so lets talk about how this was a thing in hs

Jacksepticeye: *Plays Hiveswap and praises its art style, music and humor, visibly enjoys the story and the characters and praises it, shows perhaps a light interest in Homestuck itself*

Y’all: Omg LUL prepare for the exposure to ruin the Fandom, Undertale 2.0 here we goooooo.

VIZ Media: *Partners up with Hussie to bring Homestuck to a wider audience, with plans to deliver hard cover books for every Act, making a website, and working with Hussie in future projects to deliver the Epilogue and more content*

Y’all: Wow I can’t believe Hussie is a sellout, this is so bad.

Stop it. Please stop it.

Joking about ‘fearing’ Homestuck content or ‘the ride never ending’ and it being hell was never funny and it never will be. We’re on the brink of actually having new people come into the Fandom, we have a good game, exposure thanks to Youtubers and Streamers playing Hiveswap, and promises for future content by a big company related to Manga and Anime.

And all you can talk about is how ‘bad’ this is?

If it was stupid Homestuck hate, I could get it. I really could. The Fandom had bad reputation back in the day, and it was extremely undeserved in my opinion, much like how Fandom hate is thrown around nowadays soooo easily. But I could get it, if someone hated Homestuck, being an asshole. But if you’re a fan of the content, why the FUCK are you trying to sabotage it?

To people outside of the Fandom it looks like people can’t stand Homestuck. To people in the Fandom it looks like you’re being an asshole. You don’t like Homestuck? Then don’t post about it. You like it? Then don’t act like an elitist asshole.

If you’re afraid of a bad side of the Fandom being rekindled, and all you can do is shove people away, insult possible newcomers and question actually good business decisions, then you know what? Congratulations! YOU ARE THE BAD SIDE OF THE FANDOM. No one is holding you hostage, to this Fandom, to any Fandom. You don’t want to see content? Blacklist it, don’t go into the tag, unfollow/block people. You WANT to see content? Then stop talking about it as if it was the End of the World every time there’s something going on.

Homestuck is something dearly important to me. And I know it’s niche, and I know it’s weird, but it’s been an experience being in the Fandom that’s really shaped me, it’s something that will stick with me for a long time, if not forever. And the Fandom itself has been really good too for most of the part! The art, the music, the talking with people, the support! But every single time something like this happens, toxicity begins to rise for absolutely no reason at all.

Let Homestuck have a Fandom.

Let people enjoy it without ironically throwing shit around.

You don’t want toxicity to increase and discourse to return? Then contribute to it. If you’re enough of a Fan to be insulting things and people, you’re enough of a Fan to shut down toxicity as it begins to rise.

The downfall of Fandoms right now isn’t the content, it’s not the toxicity or the cringe, it’s you policing how a specific Fandom has to work, enforcing stereotypes about Bad Things and Cringey Things, and then doing NOTHING to actually help stop Toxicity.

There’s nothing worse than a Fandom that doesn’t appreciate and try to better itself.

Don’t let this happen. Let Fans, new and old, enjoy Homestuck without shame.

And I know a lot of you don’t actually mean it and are just bandwagoning on the meme, and I bet even I may have reblogged or said something stupid like that before, but come on! This is an exciting time for everyone involved, it should be a matter or rejoicing, new Homestuck Books with commentary, the Game’s first Act finally out, famous Youtubers (@therealjacksepticeye) and Streamers playing Hiveswap and talking about Homestuck, hell, Rev Scarecrow from Vinesauce (@revscarecrow) took a God Tier test!!! How CRAZY is that??? Even in the prime of Homestuck Popularity I could’ve never imagined something like this. This is big. This is GOOD.

Why can’t you all just enjoy this as the good thing it is?


taz modern college au headcanons where also they all live in seattle

(aka my extremely niche au that only appeals to me)

  • The Plot Here: the IPRE crew is a ragtag group of friends at college (probably UW? definitely UW)
  • John is an RA who’s trying to End All Campus Parties
  • The IPRE crew is constantly trying to throw epic parties and have a good time at them before John comes and shuts them down
  • The Light of Creation is one of these things
  • The crew and John are locked in a constant battle where John crashes their parties and steals it if they don’t hide it fast enough and then they have to sneak into his dorm to steal it back
  • Ango is also there he’s like a high schooler who got early acceptance into college
  • The crew adopts him accidentally
  • IPRE Robes = matching red snuggies that Barry made for the final project in that sewing class he took as an elective one year
  • garfield is a really weird weed dealer. what is he even majoring in?? does he even go here?? nobody knows but he has a weird little shop set up in a closet nobody uses anymore

more headcanons about everyone:

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So, a long-ass time ago, Rose and Dave had a conversation like this:

TT: After you go, what do you think will happen to me?
TT: Will I just cease to exist?
TG: i dont know
TG: i mean your whole timeline will
TG: maybe
TT: Maybe?
TT: Is there a chance it’ll continue to exist, and I’ll just be here alone forever?
TT: I’m not sure which outcome is more unsettling.
TG: the thing with time travel is
TG: you cant overthink it
TG: just roll with it and see what happens
TG: and above all try not to do anything retarded
TT: What do you think I should do?
TG: try going to sleep
TG: our dream selves kind of operate outside the normal time continuum i think
TG: so if part of you from this timelines going to persist thats probably the way to make it happen
TT: Ok.
TG: and hey you might even be able to help your past dream self wake up sooner without all that fuss you went through
TT: I think the true purpose of this game is to see how many qualifiers we can get to precede the word “self” and still understand what we’re talking about.

This is the most important sentence in Homestuck.

