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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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(you know how much i'm so weak with what you write with Gwilym so i have an other request with him) you are his gf, and you work in a bar, you don't know it but he wanted to surprise you and pick you up at your work. when he arrived he didn't know that some guys were saying bad things about you and critiquize you and in front of you. and you left to change because you were finished, and when you went to leave your work they continued, which did not please Gwil at all. 1/2

a little moment later when you are back at home you throw yourself on your bed and you cry and explain after Gwil that you are reliving what you lived younger and you lost all confidence in yourself. 2/2 (The last things is what i live, i live bullying for 9 years, and lost all confidence in me. and you write is a real escape for me ❤)

You’re so sweet, friend. I hope you enjoy this one :)

It was a slow night at the bar. There were only a few patrons, spread out across the chairs, and most of them were alone except for a pair of businessmen sitting together. They were clearly having a meeting since they had ordered food as well as drinks. You walked over to close the tab for a middle aged woman who was a regular.

“Thanks for stopping by, Alice,” you said sweetly as you slid her card back to her. “It’s always good to see you.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she replied. “You make a martini like no one else.”

She waved goodbye and you went over to the businessmen.

“How is everything for you gentlemen?” you asked.

“It’s okay,” one answered. “Only my meal came out lukewarm.”

“And you forgot my side salad,” the other added.

“I’m so sorry,” you told them. “Here, I’ll have the kitchen make you a fresh plate and I’ll grab that salad for you right away. What dressing did you want?”

“Italian,” he replied.

You took the bad plate and stepped off to go the window and tell the cook what you needed. But you stopped in your tracks when you overheard the men talking about you.

“These bar bimbos are so fucking stupid,” the first one said. “They’re just pretty faces.”

“How can you notice her face when her tits are spilling out of that top?” the second one said with a cruel laugh. “If she thinks showing those off is gonna make her tip any better she’s got another thing coming.”

You didn’t wait to hear anymore and you hurried to the kitchen, tears in your eyes. You went past the dish pit and to the line. The cook, Janet, was there and he was prepping for the morning shift.

“Mi amor, what’s wrong?” she asked, noticing your fallen face.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. Can you remake this for me?”

You explained to her what the man said about his food and she agreed to make you a new plate. You went to the cooler in the wait station and grabbed the side salad, pouring some Italian dressing into a ramekin. Just as you were finishing, Janet put the plate in the window, steam floating off of it.

“Here you go, baby,” she said.

“Gracias, mami,” you replied, taking it.

You walked back out. When you did, your sunken heart lifted a little at the sight of Gwilym, your boyfriend. You beamed at him, but you had to deliver the food first.

“Here we go,” you said brightly, placing the food in front of them. “Fresh plate for you and side salad here. Again, so sorry. I took the items off your bill, so just let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thanks,” one said shortly.

You nodded and floated over to Gwil, who had taken a seat not far from the men.

“And what can I get for you, handsome?” you asked, and you heard the men scoff.

He smiled. “I’ll try the new stout you’ve got on tap.”

“Coming right up!” you said. “Although I really don’t know how you drink those.”

You poured his drink and brought it over to him.

“How’s your day been?” you wondered, leaning over the bar.

“Look at her,” you somehow heard one of the men say. “She really has no shame, huh?”

The other muttered something back, but the only word you heard was “gold digger.”

Gwilym’s eyes snapped to yours. He looked concerned, and like he was about to say something to the men, but you subtly shook your head. They were being rude, of course, but that was part of your job. Although, you hadn’t ever been treated this poorly before.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Don’t cause a scene, okay?” you pleaded. “It’s not worth it.”

“I think it’s worth it,” he protested. “But if you don’t want me too, I won’t. As much as it pains me.”

He took your hand and you attempted a smile.

“Excuse me,” the first man said. “You have other customers here.”

You snatched your hand away and faced the man. “I’m sorry. Did you need something?”

“Yes, a fresh beer please,” he said irritably. “And if you don’t mind, we’d rather not watch your foreplay with whatever poor bastard you’re taking home tonight.”

“Hey!” Gwilym cried, getting to his feet. “You can’t talk to her like that!”

“Let it go, man,” the second man said. “You don’t need chivalry for a girl like that.”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Gwilym said. “And I won’t let you speak to her that way.”

“Gwil, please, don’t make a fuss,” you said, trying to take his arm.

It was then that your manager, Lauren, walked out. She was carrying a rack of clean wine glasses to put back on the bar.

“Hey, Y/N,” she said, not sensing the tension around her. “For Otto’s birthday, I was thinking that since he hates the birthday song, we could sing Bohemian Rhapsody instead. You can do the Galileo’s right?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you said.

Suddenly, she realized. “Is everything okay out here?”

“Fine,” you lied.

She didn’t look like she believed you but she let it slide. “Well, I also came out here to tell you that you’re cut. I can take care of the bar for the rest of the night.”

You looked at Gwil. “I’ll just be a minute. I’m gonna go change.”

“Sure,” he said.

You didn’t speak the entire ride home. You kept swallowing to fight the tightness in your throat. As soon as you made it to your apartment, you flew to the bedroom, throwing yourself on the bed and hugging a pillow. Gwilym followed you and when he came in, he saw that you were already in tears.

“Y/N…” he said. He crawled up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t let them get to you. You’re amazing.”

“It’s just…” you began, interrupting yourself with a sniffle. “Shit like that brings me back to high school. People were so mean to me. I was called stupid and bimbo and slut. All because of the way I look. It made me want to hide. For so many years, I covered my body and put up my hair and tried to blend in. And now, when I’ve finally got some confidence again, those two assholes talk about me using my tits to make money! It’s so unfair!”

“I’m sorry, love,” he said gently, kissing your temple. “I’m so, so sorry.”

You turned to face him and he pulled you closer. You sobbed into his chest. He held you that way for what could have been years. You didn’t know. You just let everything out. The hurt, frustration, and anger that had accumulated over the years came spilling out through your tears and stained Gwilym’s shirt. When you had calmed down, and your breathing evened out, he wiped your face with his thumbs.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, and you nodded. “You are a beautiful woman. That’s just a physical law of the universe. But you are so much more than that. You’re kind and smart and funny and one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. You don’t judge anyone, and you’re brave. You’ve worked hard to get where you are, and I admire that. So yes, you are beautiful. Not just your sweet face, my dear. But you.”

“I love you, Gwil,” you said, smiling at last.

“I love you too,” he replied.

You settled back into his arms and then he looked at you again.

“Are you seriously going to sing Bohemian Rhapsody to your coworker for his birthday?”

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