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Draco: Alright, Potter, prepare yourself. I’m about to blow your mind

Harry: Okay, blow me

Draco: Your mind

Harry: Oh…

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Propaganda

Laurence Olivier (Hamlet, Rebecca, Pride and Prejudice)—Any reference article will tell you that he's one of the finest stage actors of the 20th century and (arguably) contributed to transforming the landscape of live theater in the Anglophone world. But this is the Tumblr hot men poll, where it is arguably more important to know that he was an incredibly charming bi disaster who eye-fucked Vivien Leigh so conspicuously that everyone talked about it, both before and after their marriage. I do not have words for how hot this man was. I once sat under a portrait of him in black velvet and tights in the NPG cafeteria, and let me tell you I remember that so much better than my sandwich. I listened to a recording of him as Coriolanus on stage and got full-body chills. I photographed his copy of Richard III in the Folger Shakespeare Library for the sake of seeing his handwriting and his thoughts. ...okay, so I may have a problem, but the point is. So hot. And delivered one of the iconic pre-1970 lines about bisexuality on film ("oysters *and* snails," Spartacus 1963.)

Harry Belafonte (Carmen Jones, Island in the Sun)—one of my favorite things in the world when I'm sad is kicking back and listening to him and Danny Kaye singing "Hava Nagila" together. Or who can forget this man singing the Banana Boat song with the Muppets?? immensely talented, a powerful fighter for civil rights and humanitarian causes his whole life, if you have any remaining doubts PLEASE look at the following pics [clips and pics attached below]

This is round 3 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Harry Belafonte propaganda:

"Now let me say this about the songs of the Caribbean - almost all black music is deeply rooted in metaphor. The only way that we could speak to the pain and anguish of our experiences was often through how we codified our stories in the songs that we sang. And when I sing the 'Banana Boat Song,' the song is a work song. It's about men who sweat all day long, and they are underpaid, and they're begging the tallyman to come and give them an honest count - counting the bananas that I've picked, so I can be paid. And sometimes, when they couldn't get money, they'll give them a drink of rum. There's a lyric in the song that says, 'Work all night on a drink of rum.' People sing and delight and dance and love it, but they don't really understand unless they study the song that they're singing a work song, a song of rebellion." -Harry Belafonte

Laurence Olivier propaganda:

"THEE actor man. You can't take theater classes and not know about this man. THEE Hamlet. Look at this lil blondie. VERY talented. (we are ignoring him also playing Othello, no he should not have done that) He was a pretty baby"

[lizthewriter]

tell me we weren't just friends / pansy parkinson

PAIRING  fem!gryffindor!reader x pansy parkinson

SUMMARY  you and pansy have been dating for a while now, much to the distress of both your and pansy's friends. but while your friends have come to be accepting of your romantic choices, you couldn't say the same about pansy's friends. what happens when pansy tries to break off your relationship when her friends start to interfere?

TAGS  fem!gryffindor!reader x pansy parkinson, reader has she/her pronouns,  angst, takes place during half-blood prince, death eaters, pansy is secretly a soft lil baby 🥺🥺, implied sexual content, insecurity, assuring, kissing, pansy is 😳😳

QUOTE  "all of your friends have been here for too long, / they must be waiting for you to move on," - friends by chase atlantic

WORD COUNT  1.7K

WRITTEN  10.24.2023

You hesitated as your glitter-ridden fingertips hovered over your eyelids. It had been three days since Pansy had broken up with you. She had avoided you every time you tried to find her after classes or corner her after dinner. She was acting so odd. It wasn't like her to just dump you and completely ignore you. Merlin, she couldn't even lay her eyes upon you. It was like she was guilty of something, or at least felt that way.

"I say good riddance." Ginny exited the bathroom in full glam, looking gorgeous as usual, and plopped down on your bed. "Now we can both be hot and single together. No girl troubles. Just you and me, our friends, and the dance floor."

You sighed, brushed the last bit of glitter over your eyelids and siphoning off the leftover residue from your fingers with your wand. You placed your eyeshadow pallette away, grabbing a lipstick and some gloss. "It's not good riddance, Gin. I really liked Pansy. I don't know what's going on with her . . . but I do have my suspicions." You added the final touches to your makeup before responding. "Malfoy. I know he has to with this, I just do."

Hermione snorted from her bed, nose stuck down a book. "Well, you and Harry make a charming duo. Tell me, are we going to make Malfoy the scapegoat to all our problems forever? Just based on simple hunches?"

"Harry's right about him," you responded with a snap, glancing towards Hermione. "He's always up to something . . . I wouldn't be surprised if he really is a Death Eater. Besides, I've seen him hanging around Pansy much more than usual as of late. I don't know . . . it just feels like something's wrong."

Ginny sighed, pushing herself up off of your bed. "Look, we're just looking out for you. I know how hurt you were when it happened . . . it would pain me to see my best friend's heart broken again." She grabbed your hands with a pout. "Come on," she whined. A smirk started to slowly grow on her face as she swayed your arms. "Let's go dancing, grab some drinks . . . have a good time, yeah? I promise you I will turn that frown upside down!"

"For someone who is supposedly so popular, you can be a bit dorky at times, you know that?"

Ginny laughed boisterously, giving your shoulder a playful shove before walking towards the door leading downstairs. "'Mione, you tagging along?"

"Goodness no," Hermione refuted, snuggling further into the warmth of her bed. "I'm afraid that the solace within my bed is far more entertaining then whatever you two plan on doing tonight. Do have fun without me though! And please don't come back to my dorm and regurgitate your dinner all over my bed like last time. If I want to see an odd lump of green paste, I'd help Hagrid feed the flobberworms."

"Will do! Come on, let's go!" Ginny started to pull you out of the dorm. "I'm not going to let you wallow in sadness at your own pity party, no, we are going to forget what happened and have fun! All right?" She didn't wait a beat for you to respond. "All right!"

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The room shivered and shook at the might boom of the bass - the music could be felt reverberating through everyone's chest for certain. A large sweaty group of kids were gathered in the middle, plastic red cups help above their heads as they swayed and jumped around. The music, of course, was provided by none other than Pansy's friend Blaise. He had always been kinder to you then her other friends, but even now you had to say that there was something paticularly dry in his eyes that made you think Draco wasn't the only friend whispering into her ears.

As your eyes started to search the room, Ginny's voice jolted you from your train of thought. "No, no, no! No wallowing tonight! What did we just talk about?" She had a disapproving look written all across her face. You sighed and rolled your eyes, but a smile couldn't help but leech into your expression.

"No self pity party," you reiterated with a mock-irritated tone.

"That's right, so let's go grab some punch that has obviously been spiked and dance!" She dragged you off towards the drinks table, pouring you a generous amount of a rather dark green of a drink. Then it was off to the dance floor, Ginny shouting at you about allowing your body to flow with the music. All you could really think about was the stench of sweat hovering in the air and the alcohol from other people's cups being sloshed all around you.

You glanced towards Ginny, who now seemed to be preoccupied with eyeing and flirting a Slytherin girl from across the room. Your eyes took to your surroundings, searching for Pansy until they finally identified her at the top of the dorm steps. All it took was one glance and she dashed back up the stairs, leaving you confused.

You decided to leave Ginny behind and follow Pansy, ignoring the glares from other Slytherin girl as you walked up the steps. You promptly stepped over a couple who was doing things that were best suited to the privacy of their own bedroom, now entering the hall. You walked down, passing one, two, three, four, five doors before landing upon the sixth one.

You didn't even knock - you felt you had a right to get an answer from Pansy and you didn't want to be turned down again.

"What do you want?" Pansy asked harshly, her back to you. She sat at the edge of the bed, gripping the mattress with all her might. Her black bob of hair was tied up in an elaborate hairdo complete with a pin stuck through the bun at rhe top of her head. It gave her a much sharper, more intimidating look then before. Not that you could see it now. "I thought I told you I don't want to see you anymore."

"And I thought that I told you that I don't believe that. Not a single word of it." You sighed, any anger in you immediately gone, now only exasperated and dischiveled. "Pans, please. Did I do something wrong? Or does this . . . does it have to do with Malfoy?"

