Hello this is my first imagine/writing . I tried really hard but well it came out like this :). I hope you enjoy this mini imagine. Im sorry it’s really short and I am learning how to write and use tumblr so sorry If its bad. I hope you enjoy 😉. I love Gwil and want to express some of my dreams 😂.
“I don’t think I cant wait another week you have been gone for sooooo long” I pouted facing the phone where Gwil’s face was on.
“Love its only one more week”
“I know but it still too long I haven’t seen you in 2 months”
“Love I know but in one more week we will be together and Im gonna enjoy you all for myself”
“Uhmm cant wait. What have you plan, Daddy? ”
“Love, not know im next to Ben and Joe” said Gwil while looking over at Joe and Ben to see if they had heard.
“I don’t care I just want you to know that I really miss you” you could see Gwil flushing and getting all red and starting to take long breathes.
“Okay Love I really need to leave now we are ...uhmm going in the sub to uhmmm.. go to eat”
“Okay Babe, I love you and miss you”
“Bye Love, one more week alright”
“One more week” as the last words where said the screen went black.
I was laying on my bed as I couldn't sleep because of the huge absence of the love of my life. I couldn't bare not having him next to me making me anxious thinking he was miles away. The only thing that kept me from breaking apart was the thought of being in his arms in a week. It was just a week it was not that difficult, right? While I was turning in the bed trying to sleep I just couldn't stop myself from crying. One more week without him. He had been gone for almost 2 months and they have been the worst of my life as you didn't think you could love someone as hard as him. When I shifted into my dreams where it was the only place I could be with Gwilym next to him mentally. As soon as I woke up by a shift of weight in the bed. I quickly opened my eyes not knowing what I was going to find on the other side of the bed. I saw a familiar shape staring at me. I fastly grab the book next to me and threw it across the room to the silhouette. He let out a loud scream. I quickly turned on the lights and saw Gwilym with both hands on is abdomen where I had aimed the book at groaning in pain. I quickly stood up. Was it really him, was I dreaming?
“Gwil is that really you babe”
“Yes Love, such a lovely greeting from “The lord of the flies” -he read from the book
“Babe you are here, didnt I just spoke with you like 2 hours ago how- ?
“When I called you I was taking the sub to Ben’s house as I had left my car there”
“But didn’t you have to film one more week”
“Yes but we are filming here now and I wanted to surprise you”
I jumped in his arms while he groaned in pain, but I didn't care. We just wanted to hold each other. It was the moment I have been waiting since He told me he was leaving. That hug resumed the 2 months of affection that he didn't give me. A passionate kiss full of love was added to it. When you were separated from the urge to breathe.
“Next time, No more surprises,” he said as we both giggled.
I know I have a couple of requests waiting but those are almost finished and should be up in the next few days. I’ve had a lot going on since school let out and I got really behind in my writing. BUT I hope you guys enjoy this new series, and should be updating the others very soon. Let me know if you’d like to be added to this taglist or to my permanent taglist.
This is a Prof!Gwilym x Reader.
Warnings: 18+, smut, maybe some cursing, forbidden romance, unprotected sex (no glove no love, peeps)
Word Count: 4.5k+ (I can’t check for sure bc Word has decided to glitch)
It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon. Y/N tapped the end of her pencil on the table, barely paying attention to the words drifting from the professor’s lips. After a particularly grueling shift the night before at the local café she worked at, she found it increasingly difficult to stay awake. This was her favorite part of the day, her class with Dr. Lee. She was his graduate assistant, and although the freshmen in World History 101 could be a little tiresome, she loved her job. What she loved even more, however, was how close she had become to Dr. Lee. He was British and had moved to the U.S. to teach at the university she had been at since undergrad. His face was striking, with a subtly pronounced jawline covered in light stubble, and his deep, hazy blue eyes were set off by his neatly coifed brown hair. Today, his tall, slender (yet still muscular) frame was accentuated by a crisp white button-down tucked into a perfectly tailored pair of tan chinos. Even in her drowsy state, Y/N swooned internally.
Though there was always an air of professionalism between the two, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss him. She shook the thought out of her head. He may not be her professor anymore, but he was still her superior. Not to mention he was on the committee overseeing her thesis. But she couldn’t help be remember fondly the first time they graded exams together.
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She had been in her office after hours attempting to grade some of the 100+ papers she had stacked neatly in front of her. Gwilym had been on his way out when he heard the faint sounds of music coming from down the hall. He hadn’t expected to find you, but there you were. She startled at the sound of him knocking on the door. “What are you still doing here?”
