Dari!

Request something! They’re always open! Fic account for tooyoungngolden1 I post all of my fics on here as well as Ao3 and take requests! My messages are always open and I’ll alway try and respond!

[tooyoungngolden]

Can someone please help me find this one specific fic before I lose my fucking mind. I’ve literally been searching for it for weeks and I cannot find it!!! I’m gonna cry atp.

It’s a Stray Kids pack fic- Ot8 I’m pretty sure. Alpha Chan, Jisung and Changbin I think? Omega Felix and Minho and beta Hyunjin I think?. I cannot remember the others🥹 Felix wants to come off his suppressants to get back into a regular schedule around Hyunjin’s birthday. Hyunjin feels left out and some mean words get exchanged behind his back making him considering leaving the pack. He starts suppressing his scent until it gets painful. He’s been sleeping in the studio for a week and has to do a Vlive alone on his bday where he reads some mean comments about his status- making his thoughts about leaving worse. So he goes back to the dorms to get his stuff when Chan finds him, asks where he’s been and Hyunjin breaks down- confessing about wanting to leave the pack when Innie hears and starts crying. They all end up in the pack bedroom where apologies are said and it’s a happy ending. Hyunjin is happy and everyone’s happy.

EXCEPT ME COS I CANNOT FIND THIS FIC. pls help. I’m pretty sure it has a weird name? Maybe Greek? I don’t know I just need help. Pls.

[tooyoungngolden]

Can someone please help me find this one specific fic before I lose my fucking mind. I’ve literally been searching for it for weeks and I cannot find it!!! I’m gonna cry atp.

It’s a Stray Kids pack fic- Ot8 I’m pretty sure. Alpha Chan, Jisung and Changbin I think? Omega Felix and Minho and beta Hyunjin I think?. I cannot remember the others🥹 Felix wants to come off his suppressants to get back into a regular schedule around Hyunjin’s birthday. Hyunjin feels left out and some mean words get exchanged behind his back making him considering leaving the pack. He starts suppressing his scent until it gets painful. He’s been sleeping in the studio for a week and has to do a Vlive alone on his bday where he reads some mean comments about his status- making his thoughts about leaving worse. So he goes back to the dorms to get his stuff when Chan finds him, asks where he’s been and Hyunjin breaks down- confessing about wanting to leave the pack when Innie hears and starts crying. They all end up in the pack bedroom where apologies are said and it’s a happy ending. Hyunjin is happy and everyone’s happy.

EXCEPT ME COS I CANNOT FIND THIS FIC. pls help. I’m pretty sure it has a weird name? Maybe Greek? I don’t know I just need help. Pls.

[stay-armycrtz]

Sugar and spice- with everything nice

I am officially back! I’ve been away for a longg time and am now officially putting my work back out there! I’ve moved over from my Styles account and am now here- mad crazy for everything Kpop and my boys! 

You’ll soon be able to see which fandoms I’m mad about and I will also make a new master list- as soon as I figure out how to work this app again! 

Without further ado! Here’s Sugar and spice- with everything nice. Bang Christopher Chan version! 

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Y/N shoves another tray of chocolate chip muffins into her beloved oven, slamming the door closed with a huff once the tray was placed down on the shelf. The noise that squeezes it was past her lips borders on a small growl and her normally well loved kitchen shivers in response to the noise. Y/N moves away from the oven and leans over the kitchen counter, placing her head in her hands and massaging at her temples- the ever present headache she’d had since her and Chan had started arguing had slowly been getting worse. These are not the sounds she usually makes in her kitchen, never banging and huffing around. Y/N’s happy place has always been her kitchen, it’s somewhere she smiles without even realising it, where she sways her hips to the beat of Stray Kids or 3RACHA songs without even realising what she’s doing, all the while food sizzles in pans and delicious smells flood their home.

Today, Y/N is anything but happy. Today, Y/N’s face is pinched up into a permanent scowl rather than the happy/pleased smile she usually wears in her kitchen. No music plays and even if it did Y/N was in absolutely no mood to be dancing around the kitchen. Not a single word had worked it’s way past her lips since Chan has left hours ago.

She’s just wasting time. She knows exactly what she’s doing- there’s papers sitting in her desk in her office. Papers that she really should be grading- her student are eventually going to need them back. But here she stands, glowering at her kitchen instead. Baking. Angrily. Any chance that she may have had at focusing at her work was long gone, and had been- the second that they had started fighting.

“Oh, I could kill him,” Y/N growls into the quiet of the room as she snatches up the mixing bowl she had just finished using, she looks down at the bowl, debating if she could be bothered to clean them again. She shakes her head, deciding to just get another one from the cupboard by the sink. She had several sets for this purpose- well, not this purpose- so that she can keep baking, without needing to constantly clean, for special occasions like Christmas or their birthdays. Chan has always made sure that she had loads of baking equipment to use.

Y/N drags another set of bowls out from the cupboard and places them on the side to start mixing together another batch of cake batter. This time she decides she’s going to use dark chocolate because she knows that Cham prefers milk chocolate. He had always preferred the milk over any other kind of chocolate.

It’s not very often that her and Chan fight, it’s not. But when they do… they can be ridiculous, sometimes their fights only last a few house, sometimes days. This time it’s the latter kind of fight. Y/N’s not even sure where Chan is right now, she thinks he’s probably at the gym, more than likely he’s at the studio. Those are the places that he usually goes when he storms off, it’s Chans own way of clearing his head- just like the kitchen usually is for Y/N.

When Y/N’s phone vibrates on the kitchen counter, she snatches it up- uncaring of the flour that she’s getting all over the device, only to realise that the notification is another email from one of her students asking about one of the assignments. Not a single message from Chan, he’s being stubborn now, not even texting her to let her know where he is and when exactly he plans on showing his face and actually coming home. To be fair, Y/N’s being exactly the same, she hasn’t messaged Chan all day either. And she certainly isn’t going to be the first one to cave and give in, she’s not going to be the first one to message him. She throws her phone back onto the counter and moves back to the cake batter, she picks the bowl up and starts spooning the batter into cake cases, waiting to be able to put them into the oven.

Y/N decides that since she’s done everything else from scratch she might as well make the frosting for the cakes from scratch as well, it’ll take longer- not that the frosting will take long to make, it’s just a little extra time she doesn’t have to think the argument she’s having with Chan. The fact that the frosting only takes an extra 10 minutes to make frustrates her to no end, and she slams the spatula that she had been using down on the counter. It’s really not fair, the spatula and her poor kitchen hadn’t done anything wrong and here she was, taking her frustrations out on her kitchen.

She’s in the middle of frosting the first batch of cakes when she hears the front door open. Y/N actually feels how her spine stiffens and she turns her body just enough that she can’t see him coming down the hallway. She can tell that it’s Chan regardless on if she can see him or not, the sound of his front door keys hitting the glass bowl to the side of the door and the sound of him slipping of his shoes- them being left to lay in a semi neat pile just inside as familiar as her own breath.

Y/N glances up, listening out over her shoulder for Chan in the hallway, she can hear him coming, he’s walking slower than he normally would, and he doesn’t even stop or say anything when he enters the kitchen. Anger wells up in Y/N chest, the silent treatment that they had with each other had finally reached its limit, for her anyways.

“Are you kidding me?” Y/N shouts as she spins around to look at Chan, her jaw set tight as she clenches her teeth, her small fists clenched down at her sides. “Not a single word?”

Chan, earphone in his ears, just stands there for a few seconds, staring at her. Just like Y/N thought he’d been at the gym, his gym bag sat near his feet, a small towel rapped around his neck, hair damp- Y/N’s going to assume his showered. Of course, he looks amazing, standing there all sexy, muscles bulging out of his gym shirt, hair ruffled. God damn Bang Christopher Chan for being so sexy when all Y/N wanted to do was be mad at him.

Before Chan even takes his earphones out of his ears, he shakes his head, “You didn’t say anything to me either Y/N,” he growls in response to her comment,

“And how exactly would you know,” she counters, he’s not wrong. She didn’t. “Maybe I did, how would you know when you had your earphones in!”

Chan blinks at her, shaking his head again, “You didn’t though, and I was only listening to some music,”

“That’s…” she huffs again, “That’s not the point and you know it!” She clenches her teeth again, fists clenching even tighter down by her legs, “And where have you been?” She questions back. Chan looks down at his gym clothes and then back at Y/N, as though the answer should’ve been obvious enough that she shouldn’t have needed to ask.

“The gym,” he grunts back, “I’m going to get changed,”

“And I suppose it would’ve killed you to pick up the phone and at least text me, or call?” She shouts at him before he can even move.

