not gonna lie this made me cry


I’m here.

Never Would I

Harry’s unsure on what to do.

He’s standing tentatively near the edge of the bed, the sight in front of him not exactly being the one he deeply favored of.


He already choked down his pride as he’s the first to break the silence since even a single word wasn’t muttered by you the moment you quietly entered through the front door drenched in rain.

Harry gets uneasy every time you shift on the bed, your wet hair and clothes dampening the sheets with a massive headache already worsening, the cold air being a huge contrast to the warmth of your body increasing with your temperature.

“Let’s — let’s get you to dry clothes, yeah?”

Guilt’s slowly eating Harry alive as he knows he’s the reason of this, a lump forming in his throat as he very much regretted on how he didn’t pick you up when he had a chance to.

“Can yeh sit up for awhile, bub?”

You sighed, your vision blurring just by the slightest moment you do that made him quick on his feet to press his hand on the small of your back, no denying now that he feels awful.

It didn’t help him either that you were looking down on your feet instead of him when he was softly drying your hair put with his towel he only realized of now since he was slightly panicking.

It wasn’t the thing he did he’s scared of, but it’s you who’s sitting on the bed in complete silence, Harry’s arms supporting your back because he’s sure anything else would happen if he didn’t.

“Do — do you mind if I change your clothes while you’re sitting on the toilet seat, love?”

It was merely a nod that made him scoop you very gently into his arms and carry you to the bathroom before sitting you down on the closed toilet seat, shifting gazes quickly between you and the cabinet near him, the two articles of clothing he got coincidentially being his shirt and pajamas.

It was merely a nod too when Harry realizes he fears you being silent, that fears you in being such a state because of him. That it’s only the low hum of the airconditioner filling up the space.

It’s the fear when Harry realized you’re to fed up with him to the point that you’re not even looking at him. That it isn’t the words you said but the words you haven’t.

“You need to rest.”

He spoke heavily, sneaking a peek at you as he hopes you didn’t interpret it in the meaning in where he doesn’t benefit from it, his hold securing on you when he realized there is a possibility.

It only takes little for Harry to feel conflicted. And it only takes less for him to feel contented.

But seeing you lying down thoughtlessly with an unpleasant feeling, it only took him less than a second to feel remorse.

It made him feel it wasn’t worth it to squeeze a few more ideas about his songs and tour if he’d get this.

It’s the combination of situations that had a common denominator which was you that got to him so deeply.

“You couldn’t do it?”

It’s your weak tone that made his knees go soft and his hands to go against each other coarsely.

“You couldn’t sacrifice just a single day for me?”

Harry’s breathing picked up, knowing to himself that the studio session he went to today wasn’t even obligatory but he still went through.

“Y'know, even if it isn’t a day. You couldn’t pick me up from the own promotional party I’ve been thrown with?”

His fingers are shaking as he sat beside you shakily, a lump unknowingly forming in his throat since he knows you’re right.

“I’m not — I’m not asking much from you, Harry! But it isn’t — it’s unfair!”

There’s no point of his pride prevailing at the moment since he knows there isn’t anything to be proud of at the moment. Not a single thing.

“God, it doesn’t even feel like it was a celebration with this.”

He was quick on holding your wrist and shaking his head as if he’s begging for you to listen to him even though there aren’t any words coming out of him.

“Don’t — don’t-…”

“Oh, come on Harry. You know it’s true.”

Harry wants to deny it as much as he could until he finally believes his own lie but he knows he couldn’t.

“I’m-…” he’s stopped by his own nervousness and his lack of words coming into his mind, his bottom lip slightly quivering as he knows he’s gonna cry.

“Don’t say things when you’re gonna let me down anyway.”

Harry’s heartbroken over the tone of your voice and the hurt behind your words because the pain was seeping in as he’s letting out tears, his shoulders shaking.

“It — i-it isn’t. Wasn’t — s'not-…”

He’s incoherent, awe knocking in your walls that made you not resist to pull him closer to you.

Never my intention.”

Harry shook his head back and forth as he’s crying onto the pillow, looking at you with reddened and tear-stained features right when he’s speaking the utter truth.

“I never wanted to pain you this way. Just — never would I.”

Part Two | Masterlist

Olicity Fic Rec (Part 1)

Hey everybody! I have been wanting to do a fic rec for a while, but I haven’t been able to find the time to do it. Luckily now that school and finals are over, I finally can! I kinda tried to organize this fic rec by categories and stuff and I got really carried away lol, but I hope you enjoy!

SOME OF MY FAVORITE FICS (Not necessarily recent fics, just fics I LOVE (not all of my favorites bc we’d be here for days), and for the recent fics that are also my favorites, I put them in the recent section):


Sportsmanlike Conduct by @mogirl97: Overall one of my favorite sports AU’s! It has both fluff and angst, and I literally couldn’t stop reading it! I originally read it when it first came out, and each update made me so happy! Not to mention, hockey is literally my favorite sport (and I may or may not be a Flyers super fan) so this fic was especially fun to read! It all begins in college, when Felicity meets Oliver Queen, a handsome and talented hockey player! They hit it off immediately, and their relationship is so good, but of course, things get in the way! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND! Such an amazing fic!!

Times Like These by @anthfan: I REREAD THIS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING (i literally just re-read it and finished it before I started making this post)! If you have free time, go read this fic, and if you don’t have free time, drop what you’re doing, make time, and go read this fic! This fic is so good, and all of Oliver and Felicity’s interactions are so well done. I actually only came across this story a few months ago, and I am so mad I didn’t find it sooner, but now that I have read it, I can’t stop reading it over and over! It begins with Felicity’s stalker and cousin, Nate, coming back into her life, and of course, Oliver and Dig doing everything they can to protect her. SO GOOD. SO SO SO SO GOOD. I’m not gonna lie, this fic made me cry, and I rarely ever cry, so that should tell you how AMAZING this fic is!

