#harry's wheezy

[headcanonsandmore]

Lmao I know I am like probably super late to the party and you've probably already moved on from Harry Potter, but I just had to point this scene out YDHDYDJSJS. Remember that scene in OOTP where Ron was reliving the final quidditch match to Harry and Hermione? And at the end of it he was like ruffling his hair, trying to make it look windswept, and Harry (unknowingly!) is grinning at him. It's cuz Ron doing that reminds him of young James. It gets better cuz earlier in that book, Harry's view of his father has been sort of shattered (He was complaining to Remus and Sirius about James ruffling his air and just being his arrogant self! LMAO) But when Harry sees Ron, his best friend, doing the same thing as James, this trait now comes off as endearing to him. And because of that, this helps Harry see his father in a new light—that perhaps James wasn't ALL that nice but he wasn't ALL that bad either.

Sorry but that moment is just really adorable, and I am surprised no one has pointed that out yet. I just really love passages like those where we see how important Ron actually is to Harry.

Yes, I have mostly moved away from HP, but -yeah- I have this discussed this a few times (from @vivithefolle normally) and it is really sweet. Harry loves his wheezy.

Thanks for the message!

#message #a hp post? from h&m? in this economy? #ron weasley #harry loves ron so much #harry's wheezy

[oxydiane]

looking back at the harry potter books with like… actual time frames you realise that the most ron’s ever gone without really talking to harry was like two weeks but everyone always makes such a bigger deal out of it because harry is the one who makes a gigantic deal out of it. i think the fandom should make fun of him more for how dramatic he gets when fighting with ron.

you read the books and each time ron doesn’t talk to harry the narration is like. harry woke up feeling miserable. he turned to talk to ron but then remembered they aren’t talking and that made him start wallowing in his own sadness. there’s no point in going to the great hall, he can’t eat. he spent the potions class looking at ron who decided to sit with seamus instead of him. he was so busy staring at ron wishing they could make up he didn’t notice his cauldron exploding. snape is screaming but ron is still not talking to him. he has detention? big deal. if ron was there they would have detention together

#it’s just sosjdnwh #book ronarry >>> #the movies just couldn’t convey the massive crush harry had on ron #he was so miserable without ron #never take away his wheezy #harry potter #ron weasley #thoughts #rarry #ronarry #harry x ron #hp books #harry potter books #soo talks

[sliebman10]

Lake

(Harry/Ron, 100 words, @slashmultiverse)

They were in the dormitory, stretched out on Harry’s bed, sharing a smuggled bottle of firewhiskey. 

“So I’m the person you’d miss most?” Ron said, sipping the amber liquid from a bottle and passing it to Harry. Harry took a swig, letting his throat burn from the alcohol before answering. 

“Obviously,” he said, grinning at Ron. 

Ron’s face reddened. “Yeah?”

“I’d pull you out of the lake again,” Harry said, cheekily. “Would you pull me out?”

“You know it,” Ron said, easily, lying back again. Harry relaxed into Ron’s warmth as the alcohol left them with a pleasant, relaxed feeling.

#harry potter #ron weasely #goblet of fire #his wheezy #harry x ron #slash multiverse #pride prompts

[disneyprinceronweasley]

If they weren’t Harry and Ron would they have been expelled for flying the flying car to school?

#my feeling is no #harry potter #ron weasley #wheezy #cos #hp2 #hp #** #beth watches hp

[snakehouse-hisshiss]

All the kids love when Ron tells them stories. He’s always been a story teller (think about third year after Sirius attacked him in his bed, fourth year after the second task, and fifth year after he wins the quidditch cup) He’s a naturally story teller even if he tends to exaggerate a bit (it makes everything more exciting anyways)

All the kids prefer for Ron to tell them the stories. Harry will give you an hour long play by play of him winning the quidditch cup in third year, but when you ask him to tell you about defeating the dark lord he just sort of shrugs and says “we dueled and I won.” Meanwhile Ron will tell you every sassy comment Harry delivered and how the whole crowd- even Bellatrix Lastrange- gasped at Harry’s bravery and cheek.

#hp thoughts #Harry Potter #Ron weasley #post war #harry loves his wheezy #hp post #hp headcanon #hp fandom #random hp thoughts

[thenicestthingiveseen]

putting the word "my" in front of their name when calling for them for the Slytherin AU!

i have not published years 4-post war but it still counts as bonus content.

this is also significantly cut down because the possibilities? they were endless.

#hinny #harry potter #prompts #displayheartcode #im just a girl staring at a boy calling him my wheezy #im just a boy staring at a girl and someone call her my potty #im having technical difficulties

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Anthrorry making a comeback but it’s just you making fun of him AGAIN 🙄

when am i NOT making fun of the boyz <3

#especially anthrorry with his dorky ass fnaf shit and his asthma #demonrry mocking anthrorry: You wouldn’t have lasted a WEEK back in the 1300s #anthrorry: ‘back in my day’ this ‘in the 1300s’ that. back in your day people threw their literal shit out the window onto the street #and died before they turned 30. present company included. #the rest of the harrys: :O #vampy: fuck him up Wheezy

[jarofstyles]

FICTOBER DAY 24- Holding Back

yeah so... it's angel yn x demon h smut and it's filthy so here we goooo.

Fictober

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WARNINGS- demon h, angel Y/N, mean Dom h, dumbification, degradation, choking, hair pulling, etc. Just filth.

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Holding her hair in a ponytail, Harry’s hand drug her back to press her back against his sweaty chest. His hips continued to move, the slap of skin audible in the room, but Y/N was trying to keep it down. 

 “You’re holding back.” He hissed into her ear, the tingles of her hair being gripped and his lips so close making her body shiver. The demon was rough with her, just the way she’d found herself craving, one hand curling around her throat as she let out the most pathetic whimper she’d ever hear. “Who cares if anyone hears, hm? It’s what you need to do.”

His cock was deep in her, fucking into her sopping wet cunt, and he knew he was directly where she liked being fucked. “Poor little Angel. Still so afraid of letting people see even a bit of Dirt.” He cooed, slowing his thrusts and hitting deep, making her mouth fall open and a wheezy squeak leaving her lips. 

“I think that’s what it is. Y’walk around, like you’re this holy, sweet, innocent little thing. Perfect Angel, so soft spoken and touch so delicate. But when the door is closed.” He squeezed a bit harder with his fingers on her throat, making her gasp again. “The door is closed and you’re getting your holes fucked by the very creature you claim to hate. Sweet little Angel Y/N, God’s favorite… Is getting raw fucked by the demon who followed you home.” He snickered, loving that he had been her downfall. 

If Y/N wasn’t in the midst of pleasure, she would smack him hard. She would turn her nose up in the air, stomp her foot and leave. But she wasn’t there, she was being fucked by said man so well that her body was clay for him to model, her cunt wrapped around him and getting sparks of pleasure rendering her brain useless. “Hm? No retort from the pretty ice queen?” His tongue licked over her jaw, letting her breathe better for a moment as she shook her head. It was the right answer, because she was rewarded with her hair being released and sneaking down to rub at her throbbing clit. 