“Uh, well, some hard-ass left a giant stack of papers here for me, so…” Gwilym laughed and her face broke into a wide, toothy smile.
“I’m sure he- or she-“ Y/N giggled. “- meant well. Maybe I could be of some assistance?”
“Well, I mean, considering you’re the hard-ass in question, I figure that would be the least you could do. Your office or mine?”
Gwilym glanced around at the small, cramped space. “Mine. Definitely”
He picked up the stack of papers while she slung her backpack over her shoulder. After locking the door, she followed him down the hallway to his office. Since he was one of the more recent professors to join the history department, he had also been stuck with a drab basement office. Y/N had been in his office many times. It was the same size as the TA office she shared, but with only one desk it was significantly more spacious. After settling into a pair of chairs, Y/N and Gwil settled in for a long night of grading. They sat in comfortable silence, interrupted every so often by exchanging jokes about some of the responses the students had left on their exams. “This one really thought Henry VIII broke with the church to marry Elizabeth I, his daughter!” The two laughed heartily and a conversation about the prevalence of royal incest ensued. The night continued on this way until Y/N had some trouble making out one of the written responses.
“Dr. Lee- “
“Gwilym.” He corrected.
“Right. Gwilym. Can you make this out by any chance? This one must think they’re a doctor.” Y/N walked over to where he was sitting, and leaned over his shoulder, placing the stapled packet within his view. His breath hitched at how close she was. She noticed but interpreted it to mean that she was crossing a line. She cleared her throat and took a step back.
“Ah, so the question is ‘what was the name of the pope who excommunicated Henry VIII,’ and they appeared to have answered incorrectly. Unfortunately, ‘that one pope dude’ is not a sufficient answer.” They laughed together again, and he handed the paper back to her.
They sat there grading for another hour, Gwilym glancing at her every so often. Her soft, Y/S/C face was framed by stunning Y/H/C hair. He had noticed it before, but only now did fully take it in. Not only was she intelligent, but she was undeniably beautiful and had a sense of humor that perfectly matched his own. When they finally called it a night, she waved goodbye as they went their separate ways. He watched longingly as she walked away, relishing the subtle swaying of her hips. Little did he know that she had fallen asleep that night touching herself to the thought of him.
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Dr. Gwilym Lee glanced up at Y/N occasionally as he droned on. Y/N was a bright student. Typically attentive and engaging in class, he couldn’t help but wonder why she looked like she was going to pass out at any given moment. Sighing, he shut down the projector and dismissed the class. The other students quickly disappeared while Y/N collected her things, not noticing Dr. Lee striding towards her desk as she shoved her notebook into her bag.
“Y/N?” Her head snapped up, meeting his gaze as a deep blush rose to her cheeks. “Are you feeling quite yourself today?”
His accent never failed to make her knees weak, but she steeled herself and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears. “I’m sorry Dr. Lee, I just had a late shift last night and my car wouldn’t start when I clocked out. I had to walk all the way back to my dorm and I had barely been asleep when some idiot pulled the fire alarm. By the time they let us back inside, I had to shower and get ready for my meeting with Dr. Barnett. I know that’s not an excuse, I won’t let it happen again.”
She was so frantic that Gwilym placed a calming hand on her shoulder. Y/N’s heart fluttered at his touch. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You aren’t in trouble.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, she felt visibly more at ease. “Thank you, Dr. Lee.”
Chuckling, Gwilym gave her shoulder a squeeze before letting his arm drop. “I’ve told you, Y/N. You can call me Gwil.”
“Right, okay. Gwil.” A smile crept across her face. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Being this close to him made her nervous.
“Next time something like that happens, call me, yeah? I don’t live too far from campus and I’d rather lose a little sleep than have you walking alone at night, okay?” Her eyes widened, but she nodded.
“Do you have other classes today?” He looked at her inquisitively over the rim of his glasses. She shook her head. “Work?” She shook her head again. “Good,” he smiled. “Why don’t you try to go get a nap in, yeah? I had been hoping to discuss your thesis progress, do you think you’d be up to meeting me in my office later this afternoon? About 5-ish?”
“Sure thing, Dr.- I mean, Gwil. Sorry. I think I can manage that, Gwil.” He chuckled at her as she mentally chastised herself.
“Wonderful. I’ll see you then, just make sure you get some rest first.”
