses

"well, I made breakfast..if you're hungry?" you smiled tightly

"depends what you're serving" Roger smirked and looked you up and down

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

he followed you to the kitchen and he took a seat, shovelling food onto the plate in front of him and started eating

a few minutes later Roger had finished his plate and went back for seconds

"ah there you are Freddie" Paul spoke up, noticing the other three band members by the door

"we're also here mate" the tall, long curly haired brunette said, seeming annoyed by Paul's presence

"should I show you boys to your rooms?" you wondered, breaking the silence that filled the room

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

"didn't know the farm came with a pretty lady" the curly Brunette smiled

"oh I'm Y/n. this is my Family's Farm. I live in the building beside this one, I'm just here to show you around"

"are those pancakes for us?" the auburn haired one said

"oh, yes! you can have as many as you want" you pointed to the mountain of pancakes you had made on the counter

"they are delicious" Roger said with a mouthful of food

"well I'm Brian, This is Fred and John and I see you've already met Rog"

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

"well I'll show you your rooms then" you said taking off your apron and leading them upstairs

"it's probably not what you're used to but your manager said it was perfect to get away from distractions so" you shrugged

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

"you're in here. mister Taylor" you looked to the first door

"right" he grunted, walking into the room with his heavy luggage

"and that's yours, Mister Mercury" you pointed to the room in the corner to the left

"thank you darling"

"Mister May, yours is right here" pointing to the right side next to the bathroom

Brian walked into the room and you noticed John still standing on the top of the stairs

"oh, sorry. mister Deacon, you're downstairs" he walks back down the stairs and you lead him down to the room.

"I know it's small but it doesn't get nearly as cold as the other rooms" you informed him

"okay..." he frowns as he steps down

"well I'll let you get settled then, i'll show you and the band around when you're ready" you smiled, starting to go up the stairs

"are there still pancakes?" he asked, putting his luggage down on the bed

"oh yeah, they'd probably still be warm too" you answered

he soon started following you up the stairs to the kitchen to find all the other members of the band eating the pancakes

"Rog really didn't lie, these pancakes are delicious" Brian hummed

"we need more syrup" Roger lifted up the empty bottle of maple syrup

"oh..ok" you walked over to the fridge as John took a seat and started eating the food

"here you go" you grinned, putting the syrup on the table in front of them

-

it's been a few days since they've arrived and much to your surprise, you've seen more of them then you expected

you didn't think you would see much of them, you thought thy would be very busy and you didn't have a problem with that

but Roger, Brian and John all seemed to want you around them

Roger would casually flirt with you

Brian would always start up a conversation or make you help with with a lyric

and John would subtly make eye contact and smile before coming up to you to ask for suggestions

and they would all ask if you could cook them up something when they got hungry and said they liked your cooking, so much so that there would be barely any left for Freddie or you.

Roger was currently helping you make breakfast while Brian and John sat and ate while they discussed songs

"i put my heart and soul into this song" Roger spoke up as they talked about his new song he made

"no one is disputing that" John smiled, lifting up his fork

"and you don't like it because you want your songs on the album" Roger fought

"it's not that Roger" John denied

"then what is it?" the blonde raised his eyebrows as he stopped cutting bread

"I'm in love with my car?" Brian spoke up

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

Brian and John both made a questionable face as silence filled the air

"maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested

"what does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger frowned

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Freddie came in and poured himself some tea

John straightened his back and looked at the singer "discussing Roger's car song"

"is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then i apologise" Brian put his hands up defensively

"how does your new song go, then, hm?" Roger walked over and grabbed Brians lyrics

"you call me sweet.. like I'm some kind of cheese" the drummer read out

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

"it's good" Brian defended, looking at the John who was eating a sausage with a smile and Freddie who was stirring his tea

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

"is that-, is that you know- when my hand's on your grease gun..That's very subtle isn't it?" Brian read Rogers back

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

"it's just a bit weird Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?" John spoke, waving his fork around

"what do you think, Y/n?" Roger turned to you, looking for backup

you put the now cooked bacon on a plate and turned to the boys

"don't turn to me, I'm not getting involved" you shook your head

"children please, we could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie butted in

"statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up" John stated mater-of-a-factly

"why the hell would you say something like that?" Freddie frowned

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen" Freddie informed the drummer before walking out

"you know why you're angry, Roger?" Brian began again

"...why?" Roger breathed out

"'cause you know you're song isn't strong enough" the curly headed man repeated

"boys I really don't think you should be-" you started to say but cut off by Roger throwing bacon at Brian's face

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

"ok" you mumbled, looking at John, who smiled at you amusingly

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

"what about that?!" he asked before going over to find something else

"Hey!" you yelled at Roger, who grabbed a pot of Coffee

he turned and began to swing it at the two boys before he stopped as they put their hands up

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

Roger put the coffee machine down and you sighed looking at the mess

"I'll clean this up" he sighed after a moment of silence

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

-

you sat in the recording room on the couch with John and Roger as Brian got ready to record his guitar

Roger slung his arm around your shoulder as Brian got set up

"so..how about we go get dinner later" he suggested

"pardon?" you wondered

"you, me, i'll take you out to dinner" he repeated

"I highly doubt she'll want to go out with you, Roger, she's too good for you" John sighed

"and what? you're better?" the drummer scoffed, looking over you to the auburn headed bassist

John stared at Roger for a moment

"how's katie? last time we saw her was right before we left to come here" the Deacon wondered

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

you focused on the music but felt John's gaze on you, you slowly turned your head to see him staring at you, smiling

"so, do you have a boyfriend?" Roger asked

"I don't see how that's any of your business" you crossed your arms, looking back at Brian, who's still playing his solo

"what if I want to ask you out?" he shrugged

"how come you're the one that gets to ask her out?" John leans forward to argue with Roger

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

"Roger, do you have to be such a man whore?" John questioned, his accent become more defined and thick

