#Larry drabble

[lunarheslwt]

Lose myself between your legs

Written by @lunarheslwt for kinktober 2024

“Can you tell how wet I am,” Harry asked breathily, skirt pushed so high it left little to the imagination. If Louis looked over for more than three seconds, he’d have to pull over. “All from a little touching, pup?” “All from you touching me,” Harry sighed, head thrown back against the seat, “while I look nice and pretty just for you.” “You’re dressed up just for me? Showing off for me?” “Mhhmm,” Harry said with a little moan. “‘S all for you. Wet all just for you…want you to feel how my tights are soaked, and it’s …it’s all for you.” “Jesus fucking Christ.” Louis was gonna die. Or, Louis has a thing for Harry’s thighs, especially Harry’s thighs in tights. Written for day 7 of kinktober, prompt: intercrural sex, slick kink.

2.3k / PWP ficlet / alpha L, omega H / prompt: intercrural sex, slick kink / moodboard by me, all pictures belong to original creators and owners

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[enchantedlandcoffee]

My Other Half

"Hey babes," Louis yawned as he settled into bed, phone pressed against his ear.

"Hey, hun. How's your day been?"

"Good, 't was good." Louis whispered, "the interview went quite well and then we were chilling for the rest of the afternoon."

"That's nice," Harry breathed, a rustling sound filling Louis' ear.

"You in bed still, Haz?"

"Yeah, I set an alarm so I could call you before you went to sleep," Harry yawned as Louis sunk further into the pillows.

"You should get some rest, love. You need your to save your energy for your next show."

"Only four more to go, Lou." Harry whispered, relief evident in his voice. "Four more to go and then I'm free."

"You got this, love." Louis stated, letting the love for Harry show in his tone.

They laid there for a bit, just listening to the other one breathe.

"Lou?" Harry asked, his voice heavy with sleep.

"Yes, love."

"Am I really your other half?"

"You are, Haz. In this universe and every other one."

--

For @babyhoneyheslt

[theeliampayne]

Not really a prompt… more of a quote but “can you smoke anywhere else?” 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Harry had been sitting in the little diner for a while now, just trying to get some work done. It was a small place, and not very busy at all. It was his usual hangout spot, but he was getting a little annoyed at this point. There was another man sitting in a booth, smoking a cigarette. Normally, Harry wouldn't have anything against someone smoking, but it bothered him when it was in a closed space like this. The guy was pretty distracting, anyway, with his blue eyes and confident look.

After thinking it over for a while, Harry closed his laptop and stood up from his chair. He just stood there for a moment, trying to get a good look at the man. He eventually walked up to him, a bit of an annoyed look on his face.

"Excuse me," he started, and cleared his throat. The man looked over at him with a raised brow, still holding the cigarette. "What's up, mate?" He asked casually, pulling the cigarette back up to his lips.

"Not to be rude, but.. Could you smoke anywhere else?" Harry didn't mean to come across as so harsh with it, but he couldn't help it. He was a little annoyed, even if the guy seemed fairly friendly. He was admittedly incredibly good-looking, too, which didn't really help much other than making Harry a bit more awkward with things.

"What?" The guy looked a bit surprised with how sudden the question came from Harry. He moved the cigarette away from his lips again, a little taken aback by Harry's question.

"Sorry, that- that sounded rude, didn't it?" Harry gave him an apologetic look. "I didn't mean it like that. I just- do you mind going outside to smoke? It's a bit.. distracting?" Harry wasn't sure of the words himself, so it came out more of a question. "Sorry, again, for how rude that sounded," he chuckled a bit awkwardly.

Despite Harry's previous words, the man had an amused grin on his face. "It's good, mate," he chuckled. "I can go outside if it bothers you. I don't mind, really."

"Oh. Really?" Harry was surprised by how willing the man had been. He wasn't expecting that. "Um, thank you, then. That- that's really nice of you."

The man laughed a bit, and nodded. "It's no problem. I'm Louis, by the way."

Harry gave him a smile, and nodded. "I'm Harry. It's nice to meet you, Louis. Maybe.. maybe we'll see each other around sometime?"

