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borhap-au · 4 years

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Gwil x bookstore employee.

You recognized Gwilym from one or two of your classes, you had the same major in college. He usually sat behind you, and you of course didn’t know it, but he was much more interested in what you were doing than what the professor was saying. He tried to talk to you a few times, sometimes even got the courage to do it, but he couldn’t come up with a good enough topic, so he usually asked about school projects and homework, therefore obviously the conversations ended pretty soon.

You wanted to talk to him as well, but you didn’t want to make the conversation awkward or force it to make it longer. Plus he usually only asked about college stuff, so naturally you thought he’s not interested in you, just asking for some crucial information to pass the class.

The situation slightly changed when you started to work in a bookstore nearby.

The first time Gwilym came there, he honestly didn’t know you would be there, let alone work there. He just wanted some books to read on a spring break. When he saw you in the shirt with the bookstore’s logo and understood you worked there, he thought about a plan to be able to talk to you more and get to know you closer. He didn’t come up to you yet that day, hiding behind the shelves of books, and it looked a little bit as if you were playing hide and seek. However, the next time he promised himself to be more courageous and prepared for the meeting.

He came up to you one day, with a smile on his face, and you immediately smiled back.

“Gwil, hi! Didn’t think I’ll meet you here,” you welcomed him and put the books you had in your hands aside, as he caught you while you were sorting them.

“Oh, you definitely will meet me here a lot. I love reading,” you smiled wider hearing that. What a nice change, to meet a guy who likes reading. All of your male friends were too busy playing videogames all day.

“So, did you get something? Or want me to recommend you a good read?” you raised your brow looking at him. He immediately nodded at your proposition, as he wanted to ask you himself, but didn’t know how to do it.

“Yes, please. I just finished all the series I was reading and need some new ones,” you nodded your head hearing that and looked at him.

“So, what did you read? I could recommend something based on that,” he then proceeded to name several series, some of which you also started reading. You then took a minute to look through the books. “Hmm… You really read everything that was there. But… What about “The Dark Tower” series by Stephen King? You may like it.” He looked at the back of the book to read the summary and then nodded smiling.

“Sounds like fun, I’ll take it,” you took the books he wanted to buy and brought them to the counter.

“We have a discount for extremely nice customers,” you winked to him, making it quite obvious that there was no actual discount, different from the one for employees, which you were planning to give him. You told him the price of the books and he gave you the money, but he didn’t leave immediately after, as you were sure he would.

“When are you finishing?” he asked and you tried to hide both the surprise and the smile. You looked at him.

“In about forty minutes. I just need to finish putting those books in order and then close the bookstore. Why, do you want to talk about books some more?” you smiled at him. Gosh, he was so handsome.

“About books, but not only. I’d like to take you out for coffee or tea, if you wanted to come with me…” you chuckled quietly and that reaction caught him by surprise. “…or not?”

“No, no, I would like to come with you. It’s just that it rhymed, it sounded like a poem,” he smiled as well. “So, do you want to stay with me, or will you come back after I close the shop?”

“I can stay. I can even help you if you want,” you were a little hesitant about it, but finally you agreed.

“But you know, you really don’t have to,” you assured him while he carried a pile of books so you didn’t have to walk for them every single time.

“I know, but I want to,” he smiled and you decided not to dispute the matter with him anymore. Actually, you could really use the help, so it was like heaven listened to your earlier cursing about the weight of the piles of books and big boxes and decided to give you a break.

“Actually, this book should be good for you too,” you said while unpacking another box. “It’s a new one, I started reading it in class, it was quite interesting for me. I’m planning to finish it on the weekend.” Gwilym smiled to hide his embarrassment. Actually, while he was looking for a reason to talk to you, he saw you carrying that book and decided to buy it and read it as well, just so the next time he sees you, he can say ‘oh, you’re reading that?! What a great choice, I just finished it last week!’ and hopefully the problem with the topic of the conversation would work itself out after that.

“Oh, I’m also reading that book, I got it from my friend. Once we finish, we can discuss the plot and everything. I mean, if you want to. I just like to share my opinions with others, create new theories or backgrounds for the characters,” he smiled a bit, because he knew it made him sound like a total dork and a geek.

“Actually, I’d love that,” you smiled. “I already have a few theories and I will like to share them once we finish the book,” oh, he was relieved.

Gwilym found it both ironic and annoying how trying to get to know a girl you like when you’re shy resembled being a total creep and stalking someone. He did not go as far as to check your Facebook profile back to the day you’ve created it, he didn’t even try to check if you have an Instagram account. However, whenever he had a chance he admired your beauty from a distance, like a teenager with a crush, and tried to pick some small details he could hang on the next time he’s trying to start a conversation. He hated his shyness, but you actually found it quite cute. Despite the fact you cursed your own shyness whenever you wanted to talk to him more, but couldn’t, because you were overthinking every single word and once you decided to speak, the moment passed, and it was too late.

Soon, when Gwilym figured out the pattern you had for sorting books, he didn’t just carry them for you, but he also started helping out with putting them in place as well. It was especially useful when you had to go to help the clients and he was left alone with the boxes. You honestly thought you will have to stay overtime to do it, but with his help, you finished right on time.

“Give me a second, I will just change and take my things and we can go. Promise it won’t be long,” you smiled apologetically, but he didn’t have a problem with that.

“I’ll just wait here, reading,” you chuckled quietly.

“Well, I promise I won’t be so long that you’ll finish the whole bookstore.” After that you went to change and it took you just a couple of minutes to be ready, but of course you made sure your make-up and hair were on point. You were also thanking yourself for choosing one of your favorite shirts for today, the one that nicely highlighted your assets – your cleavage and collarbones.

When you came back to Gwil, he smiled involuntary on the sight he had before his eyes.

“You look great,” he smiled as he opened the door for you. You blushed immediately.

“Thanks,” you muttered quietly. Once you closed the bookstore, you headed in the direction he decided on. You felt awkward with yourself, being inexperienced in the whole dating world, but with Gwilym you somehow felt more relaxed, because of his friendly personality and his everlasting smile. When you went to the cafe, he insisted on paying for you, and you finally gave up, promising the next time you’ll pay. You both took hot chocolate, as you decided it was the best drink for talking about books.

“Do you come here often?” you asked, looking around, while you sat at your table. You both immediately chose the one in the corner, away from people, without consulting one another beforehand about the options.

“Yeah, actually, I come here on the breaks sometimes. I like the atmosphere here,” he explained, while making himself comfortable in the big armchair.

“I can see why. It’s a perfect place for a cozy afternoon with a book. I don’t know why I haven’t been here yet. It’s quite close to my workplace after all…”

Somehow the conversation didn’t feel awkward between you two. You proceeded to discuss various books, characters, theories and fandoms and it was as if you met here every Friday for a few months. And it soon became that. He often came to pick you up from work, you always told him when you found some nice new book to read. You also watched the same TV series, so the conversation topics soon expanded, and it felt more natural and easy with every single time.

One time, after a few weeks of your meetings, Gwilym surprised you at work, without earlier giving you any hints that he may be coming. He didn’t let you know simply because he didn’t know himself if he will get the courage to come that evening. You were surprised, but in a nice way, and you welcomed him with a hug.

“I’m finishing in a few minutes, so we can go somewhere. Maybe to the cinema, for the new superhero movie and then for a dinner, how about it?” you had to say it all at once because you knew that if you hesitated, you wouldn’t say it. It was the very first time you were to meet outside college, your workplace or that cafe. You were too shy and insecure to assume he liked you the same way you liked him, but you prayed for it. That’s why you decided to invite him on a proper date, rather than just for a two-people book club meeting.

He nodded, but was sort of in a different place mentally, so you naturally took it as a “no” in a sense that he did not like you back. However, he then gave you a notebook. It was a black notebook with no design on it, so you looked at him a bit surprised. Then you decided to just open it. While it opened on the first page, you saw a question written on it, in Gwilym’s neat handwriting.

“Will you be Mary Jane to my Spiderman?” was the sentence on the page, with some doodles of spider webs and the Spiderman himself, with his heart pumping out of his chest. You looked at it with disbelief and then at him. After a few seconds you nodded and hugged him tightly.

“Yes! Yes, of course I will,” you smiled widely and he hugged you back, quietly sighing with relief. He kissed your cheek.

“I’m sorry for being so cheesy. I was just too scared to say it out loud,” he muttered embarrassed, actually blushing, which makes him look even cuter.

“I find it very sweet. It’s going to be our notebook, for our memories. And book reviews!” you joked and he smiled hugging you and taking you off the ground, spinning you around, as you squeaked quietly, scared to kick some books off the shelves in the process.

He leaned down to put you back on the ground and you looked at each other. You both intuitively moved a little closer to each other and you ended up kissing. What a beautiful view that was, like right from one of the books you read. Outside there was raining, that’s why Gwilym came in a little wet, and now you were kissing right next to the glass door of the bookstore. It made you look as if you were on a cover of a book. And it truly was a beautiful love story.

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assembledherethevolunteers · 3 years

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Day 23- Gift Exchange

A/N: Prompt #23 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge!

Pairing: Prof!Gwil x Female!Reader

Summary: It’s the English Department’s annual Christmas party and you drew Gwil’s name for the Secret Santa.

Warnings: Fluff and Drinking

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

You placed your pen down and rubbed your temples, exhausted already even though you’d only read four of the nearly one hundred term papers you needed to grade.

There was a knock at your office door. You looked up to see your co-worker, Gwilym.

“Ready for a break?” He asked, holding up a coffee cup.

“Yes, please,” you smiled at him.

He walked in and sat across from you, setting the coffee cup down. You grabbed it and took a drink, humming at the taste.

“Thank you. Just what I needed to get through these term papers.”

“Having a rough time, huh?”

“If I get one more essentially copy and pasted analysis of Robert Frost, I’m going to throw up.”

Gwil chuckled and took a sip of his own copy. “Fair enough. I told you you should have dropped the freshmen class when you had a chance.”

“You’re right,” you sighed.