“Right answer, Angel girl. Got you so drunk on my cock that you’ve turned into a braindead little slut.” His voice got rougher, making her clench around him. He was soaked with her arousal, balls dripping with it, and he was enjoying every second of it. “Big and proper when we’re out there but the moment we’re alone you fall to the ground and mouth at my cock, get on those knees and open that pretty little mouth just so I can spit into it, fuck it… whatever I want because you’re just my little toy, yeah Angel?” He felt her try to nod, but that wasn’t enough.  “Use your words. Tell me you’re just my toy to fuck.” 

“I’m just… I’m your- I’m just your toy to f-fuck.” She shivered, her brain pleasantly floating as he fucked her. Y/N didn’t know sex could be as good as it was and surely she would pretend to hate depraved things such as this when she left the room- but something about the demon made her want to submit fully. Allowed herself to go blank, to take him the way he wanted her to. “Please,please,please, can I?” She pleaded, wanting so badly to cum. The stroke of his cock and his fingers rubbing over her clit and the nibbling of her jaw, it was the perfect storm. She was so close to letting go, so close to cumming all over his thick cock and then- 

He stopped. Fingers stilling on her clit, cock buried to the hilt and stopping, Y/N cried out in loss as he cooed at her. “None of that. You’re going to cum when I want you to, beautiful thing. If you’re going to turn your back on me out there, that’s fine. But I want you to remember being edged as many times as you can be. Roll your eyes at me saying hello next time and m’not going to let you come at all. You’ve got to be reminded what you are.” He kissed away a tear, pulling her to lay her head back on him. “A slut for a demon, a personal whore. You’ve signed up for this, you come knocking at my door to apologize… Give me this sweet body and a promise of being better next time… I think the only way to make a girl like you learn, is if I take away what you’re after.” Harry’s hand crawled up her belly, pressing over where he was sure he was buried, rocking back and forth into her to get some relief. 

“Because none of those angels can fuck you the way you want. You want flower petals and champagne and a slow rock of a fuck? Go on to them. But you won’t because underneath that angelic body, lays the prettiest, most willing to please slut that wants a pounding.” His chuckle made her shudder again, pressing his lips to her cheek. “As long as you remember you’re mine and show me a bit more respect? I can continue to make this happen. Do you understand me?” 

“Yes- yeah, I do Harry. I’m sorry.” She whined, cut off when his hand smacked over her breast.  As much as she tried, Harry was the one who shut her brain off. Let her focus on pleasure and give her a sweet pain to remember the next day, making her feel more alive than she had ever been. “I am yours, I promise.” 

“I know that.” He stated. “Get back down and turn around. Want to see you cry for my cum.”

#jarofstyles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles smut #harry writing #harry styles imagine #harry drabble #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #mean dom harry #mean dom Harry styles #demon harry styles #demon harry #angel!y/n #angel reader #jarofstyles fictober #jarofstyles fictober 23 #harry fic #Harry smut #Harry styles angst #Harry styles fluff

[madebyrolo]

Holding me and holding back

⚘.

Pt.2 Rafe Cameron x pouge reader

Read Pt.1 here

she/her

Summary: summer fling with Rafe. Your typical kook vs pouge war but what if instead of gold it was love?

Obx masterlist

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ───

You pulled into the Tanny Hill driveway, you parked leaving your sleeping bag and stuff in the car because you didn’t know where this night was gonna lead.

You planned on confronting Rafe, the whole tire thing was absolutely insane.

You starting walking up to the door as Rafe was already waiting for you. He opened the door and greeted you with a bear hug and kiss on your lips.

The mint taste feeling like home.

“Where’s your stuff?” He asks “aren’t you spending the night?” Rafe sounded concerned.

“Maybe, my bags in the car just in case.” You say rubing your thumb across his knuckles.

“Okay come on, I set up a movie in the screening room. Sarah’s gone she’s off with Topper, wheezy at a sleepover and my dad trusts us enough to leave us alone” he smiles leading you to the room.

You and Rafe lay on the gigantic bean bag. One had wrapped around you and the other using the remote.

“Okay we can watch scream, mean girls, don’t worry darling-”

“Don’t worry darling.” You say without even considering the other options

“Alright should’ve know, Harry styles is in the movie….” He sighs giving you a tight squeeze.

You guys are into the movie, Rafes eye are glued on the screen and you’re deep into your thoughts.

You and Rafe have being a “thing” since April.

Never in your life you would be in a situationship with the kook king, Rafe Cameron.

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—flashback—

You're a pouge yourself, working as a bev cart girl at the golf course. The job is easy and the tips are ever better. Tipsy old men with a girl in the skirt is like the money-mouth emoji.

That were you met Rafe of course.

You were covering for your other employee, she was over 21 and she could actually handle the alcohol legally but some how the mangers didn't care that one day. You were doing your loops and happened to meet your best tippers, who usually have $20+ they were easy in a way, but not that day.

"Look it's our favorite doll!" The oldest one said.

"Good to see you too Mr.Adams!" you say with a fake smile plaster on your face.

"Honey, what did I say call me Paul!" Mr Adams said playfully.

"Okay Paul, what would you and these gentlemen like today?" You said getting out the cart and pulling open the coolers.

"Arnold Palmer, needs some of his luck if I wanna win this bet with Andrew" Mr Adams winked

"throw in a splash vodka too"

As you began pouring the vodka Mr Adams kept saying "a little more..."

"Might as well made it a longgg Island" you joked earning fits of chuckles from the tipsy men.

"I'll take a beer" Andrew aka Mr.Gage asked

"And I'll get your number sweet heart" the bald one said checking your ass out.

You pulled it down praying there was gonna be no breeze to help fill out his fansistes. You gave them their drinks about to turn around to enter your cart as the bald one grabbed your wrist.

“I didn’t get what I ask for.” He said leaning in with the smell of wiskey heavy on his breath.

“Sir let me go.” You said with your head down trying to fight your wrist back.

The other men were laughing, sipping their drinks watching their friend miserably hit on you.

“Darling I’m not gonna ask you again.” He said squeezing tighter.

You were about to risk them seeing your paintes to kick this bald bitch in the dick but right before you could lift your leg the man fell right in front of you with a grunt.

As you watch him go down you saw an another dude behind him, and that being Rafe Cameron.

He had a golf club, which you connected that he hit him with. You can see the mark of dirt and grass on the back of his shirt.

“You want another one?” Rafe said looking down at the man as he turned to face him.

But all he could hear with groans, the man bareley being able to get a word out.

“I’m not gonna ask you again.” He ordered.

And with that Rafe slammed the golf club right between his dick. Barely hitting it but enough to scare him.

He yelled as he rolled down the hill as his friend run away.

“I’ll make sure you never set foot in this club, or any club on this island again.” Rafe yelled at them.

You shook your head trying process what just happened, or what could’ve happened. Your legs shaking from the thoughts and your arm being red from the “man's” grip.

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked.