"I think you're just jealous you don't get women chasing after you" Roger huffed, leaning back on the couch, seeming to be not fazed

"ah yes, because all i need is women to make me feel better about myself, all i need and want is women around me to fill a void of unfulfillment" John rolled his eyes

"oh yeah? let's see who she wants more then" Roger raises his eyebrows as he took off his glasses to look at you

John frowned "you can't pressure her into choosing either of us...that's not how relationships work, Roger"

Roger stifled a laugh "who said I wanted a relationship"

"my point exactly"

"all i'm saying" is that she's probably looking for somebody to love and i'm right here" Roger raised his hands in defense

"what makes you think she wants someone?" John glared

"children, children. leave the poor girl alone, she doesn't want either of you" Freddie butted in

you found yourself wondering how it came to this, two members of the band Queen almost practically fighting for your, to be with you

it made sense about Roger, seeing all of those tabloids of him with new girls around his shoulder almost every week

but John? he didn't really seem the type

you tuned out of the argument and soon wondered when Brian came back into the room as you looked up to find him sitting with Freddie

"I think whatever happens, it's up to her, you shouldn't be trying to force something she does not want" John fought

"what are you guys fighting about?"

"who gets to take this beautiful lady out" Roger smirked, nodding towards you

"who says either of you get to?" Brian spoke in a confused manner

"oh don't tell me you want her too?" Roger groaned

"what's so wrong about that?" the guitarist questioned

"I'm gonna go" you sighed, getting up

"are you still going to make us pasta tonight?" John perked up

you chuckled "I think you all need a break from my cooking"

"NO!!"

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[arrogantsoap]

back on tumblr to possibly stir the pot on tumblr queen fandom idk

(these are for context)

I was talking about it on twitter as you can see on the images above and decided to move it here because.

this is a huge rant, it might piss people off.

Idk, this is conspiracy theory but whatever, it's not like my opinion has any relevance. I saw a few comments on the thread of op's post mentioning how fucked up it is of roger and brian to contribute to borhap being the way it is (villainizing freddie for being gay basically). and like. idk. I've checked out of this fandom quite a while ago, so I'm not exactly keeping up with anything. but like it would be interesting to analyze them as a "friend group" again. because behind the scenes there might've been some fucked up homophobia going on, or some shit like that. like it definitely seems like the image they're trying to paint of themselves is only that clean to hide something else.

and now im going off my own tweet, like i see no reason for them to be so quiet/private about certain aspects of their lives (? idk how to explain this). like, you could argue that because they're still alive they still have an image to maintain of sorts. but idk. look at the beatles. everybody knew they were fucked up and now the remaining living ones just say yeah actually we were fucking insane. now queen seems a lil weird. they're a seventies rock band, im guessing everyone who knows anything about seventies rock bands will assume they were all fucking insane, but instead of ever elaborating on it (from what I can recall from more recent interviews I remember seeing/reading) they just don't really mention it??? like it's always about freddie, and how freddie was a tormented genius who fucked up his own life because he was crAazy guys!! idk. they (brian and roger more directly) never really let the people in their lives and their actual thoughts on things. they make sure to always mention freddie (because how could you not, really) but always say exactly the same things, i haven't seen an actual thoughtful retrospective by them. and it just feels like they're hiding shit, y'know? they seem very pr friendly.

and yeah maybe you could argue it's for privacy reasons. but they like talking about their past. just not about themselves and how they played a part in their past. borhap is the proof. they do like using queens image and !!to me!! it seems that it is solely for profit.

one of the great things about biographies and biopics and all that is the reflection about past events, revisiting events with a clearer understanding of context, being able to see clearly the different sides of the same story and all. but the remaining of queen seems to suffer from a chronic lack of self awareness when it comes to their own lives. and again !!!!to me!!!! that might be a sign that they weren't friends (with freddie) perse after all. mccartney can shit on lennon all he wants but he never diminished his importance or paint him in a bad light after his death for the sake of his own image, and that's a telltale sign of love and respect between the two of them.

and back to the homophobia bit, i don't think i explained it all that well. it's interesting how freddie was one of the biggest queer icons and impacted so many lives, but since his legacy was in the hands of the straight people around him it got all warped as soon as they had the opportunity. I could understand a biopic like borhap being made about him by some random director with loads of money to spend and no interest in queen/freddie besides the money their image could bring (think the movie yesterday). but it's completely different that roger and brian wanted the story to be told like that. that just shows that no matter how much they say they loved freddie (and who am i to say they didn't) they didn't bother to respect him.

idk. idk idk idk. this is just a convoluted way to say: queen's version of the story we've got so far seems iffy. i don't really trust it. but maybe im just misinformed. in that case just ignore what i said.

[coco-bean-1218]

Thank you for the tag @hxad-ovxr-hxart !!!

Rules: favorite movie, hobby, animal, character, color, place, season, album, food

1. Move- definitely a three-way tie between the live-action Cinderella, Night at The Museum, and Bohemian Rhapsody

2. Anything Psychology or Neuroscience related

3. Dogs and Meerkats- I had 2 dogs growing up, a beagle and a yellow lab/golden retriever mix. Here are some of my favorite breeds:

4. I have so many I can’t!!! - let’s do a top 5, in no particular order:

Dallas Winston- The Outsiders- Fun fact: I went to high school with a guy in my grade who looked exactly like him, I'm not even joking it was scary. His first name was the name of another character from The Outsiders too!

