#obviously not itbasm

[laminy]

always have to mention the anniversary and the fact that today is FIVE YEARS since posting the first chapter of ITBASM.

time is wild right now because I would’ve sworn it had been a lot longer, like how is 2019 only five years ago, I feel like I’m doing the math wrong.

but obviously thank you to everyone who ever read it, is currently reading it, or even the people who didn’t read it but let me talk about it anyway.

#into the blue and sunny morn’

[sweet-symphony0]

on the topic of fic gift-giving, if someone were to dedicate/inspire a story/fic for you, what fandoms? characters, ships? also what about tropes, themes, and/or prompts?

I still like mazlek, even though I’m not around here as much these days, but it’s really the only fandom I’m actively still reading and participating on some level in- I just went to reread @laminy’s ITBASM yesterday and into this morning (what a treat, and wow I forgot how much of an asshole Gwil was), so I’m always happy to read that!

I’m also a Harry Potter fan, which I feel like a lot of people don’t know? I obviously like Mr. Robot, but that might be harder to write for, depending on if you’re shipping two people.

I like angst with happy endings, family based relationships- parent/child, siblings, best friends who are family, that sort- I like a hurt/comfort scenario, as long as it’s nothing that’s life threatening, or has something of assault in it. I domestic, sweet, saccharine too, those always make me happy 🥰

#fic asks

[laminy]

I’m back! I just binge read three more chapters of ITBASM but I wanted to point out something in chapter 14 again when Rami and Joe end up in front of Rami’s old building. I might be super weirdly sensitive or I think way too much about these things 😅 but reading that part with Rami in front of the building literally got to me. 

I know you said previously “…so I do sometimes feel like I didn't dive into his feelings as much.” 

Even though you think you didn’t, for people like me (the ones who think way too much or can be insightful sometimes), I didn’t even need any inner thoughts from Rami to be able to assume what he was going through in those moments. I could simply imagine the thoughts that might’ve been racing through Rami’s head. Or maybe no thoughts at all. 

“There’s so much he wants to say, that he can’t find it in him to open his mouth and say any of it, so he just stands there in Joe’s arms...”

Okay going to be so honest, I misread that part lol and thought it said, “There’s so much he wants to say, that he can’t find the words to say it.” 

And my train of thought went in a different direction lol. But I was originally going to say that I can absolutely understand Rami feeling that way, having so much to say that’s bottled up but not knowing when to say it or even how to say it.

I still relate to the actual words where Rami can’t find it in himself to open his mouth and say any of it. Especially in his circumstance, Rami’s inner thoughts are possibly messy and everywhere. I can relate to Rami not being able to find it in himself to say anything he’s possibly thinking. 

I can only assume Rami’s emotions are everywhere and sometimes it’s easier to just lean on someone for support during those times. Especially if that someone is most likely to understand that you have something bottled up, but not ready to share/can’t share because you don’t have the energy to do so (that someone for Rami is Joe).

“‘I just wasn’t expecting it,” Rami says. “I…I knew, obviously, I knew where we were, but I wasn’t paying any attention. And it’s just. Here. Like nothing’s changed. How has nothing changed in that long?’”

I am someone who absolutely HATES change and it’s hard to get used to and become adjusted to even the simplest of changes, I shudder thinking about how Rami has to try and adjust to a HUGE change. I can’t imagine being in Rami’s shoes. Just suddenly being stuck in a place that is familiar but also absolutely not familiar is no doubt hard to “recover” from. Just the thought of being forced away from everything you know and love for a year to come back and see all of that gone, everything changed and shifted, it makes me sad for Rami. 

Especially since, like you said, Rami was so close with his brother. Just to suddenly be ripped away from a future where he could’ve and should’ve been reunited with his brother and family. Rami seeing that building where he probably made many memories with Sami would definitely bring complicated thoughts and emotions.

The thought that Rami won’t get the opportunity to ever make new memories with Sami would weigh on Rami’s heart and mind. I’m glad Rami has Joe who is very understanding and patient. 

I’ve said it already but I’ll say it again, it’s the way you write your fics for me. I love fics that make me feel like I’m observing the actual story and characters. Just feels so much more immersive and I think that’s what I really look forward to with reading fics. The feeling of spectating a story and you’ve absolutely got that covered! (sorry if this is choppy, I wrote this on my way to work lol)

gosh you wrote this on the way to work? lol don't apologize, I'm a mess before work lol do my eyes even open before 8AM???

The thought that Rami won’t get the opportunity to ever make new memories with Sami...

Thank you for breaking my heart lol even though I wrote this and I did this to him, when you put it like that you made it sound so sad!

I am definitely feeling "poor Rami how did I do this to him" right now. I hurt him :(

But I am very glad you are enjoying the way I wrote him and the exploration of his feelings and thoughts, it really means a lot.

#thank you!!!

[laminy]

Sorry if you've already answered this question before it I'm really curious. What made you choose Perth as a place to set your fic, like with the IIS? I love the fic and I love how detailed you are but sorry again if you already answered this ages ago.

firstly, I love questions so even if I had answered this a million times, don’t apologize! it was awesome to see that I had an ask this morning ☺️ thank you!

secondly, no, I don’t think anyone has ever asked before! I only wish that I knew where my notebook was from the early days of ITBASM to answer this well, it’s been awhile.

I will say, I had not been to Perth and I still haven’t been to Perth (though I do hope to go over sometime in the next few years) so it wasn’t a personal affinity for it specifically. My main considerations at the start were mostly, “where is secluded enough that the Mercury could be built and take off from without large groups of people noticing?” Obviously, in hypothetical 1930s UK, there would be a LOT of green space. So, the piece I can’t remember exactly is why I chose the Cairngorms specifically over any other chunk of land, though I remember googling national parks in the UK for location ideas. I think I knew I didn’t want it to be Ireland because I wanted the characters to just zip around on trains and not have to fly every time they go to London. But I don’t know why I didn’t pick Wales, or anything other place. My best guess would be that I had just been to Edinburgh so I’m sure that was an influence.

