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sweet-rhapsody · 5 years

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pairing: brian may x female reader

summary: while packing to move to your new house, you come across boxes filled with things that instantly remind you of brian and after looking at everything you go to visit him.

-- this imagine is pretty sad if i’m going to be completely honest with you. i cried while writing it, oops. there will be mentions of death so if you don’t like the subject of death or is triggering in any way, feel free to click off. :) --

you huff out an exhausted breath as you carried down tons of tiny boxes and woven wooden baskets that were stacked up on the very top of your wardrobe and placed them delicately on the floor, along with a giant amount of rubbish bags filled with unwanted stuff that will go into the rubbish or things that will be donated. currently, you are officially moving out of your house. after the big incident that changed your whole life around, you needed a new environment. you fix your gaze to your toddler, who was sleeping soundly on your bed. he was trying to keep you company as you go through every single thing in your room but failed to stay awake which you didn't mind of course.

" what have we got here?" you mumbled quietly as you opened up the small box on the top of the stack. you examined the cardboard lid, which had a perfectly drawn love heart. brian probably drew it, he always did everything so perfect, even the smallest things, he would make it look so perfect. you then opened it up and your eyes widen in realisation of what it was.

it was a homemade scrapbook full of pictures brian captured, mostly photos during your pregnancy, but some with you and brian just being the lovey-dovey couple you's were. you smile as you turned through each page, you remembered you and brian worked day and night in this scrapbook. you would be making the cute little paper flowers and borders for the picture as brian was working out to put each photo and labelling each page.

finishing up the book, you place the book aside to show your son for when he wakes up and you move onto the next box. it was a bunch of cards of all sorts — christmas, valentine's day, birthday, father's day, mother's day and many more events. you read through every single card, giggling at the little comments brian makes on every one of your birthday cards. the last one was one that your toddler, jimmy made for brian. he drew himself and brian and love hearts and inside it read,

dear to the bestest daddy ever,

i love you lots and lots, you are my biggest hero. thank you for always cheering me up when i'm sad and thank you for making good banana muffins.

from jimmy. (p.s, you are strong!)

you finally close it after reading it and felt your heartbreak a little bit, knowing that brian wasn't feeling the best when jimmy made it. but as soon as jimmy gave him the card, he was off the moon.

you rummaged through more of the boxes and all they were filled with were pictures, drawings that jimmy made and miscellaneous things. you were up to the last box after minutes of looking at the other boxes and whilst going through them, jimmy woke up from his nap and you gave him the photo album, which he absolutely loved and you let him go through all the cards and pictures as you went through the rest. your heart dropped when you opened the last box. you feel yourself emotions cave in when you look into it, but you calmed yourself down and picked up the pieces of paper inside and chucked the box out of the way.

they were letters from brian. he always wrote you letters; after dates, arguments, birthdays and even sometimes when he just bored. but, the first one that on the pile was the letter that always tugged on your emotions. you sigh and opened the envelope which had written on it

open when i go.

you only looked at the first word and you felt tears threatening to brim your eyes

to the love of my life,

hello my beautiful angel. if you're reading this, i'll be gone. we both know that will happen at any time and i know it's frightening, but you need to know i will always be right next to you always. i will always be at the table when you and jimmy are having dinner, i will be there when you routinely read your chosen book before fall asleep, i will be here always. i have no clue how i got so lucky i met you. i am literally the worlds luckiest man. you are the most gentle and kind-hearted person on the earth, you are the most beautiful girl i've laid my eyes on, gosh i'll miss looking into your eyes and playing with your hair when i'm gone. you're such a good mother to our son, i wouldn't ask for anything else.

you never get mad at anyone, not even at me! not at me when i get frustrated at you when i'm so stressed out when writing songs or upcoming tours or when the boys bug me at the studio and for some stupid reason i just throw my frustration toward you, which i'm so sorry about.

i'm so grateful that i walked past the booth you sat in at the little cafe otherwise, we would've never met! we would've never talked to each other, went dates, kissed, gotten married or had a child.

i know right now everything is hard currently, but i guarantee that it will get one hundred percent better soon. i love you so much, i can hardly contain it!

love you always, brian x

you didn't notice the tears rushing down your face and jimmy sitting right next to you asking if you were alright. you place the letter down and wipe your tears and nod your head to reassure jimmy that you're alright. " mummy's alright. just read something a bit upsetting." you explained to him as more tears roll down your cheeks. jimmy stands up and comes up to your face and wipes your tears from your cheeks and you smile and laugh while thanking him. " please don't be upset mummy, i don't like it and i don't think daddy would like it either." jimmy told you and you nodded and calmed the tears down and looked at your son and admired the features he shared with brian

they both had wild, brown, curly hair. they shared the same hazel eye colour and you were for sure that jimmy was going to grow up to be brian's height. you chuckle and ran your fingers through jimmy's hair as he looked at one of his drawings he drew for brian.

you knew he missed him so much, but he would never say anything. quite weird for a four-year-old, because they can never run out of topics to converse about. you then thought of a brilliant idea that the both of you would like. " do you want to go visit daddy, bud?" you asked him, standing up. jimmy's eyes lit up and he smiles an ever-so-bright cheesy smile and nodded profusely. he stood up and dashed down to the front door before you could even walk out of your room.

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" i can't wait to show him my new toy! and this picture i drew him!" he gushed as he sat in the back seat of your car and drove to go and see brian. you smiled and looked into the mirror and saw how excited jimmy was to see his father. " i reckon he'll absolutely love it, buddy!" you said to him and he giggles.

" we should see daddy more often, shouldn't we?" you suggested to jimmy.

" yes! we should all the time so i can tell him about my days because i know how much he likes listening to them!" jimmy added and you laughed and nodded and realised you have reached your destination. " hey jim, guess what?"

" what?"

" we are here!" you told him and he clapped his hands and squealed out of joy. you quickly parked your car and helped jimmy get out of the car and as soon as jimmy got out of the car, he dashed straight to brian. you jog along the green grass and call his name in an attempt to catch up to him, but you then realise he stopped because he was already with brian. " hello daddy! i missed you today. mummy was packing more of the home today and she found this cool photo book you made! and i also got this new cool toy truck. . ." jimmy rambled on to brian and you go to him and sat right next to him on the grass and stared at the standing tombstone with engravings in it which read,

brian harold may

19th july 1947 — 15th september 1978 a caring husband to wife, y/n, an amazing father to his son, jimmy, and a lovely son to ruth and harold. had an unforgettable soul. missed by all.

" . . . now i don't really anything else to say, daddy. i'll let you talk to mummy." jimmy says shortly before getting closer to the tombstone and whispering to it, " you still make better banana muffins than mummy." he giggled as you pretended to be shock and you bolted to him and attacked him endless amount of tickles which made him laugh very hard, leaving him out of breath. as soon as he regained his breath, he went to play with his toy, to kind of leave you alone to talk with brian.

" hey sweets. your incredible wife here." you say jokingly. " been missing you a lot lately. been packing up some stuff, moving into the house in about a month i'm hoping." you explain like he is right in front of you. you sigh and picked at the grass and immediately thought of a wonderful memory of you two. " i've been reminiscing about our beautiful memories a lot and its just driving me crazy, i just really want to hold you one last time." you admit and turned around, still seeing jimmy with his truck.