Charles "Chuck" Grant- Band of Brothers- the love of my life, my beautiful sunshine boy

Ahkmenrah- Night at The Museum- 8th grade me was simping hard, the Rami obsession began after BoRhap

Matthew Crawley- Downton Abbey- 3rd grade me knew what was up, he deserved better, y'all be sleeping on him, don't get me wrong I love Tom Branson, but everyone always forgets Matthew

Prince Kit- Cinderella- 4th grade me was shook, this was my sexual awakening

5. Royal blue

6. Never been, but I’d love to go to Hawaii

7. Summer

8. A tie between Angel Face and Shawn Mendes 2018

9. Any type of dessert

[gothedrals]

I forget that jesus was a real guy and not just the main character of the stations of the cross etc in the same way that post-borhap queen fans read self insert fanfic about gwilym lee as brian may. does anyone understand

[queen-thinky-thoughts]

Thinking about this post (hi @jenaphyr), which I mostly agree with, except that having stepped out of fandom for a hot second, I don't think I can at all agree that Freddie was "straightwashed" in the movie. He was only straightwashed if you look at the movie through the most obsessive online fandom glasses.

BoRhap was a movie about a gay man. In which he realised he was gay. And proceeded to have gay affairs, gayly pining for another gay man. Really, to the average viewer, movie!Freddie did indeed come off as very gay. I don't see how anyone could possibly argue with that. lol

Sure, his relationship with Mary wasn't portrayed precisely as it actually happened, a lot of things weren't, a few people probably went away thinking he might have been bi (oh no, the horror, the crime) but I'm sorry, where was the straightwashing actually? Freddie very much did have a romantic and sexual relationship with Mary at some point. Like so, so so, SO many gay men who try living a straight life (often with moderate success even) before they finally give up. Why do I constantly get the feeling that this fandom is obsessed with downplaying Freddie's relationship with Mary to "he never really loved her at all or was romantic with her ever" when that's just... not the truth. Or the whole "oh but he loved Jim MORE". What the heck? Love is not a measurable thing. He was in a relationship with both of them at different points in his life, both of them mattered to him differently, both of them he loved in the way in which he loved them. It's not a competition and simply acknowledging the relationships with women he had prior to coming out doesn't make him less gay, you guys.

[magickcandie]

Can I request for Roger Taylor (either BoRhap or Queen) where she comes to set for I Want to Break Free and literally falls over laughing at the guys in drag especially Rog

Can't wait- thanks!

I had an automatic idea when I saw this one. I really hope you like it and come back again! Fic

[illfoandillfie]

Hi, I'm just wondering why you aren't writing for Joe,Brian, or deacy anymore? I love all your stories! But I'm just curious:)

mostly i'm just not super attracted to them lmao.

I wasn't horny for deaky the way i was for some of the others and i never really intended to write for deaky. i think i have like 2 blurbs that i did on request and i remember not being happy with either of them because i don't really feel like i know anything about deaky so i find him much harder to write.

brian and joe are a bit different. I wasn't really into either. I've always been a roger/ben girl lmao but they were defs very present within fandom content (more so than deaky, at least in the people i followed). It wasn't impossible to avoid reading bri or joe fics but it could be tricky. Especially if you liked the idea of threesomes or poly relationships which I do, both from a reading and a writing perspective. So a combo of the fandom generally being into them, me being horny about certain dynamics, and me wanting to write things that other people wanted to read meant i was defs more open to writing them even tho they weren't My Guys.

But then as the borhap fandom started to slow down I sort of lost interest in them. Bri said some dumb old man shit online, Joe kept making jokes about him and Ben even tho the joke had stopped being funny and certain parts of the fandom took the joke too far anyway so the threesome/poly stuff became less fun because i didn't want some tween hardzello shipper to share my dumb porn with the actors on insta. Plus I don't write as much as I used to. So when I do write I'd prefer to focus on people i really like writing for.

If the fandom had stayed more active and been less annoying I might have kept writing them but 🤷‍♀️i'm not actively horny about either of them so I'm not thinking of ideas for them.

[bjeanesthings]

Imagine being Ben’s new personal assistant (part3)

Ben joined the boys for lunch while you got some time for yourself. So the boys had free range with the four of them. And they used that time to the full advantage.

“On a different note. Ben, how are you liking the new PA?” Rami asked after a while. 

Ben sighed. “I don’t know man. I thought I’d be different.” He got some questioning looks from the other guys. “Well, Joe said Y/N was great fun, but I don’t know. They don’t seem to like me that much.”

“Well, you kind of flashed them Ben. There isn’t a lot of people who take kindly to that.” Gwil laughed.

“I was wearing a towel.” Ben defended.

“Just barely.”

Joe shook his head. “Look, Ben. Y/N is great fun. But there are just somethings that you cannot do around someone that works for you. Because, let’s be fair, it’s inappropriate.”

Rami nodded. “That’s true. It’d be funny, and they’d laugh, if it was one of us. But when it’s your boss.... There’s just lines that you shouldn’t be crossing Ben.”

That set Ben to thinking. Perhaps the others were right. Perhaps he wasn’t seeing the lines in the sand clear enough. To separate business from pleasure.

[bensboynton]

boyfriend ben hardy hc

hi im working hard on part 4 of good enough so enjoy this headcanon<3

send in blurb and headcanon requests for borhap boys or queen!! :)

this is unorganized and all over the place but i still think it’s cute. let me know what you think!! 

word count: 1.2k (wow i got carried away!)

warnings: EXTREME FLUFF, smut, swearing, unedited(think y’all should just be under the assumption every thing i write is unedited)

so let me get this straight, ben is so whipped for you. 

truly would do anything to make sure you’re 110% happy and living your best life at all times. 

has a tough guy persona(even thought he sucks ass at keeping it up) so he doesn’t show it often, but get a lil alcohol in his system, and bam, all he can do is talk about how every time you talk about that one book you like so much he can see constellations in your eyes. 

pda in public all. the. time. 

he has this thing where just touching you makes him calm down or just settles his nerves. 

hand holding happens a lot. 

tons of casual, lazy hugs. 

always has an arm around your waist, or draped across your shoulders. 

light kisses on your temples. 

and ben is always so attentive to you... if he takes you to an event he’s looking at you every two seconds to make sure you’re doing okay. 

