#Gwilym Lee blurb

[starstruckfangirlsposts]

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liv love, number 17 & 18 with either joe or gwil please. we love to see it :)

17. “Bite me”, 18. “If you insist” - hope u like this!

Being between the sheets with Gwil warmed your heart, and certainly other parts of you as well. He loved on you as if you were a goddess, every touch was mesmerising, every look was unforgettable, every kiss seemed like it was the first, you were pretty sure you could be like this with him forever.

Gwil felt the same way. He thought the world of you, he loved you passionately and deeply, both in and out of the bedroom, you were his girl, in every single way, and you felt so lucky that he'd chosen you to the recipent of his love and touch. His eyes never left your body, how you writhed beneath him made him go crazy, you two were crazy together, more so crazy in love.

On a night filled with heat and entangled limbs, you were obsessed with the sight that lay before you. Tousling brown hair between your legs, spread open over broad sweaty shoulders, a pair of soft hands squeezing and stroking the swell of your breasts, deep groans from the man who was devouring every inch of you, so focused on your pleasure, enjoying each moment, savouring the taste of your core. Gwil was a natural with his tongue, wet and warm on all the right places, slipping up and down over your folds, managing to touch spots you didn't even know existed. He lapped you up like a cat drinking milk, he was so into it, nothing excited him as much as this did, he twitched between his own legs when your back arched in a response to his lips being wrapped around your swollen clit.

"Fuck, keep going..."

Your pleading tone made him smirk between licks and flicks, his fingers a little rougher around your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, so sensitive with everything he was doing to you. His rhythm became more intense, licking over your clit, up and down and around, then where he'd entered you just earlier that night. Moans flew from your mouth like running water, your hands buried in his hair, coaxing him to not stop, the pleasure was too good you could barely handle it, that burn of arousal rushed throughout your body down to your toes, curling  into the small of his back the closer you got.

Gwil encouraged you to let go, slipping his fingers up and down your body as it rolled beneath his touch and tongue, keeping his attention on where you liked it the most, where he knew it would make you finally come undone again on this night.

"Cum for me, my love, you're so close, good girl.." He trailed off as your mewl cracked the silence and overpowered his words, back off the bed and your fingers tugging at his hair, head craned back as you felt the wave of your orgasm tumble over you like a wave. It was incredible, how easily he could make you finish, time and time again, mutiple times in one sitting, you didn't think you'd have the energy but Gwil was just that good.

"You know you sound so pretty when you do that." He smiled, locking eyes with you as he licked his lips, shiny from your arousal, pupils blown wide in elation and his hair a bird's nest from the contact of your hands; you could only imagine how you looked right now.

"Bite me."

"Babe, that's something kids say." He chuckled, stroking patterns on your hip, cheek pressed against one of your slick thighs. You shook your head, your fingers moving over his top lip, tracing the curve of it, nails scratching through the regrowth of his beard.

"No, I mean literally bite me. My thigh, be rough with me."

Gwil blinked at you before smiling again.

"I'm no vampire."

"No shit, just please, do it. You're always so soft and lovely and it's so good but sometimes...I want more, for you to be more...aggressive. Can you..try?" You asked, chewing on your thumbnail, cheeks heating up at the fact that you really were bringing this up with him. Gwil was always open to anything behind closed doors and you knew you could trust him, as communcation was key and important in this aspect of your life together, as well as every other part.

"Okay, let me give it a go. If you insist."

He dove back down between your legs and ghosted the tip of his tongue over the area where your core and thigh met, a very orgeneous spot for you, you couldn't help the whine that left your lips. His grin was hot on your skin, as he began to sponge kisses where you liked it, your fingers back at his scalp again. Gwil wrapped his mouth around a spot of your flesh and as if you hadn't of asked for it, his teeth pierced your skin, it stung but the good skin, you knew you were going to flare up from this, and you couldn't care less. You whimpered as he left another kiss where his teeth had been.

"You okay?"

"Yeah...yes, just do the other thigh, fucking please." You heaved and Gwil went to work, biting, licking, kissing, incorporating his fingers into the mix, rubbing over your swollen clit as he teased your thighs with his teeth and mouth. And god you were so glad you'd suggested it, because he was even better than you had expected.

A vow of oath came into your mind. You would never leave this room, as long as Gwil was here, you'd never want to go.

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[illfoandillfie]

2023 Advent: Day 11

Another one I've come up with myself. I think I got the idea for this from a reel on insta lmao. But I thot it'd make a nice Gwil blurb, especially because I felt I had to do something where he was nicer than the sugar daddy one lmao.

Warnings: Age Gap (unspecified but reader is in uni), P in V, unprotected sex, facial,

“Fuck Gwil,” you moaned, head dizzy and legs shaking as he made you cum for the second time. Fairly standard for him but vastly different to pretty much all the guys you’d been with before.   Gwilym groaned as your pussy tightened, managing to maintain his rhythm and keep his thumb working over your clit.   You squirmed, not sure if you were trying to get closer or further from his touch, but moaning as the wave of pleasure continued.   It was this sort of treatment that had convinced you to keep seeing him beyond what you'd expected would be a one night stand. You didn’t usually do the older guy thing but fuck he made a good case for switching. His cock alone was reason enough, not to mention his fingers and tongue and the fact that he knew where the clit was. But beyond sex you’d started to see why too. 

He had his own house and more money than guys your age which was nice. He knew how to cook and clean and was more emotionally mature, or mature in general really. The guys you’d previously been with, and the guys at uni you might have considered going out with, all seemed like children compared to Gwil. And he was respectful too. Of your space and your time and your belongings. He’d have happily spent the night with you without having sex at all. In fact, he’d suggested that when he realised his box of condoms was empty. But you’d been thinking about his cock all day and were practically desperate for it so told him you still wanted to. He’d double checked and was very sweet about making sure you didn’t feel pressured or anything like that.   “If it makes you feel better you could pull out and cum on me. That’d be hot,” you’d said as you’d reached into his pants, finding him stiffening already.   “Oh I like that idea,” he’d said, voice all low and rumbly and sexy, “You’d look good covered in my cum.”  “Yeah? Where would you like to see it most? Stomach? Ass?”  “Face.” 

After that there’d been very little room for talk. Mostly it had just been moaning and touching and kissing and fucking. He’d got you to cum very quickly, hitting just right as he pounded into you. And when you did, he moaned about how good your cunt felt, reminding you he was raw which made it all so much hotter. The second orgasm was better somehow but he must have felt the same because he pulled out nearly as soon as you were through it.  You whined at the sudden loss but he was already shuffling over you, his hand gliding over his cock, slick with your cum, as he held himself back while he lined up.   A groaned, “Close your eyes,” was all the warning you got and you hurried to do so before he grunted and you felt his cum spurt over your brow and cheeks and nose and lips seconds later. It went on longer than you’d expected to which just made you horny all over again.   Gwil was vocal throughout his release too, which you appreciated. You liked hearing him. Especially when he panted, “Fuck you’re so hot like this,” after he was done.  You would have opened your eyes and smiled except he’d already scooted back and begun kissing you desperately, pushing his cum onto your tongue with his. 