The Firebird by @supersillyanddorky06: Am I gonna rec every single one of Matty’s fics? Yes. And the Firebird is NO EXCEPTION! This fic was recently finished (ending was super amazing) and if you’re looking for an amazing, riveting fic to read, go READ IT RIGHT NOW! I literally would not put this fic down when I first read it, and everytime I go back and re-read it, I read it from start to finish because its SO GOOD(lol the amount of HW i’ve been able to complete has gone way down since I started reading matty’s fics). This fic is an Al-Sahim story, but has Oliver in Felicity’s house every night, not saying a word, and watching Tv with her, after Felicity finds Oliver about to kill someone one night. Basically, Oliver starts seeking Felicity after that night, and you’ll have to see what happens! Honestly tho, I don’t know how to describe this fic (it’s too amazing to put into words), so just go READ IT!

Forever is Composed of Nows by @dust2dust34 and @so-caffeinated: I’m pretty sure everyone has read this fic, but that’s because it’s only the best thing to ever exist! I read this fic a while ago, but lost it, and when I found it again, not only was it completed, but there was a SEQUEL and I SCREAMED OUT LOUD BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY! Such a good fic, and as a person who doesn’t even like children, I fell in love with Ellie Queen (believe me that is saying a lot, like i hate kids, but this story made me absolutely love Ellie) ! This fic has so much amazing fluff, and good angst, and just a wonderful wonderful plot. I love having the Queen fam in it, and every single chapter is just so good. It begins with Ellie Queen, Oliver and Felicity’s daughter, being brought into the past to escape Zoom, when Felicity and Oliver are not together, and haven’t even accepted their feelings for each other. SO GOOD. Such a great idea for a fic, that was made into a beautiful story, and I love it so much!

With our Backs to the Wall (Darkness will Fall) by @theirhappystory: ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES LIKE I CAN’T EXPLAIN GUYS ITS SO SO GOOD!! I am the biggest sucker for Army AU’s and age differences and this fic touches upon both of those and does it so well. Every single moment in this fic I absolutely love, and I really can’t put into words how good it is. You have to read it. You just have to. It starts with Oliver returning from war, coming back to a home with Felicity, who is looking much different and more mature then when he lost saw her. Oliver struggles with keeping his feelings and thoughts in check, and it is GLORIOUS! GO READ IT! I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO SO MUCH!

Or Forever Hold Your Peace by @katanabaabe: Such an incredibly angsty and beautiful fic, that you won’t be able to put down! I came across this fic a long time ago, and I am still just as obsessed with it now as I was then. I loved how this story was done, and I loved the way that Oliver and Felicity’s relationship plays out. I LOVE ANGST, and this fic had such well done angst it was impossible to put down. It begins with Oliver comforting Felicity after she is very upset over what happened with her fiancé, Ray Palmer, and things escalate. Such a good fic!

Where There’s Smoak There’s Fire by FelOllie @littlered-sourwolf: THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING FIC! I have re read this story countless times, and I think it gets better each time. I love, love, love, the way Felicity and Oliver’s friendship plays out, with tons of sexual tension and teasing, and the angst (oh my god the angst is so good guys) all just is written together so beautifully you have to go read it! It begins with Oliver and Felicity, five years after the count took her, being the best of friends. I don’t want to spoil too much, but all I can say is READ IT because you will not regret it! Amazing amazing story!


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Hello everybody! Hope you’ll like this one shot, as it’s a little different than my previous ones. I experimented with asshole-harry as I announced earlier this week.

Summary: Y/N loves Harry to pieces, however, not when he switches from being the nicest man to the complete opposite whenever he’s angry.

Warning: There are hints on sexual assault. ( Not rape !!! ) In case you’re sensitive to that subject, please do not read. It’s something I have no experience in and I really tried be careful while writing.

This gif isn’t mine, but oh my, look at him! 

I’d seen him angry before, and a few times his anger had even been directed to me, but never had he got as loud as he was being now. Harry’s clear green eyes were cold and held none of the love they were usually filled with whenever he looked at me. Instead, they bore into my gaze as sharp as blades while the voice I knew as calm and gentle turned loud and spat one insult after the other. All the while my headache increased into a pounding pain and my heart hammered in my chest as I witnessed him punch the wall to his side in frustration, completely unfazed by my flinch.

“You’re so fucking naive, Y/N!” Harry shouted and gave another forceful kick to the door frame separating me from him as I stood in the living room and he in his kitchen.

“Sometimes I question what the hell it is that’s taking up the space in you head you’d need to think properly for fucking once! I’d bet that there’s absolutely nothing in there!” He pointed against his own temple before raising his hand to point at me with a trembling finger.

“You don’t mean that, Harry,” I answered, my voice barely above a whisper as my throat felt as if it was in a tight knot.

My words were followed by his foot colliding with a chair and I crossed my arms over my chest as I willed myself not to jerk again. Though Harry was clearly more angry than he’d ever been in my presence, I knew he’d never direct the physical aspect of his rage at me.

“Oh, you better believe I do, baby!” he replied, the pet name cutting into me by the harshness in which he spat it, “You can be such a pain in the arse sometimes! I seriously wonder why I even bother anymore!”

“Stop it,” I begged and shook my head as if to keep the foul words to enter my mind.

“You wanna know why?” Harry asked, ignoring my plead. His ringed hand pulled at the sleeves of his jumper until they exposed his heavily tattooed arms, arms I was so used to holding me. His gentle gestures  seemed something of a dream as the man before me resembled nothing to the kind boyfriend I knew.

“No,” I replied and my voice hitched, “Harry, just stop.”

Finally his eyes met mine again and for a second, I believed I saw how it dawned on him, that this time, he’d gone too far. Harry knew that he couldn’t take his anger out on me. That I wouldn’t take it as I wasn’t one of the guys who just dealt with his moods.
I bit my lip as my ears still rang from his loudly spoken words. The room had gone quiet aside form the noises of distress that were escaping me still as I tried to calm myself down so I wouldn’t have a break down in front of him.

