#hey sister soul sister~

[kuinaoflight]

Kuina my dear, guess what! I got us matching friendship T-shirts!

Kukki! These are so cute! Hatter's gonna have to yank this off me cause I'm wearing it right now and running around the Beach with it on.

-Kuina

[secondbeatsongs]

"Hey, Soul Sister" with every first beat removed

[demaparbat-hp]

Regarding the Cherry Wine Incident.

[freedomfireflies]

Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister Masterlist

Famous!Harry x You

*This story contains Mature and Explicit Content. Take care of yourself first, only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

~ Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister (Pt. 1)

You and Harry wake up after a wild, drunken night to find out you're more than strangers. You're married.

~ That's Daddy to You (Pt. 2)

You and Harry agree to stay married for a couple months until the press blows over.

~ Ask Me Nicely* (Pt. 3)

Harry happens to like being your good boy.

~ And They Were Roommates (Pt. 4)

You and Harry agree to live together. At least until you kill him.

~ A Losing Game* (Pt. 5)

You and Harry have agreed not to sleep together again. But maybe you need to remind him what he's missing.

~ Mrs. Harry Styles* (Pt. 6)

Turns out, Harry might be a terrible husband, but he sure can fuck.

~ Unbearable (Pt. 7)

You finally tell your best friend that you and Harry got married as a mistake. But maybe it doesn't feel like a mistake anymore...

~ Maybe (Pt. 8)

You and Harry decide that it might be time for a divorce.

~ Sign Here (Pt. 9 - Final)

Or maybe...being Harry's wife isn't so bad after all.

Check In:

~ You and Harry Are Having a Baby

[heyjudegcv]

Blaine Anderson s2e9

I can be myself now finally In fact there's nothing I can't be I want the world to see you be with me

[mogcubed]

flowey undertale they could never make me hate you

[hausofanya]

“you know, i should have asked if i could get free tickets.”

cléo sighs wistfully, sending the camera a pout before she shrugs one shoulder gracefully. “guess i really will have to fight a teenager for a good spot. get ready to defend your honor.”

“but enough of that. let’s find out next guest…ooh!”

cléo brightens as she spots someone off camera once again, beckoning the camera to follow her as she taps her shoulder lightly. “a moment of your time, please and thank you!”

“of course, of course. hi darling!” kaia turns to cléo with a gracious, warm smile, smoothing down the white silk of her gown with a practiced grace. “i’m hiiragi kaoru of hiraeth—though everyone here calls me kaia, the proclaimed princess of japan!” she laughs, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint when mentioning one of her titles.

“i’m also one of tonight’s hosts, though certainly not as beloved as our wonderful cléo here!” she adds with a hint of mischief, her warmth and excitement shining as she shares a quick, friendly look with the other.

“oh, stop,” cléo laughs, waving the other off with a bashful grin. “i’m really glad to see you here! you’re stunning—what are you wearing?”

“thank you, thank you! i’m wearing a custom-made pinkong gown,” she says, giving a graceful, slow twirl to show off the elegant dress, finishing with a light fluff of the bow tied around her neck. “isn't it lovely? i heard it's from their latest bridal collection, but they gave it a special twist just for me and tonight's event.”

“you were definitely someone muse in a past life, that’s for sure. if you’ll allow me to be nosy for a few minutes—what are three things you can’t live without?”

“my girls, obviously, but i suppose that’s a bit too obvious, isn’t it?” she says, tapping her finger thoughtfully against her chin. “so i’d say… my personal laptop— there’s so much in there, from music to very interesting photos i could totally use for blackmail,” she teases, scrunching her nose to show she’s joking.

“then, my favorite sunglasses—can’t go anywhere without them—and my charger, since my phone’s battery is always low.” she pauses, laughing, “in fact, i think it’s low as we speak! i was hit with a 20% message before coming here.”

“braver than the marines for that,” cléo gives another salute, “i start fidgeting when my battery is below 60 percent. on power saving mode. solid answers! anything mind blowing happen to you this year?”

kaia hums, pursing her glossy lips for a second or two. “does it matter if it’s not career related? and that it’s not as dramatic? because we spent this summer at poppy’s place in lake como, and…” cléo looks intrigued as kaia laughs, “i may have tokyo-drifted a boat a little too hard.”

cléo then snorts as kaia makes a playful swooping motion with her hand. “yvan almost became one with the fishies! luckily, nothing bad happened, but poppy says i’m officially banned from driving a boat ever again.”

“i’m sure it’s not that hard.. it’s kinda like mario kart, right?” kaia hides her smile as cléo inquires the camera as if asking for an answer. “i bet i could drive a boat, no problem.”

“now we know hiraeth was nominated for a bunch of awards collectively, to which—congrats! but i want to know how you feel about everyone else.”

“i fear you won’t get any drama from me tonight, dear. at least not tonight.” she pouts when cléo sighs dramatically, placing a hand on her chest before giggling. “i think everyone—us, my members, all the these incredible people, and… that man,” she adds with a playful cringe at the mention of the ‘villain,’ “—truly deserved their nominations. i’m excited to see who goes home with one, or maybe a handful of awards.”

