#gwilym lee headcanons

[laminy]

“I could drive.”

Ben looks over at Gwil in surprise. “Uh…”

“Well, not legally, obviously,” Gwil says, and Ben snorts.

“That sort of seems like an important bit,” he says. “Considering my education, and all.”

“Oh, that?” Gwil scoffs, and then gives Ben a playful grin. “Silly old thing.”

“Yes, that.” Ben wants to roll his eyes and protest further, but he also looks down at his arm. He’d gone to a kickboxing class with Rami just for fun (why, oh why does Rami have so much energy, it really should have been Gwil that went), but he must’ve hit the bag wrong or something. His doctor wrapped it for him; Ben’s not sure all that is necessary, but it has felt better. 

Rami and Joe have brought the kids over, instead of them usually going over there to hang out. Ben took a couple days off work. But now he’s not sure how to go about getting to the train station. Gwil’s walked down to the train station the last couple days, but Ben’s not doing that.

“I can just put it on auto,” Ben says.

“But really, you should be able to take the wheel if something happens,” Gwil says. “I have two hands.” He waves them both at Ben to prove his point.

“You also don’t know how to drive.”

“How hard could it be? I’ve seen you lot do it. Rami learned. Joe has a license. Joe’s American. If he can drive here, I certainly can.”

“Gwil.” Ben shifts on the sofa, and leans in towards him. “I appreciate you wanting to take care of me. But it would illegal. And frightening, on a personal level.” He smiles and kisses Gwil on the tip of his nose.

“Well, that does it.” Gwil quickly stands up, and Ben has to awkwardly fall back to get out of his way. 

“Does what?”

“I’m going for a spin. That’s what people say, isn’t it?”

“Sure,” Ben says. “Where are you spinning?”

“Up and down the drive,” Gwil says, as he walks out of the living room. “That’s legal, I know. Private property.”

“Ah.” Ben shakes his head, amused, but then he can hear Gwil getting the keys. And getting his shoes on. And— oh, Gwil is going outside. He’s really not joking. “Gwilym!” He hurries out to pull on his trainers, and he steps outside.

Gwil’s leaning against the car, looking amused and smug at the same time. “Come to see me off?”

“What are you doing?” Ben asks. 

“I just want to see if I can do it,” Gwil says. “For a minute.”

“If you want to drive, take lessons,” Ben says. “I can’t teach you.”

“I at least want to see if I can turn it on.” Gwil unlocks the car and climbs into the driver’s seat. “Oh! It’s a bit different on this side.”

“I’ve had my seat just how I like it for years now,” Ben says. “And you’re going to ruin that for me.”

“Are you getting in?” Gwil asks.

“How far are you going?” Ben asks.

“Down the hill.”

“Nope. Too close to the road.”

“Let me see if I can turn it around up here then.”

Ben sighs, and looks around, debating just how stupid this is. On a scale of Rami to Joe, it’s closer to Joe. But… Ben sighs again. How bad could it be? Famous last words? “Fine.”

Gwil cheers, and Ben walks around to the other side of the car. “Knew I’d win you over.”

“I need to save you from yourself.” They buckle in, and Ben looks over. “Alright. Start it up.”

“That part’s easy.” There’s a button to push to start, so even Gwil’s got that. “Ooh, love.” Gwil grins at him. “Look at me go.”

Ben laughs softly. As much as he thinks this is still a stupid idea, at least Gwil is entertained. 

“Now what’s this say?” Gwil pushes his glasses up and leans in towards the screen. “Do I want to be on auto or manual? Manual, obviously.” He hits the button and then grips the steering wheel. “Got my pedals down here.” He hits the gas and Ben jumps at the sound of the engine revving. “Whoops.”

“Other one.”

“Sorry, love.” Gwil looks down and gently presses his foot on the brake, and then he carefully shifts the car into drive. 

“Slowly,” Ben says, nervously curling his fingers into his leg. “Don’t take your foot off all at once.”

“Right.” Gwil slowly lifts his foot, and then he lets out a sound of delight as the car starts to roll forward. “I’m driving!”

“Mm-hmm.”

Gwil hunches forward as they slowly inch forward, and Ben reaches out, tapping him on the arm. “Oh, sit back?”

“Yeah.”

“Right.” Gwil sits back, and tightly grips the steering wheel. “I’m going to hit the gas.”

“Oh god,” Ben murmurs.

“Just a little.”

“Right.” 

Gwil taps on the gas and they surge forward— not much, but enough to make Ben’s stomach twist. They come to the end of the drive, and Gwil is smart enough to know that he should push on the brake before they start driving on the grass. A little too quickly, but they’re not going fast enough to jerk too hard. “Back in park.”

Ben looks around. “Thought you said you were going to turn around.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

Ben smiles. “No?”

“Not sure that’s for the best.”

Ben’s smile grows, and he leans over to kiss Gwil on the cheek. “That went better than I was expecting, honestly. You drove! Technically. You didn’t like it?”

“I can feel my heart,” Gwil says, touching his chest. “I’m not sure about that.” He looks at Ben. “Sorry I can’t drive you to work.”

“That’s alright,” Ben says. “I appreciate the effort.”

“It was sort of scary, isn’t it?”

Ben bites down on a smile. Gwil literally went to space, faster than the speed of light. Though, to be fair, Ben knows that Gwil wasn’t the one driving (piloting?) the Mercury. “Can be.”

Gwil unbuckles and moves to open the car door, and Ben’s arm shoots out, hitting Gwil in the chest. “Ow! What?”

“The car’s still on,” Ben says. “You just put it in park.”

“Oh, fuck.” Gwil hits the button to stop the engine, and then he settles back in his seat. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m going to stick my bike.”

“Yeah, probably for the best.”

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a hc with Gwil x fem!reader where she’s trying to get him to make a tiktok

Okay! (BTW thanks for taking me to the 2020′s by making me download it to get this right)

So Gwil was hesitant with TikTok when you convinced him to download it

“Y/N, it’s a garbage fire app! Like, all the ugly stories and bullying I’ve been seeing on the news...it’s getting too out of hand,” he insists, taking a first sip of his Sunday beer.

“Gwil, there are problematic things on Insta if you dig deep enough but that doesn’t stop you! Just download it... I pwomise you’ll wike it!” you plead, going into a cutesy tone of your voice that you knew Gwil found hard to say no to!

“Alright, annwyl! Alright!” he answered, laughing.

So at first he literally just watches videos.

And finds super niche things.

“Y/N, look at this American Eskimo puppy! It’s adorable!”

“Hm, I’ve never heard that song before. Must be from a musical...wait, why are they lip syncing dressed like that?”

“Oh my god, he plays for Wales...and he has an account?”

And other such mumbling you’ll hear at 3 am just barely waking, but seeing the glow of his phone and his sharp face and large eyes wide awake, enraptured.

So until one day you say, “So what do you think you’ll make for one?” as you see him on his second hour of scrolling through videos.

“Make one?!” he asks.

So you decide to start with a dance.

You teach him one, which is of course super easy

And he learns it in a heartbeat

Like, the BAB dance is waaaaay harder, according to him.

But you position the camera and time it.

And you both do it together.

So you hand the phone back to him, and urge “now post it! Everyone will love it!”

But there are

So

Many

Ways 

to 

Edit it!!!!

Gwil is fascinated by the filters, what silly things can go on your faces, what text can go on there.

It takes an hour more to choose and explore how to make the video fancy than to learn the dance.

Once he settles, it’s Gwil, so it gets some attention.

He will try to be reading something or cooking dinner and the phone will not stop buzzing.

He has to mute notifications.

But he has fun filming it...

He sets some timers on the microwave so it can beep him out  so he can do something other than filming, playing with the filters, and exploring.

As you both eat dinner one evening, you notice something is missing.

“Gwil, isn’t your phone missing?” you question.

“Well, I just wanted to leave it away, especially with TikTok...

“I’m sorry if it’s too addicting, I’m the one who got you into it...I don’t always like it either...”

“Really?”

“Sometimes there will be accounts, like on Instagram, of all these beautiful women with, like, the best hair and makeup, and these pricey outfits, and these tiny waists and huge asses and all their videos are of just how hot and amazing and rich they are and it just...it just makes me miserable,” you confess, playing around with the few boiled potatoes rolling on your plate.

“Y/N...don’t you dare compare yourself to them...I don’t want to be with them, I want to be with you, right now why...” he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin. He leaned a little closer, eyes shining.

“Do you know why I’ve been setting it down more? I’ve been realizing I’ve been using my time with you playing with it when...when I knew it would distract me, and I just wanted to make meals times I could be with you in the moment, just enjoying everything.”

Taglist: @queenlover05

[hotsummersimpingogacc]

dating ceo!gwil - headcannons

an: i actually don't know what i'm doing but whatever we love ceo!gwil and i had to write it

warning: mentions of sex... this is the first time ever i wrote this warning damn i feel like an adult!

okay first of all - hot as fuck! i mean damn dude

he'd be like super succesful and super rich

he would buy you anything in this world like literally anything

want a new shoes? got 'em! need a new car? here you go

he'd also shower you with gifts

things you don't need, like some dresses he found and thought would look stunning on you

but his most favorite thing to buy? lingerie.

like that super hot lingerie, that only he'd be able to see

he loved when you wore red

like damn girl you represent me so well!

gwil would try to make every single person jealous,

like some dinner with new partners - he'd take you with him and would just show you off

i imagine you two would live in some aparment building - on top floor - in that two floor aparment i believe it's called duplex (hope it's right i had to use google translate)

but like the hottest thing would be sex

you two would be unstoppable

gwil having a bad day in work? sex. gwil being in a good mood? sex. after dinner, party or a meeting? sex, sex, sex.

gwil would praise every single part of your body

it doesn't matter what kind of body type you have he'd love every part of it

sometimes he'd call you in the middle of the day to his work just because he started thinking of you and you kinds turned him on

in that moment you'd quit anything you do and you'd run to his work just to make him feel good

there's this one certain thing that turns you on about him

it's when he gets mad during some work call

in that moment you just wanna throw yourself all over him and make love whole night

eventually it happens

and can we talk about his dress code?

suit 24/7

suit + vest? damn baby

his hair slicked to the side with a little bir of gel

but when he's not working and you are travelling (cause you do that a hella lot) he's one of the most stylish men you've ever met

designer clothes because he can afford it, some cool shades, hair little messy

you don't even know which type of gwil is your fave

is it the office gwil full on in suit and vest, ready to fire all of his employes? gala gwil with his black suit and bow tie? casual gwil that will travel the world with you? or that gwil who'd fuck you senseless whole night?

also when he'd find you talking to his employes he'd call you to his office and he'd make sure you won't ever do it again because he has some certain respect and he doesn't want you to ruin it with some soft stories from home

and actually ceo!gwil can be soft. but only for you. no one can see that only you.

tagged

@borhap-socials @royalydamned (mentions of vest and vest in gif gotta tag my vest girl)

[glitterslag]

I completely missed you call for prompts!!! If it’s not too late, can I request a rainy day with Gwilym lee??

Yes hun you absolutely can! In fact, I like this one so much I’m gonna do it first cause the people need the domestic gwil 

A/N: This is my first (of many?!) Gwil blurbs so be kind. Also, I’ve got this headcanon that gwil’s hidden talent is cooking, so i thought i’d base it around that. (Low key I’ve been dreaming of a big homely kitchen with gwil with herbs on the windowsill and the lot. You just know he be shopping at waitrose) 

Here we go!!!

