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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.
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~ You and Harry Are Having a Baby
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A/N- finn is hot- don't try to fight me on this
Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Ch. 25
Word Count- 3.2k
Warnings- mentions of STDS, sex, condoms, bananas, THEO, decapitation, Kardashians
“Why are you smiling like that?” I finish applying the lipstick Rebekah sent me as an apology gift for attacking Elena, and glance over to Theo leaning against the doorframe.
“I just had a good dream,” I mumble as I stand up from my desk and grab my jacket.
Theo hums.
“So it has nothing to do with you letting that mutt slobber all over you last night…or his brother coming over right after and spending the night with you… I must say sister, juggling two bitches,” Theo wipes away a fake tear, “I’m so proud of you.”
I whip around and glare at him, “Theodore Monty Y/l/n, watch it!”
Theo smirks at me and raises his hands.
“All I’m saying is that like 3 weeks ago the only side piece you had on your arm was Elena, and now you’ve got two brothers. Upgrades sister, hell ya!”
Theo throws out his palm for me to high-five. I don’t. Instead, I walk around him and down the hallway to the front door.
Theo continues to speak.
“Now I know you’ve had zero playtime soooo I think we should chat about this. For example, we should have the talk.”
I freeze.
“Theo, I will smother you in your sleep if you continue to talk.”
“Y/n, I don’t like children, I don’t want any nieces or nephews running around.”
I glare over my shoulder at him, “They’re vampires, you dimwit. They can’t have kids.”
Theo thinks to himself for a moment before nodding, “Okay. Well, what about STDs? What if there are vampire STDs you could catch? One look at that mutt from last night and I bet he’s got something you can catch other than fleas.”
I feel my face drop as Theo continues to mutter things to himself about vampire sexually transmitted diseases.
I shake my head, open the front door, and leave the house, hearing Theo call from behind me.
“Fine run! But don’t think for a second young lady that we won’t be discussing things later! And trust next time I see either one of those fools I will be asking them about Vamp STDs!”
At that exact moment, our 82-year-old neighbor Shelley, exits her house. I’m pretty sure her look of pure shock and horror mirrors mine.
“Oh hi Mrs. Davenport,” Theo yells happily.
—
“Hey Bonnie, how are you?”
The phone line is silent for a moment as I hear Bonnie closing a door.
“I’m fine…I guess. My mom’s going to finish her transition,” Bonnie’s sad voice makes me frown as I stare at the red light in front of me.
“I’m sorry, Bonnie,” I think back to last night and try to shake away the image of Esther’s decapitated head from my head, “If I would’ve known your mother…”
“Don’t apoligize, Y/n. It’s not your fault. And ya… it sucks she has to become a vampire but…it beats losing you or Elena. And I swear, Y/n, as soon as Damon told me that if the originals died, you would die with them, I tried stopping the spell. I would have never done it in the first place if I knew you’d die too.”
Bonnie’s earnest voice makes me smile, “I trust you, Bon. And thank you.”
I hear someone say something to Bonnie and she sighs, “I’ve got to go.”
“It’s ok, Bonnie. We’ll talk soon. Give yourself some time with your mother before coming back to this mess over here. You deserve it.”
“Okay, thank you. And when I get back we’ll find a way to get you out of that soul bond mess and away from the Mikaelsons.”
“Uh, ya, ok. Bye, Bonnie.”
I end the call and pull into the Grill’s parking lot. As I step out of my car, cross the street, and enter the grill, one thought won’t leave my head.
“What if I don’t want to break the bond?”
—
“Y/n?”
I stop walking and smile when my eyes meet Finn’s brown ones.
“Hey, Finn,” I slide into the seat in the booth across from him and can’t help but smile at the obvious discomfort he has plastered on his face.
“You look…”
“Uncomfortable…yes I know. A lot of things have changed since I was last part of civilization,” Finn fiddles with the ring on his middle finger and it reminds me of the anxious tic I do quite often.
“We could’ve met somewhere else. I know that being in big crowds like this unsettles me too,” I smile softly at him.
Finn eyes a group of passersby wearily but still shakes his head, “No…I’m alright. If I’m going to be a part of this world I’ve got to learn to live with these things.”
I nod, “Okay. So, why exactly did you have Rebekah call me to meet you here?” Finn turns his attention away from a drunk woman who seems to be having the time of her life, “You said you’d help me find my Rose.”
Oh…ya I did.
I cringe slightly, “So here’s the thing Finn,” I’m about to tell Finn that there is no way in hell Bonnie would agree to bring another old ass vampire to Mystic Falls after what just went down, but as I look at the helpless expression on Finn’s face and the loneliness in his eyes, something in my breaks, “My witch is currently out of town for a family thing,” Finn’s shoulders sag and his face drops, “But, she said she’d be happy to help as soon as she gets back.”
Finn eyes me for a moment before a soft smile on his face appears, “I’ve waited 900 years for her…a little longer will be fine. Thank you for helping me, Y/n, I know you don’t have to but…”
“Finn we’re friends, that’s what friends do,” I say simply and Finn frowns.
“Friends?”
The way he says the word aloud is as if he’s never heard it before.
“I mean you don’t have to be my friend, I was just-”
“I would like it,” Finn interrupts me, “It’s just that I’ve never really…had one before.”
His words bring back memories of me crying in my room, wondering why no one ever wanted to be around me and it makes me realize just how much me and this 1,000-year-old man have in common.
“Well, I just got my first friend like 3 months ago, so I’m pretty new to this whole friend thing too.”
Finn frowns, “I don’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to be friends with you.”
I shrug, “I’m peculiar, remember?”
Finn’s upper lip twitches, “That we are.”
—
“Wait… so Kim is the oldest?”
I groan at Finn’s words, “Finnias, no! We’ve been over this Kourtney is the oldest! Kim is the one dating Kanye.”
Finn nods thoughtfully, “And we don’t like Kanye?”
I shake my head, “No because he was mean to Taylor Swift.”
I watch as the wheels turn in Finn’s head as he continues to piece together all the information on pop culture I’ve given him in the past hour.
“Alright, I think I’m understanding. Actually…remind me again who Hannah Montana is?”
“Well, don’t you two look comfy together!”
I roll my eyes as I turn to see Demon Salvawhore smirking down at Finnias and I.
“What do you want, Demon?”
“I thought his name was Damon,” Finn questions me with a confused look.
“It is, but I still haven’t seen him and Lucifer in the same place at once so I call him Demon.”
Finn nods but looks down at his hands with a confused look.
“I just saw you two here chatting it up so I thought I might come say hi.”
“Well, we’re kind of in the middle of something here. So feel free to take your leave,” I glare at him.
“It’s alright, Y/n,” Finn says and I turn to see him getting out of the booth, “I should probably get back to make sure my siblings are still alright. But…thank you, for today and helping me.”
I smile up at Finn, “Anytime, Finnieas. And I’ll talk to Klaus about buying you that phone so I can show you how to text.”
Finn nods his head, smiling, and then walks away.
My smile falls as I glance back to Demon.
“What do you want?” “Why are you avoiding me?”
I blink slowly at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Damon gives me an “Are you serious” look.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Pukey. I’ve tried calling you all night last night and all this morning. Only to find you here with yet another original.”
I stand up and glare at him, “Finn is my friend.”
“Ya? Just like Elijah and Klaus are right?”
This bitch.
“I’m not doing this with you right now, Damon. Leave me alone.”
I turn and walk away but Damon’s hand grabs my upper arm.
“Y/n, stop.”
“Is there a problem here, Y/n?”
I turn to my right to find Rebekah at my side, glaring at Damon.
“No, Rebekah. Nothing I can’t handle.”
Rebekah smiles at me but doesn’t move.
Damon drops my arm but doesn’t leave, “Why are you mad at me?”
It’s my turn to give him an “Are you serious” look, “Really Damon?! You almost killed the Mikaelson yesterday, which almost killed me, and then you actually did kill Bonnie’s mom who is now turning into a vampire?!”
Damon rolls his eyes and I fight the urge to slap him.
“Bonnie’s mom needed to die,” He says simply and I glare at him.
“And why was that?”
Damon doesn’t blink, “Because it came down to you or her,” His voice comes out strong, “And I’d pretty much kill everyone in this town if it meant my best friend stayed alive.”
Oh, Jesus Christ, I’m going to cry.
“Oh…”
Damon tilts his head, annoyed, “That’s all you have to say. Oh?”
The next thing I know I’m throwing my arms around him.
Damon doesn’t move for a moment, but after a few seconds his arms wrap around me and he pats my head awkwardly, “Ya, okay, Pukey. Love you too.”
I let go of Damon and fight back tears in my eyes. Damon rolls his eyes and fies his jacket trying to act tough.
“You’re too emotional,” He says nonchalantly.
I punch him in the arm, “You just called me your best friend. Not takebacks, Demon.”
Damon rolls his eyes dramatically, “Ya whatever, Pukey.”
He reaches out a hand and messes up my hair before turning around and walking away, not before I spot the small smile on his face.
“You guys are odd.”
Rebekah’s British accent makes me remember she’s standing beside me.
“Ya, kind of.”
Rebekah rolls her blue eyes and a wave of jealousy flows through me. How is it that someone can be this pretty?!