Once I decided on the Cairngorms as the place where the Mercury was going to take off from and where Gwil and Rami did their training, then I really just looked at a map of it and picked a spot in the park that I thought looked best to have a training centre: close to some roads, but also pretty far away, in the south to be nearer to Edinburgh. Then Perth was just the closest city to that spot. Dundee was a little further out, and a little bigger, so I liked the idea of Rami and Gwil and the others living in this smaller city, near the training centre, where every day everyone could be driven in together, but still on a major railway where they could travel home to see family.

The things about Brian May’s mum being from Perth, and a train from Perth crashing in the 1950s, I didn’t find them out until after I’d already started writing.

I didn’t always know that the story would end with them moving back to Perth (I had other places in mind originally) but I knew for awhile before it actually happened in the story. Then I just needed to get them there.

#answering asks #into the blue and sunny morn'

[laminy]

moving on to better news, today is the fourth anniversary of the first time I saw Bohemian Rhapsody. I’ll rewatch it in celebration, like I have each year.

Sometimes it feels like a silly tradition. It’s certainly not my favourite film, I don’t think it’s amazing. The first time I saw it (I was on a birthday trip to the UK which sounds posher than it is lol) I really wasn’t that impressed, except by the Live Aid scene. then I went home, and a couple weeks later I was bored and wanted to go to the cinema, so I thought, why not, and went again. enjoyed it. went again, enjoyed it some more. I remember at that showing, when John says “perhaps you can buy yourself a family,” the people behind me said, “that’s so rude,” which always amused me. it wasn’t rude! John was upset!!

then I lost my job, and was stuck in a city that I literally only moved to for that job. I was depressed as hell, it was just before Christmas. so I went to see it again, and again, to cheer myself up. between the time I lost my job and the time I got a new one, BoRhap became like…people watch The Office over and over again. they need something to watch and laugh at, they turn it on. for me, if I needed something to watch and make me smile, I went to the cinema. even after I got another job, I kept going every few weeks to brighten up. and I live in a big city that plays movie for forever, so from November 2018 to September 2019 (a sing-along version for Freddie’s birthday, which was so fun), I ended up seeing it in cinemas a lot. more than any other movie I’ve ever seen (I think second is Dunkirk, with six). which why saying it’s not my favourite movie is so funny to me. I’m still hoping I get to see it in cinemas again. I had a plan to travel to see it, but you know…the world shut down, that fun stuff.

also when I lost my job, I had plenty of time to write. I started with John/Roger, which I loved and people responded well to. then I wrote a short Ben/Gwil series. and while writing that, I had the idea for ITBASM.

I know I always joke that everything I write ends up 100x longer than I planned (which isn’t really a joke honestly I don’t know how to stop it lol) but I did honestly think, my genuine plan, was 10 chapters. I obviously quickly realized that the types of journeys I wanted the boys to go on wasn’t going to happen in 10 chapters. Sure, it could’ve stopped at 10 chapters if all we wanted was for Gwil to get of his room, and that’s a good story. But I just kept going. and am somehow still writing it??? absolutely insane.

none of ITBASM would have happened without BoRhap, a film I literally never intended to see (I only went because I like going to the cinema on holiday and it was a convenient showtime). without BoRhap, I never would’ve gone to see Queen, or gotten so into their music, which I think is beautiful and so much more than the big songs they’re known for. more importantly, meeting most of my friends on here wouldn’t have happened with BoRhap. all of these amazing people because of one movie. so, cheers to that and cheers to you 🥂

#bohemian rhapsody #me

[laminy]

not to bring the mood down (though obviously that’s gonna happen) but when I most want to die sometimes the only thing stopping me is the thought that, “no, I have to finish ITBASM first.”

that’s probably why I don’t ever want to stop writing it.

#my brain is a terrible person to be stuck with #i’d say i’ll delete this later but let’s be honest i probably will not #personal #tw suicide

[laminy]

Could I request some soft Hardzello please? Something about the weather turning and needing to wear warmer clothes like jumpers and hoodies and they both think each other look so warm and gorgeous and inviting? Thank you, stay safe and hydrated, remember to take breaks when you need to!

“Ben.”

Ben raises his eyes up from his book, looking at Joe.

“I need a favour.”

“I’m not entirely sure that’s what our relationship is built on, but go ahead.”

“Can we go get Starbucks?”

Ben smiles faintly, shaking his head. “No, sorry.”

Joe frowns a bit, pulling back. “What, really?” he asks.

“Really.”

“Well, why not?”

Ben’s smile grows and he leans closer to Joe. “Because Sherborne doesn’t have a Starbucks,” he says. “Ten minute drive to the nearest one.”

“Well, that’s dumb,” Joe says, crossing his arms.

Ben laughs. “We can still go outside,” he says, “there are places to get coffee here. If you’re desperate.” He puts his book down, and stands up, holding his hand out to Joe. “Come on, just a short walk.”

“Walk?” Joe asks, looking out the living room window, almost shivering just on instinct. They’re nice and toasty in the living room of Ben’s childhood home, but it looks a lot colder outside.

“Come on,” Ben says, and he gently tugs Joe’s hand, leading him back to his bedroom. He flicks on the lights and walks to his wardrobe, pulling out a blue jumper; it looks a bit old and worn, but comfortable as hell. Ben reaches out, offering it to Joe, smiling when Joe tugs it on and musses his hair. “Gorgeous,” Ben says, reaching up to fix Joe’s hair for him, giving him a quick kiss. He grabs another jumper for himself, pulling it on, and then he grabs his wallet, smiling at Joe. “Now,” he says, “I’m not sure that my tiny little English village has coffee as good as New York—”

“Better company though,” Joe says, leaning in to give Ben another kiss, and Ben smiles against his mouth, pulling him in for a moment. They stand there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing softly, until Joe’s stomach grumbles a bit and Ben pulls back, laughing.

“God, what are you, starving to death?”

“Whoops,” Joe says, patting his stomach. “Guess I’ll need more than just a coffee.”

“Mum!” Ben calls out as they walk through the house, back towards the front door. “Joe and I are going for a walk.”

“Okay, love you!”

“Love you.” They get their shoes on, and Ben opens the door for Joe, who shivers as soon as they step outside. It’s late afternoon; the sun hasn’t set yet, but might by the time they return. There’s a crunch of leaves beneath their feet as they walk along the street, and Ben smiles over at Joe.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just…” Ben reaches out, smoothing his hand over a couple creases in Joe’s jumper. “Are you warm enough?” he asks.