“Y/N, listen, I-”

I shook my head and stepped back. “No.”

He’d lost himself in front of me before, however, never like this. Never had he got this harsh with me. Early on in our relationship, I’d learned that Harry could very easily snap and switch from being the nicest person in the world, to the complete opposite. He’d become a person he had no control over and said or did the most hurtful things that came to his mind.
Though I somehow knew it wasn’t his fault, I’d made it clear that I couldn’t handle him when he got angry and Harry had understood that.
He took a step forward, yet stopped immediately when I raised my hand.

“You know you can’t be like that with me, Harry.”

A hiss fell from his lips and I watched him roll his eyes before he let his head roll back. Any sign of kindness left his face as he clearly found my words beyond ridiculous.
“Wow, Y/N. You’re really gonna pull that shit on me?”

“What shit?” I questioned.

“The: ‘Oh Harry, you’re just too mean to me. I can’t take it.’ bullshit. Come off of it. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

He turned around and walked to the sink where he filled himself a glass of water, as if the conversation was over to him.

“Is it really, Harry?” I asked and stepped forward, refusing to let it go, “You just called me stupid and your burden! Did you think I would just be okay with it?”

“No, but I-”

“You’re my boyfriend! How can you speak to me like that?”

“Stop making this a bigger deal than what it is,” Harry spoke dismissively.

He raised his hand and brought the glass to his lips, emptying it with a few gulps before setting it down so harshly I feared it’d break.

“You know my day has been nothing but shit,” I continued, “And then you go on and yell, when all I needed was for you to be there for me. Just today, Harry! For once, it could have been about someone other than you!”

This struck a nerve as he raised his eyebrows and I knew that now I’d angered him properly. I willed my feet not to move back when he, with a few strides, came to a stand in front of me. His face held an angry expression and his figure loomed over my shorter one, making me feel incredibly small.
My breath hitched when he leaned in closely and raised his hand to caress my cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture. A grin appeared on his beautiful face at my reaction. There was no remorse or guilt in his eyes. Only anger and the knowledge that he’d found someone to take it out on.

“I always make everything about myself?” he wondered quietly, “Now you’re lying and you know that. How many times have you called me only to have somebody who’d listen to you bawling your eyes out?”

A quiet laugh escaped him and my heart dropped to my stomach. I shrugged off his touch. How dare he? Harry had become the only person I felt comfortable enough with to confide into and now he was so willing to rub it in my face. I knew he could be an asshole, but never like this.

“You jerk!” I hissed and pushed him back by his chest.

“How many times, huh?” he continued, the cruel smile still on his lips, as my forceful action had done nothing to him, “How often did I have to listen to your complaints while I was with the boys? My friends all with a girl on their lap and me with mine crying to me over the phone. They all got some while my phone bill got more and more expensive by the minute.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged.

“If only your problems would have at least made a good story to tell them later. Would’ve saved me some mocking, not gonna lie.”

“Harry!” I whimpered as tears stained my cheeks, “You said I could trust you with that.”

“Well, what else was I supposed to say?” he mocked me.

I shook my head before pushing past him, knocking into his shoulder in process. I made my way to the door with Harry following close behind.

“Where are you running to now, babe?”

I hastily slipped on my shoes before putting on my coat.

“Anywhere away from you, asshole!” I replied as I yanked the door open, only for it to be pushed close with force by his hand, preventing me from exiting his apartment.
My breath hitched when he stepped even closer, his breath fanning over my neck and his body heat radiating off on me. It was almost ironic really, given how cold he was being right now.

“And why would you do that, darling?” Harry purred into my ear as he leaned in close.

“I cannot deal with you when you’re being like this!” I spoke, still refusing to face him “and you know full well that you just crossed a line.”

I pulled at the door handle once more and groaned in frustration when it didn’t budge.

“Now let me out, for god’s sake! I’m done with you!”

“Fucking fine!” he exclaimed and let go of the door, allowing me to pull it back open and stepping out of his apartment with rage cursing through my veins and a broken heart thumbing in my chest.


My head was dizzy and my feet ached. After I had spent the last week falling right into bed the minute I got home where I cried and cursed Harry for being the asshole he was, one of my friends had decided that she’d had enough of it. She’d pushed me into a shower, forced me into one of her too-tight and too-short dresses and then dragged me to her favorite club. A place, where she was quick to abandon me at, so she could socialize with the dozens of people she knew.

I wrapped my bare arms around my waist and bit my lip. I didn’t want to be here, alone and surrounded by drunken strangers. At least, whenever Harry had brought me to a club, he’d never left my side. It had even been fun sometimes. But Harry hadn’t tried to reach out to me all week, not a call and not one single text. My eyes stung at the thought and I cursed myself for relying on him so much. That needed to change.
I stepped into the pool of dancing people. My body easily found the rhythm to the music and soon the awkwardness faded as I let myself relax.
However, it all faded when all of a sudden two hands settled on my hips and a body pressed itself against my back. I struggled to turn around, but once I did my breath hitched. I’d never seen the stranger who held me to him before.

“Aren’t you a pretty one?” he spoke, his voice deep as it came out like a low grunt.

The man wasn’t exactly unattractive, yet he made me feel incredibly uncomfortable given how close he’d come, uninvited. His hair was blond and his figure tall and muscly as he towered over me. The stranger grinned when he noticed my gaze as he probably believed I was checking him out.

“Like what you see, babe?” he questioned and pulled me closer.

He, too, eyed me up and down with piercing blue eyes and a sickening feeling crawled up my throat as I noticed how his tall figure allowed him a perfect view down my dress. An approving hum escaped him and my entire body tensed.

“Let go,” I fought and tried to shrug off his hold. He, however, only tightened his grip on my waist.

“Now, now, we don’t want to make this a mess, do we? Wouldn’t wanna ruin all the fun we’re gonna have.”