“I should let you get back to work. Wouldn’t want you to be late for the Christmas party,” Gwil stood up with a wink.

You smiled at him. “Very true. I’d hate to miss Dean Philips’ annual speech.”

Gwil raised his coffee cup at you and then exited your office. You watched him go with a wistful glance.

A couple hours later, you were at the Christmas party. You had a glass of wine in your hand and were talking with one of your coworkers about her freshmen class.

“I just don’t understand why they all think they have to choose ‘The Road Not Taken’,” you complained.

“I know exactly what you mean. Some of mine…”

“Alright everybody! Time for Secret Santa!” The Dean announced.

“Oh, great,” she sighed. “Just something that I don’t want from somebody I don’t like.”

You laughed and gave her a gentle shove. “Oh let’s just get it done.”

You didn’t want to tell her, but you were excited about giving your Secret Santa their gift. You’d gotten Gwil and were so happy to show him what you’d gotten him.

Gwil actually found you, with a shy smile on his face.

“Hi,” he held out a box to you. “I drew your name.”

“What a coincidence,” you held out your own gift to him. “Because I drew your name.”

“Why don’t you open yours first?”

“No, you go. I insist.”

Gwil shook his head, but started to unwrap his. His jaw dropped when he opened tickets to a play that had just opened in the West End that was based on his favorite works of Charles Dickens.

“You didn’t,” he muttered, almost under his breath.

“I did. You’ve been talking about going to see it for so long and…”

“You should open yours now.” Gwil offered you a crooked smile which melted your heart. “I hope you like it.”

You started to unwrap the gift that he got you and you gasped. It was a first edition of ‘Emma’ by Jane Austen.

“Gwil,” you whispered.

“I know it’s your favorite and I found it at a book shop and it…”

You threw your arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. Gwil kissed you back and slid his arms around your waist. You pulled away and rested your forehead to his.

“I thought we weren’t going to tell everyone until after the new year,” Gwil said with a bit of a laugh.

Some of your coworkers had noticed and were already starting to cheer and congratulate the two of you.

“A bit late for that, huh?” You replied, pulling him in for another kiss.

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yelenasdog · 3 years

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il un a visage gentil (prof!gwilym lee x prof! gn reader)

genre: fluff

summary: who knew the attractive english lit professor also happened to speak french? not his new coworker, that’s for sure.

words: 1.7k

warnings: reader embarassing herself a lil bit, that’s it :)

a/n: hi!! first of all, no pronouns are used as this is from readers pov, so anyone can read. second of all, so i typically don’t write for gwil, but i had this idea in french the other day when my french teacher (sweet old french man who deserves better LMAODSJO) was going over some assignment that for some reason had il un a visage gentil in it LOLOL. that being said, i obvi don’t speak fluent french and this is all fictional! love u, hope u enjoy!!

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“Hello everyone, and welcome to your first day. I’m Dr Gwilym Lee, and I am the head of the English Literature Department here at Oxford University. Feel free to call me Gwil, it’s what all my students do.”

I slanted my eyes from my position at the door, gripping the frame just a tad tighter than I had been before hearing his voice. I continued to listen to the doctor talk as I made my way behind the last row of seats in the lecture room, trying not to make any noise. My heels were thankfully mute against the carpet, not drawing any attention towards me, the professor keeping complete focus on his students.

“One of the first things I wanted to kind of, um, touch on, is that I will be quite flexible. I understand that you have lives, as do I. As long as I can see an honest effort being put into my class, I will hold no repercussions for late work or being physically late to class.”

With that, he looked up to where I had just sat down, quirking a brow. The eye contact was momentary, only lasting what seemed to be a second, if that.

I cleared my throat, looking to my feet.

“We at the english department are quite proud of our status, ranking 4th in english programs overall in the UK. Now I won’t continue to bore you with the statistics, but-“

I made a scan of the room, seeing how only 1 or 2 pupils were actually listening, the rest either slumped over looking at their phones, or pretending to take notes on a laptop while really watching netflix. (More than one student was watching gossip girl, oddly enough.)

Considering it was only 5 minutes into the hour long lecture, I was confused, as he was holding my attention, at least, quite well.

After about 30 minutes, I realized that my own “first day lecture” was in 15 minutes, which assured that I most definitely had to leave. I was saddened by this (even though I had only even planned on staying in Gwil’s room for a small while.

I sighed quietly, picking myself up from the surprisingly comfortable seats and making my way towards the door. Just as I was about to go, I felt eyes boring holes into the back of my head. I turned, realizing Gwilym to be the perp. I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it again, quickly walking out and down the hallway to my own room.

I made it in, hurrying down the many stairs, past where a few students were waiting.

“Hi, everyone, I’ll just be a few moments, just waiting for the rest of your new classmates to arrive.”

I smiled briefly, before slamming my office door audibly, chest heaving with my back against the shaded window. I closed my eyes, unaware of why I had been so panicked by the brief interaction, not to mention the butterflies it hatched in my stomach.

After giving myself some time to decompress, I exhaled, smoothing out the skirt of my dress and rotating. I placed a hand on the handle, preparing myself for the fresh faced freshman.

As I opened the door, I heard half a knock, before whoever was behind the door (poor soul) essentially fell on top of me.

Expecting to see a red faced pupil who had just made a very interesting first impression, I looked up, suddenly becoming the one with a warm and itchy wave of embarrassment making its way up my neck.

“I’m so terribly sorry,” He stood up, reaching out a hand. I hesitated before reaching forward and gripping tightly, allowing him to tug me up.

“It’s alright, Gwil, really.”

He opened his mouth (not that I was paying any mind to his lips), presumably to ask my name. Before he got the chance, I beat him to it, blurting out my full title, unfortunately in a quite awkward way.

The students that had gathered had mostly turned their attention elsewhere by now, only a few of them still watching the live disaster that was my interaction with the incredibly attractive man in front of me.

He spoke up as I tried to maneuver my way around him to the podium positioned in the front of the room where my laptop was waiting.

“Well, I had assumed you were a student who was trying to sneak off early, but I stand corrected, then.” He looked around my slowly filling space, a slight amusement hiding in his gaze.

“Yes, sorry, I had caught you at a bad time, I was hoping to introduce myself, you know, trying to make a good impression. Feels like the first day of school all over again.” I laughed, bringing a hand up to brush away a stray strand that had somehow managed to escape my bun.

“It’s alright, don’t stress about it. And trust me, I get it. New jobs are scary.”

I huffed, looking out at the sea of judgmental young people that I now would have to face after that fiasco. Lovely.

“You could say that again.”

We sat in a comfortable silence for a short amount of time, the clock striking 2:30 being what woke me from my trance.

“That’s my queue.” I gave a small wave as he walked off, a smile spreading across his face at the motion.

I turned to my teaching assistant, fully believing he was out of earshot.

“Il un a visage gentil, eh?”

She only laughed, nodding her head and plugging in my macbook, allowing the screen to come alive with a flurry of colors in my powerpoint.

“Hi guys! Or should I say bonjour!” I paused, receiving a few chuckles in the crowd.

“I’m sorry for getting us started so late, I had a small mishap. I’m Dr Y/n Y/l/n, and I am your professor this year in the French undergraduate course, where you will have the opportunity to study medieval literature, modern day linguistics, and much more, which I will get into later on.

We here at Oxford have the single largest French department in Britain, which we have come to have extreme pride in. We also have a french cultural center, where you will find a large selection of programmes and literature to choose from. If you haven’t yet checked it out yet,” I briefly looked up, seeing Gwilym still stood at the top of the stairs. He gave me another small smile, crossing his arms.

“Sorry, lost my place. Where was I?”

After class, I walked up to where the tall man had now moved to the side, allowing students to flood right by him.

“Gwil, hi!”

“Hi to yourself.”

I blushed, the feeling of fuzzy-ness once again flooding my entire system at just the brief statement. Odd. Extremely odd.

“That was very nice, I have a feeling this class will be quite popular in the coming years.”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Thank you, I appreciate it, truly. Although, I must say that I can tell everyone is racing to get a spot in Professor Gwilym Lee’s class 100% percent.”

He cocked his head, slimming his eyes.

“Really, you think so?”

We continued to walk down the long hallway, neither of us quite aware of where we happened to be going.

“Oh for sure, I can imagine you’re especially popular with a certain demographic, too.”

His confusion seemed to only grow, stormy blue eyes seemingly lost.

“What do you mean by that, exactly?” His voice slightly raised an octave at the end, earning a chuckle from me.

“Look, all I’m saying is that with looks like that, I bet your roster was full in seconds.”

I paused, the flow of conversation stopping as I came to terms with what I had just accidentally said. Out loud. In front of my new coworker, who happens to be incredibly gorgeous. A wonderful first day I’m having.

We resumed walking, a blanket of complete silence falling upon us all the way until we reached the entrance to the facility.

The chilly December air hit my face immediately, as well as droplets of rain that were falling so hard it felt like small bullets were grazing my nose, which I could barely feel after just a few moments outside.

“Here.” Gwil muttered, pulling out a bright red umbrella and using it to shield us both from the angry pellets sent from above.

“Ah, thank you.”

“Of course.”

Then it was quiet again between us both, minus the sounds of chattering students and the rain hitting and then sliding off of our cover, coming in contact with the ground with a final splat.

“You know,” Gwilym began, always the one to break the silence.

I hummed, turning my head in his direction.

“I speak a little bit of French, as well. And I think you also have a nice face.” He nudged my elbow and laughed, while I closed my eyes and sighed, hanging my head.

“So there really isn’t any other way I could possibly embarrass myself right now, is there?”

He only shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “Actually, now that I think of it, there might be one more thing I can think of?”

“What would that be?”

“Saying no to a cup of coffee?”

It was like I froze over completely, my mind suddenly growing blank when I needed it mostt.

“With me?” I asked, the question more aimed towards myself, a miniscule act of reassurance and affirmation.

Gwilym smiled brightly as he shook his head, and I swear, I had never seen anything more amazing.

“Yes, Y/n, with you.”

I stuttered, embarrassed for what seemed like the millionth time that day, specifically at my lack of verbal skills.