“I think so, yeah. Thanks.”

“Of course.” Ben keeps smiling, trying to bite down on it. “You just look really nice, is all,” he says, subtlety flying out the window.

“Aww, thanks,” Joe says, laughing. “It is your sweater, though.”

“Looks better on you.”

“Not even close.”

“Agree to disagree.”

Joe grins at Ben. “You’re such a flirt.”

“You are my boyfriend, so…flirty is kind of part of the job descriptive.” Ben runs his fingers down Joe’s arm again. “You can keep it, you know. If you want.”

“I'm not that hard up that I need your old clothes, but thanks.”

“No, I just really like it on you,” Ben says. “It suits you. At least for the rest of your trip.”

Joe looks at Ben, realizing how serious he is, and then smiles, nodding. “Yeah, sure,” he says. “Thank you.” He wraps his arms around himself, rubbing his biceps. “It is cozy.”

“It looks cozy,” Ben says. “You look…” He trails off, glancing down at his feet.

“Flipping fantastic?” Joe asks.

“No,” Ben says, shaking his head. “Never mind.”

“Oh, come on, Benny,” Joe says, playfully bumping his shoulder against Ben’s. “You can tell me, I can keep a secret.” He looks around. “And nobody’s around in your wee English village to eavesdrop, I promise.” He winks. “Come on. It must be really embarrassing.”

“I was just thinking that…you, my jumper, in Sherborne…” Ben makes a quiet noise, and gives Joe a small smile. “You look like home.”

Joe stops walking where he is, and smiles at Ben. “That’s…that’s sweet.”

“It’s true,” Ben says, and they stand there for a few moments, looking at each other, just happy, almost overwhelmed with it, before Ben shifts on his feet. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s go get warm.”

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #hardzello #fluff #obviously not itbasm

[laminy]

🥺👉👈 I was wondering if maybe you’d write something of all the boys in lockdown? Don’t know if you want it to be over Zoom or whatever but maybe some fluff? We’ve just had a second lockdown announced in Britain and yeah :///

(I also wrote one back in March [remember, when we thought this would be over in a couple weeks???] where they’re all on FaceTime together, so here’s the link to that as well: 

https://laminy.tumblr.com/post/613873019518074880/idk-if-its-appropriate-so-sorry-if-its-not-you)

“Did you guys watch the World Series?”

Gwil shakes his head as he takes a sip of his coffee, and Joe looks from Gwil to Ben to Rami.

Joe groans, shaking his head. “You guys all suck. Whatever. It was great.” He rests his chin on his hand, leaning in towards his camera. “So, guys, what happened with Eat Out Help Out?”

Ben rolls his eyes, jaw tightening as he tries not to swear, and Gwil shakes his head again. “Just…don’t,” Gwil says.

“Sorry,” Joe say sheepishly. “Well. Sufficiently depressing. Rami! Cheer us up! What’s going on? Please, good news. Please.”

“Oh!” Ben takes a sip of water and snaps his fingers. “Your interview, I watched that.”

“I’ve watched all of yours too,” Rami says, and Ben smiles. “You’re busy these days.”

“What about your porno?” Joe asks. “When’s that coming out?”

“For the last time, it’s not a— you know what, never mind. I don’t know. Thank you, Rami,” Ben says. “Yes. Lots of…drawing and— and Daryl’s really cool, you guys would like him. Joe met him.”

“I did, he’s great.” 

Gwil sighs, bringing one of his feet up onto his chair, resting his chin on his knee. “Just a quick question.”

Rami points at the screen. “Shoot.”

“Are we ever going to see each other again?”

“Oh, Gwil,” Joe says. “Gwily Gwil Gwil.”

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,” Ben says.

“Of course we will,” Rami says, smiling at his screen. “I promise. It has to get better, right?” There’s a moment where none of them say anything, and Rami gently clears his throat. “Right, guys! It will!”

They’re all silent for a few more moments, and Ben shakes his head, reaching up to play with his hair. “Should we play a board game or something?”

“Yes, brilliant idea,” Gwil says quickly.

“Oh, can we play Quiplash?” Joe asks. “Please? Please?”

“Please someone stop him,” Ben says. “Rami?”

“We can play Quiplash,” Rami says. “Just give me a second.”

“Yes!” Joe pumps his fist in the air, and then as they wait for Rami to set it up, Joe looks back and forth between Ben and Gwil. “You guys are okay, right? Still safe?”

“Yeah,” Ben nods. “It’s really not that bad in Sherborne. You know. Relatively speaking.”

“How’s the dog?” Rami asks from off-screen.

“Chuffed,” Ben says. “I walk her twice a day down here.”

“Lucky bitch,” Joe says, and he winks at Ben, who just grins and rolls his eyes. “Hey, send me a screener of Pixie. It’s not playing here.”

“Send me one too,” Rami says.

“And me,” Gwil says. 

“Good— guys, where do you think I’m just keeping all these?” Ben shakes his head. “I— Rami, if you asked for one, you could probably get it.”

“He’s right,” Gwil says.

“Oscar power,” Rami says, smirking at his computer.

“Just rub it in,” Joe says.

“Don’t worry,” Rami says, “I will. Now come on!”

“Wait,” Gwil says. “Won’t we always tie at this game?”

The others pause, thinking. “Well, not always,” Ben says.

“Oh who cares,” Joe says, “we’re locked down, what else are we doing? I’ll tie.”

“Agreed,” Ben says. “If we don’t do something, I’ll lose my mind.”

“Alright!” Gwil claps his hands together, and Rami turns to start the game. “Let’s go.”

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #friendship fluff #obviously nOT itbasm

[laminy]

I don’t know if you’re still doing requests, but if you do, I’d love to have one as you’re writing it *chefs kiss* undoubtedly the best anywhere around! Could I maybe have some sweet Hardzello cuddles? Or pure and utter fluff and sweetness?

Ben groans softly as he slides under the covers. He turns onto his side, looking over at Joe, who’s sitting up against the headboard, a book in his hands. “What are you reading?” Ben asks, yawning.

Joe smiles and reaches out, grabbing a bookmark, slipping it in between the pages of the book, setting it down. “Nothing now,” he says, shifting on the bed, laying down next to Ben, looking at him.

