#gwilym lee soft | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

illfoandillfie · 2 years

Text

Kinktober Day 24: Glove Kink

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Words: 1,344

Warnings: glove kink, leather gloves, spanking, fingering (no gloves), finger sucking, dom!Gwil, sub!Reader, car sex, i guess it could count as semi public sex too.

A/N: Can’t stop, won’t stop writing dom!Gwil

You weren’t totally sure why Gwil’s uncle had given him a pair of driving gloves of all things. But Gwil had seemed to really like them and, to your surprise, he’d actually started to wear them whenever he was in the car. At first, you’d not thought much of it. It was a little annoying when he delayed leaving because he had to pull them out of the glovebox and put them on before he’d even start the ignition, but otherwise they didn’t really warrant more than a passing remark. But, before long, you found yourself almost drooling whenever he put them on.

You’d always had a thing for Gwil’s hands. His fingers were long, his palms were big, and he could make you melt with just his touch. The gloves accentuated all of that and added in a rich leathery smell and a soft crinkle when he gripped the wheel which was just the sexy cherry on top of the hot, hot cake. And that wasn’t even mentioning the control factor. You tended to be the submissive one when you experimented with kink and the gloves made Gwil seem so authoritative and in control. Perhaps because you’d only ever seen fancily dressed men in advertisements aimed at the rich and powerful wearing driving gloves. Or maybe it was that the leather reminded you of the few times you’d played with leather cuffs and paddles. Either way it made you want to let him command you. Luckily for you, Gwil wasn’t entirely oblivious. He’d noticed how your eyes would follow his hands when he wore the gloves, how you’d absentmindedly lick your lips when he pulled them on. For a few weeks he’d been testing you a little, monitoring your reactions if he gestured while wearing the gloves or asked you to hand them to him when he got in the car. He was pretty confident you were turned on by them, so one afternoon he offered to pick you up from work to save you a trip on the underground, intending to put his theories to the test.

He, naturally, already had the gloves on when you got into the car, but Gwil made sure that he touched your wrist as he leaned over to kiss you hello. You shivered at the soft brush of the leather. Gwil acted as naturally as he could, but he made sure to keep his hands in your immediate thoughts – drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, fiddling with the radio and air conditioning, anything to draw your gaze and attention. By the time he pulled into the garage at home, you were well and truly distracted, thighs pressed together and mind full of what Gwil’s hands were capable of. Gwil put the car in park, unclicked his seatbelt and began tugging one glove off with his teeth. Confirmation of your arousal came as a soft sound escaped you, not a full moan but more than a heavy breath. He stopped, letting the leather drop from his mouth, and raised an eyebrow at you, “Something wrong?” “No, course not,” you shook your head. “Really? Because last time I heard you make that sound, I had you over my knee with my fingers in your cunt.” Your breath hitched, completely unprepared for his remark. When Gwil kept looking, waiting for an answer, you tried to explain but found that no sound would come out. It was embarrassing to be caught out like that and you weren’t totally sure you could explain exactly what was so arousing if he asked, so it was hard to know where to start. Finally, Gwil gave a jolty little half shrug, “Well, if it’s nothing.” He resumed tugging off the glove. “Wait,” you grabbed his hand between both of yours and pulled it closer so you could wiggle the glove back down, “The gloves are working for me.” “I knew it,” he grinned, “I knew you were horny about them!” You tried to shush him, glancing at the open garage door as if your neighbours would all be there listening in. The next thing you knew was a powerful scent of leather as Gwil gripped your face and forced you to look at him. It was nearly enough to put you in subspace. “Do you want me to spank you with the gloves on?” You nodded, afraid if you tried to speak it would just come out as a moan. “Alright,” Gwil pressed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose and then suddenly he was moving away, getting out of the car. By the time he was in the middle of the back seat you still hadn’t moved, dizzy with the suddenness of what was happening. “Honey, you’ll have to get out of your seat and join me back here.” “Right. Sorry Sir.” You said softly, doing as he said on shaky legs. When you reached the backseat he halted you and told you to take your pants off to save some time and hassle, and then helped you get comfortable laying over his lap.

Gwil’s gloved hand ran over your underpants softly, helping you relax despite the anticipation of what was coming. His first spank was on the lighter end but it took you a little by surprise. It felt different from when he used his bare palm, the leather adding a pleasant sensation and altering the sound of the spank a bit. You wriggled on his lap, seeking out another spank which he was only too happy to give you, letting his hand come down with a bit more force than the first time. “Thank you Sir,” you managed to gasp between the next two quick spanks. He rewarded you by removing your underwear and once again rubbing soothingly over the tingly warm patches he’d left. As one hand moved in slow circles over your arse cheek, the other dipped lower, his fingers spreading your pussy lips so he could get a better sense of how much he’d affected you. “You’re really fucking wet,” he groaned, already starting to pull his glove off with his teeth again, “Here. Hold this.” The scent and taste of leather was suddenly overpowering as Gwil shoved the glove between your lips like a gag. You moaned into it as his bare fingers found your hole and began to press into you. His gloved hand came down with another hard spank. He kept you there, caught between his two hands, the pain making you cry out and the pleasure making you moan and beg for more. Until finally, he stopped.

You’d been able to feel his cock growing hard underneath you and before too long it reached a point where Gwil could no longer ignore it. “Need to fuck you.” He managed to grunt as he gave you a final spank and pulled his fingers free of your pussy. It was a little awkward in the slightly cramped back seat, but he helped you manoeuvre around, taking the glove from your lips, getting his cock out so he could pull you onto it. He held your hips as you sank down on his shaft, both of you moaning. His gloveless fingers dug into your flesh, holding you tight as you rocked against him, fucking yourself as best as you could. But you caught his gloved hand and pulled it up, holding it in front of your face. With a needy look at Gwil, you leant forward and licked along his hand from the heel of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. “Shit, Y/N.” He groaned. But you barely heard him, much more focused on sucking on his leather clad fingers. He didn’t try to stop you, enjoying how depraved you were acting, until he was close to cumming. That was when he pulled his hand away, despite your protests, moving his gloved fingers down to rub your clit. You came quickly, collapsing forward into his chest. Gwil grabbed your hips again, guiding you to keep riding him until he came too.

#my writing #my blurbs #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee smut #gwilym lee imagine

31 notes · View notes

musecaravan-info · 9 months

Text

Carradoc Ilar Vaughn

"The earth laughs in flowers." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Gwilym Lee

AGE: OLD - but looks like late 20s/early 30s

EYES: Deep Blue

HAIR: Soft Brown; usually short and well-kept; Usually have a closely-shaved beard/mustache, as well

HEIGHT: 6'2

PRIMARY OUTFIT: Carr's modern look tends to border on 'hipster.' He wears plaid and sweaters and skinny jeans - usually in neutral/homey colors. He also usually has glasses - his vision's never quite recovered from the attack all those centuries ago.

Personality

You know that meme about all the different cinnamon rolls? He is definitely 'looks like a cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you.' Not that he would unless you intentionally threatened his clutch. Beyond that, he's open and friendly to just about everyone - even if that friendliness isn't returned. He tries very hard to always believe the best of people, but only to a degree. After all, he has a promise to keep and a clutch to protect. Those things ALWAYS come first for Carr.

Powers & Weaknesses

To avoid repetition, Go Here

Romance

Being the kind of person he is, caring for others comes easily to Carradoc. Romance on its own is easy for him, and he's likely to welcome anyone who displays that kind of interest (if he feels the same.) However, actual intimacy is on an entirely different level. To allow that, it would likely have to be someone he cares about just as much as he cares about his clutch. And that could only happen with trust and time.

Where to Find Him

The most obvious place is his flower shop. However, it's possible he could be found out the the forest gathering various supplies he can't grow himself, etc. Or maybe in a nearby park? Coffee shops are also possible. Dragons like coffee... or this dragon does. ;) Or perhaps any occasion where someone might've ordered flower arrangements - a party/wedding/funeral/etc.

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

In Carradoc’s clan, every dragon had their specific duties. His duty was special -revered- and he didn’t have to earn it or even fight for it. His job was the result of his unique genetic condition - he was born with fully developed and fully functional male and female sex organs. As far as the clan was concerned, it made him (and several other dragons with similar genetics) perfect candidates for guarding over the eggs while they hatched, and raising the younglings after being born.