——— you were lying on the single bed, snuggled right into brian's chest and clutching onto his hand for dear life, thinking that would cure him from his sudden sickness. " hey, y/n?" brian kills the silence, you poke your head up waiting for him to continue talking, " i love you." he reminds you, like he always does and you feel tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes. " i love you way more." you manage to tell him without crying. brian was quick to notice your change in moods and he wrapped you extra tightly.

" hey, don't cry please." he whispers in your ear and rubs your arm and you couldn't help but let the tears start flowing and you start to quietly sob into brian's chest. " i'm trying, but it's so hard brian. i don't want you to go." your sentence is muffled by his shirt and he starts stroking your hair as you sob.

" i know it's sucks, y/n, trust me. but life isn't always going to go out as planned," he explains and tries to calm yourself down, but you're so overwhelmed with emotions. you dreaded this time period, knowing that brian is going to die, but you can't do anything about it.

" it's so unfair!" you say in anger, tears still fall down from your eyes. brian then guides your eyes onto his and gives you a sweet kiss. " it'll be alright. just relax, it's okay." he tells you before the room filled with comfortable silence, he continues to run his fingers through your locks as you finally stop crying.

" i love you endlessly, bri." you cut the silence and he smiles and kisses your head. " you're pretty cool too." you start to laugh at his compliment.

" thanks, sweets."

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" anyway, my love, i hope you're doing well wherever you are. i better get going so i can dinner ready on time. i also might make your famous muffins. trust me, i'm getting better, but nothing compares to yours!" you rambled on while standing back up to go and get jimmy.

" bye bri, i love you endlessly."

——— you fall on your back, completely breathless and bare naked. brian right next to you, I'm the exact same state. you look over at him and notice he was looking at you too, you giggle and roll over to snuggle up to him and examined every little detail of his gracious features. his beautifully displayed chocolate curls, his eyes drowning with hazel, the glow illuminating off of his skin after all those rounds of lovemaking you had and your personal favourite, his perfect smile. you could go on about his smile for days, it can always make weak at the knees and contagiously smile.

he guides his lips down to yours and lovingly kisses you. " well, this is what i call a perfect day off with my beautiful wife." brian says with a smirk and you laugh and nod, agreeing with him. " don't be to quick to judge, sweets, it's only morning." you tell him, getting out of the bed and slipping on your underwear and one of brian's shirt.

" my days are always perfect because you're always apart of them." brian says, walking over to you and wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles his head into the crook of your neck. you giggle at his cheesiness and you kiss his head.

" oh, don't be so cheesy, bri. it's sickening." you chuckle jokingly and he rises his head off your neck and unlinked his arms around your waist. " come on, darling, you love it. admit it!" he yells as he walks out of your bedroom and enters the kitchen.

" yeah, i guess they're alright."

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branloaf · 5 years

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look at this point I'm honestly convinced Joe's Instagram got hacked by a fan because what is happening he is becoming one of us

#joe mazzello #bohemian Rhapsody movie #bohemian rhapsody 2018 #gwliym lee #ben hardy #rami malek

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swiss-cheeze · 5 years

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Anime || Gwilym Lee x reader

Request: can you make a Gwilym Lee fanfic were the girl is one big anime addict and Gwilym learns about lupin iii from her?

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Warnings: might have swearing I can’t remember

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long!

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Requests: open!

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Anime had been a big part of (Y/n)’s life since she was a kid; Pokémon, Sailor Moon, Yu-Gi-Oh, all that good stuff. As she got older, all the newer anime just didn’t stick. She had heard of all the famous ones; Black Butler, Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, but none of them looked interesting or sparked her enough for a watch. So she stayed with the retro stuff. When Gwilym found out about (Y/n)’s anime likings he couldn’t help but let a smile slip when she got giddy over some old things she had found; whether it be original drawings, figurines, buttons, toys, posters or even the original books or special DVD collection.

“Babe look!” (Y/n) said with a grin suddenly pulling Gwils hand in another direction, she came across an anime shop, “can we go in? Can we? Can we? Can we?” the girl pleaded.

“It’s your choice babe” Gwil said with a chuckle and smile. (Y/n) grinned and quickly ran into the shop, heading straight for the manga and DVD section while Gwil held back and slowly walked around looking at everything.

“Sweetheart!? HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE ME!?” (Y/n) called out from wherever she was.

“I tell you every night. WHY” Gwil answered as he slowly made his way to his girlfriend. Gwil turned the corner and came face to face with a grinning (Y/n).

“They have the whole collection of Lupin the Third!” (Y/n) quickly said, “Please can we get them?” she asked, “this was my childhood and I was only able to watch the episodes!” she said quickly, hoping to con the man in front of her, Gwil chucked softly at (Y/n)’s antics before nodding.

“Yes we can” he said through his grin. (Y/n) quickly threw a thank you to Gwil before walking to the front desk and happily placing down the collection as Gwil trailed on behind, stopping quickly to grab a book and then placed it down on top of (Y/n)’s manga. ‘Manga for Dummies’ it read. (Y/n) cast a quick glance to Gwil before deciding against it and opting to later question him. Gwil paid for the books as (Y/n) happily bounced next to him with anticipation.

“Thank you” the person behind the counter mumbled as (Y/n) and Gwil started walking out of the store, plastic bags filled with Manga in hand. The door made a small dingle as the girl opened it to walk out and took Gwils hands, looking to the right she immediately saw a few people with cameras.

“Gwil, they’re back” (Y/n) said with a little sigh, she just wanted a nice, quiet day out with Gwil and her manga but that wouldn’t be achieved right now. A group of three teenage girls walked up to the Gwil and (Y/n).

“Could we have your autograph Gwil?” one girl asked shyly pushing a ballpoint marker towards the man, Gwil simply smiled warmly.

“Of course!” Gwil said happily, the other girls let out a breath as they grabbed pieces of paper or old receipts. Gwil signed the girl’s phone case, another girl’s receipt and the final one held out a Robin Hood book making Gwil chuckle softly at the irony. As Gwil signed the book he was given the girls looked to the bag that was wrapped around your elbow.

“Did you just come from that anime store?” one of the girls questioned as Gwil handed back the book to the one who wasn’t speaking.

“Yeah we did, Gwil was kind enough to let me buy some manga” (Y/n) said with soft confidence and a happy smile (which was contagious seeing as it made Gwil smile too) but the girls looked at each other before bursting out in fits of giggles and laughter. The smile was quickly wiped from (Y/n)’s face, as was Gwils.

“Y-you have a weeabo as a GIRLFRIEND!” one of the girls cackled as she doubled over for a second with her hand over her mouth. The paparazzi down the street started clicking their cameras even more now and opted for the flash on their cameras a well.

“SHES PROBABLY A FURRY TOO!” another one yelled. That comment made (Y/n) flush and tears spring in her eyes but she blinked them off; and made Gwil flush with anger.