I am dead serious.

Well, OK, I mean, it’s pretty important for understanding some major Homestuck themes and shit or something like that.

Also, I totally should have said: Pre-Retcon Doomed Timeline Non-Dreamself Rose but ultimately about to become Dreamself Rose who semi-merged with Pre-Retcon Alpha Timeline Rose and Doomed Timeline Dave aka Davesprite AKA future Davepetasprite^2 or as we all call them around the office, Davepeta, had that conversation.

Maybe you begin to see what I’m going to talk about here.

One of the major frustrations a lot of people had with the retcon was that the characters we ended up with at the end weren’t the ones we’d come to love and know throughout the story. Was it even worth it, to lose the characters we loved to the tyranny of Game Over? The victorious kids, with the exception of John and Roxy, were other people, with other histories, other goals, and other choices.

Allow me to submit that that may be the whole point.

SBURB is cruel. We’ve known that for a long time. It’s cruel not as Caliborn is cruel, but as the cosmos is cruel, as a supernova is cruel. It wants what it wants, and doesn’t care about how that intersects with the needs of humanity. It wants to make universes through a complex game-playing method, and drags hapless, vulnerable adolescents along for the ride. And most of the time it doesn’t even succeed, leaving its champions to rot in a doomed timeline or similar! Skaia’s victory is an amoral creation myth where individual human beings are just the carved pieces on the chessboard. (I mean, the other ones. Not the carapacians.)

Again, let’s consider the theme of VIDEO GAMES vs. REAL LIFE.

Homestuck, let’s be real, is basically some postmodern horror timey-wimey Jumanji. For a generation way more familiar with pixels than cute little tokens It’s easy for teenagers and in fact, basically everyone, to fantasize about escaping their life and slipping into some game world forever, where they get to do awesome things and be a heroic person.

Homestuck makes that literal. Congratulations, everything you ever knew is dead. You will never see it again, except your internet friends, who turn out also to be your family and other important people. I mean, from a distance, SBURB sounds like an awesome game, right? You figure out who you are and get to wear a cool costume displaying that identity. You get to make anything you want and enjoy this hyperflexible mythology tailored to YOUR CHOICES. HS fans talk all the time about how cool it would be to play a real version of SBURB. That’s a big part of the appeal of SBURB fan adventures. They put you and your friends in the story. Or your favorite characters! It sounds like a fantasy come true.

The thing is, as fantastical as it is, it’s also really fucked up, and ultimately you and your friends are being used. By a giant frog to let it have its babies. By the universe. By a smug blue cloud thing that doesn’t care about you at all.

SBURB does not care about you at all.

The funny thing, SBURB features a mythology with so many layers and nuances and seemingly human motifs about growth and self that you might search for some grand ultimate meaning behind it, but it’s not even human enough to have a personality, to be something you can argue with or fight. It just is. It’s all the cruelty and power of a god without any of the dazzling personality. It’s empty. It just wants to make universes all day long, or fail trying. It is a great, weird tadpole-making machine that eats children.

One of the big ways it doesn’t care about you is its attitude toward the self. Humans and trolls and whatnot prefer not to be relentlessly duplicated. SBURB says, oh yeah, let’s make tons of copies of the player characters and use them for a lot of different purposes.

There’s the dreamself, an essential bifurcation of identity (you are now and were always the dream moon princex) that sometimes gets merged into god tier but sometimes doesn’t. There’s doomed timeline selves, who exist ultimately to augment an Alpha timeline whose Alphaness is decided very arbitrarily and frequently by Lord English. There’s the you who exists before a scratched session and the you who exists afterward, who are two different people but started as one baby in an act of ectobaby meteor duplication, your player self and your guardian self. Dead timeline yous fill up the dreambubbles made by the horrorterrors and get endlessly confused with each other. Any one of these could be the you experience being at any given moment, and which one it is entirely arbitrary. Don’t like being Dead Nepeta #47? Tough hoofbeast leavings, kiddo.

To top it all off, in Terezi: Remember, we learn that every single time we thought someone changed from one self to another, was resurrected or something like that, it was another act of duplication. For every time someone’s died, there’s another version of them waiting in the Dream Bubbles, surprised that they’re not the main character anymore. And we have no way of knowing which is which. Even John, good old everyman John, may or may not be the person who died three or four times. It’s really impossible to say whether we’ve been following the same person throughout our story, or just the illusion of the same person, like a horrifying cosmic flipbook.

The retcon is a return to this same theme. Ultimately, there’s very little new in the changes John makes to reality except that they drive the point home.

John’s friends all died. John and his friends won the game. These things are both true at the same time, except those things may not have happened to the same people. There was a happy ending. Hooray! For, um, some folks who may or may not be the ones we care about. In fact, it’s very confusing, because from Rose’s perspective, Roxy is dead but came back to life, and from Roxy’s perspective Rose is dead but came back to life, except also she came back to life as a weird tentacle catgirl of pure id and self –indulgence. So there’s that. Um. Which Rose are we rooting for again?

Or wait: is it none of them, because the first Rose died in a doomed timeline, hundreds of panels and a number of years ago?

There’s a tension here which one experiences between saying it’s okay because it’s still the same people, and saying it’s not okay, because it’s not the same people at all. This tension is exactly what we’re meant to wrestle with. To put it another way, Homestuck asks if identity can work in aggregate. Are all Johns John, all Roses Rose, and do they all share in what they accomplish? Or are the final victors only accidents created by the whims and needs of the frog baby machine?

What I’m saying, basically, is that the retcon, in the sense that it pointed out our confused relationship with these characters, was already here.