It’s a blustery afternoon in September and you’re pulling on your raincoat, getting ready to brave the journey to your boyfriend’s house. You’re just about to leave the house when you feel your phone buzz in your bum pocket. 

G: Squid ink. 

You roll your eyes and smile. 

This is a typical text from Gwilym, especially on a Sunday. Ever since the two of you have been together, you’ve cherished your Sundays. Any weekend neither of you are working and you’re round to his house, cooking. It’s always been Gwil’s favourite way to spend an afternoon, especially when it’s rainy like today, and it’s slowly becoming your favourite, too. 

G: There’s an Italian deli near the tube stop. Back wall, left hand side :)

~~~

Your stomach grumbles loudly in anticipation, earning you a disapproving look from the old women next to you, sat reading the paper with a fat, fluffy dog in her lap. You can’t help it. Every time Gwil’s got a day off, he’s cooking up something even more weird and wonderful than his last. Moules frites, baked ziti, Hungarian goulash. You can only sit and wait and wonder what it’ll be this time.   

The tube rolls to a stop in Gwil’s leafy London suburb, and you set off on your  culinary mission, coat collar turned up against the wind. 

~~~

“S’expensive stuff, this!” You call out as you stroll in through the back door using the spare key he keeps under a plant-pot. You’re soaked to the skin with rain, and, knowing Gwil, you could’ve been waiting all afternoon if you’d knocked and waited. Besides, you two are long past formalities at this point. 

The second you enter the hallway, you’re smacked in the face with heat from the kitchen, and the sweet, intoxicating aroma of bread in the oven. Your shoulders drop about a mile in instant relaxation. 

Home. 

He smiles and looks up as you walk in. He’s standing at the big, pine kitchen table in his ratty old apron, covered in a layer of flour. You hold up the squid ink proudly.

“I’ve sent the money to your PayPal.” He says as you go over for a hello-kiss. “Three pounds fifty.” 

“Gwil!” You protest, partly as you hated to split hairs over that kind of thing, partly because he was getting you covered in flour. 

“You’re right,” He ponders, wooden spoon held up to his chin in mock-contemplation. “I could’ve paid you back in sexual favours..” 

He grabs for your hips cheekily, and you shove him with a laugh. 

“So, what’s this for?”

You hold up bottle of black ink and he leads you over to the worktop, to a mixing bowl full of what looks like dough. 

“Bread?” You ask hopefully, stomach positively growling at this point. 

“Ah, non non non, au contraire” He says in the silly, fake French accent he reserves for when he’s cooking. It always makes you giggle. 

“Squid ink linguine!” He announces with a flourish, and you give him a puzzled look. 

“Doesn’t look like pasta.” 

“That’s because i haven’t rolled it out yet.” He explains with just a hint of exasperation, grabbing the bottle from you and pouring some in. “Thought we’d have it with some king prawns and tomatoes. Oh, and a bit of garlic bread.” He says, gesturing to the loaf in the oven with his foot.  

“Sounds great, babe.” You say, trying to hide your uncertainty as you peer into the pasta bowl. The previously white dough has turned to a deep, inky blue. You grimace when he isn’t looking. Gwil’s never made anything you haven’t loved, but you have to admit, sometimes all this gastro stuff can look far from appetising. Still - you know it’ll turn out amazing once he’s done. 

You decide to leave him to it, opting for a cup of tea and a biscuit in the meantime. You flip the kettle on and set about making two strong cups of builder’s tea, rummaging in cupboards to find the chocolate digestives. 

“Don’t eat too many before your dinner!” Gwil jokes and you grin, stuffing one in. 

“Alright, mum.”

You hand him his tea and he gratefully grabs it from you with floury hands, stealing one of your biscuits as well for good measure. You plop yourself down at the kitchen table, warming your freezing hands on the tea mug as you watch him running around in organised chaos, adding a pinch of this here, a stir of that there. You know by now that he doesn’t want help. Too many hands, and all that. He’s just happy to have you keeping him company instead of the radio. 

“So.” You begin, sitting back, listening to the comforting sound of the cooker fan, and the rain pattering against the window. “Tell me about your week.” 

[rogerina-yee-haw]

Gwilym Lee - NSFW Alphabet

a/n: hey!!! since I'm working my butt off at uni and can't upload that huge ass chapter of "at least I'm one", I decided to spend my time writing another stuff about Gwil. hope you enjoy!! <3 this is based on my imagination and purely on the image of gwil I have in my head as one smart person on this website said "sir this is my emotional support male celebrity that I direct my whole attraction towards as he is highly idolized and cannot hurt me"

warnings: smut, cursing

this is bad I'm so sorry

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Gwil is super cuddly, especially after sex. He usually helps you to clean up and then pulls you closer, so that his arms are wrapped around you and your back is pressed against his chest. He kisses your neck, whispers how much he loves and adores you, and doesn't stop until you fall asleep.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

He loves every piece of you. He loves the way your tits bounce when you're riding him, how your ass jiggles when he's pounding into you from behind, the way your fingers tug on his hair when he's eating you out and how your legs are wrapped around his waist when he pinnes you against the wall...He worships and admires every part of your body (ugh somebody get me a Gwilym).

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically … I’m a disgusting person)

As he's usually wearing a condom, he likes to come inside of you. If unprotected sex happens, he comes either on your ass or on your boobs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to try threesome, but he would never tell you about it (unless you talk about it first)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's pretty much experienced. He didn't have like loads of partners, but certainly had a good amount of them to know what he's doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

You and Gwil always try different positions, and his favorite are:

When you are riding him, so that he can squeeze your boobs non-stop and kiss all over your face, neck and chest

When you're under him, and your bodies are so close that you even breathe each other

And when he's fucking your from behind, as your ass jiggles, and he smacks it; hearing you moaning in pleasure as he does that makes him go wild

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Sometimes sex with Gwil is really soft and fluffy, and he cracks up jokes constantly, making you giggle. He just loves seeing you happy, so he does everything to see the smile on your face.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps it trimmed down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Gwil loves you to no end. He's very romantic and sweet with you, and the sex is always filled with "I love yous" and steamy eye contact. He praises your body, kisses every part of you and just enjoys touching and making love to you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he's away filming, he jacks off, your pictures and memories of being with you help him greatly.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Our Tree Man has some kinks:

Praise kink. He loves hearing you say how good he makes you feel and how much you love him. Your sweet whispers get him going further and harder (as much as you like)

Spanking. You both didn't know you were into it until once Gwil smacked your ass a little too hard and you let out a loud moan after that. It leads to you ocassionaly lying on his lap on your stomach and him spanking you, saying the filthiest things you've ever heard.

Breeding kink. It's not as if Gwil tries to impregnate you, but the idea of you having his babies drives him wild.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Gwilym loves having you pinned against the wall anywhere, but his favorite place to devour you is the bedroom. But it doesn't mean that you don't have sex on every surface in your house.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything that you do. Starting from you sitting on a couch in your tee-shirt and sweatpants eating chips and laughing at some stupid TV-show and ending with you seductively looking at him and biting your lip while you lay in bed in sexy lingerie.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that would make you or him uncomfortable or hurt both of you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Gwil loves both. He enjoys giving, when you are nothing but a mess and he brings you over the edge with just with his tongue; and he loves receiving as well, when you sick him off nice and slowly.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually the sex with Gwil is slow and sensual, filled with butterfly kisses and sweet nothings whispered to each other. But when you fight sometimes, the make up sex is fast and rough, with ripping clothes, hair pulling and leaving lovebites all over each other's chests and necks. It also includes Gwil rawing you from behind, slamming into you mercilessly, grabbing your hips and spanking you, while you moan and scream his name in pleasure.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Gwil loves having proper sex more, but as he is always busy quickies are much needed. The craziest quickie you had was in a public restroom in a restaurant after not seeing each other for three months; the sex was fast and sloppy, but very good.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Gwil is never against experimenting if this is something that you want.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Look, Gwil is tol and big™, and he can certainly last longer. I'd say 2-3 rounds, sometimes more, when you're both too greedy and needy for each other and can't even thinking about falling asleep without fucking one another's brains out.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don't think he owns any toys, but if you do, he won't be against using them on you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, this man is fond of teasing you. Gwil loves seeing you clinging onto him, begging him to fuck you. He enjoys seeing you breathing heavily with your eyes closed as you try to pretend like you're not on the edge of your orgasm.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He usually grunts, growls and sometimes, when you ride him, moans loudly (it turns you on crazily btw)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

It's not really wild but he has a slight daddy kink. When the word "daddy" slipped from your mouth while he was rawing you mercilessly, he almost busted a nut right then and there. It really turns him on hearing you say that and, even though he won't admit it, he tries everything that is in his power to make you say it more often.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's a bit larger than average.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As I said, everything about you turns him on, so his sex drive is always high.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He usually falls asleep after you do. Sometimes when he's overwhelmed with something and you two lay down in bed, with his head on your chest and your fingers in his hair, he falls asleep very quickly, feeling safe and sound in your embrace.

[softspaceboibrian]

as I promised, here's some Valentine's Day headcanons for you

Gwilym

He would probably ask you days prior to take a long weekend and stay home from work

He would show up to your door first thing in the morning

"where are we going?"

"it's a surprise! you'll love it"

you get in the car and drive off

during the drive you listen to music and sing along to pretty much every single song that comes on (it's a playlist you made for him some time back and it's full of Queen songs)

his hand is always on you, whether it's on your thigh, behind your head gently playing with your hair or holding yours

after a few hours, you finally understand where he's taking you

Wales

you had been there on your first holiday together as a couple

you stay in a rustic house, really cozy, in Pembrokeshire

in the afternoon he takes you to see the sea at the Pembrokeshire Coast National Park

the view is breathtaking and you can't keep your eyes away from the horizon when the sun starts to set

"it's so beautiful, isn't it?" you say

"it is" he replies

but hes not looking at the sun

he can't keep his eyes off of you

that evening he takes you to a small restaurant

he pays for you because he's a gentleman

you walk back to the house

it's chilly and he doesn't lose the chance to keep you close

his arm is around your shoulders, yours around his waists

he casually places small kisses on the top your head every once in a while

"you know I love you, right?"

"of course, I do"

"just making sure you remember"

once you get home, you change into soft and warm pj's and sit in front of the small fireplace in the living room

he pulls you closer and places a soft, gentle kiss on your lips

you kiss him back and then lay your head on his shoulder

you two then stay there, cuddling, until you both fall asleep

Ben

he might look all though and stuff

but he's actually the softest boy ever

he would pick you up from work with a big bouquet with all your favourite flowers

"hope you like them"

"I love them, baby"

he slightly blushes and you love it (soft boi)

he walks you home hand in hand, asking you about your day, making sure you feel good and nothing went wrong

when you get home, you find a Chanel bag on the kitchen counter

inside there's a beautiful little black dress

"what is this?"