You heard stories of the boy, him being played as this big scary guy from Jayj and the fights you heard involving your friends and others.

“Um yeah I guess, thank you Rafe.” You said avoiding eye contact. You didn’t want him to see the tears building up in your eyes.

“Hey kid.” He said lifting up your chin to see the tears spilling down your cheek. “Here let me help you in, I’ll drive you back to the house, we’ll get your stuff and I’ll take you home.” Rafe offered as he guiding you to the passenger seat of the cart.

As he got in he started the cart slowly driving. Whiping the melted mascara, trying to get yourself together before you have to face your manager.

“You know their names right?” Rafe asked as he looked over at you.

“Uh yeah all of them except the one that grabbed me.” You said trying not to cry again.

“It’s alright I bet you $100 I’ll get it within the next 30 minutes.” He said with a small laugh trying to ease the tension.

“Thank you Rafe, if you didnt get there in time I would’ve had to kick him, giving them the view they wanted” you said with a breathy laugh wiping the rest of your tears.

“Would’ve been one hell of a kick girl!” He said placing his hand on top of yours.

In a way it felt comforting, scary cause you barely knew the kid but he wasn’t a complete stranger.

Soon you were in the passenger seat of his truck, and with a $100 bill in your pocket from the bet he made.

“Can’t believe you got them banned practically everywhere.” You said with a small laugh.

“Oh and they donated 100k to the club all together too. And here’s your tip” He smiled to himself handing over $520 in bills.

“Snagged them from their wallets” he said giving you a wink.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” you scoff in amazement counting the cash.

He’s driving along the beach to the side of the island he swore to never ever to be on. The sun was setting creating a warm ambiance with “3005” by childish Gambino playing from his playlist.

“Great music taste” you complement trying to change the topic.

“Mmm thanks, I take pride in it.” He hummed “you listen to childish gambino?”

“Um the one and only Troy Barnes ? Yes I do girl” you giggle.

“I love the community, it’s so good. I haven’t done my annual rewatch yet.” He said taking a quick glance at you before focusing on the road again.

“Omg me too. Although I can never get myself to finish season 6 because it’s just boring without Donald glover and the problematic old man.” You say looking out the window watching the sun set.

“You have to come over and watch it soon. We can have a little watch party” Rafe offers as he pulls into your neighborhood.

“Yeah I’ll like that.” You say locking eyes with eachother.

Soon he parks into your driveway. You began unbuckling before he speaks up.

“So you’re down to come over one day? Netflix and chill or what not.” He laughs with blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Yeah it’s a date” you say with blush now matching you both.

“Hey I wanna thank you again. I genuinely don’t know what I would’ve done without my knight in shiny golf club” you joked

“Don’t sweat it, besides I’m glad you’re okay y/n .” He said nudging your shoulder as you let go of the seat belt.

“So are you gonna give me your number or…” you joked.

“Oh yeah yeah my bad. Here type yours in” he said handing you his phone.

As you enter it you hand it back.

“What emoji you want by your name ?” he ask trying hard not to have you go.

“A princess would be nice ‘cause you were my prince today.” You give a dopey smile to him.

“Perfect.” He said entering it in before turning his phone off.

The car is filled with silence with his music barely being able to fill your ears.

He looks at your eyes before going down to your lips, you also doing the same.

Next thing you know they’re a warm touch on your lips. And your hands are tangled in Rafes hair.

You break the almost minute long kiss, you have to enter your house at some point.

“Thank you Rafe.” You said before your open the door.

“No thank you y/n. I’ll text you when I get home” he said as you shut the door.

He watched you enter your home before driving off home.

You run into your parents on the couch.

“What are you doing home, I thought you didn’t get off till 7?” Your mom ask

“They let me off early ” you say as your enter your room.

You lay in bed thinking about the eventful night.

Screw the bald man, you just made out with Rafe fucking Cameron.

— end of flashback—

Ever since that day you have been so grateful for Rafe. Even though you guys aren’t exclusive you both knew better not to touch another breathing thing.

He was a sweetheart, to you at least. He always payed for the food, little (big) gifts here and there, sleep overs ever weekend, driving you to world, picking you up from work, hanging out after work.

You two were inseparable.

It was fun behind doors, but the second you were with the rest of the pouges you were nothing more.

Him and his on going “war” with John b and jayj for no reason other then social class. He would call the others out with names and insults laced with venom but never said a thing to you. He couldn't even find the words.

One time he called jayj white trash and made fun of John b for having a dead dad, them literally millimeters away from a fight before you called him out for being obsessed with them, throwing in a gay joke.

He looked at you with soft eyes before throwing a small insult to throw the rest off.

“Okay princess, go make tips with your boobs.” he said leaving everyone confused for the “insult” he threw at you.

And with that he left without a fight.

“Okay so I get called a slut and you get called out for boobs?” kie said offended watching the boy walk away.

“I mean she does have nice boobs…” jayj whispered before Pope smacking the back of his head.

You giggled at the old memory,

But the feeling of guilt washes over you.

Rafe and his buddies always messing with the pouges, you’re bestfriend. The name calling with bruises and vandalism to prove it.

Where does your loyalty lie?

Rafe perks up with the sound of your giggles

“Okay are your giggling at her being crush by glass walls right now?” he asks

“No no it's something else.” you say looking off to the side.

“Actually pause the movie, I wanna talk about something” you say as he grabs the remote.

“Uh okay, so what's up.” he ask with thoughtful eyes.

“So I know we've been sneaking around for a while now-”

“Well I wouldn't call it sneaking around, you've met my parents and vise versa” he said with a nervous laugh

“Yeah i guess but our friends Rafe. If mine find out about us I don't know what they would do”

“Why do you care what they think?” he ask

“Cause you just ruined Kies car…”

“Well she deserved it”

“What did she even do?? We were just having pizza for crying out loud.”

“Oh didnt know jj was pizza…” Rafe mumbled under his breath.

“Oh so this is about jj.”

“I’m just saying if he wasn’t all up on your the night wouldn’t have ended like this!”

“First of all, nothing happend, second of all if it was jjs fault why did you destroy Kiara’s car!”

“Like she couldn’t get it fix, she a kook too you know!”

“You slashed her ties Rafe! Money or not that’s still a despicable thing to do?? She’s completely innocent and she’s never did a thing to you yet your terrorize her? How would she ever react if I tell her? ‘Oh you're fucking y/n? Okay that's fine u forgive you for the slut shaming and destroying my car yay!!’ is that what you think she'll do?” you argue.

“Well if they're the real friend you claim they are they wouldn't care! They'll be happy ur happy!!” he said back

“And Jj? The bruises he has on his back won't disappear the moment you come out hand in hand with me.” you say

“Why who you care what jj would think huh? I see you guys all up on eachother especially after today. What do you think that makes me feel? Seeing you all touchy touchy right in front of my eyes knowing I can’t do a thing about it!” He

“He wiped fucking sauce of my face Rafe.” You say

“I see the way he looks at you! He’s totally into you he’s like a 12 year old, practically drooling over you! Every time I come around you guys he steps in front of you, guarding you from me always with some time of body part on you. Every time I look back after I leave he’s giving you hugs or some bull shit.”

