#louis tomlinson drabble

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ take it off ! ( please )

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥

౨ৎ stream dress by taylor swift !

warnings — reader is feral, shirt tearing kink ig, making out, smut, p in v, choking, dirty talk

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louis preforming was electric.

the moment he stepped on that stage he became something else, something otherworldly. you watched the way he lapped up the praise from his fans, as adoring of them as they were of him. it was something special, something you were so lucky to see.

louis had a way about him, had created a community of people who inspired love and friendship. people so kind in their souls but also absolutely feral as they watched louis perform.

you weren’t shy to admit that you felt the same way, watching your boyfriend sing up there, tank top clinging to his body, sweat beading on his forehead beneath the bright spotlight that locked him in place. some of the best sex you had ever had was louis post concert, still strumming with adrenaline as he pounded into you backstage.

you loved him like this, completely in his element. you could stand and watch him like this for hours. utterly enthralled by him.

but tonight was a little different, as louis headed down to the barricade, leaning in allowing the fans to run their hands along his body, something that always brought a smirk to his lips, someone grabbed hold of his shirt, and then another. tearing the flimsy piece of fabric straight from his body.

and he fucking laughed.

you watched your boyfriend laugh, fans hands slipping down his now bare chest, torn tank top hanging loosely around his hips.

a small gasp escaped your lips, stomach curling, because that was the hottest fucking thing you had ever seen.

you often joked with louis that he was an attention slut for his fans, loving the way they reacted to him. but right now, you got it more than you ever had before. watching those girls tear his clothes from your body, the way he was laughing as he headed back up to the stage. tearing the rest of the shirt from his body and chucking it to the side.

your thighs clenched together as louis gaze swept over you for just a moment, grinning when he must have seen what he thought was surprise on your lips. instead you were turned on. so fucking turned on.

fuck.

the rest of the show your brain had drifted elsewhere and all you could think about was louis face when his shirt had been torn off. and how bad you wanted to do that to him.

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“fuck, babe, that was fucking crazy,” louis laughed, engulfing you in a hug the second he stepped off of the stage. he was slick with sweat, hands harsh against your hips as he held you close. pressing a sweet kiss on your neck, stubble scratching against the delicate skin.

“i know,” you murmured, giggling quietly as louis pulled back only to kiss you properly, lips needy against yours, drawing you into a languid kiss, tongue teasing the seam of your lips but you let him in easily.

he was completely unaware that you were sopping wet beneath your pretty little skirt.

“mhm, babe,” louis hummed against your lips, “you okay?” he questioned, leaning back to look at you with his sharp blue eyes.

“yea,” you replied, pulling him back in, peppering kisses along his jawline. “love watching you out there, louis, look so fucking good,” you murmured.

“oh, yea?” louis smirked, “you feeling needy, baby?” he asked, hands slipping down your hips and to your ass, pinching it slightly and making you gasp, grip on his shirt tightening. “fuck, you really are,” you looked down, gaze drifting across his chest where your could see his ‘it is what it is’ tattoo, stark against his golden skin.

“louis,” you whined, lips trailing down his neck, nibbling down on the skin of his collar bone making him gasp.

“baby,” he groaned, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging you back to look at him with glossy eyes. “what’s got you like this?” he asked but you didn’t respond, instead a little moan escaping your lips as you tugged at his shirt again. “c’mon, let’s get out of here,” louis said, realising that you weren’t going to let this go, so instead he grabbed your arm and tugged you through the back of the stadium and to the back door where the car was waiting.

the moment you slipped into the backseat of the car you latched back onto louis, slipping your fingers along his chest, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“fuck, babe, you are gonna be the death of me,” louis hissed, reaching over and pinning you against the seats. slipping his fingers around your throat and holding you there. a heavy gasp fell from your lips, eyes widening as you looked up at him.

“louis, louis, please,” you whimpered, bucking your hips up but the man shook his head, squeezing tighter as the world whipped past you.

“no,” he replied, shaking his head, “tell me what’s got you worked up like this,”

“louis,” you begged but louis tightened his fingers.

“tell me what’s got you begging for me like a little fucking slut,” he said, leaning in and forcing you to meet his eyes.

“i… um… louis,” you stuttered, spluttering slightly but louis only smirked, “those girls…” you whispered, “when they… they tore your shirt off,” you whined, “it was so fucking hot, louis, seeing them do that to you,”

and he fucking laughed at you.

“oh, baby,” he grinned, leaning in and planting a messy kiss onto your lips. tongue lapping into your mouth. “such a dirty fucking girl, like seeing me get my clothes torn off by other people,”

“no,” you whined, “i wanna do it, wanna, fuck,” you groaned as louis pressed you down against the seats so that he was hovering over you. it was wrong. the driver was in the front seat, blissfully ignorant to your actions or horrified into silence. but louis was on top of you, knee pressed between your legs against your throbbing heat.

“yea, babe?” louis grinned, “wanna tear my shirt off? wanna prove to me you’re good enough?” your hands fisted at his tank top once again, the fabric flimsy against your touch. you could do easily tear it from him, rip the shirt from his chest…

“we’re here,” the driver called, knocking at the partition that shielded his view of the two of you.

“c’mon, baby,” louis said, yanking you up and dragging you from the car. it felt like a matter of moments before you were in the hotel and louis had you pressed up against the door.

“fuck,” you gasped, head falling back as louis trailed a line of kisses down your throat and down your chest.

“thought you had something you wanted to do, babe,” louis said, pulling back with a snicker and you lost it. yanking yourself free from louis grasp and shoving him backwards so that his back hit the bed. his eyes widened, surprised by your reaction as you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, hands running down his chest.

“you know how fucking turned on i was seeing you down there in the pit?” you asked him, “how much i wanted to be in that crowd when i saw those girls tear your shirt off and you just fucking laughed,” you groaned out, grinding your hips against his covered cock.