Y/N made her way back to her dorm room, but instead of going inside to sleep, she was confronted with a ribbon tied to the door handle. Shit, she thought. The ribbon was the code she and her roommate, Georgie, had decided on to signify when they had a “companion.” Unfortunately for Y/N, Georgie had been using this code at least three times a week. She was still in her undergrad, and although she was always friendly, Y/N couldn’t help but wish she had forked out the extra cash for a single dorm. Or an apartment, she thought. Georgie was only 19, and at 24, Y/N felt a bit out of touch with the culture of sex and partying that Georgie had bought into.
Sighing, Y/N walked back across campus to the building that housed the history department. If she couldn’t sleep in her own bed, maybe she could at least find respite in the TA office. It was small and she shared it with about three other TAs. The office was tucked away, out of sight in the cold, dank basement, with four desks crammed tightly inside. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found it empty, the other assistants out for the day. Y/N flicked off the main light and turned on the small lamp she kept on her desk. Her desk was tucked away in the corner and covered with books for her thesis. Pushing the books to the side, she zipped up her hoodie and laid her head down on the desk. She had just started to doze off when she heard the door open.
“Y/N? I thought I told you to go home and sleep?” Y/N peered up at Gwilym, who stood in the doorway.
“You did. And I tried. Except my roommate was too busy not sleeping, if you catch my drift.”
Gwil’s cheeks flushed. “Ah, yes. Well, you should have texted me. I forgot I had to go to a departmental meeting this afternoon, so my apartment will be empty until later tonight. I could give you a key, if you’d like, that is.”
It was Y/N’s turn to blush. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be quite alright- “
“Y/N, please. I insist.” Gwilym slid his spare off of his keyring and handed it over. Y/N nervously took it. He pulled a blank piece of paper out of the printer on one of the desks and scribbled something on it before handing it to Y/N. “This is my address. Like I said, it’s pretty close to campus.”
“Thank you, Gwilym.” He nodded at her before muttering goodbye and turning to leave.
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Y/N soon found herself standing in front of a small stone house, glancing back down at the scrap of paper to make sure she was in the right place. This is it. She walked up the pathway and unlocked the front door. Stepping inside, Y/N walked down the short hallway to the living room. The first thing she noticed was the books. The room was small, but with a cozy feel. There was a fireplace on the center of the back wall, with a leather couch and matching chair facing towards it. On the wall behind the couch, stood four tall bookshelves overflowing with books. Upon inspection, Y/N noted that they were predominantly history-related, with a few fictional classics thrown in. They were all meticulously organized by genre, then chronologically based on the period they covered. She chuckled to herself. Typical historian. It was how her own tiny dorm-sized bookshelf was organized.
It took minimal exploring to find the bedroom, given it was the only closed-off room aside from the bathroom. Inside, she found an immaculately made bed with white sheets and a matching white down comforter. It looked so comforting and inviting that Y/N almost climbed in still wearing her jeans. Shit, my jeans, she thought. With her dorm room occupied, she hadn’t been able to snag any of her pajamas. She could always sleep in her underwear, but then what if Gwilym came home and saw her? Would that really be so bad? She shook the thought out her head and walked over to the dresser, hoping he wouldn’t mind if she borrowed something. She pulled out a long pair of oversized, plaid pajama bottoms, and a plain white undershirt. Gwilym was relatively slender, but somehow Y/N managed to fit her hips into the pants. After changing, she pulled back the comforter and dove in. It felt like a cloud to her tired body, and she buried herself under the blanket. It took mere seconds for her drift asleep.
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It had been a long day for Gwilym. The meeting had run late, and it was 7:45 P.M. before he finally made it back home. He could hear light snoring coming from his bedroom and opened the door slightly to get a look. Y/N was still there, fast asleep. Her hair was a disheveled mess atop her head, and her lips were parted just enough for a small bit of drool to escape. Beautiful, he thought, though he immediately felt guilty. At 29, he was only a few years older than she was, having only finished his PhD two years ago and had been lucky enough to find a position shortly after. Age, however, was not the issue. Though she was not his student, she was still his assistant. The other professors would not look favorably upon such a relationship, though he had thought about it often.
She’d been his assistant for most of those two years, and over the course of that time he had fallen hopelessly head-over-heels. They often chatted together while they graded the undergraduate students’ papers and exams and found that they both had the same dry sense of humor. He loved the way her eyes always shut when she laughed, how she tugged on her ear lobe when she was deep in thought, and so much more. Sometimes he even thought she might feel the same but had brushed the notion to the side. She would never love someone like me, he thought. Little did he know about the butterflies that plagued Y/N every time she was in the same room as him.
