#eskimo kisses band

[waugh-bao]

Keith and Charlie (intentionally) bumping noses during a bow (2003)

[pop-punklouis]

i could say…. so much….. about james corden. but one of the only good things i can say is that every single time one direction were on the show, it felt so genuinely them. so comfortably them. he was a familiar face that caused them to let their walls come down. carpool karaoke. the first guests on james show premiering in america. tattoo roulette. louis being a cat. the no control project. the first real interview done after zayn left. the dodgeball skit. the locke room scene. corden’s angels. niall’s james bond. all the memes that came from their sit-down interview and games. liam doing eskimo kisses with james. the denim jackets. the band singing history as one of their last performances before the hiatus. i remember how magical that time was. how many giggles there were during the last six months of the band being together. how much fun fans had with it.

one of the only things james corden did right was give this group space to really be themselves and exist outside of the media pressure and vicious stories that were revolving around them before they went on hiatus. it wasn’t work. it was play. and that resonated through the screen to every fan who watched those segments. it was just special.

[jadeddangel]

I saw that u write poly stuff and my mind was inspired, maybe u could write something where adam and lute comfort reader because something happened and even a bit suggestive if u want:))

EEEE IM SO HAPPY I INSPIRED YOU!!

Lute x reader x Adam

"It's gonna be ok, beautiful"

Warnings: None

Art isn't mine and belongs to @.D4gm4rs on twt

The bed was cold even though it seemed like Adam and lute had left hours ago ,although it had only been 30 minutes. It was your day off.. you had finally gotten a break from everything. You were tired of souls coming to you for help for all these things that you couldn't possibly help with. The worst part of all, though was there was this angel that wouldn't leave you alone, he had been pretty much stalking you. He was trying to get you to go on dates to try and get you to hang out with him.

You were hesitant to tell Adam and lute scared Adam would over react and that lute wouldn't leave your side; you can imagine how surprised you were when they just gave you some love and left for work. And so here you were, alone, still laying in bed, you just wanted to sleep and stay here forever..

You must've fallen asleep cause when you woke up it was almost dark. With a sigh, you got up, tugging out of the bedroom and going to the kitchen to get dinner ready. You paused seeing that there was already a bag of food on the counter.. it was your favorite, and it even had your favorite drink.. you heard the tv running in the living room. You smiled and walked to the living room seeing 2 familiar tuffs of brown and white grey hair. You reached over and covered Adam's eyes from behind him. "Guess who?" You snickered a bit. Adam hummed a bit. "Is itttt my pretty girl?" Adam guessed, tilting his head up towards the ceiling so you could see his smile. You giggled and leaned down, giving him a kiss. "mhm.." You hummed against his hips. You pulled away brushing his hair back out of his face, you tilted your head to face lute, "there's my pretty girl" you mused leaning closer to her and giving her an Eskimo kiss before kissing her forehead. Lute smiled a bit. "Hi there, baby.. how was your day?" She asked sweetly. You climbed over the back of the couch to plop in between them. "It was as good as it could get with me sleeping all day" you laughed a bit. Lute played with your hair absent-mindedly while Adam tugged at the baggy pajama pants you were wearing. "You know I really like this color on you but maybe we should just take it off hm?" Adam hummed slowly slithering his hands up your thighs til he was holding onto the waist band of the pants. "Adam I will literally never make you ribs again if you take those off" you said curtly opening your eyes a bit to give him a glare. Adam huffed and pulled his hands away, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a toddler. You sighed a bit but decided not to deal with it, "Adam will you get the bag of food? Please? I'll give you head in the morning I promise" you bribed knowing he was going to fight you if you didn't offer. Before you could even finish the word head Adam was already up and grabbing the bag excitedly, "deal!", Adam even went the extra fucking mile and started making your plate for you while watching the movie that was barely getting any attention.

The night was relaxing, you and lute took a bath together cause Adam couldn't be trusted not to start something. Then it was onto dessert, another movie and cuddles. As promised in the morning before work you gave Adam head before he left. And you know what maybe it was good luck cause that day wasn't half bad.

You didnt know what happened(Adam and lute beat the shit out of the guy and talked to your boss about easing up on you) but that didn't matter and as long as everything kept going well it was always gonna be a good day.

[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec of fics like the book Red, White & Royal Blue as requested in this ask. The fics all have varying combinations of the main tropes of the book (enemies to friends to lovers, royalty, famous/famous, and/or fake relationship). You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

💙 Queen of Arizella by seducedbycurls

(M, 277k, omegaverse) Harry is King of Arizella, he needs a Queen and who better than an omega on the run from death? Louis will learn to become the perfect Queen -the perfect fake Queen, but only for a few months.

💙 The Greatest Thing by @infinitelymint *

(E, 163k, canon) Harry and Louis haven’t spoken since the band broke up when a dangerous combination of Niall Horan, tequila, and an ordained Elvis impersonator means that the two of them have to embark on their biggest publicity stunt to date - together.

💙 Façade by written_with_no_end / @written-with-no-end

(NR, 133k, famous/famous) An AU where Louis is the lead singer of The Rogues, Harry is the lead singer of White Eskimo and both are sick of being in the closet so kiss one night to fuck with the media.

💙 Lightning Strikes The Heart by @fournipplesau , @justalarryblog

(E, 130k, historical) As expected every year, the Lockhart House hosts the season’s opening ball, and its invitation is the motive of the hustle in town, and every family hopes for the invitation. This year is no different, but this year everyone's attention is focused on the new Duke of Montgomery, His Grace Harry Edward Styles, and whether he will attend it.

💙 Paint Me In A Million Dreams by green_feelings / @greenfeelings *

(M, 112k, famous/famous) When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese's next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

💙 mirrorball by cherryboys

(NR, 102k, famous/famous) When Harry is asked to fake date Louis Tomlinson, an actor he hates because he bad mouthed one of Harry's songs in the beginning of his career, he is opposed to the idea.

💙 white winged dove by duchessy

(M, 100k, arranged marriage) Pressured to marry in order to save his family from financial and social ruin, Louis finds himself caught between wanting to be selfish and doing what he needs to do for the sake of his sisters, if no one else.

💙 king of my heart by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze *

(E, 83k, adaptation) A Red, White, and Royal Blue AU where Hollywood elite, Louis Tomlinson, finds himself falling for the closeted Prince of England.

💙 A Night in Hollywood by Sax246

(NR, 71k, famous/famous) Louis quickly comes to realise Harry is only enjoyable on the screen and not in-person. When the two get caught in a fight by paparazzi at a celebrity party, the media goes crazy, and they are forced into a PR-relationship against their will.

💙 don't want no other shade of blue by padfootyoudog / @louisisworthit

(E, 58k, omegaverse) it was foretold that Alpha Prince Harry would be mated to a beautiful male omega with eyes that could rival the stone amethyst, but Omega Prince Louis refuses to believe it.

💙 Need So Much of You by @lululawrence *

(NR, 46k, canon) the would-have-been canon compliant, fake relationship, friends with benefits, friends to lovers fic where Louis wonders if this thing going on with Harry is going to break him or change everything for the better.

💙 walk my days on a wire by sunshiner *

(E, 38k, famous/famous) when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

💙 (we will be) as if chosen by @alivingfire *

(E, 35k, secrets)  Under the watchful eyes of millions, Louis has to figure out how to keep his carefully constructed house of cards from falling, and the first step to accomplishing that is to keep from falling in love with the irritatingly charming Prince Harry, who just won't stop showing up and trying to whisk Louis out of the constraints of his boring life.

💙 Lies & Liability by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(M, 34k, historical) Harry Styles wishes that he will enter matrimony out of true love, no matter how favourable the match with any which alpha may be.

