#dark one direction

[harrysxcarolina]

Revenge - 02

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: swearing, a tad bit angst, mention of death/murder

"Get in the car," Styles says as he pushes me towards the passenger door. He starts to walk in front before quickly stopping to look at me when he realizes that I haven’t moved an inch. "I'm not going to tell you again, get in the damn car." His eyes were dark, barely visible against the dim alleyway.

My body stays rooted to the pavement and silence takes over us. I have no idea where this newfound confidence and stupidity came from, but my body is refusing to listen.

His body tenses at my refusal. "Either you willingly get in the bloody car or I'll force you. Either way, you're going to get in the car," He says as he clenches his fist and takes a step closer to me towering over me once again. This time I can not only feel the heat radiating off his body, but I can also feel his chest heaving up and down.

Slowly moving my eyes up his body to meet his dark ones only one thought crosses my mind. I do not want to get in the car or go anywhere with this man. I’m beyond scared and terrified for my life, but I stand firm.

"No," I manage to spit out, surprised at how calm and collected my voice sounded. I have to stand my ground, even though he could easily send a bullet right between my eyes, leaving me just as lifeless as the man behind me, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He takes another step closer to me, if that was even possible. Our bodies are basically one as he stares down at me. He clenches his fist so tight that I see his knuckles turn snow white. He swipes the tip of his tongue across his lips. His body posture is rigid and hard. Bending down so his face is right in front of mine. He seethes through his clenched teeth, "It's not a fucking option. Get in the bloody fucking car."

I stare into his dark, cold eyes. "I said no." He takes a deep breath before running his fingers through his untamed, curly hair. He turns quickly to face the dead man. Before I know what was happening, he turns around grabbing me and drags me over to the dead body in front of us.

"Do you want to end up like him?! Do you want to end up with a bullet through your fucking head all because you won’t follow simple instructions?!" He forces me to really look at the lifeless man on the ground. My heartbeat pounds in my ears as I feel my face drain of blood. I suddenly feel my lungs constricting against my chest as I try to fight the panic inside me.

I can’t seem to tear my gaze away from the scrawny man's body. Tears pool in my eyes and my body begin to tremble as his grip gets tighter. "I asked you a question. Do you want to have the same fate as him?" He asked as he yanks me closer to him. My back smacks into his front causing me to slightly lose my balance as I shake my head no. Tears pour down my cheeks like waterfalls.

"Then I suggest you get in the car and quit being stubborn.” He pushed me towards the sleek black Mercedes once again. He loosens his grip on my upper arm as we walk back. "Don’t even think about running. I will catch you." He walks to the driver's side and opens the door. He climbs in and I unwillingly copy his actions and slowly climb into the passenger side.

Locking the car doors and turning on the engine, he pulls out. My fingers turn to ice as reality really sets in that I may not live through tonight. "It's me again. I need to speak with Robin," He grumbles as he whips the car into the road and tightens his hand around the steering wheel. His deep voice startles me. My body is jerks around as he speeds down the open and empty road. "I don't give a fuck if he is in a fucking meeting. Tell him that it is urgent, and I need to speak with him right this bloody second." He shouts as he completely ignores the red lights in front of him and drives right through them.

Gripping onto the door handle I try to calm down my breathing, but all I seem to be able to do is stare at the man who just committed cold-blooded murder. My mind is racing and my body shakes in fear.

Who did he call before he saw me? How is he going to cover up the fact that a man is dead in the back alleyway of the book store I work at? What is he going to do with me? Surely I'm going to be dead soon. I’ve never heard of anyone else getting let go after witnessing someone murder someone else. Most importantly, who is Robin?

"Robin, it's Styles." He pauses as he whips the car left without even looking for oncoming traffic. Maybe he's trying to kill me via car accident so that way he doesn't have another murder on his hands. Surely he can make something up about the car rolling me to my death. That is if he doesn't flee the scene first. I mentally roll my eyes at the thought. "Yes, the job is done. I made sure he won't be an issue anymore for you." Silence fills the car for a moment. His eyes squint and his hands grip the steering wheel even tighter, "Because we have another issue on our hands." His gaze moves to me, his eyes are dark. His face flashes with unreadable emotion before turning stone and moving his gaze to the road in front of us. "I understand. I will be there in five." Without another word, he hangs up the phone.

"Wh-where are you taking me?" I stutter as I try to compose myself. He doesn't answer. Instead, he just keeps his eyes on the road and continues to increase the speed of the car.

"You know you aren't going to get away with this. You can't just kill an innocent man and then kidnap someone. I have people who will come looking for me, ya know." My voice rises as I start to really realize what is going on.

A soft chuckle is the only thing that leaves his lips. Another sharp turn right and I'm thrown back into the seat as he goes even faster than I could have imagined. "What do you find so funny? You aren't going to get away with this. Gloria has cameras all around the building. They have you on tape not only murdering that man but forcing me in your car."

"I for one think it's funny how you think that low life was innocent. I don't kill innocent people. Secondly, how you think I am stupid enough to believe you when you say that there are cameras in that god-awful alleyway. Do you think that I would be that naïve and gullible to believe that bullshit lie about Gloria having cameras up in the alleyway when that bookstore is barely making ends meet? You think that I didn't have every single detail worked out for tonight's events." Styles sneered as he came to a sudden stop.

"Clearly you didn't think of everything as I am an issue for your little plan," I state as I roll my eyes and stare him down.

"You don't know who I am and why I do the things I do. I advise that you rethink your smart-mouth responses before you have me do something that you will regret." He spits before quickly getting out of the car. He walks over to my side and opens the door. "Get out. If you know what is good for you, don't speak a word. You're giving me a damn headache with all your chit-chat."

He grabs my arm and leads me to a dark walkway. Glancing around at my surroundings, it's hard to tell where It’s pitch blackout. All I can tell is that there is a narrow walkway that leads to a white door. Dear god. Deep breaths, Raeelynn. We get to the white door and he quickly types in a code I don’t quite catch. That's when it hits me.

"Wait! In the car, you said that you only kill things that are not innocent. I didn't do shit. I was an innocent bystander. "Panic starts to set in. I realize something far worse than death waits for me on the other side. "If you don't plan on killing me then what do you plan on doing with me?" I ask pulling back on his grip. He drags me through the open doorway against my will. I fight against him. His grip tightens, but I don’t stop. I fight for my life.

"I never said I was going to be the one to kill you," He growls in my ear as he drags me further into the unknown building. Silence drapes over us and I force myself to accept the inevitable. I am going to die.

"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up to the party." The voice belonged to a tall, quite slender, but very attractive, male. He pushes off the wall that he was leaning on as he eyes the both of us up and down; more so me than my kidnapper. "And who do we have here? Someone who clearly shouldn't be here. Were the directions not clear enough for you, Styles?" He gloats as he begins to circle around us. He squints. His eyes are dark as coal. He traces his lips with his fingertips and a chuckle escapes.

"Oh for fucks sake Malik, shut up. Where's Robin?" Styles asked, his voice booming with annoyance. His body goes rigid and he slightly pulls me closer to him. "He's about to leave for a run. Probably to clean up the mess that you just made. Not only for yourself, but the whole damn pack." The raven-haired boy spits as he stops right beside me. I can feel his chest moving up and down as he takes multiple breaths.

"Back the fuck up before I make another mess, and this time I'll make sure the pack can't identify which body part belongs where,” He yanks me back and gets in between me and Malik.

"Why are you getting so defensive, Harry? You're the one who brought her back here. You know Robin won't approve of this. You know his rules. It doesn't matter who they are. The end game is always the same. It's only a matter of time before Robin and everyone else find out the truth." An evil smirk plays across his face. Truth?

"Don't make me repeat myself, Zayn. I swear I will gut you like a fish and I will enjoy every second of it. Don't test me." Harry takes another step closer to Zayn, towering over him. My spine tingles as the nauseous feeling works its way through my body. I don't know what comes over me, but I grip onto Harry tighter. I shield my body with his as Zayn's stare never leaves mine. There’s a sense of protection radiating off Harry as he grips my arm tighter. Not enough to hurt me, just enough to let my delusional mind convince me that he won't let this Zayn guy hurt me. Almost like Harry and I are connected in some emotional, sensual way. Which is hard considering I just witnessed him kill a man. There is also the whole kidnapping part.

"Alright, enough with the pissing contest, mates. C'mon, Harry. We both know you aren't going to do anything under the circumstances," A gentle voice echoes through the empty room. We turn towards the direction it came from. Neither Harry nor Zayn budges from their standoff stance. Harry has an inch or two on Zayn. He might be able to get a few good hits in, but Zayn seems like someone who fights dirty.

"Malik, you're needed at the docks. Both Tommo and Payne are down there waiting on you," The voice says, but this time he is much closer. Finally stepping into the light is a pale, blonde haired cutie. His eyes are soft and his smile radiates throughout his entire face. With a huff, Zayn spins on his heel and makes his way across the room and through the door that's on the opposite side of the room. The blonde glances at us before he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"C'mon, lad. We don't have much time before they come back so ye better make it quick." His thick Irish accent rings through the empty room. Harry redirects me and pulls me in the direction of where the Irish man is standing. "Keep 'em busy for as long as you can, Horan," Harry sighs as we walk past him. We come to a sudden stop as Horan wraps a hand around Harry’s elbow.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about since I'm getting dragged into it? He's going to find out, and when he does, he will have both of our heads, mate," Horan says, causing Harry to straighten up in his stance and look down at him. His tenses again and his fingers tighten around my arm. I silently wince. Well, that is going to bruise.