“It’s none of your business what my girlfriend is or isn’t” Gwil said quickly. His grip tightened on (Y/n)’s hand, “now if you’ll excuse us. We have some light reading to do” he said before quickly walking away, tugging (Y/n) along slightly. The girls gaze stayed looking at the floor as the pair walked to the car only another street away. The car ride home was silent and thick with unwanted tension; Gwil was angry at the girls for saying such rude things to his beloved while (Y/n) couldn’t help but think that maybe Gwil didn’t like her having such a liking and addiction to anime and manga, she didn’t want to bring it up in case he ended up hating her and wanted her to move out. So she quickly got out the car when they got home and raced to the shared bedroom as Gwil brought in their bags form earlier, Gwil understood (Y/n)’s feelings and wanted the girl to feel comfortable so he let her go and didn’t chase, it would most likely only make things worse between them.

Gwil placed the bag of manga outside the door to the closed bedroom and knocked on the door, “your books are out here babe, I’m going to start dinner and I’ll call you when it’s done. Come out whenever you’re comfortable my love” the man grabbed his own book before heading off into the kitchen to make dinner. The door opened behind Gwil and the plastic bag was moved from the hall into the bedroom along with the sound of the door shutting quickly, at least she’s happy was all Gwil thought as he started on her favourite dinner.

Ding!

Gwils phone went off.

From: My Lover ❤

I hope I don’t embarrass you with my anime obsession…or whatever you are wanting to call it. I understand if you don’t want me to be around anymore, I can have my bags packed by morning.

Needless to say Gwil was shocked and sent a quick message back.

To: My Lover ❤

Darling its okay I promise. I don’t want you to leave me. Not ever unless it was an actual reason. And I promise you this isn’t a reason. Anime and those books make you happy and as long as you’re happy I’m happy; that’s why I also got that book, so I could understand and be happy with you. Not that you don’t make me happy anyway! But you get what I mean.

Gwil didn’t get a message back but continued with making the dinner.

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The smell of (f/d) wafted through the house as Gwil set the table and lit some candles in the middle, it wasn’t meant to be romantic but (Y/n) deserved it after today. Since locking herself in the room (Y/n) had been storming through her manga and was already onto the last book before Gwil knocked on the door.

“Love? Dinners ready. If you want to eat in the room you can” Gwil said softly. (Y/n) got up from the bed and shoved a bookmark in the manga as she trudged to the door and unlocked it. Gwil stood before her in the same clothes as before but his hair was messier, he looked slightly pale and exhausted, probably worried about me (Y/n) had thought, her head dropped low and looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry” (Y/n) said softly, Gwil gave the girl a tight lipped smile.

“It’s alright, have some food and you can come back and keep reading” Gwil said softly, he kissed the girls head before walking off back to the table he had set up. A candle stand stood in the middle as the candles let off the only light, the smell was amazing as (Y/n) walked to the table, and a small smile graced her lips as she immediately recognised the smell as her favourite dinner to be served. Gwil stood behind her chair as the girl sat down and pushed it in for her before walking to his and sitting down, he looked to (Y/n) sheepishly. “I used your parent’s recipe” he mumbled softly, “I hope its okay”

“I’m sure its lovely Gwil, thank you” (Y/n) said softly before digging in, it tasted the same as it used to when she was a child; it was perfect.

“Would…” Gwil started before pausing a second, “would you teach me about the anime and manga you like?” he asked. (Y/n) stopped her chewing as she looked to the man in front of her.

“You want me to…teach you?”(Y/n) asked.

“I guess? Or watching and read. I’m not sure…” Gwil answered before continuing with his food, “it makes you happy and I don’t want those things the girls said to get to your head. It wasn’t right” Gwil said.

“We can watch it if you want” (Y/n) mumbled softly through a mouthful of food, she had covered her mouth with the back of her hand out of respect but it still came out a little muffled as she tried not to spill her food.

“Yeah? You wouldn’t mind?” Gwil asked, not knowing what he even meant by ‘you wouldn’t mind’.

“Why would I mind?” (Y/n) asked chuckling softly as Gwil shook his head.

“I don’t know” Gwil said through his smile as he continued eating.

“Well, which one did you want to watch first?” (Y/n) asked as she took a sip of her drink.

“Whichever is your favourite” Gwil said softly, this made (Y/n) shift slightly in her seat.

“Lupin the Third is my favourite” the girl mumbled softly.

“Yeah? What’s good about it? Whys it your favourite?” Gwil asked with a smile, trying to coax the girl into opening up more about this.

“W-well…Arsène Lupin III is the grandson of world-famous thief Arsène Lupin, and he's living up to his grandfather's memory as a high-profile thief himself. But because of this, Lupin III attracts the attention of the Inspector Zenigata of the ICPO, as well as other criminals. Lupin III's criminal lifestyle even seeps into his love life!” exclaimed a little with a smile remembering some bits of the show, “the main woman in Lupin III's world is Fujiko Mine, who Lupin III can never tell is working with or against him. Lupin even has a gunman partner called Daisuke Jigen!” (Y/n) finished with a smile.

“Well” Gwil said as he finished his food and put his utensils down with a smile, “sounds interesting, when can we start?” he asked and (Y/n) it her lip softly and shrugged.

“You know, whenever I guess I don’t mind” the girl said.

“How about after dinner?” Gwil asked with a knowing glint in his eyes. (Y/n) looked up with a smile and nodded, “then is settled!” Gwil said happily, “now, desert?” he asked.

“I would love some desert” (Y/n) said as she finished her last mouthful of dinner, “that was lovely Gwil. Thank you, for the food and help with the girls” (Y/n) said as Gwil took their plates. As Gwil set the plates so they wouldn’t drop while carrying them he bent down and kissed (Y/n) softly.

“My pleasure doll” he said softly before walking off.

#bohemian rhapsody #gwliym lee #gwilym lee x reader #x reader #fanfiction #anime #anime addict #queen

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likesomekindofcheese · 4 years

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Cottagecore (Gwilym Lee x fem! Reader Oneshot)

A/N: Hello! For @queenandborhapevents I wrote this fic as a part of an exchange on Ao3 and now I can share it here and reveal who I am! Hello there @itsametaphorgwil! I am your Secret Santa revealed! I am glad you enjoyed it and know I enjoyed writing it for your honor!

Word Count: 1,832

Summary: When reaching your dream job gets too stressful, Gwilym suggests an escape to the countryside to get you to relax.

Warnings: not much, some swearing, drinking, a touch of angst, but mostly fluff, and poor Reader being on edge.

“Y/N, if you would like this position, here are the things you need to work on for the next month. Then we might give you this offer,” the woman stated.

You nodded your head enthusiastically. Every word was put into your brain in the strongest part of storage. Your dream job was eminent. The people you have admired for ages were pushing you on. Every dollar spent, every hour clocked in, and every bit of training and studying and student debt was about to be worth it.

“We’ll try you out and interview at this point on the fifteenth of next month, sounds good?” she folded her arms in her black pantsuit, slightly serious.

A Pollyanna smile grew on you.

“Of course! I will!”

You wound up practicing and trying every free hour you had for this job. Cups of coffee devoured. Then water to make up for coffee. Then constant bathroom breaks. Words in front of you seemed fuzzy. But you kept at it.

Even when your boyfriend, Gwilym was around, it was all you could talk or think about.

“Hey Y/N…let’s escape,” he suggested. “There’s a place…it’s out in the country!”

“I don’t know…” you sighed.

“It will be fun!” he begged, taking your hand.

With a huff, you nod.

“Where is it?”

“Pembroke-near some family.”

Pembroke! Grassy fields, a nearby ocean…

And two whole weeks without work!