In interviews and questions put to him over the years, Hussie constantly compares HS and SBURB to other video games, particularly Mario, which he frequently returns to as a baseline of comparison that most of his readers will know. One answer, from a recent Hiveswap interview, is particularly revelatory. To the question of “Why do you kill off all your characters?” Hussie replies:

[…]HS is supposedly a story that is also a game. In games, the characters die all the time. How many times did you let Mario fall in the pit before he saved the princess? Who weeps for these Marios. In games your characters die, but you keep trying and trying and rebooting and resetting until finally they make it. When you play a game this process is all very impersonal. Once you finally win, when all is said and done those deaths didn’t “count”, only the linear path of the final victorious version of the character is considered “real”. Mario never actually died, did he? Except the omniscient player knows better. HS seems to combine all the meaningless deaths of a trial-and-error game journey with the way death is treated dramatically in other media, where unlike our oblivious Mario, the characters are aware and afraid of the many deaths they must experience before finally winning the game.

The big man hass the answer.

Homestuck is the story of those dead Marios.

Other works, like Undertale, have engaged with this topic as well. But one of the major differences between Undertale and Homestuck is that in Undertale, between “lives,” one’s consciousness is preserved. In Homestuck, it’s discontinuous, and the value of the overall trial-error process is called into question by the fact that you, the player, may not even get to experience the victory. What meaning does victory hold if that is the case?

So, to put it in a nice thesis format:

One of the central themes of Homestuck is the challenge of reconciling an arbitrary and destructive pattern of growth and victory with the death and suffering you experienced along the way. Homestuck asks: is victory worthwhile if you’re not you anymore? And would you be able to know?

What even is the self? Is there such a thing?

If you were left feeling somewhat disconcerted by our heroes’ tidy victory and departure to their cosmic prize, or by how which Rose gets the spotlight is so deeply, deeply arbitrary, there’s a good reason for that. You’re supposed to be.

The philosophical problem of Wacky Cat Rose is insignificant next to the bullshit of SBURB.

And don’t forget—John and Roxy’s denizens helped them achieve the retcon. Ultimately, the victory they achieved was mediated by the same amoral system of SBURB, and was a victory over an enemy, Caliborn, whose power was created, perpetuated, and ended by that same system.

Okay, so here’s where it gets contentious. There’s an argument to be made, which I’m not sure how I feel about, that some of the character development that could have been in post-retcon Act 6 was left out precisely to push this feeling and play up this tension. Note that this is not the same thing as saying that they were deliberately badly written, but that they’re deliberately written to make us uneasy.That Hussie deliberately played with the balance between making these retconned characters feel familiar and making them feel eerily different to leave us feeling uneasy with the result.

I’m not sure I like that idea. It smacks a little too much of that “everything is perfect” thinking that comes sometimes from the far Metastuck camp. Some of the differences may also be the result of flawed writing. (See: Jane and Jake’s character arcs, which I might talk about later.) And I want to be able to critique those flaws. Ultimately, I think we still needed more time and development to figure out who these new people were—even if our goal was ultimately to compare them to their earlier selves. And again, more conscious acknowledgement of the problem from our heroes—especially John, the linchpin in this last and biggest act of duplication—might have helped drive this theme home.

Still, I think the Problem of Dead Marios is one of the most fundamental questions of Homestuck, maybe THE biggest question. It’s essential to understand it to understand what Hussie’s doing—or attempting to do— in the retcon and the ending.

I don’t know that Homestuck offers us a clear answer to that question. There are some confusions around the issue, too. Where do merged selves fit in, exactly? Clearly they’re a big part of the discussion, because Hussie spends some time in Act 6, especially near the end bringing the identity-merging powers of the Sprites to the forefront. (See also: the identity-merged nightmare that is Lord English.)  Can we even come up with a clear answer to what it means when a dead Mario returns to life grotesquely fused with Toad? How does he beat the game? Does he tell himself that the princess is in another castle? Or what if he merges with Peach? Are they their own princess? How do they know if they’re in the right castle?

Um. Anyway—

Interestingly, it’s not all grotesque—spritesplosions suggest that personalities that are too different don’t stay together long, so a fusion might rely on some inherent compatibility between the two players. Erisol’s self-loathing, sure, but also Fefeta’s cheerfulness. Davepeta seems to be a way of bringing out the best in their players, a way of getting Davesprite past his angst and Nepeta past her fear. Honestly, I know a lot of people don’t like Davepeta as the ending of these two characters’ arcs, but I can’t help but love it. They’re the ultimate coolkid. Cool enough to know they don’t have to be cool. Regular Dave got there, too, of course. But was his retcon assist from John ultimately any different?

Then, of course, we come to Davepeta’s speech to Jade in one of the last few updates before Collide. Davepeta suggests that there is such a thing as an ultimate self beyond the many different selves one piles up throughout the cosmos. A set of principles that describes who you are that’s larger than any individual instance of you. Your inherent Mariohood. (Maybe this is comparable to your Classpect identity, which attempts to describe who you are?) Davepeta even tells Jade, strikingly, that one might learn to see beyond the barriers between selves. Be the ur-self, in practice, rather than theory. This would be incredible news for Jade, who wrestles with the issue of different selves perhaps more than any other character. (There’s a lot to say about Jade.)

