#adventblurbs

[vashstampedes]

all of you had been a little reluctant to go out. there’s a thin layer of snow all over everything and it’s still freezing, so snuggling up under three blankets and binge watching your favourite show sounded a lot better than trudging around the local christmas market. luke had insisted though, and it’s near impossible to say no to that face, and so you found yourself surrounded by your friends wandering around the dark streets. you had to admit, i’s kind of beautiful, though you’re focusing more on your boyfriend than anything else. luke’s got his fingers threaded through yours, his cheeks rosy and the fairy lights strung up making his eyes sparkle as he drags you from stall to stall, grinning from ear to ear and accidentally buying way too much stuff because he’s so into everything about this. by the end of it, even though he won’t stop putting cold fingertips on your skin to try and warm them up, you’re sure there’s nowhere else you’d rather be; not even tucked up under a blanket at home. 

day 8 of my blurb advent calendar

[vashstampedes]

a lump of snow hits you square in the back of the neck and you cringe, shuddering as it melts on your skin and trickles down your back. calum’s laugh comes from somewhere behind you and you have a hard time keeping a straight face as you turn around to face him with your arms crossed, trying to fake mad. he’s all bundled up in layers and a beanie, shaking snow off of gloved hands and pink cheeks scrunched up with the size of his smile. the two of you are supposed to be hanging lights on the front of the house but clearly he’d grown bored of that, and as you open your mouth to ask just what he thinks he’s doing another snowball hits you in the arm. with a shriek that’s half amused and half offended you drop the lights you’re holding and dive to the ground, scooping up a bunch of snow for yourself and chucking it in his direction. before you know it you’re both drenched with melted snow, flakes of it caught in your hair and your teeth chattering. calum holds his hands up in surrender and steps closer to you, grin still in place even as he’s shivering, and wraps his arms around your waist, that little bit of extra body heat like heaven. “we should go inside,” he murmurs, still smiling. you pout and mumble something about the lights, but he just rolls his eyes fondly and tugs you towards the door. “c’mon, babe. i know the perfect way to warm up.”

day 7 of my blurb advent calendar

[vashstampedes]

snuggling up with ashton on the floor by the fire, both of you in dorky christmas jumpers with some ridiculous ugly pattern on them and wrapped up in a blanket, gazing up at the tv as christmas movies play one after the other like you’re five years old. it’s been snowing heavily all day so you’d decided to just stay in, put the fire on and have a lazy day, and, falling asleep on his shoulder with his arm around your waist and the room slowly darkening around you, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be

day 5 of my blurb advent calendar