He led you into the cottage excitedly. Then his smile dropped briefly as he saw you pull out your laptop from its bag on the kitchen table.

“Annwyl, did you bring anything related to your job with you?” he asked sternly.

The laptop clicked shut and you let out a sigh.

“Yes, it’s just that…I’m really afraid of failing!” you cried. “It’s just…I’ve been…been afraid to relax. I’m just so close to my dreams coming true, and I’ve been struggling and hustling just to get the opportunity…I feel like if I let go…it will slip away from me.” Tears came out before you could stop them.

He hugged you. You could hear the rustling of trees.

“Then promise me this…every day you do one hour- and only one hour- of work and the rest of the day, you try to breathe.”

You nodded, “of course.”

“Oh, Y/N, I completely understand but…you’ve seemed so…it isn’t going to go away if you enjoy yourself for a bit.”

He kissed the top of your head tenderly.

Settling into the cottage, the sunlight poured in from everywhere. Dust specks flitted around in circles as if they were dancing. You only flicked the lights on when it got dark.

Both of you had to see the garden around the house. There were more roses, lilacs, and peonies than you could count and plenty of green sprouts not even Gwilym could name.

Soon you were walking down to the markets, drinking cold lemonades, and buying a large basket of strawberries in their prime: large, red, and juicy, almost like candy to devour.

The next morning, you felt him shake you awake.

“Cariad…look out the window…” he said softly, kissing your temple.

The sun was rising and the whole world was baked in a sweet, pink light. The sunlight was melting over the fields, making it glow.

“Are we in a fairy tale?” you asked.

You could sense the sleepiness in your voice and you felt two arms pull you close, so your back touched his chest. You heard the slight rumble of his laughter.

“No, we’re in Pembrokeshire, but close.”

There was a ten-minute stroll to town, passing herd of sheep or a goat enjoying its breakfast of dandelions. The town was tiny- the houses still had vines, dates from the 1600s in the upper corner and every nook had little shops and businesses and whatnot. People walked by, from children on bicycles to grandmothers ushering in guests for tea.

Nearby there was a stone bridge. A river babbled beneath it and across you could make out taller buildings, some painted a gaudy yellow or a musty red.

But something about the rust on the bridge’s sides made it feel surreal, ancient. Every step you took you held your breath because it might collapse and fall. It never did.

On your third day there you noticed there was a gaggle of little ducks, clucking nasally as they glided across the water’s edge.

“Look!” you cried, pointing to them.

Gwil leaned his brown head over in your direction. “Why, look at these little fellows!”

Normally at this time, as soon as your walk with Gwil was over, you took to your work: editing your resume, cover letter, and other items online and practicing and curating what the try-out would consist of.

But today was different. You felt tired at the thought of that hour approaching. You wanted to take your time.

“Should we get them bread?” you asked.

“Not bread, that will make them sick…”

Gwil ran up to a plant shop and got them seeds, you both took turns tossing it to them. Laughing at the way they shook their beaks as they ate. Soon a mother waded forward with a trail of ducklings behind her- all peeping in high little voices and in a line so straight it seemed mechanical.

He opened the bag and released the seeds into his palm. Their graininess against the softness of his skin. Reaching in for a bit, you could smell the earth it came from.

He walked closer over the edge of the bridge. His reflection looking back up at him from the blue of the water A few ducks hovered toward the mirror Gwil, quacking in curiosity.

He let a few seeds fall with a plop into the water.

They nibbled graciously. As they chewed with their beaks open, a pretty, little white duck passed by, sniffing for morsels as well.

Grinning, you obliged, letting a few seeds fall from your fingertips. They landed, creating ripples that went to the edges, growing fainter. But the white duck wagged its tail as if it were a canine and devoured the seeds.

“How would you like a beach day, tomorrow?” he asked. “It’s only an hour dive.”

“Is that even a question?” you replied, giving him a chaste kiss.

The hour drive long drive seemed to take forever with no beachy signals except for the smell. Until a road that went downhill showed the yellow sand right where it dipped down- flowing out of the grass until soon it replaced the fields as you drove onto it and parked.

The sand dissolved between your toes; the breeze was cool against your legs. Only a few people came and went as they day was slightly overcast.

“Yeesss! Let’s swim, Y/N!” your boyfriend cheered, leaping out of the car.

Gwil ran childishly toward the ocean in his swim trunks and you in your red one-piece, pulling you with him. Though you shrieked at the icy water, it soon seemed normal and refreshing to feel around your calves.

Both of you splashed at each other and got deep enough to swim. Often bending down to pick up interesting little seashells and collect them in a glass jar.

Suddenly Gwil turned his head, let out a slight swear, and covered your eyes with his hands.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m glad you said yes today…” he teased, walking against you so you had to walk forward.

“What! How come? What are you up to?” you asked.

“We havesome guests!” he announced.

“Are you really going to let us have all the fun?” a sweet voice asked in front of you.

He pulled his hands away and you let out a squeal. You knew that blonde bob and pair of bright eyes anywhere.

“Lucy! Lucy, what are you doing here!”

“Rami’s filming, and Gwil had told us you guys were vacationing. Might as well go over and say hello!”

Salt caught into your hair to where you smelt in all day. You missed the scent of the ocean and the sound of its lulling, but hearing Rami and Lucy catch up as Gwil drove back made up for it.

“Oh- we got two local Cabernet bottles to try…would you stay for a drink?” Gwil offered, pulling up near the cottage.

That night, the wine overtook you both, Lucy especially.

“It’s cold! Let’s go in the room!” Lucy insisted, as red as the strawberries in the fridge.

She went over to an extra guest room in the cottage- it was smaller with white walls, a few paintings, and a tiny window. But the bed was so large it took up half the space.

Ooooh! It’s sooooft!” she cooed as she settled on it.

Both of you pulled the duvet over the two of you and began talking softly. You heard Rami and Gwil catching up downstairs with talk of directors and long days of filming.

“Hmmph, do you think this shirt shows too much of my titties?” you asked.

Laying down in the bed had pulled the edge of your shirt down and you began to stubbornly pull it u.

Lucy began giggling like mad. She pulled the duvet over her head into a large lump.

“What is it?” you asked.

She poked her face out with an elfish gleam in her eye.

“Titties!”

You both began to giggle profusely. There are creaks upstairs as Rami and Gwil walk in, bemused at the two of you. Lucy and you pulled blankets up over your mouths to stop.

“You alright? You both had a lot…” Gwil began, walking closer to see your faces.

“We’re fine, it’s just…” you began.

“It’s about…about titties!” she blurted.

You both burst out howling.

Rami and Gwil looked at each other, beaming despite Lucy’s tipsiness. They ran downstairs and returned with a small plate of cheese, crackers, and apple slices.

“We’ll leave you ladies be,” Rami promised.

He put it on Lucy’s lap. She grinned and gave him a smooch as thanks.

Gwil stood by the door, watching you take a bit of a red apple slice.

“Just have something on your stomachs,” he added before Rami returned to shut the door.

Lucy and you giggling over snacks was the memory you kept inside you. That and the beach, the ducks, the berries, as you and Gwil crossed the corner where the fateful building stood.

A month had gone since this was planned and the day you expected and dreaded had arrived. You whisper the right words and picture it. And none of it is forgotten- a muscle memory.