“You didn’t have to stop,” Ben says, but he snuggles closer to Joe.

“I’ve been waiting for you to get home all night,” Joe says, “I’m not going to just sit here and read.” He reaches out, brushing his fingers through Ben’s hair, and Ben sighs softly, closing his eyes. “How are you?”

“Tired,” Ben murmurs. “Long day. Hard day.”

“Yeah?” Joe asks, and Ben nods, reaching up to tiredly rub at his eyes. “How many stunts was it today?”

“Just one,” Ben says. “Over, and over.”

“Ah,” Joe nods. He rests his arm over Ben’s waist, tugging him in, slipping his fingers up under the hem of Ben’s t-shirt, nuzzling against him. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.

“Oh, yeah,” Ben says, “just…”

Joe smiles. “Tired, right.” He leans in, kissing Ben’s neck. Then he pulls back to look at Ben’s face, how tired and relaxed he looks, and he leans in, kissing Ben’s neck again.

“Mm, not tonight,” Ben says, reaching up to scratch his fingers through Joe’s hair.

“Oh,” Joe says, pulling back. “These aren’t sexy kisses.”

Ben opens his eyes just a crack, looking at Joe. “They’re not?” he asks.

“Oh no,” Joe says, shaking his head. “These are annoying boyfriend kisses.” He leans in, kissing Ben’s neck again, making loud smacking noises, nuzzling against Ben’s neck, trying to tickle him. Ben laughs, it’s almost a giggle, and Joe pulls back, looking at the smile on Ben’s face. “Just trying to brighten you up a bit.”

“Thank you,” Ben says. He yawns loudly, stretching out on the bed, rolling over onto his back. He looks up at Joe, still smiling faintly. “How are you?” he asks. “Shame on me for not asking.”

“Oh, I’m great,” Joe shrugs. “Yeah. I made supper. I did some writing, I FaceTimed my mom.”

“Oh, what did you make?” Ben asks, shifting on the bed, reaching his hand out to slip it up under Joe’s shirt, fingers curling against him.

“Spaghetti,” Joe says.

“Stereotypical,” Ben says, and Joe snorts.

“Delicious and easy,” Joe says. “There’s some left over.”

“Now that’s surprising,” Ben says.

Joe laughs. “Shut up,” he says, and Ben grins. “You know what, go to bed. You’re tired.”

“I am,” Ben says, and he stretches out again, arching his back. “Will you sleep?” he asks, looking over at Joe.

“Do you want me to?” Joe asks.

Ben looks over at Joe. “Will you read to me?” he asks.

“Yeah?” Joe asks. “That won’t keep you up?”

Ben shakes his head. “No, it will be nice,” he says. “Only if you want to.”

“Sure,” Joe says. “Come here.” He sits back up against the headboard and reaches out, grabbing his book again, and then he lifts his arm up for Ben to snuggle against his side, resting his head on his chest. “Comfy?” Joe asks, and Ben nods tiredly, resting his hand on Joe’s stomach. “Okay,” Joe says softly, and he find his spot again on the page. He’s just about to start reading when Ben makes a quiet noise. “Yeah?” he asks, pausing.

“Love you,” Ben murmurs tiredly, and Joe immediately smiles, leaning down to kiss the top of Ben’s head.

“I love you too,” Joe says.

“Thank you,” Ben says. “I’m going to sleep now.”

Joe chuckles. “Okay,” he says softly. “Night, Ben.”

“Night.”

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #hardzello #fluff #obviously not itbasm

[laminy]

Joe and Rami watching Night At The Museum.

Joe quickly pauses the movie, checking to see how much time is left, and then he starts play again, looking at Rami. “Sorry,” he says.

“It’s okay,” Rami says, smiling back, reaching his arm out along the back of the sofa to play with Joe’s hair.

“It’s just,” Joe says, snuggling back against Rami’s fingers, “you don’t show up until so late in the movie.”

“I know,” Rami says.

“They really didn’t know what they had,” Joe says.

“Well, no,” Rami says, “it was my first movie. I don’t blame them.”

“I bet if they knew you were going to be an Oscar-winning lead actor one day,” Joe says, “you would’ve been the star.”

Rami smiles, shrugging. “Maybe,” he says. “But I was pretty happy at the time. I still am.”

Joe brings his feet up onto the sofa, snuggling closer to Rami. “It is a cool movie,” he says. “Though honestly I am kind of surprised they hired an actual Egyptian actor and not like…Zac Efron.”

Rami laughs softly. “That would be something.”

“Mm,” Joe nods, and he turns back to the television, watching as Larry and Nick get chased through the museum, and locked in the Egyptian exhibit. “Oh my god,” Joe says excitedly, “it’s happening. It’s happening!”

On-screen, the mummy sits up, looking at Larry, climbing out of his sarcophagus, growling. Ahkmenrah pulls the bandages off his face, coughing. “You would not believe how stuffy it is in there.”

“Yay, it’s Rami!” Joe cheers, and Rami rolls his eyes, smiling.

“How can you speak English?” Nick asks.

“I went to Cambridge University,” Ahkmenrah replies, looking around.

“Loving this accent,” Joe says. “Got some early Freddie in there, don’t think I don’t hear it.”

“Oh my god, Joe,” Rami murmurs, rubbing his hand over his face.

“I am Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king, ruler of the land of my fathers.”

“God, you’re hot in this movie,” Joe says.

Rami laughs. “I’m wearing literal rags,” he says, gesturing towards the screen.

“I don’t care,” Joe says, “I love it. Can you imagine if you worked in a museum and a mummy that looked like that popped out of his sarcophagus?”

“No,” Rami says, “I can’t. I— I don’t think that happens in real life.”

“God, I wish,” Joe says, groaning a bit as he stretches out on the sofa.

“You wish…what, exactly?” Rami asks.

“That sexy mummies were real,” Joe says. “I’d be at that museum every day.” He looks over at Rami, smiling. “Good thing I got you though, right?”

“Ugh,” Rami says, “I don’t know about that.”

“What do you mean?” Joe asks, sitting up a bit straighter.

“Not if you’re going to be so weird,” Rami says, and Joe grins.

“Well, it’s too late for that,” he says, and Rami rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, trust me, I know.”

Joe keeps smiling, pushing himself up to give Rami a kiss. “I love you too,” he says, and Rami smiles, shaking his head.