"I already explained this to you. I can't tell you any more. I gave you an out and you chose to stay," Harry pauses for a second. A chuckle leaves his lips, "And please let him try and lay a hand on me. I'm not afraid to repeat history." He shoots a quick glance down at me before returning to the blonde Irishman. “I need to deliver the package. Either you help me or I will do this on my own. We both know that I don’t need your help, nor did I ask for it.”

Horan doesn’t bat an eye before he lifts his hand up towards Harry, “thick and thin, mate. Thick and thin.” His Irish accent runs deep as Harry lifts his hand to fist bump him.

“Thick and thin,” Harry whispers back before he quickly grips my arm and leads me through yet another door.

Harry leads me down a small hallway before stopping and pushing me against the wall. His arms on either side of my head blocking me in, and his eyes trace over my face. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. The silence feels suffocating.

“Please just let me go. I swear I won’t-” He slams his hand down beside my head. I fight back my tears. I can not show weakness.

“Stay here. Don’t move or make a peep. Got it?” He whispers as he adjusts the curls that have fallen into his eyes. He looks at me once more before sidestepping around me and makes his way a few feet down the hall, and disappearing into a room.

My heart races, starting its own chorus against my chest. My eyes wander the hall. There are two possibilities. One, I find a way to slip off and get as far away from here as I can. Or two, I make the dumbass choice to run and end up getting caught. Then my fate is settled. Death. Looking towards where Harry disappeared and then at the door he led me through, my mind made the easy decision.

Taking a step away from the wall, I turn on my heel and make my way back down the small hall in the direction we came from. The house looks huge on the outside, but the inside is a completely different story. Huge doesn’t even begin to describe it. Tiptoeing further down the hall in hopes that no one catches me, I pass the door we entered in. There's a small window in the middle of the door showing the dark garage. I see the blondie leaning against one of the tinted cars running his fingers through his locks as he looks down at his shoes. A very small sliver of hope radiates itself through my body that maybe I can find my way out of here.

Slipping past the door, I make my way deeper into the house, and find myself in a small room that is surrounded by old-fashioned leather furniture. The worn-out leather is slightly faded and you can see the wear and tear on the fabric. It’s surrounded in warm tones, mostly red and mahogany, filling the room as the bookshelves are filled from floor to ceiling, making the room seem bigger than what it is. There is a small desk lamp sitting on an old, wooden desk. It shows the room in a dim yellow light. Moving around the furniture, I quickly make my way through in hopes this room will lead to an exit.

I am met with another hallway; longer than the first. There are two doors on opposite sides of where I stand. The end of the hallway is nothing but darkness and I am worried that if I venture off that way, I will be met with a dead end. Perhaps there is no other way out than the way we came in? The thought alone fills me with dread. I am faced yet again with a decision I have to make. Left or right? Which door will lead to my freedom? Logically, it’s a 50/50 shot, but I don’t have time for mistakes. Grabbing the door handle on the right, I quickly turn the handle and swing open the door. My eyes scan the room in relief. I have never been so happy in my life to see a bathroom than I am right now. Right along the wall is a window. Taking a deep breath, I let the relief wash over me for a split second. I rush over to the window and my fingers fumble with the lock on the top. I quietly push the window up and step up on the toilet seat.

I work my way through the window and I can almost taste freedom. Swinging my leg out and across the window seel, I brace my hands against the sides of the window frame, willing myself to jump. Before I can make the decision, there is a firm tug on my ankle. Glancing over my shoulder, all the blood drains from my face. My heart feels like it stops beating altogether.

“Blondie,” I whisper. The taste of freedom fades away into the darkness of the night. Horan’s eyes nor hand leaves my body. Neither one of us dare to say a word as time seems to have come to a complete stop. Tears swell up in my eyes. Quickly wiping them away and adjusting myself on the ledge, I look outside. The moon is high in the sky and a dark orange. It lights up the entire backside of the house. The sound of water seems to be right behind me.

“I don’t know you, nor do I know what Harry’s fascination is with you. But what I do know, is that if you continue to try to go down this path, it will only end up in a world of hurt,” Blondie whispers as his grip on my ankle loosens but just barely. Chuckling to myself, I brush a piece of fallen hair behind my ear.

“You have no idea what my world is. You have no idea what happened tonight. The fact that I was simply at work, and witnessed a murder-” I huff, “fascination? You’re kidding me, right? He killed someone. He shot someone and their blood soaked into my shoes. I was- I was kidnapped and now I’m facing the same fate as that poor man in the alleyway. So, I will continue to go down whatever path I choose because, no matter what happens, I will end up with the shitty end of the stick. Not you, and especially not that bastard, will stop me from fighting ‘til the very last breath I breathe,” I spit, staring down at him before quickly lifting my leg and forcefully kicking him off of me.

Blondie fumbles backward as he tries to keep himself from falling. Taking my chance, I let myself fall backward out of the window. My back smacks the cold hard ground, knocking the wind out of me. I hear an Irish accent ring out from the window above.

“Bloody fucking hell,” Blondie yells as he stares down at me. He starts to push himself through the small opening.

“Shit,” I groan as I force myself up off the ground. I beg my legs to run faster. I don’t look back this time as I let the moonlight guide me to my escape.

[s-aint-elmo]

part 2 of my pining falin agenda aka I STAND WITH MARCILLE THAT DRESS WAS CUNT

part 1

(ID in alt text)

[akanemnon]

That's two jailbreaks in one day!

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[harrywavycurly]

Lasagna Casserole: A Harry Styles AU One Shot✨

Masterlist: Here

Pairing: Killer!Harry x Wife!Reader

TW: Harry is a serial killer(yeah you read that correctly), mentions of blood, handling of a body after death.

A/N: This is random as hell and honestly it’s not even that dark minus the fact Harry does kill people BUT you’ll never really see how, but I get it if this isn’t your thing. I just had to get it out of my brain to make room for other stuff.

Summary: You call your husband Harry while he’s working because you don’t know what to bring to your company potluck, enjoy you having no clue what your man really does for work and Harry not hesitating to answer your call no matter how busy he is✨

“Really?” Harry shoots his coworker and longtime friend Mitch a glare as he spots his long brown hair falling around his face as the two of them look at the body in the trunk of a rental car. “You don’t have a hair tie? You’re going to leave hair follicles all over the body and we aren’t exactly supposed to even know who the fuck this man is.” He snaps making Mitch let out a huff as he pulls out a scrunchie from his back pocket so he can quickly put his hair in a low bun.

“Hair follicles? You’ve been watching that show again haven’t you?” Mitch asks as he grabs his bag from the trunk and slings the strap over his shoulder.

“It’s called forensic files and it’s a good show.” Harry says with a shrug as he grabs his duffle bag before closing the trunk. “You could learn a thing or two actually because did you know they can get DNA from inside someone’s teeth? Like not just dental records and all that. Like if you don’t do a proper job at pulling them out they can somehow get like the pulp or some-”

“Are you saying I don’t do a good job?” Mitch tilts his head to the side as he looks at Harry who just shakes his head and reaches over and gives his friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“You kidding? You’re an artist with a pair of pliers in your hand.” Harry watches as a small smile appears on his face as the two of them begin making their way towards a familiar section of woods near the end of the deserted parking lot. “But the show teaches you a lot of weird mistakes other people have made like really you’d be shocked at some of the odd shit people do when killing someone.” This makes Mitch raise an eyebrow as he digs around in his bag for a flashlight, he pushes the on button to make sure it works and nods in approval to himself when it turns on without any issue.

“Like what?” He asks as he turns the flashlight off before handing it to Harry who puts it in his duffle bag, Mitch is always in charge of making sure the two of them have their kits properly stocked for after the job is done. While Harry is more so in charge of making sure they have everything they could possibly need to get the job done however the two of them see fit, it always depends on their mood and who the person is as to how they go about handling it but both of them usually prefer to be as clean and quick as possible.

“Biting.” Harry states as he grabs the gloves Mitch hands to him, he catches the look of disgust flash across his friend’s face and he just nods in agreement. “Yeah I know. It’s like a thing though apparently? It’s been a major factor on a few episodes on how the killers get caught because they leave their bite marks on their victims.” He explains as he slips the gloves into his front pocket so he’ll be able to reach them quicker a little later on when it comes time to take the man out of the trunk.

“Fucking weirdos.” Mitch mumbles as he leads the way down to the trail the two of them have used quite a few times since they found it over a year ago.

“Another thing is footwear.” Harry says with a huff as he adjusts his duffle bag on his shoulder. “The things these people can do to trace your shoes back to you is a little concerning but also very neat.” Mitch lets out a chuckle as Harry continues to talk about the odd things that could potentially get a murderer caught.

“Do I need different shoes?” Mitch asks as they begin to get a little deeper into the woods using the trail.

“No your shoes are fine but just know they can be traced back to you.”

“Like to me specifically or just to where I bought them?”

“To you. I watched them go from making an impression of someone’s shoe to them finding the store and from there finding the owner of the damn shoe.”