“Is this really about jj Rafe? He’s my bestfriend, brother even! We grew up together and hes seen and been physical with you of course he’s gonna get protective!” you say ruffling your hair

“Rafe are you jealous of him?”

“What? No, no he’s a pouge, he has nothing against me. I-I can practically buy him if I wanted too.” He said

“Screw them you're happy with me alright?” he said trying to change the subject.

“Rafe we aren't even-” you didn't even know what to say. Together? He sure acts like you can't sit by a guy especially at a party.

“What y/n? Official? Dating? Cause these past 3 months have been nothing but perfect for me!” Rafe said trying to make you feel bad.

“Thats the thing Rafe! I wake up in your bed then end the night talking shit with the pouges! Thats not normal, healthy! It's far from perfect can't you see that?” tears began to well up in both of your eyes. “You can't even call me your girlfriend.”

“We can never have a sweet date that doesn’t involve me ducking under a table or you hiding in the bathroom Rafe. We always have to have a small dinner or another movie marathon at Tammy hill, I just want at least a peaceful day at the park or the board walk.” you cry.

“Belive me y/n i want too, do you know how many girls never make it to tannyhill? Only the back seat or a trashy motel room.” he said

“Oh thanks for that image-” you say as your getting up from the bean bag

“Y/n stops that's not what I'm trying to say.” He huffs trying to collect his tears, grabbing your hands into his.

“The moment I first saw you, you were surfing with jj. It pissed me off that you were with him out of all people. but then my eyes landed back on you and all that anger went away. I wish I could explain it, how I feel. You're the only person I find tolerable in this world. When we first officially met on the golf course, the circumstances obviously could've been better” he said with a small laugh

“But you and me sitting in my truck, driving you home felt so, normal. Like it was meant to be. It felt like I've done it a million times even though I was so nervous. If you get what I'm trying to say y/n is that I like you. I want you in my life, as a friend, girlfriend or even the Bev cart girl. But I really hope you take the girlfriend title”

“Rafe….”

“Y/n these 3 months have meant everything to me and I hope for many more. Y/n will you be my girlfriend?

“But the pouges-”

“Screw them, this is about you and me princess” he said looking for something in your eyes.

And it was lust.

You smash your lips onto his, hands tangled into each other hair.

Rafe pulls you onto his lap letting his hands roam all over your body, slowly trying to get your shirt off.

As you began shifting on his lap to tease the poor kook, he starts sliding his hands underneath your shit cupping your breast.

“Let’s take this upstairs yeah?” Rafe offers in between kisses.

“Aren’t your parents up there.” You mumble with your lips still on his.

“Guess we just have to be quiet huh princess?” He says cupping your face, soon getting up.

As you guys walk out the screening room he picks you up bridal style causing fit of giggles.

Finally in his room he puts you on his bed towering over you once again starting a make out sesh.

—flashback—

Rafe and you were on the beach, walking along the sunset after you first date.

You guys went to an arcade in on the mainland so none one can spot you guys.

The date was fun, you never knew this side of Rafe or Rafe in general. The Rafe who let you win in air hockey, who helped you make baskets in basketball, the Rafe would spent all of his tickets on a stuff animal for you.

Everything the pouges describing him to be was far from this Rafe.

Did they have the right to say all those nasty things about him? Yes 100% but you never had it happen to you. The worst thing he’s ever done to you before this whole relationship happened was dirty looks, he never once said or did anything bad to you.

In a way you felt terrible, you were betraying your bestfriends. Yes you felt guilty, but boy were you in love. You hate to admit it, being in love let alone being in love with Rafe Cameron.

One kiss and you instantly metled.

The first being shared in the beach, where you and Rafe went after the ferry ride back.

It was a beautiful May sunset, the weather was finally warm enough for shorts on the beach. Obx winters felt way longer than anywhere els.

You were walking hand in hand with the stuffy you got. Rafe was sharing small stories of from his childhood.

“And so when Rose came out the bathroom she had hot pink hair and very orange skin! She looked like one of those troll dolls from the 90s.” He said laughing.

You guys then sat in a rock, in the between the long grass and daisys sprouted around.

“I remember this one time I manage to actually pull of a prank on jj” you laughs to yourself recalling the memories, Rafe tensing at the boys name but you never noticed.

“I blew up a shit ton of ballon’s and cut open a mattress and replace the insides with ballon’s and I also did it too his pillow. So I know jj jumps onto the bed everytime so the night when he went to sleep I was in the living room and we all heard the big pops and a uncanny high pitched scream from jj.” You say completely losing it.

“Oh so you’re one tough cookie huh?” He said playfuly while you trying to collecting yourself.

“Honestly I didn’t think it would work” you say looking at him.

You guys sat on the rock, waves crashing and the sunset creating the perfect warm atmosphere.

Rafe look down to your lips, you looking at his. His eyes looked into yours asking for permission without saying a word, you nodded and he started to move in closer.

You connected your lips with his.

The kiss sent electric waves downs your spine. Nothing els really matter, everything that once clouded your mind just melted away as you melted into him.

The taste of mint and lemonade.

The kiss was semi short, you both didn’t wanna part but the look in yours eyes made it seem worth it. Rafe swore he could’ve seen stars in yours eyes.

That was the first kiss of many.

Who knew mint could be such a sweet flavor.

— end of flashback—

You’re clothes are fully off, Rafes on top sliding two fingers in and out of you

“Taking my fingers so good Baby” he teased.

His favorite thing has to be fingering because he can’t get over how pathetic it is that you are clenching over practically nothing.

“More Rafe” you can barely get out. now with 4 fingers in.

Rafes pumping back and forth, lips on your breast sending chills down your spine.

As you get tighter and tighter Rafe takes note that you’re about to finish so he picks up his face and tugging on your nips to get you there quicker.

You let out whimpers trying to hold in your moans.

“Such a good girl.”

As you finally reach the first orgasam for the night you quickly grab Rafes free hand covering your mouth muffling the moan.

“Fuck Rafe” you say as he flips you guys over with you now on top.

You send trails of kissing down his body, grabbing his hard dick sliding your fingers over the tip.

“I’ll never get over how pretty you look like this” you say as you staring going up and down his dick looking him in the eye.

“You should see my angle babe” he soft chuckles, buckling his hips.

“Needy” you say putting the lip in your mouth.

You’re head going up and down, trying to take his length in one hole. Reaching the tip you swirling your tounge on it looking up up Rafe that has a smirk on it watching you.

Your hands cupping his balls as Rafe throws his head back.

“Mhmmm fuck y/n” Rafe placing a hand on top of your head slowing pushing down.

“I wanna hear you.” He said as your start gagging.

Deep and deeper you get him both turning you on even more.

You press your legs together as his breathing starts getting more intense.

Before Rafe can finish he pulls you off, yanking you on him before putting it in.

“Remember not too lound princess.” He starts lowering you into his cock. The tip so red its pulsing.

