"Hey do you remember my Mum telling you my brother is coming to visit for my birthday?" Gemma says taking her dishes to the kitchen sink. "Yeah I do, why?" I say and furrow my eyebrows. "Well Mum said he's coming earlier than expected and let me just say, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes but he's quite nice, oh just like you." Gemma laughs while setting dishes in the sink. "Sounds charming." COMPLETED [highest rankings: #1 in gemmastyles #1 in haroldstyles #2 in softharry #1 in harrystyles]

Lily Haize is finally 21, and she's ready to celebrate in style, on a dreamy beach vacation with her parents. There's just one problem: her parents' best friends have decided to tag along... and they're bringing him. Harry Styles Smug, infuriating, cocky Harry, with his stupid perfect jawline and his annoying smirk that has definitely gotten worse over the years. Worse? He's turning 21 on the exact same day as her. Cue the birthday competition, petty dares, beachside bickering, and endless one-upping. But as the days heat up, so does the tension-of a very different kind. The hate is still there... it just comes with lingering stares, accidental touches, and moments that make her question everything she thought she knew about him. One villa. Two birthdays Too many secrets. And one unexpected twist neither of them saw coming. It was supposed to be a vacation. It might just be the start of something more. "You can keep pretending you hate me, Lil..." He smirked, fingers brushing the hem of my dress. "But your body's already told me the truth."

Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to college. Two years later, my mother left Harry for a man even younger then him and took him to the cleaners. She got full custody, child support and spousal support to pay the way of her and her new boy toy while Harry had to give her his house and move into a small apartment. It's been three years since the divorce my mother wants me to come back for her wedding, the wedding Harry paid for. I felt terrible for Harry but I was too ashamed of my own mother to reach out. But now she's left me no choice because he's the only one that can help me. Will he even answer the phone? I haven't talked to him in almost four years, I don't know what state he's in having his son ripped from him or all of his hard earned money taken away. All I know is that I'm at his doorstep and he's about to get the surprise of his life. ______________ ⚠️ Will contain an assload of foul language as well as sexual content. While some names may be real this is an alternative reality based story that is 100% mine.

Eliana Olsson lived a life woven with complexity, her morals firm, and her character forged through trials that shaped her deeply. She believed she understood her world - or at least knew how to navigate it. Then he arrived, his presence like a candle flickering in a still room, casting shadows that stretched and twisted her certainties. He was a riddle, born to test and unravel the foundations of everything she knew and trusted. He carried himself like a fleeting shadow of hesitation, the embodiment of unanswered questions. A conundrum is more than a simple puzzle; it's a delicate interplay between curiosity and uncertainty - a question that defies answers or offers far too many. Eliana soon realized he might destroy everything she had been or free her to become something entirely new. Can life really be more complicated than it already is? . . . . . . . . . She moves to a new city with her family, leaving behind the shadows of a troubled past in search of something better. Together with her mother and younger sister, she strives to piece together a life that feels stable and secure-something they've never truly known. As she focuses on her studies and the pursuit of her dreams, the weight of untold stories and unresolved memories lingers in the background, waiting for the right moment to resurface. Her plan is to keep moving forward, but life and one curly haired boy seem to have their own...ideas. TRIGGER WARNINGS drugs⏐violence⏐suicide⏐ murder⏐mental illness⏐robbery⏐guns⏐vulgar language⏐depression⏐ anxiety⏐trauma⏐ paranoia.

--→ 𝟣𝟪+ 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 [uh-meyt] (v.) to cast down: dishearten, subdue. Harper Vale worked quiet shifts at her little café, serving coffee with careful hands, unaware that the city's shadows had names and faces. Louis Tomlinson noticed her, a regular customer, an unassuming thing. Until she saw him after hours, doing what she shouldn't have seen. One call to the cops, one report, and she became a threat. Each of the boys are a different danger, each drawn to her. Trust is a weapon, and betrayal tastes like fire. -" 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, " 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴." - 𝙇.𝙏. --→ began on 2/22/26 a story of danger, violence, rough, and Stockholm syndrome. ⚠️ contains drug usage, overdose, gun usage, violence, smut, dark romance, rough love, unhealthy relationships, and more to be added. A DARK FIC, NOT ROMANTICIZING. all involved are just face claims, not truly them. this is purely just a work of fiction. one direction involved, all boys potential love interest. 🥇#darkharrystyles 🥇#darkniallhoran 🥇#darklouistomlinson 🥇#darkonedirection 🥇#kidnappedbyonedirection tags: dark one direction