“So…Elijah didn’t come back until early this morning,” Rebekah’s lips morph into a smirk, “Do you know anything about that?”
I feel my face heat up, “Um…nope.”
Rebekah raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure? Because the smile that was plastered on his face all this morning says otherwise.”
I furrow my brows, “What does him smiling have to do with me?”
Rebekah gives me an “Are you serious” look, guess it’s common today, “Maybe because the only time my older brother smiles is when he’s around you…And he was really smiling this morning.”
At her tone I freeze, “Wait…do you think that we…” I move my hands around, “Y’know…”
Rebekah raises an eyebrow at me, “Well, didn’t you?”
I shake my head viciously, “No! All we did was kiss and then he watched Coraline with me until I went to sleep!”
Rebekah’s face falls, “Seriously? You’ve got my older brother all giddy after one kiss.”
I shrug, “I doubt he was “giddy”.
Rebekah nods her head, “Oh trust me, he was practically singing when he was making his morning coffee.
I snort out a laugh at her words and try to imagine Elijah singing.
“I like seeing him that way…happy. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of my siblings like that.”
At her solemn voice, I frown, “How are you doing? After everything…”
Rebekah shrugs, “I’m fine. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t be.”
Her dismissal has me frowning deeper, “Bekah, you’re mother died. I know that she tried to kill you but it doesn’t change the fact that she was still your mother.”
Rebekah looks at me but her face doesn’t betray how she’s really feeling, “I’m fine, Y/n. Finn was the mummy’s boy. I don’t give a damn about that woman.”
I nod but still don’t believe her, “Well if you ever do need to talk to someone. You can always call me.”
Rebekah eyes me for a moment skeptically, then nods, “I won’t need to but…thanks. I guess,” Her attention strays for a moment, “There is someone I need to go talk to. Goodbye, Y/n.”
“Bye, Rebekah.”
—
I pull into my driveway but feel a frown come over my face as I notice an unfamiliar expensive-looking black car in my usual parking spot.
I park beside it and hurry into the house, worrying about Theo.
“Theo! Are you okay-”
“So, both of you have your bananas, and these right here are condoms,” I turn the corner and my jaw drops as I see Theo holding up a banana and a Trojan condom. An unfamiliar sound comes out of my mouth when I look at the two figures sitting on the couch before him with bananas in their hands and annoyed looks on their faces. Klaus and Elijah.
“Theo what the hell are you doing?!?”
My yell of utter horror catches the three men’s attention.
“Oh, goody! Sister, I’m glad you’re here,” Theo drops his banana on the coffee table before Klaus and Elijah, a table that is covered in condoms and STD pamphlets, “After our little talk this morning I got to thinking and decided that if you and I aren’t going to talk about the elephants in the room, I’d just call up your boyfriends and have that chat with them myself.”
I stare wide-eyed at Elijah and Klaus, “And you both agreed to this?!?”
Elijah releases a deep sigh and Klaus glares at my little brother, “Your infant here called us and said we had to get over here because you were in danger.”
Theo raises his hands, “YES! In danger of catching a vampire STD.”
“Theo! Those don’t exist,” I screech at him.
“That’s exactly what we’ve tried to explain to him for the past 30 minutes, Elskan. For some reason, it isn’t sticking,” Elijah raises his head and shoots a dirty look at my brother.
“Thirty minutes!? You’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes letting my 16-year-old brother have the sex talk with you!?”
“Well, 15 of those minutes were filled with threats,” Klaus mutters.
I glare at him, “I thought I told you to stop threatening my brother.”
Klaus turns his glare onto me and raises his hands in exhaustion, “The threats were from him, Love! And they were quite imaginative.”
“Thank you, I’ve been working on them for a while now,” Theo smirks at Klaus, and the hybrid growls at him.
“Niklaus, please,” Elijah sighs.
Theo turns his attention back onto me, “Well now that you’re here,” He drags me over to a chair and pushes me down into, “I can finally give you the talk.”
“What talk,” Elijah asks confused.
Theo looks at him like he’s stupid, “The sex talk, dumbass. Since you,” He points to Elijah, “Like to spend the night in my sister’s bed without asking me permission. And you,” He points to Klaus, “Like to slobber all over her like the dog you are. I thought it would be a good idea to have this discussion before things move further. Now gentleman pick your bananas back up.”
“Theo! NO!”
Theo ignores me and smiles at Klaus and Elijah, who haven’t moved.
“One more dog joke out of you, Theodora and I swear I’ll-”
“Niklaus!”
Elijah and Klaus eye each other and Theo just stands there tapping his shoe on the hardwood floor.
“Theo go to your room, right now,” I stand up and glare at him, “We are not having this discussion right now…or ever!”
“But the vampire STDS!”
“Theodore there are no such things as vampire STDS! GO TO YOUR ROOM!”
My yelling has all three men looking at me wearily.
Theo raises his hands in surrender, “Ok, fine. Just trying to help.”
“And leave the condom here!”
Theo halts and turns back to the table and Klaus, Elijah, and I watch as Theo empties maybe 30 condoms from his jeans.
“Bloody hell,” Klaus mutters.
I glare at Theo as he skips out of the living room and down the hall to his room. As soon as I hear his door close I run a hand over my face.
“Elskan-”
I raise a hand stopping Elijah before he can continue.
“Nope. Whatever you’re going to say…just nope.”
“Well, I’m never going to look at a banana the same way,” Klaus’ says sarcastically and I’m silent for a moment before a loud laugh escapes my mouth.
I move my hands from my face and find Klaus smirking at me, and Elijah smiling softly at me with a bright look in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you both just leave,” I asked incredulously, “You two are the strongest and oldest creatures alive, and yet you stayed to have a teenage boy teach you how condoms work?!”
Klaus and Elijah side-eye each other.
Elijah stands from his seat and fixes his suit jacket, “When we heard that you were in danger we hurried over here as fast as we could…but when we came inside and found this,” He gestures to the table of condoms and bananas, “We were going to leave.”
“And then Theodora locked the door behind us and told us that if we didn’t sit down and shut up he’d never give us his approval. And then said that we can bet our asses that if we don’t have his approval, you’d never speak to us again. I of course told him to go to hell but my brother here sat down like the good boy he is,” Klaus says and rolls his eyes.
“And yet you’re still here,” Elijah mutters.
“So let me get this straight,” I look to both of them, “You endured Theo’s company for 30 minutes, just because you want his approval?!”
“If his approval means you accepting us…then of course we did.”
Klaus mutters something about Theo and daggers, but I ignore him.
“You really care that much?”
Klaus and Elijah both give me “Are you serious” looks.
“Love, I thought we made our thoughts about you quite known,” Klaus says as he stands, “We want you. Even if that means you come with a less than exceptional little brother as baggage.”
I snort at Klaus’ words and Elijah walks across the table and over to me, “There is nothing in this world I desire more than your company and happiness, Y/n. Please believe me when I say that.”
I feel my face heat up at the attention of the two men and I nod.
“I believe you.”
“Great,” Klaus says then pauses, “Also…I was just wondering what exactly was discussed by you and Theodora to warrant all of this,” He gestures to the table with a smirk.
Oh fuck.
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Guys my age
Paring: Luke Castellan x Curvy AphroditeFem! reader
Req: hii can you please write a prompt in which Luke is 19 and reader is 16 and he thinks the age gap is too much as doesn’t see her as anything more than the kid he is counselling, but she’s an Aphrodite child so she doesn’t mind the chase, you can make it smut or not iyw!! also do you maybe mind making the reader like chubby/curvy? i love your work!! 🫶🫶 - 💜 Anon
ofc u can be!!! also omg i actually kinda hate this but whatever… hope u enjoy!
Warnings: MDNI, big age gap, cursing, drinking, use of smoking, reader implied to be curvy
Luke Castellan, a 19-year-old at the infamous Camp Half-Blood, stood tall and pretty almost like a loyal dog, and that made it near impossible for anyone to resist his charm, he’d had a go at almost all of the girls at camp half-blood, including all of my beautiful half sisters.
His unruly curly brown hair framed his handsome face, and deep brown eyes, which seemed to look straight into my soul whenever he gave me a task, even something as simple as asking to clean my dorm, held a hint of mystery. A small scar on his upper cheek added an intriguing touch to his otherwise perfect appearance. Luke is the epitome of a golden boy, capturing the hearts and attention of girls of all ages, young and old.
I’m only 16, luke had never dare even batted an eye at me last year but this year, I came back to camp, determined for a chance to stare into those beautiful eyes and have it mean something for him too. Since last year, i’d started to… well develop. My body had formed into a nicer shape, i certainly grew into myself. My chest was definitely a lot bigger, I started using normal bras, no more training ones. My thighs were thick and beautiful, something many men wished to be suffocated with.
“hey gorgeous girl, you’ve certainly grown up” My half sister Silene winked at me, I only ever see her at camp and I was packing my stuff into my bed. I rolled my eyes and huffed at her.