if you show even the slightest sign of discomfort, he’ll whisk you away to a private area so he can make sure you’re good. 

always complimenting you. 

always telling you how pretty you are, how funny you are, how much he loves your laugh, how much he loves being around you, how lucky he is to have you, etc. 

you wake up in the morning? bam, a compliment from ben. you put something in the microwave? bam, another compliment. you vomit in a trash can in an alley after drinking all night? bam, ben compliments you while comfortingly rubbing your back and holding your hair out of your face.

speaking of alcohol and staying out all night, you both do a lot of that. 

at clubs, ben always has a tight grip on your hand, and guards your drinks from the bar with his life when you go up to the bathroom. 

loves to dance, even though he’s lowkey trash. 

lets you lead the way and just kind of follows what you do and awkwardly sways side to side. 

you never have to worry about any unwanted attention from guys because they see ben and don’t even try.

you’ve had plenty of boyfriends that, when drunk, got mean or angry. 

but ben? nah he just gets clingy and really, really cheesy and cute. 

sickeningly cute. 

if you go out with the borhap boys, he’ll come back from dancing with joe and lift you up and put you in his lap, and just hug you really tight. 

“you smell good.”

“thanks, ben.”

“i love you so much. thank you for being my girlfriend.”

“truly my pleasure, bennie boy.”

and on the ride home, he’ll put his head in your lap and just watch you as you look out the window absent-mindedly.

and he’ll tell you how beautiful you look about a hundred thousand times. 

he always is little spoon when he’s drunk, because he just wants to be held because he’s literally just a blonde teddy bear. 

okay but don’t even get me started on ben talking about you. 

he absolutely gushes whenever someone mentions your name. 

if an interviewer brings you up, he sits up straighter and his eyes come alive and his face is forced into the cutest, squishiest smile. 

when he talks about you to joe, gwil, and rami, he talks about how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

you know this because joe has the biggest mouth of anyone you’ve ever met, and because you accidentally eavesdropped once. 

ben had mentioned how he’d been in a serious relationships before and they said they loved each other, but that you gave him a whole new outlook and idea of what love truly was. 

and you about melted in your spot behind the door where the four friends were sitting. 

he talked about you so much to his parents, his mom was threatening to book a flight and come to America if Ben didn’t bring you home soon. 

so he did, and his parents loved you almost as much as ben did.

almost. 

ben also really likes seeing you wear his clothes. 

whether it’s a t-shirt, or a sweatshirt, or even if you wear one of his sweatpants when they don’t even stay up on your waist. 

he’ll come back from filming after dawn, and he’ll walk into the bedroom to see you curled up on the bed in a pair of his sweatpants and sweatshirt. and his heart beats so fast it hurts and he so badly just wants to marry you. 

speaking of filming, ben has to go away a lot for movies, and it’s such a process saying goodbye for the two of you. 

you both need three days notice, tops, so you can spend every waking minute with each other. 

going out to your favorite places to eat, playing board games, watching really bad Hallmark movies, literally fucking in every single room in your place. 

that’s another thing, the sex with ben is so good.

you’ve been together for so long, and you’ve both been very vocal, so you both know your way around each other’s bodies like the backs of your hands. 

he knows how to get you riled up in two minutes flat.

and you know how to make his skin crawl, how to have him begging for you and it’s so hot.

i’m literally positive that ben would just think about the last time you both fucked for a second while on set and get hard, like that’s how good the sex is. 

and you’re both into rough quickies but every once in a while y’all will have a nice candle lit dinner followed by slow, hand holding shit that’s absolutely mind-blowing.

anyways

ben is the first boyfriend you’ve had that’s also your best friend. 

you could come home from work and yell “bitch you would not believe what cassandra did today” and ben would run to meet you at the door like “oh shit what she do?”

you and ben can get drunk and laugh like school girls, but also stay up until 3 am talking about your existence and every single memory you can conjure in your mind from childhood. 

you both know each other so well, it’s scary. 

you literally finish each other’s sentences.

and you know each other’s favorite orders at every single restaurant you’ve ever gone to more than once. 

ben could order your very complicated, yet very eloquent starbucks order in his sleep now. 

and you could order ben’s favorite meal, dessert, and drink from nando’s without any hesitation. 

but, anyways, you’ve been dating ben for a while now, and it’s clear you’re not breaking up anytime soon. 

you look into ben’s crystal eyes and you can literally see your future.

and you fall more and more in love with each other every day. 

you’re both very busy, very high maintenance(sometimes), but you both take pleasure in the smallest things when you’re with each other. 

ben can watch you write in a notebook for hours, watch how your eyebrows furrow in concentration when you drive or read a book.

he never was a man for details or little things, but the second he met you, that all changed.

ben says “i love you” a thousand times a day because he’s scared that you’ll forget.

but you’re always there with a warm smile and a “i love you more.” 

because it’s true. you’ve never loved someone like you’ve loved ben.

and ben has never loved someone like he loves you<3.

[edidreamerbird]

Have been so unhappy lately, so much going on in my life right now, but Joseph Francis Mazzello has managed to become the light in my everyday life. I love him more every single day 💙💕

I know he won't see this, but I have to thank him: So thank you lovely Joe, thank you for showing me how to stay positive, when my dad is sick, how to overcome my insecurities and how to spread love even on your hardest days.

Thank you, thank you, thank you 💕

[lilacerull0]

a day at the opera !! 🧡

OK doing a night at the opera AND a day at the races

A Night At The Opera:

1. THE PROPHET'S SONG (ily Brian May)

2. Bohemian Rhapsody

3. Seaside Rendezvous

4. '39

5. You're My Best Friend

I'm In Love With My Car CAN'T be ranked, it is Superior and also my Best Friend.