You were panting by the time he finally let you go, able to feel the cum and sweat drying on your skin even as your arched your body up into his, hoping for another round.   Gwil dropped a soft, much more chaste, kiss to your lips and said, “You must be getting uncomfortable under all my mess. I’ll find you something to clean up, give me a second.”  You nodded, sitting up as soon as his weight was off you. Surprisingly Gwil left the room, still naked which you supposed was a perk of owning your own home and not having flatmates. But, as far as your experience went guys usually handed you a shirt or, if you were lucky, towel from their floor. Once you’d even been handed your own dress to clean yourself up. Gwil��s dirty laundry wasn’t on the floor but he hadn’t stopped at his laundry basket in the corner of his room either, so you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. You sat there wondering if you were meant to follow or if you should just bite the bullet and tidy up as much as possible with your discarded shirt. But Gwil came back before long and knelt beside you on the bed.  “Close eyes again,” he said softly, lifting what appeared to be a damp facewasher up to your cheek.   It was comfortably warm against your skin, his strokes as gentle as possible as he properly took care of you. And once again you found yourself thinking that maybe there were a few goood reasons to date older men.   “Feel better?” he asked when he was through.  All you could do was look up at him and nod, speechless at how well he treated you.   His smile was adorable as he leaned in to give you a small kiss before setting the cloth on his nightstand and rejoining you under the covers.   You snugged into him, still not quite capable of anything more than gazing at him in rapt wonder.   “You’re quiet,” his hand rubbed over your thigh, “everything okay?”  “Perfect,” you nodded, pulling him into another, deeper kiss. 

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[born-to-lose-writing]

Masterlist - blurbs (pt. 1)

♡ - fluff, ♤ - angst, ☆ - smut, ♧ - platonic

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody cast - Bon Jovi - Guns N' Roses - Mötley Crüe - Hanoi Rocks - L.A. Guns - Johnny Thunders - Stiv Bators - Richard Hell - Night Ranger - Vain - Whitesnake - Trixter - Britny Fox

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Ben Hardy

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Joe Mazzello

Joe comforting you when you've got a headache ♡

Halloween ♡

Joe finding out you have a child from another relationship ♡

Baby shower ♡

Joe playing the guitar for you ♡

Gwilym Lee

Getting into a car crash while being pregnant ♤

John Deacon x Joe Mazzello

John telling Joe how he feels ♡

Jon Bon Jovi

Jon fighting a guy for you ♤

Jon singing your baby to sleep ♡

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Going hiking ♡

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High school reunion date ♡

Richie proposing to you in Paris ♡

Richie asking you to be part of a music video ♡

Axl Rose

Making out backstage ☆

Cleaning Axl's injuries after a fight ♤

Axl singing you to sleep after a stressful day ♡

Izzy Stradlin

Plus size!reader ♡

Izzy getting jealous when you go out with someone else ♤♡

Telling Izzy you're pregnant ♡

Skater!Izzy ♡

Florist!Izzy ♡

Honeymoon ♡

Friends with benefits ♡

Having sex with Izzy after not having slept with someone in a long time ☆♡

Duff McKagan

Holiday meal ♡

Adopting a pig ♡

Drunken flirting ♡

Going on a punk date ♡

Surprise visit on tour ♡

Reassuring Duff he's still sexy ♡

Waking Duff up to cuddle ♡

Baking with older!Duff ♡

Duff making you feel better about your body ♡

Visiting Duff in hospital ♤

Arguing over who loves each other more ♡

Duff helping you with your depression ♤♡

Slash

Wedding night ☆

Cuddling when the power goes out ♡♧

Older!Slash introducing you to his kids ♡

Kissing in a stairwell ♡

Realizing you're more than friends ♤

Coming back to older!Slash after breaking up ♤♡

Insecure older!Slash ♤

Duff crashing your date with older!Slash ♡

Wedding date ♡

Fake dating for a couples only weekend ♡

Drunk Slash gushing over you ♡

Being Izzy's sister and secretly dating Slash ☆♤

Slash leaving his fiancée for you ♤

Slash picking you up from your new boyfriend's place ♤

Getting Slash a new snake ♡

Watching a horror movie ♤♡

Jealous Slash ♤

Oblivious Slash ♡

Cuddling ♡

Sugar daddy ♡

Hooking up after sending him a spicy pic ☆

Quickie at the zoo ☆

Steven Adler

Coming out as bi ♡

Pillow fight ♡

Nikki Sixx

Convincing him to quit drugs ♤

Enemies to lovers ♤☆

Being in an on-off relationship ♤♡

Nikki talking you out of a panic attack ♤♡

Tommy helping you to make Nikki jealous ♤♡

Valentine's Day ♤♡

Nikki proposing to you ♡

Nikki falling in love with his groupie ☆♡

Getting back together after Nikki cheated on you ♤☆

Tommy Lee

Amusement park date ♡

Vince Neil

Sleeping over at Vince's house ♤♡

Taking care of Vince's injury after a fistfight ♤♡

Sami Yaffa

Sami reacting to your nipple piercings ☆♡

Morning sex ☆♡

Razzle Dingley

Stopping Razzle from going with Vince ♤♡

Kelly Nickels

Diner date ♡

Johnny Thunders

Johnny playing a song for you ♡

Johnny proposing to you ♤♡

Going dancing ☆

Stiv Bators

Dreaming about Stiv ♡♤

Road trip ♡

Richard Hell

Richard eating you out ☆

Jack Blades

Top!reader ☆

Davy Vain

Backstage blowjob ☆

Lap dance || Part 2 ☆

Sex tape ☆

Steve Vai

Steve eating you out ☆

Pete Loran

Fluffy fun sex with Pete ☆♡

Dizzy Davidson

Teacher!Dizzy ☆

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Title: Bohemian Rhapsody

Rating: PG-13

Director: Bryan Singer

Cast: Rami Malek, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Joseph Mazzello, Lucy Boynton, Aidan Gillen, Allen Leech, Tom Hollander, Mike Myers, Aaron McCusker, Meneka Das, Ace Bhatti, Priya Blackburn, Max Bennett, Dermot Murphy, Dickie Beau, Jack Roth, Neil Fox-Roberts, Jess Radomska, Michelle Duncan

Release year: 2018

Genres: music, history, drama

Blurb: Singer Freddie Mercury, guitarist Brian May, drummer Roger Taylor, and bass guitarist John Deacon take the music world by storm when they form the rock ‘n’ roll band Queen in 1970. Hit songs become instant classics. When Mercury’s increasingly wild lifestyle starts to spiral out of control, Queen soon faces its greatest challenge yet: finding a way to keep the band together amid the success and excess.