Louis chuckled a bit, and nodded, returning the smile. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Wouldn't complain about seeing more of you, for sure."

Harry blushed a bit, but the smile on his face only grew wider. "Yeah. Well, I'll see you around, Louis."

"Yeah, see you around, Harry. I'll be looking forward to it."

[babyhoneyheslt]

Drabble prompt for Larry: One of them listening to a song for the first time the other has written for him (your free choice), because there are hardly any fics about that and it's my weakness ;-)

Leaving Harry was always Louis’ biggest mistake and regret. At the time, he had thought it for the best. They were always arguing, always bickering and nothing seemed to be going right for them. And then of course the band broke up.

He will always remember the hurt and sadness on Harry’s face as the younger boy rushed out of the room. He will always remember the way Niall had been so cold to him ever since.

It’s been two years, and he hasn’t seen either of them since. And he doubts Harry would want to see him again, so he hasn’t bothered trying to get in contact.

The radio plays in the background as he sits writing his own songs. The voice of the one person he loves so much filling the air, and he stops and listens.

Same lips red, same eyes blue

Same white shirt, couple more tattoos

But it's not you and it's not me

Tastes so sweet, looks so real

Sounds like something that I used to feel

But I can't touch what I see

We're not who we used to be

We're not who we used to be

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

He had somehow forgotten Harry was releasing a solo album, and if the song is out now, then it must be out already. It’s clear as he listens that it’s about him, and it gives him hope. Turns out, Harry’s being interviewed by Nick Grimshaw, and there’s questions about the song being about Taylor Swift.

Hearing Harry’s voice singing and talking again makes Louis melt. Oh how he had missed that beautiful, deep voice. The next song, introduced as Sweet Creature plays, and Louis bites back tears.

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

Another song that’s clearly about him. He finds his phone, finding the number he still has in favourites, praying to a God he doesn’t really believe in that Harry hasn’t changed his number.

The dial tones ring multiple times, and Louis waits with bated breath as he expects it to go to answer machine.

“Hello?” The raspy voice fills his ears, and Louis breathes a sigh of relief. “Who is this?”

“Harry, it’s me. Louis.” He hears a small gasp, and he rushes in. “Please don’t hang up.”

“What do you want Louis?” He sounds harsher than he used to. Louis hasn’t realised that he maybe still feels hurt.

“I heard your songs on the radio and I wanted to tell you they’re good and that I-“ he stops himself. He wonders if Harry would even want to listen to him.

“And you what, Louis? I don’t have time to speak.” He can hear Harry rolling his eyes, and he can still hear pain in his voice. “Oh, and thank you.”!

“I still love you. I was wrong to leave you like I did.” Louis rushes out. “Please. Can we meet up? I need to see you.”

Harry thinks before answering. “Sure. I’ll text you when I’m free.”

Louis punches the air, he hadn’t expected him to agree.

“Oh and Louis?” Harry says. “I still love you, too.”

[surrowndedbylights]

God, I'm missing you and your addictive heart

Small Larry drabble I wrote for the end of HSLOT and their anticipated reunion. (also on ao3)

Enjoy!

Harry just finished his tour a few days ago. It had been going on for more than two years, and it was really exhausting for him. He adores traveling the world and seeing his fans and performing, but right now, it seems like the perfect time to finally get some rest and enjoy other things in life such as hobbies or spending time with his loved ones. Especially Louis.

"Hi, love," he greets him on the phone, unable to suppress a smile as soon as he hears his beloved husband again.

"Hi Haz! Where are you?" Louis is grinning too, Harry can hear it in his voice.

"I'm still in Italy. Will you come as soon as you're done with the American leg?"

"Of course, baby! I also have my festival in a month or so, so I would come anyway. You know how much I love Italy."

"Yeah, I do," Harry replies before saying goodbye and hanging up.

The only thing Louis can think about is how much he misses Harry. He has been touring for two months, and even before that, he couldn't see him because he was on the road as well. Now, however, after his last show in New York, he is determined to take the first plane to Italy.