He gently shut the bedroom door and made his way into the kitchen to put the kettle on. As he waited for the water to heat up, he picked up one his books and settled into the leather chair. Soon after, the kettle began to whistle. Shit, he hadn’t thought about the noise that came with making tea. He silently chastised himself, hoping he hadn’t woken her. He knew how much she needed the rest.
Y/N shot up in bed at the sound of the whistle. She looked over at the clock he had on his nightstand. “Shit,” she muttered to herself. She’d been asleep for almost five hours. Hearing noises coming from the kitchen, she begrudgingly climbed out of the warm comfort of the bed.
Gwilym had taken the kettle off the heat and was digging around searching for a mug. “Gwilym?” At the sound of you voice he whipped his head around.
“Y/N. Please forgive me, I forgot how loud the kettle was.”
She rubbed her eyes, still heavy with sleep. “S’okay. It’s my fault for oversleeping.”
He glanced up and down, recognizing the clothes she was wearing as his own. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “I see you made yourself at home.”
Her cheeks burned red, and she stuttered, “Oh, uh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to sleep in my jeans, and I couldn’t very well sleep naked- oh my god.” She didn’t think it was possible, but she felt her cheeks get even hotter when the word “naked” left her lips. “I’m so sorry, I’ll just go change and I’ll be out of your hair.”
As she turned to walk back to the bedroom, Gwilym reached out for her wrist without thinking. “Please don’t go. It’s alright, love.” It was his turn to blush. In a moment of spontaneous boldness, he commented, “Looks better on you anyways.”
Her eyes widened and she looked down to hide her smile, though it didn’t go unnoticed by Gwil. Clearing his throat, he tried to ease the awkward tension. “Would you like to stay for dinner? We never did get the chance to discuss your thesis. I’m not the best cook, but I can make a mean lasagna.”
“Anything would be better than another night of microwaved Ramen. And if I see one more Lean Cuisine I might die.”
Gwilym laughed. “Well, we mustn’t have that. God only knows where I’d be without you in class with all of those freshmen. If I hear one more question that could be answered by reading the syllabus, I WILL die.” They both giggled at that.
Y/N walked around the small kitchen island. “So, chef Gwil, how can I help?”
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After dividing up tasks, the two quickly completed their masterpiece and placed it in the oven. “How long do we wait?” Y/N rubbed her stomach, not realizing until just then how hungry she was.
“About forty-five minutes,” Gwil said as he set the timer on the stove. Y/N let out a groan and Gwilym laughed at her reaction. “There, there, it will pass in no time. Oh, hold on. You’ve got a bit of sauce- “
He reached over to wipe a bit of tomato sauce off of her cheek with his thumb. Her breath caught as his sudden touch. He gulped and started to pull his hand away but was surprised when Y/N placed her hand over his. He stepped closer until she could feel his breath on her forehead.
“Y/N,” he whispered. She felt a chill run down her spine.
“Gwilym.” She closed the short distance between them and pressed her lips against his. She was surprised at how soft they were and even more surprised when his hand left her cheek and slipped into her hair, pulling her closer to him. He politely swept his tongue across her bottom lip before deepening the kiss. She moaned into his mouth as Gwilym reached around her to lift her up, setting her down on top of the island counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He uttered between kisses.
“I think I have some idea.” She pressed her hips into his pronounced erection, and he let out a soft moan.
The t-shirt she had borrowed from him started to fall off her shoulders, and Gwilym pressed kisses to the exposed skin, working his way from her shoulders to her clavicle. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, Y/N.”
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Gwil.” She answered, her head falling back as he marked her neck.
“And I, you.” He lifted her back up, allowing her time to wrap herself around him more securely before carrying her into the bedroom. He laid her back down on the plush comforter she had been buried in not too long ago. Y/N tugged at his belt, unbuckling it quickly before plunging her hand underneath the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs. His breath caught in his throat as she palmed his bare erection. She could tell by the outline on his pants that he was large, but she never expected what she found when she finally freed him from his underwear, working her wrist up and down him in steady strokes. He moaned before pushing his pants the rest of the way down his legs before kicking them off the bed, with his shirt quickly joining them on the floor. She only paused her movements for Gwilym to pull his t-shirt over her head and stood up briefly to remove his pajama pants from her body.