“Fine,” he says, “I’ll keep you. But cool it with the mummy talk.”

“But you look so good in that eyeliner.”

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #mazlek #weird joe is weird #fluff #obviously not itbasm

[laminy]

Rami shifts on the bed, wiggling his hips a bit impatiently. He has no fucking clue where his boyfriend’s run off to— Joe used his mouth on him for awhile, then fingered him open, and then just when Rami thought he was finally about to fuck him, Joe got up and hurried away, saying there was something he had to grab. What the hell could be more important, right now, than this? “Joe!” Rami calls out, pushing himself up. He doesn’t want to get up and go looking for him, but he will.

“Coming, coming!” Joe calls back, and Rami sighs, settling back on his elbows, spreading his legs. “Okay, close your eyes.”

“Why?” Rami asks immediately, narrowing his eyes, unsure.

“Because I want to show you something,” Joe says.

“It’s not another person, is it?” Rami asks.

“Yes, it’s my mom,” Joe says, and Rami rolls his eyes while Joe laughs. “No, it’s not another person, it’s just something cool I want you to see. Please?”

“Fine,” Rami sighs, shutting his eyes. “They’re closed.”

“Perfect.”

Rami nods patiently, waiting for Joe to give him the word. He shifts as the mattress dips, and he feels Joe climb onto the bed with him, moving between Rami’s legs. “Are you wearing a mask or something weird?” Rami asks, and Joe’s hand is on his chest, pressing against him, so Rami lays back, and spreads his legs further. “Are you not talking to me?” he asks.

“I’m talking to you,” Joe says, leaning over Rami, kissing him. “Just gimme a sec here. Impatient.” He hitches Rami’s legs up his thighs, and then starts pressing against him, Rami opening around him.

Rami bites down on his lip, whimpering as Joe thrusts slowly inside, and then he lets out a breath, reaching out to Joe, frowning a bit when he feels fabric under his hands. Joe was naked when he left the room, and now he’s wearing a shirt. “Uh, okay,” Rami says. “What are you wearing?”

“Do you wanna see?” Joe asks, brushing his lips over Rami’s neck, and Rami nods. “Okay,” Joe says, and Rami opens his eyes, blinking a couple times, looking at the red t-shirt Joe is wearing. He tilts his head to the side a bit and then realizes that no, it’s not a t-shirt. It’s a baseball jersey. A Diamondbacks baseball jersey. 

“What’s this?” Rami starts to ask, but his question is cut off by a hard thrust of Joe’s hips, and Rami arches his back and gasps, fingers curling into the fabric. “I— oh fuck, Joe.”

“Yeah?” Joe murmurs, curling over him, kissing over Rami’s neck and his chest. “Like it?”

Rami nods, whimpering again. “Uh-huh,” he says, “I— god, yes, right—” Rami gasps sharply, then lets out a whine as Joe pushes himself up, gripping tight to Rami’s hips, thrusting into him at a steady pace, making Rami’s breath catch and his toes curl. Rami’s head presses back against the pillow, and he watches Joe with hooded eyes, wetting his lips at the way Joe looks in his jersey.

“I noticed,” Joe says, and he looks down between them, watching Rami’s cock bounce with his thrusts, but Joe doesn’t move his hand to start stroking him yet.

“N— noticed?” Rami asks, and Joe nods.

“How much you liked watching it with me,” Joe says. “Undrafted.”

“Of course I do,” Rami says, and rocks against the bed in time with Joe’s thrusts. “I love that movie.”

Joe smiles, and leans down, licking at Rami’s mouth, kissing him. “I think you like a little more than just the movie, Rami, be honest.” He nuzzles against him, dropping his mouth down to his ear. “I think you like watching me in my uniform. Don’t you?”

Rami turns his head a bit, catching Joe’s eyes. He smiles faintly, nodding. “I do,” he says softly.

Joe’s smile grows wider, and he kisses Rami again, starting to thrust harder. 

#snippet headcanon #this wasn't an ask per se #but somebody did mention that they wanted to see it so #here you go 😉 #you know who haha #smut #mazlek #obviously not itbasm

[laminy]

Hardzello - Joe comes back from a job with gifts for the other borhap boys. He got Rami and Gwil silly gag gifts but Ben’s is really thoughtful and sweet.

“We don’t need anything,” Gwil takes, taking a swig from his bottle of beer, watching as Joe sits back down at the table, setting a bag down by his feet.

“What kind of friend would I be?” Joe asks. “No gifts? Come on, Gwil. I haven’t seen you guys in months, and—”

“Just hand them over, Giuseppe,” Rami says, and Joe grins.

“Well, maybe I shouldn’t,” Joe says, “if that’s how rude you’re going to be. Ben, what do you think?” he asks, glancing over at him. “Do they deserve their presents?”

Ben smirks a bit, taking a sip of his own drink. “Uh, whatever you think is best,” he says. “But you know Gwil is so spoiled already, he—”

“Oh, come off it,” Gwil says, and Ben laughs. “Joe, gift me.”

“Alright,” Joe says, leaning down to pick the bag up, setting it on his lap. “Just so you guys know, I put a lot of time and effort into choosing these gifts, okay, so—”

“So, they’re shit then,” Rami says, and Gwil snorts into his drink, Ben smiling.

“Coming pretty close to the line of getting no gifts at all, Rami,” Joe says. “What do you think about that?” He reaches into the bag, taking out a small wrapped box, handing it over to Rami. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Rami smiles, unwrapping the gift, looking at the box. “It’s…” He opens the box, and then rolls his eyes.

“What is it?” Ben asks.

Rami sighs, sliding the soap out of the box. “It’s a bar of soap,” he says.

“That…” Joe prompts.

“That looks like a fried egg,” Rami says, holding it up for Ben and Gwil to see.

“Wow,” Gwil says, taking another drink. “I— you know what, Joe,” he says, “whatever you got for me, I’m sure it cost too much, how about you just hold onto it?”

“No way,” Joe says, and he takes out another gift, handing it over to Gwil.

“Why a fried egg?” Ben asks, leaning in towards Joe.

Joe shrugs. “I don’t know,” he says. “It’s cute. Plus, people kept saying it was so hot out, you could fry an egg.”

“Thanks,” Rami says.

