#larry drabbles

[lunarheslwt]

Drabble: "do you still like me" "it's 2 in the morning"

“Lou. Wake up.”

Being rudely pulled from the blissful arms of sleep, yet unwilling to be awake, Louis frowned, eyes still scrunched shut. Harry? He merely hummed in response, hoping that Harry would take the hint and let him sleep.

“Hey.” Nope. Harry was whispering loudly, mere inches away from him. “I've a question.”

Groaning into the pillow, he grunted out, “what?”

A beat of silence. That only served to further awaken him. And then-

“Do you still like me?”

Louis’ eyes flew open, if only so he could shoot the boy next to him an incredulous look. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he turned to the opposite side for a moment, squinting at the neon digits, before turning back to face Harry, face lit up only by the dull light from the clock.

“Harry. It's two in the morning.”

“Yes, but do you?”

Louis stared at him. What the fuck. Harry stared back at him, blinking owlishly.

“Haz. I'm literally married to you.”

A few seconds dragged, before he caught the very corner of Harry's lips twitching inadvertently at that. Why this absolute little-

“You're not answering the question,” he whined, actually having the audacity to pout at him. As if this entire scenario wasn't ridiculous. Louis was half sure he was dreaming.

“You woke me up. At 2 am. To confirm that I, your husband, still likes you.”

Harry nodded seriously, though his eyes betrayed him. “It's a very important question.”

“Goodnight, Harry,” Louis deadpanned, closing his eyes for good measure, trying to bite back a helplessly endeared smile at the loud protest he was expecting anyway.

“Louuuu, no wait!” There were hands tugging at his arms, trying to tug him close, keep him from going back to sleep. He fake snored obnoxiously in response, grinning at the snort it drew from Harry.

“Since you're not answering, I'm gonna have to take it as confirmation that you do not in fact still like me.”

Sighing in mock exasperation, Louis opened his eyes again, pulling Harry close and throwing one leg around him so he was trapped. Not that the boy was complaining, if the breathy chuckles were anything to go by.

“Well, we cannot have that, can we love?” he asked, squeezing him in his arms lightly.

“No we cannot.”

“Mostly because you will throw a tantrum till I answer and clarify that yes, I do like you very much, still.”

“I do not throw tantrums excuse me- I am not a child!” Harry gasped, swatting at his chest playfully, then snuggling in close.

“Oh? Yeah no, of course, of course,” he pacified, thumbing at his soft cheeks. “You are a baby.”

“Heyyyyy-”

“My baby.”

That shut him up quickly, protest dying on lips that curved into a wide, pleased smile. He didn't have to see it, but he could tell he was sporting a tiny blush, feeling the warmth under his fingertips.

“That all you needed, huh,” Louis murmured softly, leaning in to peck his lips chastely. “Just some attention at 2 in the morning. Why are you even awake, hmm?”

Harry shrugged. “Couldn't sleep. Because someone convinced me to sleep in awfully late yesterday, so my routines gone to shit.”

“Excuse me if I just wanted to cuddle and stay in bed with my favourite person for a while longer,” Louis grumbled, “you need attention at 2 am, I need attention at 10 am.”

“I didn't need attention, I asked a very important question!”

“Sure, babe,” he allowed, then cupped his cheeks. Because really, who was he but a man helpless not to humour his husband because he loved him so much?

“To answer your question, yes I still like you. The most, even.”

Twin dimples made their appearance. He would be the death of him someday.

“In fact, I actually love you the most, even”

Harry gasped dramatically. “You do?? That's a relief. I love you too.”

Rolling his eyes, Louis tugged him close till he could tuck his head beneath his chin. “Glad we sorted that out. Now sleep or I'm revoking my statement.”

Harry didn't protest, seemingly content, and Louis closed his eyes as their breathing evened out. In a few minutes, sleep clung to his closed lids once more.

“Lou. Do you think I'm pretty?”

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[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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[enchantedlandcoffee]

prompt: h&l have been online friends for months but didn’t realize they live in the same city and see each other from across the room at the same house party

the-tommo-28 - there's a guy at this party who reminds me of you (7.28pm)

hbakery12 - why? (7.30pm)

hbakery12 - is he also charming and good-looking? (7.30pm)

the-tommo-28 - no (7.32pm)

the-tommo-28 - well yes (7.32pm)

the-tommo-28 - but he's also tripped twice since arriving and told me a fruit-based joke as an introduction (7.33pm)

the-tommo-28 - H? you there, love? (7.38pm)

hbakery12 - what was the joke? (7.40pm)

the-tommo-28 - I don't know. Something about a melon and a wedding. Why? (7.42pm)

Louis looked down at his phone in frustration. It had been 10 minutes since he'd messaged H and he was beginning to realise that he'd somehow scared them off. He sighed and closed tumblr down, pocketing his phone and leaning forward in his chair so he could rest his arms on the balcony table.