“you calling me a slut?” louis asked, hands falling to your hips, guiding your movements slightly, you could see the veins in his arms rippling as he did so.

“yes,” you replied with a slight grin before you brought your hands to the middle of his shirt and pulling. a wicked rip echoed through the room as the top tore in two in your grasp.

holy fucking shit.

you could have cum there and then, looking down at louis who was absolutely beaming as he watched you. at the way you reacted, hips bucking as you revealed the skin beneath his deep gray tank top.

you finished ripping him free and immediately peppered kisses along his chest, sucking down on the skin just above his ‘78’ tattoo.

“you like that, baby?” louis murmured, and you nodded against his chest, nuzzling against the skin there. “gonna leave marks,” he hummed, “bet you fucking want that,”

“louis,” you huffed, “want you to fuck me,” you pleaded, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“yea, babe?” he asked, “so fucking sweet,” louis complimented before flipping you over so that he was on top of you, the remnants of his top still clinging to his shoulders.

he made quick work of your skirt, tugging it off in a few seconds before he reached your shirt, smirking down at you as he tore the crop top you wore right down the middle.

“oh my god,” you gasped, moaning loudly, but louis gave you little time to realise what he had done before he was burying his fingers into your soaked cunt. “louis!” you screeched, clenching around him, but he only laughed as he buried his face between your tits, biting down on the sensitive skin there.

“so needy,” he remarked, snaking his hand around your throat and holding you in place, fucking you with his fingers at a rapid place. you came in moments, falling apart around his fingers, loud moans falling from your lips.

once your had come down from your high you glanced up watching as louis tugged his jeans down, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you. running his hard cock between your folds, bumping at your clit that had you writhing against him.

“beg for it, baby,” louis rasped.

“please, louis, please, need you inside me so bad!” you begged, “want you to fuck me, need it, louis please…” you didn’t get to finish what you were saying before louis plunged deep inside of you. “yes, yes, yes, oh my god,” you sobbed.

louis fucked you like it was the last time he would ever fuck you. he always did.

if louis performing was electric, him fucking was like being pushed deep into the depths of an electric current and left to burn.

all you could do was moan as he pounded into you, grasping your leg and throwing it over his shoulder so that he could fuck you deeper. one hand slipping down to your clit, swirling it with his thumb.

“can’t believe i get to have you like this, so fucking perfect,” louis said as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

“louis, i’m gonna cum again,” you cried out, head lolling backwards, “fuck me so good,”

“god, babes,” louis grinned, “didn’t realise you were gonna like them girls tearing me clothes off so much. gonna have to get them to do that to me every night,”

“oh my god!” you whined, “yes, let them fucking do it,” you pleaded.

“oh yea? what ever you want, babe,” louis promised, another harsh thrust hitting straight at your g spot that had your curling your toes and crying out as white noise filled your head and you came all over louis cock.

“holy shit,” louis gasped, pulling out and cumming all over your stomach.

“fucking incredible,” he moaned, collapsing down beside you.

“so?” you asked once you have finally caught your breath, “you really gonna let them do it every night?”

“cheeky shit,” louis laughed as he pulled you back in.

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saw the video of him getting his shirt ripped off again on tiktok.

bon appetite <3

( it’s 5am help me )

[justmeinatree]

45. “How are you so oblivious?  I’m trying to tell you I’m fucking horny!” or 14. "If I have to pull over, you'll be walking funny for the next week,"

Y'know I'm gonna say Niall for the first one it's very he's busy being all soft and lovely 🫣 but the second is so much sassy Louis energy I can't even explain it!

I'll let you pick which one strikes you first (or hey both I'm not complaining hehe)

45 with niall has been answered here !

14. “if i have to pull over, you’ll be walking funny for the next week” ft. louis

smut prompt list

you swear it was louis’ fault. you fuckin swear.

it’s entirely not your fault that you were running a bit late. you’d started getting ready in plenty of time. plenty of time if louis wasn’t in one of his moods. 

plenty of time if louis hadn’t hopped in the shower with you, with not much purpose other than to skim his fingertips up and down your hips and sides. plenty of time if louis hadn’t grinded himself against your ass as you were drying your hair. plenty of time if louis hadn’t paused your makeup application over and over again for “just a quick snog” as he called it. plenty of time if louis hadn’t laid you back on the bed before you even had time to slip your dress on, kissing and nipping over your inner thighs and upper breasts. plenty of time if louis, louis, louis.

late or not, now that you were sat in the car next to him, with nothing to do but kill time, you were set on taking your revenge.

you were leaned over, mouth licking, nipping, suctioning to his neck, your hand gliding over his inner thigh, inching closer to his length.

“c’mon, love, m’trying to drive,” he murmurs, slightly breathily, something that doesn’t go unnoticed to you, a small smirk taking over your lips. you knew you were getting to him.

“just wanna kiss on you a bit,” you murmur, working over a spot on his neck, right under his ear, breaths puffing against his lobe, causing a visible shiver to run through his body.

not a moment later, your palm comes in contact with his clothed cock, brushing against his hardened prick, a long sigh leaving his lips, “swear to god, m’love, m’gonna crash the fuckin car if you don’t stop.”

“you’re fine, lou,” you hum, pushing him to his limits, so god damn horny yourself, you just wanted him to rail into you, quick and dirty, on the side of the road.

so you keep working your lips and your teeth over his neck and his ear, your hand inching itself into his pants, past the waist band, only his boxers separating your warm palm from his desperate cock.

louis was quickly losing his composure. he could not be late. like really couldn’t be late. not tonight. but he’d been wanting you all day, wanting to press himself into you from the moment you stripped down and got into the shower.

he’s assuming this is payback for earlier, but he really couldn’t fucking be late. and you were not making it easy. “love, c’mon, please. really can’t miss this event,” he sighs, trying to entice you, “i’ll do anything you want after, seriously anything. just can’t right now.”

and well that, you were not having. it only pushed you to keep going, hand slipping through the front opening of his boxers, wrapping instantly around his bare prick.