Gwil unwraps his gift, and then snorts with laughter. He shakes the tin can, and then reads over the label again.

“What’d he give you?” Rami asks, leaning over.

“Original canned air,” Gwil says. “From Auckland.”

“Wow,” Rami says, looking over at Joe. “That’s a new low, even for you.”

“Don’t open it!” Joe says. “Don’t want it to mix in with all this gross London air.”

Gwil inhales deeply and dramatically, looking at Joe. “Smells alright to me.” Then he playfully coughs. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Joe says. “Ben.”

“Joe.”

Joe reaches into the bag, taking out the final gift. “This one’s for you.”

“Be careful,” Rami says, taking a drink. “It’s probably a can of peanuts with a bunch of snakes inside.”

Joe hands over the small box, and Ben smiles, playfully bumping his shoulder against Joe’s as he unwraps it, taking the top off.

“Wow,” Ben says softly, reaching into the box. “What is it?”

“It’s a pearl,” Joe says, “from a pãua shell.”

“Oh my god,” Rami says under his breath.

“I’m sure it’s just another dumb tourist thing,” Joe says, “but they kept talking about how the shells bring strength to the heart and body, and the colours represent the beauty of life.”

“He gave me a can of air,” Gwil says softly, leaning in towards Rami.

“They said that it’s really rare to find a pearl in a pãua shell,” Joe continues, looking at Ben. “And that it’s supposed to protect you in the next phase of your life.” He smiles. “Plus this one has a bit of green that reminds me of your eyes.”

“Fried egg soap,” Rami says to Gwil, nudging at the box on the table.

“It’s beautiful,” Ben says, smiling at Joe. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Joe says. He shrugs. “I— I don’t know, I was kind of hoping it would be like, your good luck charm.”

Ben’s smile grows, and he leans, giving Joe a quick kiss. “You’re my good luck charm.”

“Oh my god,” Rami says again, shaking his head.

“I love you,” Joe says, and Ben nods. “I’m happy to be back.”

“I’m happy you’re back too,” Ben says, giving him another kiss.

Gwil just loudly clears his throat, taking another drink, and Rami starts to laugh.

“Can I not be romantic for once?” Joe asks loudly. “I’m taking that soap back, Rami!”

“Good!” Rami exclaims, pushing the box towards him, and Gwil starts to laugh as well, while Ben just turns his pearl over in the palm of his hand, smiling at Joe.

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #hardzello #fluff #obviously not itbasm

[laminy]

Joe needs more love 🗣 How about the boys making him feel good 👀

Rami curls against Joe’s side, reaching up to push his fingers through Joe’s hair, gently tugging on it to get Joe to look at him.

“Yes?” Joe asks with a teasing smile, and then he gasps, face screwing up and arching off the bed, and Rami smiles back, leaning in to give him a kiss. Rami runs his fingers down over Joe’s chest through the fine hair there, scratching his nails gently against Joe’s sensitive skin. “Jesus Christ,” Joe grits out, lifting his head up off the pillows to shakily look down at Ben and Gwil.

“They’re being very distracting,” Rami says, and Joe barks out a sharp laugh, nodding before he reaches up, pulling Rami in for another kiss. Rami moans, opening his mouth under Joe’s, letting his tongue in, and he melts against Joe.

Gwil for his part is between Joe’s legs, lubed fingers curling inside him over and over insistently, making Joe gasp with pleasure as his eyes roll back. Gwil’s tongue dips out every so often, licking around his fingers, dipping into the tight muscle, and Joe moans against Rami’s mouth, reaching a hand down to clutch at Ben, fingers digging into his hair.

Ben has Joe’s cock in his mouth, moving up and down slowly, his tongue swirling around and dragging against Joe’s length as he pulls off just to suck on the head. He moans when Joe’s fingers tighten in his hair, and then he pulls off to catch his breath, still working his hand up and down over him. “Doing alright up there?” he asks, voice rough, looking up at Joe.

“God, you have no idea,” Joe groans, shifting his hips up, cock pressing against Ben’s mouth.

“Geez,” Ben says, rolling his eyes with a smile at Gwil, “message received.”

“Sorry,” Joe says, and he twists some more as Ben takes him back in his mouth. “Gwil, I—” He feels himself clenching around Gwil’s fingers, and then Ben moans as Joe’s cock spurts precum into his mouth. Ben swallows, swirling his tongue around, chasing the taste. “God, I— you guys, I—”

“Shh, shh,” Rami says, nuzzling him against him, smoothing his hand over Joe’s chest. “Is it too much?” he asks.

“Depends on how quickly you—” Joe’s breath catches and he lifts his hips, trying to fuck himself harder on Gwil’s digits. “Wa— want me to come.”

Gwil flicks and swirls his tongue, and then pulls back. “Come whenever you want,” he says, licking his lips. “It’s just about making you feel good. Do you feel good?” he asks, curling his fingers for his emphasis, and Joe lets out a loud groan, toes curling, nodding.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” Joe cries out, and Gwil smiles.

“Then good,” Gwil says, rubbing his fingers harder.

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #poly borhap #smut #obviously not itbasm

[laminy]

I’ve been feeling a bit sick lately and all I can think about is how great Gwil would be at taking care of you when you’re sick. And I was also thinking about those few prompts of Rami being sick that you wrote(and I just recently re read the fic where Rami was sick too). So I thought, those two ideas together would be great to read. Can you do a little prompt (not ITBASM universe obviously) of Rami feeling a bit sick(not too much please no angst) and Gwil taking care of him? Thank you!!

(I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling poorly, I do hope that things turn around soon!)

Gwil gently knocks on the door before he pushes it open, just enough to peer inside. It is his room, so one could argue that he could just barge right in, but he wouldn’t do that to Rami. Rami, who was fine when he left New York, but got off the plane in London looking like absolute shit. Gwil tucked him into his bed a couple hours ago, and figured that now was a good time to check in on him again.

Rami’s resting on his back, wearing a grey t-shirt, the blankets pushed down around his waist. His mouth is hanging open, and he looks a bit sweaty, but also…Gwil thinks he looks okay. He hasn’t gotten sick, he looks comfortable enough. Gwil smiles faintly, and steps back, pulling the door closed, but then he winces a bit when it creaks. He pauses for a moment, and then hears:

“Gwil?”

