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anonymous asked:

LOL that anon called out Ward, but not Harold who is the biggest abuser in the MCU, wow okay?? 🤣🤣🤣 Leave the lil sad bean alone.

It is really silly, isn’t it? Like yeah, Ward murdered Harold. Not once, but twice. Is that supposed to make me delete my blog and throw my computer out the window? I don’t understand. Lmao.

  • Shaw has called Root hot and admires her gun handling skills
  • John has called Root pretty and praised her kidnapping skills
  • Zoe said she was cute and knew the picture of Turing’s husband was fake becase she picked up gay vibes from Root
  • Fusco said she has a big brain
  • Harold thinks she’s brilliant
  • Greer wanted her on his team
  • The Machine chose Root as her analong interface and imagined everyone as Root
  • Samaritan agrees that Root is pretty

I’ve never seen a show where everyone praises a character as much as everyone praises Root

anonymous asked:

is it bad that i see ward killing his father as being completely justified? i understand that murder is wrong, absolutely - but harold is an individual who will not stop unless he is killed. he poses a risk to EVERYONE. i dont know why marvel series (& Claire) always pose killing as pure unforgivable evil without ever considering that in certain, delicate, specific situations eliminating a threat is far safer than keeping them in a flawed criminal justice system where connections can get u out.

I don’t think it’s bad. It’s understandable. And I find it fascinating how the two Harold-murders are so completely different. One was the result of Ward being pushed until he snapped; the act was bloody and violent and intimate. The second murder was much more distant, literally and figuratively. It was dispassionate. Ward did it because it had to be done, and I don’t think he took any pleasure in it.

Killing is an evil. It might be a necessary evil at times (such as with Harold), but it is an evil act. I’m not sure if it’s unforgivable, but it’s something you can never take back (in real life, anyway. Who goddamn knows in the MCU anymore).

I’m really grateful that characters like Claire and Matt Murdock don’t want to kill. It puts the appropriate amount of weight on the act of killing. I think they do consider the danger posed by the “bad guy,” but both of them intimately understand how destructive murder is - Claire because she saw the aftereffects of violence everyday at the hospital, and Matt because of religious teachings and knowing you take away someone’s chances of redemption if you end their life.

Plus, the act of killing forever changes a person, and Claire and Colleen didn’t want to see that happen to Danny. It’s certainly going to change Ward. We won’t know how for a while, but I guarantee it’s not going to be pleasant. Even if it was the “right” decision to kill Harold, he was still Ward’s father. Ward’s not going to walk away from that unscathed, no matter how much of an evil bastard Harold was.

So yeah, to sum up this unnecessarily long post: even if the person in question is really horrible, murder is never simple or easy or clean, and can often be destructive to those affected by it.

imageryofinterest  asked:

Favourite episodes for each character?

Ooooohh interesting! I have actually not thought about this before.

Lionel Fusco: The Devil’s Share. His showdown with Simmons was a beautiful scene that really highlighted both how far he had come as a character, and how much they lost when Carter died 

Joss Carter: Endgame. Carter perfectly pulling the strings to bring down HR was amazing to watch

Sameen Shaw: 6741. Needs no explanation really, this episode was wildly creative and extremely well done

John Reese: Prisoner’s Dilemma. An underrated ep that mostly consisted of just John and Carter talking, and still managed to be wholly engaging (if we’re talking best scene though, then I gotta go with his heroic sacrifice from Return 0 because nothing will ever top that)

Root: I struggled with this for the longest time because I adore Aletheia and Prophets, but I have to go with Root Path as the quintessential Root ep. It had everything from her doing the opening monologue over the credits, to her kicking ass in combat mode, to her acceptance into the team by Harold… it was just a beautiful ep. 

Harold Finch: ARRRGHHHH?!?!?!??! I just… how… I can’t. Zero Day/God Mode, RAM or The Day The World Went Away. YOU CAN’T MAKE ME CHOOSE!! (Zero Day/God Mode mainly for Harold’s flashbacks which were fucking amazing and the culmination of an arc that was started in the goddamn Pilot, RAM because I adore how it tied everything together with Harold at the center, and ep 100 because WOAH!!) 

TM: It has to be Return 0 and If-Then-Else. Actual masterpieces, both of them. 