[cherry-holland]

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[acdeaky]

day 19 - christmas baking

warning: fluff, use of the word b*mb

note: i wasn’t sure about this one at first, but it turned out so sweet and i want this 🥺

it seemed that the flour and sugar were everywhere. the white powders were flecked onto the pages of the recipe book, but the countertop had taken the most damage.

somehow, your dedicated afternoon of baking had resulted in something going into the oven, hopefully something edible, but how you had gotten there was still unknown.

but now, after the chaos of attempting to bake, the hands of gwil periodically tracing over your body and the many stolen kisses, all that was left to do was clean the kitchen. that posed a threat in itself, especially with gwil still ready at a moments notice to get his own back on you and your small flour bombs.

“can we call a truce?” you called out to him from behind your side of the kitchen, hiding behind a set of cupboards to avoid gwil’s wrath.

“and do you expect me to believe that’s what you’re truly proposing?” he replied, the top of his head bouncing up from behind his hiding stop as he allowed his eyes to scan over the room for yoy.

“baby, look at our kitchen. if we’re ever going to clean this up, we need a truce. please?” you were practically begging, your mind thinking of how difficult it would be to get flour out of the small nooks and crannies.

luckily, your small plea was enough for gwil to surrender, coming from where he hid to pull you into a hug. your flour covered fronts pressed together as a small cloud of white surrounded you both.

“i still can’t believe there’s actual bakes in the oven.” gwil mumbled into your head, his lips leaving a small kiss before you replied.

“neither can i. but this kitchen still needs a clean.”

“i know, i know,” he agreed, trying to settle you back into his embrace for a little while longer. “let’s just stay here for now.”

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[buckyjamess-archive]

hi lovely! could u do gwil w the prompts 'looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while' and 'that wasn't very subtle'? happy december ✨

☆ December writing ☆

Happy December liv & thank you for the request! 🌠

A blizzard, one like you'd never seen before-- the high winds blowing the snow around, covering every surface with the white fluffy goodness. Though, you're pretty sure the winds could take out a kid, hell, maybe even you, the whole thing made the town you were staying at during this holiday all a lot more holiday-like. 

You wrap your hands around your nearly finished cup of coffee, watching the people walk around in a hurry to get inside a shop or the little coffee shop you'd found yourself in hours before the blizzard turned up unannounced. Sudden gust of cold air ghosting through the shop when yet another person made it in, shaking off the snow on the, most likely, drenched welcome mat, ordering a hot beverage while they're at it.

you finish the rest of your own drink and make yourself comfortable in the booth you're sitting in. Opening the book you'd bought a few days ago, getting lost in the words like you did before the weather changed. 

"Excuse me?" The voice, belonging to a tall man, makes you look up from your book. 

The man points to the empty spot across from you and if trying to find the right words, his mouth open and close, like a fish gasping for air washed upon a shore. 

"Is this seat taken?" There's a doubt in his eyes, not sure if you're a local or a tourist not being able to speak or understand a word of what he just asked 

"No, no it's not." You smile, helping the man out of his state of doubt. 

"Do you mind if I join?" 

you shake your head and watch as the man slides into the booth, pulls the beanie from his head along with his gloves and shawl and places them next to him. 

And if the accent wasn't enough to make your stomach twist, your gaze lingers on the stranger a bit longer than  you intend to-- he's handsome, you note. 

you smile sheepishly when he catches you staring and copies the same sheepishly smile. 

You dive back into your book. Re-reading the same sentence over and over, intrigued by the stranger. You had your reasons to be here alone, it was your choice- was this man going to celebrate Christmas alone or did he lose his family in those blizzards? 

"Crazy right?" The man speaks up again "the weather." 

"Yeah, absolutely." you smile awkwardly, though the man can't see it, the book covering half your face. 

awkward silence falls over the two of you, saved by the waitress standing next to your table, ready to take another order in broken english.

You make the same order as the last two cups of your beverage, surprised by the stranger ordering the same by telling the waitress to 'get him the same as the lady' 

As if the situation wasn't awkward enough already. 

"What are you reading?" the man asked out of curiosity. 

"Oh, um," you clear your throat and close the book in your hands "nothing special. It's- it's about living your life the way you want." 

"Interesting." 

you nod "it is actually." 

Silence it once again your friend, a tension that could cut one- small talks were never your strong suit, definitely not with someone looking like this stranger and you're thankful for the waitress coming back with your orders to take the edge off. 

"I'm gwilym by the way," the man, you now know as Gwilym, raises his hand "looks like we're gonna be stuck in here for a while, might as well get to know each other." 

you chuckle and go for his hand to shake it "y/n." 

"Call me gwil." 

And thank god, the small talk stops right there. 

You manage to keep a conversation going by talking about little things, things that happened while being here. You learn that the man is here to celebrate Christmas with some friends. Friends that stayed behind in their cabin not too far away from your hotel. You learn that the man is from across the pond, explaining the accent. 

He's nice, way too sweet to talk with strangers like this, in your opinion at least. It's like he's done this many times before but you don't mind, it's a nice distraction from all that happens outside.

Gwilym learns you're on your own. On your own journey. He's intrigued by your story, the way you live and just..you and he wonders if you can hear the gears in his head turning. 

December, the month of giving and loving and with Christmas nearing, gwilym feels a new sort of new found confidence, only if that came out confident. 

He's struggling, falling over his own words and you swear it's the cutest thing you've ever seen but your stomach drops when he finally asks the question that's been burning on the tip of his tongue.

"Maybe we could get a drink again, tomorrow?" 

"If we ever get out of this place." You breathe out "your friends won't mind?" 

"God no," gwil chuckles and rubs the back of his neck "that wasn't very subtle, was it?" 

"No, it wasn't," You chuckle along with him and shake your head "but I like not so subtle things." 

[likesomekindofcheese]

Petrichor and idk I don’t exactly have a pairing but whatever you come up with is cool!

It’s all cool! Since we both love our Welsh boy, Gwil, and I have been high on my feelings for him, let’s go with that!

Warning, major fluff and sap ahead

Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground

It was bitter cold as you settled on the bed after a long day. You sighed as your tired limbs hit the mattress. You heard him settle behind you and the clap of his hardcover book set on the desk next to his side.

“Here...here...” Gwil offered.

He pulled out a few more blankets and put them over you.