You start to slide down his dick, your body feeling like it’s the first time again.

The way he stretches you out making your brain go numb.

“Oh fuck-” you say as your barely on it.

“Come on princess you can take it, you’ve done it before” he said as he guides your hips.

You moan as you completely take him in. Your hips connect to his, you take a minute to let your body adjust.

Soon your start moving up and down

The feeling of your tight pussy making Rafes mind go haywire.

The slow pace wasn’t enough so Rafe starts bucking his hips into you trying to make you go faster and taking note you did.

Rafe watched as your tits bounced, his hand reaching for your nipples as he begins to twist them.

Your moans being made into whimpers

The feeling of Rafe pelvis hitting your clit makes you go faster, the way his tips perfectly hitting your g spot.

But his length makes is tiring.

“Rafe help.” You pled.

Rafe lifs you up by your waist as he begins pounding you himself.

“Love it when I fuck you huh baby?” He says as he pounds you.

You’re knees began to weak as the familiar sensation that overtakes your body.

The way Rafe easily slides in and out, him being inside you feeling so normal. Like his dick was meant for you. Always surprised how it’s able to fit.

As you grab one of his pillows to drown out the moan messing he’s leaving you in, the tighter you get the more fast he is.

“Rafe..” you gulp as your legs shake.

“I know baby, cum with him.” He grunts.

You free a hand and begging rubbing your clit in fast circular motions, throwing the pillow to the side.

You bit on your lips to hold in the moans so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if they were gonna be bruised later.

Soon enough you reach your climax, legs shaking and giving up on as aquejen on Rafe as he shoots his load in you.

Both in sweaty and hot you fall into him.

Nothing if your body’s conlasping on the king size matress bento you.

You roll off of him trying to catch your breath, with him doing the same with grunts in the middle.

You look at him admiring the high he gave you before he also turns to look at you.

You let out a little giggle before he pulls you in laying together.

“Are you still jealous of jj now?.”

“Oh shut it.”

-time skip-

You wake up in the king size bed if Rafe, the sheets smelling like him.

As you turn to reach for the boy you're met with nothing.

You began to grab your phone, as you reach for it there's a note

Ran out for breakfast princess, your clothes are in the dresser.

You turn to look around a spot a brand new dresser you've never seen before. How the hell did you miss that.

Hope you like it, it has a built in jewelry storage :)

Damn you Rafe. Time like these you wished your friends saw.

You get up and throw a shirt on that you found on the floor.

You open up the drawers you see he organizated it himself. On the top is your undergarments, then tops, bottoms and PJs (the clothes you took from him)

You grab a pair of clothes which included a new Victoria secret set and head to take a shower.

As you stand under the waterfall showerhead, you can't help but what your friends are doing right now.

You grab the Redken shampoo Rafe bought and lather your hair. The only way you could afford it is if you bought it at tj maxx.

Soon you're out, you change and as you began brushing your teeth you get a text.

Rafe 🕶️: Hey just ran into Jj

Rafe 🕶️ : I think we should wait a little longer to break the news

You sigh.

You: Rafe what did you do.

Rafe 🕶️: lets just say he needs to think before he makes a comment on my girl.

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ──

I literally hate writing smut 👎

Sorry for the long awaited pt2

Please ignore any typos 💁

#rafe cameron #rafe smut #rafe outer banks #rafe fluff #jealous rafe #obx smut #obx netflix #drew starkey

[adore-laur]

GOLD RUSH: PART THREE

— part one | part two

——

Harry likes to think he knows you well. He wants to believe that no matter how much time has passed, he still understands you to your core. He knows your voice raises an octave when you try to hide exhilaration. He knows you shyly shrug one shoulder up to your cheek whenever you receive a compliment. He notices everything you do or don't do. It's evocative, but he holds onto it with his final frayed string of hope. 

What he doesn't know is how you would react to his unforeseen kiss. 

He's standing completely still in the doorway of his empty dressing room, seeing no signs of you or his daughter. There's no scribbled note left on the table. No conversation was passed off to him from a crew member about where you went. No stray belongings of yours were accidentally left behind. 

You're gone, having left without a trace, and the last thing he did was kiss you like an idiot. He ruined everything like he always does, never thinking rationally when he's around you. Your presence consumes him until it suffocates his lungs like the sweetest smoke. You've been clouding his judgment since the day he met you. 

Harry had told everyone not to follow him after he finished the show so he could talk with you about what happened, yet now it's just him and his regret casting long shadows into the room. His skin becomes prickly and uncomfortable as he cautiously steps forward and blindly closes the door behind him. Once the outside noise is drowned out, his chest starts heaving, but it's not from the exhaustion of performing. 

It's from sheer panic. 

He can't breathe. The room spins around him, and his throat begins to tighten like a poisonous rope is being tied around his neck. A shaky hand reaches up to rub at his aching heart. His legs feel numb, and there's no way he'll be able to make it back to the tour bus without collapsing. 

Harry fumbles with the lock on the door and then stumbles into the bathroom, holding onto the walls as they cave in on him. He flicks the light switch, causing white fluorescence to brighten his surroundings. He grips the edge of the sink to steady himself. A dreadful anxiety rolls around in his stomach, making him nauseous. He turns the faucet handle and splashes his face with ice-cold water. While scrubbing his overheated skin, he has to do a double take when he sees a glimmering object in his peripheral vision. 

It's... his wedding ring. 

A wretched sob escapes his mouth as he crouches into a vulnerable position, pressing his forehead onto the sink's edge and letting out sounds of pure agony. He ruined the chance of becoming a family again. He scared you off and set back any progress he made with you by miles. He's going to fall down a dark hole again after he spent ages trying to crawl out of it. He lost you again.

That's when his knuckles start pounding the counter's surface repeatedly until he can't feel his right hand anymore. He inflicts self-torture until his skin is bruised and bloody, maybe even broken, his pain staining the marble and the white silk of his trousers a crimson red. His cries as he does so sound like those of a child trying to catch a single breath, wheezy and helpless.

There's no remedy for this type of heartbreak. It feels almost worse than the divorce. The love was clearly fading at the time, and he was expecting the demise to come knocking on his door eventually. It still hit him like a ton of bricks, but his petty anger toward you softened the blow, even though his anger was simply a mask for his hurt. 

Now, his current anger is nothing but desperation of just wanting to be loved by you. 

Once his cries have subsided to occasional hiccups, he clumsily removes his phone from his pocket and unlocks it. He finds your contact, presses the call button, and then sets his phone on the floor. A long beep sounds before it goes straight to voicemail. 

"No," Harry chokes out. "No, no, no. Please don't do this to me." 

A robotic voice tells him to leave a message after the tone. He weakly inhales and picks up his phone, holding it against his ruptured heart. 

"Baby." His voice thickly trembles and he's too shattered to notice the slip. "Please listen to me. I'm s-sorry for kissing you, okay? I didn't mean to. I wasn't thinking properly." He sniffles and palms his teary eyes like a kid. "Fuck, don't leave me. Why did you leave me? Just tell me where you are, and I'll f-fix this, I swear. Tell me you're safe and with our daughter. I love you." 