“Yes, yes of course, that sounds amazing.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

He offered me an arm which I gladly took, and we started walking to the quaint campus cafe just across the street from our building.

It was the same cafe where (not that we knew it yet) the both of us would make many late night coffee runs together during midterms week, the stressful time growing to become one of our favorites as it was now filled with giggles and caffeine.

Usually it would end up with one of us, that one of us usually being me, leaving a ring of coffee on the other’s ungraded assignments. Or even better, spilling an entire drink on the paper, only a “sorry!” written in Gwil’s rushed handwriting at the top of the curiously scented paper as explanation.

But as I said, we didn’t know that yet.

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kinda gross but whatevs, like and rb if u did indeed enjoy it. mwah, go eat some protein, take an electronics break and drink some water. love u

xx hj

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eunoiaths · 4 years

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no one is alone

joe mazzello x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: panic attack, heavy angst, fluff, SONDHEIM— it’s cute i promise— joe is the sweetest thing in this one!

summary: joe is off filming in another country, and the unsettlement strikes you at an ungodly hour.

a/n: you asked for a soulmate au, and i’m feeding you something that is NOT that. you’re welcome!

there was something about early hours of the morning. the setting was quiet and settling; calm and comfortable. the warmth of cotton sheets covered your body at most times, pushing out fear— an anxious mindset. but, right now, early hours felt different.

they awoke your thoughts, eating at your mind. a hunger for a better feeling was numbed. you felt little to no warmth; just cold feet and an unmotivated feeling to fix the problem. your mind was consumed by loneliness, with the thought of a half-empty bed. everything was half-empty; wine glasses, pill bottles, and hating to say it: your heart. you missed joe, and you missed not feeling so lost without him, but now you were desperately craving his touch. a tear traced your cheek, and another, then another.

why the hell were you crying?

you two had addressed that he’d be gone for awhile. work was going to get in the way, and it hadn’t bothered you before, so why were you upset? and out of all times, why at one in the morning? joe was probably fast asleep right now. only one thought entered your mind: was he thinking of you too? you assumed no. no he wasn’t.

two hours passed and you were miserable. tears stained your wet, red cheeks, while your nose was stuffy and eyes were swole. you couldn’t get ahold of yourself, and you felt that it was no use trying to anyway. if you cried more, looking any worse was practically impossible. you picked up your phone, dialing your finger on ten keys counted, sniffling slightly. it rang for eternity— at least that’s what it felt like. the low drone was the only thing you could hear.

“h-hello?”

you stifled a breath, not expecting an answer. joe’s voice was already a comfort to your breakdown, as groggy as it was.

“joe.” you managed to get out, letting a held back sop escape your lips

“y/n? love- what’s wrong?”

you held your breath, trying to keep in your cries. joe seemed wide awake now, and it was your fault that he was.

“what’s wrong, baby? you can talk to me, i promise. take some deep brea-“

“i miss you.” you said softly, obviously shaken up, “i feel so- so alone.”

you could hear him sigh over the phone.

“a-and i’m sorry for bothering you at this hour. i know it’s-“

“y/n...”

“i know it’s early and you’d love your rest. i should just-“

“y/n.”

“i should just hang up, right? because i’m just bothering you, and you need sleep, so i’ll go now-“

“y/n!” joe cut you off, silencing your rambling, “don’t hang up. it’s okay, i miss you too.” he paused for a moment, “god, i miss you so much, baby. i’m falling into pieces here, alright?” nothing came from your mouth except a few dry inhales. you shut your eyes tight, tears dropping your fingers that lay there, shaking on the bed.

“y/n, are you alright?”

you were the problem.

“love, please answer me.”

he was suffering because of you.

“please- please say something, y/n.”

it was your fault.

“give me sign that you’re okay. you need to be okay.”

your breathing soon grew out of control, until you were full on hyperventilating. you swiped your finger on the speakerphone key, before dropping you phone from your hands. they couldn’t manage to do anything but shake at this point, as well as your body. you slumped down with your head buried into your knees; your spine hit the backboard of your bed frame. joe’s constant reassurances were backfiring in your current mindset, shooting straight passed you.

you finally were able to hold your breath, and everything went silent. it was a pain, but it was embarrassing for him to hear you be hysterical. joe’s caller ID still set a soft glow on your face. all hope felt deeply lost in the moment. you curled up on your side, holding a pillow to your chest, staring off in the still room.

“mother cannot guide you...”

you perked up, startled by your boyfriend’s dazed voice.

“-now you’re on your own.”

and then you realized: he was singing to you.

“only me beside you... still you’re not alone.”

for the first time in hours, you cracked a soft smile. joe’s voice wasn’t the best— knowing it was three in the morning— but it was comforting.

“no one is alone-”

“truly.” you mumbled

“no one is alone...” he whispered

the moment held you in a calm state. your breathing slowed and your eyes dried. in time— as he kept singing— you closed your eyes, listening; that was your song. the song he sang you to sleep with, or when he thought you were asleep, (in reality, you were awake every minute of it). that was the song his mother sang to him as a child, what he sang to you in times of fear, what he’d sing to your kids.

“witches can be right, giants can be good... you decide what’s right,”

there you were, restless, silly ideas popping into your head.

“you decide what’s good.”

joe was yours, you were his. in this instant, you knew that. and not just halfway, like wine glasses, pill bottles, your heart. you knew it was full, the truth.

“maybe we forgot, they are not alone-“

“-someone is on your side.” you muttered

you could imagine the grin plastered on his face, and there was one there, even if it was thousands of miles away. it was there, and that was all that mattered to you.

“no one is alone...” joe sang, finishing the final lyric. things were hushed for a few seconds, leaving you with a warm feeling inside.

“you’re an awful sing-”

“i love you.”

your eyes widened, “you do?”

“i love you, y/n.”

your heart stopped. he’d never said that before, neither had you. your doubts melted away, leaving you speechless for several moments. you finally smiled sleepily, taking a breath, “i love you too, joe.”

“thank god. leave me hanging, why don’t ‘cha?” he joked, “get some rest, my love.”

“goodnight, joey.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

after hours of distress, you eventually lulled into a sleep with the comfort of joe’s steady breathing on the phone. miles away, he still managed to help you feel like you mattered. to help you feel better.

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bluesfortheredj · 4 years

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The only one.

Smut ahead.

You can feel the heat of Gwil’s intense stare on your back as you stand facing away from his end of the room, your fingers cradling your glass of wine delicately as you attempt to carry on your conversation with those that you stand with, and you hide a small shiver that runs up your spine by moving your weight from one leg to the other. Mutual friends had recently got engaged and you were at the celebration of their news in their three storey Victorian town house which was only a few streets away from where you both lived. The house was nicely full, thankfully not overflowing with people, and you could still hear the background music that was playing over the dull chatter that filled the ground floor.

“You did good Dan, you did really good. That ring almost blinded me when Sarah wiggled her fingers,” you chuckle.

“To be fair I was going for a bigger rock than that but she insisted on the smaller one for a more minimal look.”

“Well I’d love to see the big one if that’s the smaller of the two!”

You gasp lightly as Gwilym’s hand lands on your lower back and he appears at your side with a smile, “congratulations Dan!”

“Thanks Gwil, it’s about time right? I was just saying-”

“(Y/N)! Come on, come on, it’s our song, the band’s back together and we cannot let this moment slip by without our best dancer!” Lee grins as he interrupts Dan and grabs a hold of your hand to drag you into the middle of the long lounge.

“Lee!” you laugh, “oh no, it’s been years, I don’t even remember the moves!”

“You absolute liar!” he jokes as the other two girls get into position behind you both, “ready… go!”

The song begins to play from the beginning and the four of you muddle through old dance moves from many moons ago, eventually finding a stride about half way through, and when you look up a Gwil and his forced smile you know he’s pissed about Lee dragging you away like that. He has his arms folded with his visible fingers tapping along the fabric of his shirt impatiently and you notice his nostrils flare when Lee stands behind you and holds onto your hips as you swing them from side to side; the old dance move definitely not ageing well with a jealous other half watching you. There’s a mix of relief and regret when the song ends, and you make your way back over to where Gwilym stands with a silently outraged gaze.

“Worn yourself out now?” Dan teases.

“Yeah,” you laugh as you feel Gwilym’s hand travel up your back until his hand is holding on to the back of your neck.

“What did you think of her dance moves then Gwil?”

“Great,” he mutters through half gritted teeth, “we should get another drink.”

He steers you away from Dan with his hand still stretched out at the nape of your neck underneath your hair and you can tell by how stiff his body had gone that the green eyed monster has awakened inside him.

“Everything’s okay isn’t it Gwil?” you ask as you turn to face him and his hand falls.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“No reason,” you say, shaking your head from side to side as he pours out drinks for the both of you.

Your eyes travel up his rigid body from his navy blue loafers to the matching chinos, then finally to the smart white shirt he was wearing that hugged his broad chest so very well, and you smile as he hands you your drink. He had nothing to be jealous of, you could only ever have eyes for him and yet he would keep his eye on you like a predator watching its prey.

“I love you,” you remind him.

“Love you too.”

“Gwil! I need to steal (Y/N) because my little brother is here and he’s had a crush on her since he was this high,” Sarah holds her hand just above her hips, “I need to embarrass him but I promise to bring her back soon!”

Gwil forces a smile at Sarah but as she drags you away from him he follows you both into the next room and stands against the wall with his eyes peeking over his glass as he drinks. Again you can feel the heat on your back as his eyes bore into you, his presence not going unnoticed by either Sarah or her not-so-little brother, and he soon places his empty glass on a table before attaching himself to your side once more, this time his arm draped around your shoulders as he tugs you a little too hard into his side.

“Woah!” you chuckle as you lose your balance, almost spilling your drink.

“Sorry,” he says, running his hand up and down your upper arm.

You couldn’t even be annoyed at Gwil for his actions as in all honesty it made you feel safe and aroused all at the same time; his hands wanting to touch you at all times, his body pressed against yours comfortingly, and his eyes following you and only you across the room. You shiver at the thought and he looks down at you with a questioning frown, then you turn into him and stand on tiptoe so you can whisper in his ear.