“fucking christ, i said later,” he groans loudly, his hand leaving the steering wheel, gripping into your wrist. “if i have to pull over, you’ll be walking funny for the next week.”

“what makes you think that’s not exactly what i want ?”

……

Masterlist

[justmeinatree]

uhh this gave me some feels, enjoy the quickest little blurb featuring louis those new mexico photos are giving me all the feels today

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he was close, crowding your space. you could smell the faint lingering vodka and weed on his breath, a reminder of your earlier activities.

“i can’t stop thinking about kissing you,” you murmur quietly, your usual shyness washed away with the liquor you’d had.

“and what are you going to do about that ?” louis asks just as quietly, stepping up to you even more, his body pressed against yours, hands landing so softly on your hips.

but your bravery waned, eyes flicking downcast, fixated on the closeness of your bodies, lip sucked in between your teeth.

“what is it, love ?” louis hums, grabbing your attention, noticing the red tinge prickling your cheeks as you speak. “want you to kiss me,” you whisper shyly.

without a second thought, louis’ hands grasp your jaw, lips slotting with yours in a delicate dance, making your tummy flip and your toes tingle.

your hands grip into his shirt, right over his hips, using it as a form of support, feeling like you were on the verge of floating away.

louis’ teeth nip into your bottom lip, a small gasp leaving you, an opportunity he uses to slip his tongue into your awaiting mouth. with his hands still cupping your face, he walks you backwards until you softly collide with the wall, pressing you between himself and the hard surface.

you pull him impossibly closer, revelling in the feel of his body, rolling yourself up against him, breathing quietly against louis’ lips, “fuck, been wanting to do this for so long.”

“m’here now,” louis whispers, “you’re so fuckin addicting, m’not going anywhere.”

Prompt #1080

"I can't stop thinking about kissing you."

"And what are you going to do about that?"

[enchantedlandcoffee]

I'd Walk Through Fire For You - A Ficlet Written for @itsnotreal <3

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"You getting sleepy, Haz?" Louis asked as Harry yawned for the fifth time in a row, the boy's eyes drooping as he tried to follow the conversation in the room.

"Mmm, no I'm awake. 'M just- resting my eyes, I only got three hours of sleep last night," Harry protested, mumbling excuses even as his head started to fall to the side, leaning awkwardly on Louis' shoulder. Louis sighed fondly and moved his arm round Harry's back, grabbing a pillow and gently guiding the boy to lay down on Louis' lap, pillow cushioning his head.

Harry gave a weak sound of protest even as his legs lifted onto the sofa and curled into himself, almost resembling a kitten.

"Sweet dreams, love," Louis whispered, carding his hand through Harry's hair as the boy's eyes fell shut, grabbing Louis' free hand and holding it to his chest.

Louis ignored the looks from his friends as he resumed their conversation, keeping his voice quiet so as not to disturb the sleeping boy. He knew one thing for certain that night, he'd probably go to the ends of the earth and back if it meant that his boy was happy. Even if Harry wasn't his boy yet.

[niallerspayno]

How they react to getting caught under the mistletoe with you

A little drabble about how each of the boys would react to being caught under the mistletoe with you🎄

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Niall

You’re laughing with the group, enjoying the cozy holiday atmosphere, when Niall’s gaze flicks up to the mistletoe hanging just above you. His eyes widen slightly, and he glances down at the ground, as if debating whether he should say something. But the teasing whispers of the others quickly bring his attention back to you.

The room falls into a quiet anticipation as Niall steps closer, his usual easy smile a little more nervous now. He clears his throat, his face turning a shade redder than usual. “Uh… I think we’re supposed to…” He trails off, his voice a little uncertain, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that betrays his shyness.

You can’t help but smile at how awkwardly adorable he looks. “Yeah, I guess we are,” you reply, your voice soft and teasing as you look up at the mistletoe, then back at him.

Niall chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Well, I’m not sure what I’m doing, but… guess we’ll find out.” He reaches for your hand, his fingers brushing yours with that familiar warmth that always makes you feel at ease. He leans in, his breath mixing with yours, and for a moment, everything else seems to fade away.

His lips brush against yours, tentative at first, like he’s testing the waters. The kiss is soft, slow, the kind of first kiss that feels like it’s been waiting to happen for a long time. Niall’s hand finds the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he deepens the kiss just slightly, a little more confident now.

You can feel the tenderness in his touch, the quiet reassurance that this moment, this kiss, means more than just a tradition—it’s the beginning of something real, something special.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless, a soft smile curling on Niall’s lips. He looks at you, his eyes shining with something unreadable but full of warmth. “Wow,” he says softly, his voice almost in awe. “I didn’t expect that to feel like… that.”

You laugh quietly, your heart racing in the best way. “Yeah, me neither.”

Niall chuckles, a little embarrassed but still glowing. “Merry Christmas, love,” he says, his hand still gently holding yours. And even though the teasing from the others begins, you’re both lost in the soft afterglow of that first kiss, your hearts in sync.

Liam

Liam notices the mistletoe hanging above you both almost immediately. He pauses mid-conversation, his gaze flicking to the leafy sprig before his eyes shift back to you. There’s a quiet moment, and you catch the brief hesitation in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything right away, just stands still for a second, as if considering the situation carefully.

The others begin to notice the shift, teasing whispers filling the air. But Liam stays calm, his expression thoughtful. He steps closer, his movements deliberate, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, and when he speaks, his voice is low and soft, almost as if he’s just sharing a secret with you. “Looks like we’re under the mistletoe,” he says, his tone both playful and sincere.