“Jesus. Well I can’t just be out here barefoot.”

“Well no shit.”

“So what should I do Mr. Forensic Files?”

“I’m not saying you need to do anything just be aware-” Harry stops his rant making Mitch turn and look at him and that’s when he notices Harry has also stopped walking, Mitch opens his mouth to say something but Harry is quick to hold a finger up as he grabs his phone out of his back pocket allowing the faint buzzing sound to be heard since Harry was smart enough to turn the ringer off but made sure he’d still know if you called or texted him. A smile takes over his face when he sees your name flashing on the screen, Mitch rolls his eyes as he watches Harry slide his thumb across the screen so he can answer the call.

“Hey baby.” Harry says sweetly into the phone as he gives Mitch a look that tells him to continue walking, Harry hears you let out a sigh of relief as the two of them continue down the unused bike trail just outside the cities largest cemetery, it’s a rather nice trail but Harry understands why it’s untouched seeing as not many people enjoy an afternoon or evening ride so close to a few hundred people’s final resting place.

“Oh thank god you answered.” Your voice is full of panic as you run a hand through your hair while standing in the middle of your kitchen.

“S’everything alright love?” He asks as Mitch walks a bit ahead of him so he can start the process of finding where exactly the man they just took care of is going to go and if he’s going to need to dig multiple holes or not. “What’s got you all worked up?” Harry adjusts the strap of his duffle bag on his shoulder as he hears the sound of pages being turned quite harshly and quickly so he can only assume you’re in the kitchen because when he looks down at his watch on his right hand it’s not even half past five so there’s no way you’re already in bed reading your romance novel you keep tucked away in your nightstand.

Now Harry wouldn’t say he knows exactly what you’re doing at every hour of the day but he would say he has a faint idea of what you could possibly be up to, but he blames that on his job because he can’t exactly not know your whereabouts when he’s out dealing with people in an unsavory way. He needs to at least have a roundabout time frame of when you’re going to be gone at work, or off to the shops with the girls or his favorite is when you go off with his mom and sister for the day because that means he doesn’t have to rush or be worried he will run into you while discarding a body in the woods or a nearby park. The one thing Harry prides himself on is that he won’t ever have to worry about coming home covered in someone else’s blood and scaring the absolute daylights out of you. Since meeting you he refuses to ever even give you the opportunity to accidentally see anything you shouldn’t so he always just showers and takes care of his dirty clothes at a hotel and a dry cleaners he’s been using for years that if you slide them extra cash don’t ask questions about all the odd red stains on his dress shirts.

“I don’t know what to make for my work’s potluck tomorrow and I’m just a bit panicked because you know Regina is going to make those brownies that everyone dies for and I just-I want to make something good.” The words leave your mouth in a rush but Harry is used to your rants, having been married to you for three years but dated you for two before hand, he’s no stranger to you putting these sort of things off till the last minute then getting yourself worked up and stressed over it until you finally cave and ask him for help because that’s the other thing, you won’t ask him for help until you absolutely need to.

Harry looks at Mitch who is eyeing a decent sized area of land that Harry knows for a fact neither of them have hidden anyone else in, so when Mitch looks over at Harry with a raised brow he just holds a finger up making the long haired man let out a sigh as he places his hands on his hips. The thing is Mitch can’t even really get that annoyed with Harry in this situation because he knows how much the man truly loves and adores his wife, he’s seen him put a pause on slicing someone’s throat once just because you called and then there was the time Harry nearly set the whole house on fire instead of just the man’s car they had just paid a visit to because he was distracted by your multiple drunk texts during a girls night out back when the two of you were just dating and wasn’t looking where the lighter fluid was spilling before he lit the match. So this isn’t anything new to Mitch, standing aside and letting Harry take a few minutes to talk to you during a work night, he knows you have no clue what you’re even calling in the middle of and honestly sometimes both men need the distraction of your randomly timed calls or texts.

“Tell me your options baby and I’ll help you pick the one I think your coworkers will like the most.” Harry quickly takes the phone away from his ear and hits the mute button before he hits the speaker button so he will be able to hear you but you won’t be able to hear him. “Think he’ll fit in this spot in one piece?” Harry asks making Mitch take a harder look at the area before looking back at Harry.

“Yeah he’s a small dude he’ll fit here just fine.” Mitch answers making Harry smile because he hates cutting people up it’s way too bloody for his taste and he just got these boots as a random gift from you a few days ago and he’d hate to get them bloodied so soon because Mitch does a lot of things but dismemberment has always been a hard no for him leaving the task to Harry.

“I can do lasagna casserole? Or tuna casserole? People love a good tuna casserole.” Your voice brings Harry’s attention back to you as Mitch drops his bag down and opens it up so he can look for his shovel. Harry unmutes you and puts you off speaker as he brings the phone back up to his ear.

“There’s no such thing as a good tuna casserole my love.” Harry laughs when he hears you let out a scoff and he can practically picture you with your hand on your chest making a dramatic face as if he just insulted you in the worst way imaginable.

“I must’ve called the wrong number because my husband loves my tuna casserole. He’s told me so on several occasions.” You move the hand that was clutching your chest down to your hip as you try to hold back a laugh because you know very well that Harry tells you he loves everything you cook, even when the bottom of the pie is burnt or the rice is overdone he looks at you with a warm smile and tells you how delicious it is.

“I think it’s more so that your husband just loves you sweetheart. That’s all.” He explains making you smile against the phone.

“You really don’t like my tuna casserole?” Your voice is softer now and Harry feels a twinge of guilt hit his chest but he just brushes it off because the truth is always best, or at least in situations like these.

“I’m sorry baby but it’s not my favorite.” He figures avoiding telling you the words he doesn’t like it will help you not be too upset because the last thing he wants to do right now if make you upset when he’s currently in the middle of the woods near a cemetery with his bestfriend digging a grave for a man they have in a trunk of a car. “But the lasagna casserole sounds lovely.” He quickly adds as he drops his duffle bag next to Mitch’s and looks down at the watch on his wrist so he can try to give you a decent estimate on when he’ll be home when you ask, because he knows you’re going to ask eventually.

“Yeah? I’m not sure. I’ve made something similar once and Todd told me it was bland and a bit dry but he just-”

“Todd? Who’s that sweetheart? Haven’t mentioned him before is he new?” Mitch quirks a brow at Harry’s questions because he knows that tone. It’s the one Harry uses when he is trying to cover up the anger that’s starting to simmer deep down inside of him but Mitch just doesn’t understand what would make the man angry over a discussion about casseroles for a company potluck.

“He started in my department last year I think you met him at the Christmas party? Remember he was the one who asked about your tattoos and if-”

“The twat who tried to get you under the mistletoe before I showed up is Todd?” Harry doesn’t mean to let his voice get as loud as it does and he really didn’t mean to let the insult slip out because he knows you don’t like that kind of talk but you just ignore it because you know how your husband gets when you mention people who have been slightly rude to you, especially men. He’s always been a bit protective of you and it’s something you’ve grown to love about him even if it did take some getting used to in the beginning because well, Harry can be very intimidating when he wants to be and sometimes when he’s not even trying.

“That’s what happens when you show up late to things Harry. People try to smooch your wife.” Harry rolls his eyes as he runs his free hand through his hair, he knows you’re joking to try to lighten his mood but he also knows you’re well aware of how slightly possessive he is of you even though he does try his very hardest to keep it under wraps but he doesn’t take things like other people trying to put the moves on you very lightly.

“I just think Todd could do with a few lessons on proper manners that’s all love.” Mitch gives Harry a look as he pauses his digging and Harry just ignores him as turns so he’s facing away from Mitch. “So what’s the verdict hmm? Lasagna or tuna casserole?” He doesn’t want to seem like he’s rushing you but the sooner he’s off the phone with you the sooner the hole gets dug and the body is in the ground the sooner he’s on his way back home to you.

“Lasagna.” You answer as you flip to the page for the recipe in your cookbook. “When will you be home? I miss you.�� You ask with a slight pout because Harry was gone when you woke up this morning and only stopped by on his lunch break to see you for a bit before he was rushing off again to go meet Mitch. Harry can’t help but find himself smiling at the sound of your little pouty whine telling him you miss him because he knows that just means you’ll be extra clingy when he gets home and to be honest he quite likes it when you’re in your clingy cuddly mood because it helps him relax after dealing with all the stress of what he’s had to do during the day.

“I’ll be home by the time you’re ready for your evening bath my love so make sure you put in one of those little bubble things I like okay? The one that makes you all soft and smells like vanilla.” He can hear you smile over the phone and it makes him grin, he loves being able to make you smile even when he’s not around. “I’ve got to go now baby but I love you okay? Keep me updated on the casserole and please be careful with the oven? Don’t want you burning yourself.” He says with a smile as he hears you giggle through the phone when he tells you to be careful with the oven.

“I love you too and I’ll send you a photo when it’s done and if you’re good maybe I’ll let you try some when you get home.” Harry laughs and just nods his head and tells you goodbye and that he loves you one more time before hanging up and putting his phone back in his pocket.

“We aren’t killing Todd.” Is all Mitch says as Harry turns around and he just rolls his eyes when he sees Mitch doesn’t even bother looking at him from where he’s at still working on the hole for the man in the trunk. “We have rules Harry. We don’t kill people we know or anyone that people we care about might know.” He adds as if he can hear inside Harry’s mind at how he was about to stupidly ask why they couldn’t just get rid of Todd.