“well! certain people definitely deserved their nominations. i can only hope the public crowns them as such.” cléo’s stare into the camera is relaxed but clearly pointed, rolling her eyes before going back to a causal smile. “but speaking of weirdos and degenerates and villains… what’s the weirdest thing someone has done to get your attention?”

“okay, so,” she nods, casually pushing a strand of hair behind her diamond-studded ear, “this isn’t really that weird, but it definitely is, because how the hell did they get my address—”

“i swear this has happened to everyone at least once.” cléo shakes her head, “it’s almost like artists are people who deserve basic human rights.”

“right? but there was this fan from a tiny little town in europe, i think? well, they sent me a giant box filled with this one mexican snack i mentioned loving the last time we were in mexico. they shipped it all the way from another country to my place. pretty weird, no?” she extends her gloved hand as if to emphasize her point, a playful expression on her face.

“the snacks were delicious, no doubt about it, but it was weird. and, yeah, you guessed it, i had to move out of there.”

“you’re better than me… i had a situation where someone wedged a spy cam into a cute plushie and now i no longer like that specific character anymore.” cléo huffs, “you guys are weird.” she then takes kaia’s hand in an attempt to lighten the mood, adding on, “i’m collecting idols for a collective group therapy session. you’ve been formally invited!”

as kaia laughs, cléo moves forward with the rest of her questions. “especially since everyone seems to have weird search histories. do you also have weird searches?”

she pauses at the question, something akin to hesitation playing on her face before her voice rings out firm yet teasing. “i googled poppy and i’s ship name.” she shrugs, a light laugh escaping her lips as cléo gasps a faint ooh! “look, i was on the hunt for this one picture i knew the shippers had because it’s one of our favorites, but none of us had it on hand, and we really wanted to see something.” she adds with a grin, raising a finger to tap against her temple. “word of advice: when in doubt, just lurk the shippers for a minute. no more. then, she mumbles awkwardly, “you find out a loooot of things there...”

kaia hums, nodding slowly. “well, i watched anime, and i wanted to be sailor moon,” she laughs, a twinkle lighting up her eyes at the mention of her favorite franchise. cléo nods with excited interest. “but wait—now that i’m thinking about it, saying that isn’t too far-fetched! we did have a sailor moon collab in one of our past eras, and there’s been talks about doing something fun again, so dreams really do come true, after all.”

quickly, she moves her index finger close to her lips, her expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. “but you didn’t hear that from me, okay?”

quickly, she straightens up, a gloved hand playfully tugging at the lace around her neck as she continues. “but i’ll be honest; acting has never really been on my mind.” she pauses, her brow furrowing in thought. “though, every time i watch moulin rouge—and this happens often, by the way—i can’t help but imagine myself as satine.” her smile brightens, a hint of excitement in her voice, “maybe one day?”

“rooting for you! moulin rouge is a gorgeous production. i saw it on broadway a few years ago and it changed my life.” cléo nods sagely, “i think it’s up there for me with chicago and kinky boots. hope you get the role!”

“and now… for my last question,” cléo’s brows raise as a cheeky smile spreads across her lips. “any relationship details you wanna spill? just for me? pretty please with angel wings?”

“oh nooooooo,” kaia mumbles, shaking her head with a playful grin as teasing tsk’s start escaping her lips. “i’m really sorry to disappoint, but there’s no one in my life. it’s just me, my pen, and my members.” she pouts dramatically, her expression exaggerated as if the revelation is a major letdown.

“i know it must be a bummer,” she adds sarcastically as cléo wilts, a hint of humor playing in her tone and expression, “i’m fully aware that i’m ‘shipped’ with half the industry—poppy included.” a sparkle of mischief flickers in her eyes at the mention of her bandmate, who often blushed whenever their pairing was brought up. “but yeah, no.”

clearing her throat, kaia straightens up, her demeanor transforming into one of elegant poise, a striking contrast to her earlier playful spirit. “what can i say? i’m very career-driven.” she shrugs with a radiant smile, embracing her dedication with a hint of pride in her eyes.

“aw. well thank you for indulging me,” cléo smiles as she waves her off, “and have a good rest of your night!”

when kaia leaves, cléo hums in thought. “kinky boots is such a good production. god bless musical theater and billy porter.”

you can find kaia at @almostyours ! thanks for joining the event !

[cryscendo]

GLEE

Season 2 (pt. 2) | September 21, 2010 – May 24, 2011

[myimaginaryradio]

Hey, Soul Sister - Train

I'd like to send this one out to the @impala-dreamer . I'm pretty sure she mentioned how much she loves it. Pretty sure anyway.

[joyfuladorable]

< Prev Doodles | First Set of Doodles

Surprise, @redstringraven!! Guess who watched a playthrough of Horizon Forbidden West AND the DLC Burning Shores and Then proceeded to reread Pretend that I Never Left and draw Four More DOODLE PAGES!!!! To all the 2k3 Mikey fans out there, this is the fic for you!

