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breakfreefromyourlies · 5 years

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With a taste of your lips (Part 5) – Reader x Gwilym Lee

Summary: You landed your first pretty big job on the set of the BohRap movie, what could go wrong? Except your feelings?

A/N: I am so excited for this chapter. This is my fav yet. I had so much fun writing it and I have alway wanted to write a karaoke scene. I hope this will make you dream and want to sing haha. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of it and if you want to be added to the tag list. And remember that English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are grammatical mistakes.

The gif is Gwilym looking at you while you perform.

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Words count: 2.1k

Your eyes were still locked with Gwilym’s. His confession dropped on you like a bomb and you were not sure to realize what was happening. There was so much you wanted to say but you wouldn’t know where to begin and you definitely didn’t want to do it in front of Ben and Joe.

“We can leave if you two need to keep talking.” Ben said, noticing that something serious was taking place.

“No need, I said what I had to say.” Gwilym replied. His cold answer made your heart ache.

“Well perfect, because we are… GOING OUT!” Joe let out with great passion. “We want to celebrate your promotion Y/N and well it’s always a good idea to go out. The first round is on me.” He added before winking at you.

“Great because I definitely need a drink, or four.” Gwilym added, looking away from your direction, not realizing that he didn’t even know about that promotion.

“Lucy, Rami and Allen are coming too. So Y/N? What do you say?” Joe asked, his enthusiasm making you have a light smile on your face.

You knew that the following day was off and you definitely didn’t want to be alone tonight so you agreed wholeheartedly.

“What Joe didn’t tell you... is that we are going to a KARAOKE BAR!” Ben said with a big smile on his face.

At least it would make you forget a bit about that roller coaster of a day.

Gwilym and you were silent the whole ride to the bar. It was definitely not the same for Ben and Joe as they began singing in the car which lighted up your mood a bit even though you still felt a knot in your stomach.

You finally arrived to the place after what felt an uncomfortable ride. Allen, Lucy and Rami were already around a table and waved in your direction as soon as they saw you coming.

The place had an eccentric vibe that you very much appreciated. It was quite crowded and you almost regretted agreeing to come and sing in front of all of these people.

“I’ll have a vodka shot!” Gwilym ordered to the waiter before even being fully seated.

“Ok you were not joking when you said you wanted to drink.” Ben said to him. Gwilym let out no expression on his face.

“Come on Gwilym, we’re here to have fun. Don’t make that face all night.” Joe added, giving him a light kick on the arm.

“I’ll take one too.” You told the waiter. Alcohol was exactly what you needed at this very moment.

“Wow I see we’re not kidding here. I’ll take one three.” Lucy said with a huge smile on her face.

“You know what? Let’s all have a bloody shot!” Ben shouted, bumping his fist on the table.

Five minutes later, everyone was ready to drink the beverage in front of them.

“To the best crew ever!” Rami toasted, his drink up, followed by all of you. The taste of alcohol burned your throat. As you came to your senses, you felt Gwilym’s glaze on you before catching him looking away instantly.

“So who’s going first?” Allen asked, excited to judge the performances.

“I’d say the woman of the hour should go first.” Joe said with a smirk on his face before adding “It’s your time to shine Y/N!”.

“Asshole” you replied, laughing. “If I go first, I definitely need another drink.” You stated before ordering a cocktail. You drank almost all of it before going on the empty stage in front of the whole bar.

“YEAH Y/N/N, SHOW THEM WHO’S THE STAR!” Ben shouted, making you laugh.

“YAS QUEEN!” Lucy added, waving her hands in the air.

You felt the alcohol starting to increase the temperature of your body and inhibit your control. Your cheeks were turning a soft red so you decided to take off your jumper and threw it to the table where your friends were.

Gwilym’s breath became heavier as he watched you carefully on stage. His eyes were wandering from your face to your whole body. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted you now.

Going through the list of songs available, you picked one of your favourite by Britney Spears. You took a deep breath before facing all the tables full of strangers and the one with your friends.

“I want to dedicate this song to you Joe. I know how much you love me but I’m sorry I think I did it again.” You smirked.

You didn’t even have to look at the lyrics on screen to sing along to the melody. You knew the song by heart and you were fully focused on giving the performance of a lifetime.