“It’s not like you called or texted me either is it Y/N!” Chan shouts right back,” You didn’t seem that interested in knowing where I was either,”

Chan’s right. Y/N knows that he’s right. He’s not right about Y/N not wanting to know where he was, she had wanted to at least know that. Y/N was very interested in knowing where he’d been the last couple of hours, she was just being stubborn- not wanting to cave and text him first. It was silly, she knows that. It was silly and immature, but Y/N’s sure as hell not going to admit that.

Y/N doesn’t know when she does it, hasn’t got a single clue why she picks one up but her hand reaches for a frosted cupcake and then all of a sudden she’s shoving it into Chan’s face. Chan gasps as the cupcake makes contact with his face, the cupcake crumbles to pieces and falls to his feet on the floor. Crumbs fall down onto the front of his t-shirt, the salted caramel frosting that Y/N had decided on smeared across his cheek down to his chin.

With the remains of a cupcake falling down his shirt, Chan just stands there, his mind not quite grasping what Y/N had just done. He’s half confused, not sure on what’s just happened and how the hell he’s meant to respond. Chan reaches up to wipe the frosting off his face but his hand never touches his skin to get rip of the sticky mess.

Y/N has absolutely no idea what in the hell made her decide to do that, she can’t take it back now, she’s not even sure if she would take it back. Chan’s reaction-or lack there of- is so funny that Y/N doubles over, laughing. She can’t help it, she definitely shouldn’t be laughing. It was extremely immature or her but she couldn’t help herself, and Chan didn’t look like he was finding the funny side of the whole situation.

“I’m…I’m so-“ Y/N stutters out, she can’t decide if she should wrap her arms around herself or cover her mouth to stop the flow of giggles from coming out. “I’m sorry, Chan! I don’t know what… I’m so sorry!”

Licking at his lips, Chan can taste some of the caramel frosting that she had decided to use, he nods his head slowing making his way towards her, his slow approach makes Y/N back up further into the kitchen, she’s really not sure what Chan’s response is going to be.

“Chan, no I…” Y/N doesn’t even know how she can explain what she just did, let alone try and justify it, if also doesn’t help matters that she’s still laughing. “It was funny! A little. You would’ve done the same thing!”

It takes Y/N’s back hitting the counter top on the other side of the kitchen for her to realise that Chan had backed her that far into the kitchen. Chan nods his head again, a little nod and a sarcastic little smirk works it’s way onto his face. Chan reaches behind Y/N, and before she can even realises what’s happening, a full measuring cup of flour is being poured over he head, falling into her hair and down onto her shoulder.

“OH!” She shrikes,

Chan steps back and crosses his arms, smirk still ever present on his beautiful face, “See? I can be funny too.”

Now as well as cupcake crumbs being all over the floor of her kitchen there was a whole measuring cup of flour, and now instead of what was genuine laughter coming from her mouth only moments before, Chans laughter was anything but.

For the exact same reason that Chan didn’t find it funny, Y/N doesn’t either. She can’t even remember why she found it so funny in the first place. And now, instead of just being angry at Chan, Y/N was seething. And instead of going about the argument in a mature adult way, she looks along her counter top for something that she can throw back at Chan. There’s still some left over cake batter in one of the mixing bowls on the counter top, just sitting there, just waiting for her to pick it up. Right there. Right where she was standing. Y/N scoops up a handful of batter and tries to fling it at Chan, only to have her hand caught mid-air, most of the cake batter ends up on the floor- joining the cake crumbs and flour- Chan does however, need to quickly jerk his head to the side to miss getting what’s left of the batter in his face. He gets some, but instead of getting it all, he only gets a small splatter of batter across his cheek, joining the already smeared frosting.

“What the hell has gotten into you today!” Chan asks, shaking his head as if that would remove some of the batter from his cheeks.

“You!” Y/N exclaims, pulling at her hand to try and get out of Chans hold, “You’ve gotten into me!”

“Yeah,” Chan huffs as he drops Y/N wrist and steps back away from her, “You wish,”

A gasp works it’s way up Y/N throat, squeezing past her lips, she’s not sure if it’s because of what Chan said, the way he said it, or if it’s even the way he let go of her hand and backed up. She all of a sudden doesn’t want what’s happening to carry on, she wants Chan to hold her. Not even 2 seconds ago she was trying her hardest to get out of his grip, but now, she’d give anything to be back in his arms. To hell with this argument, she doesn’t care who’s right or wrong, Y/N just wants this to be over.

Chan’s whole attitude has shifted too, it’s subtle- but it’s there. His eyes has softened and his lips are now slightly turned down into a frown instead of pressed together in a hard line. His entire posture, instead of trying to get away from Y/N, seems just about ready to comfort her, or seek some form of comfort from her.

They both stand there, staring at each other- Chan’s face covered in frosting and cake batter, and Y/N covered in flour, cake batter dripping from her hand. All of a sudden Y/N’s throwing her self into Chan’s arms- or Chan’s lunging at her- either way, there both a complete and utter mess, and all over each other.

Messy hands and all, Y/N gets a tight grip on Chan’s hair and pulls him closer to her, her legs moving up to wrap around his, Chans hands fitting snugly around her ass. It doesn’t even matter that their making each other even messier, the combination of cake batter, flour and frosting getting everywhere. Y/N would spend everyday like this, if she could.

“Oh my god,” Y/N groans against Chans lips, already breathless, “you taste amazing, Chan,”

“Mmh,” Chan’s hands grip Y/N’s ass even tighter, lifting her up a little higher so her legs can wrap around his waist completely, “cause’ your baking is amazing,”

Y/N huffs a small laugh into their next kiss, “Not what I meant,”

Chan laughs back, “I know, still the truth though,”

Y/N no longer in the mood for their arguing, shrugs her shoulders, allowing Chan to move backwards in the kitchen and drop her onto the counter. She complains at this, all of her measuring cups, bowls and bags of different ingredients go crashing to the floor.

“My cakes!” She shouts, “watch my cakes,”

Chan nods his head, even as he begins to draw Y/N top up and off her body, only stopping to answer her when the offending piece of clothing is up and off her body, dropped onto the floor.

“I can see your cakes,” he growls back at her, voice heated. “Now stay still,”

A small whimper falls from her lips, goosebumps rise all over her skin, even with the whole house being nice and toasty with all of the baking that she had been doing all day. Y/N can’t help it, not with way that Chan’s talking to her. Chan drags his fingers down her throat and front, his fingers grazing over her nipples through the lace of her bra and she arches into his touch, her whole body coming alive.

Chan leans down, licking at the skin above the top of her bra, Y/N can feel how wet she’s becoming. Her whole core tingling, wanting Chan to touch her. Needing Chan to touch her. Chan reaches up behind Y/N and unclasps her bra, it falls lose around her tits and Chan drags it down completely, it swiftly joining her top on the floor. Chan starts mouthing at her chest, the skin rolled between his lips, his teeth lightly grazing over her nipple, just enough for her to arch her whole body into his touch, her core clenching and flooding with wetness.

Y/N reaches out and grips Chan’s chin, pulling him up and slamming her lips to his, a resounding moan works it’s way past Chan’s lips as Y/N works her way down his neck, mouthing and nipping at the skin she can reach from her position on the counter. There’s already pretty red marks blooming underneath the skin that she’s nibbling on. Chan let’s out a small whimper, Y/N pulling him closer so she can grind down on his leg, trying her absolute hardest to get some form of friction against her core.

“Fuck,” Chan groans into her ear, “gonna fuck you right here… right in your kitchen,”

Of course he is. And of course Y/N wants him too, wants him to take her where she sits. And she sure as hell isn’t going to say anything to stop Chan’s train of thought or argue with him.

There close enough now that when Y/N slips her hand down Chan’s front her hand automatically searches for his cock so she can wrap her hand around his head. She finds him quick enough, hand gripping him as he begins sucking his own marks into the skin of her neck. Chan had always loved marking her up, loved seeing the small round marks all over her skin.

Y/N’s fingers work over Chan’s head, his eyes widening, mouth going slack, his groans and whimpers muffled into the skin of her neck. Y/N grins at his response a small huff of a laugh working its way out of her mouth. Chan’s own lips curl up into his own smirk when he looks up at her.

“You think your funny, don’t you?” He grins at her, Y/N shrugs her shoulders in response, “I think you’re a brat,”

Chan reaches up and tugs at the hair at the base of her neck, pulling her head so that she’s looking up at him. Chan bends down and starts sucking on her neck again, nibbling at the skin. No doubt leaving even more marks that Y/N will most likely flush over when she looks at herself in the mirror later.

“Chan… daddy,” Y/N groans, it sounds more like a whine, both to her ears and Chan’s, “I…”

“You what, Y/N?”

