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sunflowers. | harry styles.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader (dad!harry, husband!harry)

summary: harry is very much in love with his little family.

word count: 2724 words

warning(s): a sprinkle of sexual mentions and a whole lot of fluff

disclaimer: gif is not mine. 

author’s note: hey there. been a while. i missed writing here and the reason i haven’t been doing that is because i was focused on finishing school. of course now, i still am busy with school, having to start my degree. but i miss writing so i thought i’d make this little piece here. it’s my first harry styles fic! quite exciting and nerve-wrecking for me. but as always, leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed this, also constructive comments do help me to improve my writing and i do want to be better at it. and reblog (!) it really helps writers out in creating content for you so pls do so if you like it. all the love x

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this made my heart go whoosh <3

Oooo “this reminded me of you, so i wanted to [show/get/send] you it.” From the flyff prompts?? 🥺🥺🥺

a/n: ah so cute! I actually love this one! I'm doing it with Laurie bc god, he's everything!! I had to do friends to lovers bc ❤️ gif belongs to the owner!!

Pairing: Laurie x gn!reader

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warnings: mediocre writing, an innuendo if you squint, making out(ish?) fluffy!!

W/c: 1,105

La vie en rose

You were leaning against a tree as you read  a new book you had received as a birthday gift from Jo and were invested in the storyline as you felt yourself slowly inserting yourself into the story. You were too caught up in following the life of Jane Eyre to notice that Laurie had found his spot on the picnic blanket and he was watching you with a lovesick grin etched on his face like a permanent tattoo that he never could get rid of. He didn't mind though, it was you.

God, he never got tired of looking at you.

He worries that if he looks away for even a second that you could disappear from his life in a flash. He cannot get over how enchanting you are— the way your face lights up in different emotions as you immerse yourself in your story is so endearing to him. He will always remember the day when he realized that he’s in love with you.

It was raining hard that day and he'll never forget the way you looked at him and grabbed his hand and danced in the middle of the street as heavy raindrops fell down on both of you — he wanted nothing more than to kiss you that day.

Laurie shook himself out of his reverie and grabbed a flower and lightly threw it over towards you, and you looked up from your book and made eye contact with Laurie. He was staring at you with a soft smile on his face, which made your stomach fill with a million little butterflies. “Laurie! How long have you been here?”, you asked shyly, as you suddenly felt awkward under his gaze, you weren’t expecting company today and you definitely had not dressed 'appropriately'.

“Don’t do that. You are exquisite, you know that,” Laurie said with sincerity in his voice and his eyes when he looked at you like the way everyone wants to be looked at, he stared at you as if to say “you’re the only person I want to look at”.

You marked your place in your copy of Jane Eyre and sat next to Laurie on the picnic blanket and eyed him curiously. “I like that you are here, but why are you here, Laurie?”, you questioned him as you brushed off leaves that were clinging onto you like post-it notes.

Laurie’s eyes shone in excitement and oh, he was so beautiful. He is one of the kindest people you know, and he has the purest heart in the world. You wished he saw you the way you saw him, but even if you couldn't have him in the way you wanted, you'd still keep him as your friend. A life without Laurie would be like trying to breathe without oxygen, pointless.

“I was running errands for my grandfather and this reminded me of you, so I wanted to show you,” Laurie confessed as he held out a small silver box tied with a black bow and he motioned for you to open it. You untied the bow and opened the box and gasped in surprise.

“Laurie..”, you began, but Laurie shook his head and just waited to see your reaction. Your eyes shone in delight as you held up the gold necklace that had a beautiful crescent moon charm attached to it and you noticed an engraving on it and you almost broke down in tears of joy. There was a tiny engraving on the back of the charm — “I got you the moon” .

You didn't even know how to respond — you were overwhelmed with so many emotions, and you could not even express how thankful you were for him. He took the necklace and clasped it around your neck and it looked so alluring as it laid across your chest like it always belonged there. You were going to say something, but Laurie just held your hand and all your thoughts had gone away; he did that to you.

Your heart was doing backflips — you wanted to kiss him so badly.