It is an eight-somwthing hour flight, during which he can't take his mind off Harry. It's strange, like they fall in love all over again. Like they are still teenagers in their honeymoon phase. Its not that they ever stopped being insanely infatuated with each other, anyway.

Louis closes his eyes, imagining various scenarios about reuniting with Harry. He imagines jumping into his arms and kissing him and going around holding hands to see their favourite places in this beautiful country (always incognito, of course, in order to avoid any accidents). He is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize when he arrives.

By the time he gets out of the plane, there is a mob of fans trying to approach him to take some photos. He agrees and talks to them a bit as well until he remembers that Harry was waiting for him. He waves at them as he leaves, putting on a hat and his sunglasses to make him less recognizable before he calls Harry.

They agree to meet up at Harry's room half an hour later. When the man opens the door, Louis immediately hugs him tightly and proceeds to give him a firm kiss. He craved it for so long that it almost felt unreal.

They used to spend every minute of every day together, while they were in One Direction. Even after it, they would spend much time apart, but never for so long, and then there was the lockdown, where they were with each other all the time. When Harry started Love On Tour, however, everything became a little more difficult.

"I missed you so much," Louis notes truthfully after he pulls away.

"I missed you more." Harry leans into another kiss, and they stay like that all night. Well.... the rest you can imagine.

[lovebeatriceplz]

Hiii ! i wanted to know if you could make more Larry’s headcanons??? i love him so much help-

I've been meaning to do this forever but skl started and I'm rlly busy😭

My Larry Johnson headcanons pt. 3 🧚

General and dating

- Fast driver, turns those corners like it's nothing.

- Calls you up at very odd hours of the night/day. Doesn't actually have anything to say, he just wants you to talk to him.

- Enjoys comfortable silences.

- Obsessed with the feel of you, not even in a dirty way. He wants to be in your skin.

- Smells like pine needles and smoke (trust me he told me).

- Wiggles his finger in your ear when he wants you to pay attention to him.

- His humor is either eye watering, floor rolling, perfectly timed comedy or literal dad jokes, there's no in-between.

- Silent treatment does not work on him, you'll end up speaking very quickly.

- Snores like "honk shoo, honk shoo"

- Sensitive scalp, the second your hands are in his hair he's struggling to keep his eyes open.

- Teaches you (or tries to-) anything that he's good at/ interested in. So now you have basic knowledge on guitars, drums , painting, colour theory, video games and.... Hamilton??😧

- He was a theatre kid ok🙄.

- Listens to Mother Mother.

- His love languages are all of them, loves hard.

- Adores gifts, or anything that he receives from you. He's keeping it forever.

- Has ghosting phases, unfortunately. I doubt that they last long (like a day) but he always comes back around.

- Loves matching anything, clothes? Jewelry? Shoes?, he'll do it.

- Licks any part of you he can access then pretends like nothing happened.

- He wants to get close to anybody your close to, and wants to love anything that you love. It's one of the many ways he shows that he cares.

- Silly little guy <3

[glitterforashes]

𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐩 ; 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

>>> drabbles for the main sally face boysss, sal fisher, and larry johnson. sal’s is inspired by bubblegum by clairo, larry’s is inspired by east liberty by partnextdoor.

𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 —

mildly obsessed with the uncertainty of ghost hunting.

too curious for his own good. literally curious george. the curiosity that killed the cat.

laid-back, doesn’t give a damn about most things.

has a very deep voice for a teenager. sounds like a literal grown man.

sometimes you can’t tell if he’s even awake.

“sal? sally? sal??” he’s just staring into the void.

“what?” he had to sneeze. that’s why he paused and went radio silent for two minutes straight.

you spend most of your time in his room, curled up on his bed reading while he sits on his bean bag chair and plays video games.

sometimes turns around to make sure you’re still awake / doing okay.

one time you put a toy rat next to him. he nearly shit his pants when he noticed it.