💙 Sail into the Sun by orphan_account

(E, 31k, Prince Louis) Louis needed a way out, Harry needed a husband. It was a mutual agreement. Doesn't mean they have to like each other.

💙 Dancing With Masks by @softfonds *

(E, 18k, famous/famous) With awards season coming up and new films on the way for both of them, Harry and Louis' managers decide it's time for them to date for publicity. 

💙 rapture in the dark by stylinsonsupporter

(T, 13k, hate to love) Harry does the Winter Girlfriend routine with Louis instead.

- Rare Pairs -

💙 Love Like This by @reminiscingintherain *

(E, 32k, Zayn/Louis/Liam) A Zouiam RWRB AU, featuring Louis as the First Son, Liam as the Prince, and Zayn as Liam's friend and equerry. 

💙 Be My King (I'll Be Your Queen) by transteverogers *

(E, 15k, Zayn/Liam) That one where Zayn's a royal bad boy and Liam's his PR agent/Personal Assistant and basically everyone knew they had feelings for each other before they did.

[thestralluvr]

Lars Pinfield x reader headcanons part 1

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- he’d have the usual socials like tiktok, insta and all that but his only post is a picture of you that you absolutely hate and his following is just his friends, family and famous cats.

- he probably has another instagram account for his cat basil, a chunky tabby who he adores with his whole heart.

- taps on the possessors enclosure (the possessor taps back it’s like a weird little high five) before he leaves and at this point it’s become an instinct.

- his work space is definitely an organised mess, you’ve got no clue how his system works but he surely has one.

- you guys definitely get takeaway at LEAST once a week (especially on a friday).

- claims he doesn’t know how to flirt yet every single word that comes from his mouth leaves you BLUSHING.

- he’d never admit it to anyone but he secretly loves reality tv 😭 it has him hooked and it’s one of his favourite parts of the day when he can just unwind with you and watch shitty television.

- this man just adores you, you’ll catch him just admiring your features like you’d hung the moon and stars.

- i feel like he’s a decent cook but a terrible baker, he never fails to set off the fire alarms.

- one morning he’d tried to surprise you for your anniversary by baking you a lovely breakfast.

- it ended with the pair of you standing on the front lawn in your pyjamas waiting for the fire brigade.

- baking is now left for you and uber eats.

- this man had a hipster tumblr phase i just know it and you take every opportunity you can get to tease him on it 😭.

- i’d imagine his favourite bands would be stuff like the kinks, tears for fears, the smiths, talking heads, soft cell etc. (he’s a music nerd).

- he loves gloomy rainy days, 1 because it reminds him of his home town, 2 because it’s the PERFECTTTTT weather to snuggle under blankets with you (his favourite activity).

- maybe has a few tiny tattoos that only you’ve seen besides one.

- one night the two of you went out with a few coworkers (much to lars’ annoyance) so what better to do than take the opportunity to get pissed? makes the boring conversations less boring right?

- anyway let’s just say it was an eventful night as you’d both woken up with the wonkiest matching ghost tattoos on your wrists.

- the pair of you weren’t exactly ecstatic to find your drunken decision but hey, they didn’t get covered up. besides, it makes you think of him whenever you see it so it can’t be that bad.

- he has a tendency to run his thumb over your little ghost whenever you’re holding hands or cuddling, it’s very sweet.

- you take turns being the big and little spoon every night but basil is always the tiny spoon.

- he’s a little touch starved so he never ever takes any little touch, kiss, and caress for granted.

- speaking of kisses, ALLLLL THE KISSES!!! forehead! head! hand! eskimo! cheek! neck! this man is just so lucky to be able to kiss you he never wants to stop oml i could cry he’s just the sweetest.

- basil definitely gets many kisses too she’s very spoilt.

i hope this was decent, my first time writing for this lovely man so i hope i did okay!! lmk if you want anything in particular for the following parts through my asks or comments!! <3

[okaerina]

𖥻 THINGS — enhypen ◌ ִ ۫ ּ

syn ; things enha reminds me of !

heeseung !

dangly earrings, pendent chains, skinny ripped jeans, rock guitar, clubbing, late studio night, concerts, rainy empty street, love songs, specs, ice cream, deers, rainforest, going over the speed limit, long drive, polaroids, balcony, tattoos, collage campus, basketball, getting into fist fights, breaking rules, warm breeze, kisses, sharing earphones, untied shoelaces, sleeveless tops, cross jewelries, chase atlantic songs

jay !

red wine, ball dance, guitar, empty kitchen, champagne bubbles, tuxedo suits, runaway, black cat, fashion magazines, gold jewelries, camping, eucalyptus, biking, biker jackets, street racing, late night walks, city lights, porsche, cologne, the weeknd songs, loose tie, fancy restaurant, chanel bags, iced americano, home, long hugs, words of affirmation, eye contact, autumn, posh music, v necks, opera, musical recital, marriage, ancient churches

jake !

pancakes, golden retrievers, empty parks, cardigans, picnic, wolf pups, landscapes, abstract art, lip piercings, makeout sessions, mornings, cream, sheets, swimming, sand castles, tree houses, venus, varsity player, rings, clashing waves, sun shinning through curtains, backyard, champagne, sparkly eyes, netflix and chill, forehead kisses, caramel fudge, winter, jb songs, garden, lilies, lipstick stains

sunghoon !

sculptures, greek mythology, snow, ice skating, pointe shoes, swan lake, ice rinks, rhinestones, vampires, sharp canines, royalty, huskies, novels, cruise, 90s songs, ear muffs, moon phase, poetry, dandelions, maple leaves, vanilla shake, pearls, penguins, blush, lucid dreams, confessions, lullaby, archangels, romance movies, boyfriend coats, monsoon, hair blowing because of the wind, moles, tears, old love, unrequited love, ribbons, weddings

sunoo !

sun, tulip field, solar system, marshmallows, tteobokki, street food, shopping, karaoke, smiles, cute stationeries, stickers, secret diary, cheek kisses, mufflers, red foxes, bratz doll, playdate, selfies, carnations, easter, boba tea, bestfriends to lovers, cherry blossoms, lip gloss, skincare, disney shows, late night face timing, gossiping, watching kdramas, sanrio stuffs, blowing bubbles, photo booths, texts, horizon

jungwon !

kittens, valleys, teenage dream, gold fish, aquariums, subways, cds, headphones, empty bus rides, babybreaths, holding hands, first love, taylor swift songs, messy hair, vacation, countryside, group study, constellations, piggyback ride, dimples, converse, empty classroom, sheep cubs, indoor plants, mini cactus, namsan tower, han river, late fall, vintage hand written letters , young love, romcom, kitties

ni-ki !

graffiti, sunsets, baggy pants, late night dance jam, empty beach, bicycling, sea shore, ear piercings, watermelon, summer, slow dancing, grass field, bungeoppangs, duck chicks, disneyland, ps5, arcade, puma cubs, eskimo kisses, bracelets, youth, climbing fences, skipping school, skateboarding, mangas, school festivals, footsies, cute band aids, oversized attires, j-rock, night sky, laughters, slice of life, teenage, playfulness, photo booths, anime, shoujo manga

© aenfilmz / 02072023

taglist ; @solarwoniii @shiningstar-byulxx @wtfhyuck @ichiibunztwt @enhawhoreist

[themysticaldrumstick]

“If i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous.” for either E (seeing MC mess around with another person) or M (during the E & MC dating era)

Also love the IF concept can’t wait to read it

You grin almost stupidly, standing by the lockers as you feel a warm palm cup your cheek. E's smile is genuine, sweet and they lean in for a brief kiss before class.

Oh, it's almost saccharine. Your heart jolts.

A little breath escapes your lips as you two part. "See you after class?"