Carradoc always took his job with the utmost seriousness. He loved looking after the eggs, and helping the younglings to learn about their way of life. But then his clan - the last in Wales - was attacked by humans…humans with magic. When their Queen finally realized they were going to lose, she ordered Carradoc and the other clutch caretakers to rescue as many eggs as they could and flee. He was the only one that survived…and only just barely. He sports a long, jagged scar on his back which starts on his left shoulder and stretches diagonally all the way down to just below his right hip. One of his wings was permanently damaged, and flying causes him immense pain.

Now, in the modern age, Carradoc watches and waits. When will the eggs hatch? He doesn’t know. In the chaos of escape, he paid no attention to such things; he only grabbed what he could carry and fled. He fears that even once the younglings are born, he won’t be able to raise them properly in this technological world. But he knows he has to try. Until then, the dragon runs a quaint floral and herbs shop to pass the time. He tries to keep a low profile - and live a ‘normal’ human life. Typically he is soft spoken and well-mannered, but make no mistake if you so much as hint ay a threat to his eggs, you’ll see a side of him that will leave you quivering in fear. He will do whatever it takes to protect the clutch.

Historical Verses

Carradoc has been around for quite awhile. If you'd like to RP with him in something other than a modern timeline just ask. I'll be happy to plan something out with you.

Fantasy Verses

While Carradoc isn't a fandom OC, I'm happy to put him in a specific fandom if that's where your muse comes from. Just talk to me about it, and we can try to figure out how to make it work.

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Carradoc isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

Liv:

Hocus Pocus Magic Potions (Dresden!Verse)

Sophia:

Not As It Appears (Historical!AU)

Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

Carradoc has a massive scar on his back that spans from one shoulder diagonally down to just below his hip on the opposite side. It's a magical wound and the scar always looks (and feels) like it's freshly healed. In his human form he usually hides it and accepts the pain and twinges. In his dragon form, he's lost the ability to fly. He still has his wings, but the act of trying to lift himself up off the ground is excruciating. It's possible the pain he's in will be shown, or thought about, or mentioned in passing in almost any RP. How much you have your muse know/react to that magical injury is entirely up to you. :)

Normally, Carradoc is taking care of 5 unhatched dragon eggs. Our RP doesn't have to revolve around the eggs hatching... but it can if that's a plot that interests you.

If we're writing in a verse where Carradoc is human, he will ALWAYS be a single father of six. Yes. SIX. (One of the eggs has twins inside, which is SUPER rare for dragons.)

I'm not really keen on any plots where any of the eggs get destroyed. That would literally RUIN Carr, and I'm not willing to do that amount of damage to his psyche.

Links

Please keep in mind, this blog is an ongoing work in progress. Not all of these links may lead somewhere, but they're here because they link to potential tags for this muse.

All Things Carradoc

Headcanons

Drabbles

All Threads

Ask Replies

Meme Replies

Aesthetics

Face

Special Links

Original Blog

Carradoc's Home

Carradoc's Kids

Return To Full Muse List

0 notes

borhap-au · 4 years

Text

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.

62 notes · View notes

likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

Text

More pics I took of Gwilym Lee as Edgar for your viewing pleasure part 2

16 notes · View notes

gwilymleeschesthair · 2 years

Text

i REALLY want to cuddle/hug gwil while he’s wearing a hoodie

#gwilym lee #he would look so soft and comfy…#AND nice to snuggle with

4 notes · View notes

thosequeenboys · 4 years

Text

🎶 Walk Like a Man, Talk Like a Man 🎶

These lyrics came to me for these photos, though I interpret them differently than the classic Four Seasons song they’re from. Each of these boys has walked/walks his own personal and professional path, sharing part of that journey together. And each uniquely and boldly expresses his masculinity - often shattering stereotypes. 💕

282 notes · View notes

queen-stan-queen-fan · 4 years

Text

Why...

WHY WILL WE NEVER GET THE SCENE

#borhap fandom #borhap cast #borhap boys #borhap #ben hardy is my relgion #cardboard ben #ben hardy radiates such soft vibes is makes my heart go uwu #ben hardy #rami malek #pretty sure gwil is brian may with short hair #gwil lee #gwilym lee #joseph mazzello #joe mazzello

145 notes · View notes

deakyfloofhair · 4 years

Text

NEW SOFT CONTENT ALERT

#soft stans arise #joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #this is so cute #ben hardy #rami malek #gwilym lee #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #queen #dad!joe

123 notes · View notes

ncutii-gatwa · 3 years

Text

honestly gwilym lee is the one that gives me the most husband vibes of any actor ever

#random emma thoughts #gwilym lee #he's such a soft husband #i wont get over it

4 notes · View notes

megalony · 4 years

Text

Growing soft

This is a Ben Hardy mini-series I am going to be working on, based off of a request from the lovely @storiesfrommirkwood I hope you all like it.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogermeddow @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @jonesyaddiction @ambi-and-sunflowers @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @peterquillzsblog

Ben Hardy masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Ben has always been set on the idea of not having kids, but when (Y/n) becomes a surrogate for Gwilym and his wife, Ben wonders if he really is sure about no kids after all.

Enjoy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Despite the apprehension and concern in his voice, there was no denying the small surge of anticipation and excitement that could be heard in Gwilym's voice. He was trying very hard not to let that excitement get the better of him in case this didn't end up going in the direction they were hoping for, but he couldn't dull it down completely.

His hand tightened around the glass resting on the table but it did nothing to stop the way his whole frame was beginning to jitter from nerves. They had never gotten this close before, they'd never reached this point in all the other times they had tried and somehow it just seemed too good to be true.

"I'm sure."

Those two little words made Gwilym's heart feel like it was rising into his throat and caused a huge swarm of butterflies to erupt in his chest like his body was being pumped full of helium and he was rising to the ceiling. He knew there was still a long way to go and things could happen and go wrong along that journey, but the fact was this journey was finally taking off. They were no longer planning and daydreaming about this, it was actually happening. All because of (Y/n).

Lifting her eyes from her glass that her fingers very lightly tracing around, (Y/n) couldn't help the way she began to shake from the bubbling excitement inside of her like she was about to explode. A grin slowly but surely took over her features and a laugh escaped her lips when she looked at two of her closest friends sitting opposite her at the table.

The pure joy she could see in Amy's eyes was nothing like she had ever seen before and her smile widened as she watched Amy's arms wrap around Gwilym's bicep and she shook his arm like she was desperate for his attention.

"We're having a baby." Amy whispered the words in ecstasy to the man sitting beside her before her eyes darted over to (Y/n). Without even thinking, she reached across the table and took (Y/n)'s hand very tightly in her own to the point she was cutting off her circulation to show her just how happy and thankful she was for what (Y/n) was about to do for them.

Amy and Gwilym had tried for a year after getting married to have a baby before switching to IVF but every effort had either been dashed or ended in heartache. Needless to say, it had been a harsh blow to the stomach when they had to come to the conclusion that having a baby of their own wasn't going to happen naturally. But they just couldn't think about adopting until they'd explored every possibility and their last effort was a surrogate.

Having someone else go through the pregnancy for them wasn't what Amy had initially wanted, she wanted to be the one to experience the scans and the kicks and the labour. But this was the only way she and Gwilym were going to get a child of their own.

They'd talked with three other people before (Y/n) had offered to help and now it seemed like they were going to get their wish.

"What about Ben? Is he gonna be okay with all of this?" Gwilym's smile dimmed down just a little when his friend suddenly came to the front of his mind. Gwilym knew Ben well, he knew he could be both laid back and passionate and involved in everything at the same time and he knew Ben had different views and opinions and was broad minded. But he had no clue how Ben would react to this kind of situation, after all it was his wife who would be having a baby for someone else.

"We've talked about it and he's completely fine with this, I swear. He even said he'd come to the scans, so..." (Y/n) trailed off with a shrug of her shoulders and a small but gentle smile on her lips.

She knew what she was walking into here and everything that would come with this.