He'd escaped from the chaos of the party to the quiet balcony after the pretty curly-haired man had left abruptly, only wanting to talk to one person that night. And now they weren't even responding. Fucking perfect.

Letting his head fall onto his arms, he released a deep sigh, barely noticing the balcony doors opening behind him.

"What do you call a melon that can't get married?" His head jolted up as he registered the voice from earlier in the night. He turned to face the curly-haired boy, taking note of his fidgeting hands and wandering gaze.

"I think you've already told me this one, love." He teased before instantly freezing. He rarely ever called people love, especially not people he'd just met. That nickname was reserved for his sisters and Harry- if Harry ever spoke to him again that is.

"Lou?" The question from the other boy's mouth was so quiet he nearly didn't hear it. He took in the hopeful look in the boy's eyes and the badly-concealed grin on his face before it clicked.

"Hazza?" He breathed, instantly getting the breath knocked out of him as the other lad hugged him fiercely.

"I knew it was you!"

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[tomlinsins]

i’m sorry you feel like shit bby, hugging you so hard right now 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

for the prompts, hl arguing and crying, it can be about anything. maybe some hurtful words are exchanged, which they later regret but in the moment they can’t think straight so they’re said

Angsty Drabbles!

“I left as soon as I could, Lou. I am so sorry! David decided to order drinks after dinner. I had to spend the entire time schmoozing with those-” Harry rushes out as soon as he opens the door to Louis’ dressing room.

“Save it Harry.” Louis cuts him off as he packs up his vanity. “It’s not like this is the first time. Part of me never even expected you to be here.”   

“It’s not my fault Lou. I couldn’t just leave. David was the one-”

“Can you stop making excuses for yourself? It is always something! It’s been years since you stopped showing up! You knew it was my first time as the lead and yet you couldn’t bother leaving a stupid dinner early when this night was planned for months. It’s like you don’t even care!” Louis’ voice breaks and tears threaten to spill. 

Harry is taken aback seeing the moisture in his eyes and softens his voice, “Of course I care, Lou.”

“Oh really? When was the last time you showed up to any of my performances? It’s like you’ve stopped trying and I'm the only one making efforts in this relationship.”

“Oh come off it Lou!” Harry can’t help but scoff. “You know my work is important and sometimes I have to stay up when there’s meetings and I rushed here as soon as I could-”

“So you don’t think my work’s important enough to show up?”

“Don’t twist my words.We’re adults and sometimes work gets in the way of things and I said I was sorry!”

“How many times Harry? I’m tired of this.”

“And I’m tired of fighting Lou. Let me take you out to dinner.”

“No, Harry. This time we’re gonna talk about it and we’re gonna fix the problem that has become this relationship.”

“I am not causing the problem here. You’re the one blowing this up out of proportion. I have apologised and I promise to show up next time.”

“You always do but it is always the same disappointment.”

“Well, if I am such a disappointment, why don’t you just get rid of me then?”

“What…what do you mean?” Louis’ afraid of the answer. 

Without thinking Harry shouts, “Break up with me then and you’ll never be fucking disappointed again!” 

Louis is stock still and all the fight drains out of him. Shit! Harry didn’t mean that. Louis calling him a disappointment had struck a nerve and Harry had lashed out. Fuck! He had to fix this!

“Lou, I didn’t mean,” he starts slowly but Louis cuts him off.

“Get out!” Louis spits out with clenched teeth trying to reel in the emotion and tears he knows are gonna spill any moment. 

“Lou I-”

“Harry. Leave. Please.” Something in his voice pushes Harry’s legs to move and he quietly shuts the door of Louis’ dressing room. What has he done? He can’t let the love of his life slip away like this. His own tears start to spill as he falls down against the wall beside the door with his head in his hands. He couldn’t dare actually leave. 

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[babyhoneyheslt]

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[glitterforashes]

𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐩 ; 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

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

𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 —

mildly obsessed with the uncertainty of ghost hunting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(y/n)?” “hm?” “you’re fuckin’ ugly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 —

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

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

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

apologized for weeks. it still makes you laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

“paint me like one of your french girls.”

loves watching horror movies with you.

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

“hey, girl. what’s the matter?”

holds you until you feel better and is very patient

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

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

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

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

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[ad0rebrial]

HIII ,HELLO, I was wondering if you could make Sal/Larry (separate or just one of them) reacting to the reader, possibly fem! Getting suspended for beating up someone who was saying rude things about the boys?

Larry would be SHOCKED.

You? Beating up someone? For him? Holy shit dude that’s like so sick and COOL.