[parme-san]

why don't they ever say lasagna in hey soul sister it really seems like a song you could have dropped a line about lasagna in

[gordonstanheight]

i cannot believe these are actually the words said in this song

[neogoed12clips]

Train - Hey, Soul Sister

[freedomfireflies]

It’s been a while since we checked in on Mr & Mrs Hey soul sister and their baby girl.

🥹🥹🥹 you're so right!!! THIS IS SUPER QUICK BUT THIS IS HOW THEY ARE!!! 😭💞

“Oh? Where’d she go? Where’d Layla go? Aaa! There she is!”

Layla laughs – a rather wet laugh – as her daddy disappears behind his hands only to pop back out with glee.

You smile from your spot on the sofa, watching your two favorite people in the entire world make each other giggle.

“I can’t believe she’s getting so big,” he muses, grinning wildly when she takes hold of his finger and refuses to let go.

“I know,” you agree, a melancholy ripple in your chest. “She’s already turning into a Mr. Hey Soul Sister 2.0.”

He smirks, glancing over her face. “Damn right she is. I knew she’d be a Daddy’s girl.”

“Well, she’s not the first,” you retort teasingly, to which he chuckles.

“Is that right?”

“Mhm.”

“Aw, now you’re gonna make me feel bad. Have I been neglecting my best girl?”

Your eyes roll but you can't help feeling slightly enamored. “Ha, ha. Very funny. All right, can you please take your daughter to bed now? I let her stay up an extra five minutes, but she’s gotta go down.”

Harry begins to pout, instantly pulling her from her mat to clutch her against his chest protectively. “Five more minutes.”

Laughing, you say, “Harry, come on—”

“Please,” he nearly whines, pressing his cheek to her forehead. “We’ll both be so good. Won’t make a peep and then we’ll go down.”

Your glare is playful. “You said that five minutes ago.”

“…yeah, well, now I mean it.”

“Harry!”

“What?”

Your head shakes. “Come on, we both know how grumpy she gets if she doesn’t get enough sleep.”

Feigning a wounded gasp, he holds her closer. “You take that back. She is a perfect angel, and she would never throw a hissy fit or chuck things at my head.”

“Be that as it may," you retort, although you can't help giggling at the memory, "she’s sleepy, and she needs to go down, all right? I know it hurts, but you can play with her tomorrow.”

Harry glances over to see Layla mid-yawn, and he smiles gleefully at the way her one bottom tooth shimmers from behind her lip. “All right, fine. What Mommy wants, Mommy gets.”

You smirk again at the nickname before he’s taking the small child toward her bedroom, disappearing into the darkness to tuck her into her crib.

And it's then that it hits you. This moment, this relationship. How happy you are to be in your home, with your husband, and your precious child. How a night of drunken mistakes has led you into the best chapter of your entire life.

How grateful you are to him for everything he's given you.

When Harry returns to the living room, this is how he finds you. With tears in your eyes that are mercilessly beginning to slip down your cheeks.

Instantly his expression drops, and he rushes forward, hand pressing to your jaw lovingly. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong? What happened?”

Sniffling, you press yourself into his palm. “I just…I love you. So much. And I love her. She’s so beautiful. And so are you. And I just...I feel so lucky. I'm so happy, H—”

He takes a seat beside you and quickly pulls you into his embrace, burying your face in his chest as he whispers, “I know. I know, baby. Me, too. M’so goddamn lucky to have you two in my life.”

You fist his shirt in the same way Layla does. “I love you, Har. So much.”

He presses his lips to the crown of your head. “I love you, darling. More than anything in the world.”

You smile softly, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as you indulge in his touch. And it's perfect, this moment.

“...even though you gave our daughter shit taste in music,” he adds, and you laugh as you lightly swat at him, now feeling much better.

“She has excellent taste," you argue. "She knows the difference between a good song and whatever the hell the music you listen to is.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“It is.”

“Sure, okay,” he snorts before taking a beat. “At least we know she likes Fleetwood Mac. Otherwise, that could have been a disaster.”

“Oh, we would have had to disown her.”

"Absolutely."

You both smile at the thought before he gently tilts your head back to meet your eye.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers.

“Always.”

“…I’m starting to think Gimme, Gimme, Gimme is better than Dancing Queen.”

Gasping, you sit up. “Oh, yes. I knew it, I fucking knew it. See? Do you see?”

Harry laughs. "I already regret this—”

“You regret having good taste? Well, I guess that checks out.” You place yourself on his lap, knees on either side of his hips while he holds you steady. “You have made some questionable choices in your career.”

“Oh, have I?” His smile is smug as he looks up at you. 

“You have. And then you met me. You’re welcome.”

He laughs, and it’s so beautifully full of life. “I guess I never thanked you properly.”

“No. No you did not.”

He leans forward, lips just barely ghosting across yours until your breath hitches. “Then by all means...allow me to fix that.”

You can’t help the excitable tremor in your chest as you kiss your husband. The love of your life and the father of your beautiful baby girl. “Yeah?”

He smirks, arm looping around your back.

“Yeah.”

~ Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister pt. 1

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

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[romanticfistfightz]

BRUH???? ? got mcr-d by an uber. hello. hello????????????????

[unusualsims]

What started out as friendship, has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show I tell myself that I can't hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear