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[freddiesaysalright]

imagine : your first meet, your first kiss, the first time he fight someone for you, your first time, your first mariage/honeymoon , your first fight together , all of this with Gwil ❤

Ahhhh! Welcome back, friend!! Hope you like this one!

You first met Gwilym when you were at a party. A friend introduced you, and you swore it was love at first sight. You hadn’t even really believed in that. But looking at Gwil that night, you knew it was something different. The connection was instant. Like right out of a fairy tale. Shaking his hand, you felt sparks fly between you. You told your mother the following day you were sure you’d met the man who would be your husband. 

Gwilym did not kiss you until your third date. It was frustrating because you wanted him to kiss you so bad it actually made your chest hurt. So finally, when he walked you to the door, you chatted for a bit as usual. You began to say your hesitant goodbyes, since neither of you really wanted the night to end. Then, just when you grabbed the doorknob, a little disappointed, he took you by the shoulders and made you face him again. Then he cradled your face in his hands and brought his lips softly to yours. He tried to pull away right after, but you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him close, deepening the embrace. The kiss could have lasted thirty seconds or thirty years, you had no idea. You were just lost in the feeling of him. That was when he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. 

By nature, Gwilym was not a violent or jealous person. He could be protective of you, though, when he needed to be. There were plenty of terrible guys out there who made you uncomfortable, and usually, Gwilym could send them off with a firm word. One night, when you were out at a bar, one man was being particularly obnoxious. You were clearly with Gwil, but the man kept trying to talk to you or buy your drinks. You tried to be polite about it, since he was obviously very drunk, but it was starting to get out of hand. When Gwil got up to go to the bathroom, the man came over and full on grabbed your breast. You froze with panic. Gwilym returned to this and just went off. It exploded into an all out brawl, but Gwil wasn’t nearly as drunk and finished it quickly. Afterward, he just made sure you were okay. He took you home and you tried not to cry. But he let you. 

The first time Gwilym made love to you, it was the most romantic night of your life. You were both pretty open about being ready to take that step, so he pulled out all the stops. A candlelit dinner at a fancy restaurant, with lots of wine and great food. When you came back to his place, there were rose petals and everything. It was incredibly sweet. He kissed you softly and lowered you onto the bed. The sex was gentle but passionate. Gwillym felt amazing inside you and you had three orgasms. You felt so safe in his arms and so connected to him. 

For the most part, you and Gwilym didn’t fight. But that first one was a doozy. You saw he had received several texts from his ex, but you couldn’t read them since you didn’t know the passcode to his phone. But you wondered why his ex was texting him at all. Why had he left that door open? When you confronted him, it was bad. He was defensive that you’d looked at his phone, and while you assured him you hadn’t opened it, he doubted your trust in him. You shouted that you only doubted it now because he was clearly texting his ex. It eventually came out that she was texting him to get back together, and he was ignoring every text and call from her. He even let you read the texts to prove it to you. The next time she called, he answered, put it on speaker, and told her you were there and he would not talk to her without you in the room. She hung up and did not try to contact him again. To ensure this, Gwilym told you he blocked her, and offered to show you, but you trusted that he had. 

Gwilym proposed to you at a family gathering during the holidays. Christmas was your favorite time of year, and he was attentive to things like that. You always helped your mother decorate her tree. So, he’d hidden the ring in an ornament. You picked it up out of the box, looking around at your family, wondering where it came from. You saw the hinge on the back, so you opened it. Gwil was on one knee in front of you, asking you to be his wife and you said yes. The wedding came nearly a year after and it was beautiful. You had a stunning white ball gown. Your father gave you to Gwilym. You both cried your way through your vows. Then finally, you were married. You went on your honeymoon in Thailand and you were so excited to be Mrs. Lee.

