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queenmylovely · 4 years

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Good Company

Summary: Gwilym lee x fem!reader. Your family’s annual ski trip with the Lees is the first time in a while you’re seeing your childhood best friend Gwilym.

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: cussing, fluff, smut light (18+!! marked with ***)

A/N: This is my entry for @laedymoon 1k follower celebration! This is only my second Gwil fic and it was actually really nice to write. I got some definite inspo from @sweet-ladyy MOTH ch. 5, this is a bit of a switcheroo on that, but if you know you know ;) Thank you to @coffeewritingwine for beta-reading! Any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

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(gif by @mazzelloplots; ugh he’s so hot)

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Every March, for so long that it had become tradition, your family and one other would go on a ski trip. This trip started before the two pairs of parents were even married, and continued until now, when their kids were all grown up and had kids of their own.

This year, by some miracle, all kids, spouses, and now grandchildren were able to come. So it was you; your brother, Nick; your sister, Kate, her wife, Jen, their daughter Ella; and your parents Julia and James. On the other side was the Lees: the parents, Tom and Ceinwen; their son Geraint, his wife Mary, kids Siân and Aled; another son Owen; their daughter Rhiannon, her husband Elwyn, their son Tomos; and finally, their third son who was your age and your childhood best friend, Gwilym.

There was no way the 18 of you would fit into one house, so you were divided into two that were next door to each other. The people with small children were in one house (affectionately dubbed the “chaos house” by you) and the rest of you were in the other. The houses were identical, two four-bedroom cabins with just enough room to house you all but not enough so that anyone could avoid each other. It was all by design because good old T, C, and double J wanted to make the most out of having all their kids and grandkids together at once.

Each couple had their own room, the kids were in one, Nick and Owen were sharing one (as they were also best friends), and you and Gwilym were sharing the other.

Which was fine. The two of you had had countless sleepovers since you were little, going all the way through until the summer before university, so you were totally comfortable in each other’s presence.

Now that you were grown up, you were still close. Since you were both living in London, you did try to see each other at least once a month, but it was difficult with how busy Gwilym was with shooting and such. So when the trip came around, and you hadn’t actually seen each other in over three months since the annual Christmas Eve eve party that your parents had, you were super excited for a week with him and both families.

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Your flight had been delayed so you knew you were the last one arriving. The cabins you had rented were at the ski resort, and you took the ski shuttle to them, your luggage in tow. Luckily, you would be renting the actual skis. Getting off at the main building you had a bit of a trek to the cabins. By the time you reached them, you were out of breath, your hat was about to fall off your head, and you were sure that sweat had plastered your fly-aways to your forehead, but you were too excited to see everyone to care.

Knocking three times, you only had to wait a second before the door was flying open. Owen was standing there, beaming at you, and although he had seen you only two weeks before at Nick’s birthday drinks, he pulled you into a big hug and squeezed you too hard with a laugh. You got much gentler hugs from the others, except Nick who just pulled your hat down over your eyes before giving you a quick side hug. Then the kids seemed to realize you were there and a ten and eight year old, Siân and Ella, respectively, came running over, yelling your name. You hugged them both and kissed the tops of their heads.

Then the two two-year-olds, Tomos and Aled, toddled over, curious as to what was causing the commotion. When they recognized you (both were very smart two-year-olds), they garbled out your name. With a grunt, you managed to pick both of them up at the same time, giving them big kisses on the cheek that they laughed at and then returned, no doubt getting whatever they had last been eating on your face.

The only person who hadn’t greeted you yet was Gwilym. Your mom saw you looking around for him and said, “Gwilym’s just down the hall in your room getting the bed ready.”

“Okay. Better go say hi and put this in there,” you replied, grabbing the handle of your suitcase.

The two of you were in the only downstairs bedroom, so you walked down the hallway past the kitchen and a bathroom, finding the door slightly ajar all the way at the end.

You knocked lightly before pushing it all the way open, “Knock-knock, is the movie-star decent?”

Gwilym was just finishing making the bed, placing the little throw pillows perfectly when he looked up and saw you. He grinned and walked around the side of the bed, rolling his eyes before pulling you into a tight hug.

“Sorry, no movie stars here, love. Just me, hope that’ll do,” he said into your hair and you let out a little contented sigh. No one gave hugs quite like Gwil.

“As if,” you said, pushing on his upper arms to look at him. Your hands stayed there and his stayed on your waist. “You cannot play a member of Queen in a big Hollywood movie and then refuse to be called a moviestar. We’ve been over this.”

“We’ve also been over that I’m the same exact person I’ve always been,” Gwil said, a little sternly.

“Well I know that,” you said, hitting his arm lightly and then letting go. He did the same. “No amount of fame could knock the dork out of you. Or let me forget what a nerdy little kid you were and still are.”

Gwil laughed at that, relieved that you still saw him the same. In the year and a couple months since Bohemian Rhapsody had come out, you had only seen each other a handful of times, and for no longer than three hours. He had been a bit worried that you could have come to think of him differently and just hid it well around others. But your teasing definitely assuaged that worry.

“So I made up the bed for us. There’s an electric blanket under the comforter so we don’t get cold. I don’t think this cabin has the greatest insulation,” he pointed out, looking at the walls distrustingly.

“Thank you for that, you know how much I hate making beds,” you told him and he smiled. “Another thing I would appreciate is if you let me sleep on that side of the bed.”

You pointed to the one furthest from you, and Gwil looked at it then you.

“Is this your thing about not sleeping the closest to the door?” he asked, squinting at you.

“I know, it’s irrational or whatever, but I’d just feel safer if I didn’t sleep closest to it,” you replied. You had just a bit of a fear that murderers or something would break in and attack everyone during the night.

“I guess I can. But I don’t know how good of protection I’d be. I’m no self-defense expert,” Gwil admitted, smiling.

“Even if you aren’t they’d kill you before me, so maybe I’d be able to run away,” you said matter-of-factly.

Gwil’s face turned into one of shock and he exclaimed, “So I’m just a killing buffer to you? You’d run away while I was being brutally murdered? Good to know I’m disposable.”

He crossed his arms and frowned harshly, but you knew he was just pretending to try to make you feel guilty. Nevertheless, you hugged him around his crossed arms, resting your chin on his chest and looking up at him.

“Aw, Gwilly, you know that’s not true. You’re much more than that. You’re my smart, handsome, funny, dorky, best, best friend in the whole wide world,” you laid it on thick, trying to flatter him into not being “upset,” though nothing you said was a lie. When he didn’t budge, you started tickling his sides until he broke and started laughing, uncrossing his arms and grabbing yours to stop you.

He wrapped his arms around you again, resting his chin on your head that you had turned to the side and laid against his chest. “Okay, I’ll sleep closest to the door. You’ll be safe. As long as the murderers don’t come in through the window.”

Eyes widening, you looked straight at the big window that was next to your side of the bed. Your arms tightened around Gwil, genuine fear creeping into your voice, “Don’t even joke about that.”