“Silene seriously? i haven’t seen you in a year and that’s the best you’ve got?” I immediately hug the girl as she chuckles quite a bit at my sharp tongue, we all start talking to our other half siblings and that’s when one of them goes
“hey y/n, you do realise you’re now technically old enough to be going to the bonfire party?” my half sister smirked
The bonfire party was tradition, 16 and up campers, it involved heavy amounts of marijuana, alcohol and other illegal shit. It was an excuse for people to get drunk and hook up and deeply regret it the next morning or so i’ve heard. It’s almost like a “back to school” party but instead it’s back to camp. It happens on the one night that Chiron is away and Mr D is in charge, of course, you bribe him with some alcohol and suddenly everyone’s happy.
“yeah uhh i’ll go, we should start getting ready then i guess?” i say, a bit on edge of what’s about to happen.
As i’m getting ready, i’m being handed a black lacy corset top showing off my double d tits extremely well, i look in the mirror and smirk, this is one of those times i KNOW i looks good. I wore a mini skirt along with it, sure i looked like a slut but hey? what can you do?
I enter the Bonfire, the glow of the fire casually illuminating my face in a perfect light. In hand was a red solo cup with… tequila and some other concoction i’ve been handed, i take a sip and spot him. Luke Castellan, my camp counsellor and the man I was practically already on my knees for. He made his way over to me and looked me in the eyes.
“Y/n? wow you look… grown up” His eyes clearly wandered around my tits a lot more than they should’ve, and he almost looked as if he scolded his self for looking but i wanted him to, this whole outfit was for him
“oh yeah? in what way?” i smirked and slightly tilted my head, trying to seduce the boy infront of me
He cleared his throat and came back to eye contact “You’re uh.. you’re taller” no i wasn’t, it was a blatant lie, i hadn’t grown an inch over the year, i knew what he was talking about and smiled to myself about it.
“Let’s play truth or dare!” Luke and I both turn our heads to a very drunken silene who’s perched up on the table, some guy with his arms wrapped around her waist and mouth colliding with her jaw.
And who was anyone to say no to my beautiful sister? Soon everyone found themselves sitting in this circle, bottles of Tequila, Vodka, Whiskey, Jäger and other liquors in the middle of the circle, ready to be there for whoever backed down from a dare.
“Clarisse, truth or dare” An Apollo girl slurred, looking into clarisses eyes from across rhe circle. Clarisse smirked and in return took a sip of her drink.
“Dare” It wasn’t surprising, her choosing dare.
“I dare you, to kiss me” the apollo girl smirked at clarisse, they obviously had tension and clarisse made her way over and kissed her, passionately i might add. The entire circle cheered and cheered.
Clarisse suddenly averted her gaze to me, we’d been friends for a while now whenever I hung out with silene she would be there.
“y/n, truth or dare?” I felt myself nervously stare at her, a group of maybe 25 people waiting on my reply to this one simple question she’d asked. It wasn’t that hard of a question so i gave a simple answer.
“Dare” I wanted to play it safe, truth was too much for me right now, I knew it would end up in me having to tell a huge secret and I just wanted a casual night, nothing too crazy, which was why i was baffled as to what came out of Clarisses mouth next.
“I dare you to spend 7 minutes of heaven with the person you think is the hottest, and don’t try bullshit your way out of this lovebug” Clarisse was obviously feeling happy with herself, she was tipsy as one could be. Actually no, she was just shitfaced.
I felt my body begin to grow weak and i scanned my eyes across the room, except i found one thing. No matter how hard I looked around the room, my eyes were always drawn back to Luke castellan. The man himself.
“uhh luke…” I said, everyone cheered and Luke looked at me a bit confused as to why I’d chosen him. Nevertheless we walked into a secluded spot in the woods.
“Y/n I uh… why’d you pick me?” Luke looked at me as he leaned against a tree and i stood there looking up at him
“why not, they said to pick the hottest person there” I shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant.
“You do realise you’re far too young for me, sweetheart?” Luke muttered at me in a deepish voice.
“I know but what did three years ever do to anyone?” I smirked, it was time for me to use the powers my mother gave me and capture this boys beautiful heart.
“Y/n i- i was- no! still am, your camp counsellor, you don’t think this is a little weird? you coming onto me.. I mean, you’re hot but” Luke said conflicted with his own thoughts at this point.
“Oh would you shut up castellan I saw you looking at my tits earlier, don’t act like you’re surprised i’m coming onto you” I smirked at him, giving him doe eyes and fluttering my lashes
“you’re such a brat, you know that? you need to shut up, it will get you killed someday, that pretty mouth of yours” Luke furrowed his brows and almost scolded me
“how about you make me shut up?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered this seductively into his ear.
“oh I can think of a few ways” Suddenly I felt Luke’s warm tongue slip into my mouth, his deep kiss sending sparks to my pussy.
he pushes me against a tree, his hands roaming over my body possessively. “Fuck, you're so young and pretty, tell me, you ever fucked anyone?” Luke continued to say as he slipped his hands to the back bit of my corset top
“n-no, i’m all yours” i managed to breathe out, goosebumps trailing over my body from his cold hands unclasing my top.
His hands reach under my bra, feeling my soft skin. He leans in, kissing my neck, my collarbone, as his hands grope my breasts. His hot breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. “that’s perfect pretty girl, let me take care of you okay?” luke then continued to kiss my forehead and unclasp my bra
He looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now," he says, his voice low and husky. He starts to slip his hand up my mini skirt, his hands shaking slightly. “I bet your pussy is so tight and wet...”
i groan at his words, whimpering at the boys touch. “I- do it…”
“I can’t, I can’t ruin something as perfectly innocent as you” Luke looked at me in the eyes, piercing me with his gaze
“i’m less innocent than you think you know” I trailed my hands to unbutton his jeans and i watch his eyes widen
“what did you lie on your book log in elementary school?” he chuckled trying to distract himself from his hard on being revealed
“yknow i hump my pillow most nights wishing it was your dick” i whispered in his ear, i could feel the head flush on his face as his erection was poking into my thigh.
“fuck… pretty girl… that’s so hot, i wanna fuck you senseless, show you what a man is” he collided his lips to my collarbone and sloppily kissed it, his hands making his way to my soaked panties, rubbing it through them
“all soaked for me, pretty?” he looked up at me as i nodded, biting my lip to hold back a moan. I felt him slide my underwear off and crouch down, i felt the warmth of his hot breath against my sticky wet pussy, his tongue beginning to lap it, finding my clit and sucking on it with a pop.
I became a moaning mess, begging for mercy and for luke to continue fucking my hole with his tongue just the way he did. “mmmph~”
His hands spread my thighs wider apart as his mouth works its magic. His tongue swirls around my wet, throbbing flesh, sucking and licking with expertise. I can't help but moan loudly, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him even closer. “Luke... please...”
He can feel my body shaking with need as he continues to eat me out, his own arousal growing with each moan that escapes my lips. He sucks my clit hard, his fingers sliding inside me, curves up to rub against my G-spot. “Come for me, baby...”
His fingers pump in and out of me in a rhythm that matches his tongue on my swollen bud. The sensations overwhelm me, and I dig my heels into his back, shamelessly bucking against his face as I shatter, screaming out his name. “Luke...Luke...”
As I reach my peak, something inside me breaks. I convulse hard, and suddenly, a rush of liquid gushes out of me, drenching Luke's face. He moans approvingly, lapping up every drop like a thirsty man.
I become red from embarrassment and stare at the man in horror.. “oh my god luke did i- did i just pee on you?” Luke did nothing but grin at me, his wet face glistening in the moonlight
“No baby, it’s called squirting and it was the hottest thing ever” he grabbed my hands away from my face
After cleaning me up with his tongue, Luke gently lifts my legs over his shoulders, positioning himself at my entrance. He looks into my eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. “Okay, beautiful girl, this is going to hurt, but I'll be gentle”
I look up at him, tears welling in my eyes. He smiles softly, "Good girl. It'll start feeling good soon, I promise." He leans down to kiss me, his hips pulling back slightly before pushing in again, deeper this time.
As he continues to move in and out of me, his pace picking up slightly, Luke leans down to take one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His thumb finds my swollen bud, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Luke... oh god, Luke..."
I cry out as my orgasm hits, my vision blurring, my body trembling. Luke doesn't stop, fucking me through my climax, his own need evident in his face. "Fuck, pretty girl, you're so fucking tight right now. I can feel your little pussy squeezing me."
As he thrusts into me, his pace becomes erratic, his breathing heavy. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Y/n. I don't know where to put it all," he groans, his eyes wild with need. "Where do you want it, huh?"
I gave Luke those oh so beautifully innocent doe eyes he’s currently corrupting, i batter my eyelashes and whimper as i speak
“I want you to do it inside of me luke” Luke’s eyes widen at the prospect but doesn’t have time and gives in.
“You’re lucky i can’t say no to those beautiful eyes of yours baby” With a low growl, Luke buries his face in my neck, his body convulsing as he spills inside me. He jerks his hips against me several times, unloading more and more of his warmth into my inexperienced core. "Oh gods."
He pulls out and we both lay there breathlessly.
