ما ادم بد هایی هستیم که از ادمای بدتر پول میگیریم تا دهن ادمای خیلی بد رو سرویس کنیم:)

تو نميتوني به رقصيدن با شيطان ادامه بدي و بپرسي چرا هنوز تو جهنمي داكوتا. [ sexual contact ] [ Harry Styles AU ]

He was like a moon part of him was always hidden. اون شبیه ماه بود قسمتی از اون همیشه مخفی بود.

«احمق‌ها» من معمار نیستم ولی می‌دونم پیش از این که قصر بسازی باید آلونکت رو خراب کنی. نمی‌تونی روی همون زمینی که آلونک داری قصر رو هم بخوای. قبل از این که برجت ده‌ها متر بالا بره... اول باید چند ده متری رو پِی بکنی و پایین بری. من معمار نیستم ولی زیاد تو حرفه‌ی این و اون سرک می‌کشم : ) A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

از خودت بیرون بیا. برگرد. بهش نگاه کن. ترسناکه، نیست؟

هرى به صورت انتخابى لال ، ضد اجتماعى و از نظر ظاهرى يه پانكه. اون بدنش رو تتو كرده و روى پوستش پيرسينگ ميزاره. اون فكر ميكرد كه تنها بودن ايرادى نداره ، اما خيلى زود متوجه شد كه اشتباه ميكرده. [ Punk Harry Styles AU ] (Persian Translation) Copyright All Rights Reserved @phantomlinson Translated By : @Imatineh

گاهی اوقات بعضی ها فقط متولد میشن تا میزبان تاریکی محض باشن... میزبان شیطان... زندگی... اون به هیچ وجه چیزی که توی قصه‌ی پری ها تعریف میشه نیست... زندگی واقعی اینجاست... بین هرم سرد نفس هاش... بین این بازوهایه امن و بی احساس... بین این لب هایه سردو شیطانی... بین تاریکی ای که خنجر انعکاسش با بیرحمی در قلب همه فرو میره و همه رو در خودش حل میکنه... و حالا من دارمش... تاریکی دوست داشتنی خودمو... _qazal Larry stylinson L.p

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

After a chance encounter, social worker Nia Cole and novelist Harry Styles navigate through the trials and tribulations of young adulthood together. A story of rediscovery and rebirth, a Sunflower and its Sun. ---------- 'Look, no offense, but I don't really know you,' I say scooting over to give us a little space. 'Plus, you wouldn't wanna hear about it. You seem like a really...positive, person. Might fuck with your energy.' 'I don't know if that 'positive' was supposed to be a compliment or an insult but my energy's quite alright,' He says with a chuckle. 'You'd be 'fucking with my energy' if you didn't tell me.' 'But why-' '-Besides,' He interjects, tugging the sleeve on his jacket and pulling me closer to him as if that was where I belonged. 'It doesn't matter because we won't see each other again.' The tone of his last sentence walked a fine line between melancholic and contemplative, as though the thought of us never seeing each other again was an injustice of fate. My heart sank once I realized that he was right. Those deep green eyes of his fixated on mine, searching for any sign that I felt the same disappointment towards the inevitable. I did. Missing a person I hardly knew felt senseless, but so was lying to myself. -------------- Started: April 8, 2020 | ongoing