You nod, your heart beating a little faster, and before you can even respond, Liam’s hand gently reaches out to touch the side of your arm, his touch warm and comforting. “I’ve… been waiting for this,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words catch you off guard, but before you can process them fully, Liam leans in. His lips brush yours with careful, deliberate tenderness. It’s the kind of kiss that feels so familiar, like it’s been building for far longer than just this moment. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, the kiss deepening with a quiet intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

Liam’s kiss isn’t rushed or uncertain—there’s a surety to it, like he’s been waiting for the right moment to finally close the gap between you. His lips move gently against yours, a mix of sweetness and something more powerful that sends a flutter through your chest. When he pulls back just a fraction, his forehead rests gently against yours, both of you breathless but content.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion, as if the kiss had meant something more than just a holiday tradition. He keeps his eyes closed for a moment, his hand still resting on your neck, as if grounding himself in the moment.

When you open your eyes, you find him looking at you with a mix of admiration and something deeper, something unspoken but clear. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he admits, his voice soft but sincere.

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words settling in your chest. “Me too.”

The others tease you both, but Liam simply holds your gaze, a small, content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. For once, it doesn’t matter what anyone else is saying. In this moment, you’re both just there, lost in each other’s presence.

Zayn

Zayn’s eyes flicker upward when he spots the mistletoe hanging above the two of you. For a split second, there’s a flicker of hesitation in his gaze—his usual calm, collected demeanor momentarily faltering. He seems to gather himself before offering a small, knowing smirk, the kind of expression that could melt anyone’s heart.

“Well, this is unexpected,” he says, his voice smooth and low, with that signature coolness you’ve come to admire. He steps toward you slowly, his movements deliberate, and for a moment, the teasing of the others fades into the background. It’s just the two of you now, and Zayn’s intensity is palpable.

You feel the air between you shift as Zayn leans in slightly, his face close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. He’s not rushing this—he takes his time, studying you with that steady, almost magnetic gaze. His hand finds the small of your back, his fingers grazing your skin through the fabric of your sweater, sending a shiver up your spine.

There’s a quiet tension in the air, the kind that makes your heart race. “I didn’t think I’d be here, doing this tonight,” Zayn admits, his voice hushed but earnest. “But I guess I’m not complaining.”

Before you can respond, he’s gently cupping your face with his free hand, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. You can feel your breath catch in your throat, and when his lips finally meet yours, it’s not rushed or tentative. It’s deep, slow, and filled with something undeniable, as though he’s been wanting this for longer than either of you realized.

Zayn’s kiss is intense, almost magnetic, and it pulls you into him like gravity. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you a little closer, and there’s an urgency in the way his lips move against yours, as if he’s been holding back a tidal wave of emotions that finally crash over both of you in this kiss.

It’s not playful like Louis, or tender like Liam—it’s raw, passionate, and completely consuming, leaving you breathless when he finally pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. You both stand there for a moment, eyes closed, sharing the quiet aftershock of the kiss.

“Merry Christmas,” Zayn murmurs, his voice rough and low, his thumb brushing against your lips as though savoring the taste of the moment. He doesn’t say anything more, but the quiet smile that tugs at his lips says everything—there’s a depth to his gaze now, something soft but filled with a quiet intensity that lingers even as the others tease in the background.

When he looks at you again, his gaze is softer, almost playful. “Guess I’ll be counting down the days until the next time,” he adds, with a small, knowing smirk.

Louis

Louis notices the mistletoe before anyone else does, and the second he spots it, he flashes a mischievous grin in your direction. His eyes twinkle with a playful energy, and you can already tell he’s up to something.

“Well, well, well…” Louis says with a dramatic flourish, his voice filled with exaggerated excitement. He steps closer to you, clearly relishing the moment. “Looks like someone’s gonna have to kiss me,” he says, his grin widening. “Don’t worry, love, I promise I’m a gentleman.”

You can’t help but laugh at how confident he is, but there’s an undeniable warmth in his eyes that lets you know he’s being sincere, despite his playful banter. He stands directly in front of you now, a mischievous glint still in his gaze.

You raise an eyebrow, teasing, “Are you sure you’re ready for that, Louis?”

“Oh, I’m more than ready,” he says with a wink, taking a step closer until there’s hardly any space between you. He lowers his voice, his tone softer now. “But I think it’ll be worth the wait.”

Before you can respond, Louis leans in, his hand brushing against your cheek as his lips hover just inches from yours. There’s a moment of quiet anticipation, and then, with a sudden burst of confidence, he presses his lips to yours.

His kiss is bold, filled with energy and laughter, but there’s a depth to it that takes you by surprise. It’s not rushed—though he’s the playful one, there’s a sincerity to the way he kisses you, a moment where the teasing fades and all that’s left is the simple connection between you two.

As he pulls back, a wide grin spreads across his face, and he looks at you with that familiar, mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Told you I was a gentleman,” he says with a wink, his voice playful but soft.

You laugh, a little breathless from the kiss, but the moment feels easy, lighthearted, and somehow… perfect. Louis doesn’t let the teasing stop, but the energy between you two is different now, and there’s a warmth in his gaze that matches the glow of the Christmas lights around you.

“Merry Christmas, love,” he adds, his voice still light and teasing, but his smile now a little softer, a little more sincere.

Harry

When Harry spots the mistletoe hanging above you, a small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips. His usual calm and collected demeanor remains, but there’s something different in the way he looks at you—a softness that wasn’t there before. He takes a small step closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Well, this is convenient,” he says, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of playfulness. There’s no teasing in his words, just a quiet acknowledgment that the moment is here. He steps into your space, and for a moment, everything else fades into the background. It’s just the two of you, standing under the mistletoe with the world softly humming around you.

Harry gently reaches for your hand, his touch warm and gentle. The space between you feels charged, and you can see the unspoken emotions reflected in his eyes. It’s clear he’s thought about this, and now that the moment is finally here, there’s a sense of quiet certainty in his movements.