"Didn't I tell you to go away?" Pansy snapped, suddenly standing up from the mattress and turning around to face you with a nasty expression. She marched on over to you and encouraged you in the direction of the door. "Go on! Leave! I don't want you here -"

You grabbed the hand that she had been wildly gesturing with, your fingers wrapped around her slim wrist. The silver bands on her harm slid down to somewhere near her elbow. "I thought we promised each other - no lies. No deception. I know there's something wrong, I can see it. I know you well enough to know that what you did wasn't of your own accord, Pansy. Tell me what's wrong."

You urged her with your eyes, pleading with her to talk to you. Even with your makeup on, the bags under your eyes were noticeable enough. The desperation in your tone was enough to weaken Pansy, even if just for a moment. Her expression softened, her arm slackened in your grip. You quickly released her hand, which fell down to her side.

"I . . . I can't really talk about it." She bowed her head, her eyes avoiding your own. "I just - I'm involved with something . . . and I can't let you get hurt. I won't let you get hurt."

You furrowed your brows, thinking back to what Harry had told you, Ron, and Hermione. How suspicious Draco had been acting. You glanced down towards her left arm, which was tucked away behind her back as though she didn't even want it within your line of sight.

"You're not . . . Pans, tell me you're not . . ." Pansy shut her eyes tightly, turning away from you. You grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards you. She stumbled into your chest and you wrapped your arms around her. "You can't push me away. I don't care if I get hurt, I care about you."

Pansy sniffled, her arms weakly gripping your waist. "You're not . . . mad at me?"

"I could never be mad at you Pans."

"But I'm - I'm -"

"Just a girl, who was forced into joining something she doesn't agree with. You've done nothing wrong."

Pansy sniffled, her fist pressed against your upper chest to keep herself sturdy. She glanced up at you, searching your eyes for any malicious intent but failing to find any. Her other hand reached up, brushing against your cheek before falling back down to your shoulder. As though debating during a moment's hesitation, Pansy suddenly surged forward to meet your lips, bringing her hand back up to wrape around the name of your neck. The kiss was one of passion and desperation and gratitude. You weren't one to back down and pressed into her equally as hungry, gasping as her teeth met the soft flesh of your bottom lip. You pulled away, utterly breathless, noticing the shy, yet somehow almost sly expression on her face.

She watched her fingers as they trailed across your exposed collarbone, causing you to shiver. "I really am sorry, for pushing you away . . . maybe I can make it up to you?" The tone in her voice made it obvious as to what she was suggesting. You grinned, nearing her face again, your nose brushing against her own.

"Oh really? What did you have in mind?"

Pansy smirked, reaching out and gently pushing you down onto her bed so you were seated. She crawled into your lap, legs swung around either side of your waist. She hummed, pressing a kiss against your neck. "You're about to find out."

[takes1]

Hi!!! I saw the Osamu x Reader post and as a Suna girlie it breaks my heart just a lil for Suna (very good stuff for Osamu and Reader tho, that was divine) but I was wondering maybe a slight part 2 for this where Suna gets his own happy ending? I say slight part 2 cuz Suna still has his heartbreak from the Osamu story but ends up with a different reader, perhaps? In my head it was Reader's relative who's much more of his type (relative part for slight drama, iykyk) but I'll leave that up to you!! For NSFW I'll also leave that up to you!! If that's not your cup of tea, you can ignore this ask, thanks a lot!!

hi!! thank you!! i def tried to take this in a slightly diff direction, just bc i was a little confused, but i kept the themes the same and the general prompt true to form! i hope this is alright! thanks for the request!!

warnings. sfw, alcohol consumption

info. angsty / hurt/comfort / timeskip!suna / very sad!suna / heartbreak!suna / previous relationship / suna not getting over breakup / misunderstandings / miscommunication / suna checking you out / happy ending / implied needy!suna / __ words

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"Old-fashioned. Please," The man beside you was quiet. Raspy, in a young way, but carried an age's worth of reservation in what were so few words.

He was wearing a nice, linen shirt. Orange and yellow danced off of his Harry Winston watch, but it didn't compare to the glint in his eye as he turned to look at your equally classy style.

The name that breezed off of your lips a little too easy.

"Rintarou?"

Other voices from around the rest of the bar fell away. White noise to you- a loud, gray static to him.

His fingers felt ice cold despite not nursing a drink, a decision he regretted not partaking in sooner with the rest of his team, now.

The knot in his throat kept him from responding.

"Wanna start a tap?" The bartender slid his drink towards him. He eyed you when Suna didn't take it right away.

A brief glance between this tense scene was all it took to understand.

He offered his card between two fingers and took the seat next to you without a word.

"This isn't going to work out."

Three years. So many victories, so many trials-- gone. You swore up and down you never felt anything, even after you watched him break down into tears for an hour.

Your passive stare, completely impartial to whether he lived or died, was all the solace he got.

He must've cried for days. He almost didn't show up for graduation.

The twins thought he died.

Suna held an empty stare forward at the glossy counter- fingers circling the mouth of his glass, sometimes twirling it.

Drowning in vat of ice-cold water would be a warmer feeling than this eternal torture.

The memory of you walking out of the gym, holding yourself because you knew what you were doing, and now you had nobody to comfort you for your cruelty.

A shaky sigh fogged the cool glass on his bottom lip before he took a necessary sip.

Something kind, finally.

The heat that crawled down his throat eased your next words enough for him to bare through it.

"What are you doing here?"

Your sad attempt at trying to make conversation set him off.

His nose scrunched with the effort it took to try to pull himself together. Just your voice dragged him so far back into that deep, never ending spiral of insecurity and uncertainty.

His similarly-dressed team taking up space and sound on the other side of the bar was the first thing anyone was bound to notice. After winning a game, they usually went out for drinks- but just like every other time he was dragged along, he found himself not having as much fun as he ought to.

He grew weary of their energy and insistence that he get a girlfriend to cheer him up.

This quiet separation from the pack, his sulky demeanor, and the pain he wore on his brow was evident to even the bartender. He knew you could see it and hated himself for it.

"Celebrating," His voice was so quiet it took you seconds after to completely register it.

Watchful eyes waited for your expression to shift. It made you as uncomfortable as he wanted, but he couldn't keep the fortitude to enjoy it. He opted for his glass in time to watch his ice cube drop, shift in his drink. It looked fuller, now.

He brought the bitter thing up to his lips and handled it astoundingly well.

Your pretty eyelashes looked prettier when you looked away from him. Longer and fuller when you weren't facing him. That flawless makeup, caressed by the soft, warm light of the bar must've taken you hours.

You were different. He tried not to notice.

"How have you been?"

It wasn't an apology. His fingers slipped on the gathered condensation and he hesitated to take another sip so soon.

"Busy," He looked at your glittery shoulder when you faced him again, "You?"

There were a few moments of silence that he didn't notice. His low-lidded study of your little dress was soothing the burn in the back of his throat, a painful mix from needing to cry and the strength of his drink.

Part of him was relieved you hadn't let yourself go. You were a divine gift that any man would be glad to have, and his opinion, should be willing to break himself over.

The dress honored his useless devotion well.

Part of him would never forgive you for not throwing yourself into a pit of despair for your heartless words. His eyes hardened at once, now at the curve of your thighs that stayed crossed under the bar.

"Can you look at me?"

When his eyes shot up to meet yours, it felt like you were staring down a wounded animal.

The full weight of your decision dawned on you and you realized, all at once, that you had been wrong for years.

You hadn't spared him the way you convinced yourself that you had.

Something reminiscent of fear flashed across your face. He left you to think and chugged the rest of his whiskey. His ice clinked in the glass when he set it down and flagged the bartender.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Slipped out, a little too early, as you both watched the glass refill with golden-brown color.

He squinted down and you were grateful it wasn't a look directed straight at you.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," He snapped as soon as your company left.

With more time spent sitting next you, basking in your presence for the first time in so long, and his inhibition slowly fading, he felt himself start to get belligerent.

"I was-," You sighed, trying to control the frustration in your voice because you knew it wouldn't help, "I was trying to give you more options."