“Wha...where did these come from?” you asked as the third blanket went over your lap.

“I have to make sure my dear is nice and warm. It’s supposed to be freezing tonight...” he said.

You heard the patter of the storm outside, right on the roof over your heads.

“If only it could be snow. One more celsius, then it’d be snow...” he mumbled.

You took his big hands and pulled them to wrap around you. You then settled the blankets to go over the both of you.“There will be snow soon, my love...” you said.

“Ah, getting mushy...” he mumbled. Both of you pulled closer, noses touching. “’Not complaining, though...”

Both of you pulled the blankets up childishly to your faces and began to share a couple stories about your days. You kissed goodnight and fell asleep curled up and facing each other.

The next morning you watched him for a bit. You woke up first. But Gwilym looked angelic. Even if it was just a white t-shirt and boxer shorts he was wearing to bed, with his eyes closed you saw the length of his eyelashes and pinkness of his lips. His hair had grown out during lockdown and swooped over his massive head.

Grinning, counting your blessings to share the heart and bed of such a man, you went to the window. Opening the shutters, you saw it was the calm grey of a day after storming. But the smell was incredible. Fresh. Pattered. Clean. You breathed it in deep.

“Y/N...Y/N...” you heard Gwil mumble sleepily.

Turning around, you waddled back to bed.

“I’m here,” you kissed his cheek and he smiled in response. “Go back to sleep, my angel, you don’t have to get up now...” you whispered.

“Smell that...is that from the rain yesterday?” he asked

“Yes...yes it is...” you answered. 

“Can I hold you cariad bach, ...”

“Yes...”

Your eyelids were a little heavy. You did happen to get up earlier than normal.

“Let’s just...let’s just lie here...and smell it for a bit...” he muttered before you drifted back to sleep feeling him around you. 

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[illfoandillfie]

Gwil is newly hired as a professor and ends up late on his first day bc you jumped his bones when you saw his prof outfit, tweed and glasses and all

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 16

hehehe gotta love some professor gwil 😏

Warnings: p in v sex, quickie against a wall, slight overstimulation

“I really,” Gwil cut himself off as he kissed you, the motion making you sway on the spot in the hallway, starting to speak again before his lips had fully left yours, “shouldn’t Y/N.” You reached for his belt buckle, “Well if you stop complaining we’ll be done faster.”  He composed his argument as he kissed you again, his fingers working on unbuttoning your work blouse as he backed you against the wall, “I can’t be late on my first day. I’m a professor now, I should be professional.”  “This is on you,” you giggled reaching into his pants to free his cock, “for springing such a sexy look on me out of fucking nowhere.” You moved your head aside so you could spit on your palm.   Gwil groaned as your wet palm slid along his length, getting him hard, “If I’d known you’d be so into tweed I’d have started wearing it years ago. I just wanted to look the part.”  “It fucking suits you. The glasses and everything,” you nearly moaned remembering how hot he looked, “Oh my god put it in me already.”  “Shit, really?”  “Gwil, you’ve got no idea how well it’s working for me. I need your cock.”  “Alright, Jesus,” he hurried to hike your skirt up so he could lift one of your legs over his arm. As quickly as possible he tugged your knickers aside and pushed himself inside.  You gasped at the suddenness, a slight sting accompanying the stretch, but you were too horny to mind. Grasping at the tweed jacket you moaned as he began to rut into you, each thrust easier to take than the last.   “Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted.  You tried to kiss him again but missed his mouth, catching the corner of it instead.   Gwil righted your mistake, groaning into your mouth as he sank into you over and over, one hand messily fumbling its way under your skirt to your clit.  The stroke of his thumb made you clench and Gwil swore again, breath hot against your lips. His voice became strained, his movement jerky, as he tried to hold off his orgasm long enough to get you off.   You shook your head. His faltering pace and inconsistent strokes were keeping your climax from building properly, “Cum Gwil, please.”  He breathed out shakily and with two more deep thrusts hit his release, pressing you hard against the wall as he twitched inside you, filling you with his cum.   You kissed him again, revelling in the feeling of it, even if you hadn’t been able to get off yourself.    But Gwil wasn’t through. Able to focus better now he was spent, his fingers on your clit became much more insistent, his hips still firm against yours as he continued to fill you though he couldn’t fuck you without hissing at the overstimulation.   You rapidly got close, clutching at Gwil’s shoulder’s, the tweed rough against your palms, until you were right there, moaning as he pushed you over the edge.  

You were still breathing hard when he slipped from you, gently righting your underwear. Underwear you’d need to change before you left for work.   “Well that was unexpected,”  You laughed, reaching up to rub your lipstick from his face, “Sorry, but you do look very sexy. Better go clean up, you’re gonna be late.”  “Not a great look on my first day.”  “You’ll be fine. But maybe get dressed a bit earlier from now on so this doesn’t become a habit.” 

[bluesfortheredj]

Imagine knitting a massive scarf for Gwil and he just wears it with everything and gushes to everyone about it 😭 whenever I think about it, I think about you😭

🥺 You... you think of me? 🥺🥺❤️ I am so in my feelings today it is unreal.

- Even if there's only a slight breeze on an otherwise warm day he'll have it around his neck, letting it hang open along with his jacket... "uh, Gwil, it's practically summer, why are you wearing that?" his brother teases.

"Why not?! There's a cool breeze out today, and it could get colder, you never know... Plus (Y/N) made it, and it goes with almost anything," he grins proudly, smoothing it down.

- He'll fiddle with the ends of it when he's apart from you and feeling like he needs some comfort, and he'll instantly feel calmer, almost as if you're there with him holding his hand... "that's really distracting y'know," Joe frowns, looking between Gwilym's face and his fingers that just won't stop moving, "can you stop messing with that scarf for one minute?!"

Gwilym turns to him with a half smile and one eyebrow raised, "nope! Did you know that (Y/N)-"

"... Made it for you, yes, the whole world knows by now," Joe scoffs, rolling his eyes.

- When it begins to get a little worn and small holes are appearing he refuses to throw it out, even though you promise to make him another one, "there's nothing wrong with it!" he'll protest when you stick a finger through one of the bigger holes, "it still does it's job and keeps me warm, I don't need another one!"

"But it's almost falling apart in some places!" you chuckle, inspecting it carefully as he tries to gently pull it out of your hands.

"I don't care, its the first thing you made me and I'm not going to throw it away. Ever. I love it too much... Almost as much as I love you."

[isitstraightvodka]

Hi Liv!! May I request 32, 35 y 43 with Gwil (or Ben)? thank you 🥺🥺🥺

32. “You’re blushing.”, 35. “Well this is awkward.”, 43. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” - think it’s time for gwil! 

