#larry drabble

[enchantedlandcoffee]

My Other Half

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

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

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

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

"You in bed still, Haz?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, love."

"Am I really your other half?"

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

--

For @babyhoneyheslt

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

[lunarheslwt]

Drabble: Louis has a bad day, Harry is always there for him

“Louis?”

Louis said nothing, letting the cupboard door shut with a slight bang, immediately opening another and rummaging through the contents with less grace than he was arsed to have.

“Where is it,” he muttered to himself, closing the door with a huff and stomping over irately to the drawers and pulling them open with force, making the contents of it rattle.

“Babe?”

“Fuck, where the fuck is it?”

“Baby.”

“What, Haz, what?!” Louis snapped, back still turned against him, shutting the drawer noisily, wincing at the brashness of both his tone as well as the drawer shutting.

Harry, ever so patient, simply asked, “what are you looking for?”

Louis crossed his arms, and very nearly stomped out of frustration, too. “My tea bags. Where the fuck have they vanished to?”

He heard footsteps inch closer to him, and then a tin being picked up and set back down. “Right here, on the countertop, where you left it this morning, babe. Sit down, and I’ll make you a cuppa?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I can do it myself,” Louis bit out, grabbing the tin and trudging over to the kettle in a strop. He heard Harry sigh, and then there was a warm presence behind him, familiar. Strong arms were wrapping around his waist and pulling him back into a steady chest, and despite the instinct to melt into the embrace, Louis remained tense. The emotions rising up in him were bitter and ugly, to allow himself to indulge in such a sweet feeling. In sweet, unbearably patient Harry.

“What’s wrong, Lou?” Harry asked in a murmur, resting his forehead against his back. Almost unfairly, Louis felt his eyes burn. This was stupid. Childish, even, to throw a fit over nothing.

“Nothing,” he replied tightly, fighting the urge to fidget, wanting to break away from the secure grasp, maybe go silently scream and cry in the bathroom.

“Baby,” Harry whispered, in that same disarming tone again, gentle and insistent. Instead of a pressing question, Louis felt him press tiny kisses across his clothed back, up his shoulder, pausing. Louis waited, clenching and unclenching his fists to keep his emotions in check.

Louis felt the breath hit his ear before Harry even spoke a word. “I’ve got you, you know that.”

Harry’s arms squeezed his middle a little, before a soft kiss was being pressed into the side of his neck. Louis blinked furiously, hating the way his throat tightened, worse when Harry continued murmuring lowly, “You’re my very love and there’s nothing you ever have to face alone.”

Stupid Harry. Stupid stupid Harry and his stupid words-

“So, talk to me,” he pleaded, lingering kisses traced up to the shell of his ear, making him weak, chipping away at the restraint. He let out a shaky sigh, and Harry pet his tummy in response. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

Louis was silent for a moment, not trusting his voice. Harry’s calm and even breaths were like an elixir.

“It’s fucking Anderson,” he finally relented, cursing himself as his voice cracked, fighting tears defiantly.

“Mmm,” Harry hummed sympathetically, kissing his cheek, swaying him slightly. “Is he being a dick again?”

“When isn’t he,” Louis muttered darkly, letting himself sag a little against Harry. “He makes me feel like I’m not meeting my mark constantly, and just.”

“That’s bullshit, Lou, you know that, don’t you?” Harry asked, rubbing his nose against his neck affectionately. “You work so fucking hard- too hard, even, and I’d know- he’s just an egoistic wanker. It’s the power, don’t let him get to you.”

Louis shrugged jerkily, words hoarse when he said, “maybe he’s right.”

“No he isn’t,” Harry said firmly, leaving no room for argument. “He isn’t.”

Louis just shrugged again, sniffling.

“Baby, you’re wonderful,” Harry affirmed, lips grazing the nape of his neck, “and Anderson is lucky to have you.”

“Don’t wanna talk about work, it was shit,” Louis sighed, finally bringing his arms up to cover Harry’s. “How was your day?”

“S’ alright,” Harry sighed against his cheek. “Missed you.”

Louis laughed wetly in surprise, fondness cracking through his pent-up irateness. “You’re ridiculous.”

