#and holding a towel under my nose to fake a nosebleed

[olliecoded]

have had some of THEE most humbling experiences of my life today. this is so bad. i can never stay in a hotel ever again

[bluesfortheredj]

You were nearly there, nearly home; that’s what you keep repeating to yourself as you walk through the street on your own, trying not to look as if you were rushing. You knew you should have left the bar earlier but your friends were too good at persuading you to stay, especially when they kept reminding you that you hadn’t been out in months; really it was a bit of a guilt trip as well. As you turn the corner onto your street you being to calm down a little with your flat now in sight, but then a groan from the alleyway stops you in your tracks.

“Shit,” you hiss to yourself as a figure comes stumbling out of the darkness.

“Excuse me,” the man says as he holds his hand up to his face.

He wasn’t slurring, so that was one good sign at least, but when he walks into the light of the street lamp you see his lower face and hand are both covered in blood.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” you gasp, moving towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder as you look up at his bloody face.

“I, umm, it’s just a nosebleed. I’m just feeling a bit...” he trails off as he sways to the side, and even though you know there’s no way you’re strong enough to hold him up, you place your free hand on his other arm.

“Come with me,” you say, guiding him towards your block of flats.

He staggers next to you, mumbling something about not being drunk or anything, just woozy from the blood loss, and how he never really could handle nose bleeds. You nod along as he talks and it seems to be calming him down as he continues to ramble about nonsense. As soon as you get to your flat you sit him on a kitchen chair and he leans forward looking between his legs at the floor.

“No no no! Sit up! That’s it. Tilt your head forward ever so slightly and breathe through your mouth,” you advise as you grab a handful of kitchen roll and shove it under his nose, “hold this and pinch your nose above your nostrils… That’s it.”

“Thank you,” he says, muffled by the kitchen roll.

“Right, peas… Peas...” you mutter as you go to the freezer and take out a frozen bag of peas to wrap in a tea towel.

You press it against his face carefully and stand next to him to keep it in position; hopefully helping to narrow the blood vessels and stop the bleeding. The man pulls the kitchen roll away from his face and turns it over to dab at his nose carefully, and sees that barely anything is coming out now, much to his relief.

“I think it’s stopping,” he sighs.

You take the cold compress away from his face and he lets go of the bridge of his nose slowly, flexing his hand as he brings it down to his side, and the realisation of the situation you’d got yourself in suddenly hits you. There was this strange man sitting in your kitchen who was much taller than you, definitely much stronger, and who could have totally faked this injury to get into your flat.

“Thank you for this,” he smiles as he brings the tissue down from his mouth, “I’m Gwilym by the way.”

“Yeah, no problem...” you say as you back away from him, unsure whether or not to give him your name, even though he now knew where you lived.

He notices your body language change as you fold your arms in a defensive way with your phone now in your hand in case you needed to call for help, and he realises that this was definitely not an ideal situation for you to be in.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m going to go now. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I’m really sorry,” he says as he gets up from the chair slowly and backs up to the front door, “thank you ever so much for looking after me, I hope I didn’t ruin your evening.”

He opens the door and slips out of it then shuts it firmly behind him, and you take a deep sigh of relief. Suddenly you feel bad for not offering to let him clean up his face before he left, as he seemed genuinely very nice, but you know you couldn’t risk letting him in to your flat any further, just in case. You lock your door then switch out the lights as you make your way to bed; ready for a peaceful night’s sleep and a long lay in tomorrow.

Sunday mornings were made for slobbing about in your comfiest joggers and baggy t-shirt, and that’s exactly what you were doing when you eventually got up and changed out of your pyjamas. You swing your legs up onto your sofa with a cup of tea, ready to scroll through Netflix aimlessly, then get startled by a soft tap at your door. A little huff escapes your lips at this unannounced guest turning up, and when you open the door with a slightly miffed expression, you see a familiar face above a huge bunch of flowers.

“Hi,” the man smiles, “it’s Gwilym… From last night. Probably don’t recognise me without all the blood.”

“Oh!” you say, genuinely shocked at how different he looked, “hi!”

“Listen, I just wanted to say a huge thank you and give you these for being an actual saint last night and helping me. You were really lovely, and I’m sorry if I freaked you out at all.”

“They’re beautiful, you really didn’t have to,” you smile as he hands you the bouquet and you take a sniff of the colourful flowers within, “it was no bother.”

“I did have to, you let me in to your flat late at night looking like an absolute mess.”

“Well now the tables have turned,” you laugh as you gesture to your outfit.

“Absolutely not,” he says, shaking his head, “you look lovely.”

You look away from him, a little embarrassed at his compliment, and study the flowers closely.

“Sorry,” he apologises, “but it’s true. Anyway! Before I embarrass myself further, I will now go, and- actually, before I do, can I get your name?”

“(Y/N),” you say quietly, looking up at him from the flowers.

“Knew it’d be something just as wonderful as you are,” he smiles with a blush, “anyway, yeah, so thank you again, and I’ll see you again hopefully.”

“Maybe not stumbling out of an alley next time...”

“Definitely not,” he laughs, “maybe across a table at a restaurant?”

May I please request a little angst with Gwil? She’s on her way home at night when he stumbles across her way, dizzy with a nosebleed, and she just acts on instinct and offers to help him with some ice and tissues at her flat. After she’s taken care of him, she suddenly realises that she’s put herself in quite a dangerous situation, letting in a total stranger who’s much taller and stronger and could easily hurt her. He sees how scared she is and leaves, but comes back the next day to thank her!

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