It was quiet for a long minute.

The hateful stare he kept on his own hand told you he was not convinced.

"I knew it would be tough on us, with you travelling for the team."

A tough brow softened, just a little. His thumb slid against the rim of the glass, thoughtful, about a better time. When he had something else to look forward to other than practice, or games.

"I didn't wanna put you through that. I didn't want- to make you choose."

His life was empty beyond the court. He couldn't imagine any scenario that would've played out to be worse than this. His face stung when he spared a sideways glance at your pretty face.

"So you chose for me," He rolled his cloudy eyes.

His words were like acid.

You couldn't swallow the lump in your throat. You turned from him, angry that he wasn't doing well, guilty that it had to do with something you thought was a good decision.

A big breath through your nose.

"And I'm sorry," You bit the inside of your cheek when he froze, "I really can't express how sorry I am."

The apology wasn't something he could rationalize as anything other than genuine, and heartfelt.

Confusion ran through him, made much worse by his buzz-- his eyes burned and he furiously wiped one eye. He had convinced himself you were secretly an emotionless, terrible person for doing that to him. The fact that you could possibly atone for it made him wildly uncomfortable.

His chair scraped when he pushed himself up to stand and face you. He kept one arm on the bar.

"I wanted to make it work!"

His version of loud was by no means actually loud, but it still startled you.

"And- you didn't," He was already back to a soft mutter, but it was wobbly when he kept talking, "I don't know what else I could've done, to be enough for you."

"You were enough," You instantly argued, "I just-,"

Another frustrated, teary sigh, "I didn't think I was."

It must've been muscle memory. Suna didn't realize he was wiping a tear from your face until his hand was already back down by his side.

He hated seeing you cry so much that it trumped his own lingering, maladaptive thoughts. Especially when you looked so good.

Your small, sad smile at his chivalry eased the weight in his chest.

He felt like he could breathe for the first time in years.

"You were everything to me," You admitted.

He had to take his seat at that. Closer, this time.

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peaceful birthday evening- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x gn! reader w: just fluff, not proofread summary: (y/n) and harry spend an evening together celebrating harry's birthday a/n: enjoy this lil blurb in honor of harry's birthday. its a lil bit late but i do have another harry birthday fic/request coming soon but i wanted to get something out today.

It was a peaceful evening in Godric's Hollow where (Y/N) lived with Harry. After the war, Harry decided to move into his parents old home with (Y/N), who he recently proposed to. Though the move was bittersweet, the two made the place their own.

It was Harry's birthday today. (Y/N) had taken the day off but unfortunately for Harry, he was called into work for some emergency. The boy was reluctant to leave, claiming he just wanted to be in bed. Though (Y/N) wanted him to stay, they knew he had to go solve whatever it may be the ministry needed.

So what was (Y/N) doing at this moment? They decided to take advantage of Harry not being here to prepare his favorite dinner and make his favorite dessert, treacle tart. After spending so much time with the boy, (Y/N) had learned how to make treacle tarts for him. (Y/N)'s were Harry's favorite and had once said no other treacle tart can top theirs.

As (Y/N) finished placing the meal for them and Harry into two plates, the door had opened and a familiar voice had spoke.

"(Y/N)? I'm home!" It was Harry. Home just in time.

"In the kitchen!" (Y/N) yelled to him.

Harry walked into the kitchen with his coat in his hand. He stopped at the table, seeing his favorite food set on there.

"What's this?" He asked.

"Your favorite. For you." (Y/N) told him. "Now go change so we can eat."

Harry smiled and gave them a kiss on the cheek before going to change into more comfortable clothes. When he returned, the two made haste to eat, both hungry from their tasks. Once they finished, Harry was about to get up before (Y/N) stopped him.

"Wait, stay here. I've got another one of your favorites," (Y/N) hinted before going to grab the treacle tart.

Harry's eyes lit up when he saw the dessert.

"Love, you didn't. You shouldn't have."

"But I wanted to," (Y/N) said as they lit up a candle. "It's your birthday and I wanted it to be good."

Harry placed his hand on their cheek before pulling them into a kiss, showing how grateful he is for them.

Harry pulls back after about a minute. "I love you, so much."

(Y/N) smiled before responding. "I love you too, Harry. Now blow your candle out and make a wish."

The boy blew out the candles, cutting a piece for (Y/N) and another for himself. He didn't really have a wish in mind. He's free from Voldemort, he has his dream career, he has his own home, and he has the love of his life by his side. Sure, he's still sad from all the losses he's experienced, but no wish could bring them back. They sacrificed themselves to help achieve this newfound peace. And for that he is thankful.

A calming voice interrupt his thoughts. "So what do you want to do, darling?"

"Honestly," Harry began. "I just want to be right by your side."

"So cuddles?"

"Definitely cuddles."

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'Be brave like my mother, Professor'

I have always loved the Harry-Slughorn scene in the books where Harry coerces pushes Slughorn into giving him the vital Horcrux memory, because of how strongly it parallels Tom Riddle. The quality of willingness to do whatever it takes for a larger goal.

The scene begins with Hagrid and Slughorn singing drunken songs, and Harry refilling the drink in the background (already paralleling Tom who got Hagrid to fess up Fluffy information in a bar). That already adds a coercive quality to the scene, given that Felix felicis also assures Harry that Slughorn won't remember handing over this memory tomorrow (which the films try to make consensual cos they can't have hero doing messed up things, but HJP is a lil messed up. That's why he is a great protagonist).

Anyway, in my recent re-read, I picked up something I hadn't realised before:

“No — well, I was only one when they died,” said Harry, his eyes on the flame of the candle flickering in Hagrid’s heavy snores. “But I’ve found out pretty much what happened since. My dad died first. Did you know that?” “I — I didn’t,” said Slughorn in a hushed voice. “Yeah . . . Voldemort murdered him and then stepped over his body toward my mum,” said Harry.

I have highlighted a line that Harry can't have known until the next book - until he actually sees his parents' murder through Voldemort's eyes. Until now, this is the information he has:

James' death:

Then came a new voice, a man’s voice, shouting, panicking — “Lily, take Harry and go, It’s him, Go! Run, I’ll hold him off~ The sounds of someone stumbling from a room — a door bursting open — a cackle of high-pitched laughter 

Lily's death:

“Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry,” “ Stand aside, you silly girl ... stand aside, now. ...” “ Stand aside, you silly girl ... stand aside, now. ...” “ Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead — ”

And of course, Voldemort's taunts in Philosopher's Stone, which he will reference. The detail about Voldemort stepping over his father's body towards his mum is constructed - something he may have imagined while replaying their last moments in his head in POA (which he is said to have done), and he particularly uses this line, of Voldemort casually degrading his father's body by stepping over it to really push Slughorn's buttons, to horrify him.

Respectability is important to Slughorn, and he will emotionally respond to callous details like this. Harry understands this, given what he observes about Slughorn over the course of this book.

And then Harry tells Slughorn what Voldemort said in Philosopher's Stone:

Slughorn gave a great shudder, but he did not seem able to tear his horrified gaze away from Harry’s face. “He told her to get out of the way,” said Harry remorselessly. “He told me she needn’t have died. He only wanted me. She could have run.” “Oh dear,” breathed Slughorn. “She could have ... she needn’t ... That’s awful. ...”

This is what Voldemort says:

but your mother needn’t have died ... she was trying to protect you. ... Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain.”

Interesting how Harry uses a similar tactic on Slughorn later in the scene: "give me the memory or she would have died in vain".

Anyway, back to the scene. To make the scene even more horrifying for Slughorn, Harry infers Lily's motivations from what he has heard from his parents' last moments and says it to induce more horror:

“It is, isn’t it?” said Harry, in a voice barely more than a whisper. “But she didn’t move. Dad was already dead, but she didn’t want me to go too. She tried to plead with Voldemort ... but he just laughed. ...”

