blurb writing


Word Count - 4250 words
Not proofread

WARNING: Mature content, very smutty.

Based on the request: pls write where y/n and harry have sex a lot and end up getting pregnant but are happy about it.

You woke up with a moan at the back of your throat and strong hands digging into your hips. This was how most mornings were spent; one of you waking the other with your mouth of their body. Your back arched as he sucked on your sex all while two fingers were moving inside you.

His moans vibrated through making the fire in the pit of your stomach burn brighter. Your hands were thrashing around you, gripping the sheets just wasn’t enough. After a deep fuck of his tongue into your throbbing sex, you came, hard, with a yell.

Harry drew it out as long as he could, stopping when you had recovered your breath. You turned you head to the alarm clock of the bedside table seeing the time; 9:07 in the morning. You had plenty of time before you had to be up.

Harry’s face appeared in your vision as he collapsed on the bed next to you, his breath heavy. Your eyes were drawn to the rock-hard bulge in the boxers; your mouth watered at the sight. When you looked back up at his face, his smirk was a combination of smug and confidence.

“Your turn, love.”

“Babe, you want some lunch?” You called to Harry from the kitchen to where he was sprawled across the couch. You were both dressed and ready for the day despite having no plans to leave the house. You had to be in the same room as him to hear his response.

“Think I’m still full from my little snack before breakfast actually, thanks tho’.” With a little knowing smile, he turned to look back at his phone, leaving you with the thoughts of your wakeup call.

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anonymous asked:

I know requests are closed but "please dont leave me"?

Harry startled himself awake, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead. It took him a moment to remember where he was, to remind himself that you weren’t really here, it had just been a dream. The same dream he’d had over and over since you’d left; you looked at him with such disappointment, tears streaming down your face followed by mascara. No matter what he did, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t fix it, couldn’t make you stop crying. Now, he wiped a hand down his face, squeezing his eyes shut again to push down his own tears. He got up from the couch where he slept now. He couldn’t bear sleeping in the bed you used to share and he hadn’t washed the sheets since you left… Lipstick smudges still on your pillowcase and your scent so palpable he had trouble reminding himself you didn’t sleep here anymore.

If he closed his eyes, like he was now as he stood in the threshold of the bedroom, he could see you curled up on your side of the bed. Hair splayed across the pillowcase. Harry sighed and turned away from the bedroom, still unable to cross past the door. He walked past the glassless frame that held his favorite picture of the two of you. Harry was smiling at the camera, but you were looking up at him, laughter lighting up your whole face as you hung on his arm. He couldn’t remember now why you had been laughing. You would’ve remembered. The night you left he had been so distressed, he flung the picture across the room, shattering it. He hadn’t gotten around to cleaning it until the next day and he hadn’t had the heart to throw it away so there it stood, back where it was before. He stopped in front of it for a few moments before placing it facedown on the table and walking away.

Remnants of you were still all around the house. The sticky note on the fridge to remind yourself to buy eggs a few weeks ago, your favorite ice cream in the freezer, the lilies you bought dying in their vase in the dining room. He knew he should get rid of them, they only made him upset, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Harry couldn’t bear living in a house with you all over it but he couldn’t bear acting like you had never lived here either.

He had known this was coming, had known it for weeks, and yet when he pulled up to the house and saw your bags lined up outside, something in him broke. Repeatedly, he had let you down. You hadn’t asked for much and he remembered the exact moment when he could see in your eyes that it was over for you.

Where are you? You had texted him for the fourth time that night. And for the fourth time he ignored it, slipping his phone back into his pocket and redirecting his attention to Jeff as they talked about his music.

By the time he got home that night, the house was empty and you were cleaning up cups and plates, throwing away empty bottles and cans.

“Where is everyone?” He asked as he closed the door behind him.

You had looked at him then, with a look of pure contempt. “They went home.” And you resumed cleaning.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I was held up at work.” Upon further observation he noticed you were in his favorite dress, hair curled just the way he liked it.

You slammed a bottle on the counter, “You missed my birthday, Harry.”

He opened and closed his mouth, “Come on, love, it’s not your actual birthday.”