“that was a lot more than 7 minutes…” i whisper sheepishly as i catch my breath and put my clothes on
“i’m sorry i had to be your first time… you do know we can’t be together right? i mean you should really be with a guy your age?” Luke refused to look in my eyes as he slipped his boxers on
“but guys my age aren’t… you”
#smut#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#fem reader#pjo#percy jackson#Tlf#luke castellan smut#18+ mdni#curvy#age regression#fluff#angst#sad ending#luke castellan x you#charlie bushnell#luke castellan imagine#percy jackson TLF#The lightning theif#luke castellan age gap#curvy reader#luke castellan x you imagine
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Best Overplayed Song Bracket (part two) - round one
full playlist here
side A
dreams (fleetwood mac) vs here comes the sun
yesterday vs the sound of silence
old town road vs jolene
it’s tricky vs low
despacito vs smooth
some nights vs take me to church
stolen dance vs cigarette daydreams
every breath you take vs billie jean
tiny dancer vs hey jude
what’s up? vs dreams (the cranberries)
drops of jupiter vs over my head (cable car)
wake me up when september ends vs wonderwall
welcome to the black parade vs all the small things
somebody to love vs killer queen
californication vs santeria
escape (the pina colada song) vs margaritaville
roxanne vs brown eyed girl
sweet home alabama vs free fallin’
edge of seventeen vs you spin me round
american pie vs life is a highway
freebird vs stairway to heaven
everybody wants to rule the world vs don’t fear the reaper
we didn’t start the fire vs don’t stop me now
stacy’s mom vs we built this city
the chain vs we will rock you
immigrant song vs seven nation army
the final countdown vs eye of the tiger
sweet child o’ mine vs highway to hell
livin’ on a prayer vs i love rock n’ roll
one way or another vs zombie
side B
bubbly vs unwritten
careless whisper vs time after time
dancing queen vs september
everywhere vs little lies
get lucky vs boom, boom, boom, boom!!
hey, soul sister vs best day of my life
a thousand miles vs i’m like a bird
i want it that way vs oops!... i did it again
bad romance vs toxic
wake me up vs stronger (what doesn’t kill you)
before he cheats vs love song
firework vs born this way
i write sins not tragedies vs dynamite
poker face vs tik tok
tongue tied vs truth hurts
payphone vs fireflies
just dance vs ...baby one more time
like a prayer vs running up that hill
sugar, we’re goin’ down vs dog days are over
rolling in the deep vs ironic
pompeii vs centuries
thnks fr th mmrs vs ain’t it fun
love shack vs video killed the radio star
mr. blue sky vs hooked on a feeling
viva la vida vs paradise
total eclipse of the heart vs in the air tonight
feel it still vs pumped up kicks
YMCA vs 867-5309/jenny
blinding lights vs take on me
africa vs more than a feeling
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Upper Crust
"Miss Nikos, I would assume you'd know how to wield a knife better."
Pyrrha was straight up not having a good time.
Learning Who the Arcs were was terrifying. Being in their house nearly made her heart stop.
Having Prismeya Arc, Mama Arc, the Mother of Malfortune, The Matri-Arc stand over her as she tried and failed to slice onions to caramelize them almost made her forget her own name.
"Although ... If all goes well you won't need to worry~ Jaune is quite the cook if you give him time to prepare~"
Pyrrha couldn't tell what was and wasn't a threat. She was shaking so bad she nearly cut herself with the knife three times over.
If she hadn't use the bathroom before this she likely would have peed herself.
And Prismeya simply sat there, watching. Judging. Calculating. Eyes half shut, a sharp smile other lips, swirling a rich, dark red wine in a beautiful glass.
Like a cat playing with a mouse, though Pyrrha would more liken it to a Lioness and the runt of a litter of mice.
One wrong move and her life would be over. Was the Prosthetic-Gun Rumor true? Or the Retractable Claw in place of her nails? DID SHE TRULY CONSUME THE SOULS OF THOSE SHE ENDED?
But Prismeya was simply ... Putting unneeded pressure on her. Pyrrha had wanted to kill Jaune at one point so ... Scare for a scare. Just a little bit of Schadenfreude.
The oven tim-
"AH!"
*Ahem*
The oven timer dinged, startling Pyrrha.
"Ah! The Pie is ready, I'll get that Dear~" Mama Arc lilted as she grabbed a set of Pot holders from a lovely wicker basket on a counter.
Then the Doorbe-
"AAAH!"
*A-HEM*
The Doorbell rang, startling Pyrrha greatly. Truly, there was little that could shoot her nerves any more than they already had been.
"Pyrrha, be dear and get the door~"
Mama Arc's sang out to the poor girl, who hopped straight into action and any reason to escape the kitchen. She raced to the foyer and threw the door open to reveal the new guest.
In the doorway stood a middle aged man, tired, red eyes piercing into her. His feathery salt-and-pepper hair stuck out in sloppy, odd ways, and a red cape hung off his back.
Pyrrha froze, her blood curdling in her veins.
No one made it alone in this life, and no one got to stab someone in the back without finding a knife in theirs at some point, I less you well and truly disappeared.
And the man before her was near godly at doing so.
If it weren't for the sound of her heartbeat skyrocketing in her ears, Pyrrha would've thought she was dreaming.
A hitman, a hunter, an intelligence broker, a heartbreaker, a bandit, a government officer, a cleaner, A Legend.
An Omen.
"Hey you " The smell of alcohol was strong on his breath. "Is Prismeya Arc home? I got some stuff to talk to her about."
Pyrrha hit the ground with a solid 'thunk.'
~~~~~
Jaune replaced the ice-pack on Pyrrha's head, the poor girl running a fever. She conked out when Mr. Branwen had come over, leaving his sisters to finish dinner while Jaune handled his bodyguard.
The news played in the background, Jaune listening in on some very important information.
"This is Lisa Lavender being you the biggest news of the night! Jacques and Willow Schnee have both been arrested on the grounds of Ties to Organized crime, including Gang Violence, Drug Trafficking, and Faunus Trafficking. While there is strong evidence, a deeper investigation will take place. Their children are being moved to an undisclosed, safe location for the time being. We here at the Vale News Network will do our best to keep you Updated as the story develops and information comes to light."
@novankenn for archiving.
#mafia au#jaune arc#rwby#pyrrha nikos#arkos#prismeya arc#mama arc#qrow branwen#tw drug mention#tw trafficking mention#jacques schnee#willow schnee
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Hell on Earth: Chapter 1
words: 2.7k
pairing: Steve Harrington x ex-friend!Henderson!reader (eventually romantic- could be called a slow burn I guess, but they're not together right now, there's some bad blood, just read it man I suck at summarizing T_T)
summary: Things do not seem normal in simple, down-to-earth town Hawkins, Indiana. With Will Byers missing, tensions rise while the mystery claims another victim.
timeline: set in season one right after Will goes missing
warnings: language, bending of canon, fic from reader's pov (3rd person will be there as well, will warn before a pov change if there is one)
a/n: hey guys! so, I see you have found the first part of Hell on Earth :) This is a Steve x reader, yes, I promise we will get there and it'll be awesome when we do, but as much as it is a reader insert Steve slash fic, this is also an actual Stranger Things spin-off story that I'm writing, meaning there will be a lot of focus on the actual plot along with steve and reader's relationship. Also yes, reader is Dustin's older sister.
Reader POV
Will Byers was the kind of kid you wouldn't know was missing until you looked for him. He didn't bother anybody, just kept to himself and his little group doing whatever it is kids these days do, you know? He was a simple, soft-spoken kid, the last person you would wish danger upon. So when I heard that he'd gone missing, I was as confused as I was worried.
"And he was with you when you cycled back home?"
"Yes, Jesus Christ (Y/n), for the millionth time. Yes."
"Don't get annoyed you little shit, I'm trying to help you here."
"Oh, excuse me for getting worried because my best friend is freaking missing."
"Dustin! Don't talk to your sister like that!" I heard Mom scream at us from the living room, oblivious to any context. I mean, he was right to get annoyed with me. His exasperated look at Mom's comment told me he thought the same thing. I just shook my head in understanding. What more can I do?
"Listen, I know you want to go looking for him, I would too, but you can't go on your own. I need you to promise me you won't go on your own, okay? Wait after school, and we'll go together."
"You get off school like two hours after I do, what am I supposed to do, sit and scream his name from my room and hope he shows up? Come on, man. That's bullsh-"
"Dustin."
"What?"
I stared at him, hoping my disapproving-but-concerned-older-sister look told him what he needed to hear. It did.
"Fine. 2 hours. A minute late and I'm going off on my own."
"Deal," I said, knowing full well that I'd have to ditch Algebra II. I wasn't complaining, though. Staring at a newly painted wall and waiting for it to dry would be more interesting than Algebra II.
Later that day
I had exactly 5 minutes to bolt before Algebra II started. I went to my locker and hurriedly rammed all my shit inside when I noticed my locker neighbor Barbara coming towards hers. We'd make conversation when we're at our lockers and smile and wave when we saw each other in the hallway. Outside of that, I didn't really know her all too well.
"Algebra II?"
"Nah, I'm ditching. I promised my brother I'd help him with some stuff."
"Lucky," she sighed. "I can't believe I need to sit through Mr Treeger's bullshit for 2 hours."
"You are welcome to join me if you'd like," I offered with a grin. "Algebra II can be soul-sucking."