She would be going through nine months of changes and then labour, all to end up without a baby, but that was okay with her. (Y/n) also knew it was going to be in the media a lot when people eventually found out she was pregnant but then realised after the birth she wouldn't be walking around with a baby at the end of things. It would be awkward for Ben too if he had interviews during the pregnancy and ended up telling people it wasn't really his or (Y/n)'s baby.

But (Y/n) wanted this, badly.

Ben didn't want kids. He didn't feel he would be a bad father, he actually liked kids and was great with his niece and nephews and he knew he would be a good dad. But it simply wasn't what he saw for his future, at first he put it off because he wanted to focus on his career but now it just wasn't what he wanted. Ben liked things as they were, he liked being married to (Y/n) without kids in the mix and he liked travelling and working a lot, kids didn't come into the dynamic at the moment and he wanted to keep it that way. He had no need or craving for kids like his friends all did.

(Y/n) knew from the beginning that kids wasn't likely to happen for her and Ben and that was okay. She and Ben were busy, they had work and they did a lot of travelling together and it was nice, just the two of them so she tried her best not to think too much about not having kids.

But (Y/n) couldn't deny to herself that she wanted a baby someday, and giving Gwilym and Amy a child was the perfect situation. Ben didn't have to worry about changes or think about kids because the baby wasn't theirs and (Y/n) knew things would be the same after the baby was born. She could experience a pregnancy like she always wanted and give herself a small taste of motherhood as well as the satisfaction that she had helped her closest friends in the best way she possibly could.

It was a win win situation for everybody.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Baby, you okay?" A soft smile formed on Ben's lips when his eyes found (Y/n) standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Ben placed his cup down on the counter he was leaning against before he straightened up instead of being slouched over the counter.

(Y/n) didn't look upset or confused or hurt but she did look a little off, like there was something playing on her mind and she felt she had to talk about it. The smallest, kindest of smiles pulled at her lips and it made Ben's heart both melt and jump at the same time. He couldn't tell if her smile meant she was okay or if there was actually something wrong she was trying to dull down or ignore. His eyes watched her contently as she leaned her head against the door frame and crossed one leg over the other in a manner that always managed to capture his full attention without meaning to. A few seconds passed without any words before (Y/n) sighed and moved one of her arms that had previously been held behind her back.

"It worked." (Y/n)'s smile turned to one of both worry and nerves as she placed the positive pregnancy test on the counter for Ben to see.

(Y/n) had been more than surprised when she first brought up the subject to Ben and he seemed almost absolutely fine with it. He admitted it was going to be weird if (Y/n) decided to go through with it but he was by no means opposed to the idea. It was her body and her decision and Ben thought it was one of the most generous things for (Y/n) to do for Gwilym and Amy.

The smile that formed on Ben's lips relieved a weight that was beginning to press down on (Y/n)'s chest and when he motioned for her to come over to him, she obliged immediately. Walking the small distance over to where he was standing, (Y/n) pushed her head into his chest as her arms bound around his torso. Shivers ran down her spine when his arms wrapped around her and she felt him kissing her temple but he was smiling into the kiss.

In all honesty, (Y/n) hadn't expected to get pregnant the first time around, they had all been told that it had a probability of not working on the first go. But she was relieved that it had worked, she didn't fancy having to try again and again until the embryo finally started to form. The quicker this whole process went the better it would be. (Y/n) knew there was still a long way to go since she was only two months pregnant and there could be any number of complications or she could lose the baby. But she was going to relish in the relief and delight she was feeling right now.

She couldn't wait to see Gwilym and Amy and tell them the good news.

"Are you sure you're okay with all this? It's not going to be easy or very fun..." (Y/n) tilted her head up until she could rest her chin on Ben's chest in order to look at him properly.

"Sweetheart, I promise you that this is okay with me. I may not want kids of my own, but this isn't our baby, I've got nothing against you doing this." At the end of the day, Ben couldn't tell (Y/n) what she could or couldn't do with her body, he would never dream of doing that. He knew she was giving him a lot of say in this decision because it involved him and they were married, but it didn't affect Ben.

Ben may not want kids himself but he had nothing against kids or babies in general, he was very good with the children in their family. He thought t was admirable to have a baby considering all of the things it would put a woman's body through. It just wasn't something he could see for himself.

This wasn't their baby and he didn't think of it as if it was their child. They didn't have to get anything prepared or buy and baby clothes or change their lives for this, it was just nine months of a few moderate changes. Ben thought it was both admirable and brave of (Y/n) to put herself through this all for someone else so they could be happy. There were far too many people who wouldn't even consider being a surrogate to help others out.

Leaning up on her toes, (Y/n) moved her arms that were previously around Ben's waist so she could cup his face and press her lips to his own. She had known from the beginning that Ben wouldn't be angry or annoyed or downright refuse her doing this, but it made her heart explode knowing just how easygoing he was about this and how caring he was. Ben wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable or resentful or put off about this and that was more than she could ever ask of him in this situation.

After all, he was going through this process with her, Ben was going to see his wife have a baby for someone else and that wasn't exactly normal or an everyday occurrence.

"Thank you." (Y/n)'s voice was quiet and gentle and a genuine smile formed on her lips when they pulled back. She brushed her thumb over his cheek as she felt his hands moving to hold her hips. They stayed like that for a few minutes in a peaceful silence until (Y/n) pressed another kiss to his lips before eventually pulling away so she could go and get a drink.

Ben turned around and leaned his back against the counter before he picked up his coffee, his eyes following (Y/n) as she headed over to the fridge.

"I'll have to book the twelve week scan soon." (Y/n) mused quietly whilst she grabbed the juice and got a cup from the cupboard on her left. Thinking about the scans really made it sink in that this was happening but (Y/n) didn't quite know how to feel about this. Growing up she had always told herself she didn't want kids but that had changed when she got older. When she married Ben she was fine with not having kids and now she could have the experience just once, even if she wouldn't get a baby at the end of it.

It was going to be weird going to scans and having to remember it wasn't really her baby she was having. It shared none of her DNA and none of Ben's either, it was Gwilym and Amy's baby that they had longed for since they first got together.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Ben noticed the way (Y/n)'s hand tightened around her glass like she thought it was about to slip through her fingers before she spun round on her heels to face him.

When they had first discussed this and Ben had said it was fine with him, he had offered to go along to any scans or checkups so (Y/n) wasn't doing it alone. (Y/n) had already talked about this kind of thing with Gwilym and Amy and they had agreed when (Y/n) asked if she could go to the scans alone. She would obviously tell them all the updates and give them the scan photos and such, but she wanted to do it on her own. It would feel too awkward with them there and they had said that it was perfectly fine because this was (Y/n)'s experience too and they didn't want to make it uncomfortable for her.

But when Ben first offered to come along, (Y/n) didn't think he was serious or that he would actually go through with it. She thought he was trying to be supportive but when the time came, he might feel too awkward to actually come along.

When (Y/n) turned around to face him, she saw the genuine look in his eyes and the almost cheeky smile on his lips showed he wasn't messing her around or asking out of nervousness or because he thought he should. He genuinely wanted to if she wanted him there.

"Really?"

"I can't have you going alone, what will the doctor think?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Alright, if you'd like to take a seat we can take a look at your little one." The slightly aged but very bright midwife moved her hand to gesture to the bed she wanted (Y/n) to lie on before she moved to set up the monitor.

Both (Y/n) and Ben shared a silent but knowing look between them before they walked over to go and sit down. It had already been agreed between the couple that if the midwife or doctors didn't know about this being a surrogate pregnancy, they wouldn't correct them. It would waste too much time and be too annoying to have to explain that this wasn't their baby, it was actually their friend's baby they were just 'looking after' temporarily.

(Y/n) knew it was going to be so much easier to just turn up to scans and checkups with Ben and just pretend this was their baby. It saved a lot of hassle and awkwardness.

Moving over to the bed, (Y/n) sat up and stretched her legs out whilst Ben sat down on the seat next to her. When she turned to look at him, (Y/n) could see the curiosity in his eyes that were flitting between her and the monitor. He'd never been in this position before and he never imagined that he would be, but he couldn't deny that it made his stomach burst with adrenaline.

Ben watched (Y/n) roll her shirt up but when he noticed her dragging her nails across the bed she was lying on, he reached over and took her hand. He could see the nervousness rattling through her whole body to the point she was almost shaking and he knew why.

