harry is such a sweetheart

Stay With Me

(James and Harry Potter played by the lovely @asktheboywholived and @kapitan5o

Lily: Harry sweetheart, get up

James: /Grins and spots Harry at the door/ 

Harry: /Looks between them both lost for words/

Lily: /frowns and immediately starts fussing over him/ 

Lily: /puts a hand on his forehead/ you look pale

James: /Smile falls as he looks over Harry/


Vernon:  Oy! /bangs on his bedroom door/ Get up boy. Now!

 -Harry wakes up with a jolt and looks around the room confused. He is back in his bed at the Dursley’s, his family gone again-

Fin. 

This is so beautiful because after years and years of Harry being a sweetheart to everyone he’s met, stopping for fan photos, doing more for charity than we’ll ever know, and just being an overall positive light in this world… all that good is coming back to him tenfold with all of this support coming from everyone in his life who’s been touched by his kindness, and everyone else who has witnessed it time and again.

Be nice to nice is the best way to live… Harry’s a great example of that.

gay-street  asked:

Best 8th year fics?

This was such a struggle to choose, I have manyyyy 8th year fics that I love, but these are my top ten. Sort of. Except not entirely in order.

My favorite 8th year fics

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill (73k)
‘Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.’
(Aghh this fic is a classic, so well-written, the budding relationship between Drarry so intense and passionate, so many FEELS. I love it all.)

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (8.9k)
Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.
(The writing style in this is absolutely brilliant, it kills me. Harry is so ridiculously on point in this with his awkward dorky OBLIVIOUS self. I can’tttt.)

The Standard You Walk Past by bafflinghaze (46k)
On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened. That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.
(One of my long-time faves! Harry and Draco are sweet and hilarious together in this but my heart breaks for Draco’s situation, so fluff and angst in spades!)

And Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (21k)
It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.
(I LOVE THIS FIC. It’s so cute, funny, and fluffy, but also sad, because a sad Draco always hurts. Harry is especially lovely, and yesss, kisses!)

In Plain Sight by oldenuf2nb (37k)
Draco Malfoy had stopped believing his wishes would be granted long ago. He could perhaps be forgiven for being startled, then, when one of them came true.
(All of this makes me want to scream because it’s heartbreaking and hurts so bad, but then the Drarry in is the sweetest thing ever, so it’s worth it.)

Good Company by Greenflares (8.2k)
With Hermione and Ron always together, Harry’s return to Hogwarts to complete his education isn’t exactly fun. Somehow, it’s his unlikely friendship with Malfoy that keeps him sane.
(This fic is hilarious, Draco is melodramatic in that way I love for him, and they are so so sweet together. I just love this whole thing, it makes me smile.)

The Owl Who Came For Christmas by dracogotgame (17k)
Draco has a debt to pay off, no matter what Potter thinks. And he has a Very Good Idea to go along with it. Things don’t go as planned.
(Harry is a total sweetheart who still can’t name things to save his life, owl!Draco is too precious, the writing is great, and all the fluffffff yessss.)

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16k)
Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.
(How amazing is this idea?? Draco’s reactions in this are absolutely adorable, his shy smile is my everything, and aghhh I love this one a lot.)

The LipLock Jinx by Cassis Luna (21k)
It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. 
(An old favorite! This one is really well-written, I love Drarry’s slow friendship in this one and the note-writing… and then there’s that scene. READ IT.)

Talk to Me by Sara’s Girl (15k)
When the usual channels of communication are shut down, the most surprising people can find a way in. A strange little love story.
(All the feels! Oh, I love this one. The writing is oh-so-good, the love story so sweet, so precious, and indeed quite different. I want more more more!)

the best part about this entire thing is that it took me seeing this and only this and it inspired 6k+ worth of smut, fluff, and drunk!harry being cute. so it’s really cute, then filthy, and then cute again, and then filthy one last time so it has BALANCE. also based on this blurb i posted yesterday! enjoy <3

“Think it’ll be the best night f’my life f’you go an’ catch that bouquet,” he says in answer to your earlier question, and your eyes go wide and you shake your head almost instantly. “Absolutely not – have you ever been part of a bouquet toss? Those women will claw me t’the death tryin’ t’get it,” you reason, and he pouts.

“Please, baby – promise I’ll kiss it better,” he says, and you almost give in because he’s properly pouting like a child right now, but you look over to where all the bachelorettes have gathered, and you scrunch your nose. “Y’can buy me a bouquet f’roses and throw ‘em at me, ‘f that’s really what you want t’see happenin’,” you offer, and Harry literally whines. “Baby–” he starts, and you cut him off, “No.”