There is not a single word or response that Y/N can think of that is an appropriate answer to what Chan is asking. She does however know that she can do more for Chan than just sitting in the kitchen counter looking pretty, kissing at his neck, but as soon as she tries to slide of the counter top to get down on her knees in front of him, Chan grips at her hips to keep her positioned on the counter.

“Where do you think your going?” Chan asks as soon as she tries to move herself of the counter top, “I thought I told you to stay still?”

Without even waiting to hear what she has to say in response, Chan’s yanking at her leggings, pulling them down her legs with enough strength that Y/N has to lean back and grip the edge of the counter so that she doesn’t fall off. Once the legging were down her legs they also get thrown into the collected pile of her clothes on the floor. Chan bends down and bites up her thighs, being less than gentle about the marks he was probably leaving. Chan reaches the apex of her thigh and noses at her through her panties, breathing in deeply, he groans deep in his chest at her scent.

“You smell so good baby,” Chan groans into her skin, he pulls her panties to spine side and runs his tongue up her centre to her clit, Y/N whines, her head falling back, hitting the cupboard behind her head. Chan’s still bent down, head buried in her core, tongue still running up and down, trying to taste as much of her as he can. Chan lifts his head, still tonguing at her and smirks at how wrecked she looks. Huffing out a laugh at how quickly he was able to bring her to the edge in such a short amount of time. Y/N grins back at him, her hand training down and gripping in his hair, pulling him up her body and slamming her lips against his, letting her tongue explore his mouth. Tasting herself in Chan’s mouth she slides her way down the counter, her body grinding against Chan’s the whole way down so that she’s standing next to Chan.

The second Y/N’s feet touch the floor, the second before she can sink down onto the knees in front of him and get Chan’s delicious cock into her watering mouth, Chan’s turning her around and shoving her over the counter she was just sitting on. Bending her over so her ass is sticking out, he lands a quick swat to her left cheek.

“Don’t even think about moving pet,” Chan growls out as he bends down to bite at the skin on the base of her neck, Y/N groans, her pussy flooding with so much wetness she’s pretty sure she can feel it leaking down her thighs.

“Don’t wanna,” Y/N whines back at Chan, attempting to stand back up, she doesn’t get very far before Chan is shoving her back down- holding her there this time- and landing two more smacks to her ass, he growls, really not in the mood for her to be even a little disobedient right now.

“Stay fuckin’ still. I mean it Y/N,”

There’s already bring red hand marks blossoming across the cheek where Chan had decided to spank her, he doesn’t mind – neither does she- clearly loving the expense of red marks that he’s leaving against her beautifully pale skin. Y/N whimpers, legs shaking as Chan slowly drags his hands over the marks,

“See baby, all you had to do was listen,” he coos, she knows by the tone of his voice his not the least bit sorry about the marks on her skin, “just listen, and then daddy wouldn’t have had to spank you,”

She knows he’s right. He’d probably been right all along, this however, is the only situation that she would willingly agree with him,

“Know daddy, didn’t wanna though,” she murmurs back to him.

“I’m fully aware of that fact let,” Chan says into her skin, his hand gently running over her soft ass, “are you going to listen now?” He question, his grip slacking that was still holding her down.

“Yes. Please,” she whines back, pushing her ass out into his hand, Chan lowers his hand, just enough that his fingers are running over her sopping core, she whines again, pushing harder so that his fingers push into her.

“Oh god,” Y/N whines again when Chan moves his down to push against her opening, “Chan…”

Chan responds by shoving his fingers into her, pulling yet another wine out of her mouth, this only makes Chan shove his fingers in harder, faster. Once again bringing her close to the edge she was tethering on earlier.

Chan keeps it up, shoving his fingers in and out of her, working his way up to two before she even realises what his doing. Y/N whines and groans, trying her hardest not to buck down against his hand- which is really difficult considering the fact that every few thrusts of Chans fingers, he drags the across the spot inside her that makes her toes curl and almost fall over the edge she so desperately wants to.

“Fuck! Fuck,” she almost screams, “right there! Please daddy! Right there,” Y/N turns her head to the left, Chan see this and gives her exactly what she wants, shoving his tongue into her mouth and kissing her so hard that she doesn’t even realise that his fingers have slipped out of her and he’s working in shoving his cock inside her.

She screams into the kiss, eyes snapping open as she’s stretched around his huge cock. Chan keeps her hips still, still kissing her lips as he begins to thrust away at her core, pulling almost the whole way out before he’s shoving his cock back inside, all the way down to the base, his hips pressed up against her red ass. She whines, mouth falling open as tears worm their way past her eyes falling down her cheeks she has never felt this good.

“Good pet,” Chan groans in her ear, hand moving up to grip at her throat, he squeezes slightly. Not enough to cut of her air, just enough that she can feel his hand. Just enough that she wants.

“Holy fuck,” she whimpers back, “god yes, daddy.”

Chan snaps his hips faster, he can feel how wet she is. Can feel it practically dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. This makes Chan groan, makes him realise that his release is some much closer than he thought.

“Come on baby, come for daddy,” he reaches down, his fingers rubbing at her clit as he still relentlessly pounds away at her core, chasing his own release so they can come together.

Y/N comes, her whole world shattering behind her eyes as she creams on Chans cock, his following her over, shoving his cock so deep and hard inside her it lifts her off her toes. He comes so much it overflows, his mess joining hers on her thighs and the mess on the floor.

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They end up on the floor, both curled around each other, sitting amongst the mess of cake batter, flour, crumbs and all of Y/N’s baking equipment. All of which is waiting to be picked up, dusted off and out back into its rightful place in her now once again happy kitchen.

“Didn’t hurt you did I?” Chan whispers into her ear after a few minutes of them lying together, basking in their glow together. He’d taken his shirt of- god knows when- considering it was covered in a multitude of different things, and Y/N runs her hands down his stomach.

“No,” Y/N grins back up at him.

“Good, Y/N… I… I’m so sorry, I should-“

“No Chan! Please, it was my fault,” Y/N interrupts his talking, “it really was my fault,”

She stops talking, their quite with each other, calm. And for a few moments they just lay there, wrapped around each other. Y/N snuggles down closer into Chans chest, and they sit and do absolutely noting. She hopes their done fighting now, she definitely is.

“Hey Y/N,”

Y/N turns her head, looking Chan in the eyes, nodding her head and waiting for him to ask his question.

“Do you?… do you remember why we were fighting?” He asks, face scrunched up into beautiful confusion.

Y/N pulls the exact same face, racking her brain to see if she can remember what had been the cause of all of this, “No. No I don’t.” She states, almost as though it’s a question.

“Yeah,” Chan murmurs, his eyes widening slightly, a small smile working its way onto his face, “me neither,”

They sit there, looking at each other. Matching looks on both their faces, and then suddenly their laughing. Grasping at each other as giggles work past their lips. Eventually they both decide they should get up and get themselves and her poor kitchen clean. Y/N turns off the oven, the cakes that she had been cooking were most definitely ruined by now- she’ll make new ones anyways, this time with milk chocolate instead of dark just to make sure that Chan eats them. They both walk naked towards the stairs, Chan insisting that they get themselves clean and dry before they attempt to clean her ruined kitchen.

“Hey Chan?” Y/N murmurs, being up to kiss the corner of his mouth, Cham hums out his response. “We should solve all of our problems like this from now on,” he laughs head thrown back slightly, eyes creasing shut. He smacks her ass and she squeals in answer, her ass still sore from the slight spanking that she had gotten earlier. Y/N speeds up a little, almost running up the stairs to the bathroom, and into the shower, hers and Chans laughter fill the now happy house, the argument they had long forgotten.

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AHHHH!!!! 

She’s back!!! 

Let me know what you think! Missed you!

Dari! 

[gaycooties]

FOR THOSE PROTESTING

ik i have like 10 followers but in case ur protesting or want to know HOW to help out im just gonna post this w tips and guides in how to do so. none of those are my own, they’re all off of twitter so i’ll leave their handle for credit or a direct link to the tweet. Stay Safe and fight for peace and justice.

Ways You Can Help

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Tips:

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[tooyoungngolden]

Please please please stay safe!!!

[stylesnews]

Harry via twitter - 18/05

[tooyoungngolden]

Brb just gotta go and watch this for the 5th time.