Gwilym and Amy had been waiting for this moment for years and they truly didn't think this would ever happen. Ben could see how nervous (Y/n) was in case the midwife told her that there was a problem or she'd lost the baby or had had a phantom pregnancy. She didn't want to upset or let her friends down and it was making her panic when she had no reason to.

(Y/n) barely felt the cold gel pressing onto her stomach, her eyes simply zoomed in on the monitor and waited for the black and grey picture to become as clear as it would to her untrained eyes. This had to of worked, she didn't want to go back to the hospital to try again, she didn't want to feel the disappointment or grief and she certainly didn't want to see her friends heartbroken at her failure.

"There's your baby."

Ben couldn't feel his chest moving or any breaths leaving his lips when those three little words hit his ears. They felt so odd in his mind because this wasn't his baby, it wasn't even (Y/n)'s baby despite her carrying it. But those words made his heart clench so tightly he thought for a brief moment that he was having some kind of heart attack.

This wasn't their baby... but what if it was?

What if they had been sitting here waiting for their baby to come on the screen, what if they were actually seeing their own baby on that screen?

Ben had never thought about it like this before, he'd always just had a feeling or a knowing sense that he didn't want kids. He loved (Y/n) to the ends of the Earth and he didn't feel a yearning for a baby, he just liked it being the two of them. But there was something about the small little blip on the screen that was tugging at his heartstrings. He couldn't help but wonder what this would all be like if they weren't here solely for Gwilym and Amy.

It never escaped Ben's notice that (Y/n) was in two minds about children. He could always see how on some occasions she looked at kids and it just didn't click in her mind, she didn't feel anything. But then other times, on small occasions, he could see that yearning in her eyes that he'd never felt before... until now.

Why was that one little blip on the screen making Ben question something he thought he knew for certain?

#ben hardy #ben x reader #ben hardy imagine #dad! ben #imagine #BoRhap #gwilym lee #gwilym imagine #growing soft

87 notes · View notes

demo-wise · 4 years

Text

Morning

Summary: What it’s like to wake up with each of the BoRhap boys with kids!

Pairings: BoRhap boys x fem!Reader (but could be read as gender neutral)

Warnings: None, only an overload of FLUFF

Word Count: Average per part is 484, total is 1.8k+

A/N: So this came to me when I was seeing these edits of one of the boys with a baby! I think it was Joe. Those edits were made by the lovely Sofie ( @drivenbybri ), so thank you for this! The first one, not gonna lie, is my favorite! But I’ve been meaning to do something for the BoRhap boys and this concept makes me so happy. So enjoy!

f/c/n = female child name

m/c/n = male child name

Joe:

You were awoken that morning by the giggles of your little ones practically pouncing on your poor husband, shouting in his ear, “Get up, daddy!”

Joe let out a quiet groan from behind you, releasing you from his grip where he was spooning you and grabbing one of your kids by the waist - your five-year-old little girl, f/c/n - and sitting up, letting his fingers move across her stomach to tickle her, her giggles filling the room and making you smile sleepily, forcing yourself to wake up completely and beckon your little boy, m/c/n, over, and chuckling a bit as you watched him crawl over to you on all fours with a little grin on his lips. He looked just like Joe. You scooped the babbling one-year-old up in your arms and pressed a kiss to his little nose, swinging your legs over the bed and standing.

“Joe,” you called, drawing the attention of the love of your life, that goof, who had tucked f/c/n under the covers next to him and was practically back to sleep.

“Hm?” he mumbled, still rubbing his eyes. You subconsciously let a smile creep up onto your face.

“I’m gonna go get m/c/n his breakfast, can you bring f/c/n in?” you asked, and Joe nodded, standing up and watching as his little girl sat up and gave him grabby hands.

“Up, daddy!”

Joe grinned and took her little hands in his and wiggled them a little.

“You want a piggy-back ride?” he asked, and f/c/n eagerly nodded, making Joe laugh and turn around, kneeling on the floor.

He brought a hand to his mouth as if he were holding a loudspeaker. “All aboard for the kitchen! I repeat, all aboard for the kitchen!”

F/c/n laughed again and did her best to clamber onto Joe’s back, fastening her little arms around his neck and waiting for him to stand. He held her ankles for support and stood, making an exaggerated ‘chugga-chugga’ sound while he passed you out the bedroom door to go to the kitchen. You laughed to yourself when you heard Joe from the hallway.

“Do any of the passengers want pancakes?”

“Yes!”

So blessed, you thought to yourself as you pressed a kiss to m/c/n’s tummy, making him giggle, and carried him into the kitchen to join the train conductor for pancakes.

Ben:

The sound of the baby crying wasn’t a pleasant thing to wake up to, but here you were. You groaned into Ben’s neck and moved to get up, but he stopped you, squeezing your hip gently and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“‘S alright, love. I’ll take care of him,” he mumbled, his deep voice laced with sleep. You called out a ‘thanks’, feeling him get up, the mattress shifting underneath his weight, and walk out of the bedroom and into the nursery. For a bit you tried to fall back asleep, which, should’ve been easy, as the baby had worn you out considerably since you’d brought him home about four months ago, but you found that you couldn’t. You creaked your eyes open and let yourself get used to the light filtering in through the curtains, then sat up against the headboard. You glanced to your right to check the clock that rested on the bedside table. 7:52 am. That was a new record for your little boy, usually he would’ve issued the wake-up call about an hour or so ago. You pushed the covers off your body and stood, taking a moment to stretch, before you decided it wasn’t fair to let Ben deal with m/c/n all by himself, and walked to the nursery down the hall.

As you got closer, you heard the familiar crying of your baby, and Ben’s quiet voice, soothing him with gentle words as he offered him a bottle. The sight you were met with was one that you always adored. Ben was still relatively new at being a father, so m/c/n wouldn’t always take a bottle from him, as he was used to being fed by you. But somehow Ben would never get stressed or anxious, just tried in any way he could to calm the baby down. His back faced you as he gently bounced the infant in his arms, rubbing his back while your little one continued to cry, despite Ben’s best efforts.

“Ben,” you called from behind him, and Ben turned to see you, relief flooding his features. He didn’t get anxious when m/c/n didn’t cooperate, but you could see this time he was slowly losing his cool. “I’ll take him, love,” you said quietly, reaching your arms out for the baby. Ben gave you a grateful smile, and walked m/c/n over to you.

“You want your mama?” he cooed to the baby as he reached you, handing m/c/n over and giving you a peck as a thank you. You gently cradled your child in one arm, taking the bottle from Ben in the other, and proceeding to feed m/c/n without any fussing. You smiled at the sight when your little boy took the bottle and held it to his lips, while you moved your other arm to support his fragile body.

“How do you do that, y/n?” Ben asked, a certain tone of awe in his voice. You glanced up at him with a small smile, lightly shrugging, so as not to disturb the baby.

“I dunno, I think he’s just more used to me,” you replied, to which Ben’s face fell.

“Am I not doing a good job? From being away so much with work and all? I-” you cut him off with a gentle ‘shush’.

“No, Ben, you’re doing perfectly. He’s only four months old, and he’s so used to being fed by me solely, so it’s only natural for him to gravitate towards me. I promise, it’ll get better,” you reassured him, and though Ben might not have entirely liked your answer of ‘it’ll take some time’, he nodded, and came to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your torso to watch m/c/n start to drift. Ben leaned in to press a kiss to the side of your jaw, giving you a gentle side hug.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “both of you”

Gwilym:

You were awoken, miraculously, to Gwilym, pressing a kiss to your forehead and lightly shaking you. You gave him a sleepy smile and forced yourself to open your eyes to look up at who must be the most gorgeous man in the universe.

“Good morning, dear,” he greeted you gently, as you sat up and leaned against the headboard, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Hi, Gwil,” you returned the greeting sitting up a bit more, “Where are the girls?” you asked, suddenly remembering that they’d usually be the ones to wake you up, attacking you and Gwilym with hugs. Gwilym gave you a smile.

“They’re right here,” he gestured to the empty doorway, and when nothing happened, you furrowed your brows, giving Gwil a questioning look. Gwilym sighed, dropping his hand against his thigh.