He would definitely be in shock first but then he would freak out in joy before hell, you knocked someone out just because they made a Pinocchio joke about him like that’s a whole entire proposal right there for him.

He NEEDS AND GOTS TO BAG YOU-

As soon as he gets home he immediately dashes to your apartment cause WHAT?

He is asking you so many questions about the fight. Like—did you uppercut this person? Right or left hook them? DRAG THEM? Like you gotta tell him all the details about this.

Other than the giggles and laughs, he is touched by how you defended him over something like this. He’s heard that stupid joke for a long ass time and he grew to not care about it anymore but just hearing about you fighting someone over it just makes his heart warm up and beat faster.

Sal has been bullied a lot throughout his life and he has grown to ignore and just get over it. He’s heard a lot worser than whatever someone else has to say about him that he’s already cried over so…

But when someone made a joke OUTLOUD saying that he looked like Jason Vorhees without his mask and he saw you literally fold this person up like an omelette in the matter of seconds?? HOLY SHIT?

He is quick to grab ahold of you and prevent you from damn near killing the person and causing even more damage than you already did.

He’s sad when you got suspended but he is also very respectful of you for doing that. That insult was definitely something new but it wasn’t enough to hurt him that much. I guess you’re able to see how that could still affect his emotions. He felt good knowing that you did something like that just to make sure that he was okay even when you didn’t have too, he thanks you for that but encourages you to try another method of defending him because he doesn’t want you getting into more trouble…

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[lovebeatriceplz]

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

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

My Larry Johnson headcanons pt. 3 🧚

General and dating

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

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

- Enjoys comfortable silences.

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

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

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

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

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

- Snores like "honk shoo, honk shoo"

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

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

- He was a theatre kid ok🙄.

- Listens to Mother Mother.

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Silly little guy <3

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[thedevilinmybrain]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You want me."

#drabbles #larry

[multi-fandom-imagine]

-❛you feel like home to me.❜

A/n: Got Larry on the brain,

He wasn’t used too this….being taken care of.The man half expected that he would die alone, work himself to death is whet his mother would say, he thought that until you came along.

He was eating his meal as usual and you chose to sit down next to him. He didn’t know why, most strangers tended to avoid them. It’s not like he could blame them though, he was never really good around people but you, you were different.

You had a bright smile on your face, an Eevee sat upon your shoulder. You introduced yourself then your Pokémon. You talked a mile a minute, but he hung on every word. Once you left you said your goodbyes then rushed out of the little restaurant. He hoped to see you again and it was later that day he had found out you were a Pokémon nurse.

“How fitting.”

He started to drop by your little clinic whenever he could, you’d scolded him the first time for his injured Pokémon but you warmed up after that. You would teach him better remedies to help heal his little friends while he would cook for you and that little Eevee that seemed to always be perched upon your shoulder.

It did not take long for Larry to develop a crush on you. The man not knowing how to act around you now but you just smiled, grasping his hand gently and all of a sudden those nerves vanished.

That was a year ago but to him it felt like a life time and now he can’t imagine a day with out you. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze he pulled you to a stop. You head tipping to the side as you glanced up at him, confusion marrying your face.

“Y/n…you know how much you mean too me…I.”

Smiling you stood on your toes placing your hands one his cheeks as you pulled him in for a kiss. “I know Larry, you feel like home to me too.”

A small smile formed on his face as he let his arms pull you in close, breathing in your scent. He suddenly didn’t feel tired anymore.

He finally found his home.

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[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.”

#basically it begged to be written #drabbles #my drabbles #larry drabbles #larry #larry fic #hljournal #hledit #hlcreators #hlsource #tracksintheam #trackinghome #trackinghappily #my writing #larry ficlets #louis tomlinson #harry styles

[boosbabycakes28]

Love You To The Moon And To Saturn

Paring: Harry/Louis

Rating: kid fic, Drabble from Satellite, established relationship

Length: 20k

Written for: My readers who have so much love to Satellite, I had to thank them in a way.

Summary:

It’s been a bit over two years since Harry and Louis got together, Adam is now seven years old and life has been simply wonderful for their little family.

Today is Harry’s birthday, and Adam and Louis have some very special presents for him...

Thank you to @louisalarrie369 for the AI pics I used for the moodboard 🙏🏻🩵

#larry fic #fluff #drabble #kid fic #established relationship #so much fluff #thank you for the 1000 kudos 🙏🏻

[enchantedlandcoffee]

This drabble is based off of this meme that I posted earlier today in regards to the recent Harry video. I may post another part containing Harry's reply but wanted to post this now. Enjoy!