A Day At The Races:

1. You and I

2. Somebody To Love

3. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

4. Long Way

5. Teo Torriatte

💫send me an album and i’ll say my top 5 favorite songs from it!💫

[alexstandoll]

OMG! THE FACT THAT GWIL INTERVIEWED BEN!!! ✨✨✨✨

[iam-the-egg-boi]

Hmm John Lennon biopic… how are feeling about this one lads?

[bensboynton]

Perfectly Flawed b.h

hi hello!!! @kellysimagines sent in a really cute prompt and i just finished it, so here it is :)

the borhap cast is involved in a lot of this one

female!reader x ben hardy

word count: 4.8k

warnings: fluffy, angsty, mentions of infidelity (DO NOT CHEAT ON YOUR S/O) unedited

“Hey babe, going out with the boys for a drink tonight after we’re done filming for the day. Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be late. Love you.”

You removed the phone from its place on the side of your face, anxiousness gnawing at the insides of your stomach that sprouted from the harshness of your boyfriend’s voice. And that you had barely seen him at all this week, the third night in a row he was going out.

He left early in the morning for “a workout” or to “auditions” or whatever else he could come up with an excuse, and either didn’t get home until you were long asleep or would come in for five minutes to change and leave again.

You had been living with Ben for almost a year now, and saying you were in love with him would be the understatement of the year. You were completely smitten.

Everyone around you constantly spoke about how you had literal hearts in your eyes every time you looked at him, how you were the perfect couple, blah blah. And you believed it for a long time. But the last week has made the foundations of your relationship begin to crumble in your brain.

Every Tuesday, you and Ben go out to eat somewhere and stop at an ice cream parlor near your shared Townhouse after, but he canceled this week. He claimed he “forgot” and made plans that day even though you’ve been doing it every week since you started dating. That was three years ago.

And then the one day you saw him after work, he was distant. Said he was “too tired” to watch one of his favorite movies of all time with you. At first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. But now your mind was beginning to turn to the worst.

You texted the first person to come to mind, desperate for human contact. You sent a loving paragraph to your best friend, Lucy, asking if she could come over for a much-needed girls night, but she sadly declined. She had plans to go out to eat with Rami.

Must be nice spending time with your boyfriend.

You shook your head and scolded yourself for having so little trust in the loyalty of your boyfriend. But, you couldn’t help to wonder what was going on. He used to go out once a week, at most, and now he’s going out every other day?

You weren’t having it.

Picking up your cell phone again, you scrolled to Joe’s contact in your phone. You chewed your lip, weighing the pros and cons in your head.

You could leave it alone and put your trust in your boyfriend, or call one of your mutual best friends and see if Ben was really out to drink with him. I mean, it’s not like you were accusing Ben of anything just by calling. Plus, you were worried about his safety.

And also if he was fucking another woman. But you tried to push those thoughts from your mind.

You deserved to know, especially after being ditched and denied quality time again and again. He would creep in after midnight, and you’d wake up to him in his sweatpants at the far end of the bed.

You had dropped plenty of hints of how much you wanted to spend time with him, how much you missed being around him and he seemed to ignore it. At the time, you shook it off as you being clingy. But the more you thought about it, the angrier and more abandoned you felt. You deserve an explanation!

So, in a burst of impulse, you clicked on Joe’s contact, your stomach doing backflips as you waited for him to pick up.

“Hello?” you heard a concerned voice on the other line, “Y/N are you okay? You never call me.”

“Hey! Yeah, yeah I’m good I just…” you trailed off, noticing the odd silence of the background, “where are you?”

“Home. Rami and Lucy are over and we’re eating dinner. Why? Do you need me to come over?”

“No! No, it’s okay. I just thought you were with Ben.”

“What? Was I supposed to be with Ben?”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes before you blinked them away. Maybe Ben just hadn’t invited Joe. No big deal.

“No, it’s nothing. Thanks, Joe. I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch,” you were short with him, ending the phone call abruptly. I guess it didn’t make sense for Joe to go out with Ben when you and Joe had planned a little brunch get together.

You repeated the process, listening to the ringing before another familiar, yet British voice popped up on the phone.

“Y/N! How are you love?” Gwilym spoke cheerily into the phone. Still, the same silence in the background.

You felt your heartbeat begin to quicken in your chest again, “Hey, Gwil. Just wanted to check if you were out with Ben?”

“Me? No, I haven’t heard from Ben in a few days actually. Why, what’s going on?” Gwil asked, his cheerful voice slowly quieting as he heard the distress in yours.

“It’s nothing Gwil. Have a good night, I hope I get to see you soon.” You mumbled quickly into the phone, praying that Gwil didn’t catch the large crack in your voice.

But, to your dismay, he tried calling you back a minute later. You let the phone ring, taking a deep breath and wiping the one lone tear off of your cheek. One last phone call to make. One last chance.

Ben’s childhood best friend Sam was supposed to be coming into town soon to visit, and you were banking on the idea that he got an earlier flight. You were crossing your fingers that they were together at some bar dancing and singing really bad karaoke. You were about to get on your knees and pray to any God that that’s what was going on.

You rung him up, using all your energy to hold back tears.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sam! It’s Y/N.”

“Oh Christ, Y/N! How are you love, it’s been a while since I’ve heard from you.”

“I’m doing great actually,” you lied through your teeth, fidgeting with the ends of your hair, “I just needed to call and ask if you were with Ben by chance?”

“Ben? As in Benjamin Jones?”

“Yes, that’s the one.” You added a mechanical laugh for effect.

“Is Ben flying into London to see me? I’m sitting in my flat right now darling.” You could hear the confusion seeping from Sam’s voice.

“Ah. Okay. Thank you, Sam.”

You ended the phone call before placing your phone on the couch, breaking down into a mess of tears. You had just called all the people that Ben would normally consider getting drinks with, and none of them were with him.

Your mind quickly turned back to all the many scenarios you had hoped to God weren’t true. After a long while of crying on the couch in your living room, you changed into a sweatshirt and sleep shorts, making your way back to the bedroom you shared with Ben.