“Do you know how humiliating it was for me,” You swallowed past the lump in your throat, eyes shining, “When everyone asked where you were? All your friends were here, both our families were here, everyone was here except for you. On top of the humiliation… the only person I really wanted to see tonight was too busy for my birthday.”

“That’s not fair—“

“It’s not?” You were really crying now and he wanted to go to you, but he stayed put. “I’ve been patient, I’ve accepted every excuse for every postponed date night, every missed family function, you promised you’d be here tonight.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes back to stare at the ceiling, trying to keep the tears in. “You promised, Harry.” You said softly this time.

And the way you looked at him that night before storming past and slamming the bedroom door shut… You had looked at him like you had expected this from him and you were more disappointed with yourself for getting your hopes up. That was when he knew that he had ruined everything.

And still, he tried to change your mind as you walked away from him that night. “Stop. Please, love, I’m begging you, bring your bags inside, we can talk about this.”

You continued packing your car, tears streaming down your face. “We have talked, Harry, you don’t listen.”

“You can’t…” He shook his head as he watched you, unbelieving. You were really doing this. “Please don’t leave me.” Harry was crying now and the desperation in his voice made you pause.

You calmly walked over to him and ever so gently kissed his cheek, “I’ll always love you.” You whispered, barely keeping your composure.

He turned his head, pressing your foreheads together, mixing your tears with his own. “You’re the only one.” He choked out and you both shook with sobs, neither one wanting to let go. You let go first.

And so he watched you go and walked back into the empty house, prepared a meal for one, turned on your favorite TV show out of habit before turning it off and sitting in silence.

Weeks had passed, but your ghost still floated around.

He wondered if you’d ever leave him alone… he wondered if he even wanted you to.

anonymous asked:

7, Grayson girlfriend to him please

“In my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.” Grayson gave you a sheepish smile and you glared at him through the thick blob of milkshake that had stuck itself to your eyelashes.

He reached a hand forward, flicking the disgusting piece off your cheek and looking at the camera.

“So,” he sighed, laughing nervously. “I may have accidentally forgot to close the lid of the mixer, and as you can see Y/N got it everywhere.”

You held your glare, shaking your head as you turned to the camera. You had been filming a smoothie challenge with Grayson, having the bad luck to get all the disgusting stuff that you had prayed that you wouldn’t get.

He had been overjoyed at your devastated face, getting the sweet, good stuff for himself. But, being the clutz that he is, he had forgotten to place the lid over the mixer and it had splattered all over the surface of the kitchen, landing on your hair, face and the front of your body.

And you thought that the worst thing was to drink the smoothie, not wear it. But you were so wrong.

“I feel a bit sad,” you began and stood up. Grayson looked at you, face contorting into confusion as you neared him. “I think I need a hug.”

“No! Y/N, no!” He shot up off his chair, but not fast enough.

You secured your arms around his body, smearing him in the process, making him groan in protest. You laughed out loud as he squirmed, thinking that he deserved it.

bigbrowneyesthickbrownthighs  asked:

“are you stupid or stupid?” || “bitch better have my money.” || “great. perfect. nice. fuck this.” || “i said i love you.” || “pipe the fuck down, asshole.” ––– do all the shallura pls & thx (--camillacollinsfanclub)

A billion years late with a tiny blurb for you! 

(main/writing blog @pensversusswords)

“Great. Perfect. Nice. Fuck this.” 

Shiro’s head snaps up at Allura’s voice; there’s something almost surreal about her regal, normally calm and collected voice bursting forth with an Earth curse word. His immediate thought is that it’s Lance’s doing. It has Lance written all over it. 

He doesn’t really have time to consider it much, because Allura is striding towards him, her face set with determination. 

“Um, Princess?” 

She comes to a halt right in front of Shiro, who lets out an embarrassing noise of surprise when Allura reaches up and presses her hands onto either side of Shiro’s face, peering up at him with an intensity that he feels all the way down to his toes. 

“I have had enough of this,” Allura says. Shiro wonders how sensitive Altean senses are, because there’s a high possibility that Allura can hear his heart trying to beat out of his chest. 

“Enough of–”

“Dancing around each other,” Allura clarifies. “I have never been one for games, Shiro. Do you like me?”

