I’m not the only one who remembers Playhouse Disney right? Charlie and Lola, JoJo’s Circus, Rolie Polie Olie, Handy Manny, imagination Movers, The Wiggles, Jungle Junction, Special Agent Oso, Little Einsteins, Higglytown Heroes, Bear In The Big Blue House, etc. Like I’m in my feeling right now you guys 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Especially over Charlie and Lola, I use to watch that show all the time when I was younger trying to copy their accents, while drinking pink milk 😂😭
Joe took you out for dinner, you had met through josh surprisingly enough.
He was being the gentleman that was; he pulled out your chair to sit upon, he offered you a drink and then by the end of the dinner out he payed for it all; as much as you refused he simply ignored you and continued to hand the waiter the money.
You two returned to Joes apartment. The night went on and it was now midnight, joe told you that you could stay the night. So you did.
And let’s just say cuddles and snuggles were shared.
My favorite bit of foreshadowing in this game is right during the opening cutscene, when Raz repeats the contents of the pamphlet, when the camera cuts to Oleander mouthing the words “and your father looks at you with shame in his eyes”.
The following is from the Li-Po pre-production documents. There is a very good chance that this is Morry’s official backstory, in accordance with the information presented in the game, but as per usual I recommend garnishing with a grain of salt.
It’s true, footballers are very careful about their appearance. It’s true, footballers like to give lessons. It’s true, footballers love social parties. It’s true, footballers love “big” car. It is true, footballers do not always put the French language in the honor. It’s true, footballers always want more money. It’s true, footballers love beautiful blondes. “Footballers sometimes do a little too much but it is not prevented from doing much.“[x]
Summary: In which (Y/N) is short compared to the boys (as a lot of us are), and she accumulates quite a few nicknames, and finds herself in some sticky situations due to it.
Dedicated to: The anon who requested this, I hope you enjoy lovely!!xo
It was a long running joke between the boys that even compared to Joe and Conor, the shortest two in their group, that you were absolutely tiny.
It wasn’t that you’d ever been considered short, in fact you’d prided yourself on your more than average height for so many years that suddenly being the smallest in the group by a significant amount made you feel a little strange.
You didn’t mind the teasing, in fact you encouraged it, and even once wore the highest heels you owned under a floor length summer dress to see how they’d react. Needless to say those shoes ended up in a bin on the side of a road in Dubai and you spent the evening being carried around by Caspar.
You and Conor had always had a special kind of chemistry which couldn’t exactly be explained. It’d been instant, since the day you first met even up until now, you knew eachother inside out and it proved to be the perfect basis to start a relationship upon.
When he’d first asked you out on a date, you were sure that it was some kind of prank. But when you agreed, in a bid to amuse the boys, the fact that you ended up on the top of the shard at a table with one of the most beautiful views of London, the possibility of the date being a prank diminished largely.
It was ironic, really; because after nine months of dating Conor finally revealed the thesis behind the first date idea. He wanted to take you to one of the tallest buildings in London, because he was sure that you were one of the shortest most of the time. You’d glared at him when he told you that, but you couldn’t help but laugh a little at the idea.
When it came to filming videos together, they always made a point of the fact that to even fit in the frame you had to boost yourself up with pillows. It was true though, you’d once filmed an entire video with them only to find out that only your forehead had been in shot. It was a devastating, yet hilarious turn of events.
Then, after months and months of teasing, the nickname aroused. It was something Conor had thrown around a few times playfully, and you were so used to just responding to the name that when the boys picked up on it: it wasn’t so much of an adjustment.
Josh decided that he didn’t want to be like the others, and so instead he used an alternate of the word and insisted on screaming it in public places to humiliate you.
Being called “small” wasn’t exactly an insult, and defiantly wasn’t too embarrassing when they all called you by that name in public, but Josh just insisted on taking it one step further and regularly screamed “tiny, where’d you go?!” whenever you were at busy attractions and happened to stray away from the boys.
Today, you and the boys were on holiday in LA. It wasn’t your first time, and you knew that it certainly wouldn’t be your last: but this time the boys wanted to do things, like visiting theme parks and go site seeing. Usually you’d just lounge in the pool outside your villa and then go out in the evenings, but of course, the boys had different plans.
Your shoe choice for the day hadn’t been the best, as it turned out. A theme park and slanted shoes did not equal happiness, and so after walking in pain for a good few hours, she finally caved and let the boys know how much pain she was in.
They weren’t mad, obviously, and Caspar seemed more than happy to carry you on his back for the rest of the day, pinching your cheeks and squealing, calling you his little backpack and ultimately making you blush.
Conor would’ve carried you, but you knew for a fact that he didn’t really enjoy it when he did, and so he was completely fine with Caspar carrying you around - anything to know Ethan you were no longer in any pain kept him content.
You did hop off and slide back into your shoes when they all wanted to go on a ride that you couldn’t, due to a health condition, and so you look after all of their valuables that they didn’t want to get wet or drop whilst you waited on one of the benches, scrolling through your twitter feed and reblogging a few pictures that fans had taken with you throughout the day so far.