“I said, they’re right here!” Gwilym said, a bit louder this time, and once again, gestured at the door, when your twin girls came rushing in, one carrying a plate of eggs and bacon, and the other one carrying a glass of orange juice, both of them handing them to you before practically trampling you with those hugs you mentioned earlier. You smiled and hugged them back, narrowly knocking over the orange juice before reaching one hand out to set the cup and plate on the bedside table, before giving both your four-year-olds a kiss on the forehead. They both wore the brightest grins, and you saw Gwil lean down between them, whispering a quiet, ‘one, two, three’ before your eardrums were ambushed.

“Surprise!” they all yelled in unison, making your smile grow, looking between your two girls.

“Thank you! Who planned this?” you asked, giving Gwilym a pointed stare, while he discreetly shrugged, and your girls both shouted ‘me!’. It made you laugh again, and press kisses to both their foreheads. You looked to Gwilym.

“What’s this all about anyway?” you asked, the smile never once leaving your lips.

Gwilym shrugged, “You’ve been doing so much work around here lately, so the girls and I decided to make your morning special,” he explained, and though you’d convinced yourself your grin couldn’t get any bigger, it grew just a bit more at his words. You’d just gotten the cabinet’s resurfaced, since the old wood was practically breaking down, and you were also having a harder time at work than usual, making both your days and nights stress-filled, while Gwil was left on the sidelines, wanting to help, but not really being able to. Yet here he was, with your daughters, making it better already.

“I really appreciate this, loves,” you focused your attention back on your girls, who still wore wide grins, “But you know what I’d appreciate even more?” your twins both gave an excited nod in question.

“If you’d all mosey yourselves back in this bed and have breakfast with me,” you said, and the girls giggled, nodding, and rushing out the door, supposedly to get their own plates, which Gwil had surely made for them and left out in the kitchen. Gwilym stayed in the room though, climbing in the bed next to you and leaning in to kiss your temple as you began to situate yourself with your breakfast.

“I love you,” you told Gwil, but before he could respond, you cut him off, “but you should really make sure the girls don’t drop any food when they come in here,” you warned him, and Gwilym laughed, turning your head with his gentle hand to press a sweet his to your lips, smiling into it.

“Will do, ma’am,” he joked, moving to guide the twins as they made their appearance in the doorway, almost dropping their food from running. Once your girls got settled in between you and Gwilym, you moved a hand to rub gently up and down f/c/n’s back, looking up at Gwil.

“You know, if this is what you do on an ordinary day, I can’t wait to see what you’ll do for special occasions,” you laughed, and Gwilym gave you a smile over top of the girls’ heads.

“You’ll just have to wait and see”

You chuckled quietly before leaning down to kiss your daughter’s head returning to your food, feeling like the luckiest person in the world, blessed with two beautiful daughters that you and Gwilym adored, and the most wonderful man you’d ever met.

Taglist:

@yourlocalmusicalprostitute @fairestkillerqueenofall @johndeaconshands @alienflorb101 @bentaylorrogerhardy @26-7-49 @muralskins @what-wicked-delights

177 notes · View notes

bohemiansweede · 4 years

Text

Sunday ❤️

Queen 👑

Maylor ♂️ ♂️

Bohrap 🎥

#queen #roger taylor #brian may #queen band #queendom #john deacon #roger meddows taylor #bohemian rhapsody #my edits #freddie mercuy #bohrap #bohrap boys #gwil lee #gwilym lee #rami malek #joe mazzello #joseph mazzello #soft sunday #sunday

17 notes · View notes

musecaravan-info · 9 months

Text

Meet My Muses

So, I've recreated this section to the best of my ability. But because there's so much info for each of my muses, and because of the way I've organized the original page (and made it easily sortable) I really recommend using the web version of this link if at all possible. :) That said, if you absolutely have to use this mobile version, then I've chosen to alphabetize by fandom and then by first name. Any fandomless OCs can be found in the 'Fandomless' section. For more information about a muse, click on their name. That will take you to a separate post with oodles more info. :)

American Revolution

ISAIAH THOMAS Faceclaim: Zachary Quinto Type: Historical Figure Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Isaiah was apprenticed to a printmaker at the age of 5. By his 20s, he was in deep with a group calling themselves the Sons of Liberty. They often used his printshop for meetings, and his paper, The Massachusetts Spy, was constantly on the verge of being suppressed. Isaiah was looking to become a part of history... and he did.

Dream Daddy

ROBERT SMALL Faceclaim: (If Needed) Jay Tavare Type: Canon Character Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Robert is a rebellious, quick-witted widower who's reluctant to take anything too seriously. Emotional availability isn't really his thing, and he'd rather spend his nights drinking or cryptid hunting than deal with his problems. He's the epitome of the 'jerk with a heart of gold' trope, but getting to know him well enough to find out isn't easy.

Dorian Gray

BASIL HALLWARD Faceclaim: Ben Chaplin Type: Canon Character Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: Homosexual Basil is the artist who painted Dorian Gray's infamous portrait. Trapped in a society where even he was never able to fully accept himself, the artist expressed his forbidden love in the only way he was able. A love which eventually led to his ruin.

Fandomless

ALEJANDRO MANOLO RAMÍREZ MONTOYA Faceclaim:�� Antonio Banderas Type: Original Character Species: Pesanta; Demon Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Alejandro is a demonic creature born of a human and a succubus. He needs to feed in much the same way as his mother, only instead of feeding off of lust, he feeds on fear - or more specifically, nightmares. After spending several centuries as a slave to a dark wizard, Alejandro now struggles between what he is and who he wants to be.

ARTHUR CIRRAKOS Faceclaim: Alexis Georgoulis Type: Original Character Species: Werebear Gender: Male Orientation: Homosexual Born in Ancient Greece, Arthur began life as a relatively normal human. But the gods work in mysterious ways. By the age of 35, he was immortal... and a were-bear. (It's a long story.) Soft-spoken, and a little people-shy, he often prefers the company of animals, but if someone need's help, there's no one better to ask.

CARRADOC ILAR VAUGHN Faceclaim: Gwilym Lee Type: Original Character Species: Dragon Gender: Intersex (Identifies as Male) Orientation: Pansexual Protect the clutch! Those were the last orders Carradoc's Queen gave before dying. But dragon eggs take a notoriously long time to hatch. While he waits, Carr is doing his best to stay safe, but the scars on his back require him to seek out help now and then. How will he EVER manage FIVE dragonlings when the eggs finally hatch?!

CLÍODHNA Faceclaim: Lea T Type: Original Character Species: Kelpie Gender: Trans Female Orientation: Pansexual Kelpies are dangerous creatures, and not just because they feed on human flesh. They have a charisma - an aura that exudes both grace and power... that makes humans long to possess them. Clíodhna is no exception - and she knows it. She's a woman who knows what she wants and takes it - a woman not to be trifled with.

CONOR Faceclaim: Vidyut Jammwal Type: Original Character Species: Barghest Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual Once, Conor was a houndmaster. One day his new lord beat one of the dogs to death. In a fit of rage, Conor beat the man bloody and then set the dogs on him. Before he could flee, Conor was found out and put to death. The next night he was resurrected as a barghest... with an entourage of ghostly hounds at his side.

EALDWINE Faceclaim: Idris Elba Type: Original Character Species: Witch Gender: Male Orientation: Demisexual Ealdwine is a witch - none of this ‘warlock’ stuff, thanks. And no, he didn’t have to sell his soul to anyone to get his powers... sort of. It's a long story. These days, Ealdwine runs a pub called “The Tree of Life” where he mostly keeps to himself. However, for the right price, he can brew you up something special.

LLYR Faceclaim: Kevin Ryan Type: Original Character Species: Selkie Gender: Male Orientation: Homosexual Llyr made the mistake of falling in love with a human man. As soon as his lover discovered where he hid his skin during their trysts, he stole and then sold it (and Llyr) to a traveling witch. Llyr wasn’t able to escape until a young human girl gave her life to kill the witch. He’s never forgiven himself for the girl’s death.