"put it on. I'm taking you out"

you jump into his arms, peppering his face with small wet kisses

and he can't help but giggle

he puts you back on the ground and you run into your bedroom

when you're ready, you get back into the living room

he's speechless

to him, you look like an angel

you put your coat on and walk out

you're wearing heels, but luckily he takes the car

you have time to spare, so he takes you to the National Gallery to watch some art because he knows how much you love it

he fakes being interested in the paintings, but he's looking at you all the time

he loves it when you get so lost in a painting, your eyes shine and you smile while you tell him about the artist you love so much (soft boi pt 2)

around 8pm you go out and walk to the restaurantit's a beautiful restaurant (Galvin at Windows) and your ta le is right next to the window, from which you can see the entire London skyline

"you are so good to me"

"you deserve to be treated like a princess"

after dinner, he drives you home

you ask him to stay over for the night

he obviously agrees

you sit in the couch with a glass of wine in your hands, just chatting and exchanging sweet compliments

which quickly turn into dirty talk

and you end up naked on the living room's carpet

Joe

like Gwilym, he asks you to take a long weekend but he has something bigger in mind

he shows up early in the morning with two plane tickets in his hand

"I'm taking you to Paris"

you immediately cup his face and pull him down to place a long kiss on his lips

he helps you to pack some stuff for the trip

then you rush off to the airport

you're in Paris around noon (you were still in London after the baftas)

you drop everything off at your hotel before heading downtown

the room is beautiful, on the last floor. the view from the window is scenic. you can see the Eiffel Tower

the Eiffel Tower is in fact your first stop

you take so many pictures together and then random photos of your beautiful boyfriend on your Polaroid

you then go on your tour of the city

he takes you to the Louvres because you always wanted to see it, and then to Notre Dame Cathedral

you're both Disney freaks and you start to sing to songs in the middle of the square, gaining everyone attention

a girl who recognises him from BoRhap takes a video of the two of you and then uploads it on twitter: the internet goes crazy

the two of you end up laughing

then you walk around the city hand in hand, getting lost between the old streets

it feels like Midnight in Paris, it's so beautiful

when you two get hungry, you pick a random restaurant and walk in

it's beautiful, it looks exactly like one would expect a French restaurant to look like

after dinner, you take a walk by the Seine

the sky is clear and you stop to admire the stars

he's right behind you, his arms around your waists, his head on your shoulder

"the stars are so beautiful, just like everything here"

"you're by far the most beautiful thing I've seen here in Paris and everywhere else"

your face turns red and he spins you around to place a kiss on your lips

when you get home, he runs a warm bubble bath for the two of you, with champagne on the side

you relax in the bathtub together

he softly hums love songs in your ear

"I love you so much"

"I love you, Joey"

Rami

he's not the biggest fan of Valentine's Day, but he still tries to surprise you

he asks for suggestions to the boys on their group chat

he ends up preparing you a simple dinner (lasagna and a chocolate cake you taught him how to prepare)

when you get home from work, the lights are low and, in the living room, table is set

two vanilla-scented candles are burning in the middle of the table

you can already smell the chocolate cake

you walk into the kitchen and he's just finished cleaning up the mess he made while preparing dinner

"you're home"

his smile is so pure

he walks over to you and pulls you into a warm hug, before taking your hand and walking you back into the living room

he helps you with chair and then runs back into the kitchen, only to come back to you with the lasagna

"this looks exquisite"

"I hope so, Gwil suggested it"

you can't help but smile, knowing he tried his best to surprise you

it actually tastes really good

you laugh together, he asks you about your day

you end up drinking an entire bottle of wine in two and you haven't even had dessert

speaking of, the cake!

it's amazing

you really didn't think he would manage to do it all by himself (the last time he did, he almost burnt the house down)

your eyes go wide for a second, but then you just smile to him

you're so proud

you clear the table together after dinner, but just leaving everything in the kitchen

he sits on the couch and pulls you into is chest, his fingers immediately finding their way into your hair

he plays with them, helping you relax

"I thought you didn't like Valentine's Day"

"yeah, but I love you and I wanted you to feel special"

"I always feel special when I'm with you"

"then I hope today you feel extra special"

you kiss him, your lips gently pressed against his

Lucy

she had everything planned out for weeks now

when you get home from work, she waiting for you on the couch

you walk over to her and press a small kiss on her lips

but then you notice the smirk on her face

"what is going on?"

"we're going to see that musical you always talk about!"

"you got us tickets to go see Waitress??"

"with the karaoke and everything"

"what did I do to deserve you?"

you kiss her again and again

then you go to take a shower and get dressed

you're so excited that, all the way to the theatre, you're jumping around, singing the songs you already know by heart

and Lucy can't help but smile, thinking about how lucky she is to have you in her life

she intertwine her fingers with yours, making sure you don't start running when you see the big poster in front of the theater

you're basically acting like a child but she still love you

once you're inside, you find your seats

you're at the front, like 6th row

you can't keep still, so she has to place a hand on your thigh, stroking the exposed skin with her thumb

she didn't mention it before, but she loves the dress you're wearing, it really brings out the colour in your eyes

when they turn off the lights and the music starts playing, you let out a little squealshe finds adorable the way you sing along to every single song of the show, how your eyes get glassy into most emotional scenes, how loudly you laugh

when the show is over, she buys you the t-shirt you had set your eyes on when you first had walked inside the theatre a couple of hours before

you then take a walk hand in hand and end up having dinner at Shake Shack

she listens to you talking about the show and can't help but smile

"I love you"

you look at her and smile

"I love you, babygirl"

this is it, hope you liked it💞

🌹happy Valentine's Day, my lovelies🌻

[oscar-piastri]

being a queen fanatic and recording covers of the songs when the director brings in the cast to meet the incredible voice behind some song inspiration and they’re all mesmerized by you. at 18 years old performing songs by top notch bands and with an incredible voice. them asking you to teach them and asking you if they could attend your concert (which they do,, and you can spot them from the crowd bc joe’s sitting on gwil’s shoulders for most of the concert)

you’re a young singer and a huge fan of Queen

you post a lot of covers of their songs on your YouTube page

they were all well received, and your fans kept sharing them

that’s how the movie director of Bohemian Rhapsody reached out to you

asking if they could use your voice on a song to add in the movie credit

also to put them in a special album

on the day of recording the song you were gonna cover, the director came with the cast as a surprise

they heard your songs and were dying to see you record

you were in the recording studio singing and the cast was behind the glass

but you could still see them in admiration

mouth wide open as you were nailing those high notes

when you came back to the room they were cheering and applauding

joe was chanting your name

and like you were blushing because you loved those actors so much

Rami is like “that was wonderful, your voice is amazing”

joe is more like “THAT WAS AMAZING! CHEELS, I’VE GOT CHEELS”

Ben and Gwilym keep giving you compliments

and you’re legit dying because they are so nice???

“How old are you???”

“18 why?”

“Because my dear you have a gift!” (gwilym)

“that’s true, darling” (ben)

“Freddie would be so happy” (rami)

“GUYS SHE NEEDS TO MEET QUEEN” (joe)

they ask if you could teach them sing some part of Queen’s songs

“I’m actually going on tour in a few days!”

“we’d love to come to one of your show! If that’s okay” (gwilym)

and you agree, giving them a tour date in the UK

on the day of the concert you’re super excited

because of course your guests should be here

and as you got on stage, you’re looking for them

but it’s during your show that you spot them

dancing and cheering

joe on gwilym’s shoulder waving at you

and you wave back

they all join you in your dressing room after the concert

they brought flowers

and they all hug you, saying it was wonderful

[borhapstyles]

How about a headcannon for slow dancing with Gwil (with no music!! the sweetest) right before going to bed 💕

ahhh okay so i don’t know if youre asking me to do this before i go to bed or before the reader and gwil goes to bED SO I DID BOTH. this will be my last hc before tomorrow :) sorry I haven’t done any Joe yet! Promise that will be out soon darlings 

this was a really cute request by the way and I hope we all get to do this someday soon with our own loves xx

no matter what you guys were doing

you and Gwil always promised to have dinner with each other

and if he couldn’t he’d let you know beforehand

but it was an important thing in your relationship, a bout of constancy amongst his and your busy life

on one particular evening, Gwil was able to leave set early and actually surprised you by bringing home your favorite dinner

and your favorite flowers (if u don’t like chocolate)

and your favorite chocolates (if u don’t like flowers)

and a new record

Gwil baby really just went all out because he wanted to and he could

You heard the keys rattle one afternoon and you were like gasp and

he comes in almost struggling to manage his bag, your guys’ take out, your other flowers and chocolates AND not break the vinyl

so instead of him strolling through like he pictured

he actually had to shout for your name through the doorway lol

not that you minded tho, it was just nice to see him

and you kissed him so sweetly after that that he almost forgot all the other plans he had for you 

after dinner and lots of other kissing, you two stumbled onto the couch

you reached over to the coffee table to examine the vinyl he got whilst leaning back in his arms

“david bowie?” you inquire and he nods

“thought we could dance around to him”

and you blush because you had only really done that twice with him before

the first time you guys were both rather drunk

the second time it was before he left to film something for a couple months

and twisted your head around to meet him, a small smile on your lips

he kissed you gently whilst toying with your hair and you said “okay, let’s dance”

he hops onto his feet and you move to put the record on the record player

only you cant use your record player lol

you realised it was broken, or not broken but you guys just needed to replace the needle

so you guys just glanced at each other before spilling over with laughs

you guys literally just spoke about how you needed to buy new needles the night before and out of everything Gwil purchased today, new needles wasnt one of them

so you set the record back down and frowned

but Gwil didn’t care

he says “we can still dance without music”

and you’re like “you want to? you’re okay with that?”

and he smiles, lifting your arm up to spin you around and says “i’ll dance with you any time of the day, with or without music, darling.”

Gwil pulls you closer, so that your head is on his chest, his arms around your waist, one of your hands around his neck, the other on his arm

he’s humming gently and then you realise he’s humming Love Of My Life

he moves to spin you around then swiftly dips you

you blush and he just grins, loving the little tint that came onto your cheeks

and (whether you’re tall, not quite tall or super short like me we’re gonna pretend Gwil towers over you for a minute kaaaay)

so he has you step onto his feet and at first you’re like gwil are you okay with this and 

he just shakes his head, of course he is

then you guys just move in slow, gentle circles around your living room

he’s still humming, a new song this time, Songbird by Fleetwood Mac

but Gwil pauses for a moment and looks down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead 

and he’s just looking at you with pure love and adoration

so you kiss him once more then go back to resting your your head still against his chest,

you listen intently to the steady beat of Gwil’s heart, the sound of home 

[glamrockmonarch]

Dating a Latina Headcanons

Ben

When you met he thought you were really cute, you had been standing on line for a coffee in campus with a large coat and gloves on, a scarf around your neck.

You stood out like a sore thumb.

Ben liked that because although you did stand out, you never seemed fazed by it.

“Cold today. Isn’t it?” Ben said to you.

“Cold everyday!” You responded.

You became friends quickly, realizing you had half of your clases together but you only started going out after finishing school.

On your first date you took him -and I mean you because the little punk waited so long you ended up asking him out - salsa dancing.

Wild evening.

Ben met your family while you were just friends but once you started dating he would get all nervous around your dad.

Your dad had a tendency for speaking in Spanish at random so Ben was always scared he was being criticised or something.

Benny learns Sopanish 101. He cannot pronounce the J, or the double R. Sometimes he also forgets the H silent.