“Y/n, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I remember that rainy day where we danced in the rain. I almost kissed you that day. I know we are young, but I am so in love with you, I cannot even stand another minute not being able to have you in the way I want. Please say you love me too”, Laurie admitted as he rubbed comforting circles on the back of your hand.

Your heart was bursting with love; he loved you back.

“Laurie, just kiss me”, you answered as you leaned closer to him and he placed his hands on your face and pulled your face closer and kissed you with so much adoration, you kept finding yourself smiling into the heavenly kiss.

You were too caught up in the feeling of Laurie’s lips on yours to even recognize the voices of the March sisters that were cheering as you and Laurie continued to kiss as if tomorrow would never come and you would not see each other.

Laurie put a hand on your waist to pull you closer to him and he continued his whispers of love and eternity as his soft lips danced with yours in perfect harmony, his kiss felt as if you were hearing your favorite old song again. He kept pulling you closer as if you were not close enough to him, but you didn’t mind, you had been waiting forever for him. He moved his hand towards your thigh , not in a sexual way; he just wanted to show you his love.

He has been deprived of you for so long, and he needed you to be close to him, as much as possible.

“Hey! Keep it PG!”, Jo shouted as you detached your lips from Laurie’s and he pouted, which was so cute. He stood up and pulled you along with him, he wanted to be alone with you, he didn't care what you were doing, he just loved being around you, he loved your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your lips, your hair.

He loved you so much.

“You are mesmerizing. I love you”, Laurie blurted out as he pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on top of your head.

Laurie has always been the love of your life and you have always been his and now you get to be kissed by him and it is a beautiful thing. He gets to show everyone how lucky he is —you  are all his.

tags: @cocoamoonmalfoy @616films @hollandsmushroom @spideyspeaches @tonystarksfavoritedaughter @harryhollandsgirlfriend @thegirlintheswivelchair @the-girl-in-the-chair @hollandvibesss @petesrparker

hi love! i saw ur taking reqs for flufftober!! this actually my first time asking something so pls correct me if i use my terms wrong hihi :> kind of my first time using tumblr!! so could i request kissing prompts no. 1 and 2 ? but before the prompts could you make it start like where a reader and arvin are dates to prom, but when reader arrives, some girl is trying to take him or like dance with him when he clearly doesnt want to? then reader runs out of the venue and she stays under the stars where arvin finds her then the kissing prompts ? hehe i love arvin so much its making me crazy 😩

❀ what moonlight can do ❀

omg this is my first time writing for arvin. wack & very overdue. i listened to what a little moonlight can do by crystal gayle, felt like it fits the vibe & era of a prom way back when lmao feel free to give it a listen while reading :’)

prompts: (1) kissing your lover’s knuckle before a dance + (2) during the dance’s climax, you and your lover lock eyes, and your lips meet.

↳ established couple, arvin can emote we love to see it, very shy & socially anxious y/n for all my fellow anxious bitches

content tags: smoking, fluffy angst, light themes of body image issues & insecurities.

word count: 2k damn i obviously have feelings for this man

flufftober drabbles (requests are closed!)

ooh, what a little moonlight can do ooh, what a little moonlight can do to you you're in love your heart's fluttering all day long

the air is stuck in your chest. with your hand pressed to your stomach, you can feel it moving up and down—you know you’re technically breathing, but your throat can’t stop constricting.

you weren’t planning on going to prom. when the topic first came up between you and your boyfriend, you were sitting in his car, parked on the side of a rarely used autoroute. the radio was off, only because you insisted on arvin not letting the car run and waste gas just to listen to music. he relented in the end, only to begin humming your favourite song with a cheesy smile, eyes focused on the view out of embarrassment instead of meeting yours.