Floral

I remember writing this just after H’s 23rd birthday, and to take revenge on @dadshirtking​, so here it is again! Any feedback is appreciated xx

The party was in full swing and you were having a great time, sipping a vodka and lime. The place was packed with people, half of which you didn’t even know. It became clear to you that your boyfriend had a lot of friends, ones you hadn’t been introduced to, but you were fine with that. You weren’t a fan of being the centre of attention. It was his birthday party. Tonight was Harry’s night.

23 years he had lived and what a wonderful 23 years they had been. This year was a big year for him. His film would be released in July and he was working on his debut solo album. Just being proud of him was a massive understatement. You and Harry had only been dating for about a year but your heart bloomed with so much love for him that sometimes, it was hard for you to contain it. You loved him more than you ever thought you could love anybody but Harry had that handsome charm that made you fall under his spell within seconds.

Just as you helped yourself to some nibbles on the table, a unique British accent hit your ears. You had never met her but you were a huge fan of her. How could you not be? She was Adele! She came up to the table and popped an olive in her mouth, holding a glass of bubbly in her hand. She caught you looking at her and smiled sweetly.

“Hello there, love!”

“Hi.” You squeaked.

“Aren’t you a cutie? What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“What a gorgeous name! So, how do you know our lovely Harold?” She asked. You weren’t offended that she didn’t know who you were. How could Adele know you? You were just about to answer her when you felt a hand place itself on your waist. You knew his touch, you didn’t have to look up to know who the hand belonged to.

“Hello, baby. I see you’ve met Adele.” His smooth deep voice never failed to make your heart beat a little faster than normal. Adele’s gaze darted from you to Harry then back to you, her eyes widening as her hand went to her mouth in shock.

“Oh, dear, you’re Harry’s girl, aren’t you? I’m so sorry, love, I had no idea!” She reached out and clasped your hand in hers, asking for forgiveness. You told her it was OK, giving her a small smile, because you still couldn’t believe you were standing in front of Adele. She wished Harry a happy birthday before taking another olive and going off to chat with some other people.

“Wow.” You choked out.

“Wow what?”

“Harry, you know how much I love Adele! I can’t believe I actually spoke to her!”

“You are adorable when you’re excited.” Harry chuckled. You turned your body to face him and smiled up at him. Why on earth did he have sunglasses on his head at night, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask. The patterned shirt he wore was a birthday present from you. It was no secret to anyone that Harry had a unique fashion sense so the moment you saw the shirt in the shop window, it was a no-brainer for you to buy it for him.

“Are you enjoying your party?” You asked.

“Of course, baby. Especially because you’re here, wearing these pants.”

You glanced down at your legs and remembered the look on Harry’s face when he first saw you in these pants. Red floral pants, very Harry Styles-like, skin-tight and perfectly hugging your curves. Stealing my ideas of clothes, are you? He had said when you walked out into the living room earlier today. What could you say? His sense in fashion was rubbing off on you.

“I know you like them.”

“I love them.” Harry corrected you.

“It’s a shame the boys couldn’t make it.” You said, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. Even though the other lads were in L.A., they were busy with their own lives and working on their solo music. And Harry understood that.

“I know. But they texted me this morning and they’ll probably tweet me as well. It’s all good. All I need on my birthday is you.”

He was such a sap and you loved that about him. He could be sexy but extremely cheesy too. You giggled a little and blushed. His lips touched your cheek and teased your jawline as you squeaked his name. Then, his mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t care less if pictures were being taken of you two. Harry was happy with you and he had a right to show it.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, birthday boy.” You whispered against his lips, giving him one more kiss and patting his chest. Harry reached behind you and grabbed a glass of vodka and lemon from the table, clinking his glass with yours. You wrapped your arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the stain of alcohol on his tongue. You inhaled your boyfriend’s musky scent mixed with his Tom Ford cologne, knowing it would not be the alcoholic drinks that would be the result of your intoxication. It would be Harry.

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uberniftacular  asked:

Fluff meme! Reese/Finch, fake dating

“That is completely unnecessary,” Harold says when John pulls out his chair. 