[mothershroom-deactivated2021031]

HARRY STYLES

Watermelon Sugar / premiering May 18th

[tooyoungngolden]

Bitchhhh

I’m so ready

[tooyoungngolden]

AHHHH ♥️♥️♥️

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[tooyoungngolden]

I am grateful for the pieces you write - and to improve everything, it is with Harry -, leaves us enchanted and lets us get out of the real world a little, you know? and this is great! ♥️♥️

I love love love you! These have legitimately made my whole entire day. I love you and appreciate these comments so much!☺️❤️❤️

I’m so glad that you find something from these fic as much as I do writing them and reading them back. They’re an escape for me and I’m so glad that they are for you as well!💙💚

[tooyoungngolden]

I'm really not going to let go of your tumblr anymore ... you write with so much love, and that's so beautiful. ps: your translation is correct yes❣️❣️ I'm also using the translator🤣

Ahhh! I’m so glad! The works that I do are my best pieces!- or I think so- I’m so happy that you enjoyed them! I’m writing something new now as well! Hopefully that one will be finished soon!☺️

And I’m glad that I got my language right! Again, thank you so so much love! It honestly, from the bottom of my heart, means so so much!☺️❤️❤️

[tooyoungngolden]

you just won the heart of a Brazilian with your wonderful writing. I loved! ♥️♥️ Você é incrível. ♥️

You are so so sweet! I’m so so happy that you love my writings! There for you guys so I’m so glad and overjoyed that you loved them!❤️❤️❤️

Você é incrível de volta!❤️❤️❤️❤️

P.S I haven’t got a clue if I got my translation right! I used google translate!😩❤️

[tooyoungngolden]

i adored your latest piece! so so good! it’s nice to have you back! sorry that college has been hectic - i hope things are a bit better for you now! sending you my warmest wishes! stay safe lovely! xx

Ahhh your so sweet! I got the main part of what’s left from college done so I’ve only got a little bit left to do which is amazing!!

It’s so so great that you liked the latest piece! I’m so happy that your thought it was good!☺️ I always try my hardest of my works so I’m so glad that they’re appreciated! I love you for that!

Thank you for this! It really means a lot to me that you like my work and that your worrying about me!☺️ I love you guys!❤️

Be nice and treat people with kindness

Love, Dari!🌻

[tooyoungngolden]

I’m so so sorry my loves! I truly did not mean to go this long without posting this fic! College has completely been kicking my arse lately!

I promise promise promise to never go this long without posting ever again and I love love love you for still reading my works!

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Prompts:

1 – “Can you sing to me?”

2 – “I’m not afraid of thunder, that’s silly-“

3 – “Can I hold your hand?”

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The sound of hard splatters woke Y/N from her sleep. The usually quite flat was filled with the sound of harsh winds and the constant thunder of rain drops against the window pains. The sound usually comforted Y/N, she loved sitting in the window seat in her bedroom with a book or some tea, just watching the raindrops slowly working there way down the glass. It was comforting. It was something real.

Tonight it was anything but. The sounds she usually found comfort in were making her body shake with fear as the world around her shook with the force of the wind and the rain. A quick and loud bang ripped across the room, a startling flash of light followed- lighting up her room for a few seconds.

Y/N freezes. Her whole body stopped moving, her chest got tight and she started shaking. She could practically feel the air leave her lungs. She knew that if she didn’t calm herself down she’d have a panic attack. She needed to calm down.

Y/N managed to shove herself up the bed, moving so that her back was resting against the headboard she sank her fingers into the soft blanket that sat on top of her duvet. Focusing on the feel of the soft fabric against her fingertips she breathed in deeply, holding it for a few seconds before she breathed out. She did this a couple more time’s before another loud bang rang out in the flat, a second bright light flashing across the room shortly after.

Y/N threw the blanket and the duvet off her legs, clambering out of the warm sheets before she even realised what she was doing. By the time her brain actually caught up with what she was doing she was already out of her door and shuffling down the hallway towards the room that her best friend was currently sleeping in.

Another flash of lightning interrupted her shuffle and she yelped in response to the bang that was only a couple seconds after the lights. Her eyes started watering before she reached Harry’s door. She gently pushes it open, looking over at Harry peacefully sleeping in the bed, duvet pulled over his body- not a single care in the world and not a clue as to what was happening to Y/N right now.

She shuffled her way over to the bed, feet dragging on the floor slightly, not wanting to make too much noise. She knew that she was going to wake Harry up, she knew she was. She just didn’t want to make too much noise on the floor.

When she reached the right side of the bed she looked down at Harry, his long, dark eyelashes resting against his freckle free face. His face smooth with sleep, happy. Y/N truly didn’t want to wake him, but when another flash of lightning broke her concentration on Harry she whimpered.

Y/N bent down closer to Harry, leaning over him she whimpered out his name. Harry didn’t even move at the sound of his own name.

“Harry,” she tries again, her voice slightly louder than it was seconds ago, once again Harry didn’t even flinch.

A loud crack of thunder caused Y/N to let out another loud cry, this caused Harry to moan and his eyebrows to furrow at the noise.

“Harry,” she called again, the panic much more evident in her voice. Harry eyebrows furrowed again, his nose wriggling out of confusion. If Y/N wasn’t completely prettified of what was currently happening outside their flat shed laugh and tease him for it.

Y/N reached out, gently gripping Harry’s shoulder as she called his name again. At this Harry shuffles, moving his body slightly at the sound. His eyes blinked, slowly blinking open as he slowly looked around his bedroom before his eyes finally landed on Y/N.

“was’ wrong love?” Harry asked, his voice rough with sleep. Harry looked around the bedroom. Looking for something that was happening, for something that was wrong.

Y/N shook her head, not daring any words to escape in case she lets out another cry of fear.

Harry then notices that there rain pounding at their windows and what is obviously a storm raging outside the comfort of their home.

“You wanna get in with me?” Harry asks, already moving back slightly so that Y/N could crawl into the bed next to him. She nods back, her body moving automatically at Harry’s question, she’s already half into his bed with what seems like the 100th strike of lightning goes off. She yelps again, falling over herself in her haste to get into Harry’s bed.

He looks at her again, eyes squinting and still slightly unfocused with sleep. “Are you afraid of thunder storms?” He questions, not poking fun at her at all. There were still things that he was afraid off.

Y/N shakes her head again, “I’m not afraid of thunder, that’s silly-“ the end of her sentence is once again interrupted with the clap of thunder that follows the flash of lightning. She squeezes her eyes shut, grabbing ahold of the duvet as right as possible.

“It’s okay love,” Harry murmurs down at her. Moving his body slightly closer so that she could feel that he was lying right next to her.

“Your okay,” Y/N nods her head back at Harry, slowly and a little shaky, she knows there nothing to be afraid of. Logically she knows that they can hurt her, or the chances of something like a thunderstorm hurting her are slim- but she also knows that she completely and utterly terrified of what’s going on outside.

Harry doesn’t know what he can do to make his best friend feel better. He knows that there nothing he can do that’ll make the panic she’s feeling go away, but he knows that he can do something to make her feel slightly better. He just hasn’t got a clue as to what.

They don’t say anything for a few minutes, the sound of the rain and occasional cracks of thunder and lightning swiftly followed by small whimpers, are the only things that can be heard in Harry’s bedroom.

“You know,” Harry starts, trying to distract Y/N for the thunder and the panic she was currently feeling, “when I was younger I used to be completely terrified of thunderstorms, maybe around 11 or 12, there was one so bad that it actually caused my windows to rattle in my room,” he says gently, he can tell that Y/N’s focusing on him, can feel her turn her head slightly to look at him as he talks.

“I was so scared that I ran straight to my mum, and she sat with me all night until the rain and the thunder stopped. She told me all kinds of stories about thunderstorms and how beautiful they are, I truly didn’t believe her at first and then she carried on telling different stories, I think the one that stuck with me the most is about how thunderstorms are Mother Nature starting fresh. I don’t know why, I just thought that it was so beautiful that this thing that was scaring me was the worlds way of starting something new,” Harry continued, the story was actually something that had stuck with him since he was a child. And ever since that night, him sat curled up with his mum, her telling stories about the world starting fresh made him realise that the world wasn’t so scary. And ever since that night he had stopped being afraid of thunderstorms. Usually he would sit awake and listen to the world change it’s path and create something new and rain pattered down on whatever window he was watching out off.

“That’s beautiful,” Y/N whispers back at Harry as he finished his story, her body hand finally stopped trembling and the thunder and lightning hadn’t gone off in a couple minutes- or she hadn’t heard it in a couple minutes. She’d honestly never really thought of thunderstorms in that way, never thought that they could actually mean something.

“It’s okay you know,” Harry said again, moving closer to Y/N so that they were resting against each other, her head gently resting on his chest and his arm wrapped around her shoulders as he pulls her closer. “It’s okay to be afraid of something you can’t control,”

“I know, I just don’t know why I’m so afraid of them. I know that I can’t get hurt they just scare me so much,”

Harry smiles down at her, Y/N can’t see it but she can feel as his cheeks spread and rest against her head, “It’s because they’re big. And scary.”

Y/N giggles for the first time since she’d woken up, a smile finally stretching across her face. She looks up at Harry, her eyes meeting his before she whispers, “Can you sing to me?”

Harry smiles back at her, this one she can finally see.

