#gwilm lee

[loverofyours]

oh how I love when women.

Happy birthday to this darling <3

[rogersradio]

bohrhap boys as dads

ben: helicopter dad

- p r o t e c t i v e

- the whole house is babyproofed by the time you were 5 months along

- if anything had a corner or a knob on it, it was proofed

- “ben the baby won’t even be crawling until a year from now-“

“better safe then sorry, y/n”

- he even had the security system checked again

- he assembled the whole nursery by himself because he didn’t trust anybody else to do it

- joe came over and “helped” but all he really did was nail in a shelf and spent the rest of the time decorating it

- he spent hours reviewing and deciding on the safest car seat when you went to register at target

- and he spent even more time assembling and securing it into his car + all the mirrors and secret stash of toys in the middle compartment incase of any meltdowns

- he’s definitely a girl dad

- he always dresses her in the morning

- it’s always dresses with stockings or pink, ruffled onesies and bows because she’s his little princess

- hand holding is a MUST

- when it’s time for preschool, ben literally googles and tours every single one you mention to him because his daughter needs the best of the best

- he picks her up on fridays if he isn’t filming

- he always plays her favorite music until she falls asleep in the backseat

- he always drives a littler slower on those days

joe: chaotic dad

- joe is literally a man child

- he cant resist himself when you’re registering for stuff

- “y/n look how cute this is”

“omg look at this shirt it has dinosaurs on it”

“he needs this, y/n, trust me i know-“

- he doesn’t start the nursery until you’re three weeks out

- yet he somehow finds a way to finish it before your due date

- your son is literally a mini joe

- his favorite nursery music quickly became the piano version of bohemian rhapsody because that’s all joe played since he was born

- joe cherished every single moment with his boy

- he got up every time in the night and switched with you as soon as he could so he could rock him to sleep

- he would always tell crazy, exaggerated stories to him when he was older

- you would come home to find them prowling around the house, ducking down behind the couches to avoid being seen by the imaginary dinosaurs that were hunting them down

- he’s the biggest cheerleader at your son’s baseball games

- he always sits behind the dugout and wears the shirt with your son’s name on the back and a dad™️ baseball hat

- “C’MON BLUE”

“that wasn’t even CLOSE to the box!”

“that’s my boy!!”

- he always takes him out for ice cream afterwards even if they lost because he was “so incredibly proud of his son”

gwilm: soft dad

- literally the softest parent

- he wants everything you want

- he paints the nursery navy and has a space theme to it because brian may

- he uses amazon for literally everything

- “you need anything? let me order it really quick”

- he invests in one of those cribs that stand right next to your bed so you don’t have to get out of bed during the night

- buys like 5 monitors so you can watch the baby from anywhere in the house

- he’ll watch the monitor like a hawk

- “he’s breathing right?”

“yes he is”

“ok wanted to make sure”

- v v gentle

- he’ll rock his son in his rocking chair at night and just stare at him because wow that’s his

- reads a lot of books to him

- you’ll come in every night for the first 5 years of his life and they’ll be reading some book about dinosaurs or space or cars

- m a t c h i n g o u t f i t s

- he always finds matching suits that are identical to his so when they go to movie premieres or award ceremonies they can look the same

- cannot scold for the life of him

- your son will throw a tantrum and he’ll come running to you

- “y/n tell him he can’t throw his toys”

“why didn’t you tell him”

“i just can’t- we’ve talked about this”

rami: natural dad

- has no idea what he’s doing at first

- “why are babies so expensive”

- after your daughter is born though he becomes a natural

- he holds her for the first time and realizes he would die for her

- spends 10 minutes getting her into her car seat because he doesn’t want to hurt her

- he looks in the rear view mirror every 10 seconds on the ride back to watch you with her and realizes how lucky he is

- makes the fact that he is a dad KNOWN

- “yeah well my daughter” becomes more frequent then “live aid on day one”