[killerqueenmachine]

Hope you have a lovely day? i dont know if you doing ship again, but can i send mine, please? I'm 5'6. I have brown hair, smooth and to under the shoulders and green eyes, i'm french. I'm a very shy girl and I have very little confidence in myself (because i hate my body), but i'm very affectionate with the people i love, i always love make them some gifts and see them happy, like i say, i'm very shy but if really love someone, i let the person be tactile with me, but not too much. I love hugs!

i don’t want to bothered you for the ship, can you do the both ? and if you don’t have time, i would love a ship with BoRhap cast ❤

SHIPS ARE CLOSED

For a Queen member I’d ship you with John Deacon!

× He would be such a boost to your confidence! Every day he would kiss every part of your body and remind you how much he loved you, how he couldn’t live without you and how he would hurt every single person who would ever try to bring you down!

× He would write you little poets and leave you tiny notes with sweet nothings when he had to leave early for studio-time or just whenever he felt like it - which was quite often. 

× And to repay him you would make sure that he always came home to a happy home. Cooking dinner, cleaning - being a housewife, really - made you so happy because you saw the utmost joy he would have in his eyes whenever he came home to you. 

× And even when you had been together for many years, married and having kids and everything you would still be able to keep the spark between you alive. Shy touches, forehead kisses, back rubs, hair ruffling. All those tiny little gestures would keep the love alive!

For a BoRhap boy i’d ship you with Rami Malek! 

× You would be such a cute couple! Such a CUTE COUPLE! Like all the tabloids  would have your pictures everywhere whenever you went out to any event - or anything at all because you’re just so darn adorable! 

× Of course, being in a relationship with an ACADEMY AWARD WINNING ACTOR™ would have it’s downsides and some ‘fans’ and tabloids would write some horrible things about you every now and again 

× But Rami would be right there by your side reminding how much he loves you and adores you and how he wouldn’t change a single thing about you. He would make very very sure that you truly understood how deeply he loved you! 

× Before he would go on acting jobs you’d work really hard to make him a little box of homemade things. Some things you made, some pictures of the two of you. Just in general a little box of sweet nothings so he had a little piece of you with him every where he went. 

[freddiesaysalright]

Kelseyyyyyy, i've missed you so much , you and your writing. i'm back with my Gwilym request haha. imagine wake up morning with him , he's so soft with you, he kisses you everywhere on your face (cheeks, nose, lips, forehead, top of your head) and he caress your arms and your back, the most fluffy thing ! 💛

Welcome back! I’ve missed you too! Thank you for this wonderful, fluffy request. It’s been a while since I wrote Gwilym! Hope you enjoy :)

Saturday mornings were the best. Sleeping in until the warm sun hit your face, and enjoying waking up slowly with Gwilym. Especially after the events of the previous night. You slept soundly, your breathing deep and even. Gwilym watched you, admiring your beautiful face in the early morning light. Your hair spread behind you across the pillow. The covers tucked neatly under your arm.

He couldn’t help himself. He reached out and touched your arm, stroking it gently. Goosebumps erupted across your skin and you moved closer, but you didn’t wake up. His fingers trailed from your arm to your shoulder, to your face, which he caressed in his palm. Your cheek was soft and warm in his hand.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. His fingers found their way into your tresses as his lips migrated to your forehead, placing a soft kiss there. Your eyes fluttered open when he kissed your nose, and a lazy smile parted your pretty pink lips.

“Good morning,” you whispered.

“Good morning, my darling,” he returned, his voice a little gravelly, but it usually was in the morning.

He rolled on top of you, his hands on either side of your head, stroking your hair. You giggled as he kissed your nose again. Then he softly kissed your cheek, mumbling gentle words of adoration in your ear. He repeated this on your other cheek. You smiled, feeling warmth spread from your heart all the way to your toes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, so your foreheads were touching.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you replied.

At last, he kissed your lips. Slow and easy.

“You’re beautiful,” he told you, breaking away and observing your face, his thumb making light circles on your cheek. “Inside and out.”

“You’re feeling awfully romantic this morning,” you teased.

He smiled. “I just love waking up beside you. I could do this forever.”

You hummed at the thought. “Me too.”

He switched, so he was dragging his pointer finger down your nose and across your cheeks, following the earlier path of his lips. Your eyes closed again as it sent a shiver down your spine.