“Every rule has an exception.” Harry argues as he bends down to open his duffle bag so he can grab his shovel and begin helping Mitch dig the hole.

“The answer is still no.” Mitch fires back making Harry suddenly stop digging as he gets a playful smirk on his face causing Mitch to pause his movements and quirk a brow at him.

“You said we can’t kill him.” Harry states mater of factly making Mitch just slowly nod, he already has a feeling he knows where this is going and he’s not going to like it. “But we can beat the shit out of him right?” Mitch can’t help but laugh and shake his head as he looks down at the ground because of course Harry is going to find a loophole, hell Mitch would too if it was his wife that got hit on and told her casserole wasn’t good so he can’t blame him.

“Sure Harry we can beat him up but just make sure you don’t accidentally kill him okay?”

“Oh come on that was one time you’ve got to let it go.”

[thecuriousbeauty]

Traitor-The Present (Harry Styles Au)

Mafia!Harry x reader (A little bit of Doctor!Harry)

Series Synopsis:- y/n is a hard working painter who lives with her sick uncle, the only person she has as family. When the desperation for money strikes, she has to make a choice. Walk away after listening to an incredible deal that would fix all her problems, or take up the deal. A top secret, risky deal, which involves meeting Harry Styles. A man once rumored to be the dangerous secret weapon of a leading mafia.

Warnings: 18+. Gang related talks, guns, blood, killings, fights, smoking, alcohol. Smut- Fingering, oral(m and f receiving), penetration, spanking, choking, spitting, degradation, praise, dirty talk. (Warnings concerning each part is mentioned at the top of the post)

Completed Series:-

*-Smut Warning

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three*

Chapter Four*

Chapter Five*

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven*

[the-last-butter]

HC they first met a year or two after Yelan got her vision; post fighting the in abyss but when Kaeya was still navigating his identity from Kaeya, Brother and Right hand of Diluc Ragnvindr to Kaeya Alberich, Cavalry Captain and Quarter master of the Knights of Favonius.

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: mythological

[laurents-secret-diary]

oh damen we're really in it now.mp4

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's all fun and games until...

[Commission for @dontheckinswear]

[harrysxcarolina]

Revenge - 04

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: mention of domestic abuse, slight mention of blood, gory body images, angst, flash backs to childhood memories, sexual encounters ( m -receiving), slight mention of unwanted sexual activities. I’m honestly not sure if there is anymore, but if you see anything please don’t hesitate to inform me and I will update accordingly!

Enjoy lovies!

Raeelynn’s POV

Groaning, I force my sore, and tired body up the last two steps before I finally make it to my floor. Gripping the ends of my coat sleeves, I take a deep breath as I force myself down the long hallway until I am face to face with the light grey door that leads to my apartment. I reach into my pocket and pull out my keys, welcoming the cold sting of the metal on my fingertips. I slide the key into the door handle, wanting nothing more than to take a long, hot shower, climb into bed, and forget tonight ever happened. My mind is still running a mile a minute as I look over my shoulder before quickly swinging my door open. I hurry up and step in, closing the door behind me, making sure to lock the handle and the deadbolt.

“Where the hell have you been?” A deep cold voice rings through the dark room. My eyes grow wide as the color drains from my face. Fuck. I take a step back, my back comes in contact with the cold door. Silence fills the room as I realize who is waiting for me. This can’t be happening. Bracing myself for what is about to come, my eyes swell with tears as I slowly slide my hand up the wall to find the light switch. I squint at the sudden brightness before forcing my gaze in his direction.

“Do you know what you caused me to lose tonight? Did you forget the arrangement that was made when I allow you to do the things that you do? You are taking advantage of my kindness, Raeelynn, and I will not allow it.” He seethes as he gets off of the stool and slams the cold beer bottle onto the countertop. The condensation slides down the glass bottle and lands on the marble.

“I’m sorr-” I start to whisper before he stops me.

“Shut up! I don’t want your excuses! I don’t want to hear a bloody fucking peep out of you.” He yells from across the room before making his way over to where I am standing. He grabs a fist full of my hair forcing me to look him in the eyes. His face moves closer to mine and I can smell the stale beer on his breath.

“You know the rules. You missed an appointment and you owe a debt.” He spits through clenched teeth. Anger radiates off him. My heart rate picks up as I know what is coming. I close my eyes, waiting for his next move. “Lucky for you, your appointment agreed to wait. Once you pay your debt to him you will pay your debt to me.” He whispers. His breath hits my cheek.

Hot tears fall down my cheeks. He jerks me away from the door and throws me down the hallway. A loud thud echoes through my small apartment as my head feels the rough texture of the carpet. The ruggedness of it scratches the side of my face. I brace my hands under me and try to push myself up off the floor. “You have ten minutes. Don’t make me look stupid.” He towers over me. I get to my feet before making my way to the bedroom. My hand hits the handle but his voice stops me in my tracks. I refuse to turn and meet his gaze. “Raeelynn? You fuck this up and you won’t see the light of day again. Do you understand? You don’t want a repeat of last time.”

***

Pulling the loose strands of hair that have fallen in my eyesight back behind my ear, I quickly remove the ice pack from my face. Staring at myself in the mirror, I don’t even recognize the girl staring back at me. The dark bags under her eyes are sunken making the redness in them pop. The dark bruise that covers the whole right side of her face is different shades of purple and blue. The outline of a hand is prominent along the cheekbone. It’s sure to be swelled tomorrow. My eyes work themselves down her body.

Her lips are already swollen and dark maroon from the dried blood that slowly seeped its way out of the slice from the corner of her mouth. Her shirt has fallen off her shoulder as its collar was torn in half. Reaching up my fingers capture the ripped cloth and gently place it back in its rightful place. I wince at the pain shooting through my arm. A cut works its way down from my elbow to the middle of my forearm. Must have happened from the fall. At least that is what she will tell anyone who notices and starts to ask questions.

“Yes, a fall. I am very uncoordinated and clumsy. I know, I should really watch where I am going,” I rehearse as I bend down and pull the first aid out from under the bathroom sink. Deciding to just wipe it clean with an alcohol wipe and place a bandage over it, I set down the ice pack on the edge of the sink. Once finished, I make my way back down the hallway, following the low-lit way to the bedroom, leaving the mess for future me to take care of. Crawling into bed and surrounding myself deep in the safety of the covers I fight back the tears that threaten to fall at any moment. Curling into a ball, I can’t fight anymore. My body is exhausted and I give in to the overwhelming feeling bubbling inside of me. I am tired. I am barely holding on. I let the tears fall until I run out and the only thing that is left is the emptiness that is always with me.

I lay there in the darkness as my eyes slowly fall shut, not wanting to feel the burning sensation anymore. The silence soon invades my space and I can’t stop the tightness from spreading across my chest. My mind roams to the place I go when I sink this deep. When I am far too gone to do anything but lay here and wish that things were different. With my eyes closed and my body wrapped tightly in my arms, I force myself to picture anything good left in this world. It’s not much but anything, even a sliver of something, is better than what I am used to. Even if it is made up.

I pray that sleep doesn’t find me soon because I don’t think that I can handle the visions that will take over when I can’t protect myself.

We don’t always get what we want now, do we?

***

“Get down on your knees. Now!” He yells as a hand forces me down on the ground. I’m face to face with something foreign.

I force myself and my thoughts to go to my happy place…

-

It's warm and sunny. The sun is beating down on us as we lay in the dark green grass. Welcoming the smell of the flowers we planted in the backyard along the fence. The sun rays cover your face as you look over at me and smile.

“Isn’t this lovely, Raee?” You ask as your hand reaches up and points at a funny-looking cloud. Your laugh fills the air but only for a moment before you guide me to sit up. “Promise me, Raee. Promise me that you will listen and be good?” You ask as I close my eyes tilting my head back once again welcoming the warm rays beating down on us. I’m not sure what you mean by that, so to get you to focus back on the warm sunny day I reach over and grab your hand and give it a slight squeeze.

“I wish this lasted longer, but it never does. I wish the sun would always stay out. I hate when it’s dark and cold,” I whisper as I slowly open my eyes to look over at you. You just give me a small smile before you pull me in close and kiss the top of my head.

“I know love. You’ve always struggled with the dark,” You whispered as we gently laid back down in the grass. “I’ve got you though. I will always have you, Raeelynn.” Your tone hushed as we lazily stare up at the clouds.

-

It’s not fair that I am stuck here with no way out. Not since you left me. Left me to deal with this. To have to give pieces of myself to people who don’t deserve them.

My happy place soon fades as his voice rings through my ears.

“You will do as you’re told young lady. Do you understand me?” He spits and grabs my face, forcing me to look up at him. I stay silent. I don’t understand why he is doing this. His hand makes contact with my face and I’m flung to the floor. My hands automatically rush to my face and I feel the sting radiate across my cheeks. “I asked you a question and I expect an answer. Now, your appointment will be here any minute and there will be no funny business. Do what we discussed. You will behave or you will have hell to pay,” He states once again but this time he slows down his speaking to get his point across. He walks out of my view.