_____

Since it was mid-afternoon when you got there, there was to be no skiing that day. Instead, the whole group made dinner together (well, really it was the grandparents with a little help from the other parents peeling vegetables and setting the tables). You and Gwilym were in charge of the kids while Owen and Nick were sent to buy wine, beer, and juice boxes. Siân and Ella were doing their own thing, playing some kind of spy game that had them giggling and using a pair of walkie-talkies.

Aled and Tomos were content to sit on your laps. You and Aled were playing patty cake while Tomos was playing with Gwil’s short beard. Tomos was having a good time, but every so often, he pulled a little hard and Gwil winced in pain, reminding him to “be gentle.”

Once dinner was ready, you picked up your respective kid and called to Ella and Siân. They dutifully followed you to the tables, and you plopped the toddlers into their high chairs next to where their parents would sit.

Dinner was good, a chicken alfredo with homemade sauce that was sure to please everyone, including the picky eaters. There were also roasted carrots that even Ella, who hated vegetables, could stomach.

That was followed by a movie, but everyone talked over it.

“Has Aled bitten anyone? Tomos has done it like once, but I’m hoping he doesn’t enter a phase.”

“The target is in place, get ready for attack, over.”

“Aaah! Stop hitting me! Why are those pillows so hard?”

“I see the girls are enjoying their walkie-talkies, you’re welcome, by the way.”

“Do you have any podcast recommendations that aren’t true crime? I just worry about Siân hearing since she would actually understand what they’re saying.”

“Y/N, Michael’s the cousin that lives in California, right?”

“No, that’s Mark,” you half-yelled back to Nick, who was talking to Owen and Tom. Then you turned back to Gwil, “Wait, you already wrapped? I thought you were shooting until May.”

“No, that’s when it comes out,” he corrected you.

“Oh… Does that mean you’ve been in London for weeks and you haven’t tried to make plans with me? Where were you for Nick’s birthday?” you asked, in a teasing tone but you were also a little bit mad.

“I’ve been travelling some. But I was at a Fashion Week thing,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Whatever, moviestar,” you said with a huff. Then you adjusted how you were sitting so you were against the back of the couch instead of facing Gwilym.

“Y/N…” Gwilym started, but trailed off because he knew you would probably interrupt him.

“Nope, don’t talk to me right now. I want to be able to sleep in the same bed as you without strangling your pretentious ass. Just let me cool off,” you told him. You were being a little over-dramatic, but you knew that in ten minutes you’d be done being annoyed. Both of you knew you weren’t really all that angry because you were still sitting with your thigh and arm pressed to his. When you were really mad, you didn’t even want to be in the same room as him.

_____

Once everyone was making their way to bed, you and Gwil took turns in the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“You’d better go first, I have my whole skincare routine,” you let him know, slight anger long having faded away.

“How do you know I don’t have one?” he shot back and you just rolled your eyes to his laughter.

As he was brushing his teeth, you changed into your pajamas. Just an old uni shirt that was too ratty to wear outside of the house anymore and a pair of cotton running shorts. But it was soft, oversized, and very comfy, so it was perfect for sleep.

“All yours,” he told you, walking into the room just as you pulled your shirt over your head. You were facing away from him, so at most he had seen your back, but you didn’t really think about it, grabbing your stuff, giving him a quick smile, and heading into the bathroom.

As you walked away, Gwil took in a big breath. After not seeing you very much over the past year and a half, Gwil was feeling different seeing you now. You had always been beautiful, but Gwil could’ve sworn your beauty had increased tenfold over that time. That, or he had just been taking it for granted since he used to see you constantly. Whatever it was, everytime you guys hugged, or when you sat close to him on the couch, or just now when he had gotten a glimpse of your lower back as you dressed, Gwil’s cheeks heated up uncontrollably and he had to fight to act normal.

Since the two of you were so comfortable physically around each other, he couldn’t pull away because then you would know something was up and ask him about it. He had no idea how you would react and he didn’t want to risk the years of your friendship and the bond between your families over a crush.

You walked into the room with a fresh face and moisturizer, ready for bed. Gwil was sitting on the bed, looking deep in thought.

“Can I turn off the big light?” you asked, hand over the switch.

“What? Oh yeah, let me just get the lamp,” he told you, getting up and turning on the lamp.

As you switched off the light and then walked to your side of the bed, you took another look at his pensive face, “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

Gwil looked at you, pausing for a moment before answering, “Just thinking about which side of the mountain I should go on first. I don’t know if I’m too rusty to hit the backside right away.”

“Oh, you should definitely do the frontside the first day so we can ski together. Otherwise, I’ll be left alone with the kids on the bunny hill. I need your guidance,” you said with a goofy smile, climbing under the covers.

Guidance, Gwil thought for just a moment before recovering and getting under the covers himself, “Okay, sounds good, I’ll join you on the front side.”

“Thank you!” you said, beaming at him. Then you leaned over and pecked his cheek, “We’d better get to sleep. Early morning and all.”

“You’re right,” he said, turning off the lamp, glad that the darkness would hide his red cheeks at your kiss. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Sweet dreams, Gwil.”

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The next morning, the musical sound from your alarm woke you up. You groaned, opening your eyes slowly and lifting an arm to turn it off. Except the arm wouldn’t lift. Looking down, you realized you were tangled up with Gwil.

Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment for a second, but then you thought again and realized it was Gwil and he would not care at all that the two of you had ended up cuddling. The two of you tended to cuddle whenever you got tipsy anyway.

So you slipped your arm from underneath Gwil’s and were able to turn just enough to reach your phone and turn the alarm off. Your movement made Gwil stir and he blinked his eyes heavily. Then they opened wide when he realized how you were situated.

You giggled at his look and said, “Morning, Gwil.”

Relaxed by your laughter, he let out a chuckle too, “Morning, love.”

Neither of you moved from each other’s grasp, happy to be lazy and warm in each other’s arms for the moment.

“I feel like I just got the best sleep I have for months,” you told him, playing with the collar of the shirt he was wearing.

“Mm, me too,” Gwil agreed, squeezing you in his arms a bit.

“Maybe we should always sleep in the same bed,” you joked.

“Haha, yeah,” Gwil replied kind of awkwardly, but when your phone went off again, you were distracted.

“That’s my ‘you better be awake by now’ alarm, so we better get up,” you said, patting his chest before disentangling yourself from him.

Gwil let you go and got up himself. Realizing the family was going to head to the mountain in less than an hour, the two of you rushed to get ready and eat breakfast, not having time to chat very much.

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“I am in dire need of hot chocolate. I’m sooo cold,” you announced, your teeth chattering as you removed your snow-soaked jacket and hat.

“Same, I’ll go put the order in,” Gwil said, having removed his wet clothes faster than you.

“And some fries,” you called after him and he waved over his shoulder in acknowledgement. “And chicken strips!”