He manages to press the button to end his message. His throat is raw, and he can barely breathe through his nose, the tears still falling down his neck. He's surprised no one has gone to check on him, but he supposes the seriousness with which he told everyone to leave him alone is the reasoning behind it. 

Shakily standing, Harry regards his reflection in the mirror and feels another wave of nausea pass through him. He's seeing himself in double vision, the blotchy complexion of his cheeks and the swollen puffiness of his eyes staring straight back at him. There used to be a time when he looked this unrecognizable every day. When the divorce had been finalized, he vividly remembers being skin and bones with pale skin and lifeless eyes. The deep depression he succumbed to was one he thought he'd never come out of, but somehow, he did. 

He did it for you. He did it for his daughter. 

His phone suddenly dings and vibrates twice, making his heart leap out of his chest. He hastily checks the screen as it lights up with your text message. 

I'm at home. I called the babysitter because I needed some time to myself. 

He exhales a relieved breath and attempts to call you again. This time, you answer on the fourth ring. 

"Harry, please stop."

He ignores you because he's not letting you go without putting up a fight. "Let me come over. Please. I have to fix this."

He's ashamed that he didn't have this mindset a year ago, but he hopes you can give him the benefit of the doubt. This is him trying. 

"I want to be alone right now. Can you respect that?" 

Harry feels dizzy. "My hand... I think I broke my hand." 

"What?!" you exclaim. 

"My hand hurts." He's clawing for any emotional reaction from you. "Is there gauze at the house?" 

"Harry, what did you do? You broke your hand? How in the world did you do that?"

"Dunno," he mumbles. "I need help." 

"Aren't there medics at the venue? Go get them." 

He gulps and tilts his head back. "But I need you. Need you to fix it for me." 

"No, I'm not... I- I can't just be around you after what happened." 

"Okay," he says quietly, licking his chapped lips. He won't push someone he could lose again in an instant. "Okay, that's fine." 

The silence that ensues is so loud. Harry can hear the blood rushing in his ears and every subtle movement he makes. He hates to make you worry, but if it's the only way he'll be able to see you, then he doesn't care that he broke his hand. 

"Are you bleeding?" you ask timidly. 

Harry weakly smiles for some reason. "Yeah. It's getting all over my outfit." 

You sigh and say, "Don't make me do this." 

"Do what, love?" 

He hears a noise get caught in your throat. "Let you come over. Just tell me to hang up and go to sleep." 

"I can't." He won't. 

The clock ticks on the opposite wall. The faucet still runs. A trail of blood drips down his wrist. 

"I'll send you the address."

Harry's face screws up as he tries not to cry from your solace. He nods even though you can't see him, every tense muscle in his body alleviating. The blood stains are worth it after knowing you didn't run away from him for good. 

"Thank you," he whispers in one breath. 

He knows your address by heart but doesn't need to tell you that.

——

The knock on your front door could have been easily prevented. If you had just said no and possessed a single ounce of dignity, you wouldn't have let Harry break down your walls so effortlessly. 

Yet the voicemail he left broke those walls into a million little pieces. The torment in every syllable he spoke, the way he called you baby after so long, and hearing his pained voice tell you he loved you are all what made you pick up the phone when he rang for the second time. To leave him in a state of panic is the last thing you'd want. You've done it before, and it would kill you to see it happen again. 

You hesitantly unlock the deadbolt and open the door, coming face-to-face with Harry's tall figure. The first thing you focus on is his apparent broken hand, which is lazily wrapped in an ice pack. Then, it's the cable knit sweater he wears under his long black coat, seemingly dressed for winter despite humidity lingering in the air. He looks exhausted with his slouched posture and raw-bitten lips. 

You want to hold him. Kiss his sadness away. Bring the gleaming light back to his beautiful eyes. 

"I forgot how chilly it gets here at night," Harry greets with a scratchy voice that you know is from crying. "I, uh, also brought some leftover macaroni and cheese from the catering room. Didn't know if you'd be hungry." 

You peer at the aluminum pan in his uninjured hand. "I have food here." 

"I know, but... it's macaroni." He clears his throat and holds the dish up. "It's really good." 

His endearing personality has always been dangerous. You can't let it soften your heart. 

"I'm not hungry right now, but thank you." You take the dish from him, feeling the quick brush of his hand. "Come in. I already have the gauze and rubbing alcohol set out." 

It's always strange whenever he's in the house you once shared with him. He's never gotten far past the kitchen since the divorce. You lead him to the couch, where the supplies are spread out on the coffee table. You set the dish down and sit next to him, your thighs nearly touching his as you pick up the rubbing alcohol and washcloth. 

"How did this happen?" you ask worriedly, pouring a splash of the potent liquid onto the fabric. 

Harry takes his coat off with a shrug. "I got a bit overwhelmed. It's not broken, by the way. Only sprained."

Guilt swells in your chest. Is it because of you? Your unannounced departure?

You take your time disinfecting and bandaging his scrapes and cuts, his bruised hand in yours. He doesn't say anything except for the occasional murmured swear from pain. After his hand is wrapped nicely, you watch him shift on the couch and pull something from his pocket. 

"I know you probably want me gone as soon as possible, so I'll just get straight to the point." He holds up his gold wedding band. "Do you know what this ring means?" 

Staring at what was once a symbol of commitment, you defeatedly whisper, "Obviously, Harry."

"But do you know why I kept mine?" he questions further. 

"All I know is that you shouldn't have," you reply, squeezing your eyes shut. It's an unfair jab, considering you shouldn't have kept yours either. 

"I wasn't going to just throw it away like it's worthless junk." 

"Good. It was expensive." 

"Stop." Harry turns his body toward yours and crosses his legs on the couch. "Just hear me out, okay?" 

You slowly nod and bring your knees to your chest. 

"I kept it because I still love you. And I don't expect you to sit here and accept that, but it's the truth. It's been the truth since we separated." 

You let out a sob and cover your face with your hands. How could he say that? How could he look at you and say that? Shaking your head, you reply, "You don't mean that. Don't say things you don't mean." 

He gently grabs your wrists and pulls your hands away. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to say it to you. No fuckin' idea." 

You blearily gaze at him and see that his eyes hold unwavering seriousness. "You love me?"

He nods as he wipes away your tears. "Always have. It never, ever went away." 

"Are- did you ever see someone else? Since our divorce?" The thought makes you sick, but you need to know if he opened his heart to another — if he really has loved you all this time.

"God, no," he says, tugging his sleeve over his hand to dry his waterline. "Even if I had, I'd only be looking for you in them." 

You scoot closer to him. "I haven't seen anyone either. No one really interests me except you." 

Harry tilts his head to the side and scrunches his nose. "What do you mean by that?" 

Taking a deep breath, you decide to admit your buried revelation. "It means that I still love you." 

All you hear is his staggered inhale. It's like the air ran out of his lungs, and circulation ceased as he closed his fist around his most important ring. 