“(y/n)?” “hm?” “you’re fuckin’ ugly.”

doesn’t mean it. apologizes right after. he thinks he’s so funny.

grew comfortable enough around you to lift up his mask far enough to eat.

whenever you sleep over, he’ll take off his mask once all the lights are off.

loves watching movies with you, especially when there’s snacks involved.

will listen to every sanity falls album over and over again with you.

you had been switching between reading, doing homework, and playing video games for close to five hours, well into the twilight era of the night. it was 10pm when you decided to start getting ready for bed, being as both of you had school in the morning. you showered as sal brushed his teeth and combed through his hair, then switched. sal showered as you did your skincare and brushed your teeth and put your hair up. you both fell into his bed after he switched the light off, taking your respective sides. you liked to sleep next to the wall for the purpose of putting your body against it if it got too hot, and sal liked sleeping closest to the door for emergency purposes. you wore his tshirt and boxers, and he wore boxers. you turned over to face him, propping your arm underneath your head. he laid with his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “sal?” “hm?” his gruff voice always soothed you in a strange way. “can i.. touch you?” you heard the movement of the sheets as he turned his head. even in the dark you could tell he was looking at you. “what?” “can i touch you? like, your face?” sal had never let you see his face up to this point. he preferred to keep it hidden, only sometimes letting you see his lips. he was silent. “you don’t have to.” “okay. you can.” you looked at where you assumed he was, breathing in deep. “are you sure?” “yeah.” he whispered. you slowly reached out, feeling out for where his face was. you found it, your fingertips pressing lightly against his cheeks. he flinched under your touch, a sharp inhale sounding through the little space you had between your bodies. “are you okay?” you whispered, starting to retract your hands. “yes. it’s fine.” you nodded, swallowing a lump in your throat that wouldn’t go away. you loved sal. you knew vaguely of his past and understood where the roots of his insecurity started, but societally accepted face or not, nothing would change your love for him. you gently ran your fingers over the expanse of his skin, feeling his lips and cheekbones, and the dips. the missing flesh, the scars. and you loved it. loved him, loved what made him so unique. you pulled your hands away slowly, grinning to yourself. you could hear the quiet sniffle. “sal? are you alright?” “do you think i’m.. gross?” he asked. your heart broke. you moved closer and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest. his arm slung over your body naturally, pulling you closer. “no, sally. i could never. you’re beautiful.” he turned his head, resting his face on your hair. you felt the very slight puckering of his lips as he kissed the crown of your head. “thank you.”

𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 —

his mom LOVES YOU. absolutely adores you. you two have girls nights all the time.

took you to the sanity falls concert tour for your birthday, kissed you in the rain, and took you home sopping wet. your dad wasn’t pleased.

“uh— we got caught in the rain, sir.” “i see that.”

apologized for weeks. it still makes you laugh.

smokes so much weed it’s a miracle he remembers his name.

“hey man, how’s my driving?” “…i think we’re parked, man.” vibes

you’re constantly sleeping over at his place, you have a drawer in his dresser dedicated to your belongings.

is very meticulous with his hair. has a hair care routine. refuses to cut it for any reason.

has painted you on multiple occasions. boudoir shoots happen often.

“paint me like one of your french girls.”

loves watching horror movies with you.

is surprisingly very gentle and sweet, especially when you’re upset. unless it’s with travis. fuck travis. all my homies hate travis.

“hey, girl. what’s the matter?”

holds you until you feel better and is very patient

listens to the sanity falls albums constantlyyy it drives you crazy.

“larry— stop. you’re gonna green out.” he exhaled a huge cloud of smoke directly into your face, smirking. “greening out is a make-believe concept made up by losers who can’t handle their marijuana.” you swear larry only knows big words when he’s high. when he’s sober, he has the articulation of the average seventh grader, but when he’s high he turns into fucking shakespeare and it’s crazy. specifically because if he’s high, there’s a good chance you’re high, and you won’t understand half the shit he says. the sound of the tardy bell rattled against your skull as it rung throughout the entire school, screaming at you and larry to get to class before the dean came hunting you down. you took one more big drag from the blunt you two had rolled during study hall before stamping it out and throwing it in the toilet, flushing the evidence. you two shuffled out of the tiny bathroom stall, looking at each other proudly. “sniff me.” you stepped closer and sniffed his shirt, him doing the same for you. “nah, i think we’re good.”