Gwil just shook his head, but you knew he would get you them anyway. He was always so good to you. Sometimes it made you wonder whether there was anything between you, but neither of you ever made a move, and it never seemed like the time to talk about it. You loved Gwil, sure, but loving him as your best friend and being in love with him were two different things. Sometimes that line became a bit blurred, especially when you noticed how good he looked on this trip, his hair and beard having grown out. But these feelings had popped up before, and had gone away in a couple weeks, so who’s to say that this time would be any different?

“Alright, here we go, you mooch,” Gwil said, somehow managing to balance two cups of steaming hot chocolate, and a giant basket of chicken strips and fries.

“Let me take this,” you said, grabbing the basket from him so he wouldn’t accidentally spill. You grabbed a couple fries and shoved them in your mouth. “Thank you!”

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to talk with your mouth full?” Gwil asked sarcastically, as the two of you sat down.

“Actually, you’re the first,” you replied in an equally sarcastic fashion.

“Whatever, give me some of those fries.”

The two of you ate, mostly silent because you were very hungry. The ski lodge’s stereo system was playing the radio at a medium volume, so you were content listening to that. Then “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on and you looked at Gwil with wide eyes.

“It’s your song!” you said excitedly, immediately swaying to the music.

Gwil threw his head back in slight exasperation but laughed all the same, humming the rhythm of the guitar and doing some light air guitar that made you break out in laughter.

The whole situation brought him back to a time probably two years ago when he had finally been able to tell you about the project that was Bohemian Rhapsody.

“You what?!” you exclaimed. “You’re playing Brian fucking May?! What the actual fuck, that’s so exciting!!”

Then you tackled him in a hug that actually knocked the wind out of him.

He coughed and then replied with a grin, “Yeah, it really, really is.”

You pulled back at him and smiled, “Okay, tell me everything. Even the stuff you’re not supposed to.”

Gwil chuckled and smiled back, “There’s not a ton to tell. Serious. But I can show you a mockup they did of the Greatest Hits album.”

He pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of the four actors’ faces superimposed onto the album cover next to the original. It took you a second to tell them apart. Multiple seconds in fact. What gave it away was the actors that were playing Roger Taylor and Freddie Mercury. Then you looked back and forth between Brian May and Gwil’s version.

“You literally look like a carbon copy of him, what the hell? Oh my gosh, I cannot wait to see you in a wig,” you gushed, laughing as you continued to stare at the two pictures.

Gwil looked at you, smiling and you caught his eye when you looked up, rushing forward to hug him again.

“I’m so proud.”

Over the course of filming, he had you on set a couple of times, and you had met the rest of the cast. They were a great bunch and you loved how happy Gwil was around them. Part of you was a little jealous that they got to see so much of him, but it was his career, and overall you always stayed supportive.

He had invited you to the premiere too, but you had sat with his family to watch it, as he sat with the rest of the cast. The popularity of the movie meant he had been busier and busier, and it was hard to see him consistently. That’s why you were so happy for this week’s vacation; a chance to reconnect.

_____

Ever since the movie had been announced, everyone from both families had taken to listening to Queen much more than they had previously, both to be supportive, but also because it just reminded them how good their music was.

So, that night when you were hanging out with Rhiannon, Kate, and Jen in the kitchen of the chaos house making cookies while everyone else was making dinner, you were playing Queen in the background. Soon, the conversation turned from family gossip to a debate about the members while looking at pictures of them as the cookies baked.

“Listen, I will concede that Roger does have a certain appeal as a blonde, but Deaky just has something else,” Rhiannon stated.

“Hmmm, I can’t really relate about his looks, but I definitely think Deaky wrote some of their best songs,” Kate pointed out.

“I gotta say that there’s something about Brian’s voice, though, that makes me feel something, like, in the depths of my soul. His voice is just so melancholy and soft,” Jen said dreamily as she pointed at him in a picture. All three of you turned to look at her, pulling faces and then everyone cracked up.

Gwil walked into the house, looking for the four of you to tell you that dinner was ready when he heard loud laughter coming from the kitchen. He smiled to himself, wondering what you were laughing about and then he overheard you talking.

“Don’t get me started on Brian. He looks…” Gwil was sure that you were about to say “Just like Gwil” but instead you finished “So hot in this picture.”

Gwil’s eyes widened at the implication as he connected the dots; if you thought he looked exactly like Brian and Brian was hot, did that mean that you thought he was hot? Gwil didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but he didn’t know how else to interpret what you said. Maybe there was something there. Maybe his crush wasn’t one-sided. Maybe he should talk to you about it? Maybe.

For now, he just walked up to the swinging kitchen door, knocking lightly before he walked in.

“Dinner’s ready. You all better get over there before it gets cold,” he warned with a smile, ignoring the way you rushed to take your phone off the counter and that you hardly looked at him.

Kate, Jen, and Rhiannon looked at each other quickly; they had seen the looks both of you gave each other when you thought no one was looking and had actually talked to each other about it when they were on the ski lift. Gwil was easy to read and they were certain that he was practically in love with you, but you had been a little harder to understand. But then you went and said what you thought of Brian and that was the final nail in the coffin.

“Yeah, we’d better get over there so the guys don’t take all the food,” Kate said with a smile.

“Oh, but the cookies aren’t done,” you pointed out.

“You’re right. Gwil, why don’t you stay with Y/N and help her out and we’ll save you guys some food?” Jen asked, though it seemed more like a direction than a suggestion.

“Yeah, you don’t mind,” Rhiannon said, looking at you and then Gwil pointedly.

“Uh, okay sure,” you said, a little confused as to why they were acting strange.

“That’s fine,” Gwil answered at the same time, making eye contact with his sister and nodding ever so slightly, but you missed it.

The three of them walked out of the room and then out of the house to the other one, whispering and giggling all the way.

You shot Gwil a confused look but he just shrugged.

“So what type of cookies are they? They smell good,” he asked pleasantly, walking to stand next to you.

“Oatmeal chocolate chip. Mom’s specialty, although now she’s passed that off on me and Kate,” you responded with a closed-lip smile.

He groaned appreciatively, “Those are my favorite.”

“I know,” you said, smile growing, “That’s why I suggested them.”

“You’re literally the best,” he said, pulling you into a hug that you accepted happily.

“I know,” you said, resting your cheek against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His rested over your shoulders and he chuckled in response.

You were tired from the day of skiing, and it felt nice to be in Gwil’s arms, so you relaxed there, closing your eyes. After a minute, Gwil decided he did want to talk to you and pulled away slightly. Looking up at him, you waited for him to speak, but he just stared at you for a moment. You found yourself unable to look away from his intense eyes, and they were getting closer and closer, though who was moving you didn’t know. You got so close you could see little flecks of green and hazel in his blue eyes and feel his gentle breath on your face.

The air felt charged with possibility, and you were just about convinced to lean up the two inches more and connect your lips. You were two more seconds away from closing that gap, now needing to know what kissing Gwil would be like. You were sure that once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop.

Then the timer on the oven went off and both of your heads whipped to the side to see where the noise was coming from. You broke away from Gwil to turn off the timer and then opened the oven door and took out the cookie trays with oven mitts. As you were placing the trays on the heat proof pads on the counter, Gwil turned off the oven.

“They can just cool here until everyone’s done with dinner,” you said too quickly, and Gwil nodded.

Then the two of you took off for the other house, Gwil about five steps behind you. It wasn’t until you were in the other house and surrounded by a bunch of loud family members that you felt you could breathe normally.

_____

That night, after getting ready for bed, turning off the lights, and climbing under the covers, you patted the part of the bed next to you and reached your arms out to Gwil.

He paused for a second so you said, “Come on, if we’re just going to wake up like this anyway, we might as well save sleeping us the trouble.”

“You make a good point,” Gwil conceded, scooting closer to you, again grateful the lights were off. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you cuddled into his side, bringing one of your legs over his closest one.

Once both of you were settled, you patted his chest and wished him a good night, him doing the same with a squeeze of your hip.

As you were dozing off, Gwil thought that at least the almost kiss or whatever it was hadn’t made things so uncomfortable that you couldn’t sleep next to each other. That was a good sign.

_____

***

Once again in the kitchen, you found yourself in his arms. But this time, instead of anything interrupting you, your lips crashed together. The kiss was hot and intense, and before you knew it, you were seated on the counter with Gwil standing between your legs.

Hands were everywhere; yours were running through his hair and tugging on it as his roamed across your breasts, hips and ass. Then you were unbuttoning his pants and he was pushing them down along with his boxers revealing his hard cock. You hopped off the counter, turning around and laying over top of it, and Gwil pulled your panties off, throwing them to the side. With a few swipes through your wet folds, Gwil pushed into you, a gasp of pleasure escaping you as he did.

***

Gwil opened his eyes blearily, having been woken up by you moving and then your loud gasp.

“Y/N?” Gwil asked softly, but when you didn’t answer, he looked at your face and saw your eyes were still closed. The two of you were now in a more typical spooning position, having migrated to it throughout the night. By the low amount of light that was in the room, Gwil assumed it must be early morning.

Then you squirmed again, this time practically grinding into his cock, and Gwil froze in shock. You let out the most wanton moan Gwil had ever heard in real life and he had to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from gasping himself.

Just when Gwil thought he couldn’t have been more surprised, you said, “Yes, Gwil, right there,” and Gwil almost moaned. His cock was definitely getting hard, and he didn’t know what to do so he moved his hips back away from yours so you wouldn’t be able to feel it.

He tried to remove his arm from around your waist, but you were holding it to you even in your sleep, and he feared that if he moved you too much you would wake up and know that he heard you. And see his hard-on.

Then you squeezed his hand and whined, “Fuck me harder, please Gwil,” and he didn’t have the choice but to wrench his hand away from you. Getting out of bed and out of the room as quickly as possible, he headed to the bathroom to take a cold shower. As hot as it was that you were having a sex dream about him, he felt it would be wrong to bear witness to it and give himself any pleasure because of it. It did further confirm the idea that you had feelings, or at least a subconscious attraction, to him though, so that was a plus.

Gwil’s sudden movements had pulled you from your dream, and as your body slumped in the bed you only just saw him before he left the room. But you saw his boner and your eyes widened as you remembered your dream. There’s no way he could have known what you were dreaming about, right? The boner was just morning wood, right? Then you shifted so you were sitting up and felt that your underwear were a mess. Maybe it had been kinda obvious. Fuck.

You got ready before Gwil was done with his shower, going to the kitchen to help with breakfast. When he came down the hallway and the two of you made awkward eye contact, you felt your cheeks heat up to a dangerous degree and ran into your mom who was carrying a stack of pancakes.

At breakfast you and Gwil sat next to each other like usual and when his leg brushed against yours you knocked over your glass of water. As the two of you were wiping up that mess, you kept bumping into each other and your hands kept touching and your breath caught every time. By the time breakfast was done you were dizzy with all of the blood that was rushing to your cheeks and lower stomach as each brush and accidental touch reminded you of your dream.

“You know, I didn’t get very good sleep last night and I’m feeling kind of off. I’m gonna stay here and take a nap, maybe join in the afternoon,” you told those around you.

“Gwil’s not kicking you in his sleep is he? He used to do that to me all the time when we were kids,” Geraint said with a laugh.

You laughed lightly in response, “No, nothing like that. Just a restless night. Have fun you guys.”

Then you went to your room and laid down on the made bed, staring at the ceiling as you waited for everyone to leave. When you heard the door close and no more footsteps followed, you walked into the living room and flopped on the couch.

“Can we talk?”

You just about jumped out of your skin and looked around, realizing you hadn’t noticed that Gwil was sitting in the armchair across from the couch. You sat up and hid your face in your hands and heard Gwil walk over and sit by you.

Then you looked up at him painfully, “Can we actually just never ever talk about it?”

Gwil got worried; he had wanted to talk to you about your feelings for each other, but he didn’t know what to do if you were just going to shut him down.

“Why?” was all he could think to say, trying to get some explanation.

“Because it’s so embarrassing,” you replied, looking away from him.

Gwil got a bit peeved that you would say that and scoffed, “Embarrassing?”

Now you were confused. He should understand why you were embarrassed. Then it dawned on you that you might be talking about two different things. “Wait, what did you want to talk about?”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” he said with a huff. Then he took in a deep breath, “What I wanted to talk to you about is that I have feelings for you. I wasn’t sure to trust them at first because we’re so close and I worried about transference or whatever, but it’s not that, it’s you.”

You felt the embarrassment completely drain from your body, replaced with happiness at his words. Although you were a little surprised, you were more than relieved that he felt the same as you. Smiling, you took Gwil’s hand in yours and told him, “Me too. It’s you, my feelings are all for you.”

Returning your smile, and with nothing to stop him or interrupt him this time, he leaned in and kissed you. It was much slower and more delicate than the one in your dream, but it was also infinitely better with the real Gwil.

Moving your free hand to cup his cheek, you deepened the kiss softly, teasing your tongue along his lower lip. He opened his mouth, moving his tongue with yours. Even though it was gentle, it was a deep kiss and still took your breath away.

You pulled away after a minute and breathed, “Wow.”

Gwil smiled, pressing his forehead to yours and repeated, “Wow.”

Then your lips connected again and Gwil’s hands moved one to your hair and one to your back, keeping you close to him. You couldn’t believe in how long you had known each other you had never done this. It was quite possibly the best feeling in the world, Gwil’s lips pressed to yours, the drag of his tongue, his strong hands on you, and you didn’t want to stop. That is, until Gwil pulled away. You followed his lips and he gave you a quick peck but pulled the rest of the way away after.

You looked at him, waiting for him to talk so he said a little awkwardly, “So what are we?”

Nervous laughter from you followed his question and you gave him a look.

“Well, I just think it would be good to answer that before anything else happens,” he defended.

“No, you’re right, you’re right, I was just surprised. Normally I have this conversation after something else happens,” you joked and then took a deep breath. “I, for one, want it all. I want to date you, to be your girlfriend, to kiss you, everything else. I want everything with you.”

Gwil breathed out a sigh of relief, “I want everything with you too.”

“Good,” you smiled, leaning back in for a kiss. Gwil indulged you for a few seconds but pulled away again.

You frowned and pouted, “What now? Haven’t we talked about everything?”

“Well, there was one more thing. As your boyfriend now,” he said with a cheeky smile, “I’d like to know about the dream you had this morning. A dream, it seemed, that was about me.”

You facepalmed and felt your cheeks get warm again, “This is exactly what I didn’t want to talk about, it’s so embarrassing.”

“Well I was thinking that as your boyfriend I could maybe try to help you recreate it,” he said with a wink and you felt heat pool in your lower stomach.

“Okay,” you said breathlessly. Then you thought for a second, “But probably not in the kitchen.”

“It was in the kitchen?” Gwil asked, surprised and you nodded sheepishly. “No, maybe not in there. I do know of a nice big bed that we could use though.”

You smiled in excitement, standing up and pulling Gwil with you, saying flirtily, “Show me this bed.”

“As you wish,” Gwil said, grabbing your waist and picking you up. You squealed but wrapped your legs around his waist as his arms supported your thighs. Then he carried you down the hallway, your mixed laughter bouncing off the walls as you exchanged messy kisses on the way.

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Premiere Night

A/N- This is my first non prompted fic, but be brutal and tell me what you think!

Word count- almost 6k (what a way to start off)

Pairing- Ben Hardy/Jones x Fem!Reader

Warnings- light angst (little sad), fluffy friendship untiiiiiiiil, gwil softness

Two weeks ago, your best friend asked you a huge question, and it took you days to answer him, despite the constant texting.

Jonesy- please please please please

You- I told you I needed time to think

Jonesy- think faster would you

You- don't you pressure me jonesy, i will fight you

Jonesy- please please please please

You- I'm done having this conversation, bud. xx

Jonesy- fine xx

He wanted you to go to the premiere of 6 Underground with him, and as excited as you were for him, that really wasn't your scene and it honestly scared the crap out of you. There would be way to many people for your liking and the fact that all eyes would be on you pushed you closer to an anxiety attack, but then you though back to his face when he asked you.

“Hey, y/n, would you mind stopping over later?” He spoke into the phone before you could even say ‘Hello’, but you smiled anyways. “I mean if you like have other plans, that uh- that's alright too, but uh-”

“Hello to you too! Don't worry Jonesy, I'll be over at yours in maybe a half hour? I need coffee or I could possibly die.” You chuckled into your phone and though you couldn't see him, you knew he was smiling too. “What do you want?” You asked, swinging your legs out of the blanket and off the bed with a soft grunt.

“You’re the best, y/n.” Ben chuckled into the phone before basically rattling off his usual order, which made you roll your eyes. “Just because I'm not there doesn't mean i can't see you rolling your eyes at me. I know you, y/n/n. How long have we been friends?”

“Since before sliced bread, Jonesy.” You smiled into the phone again pulling on a pair of black denim shorts, while trying to balance the phone on your shoulder. “See you in a bit.” You huffed out and closed the phone before he responded. Changing your sleep shirt for a tank top and grabbing a flannel shirt you were out the door in less than ten minutes.

There was a small coffee shop almost directly between your apartment and Ben’s and the two of you often met up there so when you walked in and they saw you, they repeated your everyday order with a smirk and you shot them the finger guns you usually did and stood off to the side while other people came in. Once your order was up, you blew a kiss to the barista and you walked the next block and pushed the button for Ben’s apartment with your nose until the door buzzed open.

“I don't know why you won't let me help you.” Ben said when you kicked at his door with full hands and a paper bag in your teeth. He took the coffee you handed him and he grabbed the bag from your mouth.

“Strong and independent.” You gave him a wink while you kicked off your old converse walking straight to his couch. “Ok so I'm here, what did you need from me?”

“Oh! I wanted to ask you if you would mind being my plus one!” He seemed excited but also, in normal Ben fashion, shy as hell. “Like for the 6 Underground premiere?” He said slower when he saw your jaw drop.

“I know what premiere, Benjamin. You really think that I'll fit in there huh?” You scoffed, taking a large sip of your coffee, burning your tongue. “I don't know, this is kind of a huge thing isn't it?” Ben rubbed his hand through his hair and sighed, giving you a weak smile.

“I really want you to go though, you haven't been out with me like that since EastEnders and I miss it!” He gave you his best pouty face and you rolled your eyes and sighed at him. “Pleaseeeeee, y/n!” He ran over to the couch and jumped beside you, puffy out his lip and shaking his hands at you. “Pretty pleaseeeeee.” He begged.

“Let me think about it, when is it?”

“Three weeks from tomorrow.”

“Ugh, Jonesy you're killing me.”

The image of your best friend pouting beside you had stuck, which is what brought you here, dress shopping with Ben. You were more of a converse and jeans kind of girl so this was not even close to your scene, but then again neither would a premiere be your scene. He is so lucky that he’s my best friend. You thought to yourself as Ben was flicking his way through rack after rack of fabulous dresses that you never thought you would ever be thinking of wearing. “What are you wearing, Jonesy?” You asked, flipping through a rack of so many colors and sparkles it almost was too bright to look at, you shook your head lightly and moved down the line.

“All black, my stylist says it makes my hair pop?” He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Black would look good on you too! Let’s look for those!” He exclaimed happily grabbing your hand and dragging you through the rows. You tried not to think of the warmth of his hand as you followed him with a giggle. “Oh look at this one!” He asked pulling a long black gown with small flowers on it and a split almost the whole way up the side.

“I don't know about that one, look at this slit!” You whisper-yelled, “You’ll practically be able to see mine!” You whispered the last part, looking around you and Ben let out a laugh so loud that people started looking at the two of you. “I swear to god, Jonesy, stop making people look.” You tried to hide your face but he wrapped his arms around you, chest still rumbling from laughter and he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“You had better get used to it if you're going to this thing with me, y/n/n.”

“Fuck off.” You grumbled but hugged him back none-the-less.

You and Ben had been friends for almost your whole life, and you had tried years and years ago to deny that there was anything more than friendship you were feeling, but Ben had never showed any extra interest in you so you just pushed those aside and basked in the friendship of this sweet boy you grew up with. It had been only a few months ago that he had broken up with his long time girlfriend, and you noticed him being more touchy with you. You had brushed that off as him needing some sort of contact and pushed the feelings away again. This is your best friend, y/n. Get over yourself. You admonished yourself often when Ben would lay his head on your lap during a movie, or like now when he gave you a big hug and a kiss to the forehead, which you used to do a lot when you were younger but that fad had disappeared as you grew up. You and Ben had been through so many things in life together that you would never risk this friendship for some silly crush.