It's painfully beautiful the way his body falls into yours, his hands clutching your shirt and his forehead pressed against your collarbone as he begins to cry. Sobs of relief dampen your skin, and you can't help but tightly wrap your arms around him and sway him like he did with you earlier. 

Harry sniffles and lets out a vulnerable whimper. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." 

You're not quite sure if he's apologizing for loving you or for the things he said that made you feel like he didn't. 

You run your fingers through his hair and say, "It's not your fault. It's neither of our faults. We needed to be apart. Otherwise, it would've been hell if we stayed together."

"It was hell either way." You just hold him, soaking up his tears the best you can. "I want" — he hiccups a cry — "I want to try again. I need to be with you. I love you so much. And I can't make it go away. I- I don't want it to go away. Please, baby—"

"I love you, Harry," you interrupt. You pick his head up and cradle his cheeks. "Do you hear me?" 

He melts into your touch. "But you don't need me." 

"I never said that." 

"It's true, though. You can't even look at me sometimes." 

You furrow your eyebrows. "Have you ever thought that maybe it's because I still love you? That you still make me so nervous, and I can't look into your eyes for too long before I lose my composure?" 

His watery eyes dance around your face. "You mean that?" 

"Anyone would be lucky to love you in the way that I do," you say, choking up from your own words. "I could never throw something like that away." 

"Then what do we do?" 

You know he's changed for the better in the past year. There's no need to worry about whether or not he'll be a good dad or partner. He has always been those things, but the stress of his job made the ugly side unfold. His priorities have clearly shifted if his showing up at your door at midnight with a sprained hand and macaroni and cheese is any indication.

"We take things slow," you say after contemplating. "Really, really slow. We have a daughter who goes through enough, and I don't want things to get worse before they get better. She's our top priority if we're going to do this." 

Harry nuzzles his nose into your hair. "Are we doing this? I need you to be all in." 

"I'm all in if you are." 

"Of course. I sprained my hand for you, didn't I?" 

You softly laugh and feel his chest rumble with laughter too. "When's your next show, by the way?" 

He grabs a tissue from the box on the coffee table and quickly blows his nose. "Day after tomorrow. I planned to spend another day with you guys before my flight." 

"We can have a family day together," you think aloud. "Maybe walk along the river or something." 

He smiles hopefully and nods, his curls rustling against your shirt. "Yes, please." 

The settlement sinks in. You'll try again with Harry, this time with a clearer outlook and abiding love. You're sure you'll tell him about the ring you kept someday. You'll tell him about all the times you wanted to call and ask him to come over just because you missed being around him. You'll tell him how proud you are of him for becoming a better man for you and your daughter, even while he was hurting. 

For now, you let his love cover your crumbled stone walls, a tender shield that never stopped growing. 

——

#harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst #harry styles x reader #harry styles au #harry styles #adore-laur #gold rush series

[cupid-styles]

getting stoned w bffrry omg!!!!

switched it up a lil but !!!! here you go :)

. . .

"Can you explain it to me again?"

Harry huffs out a breathy laugh and nods, gently taking the blue and green bong from Y/N's grasp. The stupid contraption looks effortlessly small in his large hands and it makes an involuntary pout appear on her face as he shows her, once more, how to hit the bong.

"I promise it's not as difficult as it seems," he says as he packs the weed into the bottom portion. "Just... whatever you do, don't blow out."

Y/N's face wrinkles. "Now all I'll be able to focus on is accidentally exhaling."

"You won't," he shakes his head as he pats around the carpeted floor, searching for his neon pink lighter. "You're a smart girl. It's not too different from that bubbler we smoked from at Lea's party a few months back."

Y/N shrugs. "Can you go first?"

Harry nods. For the entire duration of their friendship, Y/N's figured out one thing to be true about Harry: he makes everything seem effortless. It's annoying, really, how good he is at everything — bowling, mini golf, running, knitting. Every activity they've tried together, he's been impossibly excellent at it, even if it was his first time.

Another thing he's annoyingly good at?

Smoking weed.

She's not sure how he convinced her to smoke from the bong he keeps on the top of the dresser instead of their usual joint, but he's Harry, so of course she said yes. She watches intently as he easily maneuvers the different parts of the bong, inhaling the smoke, holding it, and exhaling it in one smooth pull. Her face remains in nervous rumple when he passes it to her.

"Here, I'll light it for you," he says, reading the anxious expression on her face. "I'll pull the piece for you, too. All you have to do is inhale, okay?"

She nods and swallows harshly before placing her lips at the mouthpiece. Harry glances up at her to make sure she's comfortable before he flicks the lighter, setting the bowl ablaze. He murmurs out a comforting "good", then pulls the stem before nodding curtly; a silent tell to inhale.

Y/N does and it's a lot less graceful than Harry made it seem. She breathes in too quickly so she immediately starts coughing with watery eyes. Instantly, he grabs his reusable water bottle from the nightstand and hands it to her, rubbing a soothing hand over her back.

"You're good, you did good," he says, though she's sure he's just lying to her at this point, "Atta girl, yeah?"

Once her wheezy coughs finally cease, she darts a poignant look his way.

"Never again." she mutters. "Roll me a joint."

Harry scrambles to grab his rolling papers and grinder.

#bestie asks #writing #bffrry

[slashingdisneypasta]

Villains through the Rainbow

I cant believe I did this for fun. This was painful XD 😅 So be free to use them as wallpapers or headers or whatever ^^

Made on BeFunky with kissthemgoodbye.net and Google (And more). CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY.

Below the cut are all the characters and movies and shows ^^

Red: Gaston (Beauty and The Beast, 1991), Pearl (Pearl, 2022), Professor Ratigan (The Great Mouse Detective, 1986), Captain Hook (Peter Pan, 2003), Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda 2, 2011), The Djinn (Wishmaster, 1999), Jafar (Aladdin, 1992), Otis B Driftwood (House of 1000 Corpses, 2003), Death (Puss N Boots; The Last Wish, 2022), Chucky / Charles Lee Ray (Seed of Chucky, 2004), Scar (The Lion King, 1994), and Erik Destler (The Phantom of the Opera, 1989).

Yellow: Percival C McLeach (The Rescuers Down Under, 1990), Mayor George W. Buckman (2001 Maniacs, 2005), Clayton (Tarzan, 1999), Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, 2003 + The Texas Chainsaw Massacre; The Beginning, 2006), Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls, 2012), Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses, 2003), Cruella De Vil (101 Dalmations, 1961), Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray (Childs Play, 1988), Commander Lyle Rourke (Atlantis; The Lost Empire, 2001), Kahmunrah (Night At The Museum; Battle of the Smithsonian, 2009), Hopper (A Bugs Life, 1998), and Gilderoy Lockheart (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, 2002).