"Of course." They whisper, brushing a stray strand of your hair back affectionately. "I'll be at the biology lab. Have to talk to the lab assistant about something."

You hum, too happy to care. "No problemo. See you then." They chuckle in a low voice, nuzzling their nose against yours in an Eskimo kiss. A bright laugh leaves you and they leave, finally.

You lean your head back against the lockers, butterflies in your stomach. You feel so blissful, so.. in-love, as stupid and early as that sounds. But, an exaggerated cough behind you breaks you out of your trance.

You turn.

It's M, their luscious locks framing their sharp features, the sheen of sweat on their copper skin sparkling under the bright lights of the school hallways as they make a mock gesture of vomitting. They seem to be holding a basketball under their arm.

You roll your edges, shoving them in jest.

"What?" They scoff. "Don't blame me. That was the most cringiest shit, I've ever seen."

"Yeah, yeah. God forbid, I like someone." You mutter, opening your locker to take your books out. You're used to M's antics, by now. First, they were the ones pushing you to date E.. now, they are the ones pushing you away from E. You wonder why. Then again, M does a lot of weird things that you never get an explanation to.

They grin sharply, the expensive metal of their piercings glinting. "They are not worth liking. They're not worth anything. 'Oh, I'll bE iN tHe biOloGy lAb'-- shut the fuck up, what an attention seeker. Moron."

You raise an eyebrow. "Aren't you being a bit too harsh? I mean, you introduced them to me. You pushed me to date them."

"And?" They mutter, avoiding your eyes, as they spin the basketball on their fingers, instinctively. "Doesn't mean you HAD to."

You're almost amused.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous." You tease light-heartedly, a gut feeling, long buried, regurgitating to your mind.

They laugh. Loudly and freely, much to your surprise. Their eyes twinkling like stars under the hallway. "Oh, sweetheart. Jealously is a disease that I'm never a victim of." You want to scoff at that, it's the stupidest thing, you've ever heard, because you explicitly remember having seen M jealous of their ex, when the girl had started going out again. That too, with the main guitarist of the school band.

"Why do I even bother talking to you?" You sigh, shaking your head as you grab your things.

"Because, deep down? You know you love me." They shoot back, almost instantly.

What a menace. You see them ogling at another girl walking past, her long legs on display-- skirt a little too high. They lick their lips. You roll your eyes again, practically able to imagine their dad complaining. "Where there's smoke, there's fire, you know?"

They whistle under their breath and their eyes flick back onto yours, locking into it, a little too intently. Like the color of honey, irises swirling like sweet nectar.

"And I'm a moth to a flame."

[lillylvjy]

Girl, (your the one I want)

a/n- this is a scene in a book that I just finished reading and it was my favorite scene in the book so I just decided to write it with Wilbur:) enjoy!

Warnings// swearing, kissing, cheesy fluff, brushing each others teeth, tell me if I missed anything:0)

Not edited!!

Wilbur was rarely home at nights. And if he was, it was later at night, usually near midnight. But tonight was different. The band all agreed to take a day off and to just sit back and relax. So all you and Wilbur did today was wake up late, cuddle and watch movies together and bake cookies (you had to make an agreement with him).

But after you and Wil watch one last movie and had dinner, you both decided to go to sleep early so you both could get up early tomorrow morning. As the movie ended, you started to get up out of Wilbur’s hold, but got held back by Wilbur’s arms wrapping around you tighter.

“Nooo! Please don’t leave. You’re warm and cozy.” Wilbur whined as you finally got out of his loving hold.

“Wil, I’m not sleeping on the coach. And plus I need to wash my face and brush my teeth. So it’s either you can sleep on the coach or you can follow me and get ready for bed with me. Your choice.” You said as you walked down the hallway to your guy’s shared room.

You heard him groan, and soon enough you heard the patter of feet on the hardwood flooring, making quick strides to catch up with you. Soon enough, you were being lifted off the ground by arms wrapped around your waist from behind, carrying you to the bathroom as you laughed.

“Wilbur put me down!” You laughed as you both finally reached the bathroom. Wilbur put you down but quickly lifted you up and placed you on the sink. Wilbur came really close to your face and put your noses together.

You giggled. “Hello my love.” You said as you placed your hands on the back of his neck.

“Hehe, you look like a bug. My little lady bug!” Wilbur said in a high pitched voice as he started to tickle your sides.

“No! No, no, no! Wilbur, please! Haha! Truce, truce!” You laughed as you squirmed in his embrace. Wilbur quickly stopped tickling you and smiled at you. You smiled back at him and rubbed your noses together in an eskimo kiss.

“I love you.” You said to him. He giggled and licked your nose as you scrunched it.

“I love you more, ok let’s go I need to brush my teeth.” He said, clapping his hands in a chop chop manner.

You gawk at him in disbelief. “Oh hell no! You don’t get to do that.” You told him as he laughed and put his hands up in surrender.

“Ok, ok! Im sorry, now can I please brush my teeth?” He asked you, kissing your hands.

You went to move out of the way, but you quickly stopped yourself and smirked. You always meant to tell Wilbur about this thing you read in a book you read a couple weeks ago. But he was never home so you never got the chance, but now, now you can. “How about we brush each others teeth?” You asked him.

He raised his eyebrows and had an amused grin on his face. “Now where’d this come from?” He asked as he looked at you as you grabbed his tooth brush.

“A book. I found it cute and I wanted to try it out.” You said while getting his tooth brush ready and handing him your toothbrush. He smiled and hummed in agreement.

“Ok, but be prepared to move out of the way.” Wil warned.

You saluted back at him and brought his tooth brush up. “Ahhh.” You said, as if you were talking to a little kid. He laughed and opened his mouth as he also started to brush your teeth. ���A, B, C, D, E-“

“What are you doing?!” Wilbur laughed as you continued to brush his teeth.

“I’m singing the alphabet obviously. “ you said as best as you could and rolling your eyes.

“Not the sass.” Wilbur replied back as you both laughed.

“F, I, J, K-“

“L, M, N, O, P.” Wilbur started singing with you.

“Q,R,S-“ you said as your motioned for Wilbur to continue.

“T,U,V” Wilbur continued as he giggled.

“W, X, Y, and Z. Now I know my A, B , C’s! Next time won’t you sing with meeee!” You sang as you finished brushing each others teeth. You quickly got down from the counter and let Wilbur go first. Soon after it was your turn.

After you were both done, you grabbed your face wash and quickly put your hair up. As you did you felt hands on your waist and looked up.

“What?” You asked as you looked at him.

“Nothing you just look really beautiful.” He said as he put his chin in the crook of your neck and left a kiss there. You quickly looked down fro his gaze to hide your flushed face.

“Are you going to wash your face? You should.” You said looking at him.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” He asked, faking an offended tone.

“Noo! I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant it’s good for your skin and everything.” You said as you grabbed a hair tie for Wilbur just in case he said yes.

“I know love. And yes, I would love too.” He said squeezing you tightly.

“Ok now let me put up your hair!” You said turning around.

Wilbur quickly moved away from you as he put a hand up to stop you. “Absolutely not!”

“Wil! Your hair is like a fucking lions mane!” You laughed at him.

“And it’s going to stay that way until the EP comes out darling.” Wilbur finishes as he leans in to kiss you.

You kiss him back and pull away to look at him. “Yeah but once it’s out, we’re getting rid of this.” You said as you ran your hands through his hair.

Wilbur smiled down at you. “That’s fine with me love.” He said, as he kissed you one last time. “Ok now can we please hurry up so I can go to bed?!”

“Screw you.”