You sat down under the covers with a random episode of Friends playing off of Netflix, not really focusing on it. Your mind was racing at a million miles a minute. Were you not good enough for Ben? You knew you weren’t perfect, but was it stupid for you to believe him when he told you he loved you?

You were so absorbed in your thoughts, you didn’t hear Ben enter the house, only noticing as he crept into the bedroom.

You quickly closed your eyes, calming your breathing pattern. You felt Ben walk around to your side of the bed to make sure you were asleep, before turning to put on something comfier for bed.

You heard his phone start to vibrate on the dresser, and a whispered “shit” as he grabbed the phone and quietly responded to the phone call. There were a few mumbled “yeah’s” and “okays” and “sounds goods” and a long silence before he started speaking again.

“Thank you so much for this, Jessica,” your breathing hitched in your chest as he continued talking into his phone, “I appreciate all of this so much.” There was another pause.

“No! No, it was perfect. I promise. Why would I lie to you?”

Jessica. So it was true. The man who you told all your friends was the love of his life, the man you told you mom you wanted to marry. He was cheating on you with another woman.

Your brain was telling you to “wake up” and talk to him rationally, quietly, and express your emotions in a healthy way but your heart was so shattered you couldn’t move. You sat there for a while, waiting to hear the soft sounds of Ben snoring before getting out of bed. You grabbed your phone and a random pair of gym shoes, practically running out of the house.

Ben, of course, didn’t stir. He was a heavy sleeper, always was. You were almost jealous of the way he was able to sleep at night, not giving you a second thought.

You shakily called an Uber to your townhouse, even though you had a car. Your eyes were blurry with tears, and your arms were shaking, so you couldn’t trust yourself to drive. You sat down on the stairs near your doorstep as you waited for the red Toyota to pick you up.

You tried to calm yourself down as much as possible, but you couldn’t. You were shivering in the oddly brisk LA air and could taste the saltiness of your tears.

Your Uber arrived extremely fast, and you stepped into the backseat. The driver looked to say something but saw how puffy and slicked your face was with tears before turning back around. Thank God he took a hint.

He stayed silent for the entire ride until you were suddenly standing in front of Joe’s home. Rami’s Audi was parked near the curb, and you sighed a shaky breath of relief that you were far away from Ben and that house.

Never thought you would say you were glad to be away from Ben.

“Have a good night. Hope you feel better,” your Uber driver said with a slight wave and sympathetic smile. You returned the favor, walking up the stairs to Joe’s house, knocking three times.

“Joe, are you expecting anyone?” you heard Rami bellow through the house, obviously tipsy on white wine.

“No. Maybe they did a late delivery on my amazon package.”

“Was it your sex toys?”

“Rami!” Joe scolded in disapproval.

“I’ll get it,” Lucy hummed, opening the lock and swinging the door open cheerfully. She had a beautiful, content grin on her sweet face before she went slightly pale at the sight of you on the doorstep.

You were shaking, bawling your eyes out in the ugliest sweatshirt you owned with a pair of mismatching socks and a very thin layer of sweat clinging to your skin from your rattling sobs.

“Oh my fucking god,” she muttered, rushing out the door to wrap you in her arms, “Y/N, baby what’s wrong? What happened?” you just started crying harder at the sound of your best friend’s voice.

“Did I hear ‘Y/N?’ Why is she here-” Joe began before gasping at the sight of you collapsing in Lucy’s arms at the door.

Rami and Joe both ran up behind Lucy and helped lead you to the couch. Your throat and chest were beginning to tighten from the constant crying, and you just wanted to go to sleep and forget about all of this.

Rami and Lucy were on either side of you, comforting you gently instead of pestering you with questions. Joe walked swiftly from the kitchen, a glass of water in hand before sitting in front of you. You could see the pain on his face from seeing you like this.

You had known Joe, Rami, and Lucy from when you went with Ben on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody, as well as the other cast. You had gotten really close with everyone, and you considered them all your family.

“Sorry for interrupting your little get together,” you sniffled, trying to hold back sobs.

“No, don’t say that you weren’t interrupting anything,” Rami comforted you quickly, rubbing your back assuringly. He always had a comforting aura but for some reason, his calming persona didn’t seem to be helping.

“I-I just didn’t know where else to go,” you spoke, your voice cracking as a few more tears escaped your eyes. The same eyes Ben used to look into every time he said he loved you.

“It’s me and Ben.”

Lucy’s grasp on your hand tightened and Joe’s eyes went wide, “What do you mean?” Lucy asked quietly, her voice overly quiet.

“He’s been going out the get drinks almost every day this week, which isn’t a big deal. But he’s just been distant and cold for a while and I…” you trailed off, sobs working their way back up your throat and you started to cry again.

Rami, Lucy, and Joe were so silent you could drop a pin on the floor and it would probably hurt your ears it’d be so loud.

“He told me he was going out for drinks tonight with ‘the boys,’ so I called Joe, Gwil, and Sam to see if he was with him and they all said no.”

Your three best friends just nodded, an idea of what happened started to grow in the pits of their mind.

“And he came home late, so I pretended to be asleep to avoid a conversation with him,” you paused, taking a shaky deep breath in, “and someone called him, so he answered and starting thanking this girl named Jessica and talking about how perfect ‘it’ was and I just- I ran.”

Lucy put a hand to her mouth and Joe’s jaw dropped, their shock somehow adding to the painful silence in the room. Joe stood up slowly and walked to gaze out the window onto the street in front of his house. You were feeling so much, yet so little you felt like you were going to disintegrate.

“That son of a bitch,” Joe sighed from his spot looking out the window. He let out a huff of disbelief, “I thought he would be better than this. Truly.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Rami said to no one in particular, struggling to wipe the shocked look off his face. You looked up to meet Lucy’s eyes who her glazed over in tears.

