#borhap blurbs

Summary: You finally visit Joe on set with your daughter.

Warnings: A poorly written toddler (let’s just say she’s shy I’m soory)

Requested: Yep by @borhapgirlforlife19​

Word Count: 1000

A/N: I haven’t written for these guys in ages I missed them but anyways enjoy hope you like this.

(If anyone knows who made this gif, please let me know so I can credit them!)

Hey pals, this is my secret santa gift for @seven-seas-of-fuck-you​ as part of @borhapparker​‘s secret santa! I hope you like it! Please keep in mind, I have absolutely NO idea how acting or filming movies works 😂

You help him understand memes

He makes memes

He loves to take you places and vise versa

Hand holding is a must

Joe LOVES it when your prop your legs up in his lap becuase her adores your legs

Hand is literally on your ass

He is a fucking cuddler and will take up most of the bed

He might end up on top of you by morning, his arms are literally wrapped around you and refuses to let you go till he gives you the right amount of kisses he wants to give you

Date nights

Pizza nights

Netflix nights

We all know Joey is fucking HANDSY

He loves to touch your soft skin

He always complements your skin and he gives you small comments throughout the day

“Baby, my shirt likes good on you.”

“You look so cute in sweatshirts.”

“You’re so warm, I could hug you all day!”

He likes to buy you things

Let’s be honest, the boy loves to spoil you

He finds the little cute things that mean so much

Like, if he sees something that relates to something you like, he will buy it for you, even if you say don’t buy it for you, he’ll buy it because he knows you love it

Baking together is a MUST

Food is IMPORTANT

He makes sure you shower and brush and teeth

Dancing to music together

“GET THE TURN RIGHT!”

Teaching you the BAB dance

I'd love to do something like this, sounds really fun!

RULES: Through ask...

- Pick up one number

- Your gender

- The person you want/pairs you'd like to see (Ben Hary’s characters: Four from 6Underground, Warren from X-Men // Joe Mazzello’s character: Tim Murphy from Jurassic Parc // Harry Style’s character: Alew from Dunkirk // Zendaya’s character // Borhap Queen.. Ask me if you have another idea!!)

- A situation (something to guide me a bit would be nice ~)

- I'm not super into smut, but I can try to built up an ""atmosphere""

1. "You don't need nobody else, but me."

2. "I can dim the lights..."

3. "Excuse me but... Why are you blushing?"

4. "Let's see what I got... I got a hell of a lot..."

5. "Look at me love, please."

6. "I like good things in life, darling."

7. "No please, love, don't do that!"

8. "... Why are you doing this to me?"

9. "You are definitely drunk."

10. "I'd like to kiss you... Joking... Unless?"

11. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?"

12. "Please, don't do that ever again."

13. "Should I turn off the lights?"

14. "You need a hug: I shall provide."

15. "Smile for me, please."

16. "This wasn't planned at all."

17. "You remembered? I love you so much!"

18. "Don't cry, I'm here. With you."

19. "I spent all my years praying for this moment to come!"

Requests are open!!!

So, if you’ve got any queen/BoRhap fluffy headcanons, imagines, drabbles or blurb type things please send them in!!! I’ll get to them as soon as I’m done school!!!

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.

MASTERLIST HERE

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.

Contains: brief mentions of controlling, objectifying gross men, kissing that gets only very slightly saucy, rambly writing style cause I got excited about plot and including as much as I could instead of making it sound coherent and nice, also it’s shorter than I expected oops sorry

Tagging my soul sister and number one supporter and fellow Walter stan @sparkly-spade-socks !! Thanks Nick for encouraging me to write this and yelling about the woman in white with me, I wouldn’t have been so inspired and deep in my feels without you xx

You were positively aching. For many reasons.

For starters, the stool you were perched upon, despite the unnecessarily extravagant layers of cream-coloured material between your body and the seat, flowing out on either side of you in the cool breeze, was uncomfortable and making it difficult to sit up straight, and still. In fact, your entire body was sore; no one person should be made to sit in the same position for so long. Although, you supposed you couldn’t complain. The portraits were being completed over five days, and today was the last. He was very thorough; you could tell he cared deeply about making your wedding portraits as near perfect as possible. But why should he care? As he told you, he was leaving the country in two days. And nobody really knew him around these parts. He was somewhat of an enigma. So a poor effort would be difficult to trace back to him. You didn’t even know where he was moving, or perhaps fleeing, to. As far as everyone else was concerned, your husband most importantly, yourself and Mr Hartright did not know each other until you hired him.

The strongest ache, however, was not of your body, but your heart. The overwhelming sensations you felt every time you glanced at him licking his lips in concentration, or his soft golden curls dancing across his forehead in the wind, or the slight crease in his forehead that you wanted nothing more than to smooth out with a gentle kiss, were enough to make your hands, clasped in your lap, shake, and your eyes to dart away. To anywhere else. The horizon in front of you, the crashing waves, the rolling mountains to your right. You found yourself thanking God for the myriad of distracting views. Though none of them could compare to the man in front of you. 