Honestly, I wish this ur-self idea had been developed more, and I honestly expected it to be. It doesn’t fully come to fruition, I feel. (Same goes for Davepeta’s character. Ohhhh, ZING!) I’m not sure it entirely makes philosophical sense, especially with fusion—I mean, doesn’t Davepeta themself disprove it? Or at least complicate it? Like, are they part of the ur-Dave or the ur-Nepeta? They seem to imply they’re BOTH? Does that even work? Does that mean that Marieach is all the Peaches and Marios at once?

(In fact, Bowser/Peach/Mario are but the three manifestations of one eternal principle. Also, Bowser/Peach are the true power couple. Read my fanfiction plz.)

And what, say, of Dirk, who ultimately ends up rejecting aspects of his other selves? It feels like there’s a lot more you could say here, and I wonder if Hussie would have said more, if he’d had time. What’s weird is, none of our victorious kids never reach an ur-self (though to their descendants, they become archetypal to some degree), which one might have expected. They’re just individual selves who happened to get lucky. Does that make them representative of the whole? It feels like something’s missing here, or like something got dropped at the last minute.

Same goes for the idea of the Ultimate Riddle. You’d be forgiven for missing it, but there’s been this riddle in the background lore of SBURB that seems to have something to do with personal agency in this overwhelming, overarching system. Karkat called it predestination, saying something like “ANY HOPE YOU HAD OF DOING THINGS OTHERWISE WAS JUST A RUSE.” But others have interpreted it more positively. My favorite interpretation, from bladekindeyewear: the answer to the Riddle is that YOU shape the timeline through your existence, personality, and choices, even when it looks like it’s all predestination. Ultimately it’s your predestination, your set of events, based deeply on your nature, that you are creating. Someone like Caliborn can use his innate personality to achieve power; someone like John might be able to use it to achieve freedom.

I definitely expected something like that to be expressed more explicitly. Like, a big ah-ha moment that helps John or Jade or whoever understand how to escape Caliborn’s system. Something like that would have been very helpful for a lot of our heroes, actually, who’ve been pushed around by Skaia and SBURB together, in finding a cathartic ending.  Once again, I wonder if something was dropped or rushed because there wasn’t time to put it all in. There’s places where you can see hints of that Answer being implied, maybe? But it’s kind of ambiguous.

You can see how the Answer to the Ultimate Riddle ties into some of Davepeta’s ideas. If your personality, the rules of your behavior are a fundamental archetype that goes beyond each individual self, then the answer to whether it matters if one self of yours makes it through to victory is an emphatic YES. You are all of those people, and by winning one round with Skaia, you’ve won the whole game, despite all the arbitrary challenges and deaths it heaps upon you along the way.

This may strike some as too positive for Skaia’s brutality, or again, some way of excusing flaws in many characters’ arcs, or unfair things that happen to them. To be fair, I don’t know that Davepeta’s necessarily meant to be taken as authoritative or the voice of Hussie. They may simply be offering a purrspective.

Hussie not choosing to come right out and engage with the Ultimate Riddle leaves the question of Dead Marios and what they mean for the victorious versions of our cast very open. I like that in some ways—let the reader decide—but I can’t help but wish we had more to work with in making that decision. Plus, it might have brought the thematic messages of Homestuck all the way home to tie them more closely to our characters and their experiences—character development being one of the things most people found most lacking in the ending.

NEXT TIME: All that wacky gnostic stuff probably

2 - Harry Fic Recommendation

In honour of reaching one thousand followers, I thought I would do another one of these posts and give up some love to some blogs and fics I believe really deserve it. But I just want to say thank you so much to everyone who has followed me, I love and appreciate you all so much.

my first recommendation post

Originally posted by thedailystyles

There is no doubt that I have missed innumerable fics in this post but if you have a fic you believe I would love or deserves more love, always feel free to send it to me!

Once again, I’ll put the blog first, then some of their fics I love in particular with brief descriptions. Some of the fics don’t have titles, so the description is the link.


  • Little Lion Series - I seriously adore this series about Harry being a single dad who falls in love with the reader. 
  • The Princess and the Pauper -  You’re a princess who travels into the city, you see your people struggling and you also meet Harry, a tailor who you feel a strong connection with.






  • Eight Months: part one // two // three // four - this! series! is! amazing! Honestly, I don’t even know how to properly describe it in a way that properly conveys how amazing it is without spoiling anything. Point is, you need to read it right now.
  • I’m just going to advise you spend a few solid hours reading everything this blog has to offer.


  • Dear Mummy - a fic where Harry is Beau’s father. This fic absolutely broke me. Let it break you too. 


  • Clingy - you overhear Harry talking badly about you at a party
  • The Charity Ball -  you’re a med student, and you feel miserable at a hospital charity ball- until you meet Harry.


  • Anger -  Y/N loves Harry to pieces, however, not when he switches from being the nicest man to the complete opposite whenever he’s angry.TW: sexual assault 
  • Ambiguous Love - your best friend Harry kisses you when he gets jealous of someone hitting on you, but this creates a miscommunication about his commitment to you
  • Sick of Losing You -  Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.
  • Needing Comfort -  Harry and Y/N have been fighting for days. On day four, Y/N starts to cry.

Now because this is my thousand follower post and I am a self-indulgent narcissist I’m going to list my favourite fics of my own :)

  • I Wish -  it becomes clear that your relationship with Harry is going to be a long-term thing and he wants to start to become a bigger part of your daughter’s life
  • Perfect - your best friend Harry saves you from your boyfriend when he gets violent 
  • Infinity - you and Harry get into a fight at Anne’s house
  • City of Love - you and Harry are mobbed in Paris and Harry is quick to defend you when a journalist gets violent
  • Lullabies + Dunkirk Skies - soulmate AU where you find the person you’re supposed to spend your life with, just when your life looks like it could end at any moment

Again, thank you all so much! I promise I will be posting more fics soon x

my masterlist // send me a request 


or… harry regrets breaking y/n’s heart

category: angst

I miss you.