The idea that Harry replayed his parents' death over and over again back when he first heard their deaths, imagined their motivation, constructed a scene for himself is extremely sad. This is how he talks about it in POA:

D’you know what I see and hear every time a dementor gets too near me?” Ron and Hermione shook their heads, looking apprehensive. “I can hear my mum screaming and pleading with Voldemort. And if you’d heard your mum screaming like that, just about to be killed, you wouldn’t forget it in a hurry. And if you found out someone who was supposed to be a friend of hers betrayed her and sent Voldemort after her — ” “There’s nothing you can do!” said Hermione, looking stricken.

But the fact that he then uses something that is obviously a horrifying and personal memory against Slughorn is absolutely chilling.

Anyway, here is Harry taking the leaf out of Voldemort's book:

"But you won’t help her son,” said Harry. “She gave me her life, but you won’t give me a memory.” Harry looked steadily into Slughorn’s tear-filled eyes. The Potions master seemed unable to look away.

After which, Harry takes ownership of being the 'Chosen One' out loud to another person. That is, of course, important in context of next chapter because it also deals with statement and interrogates it.

It is only at the end of the scene that Harry offers mercy for Slughorn's guilt: "You'd cancel out anything you did by giving me that memory. It would be a very brave and noble thing to do."

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Harry is most of all a desperate and clingy yandere.

Wants to be glued to you all the time. Harry just can not help it. Whenever he is away from you he can not help to miss you. Your presence is like a life force. 

Longs for your praise. It is just euphoric. Having the opportunity to make you proud, to prove himself to you, to show how he is capable of being a good lover to you. It just leaves Harry enraptured. 

His pastel blue hoodie covering your upper body whilst he fully embraces you with his warm body. Feeling Harry’s smile against your skin. The heat of his breathing washing over you. His voice holding so much love in it that just hearing it makes your heart beat so fast it almost hurts.

Naturally falls into the submissive role in the relationship. Feels guilty since he deems it selfish, but Harry loves it when you take control of him and everything else. So he can only focus on your presence and your touch. 

Overall feels that you dominating him is just right (submissive, but unfortunately not breedable).

To him, you are happiness. Just pure happiness. And everyone around can see that. His friends, his family, and his fans. Harry’s heart-eyes and excited voice and speech whenever he can speak about you, catches everyone’s eye.

But after a while, it becomes a bit bitter to the others around him. It is odd, even a bit concerning. Harry’s need to be around you all the time. The worst of it comes out when he is taken away from you. He becomes irritated, sad, and impatient at the same time. But no one dares to mention it, not after one of the Sidemen did and got hit with a storm. 

Will not tolerate any disrespect towards you. He can be mean, very mean and his fist can be even more malicious with the anger that it withholds. If someone attempts to disturb you or make you feel a negative emotion he will not hold back. Unless you tell him to of course. 

Admittedly his clinginess can be extremely tiring. And might even lead to you wanting to take a break from the relationship or end it altogether. Harry would not know what to do, just consumed by shock, fear and misery clouding his world.

“No, NO. Please don’t”

He would just cling to you. As if you were going to disappear for good if he held you any tighter. In a way, you would.

“Do you want me to beg, I can beg”

Falling to his knees, now desperately holding on to your legs he would beg. His mind racing, not knowing what to say, but needing to prevent you from leaving

“I can change, I will change. Do anything you want, be what you want me to be. Please don’t leave me. I am begging you. Please, oh please. Just Please”

Hiccups of forlorn cries interrupted Harry’s rambling as he looked up at you with hope. Wishing you would smile upon him, stroke his cheek and say you will not leave him.

Almost like clay, ready to be molded to his owner's wish, if they wish to do so.

But no matter if you change and manipulate him a bit or not, Harry’s love and desire will not weaken in strength. They will only get stronger until he breathes his last breath. 

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If you guys want I could also do some lil headcanons abt smut with yan!H and go a lil dark with it lol. Anyways, i hope you enjoyed this and that you have a good day or night 💗!!

[daisyblog]

Two Pink Lines

Harry's House Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry find out their expecting a baby.

"Shit"

Staring back at her were two pink lines. It explained the nausea, the extra tiredness and the one reason she took the test, her period was 7 days late. Something that she never experienced in the five years of starting puberty. YN was feeling all the emotions right now, scared, happy, sad, excited, terrified, anxious, overwhelmed.

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Since she was young, it was her dream to be a Mum one day. Provide them with love, warmth and a happy healthy home. Something she longed to feel. Growing up with her father and stepmother was anything but loving, kind and happy. YN was ten when her mother was involved in a tragic car accident and she passed away in hospital the same night.

Lillian, or Lil as everyone called her, was loved by all for her kindness, her loving ways and her want to make those around her feel special. YN and her mum were joined at the hip, mother and daughter but best friends too.

She remembers playing in the garden with Harry at his house one day during the summer, Anne was pottering around in the kitchen when she called them both inside, sat YN down and explained that her Mum had been in an accident and in Anne's words "She's with the stars angel". How else could she tell her best friend's little girl her mother was no longer here. That night YN stayed at Anne's, cuddled up with love and security in a welcoming home.

A few days after the accident, YN went to live with her father and stepmother, Emma. She remembers how cruel they were when they saw her crying and grieving for her mother.

"what are you crying for?"

"she never loved you otherwise she'd still be here"

"she's gone just get over it"

"she's so selfish 'cause now we've got to look after you"

That was only the beginning. Most children would do anything to spend one more minute in their beds, trying to get an extra few minutes as their parents shouted up the stairs telling them they were going to be late for school. Not YN, she loved the sound of her alarm going off in the early mornings, rushing around the quiet house as her father and Emma was still sleeping due to being up all night drinking and who knows what else.

From a young age, she had to grow up quickly, she matured overnight. Not many ten-year-olds were getting themselves up, washed and dressed and taking themselves off to school. Anne noticed, she noticed everything. She approached David and Emma, thinking that perhaps they needed some help with YN, she knew how hard it could be raising a child, she was a mother of two herself. But Anne was told to mind her own business and not interfere. So instead she made an extra packed lunch in the mornings and slipped it into YN's hand in the schoolyard in the mornings and as Harry and YN grew older and headed off to secondary school, she would give Harry some extra money with a "make sure YN eats please".

It was when the pair were around fifteen, Anne noticed the change in Harry and YN's friendship. Their friendship group included six of them, Harry, YN, Jonny, Fern, Jenny and Noah. The six of them were inseparable, a true friendship group, always loyal to one another. She smirked as she caught her son gazing at the young girl as she spoke when they sat at the table for dinner, she'd chuckle to herself when Harry would stumble over his words when he tried to talk to her, despite them being friends since birth.

It was a Saturday evening and the six friends had gathered in the garden of Harry's house. Anne was standing peaking out of the double glass doors that opened out into the garden. The group were spread out on the wicker furniture, Harry and YN sitting next to each other with Harry's arm laying behind YN as his fingers played with her loose hair.

"Dear god woman..leave them alone" Robin startled Anne as he entered the kitchen and walking over to where the kettle was and flicked the button.

"But look she's letting him play with her hair...it has to mean something she's hated any physical affection since she went and lived with her father"

Robin closed his eyes for a moment "Anne..darling...just leave them be..if they're together then great but try not to look into everything they do..I mean yes she doesn't like affection but who could blame her after living with those idiots"

"I'd say they're more than idiots...the poor girl has no confidence...and then they decide one day to leave and go and live in Spain and leave her without a home...Lil and I always promised each other we would protect our children and I will keep my promise" Anne explained.

The sound of footsteps walking into the kitchen, interrupted the conversation. Gemma entered and picked some grapes from the counter "What are you doing?"

Before Anne could answer, Robin quickly spoke "Your Mum is spying on Harry and his friends", causing the older girl to laugh as her mother sent a glare his way.

"I'm not spying..I'm..uh..I think Harry and YN are more than friends and are hiding it" Anne admitted.

Without hesitation, Gemma spoke as she popped another grape into her mouth "Oh they're definitely more than friends"

"See..even Gemma has noticed" Anne sent Robin a proud grin, causing him to roll his eyes playfully.

"Well it was a bit hard to miss when they had their tongues down each other's throats"

Robin chocked on his tea, Anne's head whipped around "W-what..what do you mean?"