When the two of you broke apart moments later, your face bright red, you dove right back into flipping through the hangers. Finding a simple black lace dress that had next to no poof - the way you like them- your jaw dropped. Seeing your reaction Ben poked his head over your shoulder and gave a small whistle. “If you don't go and try that on right now, I will leave you here.” His breath on the side of your face made you shiver and he chuckled in your ear. “Go try it on, but don't let me see it.” Gently grabbing the hanger, you walked over to the lady behind the desk, and asked for help getting it on. She smiled brightly at you and took you back to the fitting rooms.

“Oh honey, this is your dress.” The saleswoman clapped her hands happily as she zipped you into the gorgeous black dress. “It's like it was made for you! Do you want to show your boyfriend?” She asked with her hands interlaced by her face. You shook your head, unable to speak as you looked into the mirror. This dress was made for me. You ran your hands softly down the fabric as it hugged every curve perfectly, and the plunging neckline made you feel glamorous.

“Oh!” As if just realizing what she said and you turned red again, “He is just my best friend!” The saleswoman gave you a sly smile that said she didn't fully believe you but shrugged and apologized anyways. “He doesn't want to see it yet, he wants both outfits to be a surprise.” You explained as you spun around, looking at your reflection in the mirror with a huge smile. “But this is the one.” She clapped again and began helping you out of it as you nearly vibrated with excitement.

When you walked out holding the dress with great care, Ben saw your smile and pumped his fist lightly. “This is the one.” You beamed at him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you handed over your card to the saleswoman who gave you a small smile.

“She looks beautiful in it.” The woman mock whispered to Ben, shooting you a wink.

“She always does.” Ben smiled down at you and you blushed, quickly pulling your gaze from his face as the woman put your dress in a garment bag and zipped it closed. “Now the fun part, shoes!” He laughed fully again as you rolled your eyes again for the millionth time that day.

Shoe shopping wasn't as bad as you thought it would have been and soon you were back in Ben’s car on the way back to your apartment. “See? Shopping wasn't that bad.” He elbowed you in the side lightly as his eyes flicked back and forth between you and the road. “Now I'm thinking some take out and a movie?”

“Sounds alright to me, bud.” You gave him a small smile and leaned your head against the window, trying to contain your excitement. “Pizza or Chinese?”

“Horror or RomCom?” He questioned back.

“Either pizza and romcom or chinese and horror?”

“How about chinese and romcom so when you laugh there is a chance for a noodle out of the nose again.” He cackled and you smacked him in the chest, laughing with him.

“That was ONE time, can we please move on!” Both of you laughing felt right and you felt more and more the need to keep him as your best friend, butterfly feeling or not. “Pizza and romcom it is!” you brought your fist down on your knee like a gavel, decision made.

“Why can't all women be like you, y/n? In five minutes you decided on not one, but two things.” He shot you a wink, “One of those actually being the answer to the question ‘What do you want for dinner’ I am so proud of you.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he returned the gesture.

Once you were back at the door to your apartment, Ben was on the phone in an instant ordering your pizza with his phone on his shoulder as he leaned down to untie his shoes. Once in the kitchen you pulled the ashtray out from the shelf and set it on the island, knowing that Ben chain smokes when you are together. This was a normal thing, so you went about the usual routine while he thanked the person on the phone, dropping it to the table before pulling out a barstool to sit across from you as you slid him a beer.

“So tell me a little more about what I'm going to have to do next week, Jonesy.” Taking a sip of your beer, you pulled out your pack of marlboros, took one out and slid them across the counter to him, he accepted with a smile. “What is my job?”

“Honestly I just want you there because I miss going to these things with you,” He lit his own cigarette and blew it out of the corner of his mouth. “You don't have to do anything but stand there and look pretty. Take a few pictures with me, and then watch the movie while looking fabulous. That’s really it!” He explained, taking a sip of his beer too.

“What am I supposed to do when they want pictures of you alone? Just stand there awkwardly?” You tried to not seem too worried about it but you knew that he knew you were terrified. Crowds were not really your thing and especially when there will be constant pictures being taken of you, it was nerve wracking and he knew it. When he reached his hand over to yours and touched it gently you automatically looked right to his face.

“Joe and Gwil will be there too, so when I'm needed alone you can just stick around them, you know they love you.” He nodded his head, the gentle look on his face making you feel only slightly better. “Besides, I don't plan on leaving you alone if I can help it. What’s the point in you going with me if I leave you behind somewhere?” He chuckled a little, pulling his hand back and you hated that you instantly missed the warmth and softness of his hands. Pull yourself together.

“Well I guess that doesn't sound all that bad.” You sighed giving him a weak smile. The two of you sat there and polished off your beers and laughing with each other until there was a knock at your door, your pizza was finally here! After all these years it began to be a game between the two of you, who could reach their wallet and the door first, and this time was no different. You both grinned at each other as you both took off towards the door, Ben sticking his leg out to the side as you tumbled onto the couch with a shriek, he cackled loudly as he reached the door. Huffing you got off the couch and stomped your way to the kitchen for another round of beers and napkins, no plates, knowing you will both just eat straight from the box.

The two of you met back in the middle on the couch and ben handed you a box and kept one for himself. “Oh we should have gotten cheese sticks!” smacking yourself in the forehead lightly, Ben smiled at you and handed you a smaller box. “You are seriously the best, Jonesy” You blew him a kiss as you both settled in side by side on the couch and you turned on the movie. You munched happily on your bacon, onion and extra cheese pizza while ben enjoyed his pepperoni and cheese one, both of you offering the other a piece at the same time.

Once you had your fill of the pizza, you carried the boxes to the refrigerator and grabbed the ashtray on the way back through, setting it between you on the cushion. Ben moved it over and once you were settled, he laid down and settled his head in your lap, your hand instinctively going to his hair and he let out a happy sigh. The movie kept playing and you both stayed there, happily enjoying the night.

Before you knew it, it was premiere day and when you rolled over to look at the time, you groaned when you saw that it read 6:25 am, you didn't have to be awake for another three hours. Tossing and turning for a bit longer before you sat up with a huff. Coffee! Coffee! Was the only thing your mind could think of, as you kicked off the blankets and shuffled into the kitchen. Cup of coffee in hand, and a cigarette in the other, you yawned as you kicked on the bathroom light.

Hearing your phone going off and groaning loudly, you set the cup on the bathroom counter and turned on the hot water before you ran to the bedside table where the device sat. Jonesy. “Morning, Jonesy.” You yawned into the phone, getting a grunt in return. “Couldn’t sleep either, bud?” You smiled as you walked back into the bathroom. Ben grunted again and you understood it as an agreement.

“y/n. Are you in the shower?” He suddenly sounded wide awake and you huffed out a laugh.