“You make me a better man, Y/N,” he said seriously.

You opened your eyes to meet his, brow slightly furrowed. “I do?”

“I’m at my best right here with my arms around you,” he confirmed, nodding. “I’m the luckiest man in the world. Because I’m yours.”

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[freddiesaysalright]

(i propose something with Gwilym again, i'm so soft for him 🙈❤) imagine waiting for Gwil, and he's calling you to tell you he'll be back a little late, he's having a drink with friends, and during the conversation you hear a girl and Gwilym hangs up. In the evening when he returns you suspect him to cheat on you, during the fight a thunderstorm breaks out and you throw yourself in the arms of Gwil because you are very afraid of thunder and he tries to confort you.

This was so cute to write omg! If you have any more ideas, don’t hesitate to send them my way!

“Y/N,” said Gwil on the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry, love, I’m gonna be home a bit later than expected. The boys wanted to grab some drinks.”

“That’s alright,” you told him. “Have fun, Gwil.”

“You’re the sweetest,” he said and you smiled to yourself.

A noise on his end stuck out to you. A woman’s voice. It sounded like she was saying Gwilym’s name. You heart nearly stopped beating. Your mind jumped to the worst possible thing - could your loving boyfriend really be cheating on you?

“Hey, babe, who is -”

“There’s Ben,” he cut across you. “Must go. Love you.”

Beep. He hung up. You stared at his name on the screen, his contact photo smiling up at you. Conflict swirled in your heart like a tornado. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but you were certain of what you heard. A woman called Gwilym’s name, he told you it was Ben, and then hung up on you. What else could that possibly mean?

Hours passed and you stewed in your thoughts. You couldn’t sleep, trying to come up with any reason Gwilym would lie to you, but you had nothing. When he opened the apartment door and crept inside, trying not to wake you, you flicked the light on and glowered at him.

“Oh, you’re up,” he noticed.

“Yep,” you replied shortly.

“You alright?”

“Who was that?”

His brow furrowed as he looked at you. “What are you talking about?”

“Before you hung up on me,” you said icily. “A woman called your name. You said it was Ben. I want to know who it really was.”

“What are you accusing me of, Y/N?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“You know exactly what I’m accusing you of,” you returned. “Just tell me the truth, Gwil. Who is she and what exactly are you doing with her?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but a loud crash of thunder and flash of lightning interrupted him. You yelped with fright, your anger suddenly forgotten as you felt like the blood drained from your body. He looked at you, puzzled. You had only just moved in together and he hadn’t seen you during a thunderstorm.

“I have to go,” you said, but you didn’t go to the front door. Instead, you darted into the bedroom and made a beeline for the closet.

“What on Earth?” you heard him say before following you. “Y/N, what are you doing?”

You crawled into the closet and closed the door, ignoring him. This was how you always got through a storm. You pulled your knees into your chest and held yourself, trembling. Another clap boomed around you and you let out another terrified squeak.

Gwilym knocked softly on the closet door. “Y/N, what are you doing in there?”

“Uh - just some work,” you said.

“In the closet? At one in the morning?”

“Yes, just leave me alone!”

You heard a rumble beginning another clap of thunder and you braced yourself. Gwilym opened the door so he could crawl in and sit beside you. He was taller so the bottoms of the clothes messed up his hair. He closed the door behind him.

“Y/N, are you afraid of thunder?” he asked.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you whimpered.

“C’mere, my darling girl,” he said, and pulled you into his lap.

You were still upset with him but you needed the comfort of his arms. He kissed your temple. As thunder boomed once again, he held your shaking body a little tighter.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “It’s alright.”

With one of his long arms, he reached up and pulled one of his cardigans off a hanger to wrap around your shoulders. You thanked him under your breath and leaned on his shoulder.

“The woman at the bar,” he began. “Was your sister. We were planning your surprise birthday party next week.”

You wanted to laugh, but you were still too scared. Instead, you gave a shaky smile.