Taglist: @deadphantomsociety @jadeissues @aimi-chann

[david-goldrock]

הודו דרום אמריקה זה הכי ישראלי

Why is it always the ones that take the most time? XD

India South America is the most Israeli The Out Kids (reference to the out kids band) in the kibbutz is the most Israeli Pugs (an old israeli game), tokens, Shluks (an Israeli sweet), an economic night [I speak but] (in english) not enough is the most Israeli Sing!

Bamba Bamba, Alma gum, from Tel Aviv to Ben Gurion (airport) Shekel Schenkel (nickname to a 2 shekel coin), oh kapara (an endearment), the great Aric Einstein Haida Haida, Haida Hi-Tech - for the police - 1-0-0 (100 is the Israeli 911) Checkers, checkers, Matka, Matka We love you Shimon Peres

A new evening, a cold watermelon It is this and nothing else (referencing the show "This is it"'s theme song) Paratroopers course, Araq Ayalim No, no, we don't have another country Red Sea, Dead Sea, Mediterranean Sea, Sea of ​​Galilee Tiredness of start of week from Sunday on Saturday that comes and returns Traffic jam on the holiday with a collection of Kaveret Another World Cup but without the (national) team

Bamba Bamba, Alma gum, from Tel Aviv to Ben Gurion (airport) Shekel Schenkel (nickname to a 2 shekel coin), oh kapara (an endearment), the great Aric Einstein Haida Haida, Haida Hi-Tech - for the police - 1-0-0 (100 is the Israeli 911) Checkers, checkers, Matka, Matka We love you Shimon Peres

From Givat Halfon to Eskimo Lemon (Old Israeli Movies) Who's messing around, it's Miko? (A quote from another old israeli movie- Charlie Vachetzi) Give me hummus, chips, salad and radish But with Diet (coke) or Coke Zero And don't forget applause upon (a plane's) landing And if the line is long, please perform a bypassing Right, they promised that we would grow up and there would be no more army Everyone is on their feet for the singing of Hatikva (the national anthem, also a part of the band's name)

Turkish coffee and Belgian waffles are the most Israeli Also, French kiss and Greek dancing Swedish key Scotch whiskey Spanish burger Nachman From Uman (an important rabbi) is the most Israeli - Goveina

Bamba Bamba, Alma gum, from Tel Aviv to Ben Gurion (airport) Shekel Schenkel (nickname to a 2 shekel coin), oh kapara (an endearment), the great Aric Einstein Haida Haida, Haida Hi-Tech - for the police - 1-0-0 (100 is the Israeli 911) Checkers, checkers, Matka, Matka We love you Shimon Peres

[end segment] It will be fine - I am unloading goods It will be fine - Waze if there is no choice It will be fine - Obama will help It will be fine - and God will protect It will be fine - we will try It will be fine - there is an iron dome It will be fine - the whole song is original It will be fine - only that the tune is a folk tune It will be fine

[13a07s]

Cost You

(Tooru Oikawa)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to kimmy_begopart]

Requested by: Me

Word Count: 3,450

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Hickeys

Attempted Fingering

Name Calling: Baby Doll, Daddy, Spoiled Brat

Slight Choking

Pornographic Themed Photos Described

Part two?

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     Tooru's lips have my skin on fire, more so than the Argentina sun ever could. His hands recently moved from their spots around my throat and on my hip to gripping the carbine copy of his jersey I'm wearing, balling up the material to pull me closer to him. "You're so hot," he almost whimpers, tongue sliding against the spot he was just sucking on.

     As soon as the compliment is out, his mouth is attached to the spot again, sucking on it even harder. He has no shame, the suctioning sloppy sound of his desperate attempt to mark my neck filling the empty locker room. A few whines mix with the erotic noises, Tooru humping me like a dog in heat.

     "To," I murmur, trying to shake the fog out of my head and loosen my grip on his hair. The skin under his lips sizzles from the past four or five minutes he's been working it over. It almost hurts at this point. I can only imagine how dark the bruise is going to be by the time he's done. "You're going to... to be distracted during... your game."

     "Fine by me," Tooru mutters, back to comforting my hickey with his tongue. The soft kitty licks make it sizzle more, prickling the corners of my eyes with tears. "I'm always distracted with you in the bleachers," he teases, a soft chuckle breezing over my skin. "Especially today, with my jersey number hanging on your titties, and these tiny shorts showing off your delicious thighs, so tight I can see the exact shape of your ass," he mumbles, a hand falling away from my shirt to the front of my shorts.

     "You look so sexy. I'm going to be serving with a boner all game," Tooru continues to mumble, snapping the button of my pants open. Shivers race down my spine as the popping noise fills the locker room, anticipation quickly making me quiver.

     His hand slides against my stomach as slowly as his tongue slides against the promised hickey. Just as his fingertips dip past the band of my panties, the room fills with a loud knock. Tooru chuckles as he pulls away from me, slender fingers buttoning my shorts again. "Oikawa, line up in fifteen. Hurry up," someone yells, the voice muffled by the still-closed door.

     An audible - and embarrassing- whine rips from my lungs, my body and mind both pissed about the teasing I just received. Tooru chuckles at me again, tugging on the belt loops of my shorts. "Sorry, Baby Doll. I have some Australian ass to beat."

     "Beat my ass," I whine, slouching backward.

     "After the game," he coos, arms around my back to stop me from tumbling to the floor, ruining my plans to continue my tantrum. Tooru's arms are tight around me, his half-on pressing against me as his lips attach to my neck again, stamping soft kisses against it this time.

     "Stop being so whiney, Baby Doll. After I win, and all the after-game stuff is done, we'll spend the rest of the evening locked away in our hotel room. I'll use my hands and mouth you love so much to make you cum until you can't think straight."

     "Promise?" I sigh, letting myself melt into his kisses.

     "Promise. Then, tomorrow we'll do the same thing after we go sightseeing and try some genuine chicken parmigiana. I'll rock your whole damn world, Baby Doll."

     I let out another sigh, finally releasing his hair. "You're so mean to me," I whine, new shivers creeping down my body when his tongue slides against my throat again.

     Tooru pulls on me, straightening the both of us. "I treat you well. You get to travel because of my job. There's not a thing in this world you need or want," he coos, rubbing Eskimo kisses against my nose. "I spoil you rotten, you little brat."

     "I'm not a brat," I whine, the brattiness in my voice ringing in my ears. "And there is something I want in this world that you won't give me. Your dick."

"Oh, my poor Baby Doll," Tooru teases, his cooing fake this time. "My poor gets everything she wants, gets to spend a week in Australia, blew ten thousand dollars because she 'likes looking' at a pretty art piece, Baby Doll. You're just so mistreated all because I have to go work to so you can keep living your best life. I'm so mean for ensuring you can keep buying all that pretty art you like."

     I whine again, lulling my head back and forth as I try to fight the smile curling on my lips. "Spoiled brat," he repeats, voice still light and flirty as he lifts me off my feet.

     My legs wrap around his torso, my hands buried in his locks again. "You're so mean," I continue to fuse, burying my head in his hair.

     "Oh I know, Baby," Tooru hums, his strong hands cupping my ass, squeezing it after every few steps. I tingle every time he grips me, whining even more as he carries me toward the locker room exit. "I'm so sorry you have to survive two whole hours not being the center of my attention," he continues to tease, shouldering the door open.

     "I might just survive..." I murmur, burying my head in his neck once we're out on the court.

     Instantly, a million flashes flicker, the sound of cameras going off and fans cheering booming in my ears. Tooru checks my legs, tightening them around himself before his hands jump up to help cup my face. His head tilts down, his lips pressed against me so I can hear him better. "But?" He mutters, pecking my cheek as he continues carrying me around.

     "But it's going to cost you," I tease, biting my lip when I feel the jerk of Tooru's body. He's a prideful man, one that has told me a million times he feels the most pride - and the horniest - watching me use his Amex card.