“Darling…thank you for the trip. No matter what comes to it-I needed to enjoy things and not let it all get to me,” you say, pausing before the door.

He cups your face, “you always put your heart and soul into things…and I love you for it.”

As Gwil walks with you to the building, saying he will wait outside. He kisses you on your forehead, leaving a subtle, shiny mark there as you walk in.

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bluesfortheredj · 4 years

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Even though you were far from the lecture hall now, Gwilym still maintained a certain authority in your relationship. The power he had was clear and even after your year together it still never failed to make your knees weak when he asserted his dominance over you, his voice changing to a deeper tone and his eyes darkening whenever he chose to play with you. Your relationship was still very fair between you the two of you, and this side of him was usually only reserved for the bedroom or very special occasions outside of the confines of your boudoir.

He had almost managed to hide his feelings for you until you’d graduated, but had failed only a couple of months before; already knowing that you had a yearning for him as well thanks to your very obvious lip bites during lectures as he earned the attention of the room so effortlessly with his quick wit and smooth, silky voice that made you clench underneath the desk. It came as a shock to you when he pulled you aside one day, testing the waters by making conversation about life outside of studying and eventually asking to meet you for a drink that evening. As soon as you were both out of the educational setting sparks flew straight away and you ended up staying the night at his, even though it was on the sofa at first, and you practically hadn’t left since then, except now you were beside him in bed instead of downstairs.

The way he’d propose was so typically him, but he knew you’d say yes after dropping subtle hints about the idea of it beforehand, so that’s why he did it while withholding your climax as he stilled inside you and uttered the command of ‘marry me’; only continuing his punishing pace when you managed to say yes, and you’d never had an orgasm like it in your entire life when you finally got there. In true Gwliym style he’d made sure it had to be kept a secret between the two of you this way, and when people asked how he’d proposed you had a family appropriate lie to tell instead of explaining how you’d got engaged midway through love making; the threat of having your orgasm withheld luckily having no effect on your answer.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Gwil asks as he sits down beside you while you stare out of the living room window into the garden.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing,” you smile as you’re snapped back to reality.

“Are you sure?” he frowns as he lifts his hand and strokes the back of your head gently.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about how you proposed,” you reply as you let him guide your head to his shoulder.

“That crosses my mind a lot,” he says as he tilts his head to kiss your hair, “especially when I’m alone at my desk. The desperate, begging expression that was etched across your face was something I won’t forget any time soon.”

You lift your head from his shoulder and kiss his jaw before your eyes are drawn to the clock on the wall and the sudden realisation that you had somewhere to be.

“We’ve got to go!” you gasp, getting up off of the sofa and running into the hall to get your shoes on.

“What? Where?” Gwil asks as he leans against the door frame, studying your body as you bend over to pull on a pair of boots.

“My cousin’s birthday!”

“I’m so sorry,” he gasps lightly, his voice steady and calm unlike yours, “I completely forgot. The gifts are upstairs on the spare bed, I’ll get the wine,” he continues as he slips on a pair of loafers.

This pretty much summed you both up; him the calm and collect professor who seemed completely unperturbed by any stressful situation, and you the scatter brained art history lecturer who was almost always late and had at least one pen or pencil sticking out of her hair. They do say that opposites attract, and it was certainly undeniable when it came to you two. Gwilym opens the front door for you as you come rushing down the stairs with the presents and your car keys jingling in your other hand, then he locks up behind you both while you start the engine and tap the steering wheel impatiently as you wait for him to slide in beside you.

“Have you got everything?” he asks, knowing what you’re like.

You take a few seconds to think before nodding, “yes, I believe so!”

“It’s a miracle,” he chuckles lightly, giving your thigh a squeeze before you reverse off the drive.

You enjoyed his constant touches, the need to know you’re there and you won’t leave him the main motivation behind them, and the comfort they gave you filled your own need to be validated and reminded that it was you, and only you, that he wanted. When you pull up outside the house where your family were gathering Gwilym carefully takes a hold of your jaw so he can turn your head to face him, then his gaze falls upon your lips as he moves in to press a hungry kiss against them as his light grip slides down to your neck. You gasp into his mouth as he squeezes you briefly before letting go and breaking away from your lips, then you watch as he exits the car before you, going up to the front door and making your arrival known before you’ve even left the car.

“Arse,” you whisper to yourself as you free yourself from the seat belt; annoyed yet also extremely turned on at how he could leave you wanting more from a simple touch.

As soon as you walk in two children run past you both with a loud giggle, and your cousin gives you an exasperated sigh as he welcomes you in.

“I take it Helen’s family are here too then?” you chuckle as you give him a hug.

“Yep, and the 87 kids they have between her sisters! Hi Gwilym, thank you both for coming,” he smiles as he shakes Gwil’s hand.

“Don’t be so dramatic, there’s only three!” you laugh.

“Four now actually… Anyway, come on through and help yourself to something to eat and drink, and just move out the way if you see some children heading straight for you, because trust me they will not stop.”

“I appreciate the heads up,” Gwilym says with a raise of his eyebrows.

He slips his hand in yours tightly as you walk into the living room where most of the noise was coming from and you’re greeted by Helen’s family while yours hides out in the peacefulness of the garden. Somehow you’re torn away from Gwil as one of the little ones insists on showing you something very important, and within fifteen minutes you appear to have a mini art club going at the coffee table with all three kids and the new baby on your lap. The three, six and seven year olds sit in front of you in awe as you use their paints and pencils to create a rainbow over a forest of trees, then they copy your picture and add their own special touches to their works of art.

“That’s amazing!” you encourage them, “I love that dinosaur!”

Gwilym looks on from the doorway after having spoken to your family, his fingers tapping along the stem of his wine glass while he watches you carefully; the baby now being rocked in your arms as you idly stroke their tiny toes with your free hand and keep your eye on the older kids opposite you. His eyes widen as you look down at the small bundle in your arms and run the back of your hand so gently along their small, chubby cheek, then down their arm to the delicate little fingers that grasp one of your fingers automatically, and in that moment he aches to see you with your own.

“She’s brilliant with them,” Helen’s sister grins from beside him.

“A natural,” Gwilym nods.

“You’re going to be next!” she sings as she walks away.

You would, you definitely would, even if you didn’t quite realise it yet.

“We’ve got to go,” Gwil whispers as he kneels down next to you, taking a quick look at the sleeping baby pressed against your bosom, “we really need to get going.”

“Why? Are you feeling okay?” you frown with concern.

“I need to get you pregnant,” he says quietly, but very seriously.

“You… What?”

“I said I need to get you pregnant, now.”

He pulls his face away from your so you can see it properly, and the pleading look in his eyes is more than enough to make you nod and start your goodbyes before handing the baby back and heading towards the front door.

“I’m not quite sure the ‘Gwilym doesn’t feel well’ line worked with you and your wandering hands all over me,” you say on the drive home.

“I couldn’t care less right now,” he states as he reaches over and lifts your dress so he could gain access to your underwear.

“What are you doing?!”

“I need you wet and ready by the time we get in the door,” he says with a lick of his lips while his fingers slip underneath the cotton and run along your folds.