I grimaced as his breath, smelling heavily of alcohol, hit my face and shook my head, my eyes searching for my friend. My body jumped when a pair of lips found the skin of my cheek in a wet kiss.

“Stop it! Get off of me!”

The stranger huffed and I whined when he moved to take hold of my hands. Before I knew it, I was pulled through the crowd of people and towards a darker corner from the club. All my struggles were for nothing and I cried out in frustration when I couldn’t loosen his hold.
Once we reached his desired destination, he pressed me up against the wall and positioned his body so that it shielded mine.
Frightful tears escaped my eyes as I realized that no one would come to my aid now. The man forced my arms up to press them both against the wall with one hand. The other settled onto my stomach as he began moving his palm, searching for any bare skin.

“Please, stop,” I whimpered and my body froze in shock from the unwanted touch.

“I didn’t come here by myself. My boyfriend,” I began to lie desperately, when his fingers found the hem of my dress, “he’s going to look for me, and-”

“I have been watching you,” the man interrupted me and I whimpered when his wet mouth pressed to the skin of my neck, liking and biting the skin. “There isn’t anyone with you. No need to try to make me jealous, baby.”

More tears fell from my eyes and my wrists hurt from his tight hold on them. I gasped when his knees pressed into my legs in an attempt to get them to part, crushing me further into the cold stone.

“C'mon baby,” he cooed, “be good for me.”

I whimpered and my lungs struggling for breath when the guy began to nip and suck on my skin.

“I don’t want to,” I repeated against his ear, my head dizzy from fear, “please stop.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing there?”

My stomach clenched in relief at the familiar voice, coming from right beside me and a small cry escaped my lips. Harry. I looked up and my eyes found his face, yet he his eyes weren’t set on me. Instead, his furious gaze was directed on the man who didn’t make any effort to let me go, while I tried to set all my focus onto Harry, desperately clinging to any distraction from the man assaulting me.

“Go away,” the stranger grunted, his head still pressed into my shoulder. “You can have your go when I’m done.”

My heart fell at the rough words and I whimpered, trying to shake off the man’s hold. Harry’s eyes darkened when he saw my attempts at freeing myself and for a moment his angry glare found my face.

“Don’t think that’s gonna work for me,” he growled, “Now do as I said.”

The stranger groaned in frustration and still remove himself, though, I knew if he’d see Harry’s angered expression he’d let go instantly.

“Mate, fuck off alre-”

The man cursed when he was swiftly pulled from my body, but was silenced when Harry knocked him further back with another forceful push to his shoulders.
My body came to life the moment my attacker let go and my lungs filled with all the air they’d been denied for too long. I quickly raised my aching arms to pull down my dress, covering the skin the man had managed to expose and I willed myself not to break into hysterics at the fear mixed with relief I felt. Harry had already positioned himself in front of me when I looked back up and warmth flooded through my body as I knew I was no longer in danger.

“You. Leave,” Harry said and raised a warning finger at the stranger, “Now. Or else I will rip off your head.”

Harry’s voice stayed surprisingly quiet and calm, yet his tone as sharp as a blade. My mind shot back to when Harry had raised his voice at me only a week ago and though I’d been afraid, I realized that I hadn’t seen the truly angry Harry then. Truly furious Harry wasn’t loud, but calm. He neither shout nor yell. This was even scarier, because there was no sign that could have indicated when he’d snap.
The blonde guy glared at Harry, anger clear in his eyes, yet I could tell that he wasn’t immune to Harry’s intimidating aura and he took a step back.

“What the hell, man? Wasn’t doing any harm, now was I?”

Harry’s back muscles tensed and I reached out to brush my fingers over his shoulder blades in an attempt to calm him. “Harry-”

“No harm?” Harry growled and took a step towards the man and out of my reach, “You were just molesting my girlfriend and you call that no harm?”

“Hey, c'mon man. She didn’t say anything 'bout a boyfriend,” the stranger defended in a nervous chuckle and looked around Harry as if he expected me to help him.

“But she told you 'no’ and you just ignored that.”

My chest tightened and I wished Harry would stop taunting him and let the strangers leave, if only so that we could go home.

“Harry, please let’s go,” I pleaded quietly.

It surprised me just as much as the two men how high and frantic my voice sounded, as if I’d cry at any moment. Green eyes found mine when he turned around and to my relief, a quick nod followed.

“I’ll let you off for it now,” Harry said, directed to the man but he was still looking at me, “but rest assured that I’m gonna remember you.”

His warm hand found my small one and once more I was pulled through the crowd of people. My feet struggled to keep up with Harry’s long strides but we both refused to let go of our interlocked fingers and so he slowed his pace a bit. He continued to pull me until we stepped outside where my aching lungs happily breathed in the fresh air. Finally he came to a halt in front of a black car that I recognized as his. He gently squeezed my fingers once more before releasing them so that he could unlock the vehicle.

“Harry, I-”

He silenced me by raising his hand. “Not here.”

Harry nodded towards the exit we had just come out of and I noticed a group of people staring at us. Of course they wanted to see what the famous Harry Styles was doing in a non-fancy club.

“We’ll talk in private, yeah? Get inside.”

“My friend, she-” I began, my voice shaking as I still hadn’t stopped trembling.

“I’ll text her later,” Harry interrupted, “I’ll let her know that you’re with me.”

He nodded to his car once more and this time I was quick to obey without questioning anything further. I settled into the passenger seat and the moment Harry sat down behind the steering wheel, my hand already reached out to take hold of his. Harry chuckled softly and squeezed my hand.

“Love, I need that hand for changing the gear,” he spoke quietly and lifted my hand to his lips where he pressed a kiss to the skin before gently setting it down onto my thigh.

He shot me a gentle smile, started the engine and drove off.
A breath escaped me and I relaxed further back into the leather seat. Every muscle in my body felt sore and it took everything I had to keep the tears at bay as I was crushed with emotion.