“I can’t believe he would do something like this…” Lucy trailed off, “especially to Y/N.” Her voice cracked as she pulled you into a tight hug. You slowly looked back up at Joe who was pacing.

“I’m gonna kill him for that. What a piece of shit!” Joe was starting to angrier as time passed, “give me one second,” he mumbled, walking out the door and dialing a number on his phone.

A few minutes later, Joe walks back inside, his face slightly red and out of breath from yelling into the phone and walking back to meet you on the couch.

“He’s asleep but I just left a very unpleasant voicemail for him to wake up to,” Joe mumbled, pulling out his phone again, “I’m calling Gwil and Allen just so they know not to be to nice to him.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Rami said, a wave of newfound anger in his normally soft voice. He typed furiously into his phone, and Lucy followed his lead. You glanced at their phones to see them practically typing novels in your defense at Ben.

“I’m so, so sorry Y/N. You deserve better than that.” Lucy said, pulling you into another hug before the quiet was interrupted by Joe again. He burst into the room, slightly out of breath.

“So, Gwil and Allen are apparently on the way over right now, so just to warn you all,” Joe sighed, plopping down on the chair next to the couch.

You absentmindedly snuggled up to Lucy as Rami covered both of you with a blanket, and Joe turned on your favorite movie on Netflix to try and bring some comfort to you.

They didn’t really know what to say, so they tried to make up for their lack of words with all the comfort they could possibly offer.

You had been so scared that you’d show up and tell them what you heard and they wouldn’t believe you, or maybe not care. After all, they knew Ben better and were really close to him. You knew it was irrational to think these things because they were your best friends, but your entire existence was irrational at this point.

You were starting to fall asleep leaning against Lucy when there was an aggressive knock at the door. Joe leaped up to answer it to reveal Gwilym and Allen standing at the door.

“Where’s Ben? Is he here? I want to kick him in the nuts,” Allen spoke aggressively, his hard expression softening immediately at the sight of you.

You were crying again at the idea and sight of all your best friends gathered in the same spot to support you and be there for you. You walked over and quickly hugged Gwilym and Allen before they took off their jackets and made themselves at home in Joe’s house.

“Just want to be clear, do you need to talk about it? Because if so let’s get that done with before we start Titanic. I want to bask in all of Leo’s glory, uninterrupted.” Joe spoke, trying to lift the heavy mood in the room with a joke. You let out a breathy laugh before meeting the bluish-green eyes of Lucy.

“Let’s talk about it.”

And that you did.

You all sat there and you told them all about Ben’s weird behavior the past few days, the phone call, all of it. They all sat around with you quietly with open ears, drinking in the details of the recent events, silently nodding or expressing their anger when it was appropriate.

“I-I just don’t know what to do. Where to go,” you said, choking on tears in the back of your throat.

“Y/N, you have a home with all of us until you figure out where to go. We’ll go beat up Ben- I mean, we’ll settle this situation calmly tomorrow,” Gwil began, “but for now I think we should all just watch Titanic and simultaneously fall in love with Leonardo DiCaprio.”

You laughed, a smile creeping onto your face for the first time in quite a few hours. “There she is. There’s that famous Y/N smile.” Rami said from next to you, pulling you into a side hug.

Joe turned on the movie, sitting in the chair to the left of the couch alone, while Allen and Rami sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. Gwil and Lucy were on either side of you on the couch, and you’re not quite sure when, but you were eventually lulled to sleep. The comforting voice of Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio kept you company, while you were also surrounded by the group of people you love most in the world.

You were at peace. For now.

--

“Ben, I promise you she doesn’t wanna see you.”

“None of us do, actually.”

“You’re a piece of shit Ben. If I didn’t have any common sense I would-”

“Joe, not now.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Point is Ben, Y/N doesn’t want you here and you’re not exactly a sight for sore eyes for all of us. Just leave before you hurt her anymore.”

You were rudely awoken by some intense whisper yelling happening at the front door, and you kept your best to keep up your act even with your sore neck from sleeping on Joe’s couch all night.

You assumed that everyone had stayed the night at Joe’s, due to their intense defending of your honor and mental state at the front door. But you could also assume that Ben was there.

“Please, just let me talk to her. I didn’t cheat. I promise that’s not what it was. I can explain the whole thing-”

“Oh, yes I’m sure you can Ben. Tell it to ‘Jessica.’” Lucy snarled, slamming the door in his face. it was frightening to hear the normally bubbly and optimistic girl sound so mean. The loud noise of the door almost coming off of its hinges caused you to jump.

You decided to stop with your act, sitting up and cracking your neck to alleviate the stiffness. Lucy turned around and her face softened, suddenly very apologetic. “Oh! Y/N I’m so sorry for waking you up I got carried away and-”

“I want to see him.”

“Ben?” Joe questioned, uncertainty written all over his face. The rest of your friends seemed to be thinking the same thing.

“Just to get closure.” The group nodded, and Lucy opened the door again and called Ben back in. He tripped he ran back up the steps to the porch so fast.

“You say anything that is off, I swear to god I’ll-”

“JOE!” your friends yelled, practically dragging him off into the other room. Lucy gave you a small reassuring smile as she closed the door behind her, leaving you and Ben alone in Joe’s living room.

The silence was crushing. It was awkward and grimy, making you feel like it was encasing you in a layer of goo that made you want to run out of the house and never look back.

“So-” Ben began before you abruptly cut him off.

“I’ll start,” you croaked, your voice already cracking. This scenario sounded better in your head, your voice was a lot stronger and assertive. But this would have to do.

“I don’t know what I did, what made me so boring or why you would want to cheat on me, but you must’ve had a reason. And I’m sorry for ever making you feel trapped or like you couldn’t talk to me or break up with me. Because you deserve better than that.” you paused for a moment. You could tell in Ben’s eyes that he was screaming to say something, but you continued.