Your knuckles begin to turn white with how tight you’re gripping the steering wheel and by the time you arrive home you’re certainly in the state he wanted you to be in; his already erect member sliding inside you with ease as he bends you over the drawer unit in the hallway before the front door has even shut. You slide your hands out to grip onto either end of the unit and steady yourself as he fills you over and over again whilst animalistic grunts leave his salivating mouth at the thought of you pregnant with his child.

“So you want me pregnant, huh?” you pant as he helps you stand on your unsteady legs after turning to face him.

“Yeah,” he nods before gently biting down on his lower lip, “I need to see you growing with our child, your stomach swollen with our baby safe inside, your breasts filling with the milk they’ll need, your whole body working to create our own little miracle. But that was a warm up, purely because I couldn’t control myself over the thought of it all.”

He discards his clothes where he stands and encourages you to do the same before taking your hand and leading you upstairs to the bedroom as you follow him in a stunned silence. You’d spoken about kids soon after he popped the question, but it was always finished with ‘in the future’, and never any more precise than that, although you certainly weren’t complaining about it happening now.

“Are you sure this is what you want Gwil?” you question when you get to the bedroom and slip your hand from his.

“Do you really think I would have mentioned it if I wasn’t?” he replies, taking your face between his hands.

“I suppose not...”

“I love you so much I feel as if I can’t breathe when you’re not near me,” he frowns with conviction.

You smile at him as your fingers wrap around his wrists lightly and slowly lower his hands from your face so you can pull him towards the bed here you throw back the covers and slide underneath them ready for him.

“Let’s make a baby then,” you grin as he positions his body above yours.

“Lift your bum up sweetheart,” he winks as he grabs a pillow from the other side of the bed to place right at the base of your spine, “I need to make sure I get nice and deep.”

Your fingers weave their way through his hair as he slowly eases himself inside you once more, then his hand travels up your body as he starts to move, and his lips leave lingering kisses along your neck and shoulder while your hands now tug lightly at his locks. This time he was slow and methodical with his movements, your hips meeting in a steady rhythm while the angle he was at allowed a deeper thrust.

“Gwil,” you groan, “ah! Oh god.”

His teeth sink down around your nipple and you can feel his lips turn up into a smirk at your reaction to both the tenderness of them at the moment and the sting of pleasure the bite gave you.

“I knew it,” he grins smugly as he lifts his head.

“Knew what?”

“That this would be the perfect time,” he says, ending the sentence with a stuttered moan.

“Because I should be… fuck!… ovulating?”

“Mhmm,” comes his muffled reply as he buries his face between your bosom and licks up to your chin before kneading one of your breasts with his hand, “these will be so big,” he exhales.

You open your mouth to reply but his pace increases at the thought of your chest expanding during the pregnancy, and all that emanates from your mouth is an unsteady moan as you try and keep your hips in sync with his.

“Your curves are going to be accentuated by the growing bump,” he pants, turning the speed up that little bit more and enhancing the sound of his skin smacking against yours with a renewed desperation to fill you with everything he had.

“Gwilym!” you cry out as your body now moved up the bed with his forceful thrusts and your fingers now dig into his back as your heels cross over and encourage him by pressing on his buttocks.

The sensations were almost too much for you and he notices the change in expression on your face as your mouth hangs open and your eyes squeeze shut, so he makes sure to cover your face in wet kisses to let you know he knew.

“You’ve got to take it… take it all… can you do that?” he whispers beside your ear.

“Yes Professor Lee,” you reply, knowing what effect that had on him.

“Oh you’re such a good girl… so… good,” and with one long loud groan he gives you everything you need; your thighs then shaking either side of his hips right on cue.

Once your pulses around his length have drained him of his seed you both stay as you are for a couple of minutes; him holding himself above your chest with one arm as his free hand brushes the hair back from your face lovingly, and he leans down to slip his tongue into your mouth for a hungry kiss as you smile up at him knowing that there’d be a lot more of this happening from now on.

professor Gwilym with a breeding kink!

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killerqueenmachine · 5 years

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Gonna take me to the Oscars or nah? - PART 5

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Words: 3700+

Prompt: None

Summary: It's finally Oscar day! Emotions and nerves are all over the place and a shy request might end up with the biggest win of the night. A rambling request turns into a real relationship

Warnings: Foul language, emotions, oral sex - m and f receiving, FLUFF

Note: In this fic 'reader' is taller than Joe Mazzello, yet shorter than Gwilym Lee, which means somewhere between 175cm (5'9) and 188 cm (6'2). This is a part 4 of a series - you can find the other 4 parts in my Masterlist!

Since I obviously don't know how to stop or contain myself this fic will have another two parts, maybe even three just because.. You know.

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You woke up as the sunlight hit your eyelids. Gwilym were still fast asleep underneath you, and you felt his breath consistently blow into your hair. You softly ran your fingers over his naked chest, allowing yourself to feel every hair and every bump of his skin. You gently placed a kiss on his jawline, hoping that it would wake him up.

A soft grunt left his lips and he tightened his grip on you.

"Morning" he mumbled into your hair.

"Good morning, handsome. Ready for the big day?" you softly laughed against his chest.

He softly rubbed your back and pressed a kiss against your hair.

"As long as you're here and the boys are here.. I can't imagine it being anything other than absolutely.. Unforgettable"

"Wow, very deep thoughts from the early morning there, Gwil" You laughed in a yawn, before pressing a kiss to his chest.

"I'll go take a shower. The stylists will be here in--" you quickly glanced at your phone. " --Two hours"

As you gently pushed yourself away from Gwilym, he fluffed his hair and sat up on the bed, eyes glued to your barely clothed shape, making grabby hands in your direction.

"Stay, please" he whined, softer than you had ever heard him.

"A little needy now, are we?" you laughed while slowly making your way to his bathroom.

He sleepily nodded which made your heart flutter. He was so adorable and needy right now, you could barely stand on your feet.

"Join me?" you whispered, hiding half of your frame behind the bathroom door.

Those words seemed to instantly remove every ounce of tiredness that was stored in Gwilym's body. He quickly flew from the bed almost tripping over his long legs before reaching the bathroom.

His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him, which caused you to gently laugh and place your hand against is chest. He bent down and pressed a gently kiss to your lips, before he tightened his grip and kissed you firmer. Your hands moved from his chest and down to his hips instead, gently squeezing them, before pulling away from him to turn on the shower. Both of you were only dressed in your underwear, so there wasn't a lot of undressing to do before you could step into the shower.

You had thought that the shower would turn into a steamy make out session or maybe even something worse, but once the warm water hit your body, every single nasty thought left your mind completely and the same thing seemed to happen to Gwilym. You stood close for most of the shower, so none of you would get cold. None of you really said anything. Everything just felt natural to you. Once you finally turned off the water again and handed Gwilym a towel, he softly kissed your nose.

"I think I might have actually fallen in love" he mumbled, almost sounding drunk.

"Oh?" you chuckled and kissed his shoulder, before drying off your hair and body, wrapping the towel around you.

"Who's the lucky girl?"

Gwilym softly laughed and shook his head.

"You don't know her. But she's.. She is one of a kind. I'm so happy I met her." His voice was low and sensual.

"She sounds like a lucky girl" you said with a smile.

"It's you.. You know" he whispered before he wrapped his towel around his waist and grabbed you hand, pulling you into his arms.

"I hoped so" you said and kissed his collarbone.

"I.. I think I've fallen in love with you too" you mumbled against his chest.