"Thank you, really, but I can't leave Nancy hanging. Besides, we've got this thing later as well and, yeah, it's a whole thing, don't bother," she explained.
"Suit yourself, Barb." I shut my locker and almost left before I heard her voice again.
"I mean, if you need notes or anything, I could- uh- I could take them for you? If you want?" she said, almost like she wasn't sure I would take her up on her offer.
"I would love that, actually. Where do you live?"
"Uh, I think I’ll be at Steve’s party later. At the Harrington's. You know the place?" She shifted her books like they suddenly weighed too much. Her expression said she wasn't entirely looking forward to this.
Hearing Steve's name threw me slightly on edge. When you grow up with somebody and you fall out with them, you don't exactly forget things about them. I practically spent half my life at his house. I practically spent half my life with him. So, yes. I definitely knew the place.
"Y-yeah. I do"
"Great, I'll have it ready, then."
"Barb, you are literally an angel." I hurriedly gave her an impromptu hug and rushed outside to get to my car, where I saw Jonathan Byers handing out missing posters. His shoulders sagged under the weight of the stack in his hands and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. I can only imagine what he and Mrs Byers were going through.
I hesitated for a second before walking up to him. I knew Jonathan from Dustin hanging out with Will. We weren't close friends or anything, but someone had to say something. His hands trembled slightly as he stapled one of the posters onto the community board near the lot, his eyes darting nervously like he was waiting for Will to suddenly appear and tell him it was all a joke.
"Hey, Jonathan."
He flinched at my voice, turning to me with an exhausted half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
"Hey," he mumbled.
I nodded at the posters in his hands. "Any updates? Are the cops, like… actually doing anything?"
"They found his cycle a few minutes from Mirkwood. So that's... yeah. That's it, I guess?"
"What are they thinking?"
He hesitated, glancing down at the posters like he thought they might hold some kind of answer. "They think he might’ve run away, but that’s not Will. He wouldn’t just… leave."
I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I don’t buy that either. Will’s not the type to just take off. He’s… dependable, you know?"
Jonathan looked at me for a moment, his expression softening just a little. "Thanks."
I shrugged, kicking at a loose rock on the ground. "For what? Telling the truth?"
"For… caring, I guess," he said, turning back to his work.
I watched him for a second longer, the weight of the whole situation sinking in deeper. "Let me know if you need help. With the posters or anything else."
Jonathan nodded, his focus back on the board. "Thanks," he said again, so quiet I almost missed it.
I didn’t know what else to say, so I just turned and walked back to my car, leaving him to keep stapling the same plea for help over and over.
I drove back home and Dustin was practically at the edge of his seat, looking like he was at the verge of explosion.
"What the hell took you so long?"
"Jesus Christ, I'm right on time. Give me a break."
He continued to yell at me about how time is of the essence. I held up a hand to calm him down. "Relax, I’m here now, aren’t I? Anyway, listen. They found some stuff near Mirkwood."
That got his attention. His eyes widened, his mouth snapping shut mid-rant. "What kind of stuff?"
I sat down across from him, leaning forward so Mom couldn’t overhear from the kitchen. "They found his bike. Just abandoned on the side of the road. No tracks, no clues, nothing else. It’s like he just… vanished."
Dustin’s face fell, his usual confident bravado cracking under the weight of what I’d just told him. "His bike?" he echoed, voice smaller now.
"Yeah. Cops are calling it ‘strange circumstances.’ I’m calling it suspicious as hell."
He nodded, jaw tightening as his brain started working overtime. "Okay. Okay, so that means he didn’t run away. Someone- or something- took him."
I flinched a little at how easily he jumped to "something." This was Hawkins. Strange wasn’t on the table.
"Dustin, don’t get carried away. Let’s stick to facts. We know where his bike was, and that’s it. But you promised me you wouldn’t do anything stupid, remember?"
He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. "Fine. But we need to check it out. Together."
I sighed, knowing there was no talking him out of it. "Together. No sneaking off without me, got it?"
"Got it," he said, though I could tell from his tone he was already planning something.
A couple hours later
"So that was fucking useless."
"Dustin, come on. Don't be like that."
"We found nothing, (Y/n)! He's out there, probably being tortured for all we know, and we found literally nothing."
"Don't jump to conclusions. Yes, we don't know anything now. But we are not the only people looking. Okay?"
"I'm telling you. We should look for him right around when he went missing."
"No way I'm letting you go out there at 10 pm unsupervised. Mom would gut me."
"I won't be unsupervised if you're with me."
"Dustin," I sighed, slightly annoyed at how he wouldn't level with me at all. "Whatever happened to Will could be bigger than us. If it's something we can't handle, I don't want us to go all in with literally no information."
"Oh, come on! but-"
"No buts. Sit this one out. I am begging you. At least until we know something."
Even though he begrudgingly agreed, his words stuck with me. I hated the idea of him sneaking off on his own, but I also couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right. If there were answers out there, they wouldn���t come to us- we had to go to them. And if I knew Dustin at all, I knew exactly what that meant. He’d go anyway.
The only way for me to deal with this was to either find something before he did or supervise, just in case. And both those options required me to be out in the woods in the dead of the night. Perfect. I remembered that I had to stop by to see Barb so it won't all be for nothing.
The glow of streetlights flickered against the windshield as I pulled up to the Harringtons' house. The faint hum of music and muffled laughter carried through the warm night air, the telltale signs of a Steve Harrington classic. For a moment, I hesitated, fingers gripping the steering wheel. It had been a while since I’d set foot here, and it felt strange- nostalgic in a way that made my chest tight. I didn't like it.
I stepped out of the car and walked around the side of the house, avoiding the main door. I wasn’t here for the party, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood to exchange awkward hellos with people who probably didn’t even remember my name. Also, I might punch Tommy and Carol just because.
The backyard was bathed in the eerie blue glow of the pool lights. It was quieter here, the party sounds muffled by the distance. Sitting by the pool, her legs dangling lazily in the water, was Barb. She was hunched over slightly, fiddling with the strap of her watch, looking as out of place as I felt.
"Hey," I called softly, not wanting to startle her.
She looked up, her face lighting up with a small, relieved smile. "Oh, hey! You made it."
"Yeah," I said, walking over and sitting beside her on the cool concrete. "Figured I’d pick up those notes before your night gets too crazy," I said before I noticed her poorly bandaged hand bloody hand.
"Holy shit, you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's... nothing. I'm okay."
"Partied too hard?"
Barb scoffed, glancing over her shoulder at the house. "Yeah, not exactly my scene. Nancy’s inside with Steve. I’m just... taking a break."
I nodded, leaning back on my palms and staring at the pool. Nancy's inside with Steve. That didn't bother me at all. "Can’t say I blame you. These things get out of hand quickly," I said, slightly regretting my hand pun.
She laughed at my poorly timed joke and reached into her bag to pull out a neatly folded piece of paper. "Here you go. Sorry if it’s a little messy. Mr. Treeger was really on one today."
I took the notes with a grateful smile. "You’re the best, Barb. Seriously."
She waved it off like it was no big deal. "It’s nothing. So, what are you up to?"
I reached into my bag and pulled out a worn paperback with a cracked spine and dog-eared pages. "Actually, I thought you might need this more than I do right now," I said, handing Barb my copy of The Shining.
Her eyes lit up as she took it, carefully running her fingers over the cover. "No way. I’ve been wanting to read this forever."
"Well, now you’ve got no excuse. It’s a classic. Just don’t read it alone at night unless you want to start hearing creepy voices in your house."
Barb laughed, flipping through the pages. "Thanks, (Y/n). This is awesome. I’ll take good care of it, promise." She looked up at me, her expression softening. "This one your favorite? "
"It's my comfort book, honestly"
"The Shining is your comfort book?".
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it. Besides, no matter how bad my day is going, everyone in that book is having a much worse, more horrible day."
She laughed and looked at me with a smile extending far beyond her eyes. "But seriously, why do you always have the best recommendations? Like, do you just spend all your time reading?"
"I wouldn’t say all my time," I joked, leaning back and shrugging. "But books don’t talk back or ditch you for better plans. So they’ve got that going for them."
Barb chuckled, but her smile faltered slightly, and she hesitated before asking, "Speaking of people ditching... can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to."
I glanced at her, curious. "Shoot."
"What happened with you and Steve? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking. You two seemed really close back then"
I froze for a moment, caught off guard by the question. It wasn’t exactly something I loved to think about, let alone talk about. Barb’s expression wasn’t nosy or judgmental- just genuinely curious. I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to say anything. But Barb was easy to talk to, and I felt like I could trust her.
"It’s... complicated," I said, exhaling sharply. "Before his, you know, 'coronation', King Steve and I were best friends. We practically grew up together. You stick with someone throughout middle school and still want to hang out? That's true friendship, right there."
She nodded like she related to what I was saying. "High School came and he changed. He wanted to hang out less, which was fine with me, you know? People change and everything," I paused for a second.
"It got bad only after Tommy and Carol started hanging out with him. He became this mean jerk, this person I could barely recognize. And I never got along with Tommy or Carol from the beginning, he knew that from the million times I have told him that I hate their guts. Hell, I've directly said it to Tommy and Carol. I just... I guess you could say we both grew up and became distant or whatever, but the fact is, he's just a colossal asshole now.