He cupped your cheek in his hand. “I’ve only told you so you won’t worry. You still have to act surprised when it happens.”

You nodded before snuggling into him again. “I’m sorry for accusing you.”

“All is forgiven,” he assured you.

Thunder roared so loud around you now the building shook. You swallowed a scream and grabbed a hold of Gwilym’s shirt. Tears leaked out of your eyes.

“I’ve got an idea,” he said.

He leaned forward and reached into a bag that was close by. He pulled out his noise cancelling headphones.

“I thought those were in here,” he said, smiling.

You allowed him to put them around your head and he patted them snugly around your ears. It dulled all the noise around you and you already felt a little safer. He gave a questioning thumbs up to see if it worked. You offered a thumbs up with a nod in return, letting him know it had. He wrapped his arms around you again and held you until the storm passed.

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[freddiesaysalright]

imagine you are Ben best friend, and he tells you to come with him at a party with the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody (you don't know who is going to play with him) , when you arrive you realise one of the actor (Gwilym😏) who was here is one of the boys who critiquize you during your middle school years. and when you see him you lose all your confidence, and Ben see this. you say hello to everyone and apologize you need to take a break at the bar, and you gone and start to cry. 1/2

a man join you and start to flirt with you, but your not in a good mood. after a long moment you tell him you are not interesed and he start to insult you, so you slap him in the face. he was ready to make the same thing but Gwil stop him. you was on the point to go but he takes your hand and decide to talk with you and after you tell him everything he tells you how much he’s so sorry about the past, and you stay together all the evening. 2/2

I had an absolute blast with this one! Another long one too. For you, my darling *mwah*

You held Ben’s hand as he guided you through the crowd. You loved joining your best friend to parties like this. It made you feel glamorous and important. He introduced you to a couple people before bringing you over to his Bohemian Rhapsody co-stars. Rami and Joe were perfectly pleasant, but then you shook hands with Gwilym Lee.

A sudden and very painful memory swam before you. You were around twelve or thirteen - a fragile time for anyone - and you had just walked past a group of boys. You name stuck out to you and you remembered clearly Gwilym saying you were ugly. It was so long ago but the effects of the words had stayed with you for years.

You tried to shake it off and pretend you hadn’t recognized him.

“Nice to meet all of you,” you said politely.

Ben looked at you, concerned. You had deflated a little, your shoulders sagged and your face fell. You shook your head at him, warning him not to ask. He obliged, but gave you a look that said he’d be asking you later.

He turned back to the guys and you met Gwilym’s gaze. His brow furrowed at you, and you guessed he was trying to remember where he knew you from. You turned your eyes to the floor, his words from long ago echoing in your mind. Ugly, ugly, ugly.

“Excuse me, I need to get a drink,” you said.

You walked away before any of them could reply, making a straight line for the bar. Perhaps alcohol could wash away that awful memory. You chastised yourself a little. It was so long ago, and you should be over it! You took a seat at the bar, feeling tears pricking your eyes. You blinked them back and asked the bartender for a vodka cranberry.

A man you didn’t know appeared beside you.

“Hello,” he said. “You’re too pretty to be looking so sad.”

You were in no mood to flirt. Especially since you didn’t feel pretty at all.

“Thanks,” you replied, attempting a smile. “But I’m on my own tonight. I wouldn’t be very good company anyway.”

“Let me be the judge of that,” he said. “I’m Tom.”

“Tom, I’m sure you’re a great guy, but I’m not interested,” you said as politely as you could.

He frowned. “Fine. Be a bitch.”

“Excuse me?!” you gasped.

“I said, you’re a bitch,” he said, getting in your face and raising his voice.

“Fuck you!” you cried, rearing back and slapping him hard across the face.

He reeled back, clutching his stinging cheek. He glared dangerously at you.

“Oh, that’s how it is?”

He started toward you, and you knew he was going to hit you back. You ducked your head beneath your arms against the bar, hoping Ben was coming to find you. Tom’s hand never landed. You sat up and peeked over, and saw your rescuer was Gwilym. He had a firm hold on Tom’s wrist and then shoved him roughly away from you.

Tom looked Gwilym up and down, straightened his jacket, and stalked off. You glowered at Gwilym.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Fine,” you snapped. “I don’t anybody’s help, though. Especially not yours.”

Hurt had certainly transformed into anger at this point. You got up, turned on your heel, and stormed outside to the terrace. To your irritation, Gwilym followed you.

“Hold on, what do you mean?” he demanded, grabbing your arm.

“You really don’t remember me?” you asked, nastiness dripping from your tone. “I’m the girl you and your friends spent half an hour calling ugly back in our school days. But maybe that was routine for you.”

Gwilym’s eyes went wide with recognition. “What…I mean, I remember you, but I certainly don’t remember saying that.”

“Well I do,” you said. “Pretty fucking vividly.”

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” he said, and his eyes told you he was earnest. “I assure you, I didn’t mean it. Whatever pain it caused you…I feel like a prize idiot.”

You sighed, cooling off finally. “It’s fine.”

“It’s really not,” he said. “Would you like to hit me too? Maybe it’ll make us both feel better.”

You looked hard at him. He leaned closer.

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I wanna hit you.”

He blinked in surprise. “I was joking.”

“I’m not.”

He cleared his throat. You raised your eyebrows at him, daring him to contest you now.

“Alright,” he agreed. “You can hit me.”

He set his beer on the wide railing before standing in front of you, loosening his tie and removing his glasses. He held his arms out wide.

“Give it your best shot!”

You grinned, almost laughing. Then, for the second time that night, you brought your hand back and struck someone in the face. Your palm met Gwilym’s cheek with a hard popping sound, making the other people outside gasp and look over. He groaned with pain and doubled over when it was done. Then he looked up at you, holding his face.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Much,” you told him.

“I really am sorry,” he said, straightening up.

“You’ve earned your forgiveness,” you said.

“Just so you know, I had a massive crush on you in school,” he said. “My friends took the absolute piss out of me for it, so I think I may have gotten defensive.”

You picked up his beer, moved his hand, and pressed the cold bottle to his face. He sighed at the relieving sensation.

“You’re just being polite,” you said.

“It’s true,” he argued. “I’d like to continue making this up to you.”

“You don’t have to -”

“I do,” he said, cutting across you. “You should know how beautiful you are.”

He spent the rest of the evening making you feel like the only woman in the world.

[freddiesaysalright]

you are Joe's sister, and you will play with him in Bohemian Rhapsody (you will play Brian May's wife) but you didn't know who plays Brian. When you arrive with Joe on set, you see Gwilym, and your reaction was really weird and Joe saw this. you tell him Gwil was you was in high school, and when you ask him if he would be your boyfriend he refuses because you was not his type. and when the producer tells you Gwilym is the one who plays Brian May. 1/3

You don’t show nothing to everyone but you feel really stressed and not confident. you make 1 take , 2 takes … etc, but you block when you have to kiss him. and the producer propose a break, so you run to your lodge but you didn’t know Gwil follow you. and he comes to ask you. after a long moment , he gives you confidence and you kiss him. 2/3But feel you’re so embarrassed and you tell him “you’re not his type of girl” and you make him believe he’s no longer your type of boy. but you laugh and he gives you your kiss in a more passionate way. 3/3 (i write this without google traduction, except this third part, so happy you help me so much with my english 🙌)

This was another really fun one! Hope it’s what you were looking for, friend! Also, your English is great :)

“Joe, you better not be messing with me,” you warned, excitement growing in your chest.

“I’m not!” he assured you. “Really, you got the part! You don’t have any lines, but you’ll be in the movie.”

“You’re the best brother in the world!” you squealed, jumping up and hugging him tight.

You knew you were going to play Chrissy, Brian May’s wife, but Joe never ended up telling you who was playing Brian May. So when you showed up on set, you almost walked right back off again. It was Gwilym Lee, who  you’d met when you studied abroad in college. In one of the most awkward moments of your life, you’d asked him out for coffee. He’d turned you down, saying you weren’t “his type of girl.” You never really got clarity on what that meant, but it had bothered your for years.