The kiss wasn't meant to happen.

You weren't in your right mind and neither was he. A heart-to-heart talk wasn't supposed to lead to this, you didn't plan it and he didn't either. One moment you were looking at the floor, playing with your fingers, and the next, his hand was cupping your cheek and his lips were on yours.

Your mind was clouded, so much that it lasted longer than just a peck, you couldn't process anything for a good ten or so seconds before your eyes popped open and you almost jumped back a whole foot, curling your legs to your chest, refusing to look at him. Gwil, with the same downcast look, felt the same way.

"Uh..I don't know why I did that..I'm sorry." He muttered, running a hand through his mousey-brown hair. You still didn't look at him, the warmth of his kiss stinging on your lips, your heart and head trying to work out what the fuck just happened. He glanced over at you and saw how confused and shocked you were, but despite that, he found you so cute and it was probably why he'd kissed you in the first place.

"Well this is awkward."

You could easily agree. You felt like this was going to ruin your friendship with him. Sure, you knew he was a good-looking bloke but you never saw him that way, otherwise you would've made the first move to kiss him months ago. But for some reason, your heart started to beat faster at the memory of his mouth pressed on yours, you didn't have any control over what it felt or how you felt about it, but you were surprised at yourself, that you liked it, and if you liked it, you liked him. You just hadn't admitted it to yourself.

Gwil kept his eyes on you, wondering what was going on in your head, scared he'd fucked up, that he'd made a stupid mistake and nothing was going to be the same between you ever again. When he's nervous, he rubs his face and hair, and now, he was doing both, scratching at his growing beard, all while thinking about how good it was to kiss you, he'd wanted to for a very long time. But maybe he picked the wrong moment to do such a thing. He looked at you again and saw that your cheeks flamed rose pink, something that made the corners of his lips turn up.

“You’re blushing.”

You didn't even know you were but the heat on your face was evident, you wanted to hide away so bad, just dig a hole and crawl into it and never come out, you couldn't bear to look him in the eye after his kiss, you knew it would turn you into a tomato, a colour way more prominent than your current one.

He shuffled closer to slowly, closing the distance between you and him on the bed, and hesitantly, he placed his hand on your calf, covered in sweatpants. He encouraged you to look at him but you couldn't, you just couldn't, but in the end, you did, the awkwardness would've dragged on if you didn't. Your eyes moved to connect with his and something snapped in you, the shade of his irises, the bridge of his nose, the curve of his mouth, the hair littering his cheeks and chin, every aspect of his face lit up in your vision and you realised what a crush you had on him, so big yet something you had hidden away so good that you forgot about it. Your next thought, or action, was not rational.

His lips were on yours again, but this time, you kissed him. Mouths moving together, noses bumping, the prickliness of his beard on your cheek, his hand now on your thighs and both of yours in his hair, messing it up, gripping to the scalp to draw him closer to your body. A moan escaped his mouth when yours pulled away, and you smiled, wider than you'd done in days, you liked his moan, it was a sound you could get used to. All fears melted away as his forehead touched yours, your fingers running over his beard, the harshness of his breath welcome on your skin, and you could see, underneath the hair, he was the one to blush.

"Didn't expect that." 

"Me neither." You gasped and he laughed quietly, his fingers holding onto your arms, your cable-knit jumper suddenly making you sweat, or more than likely, it was Gwil who was doing that to you.

"You’re lucky you’re cute.”

"Or what?"

His words peaked your curiousity. His eyes returned to yours, lips just brushing over yours, making you let out the smallest whine, of delight and surprise.

"Or I'd do more than kiss you right now."

prompt list

[pedros-mustache-main]

gwil looking deep into your eyes and saying "you have bewitched me body and soul"

what in the ever-loving hell. i wrote this instead of doing my modern history homework. what of it?

he catches you by surprise on an overcast afternoon. your arms are tired, weary from hanging freshly-laundered clothes on the line. despite the gray sky, the air is warm and breezy. you’re content, having spent the afternoon with your sister and her new husband back from their honeymoon. 

you marvel at the way she glows in married life. she’s changed, though only just. at one point, you’d thought there would never be someone brave enough to court her. she’s like a kite, colorful and excitable; daring, too; always reaching for the sky. she’d be happy to die a spinster, so long as she could maintain her freedom. but along came joseph—and he caught the strings of her kite with ease. he doesn’t hold her down, doesn’t tug on her strings like a leash. he holds her like he was made to watch her fly and never let her go, like he was built to protect her from eager branches and thunderstorms and wayward birds. watching them sit on the settee, hands clasped in radiant happiness, you’d wondered if you, too, will find someone like him some day. 

the sound of danielle’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and you turn to see her, brunette locks free around her shoulders despite your mother’s quip that it is decidedly unladylike to traipse around in such a state. you still, the frock in your hands dangerously low to the ground, when you see who walks by her side. he’s tall, well-built, and painfully handsome.

it’s him. it’s gwilym.

you stand frozen as he draws near. danielle grins, her arm around his, that annoying glint flickering in her eyes. she stops before the wicker basket on the ground, and, for a moment, you hope none of your chemises are on display.

“look who i found sneaking about the front garden, [y/n]? it’s mr. lee!” danielle grins up at him. “he said he’s here to pay joseph and i well wishes for our marriage, but i thought there must be an ulterior motive.”

shock and embarrassment mingle in the blush that rises to your cheeks. “danielle!” you whisper harshly. 

she simply laughs, tossing her head back with ease. “the two of you have been dancing around like fools the last two summers. frankly, it’s making me dizzy. i wish you would do us all a favor and simply admit your feelings.”

gwilym shifts on his feet, working the brim of his hat between his fingers. he glances between you and your sister both, his own blush painting his high cheekbones. “mrs. mazzello,” he begins. “i don’t think—”

danielle drops his arm suddenly and steps away. she turns toward the house. “what’s that? you need me right away?” she throws a non-plussed look at you. “can you believe my husband?” she huffs. “dragging me away from you two like this? left with no chaperone? unbelievable, he is, but it is my duty to answer his call. i trust you both will behave.”

she flounces away, the ribbons of her dress trailing behind her as she answers the nonexistent call, leaving you alone, with the object of all your affections and desires and hopes.

there’s a beat of silence.

“i think—”

“i’m sorry—”

you both speak at once then stop before sharing an amused laugh. you wring the frock between your hands and glance at the ground. he gestures to you.