“Of course I can love. What song do you want?” He asks gently,

Y/N shrugs back, shaking her head a little, “Whatever one you want H,”

“Okay love,” Harry breaths in a little before he starts humming the opening notes to her favourite song, it’s not just hers. It’s their song. It’s the one song that they always go back to. No matter what mood their in, it’s the one song that always makes them think of each other and makes them both happy, the one that makes them both want to dance and sing around the living room while never letting each other go.

Harry’s sweet melodic voice starts out with the first few lines of the song, his voice clear and beautiful as her eyes flutter shut to listen to him sing.

It’s a couple minutes later before Y/N even realises that Harry had stopped singing. The words where finished but Harry was humming the tune over and over again. It’s familiar flow relaxing and sweet as it reaches her ears.

Harry’s always always been good at singing, it’s something she’s always loved about him. Not the fact that he was world famous, known and loved by every single person on the planet. It was because they’d know each other since they were children. They’d grown together, seen each other at the best and the worst of times, they know almost everything there is to know about each their and they still stick around. It was well before everything happened that Y/N fell completely in love with the boy who could sing his way into anyone’s heart. It was well before she even realised that she loved him, that she knew.

“Can I hold your hand?” She whispers again, this question a little more tentative than the other one she had just asked.

Harry nods, already moving his hand up to grip at Y/N where hers lay against the duvet around her.

“You know, there hasn’t been any thunder and lightning in a little while. Do you reckon it’s stopped?” He questions.

Y/N shrugs in response, she’s not sure. She knows that she hasn’t been able to hear anything in at least 5- probably closer to 10- minutes, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that it had stopped. It could just be waiting…

“I think it has,” Harry answers his own question, shuffling his body further down the bed so that he was once again laying comfortable on the soft mattress.

“You gonna stay?” He asks, still moving a little, getting comfortable.

“Can I?” Y/N asks back hesitating a little.

Harry doesn’t used his words to answer her, he just does his head and moves so that she can move closer to him and cuddle.

Y/N doesn’t sink into his side, she want to. But she wants to be held more, so she turns around, listening to Harry little confused hum at what she was doing. She shuffles backwards, moving until her head and body are tucked against Harry, he finally moves his arm down so that it’s resting against her waist. Moving her closer so that his body warmth was warming her own body.

Y/N sighs, gently resting her head down on top of Harry’s pillow and breathing in the scent of everything that she’d fallen in love with.

“You feelin’ better love?” Harry gently asks her, moving his head closer to her ear so she’ll actually be able to hear him. She looks out of the window, the curtains not fully closed so she’s clearly able to see the gentle runs of the raindrops on the window.

She nods, letting out a content hum in an answer to his question.

Y/N moves her head around a little, just enough so that she can look at Harry over her shoulder,

“Can I hold your hand again?” She murmurs, her voice quite.

Harry just moves his hand down to meet hers, their fingers interlocking under the duvet. They both sigh, drawing in the warmth that they both let off. Completely and utterly content in this moment. The rain slowly pattering down against the window, small little patters echoing into the room.

“Thank you H,” she whispers at him.

“Your welcome love,” he whispers back.

They’re so content in each other and the moment that they don’t even realise when they drift off to sleep. The last thing that Y/N can even remember is the press of Harry’s lips on top of her head and a gentle whisper of words that she couldn’t make out with her sleep clogged brain.

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It’s a little after 9AM the next time Y/N wakes. She’s still contently wrapped in Harry’s arms. His body lovely and warm where it rests against hers under the covers.

Y/N stretches a little before she slowly extracts herself from underneath Harry’s arms. She turns over, staring at the beauty of a man that lays in the bed next to her.

His beautiful long eyelashes resting against his perfect cheeks, the sunlight sneaking in through the cracked curtains causing a glow to be reflected across his face and neck. His body casted in the golden light of the morning sun that she loves so much.

There’s not a single sign of the thunderstorm that happened last night. The windows are completely dry and there not a single drop of rain that she can see. She slowly sneaks out of the bed, tiptoeing across the bedroom floor incase she wakes Harry, she reaches the door and lightly pulls it open, sneaking out into the hallway before pulling the door slightly ajar and stretching.

After using the toilet and washing her hands Y/N shuffles the rest of the way down into the kitchen. Looking out of the huge windows she can see that that there’s no rain, the paths are dry and there’s not one raindrop on any of the windrows. The sky is so blue and pretty much not a single cloud in sight. Y/N stands there for a few more minutes, looking out at the blue sky and the world passing by below her.

A couple minutes later, after she’s had her fill of people watching Y/N moves over the the coffee machine, reaching out she grabs the pot with the best coffee she’s ever had and places a few scoops into the filter before closing the lid down and clicking the magical buttons that make her days so much easier to deal with.

Not long after the necessary buttons are clicked the smell off beautiful coffee wafts into the room, making her feel a little bit more alive already. Y/N looks over at the digital clock that flashes on the display of the microwave, the small numbers of 9:23AM flash back at her making her realise that it’s not as early as she thought it was. It was unusual for Harry to sleep in this late- again that makes her realise that she probably shouldn’t have woken him up that early in the morning.

Y/N smiles, falling a little deeper in love with Harry over the fact that he never turns her away. She always knows that no matter what she can go to Harry got anything that she wants.

The footstep of another person walking down the hallway alerts her to the presence of another person in the room with her. She turns her body towards Harry’s, smiling at him as he shuffles into the kitchen.

“Hi,” she grins, moving over to the coffee pot that has now finished pouring out. She grabs Harry’s cup that she had already placed next to the machine, filling it up a little before he rim, using a spoon and dropping in two sugars before handing it off to him.

“Thanks love,” Harry grins back as he takes the mug off her.

“Welcome,” she replies as she turns back around to fill up her own mug, dumping in thee sugars instead of Harry’s two.

She turns back around to Harry, leaning on the kitchen counter behind her back as she grips at the mug.

“You want some breakfast?” She asks back at him,

“My treat, for me waking you up?” She continues, Harry huffs out a small laugh, grinning at her before he nods his head.

“What do you want then?” She questions, turning back to the counter top to place her coffee mug back down.

“Hmmm,” Harry hums, cocking his head sideways and he thinks about what food he wants her to cook.

“Pancakes!” He laughs, nodding his head after he decided.

“Sure love,” she walks over to the draw by the sink, pulling it open and grabbing a mixing bowl where she can put the ingredients for the pancakes that Harry wants.

Walking back over to the cupboards she grabs all of the ingredients that she needed placing them on the counter next to the bowl before moving to the fridge, grabbing the milk and two eggs from the pot next to the fridge and walking over to the counter. Harry already there and measuring out the flour and adding it into the bowl, waiting for Y/N to come back over with the milk and eggs, waiting for her to add them into the bowl as well.

Harry picks up the whisk he had grabbed from the cutlery draw and begins mixing the batter together. Y/N leaning against the counter, watching as Harry does all of the work.

She grabs a frying pan and some oil before placing the pan on top of the hob, turning it onto a medium heat before swiping a little bit of oil, Harry using a big spoon to dollop out some batter into the pan when it was hot enough.

A couple pancakes later Y/N moves to set half of them on Harry’s plate, Harry’s quick to drop some diced banana and strawberries on top of his own pile, ever so carefully pouring out some sticky syrup on top of the fruit.

Y/N’s more relaxed with her pancakes, choosing instead of the stick ness of the syrup a little bit of strawberry and some sugar. Sweet and simple, just like she loves.

“God these are incredible,” Harry moans around a mouthful of pancake, grinning over at Y/N while he swallows his mouthful.

“Good!” Y/N grins back, digging into her own pancakes and letting out a small moan as the sweetness of the strawberries and sugar hit her tongue.

Harry looks over at her, his jaw slowly working he sits and listens to her moan over how good her food is.

“What?” Y/N questions, stopping her own chewing to question why he was sitting there staring at her.

Harry shakes his head, choosing instead to ignore her question and the answer he so desperately wants to give her.

“Nothing,” he mumbles slowly, going back to cutting small pieces of pancake and forking strawberry and banana before shoving it into his mouth.

“What?” Y/N moans again, dragging out her words.

Harry grins, shaking his head as he continues to eat.

“Tell me!” She prompts him, wanting him to tell her what’s wrong with him.

“Nope!” Harry laughs back at her, quickly scooping up the last of his pancakes and shoving them into his mouth to avoid answering her.

“You gotta tell me! I made you breakfast!” She tries to bargain for his answer.

Harry throws his head back, letting out a laugh at her attempt of blackmail.

“Yeah love, you made me breakfast for waking me up this morning,” he reminds her, his response causing the small smirk that she had on her face to slip a little.

“Not fair!” She pouts, shoving away the last little piece of pancake that she couldn’t force down, Harry quickly spears it with his fork, moving to put the food in his mouth so that it doesn’t get wasted.