“Hola” or as Ben knows it “Jola”

Ben is scared of your dad but he is almost in love with your mother, or at least with her cooking.

For a white boy he knows how to handle spice, let me tell you.

During dinner Ben has all your uwus and jalapeños.

Ben turned out to like salsa quite a lot, even taking you to a Marc Anthony concert once.

“I love this song, I can’t believe he played it...” he yelled into your ear as you watched the performance of “tu vida en la mia” with a smile. Ben started singing and this made you laugh up until he wrapped his arms around you and started dancing with you.

“You’ve practised without me!” You accused him that time.

When your careers start taking off you are both busy but still find the time to go to that salsa club you went to the first time.

Gwilym

You met on the set of Jamestown while you worked as assistant to the director.

Having spent years studying film and cinematography you were still struggling to find gigs but Jamestown was your most stable one to that day, Gwil related to you in that you both worked hard and tried your best so friendship soon flourished and from it a romance after his character was killed off.

You always have your camera on you, so Gwil gets his picture taken more than often.

As a Latina you have to be in constant communication with your family, they all live far away in your country so Gwil has to be there for you on days when you’re feeling homesick.

Although Gwil is sweet and loving, you are the typical Latina who wants to show love all the time and you’re not ashamed of it.

Gwil will find himself laying on top of you on the regular, you always pull him close with his head on your chest as you brush his hair with soft moves.

You also kiss him a lot, may it be the lips or the cheek, sometimes the jaw when you can’t reach, even the back of his hand.

Gwilym knows that going to his parents’ house gives you anxiety, they have a very distinct accent and speak faster than you are used to hearing so you always pray you won’t be missing anything.

His family is super nice and patient though, knowing you have only lived in England for a few years, they try to ease you into their culture.

On your birthday, somehow, Gwil and his sister manage to fly your mother to England and have a party for you.

Joe

Party boy joe met you at a party - duh!

You dance the night again and get along super well.

Joe knows you for the party beast you can be, but after a few dates he learns that you are also a family kind of person who enjoys the quiet weekends with your loved ones and that you are not afraid of declining his offers to go out when your family is in town.

Joe is a New Yorker so he knows a thing or two about your culture when you first met but he does love your traditions once he gets to know you better.

“It’s Mother’s Day, what are you doing for your mama today?” You ask.

“I’m bringing her flowers later, we might go out for lunch too.” Joe answers.

This was the first year you were together and you almost slap him.

“What do you mean “we might go out for lunch”, Joseph!” You reprimanded him and thanks to you he cooked a full delicious meal for dinner and you had his whole family meet up at Joe’s place to celebrate their mami the way you were taught.

Joe now knows that you want dinner and get togethers for every occasion.

Ben and Gwil tease him a lot but they feel embarrassed the next time they are in town and meet you in person for the first time.

You had prepared a wonderful afternoon for them, showing them around town and having baked some cookies - your nana’s recipe - you made tea, inviting them to try mate as well.

You are careless with the physical contact, it is in you to touch people; so although it is weird for Ben to have you put your hand on his shoulder so often Joe knows better than to get jealous.

And he really has no reason to be jealous because you have your hand on his thigh almost all afternoon.

But also because of the sex. You have a lot of it. Great sex too.

Joe is a dork and as soon as his nephews meet you and you start playing with them, teaching them some nursery rhymes in Spanish he realises he might have found the one.

Rami

You share so much... for a start you are first generation, so you struggle with your identity from time to time.

Rami is super proud of his heritage and whenever you come up with a celebration typically big in your country he is all in on that.

Rami Malek dressed as a Mariachi for Halloween.

You didn’t even ask him to do it, he just thought it would be funny.

You dressed up as Cleopatra that year.

Although he doesn’t enjoy traditional music from your country he likes to watch you dance to it.

You teach him some basic slang from your hometown, which has him puzzled because that is not correct according to the enciclopedia Larousse...

Having met his family, and after his brother embarrassed him by telling stories of their childhood you take Rami to meet your parents.

Basically, your family loves him. He even brings some Egyptian dessert to your parents’ place.

You joke that you should elope and have kids somewhere else so nobody in the family has the same passport - as you still have your family’s country’s one -.

“I vote Finland.” You suggest while you lay together on your couch while he reads a script and you work on grading some papers.

“I...” He starts as his eyes finish reading a sentence and he puts the script down, “vote for Japan.”

The two of you laugh, unable to imagine either one of those options.

“You know, I’m Latina. And you are...African?” You hated the African or Asian discussion but Rami shrugged and conceded it “what’s middle ground?” You wonder, putting the papers down on your belly too.

The two of you come up with the idea at the same time.

“Australia!”

It’s just a joke though...or is it?

[starslady-imagines]

Gwilym helping his SO w/ a really bad anxiety attack?

Gwilym is an affectionate person, and he never had shame to demonstrate this. When he comes home and see the state you are, he immediately tries to help.

He knows that physical contact in this type of situation is not the best way to start, so first, he sits by you side and start rubs your back, saying encouragement words; about how strong you are and how much he loves that on you. When he realize that you are more calm, he hugs you and slide his fingers trough your hair.

He decides that you need to relax after what happend, then he prepares you a bath, offering to help you with your clothes and a massage. Gwilym is good with his hands, you love that.

After bath, he lays with you in bed and start to tell stories about things you two been through together, all the good memories he would never forget. When you start to sleep, he hugs you and rest your head against his chest and whisper “I love you”.

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hey, I love you're writing! Could you maybe write a Gwil hc with a Sagittarius reader? Thanks💕

Awww, thanks so much @coincidence-ithinknots-blog! Thank you for your patience in this! Here you go! I hope you enjoy it!

Likely you both were friends first. You loved Gwil’s intelligence and charisma and he loved your optimism and energetic side. But soon enough you both were like “...so...do we want to try dating?...sure, why not?”

Your First dates were adorable. Both of you excitedly share your passions and future hopes! “It’s been a while since I have done Shakespeare, Y/N...but I really would love to do the Winter’s Tale! It’s underrated!”

“Please tell me you’ll play the bear!” you tease, taking a sip of your drink.

He shrugged, starting a small laugh, “if I get to enact the world's most famous stage direction, I’ll do it! I’m big and hairy enough, I could!”

Soon enough you both would hit the ground running in your relationship. Kissing and hugging (and more???!) came (heh) naturally.

You both enjoy playing and watching Sports. Seeing Gwil either stand up and yell or lean forward, hands to mouth nervously at the last five minutes of a game is a sight to see.

Though you both also enjoy philosophy. Sometimes out of nowhere, just watching tv together, let’s say, a deep question will pop into your head such as “why is beauty associated with morality?” and you both will chat about it, forgetting the show altogether.

Laughter is a part of every day with both of your high spirits. Sometimes, you will see or say something funny and you both will hold it in best you can until the dam breaks and you both have tears in your eyes from the laughter.

Debates widen both of your views! When you meet a difference of opinion, it never results in a fight, just an exploration of the other.

You both are adventurers. They can sometimes be journeys of the mind as well as actual travels! But for Gwilym, with you by his side, anywhere can be an experience or a home.

Taglist: @queenlover05

[hotsummersimpingogacc]

single dad!gwil X reader (headcannons)

an: okay so i wrote it, idk if it's good but i honestly melted at the imagination of gwil as dad.

• you just moved to your first house in london

• while you were carrying stuff from your car you noticed your neighbor

• pretty tall and kinda handsome guy

• a small girl was holding his hand

• she looked at you and waved

• you waved back and smiled

• little started dragging her dad towards you

• you saw how he was starting to get red in the face

• you placed your box on the ground when they came to you

,,hi, sorry she just wanted to say hi."

,,oh that's okay. hi i'm y/n." you held your hand in the air and she shook it.

,,hi, i'm mai." she answered shyly.

,,that's a really pretty name!"

,,thanks, it means may in welsh." she smiled and looked up to her dad after.

,,oh really? that's really nice." you stood up and faced the man.

,,she's amazing. i'm y/n by the way." you held your hand in front of him.

,,gwilym, nice to meet you." he smiled and shook your hand

•few days later you heard knocking on your door and when you answered you saw mai with ball in her hands

•she asked you if you'd like to play and of course you said yes

•she took you to their house and then to the backyard

•gwil was standing there with his hands on his hips

,,what did i tell you about leaving the backyard without me knowing it?"

,,i just went for y/n. i wanted to play with her."

,,well, you should at least told me i was worried, mai."

,,if it's not a good time right now..."

,,no, no it's okay, please stay, be our guest." gwil smiled at you

•you stayed at their house until the midnight

•after mai went to sleep you stayed and talked with gwil

•you found out that he's a single dad because he's wife died couple years ago, quiet shortly after mai was born

•it was obvious that he's still not over it but you told him that he's doing a great job raising mai

•since gwil sometimes had to work late or he had to run to his job in the middle of the day he sometimes asked you to babysit mai

•she really liked you and he knew it since you were the only thing she talked about

•later, when gwil started to trust you more, he let you pick up mai from school when he was away filming or just had a long day in work

•sometimes you'd take mai out to toy store so she can pick some toys she wants to have at your place

•over the weekends you spent most of your time at gwil's because mai couldn't spend 5 minutes without you

•even gwil's mom who often came to visit started to like you

•you sometimes over-heard her conversation with gwil where she was telling him to ask you out because you're already like a mom to mai

•gwil always said no because he didn't want to ruin your friendship if anything went wrong

•but after couple of months he realized that maybe he feels something towards you

•he felt like that when he say you play with mai or just when you were talking to him

•he wanted to tell you so many times but couldn't get himself to do it

•he practiced in front of the mirror

•one time mai caught him

•they made a promise to not to tell you yet

•even when mai was really small she was already your biggest shipper

•when gwil finally found strenght to ask you out he made sure to tell about it to mai

•she was waiting in her room

•when you said yes gwil called her and told her

•mai's reaction was the purest thing you've ever seen

•when the date came and you came over to gwil to leave she was already at the door with huge bouqet of flowers

•and when gwil cameback home he had to tell her every single detail

•he of course didn't mention the adult stuff

•after that you had couple more dates and then you decides that maybe it is time to start dating

•so you did

•and when you told mai she actually started to cry because she finally had mom she always dreamt about

•you three were the cutest family under the sun

[rogerina-yee-haw]

“at least I’m one”

chapter 3: “- the broken rules and true affection”

sd!gwilym lee x reader

[the goodbye] [the sadness & tenderness]

summary: you and gwil met ten months ago; and he offered you to be his sugar baby almost immediately. you agreed at that exact moment, not knowing where it would get you.

warnings: badly written smut (again) sorry y’all; angst, fluff, cursing, cringy behavior, author’s spelling and grammar errors, typos

a/n: hey y’all ily!!! thanks for waiting!! i love you all!! I’m sorry it took me so long!! I’m dying at uni!! 

also, I wanted to thank you for 350+ followers like??? how did it happen?? I don’t deserve all of your pretty souls?? but seriously, you all are amazing and wonderful, and I hope you have a beautiful day <3

I :) hope :) this :) chapter :) isn’t :) a :) complete :) piece :) of :) garbage :) (it is imao sorry)

P.S.

there are three chapters left. 

As you follow your parents through the long and silent corridors of the hospital, you can surely say that you feel much better.