“I– of course I like you, you’re our leader and my friend–”

Allura shakes her head sharply. Her hands press more insistently against his cheeks. “Shiro.” She says his name like it’s the most important thing in the entire universe in that moment, voice dropping a bit in volume as she leans in close, but not losing an ounce of her intensity. “Do you like me?”

Shiro blinks at her, swallows thickly. His throat is so, so dry. 

He clears his throat, draws in a shaky breath. “Yes,” he says. “I do.”

Allura nods jerkily. Shiro’s heart is going absolutely wild. “And I, you,” she says, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “May I kiss you?” 

Instead of answering, Shiro sucks in a deep breath and leans down, his hands finding a place on her hips, kisses her like he’s wanted to since the first time he saw her. 


it don’t work like that, abandon everything you used to know // i can’t learn from your mistakes, i gotta make them on my own // all the hurt you wanna save, what’ll make me who i am // loyal friend and thoughtful lover, won’t take shit from any man // see, i know life isn’t fair or free // never turn your back on family // and even though you love me, let me be.

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Dress (Sugar daddy!Calum smut)

Summary: You wear a dress guaranteed to send Calum up the wall (okay pls I can’t do summaries but it’s sugar daddy and they fuck and ahhHH hot stuff!)

Word Count: 4.8k (SO LONG OH MY GOD)

Warnings: There’s three sections of smut! Yes, three! Also daddy kink and bondage ;)

A/N: Jfc you have no idea how much effort I’ve put into this! I really hope you like it, I think it’s pretty good, if I do say so myself <3

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For my CEO!5sos blurb night with @felicityash and @pretendtobepunkrock!

Crisp shirts. Sparkling cufflinks. Neat sheets. 

Just some of the many things that spring to mind when you think of him. 

Calum Hood, CEO of Hood Incorporations, hasn’t left your mind ever since you met to discuss a partnership deal. Your father owns a business similar to Calum’s and you, his devoted daughter, handle some of the more day-to-day tasks, including meeting with the extremely attractive business partner.

From the start you knew Calum was different. Maybe it was the elegance in which he operated, the silky smoothness embedded in his voice. 

Or, perhaps, it was the fact that he’d had you spread across his desk within ten minutes of your first encounter. 

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#Chaptered Stories - 
Out of Bounds
Too Far From Texas

#Blurbs/One Shots/Drabbles -

Backstage // Your Turn
First Touch // First Time
Slave 4 U // Slave 4 U 2
Making His Mark // Claiming His Territory
Fratboy Harry
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
part 7
part 8
part 9
part 10
part 1
part 2
part 3

A Little Help
The Doctor and Mr. Styles
Wedding Night
This One Time At Camp
Toy Story
Tied Up
Birthday Girl
Tension Release
Get Mad
The Cabin
Fashions Fade, Style Is Eternal
All For You
Little Black Dress
In Your Dreams
Plenty Of Time
Truth Or Dare
Up In Hotel Rooms
Just For The Record
I Miss You
Rooms on Fire (The Morning After)
The Opera
Back For You
What’s It Like
The Lucky One
Too Long
We’re Gonna Have A Baby
This Is Me You’re Talking To

Chicken Soup
I Have Something To Tell You
I’ll Take Care Of You
The One Where Harry Tries To Win You Back
Drunk Me Is Like Regular Me
Bad Dream
What If It Stinks?
I Swear I’m Not Scared
Happy Place
You’re Never This Quiet
You’ve Gone To The Bathroom Fifty Times Today
You Said You’d Never Leave
Show Me Your Texts Or It’s Over
My Home
A Night Out With Harry
Pumpkins & Princesses
The Lilac Jumper
Seven-Tiered Cake: The Interview
Meeting Harry Styles
What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? (A Short Story)
Kiss Me Kiss Me

We’re Not Fine

Harry’s POV:
Lyrics and Melodies // Part 2: AM
The House Sitter
Victoria’s Secret
Best Friends
Anniversary Pancakes

I Could Totally Fight You With My Bare Hands
Magic Kingdom

*please let me know if any of the links are broken

Through Their Eyes - One Shot

Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx

Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother thinks he is and you are, too.

 Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.

 He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves you.

It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship, because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show you how good he’d be for you and to you.

 None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.

 You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his veins.

 You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to the hip that’s been his pillow.

And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.