“you speak first, miss [y/l/n].”

looking up, you meet his eyes. “i’m sorry for my sister,” you say. “she’s... vivacious and conniving.” 

he chuckles and looks at the toes of his shoes, nodding. “i’d gathered. my friend is absolutely besotted.”

you smile, thinking of the way joseph lights up the moment danielle enters the room or opens her mouth to speak. “who wouldn’t be?”

gwilym hums in approval. “who wouldn’t indeed.”

sidestepping the laundry basket, you lift it to your hip and tilt your head toward the house. “would you like some tea, sir? i’m sure my mother can make a fresh pot, and i’m sure joseph would love to see you.”

still wringing his hat between his hands, he shakes his head. “no—well, yes, but i—” he sighs. “your sister was not incorrect about my reasons for coming here today.”

you hesitate, feel your eyebrow arch, your heart quicken. “oh?”

this is what you sister means—this dance. since meeting gwilym, you have fallen harder for him every waking moment. he’s kind and generous and intelligent. he’s well-read and well-spoken. he makes your heart thump and your palms sweat and your knees weak. you love him, completely and utterly, but you have never said a word of it apart from to your sister. he is far too good for you, too well-off. some other girl, richer and prettier than you, deserves his affections.

still, he has paid you several calls over the last two summers. he’s danced with you at the village cotillion. once, he’d given you a poem he’d read, cut from one of his father’s books, that made him think of you. there is something, you think, between you both, but you will never act on it. you are not danielle; you cannot be brave and take charge like she can.

“i came because i have a request for you,” he says. his words are slow, as if he’s planned them out ahead of time and is careful to not let his tongue trip over his sentences. 

you blink, a crease forming on your brow. “a request? what sort of request?”

“well, it’s a rather large one. i’ve taken a lot of time considering, you see, and i think you would be a perfect fit.”

“oh—is this about the position in your home?”

he nods. “the very same.”

your heart gives a little in your chest, but you adjust the basket on your hip and nod. “my mother told me of it.”

“she did?” his tone is somewhere between a squeak and a breath of relief. you can’t tell.

“yes. she said i would fit well. i know what i’m supposed to do, after all. i’ve been doing it all my life.”

gwilym frowns. “miss [y/l/n], i’m not entirely sure we’re speaking of the same position.”

you shake your head, uncertainty blooming in your chest. “but don’t you need a housekeeper, sir? what with your father’s passing and how large your estate is i thought that—”

“by god, woman, i don’t want you as a housekeeper! i want you as a wife!”

his outburst, so different from his usual gentle tone of voice, shocks you to your core. you drop the wicker basket with a gasp, rags and blankets and frocks spilling onto the carpet of grass beneath your bare feet.

he speaks fast then, as if his carefully planned script has been taken with the wind. a flush of frustration creeps up his neck, spreading onto his clenched jaw. “do you not know how much i care for you, [y/n]? i have thought of you endlessly these past two years. you have bewitched me body and soul, and i love you.”

“oh.”

“oh? can you say nothing else?”

“well, i suppose—i mean—do you really want me as your wife?”

his face eases, his lips tilting into a smile. “you and none other.”

narrowing your eyes, you smile and take a step closer. you’re standing on a dress, you think, but it doesn’t really matter. it can be washed again. he stays still, and you wonder if this is the closest you’ve ever stood to him. he feels much taller here; you must crane your neck to meet his eyes. he smells of sandalwood and fresh pine.

“say it again,” you whisper.

“what?” his breath fans along your face. 

“my name—say it again.”

he lifts his thumb, brushes it along your cheek with such tenderness you nearly melt. “[y/n],” he whispers, lowering his lips to kiss your forehead. “[y/n].” he kisses your cheek. “[y/n].” your other cheek. hesitating above your lips, he quirks an eyebrow. “what say you? will you relent and marry me?”

“yes,” you breathe. “a thousand times yes.”

he lowers his mouth to yours and kisses you hard, his arms winding around your back. somewhere over your shoulder, you think you can hear your sister banging her hand in elation against the window, but you don’t care. your mouth moves across his with such ease and perfection, and you know he is right: you are the perfect fit for him, and he is for you.

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Gold Digger Chapter 10 | Gwilym Lee x OFC

A/N: She’s back and she’s writing chapter 11 so it will come out tomorrow. I’m sorry for going MIA, guys. Life, you know?

Warnings: The usual stuff.

Word Count: ~2K

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Chapter List:  Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Gwilym watched in astonished silence as Lizzie stormed out of his flat, slamming the door behind her. He blinked at the closed door and huffed, placing his hands on his hips and dropping them to his sides again. 

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish a few times, trying to make sense of what happened. 

One minute Lizzie and Gwilym had a lovely dinner that he cooked for them, and the next Lizzie comes back from the loo absolutely livid and starts blowing a cork over some tabloid article. The paps got a nice, cosy shot of Clara, Rory and him on a fun Saturday out. 

"Bloody tabloids!" Gwilym hissed and raked his fingers through his hair, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. 

His slippers scraped the hardwood floor as he moved, and he wiggled his toes as he thought what he should do next. 

Shaking his head as if his brain is an Etch-A-Sketch toy, he walked over to the dining table and started picking up the leftover plates. Lizzie's lipstick still adorned the rim of her wineglass. He slammed the wine back and reached for the bottle again. 

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"Joseph", Shelly's voice trembled when she answered her phone. 

"Oh, baby, what's wrong?" Joe picked up on the tremor easily. "Are you crying?" 

"Shut up." Shelly sniffled. "I have to tell you something, and I..." 

Joe waited silently as Shelly's voice drifted. He sat down in his favourite chair. He licked his lips in anticipation. 

"I can't even bloody say it." Shelly moaned and sniffled again. "Oh, God." 

"Oh, my God." Joe covered his mouth with his hand. "Shelly, whatever it is..." 

"I... I'm..." Shelly squeaked out. 

"Shells..." Joe closed his eyes, prepared for anything. "Shells, are you pregnant?" He waited in what felt like the most extended silence ever. "Hello?" 

"What?" 

"Are you pregnant?" Joe bit his nails nervously and got up from his chair. He started pacing back and forth. "God, how could this have happened? We used protection, we -"

"Joe, I'm n-" 

"I can't believe this. What am I, Ben?! Knocking girls up without knowing them for more than a few months?!" 

"Joseph." 

"Fuck! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't freak out like this." Joe rambled. "I'm the worst." 

"Joseph, I'm not pregnant." 

"You're..." Joe stopped moving abruptly. "What?" 

"I'm not pregnant, you tit!" Shelly laughed. "I lost my job, and I'm devastated." 

"Oh, that's great news!" Joe heaved a sigh of relief. 

"Thanks, arsehole!" Shelly fired back. 

"No, I mean it's horrible that you lost your job, Shells!" He quickly corrected. "I'm just happy you're not preg-" 

"I get it." Shelly's voice softened. "I'm so sad." 

"I know, baby." Joe cooed. "But not having a job means you can come here and be with me, so it's not all bad..." 