“We’ll be at my flat in a bit, love. Okay?” Harry assured me calmly, “Will you be alright until then or do you need me to pull over?”

“No, it’s fine,” I murmured.

Harry nodded and reached forward to turn on the radio, knowing that the music would ease me.


“How did you know where to find me?”

I was sitting on one of Harry’s barstools in his kitchen, my torso dressed Harry’s Rolling Stone’s shirt and a pair of his black boxers hung from my hips. My fingers held the cup of hot chocolate Harry had made me as I stared up at Harry who stood in front of me. Both of our hair was wet after we’d taken turns at showering and the wet strands dropped onto his bare chest. Normally, his nakedness would have had me drooling over him, but after tonights events I was simply grateful that Harry and I had somehow forgotten about our argument.

“I have your friend on snapchat for some reason,” he replied while buttering the toast he was preparing for me, insisting that I needed to eat something. “Was receiving one picture of you two after the other, until it was only her. Figured something was going on.”

“She was excited to go,”  I muttered.

Harry shot me a glance and handed me the toast before taking a sip from his tea. “She’s a shit friend, Y/N. You shouldn’t hang out with her anymore.”

“She was trying to cheer me up,” I weakly defended her, but I knew he was right.

“Yeah, and then she left you alone with a pervert who would have done god knows what to you, if I hadn’t seen him pull you to the side.”

I whimpered at his words and put away the piece of bread as all the appetite was gone. Harry sighed and set down his cup before leaning down to wrap both of his arms around my waist. I quickly buried my face into his neck and  closed my eyes, breathing in the comforting smell of him as I allowed him to lift me up.

“M'sorry,” Harry murmured, “didn’t mean for that to come out this harsh. I know you’re shaken up by all this.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered back and cuddled myself further into Harry’s chest.

I welcomed his closeness and the security he provided as my heart slowly began to calm down.

“My baby,” Harry hummed against the shell of my ear, before his lips found my neck, “S'all over now, okay? S'done.”

“I know,” I whispered, and tried to push away the memory of a different pair of lips that had touched the same spot only hours ago.

Sensing that I was uncomfortable he tightened his hold and hoisted me up. “C'mon. We should go to bed.”

I nodded and allowed him to carry me to his bedroom. My body was placed onto the bed and I smiled when Harry carefully covered me with his bedsheets.

“Good?” he asked, “Warm enough?”

He waited for my nod before slipping under the sheets himself.

“I like that we’ve slept together in your bed so often that we have established sides,” I whispered.

Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist so I could lay my head on his chest. “S'your bed as much as it’s mine, love. And if m'not wrong, your 'side’ is on top of me.”

I giggled and nodded, knowing how true his statement was.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Much,” I replied, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he hummed and took a deep breath before asking, “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No, Harry. He didn’t.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to my head. “M'glad.”

I hummed and cuddled my face further into his neck, my arms squeezing him tightly. The room was quiet aside from our breathing or the occasional kisses we left on each other’s skin. I took a deep breath as I let myself be consumed by him, happiness flooding my body at the relief.

“I never want to go that long without talking again,” I confessed.

Harry sighed. “I need to say sorry for that, don’t I? Was being such an asshole.”

“Yeah, you were.”

Harry moved so that he could hover over my body. His lips found my collarbones in a soft kiss and his hands squeezed my waist. His green eyes settled on my face and it warmed my body when I noticed how loving and warm they were.

“I love you and I’m so sorry, Y/N. I promise to never be like that with you again.”

“I don’t want you to be like that with anyone, though,” I replied and leaned forward to kiss his cheek softly. “You’re so much better than that.”

“I know,” he whined and reorganized the blankets so he could cover our heads with them as well.

I giggled at the makeshift cave he’d created and moved my hands to hold him by his neck, so I could make out where his face was in the sudden darkness. His own fingers found the hem of the shirt I was wearing and began moving his thumb against the skin of my hips.

“You did hold your ground, though. Was quite proud of that.”

“Shouldn’t have to,” I replied, “I get that arguments are bound to happen in a relationship, but not like this, Harry. Can’t have you purposely hurt me just 'cause you’re angry.”

I gasped when another kiss was pressed to my jaw and giggled when his hair tickled my cheek. This gentle and kind Harry was the person I loved and was used to. Of course I didn’t want to end our relationship, but I knew I never wanted to feel afraid of him again.

“You scared me,” I whispered.

Harry whimpered at that and pressed himself further into my arms. “M'sorry. I’ll work on my anger, I swear.”

I nodded and squeezed him. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

Harry pressed another kiss to my cheek. “I promise.”

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“Lose Some Weight”

I’m not gonna lie, as someone who has been trying to lose weight after years of obesity, this made me cry. It’s so real.


Tony gasped quietly as he was pressed up against the wall, legs spreading accommodatingly for Bucky to shuffle between. “Mm–mm fuck who taught you how to kiss-?!”

“Don’t remember her name,” Bucky drawled, grabbing the smaller man’s thighs and pulling him up so his legs were wrapped around his waist. “No real loss if I’ve still got the skills though.”

“Ah!” Tony whined, clutching at his shoulders as Bucky jerked his hips forward, grinding his cock up against his ass. “Bucky-!”

Bucky growled, pressing his teeth against Tony’s ear. “You like that?”

“Yes, yes, yes-!” Tony tilted his head back with a gasp, rocking his hips down to meet Bucky’s. “Oh my God!”

Bucky smirked, sliding his hands up to grasp Tony’s ass and squeeze. “Yeah? Tell me who your daddy is, baby.”

“I-!” Tony started, then stopped, going rigid.

Bucky frowned in concern and leaned back. “Doll?”

I’m his daddy,” Howard growled, cocking his shotgun.

“Bucky run!” Tony yelled, letting go of him.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He screamed when he heard a gunshot and leapt out a window.

“Young man, we’re going to have words,” Howard told his son sternly, reloading. “For now, I’m going on safari.”