“Not at the moment, but I was about to get in when you called. Can I call you back in like 20 minutes or did you need to talk?”

“Talk. I may have gone to a few of these but my nerves always get to me beforehand. Wanna go get coffee soon?” You heard him shuffling around on his end and you pictured his morning zombie walk to the kitchen. “What time do your appointments start?” He mumbled through a yawn.

Pulling your hair up into a high bun so it didn't get wet, and switching to speakerphone and setting it on the counter next to your shower. Pulling back the curtain and stepping into the hot water, you let out a soft sound of happiness. You swore you heard Ben choke on whatever he was drinking, but he cleared his throat to cover it. “Back to back hair and nails starting at 10, and yes to the coffee. What about your appointment?”

“Claire is coming over to mine around 12, we need to head out about 3, will you be ready by then?” You could tell he was trying to talk louder so you could hear him over the sound of the water.

“Can I just come to yours to get ready? I'm gonna need help with this dress. I'll try and make it before Claire leaves, I'm sure she would help me.”

“You got it, babe.”

You and Ben met up at the coffee shop about a half hour later, not hanging up until you could see each other down the street, and you both nervously drank multiple cups of coffee, then he offered to drive you to your appointments, to which you happily agreed. Soon your hair was perfect and your nails were a glittery black color to which Ben happily approved of.

“11:15, let’s go grab your things and head back to mine?” He held open the door for you before rushing forward to get the car door as well, “Don't want your nails to get ruined!” He beamed at you sweetly.

Luckily you were super anxious about today, you had already gathered up everything you would need from shoes to earrings stacked neatly in front of the garment bag holding your dress. Squealing softly and gathering your things, you were back in Ben’s car in minutes and on the way back to his apartment. Neither of you spoke on the way back, nerves speaking loud enough for the both of you. When you pulled up to the front of the building a familiar car was parked in front. Joe and Gwil were both bobbing their heads in the front seat, Ben threw himself into the side of the car dramatically and after hugs and hellos, the four of you made your way up the stairs, each of the boys carrying something of yours so your hands were free. (“Gotta protect the nails, y/n.” Ben winked at you.)

Claire had finished putting the final touches on Ben and the boys before coming back the spare bedroom you had taken over. Patting the wall like a drum roll and you opening the bag, she clapped her hands loudly. “Oh y/n! It's beautiful!” She cooed and you grinned happily. Claire was an expert at this, literally her job, so within minutes you were securely in your dress and had just slipped your shoes on while she clasped your necklace. It was a small silver chain that clasped around your neck but fell into your cleavage, shown off by the low cut dress, it was the perfect accessory. “Oh my love, you look so beautiful!” She out both hands on your either of your cheeks and kissed your forehead before touching her forehead to yours. “Let’s go out there and make Benjamin’s jaw drop!” You rolled your eyes, waving your hands at the door, letting the woman go first. She scooted down the hall clapping her hands for the attention of the small group. “Premiere ready for the first time in years, Y/n is back to grace us with her beauty! Ben, keep your eyes closed, Y/n, darling, you too!”

“How am I supposed to walk in these heels with my eyes closed, Claire?” You laughed back and the older woman tossed her hands in the air. With another warning to Ben, Claire walked around the corner where you were patiently waiting and linked your arms with hers. Stepping around the corner with your eyes closed lightly and your steps even lighter, Claire whispered that the boys were blocking ben so you could open your eyes, you were glad you did because you never would have imagined the jaw dropping looks on Joe and Gwil’s faces.

“You look incredible, y/n!” Joe rushed forward and wrapped you in a tight hug, squeezing your eyes closed, before Joe turned you around so you couldn’t see..

“Even more than usual!” Gwil concurred as he came for a hug next.

Then with both boys and Claire standing beside you, Claire cleared her throat. “Benny, you can stop bouncing over there.” She snickered, making you and Ben both chuckle. “You two can turn around now.”

“1. 2. 3.” You and Ben counted out loud together before you both turned around, finally facing each other.

“Holy shit.” You both said in unison, making everyone else make various ‘aww’ sounds.

“Daaaaamn, Jonesy.” You slowly clapped your hands as he gave you a small bow, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You look absolutely beautiful, y/n/n.” He breathed out softly and he swept forward, pulling you in a crushing hug as he lifted you up and spin you around before setting you back down softly. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He whispered so softly you barely heard him, as he held your hand above your head and you giggled and spun around, his eyes trained to the small silver chain on your chest.

“Alright love birds, since Joe and I obviously don't need to be validated ‘cause we know that we look good, it's nearly three, can we get on the road?” Gwil sighed, gesturing towards the door. Neither you or Ben dared to move, neither of you wanting to break whatever spell was cast over this moment. Gwil clapped loudly and your eye contact broke, both of you turned to look at him a little dazed. “You two are going to be insufferable tonight.” He rolled his eyes, making the same gestures much harsher this time. “May we leave now?”

Ben pulled out his pack of marlboros and shoved one in his mouth, your eyes following the movement a little too closely, before his piercing green eyes snapped to yours and he gave you one too. Muttering out a thanks, you blushed when he lifted his arm to you ad you wrapped yours around his, walking out the door before Gwil could snap again.

The four of you had a better conversation once in the car, and it was a lively drive to the event. The boys gave you a beautiful and horrendously dramatic Queen concert on the way. By the time you arrived on location, your eyes were watering from laughter and all of your fear had gone away, but that could have something to do with the fact that Ben hadn’t stopped touching you since you left his place. Knees resting against each other, arms brushing, it sets your skin on fire but you wouldn't change it for the world.

All of your anxiety came back though when you started to hear the shouting of the people on the carpet line. Ben heard it too and he reached for your hand quickly, and you held on tightly. Joe was quick to put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze for comfort. You smiled weakly at him and Gwil smiled at you happily. “Let’s do this folks.” Joe put on a huge grin and hopped towards the line coming out of the door.

Joe and Gwil went ahead of you and Ben but walked slower so they could be close to you, for the exact situation you worried about last week. As soon as your silver strappy shoe hit the carpet, the cameras turned towards you and the flashes began, Ben leaned in and whispered something funny in your ear, making you laugh loudly, and when he pulled away, he just stared at you while the flashing lights went off. People were calling Ben’s name left and right and he smiled wildly in all directions. He was so in his element and he didn't even realize it.

People were shouting questions at you and Ben and Ben smiled and answered as many as he could, including the questions about who you were, but it was like he was purposely avoiding the questions about if you were his girlfriend. You stayed silent, smiling as genuinely as you could when you had a sinking feeling in your heart. Ben wanted you here to dispel the rumors that he was single. Luckily for you, Gwil was at the end of the line and he was beckoning for you and you were just about to shuffle towards him, when you heard the one thing that you had been dreading since the realization hit you.

“Ben, give her a kiss!”