“Shall we go home?”

He nods in response and you say goodbye to both Sarah and Dan before making your hasty exit through the front door into the warm summer evening breeze.

“You’re the only man for me, you know that right?” you say as you link your fingers between his while you walk home.

“Yeah, of course.”

“So what’s with the hint of jealousy then?”

“It’s not… I don’t… is it really a crime to not want another man touching my girlfriend so intimately? And as for Sarah’s brother… I remember him and his creepy little binoculars. I always hated it when you did that dance with Lee, I swear he used to do it on purpose to make me feel like this.”

“Make you feel like what?”

“Like he could snap his fingers and you’d be his.”

“He could never do that Gwil, because I’m head over heels for you. He’s just being an arse.”

“Hmm,” he hums.

The rest of the walk home is in silence but you keep your hand in his even as you get through the front door, and without saying a word you lead him straight upstairs to the bedroom. He stands completely still as you undress him quietly then you rid yourself of your own clothes and sit up on the bed with your legs open, your eyes fixed on his as your hand delicately glides over your body and down to your hidden folds. Gwil’s eyes widen as he watches your fingers spread your lips open then come together so that you can slide two of them inside you, and he moves to kneel on the bed in front of you as one of his hands wraps around his stirring member.

“Gwilym,” you moan lightly as you curl your fingers inside yourself while pumping them in and out of your warm, wet core, “oh, Gwil.”

He stares at you as your body lifts from the bed, your arousal evident by the sound your fingers were making as you pleasure yourself in front of him, your hips bucking up against your own hand as you slide your thumb along the inner fold to run across the sensitive nub that was desperate for attention, and as his name escapes your lips with every pant of breath his own hand works harder and faster on his erection.

“Give me your hand,” you instruct quickly, knowing you weren’t far off from the end.

He shuffles forward and extends his free hand to you then you remove your fingers and quickly replace them with two of his instead while you continue to circle your sweet spot, and you watch as white ribbons spurt up across his stomach and drip down onto his hand as he orgasms first. His fingers set a punishing pace as he delves them deep inside you over and over again while you lay in a sweaty, panting mess with his name falling haphazardly from your lips until you tense up and release everything with an almighty moan; his fingers being squeezed inside you as your walls clench tightly around them until you’ve ridden out the wave completely. His fingers are coated in the thick liquid when he removes them but he hastily puts them in his mouth to suck them clean before he crawls up to lay beside you with a very satisfied grin.

“What was that for?”

You place a hand on his cheek and kiss him deeply before answering, “that was to show you that you’re the only man for me.”

He bites his lip before wrapping his arms around your body and rolling onto his back so you were laying on his chest, “well you certainly showed me that!”

Could i request a jealous!Gwil piece? I picture him as the kind of frustrated, and not-so-subtle type of jealous guy but not overly annoying or infuriating, you know? Maybe some smut too, reader ensuring him he’s the only one for her and he’s got nothing to worry about

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afat-bottomedgirl · 4 years

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Just You And I - Ben Hardy x reader

A few weeks ago

They looked at each other as the rain fell harshly outside. Ben could barely believe that they were having that conversation now. Not after everything that they've been through, but the situation did need a closure and he just wanted to understand her point. If he loved her and she loved him, why couldn't they be together.

"Ben, I love you. But I can't be with you and it hurts me so much that I have to do this, but there's nothing we I could've done to make it different." She said and looked at her hands, he shakes his head in disagreement. "She loves you just as much as much as I do. She fell for you first now how can I do something like this to her? It's not fair.

Ben rubbed his eyes as he sighed and got to his feet and started pacing around the living room.

"I don't care about that. And, babe, you shouldn't have to avoid this thing between us because of somebody else. I can talk to her and explain this whole situation, just don't do this" he pleaded. "Don't push me away. You are my girl, baby" the blonde man said.

The tears that fell from both of their eyes carried the whole weight of the words they couldn't tell the other in that moment. Benjamin walked back to the couch he was previously setting and hugged the crying girl. Her heart was aching so bad that it became physically painful for her. Truth is, she didn't wanted to give up on him or on the love the she had for him, but at the same time she didn't wanted to jeopardize her friendship. She just wanted things to be as they were supposed to be.

In the end of the day, she would've never have met him if Jane didn't took her to that party so it was unfair the fact that she fell in love with the man her best friend already loved.

As days went by things seemed to get harder on them. Benjamin didn't wanted to hide his feelings and go for someone he didn't felt anything but a friendly appreciation yet he didn't wanted to mess up Y/N's friendship with Jane. He knew how much Jane and Y/N meant to each other and he couldn't be so selfish to ruin that just because he was in love with one of them. So he took in what she suggested that they should be together but don't tell anyone. It would be easier, her words.

This morning they were supposed to meet their group of friends for their weekly breakfast catch up at a café near by. Ben and Y/N did spend the night together and neither of them could deny that the previous night was no doubt one of the best they had. For once in a long, long time Y/N didn't felt embarrassed of her body or her childhood scars and Ben didn't felt like he had to prove to her that he needed to give her biggest orgasm or performe his greatest acts. No, the things happened as smoothly as it could've been. The touches they shared would forever be carved onto their memories and the feeling their bodies shared with one another could never be explained by words. For once in their lives, they were exactly where they were supposed to be. Their hearts were in peace.

Benjamin's room was a complete mess. Their clothes were spread all over the place. The couple was still on bed, but Benjamin was already awake. He had his eyes stuck on the ceiling thinking about the earlier hours where he and the woman he loved had an amazing experience together. His eyes traveled to the side and he saw a mess of curls on the white pillowcase and her peaceful features as she slept calmy in his arms. He completely ignored the sorennes in his arm just so he could enjoy the moment for a little bit longer. He knew that when they got up they would have to pretend that nothing happened and act as they didn't just shared one incredible night together.

It wasn't long until Y/N woke up too. She could feel his green eyes staring at her so she didn't take much time on opening her eyes and looking straight into his. Yes, that was definitely a sight for sore eyes and she could totally get use to that. His body was as war as a summer afternoon and his skin looked redder that it usually was.

"Good morning, love" he said and his voice was much more rough when he woke up.

"Morning, blondie" she answered and she snuggled closer to him and hid her face in his chest. "Do we really have to get up?"

"We do, love" he said and pressed a kids to her head.

"I wish we could stay like this forever" she considered and her thoughts ran wild at the idea. "Just you and I" the woman completed.

"Me too, sweetheart. You don't know how much I wanted that."

Their talk didn't last long after that, though. Jane called Y/N and asked if she was sto coming for their breakfast date which she confirmed, and as soon as it begun, the call came to an end. Y/N was replying to a few emails from her college teachers and Ben was taking a shower. Both of them knew they needed to have a good explanation to tell their friends, if asked, why they arrived together at the coffee shop, so they made one up as soon as they left the blonde's bed.

When they arrived to the place, they really had to put on a facade and pretend they met by a coincidence. But Y/N could still fell beard burns around her legs and some other parts of her body were literally marked by his fingerprints. Jane was already there with Diana, for all it seems they were waiting for them and William to arrive so they could order the usual. Thank God, their breakfast meetings were a weekly thing at the same place, so the working crew already knew that they didn't order until all five of them were seated. Y/N didn't sat near to Benjamin, which the man thought was unnecessary but decided to say nothing about it. She sat between Jane and Diana.

Ben looked at her but she looked away and started a conversation with Diana about a new single a band both of them liked was about to release. Jane didn't show but she was slightly bothered to see Y/N and Ben walk in together, yet she was scared of saying something and sounding stupid. William arrived about seven minutes later and they finally ordered the usual: three back coffees with pancakes, one green smoothie and a cookie and one black tea with a slice of chocolate cake.

They started to talk and all the five of them were engrossed in the subject. It wasn't until William asked Y/N about a thing that happened in her study area that they were all listening to her and eating as she explained what that actually was. Jane looked at Ben since everyone was paying attention to the Literature student, but looking at him made her heart break. Benjamin's eyes were glued to the woman but the look in them held something different. He wasn't looking at her the way William did, there was a glint in his green orbes. A glint she only saw in William whenever he looked at his girlfriend, Diana. The way that Y/N slightly looked at Ben and blushed sparked a fire in Jane. How could them? It wasn't possible right? Unfortunately she could barely hold herself when the words flew out of her mouth.

"Y/N, I saw you and Ben walking here together..." she let it linger as she watched their reactions. "...How did you guys meet before here? You live literally on the opposite sides of the city."

Benjamin's face went a little paler and Y/N's grew a tiny bit wider at her friends supposition. Jane felt her heart sink, she was about to get the confirmation she needed.

"You know, Y/N was down by the library which isn't far from my place and I picked her up. Not much there" Ben answered as he shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his hands.

"I see..." she pondered and was about to complete her sentence but Y/N got up in a sudden and walked towards the bathroom.

Ben didn't realized what he was doing as he got up and followed the woman while muttering a breathy "fuck". The three others were left at the table and looked at each other, William was the one who saw the tears emerge from Jane's eyes.

As Benjamin went after her, Jane's eyes never left his moving figure and they remained stuck on the blonde British when he got closer to her friend. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes at the painful sight. On the other side of the coffee shop, Ben got closer to Y/N and he carefully took her face in his hands as he whispered things for her. The girl was crying and she didn't care if anyone saw it now, she automatically hugged him and his her face in the crook of his neck. Ben felt his heart ache at the reaction of the woman he loved. Y/N could again feel her chest so tight as it was all those weeks ago when they talked about their feelings. She didn't expect to react that way just by being questioned by it, she couldn't picture herself being discovered. She loved Ben more than she had ever loved someone romantically, but Jane is her best friend and she has been in love with the actor as well.

Y/N felt like she was betraying her friend by falling in love with him, but at the same time she couldn't avoid or push him away. She was just in a very, very difficult situation.

"Babe, calm down. It's alright, I'm here with you" Ben said as his thumbs caressed her cheeks.