“Princess–”

“No.”

“Sweetheart–”

“No.”

It goes on like that until the final call for the girls to gather and Harry shrugs. “Fine then. I guess I’ll go,” he says, and you give him a look of confusion, your eyebrows knitted together, until you realize he means he’s joining the bouquet toss.

or

Harry and Y/N go to a wedding in Hawaii and he joins in on the bouquet toss when you refuse

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Bite

A quick little blurb about biting bum’s and scorching heat and whiplash that leaves you breathless. Hope you all enjoy it!

P.S.: DO NOT COPY AND REPOST THIS ANYWHERE.

Originally posted by bestharrypics

Hot.

It’s hot and you swear your brain has just about turned to mush with the sweltering heat that comes from the bright sun up in the Hawaiian sky.

Your skin is glowy from all the vitamin D but you feel hot and sticky and uncomfortable and desperate to get rid of the sweat and the suncream and the sand that cling to your body.

Your body drowns in immediate relief when, after waiting for your boyfriend to shower, you finally get your turn to slide under the almost cold spray. It’s refreshing and so satisfying to feel and watch everything that was making you feel sticky and gross slide away down the drain, your head immediately clearer once your head feels the fresh water soak up your hair.

You and Harry had been out all day long and now, when the sun had gone down a bit but enough to cool the room you both had booked, you two had decided a night inside was all you needed. Room service and Netflix and a good cuddle - three things you’ve been craving ever since he’d dragged you out early in the morning for a workout and then a day at the beach.

When you finish, renewed and smelling fresh, you stalk into the bedroom only to find Harry at the brink of consciousness. His hair is wet and flopping all over the place and his long legs are spread wide as he clutches the pillow on your side of the bed, his nose burrowed into it, eyes closed as he enjoys a peaceful nap.

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Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)

Flashbacks*



Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that she gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the carpeted floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more.

***

Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s order wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 

***

Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them. "She’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this gutted over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.

***

After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment while he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.

***

If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now. He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone into his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?



Whipped…friends?? Or…not anymore??(Part Three)

Wildest Moments

In which Harry and Y/N have trouble loving each other.

Miserable, that’s how Y/N felt, completely and utterly miserable, her relationship was useless truth be told, she just couldn’t bring herself to accept it. It was an endless cycle of screaming, bickering and any and everything being done to hurt each other.

After everything Y/N has been through, with her parents who supposedly berates Y/N every chance they get and past lovers who’s used Y/N for their selfish needs, all she has ever wanted was an easy relationship, but love isn’t easy, it never is. According to Shakespeare the course of true love never did run smooth.

Y/N knew what she was signing up for when she started getting involved with him in secret trysts at the beginning of their so called relationship. She’s heard the whispers about him, the gossip and the rumors all about his dark side. She didn’t want to believe them.

Y/N closed her eyes in an attempt to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill down her face, but she refused to let them spill, that means she’d look weak and give Harry even more of a reason to exploit her insecurities and weaknesses.

A sigh of relief escaped Y/N’s lips as she heard Harry storm out the room and into their shared bedroom slamming the door on his way in.

Y/N then forced herself off the couch and into the kitchen to make Harry a cuppa to calm his nerves before she attempted to talk to him in order to fix things between them.


“Harry?” Y/N softly called as she walked into their bedroom to find him laying under their covers strolling through his phone with a scowl etched onto his face.

“I made you some tea” she timidly spoke.

Silence, that’s all Y/N got. She knew Harry was ignoring her. Harry knew how much Y/N hated being ignored, he knew how the silence slowly killed her. It broke Y/N to pieces when Harry ignores her, she’d rather he yell at her or do something, anything that way Y/N at least has an idea what’s going in that pretty head of his.

“H please love” Y/N desperately pleaded as she cautiously slipped under the covers with him. A loud sigh slipped past Harry’s lips as he turned to face her, his brows were furrowed as her glared at her, the type of glare that was so cold it sent shivers down her body.

“I love you H, love you so much” Y/N whispered as her voice cracked and tears brimmed her eyes.

That’s all it took, that’s all it took for Harry to melt. Harry’s stone cold glare softened and quickly turned into a loving stare filled with adoration. Harry was completely smitten with her, they both knew it.

“C’mere petal” Harry cooed, “Let me love on yeh” 

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as she heard those words leave Harry’s mouth.


As they say all good things must come to an end. The next day was the same shit but a different day for both Harry and Y/N, another meaningless fight over something stupid and pointless, they were both just looking for ways to spite each other as always. Y/N sometimes believes both Harry and herself might be masochists, especially in times like this.