“Guess this is the part where I kiss you, then,” he says, his voice soft but confident.

You nod, your heart fluttering at the way he’s looking at you, his gaze tender and filled with something deeper. He leans in slowly, as if savoring every second of the moment. His lips meet yours in a soft, careful kiss, and it’s like everything slows down—his warmth, the gentleness of his touch, the feeling of his lips against yours is everything you’ve wanted in a first kiss and more.

The kiss is gentle, tender, and yet there’s something undeniable about it—a connection that goes beyond the mistletoe, beyond the holiday tradition. It’s as if all the words you couldn’t say are being expressed through this one quiet, meaningful kiss.

When Harry pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His forehead rests gently against yours, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and he smiles softly, a little shy but still radiating that familiar warmth.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

You smile, your heart racing from the intensity of the kiss. “Me too,” you reply softly.

Harry chuckles, the sound low and rich, before he pulls back just slightly, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. His gaze is full of something unspoken, something more than just a holiday kiss—it’s the beginning of something deeper.

“Definitely worth the wait,” he adds with a smile, before he leans in again, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead, leaving you feeling warm and entirely content.

[lover-222]

What Could've Been (Joao Felix)

...

I saw you had a baby Did you use any of the names we liked? And is your brother doing okay? Is he still getting out of fights?

he watched her life in pictures, joão missed her very much. she didn't know but joão never stopped looking at her instagram pictures. he let tears shed from his brown doe eyes, she looked beautiful. he once dreamed about having babies with her, and she was...but not with him. she looked incredibly beautiful, she was glowing. her baby bump was more noticeable in her pictures, she looked happy you could see it in her smile.

the couple was laying on the grass while looking up at the sky and pointing out the different cloud shapes.

"do you want babies joão ?" she said as she was still looking at the blue sky.

joão turned his head slightly to look at her, "of course i want to have babies especially with you".

y/n smiled at him, "mmm do you have any preference, girl or boy?".

"well i don't really mind but...i really want a girl i hope she'll have your eyes" joão smiled then gently stroked her cheek.

"yeah i see i that, she'd definitely be a daddy's girl" y/n chuckled.

"i have a couple of names ready actually" the boy shyly said.

"really??" she said surprised but still found it cute.

"yeah if it's a girl, i thought of adriana, alexandra, and marina. if it's a boy, santiago, matias, and aron" joão stated while looking at her.

"mmm i love them, wow you came up with really good ones. if i come up with names i'll let you know bebe, but we'll most likely end up choosing one of your names" y/n chuckled.

joão had a good relationship with y/n's brother, marco. funny enough her brother got along with joão very well. they would play fifa together and he would accompany y/n to joão's games, since he was also a football fan. marco noticed how much joão loved y/n, and the longer he was in their house; the more both of the boys got comfortable with each other.

"hello?" joão answered the phone still a bit groggy since it was 3am.

"joão can you please come pick me up i'm at the bar close to your house" marco said drunkenly.

the other boy heard how drunk the boy was, joão quickly got dressed and headed his way to the bar. once he stepped in, the ambience was crazy. people were fighting in the back while music was playing in the background.

joão was scanning the room for marco, but he was nowhere to be seen. that was until he approached the fight that was happening, it was marco. his nose was bleeding and had a cut on his cheek.

joão did what he had to do he separated the fight, trying his best to get the other boy. they finally got out of the place, the boys sighed in relief. 

"c'mon let's get you inside" joão said as he had one arm under marcos waist to hold him up, after all the adrenaline left his body his drunkenness came back.

marco stumble a couple of time in the living room, which caused a picture frame to fall, and him almost falling.

"i don't know what i would do without you brother" marco laughed, joão jokingly shook his head.

"get some sleep,  i'll come by in the afternoon to see you and y/n" joão told him.

"especially me" marco laughed, while joão nodded and smiled.

the siblings: marco & y/n

They say bitter ends turn sweet in time Is that true of yours and mine?

the couple had split up 3 years ago, it might have not seem like a lot of time but to joão it was a lifetime. it was the pressure of him trying to be the best at football and y/n studying to become a doctor. both professions took time out of their life, they tried their best to make it work.

it did work in the beginning, they made time to be with each other and go on dates, but as soon as things started to pile up on them; it was a disaster. joão would come home tired from training and y/n would be tired from university. at times they wouldn't even see each other, since joão would be at football matches and y/n would be at school.

although after time went by, being far away from each other and not being together anymore; it haunted them. they didn't hate each other, they had no resentments for each other; at least y/n didn't. she respect joão and his profession.

'Cause if you're lonely in Chicago You can call me baby Has it been long enough that you can forgive me?

late at night he regretted his choices and what he had done. even though there was no bad blood between them, joão hoped that y/n would forgive him for not trying hard enough and fighting for the relationship. he knew that if y/n needed him at any time of the day, he would drop everything for her. it's been long enough and he still missed her. he craved for the day that his phone would light up and it'd be her on the other line, he missed her voice.

Just because it didn't work Doesn't mean it's meaningless to me It just wasn't meant to be

he doesn't regret anything in their relationship prior to the breakup. joão enjoyed every single day waking up next to her, every kiss, every embrace. after their breakup, he craved her touch, her lips, her. y/n felt the same, she could barely sleep, she missed his warmth next to her. everything reminded her of him, his favorite ice cream that was still in her freezer and the collection of teddy bears that joão had given her for every anniversary.

"i'm sorry joão, i love you but our schedules are too hectic and it's hard" she said with tears in her eyes.

he grasped onto her hands, "i love you too, just know that i will always love you; maybe it wasn't meant to be but know that i really did, and will love you forever".

y/n smiled weakly, "joão te amo, siempre te amaré, you were my first on many things, i know you'll do great things as a person and a football player. i believe in you joão, take care of yourself" she said and kissed him passionately.

they kissed, their last kiss, they both wished it had lasted forever but it didn't. their relationship was not in vain, they thought it was the best for them to end things, and with no contact to make it easier to move on; although it was the complete opposite.