“It’s a nice restaurant,” John replies, making certain to push the chair in smoothly so Harold doesn’t get jarred. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t pull out your chair?”

“Boyfriend,” Harold mutters, hiding his sarcastic smirk behind his menu. “You’ve certainly built a backstory for this fake date, Mr. Reese.”

John grins and looks at his own menu. He puts it down when the server comes over. “A bottle of the Oregon Pinot Noir, please.”

“Yes, Sir,” the server says and walks away.

“An Oregon Pinot Noir, John? Really?”

“They’re doing interesting things with Pinot Noir in Oregon,” John replies. He glances over Harold’s shoulder to the left. “Our number just walked in.”

“Brings me to a nice restaurant just to ignore me,” Harold says. He grins at John’s quiet laugh. “Why do I put up with you?”

“Well, if you want the full back story, because we met and changed each other’s lives. You needed someone who would listen and respect your ideas, and I needed someone who could support me while I rediscovered who I was after a major career shift.”

Harold stares at John, waiting for a joke or a smirk. John’s eyes are bright and clear, focused on Harold and only Harold. Harold feels his breath catch. “Don’t lose our number,” he says, uncertain what else to do.

“His date just arrived. We’ve got time.” John glances away to double check. “He didn’t pull out his chair. Rude.”

“Terribly rude,” Harold agrees. “What a bad way to start a back story.”

Imma tell you somethings about Harry:

Okay so it’s the new year and I’m drunk off me arse so I have the non-filterness to tell you some things about your boi Harold:
1. He’s 100% everything you think he is. Wildly awkward but you don’t care cos he’s Harry. This is equally annoying as it is endearing. His eye contact is out of control. You will feel like you are the center of the universe when talking to him. Don’t worry, this happens to everyone. Boy, girl, man, woman, plant, muppet, aluminium, banana… literally nothing is safe.
2. He’s got the humour of your grandad. Honestly. You think it’s cute? IT’S NAHT because he means it.
Which, FINE, can be endearing in its own weird way…but also, HARRY! LISSEN: you were born like two minutes ago… why you got the humour of an 87 year-old-man?
3. He loves attention. He humble AF cos the universe constantly humbling him, but also he loves this platform. He loves that you care. He loves that he makes a difference. And that truly is beautiful, Harry, cos lord knows he got what he always wanted and is doing good with it. He’s living his dream, He living his truth. And you feel compelled to live yours in his presence. And that’s respectable.
4. He smol. He tol, but also he smol. But you know it makes sense. And you hate him for being better and worse than you imagined and love him for being weirder than you gave him credit for.

The End. Happy New Year errbody. May 2017 be better for all of us, and may Harry’s summertime and butterflies all belonging to our creation be lit AF. 🙌🏼

anonymous asked:

I can't help but wonder about the painkillers that Ward has been prescribed. When talking to Joy, he blames back pain and brings up muscle relaxers but it makes me wonder if he's had injuries here and there caused by Harold that started it all and he just hides it. They don't prescribe that strong stuff for nothing! How long has he been suffering and keeping it to himself? *sigh*

I’VE WONDERED THIS TOO FRIEND! I’m glad you brought this up, I’ve been mulling it over for a while, especially since we see Ward taking painkillers before we ever see Harold hit him.

And then we finally do see Harold hit him, Ward doesn’t exactly seem shocked or surprised. Just fearfully submissive. So we can safely assume Harold has done this many times before, probably when Ward starts smart-mouthing him or disobeys his orders.

So yeah, I definitely think Ward has the pain pills because Harold has injured him on many occasions.

When talking to Joy, I have no doubt Ward was referring to the injury Harold gave him when he punched him in the back/kidney area.

(Also, the fact Ward chuckles when he says it FREAKING KILLS ME.) He’s so embarrassed about it (I’m sure he was embarrassed about overdosing the previous night too, but even that ties back to Harold’s abuse). Probably deeply ashamed too. Who knows how long this has been going on? Years? Does it happen very often or just once in a great while? Maybe just long enough to make Ward start to believe Harold wouldn’t hurt him anymore?