But this time Harry overstepped his boundaries.

Harry knew he took it too far, but he couldn’t help it, he was so angry, stressed and frustrated, he did what he always does, he took it out on his girl, the one person who stays with him no matter what, despite how bad he may treat her, she’s always there, even when everyone left, she stayed.

“Sometime I wonder what in God’s great name keeps me with someone as pathetic as yeh” Harry harshly spoke.

“I’m not pathetic” Y/N faint-heartedly spoke trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Harry.

“Oh sweetheart, yeh nothin’ without me” Harry spat causing tears to silently fall down Y/N’s cheeks because she knew it was true.

She was hopeless without Harry.

Before Harry came along Y/N had no one, she was just another lonely, innocent girl lost in this world. Harry was all Y/N’s ever had, he’s all she ever knew. Y/N struggled with her mental health, she struggled with money and she over worked herself to pay for her college tuition and to pass her exams.

But the she met him.

He teared her walls down bit by bit, she let him in without a fight. He was her angel, her saving grace. He never gave up on her like everyone around them said he would.

Harry and Y/N were both polar opposites they knew, they’re friends knew it, well Harry’s friends knew it. Everyone whispered about their destructive relationship. On the outside everyone wondered why they even tried but what they didn’t know about was the little moments that kept them sane. Something as simple as making each other a cuppa in the right moment and the late night love making with post cuddles.

“Y/N” Harry bitterly said snapping Y/N out of her thoughts. Y/N hesitantly turned to face Harry with tears slowly streaming down her face.

“ What got nothin’ to say yeh really tha’ pathetic?” Harry questioned, his voice dripping with venom. A loud sob left Y/N’s lips making her feel even more pathetic if even possible.

“Harry please” Y/N whimpered out.

“No Y/N, yeh think I want a relationship like this, a relationship where ‘ve gotta force myself t’ be happy fo’ yeh, cause if I don’t yeh’re gonna turn all depressed and sucicidal” Harry spat

“Please stop” Y/N pleaded as tears dribbled down her cheeks.

“Yeh know what I can’t handle this, I can’t handle yeh and all yeh baggage. M’leaving for a bit and don’t even try t’ come looking fo’ meh” Harry rasped as he stormed out their shared falt, slamming the door shut behind him.

Harry left Y/N standing there distraught and bewildered. Harry knew when he walked out he was running away from his problems, running away from her, and every time he ran away, he took piece of her with him, slowly breaking her.

Y/N knew this fight couldn’t be resolved by a cuppa and cuddles. She felt hopeless, she was hopeless without him. She sat there silently crying and praying for her love to come back to her, except this time she knew he wouldn’t, he’d finally given up on her, just like everyone else had.


Hi lovelies, I’d really appreciate some feedback on this, lots of love- K

Here’s my masterlist https://trumanxstyles.tumblr.com/masterlist

Just a short compilation of Harry and Louis using sign language. 

Harry telling interviewer he wants to learn sign language. 

Louis signing what looks like forever to Harry. I really wish I knew what song they were singing, or what they were talking about prior to this moment. (This is also sometimes translated as hope)

I’ve seen this one roughly translated to “Harry my boy” which fits with the context of the conversation that was taking place in this gif/interview. 

Everyone in the fandom knows this one..I was skeptical that they were signing “sweetheart/lover”at first here until you watch the clip and they are clearing poking fun at Liam and Zayn. 

Someone said they were signing here but this one to me looks like a dirty sign if you catch my drift. (and if you didn’t he’s gesturing about wanking)

Cute Fetus Harry signing “thank you” 

^^^I don’t know where this caption came from but I can assure you that, that sign is NOT thank you. I’m pretty damn sure he intended on signing fuck off or fuck you. But he doesn’t point at the end so its basically just the beginning of fuck you. 

this next one makes me giggle every time I see it..

it makes me giggle because he literally changes hands with his mic to correct himself. He either signs half of the “sweetheart” sign or okay..and then taps his chest twice with his palm open which is the sign for “mine” so essentially he’s signing “my love” or just “mine”

I’ve seen this one translated as “hazza not a big deal sad one” Louis is signing this to Harry after he missed a note. 

ASL/BSL is back!! The boys have been using it lately, Louis specifically. 

I can’t say for sure what this one is. But I’ve seen a general consensus going around that it means taking it to the mouth, or something about oral. :) 

This is from right after the impromptu Fresh Prince rap that Harry was upset that they didn’t practice. Louis is signing this:

which means “nag.” And fits with what was going on at the time.

(Edited September 2nd, 2015)