You shared a moment of silence and complete contempt. Just the two of you enjoying each other's company. You wanted this moment to last forever, but it didn't. Gwilym kissed the top of your head and stepped away from you. A few moments later, you had collected your dirty clothes and quickly threw on your nightgown that you had worn the night before and made your way to your own room to rid yourself of the clothes, brush your hair and your teeth. The stylists would be sent to Gwilym's room, where the two of you would get ready together - and everything you were supposed to wear was already in his room.

You threw on a fresh pair of panties, a comfortable bra and some relaxing clothes before heading back up to Gwilym's room. You were just about to knock on the door before you head Joe's voice from the inside.

"So, are you a thing already or what?"

"Nah.. Not really - not officially anyway. I can't bring myself to ask her"

"Why not?!"

"Because.. What are we… what's gonna happen after tonight?"

"Whatever you want, I suppose. You're clearly head over heels about her, why would that change after tonight?"

"I don't know mate.. I'm just.. I don't know what to think or do. I just want so much time-- I want to.. Be with her. I don't know what's going on man.. I've never felt like this with anyone before. It's only been a week, yet I feel like I've known her forever, you know?"

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and your knees got weak. You had the exact same doubts that Gwilym had. What was going to happen after tonight? Would you just never see each other again? Your train of thought were cut off by Joe opening the door, while still facing Gwilym.

"Whatever you do mate, be careful and think it through. I don't think you'll ever find someone quite like her again--" Joe turned around just as the last word left his lips. His eyes went wide open and his hand quickly flew in front of his mouth.

Gwilym sent Joe a defeated look and Joe replied with a very apologetic look.

"So.. Uh" Joe started. "How much did you hear?"

"Uh.. Everything from how Gwilym and I aren't a thing" you sighed, slightly embarrassed.

"Well.. We aren't, are we?" Gwilym asked with a faint tint of panic in his voice. You couldn't figure out if it was because he wanted to let everything remain like that or because he wanted more.

"No.. No!" you replied making your way past Joe and into the room. Gwilym backed away as if he was scared to touch you. His retreating movement made you stop and slowly back away again, horrified that you had done something wrong.

A thick and uncomfortable silence filled the room. You wanted nothing more than to just disappear into thin air and pretend that the past two weeks had never happened. Gwilym had both his hands in his hair and was staring down into the ground, clearly troubled. Joe was standing in the middle of the doorway looking more worried than you had ever seen him, his eyes fixated on Gwilym's distressed form. Your gaze shifted between the two men and every time you looked at Gwilym you felt tears threatening to show in your eyes.

"Maybe I should just leave--" your voice was strained from trying to hold back your tears.

"No!" Gwilym nearly yelled.

"Please. Please stay here.. With me. Forever. Stay with-- be with me. Always." He snapped out of his distressed stance and almost flew across the room to grab your hand.

"Gwil.. What are you saying?"

"I.. don't know. I just.. Stay?" he mumbled.

"Gwil.."

"Do you.. Doyoumaybewantomaybebemygirlfriendmaybe?"

"What?"

"Girlfriend. Mine. Do you want to be it? That? Maybe? Do you..-- Why is this so bloody hard?!" He sighed in frustration.

You brought both your hands to his cheeks and laughed softly before pressing the lightest kiss on his nose.

"Yes, Gwilym.. Yes, I do"

Everything was silent for a few moments before you heard Joe squeal from the doorway, causing both you and Gwilym to laugh. Gwilym pulled you into his arms, embracing you more lovingly than he had ever done before. You had never felt so safe and protected before. His arms felt like home.

"Joe, your absolute fool" Gwilym laughed, pressing a single kiss to the top of your head.

Joe replied with a heart-warming laugh before he quickly fetched his phone from his pocket.

"I'll leave you two alone, Mr. And Mrs. Lee" he laughed, clearly dialling a number.

"And Rami owes me 10 bucks - what a day this is going to be!" he laughed, shutting the door behind him.

"Yeah.. What a day this is going to be" you repeated, looking Gwilym deeply in the eyes. He gently nodded and placed his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him, so your hips touched. A soft whimper left your lips before both of you exploded into huge smiles, almost simultaneously grasping what had just happened. You wrapped your hands around his neck, gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"You're sure about this?" you asked

"This? Us?"

"Yes.. The whole.. Couple thing?"

"I've never been surer about anything in my life"

Once more you shared a moment of contempt silence. Words were unnecessary at this point. He leaned down and finally pressed his lips against yours again. You had kissed him so many times already but this time, it felt like everything had changed. It was more loving and possessive and less lustful than it had been previously. Your kiss was cut short by a knocking on the door, which forced the two of you to pull apart. You grabbed Gwilym's hand and opened the door.

It was your stylists that had arrived, which meant that you and Gwilym would have to put your newfound relationship on the shelf for now. You could have never imagined how big of a process it was, for you to get ready. Your brows got plucked, your moustache - which was barely visible - got waxed as did every inch of your legs. Shortly after the wax session your whole body got lathered in self-tanning lotions as well. The hair alone took more than an hour to get done and your makeup almost took two hours - and you hadn't even seen your dress yet.

Finally, when every other part of your body was done up and ready your stylist fetched your dress from the closet it had been hanging in. It was the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. Nothing too flashy - you obviously didn't want to attract to much attention. Gwilym had done an amazing job at picking out everything for you. The dress was the most beautiful bordeaux colour you had ever seen. It had an off shoulder cut with short lace sleeves stopping right above your elbows. The waist was accentuated by a wide silk band. It was floor long and had a single slit on the left side, going almost all the way to your hip.

Your jaw almost hit the ground once you had shimmied into the dress. The golden jewellery and the golden closed toe stiletto that accompanied your dress made you look like nothing less than a goddess. You knew you looked good, because Gwilym could barely keep his hands or eyes away from you. You had the same problem with him. His suit was perfect - he was perfect. He looked like a Disney prince - and he was all yours.

You thanked the stylists and sent them on their way, finally leaving you and Gwilym alone again. He pulled you close to him and turned you around so the two of you were now facing a full-figure mirror.

"I feel like.. This is going to be a long.. Hard night" Gwilym whispered against your neck empathizing on the 'hard' part. You understood his hint and quickly glanced at his watch.

"Well, we do have half an hour until the car gets here" you said winking at him, before you stepped in front of him, slowly falling to your knees in front of him. You had barely touched him, before he groaned, reaching out for your head.

"No - no touching. If you ruin my hair - or my makeup - I'll throw you out the bloody window" you laughed, unbuckling his belt and trousers, slowly pulling them down his legs.

"My… god" he moaned as the air hit his legs.

You softly ran your fingers up his length before swiftly pulling down his boxer briefs. You maintained eye contact with him as you firmly grabbed his hardening cock and licked a long strip down the length. You quickly spit in your hand and started jerking him off, before you put his tip in your mouth, sucking lightly. You tried your hardest not to ruin your makeup, while you still wanted it to be a good experience for him. Based on the look on his face, he seemed to enjoy it. You bobbed your head up and down his length, doing your best to take in as much of him as possible, using your wet hand to cover the parts that your mouth couldn't.

"I'm close" he warned.