Becca gave birth to a beautiful baby boy; and you have never seen her happier. She and Jackson looked so felicitous with their newborn in Becca’s arms, that you couldn’t but shed a tear. For the first time during this day it wasn’t a sad cry; you were really happy.

Your sister needed rest after the tough night of labor; so you and your parents decided it would be better for you to leave. And now you are going home, back to your apartment, April and sorrows.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” your mum lightly touches your hand; you give her a fake smile in response. You can’t tell her the truth; and was there ever even a slight bit of truth about you and Gwil? Everything your parents know about this relationship is built on lies. You can’t tell her that you fell in love with your sugar daddy but he proposed to another sugar baby, and that’s why you’re heartbroken. You simply can’t.

“Just tired”, you smile weakly. “Can’t even imagine how Becca’s still able to talk and, y’know; behave as a normal human being after having such an experience”. Your mum lets out a laugh.

“Becca is strong. And she likes being the center of attention, so her desire to talk is quite understandable”.

“Put it this way, love”, your father joins the conversation, “Becca just wants everyone to praise her. That’s her character”.

“She deserves that praise”, you say.

Your father smiles. “Of course she does. She’s a hero”.

When your parents offer to give you a ride, you refuse, saying Janet is supposed to pick you up; you lie, once again. You’re not ashamed of yourself – you wouldn’t survive if you never lied. That’s just another deception. Just another delusion for your parents and you to believe in.

No one’s here to pick you up. Janet is probably having fun at that party, Billy’s sleeping, and Gwil… You sigh deeply. You just can’t continue doing it to yourself anymore. One more thought about Gwilym, one more memory – and you’re sure you’ll jump off of some building. You won’t make it through the night if you continue thinking about him.

He’s gone. He’s engaged to Alice. He’s not yours. He has never been yours. That’s all that you have to know for moving on.  But you simply don’t know how; Gwil has been a part of your life for ten months, you can’t just move on. That’s not possible.

When you get into the cab, you’re on the verge of crying again; all the bliss, given by Becca’s baby boy, is gone. You look through the car window – the streets of London are full of people on this Friday night. All of them are having fun, laughing and just enjoying themselves; and even if they have some troubles in their life, they simply forget about them while drinking tons of alcohol. If you do the same thing, you’d end up on Gwilym’s doorstep. You know that for sure.

Almost twenty minutes later you come back home; it’s silent there, as usual. You don’t even turn the lights on – you don’t want to see what kind of mess your flat is now. “Probably as messy as I am”, you think when you sit down on the couch.

On the floor, right in front of you, there is a bag. The bag. You take a deep breath before reaching your hand to it; you have to look through the stuff you took from Gwil’s apartment. You had to do that to cope with your feelings, to try to move on. You can’t let yourself drown in your sorrows, not being able to throw away everything related to him. You need to get rid of the memories. You have to do that just in case. Just to realize if the pain is still that strong.

The red flannel shirt is the first thing that you put out of the bag.

And you can’t even comprehend how much pain it causes you. It makes your chest ache, and you feel like your heart is going to explode.

And there you have enough of your weak attempts in moving on.

You burst into tears, squeezing the shirt in your hands; it still smells like him. Because it’s his, it’s his shirt. The one he says he hates so much, that he didn’t even protest when you borrowed it. The memories of this day are still fresh, and you let yourself drown in them, you give in. You can’t fight, you’re not that powerful. You can’t move on, you’re not that strong to do this. You want to drown in your sorrows, because it’s the only way to be with him now.

Still crying, you put the shirt over your shoulders. “Looks good on you”, Gwil used to say when you wore it. “It was a lie”, you whisper while curling up on the couch; you keep sobbing and wrapping the shirt around yourself. “Another lie to play with me”, you say under your breath, tears still streaming down your cheeks when you doze off. Your sleep isn’t peaceful; you dream about Gwilym, again and again.

                                            ╰╮✾╭╯✯╰╮✾╭╯

                                                     September.

“So you agree?”

You looked into the contract one more time; you furrowed your brows just to seem focused. To be honest, you’ve lost the ability to concentrate the moment you saw Gwil inside of the restaurant. He looked like the fucking Adonis in his dark-grey three-piece suit, and you couldn’t get the image of him roughly lifting you up from your seat and fucking you right on this table till you see the stars. You kept reminding yourself that it wasn’t right, that you just met him seven hours ago. You had no idea who he was until he approached you in that posh shop.

At one point you started doubting whether you needed that or not; but then you realized one simple thing. This beautiful, heavenly looking man was offering you the life you could never afford. Alright, maybe if you worked yourself to death – maybe then you could afford buying expensive clothes and jewelry. Also being alone for a year and a half had its own influence – and by that you certainly meant a badly hidden desire to have sex with Gwilym right there and then.

You sighed deeply, as you looked through the rules. They weren’t bad; as they weren’t, by no means, crossing any lines in any way. They were normal. They were adequate. You couldn’t ask for more. That was your chance to get free cash and hook up with a pretty dude. You couldn’t miss such an opportunity.

“I do”.

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rule №7. no contact with each other’s families and friends.

                                                        March.

“Someone get this goddamn door!”

Your mother’s scream was able to bring dead back to life; but now it only made you realize that you might lose your hearing, if she shouted like that one more time.

“Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?” Billy seemed to notice the way you winced when you heard your mother’s loud voice; and that’s why he decided to proclaim the song’s lyrics right into your ear. It made you growl, and you turned around to hit him on the shoulder.

“Idiot!” you said. “Go get the door”.

“I’m too busy to do that”.

You raised your eyebrows at him in disbelief; Billy was just messing around while his mother and you were helping your mum with preparing food and guests. Your dad and Becca with Jackson were of great help, too; everyone was doing something except for this dumbass. He grinned widely, seeing your frustration. “Besides, t’s not my house. I’m not allowed to open doors and, y’know, behave wildly”.

“Swift, for fuck’s sake, you’ve spent more time in this house than anywhere else”, you sighed. “And you certainly opened the doors for, like, million times”.

“But-“

“Billy!” his mother stormed into the kitchen “Stop wandering around and go get the door!” she took the bowl with fruits into her hands. “Or I’ll make you chat with Zelda!” she added before heading to the dining room. Billy’s eyes widened and he seemed to start trembling the second he heard your aunt’s name; so he left the kitchen immediately. You chuckled; this day was already a piece of work. Every time such a big family gathering happened, you knew that something would eventually be fucked up. Today was no exception, as it was your mother’s fiftieth birthday.

She wanted to have both her sisters, three best friends with their children and, of course, her own family present at such an important event. Three best friends included Mrs. Swift with her dumbass of a son Billy, Mrs. Johnson, and Mrs. Raymonds with her daughter Alexis and son James. 

James had been a pain in your ass today since the moment he entered the house. You expected to successfully avoid talking to him, but it seemed as if he wanted to speak to you more than anything. You couldn’t really understand why. You hadn’t communicated properly for four years, right since your breakup, and you didn’t really want to; firstly, because before you were too invested in your relationship and split with Luke, and now because of Gwilym.

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh. How you wished to have Gwil here now; you knew that with him everything would be so much better. And, moreover, if Gwil was here, James wouldn’t be bothering you. You couldn’t tell him to fuck off; you were too nice for that. Besides, you didn’t want to ruin the “normal” relationship that you two had – if it was possible to call it like that. 

He was not only your childhood friend, but your ex, your first kiss, your first sex and your first heartbreak. Every “first” that happened to you was connected to James; and no matter how much thankful you were to him for giving you a necessary experience, you couldn’t but regret your decision to date your mum’s best friend’s son at the age of fourteen. If you never saw him again, everything would be so much easier. All just because he was awfully clingy and tedious; it seemed as if he had never grown up and was still stuck in high school. And he was an idiot in high school.

“You need help?” As your back was facing the kitchen’s entrance, you couldn’t miss the opportunity to roll your eyes when you heard James’s voice. It took you everything not to tell him to fuck off, as you put a fake smile on your face and turned around to see him standing near the fridge. A couple of steps more – and he would be right in front of you. Disgusting.”No; but thank you for the offer, James”.

“Oh, Y/N”, he smiled and moved a bit forward; your fists tightened and you clenched your jaw, still smiling. “You’re always welcome”.

Please, dear God. Save me from this monstrosity.

Billy was humming the song about the poor groom and his whore-bride as he approached the door; he was happy enough to avoid talking to aunt Zelda for a while. She was the most annoying person he had ever met, and she also hated him to death; so opening the door was quite a good opportunity.

A tall dude in a suit with bouquet of flowers on Y/L/N’s house’s doorstep surprised Billy; as he was 5’6” himself, everyone taller than that seemed like a giant to him. And this really handsome pal was certainly intimidating. “You alright, mate?” Billy examined him from heat to foot; the suit was totally expensive and the man himself looked like a fucking duke.

“Is Y/N here?” his voice was deep and a bit husky; Billy furrowed his brows – he had no idea you were aquianted with someone from the Royal Family.

“Y/N!” he screamed. “That’s for you!”

When James was almost standing near you, Billy’s voice saved your day. “Thank God!” you shouted in response and flew out of the kitchen; no matter who was there, you were happy enough it happened. You saw Billy standing in front of the open door; leaning to the doorway, that was leading from the hall to the living room, you let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t even see who was at the door; and at the moment you didn’t care, as you stood there, panting, with your eyes closed.

“Fucking James”, you breathed. “I hate this fucking wanker so much, you don’t even know, Billy”.

“Oh no, I do, trust me, Y/L/N. ‘Cause I hate him more”.

“If I hear his fucking voice one more time, I swear-“

“Who’s James?”

You couldn’t believe it; did the voice that you heard belong to Gwilym? Your eyes went round; and when you finally saw him, standing on your parents’ house’s doorstep, your eyes lit up and your mouth curved into a smile. He was there.

“Gwil”, you mouthed. He beamed, and his whole face lit up when he saw you. Or maybe it just seemed to you that it did.

“Y/N”, he said, “hey”.

“I’m Billy!” he chimed in, resting his chin on your shoulder; your smile faded as your rolled your eyes at him.

“Swift, go to the kitchen and help our mums”, you said quickly. He huffed.

“And talk to Raymonds? No, thank you.”

As you kept maintaining eye contact with Gwil, you couldn’t but close your eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “Billy”, you said through gritted teeth, “go and help our mums”.

“Y/L/N-“

“Billy!” you turned around; if it was possible to burn someone down with just one simple gaze, Billy would have been dead already. “Go and do it, while I’m asking you nicely!” you pinched his shoulder so strongly, that he jumped and let out a squeak.

“Alright!” he raised his hands. “I’ll do anything if you stop hitting and pinching me. Bloody woman”, he mumbled, while leaving.

“Sorry about him”, you looked back at Gwil; he was still smiling at you. “He’s just twelve, really”. 

“Is that your best friend you told me about?”

“Yeah”. Only then you noticed he was holding a bouquet of lilies.

“That’s my mum’s favourite flowers”, you said quietly. “How’d you know?”

His gaze was fixed on your face; and you couldn’t but look away because you felt extremely flustered.

“You said it once. I remembered���.

You melted like an ice-cream under the scorching sun. He remembered that? It took your father twenty-seven years of marriage to memorize his wife’s favorite flowers, and here was Gwil – remembering about it for some time. You didn’t even know how to react.