"Yeh we saw them a few days ago up the fields by the river..I tried wiping it from my memory" Gemma shivered as she relived the moment she and her friends spotted her younger brother and YN kissing by one of the trees.

"I knew it" Anne exclaimed, a wide smile sitting on her face as she claps her hand dramatically. Gemma and Robin looking on pitying the young couple sitting outside completely unaware of the grilling they were going to be up against.

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She wasn't sure how long she stood there and stared at the positive pregnancy test, but what snapped her back to reality was hearing Harry singing from the kitchen where he was currently making them breakfast. Harry was unaware that she was standing behind the closed door with his baby growing inside her.

His career had just begun, the tour was underway, and they were heading to Australia soon. Would he be happy? Would he blame her? Would he leave her to raise the baby by herself? The band, management, the fans. What would they all say?

Taking a deep breath, YN decided she need to rip the band-aid and leave the bathroom and tell Harry. This was her Harry after all, not Harry Styles from One Direction. He was Harry, her best friend since birth, Harry who looked after her and make sure she had eaten when her pathetic father and stepmother didn't care, Harry who showed her love and how to enjoy physical affection, Harry her boyfriend of three years, Harry the love of her life.

Picking up the plastic stick that held their future, YN found herself walking towards the kitchen where a topless Harry was serving up their breakfast. Tea, toast and scrambled eggs.

As Harry noticed her walking in, he smiled "Hey..you alright?..I thought you'd disappeared for a moment" he joked. But as YN placed the test down on the counter in front of him, displaying the two pink lines, she notices Harry gulp and stare down at the item in front of him. Panic was written all over his face.

"I'm pregnant"

Silence. Silence and more silence.

The silence was painful, it was like YN was being punished. She wanted him to say something, anything. But instead, he stood there frozen, not looking at her.

"Harry please say something"

Harry found her eyes and nodded his head slightly, acknowledging her "Uh..um..I...sorry I'm just in shock"

Tears blurred YN's vision, before she pitty-fully pleaded "Please don't leave me"

"Babe..I would never" Harry panicked, before walking around to pull her into an embrace "C'mere..I'm not going anywhere...I'm just in shock that's all"

YN's arms were wrapped around his bare torso, while his arms laid on her shoulders, his head leaning on top of hers. Now and again leaving a peck to her hair.

"What are we going to do?" YN asked quietly as she stayed wrapped in her arms.

"We're going to have some breakfast 'cause you've got a baby to grow" Harry spoke casually, a slight smirk on his face.

YN looked up from her position "Are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure" Harry reassured her.

"I love you"

"I love you too" Harry leaned down to meet her lips with his, and YN didn't miss the way his finger rubbed against the fabric covering her tummy.

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[glitteredrry]

fic rec !

here are some of my fav fics that i’ve cherished. thank you to all authors who wrote these. now have fun going down the rabbit hole. 💌

angst

-manchester night two by @erodasfishtacos (any angst by them!)

- y/n gets jealous by @pleasingforharry

- strike by @missmielyhoran

- never alone by @goldengalore

- action by @alonetimelover

- scandal by @goldengalore

- ignored by @emotions-make-us

- cabin fever @cherievol6

- breaking the ice @purplekiwis

- still together, still going strong by @harrysmimi

- why is daddy sad? by @gucciwins

- shitty friend groups by @tbslharry222

- power by @goldenbuckyyy

- better off by @avatar-anna

- i’m on the roof @meetmymouth

fluff

(i don’t read really read fluff so sorry for it being this short)

- single dadrry by @haarrrys

- boyfriendrry by @secret-rendezvous1d

- her first by @hsgucci94

- scared? of him? by @harryscherrypie

- lil grumpy man by @a-strange-familiar

- lavender bubbles and blueberry pancakes by @erodasfishtacos

- baby talk by @harrysmimi

smut

- harry is obsessed with… by @pleasingforharry

- american honey by @londonbelow

- struggle by @willowrites

- soft by @moonchildstyles

- not tonight @venusstyless

- let’s have a bath together by @watermelonlovershigh

- assistance by @missmielyhoran

- i just want a lover by @bopbopstyles

- did you mean it? by @sushihousrry

- hotel room by @eveningepiphany 

- loving you is easy (demi) & hurts like hell by @erodasfishtacos

a.u. or series

- the queen's secret by @gurugirl

- daddy issues by @fkinavocado

- curvy secret by @swiftmendeshoran

- since forever by @satanhalsey

- lone wolf by @jarofstyles

- king of the jungle by @jarofstyles

masterlist

- @erodasfishtacos read here

- @0nlythrowharrybeaux read here

- @satanhalsey read here

- @harryistheonlyoneforme read here

- @harrieatthemet read here

- @harrysfolklore read here

- @jawllines read here

- @jarofstyles read here

- @shroombloomm read here

- @finelinevogue read here

- @pleasingforharry read here

wattpad

- perspective by mysterymixtapes (also love their other books)

- aerial by peanutboyfriend (all time fav)

- petal by _londonbelow (very special to me)

- fine line by gillalmightyy

- adonis by temptress_

- earned it by alisonfelix

- on top by sogoldenarry

- moonstruck by deathlythrilled (unfinished but still a great read)

- pierced by tpwkmila

💌

thank you to every author who was vulnerable enough to share their work with the us. i know that it is not easy to write and share your work, but you do, and for that i’m thankful. not to exaggerate, but you might not know that you’re the light in someone’s life right now. you serve as a distraction that people need. keep writing and sharing your stories. also, to anyone who has been thinking about writing stories, please do! you never know how you might help someone. sending you all the most love. - n <3

[mykoreanlove]

to you, lil' kookie

Jungkook felt his senior’s arms strongly around his crouched body, his grip tightening with each inhale of breath. Joon always used to speak to him softly, but today he was even more cautious.

“She is not coming back, Kookie. Okay? She won’t come back.”

Salty tears stained Joon’s shirt, but he didn’t mind. His younger brother was hurt in a way he had never been hurt before. Joon would turn back time if he could. He would go back long before Jungkook met you, long before you could break his heart. Unfortunately, though, he couldn’t.

Joon patted his head softly while whispering.

“You are going to be okay, Kookie. You are going to be okay.” Jungkook started sobbing harder, gasping for air as he cried out.

“How? How can I be okay if she doesn’t want me? Tell me how, hyung?”

In the weeks prior his friends tried everything to cheer him up.

Jin took him to a fancy salon to get him a fresh look but all he saw were his sad eyes.

Hobi flew him out to LA to go out dancing with actors and models, but he just stood in the corner watching, too sad to even move.

Jimin tried setting him up with other girls, one more beautiful than the other, but everyone he met reminded him of you.

Yoongi bought every brand of liquor available but even the bitterest taste couldn’t erase the sweetest memory of you.

Taehyung took him out to the peaceful forest to spend some time in solitude, but being alone with his thoughts was even worse.

And Joon? Joon just went straight in – “face your demons and conquer them“, he used to say.

Jungkook stared at the empty, emerald green journal which was gifted to him by his hyung. He scoffed, too annoyed to even try writing about his feelings. How was he even supposed to start? Joon once told him that if love got taken away from us, it’s the small child within us that suffers the most.

“You think you need the other person but what you really need is you.”

Jungkook had no idea where Joon took all his wisdom from. Was he right? Should he give this a try? He clasped his hands above his head, trying to think straight.

“It’s not like there is something else I want to do anyway”, he mustered to himself.

Jungkook opened the black journal and stumbled upon the first page. Joon had left him a little note: “To you, little Kookie.” He smiled wholeheartedly, touched by his friend’s affection for him.

Jungkook scratched the back of his head, unsure how to even begin writing to his younger self. “Don’t overthink it. Just let it flow. This is a safe space for you, Kookie. It needs to be.”

He grabbed a pencil and started writing.

Dear little Kookie,

He scratched what he wrote and shook his head in resistance.

“God, I sound so stupid. Why am I doing this?” He thought back to his conversation with Joon.

“Picture yourself as a little kid if you find it hard to write to yourself. It’s not like you’re writing to a stranger. You are talking to yourself.”

