#borhap blurb

[taleofharrison]

First Night | Gwilym Lee

Summary: Y/N and Gwilym have been dating for a while but she hasn’t spend the night at his place since she has problems with sleeping she doesn’t want to be a bother.

Warnings: Mentions of ADHD and sleeping disorders.

Requested: Yes, sorry it took so long real life is a bitch sometimes.

Word Count: 742

A/N: This is my first time writing for Borhap in like a year so be kind and I had to make my research too and I found out that I have some ADHD symptoms so yay! self-discovery (I’m not making an auto diagnosis but it was good to know it) anyways it’s short but cute but to the point.

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Dating Gwilym had been nothing but a dream. He was a gentleman and he treated you and spoiled so much in more than one way, however, you haven't been comfortable enough to spend the night at his place. Being younger than him by almost 8 years and him being a public figure brought an awful lot of attention to the relationship and he also was very well aware of your problems with ADHD. Today you had spent the day at his place watching movies here and there and joking around (most of the time you were talking and moving around under the blanket but you couldn't help it) at around 6:00 you decided it was time to leave. "Why can't you stay?" he asked hugging you from behind softly kissing your neck "My bed's big enough for the two of us" "I know," you said and turned around to face him "but I don't want to be a bother" "You're not a bother!" he stated, "I told you I don't mind staying up late with you or to help you calm you down. I miss you so much sometimes" "And a miss you too" you assured him "but this is my final decision I don't want you to have a restless night because of me" "Please I've done my research on this so that you can spend the night with me" he begged "Please ask me anything" "Uhm...do you know what restless legs syndrome is?" you asked looking down at your feet. "It's one of the possible sleeping disorders caused by ADHD" he recalled from what he had read. "Yeah well...that's my problem with sleeping most of the nights" you explained, "I toss around and move a lot and I don't want you..." "Don't finish that sentence" he interrupted you "I want you here doll...please" "Fine" you sighed feeling surprised. You've had boyfriends here and there but they never took the time to understand what was like for you not to sleep as peacefully as everybody else did. "What time do you usually go to sleep?" he asked you not bothering in hiding his smile. "Uhm...around 10 o'clock 11 tops" you replied. "Alright so that gives us around 5 hours tops to spend time together," he said "and do you have any routine I need to know? I read that having a calming bedtime routine might be important" "I don't have one really" you shrugged "I just turn off my phone and try to avoid Netflix during the evening" "So that means no Netflix and chill" he softly laughed, making you smile "but we can have a small dinner I'm going to start making it now" He left you alone in the bedroom to make something simple for both of you so you wouldn't go to bed with an empty stomach (something you were used to doing). Though you still had your doubts about this you couldn't help the feeling growing inside. You felt loved and safe for the first time in a long time.

After a few minutes, he called you for dinner, nothing too fancy just some salad since it was getting late a big dinner wouldn't be right for you. "Would you like to have a warm bath?" he asked you again while eating your dinner "I also read that a change of temperature can help you get a better night. I could prepare it for you" "Gwilym! I-I truly don't deserve" he chuckled moving with his hand as though he was brushing off your statement "No seriously nobody, not even my parents, have had these considerations with me on this topic" "I just want to make sure you're okay" he simply said "your my girlfriend and I love you and I want to make sure you're alright" "I love you too" you replied "and tomorrow morning you can come with me on my morning hike" "Alright, doll" he laughed "but I'm making you breakfast tomorrow morning and you can sleep as long as you want okay?" You were getting ready to protest since it was most likely that you'd wake up Gwilym at some point of the night but before you could say anything Gwil cut in with an "end of discussion" and he put the dishes away. "On one condition" you pleaded " only if you join in the bathroom in a few minutes" "Deal" he smiled as you disappeared into the hallway.

[missborhap]

Send me interesting Borhap cast concepts, I’m lonely

I’m thinking a lot about a Gwilym Lee x Sci Fi Writer!S/O concept. Like, he’s be so mesmerized by is partner’s writings and different world they create. I feel like he’d brag to his friends that his partner is a writer and is known for books and stuff. I kind of like it. Like, out of the blue, he’d just silently cuddle his partner while they write. Even if they are up at 3 in the morning, he’d cuddle or sit next them. His only excuse to not going back to sleep is that “I can’t fall back asleep, I need to be with you”.

Just a thought.

But please send me some concepts. I would like to see your thoughts.

ALSO, I send me random things! Talk to me. Send me thirst tweets shit, send me soft shit, come to me for advice.

I mainly write for Joe, but I can do headcanons for the Borhap Boys (including Allen) and Lucy. I may do Queen members.