She started to climb back into the bed, but Gwil stopped her gently. “Please, let me just take you in for a moment.” She blushed but complied. Gwilym had often wondered what she would look like undressed, but now that he was confronted with the reality of her standing in her underwear in his bedroom, he was speechless. She silently thanked God that she actually managed to put on a matching bra and underwear. He quietly admired the way the purple fabric contrasted with her skin, then patted the space on the bed next to him. She belly-flopped onto the bed, and he let out a loud laugh. She grinned at him before moving to straddle him. His eyes shut at the erotic feeling of his naked member brushing against the thin fabric of her panties. Putting his hands on her back, he held her in place as he moved up the bed until his back was against the headboard. He cradled her in his arms and she slowly ground her hips into his.
She could feel his erection growing harder and the neediness she felt in the pit of stomach was becoming unbearable. Sensing this, Gwilym looked into her eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want, love?” She nodded fervently. Gwil reach behind her to unhook her bra and she stood up on the bed so that he could pull her panties off easily. She sat back down next to him and let her head fall back on a pillow. Gwil positioned himself at the foot of the bed and lightly pushed her knees apart. He trailed kisses up each of her thighs before finally settling in the spot she needed him most. Her body jolted with pleasure as he attached his lips to her folds, and she absentmindedly laced her fingers tightly in his hair to hold him in place.
“You’re so wet for me,” he breathed before reattaching to her clit. His name tumbled from her lips, over and over, the sound like heaven to his ears. When she moaned as two of his fingers slipped inside, he rutted his hips into the mattress for relief. “D’you like that love? Come for me, Y/N.”
He continued pumping his fingers and felt her start to tighten around them.
“I need you Gwil. All of you, please.”
God, even her whining is enticing, he thought. “Don’t worry love. This isn’t even the start of all the things I want to do to you. Want to make you feel good,” he murmured into her pelvis. “Do you think you can take one more, sweetheart?”
When Y/N nodded, Gwil carefully added a third finger and began pushing his fingers into her with more aggressive enthusiasm. She began to unravel around his unforgiving pace and felt herself tiptoe closer and closer to the edge of pure bliss. His mouth and fingers were relentless, and even as she fell over the edge, he kept up his pace until she was convulsing with the best orgasm she’d ever had. He pulled his fingers out of her, and the sight of him licking her wetness off of his fingers was almost enough to make her fall over the edge again.
Gwilym slid up the mattress until his face was level with hers. She turned and placed her hands on either side of his head before initiating another deep kiss. She pulled him until his entire body hovered over her own. His lips attached to her neck, and though she was still sensitive from her orgasm, she didn’t want to wait any longer. “Gwil,” she breath into his ear. “Please Gwil.” Her hand snaked down the length of his torso until she felt his member in her hand. He was so worked up that he bucked into her hand as she began stroking him. “You’re so needy, baby. Tell me what you want.”
Her words elicited a quiet moan from him. “You. Just you.” His lips met hers hard before he aligned himself with her entrance. He looked into her eyes once more. She nodded and he finally entered her.
Y/N had been with other men before, but none of them had even come close to filling her up as fully as Gwilym did. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he gave her a moment to adjust. After a few seconds, she pushed her hips up to meet his, silently giving him permission to begin.
He started slowly, afraid of hurting her. She felt heavenly around his cock, like she was perfectly made just for him. But she was just as needy as he was and kept bucking against him in an attempt to speed up the pace.
“So eager,” he chuckled. “Use your words, Y/N.”
“I need more of you, Gwil. God, I need more.” A moan escaped her lips at his tantalizingly slow pace, and he smirked down at her.
“All you had to was ask, my sweet, sweet girl.” He pecked her cheek before sliding his hand behind her head. He readjusted his weight and held her close as began to thrust into her with a renewed sense of purpose. He wasn’t going to last long, especially not with the cries that were flowing from her lips. She was so warm, and all she wanted, at least in that moment, was him.
When Gwilym felt her walls tighten again, his movements became more erratic.
“I’m so close, love.” He was struggling to hold back, but he knew he couldn’t for much longer.
“Me too, oh my God Gwil please. Please.” That was all it took for his hips to stutter as he released his warm, sticky fluid inside of her. The warmth the coated her walls was enough to send her tumbling back over the edge. Her vision went black and he continued moving inside her, coaxing her through the wave of pleasure that had taken over every inch of her being.