Harry hummed, not denying it. “C’mere,” he said softly, turning him around. Louis hesitated to meet his eyes, ashamed of his little tantrum, most of all because Harry did not deserve to be at the end of it. But when his face was being nudged up with a hand, which then fit against the side of his face lovingly, he found nothing but overwhelming affection in the eyes that he had grown to adore over the years.

Harry tilted his head up, and kissed his forehead tenderly. Louis shuddered, gripping onto Harry’s sides like he refused to let go of the stability he offered.

“Baby,” he said, and then kissed his nose, making him scrunch it, feeling pleasant warmth flood his cheeks. Harry was looking at him, a small smile already making him forget the hellish day he had.

“Let me take care of you, hmm?” he asked, capturing his lips in a sweet, long kiss. Louis sighed against him, closing his eyes. Harry’s insistent lips and ever present warmth was impossible to resist, and he was weak for it. The thumb caressing the side of his neck already was working like a charm.

“Okay.”

Kinda got too long for a drabble oops. Prompt from @me-writes-prompts list of soft prompts which I adore so much!

#my drabbles #my wrtitng #larry drabble #drabbles #larry fic #hlcreators #hljournal #hlficlibrary #hledit #hltracks #hlsource #tracksintheam #trackinghome #trackinghappily #fluff #Larry

[louisthiccsexyglitteryass]

Drabble (sfw); Louis panics because he doesn't know what flowers to get Harry.

Harry woke up to an empty bed, which wasn't unusual, necessarily, but strange.

Louis was usually there when he woke up, and if he wasn't, Harry would know in advance. But today Louis wasn't there, and his side of the bed was cold. No note, no message.

So naturally the best thing was to go back to sleep. His husband would turn up eventually.

As expected, he woke up to Louis slipping into bed beside him again, wincing when Harry woke up.

"Go back to sleep, love." Louis murmurs, pecking his cheek.

"Where were you?" Harry asks, sitting up, his voice heavy with sleep.

Louis explains something about someone having a crisis, which is when he notices the several bunches of flowers at the end of their bed.

Once his husband sees him looking he blushes, face turning that adorable pink Louis doesn't let Harry tease him floor.

"Lou? Why is there-"

"Uh, well. After Niall's crisis I didn't want to just come home so I was gonna buy you flowers... But then I realised I don't actually know what flowers you like so I may of just bought them all?"

"Dork." Harry says fondly, kissing Louis quickly. "I love you."

#larry stylinson #drabble #writeblr #creative writing #larry stylinson fanfic #fluff piece #quick drabble #i found this in my drafts #hope you enjoy #louis tomlinson #harry styles #larry fic #larry drabble

[theeliampayne]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#thanks for the prompt! #larry drabble #louis tomlinson #harry styles

[pleasing-louis]

forever is composed of nows

Written for @martisgotaproblem

There was one time of the year that Louis loved more than any other. It came on the heels of autumn, slowly at first in frosted blades of grass and misty mornings and then swept over the countryside in sheets of freshly fallen snow glinting in the sunlight. With its arrival came the glow of multi-colored strings of lights strung from the eaves of every home and a magic in the air that filled the lungs of awe-inspired pups craning their necks to take in the festive displays.

Harry and Louis spend Christmas Day together.

#larry drabble #holiday fic #blouis #top harry #bottom louis #fluff and smut #my fics

[babyhoneyheslt]

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

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

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

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

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

Same lips red, same eyes blue

Same white shirt, couple more tattoos

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

Tastes so sweet, looks so real

Sounds like something that I used to feel

But I can't touch what I see

We're not who we used to be

We're not who we used to be

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

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

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

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

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#harry styles #larry stylinson #harry and louis #louis and harry #larry drabble #drabbles

[surrowndedbylights]

God, I'm missing you and your addictive heart

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

Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#larry stylinson #larry drabble

[tanktoplinson]

“Styles.”

Harry cursed himself for not checking who could be knocking on his door at 2 AM in the morning before opening the door. Pissing his neighbor off has been on the books for the past couple of nights. But Louis should’ve seen it coming.

“Tomlinson.”

Harry replied with smug smile, hoping he appears to be as calm as possible, “We’re not on first name basis yet, I see. ‘Such a shame because I’ve heard too much to put up with such formalities.”

Louis looks down, mirroring the same smirk offered by the man in front of him. A statement that says so little revealed so much. For a split second, Harry wondered what it would be like to wipe that smirk off his face and have those lips scream his name instead.