Barb frowned, clutching the book tighter. "That sucks. I’m sorry."
I shrugged, trying to play it off. "It’s whatever. We’re not kids anymore, and I guess we just outgrew each other. Besides, I’m not exactly missing out on this." I gestured toward the house, where someone let out an ear-piercing whoop, followed by the unmistakable sound of something breaking.
Barb laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, I don’t think either of us belong here."
"Hey, misery loves company, right?" I teased, bumping her shoulder lightly.
She smiled, a little more at ease now, and held up the book. "Thanks for this. I mean it."
"Don’t mention it," I said, standing up and brushing off my jeans. "Enjoy the book- and maybe steer clear of the creepy twins in the hallway."
Barb laughed again as I started to head back to my car.
"You sure you don't need a lift? Your house isn't too far, I don't mind."
"Really, it's ok, (Y/n). I'll just go whenever Nancy leaves."
"It's almost midnight, Barb, you sure?"
"I am. I really am."
#steve harrington x henderson!reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#stranger things#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader fluff#stranger things x fem!reader#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fic#stranger things au#hell on earth#maya writes#dustin henderson#jonathan byers#steve harrington#barbara holland#will byers#nancy wheeler
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Hey I was wondering if you had any good angst recommendations with some smut??
Holy shit, it's so difficult to name them all! Haha! Here is a list of my favorite fics (at least the ones I've had time to write down because there's a lot!)
But... I do wanna give some shout-outs to some of my top, all-time-favorite series'. These are in NO particular order, and again, there's so many that I love, so check out those other recommendations.
in my feelings - @harrystylescherry
completed series featuring famous Harry and Vogue journalist YN, an amazing story of enemies who end up having sex and catching super complicated feelings. It's crazy how chaotic these two are together but it's amazing.
wish upon a star - @mysweetestcreature
completed series about stepbrother Harry and stepsister YN, who have basically grown up together, with a taboo and secret love that nobody can know about, especially their parents.
spare parts - @around1302
completed series (definitely one of my top faves) about Harry and Charlie, who are put into a band together with 3 other guys. She hates him, and maybe he hates her, but things get complicated when they make a secret sex pact.
since 2010 series - @watermelonsugacry
ongoing series (another top fave from my love) about famous Harry and 1D bandmate YN who aren't allowed to have feelings for one another, but they do, unknown to each other until they have a very complicated, on and off again situationship. Amazing song inspos and so much detail!
the queen's secret - @gurugirl
ongoing series about royal Harry and Queen YN, who are forced into an arrangement to conceive a baby for YN's husband, the King. But of course, things get complicated quickly, and their secret love puts everything in jeopardy. This is probably the definition of angst and smut combined!
you're just someone i want around - @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy
ongoing series about vampire Harry who only goes to clubs to satisfy two needs- sex and human blood. He comes across YN and everything about her begins to change everything about him, except his immortality. This isn't as angsty as some of the others but it's so smutty and so good.
mr. & mrs. hey soul sister - @freedomfireflies
completed series (from an amazing writer) about famous Harry and YN, who wake up from a drunken night to find out they got married. With Harry's reputation at stake, they try to figure out what the best course of action is, which becomes unclear when feelings get involved
#bee fic recs#harry styles fic rec#harry styles series#harry styles angst#harry styles smut#harry styles x reader#harry styles x yn#harry styles x oc#harry styles au
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i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on my candy love characters...
here's part 2 and 3: others / dateables ul + chani
here's what it gave me:
castiel:
"make me wanna die" by the pretty reckless
"ignorance" by paramore
"welcome to the black parade" by my chemical romance
"bring me to life" by evanescence
"sugar, we're goin down" by fall out boy
"i write sins not tragedies" by panic! at the disco
"sk8er boi" by avril lavigne
"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day
"dirty little secret" by the all-american rejects
"i hate everything about you" by three days grace
"numb" by linkin park
"so cold" by breaking benjamin
"gasoline" by halsey
"the kill (bury me)" by 30 seconds to mars
"i miss you" by blink-182
nathaniel:
"fix you" by coldplay
"fireflies" by owl city
"hey, soul sister" by train
"how to save a life" by the fray
"i'm yours" by jason mraz
"all of me" by john legend
"love song" by sara bareilles
"banana pancakes" by jack johnson
"you're beautiful" by james blunt
"the way i am" by ingrid michaelson
"thinking out loud" by ed sheeran
"bubbly" by colbie caillat
"say something" by a great big world
"make you feel my love" by adele
"count on me" by bruno mars
lysandre:
"supermassive black hole" by muse
"personal jesus" by depeche mode
"sweater weather" by the neighbourhood
"mr. brightside" by the killers
"do i wanna know?" by arctic monkeys
"intro" by the xx
"shake it out" by florence + the machine
"summertime sadness" by lana del rey
"creep" by radiohead
"running up that hill" by placebo
"closer" by nine inch nails
"only happy when it rains" by garbage
"1979" by the smashing pumpkins
"sour times" by portishead
"teardrop" by massive attack
kentin:
"good vibrations" by the beach boys
"walking on sunshine" by katrina and the waves
"don't stop believin'" by journey
"good time" by owl city
"here comes the sun" by the beatles
"happy" by pharrell williams
"sun street" by katrina and the waves
"shut up and dance" by walk the moon
"i'm a believer" by the monkees
"africa" by toto
"i'm gonna be (500 miles)" by the proclaimers
"dancing queen" by abba
"mr. blue sky" by elo
"all star" by smash mouth
"on top of the world" by imagine dragons
armin:
"video killed the radio star" by the buggles
"don't stop me now" by queen
"bohemian rhapsody" by queen
"take on me" by a-ha
"livin' on a prayer" by bon jovi
"sweet child o' mine" by guns n' roses
"every breath you take" by the police
"another one bites the dust" by queen
"don't you (forget about me)" by simple minds
"eye of the tiger" by survivor
"we will rock you" by queen
"don't stop believin'" by journey
"sweet caroline" by neil diamond
"boys of summer" by don henley
"hotel california" by eagles
i actually like this a lot lol
this is always so fun to make even if they don't make sense so yeah qskjvfhdjw
i'll make a part 2!!!
#my candy love#mcl#cdm#corazón de melón#amor doce#amour sucre#castiel veilmont#cdm castiel#mcl castiel#amor doce castiel#nathaniel azul#mcl nathaniel#my candy love nathaniel#amor doce nathaniel#nathaniel carello#lysander ainsworth#cdm lysandro#mcl lysander#my candy love lysander#armin keenan#armin cdm#armin mcl#mcl kentin#my candy love kentin#cdm kentin#chat gpt#chatgpt
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@steddie-week Day 6 - Dizzy / Drunken Concussion confessions
i'm challenging myself to keep each of these at 660 words; see day one for more of an explanation!
“C’mon guys, one of you’s gotta wanna ride this with me?” The others blink up at him, around at each other, “Seriously? No one?”
“I’ll ride with you, Ed–”
“Oh no you don’t,” Robin interrupts, shutting down Steve’s very good idea about riding the Zipper with him.
“C’mon Birdie, let a man live! The fair only comes around once a year.”
“And someone only has one brain, one that’s been bruised one too many times already.”
“Pfft, you’re no fun.” he says, waving her off, “So who’s goin’?”
It’s actually Will that steps up to go with him, after Dustin’s enthusiasm for going is shot down by Steve’s “Hell no, Henderson, you’re breakable enough as it is already.”
He and Will climb into their already swinging little pod and sit down, strapping the well-worn buckles around them, “Y’ready for this, Baby Byers?”
“Uh.. Sure, Eddie, Ready!”
“Don’t be nervous little man, carnival rides are always safe.”
And fun. The Zipper’s always been his favorite at the carnival, can’t get the swoopy guts like this on just any ride.
Even Will’s having fun, no matter the apprehensive look he had when they got on.
“Okay, Baby Byers, this’s us,” he says when he feels their buggy do it’s final swoop into the loading area. He unbuckles his seatbelt, goes to stand, and gets a faceful of metal for his efforts.
The next thing he’s aware of is a concerned voice calling his name.
“Eddie? Eddie! You okay?”
“Steve?” his eyes find the both of him rushing forward, “Stevie! Darling!”
“He was fine until the very end,” Eddie hears Will explaining from underwater, “He unbuckled just a second too soon and got thrown into the bars.”
Steve does his disappointed tsk at someone, “Ooh, you’re in trouble now.” he says to whatever unfortunate soul is on the receiving end. He can’t quite parse out who it is, probably whichever one of them got hurt on the Zipper.
“You’re the one who got hurt, Doofus.”
“He’s not Doofus, Birdie, he’s Dingus. Always getting himself dinged up.” She must be talking about Steve.. Wait.. “Stevie got hurt? Who hurt him?!” Eddie wheels around to look for the bastard who hurt his Stevie, only getting a swirl of color and a supporting arm to the chest for his troubles.
“Okay, big guy, let’s get you looked at before you do or say something stupid.” Steve says, pulling him up. “I’ll take him to the medical tent, he probably has a concussion.”