You didn't answer him. Instead you sucked a little harder, letting him know that you were ready for him. Not know what to do with his hands, he linked them together behind his neck, thrusting into your mouth one last time, before his orgasm washed through him. You swallowed every single drop he had to offer, before wiping the back of your hand over your mouth.

He glanced at his watch again as you got up from the ground.

"Let me.. Repay that" he purred before giving you a kiss.

"You don't have too" you laughed, kissing him back.

"Have too? I want too.. I want you so bad" he growled, softly pushing you unto the bed before he fell to his knees between your legs. He pushed your dress up, utilizing the slit of the dress to his advantage. He quickly rid you of your panties and within seconds his mouth was attached to your aching clit. He took his sweet time, slowly licking and sucking on various places. Your moans and whimpers seemed to boost his confidence. A slowly slid a single finger into you, curling it upwards, gently rubbing against your walls.

"Gwil that's..- I'm-" you couldn't word a coherent sentence. The feeling of pure bliss had taken over your body. You weren't really cumming yet, but it was close. He sucked hard on your clit once more, before he moved his mouth to your thigh and placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing you just hard enough to throw you over the edge. As your orgasm violently coursed through your body, Gwilym latched himself onto your thigh, sucking a prominent hickey.

"Are you guys ready to go?" You heard Joe's voice from outside the door. Luckily, you had been fairly quiet when you came so hopefully Joe hadn't heard anything. You slipped your panties back on and Gwilym redid his trousers, while you tried to get your breathing back to normal.

"Yeah, just a second!" You yelled back.

"Gwil! You absolute asshat - now I have a mark on my leg!" you angrily whispered as you starred at your reflection in the mirror. The hickey he had left on you was just barely covered by your dress, but the moment you would sit down, it would be all out there for everyone to see.

He had a shit-eating grin slapped on his face as he slapped your ass and walked over to open the door.

"Let's go!" he cheerfully said and soon all of you were on your way to the biggest award show of the year.

The ride there was fairly long. You were sat in the backseat of a large car with Gwilym on your right and Joe on your left. Ben was in the passenger’s seat, while Allen, Jessica, Lucy and Rami were in the car right behind you. Gwilym had placed his hand on your knee while his conversation with the two other men filled the car. You didn't participate much but laughed along and rolled your eyes at their banter every now and again.

As the four of you stepped out of your car and right onto the red carpet, the cameras started flashing. Gwilym had warned you and you felt like you knew what was coming, but the amount of flashes and yelling photographers still freaked you out. You quickly felt Joe's hand on your upper back, shortly followed by Gwilym's arm snaking around your waist pulling you close to him. You had made it very clear that you didn't want to be in too many of their pictures - as few as possible, which they all respected and understood. Plenty of photographers yelled to get your attention and you did pose for a few pictures, only so you wouldn't come off as a complete bitch. As the few interviews took place you made sure to stay out of frame and when your 25 minutes on the carpet where finally up, Gwilym pulled you close to him again.

Somewhere along the carpet Allen and Jessica had caught up to you, which meant that all six of you finally entered the Dolby theatre together. You barely made it inside before a waiter rushed to your group offering tall flutes of champagne, which you all gratefully accepted.

The night went on and never once did Gwilym let you out of his sight. You tried your hardest not to fangirl out over all those celebrities that were all mushed together in the same place. It was quite overwhelming but every time you felt yourself getting a little too excited, Gwilym was right next to you within a moment to calm you down again. Every time you looked at his face you still couldn't quite fathom that this man was actually and officially your boyfriend.

The ceremony began and you, Gwilym, Joe, Ben, Allen and Jessica were seated at the back of the room, while Lucy and Rami had gotten the sweet seats right in front of the stage. You didn't remain seated for long, soon after the door had closed, Queen alongside Adam Lambert appeared on stage and your newfound group of friends all flew to their feet and you followed them seconds after. The atmosphere was amazing, as was the show and soon pure bliss and happiness filled your entire body.

You didn't really pay too much attention during the actual award show, mostly because Gwilym had a horrible tendency to rest his hand on your knee, which made it awfully hard for you to focus on anything besides the feeling of his warm hand on your bare skin and based on the smirk on his lips he damn well knew what he was doing. Allen and Jessica seemed to be your main alcohol providers, making sure everyone of you always had a full drink in your hand, which quickly led to you being tipsier than you aimed for. For a short moment, Gwilym moved his hand from your knee to run his fingers through his hair and you finally saw your cut to pay him back for getting you hot and flustered. r

You quickly slid your hand onto his knee and moved it up this thigh, just a few inches. He quickly shot you a warning look and raised an eyebrow before looking away from you again. You replied with a short squeeze and shortly after started making small drawings with your fingertips. You drew small meaningless figures for a while before you started spelling stupid words like 'smile' and 'kiss'. Every time you spelt out kiss he leaned over a placed a small peck on your cheek. As far as you knew only Joe knew about your newfound relationship, but nobody really seemed to respond to your handsy-ness and the occasional pecks, so Joe might've let the word slip.

Before you knew it the ceremony was over. Bohemian Rhapsody had won four out of the five categories they were nominated in - including Rami winning for best actor, which was the craziest moment of the night - so far. Celebrations went wild and all of you were cheering like there was no tomorrow. At this point you knew the afterparty would be absolutely crazy.

And boy, were you right. The ceremony was over and all of you swarmed to Rami to congratulate him on his win, quickly joined by Brian May and Roger Taylor too. At this point you had to use every ounce of willpower in your whole body to not absolutely freak out. Soon enough you were all hurdled away into cars, ready to drive you to the Vanity Fair afterparty.

You, Joe and Gwil were once again in the back of a car, while Ben was in the passenger’s seat. The angrily purple mark on your leg was showing a little too much at this point.

"Wow, what's this?" Joe exclaimed when his eye fell on your thigh.

"Uh.. It's.. I" you fumbled to pull your dress down to cover the mark.

"What hap- wait.." Joe's face broke into a laugh.

You felt your face get warm and quickly you glared at Gwilym. His cheeks had gained a slight pink tint, well aware of what was about to happen.

"Did your boyfriend do this to you?" Joe laughed with a smirk.

"She has a boyfriend?!" Ben almost yelled from the front of the car, turning around halfway to look at you.

"Yeah" Gwilym said almost as a whisper.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Ben said, sounding slightly hurt. He obviously hadn't caught on to the very obvious fact yet.

"It's.. Uh.. It's fairly new and I haven't asked him if he's alright with everybody knowing it yet" you said and looked at Gwilym, indirectly asking him the question.

"I am" he replied with a wink and squeezed your hand.

"What do you mean you are, that doesn't matter - it has to be her boyfri-- WAIT A MINUTE!" Ben finally caught on to it.

"Oh my god, when?!" he yelled, much to everybody’s enjoyment. Joe in particular was laughing so hard, he seemed to have a hard time trying to breath.

"A few hours ago. It's all Joes fault, actually" Gwilym explained.

"Fault?!" You and Joe said completely in unison.

Gwilym leant over and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Not that kind of fault" he laughed.

You all laughed in contempt for a few minutes, right up until the car stopped and a man opened the door. It was time for the afterparty, and this particular group of people had a lot to celebrate.

"Are you ready for the night of your life" Gwilym asked and squeezed your hand.

"As long as you'll be there all the way, I think I am" you replied and kissed his cheek, leaving a faint mark of your lipstick.

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