- the ultimate chef dad

- your daughter could ask for anything and he would make it

- micky mouse pancakes? done

- spaghetti with blue noodles? easy

- cereal with sprinkles? don’t tell mom

- he lets her do his makeup when you’re not home

-you’ll come home to hear laughter from your bathroom and walk into your eyeshadow kit open and rami with lipstick not even close to his lips

- he takes her on set all the time

- they even make a little actors chair for her with her name on it because she comes so much (it was a birthday gift)

- when they’re not filming she’ll come on set and play pretend for hours while rami just watches her grow up (which he is not happy about)

[thebossiswrongasrain]

Ben is really out here giving us all the content we need ❤️

“Lovers Tiff @joe_mazzello #bohemianrhapsody”

[homemade-heroine]

This might be controversial but the members of Queen and the Beatles gave the same exact IM DONE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT ASS DUMB ASS QUESTIONS attitude on interviews and i kinda love it

[spaghettinun]

Joe: trust me i have to do this i have to propose

Gwilym: okay yea sure but joe he's fucking c a r d b o a r d

Joe: he's the love of my life you fucking cu-

[cromchychipdip]

I don’t think y’all can understand how excited I am to see Queen and Adam Lambert during the Oscars.

[fabnotdrab]

Guess who just got tickets to see Queen??

Think I win best daughter award. My dad is going to be so excited when he sees that I got both of us tickets to see Queen perform live.

[liberalsnowfake]

uuuuuuhhh tell me this isnt the same person??????

[deakysbassriffs]

eargasm recipe

go to spotify.

search ”in the lap of the gods - live at the rainbow, london / november 1974”

fast forward to 1:51

enjoy

[aqueencollective]

I kind of want to write an imagine, but whatever 💕💕 enjoy these pics

[loverofyours]

I could never forget wishing this chunck of a man a happy birthday. hope life treats you well Ben <3

[thebossiswrongasrain]

WE WERE BLESSED TONIGHT ❤️❤️❤️

[floralfloyd]

Since I’ve Been Lovin’ You - Gwilym Lee

Hi! I’m finally getting round to posting my creation for @bluesfortheredj​ as part of the @queenandborhapevents​ writing event. I hope you love it as much as I love all your works. It was such an honour to be writing for someone I consider such an inspiration on here.

The tall welsh man sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, the frustration getting to him.  

An awkward silence fell over the two, the pale blue lounge clock ticking over the seconds that passed by. His girlfriend of three years, Khloe paced up and down, his words seeming foreign as she tried to process what he had said.  

“Please stop pacing...it’s not going to make anything any better or worse” he finally spoke up after a couple of minutes of silence.  

Exhaling a breath, the blonde turned to him, her eyes red from the tears she had cried before, now replaced with hurt and almost angry look. “Me stop? Me? You’re the one who has been acting weird for the past month and as soon as I ask you what’s wrong, you blow up in my face! Let me guess, you’re cheating, aren’t you?”

Gwil quickly stood from his seated position on the couch, his long legs carrying him to stand in front of the hysterical woman. “Cheat? Do you think so lowly of me that you think I��d cheat on you? I’ve already told you that work has been very stressful lately”

“I don’t think that lowly of you but the signs are all there. What else do you expect me to think, Gwilym!? You use work as an excuse all the time that now it just doesn’t cut it!”

“You knew exactly what you were getting into when we started dating, Khloe! I try my hardest to spend as much time as I can with you but all you do is make plans for other things and avoid me” he ran a hand through his hair again “I don’t know what’s going on and what the problem is but lately I feel like all we’ve done is get further apart. We fight over the stupidest of things and you no longer show any emotion when I say ‘I love you’. It’s no longer a relationship, more like we’re roommates”

“So, what are you saying?” she looked at him, tears beginning to collect in the corner of her eyes.  

Gwilym took a deep breath as he worked through what he was about to say in his head before deciding it was for the best. “What I am saying is that I think we should go our separate ways before one of us hurts the other more. The past couple of years have been amazing but with time it has begun to fade and I don’t think I love you like I did when we first met.”

Khloe hung her head in defeat, she always knew this day was coming but could never come to terms with admitting it. “I understand...it was nice while it lasted. I’ll have your belongings packed and sent to your apartment.”