“Coun- Miss Y/L/N, could you look at me please? I need to see your eyes.” His voice snapped you out of your wandering thoughts, and you gave him an apologetic smile, ignoring the way your breath hitched at your throat and your cheeks burned even more as you made direct eye contact with him. His pale green eyes bore into yours, although you knew this was just because he was painting them. Right?

“Tell me more about where you are going, Mr Hartright. If you wish to…” Your attempt to diffuse your straightforwardness and lack of consideration for politeness was ignored by him. He raised his eyebrows as he stopped painting and looked at you, a small, amused smile on his face. 

“I don’t quite know yet. I will work it out, I suppose. I just need a change, I feel trapped. Do you know what I mean?” That forehead crease was back. Your stomach flipped. 

“I completely understand.” Your tone was firm but wistful, as you sighed slightly and gazed back out to the horizon, a piece of your hair falling out of its clip and blowing in the wind. You ignored it, focusing on holding back the stinging tears in your eyes. It was because you knew that feeling of entrapment far too well, and Walter knew how your entire life you felt trapped. First, your Father’s control over you when your Mother died. Then, the shockingly terrifying surprise of him basically selling you to be married to a rich, well-known Count to pay off his debts when he passed away. A reminder from beyond the grave that you could never escape his objectifying wrath against his only daughter. 

You had shared your troubles with the man before you years prior, when the two of you were young children running free in green fields and making up worlds, just trying to find somewhere to belong and someone to talk to. Now, he knew of the other man who was even more controlling of your agency than your Father; your husband. 

In the last hours of your five day ordeal, you’d ceased your long rambles about your terribly scary life. Perhaps you realised the dangerous territory the two of you could be getting yourselves into. Just as much as you were telling him about your life and gazing longingly at him, he was doing the same. 

“I’m sorry Miss Y/L/N, but I need to fix-” he interrupted the almost deafening silence, dropping his brush and pushing his sleeves up, walking towards you and bending over ever so slightly, dangerously close before you could even react. “Your-your hair is coming out…” he practically whispered, his delicately light fingers clipping the piece back in place so gently and so quickly that you barely felt it. The rest of your body certainly reacted though. 

Before you could think, you brought your hand up to his lingering hand and placed it on your cheek effectively trapping his hand, and he let out the smallest of breaths in relief, swiping his thumb across your cheekbone as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. For a second, it crossed your mind that perhaps two people staring into each other’s eyes wordlessly would be uncomfortable or undesirable. Yet, you could have stayed in this position forever; your heart pounding, your hand over his trembling, as you studied every feature of his face in detail. You decided that you could write a novel about every one of those details. 

“This-” he murmured breathlessly, but it was drowned in the wind. And by your lips. You felt slightly guilty for stopping him from speaking, but you couldn’t hold yourself back from kissing him a second longer. His lips were softer than you could have possibly even imagined, kissing you with a perfect mixture of hesitancy and precision that made your head spin. The gasps and sharp breaths he let out between kisses were the prettiest sounds you’d ever heard, and, although you thought it impossible, his noises made you lose even more self control; you threaded your fingers through his soft, golden curls, pulling his body against yours as you stood up so you could kiss him at a better angle. When his tongue darted out yet again, your entire body just about melted, and you were grateful for his hands on your lower back basically holding you up. 

When you came up for air, not before pressing another quick, soft kiss to his pink, swollen lips, neither of you could stop the small giggles that came out at the ridiculousness of the situation. His forehead rested against yours, his thumbs now stroking your lower back through your dress (you were disappointed that you could just barely feel it). 

“You appear to have got yourself tangled up in quite a complicated situation, Miss Y/LN,” he whispered, but a huge, dopey smile was plastered on his face. 

“You’re one to talk, Mr Hartright,” you whispered back in the same tone, his smile matching yours. Counteracting your words, you kissed him briefly again. 

“I have two requests of you.” His words caused you to raise your eyebrows in intrigue, but you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms. 

“Yes?”

“Firstly, please drop the formalities… I think we’re far beyond that point. Call me Walter.” 

You chuckled softly in response and nodded, the smile never once leaving your face as you now fixed a piece of his hair. 

“That is very easily done, Walter.” 

“Well then, Y/N, I also want to know if you’d like to come with me.” You didn’t even need for him to specify what he meant, where you would be going with him. Nor did you question for a second your response, despite all of the complications that would most likely follow you. They, in fact, did not cross your mind in that moment. 

“I would love to.” 

He loves to show that you are his

Joe has his hands all over you

Like, if you and Joe are out to eat with a couple of the Borhap cast, he would SO have his hand teasing at your thigh

He would SO make you blush

Ben and Gwil would make throw up noises

Joe smirks as you nudge at him

He grabs your waist and pulls you in closer to him when others are around, teasing at your clothes

He doesn’t hide PDA, even if it’s the slightest bit sexual

Neck kisses are always apart of teasing

He compliments you and brags about you

Joe openly tells people that he loves you

Some may call him clingy, but the man just loves to hold you

Whenever you go away from him for a minute, someone has to snap him out of staring at you

He growls in your ear at the dinner table and makes you blush in front of everyone and they don’t even know why

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Gwil asks beside you. You immediately nod, trying to hide you face

Joe would have a huge smirk on his face