“But I also know that I deserve better than to have my loyalty and trust betrayed by you. And cheating on me was a really shitty thing to do-”

“Y/N for the love of God please listen to me. I’m begging you I don’t know what else to do.” Ben pleaded, his voice weak and his eyes searching yours desperately. You closed your mouth and nodded, trying to prepare yourself for the worst.

“I didn't cheat on you,” you scoffed loudly at his statement, “and I know, that sounds fake but just give me a moment to explain.” Ben took a deep breath, looking at his shoes before meeting your eyes.

“I know I’ve been distant, and it’s physically pained me every single day that I’d have to lie to you and tell you I couldn’t hang out and watch movies, or canceling our ice cream date. It was physically hurting my heart. But I was worried I would slip up and tell you the secret-”

“That you were cheating on me.”

“No! Christ, no. Y/N I was going to ask you to fucking marry me.”

To say your heart dropped out of your ass would be an understatement. Suddenly, pieces slowly started to come together in your mind.

“Jessica is the woman at the jeweler's who was in charge of your ring… and when I said I was out I was actually arranging a spot to bring you to, and checking on the ring size. And I was scared I’d accidentally ruin the surprise.” Ben ran his large hands through his hair, meeting your eyes again. You were frozen.

“I love you Y/N. More than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. I would never even glance at another woman because you’re the only one I see.”

Your heart melted in your chest as you felt a tear roll down your chin and settle in the hollows of your collar bone.

“Ben… I-I’m sorry for assuming anything-”

“No. Don’t say sorry. You had every right to be upset that I was ditching you. I could’ve handled that a lot better,” Ben took a few steps closer to you before laughing and looking up at the ceiling, “I was planning on waiting to do this, but what the hell, right?”

Ben pulled a tiny black velvet box out of the pocket of his jeans and knelt down on one knee in front of you, opening it up to reveal a beautiful, silver ring. You gasped and took a step back, clutching your hands to your face as you started to cry harder.

“Y/N,” Ben swallowed thickly, never breaking eye contact, “as cheesy as it sounds, I’ve loved you from the day I met you, and even though you were with someone else, I knew we were bound to be together. It was fate. And you know I don’t believe in fate. But with you… the only way I could’ve gotten so lucky was if some otherworldly force brought us together. I love you. Please, do me the absolute honor of being my wife.”

You couldn’t believe the turn of events. One moment you were crying because your boyfriend was cheating on you (so you thought) and now you were bawling because he was proposing to you.

“Yes. Yes, Ben yes!” you screeched, bouncing back on your heels as Ben wrapped you in his arms and pressed his lips to yours. You felt a strong warmth run through your body at the feeling of his touch, something you had missed so much.

At the sound of you screaming slightly, the rest of the cast burst into the room to see you and Ben almost making out in the middle of the living room.

“Oh my god… he proposed,” Lucy spoke, gasping lightly, her face brightening as all the pieces started to click into place in her mind. You turned around, smiling the hardest you’ve smiled in months, which quickly brought a smile to Joe’s, Rami’s, Allen’s, and Gwil’s faces.

“Thank God Ben didn’t cheat. I was about to go and have him removed as my emergency contact,” Joe joked, earning a laugh from everyone, “what? I wasn’t kidding.”

You turned back to Ben and threw your arms around him, basking in the feeling of his hug and smelling the stale cigarettes on his shirt(a smell only he could pull off).

This past week had been a rollercoaster, to say the least. And you had cried way too many tears, but standing in that brilliantly sunlit room at 8 am felt so impossibly right, so perfect, you could’ve cried again.

You looked up into the crystal orb-like eyes that belonged to your lover, and you couldn’t help but smile. The stress and pits of despair brewing in the bottom of your stomach were gone. You were relieved again.

Standing there in the arms of the man you loved, surrounded by your family, you had never felt so at peace and calm in your entire life. Everything was perfect, even if you didn’t get a glamorous dinner or romantic beach walk for your proposal. It was flawed, and that was honestly very fitting.

Because both you and Ben were very flawed, and that led to a flawed relationship, with flaws in every single thing that you did. For example, when you literally just jumped to conclusions about Ben cheating. And that one time you almost burnt down your house trying to make grilled cheese because you forgot you put it on the stove. But those flaws is what made you two a perfect match, that’s why you were made for each other.

Because suddenly, when you were with Ben, those flaws and imperfections didn’t matter. You looked beyond them, you accepted them, and you learned to love them.

It suddenly hit you, standing there, that all of those perfect relationships never work out because they don’t know how to handle issues or fights or false conclusions. It’s like a blizzard suddenly rolling in on a perfectly sunny day in Florida. It’s a shock to them, they don’t understand it or know how to deal with it. You and Ben, on the other hand, frequently experienced blizzards and tiny drizzles of rain, and sometimes full-on hurricanes. But those storms only managed to make you stronger.

And you had never felt more grateful for every single flaw and imperfection and Ben both possessed at that moment.

You were both perfectly flawed. And you were both perfectly okay with that.

[petergabrielyuri]

yeah im like pretty sure a borhap sequel wont get made cause like how would it work?? the first movie ended with "oh yeah freddie died lmfao" so like?? the only option is focusing on live aid to freddie's death i guess but like. i do not trust them to make it good lmao. the first movie just reeked with disrespect to freddie and the gay community as a whole. i cant really see them treating his illness in a nuanced or respectful way. like i guess the theme of the hypothetical sequel would be "freddie fighting even though hes ill" but there's just bound to be moments where the movies just like "omg freddie was gay now hes dead if only he stayed straight he could have lived 😢" the first one acted like all of his male partners except for one were like imaginary, and made him head over heels in love for mary the whole movie so i expect the same to be done with the sequel. Also phoebe and joe, two extremely important people in freddie's life, just weren't in borhap so like who is supposed to take care of freddie in the sequel when he's dying?? anyway this whole ramble is just to say i dont want a borhap sequel ok bye