RHYS MADDOX Faceclaim: Ioan Gruffudd Type: Original Character Species: Human; Psychic Gender: Male Orientation: Demisexual Rhys is a psychic who doesn’t look at all like what you'd expect. He's used to people not taking him seriously (even others in his own field) but doesn't really mind (and it never stops him from helping if he can.) Treat him with kindness and you'll have a friend for life, treat him poorly and you just might find unexplainable clawmarks on your ankles...

SAM WARREN Faceclaim: Valorie Curie Type: Original Character Species: Human Gender: Genderqueer Orientation: Asexual Sam's childhood wasn't an easy one, and she grew up determined to never show weakness. Devoting herself to self defense, she now prides herself on being a skilled fighter in multiple techniques. Although she often comes off cold, Sam really just needs people willing to take their time with her, willing to show her she's safe with them.

Harry Potter

GAIL ADDAMS Faceclaim: Janeane Garofalo Type: Fandom Original Character Species: Witch Gender: Female Orientation: Demisexual Gail is a Slytherin witch who's DONE and DONE with the Wizarding World. She's perfectly happy to spend her life with Muggles running a (mostly) normal bookshop. However, she also longs to free her twin brother of his lycanthropy and spends all her free time working with potions in the hopes of finding a cure.

REMUS LUPIN Faceclaim: Joe Anderson Type: Canon Character Species: Werewolf; Wizard Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Remus Lupin has spent his whole life fearing what he is... what he's capable of. Although some are willing to overlook his curse, too many more shun him for it. He lives his life expecting to be treated poorly, and pleasantly surprised whenever someone is willing to accept him - curse and all.

SEVERUS SNAPE Faceclaim: Adrien Brody Type: Canon Species: Wizard Gender: Male Orientation: Demisexual Severus always felt like life had it in for him. He accepts that some of his failures are due to his own choices, his own flaws... his own mistakes. Now, he tries to atone for them... but war is coming and he must walk a very fine line between 'professor' and 'deatheater' if he's to be of any use when the time comes.

Labyrinth

SARAH WILLIAMS Faceclaim: Jennifer Connelly Type: Based on Canon Species: Human Gender: Female Orientation: Heterosexual At 16, Sarah was whisked away on a magical journey. Now she's a grown woman working to make the most of her life. Things may not feel as magical these days, but her books about a distant labyrinthine realm are beginning to sell... and at night she still dreams of winding passages and someone who's just out of reach.

Mythology

CATH Faceclaim: Colin Farrell Type: Original Character; Based on Myth Species: Cath Palug Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Cath was Morgan le Fey's familiar. Some of the stories about him are true… some aren’t, but he served his mistress faithfully for many centuries. Now that her death has freed him, he has little desire to aid another. These days he works freelance - using magic to manipulate the Black Market just enough to keep himself comfortable.

FINN ILIOS Faceclaim: Amy Adams Type: Original Character; Based on Myth Species: Dragon Gender: Female Orientation: Pansexual Twins are a bad omen. Abandoned by their clan, Finn and her brother Ty had to fend for themselves. Eventually, she became the protector of Apollo's main temple... while her brother went down darker paths. Now, those days long behind her, Finn tries to live in the moment... but worry for her wayward kin is always in the back of her mind.

GELERT Faceclaim: Paul Bettany Type: Original Character; Based on Myth Species: Dog Shifter Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual He began life as a normal dog, but the Fates wove Gelert's life into something wholly unique. After being murdered by his master, the hound caught a faerie king's eye. But faeries are fickle, and he eventually found himself immortal and cursed. Now Gelert lives a mostly nomadic life as he tries to make the best of what's happened to him.

GWYN AP NUDD Faceclaim: Richard Armitage Type: Original Character; Based on Myth Species: Faerie Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Gwyn is the kind of faerie the stories warn you about. He's clever and cruel, and will use any means necessary to bend you to his will. And if he can't bend you; he WILL break you. He rules his realm with a bloody fist and an iron grip. No one is more skilled at making cruelty seem like kindness.

OBERON Faceclaim: David Bowie Type: Original Character; Based on Myth Species: Faerie Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Once the faerie king of Hollow Earth, an attack on his homeland thrust an iron-weakened Oberon into the Human realm. Unable to return home and missing a HUGE chunk of his memories, the former king has settled into a mostly quiet life in the Smoky National Park region.

OWAIN AP NUDD Faceclaim: Richard Armitage Type: Original Character; Based on Myth Species: Faerie Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Twin brother to Gwyn, Owain grew up never realizing who he was. Faerie? Yes. But all else was kept from him - just as his existence was kept from his brother. When Gwyn discovered Owain's existence, he saw only a threat, and acted swiftly. Cursed and trapped, Owain still knows nothing, and has yet to find someone willing to help him.

TYPHON ILIOS Faceclaim: Jake Hold Type: Original Character; Based on Myth Species: Dragon Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Ty is a dragon who revels in everything life has to offer. He makes the most of his wealth and has no qualms about using it to get women and men into his bed - sometimes at the same time. On the surface, his life is an eternal party, but underneath it all, he's riddled with insecurities and will fight fiercely to keep anyone from uncovering them.

Overwatch

COLE CASSIDY Faceclaim: (If Needed) Josh Holloway Type: Canon AU Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Years after a deal with the feds went horribly wrong, Cole Cassidy is just an ex-con trying to keep his nose clean. He spends his days working in a tattoo parlor, and his nights trying to forget the past. He’s not looking for trouble - can’t afford it. However, more often than not, trouble seems to do a damn fine job of finding him.

GABRIEL REYES Faceclaim: (If Needed) Oscar Isaac Type: Canon Character Species: Human (mostly) Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Escaping an ill-spent youth, Gabriel joined the military young, and it put him on a path he never could've anticipated. Super soldier - Omnic Wars Hero - Blackwatch Commander. Gabe's life has never really felt like it was his own. Now, 5 years later, even he's not sure what his motives are anymore... or where his loyalties lie.

Quantum Leap

SAM BECKETT Faceclaim: Scott Bakula Type: Canon Character Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: Demisexual In 1995 Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into his quantum leap accelerator and vanished. Trapped in the past, facing mirror images that aren't his own, he's driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. Leaping from life to life, Sam strives to put right what once went wrong, and hopes each time his next leap will send him home.

Red Dead Redemption

ARTHUR MORGAN (High Honor) Faceclaim: (If Needed) Roger Clark Type: Canon Character Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Arthur will be the first to tell you he's not a good man. He's beaten, robbed and even killed people who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But even a bad man has the capacity for change... doesn't he? If he wants it bad enough? Past wrongs can't be rewritten, but maybe he can still leave this world better than he came into it.

Supernatural

BENNY LAFITTE Faceclaim: Ty Olsson Type: Canon Character Species: Vampire Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Vamps with Benny's story are a dime a dozen. One day he was just living his life, and the next he woke up with a hunger he couldn't sate. Then he met a human woman who made him CARE again. But all good things... Now that Dean Winchester has given him a second chance at life, Benny is trying to make the most of it.

DEAN WINCHESTER Faceclaim: Jensen Ackles Type: Canon Character Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Dean Winchester hunts the stuff that everyone else refuses to believe exists. If he doesn't do it, who will? Ghosts, vampires, demons - he's seen it all. Most of the time he's got his brother, Sam, by his side... and most of the time that's enough. But even someone like Dean can long for something more now and then.

GABRIEL Faceclaim: Richard Speight, Jr. Type: Based on Canon Species: Archangel Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Heaven is a prison and Hell is a tomb. Gabe decided he didn't want to be a part of either - so he hid. Assimilated. Laughed and loved and tried to forget. It wasn't enough, and he paid the price. Now, he doesn't even remember who he used to be. He's just a baker with some odd powers that he tries to keep on the downlow.

RONNIE BRENNAN Faceclaim: Zooey Deschanel Type: Fandom Original Character Species: Shapeshifter Gender: Female Orientation: Demisexual Ronnie is a shapeshifter with an aversion to shifting. She'd give anything to just be human. Since that isn't possible, she does her best to live a human life - using her 'chaos-causing' skills to digitally go after deserving individuals. Always on the move, she uses her free time to enjoy the natural beauty of America.

TONY CASTLE Faceclaim: Silas Weir Mitchell Type: Fandom Original Character Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: Demisexual Born and raised in the small town of Jefferson, Texas, Tony was content with a laid-back career in law enforcement and the love of his high-school sweetheart. They were expecting their first child when a shifter shattered their world. With nothing left to lose, Tony began delving into a hidden world, challenging everything he thought he knew.