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Louis could not believe what he was seeing. He'd been scrolling through twitter checking the general reaction to AOTV when he stumbled across a video that was now scarred in his brain. A grainy paparazzi video of Harry kissing someone outside a grey van- well, he's not really sure you could call it kissing to be honest. Louis never really understood what the phrase 'sucking faces' meant, but now, after watching that video, it finally made sense.

What didn't make sense to him, however, was how Harry could live for 29 years, be an international popstar for 13 of those years and still not be able to kiss someone properly. He'd always thought Harry would be a good kisser- not that he'd imagined kissing Harry, no siree. He definitely hadn't fantasized about pushing Harry up against a wall and snogging him after a particularly long tour, or Harry getting down on his knees for him like he does during Girl Almighty, or about him in Louis' bed. Nope, definitely not. Louis just had the displeasure of sleeping in neighbouring hotel rooms with Harry during tours and, based on the noises on the rare occasions that Harry had met someone, he'd assumed that Harry was good at things beyond kissing.

Maybe all the younger boy needed was a helping hand. A patient person to help teach him the best ways to kiss.

He immediately pulled up his messages, scrolling down in an attempt to find a specific number.

"How long has it been since- a-hah! Found it!" He muttered to himself, cheering as he clicked on the conversation titled 'Haz'. He tapped his thigh in thought, mentally composing a message before he started typing.

Once he had the right words, he bit his tongue in concentration as his thumbs flew across the screen.

Harry, long time no see.

I've heard through the grapevine that you've been caught kissing someone by your car- not sure you could call it kissing though.

I figure that, as we're both in the same country, I'd offer up my services for kissing lessons.

Obviously in a strictly platonic way.

Let me know what you think.

#louis tomlinson #harry styles #louis tomlinson fic #harry styles fic #larry stylinson #larry stylinson fic #enchantedlandcoffee larry drabbles #larry drabbles #my fic

[tomlinsins]

Two possible angsty drabble prompts for you

“You’ve ruined this, how can you expect me to trust you again”

Or

“This is always how it was going to end.”

Angsty Drabbles!

“What? So you’re just gonna give up on us?”

“This is always how it was going to end. You knew my life was in London before we started this. And you belong in New York, Harry. We both knew I was just here for an exchange semester.”

“Sure, it started like that but didn’t it change for you?” 

Of course it did. Louis had fallen in love. But he wasn’t going to admit that. It was for both of their sakes. Better to be the bad guy and end it rather than make futile attempts at “making it work” that were just going to end up hurting the two of them.

“We were just having fun Harry,” Louis tried to be as nonchalant as possible, going against everything he felt just to give them both a clean break and reduce the hurt as much as he could. 

“Oh.” Harry looked as if he had been punched in the gut. “Right. Okay. I’ll leave you to your packing then. Have a safe flight Lou.” Harry tried to smile as he got up, moving towards the door. 

“Aren’t you going to come to the airport like we planned?” Louis didn’t care that his voice came out a bit desperate. He wanted to soak up every last second with Harry and prolong their goodbye as long as he could.

“No. I’m sorry Lou. I don’t think I could.” Harry once again tried to smile holding up the door.

“It’s okay. I understand.” Louis' voice soft as he tried to reciprocate Harry's smile. He wasn't sure he succeeded.

“Goodbye Lou.” Louis’ heart broke into a million pieces as Harry left, softly shutting the door behind him. It was for the best! He told himself once again. But this time the surety behind his words was dwindling.

#thank you so much for sending E!!! #hope you like it #<3333 #larry drabbles #inbox #my writing #angst outta my system

[continuouslarrybreakdown]

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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#ash's christmas drabble advent calendar #harry styles #hlcreators #louis tomlinson #hlficlibrary #larry stylinson

[newtabfics]

could i get some under the desk blowies for larry maybe? he works too hard and doesn't remember to take breaks and i think he'd be the type to be on a phonecall during?

OH FUCK YES HE WOULD LETS GO

His jaw clenched as he reached down, lightly grazing his hand over her hair as she swallowed down his cock. He was only half listening to the conversation as he watched her.

Y/N was eager to swallow and bob her head along his length, looking up at him as she squirmed under the desk.

"Fuck," he whispered instinctively.

"I know," the man on the other end said, agreeing. "It's why adjustments need to be made for the next quarter before we proceed with the project. I know your job as gym leader does put a dent in progress but if we make these financial adjustments, we could pull it off by year's end."

"Let's do it," he said simply. He tugged her hair so only the tip was being sucked between her lips. "I need more."

"Erm? More time, Si--"

He hung up and set the phone aside as he stood, pulling her out from under the desk. "I can't take it anymore. Pull your skirt up and bend over."

#ask request #ask me stuff #drabble #larry x fem!reader #larry the man #pokemon larry smut