#lpblurb

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hush/liam please? :)

"Babe," Liam said, brushing your hair out of your face. "Baby, I need you to breathe for me. A deep breath." He asked softly. You struggled to do so, but you could already feel your heart start to slow as you looked into his calm eyes. Liam rubbed his hand over your arm and kissed your forehead. You let out a breath and squeeze Liam’s hand. "There’s my girl." He smiled. Liam nuzzled your neck, pressing a few soft kisses there. "Thank you." You told him quietly. "Anytime, love."

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Undress- liam

You didn’t mean to stare. It felt a little wrong, because he didn’t know that you were awake. But it didn’t stop you from watching your boyfriend peel his shirt over his head and let it land on the floor. His back muscles flexing as he lowered his arms. You bit your lip as he slid his shorts down, stepping out of them carelessly. It was unbelievably appealing to watch Liam touch his own skin. The careless rub of his neck or the way he ran his hand over his chest when he yawned. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, just about to tug them down when he said, “Enjoying the show, love?” You quickly threw the blanket over your blushing face, and tried to ignore both the sound of your heart thudding and Liam’s muffled laughter. Eventually, he tugged the blanket away from your face and kissed your cheek. “If you wanted a strip tease, you just had to ask.” Liam winked. You groaned and rolled your eyes. “I don’t want a strip tease. I was just..” You found yourself at a loss for words. “Watching me strip?” Liam supplied, his face still set in a wide grin. You nodded, your cheeks still warm with pink. “Well, my little peeping tom, I think it’s time you return the favor.” He suggested, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. You raised your eyebrow in question at Liam. “Strip.”

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♬ Liam please :))

"I know that we are upside down. So hold your tongue and hear me out. I know that we were made to break, so what, I don’t mind."

Both of you were breathless from yelling. Liam’s face was flushed as you glared at each other from across the room. “Just hear me out, Liam.” You demanded, hands clenching at your side. Liam pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing. “What else is there to say?” You blinked back the tears that were desperately trying to escape to your cheeks. You should have known better. You guys were made to break, and so now here the two of you stood. Broken. You hadn’t expected it to hurt so much, the pang of heartbreak so heavy in your chest. You should never have asked him to stay that first night. But you did, and things had only spiraled out of control since. But as much as you hurt and the hole in your chest ached, you couldn’t regret him. Staring into Liam’s eyes, who were desperately searching yours, you prayed that he didn’t regret you either.   

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"Did you see that up there?" with Liam :)

Liam could hear you yell all the way from the kitchen. He left his unattended bowl of cereal and jogged up the stairs to where you stood in the doorway of the bathroom, curling iron still tangled in your hair. “Do you see that up there?” You asked, pointing at the corner of the ceiling. Liam looked up to see a small black spider, no bigger than a nickel. “That was the cause of your scream? I thought there was a serial killer.” Liam laughed. You rolled your eyes and point at it again. “Will you just kill it please?” Liam frowns at you, then the spider, you, the spider. “I don’t want to.” He says. “Liam,” You whine. “You raced up here to take down a serial killer, but you won’t kill the spider in our bathroom?” Liam shrugged, grinning at you. “Doesn’t sound like my problem.” You slap his arm lightly, mumbling, “This was a part of the boyfriend contract.” Liam chuckled and wrapped his arm around you. “I suppose a spider isn’t as bad as a serial killer. But it’s a close call.” Letting your hair fall from the curling iron, you kiss his cheek. “Thank you. You’re my hero.”

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Can you write a blurb about you and Liam getting into a fight because he continues to smoke even though you hate it and it makes you upset bc you're worried about the health concerns so you get in a huge fight

"Liam, at least try to see where I’m coming from!" You yelled, exasperated that you guys were having this conversation yet again. Liam rolled his eyes and continued to pace in your living room. "It’s not your choice," He reminded you through clenched teeth. "I know it’s not. God knows I’m not trying to live your life for you, but, honestly, can you blame me for wanting what’s best for you?" You tried to explain, laying your face in the palm of your hands. "It’s a cigarette, not a bomb or something.” Liam argued. You roll your eyes. “It may as well be. Just as likely to kill you.” You sneered. Liam paused in his pacing to look over at you. “That’s what you’re so damn concerned about. Christ.” He said, like he was finally understanding. But it was too late, your coat was in your hands. “I’m glad you’re seeing the light, Liam, but I’ve had this argument one too many times.” You said, walking towards the door.

Liam found you a couple hours later, coffee cup in one hand and your cellphone in the other. He sat across from you at the table. “Hi,” He mumbled, not looking up at you. You glanced at him before looking back at your phone. “Ten missed calls,” You say. “It’s almost like you love me.” Liam winces at your words. “You know I love you.” He whispers. You look into his wide brown eyes. “You sure have a funny way of showing it.” Liam rubs at his face. “I don’t think that was either one of our shining moments.” He agrees. Taking his hand in your own, you say. “I love you. So damn much Liam. You have taken up my whole life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But every damn cigarette is taking a little piece of you from me.” You say softly, tears blurring your vision. You wipe at them half-heartedly. “I can’t bear the thought of losing you.” You breathed. And when you looked up at him, you could see that he finally understood.

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"No, I will not give your shirt back!" with Liam :)

Liam’s hand was warm on your hip as you woke up in the morning. You yawned and stretched before rolling over and snuggling into his arms. Liam stirred and kissed your forehead sleepily, mumbling something about bacon. You laugh quietly and kiss his neck gently. Liam hummed and opened his eyes to glance at you. You poked his nose, which he scrunched in response. “Morning,” You chuckled. Liam frowned and ducked his head against your chest. “Can’t be morning yet,” He said, nuzzling his face into the soft t-shirt you wore. After a moment, he held the hem of the shirt and glanced up at you. “Is this mine?” Your eyes widened as you quickly shoved him off and got out of the bed. You shrugged your shoulders as you walked to the door. “I think I’m gonna make some breakfast.” You called over your shoulder. “No, that’s definitely mine. And that is not one of the shirts I gave you to sleep in.” His voice followed you down the hallway. “That shirt is from like two years ago, babe. Do you know how hard I looked for that?” You grinned and turned around. “Obviously not hard enough.” You joked. “I want it back.” He said, hands on his hips. “No.” You replied, sticking your tongue out at him. “Yes.” Liam argued, trying to look intimidating but ultimately failing as he smiled. “No, I will not give your shirt back.” You continued. “But I will cook you bacon.” Liam stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek. “I like bacon.” You nod and rub his back. With a sigh, Liam kisses your cheek before walking towards the kitchen. “Looks better on you anyways.”