Someone protect this poor trash man.

anonymous asked:

I am binging PoI right now, and Root and Harold's relationship will never disinterest me. One thing I notice is when there's ever technical stuff that needs to be done, Root moves aside and allows Harold to do the job. She can do it easily, and if it were anyone else she wouldn't let them touch a terminal (unless it's to watch them fail and make them eat it). It reminds me of how much she reveres Harold and what a special person she believes he is.

Well hello there my absolute new best bud on the internet! I am always ready to talk about how much Root fucking adores, reveres and loves Harold because it inevitably makes me cry and for some reason I subject myself to that repeatedly. 

And yes, Root absolutely has so much admiration for Harold’s technological skills! Even back when they first met, she respected him immensely for being the Father of AI, even while simultaneously being supremely condescending and critical of his values and methods. Harold was the first person that she ever respected in her entire life as Root, the first person she thought was even worthy of her attention, the first person she ever thought she would even be able to speak to, and the only person she considered equal to her wrt technological skills. Harold is one of the few people in Root’s life that she thought worthy of actually listening to. 

As time went on she came to genuinely adore Harold himself (apart from his impressive coding prowess), and honestly the depth of her love and loyalty towards him is slightly terrifying and wholly mesmerizing. She holds him in such ridiculous high esteem and has such a staggering amount of faith in him. 

Let’s look at some Root quotes that demonstrate how much she reveres Harold:

“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life…” (The Contingency, 2x01)

“You’re Harold Finch. You’ll find a way into the system.” (SNAFU, 5x02)

“Like it or not Harry, history is upon you” (BSOD, 5x01)

Hell let’s go all the way back and examine her “I believed you. I believed in you!” from God Mode. Leaving aside the fact that she was legit gonna blow Harold’s brains out a second after she said this, this line is honestly a stunning and very revealing look into how Root sees Harold, because yes she’s upset that she missed her chance to meet God, but she’s also legitimately feeling betrayed about Harold lying to her. Even at this point, she revered him and put him on a pedestal.

And correspondingly, she also demonstrates a deep desire to be accepted by him. Look at her tentative smile as she says “this is nice…” when Harold invites her to work with him in Prophets. Look at how resigned she is in Skip when she thinks Harold is going to throw her out. She disobeyed a direct order from her God in that ep because she needed to keep Harold safe. 

And honestly, here’s the thing I find so interesting about Root – it’s that she’s willing to sacrifice herself for what the people she loves believe in. Because yes, she will die for TM, she will die for Shaw, and she will die for Harold. That’s expected. Root takes it one step further however. She is willing to die for what TM, Shaw and Harold believe in. It might not be what she thinks, it might not be what she believes, it’s not her worldview… but it is important to the people that she cares so deeply about, and she’s correspondingly willing to honor that (as long as it doesn’t lead to aforementioned people she loves getting hurt and dying of course). 

“You think I don’t care about people, Harold? I’m doing all of this to save you.” (Root Path, 3x17)

Root literally embodies the “I will do anything for you” saying when it comes to the people she loves. She is a magnificent character and I will love her till the end of time. 

Floral

Once again taking revenge on @dadshirtking​! Enjoy, my princess!


The party was in full swing and you were having a great time, sipping a vodka and lime. The place was packed with people, half of which you didn’t even know. It became clear to you that your boyfriend had a lot of friends, ones you hadn’t been introduced to, but you were fine with that. You weren’t a fan of being the centre of attention. It was his birthday party. Tonight was Harry’s night.

23 years he had lived and what a wonderful 23 years they had been. This year was a big year for him. His film would be released in July and he was working on his debut solo album. Just being proud of him was a massive understatement. You and Harry had only been dating for about a year but your heart bloomed with so much love for him that sometimes, it was hard for you to contain it. You loved him more than you ever thought you could love anybody but Harry had that handsome charm that made you fall under his spell within seconds.

Just as you helped yourself to some snacks on the table, a unique British accent hit your ears. You had never met her but you were a huge fan of her. How could you not be? She was Adele! She came up to the table and popped an olive in her mouth, holding a glass of bubbly in her hand. She caught you looking at her and smiled sweetly.

“Hello there, love!”

“Hi.” You squeaked.

“Aren’t you a cutie? What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“What a gorgeous name! So, how do you know our lovely Harold?” She asked. You weren’t offended that she didn’t know who you were. How could Adele know you? You were just about to answer her when you felt a hand place itself on your waist. You knew his touch, you didn’t have to look up to know who the hand belonged to.