Return to Mobile Links

0 notes

joe-mazzello-archive · 4 years

Note

not because this is what i’m doing this or anything but what about watching a pixar movie with you and joe’s kid and gwil and his wife’s kid for the first time. a big family sleepover! 🥺

UGHHHH okay so

of course it’s joe’s idea. gwil had mentioned offhand over facetime that he and his wife were headed to the states with their rambunctious five-year-old rhys to see his wife’s family in pennsylvania. new york was practically next door, so what if they added your house to their itinerary? that would give you the ability to finally meet mrs. lee after practically a year of only interacting through Instagram, and you could hopefully forge a friendship between april and rhys.

all the adults are on board as soon as the idea is proposed, so you busy yourself prepping the house for visitors while joe figures out the logistics of their travel, insisting he foot the bill for their rental car.

as soon as they’re through the front door, the two little ones are inseparable, april pulling rhys away to her room for a game of “restaurant”, leaving the four of you to relax with a bottle of wine in the living room, catching each other up on each other’s lives.

joe cooks the lot of you a big italian feast, filling the dining room with plates of spaghetti, homemade marinara, garlic bread, and salad. it takes a team effort to convince the kids to put a pause on their activities to join you for the meal, but you secretly love how close they’ve gotten already.

despite their size, the two little ones command the attention of the group throughout most of the dinner. april excitedly informs the table that she found out rhys likes star wars too, and the two of them ran around pretending to be flying x-wings. rhys entertains the table by reciting lines from the movies, insisting he was going to be an actor someday like his dad and his uncle joe. you swear you see joe tear up at the moniker.

later that night, the six of you settle against the couch, april perched in joe’s lap, clad in footie pajamas while rhys settles between his parents, rocking dino pjs that joe insisted were the coolest pjs he’d ever seen, earning a huge smile from the young boy. cuddled up in blankets and pillows, the group of you watch moana until the little ones can barely keep their eyes open. noticing rhys brought his sleeping bag, april insists she uses hers instead of sleeping in her bed, explaining “it’ll be like we’re camping inside!”

once you confirm the lees are comfortable in the guest room, you climb into bed with joe, who hasn’t stopped smiling since the threesome arrived.

“we should do this again,” he announces as you snuggle into his side, resting your head on his chest.

“well, april’s concept of ‘camping inside’ gave me an idea...”

#i am SO SOFT #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #joe mazzello x reader #shut up regan #joemazz mini

36 notes · View notes

freddiesaysalright · 4 years

Text

Soft in Love Part 1

A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic

Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.

Word Count: 2.6k

Tag List: @psychosupernatural, @someone-get-a-medic, @bensrhapsody, @deakyclicks, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @minigranger, @crazyweirdocalledfriday, @benders-diamond-earring If you’d like to be added, let me know!

A/N: Well, you all voted, and here it is! The promised fic! I hope you all enjoy.

Warning(s): None. Just some eye contact and the beginnings of pining!

Part 1 here we go!!!

Gazing out at the auditorium, you swung your legs back and forth as they dangled over the edge of the stage. Your classmates chatted among each other, but you were content in your own thoughts. You preferred not to speculate on why Professor Bennett was so late. Since she was thirty-seven weeks pregnant, it could be anything.

“D’you want to run lines with me, Y/N?” came the voice of Sloan. “Might as well be productive while we wait.”

You turned your head and smiled at your best friend. “Yeah, sure.”

Pulling your knees up, you got to your feet, grabbing your script off the stage. You headed downstage with Sloan. You flipped to a scene you had together, of which there were plenty. You were playing sisters Esther and Rose Smith in Meet Me in St. Louis. You decided to pick the scene before the party in the Smith’s home. You started.

“I’m going to let John Truitt kiss me tonight,” you began.

“Esther Smith!” she gasped.

You shrugged. “Well, if we’re going to get married, I may as well start it.”

Sloan shook her head. “Nice girls don’t let men kiss them until after they’re engaged. Men don’t want the bloom rubbed off.”

“Personally, I think I have too much bloom,” you read. “Maybe that’s the trouble with me…”

Sloan opened her mouth to read the next line, but at that moment, the door burst open and two men walked in. One, you recognized from the department - Dr. Hugh Curtis. An elderly man that loved his job far too much to retire. He was also helping out your class by playing Grandpa in the show. The other man, much younger than Dr. Curtis, but older than you and your classmates, you didn’t recognize. He was handsome with angular features, rich brown hair, and startling blue eyes. He was tall as well. His eyes found yours and you inexplicably blushed.

“Holy shit,” Sloan said under her breath. “That’s Gwilym Lee.”

You pulled your eyes away from his blue depths and looked at your friend.

“Who?” you whispered.

She rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Y/N? Gwilym Lee, the actor. A famous one.”

“I’ve never seen him in anything,” you returned with a shrug.

“He was in Bohemian Rhapsody just last year,” she remarked.

“I never saw that,” you reminded her.

When the men reached the class, you and Sloan stopped your whispering debate and focused on them. Your eyes lingered on Gwilym, whose striking face made you feel so incredibly...something. You weren’t sure what. Attraction? That seemed too obvious. Desire? That wasn’t really like you. Attachment? You hardly knew him.

“Good morning, everyone,” said Dr. Curtis. “I’m pleased to announce that Professor Bennett went into labor last night, and delivered a healthy baby boy.”

Andrew, your other best friend and co-star in the show, whooped loudly while the rest of the class politely applauded. You and Sloan exchanged excited smiles.

“Yes, yes,” Dr. Curtis went on, quieting everyone down. “Mother and baby are perfectly well and are expected to go home from the hospital tomorrow. Unfortunately, since she is now on maternity leave, she’s unable to teach this class and direct your show. To replace her, I called in a dear friend and former student of mine, Mr. Gwilym Lee.”

Everyone clapped again as Gwilym smiled bashfully and looked around at the class. When his eyes met yours again, you nearly stopped breathing. His face seemed to freeze as well, but he quickly shook his head and cleared his throat. Then he looked at the other students.

“Hello, everyone,” he said with a friendly wave. “I’m very excited to be with your class. Luckily, you’re only a week into the semester, so I hope I don’t have too much catching up to do.”

“We’re lucky to have you,” Edith, your older classmate, spoke up. She was around thirty, and was going to college later since she had children so early in life. “If you need any help, catching up, you can always ask me.”

Gwilym smiled kindly and nodded at her.

Sloan leaned over your shoulder and whispered in your ear, “Desperate, much?”

You bit back a laugh. You didn’t enjoy making fun of Edith, but she did have such a superiority complex about being the oldest in the class. She was also a bit more experienced, acting in small productions outside the city. But she was awfully confident for someone who had never actually starred in anything. You could almost hear how everyone else rolled their eyes.

“Thank you, Edith,” said Dr. Curtis. “Now, this class is only seventy-five minutes, we’ve got to begin rehearsal.”

Gwilym looked over at you and your friend, willing you to catch his eye again. You didn’t. He sighed and wondered why that disappointed him so much. That first moment of eye contact had him reeling. You were captivating and beautiful. And he didn’t even know your name.

The woman named Edith tapped him on the shoulder, pulling him out of his reverie.

“I’m Edith,” she said, sticking out her hand.

“I gathered,” he returned, shaking it.

She giggled.

“It’s nice to meet you, Edith,” he said. “Gwilym.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” she replied, raising her eyebrows at him.

“Who are you playing in the show?” he asked, becoming slightly uncomfortable under her gaze.

“I’m Katie, the maid,” she told him, and he detected some bitterness there.

“That’s great,” he said. “I think I’m gonna just - well - introduce myself to everyone else.”

Dr. Curtis saved him further by grabbing his arm and insisting on the exact same thing. To Gwilym, it was like torture as he made his way from small group to small group, slowly approaching where you stood with two other students. You laughed and his heart skipped a beat. He hardly even heard the other students’ names or the parts they were playing. Finally, they made it to your group.

“This is Sloan, she’s playing Rose,” Dr. Curtis said. “That’s Andrew, and he’s playing John Truitt.”