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anonymous asked:

Please write 11 with Ethan and girlfriend reader x

“It’s sticky.” Ethan complained and you rolled your eyes.

“Of course it’s sticky, Ethan. It’s muffin batter.” You giggled at his scrunched up nose. “You’re not supposed to eat that.”

He poked a finger into the batter, ignoring you as he slipped said finger into his mouth with a hum.

“It tastes so good.” He sighed, letting go of his finger with a pop and you looked at him in a daze. “What?”

You couldn’t stop staring at his mouth, sticking your own finger into the batter before holding it up to him. He grinned, closing his lips around your dainty finger and licking up the batter.

“Mmm, even better,” He hummed, making something in your stomach twist.

Your boyfriend was such a tease.

Master List

These one shots/blurbs are from my main blog (@harrysbunshun). I created a separate writing blog after deleting all my original content due to others stealing my work and reposting it as theirs 😞I hope that you guys enjoy my work, new and old, as much as you did before xx

Here’s a little key to go by:

* Daddy!Kink

+ AU Plot

^ Friends/Acquaintances

- Sub!Harry/Pain!Kink

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50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does: A List

1. He requests exactly four kisses before bed.

2. He drums on your shins while you rest your legs in his lap.

3. He calls your mom and dad by Mr. and Mrs., no matter how many times they’ve told him not to.

4. He says, “I should’ve gotten what you got.” every time you go out to eat and then demands half of your plate in trade for half of his.

5. He gets drunk and orders things like a pound of unrefined shea butter through one-click AmazonPrime.

6. He uses your body wash in the shower because, “’t smells nice. Like a field of daisies.”

7. He swerves in the car because he gets distracted by a dog on a walk or a baby in a stroller.

8. He says, “You too!” and giggles knowingly when the ticket-taker at the cinema says, “Enjoy your show!”

9. He pinches your bum whenever he walks by, just to hear you squeal.

10. He asks you to pronounce “aluminium” over and over again because you say it so weird and it makes him smile.

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So this is something I’ve been working on over the weekend. It’s dirty so if you don’t like spanking and dirty talk, this isn’t for you.

WARNING: Mature content

You were being ignored and you were also extremely horny and needy which didn’t go good together. Harry was in the home office doing god knows what and you had barely seen him all day apart from the quick breakfast together this morning and then he had locked himself in those four walls. You had agreed with yourself to give him time to do what he needed and then you would interrupt after a couple hours. You had given him plenty of extra time to deal with business and now you were just growing increasingly impatient by the second. You had checked your emails, read a book, cooked- everything you could think of but nothing could take your mind off the throbbing discomfort between your legs.

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You Could Have

As promised – not Kansas City OTRA, but very much inspired by it. I’ve had this as a WIP since April or so, so it’s nice to have it out. That said: I’M NERVOUS AS ALL GET OUT cause they kind of… are… there’s a crude topic in this. They’re just having a go at each other, though. ACK *flips tables* Enjoy, everybody, I’m gonna hide now. x

It’s the last song when security finds you and escorts you from your seat and through the crowd. You’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to see the show finish, but knots of excitement are twisting in your belly as you are herded past barricades where no one else is allowed to go. Music and fireworks, almost obnoxiously loud, are muffled backstage, and you hear voices, familiar by this point and one more so than the rest, saying earnest goodnights and wishes of love and safe returns home to the crowd that so worships them. Preparation to tear down and packup equipment has already started around you, and you pause in the wings, shaking your head when security tries to usher you to move.

He’ll be there. He’ll find you.

Sure enough, he’s all legs and hair when he appears at last, leaping over a thick wire before it can catch his boot and twist his ankle. He’s got a towel in his hand, but it’s useless on his long, wet, curly hair. He’s all but drenched from head to toe, with most of his grey t-shirt stained with sweat and clinging to his body, and while the heat is mainly to blame for that, the water he’d been spitting and throwing hadn’t helped (although, it had probably cooled him off).

He’s tanner than you remember him being last, but that’s what months of outdoor shows and sightseeing on off days will do to him. The muscles on his slick arms look just a little bigger and more defined, too, and even the most casual twist or bend of his heavily tattooed left arm makes ink practically jump every time.

His eyes, though, are most striking, and they’re only for you as he continues his beeline in your direction.