"But now they all know that something isn't right between us" she explained as she used her hands to clean her tear stains. "And then I freaked out. Shit, I'm so stupid..."

"Love, you are not stupid. You just got nervous..." he told her and hugged her once more. "It's alright. Trust me, we can make this work. We can fix that"

"Ben, did you see the look on her face? She already knows that something is up. She just tried to fish it out of my mouth. And guess what I just gave her?" breathlessly speaking, she looked at the man in front of her and then glanced back at the table they were at.

" Hey, look at me. Just you and I, remember? I don't care about them right now. " The man confessed as he tried to catch her attention again."I want to make sure you are alright. That's what matters to me in this moment. So please, think about yourself now.

Y/N looked at him and took a deep breath. Ben was right, she had to think about herself now. Shit had hit the fan already. Deep down she knew why she did that, she didn't wanted to be pressured by her friends. She would not be able to lie to their faces, she was never a good liar. Her throat got super dry but she had to focus on the blonde man who held her close to his chest.

"I hate that we have to do this. I hate this position" she lowly admitted and Ben barely heard her.

"I know, my love. I don't like here either, but this is what we have for now, alright?"

She nodded while she looked at him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered words of love and reassurance to the woman.

"Alright, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted that way"

"It's alright, babe. We shouldn't have to hide our feelings from people, you know?" he asked, but they both knew it was a rethorical question.

"Yeah, but we can't do anything about it now" she stated.

Ben wanted to disagree with her, but he knew that wasn't the right time. By the time they went back to the table, William and Diana had already left and Jane was the only one who stayed. The woman looked at them as they sat and looked through the cafeteria. She watched their faces and how they were acting now that there was only the three of them.

"You guys know I love both of you, right? And you know that i would accept lies from anyone except from you, right?" the girl asked the pair and they stared at her.

"Yes, Jane" Y/N was the one who answered while Ben looked at his hands once again. "You are my best friend and I would never want to hurt you."

Jane had her eyes on Ben and she saw him bite his lips as the other girl finished the last sentence. Ben's hands under the table held Y/N's and she held his just as tight. They knew something bad was about to happen.

Part 2??????

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floralfloyd · 4 years

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Itsametaphorgwil’s Masterlist

Credits to @mrhoemazzello for the beautiful header.

Started: 8th April 2020

Last Updated: 23rd February 2021 - 00:27 am GMT

Number of Works: 15

Jamestown

Series

Samuel Castell - A Field of Flowers

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Gwilym Lee x Reader

Since I’ve Been Lovin’ You (Bo Rhap writing event)

Queen

Imagines

Confidence - Brian May x Reader

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nonstoplover · 4 years

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worse ~ Gwilym Lee (song drabble)

my masterlist │ my song drabbles

song used as inspiration: new hope club ~ worse

words: 1.4K

approximate reading time: about 10 mins

a/n: a little more angsty one finally, something that's not so cheesy, not a cliché, because life's just like this. sometimes it's hard, sad and disappointing. it was weird to write something like this after the multiple happy, love-filled ones, but i kinda like how this turned out. i hope you do too!! feel free to leave feedback and request anything!

(y/n) swiftly ducked her head, cursing under her breath as she saw her ex walk in through the restaurant door after a blonde woman. Glancing out next to her friend, Jack's body she watched them walk to their table, Gwilym pulling out the chair for her (the way he did with her only a month earlier) before they giggled at each other.

She couldn't take it anymore and turned back to her companion. He was staring at her with worry in his eyes and out of nowhere an idea popped in (y/n)'s head. Just as Jack opened his mouth to ask her about the sudden change of behaviour, she hastily spoke up, voice only a little bit above a whisper.

"I need you to fake date me."

"Fake... you need me to do what ?" Jack's eyes widened in confusion. "Why?"

He was just about to turn around to see what the girl saw behind his back but her hands grabbed his shoulder to keep him still.

"Look, my ex just entered with a woman and I want him to think that I found someone else too, that when I broke up with him, I was truly over him just like I said so," the girl explained swiftly.

"But you're clearly not over him."

"I am, but that's not the point. It's that he sees that I'm with someone."

"I don't think it's a great idea."

"Did I ask for your opinion?" (y/n) snarled at him. "I just need you to do this one thing for me. Besides, I think it's gonna work. I like this plan."

Jack kept staring at her with searchful eyes, unsure of what to do.

"You're questioning my methods."

"I'm not questioning it, I'm saying it's stupid," he retorted, earning a glare back from the girl. "Okay, okay, let's do it. But you owe me one."

(y/n) let out a breath and nodded, a thankful look in her eyes.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just hold my hand over the table, I'll take care of the rest," she explained her plan. "Maybe change your body language a bit, you know, as if there was real chemistry between us or something.

The minutes passed quickly, eventually turning into hours as they continued their little act. (y/n) glanced at the other table from time to time, curious if Gwilym would come say hi and examining the blonde woman as well as the behaviour of the two towards the other. She was careful to turn her glance back towards Jack whenever her ex's eyes turned her way, which as time passed occured more and more often, she could feel his burning stare on her skin.

Gwilym on the other hand was miserable. The girl that broke up with him a month before, the girl he still had feelings for, the girl he still thought about every waking moment of his life just had to come to the very restaurant Jessica, his high school classmate and great friend who he hadn't seen in years had chosen for them to go to. And now she sitting there facing some other guy Gwilym had never seen before, occasionally giggling at each other, holding each other's hand, pressing loving kisses on his cheek every once in a while.

He felt pain sting in his chest as the proof that she had truly got over him was right in front of his eyes. This past month, he had tried to convince himself that even though it was the girl who ended their relationship, she might still had feelings for him.

It was the most grievous thing to ever feel not seeing her face for so long, not waking up to find her peaceful, sleeping figure next to him, but as he watched her be with someone else, he realised that this was much, much worse. It was the worst thing he had ever felt, a complex and terrible mixture of feelings. His body and every inch of his skin felt like it was on fire, his mind and heart was frozen and emotionless.

He'd rather not see her ever again if it meant that he didn't have to see her with other men. All he knew was that he never wanted to experience this feeling again. Being beaten up until all his bones were broken and he was bleeding from several spots sounded better than this.

From the corner of his eyes he saw her stand up and walk towards the bathrooms and he swiftly muttered an apology to Jessica before following (y/n) to the back of the building.

"(y/n)!" Gwilym called out, his voice echoing in the empty corridor just before the young woman could enter the ladies' toilet. She spun around immediately, looking at him with a pokerface, waiting for him to reach her.

"Why are you here?" The mentioned girl asked when he paused a few feet from her.

"I just wanted to talk," he replied, slightly taken aback by the harsh tone.

"Alright, then let's talk," (y/n) nodded, eyes still cold as ice. His heart felt like breaking again as he watched her watch him with such an expression. "Anything specific you wanted to talk about?"

"I-I don't know. How are you?"

"Wonderful, thank you. And I can see that you're doing great as well."

His eyes followed hers as she looked towards the end of the corridor they came from, and suddenly he realised that she probably meant Jessica. Was she jealous?

"Now, this was the huge, important thing you followed me because, or is there something else?" Her bored voice broke the momentarily silence and woke him from his train of thoughts.

"Why are you being so mean to me? Did I do something?" Gwilym felt anger bubbling in his chest. She had no right to behave like this. "You were the one breaking up with me."

"Yeah and I had a reason."

"Look, I never meant to hurt you."

"Didn't succeed," (y/n) muttered, eyes moving to the side, examining the tapestry.

"Can we meet up sometime and talk it through?" He tried hard to hide the hopeful tone in his voice.

"Depends on what you the end result of it to be," she tilted her head to the side.

"I just want to talk. I think we both deserve and need to hear the other's perspective."

"I don't know, Gwil. We hurt each other enough, don't you think? Maybe we'd only do the same this time as well, and I don't want that. I don't wanna be that hurt again and I don't want to hurt you again."

Gwilym watched as she gesticulated in a quite chaotic way, it was obvious that she was abashed as her eyes frantically moved around the small corridor they stood in. He let out a sigh, knowing that she was right.

The way they ended was nowhere close to being painless, it included a lot of screaming and shouting, calling the other names that they didn't even mean but nevertheless came out in their clouded, angry state. They did hurt each other deeply, and it was a long time coming, nothing they could've avoided.

Their ship was meant to be sunk and trying to build another would be pointless, the tides were too enormous for even the strongest, most professionally built boat.

"Alright," he announced a couple seconds later.

(y/n) was a bit taken aback for a moment, not expecting him to give up this easily. But she swiftly pulled herself together, he couldn't see her uncertainty. She wasn't over him and missed all the amazing days she spent with him, but giving in wasn't a choice.

He hurt her, she probably hurt him just as much. They just weren't fitting.

"Alright," she echoed.

Gwilym nodded, eyes taking the figure of her in once more before turning around and slowly making his way back to his table (and Jessica). Inside his head he was already thinking about a new plan, a plan that would eventually lead (y/n) and him to living in two faraway cities or even continents so they could avoid meeting and he didn't have to watch as she was going out with a new boyfriend. A plan that included him moving away in order to eventually be able to get over her.

(y/n) watched him disappear behind the corner before turning around and entering the bathroom, only one thought in her mind that she could sense with all her being.

It was the last time she saw the man.

.::the end::.

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not-another-fangirl74 · 5 years

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Look who is back!!!!

Joe 😍

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borhap-au · 4 years

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Girlfriend on a period. Gwilym Lee fanfic.

You were sitting in your room all by yourself, not wanting to see anyone. You were actually hiding under the quilt, with your phone, craving snacks. It was one of those days. And for exactly that reason you couldn’t stand anyone’s presence. Your family knew not to bother you. They knew how annoyed you were on your period. But there was one person ”new” enough not to know it. Gwilym.

He was your boyfriend for just a few weeks, and he generally managed not to see you on those days, you were both busy, so you were just texting. And over a text you always managed to be nice and funny as always. But you couldn’t control your face expressions and the tone of your voice in anyone’s presence. So when he came to your house without a warning, your mother advised him to come back home.