“Hey!” Y/N pouts again, “What if I was gonna eat that?”

“Yeah, we both know that you weren’t going to love,” Harry laughs back.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong now you’ve stolen my amazing food?”

“Not gonna happen love,” Harry counters back, moving to stand, grabbing the empty plates he walks over to the sink placing them inside before running the hot tap down on them to get rid of the sticky leftovers from the sugar and syrup.

“That’s totally not fair, I never keep anything from you!” She tries, seeing if making him feel a little guilty will make him tell her what’s wrong.

He turns to look at her then, noticing that her eyebrows are furrowed and that she’s playing with the hem of her- his - T-shirt.

“It’s honestly nothing love,” he sighs back, not wanting to let his feelings escape.

“You know you can always talk to me right,” she moves to stand behind him, resting her head against his back and sighing gently. Moving her hands to grip and his chest, she feels his own hands move up and grip her wrists, rubbing his thumb gently against her skin.

“I know love, it’s just-“ he cuts him self off, not fully sure how to continue his sentence.

“What love?” She prompts him again,

“I just- I- love you.” He stutters out. Not making his voice that high, not really wanting her to hear the words finally escape.

“You what?”

“I- I nothing. Don’t worry love,” he finishes, trying to ignore the word he knows she heard him say.

“No. No. Don’t ignore this Harry,” she replies back to his dismissal.

“Then turn around and say it again, please” she tries, wanting the words to be said again maybe this time to her face.

Harry shifts in her arms, letting go of her wrist causing her to shuffle back a little as he turns his body around to look at her.

His eyes don’t quite reach hers when he whispers the words again, a small and timid “I love you,” makes it’s way out.

“I love you too,” she answers back, making his eyes snap to hers when she stands in front of him, his eyes a little wide at her confession.

“What?” He whispers again,

“I love you, for the longest time,” she states again, her voice clear and confident- completely different from what she was feeling inside her head.

“I-“ Harry stutters again, before deciding that actions ultimately speak so much louder than what’s words do, he steps towards and grips Y/N’s hips. His whole body touching almost the whole of hers.

“I love you too,” he finally says while looking into her eyes. His face stretching out into a huge grin as soon as the words are out and said to her.

Y/N giggles, moving her hands so that they can rest against Harry’s chest, her hands instantly warmed by the heat that his body continuously let off

“I love you. And you love me,” she grins.

“Hell yeah. Yes I do,” he answers back. Not caring over the sound of his voice. He finally has the woman that he loves in his arms, his body warmed and completely and utterly happy at the sight of her.

“I love you,” he bends his head down so that his forehead rests against hers, there skin hot against each other, their body’s content in this moment.

“I love you,” she reaches up, her hand moving from where it was resting against his chest to cup his cheek.

Y/N stands on her tippy toes, moving to brush her soft lips against Harry’s own. They both sigh at the contact, finally after so long of wanting each and never knowing if they could they can finally have the moments that they always wanted.

“I’m so completely in love with you,” Harry murmurs against her lips, both breathing the same air as Y/N echoes the words back at him.

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For the rest of the day they sit on the sofa, wrapped around each other, sharing as many kisses as humanly possible now that they both know they can. Now that they kiss and touch each other as much as they want to, it’s all they do for the rest of the day. The dishes from the pancakes they had that morning still resting in the sink, quickly being followed by the plates they use for lunch as well as the ones from dinner.

That night they go to Harry’s room, not bothering with Y/N tracking back to her own room, she goes in there for about two minutes- long enough to wash her face and pick out another T-shirt of Harry’s that she stolen before she shuffling her way back down the hallways and into Harry room. This time under much much better circumstances than the night before.

They fall asleep wrapped around each other- pretty similar to the night before expect this time there no storm racing outside their flat and they are both completely and utter happy and completely in love with the moment.

Both of them whispering out their “I love you’s” before they’re drifting of into the most peaceful sleep that either of them have had in a very long time.

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Again! I’m so so sorry this took so long for me to get out loves! I promise to never ever ever wait this long to post anything ever again!

I love you! Let me know what you guys think! I always always want feedback from you loves so definitely let me know!

And send in requests! I always need new things to write!

Be nice and treat people with kindness!

Love, Dari!🌻

[tooyoungngolden]

Hey my lovelies!

I have been working on a new fic and it’s almost finished! I promise, it’s almost done!

College has just been kicking my arse recently and I’ve been stressed to the absolute max with everything!

It’s almost done though! And I’ll post it as soon as it’s finished and has been read for any mistakes!

So so so much love to every single one of you!

Be nice and treat people with kindness!

Love, Dari!🌻

[meet-me-in-the-kitchen]

Hi!!! I've just gotten my wisdom teeth removed and I'm emotional wrecked. Who knew I would miss those little shits? Anyway, could you maybe write something short about Y/n having her wisdom teeth removed and being super sad and in pain and Harry is just there to help her feel better? I love your writing and honestly read all of your work twice at the least. ILY

ANESTHESIA AND LETTING GO

(She would stare at him like he was god’s single greatest gift to humanity.)

“You’re gonna take care of me?” she garbled, gaping so he could see the gauze squished into her mouth and a little bit of blood trickling out of the recent incisions. He tried both not laughing or wincing, but couldn’t help an endeared little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at her genuinely awed expression, as if she couldn’t believe he was actually there. Thsy’d had to remind her a few times that he was her boyfriend, which worried him a bit at first—he reckoned he’d watched The Vow a few too many times.

“Yes, lovie,” he’d rasped, a warm chuckle rumbling in his chest as he brushed away a lock of hair that was dangling dangerously close to her open mouth. This seemed to cheer her up, because she made a contented little cooing noise, the kind you would expect to come from a woodland creature or a baby, before nuzzling her cheek against his knuckles, gazing up at him shyly while blushing a bit. The older dentist in the room had sighed wistfully while passing by for her post-operative check-up, while her younger assistant sniffed jealously. Loopy from drugs or not, y/n took one look at the woman’s lustful gaze on harry’s bottom and glared at her fiercely, mouth full of gauze. He’d said he was her boyfriend, hadn’t he? That made her his girlfriend and thus perfectly eligible to grab his...

“Oh!” Harry yelped in surprise when y/n’s hands reached behind him and greedily squeezed a handful of his bubbly bottom, a gesture usually performed the other way round, not that he was protesting.

“She’s a bit loopy,” Harry explained sheepishly, a little pink in the cheeks, to the dental assistant, who was now huffing and sneering down at her clipboard. y/n simply batted her eyelashes, mouth still wide open, while Harry gently placed her hands down and she sneakily let them travel down his back and then deliver a firm smack to his backside.

“I can see that,” the assistant muttered darkly. She stuck her nose up in the air, and marched out of the room.

Satisfied that her nemesis was out of the picture, y/n settled back into the chair politely and thought back to what Harry had said before about how he was gonna take care of her and how the smooth planes of his perfectly sculpted face had felt against her cheek; thoughts that once again send blood rushing to her cheeks, and send her into a fit of cute giggles, staring up at the ceiling but not particularly anything as she does so with fingers pressed slightly to her puffy lips.

“Proper spanked me in front of the dental assistant only moments ago, love, and now you’re goin’ all blushy on me,” Harry teased lowly, his own dimple poking out as this sent his girlfriend into even louder giggles, ones that she covered with her hands.

After leaving the dentist’s office, however, things had quickly taken a turn for the worse once the drugs slowly exited y/n’s system. dental pain is quite arguably one of the most excruciating pains to exist on the face of this planet. especially if you’re the one going through it. and besides the physical pain...y/n seemed to be having some attachment issues to her teeth, as well.

“...Harry?” y/n whimpered, curling further into her boyfriend’s chest and looking dolefully up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. His forest green eyes flitted to hers in surprise of her sudden wakefulness. She’d been silent most of the car ride back, after ten minutes of initial happiness and humming his songs loudly under her breath. Once they were back home, she’d clung to his side, and he had to carry her up the steps to their flat, bridal style, because she was kind of flopping all over the place, but he didn’t mind an excuse to hold her so close to him. He helped her into a jersey that smelled just like him to comfort her while she was still neurotically out of it, her cheek squished to his chest while he put Tiger King on Netflix, but admittedly paid more attention to he, looking down every now and then to see a deep-set frown on her fresh face.

“What is it, baby?” he asked. She decided he loved his voice as he talked to her like this, because it was low and pleasant and he took his time saying each word, so it rolled off his tongue like syrup with authenticity and an accent that knew no exact heritage, but Harry. His green eyes were attentive, fingers stroking down her back. “do you need anything?”

“I hurt,” she sniffled, lips trembling. He pouted in response, turning over so he could hold her properly, hips melding together.