The director walked over and introduced himself as Dexter Fletcher. He was very nice and walked you over to introduce you (or re-introduce you) to Gwilym. Gwilym smiled at you as he extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he said.

That hurt. He didn’t even remember you.

“You too,” you replied coolly. If he didn’t remember, then you were going to pretend that you didn’t either.

“Be nice to her, Gwil, that’s my little sister,” Joe said from across the set.

“Roger,” Gwilym returned with a mock salute.

“We ready to start?” Dexter asked.

Everyone replied their assurances and so he backed away behind the camera. The scene was simple. It was the writing of “We Will Rock You” and all you had to do was cross to the stage and start the beat. On the first take, when Gwilym said his line, “Thank you, Chrissy. Showing some enthusiasm,” you only nodded to each other. Dexter called cut.

“Gwil, after you deliver that line, just give her a quick peck,” he said. “Add just a little bit of intimacy.”

“Wait, what?” you said.

They ignored you and you started the scene over. You walked back over to the couch, you heart threatening to beat out of your chest. When he called “action,” Gwilym started the scene again, and you stood up, walked over, and he gave the line. When he leaned in to kiss you, your body acted on its own accord and you dodged him. Dexter cut again.

“Y/N, you’re his wife, you have to let him kiss you,” he said.

“Yep, got it,” you replied irritably, turning around and heading back to the couch to start over. “Sorry, just nervous.”

You started again. When he tried to kiss you again, you dodged him again, squeezing your eyes shut with frustration. You knew you were ruining the scene, but you just didn’t want to kiss him. Not when what you really wanted was to deck him.

“What’s the block here?” Dexter asked. “Does his breath smell or something?”

“I just brushed my teeth,” Gwilym said defensively.

“It’s not that,” you said. “Could I just have like, two minutes?”

Dexter shot Joe a glance. Joe shrugged.

“Alright,” Dexter said. “We’ll all take five.”

You hurried off, heading for the trailer you shared with the women playing Veronica and Dominique. You just needed to get over the shock and get into the right headspace where you could separate yourself from what happened in college.

“Y/N!” you heard someone call you. You turned to see it was Gwilym.

“Hi,” you said.

“What happened back there?” he asked.

“I just didn’t think you’d want to kiss me,” you said harshly. “I’m not your type of girl, remember?”

“What?” he asked, brow furrowing.

You sighed. “I asked you out in college and you turned me down. Kinda stung.”

“I have…no recollection of that,” he said, and his expression told you he was genuine. You weren’t sure if that was better or worse.

“Well, you did,” you told him. “I’m ‘not your type of girl’ or some other shit.”

“I don’t know what was wrong with me,” he said. “You’re really beautiful.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “W-what?”

“Look, I was nervous back there too,” he said. “Because I’m really attracted to you. If I turned you down in college it was because I knew you were too good for me.”

You softened at this declaration. It felt like a dream.

“Really?” you asked.

“Really,” he assured you. “Now, would you mind going over this scene with me again?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

Inside the trailer, you started practicing from the top. Gwilym gave the line as you walked over. When he leaned in, he actually stepped toward you, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you deeply. You kissed him back, holding him at the waist. Your lips moved together and it felt like time stood still. You broke apart, breathing heavily.

“I don’t know, Gwilym,” you said, a grin parting your lips. “I just don’t think you’re my kind of guy.”

He chuckled. “Oh, shut up.”

He kissed you again, harder this time. You almost didn’t hear when they called you back to set.

[freddiesaysalright]

imagine you have a fight with Gwilym before going on a business trip, and he had to accompany you, so you decide to call a taxi and you leave crying. When you wait for your plane, you feel so sad and you hear someone call you and you see Gwil with a suitcase and a bouquet of roses.

Aw, so cute :)

“Gwilym, are you serious?” you cried. “You really can’t come on the trip because of a party?”