I lay there, my hand clutching my cheek. A door opens and a new voice appears. There are mumbles between them. Words I can’t make out at the moment. I quickly wipe my eyes and sit up adjusting myself to look presentable. They get to me, though, I don’t see them. Just their feet. I refuse to glance up. I refuse to meet their gaze. The stranger speaks first.

“Sure is a beauty.” The comment twists a knife in my stomach and nausea radiates through me. I still don’t meet their eyes. I focus on the beige carpet, trying to memorize the pattern woven into it. Anything to keep from acknowledging the two men in front of me. Fingers suddenly trace my jaw and I jump in surprise. They are gentle as they caress my jawline. I can tell it’s the stranger. These fingers aren’t filled with hatred.

“You know the deal,” The familiar voice rings out. The stranger's fingers disappear as he makes his way between us. Fighting back the tears I take a quick glance up at him. Disgust written all over my face. I wonder what it is this time that he wants. I hope that it is worth it. I hope that it is worth all the pain that he is causing me.

It’s not like he cares, though. He never did. No one ever does. I am left to take care of myself. I sniffle to quietly and force myself to stop the tears from falling. Focus on the present. I can't change the past as much as I want to. You’re not coming back. You’re not coming to save me.

Hands entangle themselves deep into my hair. Fingernails scrape my scalp as I am forced further down. The air is trapped in my lungs. Tears fall down my face, mixing with the saliva, making it hard to breathe.

You’re almost done.

You are almost done and then you can go back to burying this deep in the box that has been created for moments like these.

Just finish this appointment and then you are free.

You are almost done and then you can run.

You can go back to the false reality that you have created for yourself.

The sunlight invades my room. Buried between the sheets, I toss and turn. Refusing to open my eyes, I pull the duvet up and over my shoulder to cover my face. Wincing as my shoulder does a full rotation. For a moment, I forgot the events from last night. Flashbacks take over tiny slivers of moments as I fight the sleep from my mind. Blood. Running. Dark curls. Green eyes. Digging my face deeper into my pillow, hopeful that I can get rid of the nightmares, but fail miserably. Hands entangled deep in my hair. His taste invades my mouth. The sting of the hits echoing off my body. Groaning, I give up and throw the duvet off my me, and shiver as I place my feet on the floor. Slowly making my way out of my small room and into the hallway.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I blindly lead myself to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. As the water slowly dumps into the back of the coffee pot, I close the lid and scoop up the coffee grounds, inhaling deeply and welcoming the strong aroma. Turning on my heel, I make my way down the hallway slightly bouncing on the tips of my toes. I force myself to the bathroom. I avoid looking in the mirror. I don’t want to see the black and blue marks on my body. The person I would face would be so disappointed and unfamiliar yet so deeply a part of me that I wouldn’t even know how to describe the love-hate relationship between the two.

You know how to fight, so why the hell didn’t you? He taught you everything you’d need to know…

I’m too tired to even fight my subconscious anymore. I’ve given up on him a long time ago, let alone myself. I gave up on the both of us the night that everything went up in flames. I was a child living in a daydream. I soon would have to wake up and be stuck in a nightmare. Running my fingers through my hair, tucking the loose stands behind my ear as I reach into the shower to turn on the water. I start my to-do list in my head in hopes of distracting myself enough to end the thoughts.

Shower

Eat

Call in sick to work.

Rehearse your story so it’s believable.

Stipping down to nothing, I throw the garments in the hamper before I turn and reach for a towel only to stop mid-stretch. My eyes widened. My stomach twists in knots. I see the color drain out of my face for what feels like the millionth time this weekend. My eyes move down my naked body. Black and blue bruises consume my entire back. The cut on my forearm is a fiery red. Tilting my face, I make out the large handprint that outlines my jaw. The cut on my lip is crusted with dried blood and swollen.

My heart seems to stop in my chest and my lungs burn as I stand in shock at the look of naked self. Breath, Raeelynn. My lips quiver as I scan my body, searching for anything inside me to grab onto to stop myself from crumbling eternally completely. Your list. Focus on your list. Distract yourself and in a few days the bruises will slowly fade, the swelling will go down and you will be able to continue on like this never happened. What’s next on the list?

Finish my essay.

Peer review the few essays in my email for my classmates.

My eyes rise in shock, but this time, not because of my body. Turning on my heel, I run out of the bathroom, not caring that I am completely naked. Goosebumps take my body hostage as I frantically search my apartment. Running to the bedroom, I scan the room. Clothes overflow from my hamper onto the floor. The duvet is a crumbled mess on my bed. My phone, untouched, still connected to my charger.

C’mon where is it? This can’t be happening. Turning and making my way down the hallway to the living area, my eyes tear apart the rooms. The bar stools are pushed away from under the island. Empty beer bottles thrown all over the counter top, stove, and along the floor in front of the trash bin. My purse lay half-hidden under the couch. A few tampons, my extra phone charger, and my keys are spread out on the floor. My breath hitches in my throat.

Where the fuck is it?

Flipping the couch cushions, I frantically search the crevices and around the tv stand in hopes that it just had fallen out. It isn’t here. Standing in the middle of my apartment, my hands deep into my hair as I continuously turn scanning for not only my book bag, but my journal. Well fuck.

***

Wrapping my body up in a towel, I step out of the shower. Turning the water off, I pull the shower curtain close and grab another towel to wrap my hair. The fabric of the carpet squishes between my toes as I drag myself down the hallway and to my room. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I unplug my phone and dial the stores number.

“Good morning, thank you for calling Books’n’Realities. Where every book leads you to a new reality. This is Casey speaking. How can I help you?”

“Oh thank god. Cas, it’s you. Can you do me a huge favor?” I ask quickly, standing up clutching the towel tighter and pace the space between my bed and my closet.

“Raeelynn? Why are you calling the store?” Casey questions. I hear the mumbling of customers in the background along with the constant sound of the bell ringing from the front door opening and closing.

“Look, I need you to let Gloria know I won’t be able to make it in today.” I tell her. My lip finds its way between my teeth.

“You’re kidding right? Today is the big sale. Did you forget?’ Casey huffs out.

“Look, Cas… something came up. And I-” I pause. Tears swell up and threaten to fall. Taking a deep breath, I battle myself with coming clean. Shaking my head even though she can’t see me. I know I can’t. It will just ruin her as well. Wiping my eyes quickly with the back of my hand. I focus on what I called to do in the first place. “I’m not feeling well.” I whisper in a rush hoping that she heard me. The line stays silent for a few minutes. “Casey-”

“Okay. I’ll let Gloria know. But you owe me big time, Raee.” Her voice cuts me off. I hear her rummage through one of the drawers.

“I need one more thing, Casey. Check the back and see if I left my bag there. I’ve looked everywhere and I can’t find it,” I say as I force myself to stop pacing the floor and sit back down on the bed.

“Yeah, I’ll take a look right now. Give me a second to get to the back.” I hear her excuse herself from the register and makes her way to the back room. “How late were you here last night? This place looked incredible when Gloria and I showed up this morning,” She asks. Chuckling, I slowly take down my towel turban off the top of my head and run my fingers through the wet locks.

“I was there till about 8:30. Gloria had more displays that needed set up, and I didn’t really want to go home too early last night. I knew that trying to finish it all in the morning would have been a rush,” I lied fighting the knowing thoughts of the real reason why I didn't want to come home right away. The agreement he had set up. Shivering as the memories once again creep back into my mind.

Now, I wish I would have just come home instead of staying late. None of the last 12 or so hours would have happened if I would have just left at the normal time like always.

Fast cars. Reckless driving. Blondie. Thick accents. Green eyes.

Shaking my head, I try to get his image out of my head.

“Well, Gloria was impressed, but also slightly upset that you stayed so late. Something along the lines of she needs to have a life and not spend all her time deep in the books here.” Casey’s laugh fills my ears and a smile spreads across my face. The books are my escape. I will always spend my time that way. Just like our store motto: every book leads you to a new reality. Anything is better than my reality. Sighing, I wait patiently as Casey looks around the backroom for my bag.

“Yes, you left your bag here last night. I can bring it to you this afternoon when I get off, if you like? I’m sure you are going to need it seen as your big paper is due this Monday, right?” She asks as I take a deep breath in relief.

“Uh, yeah. It’s due Monday along with the peer reviews I need to do. Speaking of, peer reviews, I need yours. Professor Tilly is adamant on us having them with our final draft,” I say as I drop the towel from around my naked body. My breathing calms along with my heartbeat now that I know where my belongings are. “Cas, you don’t have to bring it all the way over here. I can grab it after you guys close up the shop tonight.” I urge, remembering how my skin is sporting the dark blues and blacks and my swollen lip.

“Nonsense, young lady. When have I ever skipped out on you when you were sick? We are in this together. Now, I really need to get back on the floor before Gloria loses her mind with these displays being perfect for the sale. I’ll see ya after my shift. Love ya!” She cheers before I hear the dead dial tone echoing in my ear.

How the hell am I going to hide these bruises? I think to myself as I throw my body back onto my bed, taking a deep breath and try to come up with a plan.