Tony grabbed his arm as he passed. “Daddy, no!”

Howard turned, looking Tony up and down, then began buttoning up his son’s shirt. “I will put his head on my wall as a trophy.”

“Dad!” Tony exclaimed helplessly as Howard turned on his heel and began marching for the stairs. “Steve!

Steve came barreling out of his room, clutching his shield and still half asleep. “What? What?! Who’s attacking?!”

“Steve!” Tony clutched his arm. “Dad’s gonna kill Bucky!”

“What? Why?” Steve asked, visibly still trying to wake up as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“He, uh–he caught me and Bucky making out? And, um… Bucky asked me to tell him who my daddy was?”

Steve stared at him for a few seconds, obviously confused, before he said, “I’m going back to bed.”

Steve!” Tony shrieked. “Dad’s going to murder your best friend!”

“I mean, he asked you who your daddy was in front of your dad, so… He made his bed and now he’s gotta lie in it.”

“YOU’RE THE WORST!” Tony shouted.

Natasha poked her head out of her room, scowling at him blearily. “Oh my God, all you have to do is cry, Tony. Howard’s a sucker for your tears.”

“I hope you’re right since this asshole isn’t gonna help me!” Tony snapped, turning to follow and hopefully catch up to his father.

“…Listen,” Steve said when Natasha glared at him. “I’m not the idiot who asked who Tony’s daddy was. I’m also not the idiot who’s gonna confront Howard about it.”

“You’re okay with this because you get Tony to yourself if Bucky dies,” Natasha drawled.

Steve shrugged. “I’m going back to bed.”

“Not a no!” Natasha called after him, and frowned when he slammed his bedroom door shut. “Farewell, Bucky. We barely knew ye.”

Okay so first of all - this is the first piece I’ve drawn in weeks and my skills are rusty af but not only that I recently switched from drawing on my surface to buying a legitimate tablet and let’s just say that the past few days have been stressful lol. So bear with me as I relearn how to draw and learn how to draw without looking where my stupid hand is. It’s hard af guys, I don’t know how you do it.

kent parson is mexican.

hear me out. he’s from ny, right? nyc’s latinx population (boricuas & dominicanos, primarily, but there’s a not insignificant population of other caribeñxs and latinxs in general) is significant. they changed the face of hip hop honestly. as a mexicana, im going to make him mexican, but feel free 2 make him boricua or cubano or whatever u want ! make him latinx.

anyway. about mexican!kent.

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history-nerd-elijah  asked:

So... is your centaur keith based on Spirit? 👀

Nah, not intentionally, more like it just happened that way?

Won’t deny the Spirit resemblance in the end (my playlist maybe had a part in it and good lordy do I love that movie so much) but it didn’t happen straight up. Trial and error and initial reasoning beforehand etc.

Which of course I’ll now ramble a ton about because I enjoy talking this stuff far too much so, undercut time

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any head canons for when zimbits meets each other's parents? Or when the parents meet each other?


Yeeesssssss. All of the above.

**When Bitty meets Jack’s parents:

Ok Jack’s parents are giant nerds, but like they both are public figures and know how to act. They’ve been holding back up until this moment, when they finally get to meet Bitty.

It’d probably be Bitty coming over to Jack’s house, so they wouldn’t have to worry about hiding. It’d probably also be a holiday, which just so happened to fall on a weekend, and both Bitty and Jack are free.

Bitty is nervous, just like he was with meeting the Falconers. He brings so many pies and random deserts. He worried over his outfit for a week. Jack was a supportive boyfriend and helped him pick out his outfit and bake, but also helped him not get too anxious.

Bob and Alicia are all smiles and very like soft at first, trying not to scare Bitty off (theyre both Extra AF usually). Over dinner, they all have some wine and Bitty is starting too loosen up when Alicia asks him about his recipe for the pie.

Then Bob slips up and mentions something that’s clearly a reference to a video Bitty made in the past.

There’s a moment and Bitty looks at Bob and is like, questioning but not sure how to ask.

Bob caves. He can’t keep this up. “I’m not gonna lie, I watched all of your videos. Alicia and I both did. We think you’re wonderful and have been dying to meet you. Also, honestly your videos made me cry a few times. I told myself i was only going to watch a few but I definitely watched all of them, not all with Alicia, and I just.” He shrugs. “I’m a stan.”

Bitty blushes and laughs a lot. This breaks the ice entirely. Everything else goes great, Bob instantly adds Bitty into the family group text. Bitty now has both of them on snapchat and like he and Alicia are besties. Forever.

**When Jack meets Bitty’s parents:

They actually met over Skype first. That’s how Bitty came out to his parents and like a few weeks later they meet Jack. It’s a bit nerve-wracking for both of them but Coach is so impressed, but also is like “Of course my son could land an NHL star. He’s my son.” 

The first time they meet in person is over the summer then, during Fourth of July of course.

This is also when Jack’s parents come down to meet Bitty’s parents

 Everyone knows about Bitty. Well, most people do and if not they probably are distant. MooMaw is so supportive and loves Bitty a lot and is so excited to meet his “handsome hockey boyfriend”. Some of his aunts and uncles might not be, and some really don’t like it at all, but his parents and grandma are always there for him and that helps a lot.

Fourth of July is the obvious date to go down again. Coach and Suzanne encourage Bitty to invite Jack’s parents as well.

So Jack and Bitty and Bob and Alicia all fly together. Bob and Alicia rent a car and they drive to Bitty’s house.

Bob and Suzanne actually get along really well and so do Coach and Alicia. Like they all get along but this is where the friendships are (cause Bob can cook and honestly we don’t know much about Alicia but I think this girl loves like a lot of sports and played like soccer and stuff in high school so her and Coach get along super well talking sports and stuff)

It’s all wonderful and Suzanne loovvess that she can tell her old friends that she is now good friends with Bad Bob Zimmermann - her high school crush. 