ya’ll were not good. both of you smelled absolutely rank, so it was truly no surprise when you ended up in the dean’s office, but it surprised you to see larry sitting in the office waiting area with a bloody nose. “oh, hey man.” you fist bumped him as you plopped into the chair next to him, manspreading the entire seat. “what happened to your face?” “fuckin’ travis wanted to run his mouth. kicked his ass, but when i turned around he clipped me in the nose. kicked his ass again, now i’m here.” “word.” you were so faded it was humorous. “what about you? what’d you do this time?” “ms. fat tits sent me out because i was ‘stinking up the room’ and if i ‘wanted to smoke pot and ruin my mind’ i needed to do it at home.” you cackled, larry joining in.

“is something funny?” the principal asked the both of you. you straightened up and held your breath, shaking your head no. you and larry looked at each other from the corner of your eyes simultaneously and you exploded with laughter. long story short you both got suspended for three days. did you give a fuck? hell no. hence why you were now in larry’s room in nothing but a sanity falls tshirt and underwear, rolling up another fat one. “you’re my favorite person, y’know that?” “(y/n), shut the fuck up.” he shook his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “you’re my favorite person too.”

[itslynzbitxh]

. °•★•°∵ the playlist sally face would make you ∵°•☆•° .

sally face x reader playlist

i love seeing these but i feel like most don’t include enough metal, so here’s a version with the some bands sal and larry canonically listen to (based on larry’s backpack).

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the first time sal heard this after he met you, he almost cried before quickly wiping his tears so that larry couldn’t see. this song reminds him of how lost he was until he met you. you truly are his better half.

this song makes him think about how intoxicating you are to him. you’re so beautiful and stunning to him. he loves every inch of you. he never quite feels like he’s good enough to deserve you, so he always finds subtle ways to ask you to reassure him.

this song reminds him of how you helped pull him out of a dark place. it reminds him of all the shit the both of you have been through. he would do it all again though if it meant being with you. he’d do anything for you in a heartbeat.

he loves screaming this in the car when he’s alone. he feels so passionately about you that it’s hard for him to put into words. his feelings for you make him feel like he could explode. “i won’t let this build up inside me” reminds him of the promise you two made to always communicate. so even when he struggles to put his thoughts and emotions into words (both good and bad), he still tries for you.

he learned this one on guitar for you. though he hated singing in front of you at first, he eventually worked up the courage. this song makes his heart swell with love for you, so he was a flustered mess when he first showed it to you, but your reassuring smile and adoring eyes quickly melted away his embarrassment.

every time things get tough in nockfell, sal asks you if you want to run away together. you always smile at him and roll your eyes, but he’s always serious. he’d drop everything for you if you asked him, but you care about him far too much to take him away from his friends and family.

he doesn’t believe in the afterlife, but this song makes him hope that it does exist just so that he will never have to be apart from you.

[kingsofeverything]

Nest: Harry wakes up first.

Tight: Louis comes homes early.

Carry: Baby bump.

Press: Louis asks for it.

Interference: Bottom of the ninth.

Drabbles for @wordplayfics 2024

[thedevilinmybrain]

The music outside of the bedroom isn't even that loud, just enough to trickle in around the door frame and muffle the conversations happening out in the party. Harry had only meant to come in to grab something out of his coat, can't even remember what it was now. Now that warm, tattooed hands are sliding under his skirt, familiar lips on his neck.

"Looking awfully pretty for someone who's been pouting all night," Louis chuckles, the tip of his nose cold as it presses just behind Harry's ear. He must have just come in from the balcony, the lingering scent of tobacco wafting around them.

"I'm not pouting," Harry reaches forward, curves his hands over the iron foot board, stares down at the pile of coats piled on top of the duvet.

"What's the matter, baby? Given the size of the rock on your hand, you'd think you'd be over the moon." Louis' nails drag lightly over the soft curve of Harry's thighs.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Harry doesn't have the strength to turn and meet Louis' eye, just shudders through a breath, eyes closing when teeth tug on his earlobe. "He's right outside."