“Hello, baby. I see you’ve met Adele.” His smooth deep voice never failed to make your heart beat a little faster than normal. Adele’s gaze darted from you to Harry then back to you, her eyes widening as her hand went to her mouth in shock.

“Oh, dear, you’re Harry’s girl, aren’t you? I’m so sorry, love, I had no idea!” She reached out and clasped your hand in hers, asking for forgiveness. You told her it was OK, giving her a small smile, because you still couldn’t believe you were standing in front of Adele. She wished Harry a happy birthday before taking another olive and going off to chat with some other people.

“Wow.” You choked out.

“Wow what?”

“Harry, you know how much I love Adele! I can’t believe I actually spoke to her!”

“You are adorable when you’re excited.” Harry chuckled. You turned your body to face him and smiled up at him. Why on earth did he have sunglasses on his head at night, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask. The patterned shirt he wore was a birthday present from you. It was no secret to anyone that Harry had a unique fashion sense so the moment you saw the shirt in the shop window, it was a no-brainer for you to buy it for him.

“Are you enjoying your party?” You asked.

“Of course, baby. Especially because you’re here, wearing these pants.”

You glanced down at your legs and remembered the look on Harry’s face when he first saw you in these pants. Red floral pants, very Harry Styles-like, skin-tight and perfectly hugging your curves. Stealing my ideas of clothes, are you? He had said when you walked out into the living room earlier today. What could you say? His sense in fashion was rubbing off on you.

“I know you like them.”

“I love them.” Harry corrected you.

“It’s a shame the boys couldn’t make it.” You said, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. Even though the other lads were in L.A., they were busy with their own lives and working on their solo music. And Harry understood that.

“I know. But they texted me this morning and they’ll probably tweet me as well. It’s all good. All I need on my birthday is you.”

He was such a sap and you loved that about him. He could be sexy but extremely cheesy too. You giggled a little and blushed. His lips touched your cheek and teased your jawline as you squeaked his name. Then, his mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t care less if pictures were being taken of you two. Harry was happy with you and he had a right to show it.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, birthday boy.” You whispered against his lips, giving him one more kiss and patting his chest. Harry reached behind you and grabbed a glass of vodka and lemon from the table, clinking his glass with yours. You wrapped your arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the stain of alcohol on his tongue. You inhaled your boyfriend’s musky scent mixed with his Tom Ford cologne, knowing it would not be the alcoholic drinks that would be the result of your intoxication. It would be Harry.

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Private Show - A Harry Styles Imagine

*Based on Private Show by Little Mix! 

It was the night of the Brit’s, you and your bandmates had a huge performance opening the show. There’s was always pressure to do a great performance any time you performed, but opening an award show with millions of people and other amazing, talented artists watching in the audience added to it.

 If the opening number wasn’t great, everyone would definitely be talking about it. You were in the car on the way to venue and to walk the red carpet. When the car arrives, one of the security guards helps you out of the car. As soon as you’re out of the car, you hear the fans waiting nearby screaming and chanting for you and your band. 

You look over at them and wave to them before walking over to them. You smile and sign some things for them and take one group picture with everyone. 

**

Harry had to admit that he was nervous going to the Brit’s that night. One Direction had been on their hiatus for over a year now and this would be his first appearance with the boys like this again and they all were focusing on their solo projects. He just hoped that the interviewers didn’t make it awkward by asking them if that meant they weren’t a band anymore or that they would no longer be coming back. 

But he did have to admit that it was nice being back with the lads again. Even though they all kept in touch with texting and phone calls here and there, he missed actually being around them. 

When the car arrived at the venue, Harry and the boys got out of the car and that instantly caused a massive chaos of screaming. It was official, they were back and Harry couldn’t remove the smile from his face even if he wanted too. 

As he was walking along the red carpet, he noticed there was someone in a purple dress practically running behind them. He realized that it was you and that you were trying to catch up with your group. 

“Sorry! Sorry!” You laughed as you were holding your dress. 

“You going to a fire, there Y/N?” Niall jokes. 

“Fuck off Niall!” You laugh looking back at him. When you turned your gaze back to look forward, you couldn’t help but catch eyes with Harry. 

He gave you smile and you kept running before finally getting with your group to take pictures and do interviews. 

**

This was it. The beginning of the show. You all were dressed in your outfit for the performance and you were warmed up. You were all set in place on the stage, you just had to wait for the curtain to come up and cameras to record. 

“They’ve sold millions of albums. They have produced hit after hit. They’re also nominated for British Video, British Group, British Single, and British Album of the year. Everyone give it up for your first performance of the night Y/Band/Name!” They announce over. 

The music starts, the curtain is pulled up, and you all hit your opening dance moves to the beat. 

“We’re touchin’, we’re teasin, we don’t need a reason, I got a feeling that soon we’ll be leaving. Right from the get go, you had me at hello…can’t wait so let’s go.. cause you’re the only one who’s taking me home!” You sing out before belting out in the chorus. 

One Direction was at the table near the stage and they were able to see the entire performance clearly. Even though there were four other girls on stage, plus all the back up dancers and lights etc in the background, Harry was only watching you. 

You were very attractive and you were really talented. You two had met at other occasions before and had mutual friends, so he knew that you were really nice and funny. You were close friends with Niall, growing up near each other, so he knew a lot about you. 

He had to admit that you would be his celebrity crush, if he were you know to have one. He always wanted to reach out and talk to you, but it never seemed like the right time, so maybe tonight would be the night. 

**

You all had done it! You smashed the performance and won every category you were nominated for, except for the video one, which went to One Direction. You were already pretty tipsy when you all headed to the after party, but you didn’t care. Tonight had been a great night and you weren’t ready for it to end. 

When you got to the party, you saw plenty of familiar faces. They all came up to you to congratulate you all and you would just smile. After about an hour of being there, you had to step out of the crowd for a bit and get a drink. While you were there, you noticed Harry standing near the bar talking with Ed and Bruno Mars. 

He looked over and noticed you. He gave you a smirk and a nod, which caused you to blush. You had met Harry before and knew him though mutual friends, plus Niall talked about him all the time, so you felt like you knew him. You sort of maybe, had a crush on him.. or more than a crush… really. 

When Harry had been talking to Ed and Bruno, he noticed you over at the bar. This was it, this was his time to make a move. It was now or never. So, he excused himself and went over to you. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled at you. 

“Hey.” You smile. “How you been?” 

“Good. You?” He asked. 

“Great.” You smile. 

“Speaking of great, you were amazing tonight and congrats on the wins.” He smiles. 

“Thanks although, I’m a little bitter that you snagged our sweep of Brits.” you joke. 

“Oh, well, what can I say?” he jokes. “But are you too bitter to dance with me?” 

“Hm. I think I could put that aside for a bit.” You smile. 

“Good.” He says taking your hand and pulling you out on the dance floor. 

At first, it was just a bit of small talk and dancing, but as more and more songs started playing, the closer and more touchy feely you two got. At some point, your arms had made it around his neck and his around your waist. His face was inches from yours, you could feel his breath against yours. 

You didn’t know if it was the drinks you had consumed that night, the high that you had been feeling that entire night, or if it was just because you had been waiting for this moment for a while now that made you so bold in what would happen next. 

“Do you wanna get out of here?” You whispered. 

“More than anything.” He mumbled before releasing your hips from his grip and taking your hand and pulling you through the crowd. 

Harry didn’t even care about the paps that were outside snapping away that the two of you leaving together. All he could think about was getting out of there. 

When his car pulled up, he helped you inside and shut the door. He waited until they were far from the paps before he leaned over to kiss you. You immediately responded to the kiss by putting your hands in his hair. He smirked a bit and pulled you close him, keeping his hands on your back. 

Your leg was laying a bit awkwardly, so you kicked it over his leg to make yourself more comfortable, which got his attention. As he deepened the kiss, he ran his hands over your legs and up to the hem of your dress. 

Once the car got to his house, you two pulled away from each other just long enough to get out of the car, into his house and shut the front door before you two were on each other again. 

At this point, you went ahead and finished un buttoning the rest of his shirt and pushing both the shirt and the blazer he was wearing down his shoulders. He moaned against your lips when he felt you touching his chest and shoulders. He then removed his lips from yours and started kissing down your neck and pushing the straps of your dress down your shoulders. 