I’ve spent the entire day trying to come up with an explanation as to why I am not really sick, and how I got all these bruises. Casey is not an easy one to fool. Sweatpants and a baggy uni sweater will cover up most of my body. I can’t do much for my lip, but trying to cover this huge handprint on my cheek seems to be my most difficult assignment. It also doesn’t help that, as I am stressing about my physical appearance, I don't have my journal. All I need is for that to land in the wrong person's hands. God how could I have been so stupid and careless? Leaving it at work where anyone could get it. I can’t have people asking questions. I’m so close to finishing my dream, and to just have it ripped away if he finds out. If he finds out that I have been careless. Irresponsible with my part of the deal. I’ve worked too hard. I’ve been through way too much for him to just rip it away in a spilt second.

A knock at the door that startles me out of my thoughts. I freeze in place. Fuck she’s early. My breath hitches. I quickly pull my hair down from the messy bun on top of my head in hopes that it somewhat covers the bruises on my face. My hands clenched tightly welcoming the slight sting of my fingernails digging into my palm. You fell. You are clumsy. It’s believable. You fell. You fell. You fell. I chant in my head as I take small steps towards the door. Swinging the door open, Casey is standing there with a wild smirk across her face as she holds up a brown bag.

“Hey, I brought you soup-” She starts off. She moves to walk around me but stops completely. Her eyes slowly work their way down my face. The bright blue of her eyes soon fade to black as she takes me in. “What the hell happened to you, Raee?!” Her voice echoes down the hallway. I grab her arm and pull in my apartment quickly, closing the door behind her.

“It’s nothing really. I just fell-” I start. I lock the door and turn to face her but quickly regret it.

“Raeelynn, do not lie to me. Yeah. You fell, Right into someone's palm. Tell me now.” She shouts as she slams the brown bag down on my counter. Tossing my bookbag on one of the stools before storming over to me and moving my hair out of my face. I wince at the sudden contact. She gently grips my chin and moves my face back and forth, fully examining it. Tears pool in my eyes and I can’t meet her gaze.

“Cas really it’s not a big deal. Please, just drop it.” I shrug her hand off me and make my way around her, heading straight to my bookbag. Unzipping it, I rummage through the items, looking for my black notebook. I feel my body begin to tremble as the tears fall down my cheeks.

“Raee, I will not drop it. Someone hurt you and you need to tell me who. Was it Logan? I thought that was over.” She demands as I feel her eyes burn holes into my back. Ignoring her, I keep searching the bag, but come up empty handed. God where the hell is it?! My thoughts go rampant as the endless thoughts of who could have it or where it could be. I know for a fact, I put it in my bag before leaving class.

My body slides to the floor as I slowly force myself to accept what’s happening. Everything is crumbling apart. There’s no coming back from this. He’s going to find out. He’s going to find out that I’ve been keeping a secret from him. I welcome the uneasy feeling that is slowly taking over my body. I can’t stop the tears from creating waterfalls down my cheeks. I shake as my body tries to find the oxygen that is missing from my lungs. My back screams in agony as the bruise and marks are being pushed up against the island. Everything around me fades into black. I zone in on the darkness that is threatening to take over my entire being. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t fight it. I can’t hide it. I especially can’t keep living it. I soon feel gentle hands wrap around my small body and hold me tight.

“Shh, it’s okay, Raee. I’m here. You’re okay. Shh, just let it out,” Casey whispers in my ear as she holds me tight and gently rubs my arm. She doesn’t say anything else as we just sit there on my kitchen floor. Her body heat slowly invades me as she pulls me tighter against her. My tears stain her black work shirt. Our bodies gently rock back and forth. I sniffle and bury my face deeper into the side of her neck.

Casey runs her fingers up and down my head slowly, combing through my hair. She doesn’t say anything, giving me the choice of when to speak. I don’t know how long we sit there on my cold floor, but she doesn’t rush it. Soon the sunlight gets dimmer and my butt starts to get numb. My cheeks are now raw and stained with dried tears. I force myself away from the safety of my best friend. Taking a deep breath, I tuck some hair behind my ear and pull the sleeves down over my fingers. The urge in me is screaming to run and lock myself in my bedroom. To shut it all out and pretend that none of this is happening. But life isn’t that simple. It never has been. At least, not for a long time. Bringing my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around them and tuck myself in.

“Logan isn’t real. I made him up.” I whisper as I lay my head down onto my arms and close my eyes. I hear a slight gasp before I feel her hand wrap around my shoulders. “I mean the situation is real, but the person isn’t. I um- it’s a long story and I’m not sure if I am ready to talk about it.” I state as I turn my head to look at Casey. Her eyes are scanning me. Her face is soft and welcoming. That’s what I love about her. It doesn't matter what is going on, she is never one to judge. Always just there, listening and taking care of everyone around her. Taking another deep breath, I slowly unwrap my arms and legs and stand up. Looking down at her, I reach out my hand to her. She looks at me questioningly before clasping my hand in hers and getting up off the floor. I pull her towards the bathroom.

“I can’t explain it, so the only thing I can do is show you.” I softly state

She doesn’t say anything and just nods as she stands back and watches my every move. I turn my back to her as I take one last glance at myself in the mirror. You can’t go back from this! Don't show her! My reflection screams at me, but I ignore her and slowly lift my sweater up and over my head.

What are you doing?! He can hurt her too! Raeelynn!

Dropping my shirt to the floor, I slowly wrap my arms around my torso, allowing her the chance to get a good look at my body and the discoloration. She’s silent as I see her slowly move closer to me in the mirror. Her eyes are full of tears as she gently reaches up to trace my skin. Hanging my head low, I avoid looking anymore. Ashamed of myself and the fact that I failed at the one thing I was supposed to do.

“If you tell a soul about this, Raeelynn, I swear I will take everything away from you. That precious job at that god awful bookstore. You going to uni. The apartment I let you live in. You don’t get these things in life for free. You will work for them. You will keep them if and only if you behave and do as you’re told. Do you understand me?” He seethes in my ear as he grips my arms tighter. I stay silent as he shakes my body back and forth.

“I don’t care if you are eighteen. You will do as you’re told. You are mine, and will work for me until I say so. One wrong move from you and they will be gone.” He states before he lets go of me.

It’s going to all be gone. He will find out. He always does.

“Raeelynn, how long has this been happening?” Casey finally whispers. Her fingers still gently trace my skin as she works her way at outlining every blue and purple marks.

“A while.” I murmur. My voice cracks as my hand moves up to wipe one of the tears that escaped.

“Why-” She starts off but stops herself. Silence fills the space around us once again. She stares at me through the reflection in the mirror. Silently asking me for permission. I nod my head and she leans down to pick up my shirt off the floor, handing it back to me.

“Why haven’t you said anything? We could hav-'' She pauses as she sees me wince as my arms slide back into the warmth of the sweater sleeves. “We could have helped you.” The last sentence comes out as a whisper. She clasps my hand and leads me out of the bathroom into my bedroom. Casey lets go as she moves to my bed, moving the blankets back and motions for me to lay down. She covers me up then lays beside me and pulls me into her chest.

“I can’t say anything, or he will take everything away.” I say in a hushed tone as I pull the blankets up to my chin, hiding my body from the world.

“What do you mean?” She asks as she leans her cheek against the crown of my head.

“The bookstore. Me going to uni. The fact I can live here by myself. He controls- he controls everything I do. If he finds out I told anyone-” I start off but stop as my body begins to shake as the fear of him finding out. “Casey he can’t find out. I can’t go back there again. I can’t.” I cry. The tears slid down my cheeks once again. I fall into her and she pulls me closer into her and she just holds me. She softly shushes me and rubs my back soothingly.

***

I wake up to the smell of bacon. My mind is foggy. I slowly sit up and look around my sunlit room. Rubbing my eyes, I remove the blankets from my body and follow the smell that engulfs my apartment. Casey is standing at the stove with her back to me as she softly hums an unknown tune. My eyes search the kitchen. My laptop and notes are spread out on the island. A coffee mug is placed right next to it as I see stacks of pancakes neatly placed on a plate. A candle is lit in the living room, giving off the smell of fall leaves and pumpkin spice. My purse and belongings are neatly placed on my couch as soft music plays in the background on my television.

“Cas?” I whisper, standing there in shock. She turns around. Her eyes light up and a small smile spreads across her face.

“Ah good afternoon sleeping beauty.” She sings as she bounces over to me and pulls me into a hug. Afternoon? Confused, I quickly glance at the clock above the stove. 2:36 pm. My eyes spring open. “You slept all night and the entire morning. You were so exhausted, Raee. I kinda finished your paper and the peer reviews that you needed done. I also attached my peer review to an email for you to turn in with your paper tomorrow. Oh, and I cleaned up and made breakfast! Well, lunch for you.” She smiles. A soft chuckle escapes as she looks at me and shrugs. Casey watches me as she patiently waits for me to wrap my head around everything she just said.

“Casey, you didn’t have to do that.” I softly state as I take a step around her and look down at my laptop and notes, seeing that she did in fact finish my assignments. I bite back a small smile as I flip through the notes she made on the peer reviews. She even printed them off for me.

“I know that I didn’t have to, but with everything going on, I wanted to help you. I know I can’t help with some things, but this I could.” She bounces back to the stove and flips the bacon.

“About last night- I, I’m sorry.” I whisper as I sit down on the stool and pick up one of the mugs that are filled with coffee.

“Do not apologize! You did nothing wrong. You will tell me when you are comfortable, and I want you to know that I will be here no matter what. Do you understand?” Casey reminds me as she quickly turns and stares me down sternly. Nodding softly, I tuck my hair behind my ear.