But then you realized one thing. He was not supposed to be here. He was your sugar daddy; and one of the rules was not to have any contact with each other’s families of friends. What exactly was he doing here?

“What are you doing here?” you asked. “You said you gonna have a business trip”.

He smiled. “I deferred it to the next weekend. Couldn’t leave my girl alone with her, as she says that, crazy family”.

My girl. Of course, you heard him say that million times; but something was different now, you could feel it in your bones.

You smiled like an idiot, while he was taking off his coat; he beamed at you back, and there you were – two grinning idiots, who stood in your parents’ house’s hallway. That was so much you wanted to tell him; how thankful you were that he came, but mostly you wanted to kiss him softly and whisper “I love you” in between kisses.

“You’re gonna regret it”, you say instead. “They’re embarrassing”.

He chuckled and took your hand; Gwil pressed a sweet kiss to your knuckles. “I will never regret a minute spent with you. Even if your family is embarrassing”. He pulled you closer, and you were perfectly safe and sound in his arms. The flowers, lying on the little sofa in the hallway, were long forgotten, as well as guests, food and the world. Gwil was warm and lovely, and you closed your eyes, resting your head in the crook of his neck. You would stay like this forever. You didn’t need anything, anyone else, but him, just him, only him. You had no idea why he was there, when he could be somewhere else, with another sugar baby, having sex and buying jewelry. But he was there, with you.

“You are stunning”, he whispered in your ear. “Red looks good on you”. You let out a chuckle against his neck. God, that was so silly.

“You bought me this dress, after all”, you answered quietly. Gwil hummed in response and kissed your hair; you pulled away from his neck, catching him staring at you in awe. You lost yourself in his blue eyes, lost yourself forever in his mesmeric gaze. Was this love? For you, yeah. For you, it was everything you ever wanted – it seemed that Gwilym walked into your life in that dark-blue suit at the end of the September right from your dreams. You didn’t even know when exactly you fell in love with him – but you knew it was more than just a simple arrangement now. At least for you.

“It’s not the point, baby”, his fingers traced different shapes on your back and Gwil could certainly feel you shivering under the dress. “You look good in everything”. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, and you both smiled. It was perfect.

“You must be the mysterious guy Y/N always talks about!” You let out a squeak and jumped back from Gwilym in an instant; your sister was leaning onto the doorframe and grinning impishly. You pressed a hand to your chest and cursed under your breath. “I’m Becca, her elder sister”, her and Gwil shook hands and you couldn’t but roll your eyes; Becca was up to something. You didn’t like the thought of it; any idea of your sister always turned out to be a disaster.

You all walked in the dining-room; and the whole place went from a loud chat to complete silence. Aunt Zelda, as you noticed, was examining Gwil thoroughly. You furrowed your brows and rolled your eyes; your aunt was evidently interested in a good-looking man who just walked in with you. You let out an exasperated sigh and rolled your eyes once again, this time thinking that they may just stay inside of your head if you do that one more time. You saw Billy barely holding back his hysterical laugh, when you sat down at the table; you stopped yourself from slapping your forehead and throwing something at Swift. Your attention was drawn to Becca and Jackson as they were having whispered conversation, while looking at you and Gwil. James looked confused, when you gave him a brief look; his opinion was the last one you were interested in. You were so invested in observing everyone’s reaction that you missed the main one – your mum’s.

“….boyfriend?”

You frowned hearing the scraps of the conversation; you turned your head and caught your mum and dad talking to Gwilym. You looked at them, being disoriented, as you heard him saying that. “Yes, I am. I’m Y/N’s boyfriend”.

You tilted your head, still furrowing your brows. Boyfriend?

“I’m Y/N’s boyfriend”, for fuck’s sake, what?

“Holy shit”, you almost mumbled, still staying bewildered; he didn’t just say what he said, did he?

Boyfriend? No. He was not your boyfriend. He was the exact opposite. He bought you expensive shit and fucked you into oblivion. He was your sugar daddy. He was providing you with money and taking you to luxurious resorts to spend the weekend there. He made an arrangement, came up with rules for both of you to follow. He had other women as his sugar babies, whom he fucked too. He was a boss in the huge ass company. He was a literal Disney Prince. He was this, and not your boyfriend.

But he took care of you when you were terribly sick after your romantic getaway in Aspen. He held you tightly when you were crying. He cuddled you until you fell asleep in his arms, both of you beaming. He praised every part of your body. He wrote you cute letters every day, saying how much he adored you. He told you he was proud of you when you got a promotion. He made you a bubble bath with candles lit around and sweet music playing on the background. He did facemasks with you while watching your favorite shows. He told you he didn’t want to let you go. He made you feel valued and protected, for the first time after two failed relationships. He made you feel as if it wasn’t just an arrangement. He made you feel like he loved you.

Your heart skipped a beat at this thought. Loved you? No, that was ridiculous. Gwilym couldn’t love you; he could love Alice, a small pretty thing with her piercing gaze and gracious movements; or his other sugar baby, Zoe, with her husky voice and plump lips. He could love someone much more skinnier than you, someone not that tall, and someone not that awkward. He was way out of your league; and still, somehow, he was there, at your family’s gathering, talking to your relatives and resting his hand on your thigh.  He was there, with you, not anywhere else. He was there. 

You exchanged glances, smiled at each other; throughout the whole evening he never stopped whispering into your ear about how beautifully you looked. He held your hand and kissed it, when there was an opportunity. Gwil was talking to your dad about science and business, like your father had a clue about any of those things; he even chatted with Billy for a moment, which made you smile lightly. It seemed to you that every time he looked at you, his eyes lit up.  And for a moment you knew - he was yours. Only yours.

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rule №2. accept every gift that is given.

                                                     February.

It was so good.

The sound of Gwil’s skin clapping against yours, the way he gripped your hips and sucked on the skin in the crook of your neck made you arch your back, your breasts pressing into his chest. He growled, and it sent shivers down your spine. His thrusts were now faster, as he was as close as you.

“You like it like that, right, baby?”

You were clinging onto him as if it was the matter of life and death; and it was, indeed. He was giving you what you needed. Finally. “Yes, daddy”, you mouthed. “I’m so close”, you were breathing hard and saying these words wasn’t very easy as well; but it was what he wanted – you spoke. Gwil thrusted into you harshly, burying himself inside of you so deeply that you could only scream his name in pleasure. It seemed that you both had forgotten about the little game you played. You were more than happy to realize that; even though you were terribly wrong about Gwilym.

He started moving slower in you and then pulled out; your eyes were wide open the second he did that. What the actual fuck?

You rose on your elbows; your brows drew together as you watched this asshole slyly grin. “You said…” you were panting. “You said…you…”

“That I’ll let you cum in the bedroom?” he replied. “That’s true”, he shrugged his shoulders. “But you didn’t catch one little thing, love”, Gwil was hovering over you again. “By that I meant master bedroom. And this”, he pressed a kiss on your lips, “This is certainly not the master bedroom”.

You looked at him with wide eyes and sighed loudly. In a master bedroom? “There are seven bedrooms in this house”, you mumbled, when you head fell back onto the pillows. He was kidding, right? He didn’t let you cum neither in the kitchen nor in the living room, and promised you’d come in the bedroom – but now, turned out that he was just messing with you? You covered your eyes with your hand and sighed deeply. This was going to be a long ride; and with Gwil’s desire to edge you until you were begging and telling him exactly what he wanted – you knew you would be exhausted as fuck.

“This can end very quickly, y’know it, love”, he hovered over you, you could feel it; your eyes were still closed and jaw clenched tightly. You didn’t want to give in. You didn’t start playing this game just to let him win in the end.

It wasn’t exactly a game, though. You were just rejecting his gift, and that’s all. The only thing was that not accepting the present was another violation of rules. And, also, that his gift was a fucking three-storied house. A freaking mansion with a huge garage, a back garden, and, like, fifty rooms. He just said, “It’s a simple gift, love”, and you jaw fell open at his words. Simple fucking gift; the one you never asked for. That was too much. Money, Cartier bracelets, diamond necklaces and designer clothes were great and amazing, but the house? You knew Gwil couldn’t get enough of spoiling, but he crossed the line here, even for a sugar daddy. Even for this type of relationship buying a house was too much.

But he, apparently, didn’t think so. He kept on insisting it didn’t mean anything, that he didn’t even spend that much money on it. Your blood was boiling, and you could feel your ass burning with anger. 

Now your ass was burning too, but because of how much Gwil was spanking you. You were ready to come undone just cause of it, but this asshole didn’t let you. He wouldn’t let you come until you accepted the gift. And even though you really liked the house, you couldn’t just agree on his terms and take it. No. It was too much. Even for such a rich dude like Gwil.

“I just have to accept your gift and shut up, right?” you said through gritted teeth. Gwil furrowed his brows, and took your hand from your face. Your eyes were open as you were looking at him irritably.

“I never told you to shut up”, his tone was serious as he was staring you in the eyes. “And it’s not what I meant. You know that”. He sounded offended; you suddenly felt guilty about your behavior. You were acting like a bitch the second you saw the house, and said some stupid shit, like “I hate this fucking house". He shouldn’t have bought it, but you shouldn’t be a brat about it either. He did  it not 'cause he wanted to buy you, no; he did it because that’s how he showed his affection. And it was part of your arrangement, part of then rules after all; he always sticked to them, unlike you.

“I do”, you cupped his face in your hands, looking at him softly. “I know that you don’t mean anything like that”, you pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. He kissed you back eagerly, putting his hands on your waist and pulling himself lower, closer to you. You both were naked, aroused and hungry for each other. You pulled away trying to catch your breath. “But I still can’t accept this gift, Gwil”.

Gwilym let out a loud groan as he rolled over to another side of the bed. “Why’s that, Y/N?” he tried to sound neutrally but you could feel irritation coming out of his whole body.

“Baby, I told you already”, you sighed tiredly. “The house’s too big, too expensive. I can’t accept it”.

“It’s a gift, love”, he ran his fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to think about its price”.

You rolled over to face him, but he wasn’t looking at you; he lied on his back, breathing heavily with eyes closed. Too annoyed to even speak to you. And even though he wouldn’t speak to you through his mouth, you knew through what he would certainly answer you. If he said “no” to it, you would never insist on keep going. You were both keeping each other comfortable, always.

He was still rock hard and you had to restrain yourself from moaning. He might have been a huge ass with the whole edging thing today, but you wanted him like crazy, always and constantly.

 He let out a groan when you straddled him. You tried your best to keep a straight face, but you were so fucking wet that no facial expression could save you.Gwil felt that; thinking that you were insisting on continuation of the sex, he put his hands on your hips, trying to make you move; but you had other plans for him. You took his hands off of you and put them on his sides. “What will people say when they learn I’m living in such a big house?” you traced circles on his chest with your fingers; he drew in a long breath, gripping the sheets. “No one would believe I’m able to even rent it. I’m not really rich, baby”, you kept maintaining eye-contact; him inside of you and neither of you moving.

“Fuck them”, he whispered. He made you feel like a goddess just by looking at you that lovingly and hungrily. You moaned at the thought, and Gwil took this chance to putting his hands on your hips again. You raised an eyebrow and brushed his hands off. He didn’t let you cum. Now you were going to torture him for a little bit as well.