”What is it, ma'am? Is she mad at me?” he asked her concerned.

”No, no, don’t worry about it, Gwilym. She’s just... Having those days. She doesn’t usually like seeing anyone then. Not even her friends come here when she’s moody” he chuckled quietly.

”Don’t worry, ma'am. Maybe she won’t bite me” he joked and your mom opened the door to let him in.

”You’re coming in here at your own risk” she joked, but he shook his head.

“Not yet, ma'am. I wasn’t prepared. I’ll be back soon” he said and walked away while your mother looked at him surprised, but then closed the door and shrugged it off.

Meanwhile your mom went to your room to warn you in a way that you’re going to have visitors. She knocked on your door and came in.

“Yeah?” you muttered from under the quilt.

“Gwilym came by” you immediately panicked. You weren’t looking right for a new boyfriend to look at you. “He said he’s going to come back soon.”

You stuck your head out of your hiding and looked around. He really wasn’t here. You sighed with relief and put the quilt away. You were still in your pajamas.

“Did he say when he’s going to be back?” you asked your mom, looking through your clothes.

“No, he didn’t. But I would suspect a few minutes, twenty tops” you nodded and she put a few of your things into the drawers, to help you clean the room for a visitor, while you went to the bathroom to dress yourself in some jeans and a hoodie. It was not a day to look fancy. You didn’t wash your hair, so you made a ponytail and applied some foundation on your face. You didn’t even have the strength to do anything else.

When you came back to your room, you tidied your room fast and then waited. Two or three minutes later, Gwilym was at your door with flowers and a bag from a store.

“Hey” he smiles and kisses your lips. You kissed him back and smiled lightly. Even in your current condition, it was still nice to see your boyfriend. His sweet face made you forgot about the awful pain for some time.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I found out about your current state” you rolled your eyes and smiled a bit.

“Yeah, my mom told me she let you know. I apologize in advance if I will be moody or snarky” he smiled widely at your comment, as if it was very funny to him. You were sure he didn’t laugh only because he thought you would be mad at him for it.

“It’s alright. I got you a few things” he said and reached for the bag. You raised your brow.

“’Things’? What do you mean ‘things’? You weren’t supposed to buy me anything. And the flowers would really be enough” you protested. You liked little gifts, but also felt bad when he spent any money on you.

“Don’t worry about it. Here” smiled and officially gave you the flowers. You took them and stood up to put them in a vase.

“Those are really beautiful. I love them. Thank you” you smiled to him. “I’ll be right back” and you went to the bathroom to get some water for the plants and short after you came back. Gwilym was smiling at you and tapped the place on the bed next to him.

“Come back here. This isn’t the end yet” you sighed and put the vase away. Then you went to sit next to him and looked at him biting your lip. “Make a basket of your hands” you did that. “Well, I wasn’t really sure what you need, so here you are” he put tampons and a few different kinds of pads in your hands. You chuckled.

“Thank you. That’s really thoughtful of you. I appreciate that” you put those gifts on your bedside table. “I’m sure they’ll be useful.”

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were very happy to have a boyfriend who isn’t scared to buy tampons or pads. Some men avoid that section in a shop as if they could get period there themselves. You were glad Gwil was beyond that.

“Good then, I’m glad. And here” he gave you chocolate. You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“You will be eating it as well” you warned him.

“Alright. And those” he gave you some painkillers.

“Oh, this is a wonderful gift. I needed them so much today and they were none at home. Thank you. Really” you hugged him tightly and he hugged you back, petting your head.

“I’m glad I could help somehow. I know this is pretty basic, I’m not too creative with the choice, but my uncle always used to say that if you buy those things to a woman on her period, that would make her happy. And I wanted to make you happy. I really hope it worked” you smiled widely and kissed him. He obviously kissed you back.

“Yes, it worked. It’s great, thank you, honey” you pet his cheek. Later on you started talking about everything and anything and it actually made you forget about the pain for a while. And as soon as you felt stronger pain, you took the painkillers he brought you.

He was sitting with his back against the headpost of your bed, while you were sitting between his legs, leaning on him. He massaged your abdomen to help you get a relief from the pain. He also planted little kisses on you cheek, neck and shoulder. As soon as the pain stopped, he moved his hands to pet the side of your body, your hand, your head. He was caressing you gently, making sure you felt good, but not crossing any lines that would make you feel uncomfortable during this time. Later on, he suggested watching a movie. You chose Disney. During your period, you only watched Disney. Or Hanna-Barbera.

“But I’m warning you now. I’m definitely going to cry” he smiled a bit hiding his lips in your hair.

“Then I’ll hug you tightly to make sure you’re alright again” and that was the exact moment you thought that maybe having a visitor during period isn’t that bad. Especially since your boyfriend was goals.

“You know what I’m thankful for? That you don’t make fun of me, like a lot of boys do when their girlfriends are on their period” you smiled a bit to him.

“Honey, I’m an adult. And I do agree, men should me more understanding towards girls during those days. I don’t know how much pain you feel, but honestly, having to feel that for three, five days? Having to check your trousers every now and then? Being mad or sad without other reason than hormones freaking out? And all of that to one day make an entire human being from a scratch. Darling, women are the real superheros to me. You are my personal Capitan Marvel” you were blushing so hard you needed to hug him and hide your face from him.

“You are amazing. Thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything. You are the hero here” he smiled and kissed your head.

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innuendostyles · 5 years

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nando's & chill

!!! nandos is a very well known uk chain restaurant incase you didn’t know :)

“come on love, one more page and then i’ll take you out for dinner” gwilym said, running his hand over your cheek.

“i can’t gwil. i need to finish this.” you whispered, genuinely feeling like you could hardly breathe. you shouldn’t have left all the work til the last minute and you knew that, but somehow it still happened.

“this last page and then come for some food. that’s all, sweetheart. you can go back to it when we come back!” gwil offered.

you closed your eyes to try and relieve your headache and sighed.

“gwil, theres... so much to do. i’ve not got time.” you complained. you removed his hand from your cheek and set it in your lap, fiddling with his fingers.

“you haven’t eaten since last night, y/n.” he scolded, using his other hand to cradle the one you were holding.

“i know.” you gave a weak laugh, the energy from a granola bar last night not really giving you what you needed.

“half an hour in here.” he said as he stood up, gestering to the pile of work that surrounded the desk you were hunched at.

“half an hour, then you’re getting changed and coming with me. right?” he said, more of a statement than a question.

you nodded your head and moved forward to kiss his cheek.

“30 minutes, y/n.” he quipped his brow and you chuckled. he left the room and you got straight back to it.

you finished the entire piece of writing you had to do for your class in 25 minutes, even managing to go back and change some of the weaker words you’d used in your panicked frenzy.

you felt so good. relieved. happy. content, even! you heard gwil knock on the door and a smile appeared on your face as he walked in.

“finished it.” you said.

“knew you would, cariad.” he replied.

you closed your laptop after saving your work, scooping up all the piles of paper on your desk and putting them into the correct files in the folders gwilym had bought for you.

once your room looked decent, you took a moment to look at gwil and suddenly you were hit with a wave of emotion. you smiled at him and touched his stubbly cheek with your hand.

“nandos?” he asked and you nodded happily.

you changed from your lounging clothes into some jeans and a hoodie of gwilym’s. somehow it still looked stylish.

you took your phone off charge and put it in your bag along with some money and other stuff you had in there.

you and gwil set off in the taxi, your head resting on gwilyms shoulder the entire time. one of your friends asked if you wanted to go to town tonight, to which you simply replied the “😴” emoji.

gwilym just chuckled as you put your phone back in your bag.

you sat down in a booth of the restaurant, ordering your food to share with gwilym.

you reached your hands over the table to where gwilym sat, joining your hands in his.

“i love you.” you stated.

“i love you too, baby.” he smiled back at you.

you squeezed his hands and gave him a love-sick smile, unable to process just how much you loved this man.

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brianprobablywill · 5 years

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could you so smth about being bffs with coworker!gwil and him just constantly turning the flirt on? i think that would be cute :)

yup yup yup i love this!!!!

despite loving your job a lot, the best part of your work day was the time you got to spend in the break room with gwilym. in the last five years that you’d worked together, you’d shared your break time almost every day, and it showed no signs of stopping from either end.

you were in the midst of telling gwil about your weekend while he prepared a quick snack for the both of you. “i smile at her all the time, and she never smiles back, but yesterday of all-- what are you making?”

“a sweet treat for a sweet girl.” gwil flashed you a smile. “go on. did your neighbour finally smile at you?”

“yeah...” you drawled out, narrowing your eyes playfully. “what sweet girl, gwilly? is there someone you’re not telling me about?”

“oh, shut up.” gwil chuckled, continuing to slather something onto two slices of bread. “coffee’s probably ready.”

you relayed the remaining events of your story as you poured coffee into two mugs -- company gifts, they had your name on them in a boring font, too. You dropped a sugar cube into gwil’s mug, bringing both mugs to the table.

gwil followed suit soon enough, plate in hand. on it sat two slices of bread, cut diagonally. gwil picked one triangle up, signaling for you to do the same.

after taking a bite and savouring it, you asked, “honey butter? good god, it’s been a while since you brought it into work.”

“i know how much you like it.” gwilym beamed. “and i added cinnamon to this batch.”

“you’re the fucking best,” you said between mouthfuls.

after spending a little time making idle conversation, you’d both finally finished your pieces of bread. gwil dusted his hands clean. he put his forearms on the table, leaning forward slightly. “i’m so glad we finished our project with allwyn.”

“i am too, even though i wasn’t working it with you.” you smiled comfortingly. “does this mean,” you began, mustering up the courage to spit out a simple question. “um, does this mean we’ll get to spend more time together?”

“yes!” gwil exclaimed happily. “that’s why i was so happy. we haven’t hung out outside of work in so long.”

“yeah, i was beginning to think that alexa was becoming your new best friend.” you said softly, trying to mask your nervousness with a chuckle. you tugged on your earlobe as you waited for gwil to respond.