Have you seen how my life's been going? 'Cause I've been wondering what you'd say Would you have told me to keep going Or would you say to walk away?

y/n had seen joão many times on tv, she noticed how he had gotten way better. not that he wasn't good at the time but he had definitely developed his athletic skills even more. every goal she had seen made by joão made her smile.

she couldn't just sit there and not cheer for him. she was proud of him, she knew he'd make it big. her words really lingered on him, she was proud of him and told him he could do it. her positive energy made him keep going.

she also saw the world cup, y/n saw how devastated he was. he looked defeated, his hair was messy, all she wanted to do was hug him tight and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but she couldn't.

You always made me feel much better And I'll always be grateful for that

"you did amazing joão, you did the best you could do" she smiled at him while she lifted his chin.

he didn't play as good as he thought he did but he was being hard on himself. y/n saw the determination and perseverance every time she saw him play. to joão it meant the world to have her support, he loved how she was so supportive and was always proud of him no matter what.

I didn't have to search 'cause I still know your number I bet sometimes you still like to wear my jumper

joão never deleted her phone number, he couldn't bring himself to do it. he missed her essence and her lovely self , he remembered their late facetime calls and how they'd talk for hours. he missed y/n wearing his jerseys, shirts, hoodies, and sometimes sweatpants.

"are you wearing my clothes anjo?" he chuckled as he looked at her up and down.

(angel)

she was wearing his portugal jersey and his sweatpants, the clothes were baggy on her but she felt so comfortable. it was like being embraced by joão, his clothes smelled like him.

she twirled around, "yes i am do you like it?, i'm sorry i just didn't bring any of my clothes and i wanted to take a shower".

"it's okay bebe, you look way better in my clothes they look good on you" he said as he pulled her towards him and kissed her.

joão and y/n believed that in another universe they did end up together. they beated the odds and had a wonderful relationship. the couple had gotten married, had two kids, and lived in a wonderful home with floki. when they laid on their separate beds in total separate locations, they dreamed about what could've been if they had stayed together, probably wonderful things.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── a/n:

JOAO ANGST JOAO ANGST JOAO ANGST this was fun to write lmaoo i also saw louis last week and i still miss him aaaaa post concert depression is real!!!

anyways hope y'all enjoyed i posted this oneshot on here first bc why not d <3

[harrysolaf]

ᒪᑌᑎᑕᕼ~OᑎE ᔕᕼOT

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I was at the country club one afternoon after playing golf for majority of the day. When this girl named Harlow was working the bar that evening, and oh- she was pure seduction. My first that was ‘I could eat that girl for lunch!’ She was dancing so well and the conversation was so swell. That I had to take her back to my hotel room, and told her ‘that the room was under Claire because we were something rare.’ So, she called me when she got there and she tasted like she was the one. Tastes so sweet she dancing on my tongue. After that I couldn’t get enough it became a craving by the touch. From up the stairs, arching on the chair, and the pulling of the hair. I need the recipe so I don’t overheat. Telling her ‘let’s take this to the shower babe and take off your clothes. I’ll put them on the counter after I help you take them off.’

ᕼᗩᖇᒪOᗯ’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I’m saying ‘I’ll take pictures in your mirror if I can use you as a volunteer so we can become something extra rare.’

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

Here I was thinking this was going to be a one night stand but I’m saying ‘I’m interested in being more than friends on this thin hunch.’ So I can bend her on the craving of eating her for lunch. Yeah, she’s the one with the way she’s dancing on my tongue.

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Love you xxxx

[dancewithlou]

Sometimes I just sit and think about how Louis is actually such a soft person he calls hearts, love hearts, he loves cuddles and said he would be the big spoon because he loves cuddling, he has fairy lights up in his house and loves oversized clothes especially jumpers/hoodies and he gives himself sweater paws, his friends and peoples he’s worked with have described him as shy when they first meet, he’s a hopeless romantic but also writes songs inspired by his home town, by his friends and good nights out, he gets inspired by us, his fans his Louie’s to the point where he writes songs about us and for us. This isn’t even everything but I sometimes just get so overwhelmed with this bro.

[lunarheslwt]

Drabble: "kiss me"

“Teach me something in French,” Harry drawled, rolling his head to the side where it rested against Louis’ arm around him. They had been cuddling on the couch for the last half hour, and his best friend’s comforting presence was nearly lulling him to sleep.

“Hmm?” Louis asked, turning to look at him, looking just as at ease.

“Teach me how to say something in French,” Harry repeated. Watched a thoughtful pinch appear between Louis’ eyebrows, watched a tiny smile quirk his lips up.

“Embrasse moi.”

“Hmm?”

“Embrasse...moi…” Louis repeated slower, heavily accented, sweet.

“Embrasse moi,” Harry tried, testing the way the words rolled off his tongue. Louis’ little smile of encouragement felt like sunshine. “What does that mean?”

“Kiss me.”

Harry blinked hard. His heart swooped nauseatingly.

“W-what?”

“Kiss me,” Louis said again, eyes boring into his, not a hint of a joke written on his face. All thoughts screeched to a halt in Harry’s brain, and his gaze naturally fell to Louis’ lips.

“Okay.”

He leant in like it was no big deal. He let his eyes fall shut as if he hadn’t dreamed of this moment. He couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t a big deal the second his lips pressed against Louis’ gently, determined to commit the feel of it to his memory lest this was a dream.

It didn’t feel like nothing when Louis kissed back firmly and sweetly, cupping his face.

When he pulled back, heart in his throat, and all the blood seemingly rushing to his face, the sight of Louis licking his lips and looking at him dazedly just as well could send him to his grave early.

“Not sure how that happened, but, uh,” Louis rasped, “I’m not complaining.”