“No touching, Gwil. You can’t do that unless I say so”.

He licked his lips and grinned, surprised by your sudden dominance. He liked seeing you like this: confident and naked. Gwil’s favorite moods of yours.

“Shit, Y/N”, he grunted. “You feel amazing. So tight and beautiful”.

You gasped; Gwil was well aware of the effect his words had upon you, and he smiled, no, he fucking grinned, looking at you, almost twirling in ecstasy already.

The smug look on his face vanished when you started rocking your hips against him. Moving up and down his cock, you moaned and clung on his chest with your nails. He hissed, gripped the sheets tightly but never touched you. You rode him fast and needy, trying to reach your climax sooner than he noticed. “Feels so good”, you whined. Sweaty, greedy, whimpering, with head tilted back and nails digging in his chest – just the sight of you like this could make Gwil lose control. He wanted to thrust into you harshly, touch you everywhere, run his fingers through your hear and caress your face as you rode you both to orgasm – but he followed your rules. Not only 'cause he liked that, but also because he wanted to show you that obedience wasn’t too bad. Although he would certainly disagree with it right now, when he couldn’t even kiss you. “Touch me”, you breathed, needing his hands on you. God, you needed him in so many ways.

“Finally”.

He squeezed your breasts immediately; you moaning echoed in the room, making him even more turned on than he already was. Your walls clenched against him, and no matter how much he wanted to continue your little game, he wanted to fuck you properly more. He wanted to hear you screaming, wanted to see your face when you cum. God, he wanted all of you just to him.

You felt your orgasm coming in any moment, and you bit your lip to hold back moans, so that Gwil wouldn’t stop. But he didn’t even intend to. Not this time. “Come on, baby”, he whispered, caressing your sides, “come for me”.

Gwilym’s words made you lose it, lose all the power you thought you had. You fell onto him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, as he was fucking you now, hitting that exact spot inside you that drove you crazy. “Gwil”, you panted against his neck; and  your hot breath sending shivers down his spine and making him thrust into you harder. “I’m gonna cum”, you said in an unsteady voice, while gripping his shoulders and digging your nails in there.

“Let go, baby”.

He let out a pure animalistic growl and suddenly flipped you over, so you were underneath him. He attacked your lips with his, giving you the most heated and loving kiss in your life. You wrapped your legs around his waist so that he could have a batter access to hit your g-spot; with your hands on his neck, you didn’t let him to break the kiss, deepening it, trying to fight for dominance. But dominance was his thing in bedroom.

He buried himself so deep inside of you that you two could only moan into each other’s mouths; you both reached your highs together, skin to skin, in unison, screaming one another’s names and grabbing the sheets. You both needed that.

Some minutes later, when you came down from your high Gwil left a delicate kiss on your forehead and got up; throwing the used condom into the trash, he turned around and saw you lying down with your hand covering your face. The blissful smile on your face and steady breathing told him that you were ready to nod off.

“Falling asleep on me, aren’t ya?” he lied down next to you; Gwil took your hand and pressed a kiss to it.

You took a deep breath. “Just give me a couple of minutes”, your reply was weak; Gwilym chuckled and smacked your ass playfully. You giggled and turned your face to him; you struggled to even open your eyes.

“Let’s get some sleep, love”, Gwil said quietly. He adjusted your pillows and put a blanket over the two of you; after he pulled your closer, your back on his chest, and his arms wrapped around you. He kissed you hair and you smiled sleepily.

“I still can’t accept your gift”, you continued your almost long-forgotten argument. Gwilym took in a deep breath and buried his face in your hair.

“I can’t argue with you anymore”, he mumbled, “I’ll accept any decision you make, Y/N”.

“Thank you”, you whispered. “But I love this house”, he chuckled at your words.

“I know. I did everything here like you love it. Just for you”.

You smiled lightly and hummed in response. “Wake me up in ten minutes”, you said leaning in closer to him. “I’ll be ready to continue till we get to the master bedroom”. Gwilym pressed a warm kiss to your shoulder.

“This is the master bedroom now”.

As you nodded off, feeling warm and safe in Gwil’s arms, you were beaming; when your mind was drowning in drowsiness, you felt a warm breath on your neck and heard Gwilym’s voice saying softly, “I love you so much, Y/N”. But you knew it was just a dream. Reality couldn’t give you something like this. Never.

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rule №6. no contact with other sugar babies.

                                                December.

“When you’re gonna be home?”

You locked your phone after texting Gwil; you didn’t want to bother him, but it was Christmas Eve and you weren’t amused by spending it alone in his empty penthouse. He was called for work, and promised you to come back in three hours. The clock struck five in the evening. Gwil left at ten A.M.

You sighed deeply as you looked at the served table. You wanted to surprise him by cooking a festive dinner; it wasn’t like you were a chef, on the contrary – you couldn’t cook for shit. But, as you planned this thing, you googled some recipes and tried to cook something simple, but yet delicious. You had strange desire to be domestic with Gwilym – to cook food, do laundry, clean the house, and take kids from school… You didn’t even know when you first started imagining you two living a happy, suburban life in a pretty house with three children. Before Gwil you didn’t want kids. Now you were questioning all of your life choices. You were never able to have hook ups and not catch feelings. And this was certainly just a “hook up”, as you thought in the beggining. Only now it was much more.

“Soon, baby. I promise”.

His text gave you hope; his “soon” could be in ten minutes. You looked over the table in panic, quickly lighting candles. You ran to the nearest room; looking yourself up and down in the mirror, you twisted a ring on your index finger nervously. This green dress was exactly what Gwilym liked: it was tight, giving a perfect opportunity to observe all of your curves, and also very short. The color wasn’t exactly in the style of Christmas, but red lace lingerie underneath the dress was quite in the mood of the holiday. You knew Gwil would have gone crazy the second he came back home. He gave you  so much during those months and you just wanted to get him a pleasant reward; and you were also head over heels for him. That was pretty simple.

Suddenly you heard heels clattering on the marble floor of the living room; you frowned, trying to understand who was there. Was Gwil wearing heels? You wouldn’t be surprised at that. Or was it Gwil’s sister again? Not that you didn’t like her, you just wanted him all to yourself tonight; even though you weren’t against spending time with his family.

“Heather?” you called while heading back to the living-room.

It wasn’t Heather.

It was a girl in a coat and high-heeled ankle boots; her eyes were gleaming in the dark as she was reading the note she took from Gwil’s plate.

“Unwrap your gift”, she said; she raised her head and looked at you haughtily. “Who are you?”

“And you?” you asked in confusion. “How did you come in?”

“The door’s was open”.

“No, it was not”.

You stared at each other, trying to burn yourselves with your glares; you had a strong feeling that it was one of Gwilym’s other two sugar babies.

“I assume you’re Y/N”, she sat down at the table, at Gwil’s place. “You got a nice dinner here”.

“Thanks”, you squeaked. You already felt helpless and hopeless in front of her; she was this black-haired goddess with a sly grin on her face. She was confident. You weren’t like that. “That’s actually…” you were speaking quietly. “That’s for Gwil”.

She huffed. “Of course, it is. I’m Alice, if you don’t know that”, it felt like you were supposed to know her name and whom  she was. It seemed like she was the one who was supposed to be there. You suddenly felt really uncomfortable in her presence; her whole behavior was telling you to get out.

And here you were again. Feeling unnecessary, needless, unwanted.

“I’ve been with Gwil since I was twenty-three, like you are now”, she took a sip from the glass with champagne. “We’re having three-year anniversary this year”, she said with a smug smile.

“You sound like you’re dating”.

“We do”.

“No”.

The sound of his voice was something you craved for. It was like oxygen in the room with no windows and doors. It was like a light in the darkness.

“Daddy!” Alice jumped from her seat and beamed. Oh god, you already wanted to leave. She was looking at him so hungrily that you didn’t even know what you were doing there. You were an extra one. Unwanted. “You’re back! Y/N was just leaving”, she glared at you and raised her eyebrows, giving you a silent order. And you, with your zero self-esteem and very high level of shyness, obeyed.

“I’ve gotta go”, you muttered, heading to the door. Gwil, who stood not so far from you, immediately reached out and grabbed you by the wrist.

“Y/N, no. Please. Don’t go. Please”. He begged you to stay. Gwilym wanted you there, with him. You. Not Alice. The realization of it hit you suddenly, as you looked in his eyes.

You nodded, and he let go of your wrist, now intertwining his fingers with yours. “Alice is leaving”.

“Now, I’m not!” she tried to object, but Gwilym had none of her bullshit.

“You’re leaving. D’you remember what rule number five is about?”

Alice lowered her head and mumbled, “Never visit each other without calling beforehand”.

“Exactly. You broke it. Now you’re staying without your monthly supply. And getting the fuck out of my house”.

You could have sworn she muttered “Bitch” under her breath as she was passing by you. When she slammed the door, Gwil went to close it quickly; then he approached you and pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry it happened”, he whispered.

“T’s alright”. You were silent for a moment. “I made you dinner; was afraid she’s gonna eat it”.

Gwil laughed and pulled away, his gaze fixed on you; “Did ya, really?” he sounded surprised. You smiled and nodded; then you took his hand and leaded him to the table. “Wow”, he gasped. “You didn’t have to, Y/N”, your gazes met and you smiled at him one more time, your eyes sparkling like diamonds.

“I wanted to, Gwil”.

He pulled you in a desperate kiss; it seemed as if he tried to show his whole affection and gratitude through it. “Thank you, baby”, he whispered against your lips. “I don’t deserve you”.

You rolled your eyes, ruining the moment and walked to your seat at the other side of the table. “Don’t start this”, you said, sitting down. Gwil chuckled as he took his seat; some seconds later you caught him staring at you.

“What’s for dessert?”

You looked at him with raised eyebrow and a smirk on your face. “You will find out later”, you winked at him.

                                                         ***

                                                        May.

“Y/N, stop apologizing. I’ve already told you everything’s alright”.

You couldn’t stop saying “Sorry” and nervously play with your hair the entire time you were sitting in your flat with Zoe; it was the first time you met each other and you were extremely anxious. She looked dazzling, like a star; she was smoking already a third cigarette in the last fifteen minutes.

“Alice’s the one who has to apologize, if to be honest”, she looked at you. “This bitch fed me with ugly lies about the sweetest person I’ve ever met”.

“Are you talking ‘bout me?”

“Absolutely”.

A small smile settled on your lips; Zoe was really sweet and nice, despite what you had been thinking about her. There was something charming, mysterious about her. You could certainly say why Gwil liked her, even if it broke your heart completely. “So, where were we?” Zoe asked.

“You were telling me about what Alice told you”.

“Oh right”, she nodded. “Alice has like a friend, a source in the company, where Gwil works. This “source” finds out everything about him, dunno how. This person told Alice about Gwil’s ex, Stefanie. I was fucking heartbroken after I heard that story”, she lit another cigarette.

“What’s about it?”

“Oh, Y/N, there’s so much. They were engaged, been together since school. Apparently, he loved her too much to notice that she started getting expensive jewelry and clothes. He believed every word she said, when she lied, telling she bought it herself. It turned out that she had three sugar daddies. And if he could forgive her just getting the money from them, he certainly couldn’t forgive her sleeping with all of them. It’s been like seven years since it happened and he’s still too eager to spoil us so much so that we wouldn’t even think about having someone else”.