“Now I gotta go, but I called Gloria and let her know that you still weren’t feeling good. So, you would have today off. My shift starts in about half an hour, but make sure you eat something. Relax today, okay? I’ll come back after my shift and then we can binge watch that new show that just came out on Netflix, okay?” She asks as she makes her way around the island and holds me at arm's length. I quickly open my mouth to protest, but she stops me. “It’s not a question, and no, I am not doing this because I feel some type of way. I’m doing this because you are my best friend and you are all I have in this world. It’s okay to fall apart and feel the emotions you keep bottled up, but what we aren’t going to do is stay down. There is nothing wrong with you. I won’t tell anyone. I just want you safe, so yes I will be back tonight.”

“Hey Cas?” I call out, causing her to stop and glance back at me. She raises her eyebrows in anticipation. I smile. “Thank you.” I grab a piece of bacon she has placed on a plate next to the pancakes. I take a bite as she smiles back at me and opens the door, disappearing into the hallway.

[bad1dimagines]

[bxsmxx]

i looove the fact oldies station comes right after snap back :((

going from "got a bad feeling that I'm about to break", "bite the hand that helps me, give it finger stitches", and "i have seemed to run out of excuses of why i am this way"

to "when darkness rolls on you, push on through", "in a season of lessons learned in giving up, you learn what you can and can't take", and "you have it down, that old fight for survival"

[harrywavycurly]

Tuesday Dinner: A Sopranos meets Mafia!Harry Styles AU✨

A/N: This is based on this post right here and is probably the most dramatic thing I’ve ever written in my life but I just love the Sopranos and Harry Styles so please don’t take this seriously it’s just a bit of fun!

CW: Language, Harry is a dick but he loves you, threats of violence, brief act of minor violence (you toss something at the back of Harry’s head), this is probably a kinda toxic relationship but I don’t mind if you don’t?

Summary: You’re making dinner on a random Tuesday and Harry’s “coworkers” keep showing up unannounced✨

You place a wooden spoon in your pasta sauce to give it a stir in the pot it’s simmering in, having just moved it to one of the burners on the back of the stove. You feel a hand on your hip and a moment later you feel a soft kiss being placed to the side of your neck before a chin is resting on your shoulder, you smile as you take the spoon out of the pot and bring it up to your lips to give it a taste. You ignore the slight pouting noise Harry makes when you don’t offer him a taste before putting the spoon on the spoon rest next to the stove, deciding your sauce needs a little more salt.

“Where’s the pasta?” Harry questions when he doesn’t see a pot of boiling water next to the pot your sauce is on, you roll your eyes at his question because you know Harry is well aware where the pasta you’ll be using tonight is.

“M’serious what’s the sauce goin’ on?” He asks as he stands up giving your hip a squeeze before he turns to head towards the fridge his eyes landing on the bread on the counter next to it. “All I see is a baguette and-”

“Oh you didn’t just want some sauce with a side of bread and maybe a salad?” You ask feeling annoyed that he’s even in the kitchen in the first place, having been in the office since he got home from work a few hours ago. Harry shoots you a glare as his hand grips the handle of the fridge his wedding ring making a light clink sound when it comes in contact with the metal door handle, not liking your sudden attitude when all he’s doing is asking about what you’re making for dinner.

“You’ll know what the sauce is goin’ on when you open up the fridge and don’t go bein’ an ass about it either okay? I know how you get about-”

“Know how I get about what?” You go back to your sauce, adding a pinch of salt before grabbing the spoon to give it a quick stir as Harry opens the fridge and sees the container of leftover pasta sitting on the bottom shelf. Harry lets out a groan as he leans in and grabs the container off the shelf and sees its full of the rigatoni you didn’t use in the baked dish you made the other night.

“Oh you’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin me. We can’t get fresh pasta?”

“It is fresh I made that last night. This is just a Tuesday night dinner for the two of us Harry what are you expecting a Sunday dinner kinda spread for?”

“So you’re gonna ruin your good sauce with some microwaved noodles?” Your grip on the handle of the spoon tightens as you turn around so you can face Harry who is now standing by the fridge with the container of pasta in his hands.

“Tell me Harry does this look like the Olive Garden to you? You know damn well I’m not microwaving the fuckin’ pasta you jack-” Before you can finish your sentence you hear three loud knocks on the back door before it opens making Harry turn his attention away from you and towards the back door.

“H you’re not gonna believe the shit I just heard.” Harry puts the container of pasta on the counter next to the fridge as his younger cousin Christopher walks through the door. “Oh somethin’ smells good in here.” You give him a smile as he walks into the kitchen and automatically opens his arms out to give you a quick hug.

“You know that’s your problem. You’re always kissin’ the wrong ass Christopher.” Harry snaps as he places a hand on his hip as he sends a glare to his cousin as you place a kiss to his cheek before he pulls away from you. “Who’d you come over here to see huh? Me or her?” Christopher quirks a brow at you, silently asking what Harry’s problem is when he hears a slight edge in his voice making you roll your eyes and shrug as you turn and go back to perfecting your sauce.

“It’s called havin’ manners H. I mean come on you act like you don’t know who my mother is? She’d kick my ass if she knew I stepped into a woman’s kitchen and didn’t say hello to her first.” You chuckle to yourself as Christopher makes his way towards Harry who is still glaring at his cousin.

“What is it you need to tell me?” He asks as he runs a hand through his hair while his cousin walks past him and to the fridge to grab a beer.

“They got Jimmy.”

“Who got Jimmy?”

“They did H.”

“You’re talkin’ in fuckin circles Christopher who the hell got him? The feds? Sal’s guys? Who?” You bring your spoon up to your lips to give it another taste and smile to yourself when you finally feel you got it right and don’t need to add anything.

You hear Christopher let out a sigh as he opens his beer but before he can fully explain the situation to Harry your back door swings open. You let out a startled squeak as both men instantly place a hand on the back waistband of their slacks, reaching for something they keep tucked away for protection that their casual short sleeved dress shirts do a good job at keeping hidden.

“Boss!” Harry lets out a sigh of relief as Paulie rushes through the door in his usual matching tracksuit and heads straight into the kitchen, Harry’s hand that was on the waistband of his pants falls to his side while he uses the other to pinch the bridge of his nose as an attempt to calm himself down.

“How’ya doin sweetheart? Smells good.” You turn your head and give him a smile as he leans in and places a kiss to your cheek on his way to the other side of the kitchen where Harry and Christopher are still standing by the fridge.

“The fuck is the matter with you Paulie? Bustin’ in the door like that? You’re lucky I didn’t redecorate the walls with your fuckin’-”

“You didn’t hear me knock? I knocked before I came in boss I swear I’m not some kinda wild fuckin’ animal.” He says with his hands raised in a show of mock surrender since he can sense the irritation coming off his boss. “They got Jimmy.”

“I already told em’ Paulie.” Christopher explains after taking a sip of his beer. Harry lets out a frustrated groan as he places both hands on his hips and shakes his head while a sarcastic chuckle bubbles up and out of his mouth from his deep in his chest.

“Actually no one has told me shit because I still don’t know who got Jimmy?” He snaps while you just do your best to ignore the loudness of the men that are starting to take over your kitchen as you turn so you can grab the bread off the counter next to where Harry placed the container of pasta.

“Yo uncle H you hear what happened to Jimmy?” You turn your head to give Harry a warning glare as once again your back door flies open allowing a loud voice that can only belong to his nephew Anthony, to be heard well throughout the house. Harry ignores your glare as Paulie and Christopher turn to look at the youngest member of the Styles crew.

“If you tell em’ then half the damn neighborhood is gonna hear about it too you fuckin’ loud mouth.” Paulie teases as Anthony walks into the kitchen, you open your mouth to say something to your husband but feel a hand on your shoulder pulling you in for a side hug and a kiss to your cheek.

“How ya doin auntie? Smells incredible in here.” While you want to roll your eyes at him you can’t because you’re not annoyed with him or any of the men in your kitchen minus the one that they all came over to talk to, the one they call boss but you just call your husband.

“If one more of you ass kissin’ fucks tells her it smells good in here I’m kickin all you out on your asses. It’s just a fuckin’ sauce and some leftover pasta for Christ sake.” You feel your jaw clench as you reach for a small bread knife from the knife block, Harry watches you turn around and face him with the bread in one hand and the knife in the other. He has to hold off the smirk that’s tugging at the corner of his mouth as he crosses his arms over his chest making his biceps flex a bit as you narrow your eyes at him in a harsh glare while taking a step towards him causing Paulie and Christopher to move to the side to give you some space while Anthony just stands behind his uncle.

“Say one more thing about what I’m making for dinner Harry and you’ll be taking all your meals through a fuckin’ straw for the next few months.” You threaten as you raise the knife up and use it to point at him, Paulie raises an eyebrow as he looks from you to Harry who just gives you a nod as he takes a step towards you and slowly reaches a hand out and places it over yours that’s gripping the handle of the knife that’s still pointed at him.

“Yeah? You gonna break my jaw sweetheart? Is that it?” You shrug as you let him lower your hand holding the knife to your side while looking him in the eyes, you can tell by the way they are a light shade of green almost like a jade color that he’s not angry at you for speaking to him that way in front of company. “I’d let you if it meant I didn’t have to eat microwaved pasta and lukewarm sauce for a while.” He admits with a smirk knowing that comment is going to push you over the edge.