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Rory ran to the door as soon as she heard the doorbell. She loved greeting houseguests, and she always wanted to be the one to open the door for them. 

Her little feet stomping, she lunged forward from the living room to the hall. Her shoulders leaning forward, her curls bouncing as she pitter-pattered in a bee-line for the door. She pulled a stool and placed it next to the door so she could open it. 

"Mum! Help!" She called when she found out the door was locked. "Help me! Mum!"

"Just a second, Rors!" Annie called back from the living room, where she placed Alfie on his playmat. 

She got up with a grunt and stretched before she bounded for the door to unlock it. Grabbing Rory, she bounced her on her hip and pushed the stool away with the tip of her foot.

"Hello, love!" Annie smiled brightly at Lizzie and giggled when Rory hid her face in the crook of Annie's neck. 

"Hello! Hi, girly!" Lizzie tickled Rory. "How've you been?" 

"Great! This one kept going on and on about Gwilly's friend Lizzie," Annie teased Rory playfully, "Now look who's all shy!" 

"Aw! Rors!" Lizzie shrugged her jacket off and hung it on the coat rack. "And where's my boyfriend?" 

"Alfie is in the living room," Annie informed and led the way. 

As soon as Alfie saw Lizzie, he shrieked with delight. There was no doubt about it, Lizzie had a magical way with kids. 

"Coffee?" Annie called from the kitchen. 

"Tea, please!" Lizzie replied and made silly faces at Alfie. 

Annie was back in the living room within minutes, two steaming mugs of tea in her hands. She placed them on the coffee table and plopped down next to Alfie and Lizzie. She reached out and rubbed Alfie's back lovingly. 

"So, Gwilym tells me you had a bit of a bicker..." Annie said as she picked lint off of Alfie's onesie. 

"I'm just tired of seeing his ex everywhere," Lizzie sighed. "Especially with him." 

"You realize Clara and Gwil are Rory's godparents, yeah?" Annie raised an eyebrow. "They're bound to be in each other's lives as long as Rory needs them." 

"Yes, but must they spend so much time together? And so publicly?" Lizzie groaned. "They look like a happy little family in those tabloid pictures!" 

"So what?" 

"He clearly still cares for her." Lizzie shrugged. "If he's not over his ex, I'd rather not..."

"Not what?" Annie prodded. 

"Not get too attached. Too into it." Lizzie bit the inside of her cheek as she pondered. 

"You make no sense, you know," Annie noted. 

"Can Auntie Clara come play too?" Rory asked, bounding into the living room with her new favourite toy. 

"Not right now, Rors," Annie replied. "How 'bout you show Auntie Lizzie your new toy?" 

"No!" Rory stomped her foot. 

"How come?" Lizzie pouted playfully. 

"Want Auntie Clara..." Rory muttered and threw herself in Annie's lap. 

"Aurora, don't be rude, now," Annie picked Rory up and put her back on her feet. "Be nice."

"I want Auntie Clara!" Rory stomped her foot and chucked the toy at the floor.  

"Shame, really," Lizzie said casually and fished a small gift-wrapped packet out of her pocket, "I just got these new stickers and I -" 

"Stickahs?" Rory's eyes lit up. 

"Yeah, a whole bunch of 'em!" Lizzie fiddled with the little packet. "I thought we could play with them, but if you're not interested..."

"Gimme!" Rory bounced up and down. 

"I thought you didn't want to play with me!" Lizzie teased Rory playfully. "Go get bits of paper and some markers. Let's create something!" 

Rory scurried off to the study and left Annie in utter awe at the quick change of events. 

"How did you do that?" Annie asked. 

"Easy," Lizzie laughed, "kids love stickers."

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Gwilym opened the door with a smile, hoping his texts to Lizzie worked their magic and brought her back. When he saw Clara, distraught on his doorstep, his face fell with disappointment. 

"Hi, Gwil," Clara sniffled, her chin quivering. 

"What's wrong, doll?" Gwilym asked, his disappointment turned to concern. "Why are you crying?" 

"He cheated on me." Clara sobbed. "May I come in?" 

"Yeah!" Gwilym stepped back to let her inside. "Jamie cheated on you?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you serious?" Gwilym asked, his face turning red with rage as Clara nodded solemnly. "That mother -"

"I knew he would," Clara blurted out. "I just hoped he wouldn't. I thought he'd treat me better. Annie was right." 

"C'mere..." Gwilym opened his arms and let Clara step into them. 

He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her, resting his chin on the top of her head. He could feel her body convulse as she sobbed into his shirt and wrapped her arms tighter around his waist as if she hung on to him for dear life. 

"This is nice..." Clara mumbled into Gwilym's chest. 

Gwilym heard what she had said, but chose to ignore it for the time being. It did feel nice, and he needed a good hug. 

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It's been two weeks since Gwilym and Lizzie last spoke. Two weeks since she stormed out of his apartment - and his life, it seems. And almost a week since Clara stormed right back in. 

Gwilym wasn't pleased with this new situation. 

On the one hand, there was Clara, whom he still loved dearly, in spite of his better judgement. On the other hand, there was Lizzie. She was like a breath of fresh air for him. Down-to-Earth, kind, grounded, beautiful. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" Clara's voice chimed and interrupted his reverie. 

He looked at Clara as she bounced Rory on her hip with a bright smile. Shaking his thoughts away to be present at the moment, he reached out and took Rory from Clara's hands. 

"Oh, just... work stuff," he shrugged. "Have to travel around soon." 

"Exciting! Where to?" Clara's blue eyes beamed. 

"Italy and Switzerland." 

"Oooh!" Clara gushed. "Very nice! You wouldn't happen to want company on your trip, would you?" she asked with a wink.

Gwilym felt a phantom punch him in the gut at that question. Since Lizzie was all but gone and Clara was back, things were... complicated. 

He'd been intimate with Clara on more than one occasion, and Lizzie pretty much ghosted him. She never replied to any of his texts, never answered any of his calls. All she did was read his text messages and ignore them. 

"I'm..." Gwilym started to stutter. 

"I'm joking, you big goof!" Clara hopped up on the tips of her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Though it is nice to be together, again." 

"Together?" Gwilym looked confused. 

"You know what I mean." 

"I'm..." Gwilym put Rory down and placed his hands on his hips as he faced Clara. "Doll, we're not together." 

"Well, then," Clara batted her eyelashes and picked lint off Gwil's sweater, "maybe we should be?"

The utter confusion on Gwilym's face made Clara feel triumphant. He still wanted her, and she could tell. She cosied up to him, biting her bottom lip gently. 

"Clara..." Gwilym started, but his voice cracked and betrayed him. 