“It’s not a party, it’s an opening,” he argued. “And it’s a very good friend of mine. I’m sorry, but it’s important that I’m there. Rami, Joe, and Ben are going too.”

“They didn’t make plans months in advance to go on a business trip with their girlfriend!” you shouted. “Gwil, this is a huge step for my career and I have to be there. You don’t have to go to this party.”

“It’s not a -”

“It is a party, Gwil!” you cut across him. “The point is, you committed to something with me first, and you’re bailing just because something more ‘entertaining’ came along!”

“What if I fly there tomorrow?” he suggested.

“My presentation is at eight in the morning, you’ll never make it,” you told him.

You sighed, took his airline ticket from your bag and tossed it on the counter.

“The way I see it, you have a choice,” you said. “Be there for me, or stay here with them. You’re picking them, as usual.”

“I sacrifice time with them for you too!” he protested.

“Oh yeah?” you challenged. “When?”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His brow furrowed, thinking.

“You’ve never done that!” you cried, exasperated. “I don’t even have time to have this fight with you anymore because the plane leaves in two hours and I’ve already called a cab.”

You gathered your bags and your keys. You opened the door and turned to glare at him one more time.

“Have a great time at your fucking party,” you spat.

With that, you slammed the door and stormed down the hall, leaving him stricken in your apartment. You finally released the tears  you’d been holding back from the second he told you he wasn’t coming. You’d been so looking forward to this trip with him. You couldn’t believe he valued something like that over a career milestone for you.

The cab was waiting for you already. The driver helped you put your bags in the trunk before you climbed into the back seat. You looked longingly at your apartment building once more, hoping that Gwilym would come running out to catch you. Nothing happened. You told the driver you were ready.

You wept silently the whole ride to the airport. You hated fighting with Gwilym, and you especially hated this fight. You had it more often than you should. As you made your way to the gate, mindlessly going through the motions of checking your bag and airport security, you wondered if the time had come to let Gwilym go. You always made him a priority. If he wasn’t doing the same, you had to consider leaving him. You needed someone who valued you more than that.

The idea of it broke your heart. You loved Gwilym. You’d even moved in together. Could you really leave him now when things were so serious? When you’d talked about marriage? Could you really face starting over? Could you face life without him in it? You sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve, and tried to stop the tears still flowing down your cheeks.

You texted your friends in your group chat and asked their advice. They told you that it wasn’t fair for Gwilym to back out of the trip, especially so last minute, and that you needed to have a serious talk with him about how he saw the relationship. None of them thought you needed to break up just yet. That was a relief.

“Y/N.”

Your head snapped up from your phone. There stood Gwilym, breathless from having rushed through the airport, pulling his carry on bag behind him in one hand and offering you a bouquet of roses in the other.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking the empty seat next to you. “You’re right, I need to keep my commitments to you. I treasure what we have together and I will work on showing you that more. Even if it means I never see my friends.”

You chuckled, taking the flowers from him and holding them to your chest. “Thank you,” you said. “But I want you to have time with your friends. I love that you have a full life. But I need to know that I’m part of what makes it full.”

“I’ll make sure you know,” he assured you. “I can’t believe I even considered choosing that opening over you. I love you so much. I won’t let you down again.”

“I love you too, Gwil,” you returned, leaning forward to kiss him. “I’ll hold you to it.”

[freddiesaysalright]

you are at a bar/restaurant, you don't know Gwil but he's here with some of his friends at a table, and you are alone at the bar. when a guy start to talk with you, but you are not interesed, so he take you by the arm. Gwil sees this and come to help you, he tells to the man to leave you alone, you are with him, but the man ignore Gwil, and Gwil push him and repeted to the man to leave you alone. After, Gwil invite you at his table and you spend a beautiful night with him.(maybe a little kiss?)

We never get tired of Gwil to the rescue :)

You took a sip of your cocktail and sighed. Exhaustion from your job and your shitty boss making your shoulders sag. You really just needed a night to forget about all of it. If that meant drinking alone at a bar, then so be it.