His mouth is dry as he stares down at his phone, thumb hovering over the arrow that’ll send the text he’s longing to mail. With another deep breath, he studies the message over again, then begins to question himself. Should I write more? She deserves an apology. Maybe the word crave instead of miss. Yearn for? He deletes the text but retypes it in the same moment.

He’s never felt guilt this deeply before, he’s never so desperately wanted to turn back time and change everything– rephrase all of his words differently. Do things differently. The thought of him not being able to go back and change things hits him like a ton of bricks, sending his short nails into the palm of his hand.

A clap on his shoulder wakes him from his thoughts, and he looks up with attentive eyes. “Ready to go?” Jeff laughs, tucking his heel into the back of his shoe. “Reservations don’t hold themselves.”

“No, yeah.” he rushes, tucking the locked phone into the back pocket of his jeans. “Let’s go.”

“It’s my fucking job, y’know that, we’ve been through this a million times before. Get over it, angel.”

She scoffs in disbelief, untying the silk scarf from around her neck. “Get over it? Get over it. Over my boyfriend of nearly a year not telling anyone about our relationship—?“

“The media would go insane I- fuck I told y’this—”

“I’m not asking you to tell the world, Harry! Maybe your mom, your sister? My family? I’ve been lying to them for way too long, keeping an enormous part of my life away from them how’s that supposed to make me feel? Do you know how distressing it is to be introduced as a friend to you? To not tell anyone, not even my best friend how much you mean to me?”

“Y’do know it’s like that for me as well? A relationship is consists of two people—”

“Not that I’d know.”

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Love Me Do - h.s. a.u. one shot

You met him at a low point, and looking back on that it was probably for both your own good. You met him after 21 years of being single, being the single best friend, being the awkward third wheel, and being the obligatory best friend that was always there for advice and encouragement and comfort, but never comforted yourself.

You were tired of being single. You were tired of the hole in your heart and the tingling heavy feeling of longing for someone to hold. All you wanted was for someone to be worried about you, to talk about you to others in a loving way, to get nervous around you because of their feelings.

You watched a lot of TV and cinema. It was your true passion to direct and be involved in the film industry. Cinematography was your guilty pleasure of a lifestyle you longed for, and film school wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to be in the big leagues, but instead you were just the coffee girl assisting your professors for extra credit and learning their coffee orders by heart.

But mostly, you were lonely.

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Tips for Seniors/Juniors in High School (Plan on Going to College) College Admissions Advice #1

So when I was a Junior/Senior i remember freaking out about what college I wanted to go to and what I wanted to be and whatever

NOW I know I want to be an educator and help teens through this time because I remember how stressful this process was.

So here’s a 10 Tip thread I made for Jr/Seniors in HS who plan on applying to college

Look first of all, let me just say a disclaimer: I am not a college admissions person, this was just my experience with the California’s college application system.

So in my experience: I had the luxury of applying to 10 colleges (8 pub, 2 Priv) all in California #blessfeewaivers

The schools I applied to all ranged from prestigious to average but most of them happened to be my safety schools.

I wanted to point this out bc that was one of the things you SHOULDN’T DO when applying to college.

  1. Don’t doubt yourself

When applying to college, many people get too caught up on rankings and whether they can get in the college or not.

And I was the same way. I even made a list


p>When I was applying to college the main factors I looked for in a school were:

  1. Prestige
  2. Size of school
  3. Weather
  5. Difficulty to get in
  6. How far was it from home
  7. Etc

So make a list of what you want in a college. Especially if you want to dorm. You know what you want whether it be a school by the beach, or a school in a large city etc

Colleges won’t fit everything on your list, but if they do, congratulations you have found your dream school.

  1. Apply to dream schools even if your dream school is insane to get into or it’s far away or whatever, apply to it!!


Your dream school is the place you feel like you’d flourish AND fits the criteria you have set for yourself

Nobody should ever make you feel ashamed of your dream school because in the end if you get in you’ll be happy

Also, apply to places even if you doubt you’ll get in. They may not be your dream school but they might turn out to be.

You’ll have a better chance of getting in if you apply compared to the literal 0 chance you’ll have if you don’t apply.

Just have the guts to apply to your “dream school” or a school you really like aight.

But also realize that if you’re applying to less that 5 schools, then maybe you should consider some safety schools.

  1. Apply to safety schools but not too many like me :)))))

These schools are not even schools that are low in “ranking” They are just schools you wouldn’t mind going to but the point is you’ll def get in.

  1. Apply to schools you feel are what you want without focusing on your major too much

Be aware that yes your major might “matter” but apply to places that interest you as a whole. Your major might change. Your school, probably not.

And know what your comfortable with. Personally, I wanted to go to a school close enough to come home on then weekends but still be able to dorm.

  1. Apply to private schools if you fit any of these 1. You got a dank scholarship 2. You’re not planning on dorming 3. Dream school 4. You’re rich 5. You got a fee waiver and why not

Private schools can be fucking expensive. They are smaller and have a “better quality education” but know that price is the main factor.

Many private schools in Cali offer really good education such as Stanford and USC

But unless they offer you a private school education at a public school price they can put you into some serious debt

Many of them also offer very little financial aid but do give out substantial scholarships. I was offered a $26,000 scholarship to a $65,000 school ???

So unless you have a fee waiver, applying to one of those schools and doing the work for it may not be all it’s cracked up to be in the end.