“‘M sorry. Do you want more medicine?”

“No,” she said indignantly, like it was obviously not what she would want.

“You sure?” he asked slowly, eyebrows raising. “I thought it hurt?”

“Not that,” she shook her head, eyes shifting to her nervously twisting fingers heartbreakingly. her lips trembled a bit, and Harry grew alarmed. He was him, so he’d naturally spent hours on WebMd, reading up on the side-effects of even such a common procedure as wisdom teeth removal. Had the dentist damaged the crowns of any other teeth? had she hurt y/n’s gums? what if—

“What’s wrong then, hm?”

“I— I just...” she burst into tears, sobs breaking as she choked out an explanation. In a hushed voice, she confessed: “I miss my wisdom teeth!”

He blinked once. Twice.

“You...” he paused. “Miss your teeth?”

y/n nodded, big eyes filling with tears again at the mention of her long departed acquaintances.

“Like...they were always there for me, you know?” she garbled, tears slipping down her face as Harry frantically tries to swipe them off her cheeks with his own thumbs, while also confirming that his girlfriend has, indeed, finally lost it.

“I mean,” Y/N took a deep breath before diving into a heartfelt monologue dedicated to her teeth. “I could be going through the worst day ever, and i could be a total bitch and most people would probably leave, but my teeth never left me. and like, they never even wanted to leave and they were always there, but I never even tried to make them feel wanted,” she sniffled, blinking back tears dramatically while Harry rubbed the small of her back, handing her a tissue she blew her nose into. “I know that humans don’t need them to chew on raw animals anymore, but...can you imagine how that feels?” She empathized, emotion in her voice, “to constantly be there for this total bitch and then she just wakes up one day and feels a pinch in her mouth—“

“Not a pinch,” Harry muttered defensively, recalling Y/N screaming bloody murder the night before, but unsure as to why he’s defending her from...her.

“—and decides to tear them apart, evicting from the only place they’ve ever really known. I didn’t even say goodbye, and it makes my heart sad,” Y/N aid so defeatedly, it kind of breaks Harry’s heart, too.

“And you know the worst thing,” she whispered brokenly: “they never even saw it coming.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” he stated, wiping away her tears delicately, watching her face until each one was gone, a bare sniffle the only reminder she’d been crying. “I love you too much to let you do this to yourself. We’re gonna watch a rom-com, and...”

“But, I never even named them!” she gasped wetly. He ignored her as she murmured alejandro, wisdom the wisdom tooth, and other potential names for her deceased teeth; while simultaneously contemplating if she could break into the dentist’s dustbin and maybe sneak back her teeth.

But when the day comes to an end and the drugs are flushed out of Y/N’s system, Harry takes care of her. He makes sure Y/N’s getting enough water and eating well; sets a timer to wake her up from her naps and feed her the bitter medicine her scowl suggests she wouldn’t take if it weren’t for him. He would make sure to replace her gauze even if she’s a bit squirmy from all the blood in her mouth, and most definitely wouldn’t be stingy when it came to cuddling; squeezing her so tight with his strong arms, trying his best to minimize the pain as much as possible. that meant pressing light kisses to her puffy cheeks. When she’d be up from an aching mouth, he’d be the one putting his hand under her jaw, massaging lightly, to help relieve some of the ache. He make sure her food was soft and the right consistency, and hold back her hair when Y/N’d inevitably puke from the taste of her medicine, or soothingly rub his warm hand over her back when she was tremoring from the anesthesia leaving her freezing.

“Are you staying?” Y/N asked in the morning, yawning as Harry pulled her up to his chest, stroking her hair.

“Yes,” he nodded, lips pressed to the side of her forehead. “Unless you want me to go.”

Because like her wisdom teeth, Harry would never let go.

MASTERLIST

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Prompts:

1 - “My heart feels so full with you,”

2 – “I’m so in love with you and it’s scaring me,”

3 – “There she is. I love your smile,”

4 – “I have never loved you as much as I do right now,”

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Y/N absolutely hated the fact that she was distancing herself from Harry. Hated the fact that she wasn’t around him as much as she used to be. Hated the fact that her feelings had stopped her seeing her best friend.

Y/N had first met Harry four years ago when one of their mutual friends decided that they’d be better suited as best friends to each other than to them. It hadn’t bothered her or Harry- an almost instantaneous bond was made and they were best friends.

Fast forward five years, and she knows pretty much every single thing there was to know about the Harry Styles. Every single little thing- the good things and the bad. How he always wastes tea – no matter who it’s from- how he always meditates first thing in the morning no matter what, and how he always washes his hair with conditioner twice whenever he showers. And all of the things that other people don’t know. How making music sometimes stresses him out so much he can’t sleep. How he sometimes doesn’t want to get out of bed because he doesn’t want to disappoint his loved ones. And how he smiles, his different smiles for different situations, for different people. All of the little things that nobody else but her knew.

She knows everything about him. And it makes her fall in love with him every day, over and over again, every day since she met him.

But now here she was. Locked inside her flat, wrapped in two blankets on her sofa watching the saddest movies she could find on her shitty Netflix account. Which was also shit, because her whole Netflix was full of movies that her and Harry were planning on watching together whenever her got breaks from the studio or just needed somewhere to go when he finished working.

It wasn’t the fact that they were movies that they were planning on watching together. It wasn’t. It was the fact that it was always Harry. Everything that she wanted to do- she wanted to do with him. They’d been best friends for years and she’d never let her feelings get in the way of her spending time with him.

But here she was. Sitting on her sofa, crying over some stupid line in some stupid movie that Harry would completely love. And she missed him. Like crazy.

Y/N knows that she’s always been pretty open about her feelings. She talks about them, let’s people know how she’s feeling. She wants people to know what’s on her mind and what going on with her- the person she spoke to most about that was Harry, and he did the exact same thing. They were each other’s person. The one person in the whole entire world that they could trust and turn to no matter what.

And right now Y/N didn’t have anyone. Harry wasn’t here, she hadn’t spoken to him all day and she missed him. And she loved him. And all of these things she kept to herself.

She’s so engrossed in watching the trashy movie and wiping at her eyes and nose that she doesn’t hear the lock on her front door clicking open. She doesn’t hear the door sticking and being shoved, she doesn’t here shoes being kicked off, or him shuffling down the hallway and into the living room. She definitely hears the small “oh sweetheart,” that his raspy voice lets out as he sees the state she’s in.

Her head snaps round to see that Harry was standing beside the couch, watching her dab at her eyes and wipe her nose. She fells her whole body tensing at the sight of her best friend. She knows why, she just doesn’t want him figuring it out.

“What are you doing here?” She sniffles, reaching up and wiping at her nose again.

“You’ve been ignoring me love,” he shrugs back, as if that was the perfect answer.

Y/N feels her body tense further at the term of endearment that Harry usually uses for her. She loves it, loves when the pet names just slip out. They usually make her feel soft and warm inside. Right now however, they’re making her panic.

“’ve not been feeling well,” was her response to him, she doesn’t want to give too much away. Doesn’t want to make him upset- lord knows she can’t stand when he’s upset.

“You should’ve called love, you know I would’ve helped you,”

“Your not meant to be home for another few days,” Y/N whispers back, she knew that she wanted to get over herself in the few days that it took Harry to wrap everything up and come home. She wanted to be back to her normal self before he even realised something was wrong with her.

Harry nods down at her, shuffling his way over to the sofa before he sits down beside her. He doesn’t touch, and for that Y/N’s slightly grateful.

“I got home a little early, you weren’t answering any of my calls or texts so I came here as soon as all my stuff was dropped home.”

It’s now Y/N’s turn to not back at Harry. She doesn’t know what to say to him, he’s seen her cry before- she knows he has. But he’s always been there when she starts, or he’s the first person she calls. She’s never ignored him to cry. She’s never done it before and he’s confused as to what’s going on with her.

“What’s wrong love?” Harry whispers, moving so that he’s sitting closer to her.

She shakes her head, tears creeping back into her eyes,

“Don’t call me that, please H,” she croaks

“Talk to me then, your scaring me lo-“ he cuts himself off, stopping the full name from slipping out.

Y/N reaches up to brush at her eyes again, trying to swipe the tears away before they even escape her eyes. She doesn’t know how to talk to Harry about this. Doesn’t know what to say.

“I’m not- not really sure what to say,” she stutters, moving her jeans back to to grip at the blankets that were still spread across her legs.

“Start with telling me what wrong, please,” Harry starts, moving so that his body was more angled towards where Y/N is sat at her end of the sofa.

“I, I- my feeling are just a little confused. That’s all, it’s nothing Harry. I promise,” she starts, rambling at little at what she was trying to get out. She doesn’t want to come out and say that she’s completely and utterly in love with her best friend. Harry doesn’t feel the same about her, that much she knows. She doesn’t want to get her heart broken.