Harry frowned. “You- you asked me to kiss you!”

Louis stared at him blankly for a second before a breathy laugh escaped him. “I- no. I was telling you what ‘embrasse moi’ meant. It means ‘kiss me’.”

Harry’s jaw dropped, mortified. “....oh no...oh I’m so-”

But Louis was cutting him short with another kiss, and then another, and another, till he forgot about his blunder, mortification replaced with brimming giddiness. Finally.

“You set me up,” Harry grumbled with a pout later that night, squinting at Louis suspiciously.

He was proven right when Louis laughed lightly. “That I may have, mon chéri, that I may have.”

[hl-obsessed]

Coz i can't have you

"Lou," he whispers into his neck.

I love you. He thinks.

He can't say it out loud. They don't say it out loud.

But Louis knows, Harry knows he knows when his hands tighten on his hips, and he pulls him even closer.

Harry kisses his neck. One, two, three times. Once for every word.

Louis whimpers quietly, and Harry shuts his eyes tight, trying not to cry. If he does, he won't leave, he won't ever leave. And he can't stay.

They can't have it. Not now. Who knows if ever.

It's too complicated, it's always too complicated. It can't be just them. Not beyond those two hours stolen every other week.

They belong to each other, but they are apparently not meant to be. Not in this life.

Harry pulls away, with one last squeeze, with one last kiss behind Louis' ear.

"I'll be in touch," he promises weakly.

He looks down as his hands slide off Louis.

He doesn't know if he will ever see him again.

He never knows. It can always be the last time.

There is no use in trying to prolong that. To stay a little bit longer, to steal a little bit more time.

Five minutes, ten, fifteen. It doesn't matter. It's not enough, it's never enough.

He can't look up at him again. He can't watch the tears in Louis' eyes as he takes step after step away from him.

Louis doesn't call after him, he doesn't try to stop him.

Harry hears him break down completely before doors close after him softly.

He cries all the way home.

***

coz i am apparently a little bit sick of valentines day

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[alarrylittlechristmas]

Day 3 - A Man's Best Friend

For anon - a larry fic featuring Clifford

"Cliff, where are you, bud?" Louis called as he entered the house, frowning at the lack of curls greeting him at the front door. Normally, when he came home, he'd be greeted by his two boys, Clifford waiting by the door and Harry popping out from the living room with another hideous Christmas Jumper he'd bought.

But today, the house was silent.

After toeing off his shoes and hanging up his coat, he trudged further into the house, whistling softly in hopes of gaining Clifford's attention. But he got no response, and his worry increased.

"Harry?" He called next, hoping that at least one of his boys would notice him and relieve his nerves.

"Bedroom!" He heard Harry call back and he sighed in relief, heading up the stairs and turning the corner to find-

"Harry?" Louis whispered, bringing a hand to cover his mouth as he took in the scene in front of him.

The floor of their bedroom was covered in rose petals, LED candles softly illuminating the room as his boyfriend crouched in the doorway, gently stroking their dog.

"Louis..." Harry began, lowering himself down to the floor so he was on one knee. "Ever since we met at the coffee shop all those years ago, I knew you were the one for me. You're funny and kind and an absolutely amazing human being, and I am so, so lucky to be able to call you mine. Falling in love with you was as easy as breathing, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. If you'll have me, that is?"

Harry whispered something softly to Clifford, and the dog softly padded to Louis and sat at his feet. As Louis went to stroke him, a glint caught his eye and he leaned down to inspect Clifford's collar.

"I bought it the day you asked me to move in with you," Harry said softly, still in his position from earlier.

Louis carefully untied the item from Clifford's collar and felt tears pooling in his eyes. A simple gold band had sat just underneath Clifford's tag, tints of green and blue wrapping round it, and the engraving in the middle enough to make the tears fall.

I'll make this feel like home ~ L&H

"Will you do me the honour of marrying me, Lou?" Harry whispered to him, emotion thick in his voice as Louis looked up at him.

"Yes," Louis breathed, wiping at the tears as he moved around Clifford and launched himself at Louis. "Absolutely, yes."

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[justmeinatree]

1.  “Don’t even think about cumming yet.” with louis pls 🥹

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“louis,” you whimper, the clinging of the cuffs against the headboard echoing through the bedroom, as you try to wiggle as best you can in this very restrictive position. “louis, louis please,” you pant.

“no,” he mumbles simply, lips busy working over your pussy, tongue lapping sloppily through your folds.

he’d been at this for a while, your wrists tied to the headboard, knees forcefully pressed into the mattress on either side of you, louis’ hands keeping you spread open, unable to close your legs even if you wanted to. 

so far though, not an ounce of you wanted to stop. he was so good with his mouth. his tongue lapping over your entrance, over and over, before slipping it’s way to tease your clit, teeth nipping softly.

you were close. so god damn close to your high, your entire body heated, prickling, stomach coiling, “louis,” you whimper louder, sucking in a breath, “mmh, louis, lou-“

and just like that, everything stops, eliciting a loud whiny call of desperation from you, as louis pulls away from you completely, smirking at you, “don’t you fuckin think about cumming yet.”

“no, no, no, please,” you whimper, body shivering, left right on the edge of pure bliss, only to come crashing down for the 4th ? 5th ? time. fuck, you didn’t know anymore. “m’so fuckin desperate louis, please.”

“not yet,” he shakes his head purposefully, eyes locked on your spasming cunt, just begging for him to touch it again. “need you begging much better than that. must not be desperate enough yet. lets see what another round’ll do to ya,” he hums, mouth lunging for your sopping cunt once again.

……

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[28manchster]

...this scene but it's foetus-Larry.

word count: 675 - AO3

The party was going loud and everyone seemed to have fun when Louis took his fourth drink. As always, the management found Harry some chick and he was left alone, torturing himself by watching the girl obviously flirt with his boyfriend. His gaze was so intense that the curly-haired one lifted his head up to him, asking him if he was okay with a look, like they used to. But this time, Louis shook his head no, storming in the stairs to found a bathroom, the tears were almost here and he pushed everyone in his way, flipping them off if they said anything.