a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||

The world ended, but people didn't. Not entirely. Twenty years after the outbreak, survival has become second nature. But when Althea agrees to help smuggle a girl across the country, everything shifts. There's Joel: quiet, brutal, impossible. The gruff, closed-off man with blood on his hands and grief in his bones. There's Ellie: foul-mouthed and sharp-eyed, with too much riding on her small shoulders. And there's Althea, stuck somewhere between running from her past and crashing headfirst into a future she never dared to want. Love isn't safe. Hope isn't smart. But some things are worth the risk. Because in the end, it's not about what you've lost, but what you're willing to fight for, even when the world seems beyond saving.

Tiffany Walker has survived twenty years of hell - from the chaos of outbreak night in her small Pennsylvania hometown to the suffocating walls of the Boston QZ. Hardened, sharp-witted, and deeply loyal, she's a woman shaped by loss and betrayal, but still willing to risk everything for the people she loves. When a chance encounter leads her to Ellie - a mouthy, strange teenage girl who should have turned from a bite but didn't - Tiffany makes a choice that changes everything. Their bond becomes fast and fierce, forged in shared grief and a desire to protect what little good remains in the world. But protection comes at a cost. Tasked with smuggling Ellie west, Tiffany forms an uneasy alliance with Joel and Tess. Joel is everything Tiffany resents: guarded, gruff, and stubborn. But as their journey forces them through danger, heartbreak, and fleeting moments of peace, a fragile trust blossoms between them. Over time, that trust becomes something deeper - something neither of them thought they could ever have again. As the group battles clickers, soldiers, and their own haunted pasts, Tiffany's fierce devotion to Ellie and growing love for Joel push her to question the hardened walls she built. And when Jackson, Wyoming offers the safety she never dreamed of, Tiffany must face her greatest fear - not dying, but finally living. Themes: Found family and second chances Grief, guilt, and redemption Survival versus truly living Surrogate Motherhood in a post-apocalyptic world The power of love in the face of loss (Joel Miller X fem! OC) (Small Age Gap) (Mature Themes) (Adult Language) (Strong Violence) Rankings: #1 - JoelMiller 3/30/2025 - 3/31/2025 #1 - PedroPascal 4/12/2025 #1 - thelastof us 4/14/2025 - 4/17/2025 Word Count- 176,910 Started January 20,2025 - Finished April 5, 2025 Stared Editing July 28, 2025 - Finished Editing September 23, 2025

MATURE READ: We loved each other with fragments of ourselves that were dead - Nikita Gill Love. Such a poignant emotion. Such a terrifying feeling to give into. One that is stored right in the precious cavity of the heart. A sentiment that can turn the toughest of people plush but can forge such an aggressive desire to protect. A dangerous intensity, even more so when you're left to find it in the obsolete remains of what was once planet Earth. Or Joel finds himself catching feelings for an existing resident of Jackson. Feelings that he just can't seem to ignore but it's not all plain sailing as they navigate through one another's trauma. Disclaimer to say that I do not own the last of us or any of the canon characters, these belong to naughty dog. I will be using references from both the HBO show and the game so I'll let you guys decide who you want to base the canon characters on :) Notable rankings: #1 in Joelmiller #1 in fungus #3 in pandemic #7 in lastofus

"I'm old." He said, glancing to her. She looked up, meeting his eyes. "No, you're not. Grandpa's old." "Still, I'm older than you." "Yeah." She replied, letting her eyes sweep appreciatively over his body. Her eyes lingered on his arms, and the way they were folded. Joel didn't know what to do with that and let his arms drop to the sides of his body, dangling loosely as his fingers twitched. "I'm too old for you." "Agree to disagree." "I'm fifty." "Fifty-two, actually." Life's been trudging on since Joel and Ellie returned to Jackson from Salt Lake. The girl's been adjusting well, but Tommy has some choice words for Joel's lack of sociability. Just start with getting a haircut, why don't you? This is a fanfic of Joel Miller and an original female character. It takes place shortly after the end of the first game/first season, following life in Jackson, and Joel's attempt at dating. Also available on AO3!