Dear little Kookie,

Dear little Kookie,

Not gonna lie – I feel stupid doing this right now. But if we’re being brutally honest right now, I have felt stupid for quite some time now. It didn’t work out with y/n and I feel devastated. I really wanted her. I really wanted her to want me. But I guess I wasn’t her type after all.

So, she broke my heart, blocked my number and left me like I didn’t matter. My friends tried everything to make me feel better, but they failed. Hyung made me write to you, so I guess this is my last hope. I don’t even know what to say though?

Are you as sad as me?

Jungkook stared at the last sentence, hoping for some kind of interaction. He laughed at himself after realizing what he was doing.

“Who am I, Harry Potter?” He chewed on his pencil for a while before continuing writing.

You are as sad as me, huh? Guess we both feel like shit. I tried everything to run away from feeling like that. Didn’t work.

Is this forever? Can we change? Can we heal? Hyung told me about relationships, you know. He is very smart but sometimes he says things that go way over my head. He said that the most important relationship I have is with you, little Kookie. With me, I suppose.

And I neglected you for a while, didn’t I?

Jungkook interrupted his writings to get himself a drink. Facing his pain was harder than he thought. Yoongi’s brown liquor burned in his throat, but he gladly welcomed another kind of pain for once.

I am sorry, little Kookie. I am sorry that you and I have to go through this. And I’m also sorry that we had to face so much pain in the past, too. Dating is hard, don’t you think?

Loving is even harder. I am sorry for all the trouble I put you through. I never really tended to your wounds, did I? Instead, I waited for someone external to mend them for us. Sorry I neglected you all these years.

He took a deep breath before thinking about you.

Little Kookie, I am sorry for how it went down with y/n. I am sorry that I did everything imaginable to convince her I was worthy of her love while you were dying inside from heartbreak. I tried to give her everything until nothing was left of me.

I am sorry I didn’t notice you. I wasn’t there, I was too occupied with her. Y/N neglected me whilst I neglected you. I should have been here with you. I should have held your hand and reassured you. I am sorry I made you question yourself. I should have let her go and focus on you and me. I should have told you how amazing you are. How great you are. And that you are worthy of love, that you deserve to be loved. If she can’t see that, then it’s her loss.

But I didn’t. I was mean to you – and me. I lay there crying every night, wondering why I wasn’t good enough for her. I tortured myself thinking that she would find someone better than me anyway. And then she did.

I should have chosen you, but I chose her instead. And that backfired.

Jungkook sat silently crying in front of his journal. Joon was right – it felt good to get this off his chest, even if the pain was bittersweet.

“You can go on and paint her as the villain or you could use your energy on you, Kookie. Don’t you think you’re finally worth your own attention for once?”

Jungkook let his head fall back in exhaustion, thinking of all the ways he had mistreated himself. He thought back to all those moments in which he behaved like a person without a backbone, or self respect. Like a wolf starved of love he would have taken anything from you, too weak to even realize how poisonous you were.“

“I used to ask her why she didn’t want me. Why didn’t she love me? Why did she only use me? Was that all I was good for? Is this all I’m ever going to be?”

He gulped harder, holding back tears.

“All this time I felt like worthless shit. And so did little Kookie. I tried so hard for her to love me so I could finally feel whole again. I can only imagine how little Kookie must have felt.”

Shame accompanied by disgust clouded his body.

“I have made a complete fool out of myself by begging her to love me. How pathetic is that? I chased someone who didn’t want me. For months I let her play me like a fiddle. Why did I do that? Why did I do that to us?”

Soon, his feelings of self-attack merged into something greater – a hunger for healing.

Little Kookie, I don’t know what the future will hold for us, but I promise you I will be better. And I will make you proud. I won’t rely on someone else to make us feel whole again.

Or loved. I can love you for the both of us. I have no idea how I’m going to do this but I’m sure hyung will help me. Can you forgive me?

He hugged himself tightly, squeezing his arms in response to the sadness he was feeling.

“Hyung was right. Even if it takes time, I will be alright again. Me and little Kookie will be alright this time. We have to be.”

[pleasingsatellite]

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yourinstagram I’M OPENING FOR TAYLOR SWIFT?????

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y/nfan1 OMG MY TWO FAVS IN ONE PLACE

y/nfan2 preparing for war aka ticketmaster 🫡

y/nfan3 slay my bestie is doing stadiums!!!!

harrystyles Congrats x.

↳yourinstagram OMG?

↳ y/nfan4 harry what are you doing here?

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harryupdates During Harry’s recent interview with Zane Lowe Harry said he had planned to have y/n open for him during his upcoming European tour but Taylor Swift asked her before he could!

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harryfan1 this would have been so iconic

harryfan2 sorry harry no one works faster than miss swift

harryfan3 first he’s commenting on her pics and now this? my man has a fat crush huh

yourinstagram NOT MY FAV PEOPLE BOTH WANTING ME

↳harryfan4 do you know how jealous I am of you

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y/nupdates y/n meeting fans today in London! According to the fans she met y/n talked about harry’s recent interview and said she dm’d him after and they plan to write some music together very soon!!!!

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y/nfan1 HARRY AND Y/N WRITING TOGETHER

harryfan1 okay but I kinda ship them sorry 🤭

↳y/nfan2 …same…

y/nfan3 y/n making the first move and dming harry first what a girlboss

harryfan2 harry was late to asking her to open for him AND late to dm her first my mans needs to catch up!!

y/nfan4 she looks so pretty 🥺

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yourinstagram slid into harry’s DM’s and got a response how many of you can say that?

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y/nfan1 STOP OMG

y/nfan2 she’s so right to brag about this

↳harryfan1 no because if that was me I’d be screaming it from the roof tops I’d tell everyone

harrystyles Nice pillow.

↳yourinstagram sorry I am going to have to block you now, you were literally never suppose to see that..

↳harrystyles If you bring it to the studio I might even sign it for you.

harryfan2 not him flirting in instagram comments who is he

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harryflorals HARRY AT Y/N’S CONCERT IN LONDON TONIGHT WITH MITCH

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y/nfan1 y’all should have seen his dancing…🤭

↳harryfan1 yeah gonna need you to post that now

harryfan2 this man is in LOVE

harryfan3 he brought Mitch to get his seal of approval

harryfan4 he’s so cute and happy I love this for him

y/nfan2 y/n mentioned him during her speech she said she’s so happy to have someone extra special in the audience and that she hopes he loves the show and harry started smiling it was adorable

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harrynews harry was spotted at a coffee shop today in london with y/n!

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harryfan1 ooooh okay lil coffee date

harryfan2 Deux Moi got a anon that said they over heard them talking about her new single they were writing together 👀

harryfan3 when can I say I think they’re dating and y’all not get mad at me….

↳harryfan4 they’ve def got something going on

↳harryfan4 they’re probably just friends guys, he just got out of a long relationship 🤷🏻‍♀️

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yourinstagram in my “my life feels like a dream” era

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y/nfan1 trade lives with me for just a day I have a math test tomorrow and I wanna be besties with harry and taylor 🥺

↳yourinstagram I’m terrible at math or I would :(

y/nfan2 happiness looks so good on you bestie

y/nfan3 queen of selfies

harrystyles I too am in that era as well.

↳harryfan1 hell yeah you are king!!!!!!

↳yourinstagram an honor to be entering a new era alongside you 🫡

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yourinstagram my newest single “Difficult” written by me and Mr. Harry Styles is out tomorrow I hope you love it 🫶🏻

📸 harrystyles

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harryfan1 OMG OMG OMG

y/nfan1 new music omg a slay

y/nfan2 it’s giving sad vibes and i’m here for it

harrystyles I’ll write with you anytime.

↳yourinstagram don’t tell me that cause I’ll ask you every day

↳harrystyles I’m busy tomorrow at 5 but can do any time besides that.

y/nfan3 sorry I ship it y’all they’re endgame for me

Hello!! Long time no see! Hope you enjoy this and would love some feedback 🫶🏻

[violetsandfluff]

Drunkrry x Sick!Y/N

Harry came home drunk from a bar one night to find Y/N snuggled up in bed, sniffling and shivering. At first, he wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. He wove over to the bed and placed a cold hand on her forehead.