“You’re a concussion,” Eddie says automatically
“I’ve had a good couple, yeah.”
Eddie lets Steve lead him wherever it is he wants to go (“The medical tent, Eds, I’ve told you that already.”) and is soon laid back on a creaky examination bench.
“He’s gott’n a percussion, doc.” Eddie patiently explains to the volunteer nurse, “You gotta check ‘im out, he’s got an ass that never quits.”
“Never quits what, Mr. Munson?”
He’s not quite sure, actually. “Uh.. bein’ an ass.”
Someone’s doing a bad job at hiding their laughter. “Gotcha, I’ll make sure to take a look.”
“No, wait! You can’t! That ass is mine, sister.”
The nurse giggles again, “I’m sure it is, Mr. Munson.”
“Yeah you better leave, hussy–”
“Eddie!”
Oh no, Steve’s mad at him, “What?”
“You can’t call people that, especially not the ones trying to fix your head.”
“Hey, my head is great! Get compy– coplay– compli— I’m great at head.”
“I’m sure you are.”
Eddie can hear the smile in Steve’s voice, and makes a point to find it.
It’s there beside him, surrounded by the most beautiful blush. “I love you, Stevie.”
The smile disappears, and that’s not what he wants to happen at all. He can feel his eyes start to burn with tears. “Eddie? Eddie, what’s wrong?”
“I made your smile go away.”
“No– Hey, it’s okay, I was just surprised; You’ll see it again.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” The smile is back in his voice.
and, say it with me folks, they aren't even dating!!
if anyone doesn't know, this one on the left is the zipper
on AO3 here!
#handwaving a lot of things about head injuries lmao#steddie#steddieweek#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington x eddie munson#eddie munson x steve harrington#eddeve#steveddie#noelle writes#steddieweek2024
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RoR Toddler/Child Reader Masterlist
Hungry Toddler Reader
Summoned Child Reader
Being Confessed to in Front of them
Nightmare Protectors
Single Dads
School Parent's Night
Helping with Homework
Kidnapping Attempt
Saving a Kitty
Family Essay
Lost Soul Child Reader
Peter Pan is my Friend, right?
Hungry Baby Reader
Kidnapped (P!Yandere)
To the Dentist
Nightmare Sleepovers
Papa Hercules (yandere)
Yandere Adam and Eve
No Cheating Allowed!
Macarena Lessons
Papa Jack
Icky Vegetables
Nightmare Rescues
Perfect the way you are
I Want to Marry Daddy
Say no to Bullying
My Mommy!
Y/N Origin Story
An Average Day in Y/N's Life
Shapeshifter Toddler
Twin Trouble
Daddy's in Trouble
Witch Child Reader
Father's Day
Number 1 Father!
Paper Flowers
Hammock Cuddle Buddies
Pudge
Rainbow Unicorns
Learning to Feel Safe
Mispronunciations
Big Boobies!
The Littlest Sister
A New Familiar
Hide and Seek Champ!
Loki's Little Sister
A Father's Comfort
Doll Like Reader
Y/N's Favorite (Eve x child reader)
Thor's Little Princess
Pretend Married
Hey, Macarena!
Swimming Lessons
Dirt Bike Regrets
Mr. Noodle
Christmas Joy!
Heterochromia Beauty
First Words
Girl Dads
Snails
Affectionate Reader
Twin Tricks and Trouble
Allergic Reaction
Sensitive Tummy
Quintuplets
Family Apprehension
Baby Scares
Christmas and New Years
Angry Baby Reader
Bullies and Protectors (Kindergarten AU)
Sick (Kindergarten AU)
School Play (Kindergarten AU)
Disney's Hercules
A 'Normal' Human
Lost and Found Papa (Poseidon)
Scary Girl Dad
Easter Dangers
Little Defenses
Extroverted Child
Naked Faces
Hard Boiled Detective Child Reader
Child Reader- Telenovelas
Child Reader- Period Dramas
Beach Day and Ice Cream (Kindergarten AU)
Good Role Models
Ambitious Child
Fragile but Dangerous
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playlist 3/?
you know what time it is. wolfstar music
die with a smile - lady gaga, bruno mars lucy~ - corban amodio talking to the moon - bruno mars dancing with your ghost - sasha alex sloan ocean eyes - billie eilish fire on fire - sam smith before you go - lewis capaldi golden hour - jvke another love - tom odell the night we met - lord huron apocalypse - cigarettes after sex ceilings - lizzy mcalpine to let a good thing go - bruno major getting older - billie eilish liability - lorde by your side - flatsound funeral - phoebe bridgers like real people do - hozier as the world caves in - matt maltese memories - conan gray i bet on losing dogs - mitski ready to let go - cage the elephant what i'm becoming - cage the elephant daddy issues - the neighborhood mr. brightside - the killers black dog - led zeppelin running up that hill - first aid kit snap out of it - arctic monkeys my love mine all mine - mitski astronomy - conan gray take me to church - hozier stargazing - the neighborhood the moon will sing - the crane wives rises the moon - liana flores hey soul sister - train drops of jupiter - train the bird song - noah floersch healer - hayd closure - hayd ilomilo - billie eilish where do all the good people go? - midsummer motel
i'm sorry i made it sad 😭 anyways here's the playlist
#fypシ#marauders era#marauders#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#music recs#spotify#playlist#idk what else to tag#harry potter#Spotify
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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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#harry#harry styles#harry styles imagine#harry styles fan#harry styles request#harry styles blurb#harry styles x you#harry styles x reader#harry styles enemies to lovers#enemies to lovers#harry styles fanfiction#harry edward styles#dad!harry#harry styles fluff#fluff#harry styles fanfic#mr & mrs. hey soul sister
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I know someone who looks like you.
Good Omens Faces & Names, Labels & Identities
One theme that I see running fairly strongly through S2 is the idea of identity.
I'll start with Nina and Maggie precisely because they chose to use the actresses' real names as their characters' names. I'm sure the actresses are back because they are respected and liked, but it also works to serve a purpose. That of emphasizing identity. Who someone is beneath the outward appearance. And maybe to get us to slow down and question our assumptions about someone when we see their face.
It's Nina Sosanya, the actress. But also Nina, the coffee shop owner. And, Satanic Sister Mary Loquacious and Mary Hodges, Tadfield Manor owner.
It's Maggie Service, the actress. But also, Maggie, the record shop owner. And "Skinny Latte". And Satanic Sister Mary Garrulous.
Is it Madame Tracy or Shax? Is it Shakespeare or Furfur?
With Gabriel we have Jim, James, and of course "Supreme Archangel".
Aziraphale is "Angel", Mr Fell, Mr McFell, Mr Wherever-He-Is and your partner. Even "Hey you!" from Gabriel.
Crowley is Crawley, Anthony J Crowley, [Mr] Six Shots of Espresso, [Mr] Struck By Lightning, Mr Crowley. And, from the Metatron, Demon.
Did I miss any other nicknames for our characters? Let me know in the comments.
By comparison, we have Beezelbub, same name and same being inside, but with a different face. Interestingly, Crowley knew it was Beez and simply noticed the different outward appearance. But Gabriel did not immediately recognize the new face as being the someone he knew.
Some of this may seem a bit so what? It's a show, so of course the actors are not the same as the characters. But how many viewers, upon realizing that Nina and Maggie were also in S1, upon recognizing that Shax looked like Madame Tracy from S1, thought that maybe they were still the characters they were from S1, even if only for just a moment? Because they had the same face. Because they looked like someone we knew.
Returning to Gabriel. Or Jim. But he's actually both, at least in my opinion. I think Jim was always in there, but smothered by Gabriel The Supreme Archangel. And by setting aside the memories of how he behaved as the Supreme Archangel, we get to see the nice angel that he used to be, or could be.
I take all this as a warning to be careful with my assumptions about who's who based only on seeing their face.
Now this is the part where I veer off into my own theory-land with all of this. I currently still hold the shared-soul theory because I haven't seen anything to outright debunk it. The theory that a part of Crowley has gone up to heaven within Aziraphale. This is where I think the edges have been blurred and the face we see in the elevator, riding up to heaven with The Metatron, looks like Aziraphale, but there's more inside than just Aziraphale.
#good omens meta#go meta#good omens s2#gos2#blur the edges#shared soul#good omens speculation#good omens theories#go season 2#good omens
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Hello! You can do a Lee! Giyuu, Ler!Sabito?
They are practically like brothers, and I feel like Giyuu told him about his problems or what happened to him before arriving with Urokodaki (the death of his sister).
The idea is this, one day they would have fought because Giyuu was sometimes somewhat cowardly in Sabito's words and it ended in an argument to the point that Sabito blamed Giyuu for what happened to his sister (it wasn't purpose, anger made him say that without meaning to say it) and there is no talking from there, days pass and Sabito finds Giyuu crying in a room while telling himself that it was his fault for everything that happened to him, Sabito consoles him and apologizes Although, Giyuu is not very easy to smile when he was crying, although Sabito tries to cheer him up, the only thing that works is tickling, he is gentle with Giyuu in those moments since he was mostly ruthless when he tickled him.