“Shit,” Gwil says softly, and then he opens the door again, looking in. “Hi,” he says, smiling at Rami. Rami struggles a bit to push himself up, and Gwil hurries into the room, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. “No, no, that’s alright,” Gwil says. “No need to get up.”

“I should,” Rami says, and he wavers a bit, like he’s dizzy, and then he rests his head against Gwil’s arm. “Mm,” he groans, “I don’t know…”

“Still feeling poorly?” Gwil asks, reaching up to brush Rami’s curls back from his clammy forehead, and Rami nods. “I’m sorry,” Gwil whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Rami’s head.

“Why are you sorry?” Rami asks, shifting on the mattress and letting himself fall back against his pillows. “I’m the one who’s ruining my visit.”

“No, not at all,” Gwil says, reaching out to take Rami’s hand, smiling as he gives it a gentle squeeze. “You’re still here, aren’t you? It’s still lovely.” He lifts Rami’s hand up to his mouth, giving him a soft kiss. “I just wish you felt better, for your sake.” He reaches out, gently playing with Rami’s hair again. “What can I get you?” he asks.

“No, nothing,” Rami says. “I…” He groans softly, reaching up to rub at his eyes. “I have my water.”

“Yes, but is that enough?” Gwil watches Rami, trying to guess what would make him feel better. A clean shirt, perhaps. Or maybe a shower. But Gwil would probably have to hold him up; Rami seems quite shaky at the moment.

Rami shifts, arching up a bit, trying to stretch himself out on the mattress and get comfortable, before he looks back over at Gwil. “You’re sweet.”

“I’m trying,” Gwil says. “I— please, tell me, what can I get for you? Anything.”

“Hmm. Anything?” Rami looks at Gwil, and Gwil nods quickly. “There is one thing, but…I don’t know.” Gwil raises his eyebrows and holds his breath, waiting for Rami to continue. “Can you just stay with me?” Rami asks. “I…I don’t want you to get sick, but—”

“Done,” Gwil says, and he immediately lifts his feet up onto the bed, settling down next to Rami, curling up on top of the covers. He reaches out, cupping Rami’s cheek. “What else?”

“You’ve done enough,” Rami says.

“I can’t believe that,” Gwil says, “I haven’t done anything at all.”

Rami makes a quiet noise, letting his eyes drift closed, feeling too tired to keep them open any longer. “Were you busy?” he asks softly. “Before you came to check on me? You don’t have to stay if you were.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Gwil says. He shifts on the mattress, knowing that he should stay further away from Rami, he might be contagious, whatever he has, but also, he’s been waiting to see Rami in-person for weeks, he’s been waiting to touch him. “I’ll be right here, okay? Tell me if you need anything.”

Rami smiles faintly at Gwil, even with his eyes still closed. “Just rest for now, right here…comfy bed. Don’t go.”

“I would never,” Gwil says, and he leans in, nuzzling his nose against Rami’s. “I’m right here.”

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #sick rami #grami #malee #obviously not itbasm

[laminy]

How about some hurt/comfort? Also, I love them being in a poly ship. A bad review for BoRhap has left Ben feeling incredibly insecure. The critic was quick to praise Rami's acting, and marvelled at how Gwil and Joe resembled the men they were portraying so well, but complained at how Roger was played by a 'muscular, dumb blonde' who was only good for his looks. So the three try to make him feel better. And lots of cuddles and kisses between them.

After the film premiered, Ben had immediately flown back to continue working on Six Underground, while Joe, Rami, and Gwil continued on the press tour without him. He was disappointed he had to miss the events they went to, he missed them on a personal level, feeling left out of the relationship, but he thinks the hardest part was all the bullshit he had to read all on his own, without them there. He just wanted to sit curled up Gwil’s lap, his arms wrapped around him, Rami and Joe telling him it was all alright.

He flew back home for Christmas, then he flew to Los Angeles for Allen’s wedding and the Golden Globes. Joe picks him up at the airport, and they go back to Joe’s house, meeting Rami and Gwil there.

After they’ve kissed and hugged, and Ben showers and Gwil jumps in with him, they all go out into the kitchen, cooking together. Gwil’s stood at the stove, Joe beside him, while Rami leans against the counter, a beer in his hand.

Ben has a beer too, but he’s not drinking, just picking at the label. “Are you excited to win a Golden Globe?” he asks, looking up at Rami.

“Oh,” Rami says, “I don’t— don’t say that. Don’t—” He shakes his head. “You don't know that.”

“Of course we do!” Joe says cheerily. “This is the official start of your awards sweep, and I for one cannot wait.”

“Stop it,” Rami says, shifting on his feet, but he’s wearing a big smile.

“I still say Gwil should have gotten a Best Supporting nom,” Joe continues, patting Gwil on the ass, and Gwil gives his hips a bit of a shake.

“I agree,” Rami says, and Gwil turns around, giving them a cheeky smile.

Ben just scoffs, and the other three look at him.

“What’s that about?” Joe asks.

“Oh, nothing,” Ben says, shrugging, still picking at his beer bottle.

“That’s something,” Rami says. “What’s going on?”

Ben looks up, biting on his bottom lip. “Nothing,” he says again, but his voice wavers a bit, and he swallows hard.

“Benny?” Joe asks.

“Ben, what’s wrong?” Gwil asks.

Ben opens his mouth to speak, and then he just shakes his head. “I— it’s stupid,” he says softly.

“It’s not,” Rami says, reaching out to touch Ben’s hand. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m not happy for you,” Ben says, voice shaking.

“Nobody thinks that,” Rami says.

“I am,” Ben continues. “I really am. You’re going to win an Oscar, and— Joe, and Gwil, you two look exactly like John and Brian, people love you.”

“People love you too, Benny,” Joe says. “You were great as Roger, I mean, you— you had to learn the drums. Like, from scratch.”

“He’s right,” Gwil says. “We already knew guitar, and we could fake it a bit easier. You had to— you had to know the songs far better than we did.”

“I don’t look like Roger,” Ben says.

“I think you do,” Rami says. “Not an exact replica like Orphan Black over here, but I’ve always thought you looked like you were related.”

“The reviews say I can’t act,” Ben says. “That I only got the role because—” He cuts himself off, clearing his throat, looking away.