“You’re soaked, love,” he teases you through a cheeky grin and popping dimples with a voice like honey and sandpaper.

You won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his double-entendre.

“Some twat kept spitting water at me the whole night,” you inform him, opening your arms for him.

Harry grins wider – a cocky, satisfied grin. “Yeah?” His hand slides possessively around your waist for the first time in ages and you fold your hands behing his neck. “Tell me his name an’ I’ll get him.”

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“I don’t know how you get yourself into these situations.” Ethan sighed, holding your hair back as you once again leaned over the toilet bowl, retching. He winced, stroking your shaking back with his other hand.

“I do, it’s called alcohol.” You said, sitting back with a small groan. “Why did you let me drink so much?”

Ethan gave you an amused smile, pushing himself up off of the tiled floor to fill your glass of water, flushing the toilet in the process with a hidden grimace.

“Because it was your birthday and you look so cute when you’re drunk.” Ethan explained simply making you narrow your eyes at him.

You leaned back against the wall, acccepting the glass of water and sipping on it, sloshing it around in your mouth before spitting it out into the toilet.

“It was fun, actually,” he said with a laugh and then he paused when he caught your glare. “Aw, babe, come on. You had fun, I had fun, it was worth it.”

You snorted at his words.

“Says the guy who barely drank anything and isn’t nursing a killer hangover.” You said, standing up to brush your teeth thoroughly.

When you were done, Ethan lead you over to his bed, tucking you in with a soft smile. He stroked your hair with his hand, kissing your forehead.

“You look so beautiful.” He said and you huffed.

“I look like death and probably smell like vomit.” You said, yawning and snuggling further into the pillow.

“You’re still the most beautiful girl in the world to me.”


For the following request: “Could you please do a blurb where harry and the reader get into an argument?” 

This one is rather long, and angsty… Hope you all enjoy :) x

“What do you mean you can’t come? We’re in the bridal party, Harry..” you trail off meekly, staring at him with wide eyes over the top of your laptop.

He’s leaning against the doorway of your shared room with his arms crossed against the chest of the white t shirt he has on, tattooed arms glowing in the light of the sunset that’s streaming through the parted curtains, “Christ, love.. I kno’. But there’s nothin’ I can do… yeh kno’ I’d be there if I could.”

You blink at him in disbelief over your screen before you lower it to a close, sitting up on the bed and curling your legs towards you as you set the computer aside. You’re at a loss for words and the silence in between you two is deafening. He’s talking about missing your sister’s wedding this weekend, a wedding that has been planned months in advance.

“Say somethin,” he commands with a rasping voice, causing you to look up at him from your shocked reviere.

“Can’t you talk to Jeff? Harry everyone’s expecting us…” you try again with a weak voice, tilting your head at him. All your extended relatives were excited to meet Harry, but most especially your grandparents.

He sighs deeply and pushes off the doorway, making his way towards you and sitting on the bed next to you. He covers your knee with a hand, giving it a loving squeeze as he looks you carefully in the eye, “Tried, my love. S’just something ‘ve got t’do. S’fo m’job innit?”

His last statement makes the dropping sense of disappointment in your stomach pause for a moment.  He has a point. In all your time with Harry, you hadn’t often resented his career. It was a lot to handle, yes. From the hate, to the never ending flashes of cameras, to the overwhelming feeling of him being gone time and time again. His career was something he worked so hard for  and he made you so proud.  He handled as much as he personally could with charm and a careful heart, and even if you weren’t dating him- you know you’d admire him. Especially with his upcoming album, one that he’s worked so tirelessly for, one that you had convinced him was golden time and time again, you know this last minute nuisance of a event is crucial. And although the overwhelming part of you wants to throw a fit, you know you won’t.

His eyes are sincere and his brows are furrowed as he watches every inch of your face closely. You can tell he feels guilty, and you shake your head boldly before clearing your throat, “Y-yeah You’re right. It’s okay, Harry.”

Harry sighs with relief, giving you a boyish grin before he leans forward and presses a puckering kiss to your cheek in appreciation, “S’my girl. Knew yeh would understand fo’ me.”