"And yet," Louis smirks, steps forward to grind against Harry's ass. He's half hard, feels heady when he pulls Harry's skirt up higher. "You're in here with me while your fiance plays host to all your rich friends. Fancy that."

"Louis," Harry turns his head at that, bottom lip caught between his teeth for fear he may lean forward and do something reckless. He can barely make out Louis' face in the dark, just the gleam of the moonlight on his eyes, that arched eyebrow. "Please. He's a good man."

"I know, love. I know he is," Louis tucks a finger under Harry's jaw, bumps their noses together and he leans in to whisper his next words.

"But you don't want a good man, do you, little dove? No. Not you. You want something else. Something to get your heart racing. Someone a little more up to your level, hm? Worthy of it, someone who earned it." Louis pushes forward, kisses Harry hard enough it hurts, hard enough it lingers, leaves a mark that burns when Louis smirks again.

"You want me."

[lunarheslwt]

Mirror, mirror

Written by @lunarheslwt for kinktober 2024

A 100 word drabble ft some mirror sex. That's it. Written for day 6 of kinktober, prompt: mirror sex lol

100 words / PWP drabble / prompt: mirror sex / moodboard by me, all pictures belong to original creators and owners

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[enchantedlandcoffee]

Prompt - Person A is about to leave for work. Person B asks them if they've forgotten anything, and Person A gives them a kiss. Person B turns red and opens their hand to reveal Person A's keys/wallet/etc., saying 'I meant this, but thanks.'

“I’m off. Thanks for making breakfast, Lou!” He heard Harry call from the entryway, followed by a small groan indicating that he’d hit something. Louis chuckled to himself, walking towards the front door to find Harry toeing his shoes on and blindly grabbing for his coat. He leaned against the door frame for a minute, crossing his arms as he watched his flatmate fumble around. Once Harry had successfully gotten his shoes on and grabbed the right coat, he’d turned to face Louis fully, a confused expression taking over his face.

“Everything okay?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Louis asked, raising an eyebrow in question. 

“Shit, sorry Lou.” Harry apologised, before grabbing the shorter man’s face and pulling him in for a kiss. It was only a chaste one, barely lasting ten seconds but it took Louis’ breath away. 

“See you later, yeah?” Harry breathed, tugging his coat on and grabbing his scarf. 

Louis nodded and watched, slightly stunned, as Harry turned and opened the door. He quickly came to his senses, grabbing Harry by the arm before he could leave the flat. 

“Wait.”

When Harry turned to look at him again, Louis opened his hand, revealing the younger man’s keys that had been left on the kitchen table.

“I meant these,” Louis admitted, passing them over to Harry, “but thanks for the kiss?” 

Harry looked from him, to the keys, and then back at him again, mouth opening and closing in shock. Before Louis could say something to reassure him, well both of them, Harry was gone, the slamming of the door signalling his exit. 

Louis sighed, running his hands over his face as he took a moment to compose himself. 

“It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he reassured himself as he walked back to their kitchen, “It was just a goodbye kiss. That’s all. There’s nothing to worry about.” He had just entered the kitchen when he heard the front door open, slamming shut again a moment later.

“Harry?” Louis called out, turning towards the source of the noise. Before he could investigate further, Harry appeared in front of him, breathing heavily. Louis opened his mouth to say something, to brush off the awkwardness, but before he could get the words out Harry was kissing him again, hands framing Louis’ face. He froze for a moment, his mind taking a moment to catch up, before he was kissing Harry back, his arms making their way round Harry’s neck as hands travelled from his face to his hips, pulling him impossibly closer.

They pulled apart after a minute, leaning their foreheads together as both of them caught their breath. 

“Wow…”

“Yeah…” Louis agreed, pulling back so his hands were resting on Harry’s shoulders, Harry's hands still on Louis’ hips. He looked up, making eye contact with the taller boy before they both burst into laughter, Harry’s head falling to rest on Louis’ shoulder. Louis’ ran his fingers through Harry’s hair softly as they calmed down, the younger boy humming and bringing his hands higher up to pull Louis into a hug.