Her body trembled as she came down from her high, and though he was gentle, she cried out when finally pulled out of her. Gwilym held her tightly, steadying her as the began to come back down to earth. He sweetly kissed her temple, her nose, then her mouth. She parted her lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss. They laid there making out for short while.
Suddenly, Gwilym broke the kiss, pulling back slightly but his hand remained fully entwined in her hair.
“Y/N, I want you to know that this wasn’t just sex to me.” She looked up at him with wide eyes. “I know there are consequences to what I’m about to say, but I have to say it. I have been in love with you since the first night you came into my office to grade.”
She didn’t hesitate. “I love you, Gwilym.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, taking in the surprised look on his face. He hadn’t dared to hope that she would feel the same way and hearing it out loud was more than he could ever want. “How do we do this?” She asked.
“I don’t know. You only have a few months before you graduate. We just have to keep this between us until then, and maybe for a little while after to avoid suspicion of foul play.”
Y/N didn’t like keeping secrets but knew that in this case she’d have no choice but to make an exception. “What about my thesis?”
“Well, we’ll just have to continue as normal. It would look odd if I suddenly resigned from the committee.”
Y/N nodded, and Gwilym pressed a knowing kiss to her temple. “I know this is difficult,” he said. “But I love you and I want to be with you. It will be okay, Y/N. No matter what happens, you will always have me.”
She smiled, and then jumped up out of the bed. Panicked, she looked at Gwilym and shouted, “THE LASAGNA!”
Ellie, have you ever considered this? Prof!Gwil accidentally getting you pregnant but you still have to go through a couple of years of college/Uni with him as your prof? Like..he'd be so stressed out though..
so apparently this is A Thing for me
you insist that he waits outside the bathroom, thinking that whatever comes of the test, you’re going to need a moment before you can look at him.
but he hears you crying before you open the door, and he breathes out, anxiety roiling in his stomach as he runs a hand over his face. ”fuck.” he should have known, really. all the signs were there, but you two had always been so careful. you’d done everything to avoid exactly this, yet here you were.
when you open the door, eyes puffy and cheeks wet with tears, it’s all he can do to not burst into tears. partly because he’s scared, but mostly because he hates to see you in so much pain. silently, he opens his arms and you collapse against him, shoulders wracking with sobs as you grasped at his shirt.
“it’s okay,” he breathes, soothing a hand over your back. “you’re going to be okay.”
for the first week or so, nothing feels like it’s going to be okay. in fact, your whole world feels like it’s being dismantled, pulled apart piece by piece until it’s nothing but a mess in your own hands. you hardly talk to gwil at all—though you’re still relying on him almost entirely.
it’s not the worst thing to happen, you suppose. it wasn’t ideal in any way, but you and gwil were stable and you weren’t in a bad place financially and christ, at least you trust and love gwilym, at least it’s not some random kid from some frat party. but there are more cons than pros, it feels like. just the prospect of having a baby while you were still in school exhausted you, and there was no good way to explain this to your friends without lying, and were you ready to be a mom? really, genuinely ready?
gwilym leaves it up to you. it’s your decision entirely, of course, but he can’t deny that little seed of hope planted right in his chest. he’d thought about it, sure. starting a family with you. but in those fantasies, you were graduated, and he had whisked the two of you somewhere far away, where you didn’t know anyone. not in any of his fantasies had he still been your professor, or had you still had years to go left until your degree was completed. he knows it’s not the right time, so he leaves the decision up to you.
over dinner, one night, the two of you eat quietly, a pensive look on his face as you watch from across the table. with your chin in hand, you nudge his shin with a sock-covered foot, catching his attention, and you smile nervously. “m’gonna keep it.”
the relief that floods his face is enough to make your heart race, and it’s almost enough to convince you that things are going to work out. “really?” he asks, his voice cracking slightly, and you nod. he pushes his chair back, sweeping you up in his arms, and for the first time since you find out, you think things are actually going to be okay, because how could anything be unbearable when you had someone filled with so much love at your side?
and from then on, it’s planning. it’s all planning and trying to get through your days and preparing. he’s softened quite a bit since the two of you got together but now he’s almost unrecognizable. every night he crawls into bed and rests his head in your lap, his nose nuzzling your tummy as he talks, or sings, or rants, all to the baby—your baby—as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, and you think for him, it must be.
for a while, things aren’t even that different from your normal. sure, there are doctor's appointments and prenatal vitamins and weekly updates of the little bub from gwil and morning sickness, but things aren’t so out of the ordinary. you’re still doing homework, still coming home to gwil, and still living your life. things are a little more isolated, though. you only see gwil, really, your doctor, and your friends, though only about once a month. it’s one of the only things about your situation that you resent: normal pregnant women didn’t have to shut everyone out. they went to birthing classes and had communities, and you had gwil. perfect and wonderful gwil, but he wasn’t quite a community.
the days get cold just around the time your bump begins to show, and usually, you manage to hide it under a sweater or a warm hoodie, but maybe your bump is a little bigger than you think it is or maybe your sweater is a little less baggy than you remembered, but as you eat lunch with your friends, you catch them glancing over at you furtively.