“As much as I like where you’re going with this…” you breath out. “Maybe we should move this to the bedroom?” 

He doesn’t say anything, he just kneels down, picking you up with your legs around his waist and carries you to his bedroom. By the time, you both made it there, your dressed had already been half unzipped and he finished the job once as soon as your feet touched the soft rug on the ground. You didn’t exactly care that your cute expensive dress was getting wrinkled by laying on the floor at that moment because all you could think about was how he was looking you up and down. 

You took his distraction as an opportunity to push him down onto the bed, so that you could straddle him. 

“Just so you know, we don’t have to go slow tonight… we can save that for a later time.” You smirk. 

“Perfect…” He mumbles pulling in for a kiss. 

Within seconds it seemed, the two of you were completely undressed and under the sheets. Even though, you told him not to go slow, he sure was taking his time with teasing you. You could feel the smirk on his lips on your thighs and you knew that he knew what he was doing. 

A few minutes later, he finally reached in the drawer of the table near his bed to grab a foil wrapper. He quickly, but careful put the condom on and he looked down at you. You smirked up at him and flipped him over onto his back, before straddling him again that night. 

**

What seemed like hours later, the two of you were entangled together as you were trying to slow your breathing. You both were covered in sweat and you were pretty sure there love bites all over each of your bodies. Harry’s hands were caressing your back and you were laying on his chest. 

“Well, that was fun.” you giggle. 

He laughed. “That was fucking amazing.” 

“I try…” You joke flipping your hair to the side. 

He laughed again kissing your head. “I want to cook you breakfast in the morning.” He whispered. 

“Is that your way of asking me to stay, Harold?” You giggle. 

“And if it was?” He asked. 

“Then I would say yes.” You smile. 

“And what about if I wanted to take you out for dinner?” He asked. 

“Are you asking me out for a date?” You say sitting up. 

He blushes a bit and nods. “Yeah…I mean if you want too. Or if you just want this thing between us to be a one time thing… I’d uh understand…” 

“Actually, I’d love to go to dinner with you and I don’t want this to be a one time thing… “ You whisper. 

“Good, because neither to do I.” He smiles leaning up to kiss you. 

You smile into the kiss before pulling away and laying your head back down on his chest. He kisses your head and cuddles closer to you before the two of you close your eyes and fall asleep. 

anonymous asked:

I think Ward was a bit jealous of the affection Harold had for Danny. We know it was fake, and he surely knew it too, but he seemed hurt when Harold decided to help Danny and then to act all fatherly with him

Ward is such a sad jealous bean. Look at him.

Not just Harold, either. Danny was obviously fond of Joy, and vice versa. Poor Ward. He just wants to be loved by Danny too.

Harold

Prompt: Newt usually sleeps with a stuffed animal (any animal) and it’s fricken adorable but one day he falls asleep without it so the creatures try to replace it and get offended (sort of) when reader tries to bring him his stuffed animal and fluffy silliness. (I love your writing!!)

Aw This is hella adorable!


“Y/n!” Newt calls in a distressed tone. You run over to him thinking he was hurt or he was in danger. 

“What is it?” You half yell. 

“Have you seen Harold?” He asks anxiously. You breathe a sigh of relief and sit down in a chair next to him. 

“Merlin Newt you can’t do that to me, I thought you were hurt or something, and no I haven’t seen Harold” you say. 

Harold was Newts stuffed Hippogriff. He used to have one as a child but lost it over his years of traveling. You tracked it down and gave it to him for your anniversary. He always sleeps with and while other may find it childish you found it adorable. 

“Oh where could he be!” Newt exclaims. You rub his back and smile at his attachment to his stuffed animal. 

“He’ll turn up eventually love” you comfort. Newt sighs and pecks you on the cheek. 

“You’re right, I just. he means so much to me” Newt says. 

You give him a sympathetic look. Harold reminded him of home and he was there when other weren’t. 

“We’ll find him. I promise” you say. Newt smiles at you and stands up. 

“What would I do without you?” he asks. 

“Die probably” you joke. 

“I must get back to my case” Newt says. 