He nodded gently as he grabbed his jacket and phone “thank you and please, if you ever need anything, don’t forget I’m here for you.” with that said he carried his slender frame out the door.

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It was that argument that had made Gwilym go to the only place he knew he would be welcomed with open arms, especially at nine fifty-seven at night.  

His knuckles, pale from the cold of winter, thudded against the solid oak door as he pulled his coat tighter around his athletic frame.  

Y/N had just sat down with a hot cup of tea on the couch, getting ready to watch Y/F/S. The thuds on the door taking her by surprise.  

Placing her cup down on the table beside her, she moved to the hallway to open the door.  

“Gwil! What are you doing here? Have you been crying? Here come in” she stepped to the side, ushering him inside “Let me get your coat, can I get you a coffee or a tea?”

“A tea would be nice thank you” he sniffled as he shrugged the heavy jacket off his shoulders so she could hang it up before moving to sit on the couch in the lounge.  

Y/N returned with a steaming hot cup of tea and a plate of freshly cooked Welsh cakes, Gwil’s favorites, and one of the many things he loved about her, the way you went out of your way to learn how to bake his favorite sweet treats.  

He quietly thanked her as he cupped the steaming brew between his cold hands, the tip of his nose rosy from the changes in temperature. He had never been a conflicted man but that day Charity had introduced you both on set and all the times you spent time together, even with the company of other friends, Gwilym Lee found himself falling more and more for Y/N.  

“What’s happened that you’re here all teary-eyed and cold?” she asked as she moved to sit beside him, her pale blue mug in hand. A mug that had come to be more of an accessory as it was always in the makeup trailer and never close to empty.  

“I-me and Khloe broke it off” he sniffled as tears began to form, he didn’t even understand why he was getting emotional over the situation as he was the one who was in love with someone else. “I just feel like we’ve grown so far apart that it’s no longer salvageable”  

She gave him a sympathetic smile as she rubbed his back once the mug had been placed down. Months before Y/N had been in the same position but she didn’t want to admit that she had felt for the man before her at the time, especially as he was in a very happy relationship or so it had seemed. “I’m so sorry, Gwil. These things happen and I know it's hard to let go but you’ll eventually find that special someone and this will all be a small memory that will mean nothing”  

The Welshman leaned into her comforting touch as he listened to what she was saying. He desperately wanted to admit why he decided to completely break things off with his girlfriend but didn’t want to face rejection. “Thank you, I knew that I could count on you not to turn me away and to make the best Welsh cakes a man has ever tasted, you’re the best Y/N/N!”

Y/N pulled him in for a hug “in the words of John Deacon, you’re my best friend” she grinned softly as his face lit up at her words.  

After the two pulled away from their embrace, Y/N settled into the couch to watch Y/F/S, a comfortable silence falling over the two.  

Gwilym occasionally glanced over at his friend admiring the way her Y/H/C hair contrasted against her Y/E/C. His breath taken away, it was getting harder and harder for him not to admit his feelings. Clearing his throat, he turned to his best friend.  

“Y/N, I haven’t been fully honest with you on why me and Khloe broke up and you deserve to know the truth” he spoke softly although he messed with a loose thread that dangled from his sweater.  

The girl turned to look at him with concern and worry, her eyebrow raised. “What do you mean you weren’t fully honest? You know you can tell me anything right, I’ll never judge you.”  

Gwil took a deep breath as he took a hold of her delicate hand “Yes me and Khloe broke up because we were drifting further and further apart but it would’ve been fixable but...” he glanced over at her  

“but?” she squeezed his hand to let him know he could continue  

“I...I was in love with another girl and I didn’t want to lead Khloe on and hurt her more than I already have” his gaze then moved to the floor. “and that girl is you...”  

“Me? You love me?” she was surprised but her heart began to thump as she lifted his chin so his ocean blues eyes met her Y/E/C “Why have you never mentioned this before? Gwil, I’m crazy for you and I didn’t want to ruin things between you and your girlfriend.”  