(I feel like his palms are a bit sensitive, his knees are also quite sensitive but his feet are one of Giyuu's most sensitive places and Sabito always tickled him there)
Hey! There it is, I don’t know if it is exactly what u wanted, but i hope u like it
I’m so sorry
Lee: Giyu Tomioka
Ler: Sabito
❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡
Ships: NONE (just if u want)
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down
This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them
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“Get up again, you need to brandish your sword” Sabito asked, in fact he ordered
Giyu was tired and sitting on the floor, he was hurt, he was just a kid
“I’m sorry, I’m tired”
“Stop being a coward”
Giyu got up again, Sabito's words normally encouraged him but today he was really tired and needed to rest
Sabito started to attack him, but Giyu defended him, he attacked again and hit Giyu, leaving a bruise on his arm.
"Hey!"
“You didn’t defend yourself”
Giyu got angry
“That’s enough, I need to rest”
"Where are you going?"
"I'm tired! You do not understand?" Giyu started to get angry, he walked away from Sabito
“Fight anyway!”
"No!"
"You are a coward!"
Giyu stopped and looked back “what are you talking about?!”
“You don’t fight me because you are a coward”
“You only fight me because you are stronger than me and you always want to win.”
“I'm just trying to help you and you don't recognize it, how difficult it is to deal with you! You only get in the way of Giyu!”
Giyu frowned and looked at him, the two were a few meters away
“Why are you saying that, Sabito?”
"Because it is true! If you hadn’t gotten in the way, your sister wouldn’t be dead, right?!”
Silence
Giyu looked at Sabito with an expression as if he had been ripped out of his soul.
He ran into the middle of the forest they were in.
‘Shit!’ Sabito thought “Giyu, please forgive me!” He shouted, but the other didn't care, he was already too far away
‘What did I do?’ He ran through the forest ‘where did he go? To where?'
Sabito ran into Mr. Urokodaki's house
“Giyu! Giyu!” He called
A sound of crying, he entered the room where he and Giyu slept and saw him crying, crouching down
“Giyu…” Sabito approached
"What do you want?"
"Please, forgive me"
Giyu looked at Sabito but sighed
“It wasn't my intention, you know it wasn't” Sabito held Giyu's hands
“It’s my fault…”
“No, it’s not, nothing is your fault” the boy continued looking fixedly at his friend “you’re not wrong, believe me”
Giyu relaxed a little “alright”
"Please forgive me"
“I forgive you, Sabito”
“I should have let you rest, please forgive me.”
“Hey, I told you that I forgive you”
Sabito smiled at the other, but Giyu couldn't smile back.
“Hey… do you want to get better?” The redhead asked
“Please” he asked softly
Sabito smiled “alright~”
He grabbed one of Giyu's hands and started running his fingers over his palm, which caused a bit of laughter.
"Hehehe"
“I’ll make you better!” Sabito squeezed Giyu's body, poking his belly and squeezing his sides.
“Ahahahaha! Sahahabihitoho”
“You asked for it~”
Sabito moved to the other's armpits
“STOHOHOHOP”
“So are you feeling better?”
“YEHEHEHEHES”
He stopped
“I’m sorry” Sabito asked once again
“I already apologized, stop blaming yourself, it sounds like me” Giyu smiled, he stood up and called the other “hey, shall we continue? I’ve rested enough, we won’t become hashiras if we don’t train, right?”
Sabito laughed “of course”
The two of them laughed and ran out of the house and into the forest.
Urokodaki saw the two and smiled
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Thanksssss 💛💛
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Ruben Dias x Reader - Not Ready Part 7/12
Emmy wears Ruben's jersey for good luck in this one.
So cute. 😭😭❤️❤️
Part 8 and Part 9 are out on my Patreon!
Readers sister dies in a tragic car accident, leaving reader and her boyfriend Ruben in the urgent custody of her niece and nephew. Readers' life is suddenly flipped upside-down since having children hadn't been the plan for her and Ruben's life together. At least not now, when his football career was reaching great new heights.
Enjoy! 💞
What kind of gift was worth losing your life over?
Liza's package on your desk stared back at you throughout the working week. You left it there as a problem for someone else to deal with and not you, because your biggest fear would be opening the package and coming to find out that Liza's car swirled off the road in the middle of a storm in the pursuit for something worthless like shoes. Or that scarf you once told her that you fancied.
"Hey, you okay?" Laleh poked her head into your office before calling it a day herself. She caught you staring into the ether yet again, with your eyebrows furrowed in a matter of concentration.
"Huh?"
"You're doing that thing again with your face. Is everything alright?"
"Oh, I...." You shook out of your trans, heat flushing your cheeks. "I'm all good."
"Are you?" She stepped into your office. "Like I said, if you need someone to open up the package Liza's husband sent you, I'll happily volunteer."
You smiled, perhaps the first time that day. "I appreciate it L, but I'll bring myself to open it sooner or later. Besides, it wasn't Liza's husband who sent it to me..." You recalled that he wanted nothing to do with it. "It was actually the post office, sending the package to the closest relative of the original recipient."
"I see."
"Yeah."
"Have you been getting a lot of those?"
"What?"
Laleh shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno, memos and emails from Liza's former payouts?"
"No, not really. My parents were the ones to close her bank accounts and likewise. I suspect Liza's husband was the one getting notifications for her former subscriptions. It must have been really hard for him dealing with that."
"How is he holding up....in rehab?"
"Good." You nodded, but left out the fact that you often called him to give an update on the kids' life. Although he didn't say much during your brief talks, you knew that deep down those calls meant everything to him, a light in the dark tunnel that his soul had been shoved into following the death of his wife, your sister.
"Tell you what." Laleh shirped, having enough of the sad stuff just as she was clocking out from work. "How about I pull some strings and get us two seats for a pedicure this afternoon?"
"Can't make it. Football tryouts."
"Who's football tryouts?"
"Emmy." You beamed. "I'm picking her and Vale up after school and taking them straight to Man City's training grounds."
"No way, is Ruben going to be there as well?"
"I hope so, but I'm not sure about his training schedule."
"Y/N, that's amazing, I'm so happy for Em."
"Yeah, so am I. Hopefully, she's not as nervous as I am."
"Nervous? What for? Wasn't Liza a football talent when she was young?"
You nodded, the memories of attending your sister's weekly fixtures flooding your heart. "Ruben says Emmy has got a good chance of making the team. All she's gotta do is show for it."
"Well then, I'll be rooting for her from the comfort of my salon chair. Don't forget to text me right after the tryouts."
"I will. I promise."
"Alright then, I'll see you."
"See you tomorrow."
You left work in a hurry to pick up the kids. However, on your way to pick up Vale you were approached by one of his primary teachers, Mrs Jones, who expressed her heartfelt concerns about Vale's "condition" as she carefully referred to it as.
"I assure you, Mrs Jones, Vale has not gone mute. All he needs is time, and he'll be back to speaking just like the other children."
Mrs Jones did not seem the slightest convinced and held you back an additional few minutes to inform you about an after-school program at the community center for children with traumatic upbringings.
"My ass." You mumbled and balled up the flier you had been given. Tossing it over your shoulder in the parking lot.
"Auntie Y/N, are we going to be late?" Emmy asked as you rushed her and Vale out of school towards your car. "Possibly. Most likely." You replied. Honesty was really important to you. You would never lie to your niece and nephew. Not when solemnly relied on you for guidance in life.
"I don't want us to be late." Emmy pouted.
You popped your head through the passenger door, fumbling for Vale's seat belt and then Emmy's. "We won't be, I promise." You leaned forward, pressing a swift kiss to her cheek. "Now, did you remember to put on your lucky shirt?"
"Yes." She mumbled.
"Good." You smiled. "I'm sure it'll bring you luck today during tryouts."
"You think so?"
"I know so, baby." You gave her cheek one last squeeze before shutting the door to the backseat of your car.
You had your way of hiding it, but just like Emmy, you were quite nervous about the afternoon. Nevertheless, you had to go through with it. For Liza. She would've been so proud to have Emmy follow her footsteps, despite it being for the Manchester City Academy.
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Best Overplayed Song Bracket (part two) - round two
full playlist here
Side A
the sound of silence vs. dreams
low vs. jolene
take me to church vs. smooth
billie jean vs. cigarette daydreams
what's up? vs. tiny dancer
wake me up when september ends vs. drops of jupiter
killer queen vs. welcome to the black parade
escape (the pina colada song) vs. californication
free fallin' vs. roxanne
american pie vs. you spin me round
everybody wants to rule the world vs. stairway to heaven
stacy's mom vs. don't stop me now
seven nation army vs. the chain
highway to hell vs. eye of the tiger
zombie vs. livin' on a prayer
Side B
careless whisper vs. unwritten
little lies vs. dancing queen
hey soul sister vs. get lucky
oops!... i did it again vs. a thousand miles
wake me up vs. toxic
born this way vs. before he cheats
tik tok vs. dynamite
fireflies vs. truth hurts
running up that hill vs. ...baby one more time
rolling in the deep vs. dog days are over
thnks fr th mmrs vs pompeii
mr. blue sky vs. video killed the radio star
total eclipse of the heart vs. viva la vida
YMCA vs. pumped up kicks
africa vs. take on me
view previous bracket here
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