That had been 4 days ago, and you thought you would understand. Because you had time and time again, but now, sitting with your hair pinned up in two dozen different places and aching feet to accompany your sour mood- you think otherwise. It had been a succession of events that had led you to feeling so… damn sorry for yourself. From your cousin having to step in to accompany you in the bridal festivities, to answering the question of Harry’s whereabouts from countless relatives, to Harry not even sending you a text throughout the day, and to now- watching the couples of all types dancing away: daddy/daughter, bride and groom, old aunts and uncles, and your parents. You feel completely alone in a room full of people, and slightly humiliated too.

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GOT7 as Tourists
  • Jaebum: stressed tourist dad that just wants to lay down on the hotel floor and pass out after the kid behind him wouldn't stop kicking hiS DAMN SEAT ON THE PLANE (its probably yugyeom)
  • Mark: falls asleep at the beach but forgets that suntan lotion is a thing and ends up with the worst sunburn ever. maknae line will not stop slapping his sunburn because "hyung, it's just SO funny"
  • Jackson: spends the 6 hour flight trying to learn an entirely new language. uses a really broken version of said language on literally ANYONE he passes. most likely offends the locals but gosh he's just so charming they can't stay upset
  • Jinyoung: extensively researches where he's traveling to. probably wears a dad cap and a fanny pack full of emergency supplies. plans too many excursions and now has a surfboarding lesson and a mountain hike at the same time
  • Youngjae: will stop at every street vendor and buy something from each because he can't say no to the nice people making him buy a snack, a crappy t shirt,- wait did he just buy a timeshare on an island?
  • Bambam: spent so much time planning out his day to day wardrobe that he forgot the amenities like a tooth brush and socks. promptly rushes to the nearest store. takes like thirty pictures of the local culture on his way there to post on sns later
  • Yugyeom: seems like the type to stray from the tour group because he saw a butterfly or something. looks up and the tour group is already back on the bus about to leave without him. cue the frantic running
dating jonathan byers would include:
  • walks in the woods and talking about the most trivial things to the most absurd like aliens or other worlds out there in the universe
  • cuddles in private because he always feels shy when you suddenly hug him in public but that’s also one of his favorite things
  • hanging out at his room not really doing anything important, just listening to music while he sorts his photos and you singing along or just laying in bed enjoying the comfortable silence
  • you making him DIY stuff like cards or crocheted scarf because he doesn’t like it when you spend money on him
  • you still buying him gifts along with the DIY’s because he’s just so cute when he’s flustered
  • him trying to be mad at you but he can’t because you use the puppy eyes on him and he just really really loves you
  • him being guilty of doing the exact same thing, buying you gifts from the extra money he has because he loves it when he sees you getting excited over buttons or flowers or cool papers
  • you hugging him to death because you appreciate this man child baby so much who is so handsome when he smiles and when his eyes crinkle
  • him making a scrapbook for you for your 1st anniversary
  • you also making a scrapbook for him
  • laughing because you two are so alike 
  • you being included in family pictures
  • joyce treating you like a daughter and both of you trying to cook something nice for jonathan but failing miserably and jonathan ends up cooking for you guys because he loves seeing his girls smile
  • you and will singing in the top of your lungs while waiting for jonathan to come home and you really enjoy the times you spend with will because he’s so cute and he and his friends are cool
  • and you fitting in perfectly with the dynamics of the byers’ family
  • you just being so in love with him and his family that you’d do anything for them
  • him loving you so much that just the thought of you makes his day


my new blog is @calsdream ! you should go follow me there instead since this blog isn’t going to be that much active anymore. i will be posting everything on @calsdream


Christmas In College

Christmas Calendar 2016 » December the 20th:
Epilogue: Oversized Hockey Shirt - Christmas In College

A/N: Isn’t this exciting! I asked you which cancelled series you wanted back and this was the most requested one so here’s the final part of Oversized Hockey Shirt! You can find part 1 here and part 2 here and I really hope you enjoy this! Consider it an early Christmas present from moi :-) x

Pairing: Y/N/Bestfriend!Roommate!Hockey!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Words: 8.000+

Summary: When Luke gets challenged by his other hockey teammates to fuck a cheerleader after getting the title as captain of the team he tries his best to push away his feelings for his best friend and dorm roommate Y/N. But when Y/N finds out Luke’s plan at Calum’s Christmas party things change completely.

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