When he finally arrived in the bathroom, he locked the door and leant against the sink, looking at his reflection. His eyes were red, filled with sadnes and jealousy. He could not bare this anymore, it was too much seeing Harry flirt with a random girl instead of him, plus the bastard seemed to enjoy the company and this thought was hurting so much that the man started crying.

It hadn't been long until he heard three knocks on the door and sighs, knowing he has to open the door. He wipes his tears away and opens the door, facing the man who he loved so much it hurted.

“ What's going on with you tonight? the curly-haired asked directly, locking the door again behind him.

— Nothing, Harry. Leave me alone. Louis spat, tears on the verge of falling.

— No, I won't ! The younger boy stated firmly. You barely spoke to me, and you look at Ally like you're gonna kill her! She didn't ask to be dragged into this! Harry defended her and Louis swore anyone in the area could have heard his heart breaking.

— Fuck off Harry ! If you were really not interested in her, you wouldn't look at her with that stupid smile ! The boy was panting & crying. I knew something like this would happen eventually ! I knew it ! He was furious, his sadness had quickly transformed and the alcohol didn't help.

— You're drunk Lou' ! How can you say that ? You know I fucking love you ! I do what they ask me, that's all. He sighs, his tone softening when he finally catches the fact that Louis was crying. I love you, Louis.

— They are bullshit ! They manipulate us to do whatever they think is good for our image and you all do nothing but nod along ! He spats, looking directly into Harry's eyes. You don't even see that she would hump you on this couch if you told her so ! This is bullshit, Harry ! He was practically screaming, his blue eyes sparkling as a storm, nowhere near the habitual clear sky shade.

— But Lou', I thought we knew how to deal with these things.. His tone broke when he saw his boyfriend's state. I love you Louis. Don't you love me?

— This is bullshit. You're bullshit. ”

They stared at each other, Harry's jaw had dropped as tears ran down his face. He felt like his world fell apart, hearing Louis so angry at him and not reciprocating his feelings shattered him to pieces. He couldn't believe it, yet he looked down at his feet, feeling weaker than ever. He realized he spent the evening playing the so-heterosexual-Harry to please his management and did not once took a look at the man he loved. He had fucked-up bad this time, and he didn't knew if Louis would ever forgive him.

“ I'm so sorry, Louis. I didn't- It wasn't meant to hurt you.. his voices cracks. Don't leave me, don't say we're.. he gulps. Bullshit. Please. ”

But he had no answer, instead Louis pushed him to bend at the toilet, throwing the punch out of his stomach, still crying even when Harry helped him stand up, even when Harry kissed him and he answered, even when Harry leads him outside to grab a cab and go back home. He never stopped crying until he eventually fell asleep on his boyfriend's lap in the cab, mumbling.

“ I love you too, Harry. ”

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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."

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For @babyhoneyheslt

[thinlinez]

Cozy Your Day

By: thinlines @thinlinez

Moodboard plus Drabble of exactly 100 words for @bravelylarrie

This is part of @secretlarryvalentine

The café popped out of nowhere. Harry remembered the shop used to be empty, always only a FOR RENT sign on dusty window. Now, though, its doors were opened.

Rouge Roastery’s menu was unique and Harry settled on a bold choice of Himalayan rose salt latte.

“Rose latte, please.”

The barista’s messed up fringe fell into ocean blues. “Sure, love.”

Harry tried not to stare as the barista’s tattooed fingers worked away.

“Ta-da.”

Harry giggled when he saw cute penguins floating in the latte foam.

“Pretty top. Hope to see you in it tomorrow.” This was said with a wink.

You asked for: stranger to lovers, coffee shop, feminization (H), hedgehog louis

I have never written a drabble before and it was quite a challenge!

Hope you like this Valentine's Day gift, love :)

[take-a-cchonce]

Be My Valentine - 5

A little long-distance Larry phonecall drabble

A/N: It's literally Larry being all domestic and fluffy and it's a tiny bit crack-y but hey Louis had just had the Twitter chicken conversation when I wrote this and it somehow devolved into this. enjoy <3

"Heyyy, Lou. It's- Good Morning, baby," "Harry! I- Mornin', love- it's- I know it's really late-early for you but I just- I need a bit of help," "Louis, please don't tell me you've-" "No! No! It's nothing like that, I was just- I was in the kitchen, right? 'Cause I wanted to- I just wanted some fuckin' pancakes," "Okay... and pancakes have got... wait- for dinner?" "Well, I- yeah. Missed the ones you make and- I looked up a recipe, in one of your books- y'know the fancy ones you got from Japan?" "Oh god, uh- yes?" "Yeah, so they looked really fuckin' pretty. Souffle pancakes, it said. All decked up with fruit and stuff like you do- And it looked straightforward enough so I just- sort of- did it and now I'm... I don't really know what to do," "Did they end up nice?" "I- c'mon now, Haz. Now you're just taking the piss," "Sorry, sorry, Lou. So what.." "Yeah, I don't think the batter's supposed to be this fuckin' runny and the first one i made just sort of stuck to the pan and the bit I scraped off it... They don't taste very good and I just- I just wanted pancakes like yours, Haz. Is that too much to ask?" "No, Lou. D'you want me to help you out with them? I'll stay on the line and you can just follow along..." "It's 2 am Haz, I don't want to keep you awake or-" "I know you're just saying that for the sake of it, Lou" "FaceTime me, love?" "You could've just said you miss me, you know that, babe? Didn't have to make pancakes and everything," "I never not miss you. Now call me already, I'm really fuckin' hungry and I really want pancakes. Takeout looks very appealing right now,"