“I’m going to a meeting and then dinner with Tina and Queenie. 

It’s girls night. I’ll see you in a couple hours” you say grabbing your coat from the rack. 

“Love you!” you shout before closing the door. 

“Love you too!” Newt yells back. Newt frowns at the apartment before heading down into his case. 

“Thank you for a lovely evening but I must get back home” You explain to Queenie and Tina. 

“Can’t you stay for a little longer?” Tina asks. 

“I wish I could but I promised Newt I would help him find something” you explain. 

Queenie giggles and you look over at her. 

“I didn’t know Newt slept with a stuffed Hippogriff” Queenie says. 

“Does he really?” Tina laughs. 

“Yes and he’s lost him and needs to find him “ you say. 

“I knew that that hippogriff belonged to someone we knew” Tina says getting up. She disappears into her room and brings back a worn down Hippogriff. 

“Harold!” you shout. 

“Oh thank you, Newt’s been very upset over the loss of his hippogriff” you say. 

You apparate back to your apartment and rush through the door excitedly. 

“Newt! guess what I found!” you call. You receive no response. 

”Newt?” you call again. 

You walk into your bedroom and see Newt asleep on the bed with his niffler and a few Occamies. The sight makes your heart warm. You walk slowly and quietly over to Newt and attempt to place Harold next to the Niffler. 

Before you could, the Niffler wakes up and scurries up your arm. You drop Harold from surprise and let out a small shriek. 

Newt jolts awake, “Not the Niffler!” Newt shouts, still disoriented from just waking up. 

He looks around the room to see the Niffler hanging off your shoulder lightly hitting you with a coin and gesturing to get out. Newt stands up and grabs his Niffler. 

“What has gotten into you?” He asks the niffler. The niffler escapes Newts grasp and hops back to the bed. 

“I think he’s jealous” you tease. 

“Jealous of what? You?” Newt asks confused. 

“Nope, I think he’s jealous of Harold” you say pointing to the stuffed animal on the bed. 

Newt turns around and his face lights up. “You found Harold! Where was he?” He asks reaching down for his Hippogriff. 

The Niffler gets in between Newt and Harold and crosses his little paws. 

“It was at Tina and Queenies” you giggle. 

Newt was trying to get the niffller away from Harold but he wouldn’t budge. Sighing, Newt picks up both Harold and the Niffler. The niffler jumps on top of Newt’s head. 

“How did you convince your animals to sleep with you?” you ask. 

Plucking the niffler from Newt’s hair. 

“I’m not sure, the occamies hid in my pocket and slithered out when I laid down. I let them stay because they were so comfortable and It’s a rare occurrence for occamies to show affection for humans” Newt explains. 

“Or is because you missed Harold” you ask. 

“That may have had an influence” Newt replies. 

“And what about this little guy? How were you so sure he wouldn’t just run off in search of shiny things?” you ask holding up the Niffler. 

“I um, he’s so fluffy and cute. And I trust him” Newt states. 

“No you don’t” you say. 

“Okay okay, he’s just really fluffly” Newt admits. 

“Well I think it’s adorable,” You say handing the niffler back to Newt, 

“I’ll leave you to get some well-deserved rest”. 

Newt grabs your hand, “Care to join me? I’m sure my creatures wouldn’t mind one more person” Newt suggests. The niffler looks at you with puppy dog eyes, maybe the niffler did just want to cuddle. 

“Well how could I resist such an adorable face” you tease petting the niffler. 

You change into your pajamas and lay down next to Newt. An occamy slithers next to you and Newt snuggles up to you with Harold in his arms. You kiss his nose before turning out the light. 

“Goodnight love” you whisper. 

You look and see Newt already asleep. The niffler rests beside his head, you place your head next to the niffler and drift off to a peaceful sleep.


shitty ending i’m sorry but Its 1am and I still haven’t finished and essay due today lmao. 

iamrebeccasblog  asked:

So I'm rewatching Iron Fist and I was wondering. How do you think Ward felt about Joy bribing Raj with a kidney for his child? (I think it was his daughter idk lol)

I think he was seeing Joy as Harold’s daughter clearly for the first time. It was exactly something Harold would do, and I think that really unsettled Ward.