  1. Work on your personal statement EARLY ASF


Your personal statement is the only place in your college application that you can bluntly state: “IVE STRUGGLED IN LIFE PLEASE ACCEPT ME”

Depending on your past you either dread writing about you or you have nothing to write about.

But seriously start early. And if you don’t know where to start, just free write.

I had a dream and the following day I wrote about that shit and I actually used it in my essay. (As a metaphor)

  1. Apply to Financial Aid and Look & apply for scholarships!

My decision on the school I finally chose had SOO much to do with financial aid.

Some schools sometimes will offer you little to no financial aid and if your a broke bitch like me you’re counting on that financial aid

If paying for college is a factor in your decision plan ahead, like start now.

Career Centers are your holy grail when talking about financial aid and colleges in general.

Look for scholarships to apply to ahead of time and get all the shit you need in order for you to submit them. (Letters of Recs)

Speaking of Letters of Rec, if you are planning on applying to a private school, most likely they will ask you for 2 or more letters of rec

So… 8. Make a Bragging Sheet

A bragging sheet is like a resume but for high school. Make a google doc and put down EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE IN HS OR ANYTHING THAT IS WORTHY OF MENTIONING

For example - Associative Student Body 2020-2024 - (Leadership Role: if any) [And then put a brief description of what y'all do but in a profesional manner]

My teacher made me do this after I asked him to write me a letter of rec and it helped me sooo much bc

  1. This helps bc it will give your teachers (those who will write your letter or rec) something to say about you in their letter.

And make sure to give it to every teacher/ counselor that way they know exactly what they should put in your LetOfRec

  1. If you’re a person who has done a lot of activities in HS, this will help bc most applications will ask you what you’ve done

  2. Scholarships ask you what activities you’ve done in HS and you’ll have them all written down on this doc and all you have to do is copy it

It honestly comes in handy guys and it’s really easy to make. Google Bragging Sheet/Letter for more info about how to set it up

  1. Do test scores matter when applying to college? ACT? SAT? AP? Answer: Yes and No

AP scores only matter if the schools you’re applying to actually give you credit for the test you’ve passed

However, if you are planning to go to a UC, AP English Scores are SUPER IMPORTANT so pass them at least with a 3. Or retake them if you can.

AP scores are also important depending on your major. If you are heading towards a STEM major they can help you gain credit in that area.

As for SAT and ACT scores, they matter depending on the school you’re applying to.

Applying to a more prestigious school, and having a better test score puts you at a greater advantage

But there are many cases where people get accepted to their dream school having really good curricular activities and average test scores

  1. Don’t stess too much

The actual college application is fairly easy to navigate. Especially the UC app. But do not wait until the last day!!!

For a couple of years now the website to submit your application will crash the day the app is due so try to finish it at least two days before

But if you do your bragging sheet, those applications will be so easy bc all you have to do is copy and paste what you already have.

Colleges want to see that you saw high school as a 3 sided Pie Chart filling in Academics, Sports, and Extracurriculars

They want to see that even if you didn’t play sports, you excelled in academics or vice versa.

  1. In the end, any school is going to help you get to where you want to go as long as you also put in the effort to make your dreams happen.

Maybe some schools will get you there faster but how would I know, I’m barely starting that path myself lol

Edit: I’m so happy you all have found this post enlightening!! It makes me really happy to have passed on some of my wisdom. Go check out the rest of my posts if you want more detailed info and if you have any questions feel free to ask!!!

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Imagine Jared and Misha teasing Jensen because you, his favorite actress and celebrity crush, got a part in Supernatural and he acts like a fanboy.

“So how’s it going guys? It’s been quite some time since I last saw you and so much has changed!” the interviewer said with a smile as the three men nodded their heads.

“Oh yeah definitely! I mean I- I died, so there’s that.” Misha said with a shrug and Jared and Jensen snickered “You know-” he spoke up again, raising a finger “I think the only sad thing about it is that it wasn’t Jared that did it, it’s sad for him at least.” he looked at the taller man you nodded his head with a grin.

“Agree, absolutely agree! So I am just here and apologizing to you Misha, I will try harder next time to convince the writers to let me do that!” he said and Misha laughed himself.

“Well, glad to know you guys are taking well to that!” she laughed.

“Oh yeah, he’s a Winchester. He’ll be back, we don’t worry about that.” Jensen shook his head and Misha grinned.

“I love just how normal this sounds in the fandom to be honest!” she chuckled “Speaking of which: there has been a new addition to it, right?”

“Uh the Nephilim, right?” Jared spoke up with a smile “Yeah, I am sure this will be so much fun, we have already filmed a couple scenes and I’ve read some of the future scenes too and it’s all so much I honestly didn’t know they could take it this far! I really think he’s one of the most interesting characters we’ve ever had.”

“That’s amazing, try not to kill him to fast boys.” she chuckled an they laughed.

“Well, I’ll- I’ll try to hold Jared back since he wants to turn this into Friday the 13th all of a sudden!” Jensen said with a grin, pointing at his friend.

“Me or you? Dude, we need to avenge our friend’s death even if he is not directly responsible!” Jared shook hs head with a laugh.

“You said you’d like to kill me yourself just a second ago!” Misha exclaimed and Jared shrugged.

“That’s exactly what I mean. Took away the perfect opportunity!” he said so simply that it actually made everybody laugh.

“Glad to see you still love each other just as much as the first day, even after all these years.” she said with a giggle.

“Oh trust me!” Jensen piped in “I still want to off both of them just as much as the first day of meeting them!”