Green: Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty, 1959), The Riddler (Fox Gotham, 2014), Scar (The Lion King, 1994), Leslie Vernon (Behind The Mask; Rise of Leslie Vernon, 2006), Chick Hicks (Cars, 2006), Freddy Krueger (Freddy Vs Jason, 2003), General Kai (Kung Fu Panda 3, 2016), Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice, 1988), Marvin the Martian (Space Jam, 1996), Oogie Boogie (A Nightmare Before Christmas, 1993), Greasy Weasel (Who Framed Roger Rabbit, 1988), and Lady Tremaine (Cinderella, 2015).

Blue: Wheezy Weasel (Who Framed Roger Rabbit, 1988), Michael Myers (Halloween, 1978), Hades (Hercules, 1997), Maleficent (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Prince John (Robin Hood, 1973), Pamela Voorhees (Friday the 13th, 1980), Tai Lung (Kung Fu Panda, 2008), Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing, 2014), Prince Hans of the Southern Isles (Frozen, 2013), Hades (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Shan Yu (Mulan, 1998), and Bo Sinclair (House of Wax, 2005).

Purple: Eris (Sinbad; Legend of the Seven Seas, 2003), Carrie White (Carrie, 1978), Jafar (Aladdin, 1992), Chop Top Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre II, 1986), Evil Queen Grimhilde (Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs, 1937), Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky, 1998), Dr Facilier (The Princess and the Frog, 2009), Jervis Tetch (Fox Gotham, 2014), Ursula (The Little Mermaid, 1989), Regina Mills (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Long John Silver (Treasure Planet, 2002), and Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body, 2009).

#Collage #Edits #Disney Villains #Disney Villains Collage #Horror Villains Collage #Villains Collage

[oxydiane]

harry and ron being the most underrated relationship in the entire franchise drives me up the fucking wall considering they are two main characters and their relationship is literally like half of the story? they love each other so much ron is literally the thing harry would miss most in the entire world we had a whole scene of dobby running around like CAN’T LET HARRY POTTER LOSE HIS WHEEZY!!! HIS WHEEZY !!!!!! they are literally best friends to lovers with that stage of growing up together where you don’t even realise you love love each other because this love has been the most natural and familiar thing forever? and they had their fair share of drama and squabbles too and ugh ron’s terrible fear of not being enough and being the least loved and harry not understanding that at all because to him ron has always been his number one? drives me up the fucking wall literally what the hell could you want more give them MOREEEEE

#it’s like 10 am i haven’t slept and i’m passed #pissed #i want a ronarry hanahaki au and found none #yall COWARDS #and then ppl go shopping harry w the bully ferret whatever when ron is right HEREEEEE #i enjoy reading drarry just as much as the next gay person who grew up with it taking over fandom as a whole but #come ON #get over it #harry potter #ron weasley #rant #harry potter rant #hp rant #harry james potter #ronarry #rarry #ron x harry

[weasleydailyprophet]

Steve Kloves : *tries to destroy Ron Weasley character* Harry, ready to hex Steve: NOT MY WHEEZY, YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!!

#Harry Potter #Ron Weasley #Rorry Brotp #Ronarry Brotp #Harry Potter Incorrect Quotes #Fuck Steve Kloves

[snakehouse-hisshiss]

When Dumbledore turns to Molly in the hospital wing and GoF and asks if he can count on her and Arthur and she responds of course he can, it’s just such an important moment I think worth dissecting.

Molly and Arthur, while obviously stand for everything opposite of Voldemort, did not fight in the first war. At least not with the Order and not in any overt ways that we know of. And yes you can say they were young and had children, but so did the Potters.

And I don’t say this to point out their flaws, but more to point out the importance of this moment. They’re supporters of Dumbledore and they hate Voldemort, but that unflinchingly, no hesitation response that yes Dumbledore can count on them in whatever is coming I think is a product of Harry. Their adoptive, eight son.

Molly didn’t blink when Dumbledore asked for their help because there was nothing to question. Harry said that Voldemort was back, so it was true. Dumbledore needed their help to protect their family and mankind, to protect Harry, done. Next question. Over Molly’s dead body would anyone hurt a hair on her children’s head.

And Bill, who barely even knows Harry, just knows him through the stories Ron and Fred and George and Ginny have told him about him, automatically steps in to help to. They don’t even have to think about it. I think this speaks to the Weasley’s amazing character but also to the role that Harry plays in their family. How important he is to all of them and how easily and readily they had accepted him into their own years ago. It speaks to how much they love Harry but also Ron. Because Ron is the one that brought Harry in and they trust Harry so much also because if Ron. Because they trust Ron wouldn’t be friends and care so much about a looney. Ron and the whole Weasley family’s life changed so radically that day he chose to sit in that train compartment and their love for each other just makes me so happy it overwhelms me.

#harry potter #harry loves his wheezy #ron weasley #hp post #random hp thoughts #goblet of fire #weasley family #weasleys are the best #as soon as ron became friends they were like ok got another one to watch out for #their love just overwhelms me

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Ahem. Inbox trick or treating (am I doing this right?) here’s a pumpkin cranberry artisan loaf I made for the occasion, Happy Halloween, friend!! (If you wanna write a reciprocal microfic about Drarry getting freaky with dough I’d not object 😘)

Well. I believe, by the laws of Halloween, because you have given me something good to eat, you are now entitled to smell my feet. Thank you for this bread porn.

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Pansexual in All the Wrong Ways

"Right, but what does it feel like?" Draco asked, peering down at Harry's laptop. Once again, he'd gotten into Harry's porn stash and was studying the straight videos. At least this time, he wasn't narrating it with his David Attenborough voice. He pinch-zoomed in on the massive cock half-buried in what was reportedly the man's step-sister. "I mean, it's got to feel different, right?"

It wasn't that Harry was shy about discussing his sexual history, or his attraction to female bodies. He just sucked at putting it into words.

"It's just... I dunno. Softer?" He tried to remember the exact feel of Ginny's arse in his hands. Or her breasts. "Kinda... doughy, I guess?"

Draco squinted at the screen. "Fascinating."

Harry thought about it too hard, got an erection, and Draco helped.

That weekend, Harry slept in until nearly noon. When he shuffled downstairs for coffee, Draco was puttering in the kitchen.

Well, not puttering. Oddly stationary, actually.

He looked over his shoulder at Harry, but didn't turn around or show his hands.

"You're up early," Draco said.

"Not really."

"Oh."

There was a long silence, and Draco didn't turn around.

"What're you making?" Harry asked.

"Uhm..." The back of Draco's neck was pink. "A mess, mostly."

"What are-" Harry came up beside him and stopped short.

Draco's hands were dough mitts. His dick had sticky bread dough glommed onto it. There was no small amount of it dried and cementing in his pubic hair.

"What the fuck are you-"

"And here we see," Draco said, in his wheezy old man Attenborough voice, "the young homosexual, in his habitat. The kitchen. He has tried, and failed, to mimic the males around him."

"Oh. My. God." Harry stared at him, at a loss.

"His curiosity, while natural, may be his downfall."

"I'm not eating that."

"And his mate, unimpressed by his offering, rejects him. So is the natural world, in all its brutality."

"Shut up. I'll make eggs."

And he did.

#happy halloween #dick or treat