“Not that I’m complaining or anything…” Louis started, a hum of acknowledgement coming from the taller boy, “but what did I do to deserve that?”

Harry mumbled something into Louis’ shoulder, too quiet for Louis to make out.

“What was that, love?” He felt Harry sigh as the younger man pulled back slightly, his gaze averted from Louis’ face.

“I just wanted to kiss you,” Harry repeated, fiddling with the back of Louis’ top, “properly this time. Not like before.”

“I’m glad, Curly,” Louis grinned, pulling Harry down into another kiss, breaking it when the younger boy tried to deepen it. “As much as I would love to stand around all day kissing you, there are places we need to be.”

Harry groaned at Louis’ words, his head falling back on to Louis’ shoulder, pressing a small kiss to his neck.

“I do know, however, that we are both free tonight. What do you say, Curly? Fancy going on a date with me?” 

[theeliampayne]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Prompt from @enchantedlandcoffee

The street was empty and quiet as Harry and Louis walked together, steps synchronized. They were basically mirroring each other at this point, something they did more often than they'd like to admit. Their walk was nice - quiet, peaceful, just the two of them for once.

It was cold out, though - especially for spring.

Louis had been smart, and planned ahead, bringing his own pair of gloves. He was proud of it, too. Him thinking ahead was something that rarely happened, and this time, it worked out perfectly.

Harry hadn't been so lucky, though.

"Haz, you can take my gloves if you'd like," Louis offered, beginning to take off a glove.

Harry shook his head. "No, Lou. I'll be fine. They're your gloves. I could've brought my own - I should've done that. I just hadn't thought of it."

"Come on, Harry. It's bloody freezing out - I've been wearing these gloves for a while now, I'll be perfectly fine if you wear them for a bit. If you don't put them on soon, your hands will freeze. And that's definitely not something I'm willing to experience."

"I'm fine, Louis," Harry protested. "We'll be home in a bit, anyway."

Louis sighed and took off his gloves, holding them in his hands for a moment. "Look - I'll make a compromise. We put a glove on one hand each, and then we'll hold hands. Y'know, for warmth. Definitely."

Harry's cheeks flushed, but he nodded, and took the glove from Louis, putting it on his right hand. He smiled when Louis took his other hand in his, then kept going with the walk. "Thanks, Lou."

"Any time, love."

Maybe Harry could deal with the cold. He definitely could with Louis around, anyway.

[babyhoneyheslt]

Drabble idea - Louis and Harry babysitting for one of their friends. Louis leaves for a minute and comes back to find Harry with his hair in various styles

Harry and Louis were hardly ever asked to babysit Sarah and Mitch’s baby, Stefan. The couple trusted Harry with the three year old, it was Louis they didn’t trust. He was always too rambunctious, breaking their furniture, and it wasn’t his fault Stefan got lost in the park. He had always been good with kids, and everyone knew that. But after Stefan went missing and he had learnt some very colourful words, from which could only be learnt from Louis.

But today, after much begging Harry and Louis had been granted permission to look after the boy. And so far, so good.

“Louis!” Stefan claps. “Want biscuits?”

“What ones little Fella?” Louis asks. “Animal ones, or smiley ones?”

“Giraffes!” Stefan cheers, giving him a toothy grin. Louis ruffles his hair, standing up and he goes out the kitchen.

He pours the animal biscuits out, fishing out the giraffe biscuits and placing them on a piece of tissue. Walking back into the room, he sees Harry, sat on the floor in front of Stefan, the top part of his hair in a clip, a strand of hair sticking up, the side of his hair in a makeshift plait, and the other side all spiky.

“Look Louis! I a hairdresser.” The little boy rocks back and forth, brushing Harry’s hair.

“I see that.” Louis chuckles. “I brought you your biscuits.”

Stefan drops the brush, getting off the sofa and runs over, taking them off him and plopping onto Harry’s lap. Louis sits next to him with a smile.