I Know I’m Not the Only One

Summary: my submission for @caplansteverogers song fic challenge! Congratulations on 900 followers! ❤

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Stucky

Warnings: cheating, angst

Prompt: I’m not the only one by sam smith

I can’t believe you let me down

But the proof is in the way it hurts

For months on end I’ve had my doubts

I hadn’t been suspicious of them at first. I knew just how close they were, how much they’d been through, so I respected their close friendship. It was until a few months ago that I’d started to feel the suspicion building in my chest.

You’ve been so unavailable know

Now sadly I know why

Your heart is unobtainable

Bucky and I had been dating for a year when things starting to change. It started with him requesting more solo missions with steve and refusing to go on missions with me. I just thought that maybe it was too stressful to see me in dangerous situations but turns out I was wrong. Now I’m here standing in front of my lover and one of my dearest friends completely at a loss and broken-hearted.

You say I’m crazy

‘Cause you don’t think I know what you’ve done

But when you call me baby

I know I’m not the only one

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice, Bucky? Hmmm? Did you think I would notice the change of tone in your voice when you called me baby, how it sounded fake and patronizing. Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you stopped requesting missions with me and asking instead to be with Steve? Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” I took a deep breath and swiped some tears from my cheeks.

“I know that you and Steve have a very complicated history. I’ve always respected that. But how, Bucky, how could you do this too me?”

Bucky said nothing, refusing to make eye contact with me as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Steve.

“I don’t think Buck meant to hurt–” steve began, lacing his fingers with Bucky’s.

“Can it, Steve. I’ll get to you right now I’m talking to Bucky” i said, harsher than I’d ever talked to steve.

“I never meant to hurt you, babydoll, it just –” I put a hand up to stop him.

“If you’re gonna lie to me, I don’t wanna hear it.” I say turning my attention to steve.

“How could you do this too me, steve? You’re one of my best friends and whats even worse you let me confide in you when I though Bucky was cheating on me. You let me cry on you shoulder and it turns out you were the other person the whole time.” I cried

He bowed his head in shame.

I have loved you for many years

Maybe I am just not enough

You’ve made me realize my deepest fear

By lying and tearing us up

“Can you just tell me one thing, Bucky?” I asked, my voice now surprisingly calm. He nodded, looking at my face for the first time.

“Was I ever enough for you?” I whisper, my eyes searching his face. He nods gently.

“Then what happened?” I asked, feeling the emotion rise in my throat again.

“You just weren’t Steve.” He replied, with a sad smile.

I swallowed thickly as I nodded, turning on my heel and matching down the hall to my room, throwing everything that was necessary into a few bags and carrying them back out to the living room.

“What are you doing, (y/n)?” Steve asked, looking concerned.

“I’m leaving and you can consider this my resignation, Captain” I snapped, shouldering my bags and heading for the elevator.

“Where will you go?” Bucky asked, taking a step towards me as I shrug.

“Right now, anywhere is better than here. Goodbye.” The doors closed and I let myself really cry for the first time since I’d found out that Bucky had been in faithful. When the doors open I left the compound, future unsure and heartbroken.

And I know I’m not the only one

self rec

Fic authors, self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers

I was tagged by this cutie over here @sanjariti (this was tough I’m not gonna lie)

1. Behind the Walls (Professor!Bucky x Reader)
This was the first actual story that I thought through and it got me out of horrible times whenever I wrote it. Honestly, I think it’s my best work but maybe because I didn’t do the other ones yet. Anyway, I love it and it’s my precious child and I am a sucker for professor Bucky because why not.

2. Let Me Touch Your Fire (Bucky x Mutant!Reader)
This made me cry a lot while I was writing it lol. But I loved the idea and because of it, I have a similar sort of thing lined up in the making so hopefully it’s better.

3. You Made A List? (Bucky x Reader)
This was so cute and touchy and gave me feels because Bucky is still sort of not in his mind and can’t believe people are nice to him or actually are nice to him so ya. It’s fluffy and I love flufff.

4. Guys My Age (1) (2) (Bucky x Reader)
Oh man this one over here made me take a cold shower while I was in the middle of writing it. It’s hot as fuck and I loved writing every line of it. Thanks to the anon that introduced me to Hey Violet. They’re fantastic.

5. Rude Boy (1) (2) (Bucky x Reader)
What can I say? I’m a sucker for Bucky and sexy times and this was my second best smutty fic I think.

Tagging @snowyseba @amrita31199 @angryschnauzer @after-avenging-hours @papi-chulo-bucky @thatawkwardtinyperson @mermaidinplaid @plumfondler because their writing takes me to another world.

“Guard Dog” - Part 1

“Guard Dog” - Part 1

Victor Zsasz x Reader

My Masterlist - Here

Word Count: 1328

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, Y/N/N = Your Nickname, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Home invasion, Being held hostage,

Summary: Victor and reader are dating but keeping it on the DL. Word gets out apparently and reader is used as bait. Victor tries his best to help out afterwards.

Originally posted by gothamedits

Author’s Note: This is Part 1 of a mini series that I’ve had in my head for awhile.

This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @luciebell-writes , @welcome-to-cobblepothell

    You and Victor had been together for awhile now. You were one of the very few who understood him and wasn’t scared of him. You were the only person he has ever had real feelings for. So when you agreed to be his girlfriend, it was one of the best days of his life. Being together made both of your lives worth living. Being so in love was never in any of Victor’s thoughts of his future.

    You knew that dating Victor would come with a risk, but you also knew that dating him made you even more safe than if you were on your own. Both of you tried to keep you relationship as quiet and hidden from others as possible. The more people that knew, the more in danger you two were. The only people that really knew and you could be normal around were Oswald, Edward Nygma, and the Zsaszettes.

    You loved him and you knew he would help in any way that he could. You just didn’t expect to be used as bait after keeping your relationship a secret for so long.