     "Perfectly fine by me," he hisses out, the groan he wants to let out stuck in his throat. Tooru nudges my head when his steps stop, his hands still pressed against my cheeks. I obey the soft order, picking my head up. "There's my Baby Doll," he hums, his hands sliding back to run through my hair before dropping back down to my ass.

I nibble on my lip some more because of the soft acknowledgment of my existence. I'm pretty sure the only time Tooru's mind isn't drenched in me is when he's on the court. Even then I'm not entirely sure that I'm not his every other thought. "Here I am," I whisper, relaxing my legs as he pulls me off of him, gently setting me on my feet.

His hands fall to my hips, squeezing them as he looks down at me. I break away from the staring contest first, my eyes flickering around the court. Most of the players are wrapped up with their partners as well, cuddling up and drenching them in attention before the game starts. A few single stragglers are stretching or bouncing volleyballs off the walls as they wait out the rest of the time before the lineup starts.

"Look at me, Baby Doll. I want to see your pretty eyes," Tooru coos, inching down so his nose is rubbing against mine again. When my head tilts up, leaving just a centimeter between our lips, cameras go off like crazy.

The sound makes him smile more, eyes sparkling with pride from the attention and anticipation for the game. "You, my perfect girl," he starts, a hand sliding under my hair to grip the back of my neck. "Are the best win of my life," Tooru finishes, finally closing the gap between us.

My hands jerk forward, balling up the front of his jersey as I kiss him back. Soft chuckles spill into the kiss, Tooru finding amusement in my still present tingling need for him. A huge grin rests on his face when he pulls away from me, his fingers busying themselves with twirling the ends of my hair. "You have to go now, Baby Doll."

"I know," I exhale, glancing around the court again. A few of the players have started leading their partners to the hallway where security waits to walk us to our front-row seats.

He pecks my lips again before pulling away from me, no longer wrapped up or pressed against me. His hand does slide into mine, easily taking its place before he leads me forward. When we get to the door, Tooru holds it open for me, coating my face in kisses and refusing to let me go.

"Come on, Oikawa. You're not going off to war, you'll be fine," one of his wing spikers teases. He's an older gentleman, on the team for seven years, and married to his wife for nine. She's a nice lady too, always insisting that us 'younger' pro-partners don't go anywhere alone; she's the mom of the group.

"I know," Tooru mutters, his cheeks dusted a light pink from embarrassment. "See you later, Baby Doll," he murmurs, focusing back on me long enough to say goodbye and kiss me once more before he fully parts from me.

As soon as the door is closed behind him, one of the guards steps towards me, holding out my VIP badge. "Thank you," I murmur, looping the lanyard around my neck. The guard grunts, motioning toward the group already heading up the hallway.

I quickly walk forward, the mom of the group instantly opening up a spot for me to squeeze into. "There you are, Sweetheart," she greets, beaming as she looks at me. "Seems like our setter is pumped for the game," she teases, poking the still-stinging bruise on my neck.

"Uh," I stutter, cheeks heating up and a hand shooting up to hide the hickey. "Ya, Tooru is pretty excited." I'll have to yell at him about not leaving hickeys right before a game.

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Oikawa Tooru: Quickie Before the Argentina vs Australia Game?

My eyes roll over the short TikTok video essay, skimming the comments as I wait for Tooru to finish changing. Like always, there's trolling, hate, admiration, and jealousy mixed in the comment section. The video is littered with pictures and snippets bits of us; him carrying me out of the locker room, our kiss before we parted for the game, and a few blown-out pictures of the very dark hickey on my neck.

Our clingy moments before the game didn't go unnoticed - nor did my hickey. TikTok, Instagram, and Twitter have been going off nonstop since the game started; my accounts were tagged and shouted out a million times during the two hours.

I skip down my feed, focusing on a different snip-it of gossip surrounding us.

Argentina's Number Thirteen Obsessed or in Love?

The title makes me silently giggle, catching my curiosity. I click play on the video, skimming the comments once again.

There are two main parts of the video, the first noting Tooru's constant change of his Lock Screen. There are about twenty to thirty different blown-out pictures of his phone; all different pictures of me or us. It's something I'm aware of, my boyfriend changing his wallpaper every day.

Tooru easily has hundreds of photos of me, which is why he constantly changes the picture on his phone. He insists he 'wants to love them all equal' and can 'only do that if he changes it daily'. It's one of the small things he does that makes my heart skip.

The second part of the video is focused on the mid-game break he took. His coach subbed him out for half of the third set, giving Tooru time to rest and rehydrate while they had a good lead going.

There are only two photos in this part of the video. One is an image of him scrolling through his photos, the big bold letters of 'Baby Doll' titling the album. The other photo is an image of him nibbling on his cheek as he scans a photo of me on the beach back home. The photo on his phone is blown out, my boyfriend caught being a perv as he stares at my boobs spilling out of my swim top.

I roll my eyes, both at Toru and the TikTok, swiping to slide back out of my notifications before switching over to my feed. I scroll two or three times before a video of him pops up on my feed.

"Oikawa! Oikawa! I have a question!" A girl's voice spills out from the audio.

"What's up, cutie?" My boyfriend answers, sending a wink and throwing up a peace sign as he acknowledges her.

"Is your girlfriend here?"

Tooru chuckles as he looks at the camera, his eyes lighting up at the question. "Yes, my beautiful Baby Doll is in the audience, like always."

"Instagram is blowing up with a picture of you looking at her photos. Is that something you do a lot?"

"Well, duh," he teases, glancing at his phone to unlock it before showing it to the camera. His phone is still open on his photo app, showing off his photo album full of pictures and videos of me. "I can't hold my Baby during the game but I sure as shit can look at her."

"That's so cute!" The girl gushes, squeals spilling from her before the video starts again.

This time I shake my head, a bit embarrassed with how much Tooru gushes over me. I swipe over to my TikTok notifications again, glancing through them in search of something else to watch. It doesn't take long before a mention from my boyfriend stumbles across the screen.

I tap on the notification, a video, and his comment pops up. It's a video of me cheering, standing on my feet as I shriek about Tooru's successful setter dump. The video is captioned 'This is the type of girlfriend every player dreams of'.

'Damn right, @Oikawa.s_Baby_Doll is my biggest cheerleader' the comment reads, filling me with even more embarrassment and giddiness. Tooru is such a simp on and off social media when it comes to me. Of course, the video itself and his comment are a mix of hate-filled speeches about us, me, and the hickey, weaved in between girls thirsting for my boyfriend and people complimenting our relationship.

     My phone vibrates in my hand, making my eyes flicker upward to see the notification. The colorful Instagram symbol is in the left corner of the notification, Oikawa.Tooru mentioned you in a post is squiggled next to it.

     I tilt my phone down, glancing around the stands and the court in search of the man responsible for the notification. I don't find him, all that's left is the player's partners and a few official people of the gym.

     With no sight of him, I decide to click on the notification to see what he posted. Instantly, the app is open and the post is pulled up. There are five sections on the post, the front one being the TikTok of me cheering for him.

     In case anyone forgot, @Oikawa.s_Baby_Doll is my #1 Cheerleader. Thank you for supporting me today, Baby Doll. Oh, and for always helping me calm my nerves before and after a game ;)

     .

     .

     .

     A huge thank you to @ArgentinaVolleyball. Thank you to @AustraliaVolleyball for a good game (and a win). I also would like to thank...

     My eyes skim over the rest of the tags, most of them being teammates, news producers, and other official businesses of the volleyball world.

     Once the post is fully read, my eyes jump back up to the photo line, watching the video once more before scrolling onto the next section. My cheeks heat up as I scan the picture. At some point in the locker room, Tooru snapped a picture of me. More specifically, of his hand around my throat, my head tilted back, cheeks flustered, and his fingers positioned just right to show off the hickey he was working on.