You sat down on your couch, looking at Zoe in a state of complete shock. But she continued her story. “Gwil talks too much when he’s drunk; that’s how this source knows all of it”.

“You are his first sugar baby, right?”

Your question hung in the silence of the room. “Yeah. Been for four years”.

“And he never told you this?”

Zoe furrowed her brows and she took another drag. “No. We don’t talk about stuff like that. We usually just have some kind of small talk. He just gives me money-“

“In exchange for sex”, you interrupted her, voice thick with jealousy. Zoe chuckled.

“No. Not anymore at least”.

Your eyes widened at her words. “Why?”

Zoe shrugged her shoulders. “I dunno. He called it off several months ago, actually, with both me and Alice. He still gives us money, yeah, but nothing more than that. And if for the reason why – I think it’s ‘cause he’s just as in love with you as you’re with him”.

You gasped; you didn’t expect her to say something like that. You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest. “I don’t-“, you stuttered. “I’m not-“

“Yes, you are”, Zoe huffed. “Come on, Y/N, you know it’s true. He wouldn’t call off two opportunities to fuck whenever he wants just ‘cause he’s bored. No. There’s something more. He loves you, you dumb bitch”.

“He doesn’t, Zoe. He doesn’t and he never will”.

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You are awoken by a loud, non-stopping knocking on your door. You take in a sharp breath, struggling with getting up; your head is throbbing violently, as you stand up from the couch. It’s already dark outside; and you wonder how much time you have spent sleeping. Twelve hours? Fourteen? No matter how many of them – you are still sore, sad and hurt. Everything hurts so badly.

But you’re still wearing Gwil’s shirt. The feeling of its fabric on your skin makes you somehow feel better. Warmer. Makes feel a little bit alive.

The loud knocking proceeds as you walk towards the door. You think that it’s probably your mum coming to see you; you don’t answer your phone as you’ve been sleeping for so long.

When you open the door you expect to see a middle-aged woman with brown hair and angry voice, who’ll start lecturing you immediately as she always does. But your expectations are nothing compared to reality.

With red swollen eyes (like he’s been crying), messy hair and a backpack, which is slowly falling from his shoulder – that’s what  he looks like standing at your doorstep. You don’t understand why he’s here, what he needs from you. You look at him as if he was a ghost, a phantom, a shadow, that will disappear at any moment. You can’t believe he’s here.

“Gwil?”

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[softspaceboibrian]

BoRhap boys' dad headcanons

no one actually asked for it, but here you go, here's some dad hc for the BoRhap boys

Gwilym

when you had your first-born, you expected Gwil to be all anxious and stuff

but he wasn't

you were surprised to find out he was actually really, really good

he would be the one to get up in the middle of the night to calm the baby down

and the most wholesome scene you ever witnessed was the one you saw one of those nights

your first child, Madison, was a few months old and she had started teething

which meant she was crying most of the time, especially during the night

"I'll go and try to calm her down" he whispered, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead

after 15 minutes, Maddie stopped crying

after half an hour, your husband wasn't back yet

you got up, put on one of Gwil's hoodies that laid on the chair right next to the window, before making your way to the baby's bedroom

your heart wasn't ready for what you were about to witness

your husband was asleep on the rocking chair you placed in the room, your child was sleeping peacefully on his chest, with a pacifier in her mouth and her small, chubby fingers wrapped around her father's index

you were sure your heart melted at the sight of the two human beings you loved the most in the world sleeping together like that

and you were you weren't going to be able to love someone else as much as you loved those two

little did you know that, a little over a year later, you were going to fall in love with another boy, your second child, Theo

he was much quieter than your daughter, but much more clingy

with both of you

he liked to stay in Gwil's arms and play with his beard, or when he got older, play with your hair and try to braid it

the real trouble started when they were 5 and 4

man, those two were like Tasmanian devils: they ran everywhere and always left a mess behind

not to mention all the fights they got into

"DAAAAAADDY!!!" your little girl cried out, tears spilling from her eyes

both you and Gwil wished you were quicker to react

next thing you heard was a stomp and then Theo's cry

"fuck" Gwil had learned not to swear at home, so that the kids would not replicate the language, but sometimes, in situations like this one, you would catch him swear under his breath

you run into the playroom and the scene before your eyes was definitely not new

the two of them had set up a table with plastic china, tea cups, teapot, a small desplayer for the biscuits and everything

"he ruined our tea party!!" Maddie cried, making grabby hands towards her father, who immediately picked her up, while you were already helping you little boy up

"I wanted to put the buiscits on the thing. but she didn't let me." he put his arms around your neck, his tears wetting your neck and t-shirt's collar

"he threw a plate and broke it!"

"she pushed me!"

you looked at your husband, trying to silently make up a plane to calm the situation down

"listen, kids" he easily caught their attention "what if we glue the plate back together with a super strong glue, while mommy prepares an actual tea party for all us, with warm tea and the buiscits you love? would that be okay?"

they agreed

and you were grateful for the day you actually said yes to that man

having a family wouldn't have been the same with someone else

Ben

"Mommy! Mommy! look at me!! I'm a princess!!" your 5-year-old daughter ran towards you as soon as she heard your voice greet them from the entrance

as soon as she came into view, you couldn't help but smile

she was wearing a long, night blue, sparkly dress, your white heels, a fake pearls necklace and a homemade crown

"look at you! you look gorgeous!" you picked up your first child, Anastasia, making sure the shoes wouldn't fall from her feet

a few moments later, your husband appeared in the corridor, with your other daughter, Thalia, in his arm

"mama!! look at me, I'm a fairy princess!!" she giggled, shimming her shoulders a little, so that the little fake, cardboard, sparkly wings that were strapped onto her back were moving

"oh my goodness! daddy, I didn't know our daughters were princesses!" you giggled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on Thalia's nose

"oh, mommy, of course we are!" the eldest cupped your face and squished your face, making the other one giggle

"why is it that obvious?" you asked

she didn't answer

she simply looked at her father, then asked you to be put back on the ground and ran into the living room with her sister

you walked over to your husband, wrapping your arms around his waists, while he put an arm around your shoulders, bringing you even closer, so that he could press his lips on your forehead

a few moments later, your children came back with two homemade crowns, full of glitter and plastic rhinestones

"this one is for mommy and that one for daddy" said Thalia, reaching up for your head, as if to crown you

"daddy always says you are his queen" added Anya "which makes him a king and us princesses"

your heart melted

what did you do to deserve this family?

Joe

when you found out you were pregnant, you started doubting yourself

you were worried you weren't going to be a good enough mother for your future child

but Joe never stopped telling you how amazing you were and what a great woman you turned out to be, so being a mother would come easy to you

when Thomas was finally born, you found yourself doubting yourself once again, but for different reasons

"you are an amazing mother, baby" Joe whispered into your ear, his fingers gently playing with your hair

"then why can't I make him stop crying? it's like he likes you more"

"how can you blame him? I'm the coolest dad ever"

"I'm serious"

"don't worry, love. it's probably because he's a daddy's boy"

you forced yourself into believing his words

turns out that was exactly the reason

on the other hand, when your second child, Finnegan, was born, he only wanted to be picked up, fed or put to sleep by you

when they grew up and they were 8 and 6, Joe tried teaching them how to play baseball

Joe was sure Thomas was going to be great and love sports, being him the daddy's boy he is, having seen pretty much every single game on TV together, along with his brother

as much as to your surprise as to his, half an hour in, Tommy dropped the bat to the ground

"daddy, can I go draw inside with mommy?" he seemed... bored?

"you sure you don't want to play a little longer, buddy? it's fun" Joe tried to convince him to stay outside a little longer

lil Finn jumped around, showing his glove to his brother, visibly more into the game than Tommy "look, Tommy! I'm going to be a catcher!!"

you could see from where you were sitting that Tommy wasn't enjoying the game as much as Joe wished he was, but he still didn't want to upset his dad, so he kept playing

at one point you thought it was enough

"Joey, love, come here a second. it's important" you called out for your husband, who immediately jogged towards you

"is everything okay, babe?"

"yeah. it's just... I don't want to ruin your expectations or anything, but I don't think Tommy actually likes playing baseball"

"I know, I noticed..."

"can I take him inside with me? we're going to prepare a snack for everyone" Joe simply nodded and you called your son, who looked relieved

luckily, Joe didn't take it too bad

he was still a daddy's boy after all

hope you liked it! if you have suggestions or requests, please, feel free to send them in!!

[queenscoolcat]

I’d love a ship if they’re open! I’m 5’4 w/ wild, long, dark brown, curly hair, hazel eyes, reading glasses that are normally on the top of my head, & I’m way on the curvier side. I’m an English major w/ a concentration on film & drama, & friends say that I’m sort of an “absent minded professor” type. I love making people happy & making them laugh, & I sorta prefer listening over talking. I’ve a serious & sassy side. I adore rockin out to music & I’m a dog person. Thank you sm!! LOVE your blog!!

I am so sorry ships are taking so long, I have a huge writer's block and I am quite overwhelmed since I have over 150 ships to do, so ships will be closed. I will open them again, I just want to finish all the ones on my inbox so I don't feel like crap that I have made people wait such a long time.

Thank you so much, baby! I hope you like your ship as well.

I ship you with Gwilym

Gwil would find the glasses on top of your head so cute.

He sometimes would steal them without you noticing so he could watch your confused face when you tried to put them on.

He found what you are studying so interesting.

So Gwilym would ask so much thing to you about it.

And he would help you so much with whatever you needed.

When he was filming he would invite you so you could understand something better.

When he heard your friends tell you about your absent minded professor looks Gwilym lost it.

“They aren’t wrong, baby,” Gwilym mumble still laughing as he kisses the top of your head almost like an apology.

He adored when you would go out with him and his friends.

His eyes would light when someone made you laugh and he could see that beautiful smile you have.

And every time you would make anyone laugh, Gwilym would feel his heart pounding faster cause he was so in love with you.

“You really care for her, don’t you, mate?” Ben asked his friend on one of their nights out.

You were talking to Lucy and Joe, and Gwilym could feel his smile growing every time you made his friends laugh.

“More than anything,” Gwil admitted feeling his cheeks turn red when you caught him staring.

Not caring that he left his friend, Gwilym walks to your side hugging you from behind, he placed a small peck on your cheek as he hears what the conversation you were having was about.

“Get a room,” Joe joked when he saw how smitten you act around each other.

“Shut up, Joe,” Gwilym said planting another kiss on your cheek only to piss his friend even more.

When you heard Joe fake puke, you decided to start joking with them as well, “ it’s not our fault you can’t get any with that hair of yours,” you tease making everyone laugh.

“It isn’t my fault either,” Joe mutter as he made sure his cap hide all of the perm.

Gwilym adores hearing music with you.

As you let yourself go, all Gwilym could do was stare at you with heart eyes.

Until you pull him to dance with you.

He made sure to adopt a puppy with you.

Gwilym could see how much you like dogs so he decided to expand your little family by having a cute dog.

Which at first was kind of difficult to adjust.

But every time Gwilym saw you cuddling with the dog, he knew he made the right call.

[queenborhapreaderships]

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