#mob harry

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Bestie can you write something about reader getting her period and Harry having to go get her tampons and he’s all scared n stuff?

pairing: mafia harry x reader

warnings: harry threatens to shoot someone, caring mafia harry, mentions of blood and periods, swearing, period sex(kinda)

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Harry has just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist as he gums quietly, entering his and YN’s bedroom to get dressed for the day. He doesn’t have plans until much later, so he settles for some boxers and no shirt, ready to get back in bed and cuddle with YN until she wakes up.

As he’s slipping back under the covers though, he feels something wet as his leg grazes her backside, making him physically recoil. He takes a quick peek and his face pales as he realizes it’s blood on YN’s thighs. He has a moment of internal panic as he tries to figure out where to go from here but then he decides to just wake her up, feeling guilty that he’s interrupting her sleep. She groans in annoyance at being woken up, but Harry knows it’s for a good reason.

“You’re bleeding, love,” he mumbled awkwardly, trying not to show his discomfort for the situation. It’s not that he’s disgusted by it or anything, he’s just never dealt with a period in this way. Her eyes shoot open and she whines as she now feels the sticky feeling between her thighs.

Tears are forming quickly and he’s quick to come over to her and shush her cries, not liking the tears one bit. “Cmon, dove. No tears, hm?” he coos, thumbing away at the salty tears that have started tracking down her face. “What can I do?” he whispers.

“I wasn’t supposed to get m’period for another week and I planned to get tampons tomorrow. I don’t have anything here to use,” she sniffles, embarrassed at the way their morning has begun. “Could you run to the store and get me something? Just something to hold me over until I can go?” she asks him, squirming uncomfortably in her place.

“You want me to get you…tampons?” he questions uneasily, his stomach already in knots. He’s never had to do anything like this before, and he definitely didn’t plan for this today. She just nods at him and he already can’t say no to her on a regular day, the fact that he knows she’s embarrassed when she doesn’t have to be and the fact that she’s probably in pain isn’t helping.

So he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to her lips before getting dressed. Before he leaves YN tells him the brand she needs and the kind, thanking him as she quickly strips the sheets to soak them. He’s out the door in 5 minutes flat and as he drives to the store he repeats her instructions over and over, but it all leaves his head the moment he steps in the doors.

Imagine the fear and curiosity all of the cashiers have when they see the most feared crime boss enter their job in confident strides; none of them notice the way he’s mumbling the brand name under his breath or the way his hands are slightly shaking as he heads straight for the aisle he needs.

The commotion in the store is at a standstill as they all wait with baited breaths for him to emerge from the aisle, none of them having the confidence to check in on him. He’s in a squatting position as he searches, but then his scattered thoughts are interrupted by the sound of someone behind him.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you find anything?” the young man asks carefully, slowly stepping over to where Harry is beginning to get frustrated and is still searching. He stands up so quickly that Eric flinches back in fear.

“Look me in the eye again and I’ll shoot your foot off,” he snaps gruffly, making the younger employee shift his eyes to the floor immediately. He then thinks of what YN would say if she were here and takes a deep breath, deciding to try again. “Do you know where the, um, L brand assorted tampons are?” he mumbles, reaching a hand up to scratch the back of his neck.

Eric nods immediately and steps over to where they are, grabbing two boxes and bringing them back to Harry. “Is there anything else you’re looking for?” he asks meekly, and Harry just shrugs his shoulders and mumbles an ‘I don’t know what she’d need’. From then Eric and Harry go around the store and grab everything she could possibly need. Pain killers, a heating pad, snacks, and he even found a cute little panda face mask he knows she’d love.

They’re at the register a few short minutes later and Harry’s cheeks are on fire as he can feel all the eyes on him, and he just wishes Eric would hurry the fuck up. When everything is bagged and paid for, Harry slips him a literal hundred dollar bill and nods in thanks as he heads from the store with his bags, eager to get home to YN.

He practically speeds home to get to her, and the moment his shoes are off at the door he’s sprinting up the stairs with the bags in his hands. He finds her in the shower and he places the tampons on the counter before heading into the bedroom to drop everything else off.