    When you were attacked and held hostage in your own apartment, it hit the hitman in a whole new way. Yes, he had wanted people to suffer and die before, but when he walked into your apartment ready for a date night and instead saw a familiar gang member with a gun pointed at your head, it was a new type of anger. Seeing you on your knees, tied with your hands behind your back, gagged, and crying made his already prominent distaste for the man grow to an unmeasurable amount.

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Not gonna lie, I really thought I was going to cry with the last episode (the kleenex were ready)  …. but I didn’t. 

Not even with the last scene with the kids and splinter. I am not sure if it’s because I already saw that picture days before, or if I didn’t get any sad feeling …. I just didn’t have the feeling to cry

Annihilation Earth and Requiem were only the episodes that made me cry (don’t know if there were more) 

  • Just like the hearse, you die to get in again 
  • What’s the worst that I can say?
  • And what’s the worst you take
  • Can you hear me?
  • Well if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say
  • Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?
  • What will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems?
  • I’m not o-fucking-kay
  • I never said I’d lie and wait forever
  • And all the things that you never ever told me
  • And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
  • Will you defeat them, Your demons, and all the non-believers,
    The plans that they have made?“
  • Your misery and hate will kill us all.
  • Go and try, you’ll never break me
  • I won’t explain or say I’m sorry
  • You’re still a good-for-nothing I don’t know
  • I don’t love you like I did yesterday
  • Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
  • So sick and tired of all the needless beating
  • ‘Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you
  • They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed 
  • Now I know, that I can’t make you stay 
  • I am not afraid to keep on living
  • I am not afraid to walk this world alone
  • Honey if you stay, I’ll be forgiven 
  • Nothing you can say can stop me going home 
Diary of a Black Male: Entry #37

Bruh, let me tell you some crazy shit. It’s not crazy crazy but that shit kind of got a nigga in his feelings. I feel some type of way about the situation and I’m kind of on the fence about it. I’m leaning one way because my heart saying one thing, but my mind telling me another and sometimes it feels like they’re going back and forth in how they feel. But anyway, check this out.

This chick who I used to talk too, like not too long ago. Actually, we dated. She was my girlfriend for like a few months and that shit just kind of feel apart when times got rough. She broke up with ya boy and I legit felt like shit. I was drinking and smoking every weekend my dude. I was depressed as fuck. Nigga, it would be 3 in the morning and. Would take walks, then a smoke break, then go to the gym, then take another smoke break, then probably go home, lay on the bathroom floor for an hour, shower then take my ass to sleep. It wouldn’t be until 6 or 7am until I actually closed my eyes.

Ya boy was hurt! Ya boy bought cried about how shitty things had gotten for me. I was dealing with a lot! I had things going on back at home with my peoples. People were dying, I was sick, I lost my job, friends weren’t really my friends– it was just a lot of shit going on. I tried to be optimistic about life but it was hard as fuck. Man, she left a nigga at the worst time of my adult life– thus far anyway, but my nigga… I was hurt.

But anyways, shorty hit my phone last night. She said she wanted to talk. I wasn’t really receptive at first because in my mind I am like there is nothing for the two of us to talk about. She made up her mind, she left me to deal with shit alone. You know, I had to do what I had to do and I had to detach everything. It’s crazy because I thought she was the one. I thought she was it. I thought I found myself a queen. I still respect her or whatever, she still a queen, just not my queen but yea bruh she was “it”. At least that was what I thought.

She hit ya boy up though asking to talk. I tried to get her to say whatever she had to say through the text but she was talking about how she wanted to me to hear what she has to say and talking about how it’s not the same and blah blah blah. So I finally gave in and told her that I would call her. So about 15 minutes later I call her or whatever and she hits me with small talk. Asking me about my day and shit, talking about she miss me and all this other shit and I’m lowkey still in my feelings, even though it’s been months. I’m just like what is it you wanted to say that you couldn’t text me- being a smart ass or whatever. She takes the deep ass breath and was like, I have something to tell you. And I’m like OKAY… She took another deep breathe and was like, I’m engaged.

My nigga I legit threw my fucking phone across the muthafuckin’ room! I’m like you engaged? What? When this happen? Bruh I’m pissed as fuck because even we had been friend for like three years, flirting for damn near 6 months before we started dating and she bout to be engaged to this new nigga. Bruh I’m not even hating on my mans but she really about to marry this nigga, NIGGA WHAT!

So I’m just like oh shit, my bad. A nigga shocked. It’s kinda soon. She starts blabbing about something. I’m not really paying attention because I’m salty as a muthafucka’ then it fucking hits me. Like why the hell did you call me to tell me that. I told her that I would half slept better not knowing it at all. Then she goes on about how much she cares about me and how she wants me to be in her life and this that and the third. The petty me starts talking. I’m like shit you fucked that up when you dumped my ass why you want me now. You gotta have everything you ever wanted if you gonna marry is ass. I start going in on her ass. At this point I’m pissed and I’m like if that’s all you’ve got to tell me then okay, thank you for letting me know, congrats, and I hope he’s everything and more than I could have ever been. Tell me why shorty breaks down in tears! Like, what the hell you crying about.

My nigga, no lie, she says I realized I made a mistake I am so so sorry. She said she wishes to make it up to me. She said she doesn’t want to marry that nigga. She said she didn’t know what to do. She said it was exciting and he’s a good guy and all but she doesn’t feel like he completes her like I did. My nigga she is balling at this point and I can barely understand what’s she saying. The last thing I could make out was her saying that she loves me. Then she tells me that she has a question. I’m like imagine, but you have to start crying. The phone goes silent for a few minutes and I’m like hello are you still there. She was like yea, let me gather myself and I’m like okay. She takes another deep breath, calls out my full name, pauses, and says, “I want you to be my husband, will you marry me.”

I told her I’ll call her back and I hung up the phone. Bruh, what the fuck! My nigga, I don’t even know. I can’t even function forreal, forreal. What the hell do I even do?