     "I'm going to kill him," I mutter to myself, swiping to look at the next photo. This one only makes my cheeks heat up more. It's the picture from our afterparty from his game last week against Canada. I'm sat on his back, a shirtless Tooru smiling like crazy as I'm in nothing but his jersey, massaging his back for him. The general public doesn't know, but I know that picture was taken five minutes after I got railed in his official jersey.

     The fourth section is a bit better, as in the public viewing it anyway. In the muted video all you can see is a shirtless Tooru. My fingertips trail over the calligraphy fonted tattoo of my nickname pressed into the skin over his heart as silent words spill from him.

     You can't see it from the video, but I know in the moment he's buried nine inches deep, taking a five-second breather between rounds. I also know what he's saying in the video. Tooru is spilling his guts about 'not being able to wait to fuck me with his Olympic medal around my neck'.

     "Son of a bitch," I murmur under my breath, more curses falling as I slide to the next picture.

     Luckily, this is the last section, and honestly, isn't as bad as the others; kind of. I'm dressed up like a cheerleader - one of Tooru's favorite outfits to see me in. A bit of skin shows, a chunk of thigh between my skirt and knee highs, and a thick strip of my stomach, but nothing too bad. The outfit, pom poms I'm holding, and the bow in my hair are all the white and pale blue colors of his team. The hand not holding his phone is buried under one of the garters, squeezing my thigh hard enough that even the image picks up on the indent it makes on my flesh.

"What are you doing?" The question startles me, making me jump and drop my phone to the ground. "Sorry, Baby Doll, I didn't mean to scare you," Tooru laughs, leaning to press a kiss to my head.

"I was looking at the post you tagged me in," I answer, arching down to pick up my phone. "You did great today, Lovey."

His smile grows at the compliment, Tooru leaning down to wrap his hand around my throat gently. "Thank you, Baby," he mutters, peppering clumsy kisses that coat my neck and his fingers.

     "That post is going to cost you too, by the way, and not just a lecture from your publicist and your team manager."

     A groan sticks in his throat, a soft coughing sound coming out instead as his hand tightens around my throat. "Spend all my money, Baby Doll."

     "Maybe I will. Especially if you're going to be a pervy daddy that posts pictures like that of me," I grumble, fake anger and uprightness in my voice.

     Another cough-covered groan and a tighter grip, this one cutting off my airway a bit. "Fine by me. Spend every last cent I have so I have an excuse to make you more."

     "Pervert," I giggle, shaking my head so he'll let me go; a request he instantly obeys.

     "You're fine, brat. You're covered in all of them and besides, the one video of us having sex only has your arm in it. Nothing is going to happen besides my publicist getting pissed because the post is 'too suggestive'," Tooru mutters, a huge grin on his face as his eyes drink me. He only gets more excited when I finally climb to my feet. "Well, and a missed call and pissy voicemail from Iwa-Chan."

"Ya? What did he have to say to you?" I ask, situating myself so I can take my dedicated place next to him.

"Oh, you know," Tooru starts, one arm wrapping around my shoulders as the other one waves around as if it could wave away his friend's lecture. "That the Argentina sun must have fried the rest of my brain cells and that I'm as 'Shittykawa as ever' and to call him back 'to get my full lecture'."

I giggle at the quotes, leaning against Tooru as he leads me away from the bleachers and toward the gym exit. "You know the team is going to give you shit about the post too, right?"

     "I don't mind, Baby Doll. If the cost of loving you is my whole paycheck and some teasing from the guys, I'm more than happy to pay it."

[teenagetr4g3dy]

Willow Sap x Gender Neutral Reader General dating headcanons

Did someone say McDonald’s? No? Oh, well I don’t care, that’s your #1 fast food go to place

Willow will not eat anything there except for the Mcrib and he WILL drag his s/o with him to get it

He actually has matching Mcrib shirts for him and his s/o

Willow is so clumsy mans literally trips on air

S/o has to watch out for him every time they’re out, especially if they’re in a crowd bc he will get TRAMPLED

By the end of the day, Willow is absolutely COVERED in little bandaids

One thing Willow loves to do with his S/o is bring them to Dr.Teeth concerts bc he likes sharing his interests with his lover!!

Even if the rest of the night would be spent tracking down the band and partying with them, it’s worth it because his s/o is spending time with their big dumb blue haired boy

Speaking of-

He would LOVE it if his s/o were/became a groupie with him he would actually be the heart eyes emojix100

He’s so chill it’s insane

Like honestly sometimes you’d think he’s high, but no that’s just how he is

He loves touching things and people, especially his s/o

Like, he can just be having a conversation with someone and his hand is doing it’s own thing, touching s/o’s hair, playing with their fingers,, you name it!!

Hell, even head pats and scratches like his s/o’s a cat😭

He does a lot of pda, but not like, straight up making out, he doesn’t wanna make s/o or anyone uncomfortable

And I say that because I think this mf has got to be Atleast 6’4, he’s gonna be taller than his s/o

Hel never belittle you or joke about s/o’s height tho they’re to precious to him

He thinks they’re like a little doll

His doll❤️

Pretty.. pretty

He just thinks s/o is just so totally tubular

Sometimes he just likes to look at his s/o, not in a creepy way or anything, in a way that a person could say “lmao that dudes in love” way

He loves holding hands

He things s/o’s hands are just so soft and warm they’re perfect for his!!! How can he not hold them???

Going back to the touching things, he also loves touching s/o’s face, cradling it, caressing it, holding it, pinching if playfully, poking, etc

He also loves kisses! Believe it or not! All kinds of them!

Cheek kisses, eskimo kisses, on the lips, forehead, anywhere!!

He loves it all omg

Okay so, he plays bass guitar, and he’s really good at it

He thinks it’s adorable when his s/o tries to use his guitar like what??

If they want to though, Willow will teach his s/o how to play, and s/o will sit in his lap while he’s guiding their fingers on the strings and UGHHH

He LIVES for that shit, man

He also loves those little moments just between the two of them, like just long looks at each other awhhh

He loves it when his s/o plays with his rings or wears one of them

He thinks it’s the most precious thing omg

He probably would even buy matching rings with his s/o

Speaking of wearing his things, he also adores it when s/o wears his clothes

Rather it be to big, or fitted on his s/o, he loves looking at them in his stuff

Like he will not be able to keep his hands off of them the ENTIRE day sob

He’d definitely say something like “You should wear my clothes more often, baby, you look so groovy in them and when you give them back they’ll smell like you.”

DAW

Ohohoh

Pet names!! I almost forgot lmao

He would call his s/o baby, babes, doll, baby doll, precious, darlin’, starlight, and honestly he would call them also really silly names haha, sometimes he’d honestly default to “my man” or dude or dudette

Off topic but he would love it if his s/o loved with him in his van like what that’s like, his totally rad and stupendous fairytale dude!

He’s a flirt, a big flirt with his s/o

Like if s/o is looking at his shirt or something he’ll say something like “I know how absolutely radical I am, but eyes are up here, babydoll”

“Are you a dove, my man? Because I just can’t stop looking at your pretty little feathers”

“You’re like the wind, babes, you blow me away”

Like he’s just so silly lmak

Him and s/o definitely would be the couple to push each other in the shopping cart at the grocery store and run really fast through it

The best gifts to get this man are drteeth records and merchandise

Or hell, just straight up tickets to see them

Willow would be OVER THE MOON

He would literally smother s/o in kisses he’d be so happy!!