“what?” you huff, sipping your water. you’re extra irritable these days, and gwil assures you that it’s just because of your hormones, not really something you can control, which only annoys you more.
your friends share a look before one of them sighs, leaning on their elbows to get a little closer to you. “what’s been going on with you? i feel like we haven’t seen you in a while.”
you chew on your straw, shrugging smally. “been pretty busy. sorry, i haven’t kept up.”
“that’s okay,” maddie smiles, shifting in her seat. “anything new?”
you bite your lip, pushing your food around before you look up at them. you and gwil hadn’t really told anyone yet, aside from his parents, and you had planned on telling your family, at some point, but other than that, you haven’t really talked about telling anyone else. your friends stare back at you expectantly and you know you won’t be able to hide it from them much longer, so you slink back in your chair, put a hand on your stomach (a newly formed habit), and say, “not really. oh, except i’m pregnant.”
maddie can’t help but snort and oakley cackled loudly, smacking their hand on the table. you allow a smile to pull at your lips. neither of them seems surprised, but you don’t really mind. you’re just happy to answer questions that come from anyone but gwil’s mother, even if you have to lie and say you don’t know who the father is.
when you get home, you seem a little lighter than usual, and he just smiles. he knows you need more than him, and he’s happy to see you brighten up, even if the circumstance isn’t perfect.
and as the pregnancy goes on, and your bump grows day by day and you can no longer hide it under baggy clothes, he’s more and more in love with you every single day. when you’re around the apartment, he’s always behind you, hands holding your belly while he whispers jokes in your ear and they’re moments you’ll remember forever. but his favorite is when he sees you around campus between classes; always from a distance, really, and you never usually see him, but he finds a route that passes the little cafe on campus that you often buy breakfast from, and seeing you out and about, idly rubbing your bump as you read your textbook and eat your breakfast, it nearly makes him sick with affection.
it gets a little easier to breathe once classes end, once summer comes in. you’re only a month out from your due date when you’re taking finals and he does everything he can to keep you from stressing, all the way down to tying your shoes before you leave in the morning and taking them off for you the moment you come home. you decide to take your next semester or two off, of course, when bubba is born, and gwilym wholeheartedly agrees. he’d hate to see you stretch yourself too thin—something you have a great propensity to do—so it’s a decision you make rather easily.
thankfully, when bub finally comes, he isn’t teaching for the summer, so he’s around to help for a couple of months. she’s perfect, so sweet and beautiful and mild-mannered, and you can’t possibly know what she’s like already, but immediately, she reminds you of her dad. she’s got gwil wrapped around her finger from the very second he sees her, and you’re both so in love.
he’s always been so caring toward you that he can’t be anything other than the best dad in the world, and you’re proven beyond right. he’s always the one to wake up when she cries, to kiss your temple softly and tell you to go back to sleep so he can take care of her. at a certain point, you tease that he doesn’t even know her real name, because he’s all “good morning, beautiful” and “good job, sweetness” and “big stretch, lovie!” you can’t even be upset because you love to hear how much he loves her—so much, he assures her, several times a day, it doesn’t matter that she doesn’t understand—so you revel in those pet names.
overall, she’s everything to you both, and even though she wasn’t part of the plan, you thank god for her every single day, because you wouldn’t trade her, or gwil, or your life together for anything in the world.
prof!gwil’s proposal story, my dear ellie? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
okay listen.......i am Emotional
gwilym lee is a calm and collected person. usually.
right now, his hair is disheveled and he’s got tears in his eyes and a ring in his fingers, one hand covering his mouth. he’s sitting on the edge of his—your—bed, and he’s unusually weepy, but he’s got a picture in his mind. of you. of you saying yes, and then of you wearing the ring, and eventually of you walking down the aisle, and his heart pounds. the ring catches the light and he releases a shaky breath, a watery smile growing on his face.
it’s the first time he’s seen it in the sunlight, outside the bright lights of the jewelry shop he bought it in, and it suits you perfectly, he already knows it, though you haven’t seen it. you don’t even know about it, which is why when he hears the front door open and your voice calling out, he jumps up in surprise.