“M’baby,” he slurred. “Yer s’warm.”

She looked intently up at him. When he was drunk, she usually took care of him, reminding him to drink water and brush his teeth, and helping him when his tummy and head hurt.

When she was sick, he helped her take her pills and cuddled her until she was asleep.

She knew he wouldn’t be able to help her right now, but she was also fairly certain that she wouldn’t be able to help him.

He got in bed and snuggled up next to her. “M’sorry yer sick, lil bae,” he spoke into the top of her head.

His breath smelled like alcohol and she was able to croak out that he needed to brush his teeth.

He went into the bathroom and tried his best to brush his teeth. When he came home drunk, she usually brushed his teeth for him, holding his chin and gazing at him softly while she worked.

He returned to bed as she was taking Tylenol to make her feel better.

“C’you gimme cuddles?” he asked and she moved into his arms, having to smile as he kissed her lazily.

“When’d you get sick, love?” he asked, rubbing her back roughly.

“Just a few hours ago,” she admitted, shifting in his arms.

“Hope y’feel better,” he said honestly. “I don’like when m’baby’s sick. She seems so sad.”

“ ‘M not sad,” she said. “I’m just glad you’re home.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

[spadesolace]

polaroid love - bonus 0.6: falling

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it had been a week since minji went out with y/n. a week of confusion and listening to sad girl music.

on the other hand, hanni knew something was up between her leader and her crush, who wouldn’t notice the way minji walked back to her room holding the flowers closely while y/n simply hugged her before leaving. watching the entire interaction has been weird for the group, even the mama practice was awkward. hanni watched the way minji tries her best to keep the group intact, giving everyone snacks and drinks to keep energized.

now, hanni is in a dilemma, putting her shoes on and rushing a bit to not keep y/n waiting. she wants to keep things clear, admitting her feelings could be the first step to it, just admitting it and to be acknowledged.

“where are you going?” hanni turned around to see minji standing by the end of the hallway, hands in the pockets of her hoodie. standing up, putting her hands in the pocket of her jeans where she had placed her mask.

“out.”

“alone? at 9 in the evening?” hanni was about to speak up when they both heard soft knocking by their door. she opened the door as minji watched intently, there stood y/n.

“hi, ready?” she nodded, waving at minji goodbye, closing the door behind her as minji waved back.

“can we go to han river?” y/n nodded as they both went to her car. nothing but silence and hanni holding onto her arm.

their minds are buzzing, y/n thinking on what hanni is about to tell her, while hanni is thinking how to confess. minji’s confession has been such a big rollercoaster of emotions that y/n think she should just confess to hanni and if she gets rejected then maybe she could focus on minji. doing that is like playing with her feelings, and she doesn’t want that. she’s not chaewon, she genuinely likes me, i can’t do that.

“do you want to get ice cream before we go on a walk around han river?” y/n was the first to break the silence in the car, hanni was playing random songs some were a bit hinting towards her feelings.

hanni only nodded singing to the words of falling by harry styles, feeling it and slowly she could hear y/n singing as well. it was low, sort of a mumble but it says a lot as if the lyrics would perfectly send a message to hanni.

“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.” maybe it was a message to hanni, as y/n look at her as soon as she parked the car.

“come on, i feel like we’ll need more than ice cream.” and as spontaneous as it is, hanni managed to make y/n smile in a while.

ice cream was long forgotten as they picked up random snacks, drinks, and sat by on the concrete floor under the cold night. it was freezing after all, they needed something warm while they watch the stars and talk about life as it is.

“you really chose the among us chocolate milk?” y/n had a big smile plastered on her face as she opened her drink. it was cute and a meme.

“you don’t hear me complaining about you picking up those onion rings that has lil to no taste.”

“how dare you??? i quite enjoy these snacks.”

the night was young, hanni didn’t want to rush into things and y/n was having a fun and peaceful time. complaining about each other’s choices, laughing at their faces, looking at the starry night trying to depict an image as if it were clouds. this was an experience y/n would never forget, a core memory.

“so, what do you want to talk about?” hanni almost choked from the question.

right, i was gonna confess.

“uh, well, did something happen between you and minji?” y/n choked on her water, coughing a bit as hanni handed her a napkin to clean the mess on her face.

“sorry, took me by surprise.” y/n continued cleaning up her mess, avoiding hanni’s gaze. “i’m not sure if i could tell you.”

“oh… to be honest with you, y/n.” hanni took a deep breath, thinking it through but she can’t keep this secret anymore. she can’t keep lying to herself that she doesn’t like the girl she’s with right now.

“that’s not what i wanted to talk about.” that took y/n by surprised, if it weren’t about her and minji then-

“what is it?”

“i like you.” y/n was quiet, letting hanni speak her mind, let everything out.

“i’ve liked you for a while now, i thought it was just admiration because you’re an idol who’s the same age as me and achieved a lot. then we became friends and slowly those feelings turned into-“

“butterflies in your stomach? all thoughts from day and night consisting of one person only? and wanting to spend all of your time with them?”

“yes.”

y/n finally looked at hanni who was now avoiding her gaze. slowly holding her hand out to let her know that it was alright, that it doesn’t change anything.

“i-“

“i just wanted to let you know, i’m not asking for an answer or anything.”

“peace of mind?”

hanni nodded, finally holding y/n’s hand. she could only smile, y/n has dealt with various confessions but hanni, just like minji, is precious to her.

“i like you too but… i also like someone else.”

“oh… did minji confess to you?”

that nod was all the confirmation hanni needed, but raised a lot more questions.

“i didn’t reject her or anything. i just don’t want to lead any of you on.” 

hanni nodded, pulling y/n closer to her and leaning her head on y/n’s shoulder. hands intertwined as they watched the river in silence.

“i’ll wait until you’re ready. no turning back now cause i’ve fallen for you.” y/n kissed the back of hanni’s hand, placing it on top of her lap and leaning her head on top of hanni’s.

the hard part of it all, is that i’m falling.

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[skunkox]

Ever think about how the characters impacted by the inversion can only watch like the 1st, 2nd, and maybe 4th Harry Potter movies?

I can't be the only one who saw Dementors flying at people listening to the Inversion.

Lasko, may be more into LOTR but I swear this man has bought a want or 2 from universal. (Neville's)

Huxley and Freelancer totally did a Binsge after exams.

Angel and Baaabe are for sure Potter Heads. No doubt in my mind. Even down to Asher and totally being Gryfindor.

Either it would be directly traumatizing to them, or they'd start to feel bad for enjoying the series when they could have lost their partner to something so similar. And that sucks ass.

Just wanted to rant. I keep thinking about it. Been thinking about it a lil too long. But now we'll probably never get a stream where Erik sorts them all into their houses and it lowkey makes me sad.

[jennyandforest]

505

Harry Styles X Reader

Summary // I based this blurb off the song 505 by the Arctic Monkeys. Y/N and Harry breakup after years of them hooking up

Warnings// angst, breakup, sad ending, overall vibe of 505, also maybe bad writing bc i may be a lil drunk ;)

You saw his name on your phone and instantly knew what he wanted. You answered, “Meet me in 20?” 

You sighed, tired of this game but never being able to find a way to quit. “Sure.” 

As you drove 45 minutes to the hotel you decided this was going to be the final time. You both were bad for each other. You need to move on and finally live your life, you’re done waiting for him. 

Harry had just finished fifteen nights at The Forum and was in between what was a cross country tour turning into a world tour. He didn’t have a minute for you unless it was to fuck you and like the idiot you were you went back for more every single time. 

You stood in the lobby of the little motel in Huntington Beach waiting for a receptionist. The little stout woman appeared with a smile on her face, “Hi! 505?” She asked, already knowing.

You let out a breath and look away from her, a little ashamed. “Yeah…” 

“Here you are, honey.” She hands you the keys and you take off with a small nod of thank you.

As you made your way to the hotel room your thoughts ran wild. You guess you're just not the kind of girl Harry wants to settle down with. Well, if not you then who? Probably some middle aged white woman, you told yourself, causing you to chuckle. 