“You look beatufiul, Haz.” He leans over kissing his cheek. “Maybe we should have a little ‘un of our own?”

[beebuzzt]

Larry Johnson drabble

i’m a slut for this man i stg

The lake was quiet, I could see the clouds clearly reflecting over the surface, however all they did was cast the lake a dark, dusty grey. The autumn air was bitter and it made my nose numb.

I exhaled another cloud of smoke in a sigh, pulling at my coat to cover me more as the wind picked up. My body was occupied with keeping itself warm, so all I could do was silently stare into the water.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, the beeping tone disturbing the calm and busting my ears. I already knew who had texted me.

1 New Message

Larry Longshaft

Omw now save me sum!!

I pinch the joint between my lips to reply.

ur too late

Of course I was teasing, I had waited until he finished at school to even start preparing it. Sharing is caring and all that.

1 New Message

Larry Longshaft

ur evil !!

“Yeah.” I smirked, replying to him out-loud before flipping my phone shut and sticking it my pocket. No need to respond when he’s already on his way.

Sparking the blunt again, I stared back out across the water, feeling myself begin to shiver. Eventually, I could hear his footsteps approach from behind.

“You okay?” Was the first thing he asked when he sat on the ground next to me. Taking one more drag, I passed the joint to Larry and shuffled closer, leaning against him. He radiated warmth, I could feel from my thigh resting slightly on his, and my head on his shoulder. It made me sink into him and relax. I couldn’t stop the sigh coming out of me if I wanted to. When his arm wrapped around my back, squishing me closer to him and holding me there tightly, nothing else mattered.

“Better.” I glanced up at him, smiling slightly under his own gaze.

Although my response was short, barely letting him gage how I actually felt, it was enough for his face to lift. His eyes felt brighter suddenly and I watched his lips form into his own little smile before etching into a full grin.

He dropped his head slightly, catching me in a sweet, long kiss. My face began to heat up, whether it was from him being so close or my own blood turning hot in my cheeks, I didn’t know. But that soft heat spread through my body gently, and I could feel my heart beating against my chest. It felt as if the wind wasn’t even there anymore.

Larry pulled away too soon, the bliss was still lingering behind my eyelids as I looked up again at him, the same smile staring back at me.

“Good.”

And I was warm again.

this is short and shit pls criticise me i wanna know how to be better (but also be nice or i’ll cry really really hard)

[isaacswhy]

getting crossfaded wit tgc⁉️

hear me out…

drabbling about this but this is a weekly occurrence in tgc household. thank you for this idea anon

getting cross'd with isaac is fun because weed makes him the quietest mf on earth but a drink gets him Hyper. crossed isaac is in a purgatory. he doesn't know what he wants but he will have fun with you, even if it's just playing mario kart on the floor and not talking. or at the gas station 3 am getting munchies.

nick gets SOOO passive aggressive and defensive, but strangely affectionate. will lay down on you and bitch at you if you try to bring it up. let him take his time. when he has the munchies he becomes a chef?? like he's in the kitchen cooking a full meal? if you're with him he will cook you a serving. hope it's edible (it's either amazing or dog food)

now tanner. my boy bigt. he is sleepy. crossed tanner is so fucking sleepy. like nick, he gets so lovey and physically affectionate but he does not care if you tell him to fuck off. he will drape himself over you and then fall the fuck asleep. has his munchies stashed in his room already (it's all candy)

blake. yumi. idk when he's crossed he's the most strangely normal. he's a loud drunk but he gets high too often that he seems generally normal, and it mellows out his drunk side. but he will get in on larry's conspiracy theories. big time munchies enjoyer. munchies overlord, though, try to touch his food and he will cut a bitch over it.

larry. good god watch out his crossfaded side is not for the lighthearted. he's loud as shit, but the weed gets him Thinking. he will just spew bullshit and jokes until the sun rises because that mf cannot turn his brain off. good luck! his munchies takes him out to eat, and he WILL bring you. will walk to the nearest cheap restaurant and pretend he's sober (he's so shit at it but they serve him anyways because he buys a Lot and tips Heavily)