“Seriously?” Misha laughed at him as Jensen grinned “What am I supposed to say then you assholes?” he said in disbelief and Jensen shook his head, laughing wholeheartedly.

“Yes, yes we really are a family here as you can see!” Jared said with a big smile.

“That is great to see then.” she chuckled, flipping through her card for the next question “Other than this one addition to the show, one we’ve really been waiting for actually there was one that has been announced this summer and it really surprised everybody! I’m talking about a new ally that we may not know the actual name of but know is going to be one hell of an appearance since she’s portrayed by an amazing actress as (Y/n)!” she said with a grin and Misha and Jared smiled widely as the glanced at Jensen, whose head hang low.

“Oh there we go.” he mumbled and she raised an eyebrow.

“And that would mean?” she asked as she too a look at the snickering Jared and Misha.

“You know I actually thought I was going to avoid the embarrassment but nope, here comes possibly the worst moments of my life.” Jensen rested his chin on his palm and sighed, a little too dramatically.

“Why so?”

“You’ll see. Oh you’ll see.” Jensen mumbled, glancing at his friends from the corner of his eyes.

“Oh relax, we’re not gonna embarrass you… a lot.” Misha said with a shrug as Jensen scoffed.

“Well, let me explain everything cause you seem confused.” Jared got on a serious face and Jared just hid his face behind his hands at what was coming “Jensen is a fan of (Y/n)’s. Like not the normal kind, if there is that, no. Not the ‘Oh I love your movies, can I have an autograph?’ absolutely not. He’s more like- Do you remember Becky from the show?” he asked and she nodded her head.

“Yeah, yeah I do. That kind of fan?”

“No, no.” he shook his head “Worse! Actually much much worse!” he exclaimed and Misha snickered “He’s seen all of her movies at least ten times each, and his favorites- oh those I can’t even count. He knows the dialogs better than the actors that have actually been in them. And he’s seen every interview she’s ever had, like every one of them I am not kidding you! And- and Chuck forbid if she uploads a photo or video on any of her social media oh dear! The first like will always be his! Always I swear!”

“And he sure as hell won’t stop talking or at least thinking about it all day!” Misha spoke up, looking at Jensen who was shaking his head with a small whine leaving his lips “He hasn’t commented on any of them, not yet but oh Castiel help anyone that dares say they are her biggest fan! Nope, they don’t live to see the next day come!” he shook his head “Absolutely not! And let’s not get started when someone mentions her, he will pop in worse than Castiel himself! He almost gave one of the make up artists a heart attack!”

“So as you expect-” Jared wet on from then “When we found out that she had actually audition for a role in Supernatural, we did our best to avoid him at all costs!”

“Why that?”

“Because he was a mess of nerves and stuttering and awkwardness. Dean around a woman has nothing in common with what he was just at the mere thought she’d be on set with us! He’d ask questions about himself, and what she’d think and then thing of everything that could go wrong and all the ways he could embarrass himself in front of her!” Jared said with a chuckle as the only thing Jensen could do was mumble 'I hate you’s.

“Wow I really think that filming this season is going to be interesting then huh?”

“Oh I’m already sure we’ll have the best gag reel ever!” Misha said proudly and Jared nodded his head.

“We can’t wait for the teasing- er I mean shooting to begin!” he said and Misha snickered.

“I- I don’t really know why I hang out with these guys anymore.” Jensen huffed, shifting in his seat.

“Well, although Jared and Misha made it pretty clear I’d like to ask you Jensen if you have anything to say about (Y/n) being in Supernatural?”

“Well, uhm I’m sorry for a moment I was too caught up planning their deaths.” Jensen cleared his throat, blinking.

“Pff as if. He’s too caught up thinking about her. Cough – celebrity crush for life – cough some more.” Jared said with a smirk and Jensen only rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna try to ignore the moose and uhm say that, honestly and all jokes aside I was really excited that we were going to have such an amazing actress on the show. It’s not every day an oscars’ winner wants to be part of this. I know she declined several movies to be able to be here with us, at least for this season and if that’s not honoring enough I don’t know what is.” he shrugged “I think- honestly, know she is going to do an amazing job in bringing this character to life and give her the depth and feelings she really needs and yeah maybe it’s the fan in me talking but I really think this is going to be my favorite season so far!”

“Alright, it’s great to hear that from you guys now.” she flipped through her cards, her eyebrows shot up once she read the question.

“Oh wow, alright- so I have a you could say question here that has been sent by the actual authors of the show to me. They told me they wanted the reactions captured on camera and I couldn’t understand then but now I really do understand.” she chuckled, catching their attention.

“They said they wanted to tell it to you when giving out the script for the next episode you have to film but found this as a great opportunity to let you, especially Jensen, know.” she looked at them.

“I’m… kinda scared now.” he mumbled.

“They’re killing you off dude!” Jared said with a snicker “Shame you won’t have a scene with your princess.” he said and only got a hit on the head from him.

“Uh actually quite the opposite.” she spoke up “To Jensen: How does it feel being told that (Y/n)’s character is going to be Dean’s most serious love interest along with everything that comes with that?

just noticed something

in [S] Make Her Pay, right before Aradia starts beating the shit out of Vriska, there’s this image:

which i originally thought was Vriska trying to start something. But upon closer inspection, what I had seen as a fight pose is actually much more peaceful and submissive. 