“Hey there,” said a man who had taken a seat beside you. “Can I buy your drink?”

“Sure,” you said with a shrug.

He handed the bartender his card before turning back to you. “So, what’s your name?”

“Sorry, dude, I’m not doing this tonight,” you said. “You can buy me a drink or whatever, but I am in no mood to be talked up.”

“You’re out, what’s the use in being sad?” he said brightly.

Irritation crawled over you. “I’m not sad, I’m frustrated, and you’re only making it worse.”

“There’s no need to be rude,” he huffed.

“If you keep talking, it’s only going to get worse for you.”

“Listen, girl!” he cried, taking a firm hold of your arm.

“DON’T call me girl!” you shouted back before he could finish his thought. “And if you want to keep that hand you better remove it from my person. Now.”

You glared at each other for a moment. Still, he did not move his hand.

“I won’t ask again,” you warned.

He hesitated, and in that moment, another man approached. He was tall, handsome, and looked at you like he knew you.

“Sorry I’m late, love,” he said with a smooth, English accent. Immediately you caught on. “Work ran over.” He looked at the man. “Would you excuse us? I’d like to have a drink with my girlfriend.”

You raised your eyebrows at the hostile man.

“She didn’t say she had a boyfriend,” he said.

“I shouldn’t have to,” you spat. “Take. Your. Fucking. Hand. Off. Me.”

He looked at the Englishman suspiciously.

“You heard her,” the Englishman said.

“I don’t buy this,” the hostile man continued, and he stood up.

The Englishman took this moment to shove the hostile man hard, forcing him to release your arm. Your rubbed it, feeling a bruise forming already. The Englishman offered his hand to you. You took it. His presence was calming. He didn’t demand. He asked.

You walked away with him, interlocking your fingers with his. He was headed to a table full of people.

“Hope you don’t mind, I invited our friends to join us,” he said loudly enough for the other man to hear.

“That’s fine, baby,” you said sweetly, carrying on the ruse.

When you took a seat at the table, his friends greeted you warmly. You smiled at them. From the corner of your eye, you saw the man watch you until you were settled. Finally, he stalked out of the bar.

As the door closed behind him, the Englishman turned to you. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” you assured him. “Thanks for the assist.”

“No problem,” he said, and extended his hand again. “I’m Gwilym, by the way.”

You shook it. “Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

He followed by introducing his friends - Rami, Lucy, Joe, Ben, and Allen.

“You’re welcome to spend some time with us,” he said. “Or you may return to your seat if you like.”

“I’ll hang out,” you agreed.

You chatted with them for a while, and realized they were all actors. You confessed you were only familiar with three of them - Rami and Joe from The Pacific, and Allen from Downton Abbey. But you also explained you were a huge Queen fan and already had tickets to see Bohemian Rhapsody on opening night.

You played a few drinking games with them as well. Never Have I Ever, Circle of Death, and more. It actually helped you get to know them better than just talking. They were hilarious and fun. Your cheeks ached from laughing so much. You were most connected with Gwilym, though. Each time you had to drink with a partner, he picked you. His leg brushed yours beneath the table all night. He held your hand a lot as well. As the night wound down, you found yourself dreading its end.

Gwilym walked you to your car when it was too late to go on. You stopped at the drivers’ side door, leaning back against it as you looked up at your tall companion.

“Thanks for a great night,” you said. “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”

“That’s a shame,” he replied. “You have such a lovely smile.”

“Thank you,” you said, showing it to him again.

“Can I call you sometime?” he asked, shifting on his feet nervously.

You held your hand out flat. He retrieved his phone from his pocket and gave it to you. You opened it.

“No passcode?” you noticed. “Good to know you don’t have trust issues.”

He laughed. You put your number in his contacts and returned his phone to him. He looked at it and laughed again.

“The baddest bitch alive?” he wondered.

“Yep, that’s me!”

You laughed together for a moment. Then, after looking into your eyes, he leaned down, his hands on either side of your face, and he kissed you.