A sigh of relief left his lips at her words, his eyes flicked between her eyes and her beautiful plump lips. Taking his chance, the brunette male swooped in, smashing his lips against the young girls.  

Y/N let her eyes flutter shut as her hand moved from his chin to caress his stubble covered cheeks, she couldn’t believe what was happening, her best friend and the ultimate crush was kissing her.  

It would be cliché to say that Gwilym could feel the sparks radiate between the two as soon as their lips met. He knew from that moment it was the right choice and that she was the one.  

Pulling away he placed his forehead against hers “I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too, Gwilym”

[cromchychipdip]

Well, I missed the first few seconds of the set, but it was still incredible.

I won't spoil anything for y'all, but no one who worked on BoRhap has been nominated yet.

I'm headed to bed.

[rogertaylormademedoit]

1975 Roger Taylor: daddy

2019 Roger Taylor: DADDY

[hearts-hunger]

His Drunk British Boys

Summary: Joe takes care of his very drunk boyfriends after a night out. Inspired by this ask.

Pairings: Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello x Gwilym Lee || this is poly, so if you’re not into that, this isn’t the fic for you!

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None!

A/N: Since there’s a tragic shortage of Ben x Joe x Gwil fics, I thought I’d humbly offer up some fluff for those looking for fics with this relationship. Let me know what you think, and I hope you like it! ��

All in all, Joe wasn’t really that upset that his boyfriends were absolutely, completely, slam-dunk drunk. Sure, it was kind of cumbersome trying to get them both back home - their Uber driver had been kind enough to help steady the swaying tree that was Gwilym while Joe threw Ben’s arm over his shoulder and practically dragged him inside - but once they were in, Joe couldn’t help but smile at them. It was kind of cute to see the usually composed Gwilym and effortlessly cool Ben be so out of it. Usually it was Joe sprawled out on the couch, mumbling something incoherent; Gwil and Ben teased him endlessly about how much of a lightweight he was. But Joe had taken it easy on the cosmos tonight, too engrossed in talking with Rami about the upcoming season of Mr. Robot to drink that much.

Ben and Gwilym had had no such distractions in their way, taking to the dance floor with drinks in hand, white wine for Ben and a whiskey sour for Gwilym. Joe had kept an eye on them, enjoying a bit of ribbing from Rami about what horrible dancers his boyfriends were. He’d had to admit that Rami was right, but the way they held each other and waltzed around the dance floor together with complete disregard to the beat of the music was enough to make Joe’s heart melt. His drunk British boys were pretty adorable. Ben was dwarfed by Gwil’s tall frame and more than once stood on tiptoe to kiss him, leaning against Gwilym’s shoulder and letting the taller man lead the dance.

Gwil still seemed to be in a dancing kind of mood even now that they were back at the apartment, stumbling around the living room, humming something that sounded to Joe like “Somebody to Love”. Leaving Ben on the couch for the moment, Joe went over to Gwil.

“You ok, babe?” Joe asked.

Gwil took a deep breath. “Kind of dizzy.”

Joe chuckled. “I bet. You had a lot to drink.” He put his hand to Gwil’s scruffy cheek. “Do you want to come lay down?”

Gwilym turned his head and kissed Joe’s palm. “I was singing your song. Did you like it?”

Joe smiled. “I loved it, sweetheart. Just like I love you.”

Gwil gave him a kiss, unexpected and kind of sloppy but sweet nonetheless. Joe gently grabbed Gwil’s arm to steady him as he kissed him back.

“Caru chi gymaint,” Gwil said against his lips. Joe gave a soft laugh. It was Welsh, he was pretty sure, but it was hard to tell with how slurred Gwil’s English was.

“What’s that mean?” he asked.

“Love you,” Gwil said dreamily. “So much.”

Joe looked up at his lanky Welsh boyfriend with such adoration he almost couldn’t stand it. “Me too, baby. Come on, let’s get you to bed, hm?”

Gwilym nodded. “What about Benny? Is he coming?”