“hey, come on now, you know no one’s going to take your place in my life,” gwil said, his voice smooth, like butter. he reached his hand forward to envelope yours, his thumb running over the skin of your palm in small circles.

you simply nodded. “let’s get back to work now.”

“no, wait, y/n.” gwil stopped you before you were fully out of your chair. “i was serious about catching up with you. soon.”

you sat back down slowly. “yeah, me too.”

gwil cleared his throat, his eyes looking anywhere but at you. “uh, what about catching up on a date?”

“huh? like, a double date or something? we’ll have to talk to our dates, too, we can’t just talk to eac-”

“what if we were each other’s dates?”

“what?”

“yeah.”

fuck. it was finally happening. after five years of silly flirting that you’d been writing off as playful banter between friends, gwil was finally asking you out.

“sure,” you shrugged, trying to hold back a stupid grin. “yeah, that’d be cool. you and me on a date. sounds fantastic.”

“really?” gwil smiled hopefully.

“yeah, gwil. let’s decide on a time and place in a few hours, okay?”

“yeah.” he looked down, shaking his head. a huge grin was plastered on his face. “can’t wait.”

“me neither.”

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A feather light touch follows the trickles of water that are equally as soft as the fingers that trail behind them while they run down your arms, and even though the water is warm you can’t help but shiver at the contact. Lips press gentle, deliberate kisses from your neck to your shoulder as you tilt your head to the opposite side, and the hands that have now reached your wrists carefully walk their way across your damp skin until they meet in the middle of your stomach.

The steamy shower cubicle suddenly becomes a few degrees warmer when Gwilym presses his body against yours and you can feel his erect member against your supple cheek. A heavy breath escapes your lips as one of his hands disappears between your legs while the other travels up to massage one of your breasts, your skin silky smooth after having already washed before Gwil joined you. His thumb circles your nipple slowly while you feel his breathing speed up a little, then he rolls it between his thumb and forefinger adding in sporadic pinching that makes you gasp lightly.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder as he moves you forward a step and allows himself a moment underneath the stream of warm water, the droplets from him landing on your skin as well, and your hands that currently lay limp at your sides now spring into action as they glide over your thighs and back towards Gwil’s where they run up to his hips and as far around to his buttocks as they can possibly reach. Your fingers knead his cheeks with fervour while you push your hips back against stiffness, letting it sink further into the soft mound of your own cheek, and you can tell he’s enjoying the sensation when the fingers that were lightly running up and down your slit now move deeper inside to tease your inner folds.

No words are exchanged as he slowly pulls his hands away from your body and takes a step back so he can turn you to face him, and as he runs his hands through his hair to move it out of his eyes, you take a moment to appreciate his strong frame; the legs that were made for wrapping around yours in bed, the slim yet muscular torso with just a hint of a stomach when he relaxed, the beautifully carved features of his handsome face, and the thick locks of hair that you loved to weave your fingers into when you were making love so you could hold him close while you whisper how much you adore him. You meet his enchanting gaze with a smile as you step towards him and take hold of his length with a loving touch, your hand moving leisurely up and down as you cup his cheek and guide him down towards your face for a passionate kiss.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” Gwilym whispers as your tongues finally part.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you reply with a smile, reluctantly letting go of him.

He steps out first to get your towel and holds it up for you to step into and wrap around yourself, then he unhooks his from the rail and dabs his face and upper body before pulling it around himself and letting it hang low on his hips as you both make your way to the bedroom. You let your towel fall from your body so you can wipe the excess water from your hair and Gwilym throws his to one side as he moves to stand in front of you and take over patting your hair. Your hands take their opportunity to rest on his hips so your thumbs can stroke small comforting circles on his skin, then when he’s pressed as much of the damp from your hair as he can he chucks that towel over his shoulder as well.

“You’re going to have to pick them up, you know,” you warn.

“It’ll be a while before that happens,” he smirks as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.

He begins to kiss you like before, your tongues dancing around one another slowly as he squats down to place his hands at the back of your thighs so he can lift you up to rest on his hips, and you wrap your legs around him tightly as he turns towards the bed and walks you both towards it. When he takes the last couple of tentative steps after refusing to break the kiss and see where he’s headed, he lays you down gently on the covers and you unhook your legs to bring them down onto the bed and shuffle your way up to the pillows. He stays where he is, his arms supporting his upper body as he eyes you as intently as a predator does with its prey, then he crawls onto the bed until his knees are in line with your parted feet, and he lifts your ankles up either side of him so he can kiss his way towards your core. His head turns from side to side as he alternates between your legs, slowly moving from your ankles to your calves and eventually your thighs, making sure to leave wet, open mouthed kisses and small licks along your sweet smelling skin.

His tongue teases its way around the top of your inner thigh as you shudder with anticipation beneath him on the bed and you can’t help the tiny whines slipping out of your mouth when he moves that little bit closer to where you want him to be. You can feel his smile against your skin whenever you make a sound and it only turns you on further to know he’s taking it purposefully slow. He finally gives in after a minute more, diving straight into you without hesitation so he can lap, suck, graze, and kiss you towards orgasm all while he keeps his eyes firmly fixed on your face that’s contorted with pure pleasure. His hands move their way up your body until they reach your breasts and his shoulders are keeping your thighs up as they begin to shake either side of his head.

“G- Oh, hmm, Gwi-” you pant as you edge closer and closer.

“Say my name,” he encourages, briefly lifting his head so you can see his swollen and red lips.

“Gwilym!” you gasp as you release and your back arches up off of the bed, “oh, Gwilym.”

He dips his tongue inside your entrance to capture a taste of you then he carries on kissing his way up your body until he reaches your lips. You place a hand either side of his face to study the now pinkish skin around his mouth and you smile as you bring him down to your lips, licking your tongue along his before kissing him deeply. He manages to bring a hand down to his throbbing girth and push gently inside your slick core while you’re lost in one another, then his hips start moving in a steady rhythm as he fills you entirely each time, and the feel of your walls hugging him so tightly causes him to lose concentration on the kiss and rest his head in the crook of your neck instead.

Your fingers thread through his luscious locks as you hold him close and feel his hot, damp breath on your skin while you look down at the way his body moves with yours in perfect synchronicity, the muscles in his back flexing as he holds himself up to hover millimetres above your torso. The only sounds being made are the whimpers, pants, groans and skin on skin contact every time he thrusts so meaningfully into you, and you briefly close your eyes as you savour the atmosphere it’s creating around you, along with the increasingly sticky air and whiff of sex.

In all honesty you could lay here all day and all night with Gwilym like this and the beginnings of another orgasm almost make you feel sad that it will be over soon, but as he tilts his hips up so his length can pass by your sweet spot and he increases his speed ever so slightly, you can’t help but smile to yourself. Your moans get louder, his pants are increasingly audible as well, and he’s first to stutter out a long breath against your neck as he spills everything inside you which sets you off in turn as your walls tense up for their big finale and the following pulses that squeeze around him.

Neither of you move for a while afterwards, enjoying the post coital bliss that has washed over the two of you like a wave, then eventually Gwil lifts his head to reveal a joyous smile and he slides out of you so you can swap places; this time him being your cushion as you rest your head on his shoulder, wrap an arm around his upper chest, and swing a leg over his with a contented sigh.

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daemyiel · 5 years

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Only the Brave

A/N: BIG SPOILERS FOR ONLY THE BRAVE. I just watched the film and I'm still crying, I was not ready.

Ben walked in after a day of work. It wasn't too late so he assumed that you would still be up, you usually watch some tv or a film. What he didn't expect was you crying on the sofa. His face dropped and he ran to you, wrapping an arm around you. "Sweetheart what's wrong?" Worry was woven into his tone as he searched your eyes to see if he could tell what was making you upset.

"I watched Only the Brave." You sniffed.

"I thought there was something wrong." He sighed, relaxing.

"There is. You, and Thanos and Leckie. And poor Sarah from Labyrinth." Your bottom lip stuck out and tears pooled in your eyes. "I am not okay."

Ben pulled you into his chest, and a small smile pulled at his lips at your references. "Do you want to watch something else to cheer you up?" You nodded in reply. "What do you want to watch?" His hand lightly dancing up and down your spine.

"Borhap." You mumbled into his t-shirt.

"Alright." He laughed, getting up to find your beloved DVD. "Any particular reason?" He joked.

"Not really. But I do find the drummer really hot." You smiled at him, already feeling a little better.

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my-neurodivergent-world · 5 years

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A mini part of my Queen collection.

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rogertaylors-lipgloss · 5 years

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Love and Lasagna- Chapter Two

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Soft Gwil, implied smut.

Word Count: 2,593

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Chapter Two

You stretched your arms out before rolling over and nestling back under the covers. Your eyes fluttered open suddenly when you realized that you were still at Gwil’s, his tall lanky frame draped lazily around you.

It had been several weeks since he had professed his love for you and vice versa. In an attempt to avoid the suspicion of your friends, you hadn’t spent the night at Gwil’s yet. Now that was all shot to hell. You let out an exasperated groan.

Mostly, you had been hoping to avoid incurring Georgie’s own personal rendition of the Spanish Inquisition. You still hadn’t forgotten the FBI-level interrogation skills Georgie had employed the year before when you’d had an awkward one-night stand with Ben Fletcher. He was a biology major who wouldn’t stop talking about the mating practices of earthworms, but you’d been drunk and horny enough to let him take you home. Georgie never judged you, especially considering that she brought many a suitor of her own back to your shared dorm room. No, Georgie was just nosy and you couldn’t tell a decent lie to save your life.

Gwil began to stir and pulled you back flush against his chest. Nose nuzzling the back of your neck, he whispered, “Good morning, darling.” He groaned sleepily and ground his hips into your ass.

“Good morning to you, too,” you laughed, wiggling your bum in response.

“Easy there, love,” he whispered. “I’m not that kind of girl. You’ll have to buy me dinner first.”

Turning to face him, you kissed the tip of his freckled nose. “How about breakfast instead?”

Gwilym whimpered when you moved to get up and let his arm fall into the empty space you had previously occupied, grumbling as he drifted back off to sleep.