Willow Sap belongs to @/partycoffin

I hope u liked these i just really want him so bad lmao

[daintybunniblog]

Caregiver Ideas

help them tie their shoes

wash their hair in the bathtub

pet their head

pull them into your lap

get their pacifier if you notice they're chewing their lips, fingers, or acting fidgety or nervous

cuddle them

make them giggle

use little dishes for a meal you've prepared

bring them a drink in a sippy cup or bottle

use a silly straw in their drink

hold their hand in public (especially when crossing the street)

order for them in a restaurant

drive them places

make and go to their appointments with them

help them make tough choices

let them fall asleep on your lap or chest

ask them to help you with little tasks

tell them they're a good girl or boy

tell them when they make you proud

take care of them when they're sick or feeling under the weather

remind them to take their medicine (and praise them for taking care of their health)

suggest nap-time, especially if they seem crabby or excessively irritated

read to him or her (naps, bedtime, any time)

ask your little about their favorite things (and tell them about yours) (animals, colors, shapes, stuffed animals, etc)

go through their coloring pages, artwork, drawings, or crafts and tell them which ones are your favorites

teach him or her new things

ask your little about their plushies’ names

ask your little about their plushies and toys

tuck them in at night (including a kiss on the forehead)

remind them of their bedtime

remind them to brush their teeth before getting into bed

ask if your little remembered to do things (chores, errands, other tasks)

kiss the top of your little's head or forehead frequently

color with your little

check for mean-monsters (under the bed, in the closet, in the dark room they need to go to or through)

listen to their excited babbles and chatter (get excited with them)

play pretend

take them to a park

push them on the swings

let your little pick the movie on movie night

tell your little that they are cute/adorable

kiss all of their owies, ouches, and boo-boos

use awesome band-aids (colorful, cartoon characters)

surprise your little

get your little 'little' gifts

set up a bubble bath

let him or her draw a tiny heart on you

check on your little's planner, chore list, or errand tasks

make music with your little

pick out their jammies, PJs, or sleep clothes

cook with your little (and, sometimes, for your little)

take your little to the zoo

plan and go on a picnic

take a walk with your little (and hold their hand)

take your little stargazing

visit a museum with him or her

paint your little's toenails (or let them be silly and paint yours)

make sure they have something to cuddle (on the couch, in bed)

invite him or her to a special tea party (with their favorite stuffed friends)

plan a themed date night

plan a great adventure with them (even if it's silly and make believe)

play board games with him or her

play video games with him or her (or watch them play them)

do arts and crafts with him or her

give your little candy/sweets (but not too many)

make your little hot cocoa with marshmallows

help build blanket forts

rub your nose gently against theirs to give special Eskimo kisses

show them a place they've never seen before

whisper "shhh" in your little's ear when they're upset

wipe away their tears (always)

take your little to see a children's movie in the theater (let them have a child's size popcorn too)

call your little pet names such as: princess, prince, little one, doll, baby girl, baby boy, etc.

appreciate little gifts they make and give you

scoop your little one up into your arms or lap

watch cartoons with them

make your little a healthy snack

make a meal of special little foods

have your little complete chores (and check on their progress through the day or week)

remind your little to wash their hands before they eat

get things from places they can’t reach

rub their tummy when it hurts

start a pillow fight

shoot them with a water gun or nerf gun

quote from their favorite little books and movies

ask silly questions

try to win them a prize at the carnival, faire, amusement park, or any crane machine

take him or her somewhere where they need to dress up to go to

ruffle their hair

boop and bop their nose if their emotions are getting too intense

let them wear your t-shirt/hoodie/clothes

write a note and leave it somewhere for them to find as a surprise

congratulate him or her for doing something they felt was difficult

start their sleepy music at night to help them relax

take your little to an amusement park, a carnival, or a faire

take selfies and photobooth pictures with your little

make pinky promises with your little

[cherrrysue]

VERY SHORT FICS

this is part 1/4 list of fics sorted by length (1k-19k words)

there's not much in this length category, don't get your hopes up x

• shore to shore (nothing's more) by cxyst

T, 6k

harry is a rich kid at the local private school who is always wishing he was somewhere else and louis is a golden skinned towny who works at the dock where harry’s father keeps their boat. he has eyes like oceans and harry wants to drown.

The One Where Harry Doesn't Really Have Ten Cats by LoadedGunn

"Mate, you can dress him up in a tutu and upload it to YouTube, I don't care as long as he's alive when I come back." Harry gasps. "How did you know I have three tiny cat tutus?" "You sound like the crazy type."

Or, the AU where Harry is a pet-sitter for the rich and famous, and Louis is rich and famous.

an entire desert of hourglass by tofiveohfive

E, 19k

The first time around, Harry doesn’t recognize it as the reason behind the sudden tightness in his throat. He sees the hourglass sitting empty on Louis’ rack and mistakes it for just another souvenir from a life he used to know. The second time around, he feels insulted by the glaring stoicism of the sand on the bottom. His hand itches to make it move. He thinks he’d find some comfort in knowing that at least the grains of salt are getting somewhere. The third and final time he sees the hourglass, it almost doesn’t catch his eye. The warmth in his bones keeps him from gravitating towards acidic reminders. However, the soft light coming from the window paints a new shade over the lifeless sand. Whereas before Harry couldn’t see past the bitter finality represented by the stillness, now he sees it as a chance waiting to be taken. A new beginning waiting to start. He flips the hourglass.

The world is ending. Harry comes over.

My English Love Affair by isthatyoularry

E, 19k

The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody's supposed to find out it's about you. The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

a grocery list pinned to blue by dangerbears

NR, 19k

AU. after eight years, louis finally has everything he's wanted. except for harry.

Howls Like A Beast (You Flower, You Feast) by indiaalphawhiskey

E, 16k

France, 1754. Château de Versailles. “You don’t love me,” Louis had said, utterly blasé as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen. “I do,” Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering. Louis had rolled his eyes, exasperated and flippant in the way only beautiful, young boys could be when faced with the affections of a baby prince. He had run his finger down Harry’s cheek then, had forced him to look into his eyes as he delivered the final blow. “You’ll change your mind once you’ve seen more of the world,” Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harry’s lovely, pure cheek. “Once you’ve been properly defiled.” He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harry’s cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.

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BOY MEETS WORLD MASTERPOST:

Season One:

-Pilot - On The Fence - Father Knows Less - Cory’s Alternative Friends - Killer Bees - Boys II Mensa - Grandma Was a Rolling Stone - Teacher’s Bet - Class Pre-Union - Santa’s Little Helper - The Father/Son Game - Once In Love With Amy - She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not - The B- Team of Life - Model Family - Risky Business - The Fugitive - It’s a Wonderful Night - Kid Gloves - The Play’s the Thing - Boy Meets Girl - I Dream of Feeny

Season Two: 

Back 2 School - Pairing Off - Notorious - Me and Mr. Joad - The Uninvited - Who’s Afraid of Cory Wolf - Wake Up, Little Cory - Band on the Run - Fear Strikes Out - Sister Theresa - The Beard - Turnaround - Cyrano - I am Not a Crook - Breaking Up is Really, Really Hard to Do - Danger Boy - On the Air - By Hook or by Crook - Wrong Side of the Tracks - Pop Quiz - The Thrilla’ in Phila - Career Day - Home

Season Three:

My Best Friend’s Girl - The Double Lie - What I Meant to Say - He Said, She Said - Hometown Hero - This Little Piggy - Truth and Consequences - Rave On - The Last Temptation of Cory - Train of Fools - City Slickers - The Grass is Always Greener - New Friends and Old - A Kiss is More Than a Kiss - The Heart is a Lonely Hunter - Stormy Weather - The Pink Flamingo Kid - Life Lessons - I Was a Teenage Spy - I Never Sang for my Legal Guardian - The Happiest Show on Earth - Brother Brother 