“What’s so funny?” You heard his deep voice ask before you saw him. You inhaled as his hands immediately wrapped around your waist and his lips found your neck. 

“Harry…” You warned as you looked around to see if anyone was there. 

“S’there no one there.” He murmured as he continued to kiss down your neck. As soon as he unlocked the door he pushed you in and against a wall now in a deep passionate kiss. You dropped the keys on the floor as you fell deeper into the kiss. 

Harry then led your body to the bed. He gently pushed you down as he got on top of you. He slowly started unbuttoning your dress, slowly causing you to crave him even more. This made you chuckle, he was always one for slow and lingering rather than rough and hard, you’ll remember that. After he took off both yours and his clothes, you made love, for what would be the last time. 

~*~

“Let’s play something…” Harry muttered as he flipped through his playlists looking for music, sitting on the edge of the bed. You watched him as nothing but a sheet of blanket covered you. “Yes!” He exclaimed softly as a song from the band America started playing. 

You chuckled, “America?” 

“Don’t tell me you don’t like them.” 

“It’s not something I personally listen to, no.”

“What do you listen to? Let me guess some pop like Gwen Stefani?” He grinned.

You scoffed, “Hey! Don’t knock Gwen Stefani!” 

“Who said I was knocking her?” He turned and smiled at you. 

You both stared at each other for a couple of seconds before you broke the silence, “Give me your phone, I wanna play something.” 

He hands over his phone as you look up I Wanna Be adored by The Stone Roses. You softly smile and start nodding your head to the intro. 

He grins in return, “Good choice.”

You lean back and lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The song soaking up into you. Harry watched you, you looked gorgeous. Laying with nothing but the thin white sheet of linen covering you as you and your hair tousled. You truly listened to the song for the first time. 

You thought of the first time you met Harry, at an Arctic Monkeys concert. You were in the back of the pit having a drink while you enjoyed the show in front of you. You scanned the pit and were surprised to see Harry Styles standing with two people laughing and talking. You never pegged Harry Styles as a rock fan let alone an Arctic Monkeys fan, but boy, were you wrong. 

Harry felt a gaze on him and glanced toward the direction of it. You saw him look toward you, as you were staring. You awkwardly looked away. This made him laugh. He decided since you were alone he’d go and approach you, after all you could be a fan and he had an obligation to fans. 

“Hello.” He softly said to you as you stared at the stage. 

His presence caused you to jump, “Oh, Hello.” 

“Where’s your friends at?” He questioned with a small smirk on his face. 

You smiled in return, “My friend is in the pit.”

He mocked as frown, “Whaaaat? Without you?” He teased.

“Ah, you know what, I’m just not cut out for the pit. I’m more of a wallflower, if you will.” 

He nodded and stared at the pit, “I see, I see… I’m Harry.” He held out his hand.

You laughed, “I know who you are.”

His eyebrows raised, “Hmm, a fan?” 

You bit your lip trying to find a kind way to say this, “How do I say this? I just know of you because I don’t live under a rock.” 

He let out a laugh, “Alright then. And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to, might I ask?” 

“Y/N.” You grinned back at him.

It got quiet between you as the both of you stared at each other. Harry broke the stare as he chugged the last of his drink then turned to you, “Well, then, can I buy you a drink, Y/N?”

You licked your lips, embarrassed. “Uhm, yes, but, I already have a drink.”

This caused him to lean his head back and let out a laugh, “I meant your next drink.” 

You grinned and nodded, and the rest was history. If you knew all those years ago saying yes to that drink would leave you in an on and off relationship, you don’t know if you’d say yes today. 

You knew you would have to tell Harry eventually this would be your last time because you had to move on with your life. Your stomach flipped at the dread of it all.

Harry put his ringed hand on your thigh, “Hey… What’s wrong?” 

You still stared at the ceiling as you spoke the words you thought you’d never be able to say, “After tonight, I’m not going to see you anymore.” 

There was silence. It lingered for what felt like a lifetime until you finally heard him softly ask, “What?” 

For Harry, a knife twist at the thought that you didn’t want to see him again. “I said, this is the last time I’m going to see you.” You told him again, climbing up on your elbows to look at him and gauge a reaction. 

He turned all the way around, facing you, eyebrows furrowed, “Why?” 

You let out a breath, wondering if he was serious. When he still looked at you with a perplexed look you sighed and got your phone to look at the time. 

“Shit.” You muttered as you got out of bed and started to look for your bra and underwear. 

“Why do you want to end us? I thought this was really working for us.”

You scoffed, “Maybe for you but not for me. And it’s-” You shake your head, “It’s different now.” 

“Why? What happened? What big difference,” He made a motion with his hands, “was made that you don’t want to see me anymore?” 

You sighed again as you put on your dress back on and started to button it up. You walked to the window with a suspicion people were starting to catch on and know he was here. You sneakily moved the curtain back and, sure enough, paparazzi and fans were waiting out on the front of the motel. 

“Look, Harry, in order for me to move on with my life and start dating other people, I have to let you go.”

This caused him to furrow his eyebrows deeper, “You want to see other people? Why?”

You let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Well it’s not like you're going on your knees for me, asking me to be your girlfriend.” 

He frustratedly ran his hand through his hair, “You said you didn't want a boyfriend when we start-”

You cut him off frustrated, “Okay, well I do now! I’m tired of being used as the girl you fuck in between shows.” 

He rubbed a hand on his face, “Well, then, let’s do it. Let’s get together.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, “How romantic.” You stated sarcastically. 

“I’m giving you what you want! I don’t understand what else to do?” He exclaimed with frustration. 

You closed your eyes at his oblivion. Maybe one day he’ll understand where you're coming from, but that day isn’t today. You felt tears sting your eyes as you looked away from him. 

“What?” He asked softly, moving off the bed to kneel in front of you and hug you around your waist. As he watched tears fall from your eyes he felt himself crumpling completely. 

“I just-” You cut yourself off as you wiped your tears. “I just want to be with someone who wants me as much as I want them.” 

This cuts his next sentence off as he stares at you in astonishment, finally understanding you. “Harry, we’re just not good for each other. I’m never going to be the perfect girl you need to be in front of all the paparazzi or to be able and take the hate comments from your fans or to go to fucking every single show you put on. I just- I can’t…” 

You stare down at his eyes as he just stared up at you with a mix of emotions you couldn’t read.

You finally cupped his cheeks and gave him one final kiss. You then unwrapped his arms from around your waist and walked toward the door. You gave one final glance over your shoulder and saw him sitting on the floor in nothing but his boxers, staring after you. 

“Bye, Harry.” 

[thelighthousestale]

Querencia - A sanctuary where you feel safe

The time Lily, James, and Harry spent as a family in their little house in the West Country was far too brief, but it was overfilled with love, laughter, and, above all, life.

Moments of Lily and James at Godric’s Hollow told in five parts for @mppmaraudergirl's 'Alight With Happiness Fest'.

March 23 -  Chapter 1: The House in Godric’s Hollow

March 24 - Chapter 2: A Summer in the Garden

March 25 - Chapter 3: Recovery in the Bedroom

March 26 - Chapter 4: Building A Nursery

March 27 -  Chapter 5: The Party in the Sitting Room

Preview:

Most students had long retired to their dormitories, seeking rest after a day filled with classes and magical studies. Even Sirius and the others had gone up to the dorm hours ago, but James and Lily were still sitting by the dying fire in the Gryffindor common room. The crackling of the remaining flames provided a soothing background to their whispered conversation and shared laughter.  James had begun to dread leaving Lily at night. A pang of sadness would tug at his heart as he kissed her goodnight and made his solitary way to his dormitory. The once-familiar climb of the stairs now felt unusually long and empty, devoid of the warmth that Lily surrounded herself with—his best nights of sleep lately had been the rare times when he and Lily accidentally fell asleep together on the couch in the common room, waking up as Gryffindor students made their way noisily to breakfast. Lily was nestled between James' legs as they lay on the couch, his arms wrapped around her. “Lil?” James played with a strand of her red hair between his fingers. He liked the way it seemed to glow in the light of the fire. “Yeah, James?” “What are you thinking about? For after Hogwarts?”