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I think I did it again

I made you believe we're more than just friends

Oh baby

It might seem like a crush

But it doesn't mean that I'm serious”

You channelled your inner Britney Spears and took the entertainment very seriously. You moved as if you were in a music video.

Strangers were clapping and singing along with you. Every single one of your friends were dancing and singing except for Gwilym. You catched his eyes. He was so focused on you that you lost track of the song for a few seconds before regaining attention to the lyrics.

“Cause to lose all my senses

That is just so typically me

Oh baby, baby

Oops, I did it again

I played with your heart, got lost in the game

Oh baby, baby

Oops, you think I'm in love

That I'm sent from above

I'm not that innocent”

“She’s quite something, isn’t she?” Joe said, turning his head to face Gwilym.

“She is.” He replied, keeping his glaze fully focused on you. He just wanted to go on that stage and kiss you with all the passion he had in him. The way you let yourself go, having fun and being fully yourself made him fall even more. His heart was beating faster and faster, the drinks emphasizing his desire.

As you finished the song, everyone in the bar clapped and complimented you but it didn’t matter as long as the only cheering you needed was there. You spotted Gwilym standing while clapping his hands with a soft smile on his face. It was the first time that you were seeing him smile in a few days and it immediately melted your heart.

As you came back to the table, Joe and Ben immediately run towards the stage, ready to perform their duet on “Purple rain” by Prince. They had developed an obsession for this song during the shooting and grabbed any occasion to sing it together.

You ordered another cocktail as you sat down.

“You should go easy on the drinks Y/N/N.” Gwilym advised you but you knew you needed more. “And great performance you did out there.” He added, smiling softly before saying “Roger and Brian should definitely consider taking you on tour with them.”

This made you smile.

“Don’t mess with me Gwil.” You replied, bumping your shoulder in his arm. You missed feeling this close to him. “It’s nice to see you smile again.” You added, looking at his lips for a brief instant before looking back at his eyes. Your bodies were close and you could smell his perfume from where you were. You wanted to forget everything around you two and just enjoy his presence next to you but Ben’s and Joe’s cover of Prince’s hit made it very hard not to laugh. They took their performance very seriously. You decided to cheer them as loud as you could, Gwilym following your action.

As the night kept going, a few other customers took the stage and performed many songs you loved. Even Rami and Lucy decided to give it a chance and sang “Total eclipse of the heart” with such passion that everyone in the bar were cheering them. Allen was enjoying his judge role way too much, making you laugh even more.

….

The evening had passed so fast you hadn’t realized that the seventh of you were the only people left in the bar. It was 1:00am and you were exhausted of the long day and all the fun you have had tonight.

As you said goodbye to Rami, Allen and Lucy, Joe and Ben were about to go too.

“You guys are not leaving?” Joe asked you and Gwilym as you were not moving from your seats.

“I just finish my drink and I’ll go.” Gwilym replied, looking at his almost empty glass.

“I’ll stay with him. Just want to make sure he doesn’t try to steal the mic and start singing a song by himself.” You added, chuckling while looking at Gwilym’s face.

“Well, have a nice night then!” Ben said with a smirk on his face. You looked at him with a wince.

You were now the last two people in the bar. The bartender was busy wrapping everything for closure.

“Why don’t you sing to me one last song before we leave?” Gwilym asked you out of nowhere, taking you by surprise.

“You already heard my amazing voice tonight, are you sure you truly want to hear it again?” You asked, not knowing if he was actually serious.

“Yes, I do.” He replied, not thinking twice.

“Well, I’ll see what I can find.” You whispered, leaving the table to go on stage.

Scrolling through the hits, you knew exactly which one you wanted to sing. You took the mic and placed yourself right on stage across from Gwilym. His eyes were devouring you, giving you shivers through your whole body.

The slow music began and you took a deep breath before starting. Singing in front of Gwilym only stressed you more than in front of a full bar.

“Baby, can't you see

I'm calling

A guy like you should wear a warning

It's dangerous

I'm falling”

Your voice was nice and slow. You knew that the cover of “Toxic” by Britney Spears was exactly the song you wanted to sing to Gwilym. The lyrics matched all of the feelings you felt for him.