They all watch Ben for a moment, before Gwil walks away from the stove, coming over to kneel in front of Ben, resting his hands on Ben’s knees as he looks up at him. “You got the role because you deserve it,” Gwil says. “Because you’re talented. And you’re the best Roger there could have been.” He reaches up, cupping Ben’s face in his hand. “Please don’t say such things, it breaks my heart.”

Joe turns off the stove, moving the pan off the heat, and walks over to the others, looking at Ben. “Benny, I— Gwil’s right, nobody was going to be better at playing Roger than you. And if you weren’t cast, then we never would have met you, and this— us—” Joe just shakes his head. “Don’t say that. And stop reading reviews, first and foremost.”

“He’s definitely right about that,” Rami says. “They don’t know what they’re talking about, if they say you can’t act. That’s bullshit. We didn’t do it for the reviews.”

“Ben,” Gwil says softly, and then he leans up, kissing him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Ben murmurs. “I’m sorry I’m so—”

“Perfect?” Joe says.

Ben snorts. “Stop it.”

“Talented? Handsome? Amazing?” Joe continues. “What else?”

“Special,” Rami says, smiling at Ben. Gwil steps out of the way, and Rami steps over, sitting down on Ben’s lap, wrapping his arms around him, snuggling against him. “Ben, you’re better than any review. Those reviews don’t know you, they didn’t see you working hard, practicing every day.” He nuzzles against Ben’s neck, kissing him there. “Gwil’s right, it breaks my heart.”

“I mean,” Joe starts, “you’re the one who’s so talented you were literally working during our press tour. Oh, sorry, I have to fly back to Italy now, I’m so busy and talented and cool, people just keep offering me jobs, I can’t help it.”

Gwil grins, shaking a bit as he tries not to laugh.

“God, you’re talented,” Joe continues. “I’m not even joking. Screw anyone who doesn’t see it. I just want you to see it.” He looks at Ben. “Do you see it?”

“I don’t know,” Ben says softly.

“We’re here,” Gwil says, and he leans in, kissing Ben’s forehead. “Let’s finish making dinner, and we can talk about it a bit more, alright?”

Ben nods, and Gwil pats him on the arm as he walks back over to the stuff.

“Am I too heavy?” Rami asks.

Ben smiles. “No,” he says. “You weigh nothing, you’re like a bird with hollow bones.”

“Ooh, sexy,” Joe says. “Don’t think Rami’s the only one getting cuddles tonight, Ben. I’m coming for you.” He pats his stomach. “Once I’ve gotten my belly full and I’m too lazy to move.”

Ben has to laugh at that. “Perfect,” he says, and Joe smiles back.

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #poly borhap #fluff #hurt comfort #obviously not itbasm

[laminy]

two words: Hardzello Smut! Keep up your amazing writing, it’s seriously so good

Joe moans against Ben’s mouth, reaching up to wrap his arms around Ben’s waist, holding him close as they kiss, Ben on top of him. Joe’s still wearing his suit, bow tie and all; at least Ben managed to shrug off his jacket at some point as they made their way to the bedroom. “Ben,” Joe says softly, pulling back. “I—”

Ben surges forward, kissing him again, licking at Joe’s lips. “Let me,” Ben says, voice rough, and he pulls back, straddling one of Joe’s thighs, reaching between them to start fumbling with the button on Joe’s trousers.

“Benny,” Joe says, resting back on his elbows. He looks at Ben, white dress shirt, black trousers; his hair, which had been mostly slicked back for the night has fallen forward over his forehead. Ben starts tugging Joe’s trousers down, and moves back with them, but then Joe reaches a hand out. “Wait,” he says.

Ben looks up at him, green eyes bright. “Yeah?” he asks.

Joe looks at Ben, taking him in for a bit longer. There’s a lot he wants to say; their first Oscars, the end of Bohemian Rhapsody, this huge era of their lives… Instead, he smiles and says, “are you sure you don’t want to take your shirt off? Get a bit more comfortable?”

Ben scoffs and rolls his eyes, but smiles, unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off.

"Fucking hell,” Joe groans, looking at him. He shifts his hips, trying not to not so subtly press himself up against Ben.

“Better?” Ben asks, and Joe nods as Ben starts moving down Joe’s body again. He tugs down Joe’s briefs, licking his lips when Joe’s cock is revealed. Ben leans down, taking a deep breath as he opens his mouth, taking Joe inside as he wraps his hand around him.

“Oh god,” Joe groans, head falling back a bit, fingers curling into the bedsheets. “Ah, ah, Ben, I…” Joe gasps a bit, trying to force his eyes to stay open so that he can watch Ben slowly bob his head up and down, cheeks hollowing. “God, yes.” He reaches out, pushing his fingers through Ben’s hair, first at just to get it off his forehead, but then he grips a bit tighter when Ben sucks a bit harder. Joe’s stomach clenches, and his teeth drag over his bottom lip. “Fuck, Ben, I— yes.”

Ben moans around Joe and nods, starting to move a bit faster, and Joe’s toes curl in his socks, gasping. Ben pulls back, sucking on just the head, teasing his tongue around, and then he opens his eyes, looking up at Joe.

Joe looks down at him, and thrusts his hips up once, tentatively, and Ben nods again, and Joe thrusts up again, careful. “It’s okay?” Joe asks softly, and Ben moans and nods, closing his eyes again, taking more of Joe in, breathing deeply through his nose.

“Ben,” Joe moans, and he loosens to grip to push Ben’s hair back again, but then he grips onto him again, holding him still as he thrusts up into his mouth. “God, Ben, yes, I— oh god. M— more, harder?”

Ben licks at Joe, flattening his tongue and taking him in further, and Joe cries out, shifting his hips, grinding back against the bed.

“Ben,” Joe says, “I— if you don’t stop, I’ll—”

“So soon?” Ben asks, pulling off, voice raspy.

Joe blinks a couple times. “Not like, right now, no,” he says. “But is this how you want me to come?” he asks.

Ben wets his lips, thinking for a moment, and then he shrugs. “Sounds good to me,” he says, and he opens his mouth again, taking as much of Joe in as he can.

“F— fuck!” Joe cries out, and his elbows give out as he collapses back to the bed.

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #hardzello #smut #obviously not itbasm