“did lenora tell you about prom?” you asked, slowly running you your finger over his knuckles. 

arvin hummed, rolling the window down a little more so you can enjoy the early summer breeze. “she mentioned it, yeah. you thinkin’ of going?”

a snort tumbled out of you without your knowledge, and you shook your head, tracing over his wrist. “nah, it’s not really my type of scene.” you trailed off, nerves suddenly washing over you. “why? you interested?”

he was leaning against the headrest, hair tousled and eyes closed in the most restful you’d ever seen him. at your coy question, though, one of his eyes cracked open. arvin glanced at you, cheeks tinged while he tried to gauge your expression before he finally said, “if you want to, i’d go. go anywhere for you, y/n/n.”

it was pretty hard to say no after that.

and now, here you are, feeling like your heart is about to jump right out of your mouth with how violently it’s beating. if it were just you and arvin enjoying a night of music and dressing up for each other, you wouldn’t be nearly as nervous. it’s not the thought of him that’s making anxiety curdle in your stomach like rotten milk—far from it. if anything, knowing he’s waiting for you only a few steps away is the only thing that’s holding you together.

it’s them. not unlike arvin’s little sister, you’re very much a quiet, nearly invisible figure among your classmates. it wasn’t much different when arvin was roaming the school hallways at the same time as you before he dropped out. back then, you weren’t very close, but it’s not like he’s oblivious of your unease in public spaces.

regardless, you know that tonight means a great deal to him, even if he hasn’t said it out loud. lenora recounted to you her brother’s excitement while he was figuring out what to wear for your prom, and the mere idea of your tough, impenetrable man trying on outfits for his family to judge was enough to make you melt. i have to get through this, you think to yourself. for arvin, who’s never asked for anything. for arvin, who simply wants to enjoy one night of normalcy and lightheartedness with you.

taking a deep breath, you cross the street to reach the school, heartbeat thumping in your ears. the streets are crowded, students hanging outside, smoking and talking together, before entering the party. if you can even call it a party. it’s held in the school’s lousy excuse of a gym, which is nothing but a large room with slippery floors and only one window. at least the doors are somewhat decorated, a very enthusiastic bright purple banner hanging across it.

your hands are completely shaking when you push them open and walk in, wincing as you get used to the music. to your utter surprise, people seem to be enjoying themselves; a rare sight in your small town. girls in puffy dresses and extravagant hairdos, boys in ill-fit suits and gelled-back hair. in the middle of it all, your eyes finally land on arvin, standing with his back against the wall near the refreshments table.

he looks so much better than you could have imagined. black trousers cinch in his waist, the legs a little too long for him, rolled up so they don’t drag on the floor. tucked into his pants is a crisp white shirt, one of the many he has, but cleaned to perfection. he’s topped the look off with a navy blazer that he keeps fiddling with, and you can already clock his cigarette pack and lighter in the breast pocket.

you feel a little underdressed, although you’re in the fanciest dress you’ve ever worn. despite the short notice and you thinking you weren’t going to step foot in the gymnasium, you were able to scrounge up all your savings to spend on a white dress. it stops a smidge above your knees, with lace around the sleeves and the hem. you felt a little embarrassed about the somewhat excessive neckline, making you cross and uncross your arms over your chest with nerves.

arvin hasn’t noticed you yet, probably because your feet feel glued to the ground near the door, like your body simply refuses to venture further into the sea of people. right as you clench your fists and decide to take the first step forward, your breath hitches in your throat as you watch someone walk towards your boyfriend.

she’s gorgeous is your first thought. the second one is not as kind. you recognise her after blinking a few times; her name is belinda “belle” fletcher, she shares a few ap courses with you and is rumoured to be the valedictorian for your graduating class. knots form in your stomach as you see her stand beside arvin, one hand running through her silky, strawberry blonde hair and the other pointing back towards her group of friends.

arvin is expressionless as she talks to him, only for a scowl to break his face when she grabs his hands with her own, laughing loudly as she moves their interlocked palms. you can only imagine she’s asking him to dance with the way she’s swinging, hair flying around her.

you can’t find it in you to watch anymore. tears clouding your vision, you exhale shakily before turning around on your heels, pushing through a few people near the door so you can exit. the walk out of school and towards the grounds is a blur of tears, regret and annoyance. you shouldn’t have run away. no, if you were more confident, if you were more confident and free like arvin—like what arvin deserves in a girlfriend, you would have walked right over to him and pushed that girl away. if you were better, prettier, more courageous and interesting, you would have kissed him in front of everyone and danced the night away.

instead, your makeup—well, just mascara—is smeared from your crying and your feet hurt. it’s colder outside than you remember it being, now that you’ve exchanged your anticipation and anxiety for self-inflicted heartbreak. you feel like you’re hearing your own name whispered by the wind until you realise it’s arvin, his figure running towards you, getting bigger and bigger as he speeds from the school building.