"How about," Clara drawled, her eyes twinkling, "we take this home for her nap," she booped Rory's nose, "and get together again?" 

"...Fuck's sake," Gwilym muttered, angry with how his body reacted to Clara's wind-chime voice. "Clara, I can't. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Is this about Merida?" Clara rolled her eyes. "Let it go, love. She's gone. I'm here." 

"She got it all wrong, alright?" Gwilym put Rory down and smiled at passers-by as he said through gritted teeth, "we can't do this anymore." 

Clara rolled her eyes again and ran up to a stranger. 

"Would you mind taking our picture?" She asked. When Gwilym raised an eyebrow at her, she smirked. "For Instagram. I'm trying to fix my image." 

"Didn't know it needed fixing..." Gwilym grumbled as Clara grabbed Rory and picked her up to pose with her and Gwilym. 

"Post-Jamie?" Clara scoffed. "Believe me, it does." 

The stranger caught a candid shot of Clara looking up at Gwilym and smiling brightly and Gwilym smirking down at her. Rory was between them, making an "ah-ah-ah" noise like an Indian. 

When Clara posted it to Instagram, she captioned it "The Fam." s

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"How many missed calls do we have today?" Shelly squeezed her stress-ball and tossed it in the air to Lizzie. "Two hundred and three?" 

"Just two." Lizzie sighed. "I think he's giving up." 

"Can you blame him?" Shelly shrugged. 

"It's just that I have absolutely no bloody idea what to say to him," Lizzie explained. "I can't tell him what to do and who to spend time with. They're her godparents. They're stuck in each other's lives now!" 

"That doesn't mean he still loves her, you know." 

"He does." Lizzie looked hurt. "I asked him about it, and all he did was look at me like a deer in the headlights."

"Did you even let him get a word in during your little kerfuffle?" Shelly asked. 

"I begged him to say something. Anything." 

"And he didn't?" 

"Not one word," Lizzie said pointedly. She gave the stress ball a squeeze and tossed it back to Shelly. "He looked like I caught him stealing..." 

"Did you hear her boyfriend cheated on her? With some half-wit model?" Shelly caught the ball. 

"Yes." 

"You think she'll get her claws back into him?"

"I have no doubt in my mind." 

"Well, maybe it's better to stay away, then," Shelly suggested. 

"I think I love him..." 

A single tear rolled down Lizzie's cheek before her phone dinged.

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3 & 17 From the Cozy/Sleep Prompts sharing a bed for the first time with Gwil. ☺️💖 -Guess Who

3. “Don’t be nervous, you can come closer”

17. “If Heaven was a place on earth it would be you in bed wearing this right now and telling me stories until we pass out.”

Hmm, whoEVER could this be? 😏😏 I hope I give this concept the justice it deserves @the-southernbelle also, definitely changed around prompt 3 a bit, and the ending is a bit of a cliffhanger bc I didn’t know how to end this soooo 😂🙃

Every Friday evening, you and your best friend, Gwilym, would get together at his place for movies and wine (because he had arguably the best TV set-up, far better than your small, cheap TV set you found at a garage sale). It was your favorite thing to look forward to after a long, daunting week of strenuous work as a celebrity stylist.

Meeting different people and getting their measurements just right can get pretty taxing, and Gwilym knew that you worked harder than most stylists he’s met. You and Gwil met when he and the rest of the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody were headed to the BAFTAs for the movie, and the two of you grew a pretty close bond. You were inseparable, even when Gwilym was out of town promoting a movie or shooting, or you were jet setting across the pond to get celebs ready for their red carpet events. You always found time for each other - and all of the time you two spent together, learning each other’s quirks and dark secrets and such, the both of you developed feelings that grew beyond the best friend realm.

None of you would admit it to the other for no other reason than to not destroy the friendship. You two were hopelessly pining after the other, blissfully unaware of the attraction you shared for the other. Joe and Ben would get on you two separately for not admitting it to each other, but you two had the same response. “I will not ruin this friendship with my feelings.” Obviously, not much was mentioned after that, the two boys shaking their heads in disapproval.

Tonight, however, there was definitely a shift in the atmosphere between you and Gwilym. The way you both were laying on the couch, limbs tangled together, your head on his chest, his slender fingers carded in your hair... it was surprisingly intimate, even for you two. But neither of you wanted to separate, longing to keep the moment going.

That’s why Gwilym suggested you stay over - not because he wanted to get into your pants, but because he honestly could hold you, cuddle you like this for forever. And he did not want to miss the opportunity to be able to keep you as close as you were to him now, so the suggestion of sleeping in his bed was brought about.

You were getting ready for bed in Gwilym’s bathroom, rubbing your makeup off of your face with a warm washcloth as your heart raced at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as him. It was new territory for you both, and you hoped that this wouldn’t make things weird. But, you shook off the insecurity you felt about the situation as you threw the washcloth in the hamper, making you way towards his room.

“You know, if Heaven was a place on earth it would be you in bed wearing this right now and telling me stories until we pass out,” Gwilym joked as he flashed you a picture he found on his Instagram of a friend of his from Bristol wearing a Chewbacca onesie during a bar crawl.

You let out a snort as you playfully smacked him on the arm. “Oh, in your dreams, Gwil. That suits you more than me because of how freakishly tall you are.”

“It’s not my fault you’re a little munchkin,” Gwilym quipped as he reached to poke your sides, a giggle escaping your lips.

“Whatever. Get your ass to sleep, you meanie,” you lightly scolded, shutting the lamp that was on your side off.

Gwilym laughed at your comment as you made your way to the other side of his bed. You shuffled all of the way to the edge, keeping your distance. You didn’t want to scare him off by staying close to him, despite the cuddling you two did on the couch. You started to shut your eyes when you heard Gwilym whisper in the dark.

“You can come closer, you know.”

You turned to face him, eyes wide with shock. Did he just say that, or am I imagining things? “Are you sure?”

“Oh come on, y/n/n, don’t be nervous. It’s just me,” Gwilym insisted, his hand reaching to move the strands of hair out of your face.

You blushed under his touch as you shuffled closer to him, and he brought his other arm up to wrap around your waist. He was looking at you with an intensity that could turn you into a puddle on the floor. He was leaning in closer to your face, eyes flittering between your eyes and your lips.

“Is this okay?” Gwilym asked softly, blue eyes filling with adoration.

“Yes,” you breathed out, and you felt his lips press onto yours.

The kiss was nothing at all what you were expecting - in fact, it was better. Longing and passion dancing back and forth between the two of you, an unspoken language of need being only spoken by your lips. You both didn’t want to break away, to ruin this moment when you both realized how much you needed each other. How you were both desperately and hopelessly falling for the other in this pure state of bliss. A moment the two of you would never forget.