Season Four: 

You Can Go Home Again - Hair Today, Goon Tomorrow - I Ain’t Gonna Spray Lettuce No More - Fishing For Virna - Shallow Boy - Janitor Dad - Singled Out - Dangerous Secret - Sixteen Candles and 400 Pound Men - Turkey Day - An Affair to Forget - Easy Street - B & B’s B’n B - Wheels - Chick Like Me - A Long Walk To Pittsburgh Part One and Part Two - Uncle Daddy - Quiz Show - Cult Fiction - Learning To Fly

Season Five:  

Brothers - Boy Meets Real World - It’s Not You…It’s Me - Fraternity Row - The Witches of Pennbrook - No Guts, No Cory - I Love You, Donna Karen - Chasing Angela - How to Succeed in Business - Last Tango in Philly - A Very Topanga Christmas - Raging Cory - The Eskimo - Heartbreak Cory - First Girlfriends’ Club - Torn Between two Lovers - And Then There Was Shawn - If You Can’t Be with the One You Love - Eric Hollywood - Starry Night - Honesty Night - Prom-ises, Prom-ises - Things Change - Graduation

Season Six: 

His Answer - Her Answer - Ain’t College Great - Friendly Persuasion - Better than Average Cory - Hogs and Kisses - Everybody Loves Stuart - You’re Married, You’re Dead - Poetic License: An Ode To Holden Caulfield - And In Case I Don’t See Ya - Santa’s Little Helpers - Cutting the Cord - We’ll Have a Good Time Then - Getting Hitched - Road Trip - My Baby Valentine - Resurrection - Can I Help To Cheer You - Bee True - The Truth About Honesty - The Psychotic Episode - State of the Unions    

Season Seven: 

Show Me the Love - For Love and Apartments - Angela’s Men - No Such Thing as a Sure Thing - You Light Up My Union - They’re Killing Us - It’s About Time - The Honeymooners - The Honeymoon is Over - Pickett Fences - What a Drag - Family Trees - The Provider - I’m Gonna Be Like You, Dad - The War - Seven the Hard Way - She’s Having My Baby Back Ribs - How Cory and Topanga Got Their Groove Back - Brotherly Shove - As Time Goes By - Angela’s Ashes- Brave New World Part 1 & Part 2

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Mcfly: It Was Me, Wasn't It? Chapter Eight

Parings: Dougie Poynter x First Person Character

Description:

'It was me, wasn't it?' He mumbled. I nodded and kissed him again. Until he pulled away smiling. 'I love you' He mouthed. 'I love you too' I smiled pulling him in to another kiss.

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Warnings: Angst, AU, Implied Sexual Content

p.s So I originally wrote this before 2012 when I was around 13/14. It wasn't good, but I really love the story, and Dougie Poynter was my first crush so I rewrote it a few years back. Go into this, not expecting a great story, but the plot, well it's a little silly. But if you love Dougie Poynter you may like it for that fact.

Who is it?

ver the next few months, McFly and Electric Sauce were the next big bands going on tour together. It was amazing. We had finished our second album, and were going on tour. A tour that had sold out. Mostly because of Mcfly. 

Charlie and Fletch were working together now, so we were kind of managed together, which meant we could all rehearse together. Basically we spent a lot of time together. It was great to be honest. 

One day Harry and I were walking to the shops to grab some snacks for our rehearse lunch. 

"What's happening with you and Dougie?" He suddenly asked, as soon as we left the studio. He looked at me with a knowing glance. I sighed. 

"Quite the genius, aren't you?" I smiled faintly. I felt a hit of shyness all over me, which was not normal for me. 

"I can tell something is wrong, with both you and Dougie" He started "Neither of you are talking as much, and you glare at him a lot, just tell me" 

He had such an annoying pleading look...

"I don't know what you want me to say?" I say, the shop was ahead so hopefully he would forget?

"You can trust me" He smiled. I huffed..

"I like him I guess?" I answer. 

He giggled.

"I knew it was Dougie" 

"Well good for you, but he doesn't like me back" I say, pushing the shop door open with maybe too much force?

Harry grabbed the basket and we headed towards the snacks. 

"He's rejected me more than once" I whisper "It hurts" I am not going to let any tears slip out. 

"I think he is confused" Harry smiled, putting his hand on my shoulder. We grabbed all of the snacks and paid for them. 

"Please don't tell the others" I smile, Harry shook his head like even the idea of telling anyone was silly. 

"I like taunting them, Danny asks everyday who I like" I say, we both chuckle and walk back to the studios. 

"Give Dougie a chance, Y/N, he might surprise you" Harry smiled, as we walked into the studio room. 

"Who will surprise you?" Dougie asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice...

"Nothing" I grinned, throwing the crisps are my boys. 

"Why don't I believe you?" Dougie asked. 

I grinned. "Because I'm awesome?" 

"Are you now?" Dougie teased, a cute glint showing in his eyes, he was smiling too. Wow, he had such a nice smile. 

"Cooler than you anyways" I wink. 

"Prove it" He shot back. It caught me off guard. I poked him, that was my attack move. 

"You did not just poke me" He said gasping. I giggle and nod. 

"Well then, I'm just going to have to poke you back" He smiled, jumping up, I squealed running away from him, he chased but I'm faster. 

I ran out of the studio room and out into the garden, I could hear him catching up but I was still far enough ahead. 

When I realised my fault, the garden was as dead end. One way in and one way out. 

The garden was empty, and baking hot from the sun. I stopped running suddenly, and then Dougie ran into me, causing us to crash onto the floor, with him landing on me. 

"Ouch" I groaned, the grass was tingling the side of my face. 

"You love it" He grinned. 

"Not really" I mutter, turning my head to face him. Our noses brushed together, causing us to both laugh. 

Dougie started moving his nose, against mine, like an Eskimo kiss. 

I smiled up at him, all the anger and hurt I had been feeling slowly slipping away.

I looked into his eyes, I loved his eyes, they were breath-taking. They made me feel warm and happy when I saw them, they were beautiful. Plus I had a weakness for blue eyes. And his, were my favourite, I was getting lost in them, I could only think about his eyes, nothing else. No worries, no stressing, just him. 

Dougie's nose brushed the side of my nose, taking me from my thoughts, he was slowly leaning down. I wonder how long we had been outside, like this, for anyone to see?

"Whatcha doing?" I ask, whispered. 

"I don't know" He whispered back, his lips brushing mine. I moved my hands to his shoulders, gently pulling him closer. What were we doing? 

I needed to stop.. 

His lips were on mine, moving in perfect sync against mine. I really think I loved him. I was way too scared to tell him, so hopefully this would say it. 

We pulled away after a few minutes and helped one another off the floor. 

"Who is it Y/N?" He asked, I cocked my head to the side in confusion. 

"Who do you fancy? I need to know" He said.. 

Really? After everything and he didn't know. I couldn't tell him, the thought of it made me feel sick. 

I sighed.. 

"Don't worry about it Dougie, it doesn't matter" I say, hurting. I walked off, back towards the studio. I thought he would have guessed.. 

I didn't have the courage to tell him.. I couldn't tell what I felt more. Love for him, annoyed at him, or annoyed at myself...

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Night in Las Vegas

by Tragaryen

Harry is a little bit worried that Louis is partying alone in Las Vegas with the hot man’s hand wrapped around his waist. He’s not jealous. He’s not. What if he’s jealous and misses his Louis

Or an Au of what might happened before and after Louis's Las vegas show and Harry's Warsaw show.

Words: 3954, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Larry Canon Event

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Harry Styles Love on Tour, Louis Tomlinson: Faith in the Future World Tour 2023, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Jealousy, Las Vegas, Partying, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Hugs, Eskimo Kisses

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