“y/n,” he pants when he reaches you, “what was that?”

bottom lip trembling, you can only look away from him, rubbing your arms around yourself to fend from the chilly breeze. in the darkness of the night, only the moonlight illuminates both your faces.

“y/n.” arvin repeats, stepping forward so there’s practically no space between you. one of his hands cups your cheek, thumb wiling a tear off from under your eye, while the other reaches for your hip. “darlin’, why are you crying? what’s? did somebody say something to you in there, because i swear i’ll—”

“no.” you finally manage to utter, shaking your head and breaking out of his hold. “no, i’m what’s wrong.” his eyebrows furrow with confusion, sparking more anger in your chest. “i’m not pretty like none of those girls. i don’t have the money to buy a fashionable dress—i bought this from an old neighbour and tried to fix it for myself, but it’s still nothing compared to them. i can’t pull off any hairdos and i don’t have any makeup and i’m not that smart or—or funny or interesting. you don’t deserve to spend your new shot at prom with someone like me. you deserve so much more, arvin.”

he’s stayed quiet throughout your entire rant, lips pressed into a thin line and hard eyes watching tears cascade from yours as you hiccup and spit the words out like poison. when you’re done, he still doesn’t speak, until the weight of your speech hangs heavy in the air around you.

“you done?” arvin asks, waiting for your shy nod. “i want you to listen to me very carefully now.” he closes the distance between you again, both hands coming up to cradle your face. “i love you. i love you so damn much, y/n, that it’s terrifying sometimes. and i don’t give a damn about dresses and hairstyles, doll. you would still knock the breath right out of me if you were wearing a bag of flour.”

at his exasperated confession, you can’t help but let out a teary giggle, making him smile. arvin taps your nose with the tip of his own, the tension dissipating little by little.

“you’re so beautiful, darlin’. you shine. your warmth and care, your intelligence that you always undermine, your kindness and your laugh. everything about you is beautiful.” he whispers, even though there’s no one around. your foreheads are pressed together now, and you let your eyes flutter closed. “you’re right, i don’t deserve to be with you tonight. you are so far out of my league, it shocks everyone in this fucking town that you choose to be with me, to love me. but i’m grateful you do. i’m lucky you do. and i wouldn’t wanna be with nobody else, doll.”

looking up at him, you slowly place your palms over his hands, feeling a buzz in your chest when arvin smiles at the gesture and presses a kiss to the space between your eyebrows.

“i do,” you say, a few of your fingers running through his slicked back hair. “i love you so much, arvin.”

his grin widens, a sight that only you are awarded, and his hands drop to your waist. “well then, would ya keep making me lucky and dance with me, darlin’?”

“there’s no music, dumny.” you giggle, but you still place one hand on his shoulder and let him interlock your other with his own, his lips puckering into a kiss on your knuckles before your fingers interlock.

“we’ll make our own music, baby.” arvin pulls you closer and begins swaying to a silent rhythm, before his lips brush the corner of your lips, your cheek, and your ear. he starts humming a familiar tune, drawing another laugh out of you, and you rest your head against his sturdy chest. a stop startles you, and you look up at him, only for his lips to descend on yours.

you have to force yourself not to smile too wide so you don’t ruin the kiss, so you don’t disrupt the gentle, passionate movement of his thin lips with your own. arvin kisses you like your love can stretch this night out to last forever, like the song he continues to hum in your ear when you break apart will never end.

you can't resist him

and all you'll say

when you have kissed him is

“ooh, what a little moonlight can do”