[sadprose-auroras]

Hey there, was hoping to make a request? Can I get something where the borhap boys move into an apartment next to yours after they've finished filming. The reader is a massive fan of Queen and BoRhap, but she doesn't know that its them who've moved in? One day she's practicing playing guitar or something and heres heaps of music so she goes to ask if they can turn it down and then realises its them? Maybe they have some jam sessions or maybe a romance buds from it? Thanks!

I’m gonna go with Gwilym because I don’t have nearly enough of him in my masterlist. Thanks for the request, honey!! I love this concept xx

Fucking hell. 

This was the third night in a row. You groaned, shoving a pillow over your ears. The electric guitar in the apartment next to yours was basically shaking your bedroom walls. Did they have no consideration for people around them? It was - you rolled over to check the time - 9pm. 

Oh. 

Okay, so maybe it was totally justified that they were playing guitar. Still, did it have to be so loud? You rolled over, keeping the pillow pressed against your ears, calculating in your head how much sleep you’d be getting before you had to get up for work in the ungodly hours of the morning. Your mind wandered to your next door neighbour, not that you’d met them. Or seen them. In your half-awake state, you wondered what kind of person they were. To practise guitar in the evening, very well but very loudly. To have left boxes strewn in the hallway. So they were a cluttered, messy artist, but talented enough to get away with it. Exactly your type.

Some time later, how long you couldn’t tell, they were still playing the guitar just as loudly as they were (assumingly) a couple hours ago. They were repeating the same thing over and over, and it was getting so annoying and you were so frustrated, that you couldn’t take it anymore. With a huff, you threw your covers back and threw on a hoodie over your pyjamas and fixed your hair so it wasn’t so terribly messy, basically storming out your apartment and banging on the door next to yours.

Behind the door, you heard the guitar stop abruptly, and you let out a small sigh of relief. Perhaps it was the sleep deprivation, but you swore your ears were ringing. You didn’t cease your loud knocking, your fist banging against the door making it shake. You heard some shuffling behind the door, and a huff of frustration.

“I’m coming!” The exasperated manly voice startled you slightly, and even more so when the door opened and you nearly punched the man in front of you in the face; luckily he ducked out of the way in time. 

“Woah!” 

“Shit, sorry!” you dropped your hand, and suddenly it registered who was standing in front of you. 

Gwilym fucking Lee.

For some reason, the first thought that crossed your mind was that he didn’t seem like the loud musician type. Wasn’t he an actor?

You literally stumble sideways in shock, but lean against the doorframe to play it off like you meant to. He ignored your apology, his eyebrows raising at your awkwardness and initial, arguably justified, frustration. 

It occurred to you that your ‘outfit,’ or lack thereof, and messy hair, was completely inadequate and you crossed your arms across your chest. Gwilym was, on the other hand, dressed to the nines; smart pants, sweater, sneakers, and glasses perched on his nose. 

“Can I help you?” He seemingly couldn’t hide the sassy tone in his voice, and despite being a big fan of his work, you let out a huff. You couldn’t believe the guy was such an asshole.

“I mean, yeah, do you know how loud you were being? Some of us need sleep.” You rubbed your eyes; on purpose for dramatic purposes or not, you weren’t even sure yourself. Gwilym glanced down at his watch, and his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. Maybe it was later than you thought; you’d merely stumbled out of your apartment after what seemed an endless amount of tossing and turning to the thumping music. 

“I guess I lost track of time. I am sorry, actually.” He seemed genuine, and it melted your heart and softened your resolve immediately. The entire atmosphere changed within an instant.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for being so snappy,” you gave him a shy smile, ignoring the thumping in your heart at his return of your smile, and you continued, “Just keep it down, please?”

“I will…” he trailed off, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“Y/N.” You stuck your hand out, and he shook it.

“Gwilym.” 

“I know.” You gave him an amused smirk, turning to leave.

“You do? Why didn’t you say anything?” He chuckled softly. 

“Welcome to the building, Gwilym,” you chimed over your shoulder, going back into your apartment with the biggest smile plastered on your face and butterflies swarming in your stomach. Little did you know that they matched Gwilym’s.

[sadprose-auroras]

Smutty hours perhaps?

Hey bbys! I’ve been doing a lot of fluff recently, which I love, but I’m in the mood to do some smut! And I have no ideas 😂 So... send me smutty headcanons for queen or borhap cast, please? Literally, can be anything. (Multiple people, one person, genderbend if you wanna) We don’t kinkshame around here. I’ll do female!reader unless you specify otherwise 💓 Let’s 👏 get 👏 slutty 👏