“It’s not nothing is it love, your clearly upset about this person so talk to me about it. Tell me what’s happening inside that incredible head of yours,” Harry ignores the stab of jealousy that tugs at his heart of the mention of Y/N being in love with or having feelings for someone.

“I can’t, I don’t know how to talk about it,” she whispers, not even realising that Harry had called her love again.

“Can you tell me who it is then?” He questions, trying to prompt her into to telling him what’s wrong.

Y/N shakes her head, she doesn’t want Harry knowing this secret. Doesn’t want this getting out.

“Can’t,” she whispers, pulling the blankets a little tighter around her body.

“Why not love, you know you can always talk to me. I’ll never judge you for anything, you know that,” he murmurs to her, moving his hand over so that it rests her against hers where her own hands lays against the blanket.

“I know, I know I can H. Just can’t about this,” she sniffles.

Harry nods at her, he wants to know what’s wrong with his best friend, wants to know what exactly is making her so upset so he can try and fix it for her.

“You wanna just watch some movies? We don’t have to talk, okay? We can just watch something,” he murmurs back to her, trying to make her relax a little more.

Y/N nods again, moving back into the sofa so that Harry can sit more comfortably, she moves the blanket away from her legs so that Harry can shuffle under the warm fabric as well.

“Something funny yeah?” Harry questions, moving to take the remote out of her hands and scroll through a list of films.

“Maybe something, like. Romantic? Or happy? Something happy.” Y/N replies, wanting to watch something with a happy ending. Something that wasn’t going to make her cry, potentially.

Harry nods at her, “Okay love, something happy it is,” and continues scrolling through the films on her- basically their – list on Netflix.

Harry stops on a film that piques his interest, stopping and looking over at Y/N to see if she wants to watch the film as well. She doesn’t even bother looking at the description of what the films about, just nods her head at him and continues to sit there and stare. If Harry notices that she’s staring at him he doesn’t say or even mention it.

Harry clicks play on the movie and snuggles closer to Y/N so that she’s leaning on his body. She moves her head down, resting it on his shoulder and focuses on the opening credits of the film that Harry had picked for them to watch. It’s probably something that Harry’s already seen to be fair, and it’s probably something that they’ll watch again- when she’s more capable of actually looking and taking in what’s happening on the screen in front of her.

She spends about five minutes looking at the tv screen before she shuffles her body around, moving so that she was further away from Harry so that she could not so discreetly watch him watch the film. And that’s exactly what she does, she moves around, her body still mostly resting against Harry but her head is moved so that she can angle it perfect and watch Harry.

Harry doesn’t comment, he can feel her watching. Has always been able to tell when something was bugging her. Was always able notice when something was wrong and when she needed to talk. He wasn’t going to push, he was going to sit here, pretend to watch whatever movie he’d picked and wait for her to feel comfortable enough to talk. He always does.

It’s about 35 minutes into the film before Y/N even makes a sound, she whimpers, the sound snaking it’s way out before she can stop it. Tears sneaking there way back into her eyes. Harry snaps her head around to look at her, his own heart hurting at the look of pure sadness on her face.

“Oh love. What’s the matter,” he questions again, wanting her to talk to him this time.

Y/N chokes back another noise, shaking her head a little as small globs of tears fall down her cheeks.

“I’m so in love with you and it’s scaring me,” she whimpered, not meeting Harry’s eyes. She can feel his body tense slightly where they’re resting against each other. She knows that he wasn’t expecting those words to come out of her mouth.

Harry turns his body to look at her, “You- you love me?” He stutters, not fully comprehending the words that she just said.

Y/N knows that there absolutely now way that she can go back from what she just said, there’s no way that the words that are now out in the open can be taken back. There out there. And Harry definitely hears what she said- and it’s certainly not the way she usually expresses her love for him.

“I- I’m. Yes. Yeah I am,” she whispers, looking down at her hands that are gripping the blanket that’s resting in her legs, she doesn’t want to look at Harry. Doesn’t want to see his face and the rejection that she’s bound to get.

“Look at me,” he murmurs at her,

Y/N shakes her head, as more tears silently work the way down her cheeks.

“Look at me love, please.” He says slightly louder.

Harry can see that she’s clearly not going to move her head, knows that she’s not going to look at him after her confession. So he moves, moves so that he’s sitting closer to her, legs resting practically on top of her. He moves his hands, moves them so that he can gently grasp her chin and force her face to look at him.

“Say it again,” he whispers, gazing at her.

Shaking her head again, she try’s her hardest not to look Harry in the eyes. If she did, she would’ve seen that he’s looking at her with so much love his gorgeous green is almost fully taken over by black.

“Say it again, so I can say it back.” He whispers again.

Y/N snaps her eyes up to look at him. Meeting his eyes for the first time since she’d let those words slip out.

“I- what?”

Harry smiles down at her, soft dragging his thumb across her cheek. “Say it,”

“I-“ she stammered, not sure she actually heard the word right.

“I love you,” she whispers, moving her eyes back down slightly, still looking at his face, but no longer in his eyes.

Harry laughs, letting out a small little huff that moves the hairs that have fallen out of Y/N bun and are resting against her forehead. Y/N sees when his lips spread into a grin, can see that his dimple is beaming and that he’s not mad. He’s happy.

“I love you too,”

Y/N snaps her eyes back to his, her own filling with happy tears this time around. She stares as him as his mouth spills out more words that she’s not fully comprehending.

“I’ve loved you for so long. I love you and every single things about you, I love your hair, and the way you hate having it up except when it annoys you. I love how you get all fidgety when your bored and how you always have some form of book on your phone to read. I love how you never drink your teas and how that you always have to have three sugars in absolutely everything hot. And how you make the most silliest jokes that I can’t help but steal, I love every single face that you’ve ever made and how you always complain about my taste in movies even though you love them” he rambles, the last little bit registers with Y/N and she laughs, her smile working it’s way back onto her face.

“There she is, I love you smile,” Harry grins at her, this thumb still resting on her cheeks moves down to brush against the skin right by her lips.

Y/N can feel the blush that spreads across her face. Can feel the pink as it rushes to her face. She also knows that Harry can clearly tell that she’s blushing.

“I love you,” Harry repeats.

“I love absolutely every single thing about you. My heart feels so full with you,” he whispers down at her, still smiling.

Y/N feels her heart swell. She can feel herself fall in love with Harry all over again. Can feel every single happy emotion that she’s ever had for Harry come rushing to the surface of her chest. She’s so full of him.

“I know. I love you too,” she whispers back, her voice small and so full of love.

“I’ve never loved you as much as I do right now,” she states, her voice more confident the more she knows and understands that Harry loves her too. He actually loves her too.

“Yeah?” Harry questions, grinning down at her.

“You really love me?”

She nods, her own hands coming up to grip Harry’s wrists where they’re resting against her face. She rubs her thumb against the anchor tattoo that sits against his wrist. Feeling the heat of his skin against her own.

“I really really love you H,” she smiles.

“I really really love you too,” he grins back, bending his head down so that he can rest his forehead against hers. Sliding his hands down so that they now rest against the skin on her neck.

Harry stares at her, not saying anything. They both just sit there and look at each other. Absorbing in all of the love and feelings that they’ve both just confessed to each other. They’ve never been as happy as they were right now, with each other.

“Y/N…” Harry murmurs.

She hums, choosing to not saying anything, just continuing to look at Harry.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper, just loud enough for Y/N to hear.

Once again she chooses not to use her words, she shuffles around so that she’s now resting on her knees next to him on the sofa. Her head closer to his with how’s she seated she nods, wanting him to finally kiss her.

Harry bites his lip before he finally bends down and connect his lips to Y/N’s. It’s gentle. And sweet, and absolutely every single thing that she’s ever wanted in another person.

It doesn’t last long, neither of them experienced in kissing each other. Neither of them really knowing understanding how right and completely good it was going to feel. But it does. It feels so good that Y/N moves up to kiss him again. Moving her body so that her lips reconnect to Harry’s. Shuffling her body closer to his again so that she’s nearly siting on his lap.

They’ve never been happier. Lost and so so in love with each other that the world around them doesn’t exist anymore. It’s each other. Forever. Harry knows what’s wrong with her now. Knows that all she needed was him. And he’ll always know that now.

They’ve got each other. Completely and utterly in love with each other. They know that there never going to love another person as much as they love each other.

They couldn’t be happier, absolutely nothing else could make them happier than they are right now- with each other. Couldn’t be happier with how in love they are. They’re wrapped in each other. And nothing else matters. Nobody else matters but them.

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Another onee!! Wanted a little bit of yearning in this one! Don’t know how well I did so let me know loves!!

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