“There's no escape

I can't wait

I need a hit

Baby, give me it

You're dangerous

I'm loving it”

Your body was moving slowly, your hands holding the mic with much intensity. Gwilym’s throat was getting tighter and his breathing more and more difficult. It took all the control in him not to stand up and take you on that stage at this very moment. He was hypnotized by your whole being.

“Too high

Can't come down

Losin' my head

Spinnin' 'round and 'round

Do you feel me now?”

As you continued singing, you began to go down the stage and walked with a slow pace towards Gwilym. Your heart was beating faster and faster.

“With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic I'm slippin' under

With a taste of the poison paradise”

You had arrived at the table where he was. Without looking away from your lips, he moved to the side of the seat to give you some space next to him.

“I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic?

And I love what you do

Don't you know that you're toxic?”

You sat down, your legs touching his. The tension was so strong that could not keep singing. The instrumental kept playing as you let out a long sigh while looking a Gwilym’s lips.

“Remember when you told me during the rehearsal of the “We will rock you” scene that you would give me anything I want. I just had to ask?” You asked him, under your breath.

“I do.” He answered almost instantly, fully focused on what you were about to say.

“Well, I want you to kiss me.” You whispered, not thinking about anything else than how Gwilym’s lips would feel on yours.

Without any hesitation, he placed his right hand on your left cheeks and gave you the most passionate kiss you had never had in your life. His lips were hot with a subtle taste of alcohol. You had completely forgotten where you were. You put your hands in his hair as he let down his left hand on your waist. You were burning inside. You knew that if you two were alone at this very moment, you would lose complete control of your actions.

As he parted from your lips, his breath being so heavy, he looked at you with all the desire in the world and confessed “You can’t imagine for how long I have dreamed to do that.”

You also had wanted this for as long as you could remember. Except, you would never have thought it would be more incredible than what you had imagined before.

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cantfindagoodusername2017 · 6 years

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My eldest child is 18, 5 foot 2 inches tall and size 8 in clothes.

Two men twice her weight and age tried to abduct her.

She’s fine. She came home.

I want to vomit, smash something. I’ve been told I can’t, because my child came home uninjured.

If she had been further away from home it would have been different.

If she had been on the other side of the street it would have been different.

If her headphones had been working it would have been different.

She got lucky.

You hear the two Police Officers that are sitting in your living room going through what happened step by step. Going over it again and again, the same questions worded differently, again and again. Your brain forces images at you, of TV appeals, the Smiling School picture, of parents crying. You can’t remember all of their names, just that none of them came home. You want to vomit.

We teach children about bad people, sometimes strangers, sometimes not.

If there is a shop go to the person behind the counter. Go to the nearest house with the lights on. Shout fire as loud as you can. People will always come out when they hear that. Kick and scratch, struggle. Make as much noise as possible.

Not once did I ever think they would need it. It was always just in case.

The bad thing we warned them about happened, it was scary as hell, and you know what? She didn’t do any of that. She panicked.

She came home because she got lucky. She knew the streets here better than those men did.

I asked her why, when they yelled out to her and slowed down initially, she didn’t react.

Mum, men shout things to us when we are out. I just thought it was that.

I wanted to vomit.

We can all get behind the anger at the paedophiles and rapists. We can all understand the hate and rage directed to those people.

My anger is to you other men too, who think that it’s a funny harmless game. Or actually think it’s a compliment calling out to women, or touching them without permission.

Call me hysterical, say I am over reacting. But if it hadn’t been for people like you, her reactions would have been quicker and she wouldn’t have had to rely on luck.

Your “compliments” are numbing them to possible danger. You are eroding away that feeling of worry that having a stranger yelling at you, or trying to touch you should cause.

You are undoing everything we teach them on how to stay safe. You make their survival in this situation nothing more than luck.

I don’t want to hear any bullshit arguments on why it’s not that serious. It’s just harmless fun.

However, the anger is not just directed at you. It’s also to the people asking the questions.

“What was she wearing”?

“Why was she out in the dark”?

“Did she say or do something that they misinterpreted”?

“Why the fuss, are you looking for attention”?

“Where were you”?

All of these questions were asked by women.

Our girls know these questions are not appropriate, they are not reasonable and they sure as hell shouldn’t warrant an answer.

My initial reaction was fuck you, but the fact that you took the time to write them down and message me, means you probably do need them answered.

So let’s address them.

“What was she wearing”?