“Babe, if you wanted a man to come to you after midnight so badly, you really didn’t need ABBA to let me know.”

or an au where harry styles shares a wall with louis tomlinson, the most popular football player in the university—who never fails to have aggressive sex with his hookups disturbing him every midnight. right on the dot. he retaliates with blasting abba’s gimme gimme gimme (a man after midnight), which has worked to for the last two weeks.. well until it didn’t.

#larry drabble #larry fic #my fic #can someone please write this #i want to read it #or maybe i will #but then ill abandon it anyway bc that’s what happens every single time #CRIES

[djtommotomlinson]

I wrote this just now while listening to Little Freak. Larry softeness during quarantine I guess. 

Tracksuit and a ponytail

Harry smiles as Clifford comes to rest his head in his lap. “One sec,” Harry tells the dog, who seems content to just relax there for a bit.

 “Ouch,” Louis twists his head and Harry tuts at him.

 “Can you keep still for five seconds?” Harry mutters.

 “Nope,” Louis says, popping his ‘p’. Harry knows he’s grinning to himself and he rolls his eyes. He resumes combing his fingers through Louis’ hair, wrapping the hair tye around and securing it in a short ponytail.

 “How’s that?” he asks, moving back on his knees.

 Louis rolls his neck as if Harry’s had him in some kind of headlock for the past few seconds and turns around, tilting his head. “You tell me?”

 He crosses his legs under him, and Harry thinks he looks so impossibly cuddly and soft in his grey tracksuit and hoody, with his slightly messy ponytail. Harry can’t help but lean forward and kiss him, jostling Clifford, who makes a little huffing sound before curling up on the floor instead.

 “Very cute,” Harry says against Louis’ mouth. He cups Louis’ cheek with one pink and yellow painted hand and Louis smiles, eyes crinkling with it.

 Louis sits up and leans down to pick up the guitar leaning against the sofa, sitting it in his lap. He makes a little appreciative noise. “That’s much better actually, not in me way anymore. Thanks.”

 Harry smiles. “You’re welcome,” he says, sitting back against the cushions so his legs are either side of Louis. “So, what are you gonna play for me?”

 Louis huffs out a laugh. “Who says I’m playing anything for you?” He looks up at Harry’s pout. “Okay, okay, I’m working on this song - ”

 “Is it about me?” Harry asks with a big stupid smile on his face as he watches Louis strum the first chord.

 Louis laughs again. “They usually are, love.”

#larry #larry drabble #larry fic #i mean its just harry tying up louis' hair lools #tracksuit and a ponytail #300 words i just needed to get on a word doc #shrug

[enchantedlandcoffee]

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

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

“Everything okay?”

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

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

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

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

“Wait.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#larry fanfic #louis tomlinson #harry styles #larry stylinson #larry #one direction #larry drabble #enchantedlandcoffee larry drabbles #my fic

[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.”

#sally face #fanfiction #fluff #sally face x reader #larry johnson #larry johnson x reader #humor #indie horror game #indie #x reader #drabble #dumb teenage boys #dumb teenage girl #marijuana lol #smoking #trauma

[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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[theeliampayne]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Prompt from @enchantedlandcoffee

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

It was cold out, though - especially for spring.

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

Harry hadn't been so lucky, though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Any time, love."

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

#absolutely loved this prompt #couldn't help myself #larry drabble

[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

#i finished this in my lunch time #i probably should be studying hsb lol😭 #WAIT I HAVE A MATHS TEST AFTER YHIS?? #Bro #i don't even have a protractor😧 #wth am i gonna do #kmt #Larry Johnson #larry johnson x you #larry johnson sally face #larry Johnson hcs #larry johnson headcanons #sally face #sal fisher #sally face x reader #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson #larry johnson fluff #larry johnson fanart #sally face fanart #sally face hcs #sally face drabble #larry johnson x fem reader

[babyhoneyheslt]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#harry styles #larry stylinson #harry and louis #louis and harry #larry drabble #Drabbles #cute

[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?”

#this is based on a screenshot I saw #my drabbles #larry drabbles #larry ficlet #my writing #hlcreators #hljournal #hlsource #hledit #trackinghome #trackinghappily #larry #larry stylinson