“In a minute,” Joe promised, taking Gwilym’s hand. “Gotta get you one at a time, honey.”

Gwil let Joe lead him to their bedroom, not protesting as Joe helped him out of his suit.

“‘Kay, Gwil,” Joe said when his boyfriend was undressed down to his undershirt and boxers. “Bedtime.”

“You too,” Gwil said, his lovely blue eyes heavy with exhaustion. “You’re coming too? And Ben?”

“Mmhm,” Joe said, giving him a light kiss as he gently pushed Gwil to sit on the bed. “I’m going to get Ben right now, and we’ll all go to bed together. Lay down.”

Gwilym did as he was told, getting under the covers and laying on his side like he would if Joe or Ben were in bed next to him. Ben was usually in the middle; he was the cuddliest out of all of them, and he liked to be between Joe and Gwilym when they slept. Joe noticed Gwil looked a little puzzled as to how to lay without someone next to him; between the three of them, they rarely slept alone, even if one of them was away for filming or some other work-related thing.

Joe smiled. “Hold tight,” he said. “Ben and I won’t be long.”

Gwilym nodded, content to trust Joe with their boyfriend’s well-being. Joe brushed a hand over Gwil’s cheek before heading back out to the living room, squaring his shoulders as he thought of how best to deal with the 5’10’’ beefcake that was his other drunk British boyfriend crashed out on the couch.

“Ben, baby,” he said gently, going over to him. Ben stirred at the sound of his voice.

“Joey,” he said, making grabby hands towards him like a little kid. “Come lay with me.”

Joe chuckled. “Sure thing, babe, but let’s go lay in our bed so we can lay with Gwil too.”

Ben groaned. “Don’t wanna get up.”

“I know,” Joe said. “But you’ll feel better when you’re not in your suit and you’re in bed, I promise.”

“Can you help me up?” Ben asked, his voice slurred. “Can’t really... room’s kind of spinning.”

Joe smiled even as he shook his head in affectionate exasperation. “Come here, you.” He helped Ben up into a sitting position, giving him a moment to adjust before pulling him to his feet.

“Woah,” Joe said, catching Ben against him as he swayed precariously. “Easy, tiger.”

Ben giggled. “Tiger. I like that.” He made a clawing gesture towards Joe, who laughed outright.

“Yeah, you’re pure sex right now, aren’t you?” he teased. “Drunk and barely upright.”

“You still love me, though,” Ben said. “Even drunk off my ass.”

Joe gave Ben a kiss. “Yes, honey, I still love you.”

“And Gwil too.”

Joe smiled. “And Gwil too. Speaking of Gwil, he misses you and wants you to come to bed.”

“Okay,” Ben agreed, though Joe had the feeling he would have agreed to anything involving a promise of Gwil waiting for him. “Let’s go to bed, Joey.”

“Good idea,” Joe said. He kept an arm around Ben’s waist and undressed him too, leaving both of his boyfriends’ expensive and fancy suits in a pile on the floor. Ben got in bed without any fuss, curling right next to Gwilym who woke enough to give a contented sigh of “oh, Benny” and put his arm over Ben’s waist. Joe added his suit to the pile and got in bed on Ben’s other side, smiling to himself as Ben reached for his hand.

He pressed a kiss to Ben’s neck. “Night, baby.”

“‘Night, love,” Ben mumbled. Joe loved it when Ben and Gwil called him that.

“Joe?” came Gwilym’s sleepy voice.

Joe released Ben’s hand for a moment, tracing his fingers over Gwil’s arm to reassure him. “Right here, sweetheart.”

He felt both Gwil and Ben relax, both of them falling asleep almost immediately now that they were safely in bed, all together as they should be. They’d both be a pain tomorrow with killer hangovers, but Joe was more than happy to put up with some whining and take care of them in return for all the times they’d taken care of him. Right now, though, he was falling asleep, tired out from the party and wrangling his boys into bed, lulled by the sound of their soft breathing and the comfort that always came from being with the two loves of his life. Their hands met on Ben’s hip, three sets of fingers entwined. Just like they should be.