“gwil? babe? are you here?”
he spins in a circle, looking for a spot to place the ring quickly as he wipes the tears from his eyes. “yeah, love. i’ll be out in a minute!”
he settles on sticking it in the pocket of one of his hanging jackets, his heart beating loudly against his chest as he walks down the hall to greet you. you grin at the sight of him, tossing your backpack down on the couch and throwing your arms around him. your nose is cold when you kiss him, your breathing slightly heavy from running up the stairs.
“how was it?” he asks, wrapping an arm around your waist, nuzzling your nose with his.
you smile up at him, kissing him once more. “good! i saw my advisor today and he said if i take the same courseload i’ve been taking so far, i’m on track to finish a semester early,” you ramble, and his hands slide to your hips, shaking you slightly just to hear you giggle.
“my grad school girl,” he grins. “almost done.”
and you beam and his heart leaps and he thinks back to the ring in your closet and he holds you a little tighter, leaning down to kiss you deeply, smiling at your little squeal of surprise before you melt into him, throwing your arms around his neck.
he wants to wait for just the right moment. he wants it to be perfect, but a surprise, which is why he refuses to plan a fancy dinner because you’ll catch on immediately. it just isn’t you two. in the years that you’ve been together, you’ve never gone to a fancy dinner just because. it’s always been gorging yourselves on pasta in his apartment and watching too many movies before falling asleep, so going somewhere high end was almost entirely out of the question, but giving you a ring on the couch was the exact opposite of what he wanted.
and so, he waits. he doesn’t want to do it when you’re stressed about exams, so he waits until after midterms, and he doesn’t want to do it the same time as a holiday, so he waits until after the new year, and somehow, someway, he’s had the ring for six months and still hasn’t said a word, and you’re none the wiser. still so beautiful and careless and perfect, and he wants to give it to you more and more every day, but he absolutely can’t find the right time, and he beats himself up with every passing second.
until one day. summer hits in full swing, and you show up to his office in a pretty white sundress with a coffee in your hand, a bright smile on your face. you look like a vision in his office, settling on the couch across from the door and kicking your feet up, slipping your laptop from your bag to get some work done. it’s a rare sight, especially since you transferred to a different university for your post-grad, which he was so proud of, but it didn’t change the fact that he missed having you doing your homework in his office. he knows then that he wants to marry you, more than ever, and his heart swells.
that night, once you both get home, it’s almost dark and you’re exhausted, kicking your shoes off and slipping your dress from your shoulders almost as soon as you get through the door. gwilym laughs, setting your backpack by the door and grinning at the sound of your giggle. you make a beeline toward the bathroom but he picks up your dress and heads straight to the bedroom. with a smile playing on his lips, he rifles through his jackets and digs his hands into the pocket of one particular one, the same one he’s been thinking about for months.
his fingers wrap around the box and he takes a moment and a sharp, steadying breath before he bounces to meet you in the bathroom. you’re brushing your teeth and at the sight of him in the mirror, you grinned brightly, toothpaste dribbling on your lip as you turn to him, your hold on the toothbrush faltering as he drops onto one knee.
“oh, what’s happening?” you ask, your words muffled by toothpaste. he laughs, shaking his head.
“i love you. so, so much,” he breathes, tears already building in his eyes.
“i love you too,” you rush, dropping the toothbrush. “can i spit?”
his laugh was watery as he nodded. you spit into the sink, turning back to him. “ready?” he asks. you laugh giddily, one of your hands covering your mouth as you nod. “i know that our relationship got off to a less-than-traditional start, but i knew from the moment i met you that you were something different, and you have only proved that to me throughout the years. every day, you say or do something that reminds me that you are the love of my life, without a single doubt in my mind, and if you’ll let me, i’d like to spend the rest of our lives trying to be good enough for you, even though i fall flat more than not.”
you shake your head, blinking away tears. “you’re perfect, gwil. so perfect.”
“y/n, will you marry me?”
you finally let your tears fall, nodding and reaching for his face. he stands, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you so fiercely that you can hardly breathe. both of you in the bathroom, gwilym in his work clothes and you in your underwear, he thinks there’s nothing that so perfectly fits you both.