You padded into the kitchen of Gwil’s small cottage and started the coffee-maker. While the machine roared to life, you expertly navigated through his cabinets and fridge as you gathered the necessary ingredients to make banana pancakes.

The smell of coffee, soon followed by the smell of pancakes, was enough to re-awaken Gwilym, prompting him to roll out of bed and into the kitchen to investigate. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you. Your hair was messily piled atop her head, with little hairs poking out here and there. You was wearing the button-up he’d had on the day before and he immediately decided that it looked far better on you- sleeves rolled up and the hem barely covering your behind- than it ever had on him. His heart swelled. Never in a million years had he ever thought that you would ever see him as something other than your professor, yet here you were wearing his clothes and cooking him breakfast.

You piled the finished pancakes on a plate and switched the stove off. You turned around to put the dishes you’d dirtied in the sink and smiled when you saw Gwilym standing there watching you. “See something you like?” You quipped, winking at him as you set the griddle and the mixing bowl in the sink [AN: he has one of those fancy kitchen island sinks].

“Oh, absolutely.” The sleepiness he had felt melted away and he all but ran around the island to pepper kisses along your neck and cheeks. “You didn’t have to do all this for me,” he said, pulling away from you and gesturing towards the foot-tall stack of pancakes cooling off on the counter.

“It’s just pancakes and coffee, Gwil. No big deal.” But you smiled anyway. You poured herself a big cup of coffee and settled into the living room couch.

He looked at you, slightly confused. “Are you not going to have any, love?”

Shaking your head, you raised your mug. “Got all I need.”

“Interesting. Never took you for an old man, but I suppose it all makes sense now.” He laughed at your mock-insulted expression, and you rolled her eyes at him before picking up the book you’d been reading the night before.

As he tore into the stack of pancakes before him, Gwil watched you. Your hair cascaded in front of your cheeks as you took in page after page of information, your eyes flicking back and forth across the pages. He wanted to cross the room and tuck those loose strands behind your ear, but then he’d be caught staring. As usual when you were deep in thought, you were gently tugging at your earlobe, tongue darting out of your lips every so often to keep them from getting chapped. He was entranced.

Without so much as a single glance away from your book, you felt his eyes on you and couldn’t help but smile. Continuing to focus on your book, you smirked as you said, “You know, your pancakes are going to get cold, love.” Damn. Caught anyway.

A bit of pink appeared on his cheeks and he dug back into his breakfast. After he had finished and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, he joined you on the couch. Never setting down your book, you lifted it a little for Gwilym to put his head in your lap. He pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and used it to cover both of you as he laid his head back down. You used your free hand to reach down and run your fingers through his hair as you continued your reading. Gwil hummed in contentment and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I wish we could do this every morning.” Gwilym’s words made your heart sink a little.

“Me too,” you whispered. You slipped a piece of paper between the pages of your book and set it down on the table next to the couch. You pressed a kiss to his temple and continued to entwine your fingers in his hair as you gazed down into his eyes. Attempting to shift the mood, you glanced at the clock. “Shit, we have class today.”

“I’ll cancel,” he mumbled, turning to bury his face in your stomach.

“Gwilym, you know you can’t do that.” He groaned, but quickly moved his hands to tickle your ribs. A loud cackle escaped your lips, egging him on and he climbed on top of you without ceasing his relentless attack. You cried out, “Gwil, stop! We have to get dressed, I’m going to be late!”

You jumped up and left Gwilym breathless and alone on the couch. You smirked down at him, giggling at his pink face, flushed with exertion. “I am going to take shower. Unlike you, there are consequences to my being late.” You blew him a kiss before dashing out of the living room.

After a quick shower, you put your clothes from the night before back on. After a kiss goodbye, you left Gwilym alone to proceed with his morning routine and made your way back to the dorms. Your silent prayers were answered when you opened the door to find the Georgie was already in class. Digging through your drawers, it suddenly hit you that you hadn’t done laundry in quite some time. You kept digging until you finally pulled out an old Queen t-shirt, sniffing it to make sure it was clean (it was) before pulling it over your head. You tugged on your favorite pair of jeans and slid into your usual tan suede clogs. After throwing your hair into a pile on top of your head, you slipped your arms through your backpack and began making your way across campus to Dr. Hart’s lecture.

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Later that day, you were sitting at your usual spot in the basement- at your desk, surrounded by books. You usually used your office as a refuge from the hustle and bustle that characterized the rest of campus, and it was often the only place you could find some peace and quiet. Today however, the office was filled with the exact opposite. The three other TAs (Laurel Finch, Cooper Edwards, and Rob Watson) you shared your office with were all annoyingly present. You let out a distressed sigh. The closer you got to the end of the semester, the more you stressed over finishing your thesis.

“Y/N, you have to relax a bit. You’re way further ahead on your paper than I am, and God knows Barnett, Hart, and Lee all adore you. They’re sure to pass you.” Laurel tried to reassure you.

Your face flushed at the mention of Gwilym.

“Thanks, Laur. I just want to make sure it’s absolutely perfect.”

Cooper perched himself on top of your desk, knocking over some of your books. “You’ve already been accepted into the Ph.D. program at Edinburgh. What’s the point in trying so hard? Even if your paper’s shit, you’re pretty enough that old Dr. Barnett will pass you just to see if he can get in your-“

“Coop, do you ever stop talking out of your ass?” Rob snapped, and you shot him a grateful smile. “Why don’t you go, or I can explain to Dr. Hart how you were at Wildwood last week instead of in his class.” Wildwood was a local bar that proved to be a favorite of the university students. You and Laurel stifled laughs as Cooper’s eyes went wide, grabbing his backpack before rushing out of the office.

Laurel winked at you. She’d been convinced that Rob had a crush on you since the three of you guys went to a conference together in Boston last semester. Rob was tall, with a medium-build. He had long blond hair that brushed the tops of his shoulders and complimented his icy blue eyes. He was handsome, you couldn’t deny that. But you just chalked his friendliness to him being a decent human being.

Standing up, you walked the short distance over to Rob and wrapped him up in a friendly hug. “Thanks, Rob.”

Suddenly the three of you heard a knock and turned to see Gwilym standing in the doorway. He had been unlocking the door to his own office, hoping to put some books away before heading home for the day, when he’d seen Mr. Edwards storm out and was curious to see what had provoked his quick exit. He was surprised to find you (his Y/N) in an embrace with who he recognized as another TA, but one whose name he could never remember. He wasn’t typically the jealous type but seeing you with another man (a boy really) set him on edge.

Gwilym shifted uncomfortably as you carefully disentangled from Rob. “Everything alright in here?” He asked, and you were the only one who picked up on the annoyance in his tone. Your brow furrowed, wondering what could be upsetting him, but you quickly remembered that you weren’t alone. You subtly took another step away from Rob.

“Yes Dr. Lee. There was an, uh, misunderstanding between Cooper and I but Rob here was able to diffuse the situation,” You replied, meeting Gwilym’s stare with a warm smile.

He ignored it. “Right, well, just keep it down.” Gwilym turned on his heel and left, retreating to his office.

“Fuck, that was weird,” Laurel exclaimed, Rob nodding in agreement.

Still confused as to why Gwilym had acted so strangely, you replied, “Yeah, it was.”

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After waiting for the moment to pass and for Rob and Laurel to settle back into their desks, you quietly gathered your things and said a quick goodbye as you slipped out before they could ask any questions. Knowing that Gwilym would have already left for the day, you walked across campus to your car and made your way over to his house.

Gwilym choked on his tea when you came bursting through front door, forgetting that he had left it unlocked.

You found him sitting in his armchair, dabbing the steaming hot liquid that had spilt on his shirt. He let out an exasperated sigh and ran his hands through his hair. “Y/N, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Shit. I’m sorry, doll.” You grabbed another napkin off of the kitchen island and walked over to him to help him with his shirt. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

His face takes on a somber expression as he lightly takes hold your wrist and pulls the napkin from your hand and lets it fall to the floor before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips and he gently pulls you down into his lap. You curl up and nestle your head into Gwilym’s neck, his arms circling around to cradle you.

“What happened back there, Gwil?” You nudged his chin with your nose. “Have I done something wrong?”

All of the jealousy and anger he had previously felt suddenly dissipated, and he pulled you in even tighter. Gwilym brushed the hair out of your face and kissed your temple. “Of course not, love.” He sighed heavily. “I don’t know what came over me, I just got so jealous seeing you with that boy. Seeing him touching you. It just hurts to know that he can touch you in public and I can’t.” He wasn’t jealous of Rob so much as he was jealous of the fact that Rob’s touches weren’t the subject of the same scrutiny Gwilym’s would be if anyone were to find out.

You sobered at his comment, face twisting into a pained expression. You had both known from the start that this relationship would not be simple, but Gwilym had not fully prepared himself for the restraint that he would have to exercise. He wished so much that he could just wrap you up in his arms in the middle of the office, place a kiss on the top of your head in front of everyone without cries of indecency. Christ, even just to walk across campus with your hand in his would be more than enough.

You notice a small tear carving a path down his cheek and reach up to catch it with your thumb, brushing it away, but you don’t lower your hand. Gwilym leans into your touch and twists his head to place a kiss on your palm, his lips soft and warm against your cool skin. You wished as much as he did that you didn’t have to hide away your relationship. You felt as tears pricked your eyes, spilling over just as easily as Gwilym’s had. He took your face in his hands and kissed each tear that marked your cheeks.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your face as he said, “I hate having to hide you- us- away like it’s something to be ashamed of. I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I know, baby. It’s not much longer, though. Graduation is only a month and a half away.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, nodding as he took in your words. “It just seems so far away right now.”

You removed yourself from his embrace, moving to stand in front of him. Reaching your hand out to him, he took hold and let you pull him up out of the chair. Looking up at the man before you, you pressed a kiss to his lips. “Come on, love, let’s make dinner.”

He smiled, warmth flooding his body at your comforting presence. “What do you want my love?”

You giggled and pinched his side as he walked in front of you. “Anything but lasagna.”

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