It’s winter She was wearing jeans, trainers, a top and two jumpers, all under her Dad’s black winter coat.

“Why was she out in the dark”?

It’s winter, it wasn’t even 6pm. She’s 18.

“Did she say or do something that they misinterpreted”?

There is no part of my brain that can attempt to comprehend this one. No. She was just walking down the street.

They tried to block her way with a car. Got out and ran to her grabbing for her. TWICE.

Are these answers good enough for you? I don’t know and I care even less. I’ve never thought to excuse these men for what they do. I’ve never thought to blame the victim for the crime committed against them.

She doesn’t know about these questions. We kept them from her. She’s the victim. To throw these questions at her is disgusting.

She knows that it’s ridiculous to blame a person because of what they are wearing. She knows that it doesn’t matter who it is, you don’t put your hands on anyone. They have no right to put theirs on you. We taught them about permission. Would you like it? No? Then don’t do it.

The other response she got was amazing. There are so many good people out there, and it is times like this when you need it most. Knowing there is a community and it’s supportive, makes a difference it really does.

That is why we warned people, why we “made a fuss”. What if we said nothing and someone else was targeted and taken?

It’s the right thing to do whether you have kids of your own or not.

Are you one of those assholes that didn’t or can’t understand it truly until you have a child of your own? Never understood what women and girls have to put up with until it happened to someone you love? Only think that the men calling out are the sleazy, creepy looking ones? Never the men you know.

It is basic right and wrong. Would you like it? No? Don’t do it.

That “compliment” you are about to call out, would you do it if your wife, mum, sister or child were there? No? Don’t do it. Would you want them to have it directed at them? No? Don’t do it.

If someone you love has this happen to them, would you ask them any of the questions you asked of my child? Yes? No? Either way how dare you.

The next time you see a headline about an abduction or attack, please take a moment and ask yourself, is this one I’ve “given a compliment to”? Did I help these scumbags?

Mum, men shout things to us when we are out. I just thought it was that.

This reminded me of a day out they had with their Dad and his family when they were 10 and 11. He was walking along the pier and the 3 of them ran ahead. They walked past 2 men who were walking behind their own families. One of them pointed at the girls and said “in ten years time, I totally would”.

Think about that for a moment. Do you feel sick yet?

Is this not harassment? Or is it just guys being guys. The girls didn’t hear them, no harm done?

What name would you give this? Please tell me.

What now? Will we all have to change the lessons we teach our children as they grow? How do educate them on the differences between some men just being assholes and the dangerous ones? How is that the solution?

I do mean some men, not all. There are enough of them though that it is a problem and a very serious one. Where are the real consequences? Why should it be a lesson for the victims of all of this behaviour and not the scum who do it?

Little boys don’t do it. It’s not in their DNA. It’s learned as they grow, monkey see monkey do.

Don’t warn just your girls of those men who can’t control themselves tell your sons. It happens to them too. If we teach them both the same, soon the problem won’t be so big. If we give serious consequences to this behaviour then it will stop. Teach your sons on what type of men they shouldn’t be. It can be that simple. It’s a start.

It’s locker room talk? Really, Does your office look like a locker room? Does the bus, the train, the street? Do the women look like your buddies?

If you can’t keep it to your locker room then keep it yourself. It makes the fight to keep our women and children safe much harder.

I have already been told that my views on this are biased because it’s raw, emotional because I’m her mum. That it’s out of line to blame anyone else other than the scumbags who kidnap.

You can believe that, it’s your choice. We will have to disagree. I guess it all depends on your definition of scumbag.

The police officer assured her that is a once in a lifetime occurrence.

That’s probably true. This won’t happen to everyone. Might never happen to anyone you know. That’s a good thing. We should all be grateful for that.

When the girls leave the house now there is no more eye rolling when we tell them to be careful, they know better. It’s not just their phone, keys or purse to remember. They have an alarm in their pocket. The next time it probably is just some guy being an asshole, but it’s there just in case.

“Where was I”?

It was ok because she had just let us know she was at the train station. At most it’s a three minute walk. I was at home under the blanket I was making, having a cup of tea. When she was panicked, scared and literally running for her life. Her mum was 2 streets away snuggled up nice and warm with a cup of tea.

How’s that answer? Please remember it because I know, I will never forget.

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