Not long after, YN emerges from the bathroom with a dopey smile on her face at his gesture, walking to stand in between his legs.

“Thank you,” she starts, her words nothing short of genuine. Just the sweetest husband,” her words are feeding his ego and he leans up to press a greedy kiss to her lips.

“Yeah?” he pulls away. “Gonna let me show how sweet I can really be?” he teases, moving down to nip at the sweet spot on her neck. She moans softly and leans into his touch.

“Never gonna say no to that,” she responds. Harry wastes no more time, and in mere seconds he’s got her bare and on her back, legs spread as he lines himself up with her.

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[thinkingoutlouddblog]

butterfly effect: prologue

A story about the chain reactions caused by the two times Harry and y/n meet, and how it alters the course of their lives completely.

or

Harry thought he learnt his lesson six years ago about having y/n in his life, but a twist of fate hurtles them back together. He knows that in his line of work, to truly love someone is to know you should stay away. But in the end, knowing what you should do and being able to do so are two completely different things.

Mob!H/Butterfly Effect masterlist /// read part one here!

A/N: I originally posted this combined with chapter one, but the formatting really annoyed me so now I’m splitting them up.

The funny thing about days that change the entire course of your life, is they often go by unnoticed.

You start the day thinking it will be just as any other, and you end the day, perhaps thinking something of minor significance has occurred, but not believing it will alter anything about your life as you know it.

This phenomenon, of course, can be accredited to the snowball effect. Something small occurs. Usually this something will be noteworthy, but by no means ground-breaking. It will, however, unknown to you, set off a chain reaction that will change the trajectory of your existence.

A boy pops the first pill of many, now fated to battle addiction until death. A woman purchases a car which will ultimately kill her. A freshman takes a poetry class they expect to hate which instead eventually ignites a passion that consumes them. A parent signs their son up for football, destined to care for a paraplegic.

People never know what chain of events they set into motion on those days until the effect is finalised. They often wonder retrospectively, if that one seemingly small thing hadn’t happened on that seemingly normal day, what would my life look like?

Harry Styles would live to wonder often what his life would have become had he not met Aurora Walker, that fateful day in his second last year of high school.

He went home to his tiny flat that night, truly believing the most significant thing which had happened to him was starting a new school. Sure, it was true in a way, as without having made that move his path would have never crossed hers. It was hard to pin the true beginning of the butterfly effect. It was far easier to identify an event a little further down the line. One that had a more tangible effect on the result.

It would not be until the end of the next year he would look back on this day and pinpoint that moment.

He was standing outside of the administration waiting expectantly. Harry was growing more uneasy with each passing second. He really didn’t want to be that guy that walked around with his nose in the school map trying to find his way to class. His options, however, were dwindling with each passing minute. His ‘buddy’ was meant to be here fifteen minutes ago, and first bell was quickly approaching. He had no idea where his first class was.

Just as he was getting ready to turn back into the office and ask the receptionist where he was going, y/n walked straight up to him.

“You’re late,” he tried not to sound irritated, just observational. He didn’t nail it.

“No, I’m not,” she smiled sweetly, a small laugh bubbling in her throat.

“Uh-“ he started to protest, but she didn’t give him the chance.

“I’m not Bailey,” she explained, “I’m pretty sure he’s forgotten about you.”

“He a friend of yours?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

“No, he’s just an asshole. This is typical Bailey behaviour,” she turned, starting to walk away. Harry didn’t move a muscle, uncertain. She looked back at him. “Are you coming or what?”

“We’re in the same form,” she supplied, as if that helped him understand why she had shown up there to show him the way when it was not at all her job.

“Right.”

He was looking around, trying to familiarise himself with his surroundings. He had declined the offer to tour the school before starting. He was not a parent trying to ensure their child had the best education possible. He was just a guy trying to get an education, it didn’t matter to him where that was.

The journey was silent. Harry contemplated how to spark a conversation when she spoke first, “Well here you are.” With a slight nod of acknowledgement and a little smile, she dismissed herself and made a beeline for the back of the classroom, taking her usual seat by herself.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

Harry would think back eighteen months from this moment and consider all the pain they could have been spared if only Bailey had remembered to show him to class. It would be far from the last time he had that thought.