Your eyes shot towards your best friend, knowing the look in his eye. He was so wrapped up in all of this, he was going to do it. You shot Gwil a frantic look and he looked like he was about to step forward and save you but within seconds, Ben’s face was at your ear and he was whispering into your ear, “Trust me.” Suddenly his hand was on the small of your back and he had you in a low dip, shooting the cameras a smirk and he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours gently while the cameras flashed and the crowd cheered. Your heart was somehow in the middle of glowing and breaking and you could feel the brokenness creeping up your throat and when Bens lips left yours, you hated that you missed it. You hated that you came. But most of all, you hated Ben for putting you into this situation blind. Had he just told me I could maybe have played along, but this is just too cruel.

Slowly Ben pulled you back up and you gave him a weak smile, glancing at Gwil and Joe who stood out of the view of the cameras, jaws wide open before Gwil recovered and made an exaggerated smile, pointing to him cheeks. You had to keep the smile up you thought he was trying to convey so you tried your best to give a dazzling smile as you leaned into Ben’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. “That was a dirty trick, Jonesy.” You gave him another smile for the camera and then when as if on cue, they started asking for pictures of just Ben and you quickly took his arm from around your waist and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before waving and giving another huge smile and walked towards Gwil and Joe, the latter still standing with his mouth wide open.

“Close your goddamn mouth Joseph.” You gritted out with a smile still plastered on your face. “I need to go outside.” You directed the second part to Gwil and he nodded his head quickly, putting his hand on your lower back and leading you to the side door.

“Just hold it until we get out there.” Gwil whispered softly in your ear and you nodded furiously, smile still on your face, but as soon as you feet touched the concrete, a sob ripped itself from your chest. You were lucky that Gwilym was there because he was the only one who knew about your girlhood crush on your best friend, and before this moment you regretted telling him, but now you were glad you had someone here who understood how what had just happened affected you. He was quick to wrap you in a tight hug and started shushing in your ear softly.

“This is why he wanted me to come.” You sobbed into his chest, “Why would he do this to me. He has to know by now, Gwil, it's been almost 15 years!” You shouted, pounding your fists against his chest but he tightened his grip and held you closer, rubbing your back. “I'm going to have to see those pictures every time I go online and they will haunt me forever. It’s not like it was our first kiss but it was the first one since we were 14 and I figured out I had a crush.” When you stopped pounding on his chest, Gwil pulled away from you and used his jacket sleeve to dab at your face, still saying silent as he reached for your purse, pulling out your pack of marbs and tapped one out for you. With a shaky hand you took the offered cigarette with a small laugh. “You are a man of few words, Gwilym, and I love that about you.” He smiled back at you brightly but his smile faded quickly when he saw your sour face. “Oh no, now that I've said I love you, now you must go kiss me in front of the entire world.” You sighed, taking a ragged puff of you cigarette and blew it out slowly.

“Oh, y/n, you know he doesn't think about what he does. Ben’s an idiot, and I know this isn't news to you, but you have to understand the headspace he’s into out there, I'm sure this wasn't his plan from the beginning.” Gwil reasoned, but then he closed his eyes tightly like he was remembering something.

“What do you remember?”

“When he and his girlfriend broke up, he told Joe and I that he was gonna ask you to go with him.”

“He asked me three weeks ago, but your telling me that he’s had this planned for months.” Nodding your head and turning your back on Gwil you paced around, shakily smoking through the cigarette.

“Hey, that doesn't mean he had that whole show out there planned this whole time, I'm sure That was spur of the moment.”

“He whispered ‘Trust me’ in my ear right before he did it.” You scoffed, a fresh stream of tears making their way down your face. Gwil reached out and dabbed away the tears before they could make your makeup run down your face. The moment the door opened you turned your back to it and quickly wiping at your face.

“Y/n?” Ben and Joe had walked out at the perfect moment for you to now be embarrassed and angry at the same time. “Are you crying? What happened?” Ben’s voice was full of concern and before you know it you were flipping through emotions like a flip book, sad-angry-embarrassed-furious-heartbroken. When a laugh escaped your lips, Gwil sucked in a breath.

“That was messed up, Benjamin, and you know it.” You turned to face him with anger in your eyes, “You had no right to take advantage of my feelings, and you're a goddamn asshole.” You light another cigarette off the first one and turned your back on him.

“What did I do wrong, y/n? Tell me, you know I hate it when you're upset with me.” Ben took a step towards you, but you moved away quickly, as if his touch would burn you. “Y/n/n, talk to me.” He grabbed your shoulders quickly but gently as he turned you to face him. When a mutinous tear slipped down your face, his hands went from your shoulders to your cupping your face, wiping the tear with him thumb. “The kiss was too much wasn't it?” His eyes got wide and you scoffed at him.

“I know that you know, Jonesy, you may be an idiot but you still know.” Your eyes bore into him and he dropped his head. “See? You know. You knew and you still did that to me in front of everyone.” You gritted out, trying to not let anymore tears slip from your eyes. “You had no right to fuck with me like that.” Your bottom lip was trembling and your voice was hoarse with the effort. “No fucking right.” You stuck your finger in his face.

“You're right, y/n, I did know.” He whispered, looking down at his feet. “I did know, and I did plan it.” He added softly, still not meeting your gaze. You let out a manic laugh and it kept going until you were full out laughing.

“Of course you did.” You patted him on the shoulder and started walking over to a table that was a short distance away. When you heard footsteps following you, you stuck your hand out behind you, then the only sounds you heard were your heels clicking on the pavement.

One Week Later

You sat alone on your couch for the fourth night in a row, you had turned something on but you couldn’t focus enough to remember what it was. Crushing out another cigarette in your already over full ashtray and you curled into the cushions and just stared at the fabric, only breaking your trance when you heard a soft knock at your door. Contemplating ignoring it, you sniffled a bit and walked towards the door. When it opened you saw him. The person you had been avoiding since the premiere. You had stayed there for the rest of the night but you didn't speak to him again, and you hadn’t since.

“Jesus, y/n.” He breathed out and you just shook your head, as if it were as easy to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. “I- uh- Listen-” He stuttered out and you scoffed at him, preparing to close the door in his face but he grabbed the door first and pushed his way into your apartment. He walked close enough to you that as you back up, you slowly backed against the wall, his arms trapping you in. “I had a whole speech planned but I just-”

“Stop, Ben, I can't do this.” Your lip trembled and his eyes softened.

“Fuck the speech.” He whispered out before he crashed his lips into yours harshly, he pulled away for only a second to look straight into your eyes. “I planned it because I love you, y/n.” He kissed you again, softer this time and your eyes shot open wide at his words. “And I,” kiss, “ am so,” kiss, “so fucking sorry.” He let his forehead rest on yours and he stared into your eyes, waiting for a response.

“You are such an asshole, Jonesy.” You chuckled lightly, grabbing his face and peppering it with kisses, he let out the breath he was holding and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Will you let me be your asshole?” He asked gently, you answered only with a nod and pulled him close.

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