You’d had to walk quite a distance from the ride to find an available seat, and so when the boys got off the ride and didn’t find you waiting for them, they immediately grew worried. Conor pulled out his phone and cursed under his breath when he remembered that he hadn’t yet changed the setting on your phone to work on American telephone signals yet and had only addressed the internet portion.
They all share a look of mutual worry and all split up, but within moments they all hear Josh’s booming voice, and they were sure that the rest of the park had too. “Tiny, where are you?!”
You look up from your phone and your eyes widen an inch, your cheeks glowing red as everyone around you looked around in confusion, wondering where the loud voice was coming from. You gather up all of your things and jog in the direction of the ride, glaring at the group of boys and looking around sheepishly. “Gods, Josh, could you shout any louder?”
Conor sighs in relief and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you quickly on the mouth and then once on the forehead as Josh rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Oh please, I could be so much louder than that if I needed to be. That’ll teach you not to tell us where you’re going.”
“I’m not six!” You exclaim, throwing your head back and laughing a little, especially when Oli makes a point out of waving his arms in the air and shouting ‘you may not be six, but you look it!’
These boys were nuisances, but they were your nuisances.
How about an Oli imagine where he’s been secretly dating y/n for a while but now he’s properly in love with her, he wants to introduce her to Joe and she’s super nervous because she knows Joe’s opinion matters to Oli?
A/N- this is so short im sorry. i also wrote this a while ago so if it’s crappy then sorry
“Y/n, please.” Your boyfriend, Oli, begged yet again.
“Oli, I’m just not sure.”
He had been trying to get you to meet Joe for that past week and a half. But you weren’t ready. You knew how much Joe’s opinion meant to Oli, and your worst nightmare was to disappoint the older man. Oli was your entire world and you couldn’t lose him due to the fact that you couldn’t impress his friend.
“What’s got you so worried love?” he asked, reaching for you hand. “He doesn’t bite.”
“I just…” you sighed.
Oli rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, signaling for you to continue.
“I know how much his opinion means to you,” you stared at the ground. “I just don’t want to lose you.”
He chuckled, “Joe’s opinion doesn’t mean anything to me. I couldn’t care less.”
You looked up at your boyfriend, “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not,” he smiles, putting a hand to your cheek.
“It matters and we both know it,” you whispered.
“How can I prove to you that I don’t care what he thinks,” he lifted your chin so you were forced to look at him.
You placed your hand on his, “Just promise me that I won’t lose you.”
“You couldn’t lose me if you tried,” he laughed, leaning down to kiss you.
It had been a week since your conversation with Oli, and he hadn’t brought it up since. You felt bad, but you just couldn’t bear to think about losing him. Ever since he spilled his Jack and Coke on your brand new red dress, you two had instantly clicked. That very same night he persuaded you to go get coffee with him the next day so he could repay you for the accident. After the coffee shop you two took a walk in the park, and the rest is history.
“Hey Oli?” you ask as you lean against his office door.
“What’s up babe,” he smiles, taking out his headphones.
“Do you have plans tomorrow?” you question, causing him to fully spin around in his chair.
“I don’t believe so, what’s up?”
“Let’s go out to lunch with Joe,” you smile.
“What?” he stood up. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you laughed.
“Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”
“Fine,” you waved him off. “If you don’t want to go, then we won’t go.”
“No! We’re going!”
Tomorrow came faster than you thought. You stood in your shared bedroom, pacing back and forth.
“Ready, love?” Oli asked, throwing on a jacket. “Y/n! We need to leave in 10 minutes.”
You turned around, “I have nothing to wear!”
He exhaled, “He won’t care, please just get ready.”
“You choose,” you huffed in defeat as you sat on the edge of the bed.
“Fine,” he agreed, walking over to the open closet.
“Wear this… with this!” he threw you a cute sundress and a nice denim jacket.
“Oh, right!” he bent down to look at the selection. After a few moments of pondering, he handed you a pair of short, tan gladiator sandals.
“Now get ready!” he yelled as he made his way back to the living room.
After you put on Oli’s outfit of choice, you two headed to the restaurant.
“Don’t be nervous, I’ll be right here the entire time.” he squeezed your hand as you two entered the cozy Italian restaurant.
“Hey mate, sorry we’re late.” Oli said, hugging Joe.
“No worries!” he smiled and looked at you. “You must be the lovely Y/n.”
“Hi,” you smiled, hugging the older man.
“So, how have you been Joe?” Oli started the conversation.
“Great! I had a photo shoot with Zoe yesterday, it was pretty cool.”
“For SuggLife?” you asked, but immediately regretted it.
What else would it be for, you dumbass?
“Yeah!” he said. “But I hate to bore you with my job, which you probably know plenty about. So, what’s the story behind the girl who captured by best mates heart.”
You chuckled, “Nothing special here.”
“Oh please! You know loads about me, time it switch it up.”
And so you did. You told him about your childhood, where you went to college, your summer trip to Barcelona and how your relationship with Oli had changed your life.
After a few more awkward moments, completely on your part, the conversation was smooth sailing. By the end of lunch, you had both of them laughing.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom before we leave,” you smiled, kissing Oli on the cheek as you stood up.
As you and Oli parted ways with Joe, you smiled. “So what did he say about me?”
He grabbed your hand, swinging it back and forth. “He likes you and thinks that you’re perfect for me… not that I care.”