Gwilym shook their hands.

“Wonderful to meet you,” he said.

“And now, we’ve saved the best for last, the star of our show,” said Dr. Curtis with an excited clap. “Y/N Y/L/N, who is our Esther.”

You held out your hand with a dazzling smile, and Gwilym shook it. A shock went from your palm to his, something only the two of you could feel. The warmth of familiarity went through your veins.

“Nice to meet you,” you said nervously.

“You as well,” Gwilym returned.

“Y/N is a bit of a diamond in the rough,” Dr. Curtis said. “She’s normally so quiet, you wouldn’t expect her to be an actress. But you put her on a stage with lights and an audience and she shines like the star over Bethlehem!”

“Dr. Curtis!” you replied, a deep blush turning your cheeks pink.

“Well, it’s true,” he insisted. He looked at Gwilym. “Such talent. And at just twenty-two years old!”

Gwilym’s chest tightened. Twenty-two. That made him thirteen years older than you. He forced all thoughts of your beauty down, tucking them away forever. Besides, you were a student and he was your teacher, at least for this semester.

“She’s graduating in December,” Dr. Curtis went on. “We’ll be very sorry to lose her. But I’m sure we’ll see her soon enough on Broadway!”

Your eyes remained fixed on Gwilym’s face. His expression shifted when Dr. Curtis had mentioned your age, but you couldn’t put your finger on the emotion. You figured that was expected. You hardly knew how to phrase what you were feeling.

“Who knows?” Gwilym said. “Maybe she’ll come to the West End.”

“If you steal this girl from New York City, we will never forgive you,” Dr. Curtis teased.

The two of them walked away together, Gwilym looking back at you just once more. You offered a soft smile before he turned away.

“Well,” said Sloan with a sigh. “I bet you’d let him kiss you before you were engaged.”

You elbowed her.

“Shut up!” you groaned. “He’s our teacher. That’s weird.”

“Not that weird,” Andrew pointed out. “There’s like, loads of porn out there about just that.”

“Ew!” you replied. “You just made it even weirder.”

He shrugged. “I’m just saying!”

“Well, don’t just say,” you said. “You guys are being ridiculous.”

You ignored the skeptical look they exchanged.

Finally, Sloan’s sister arrived with her daughters, Lily and June, who were playing Tootie and Agnes (the youngest Smith sisters) in the show, respectively. With them there, you could start from the beginning.

You were basically doing another read through. It was so early on, and this was Gwilym’s chance to see each of you read as your characters. Since Dr. Bennett’s husband was no longer able to play Mr. Neely the iceman, Gwilym filled in. A jolt of excitement went through you at seeing a real actor like him perform. Though you weren’t familiar with his work, he was still in exactly the career you wanted for yourself. You made mental notes of everything he did as he read. You quickly saw just how talented he really was.

As class drew to a close, Gwilym was giving everyone pointers. Edith thanked him excessively. You and Sloan met each other’s gaze and you both rolled your eyes.

“Y/N,” Gwilym said as he came to you for his critique. “Excellent work today.”

You paused, waiting for him to give you something to improve on. When he didn’t you just lowered your head and thanked him, blushing again.

“Right, well, since we’ve only got five minutes left, let me just say, I’m very excited about this semester,” Gwilym said, looking around at all of the class. “I think this is going to be a wonderful show, and I feel incredibly…” his eyes found yours and he froze. “Lucky. I really look forward to seeing how the semester goes.”

The whole time, he had held your gaze. When he looked away, he dismissed the class. You quickly retrieved your things and hurried out of the auditorium. The feelings you got when he looked at you were terrifying, especially considering the positions you were in. You inwardly scolded yourself. There was no way a man like that would be interested in you. He was too handsome, too successful, and too...too much older than you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Andrew called as he and Sloan jogged to catch up with you outside. “Why are you sprinting out of here?”

“Sorry,” you muttered. “I just...I need to get to the library.”

“For what?” Sloan asked.

“For a secret rendezvous with Gwilym,” Andrew joked.

During class, Gwilym had asked that you not refer to him as “Professor” or “Mr. Lee.” He wanted everyone to use his first name. His justification for which was that you were all adults. This wasn’t a lecture hall, and he considered the show something collaborative between himself as the director and the class as cast and crew.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you snipped. “Edith was the one drooling over him.”

“Oh, God,” Sloan chuckled. “I hope we haven’t abandoned him to fend her off on his own.”

“Nah, Dr. Curtis is there,” Andrew replied. “He’ll swat her away if he has to.”

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?” Sloan asked. “You look rattled.”

“It’s just…” you trailed off. You spotted the perfect excuse emerging from the theater as well. “Daniel.”

Daniel, who played your brother in the show, was your ex. You performed together in a showcase last semester, and had fallen for each other while rehearsing “We Kiss in a Shadow” from The King and I. But over the summer, when he went home and you stayed at school, he cheated on you. When you found out, you ended things immediately. He didn’t protest.

“Oh,” Sloan said with understanding. “It sucks that he’s in the capstone class with us.”

“Don’t worry about that cheating asshole,” Andrew added. “You’ve got one last semester here, and you should just enjoy it.”

You smiled. “You’re right, I should.”

“Now come on,” he said. “Let’s get to the dining hall, I’m starving.”

You started to follow your friends. Then, Gwilym and Dr. Curtis came out of the auditorium. Gwilym’s eyes - as if drawn by some magnetic force - found yours once more. He grinned and waved. You wiggled your fingers back shyly. Your heart rate quickened and you took a deep breath to try and steady it. You watched Gwilym go until he disappeared around the corner.

“Y/N?” said Andrew. “You coming?”

You shook your head to clear it.

“Yep!” you assured him, and hurried over, following your friends.

You didn’t see Gwilym shoot you one last look over his shoulder.

After lunch, you did go to the library. You needed to pick up a couple books for a paper you were writing on Shakespeare in another class. You loved classics, so you’d jumped on the opportunity to take a class entirely on the famous playwright. Sloan and Andrew had other classes, so you were on your own as you perused the shelves, scanning the spines of the volumes until at last you found the one you were looking for.

“Good choice,” said a voice from behind you, making you squeak and jump with fright.

You whipped around to come face to face with Gwilym. It was actually more like face to chest. He was well over a head taller than you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “Didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“You didn’t,” you lied.

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“You just surprised me, that’s all,” you said. “Anyway, I’m glad you approve. I’m writing a paper and validation of sources is important.”

“That is important,” he agreed.

“What are you doing in the library?” you asked.

“Browsing, really,” he said. “Since I’ve got so much time off, I’d like to read some more.”

“Time off?” you questioned. “You’re teaching a class.”

He shrugged. “I’m really acting as more of a director. Not that I’m complaining. But, I’ve always thought about teaching.”

You smiled. “I think you’ll be great. We’ll learn from you no matter what.”

He felt his cheeks warm. “Thank you.”

“You do have a sort of professor-y vibe,” you said. “I mean, your blazer has elbow patches on it.”

He laughed and you felt your heart race.

“It is sort of dorky isn’t it?” he joked.

You looked earnestly into his eyes.

“I didn’t say that.”

You looked at each other for another long moment. You felt certain that his eyes would be the death of you. That he would one day look a moment too long at you and your heart would explode out of your chest.

You cleared your throat.

“If you’re looking for something good to read,” you said, killing the moment. “Try that one.” You pointed to a book on the next shelf. “It’s about Shakespeare’s sonnets and how they reflect his view of women. Interesting stuff.”

He pulled it delicately down and looked it over.

“I think I will,” he said.

“And when you’re done, you can tell me your thoughts,” you blurted out. “And we can talk about it…”

He smiled kindly down at you. “I’d like that very much.”

“Great!” you said, just a little too loudly. “Sorry. Um, that’s great. But I’ve got to get to my next class, so I’ll see you on Thursday?”

“Unless something drastic happens, you will,” he replied.

You grinned. “See you later...Gwilym.”

His name rolled from your tongue comfortably. With one last meaningful look, you disappeared from behind the shelf. He stood there, book in his hand, stricken by how much you already affected him.

“Y/N…” he said to himself. Then he smiled. He really was looking forward to this semester.

236 notes · View notes