“You’re such a fuckin’ asshole.” Harry’s smirk turns into a full blown grin as you insult him because he knows you’re capable of calling him much worse things than an asshole so that’s his signal that you’re not really mad at him. He lets go of your hand that’s holding the knife and brings it up to cup the side of your face, his rings feeling cool against the warmth of your skin.

“Yeah m’a real fuckin’ prick but you love me.” You roll your eyes making Harry’s grip on your face tighten ever so slightly as his thumb presses into the side of your cheek as he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear. “Come on baby tell me you love me.” He whispers into your ear before placing a kiss to the spot just below it.

“I love you.” You say with an annoyed sigh making Harry smile because in that moment he feels he’s won. He places a kiss to your forehead before he drops his hand from your face and takes a step around you towards the dining room. The guys pause a moment when they hear you let out a scoff before you turn and see Harry’s back facing you as he reaches the edge of the kitchen.

You quickly reach over and place the knife on the counter and grab an apple out of the fruit basket you keep on the kitchen island and before you can second guess yourself you toss it, aiming for the back of Harry’s head. He pauses as the apple makes contact with his shoulder instead of where you had intended it to go but a hit is a hit so you aren’t too upset. He slowly turns around and looks at the apple on the ground, bending down to pick it up before he looks over at you with a glare.

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Say it back you fuckin’ jackass.” Harry looks at you with a quirked brow as you stare at him waiting to hear him say he loves you back.

“I love you. You’re the love of my whole miserable fuckin’ life okay? Happy now?” Harry admits and you just nod and turn to grab the knife and make your way over to the area by stove so you can begin to slice the bread and get it ready to be put in the oven with some oil and a bit of garlic.

“Maybe your life wouldn’t be so miserable if you were nicer to your wife you prick.” You mumble making Harry laugh as he turns and walks into the dining room.

“I love when we get dinner and a show.” Paulie jokes as he walks behind you and off in the direction Harry went.

“Always with the jokes. How bout you make yourself useful and set the table huh?” You laugh when you hear Harry’s voice from the dining room followed by what you know is the sound of his hand smacking Paulie upside the head.

“The fuck you two waitin around for? Someone better tell me what the hell happened to Jimmy before my wife sets foot in this room or I’m lettin’ her break all your jaws.” He shouts from the table and you look over your shoulder and watch Christopher and Anthony nearly trip over themselves trying to get in the dining room.

“M’sorry bout the whole dinner and a show comment. You know m’a fuckin’ idiot sometimes.”

“Don’t worry about it Paulie you’re fine he’s just an ass.” You reassure him with a smile as he stands next to you while he opens the cabinet you keep the plates in.

“Just a normal Tuesday at the Styles house huh?” He teases with a giggle and you can’t help but laugh and nod because while normally there aren’t this many unexpected visitors on a Tuesday night you can’t say it hasn’t happened before and that it won’t happen again.

[thecuriousbeauty]

i had a funny idea: harry catches his friend (co-worker/assistant/photographer or whatever) reading a dirty fanfic about him 🤭

He catches you reading fan fiction

Harry Styles x Assistant! reader

A/N:- Thank you for the request, anon! Loved writing this spicy blurb! Please like and reblog to support me, xx.

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Dirty talk, fingering, spanking, daddy kink.

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“You’ve been such a naughty girl. What should I do with you, hm?”

You suck in a breath and clench your thighs together as you move your finger over your phone, scrolling down on the story you just found out. You had noticed a lot of fans at Harry’s concert holding up signs that said, Tumblr girls and you were curious. Little did you know that once you’d open the site, you’d fall down into a rabbit hole full of fan fiction.

And not just fanfic. You were reading the dirty ones. The smut, as it was called.

“What’d you feel like eating, babe?”

You look up from the phone quickly. You had not noticed that Harry was out of the bathroom after his shower and he was standing there, looking at you as he dried his hair. Little drops of water still clung to his sculpted torso and his legs. He only had boxers on. 

Harry smirks, noticing you’re distracted and throws the towel away before running his fingers through his curly locks and flipping them back. “Like what you see, love?”

You blushed and looked away, making Harry chuckle as he walked towards you. “No, it’s cute! You look all blushy and flustered. What were you doing?”

“I um, uh I was going through emails..”, you say, quickly looking down at your phone to change tabs, but Harry was quick. He smelled amazing, being just out of the shower. It was a gentle fragrance, but it gave you a luxurious feel. 

“Going through emails got you clenching your thighs, baby?”, Harry asked as he leaned over you on the bed. “I wonder what that email’s about.”

“Harry-”, you squeak as his eyes move to your phone screen, his forehead pressing against the side of yours as he reads it from your hands. “It’s silly, I was just checking out what this was all about.”

“Hm, fan fiction, huh? So what do you think? Is it good?”, he asks, a smile tugging at his lips as his green eyes look into yours. 

“Y-Yeah. I’m sorry Harry, t-this must be awkward for you, I’ll-”

“-No, no, it’s not awkward, this is pretty interesting.”, he hums, settling beside you and starting to kiss down your jawline to your neck.His hand rides up your skirt. “Has it made you wet?”

You gasp as his fingers press onto your cover over your panties. His teeth nibble on the skin of your neck before his tongue laps over the mark he left, and you moan softly, parting your legs as his fingers slip inside your panties and stroke over your folds. 

“You’re soaking, baby girl. Guess you’re really enjoying reading this, right?” You didn’t get a chance to answer as he slipped two fingers inside you, starting to pump them in and out of you. “Were you imagining me doing all this to you?”, he asks. “Hm, baby?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.” Harry’s eyes turn darker with lust as the name rolls off your lips so easily. 

“Start reading darling, from the beginning.”, he tells you, adjusting your body so that you are in between his legs, your back pressing to his chest and your legs spread, letting him toy with your pussy. 

“W-What?” 

“You heard me.”, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, the other hand sneaking under your top to grab a hold of your breast. You weren’t wearing a bra, so he had easy access.

You swallow hard, before bringing your phone up so you can start reading. Harry kept scissoring his fingers inside you and playing with your nipples while his lips sucked on the soft skin in the back of your neck, making it harder and harder for you to read.

“A-And then he curled his fingers, stroking over the spot that could make her unfold in seconds..” You moaned as Harry did exactly that, his fingers petting over your grainy spot. “Is that the spot?”, he asks, even though he knows the answer. 

“Y-Yes..please..”, you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Read, baby. You can cum if y/n gets to cum.” You groaned, knowing you wouldn’t last long. 

“Just as she’s about to cum, he r-removes his fingers. N-Naughty girls don’t get to cum, t-they get punished.” 

You whine as Harry moves his hands away, and you drop the phone, turning to look back at him. “I-I was so close! Please Harry-”

“Ah, ah, what did you call me earlier?”, he strokes his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Daddy.”, you squeeze his arm. “P-Please let me cum.”

“It’s not up to me baby, it’s up to the writer.” He leans forward to give you a soft kiss. “ Now stop whining, and continue reading like a good girl. Daddy wants to know what happens next.”

You whimper as he pulls you back against his chest. You really hoped the writer showed some mercy to y/n, or you were going to have a hard time tonight. It was all just too much. Harry was being so hot. You loved this, and you wanted this to keep going on, but god, you needed that release.

“H-He bends over his lap and flips up her skirt, hand stroking over the plump of her ass before landing the first strike. 'Naughty girls get spanked.”

A shiver ran down your spine as you read it. You can also feel Harry getting hard, his member was prodding hard against your ass. Harry groaned. “You know what to do, love. Up you get. Take off your top and bend over my lap.”

You thought you could cum from just hearing that. When you don’t move, he takes your chin, eyes peering into yours to check if you’re still okay with this. “I-I like it.”, you give him a small smile, assuring him. 

“Good. Let me know if you wanna stop, okay?” You nod and kiss him before getting up and taking your top off. Harry scooted to the edge of the bed and patted his thighs. “Take your phone too, you’re not gonna stop reading, baby.”

You grabbed the phone before bending over his thighs and he adjusts you so your ass is propped up. He flips your skirt up, running his hand over your soft, bare, skin. Your panties had already been discarded long ago. 

 “Such a cute little arse. Gonna look so pretty with my handprints on it, right baby?”

“Y-Yes daddy, mark me up..”, you hum and Harry groans, giving your right cheek a squeeze before lifting his hand in the air and bringing it back down with a smack. You let out a small yelp, but the pain quickly fades into pleasure as Harry rubs his hand over the sting. 

“Feels good, daddy, more..”, you moan, and he slaps your other cheek. “Dirty little slut. I bet you’re gonna cum from getting your ass spanked by your daddy.”

You were a mess over his lap, moaning and mumbling his name. His hand grips your ass cheek, fingers digging into the supple flesh as his other hand fists around your hair and lifts your head up. 

 “What’re you waiting for? I thought I told you to read.”

You moaned as he let your head drop, giving you another slap as you struggled to keep reading. You really should’ve picked a shorter fic.

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[nobleriver]

I know what they do.

[larriescompass]

LONG LIVE ALL THE MAGIC WE MADE 💖