Notice how her left hand, which, being (arguably) her dominant hand as well as being made of metal and therefore much stronger than her right, is lowered and in an open, somewhat relaxed position, while her right is loosely extended with her hand open and facing sideways. 

that doesn’t seem like an aggressive gesture to me. More like a handshake, or maybe an apologetic ‘hey, look,’ sort of thing. We know when she’s feeling cocky she’s ALWAYS smiling, and she folds her arms over her chest and leans backward, or puts her hands on her hips, or otherwise just really gives off an arrogant facade that gives the impression that she just really loves fighting. 

But we can see here that isn’t the case. Her body language is much more submissive and apologetic. She’s not smiling, her back is stooped, herhead is down, and her face gives off more of a ‘hey, I’m sorry’ kind of impression than a ‘you’re in for it’ one. 

And let’s be honest here. If Vriska wanted to fight, she would have pummeled Aradia all over again. She’s powerful enough to give Jack Noir a run for his money. But she let Aradia beat her up. Why? 

Because she was trying to make it up to Aradia. She was trying to apologize for killing her. Vriska feels awful about what she did. She didn’t want to do it in the first place, but Scratch maniulated her into it (that doesn’t erase the fact that she still did it, but the fact remains that she never wanted to be the way she is). In this frame we catch a glimpse into a side of Vriska we rarely get to see: she’s apologetic, insecure, reaching out to make amends. And she lets aradia beat her to a pulp without retaliating because, deep down, she feels that she deserves it, and she doesn’t want to hurt her again. 

Now, an argument could be made that she was trying to get aradia to beat her to within an inch of her life so that she could get Tavros to take her to her quest cocoon and ascend to god tier. But if that were purely the case, wouldn’t she have orchastrated a less painful way? Wouldn’t she have come at aradia the way she normally does, ensuring aradia would be angry enough to attack? Would she have put her life in Tavros’ hands willingly, not knowing for a fact that he would stand up for her? This is the person she always accuses of being spineless and weak. And using her powers would undoubtedly make it impossible to convince aradia, because being mind-controlled by her would make him appear like a zombie–aradia would know in an instant that her longtime friend wasn’t acting of his own volition. 

One thing we know about Vriska is that when she takes chances, she makes sure all of the odds are in her favor, and that she is in control of every piece of the puzzle. A plan in which she depends upon the heroic action of someone she thinks of as cowardly does not sound like a plan she would make. Rising to godtier was obviously only a plan B for if she ever got seriously injured, otherwise she would have just cut out all the middlemen and done it herself. Asking Tavros to put her out of her misery yet not psychically forcing him to do so wasn’t premeditated, it was the product of a severely wounded Vriska, who feels betrayed by aradia, and is now seeing a new, braver side of tavros and pinning her hopes of having someone there for her on him by testing his resolve. She doesn’t want to make the choice for him again, as she had pre-sgrub, because she feels guilty about that too. In a way, this is her twisted way of asking for forgiveness from tavros, feeling that her chance to make amends with aradia is shot. In the ‘K8LL ME″ scene, she has become isolated from everyone she had considered her friend, having burned all of her bridges before sgrub, and is now pinning the last of her hope for…redemption, friendship, validation… all on tavros, because he’s the only one left. The only one who helped her when she was dying, the only one who believed in her (or so she feels). 

And this really explains her behavior on the meteor. The whole flash, every single one of her interactions is her desperately trying to reach out to anyone and everyone, trying to redeem herself by hatching a plan to kill jack–blinded to the concequences of this action, trying to antagonize terezi for some bit of blackrom normalcy from their scourge days, initiating a conversation with eridan of all people, being friendly and supportive to feferi and nepeta, trying to connect with equius and kanaya, encouraging tavros, trying to joke around with sollux, and humoring karkat and gamzee. And her interaction with Aradia? She avoids trying to apologize, seeing as it was something that apparently set her off last time, and instead adopts her usual abrasive style of talking. She admits that aradia’s clapback hurts. When Aradia threatens her, saying she could ‘kill her with a twitch’, vriska says ‘yeah, but you won’t!’…which seems like a taunt at first, perhaps meant to imply weakness, or rub it in her face that tavros protected her, but I think it could also betray a bit of hope. ‘you didn’t kill me when you had the chance’, to vriska, could seem to be something like ‘there’s hope that we could put the past behind us and be friends’. 

idk just some thoughts 

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60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me" with harry please❤️❤️

here it is, sorry it took me so long i hope you like it 💕

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I was having a small get together at my place to celebrate Harry’s single coming out and his appearance on SNL, all of us still buzzing with the excitement from seeing the show in person. Everyone was drinking and talking about their favorite parts of the night, and praising Harry on his accomplishments so far. He had been grinning all night, and I was sure his cheeks probably hurt from it. Even so, his smile never faltered, not even for a second.

Seeing him perform on his own for the first time was honestly amazing. He looked right at home on that stage with his band. Throughout his performances he would look over at me and I’d smile, and he’d smile back, and it seemed to calm his nerves a bit every time. He had been extremely nervous all week, being that he had to perform two new songs and be in skits. 

It was after rehearsal one day, which I had been the only one of Harry’s friends to be invited to attend, that I had saw him kind of staring off. He had something big on his mind. I walked up to him, breaking him out of his trance.

“Oh, hey,” He smiled slightly, still a bit out of it.

I chuckled. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” He waved me off, putting his guitar down on its stand and turning back to me. “Just thinking about stuff, is all.”

We sat on the edge of the stage, our feet on the stairs as it got quiet. After a while, Harry spoke up.

“I’m so damn nervous, (y/n).” He sighed, looking around the place. It was so empty when the band and other crew had left, Harry and I the only ones out where the main stages are.

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be, Harry. You’re going to be amazing Saturday. You and the band are ready for this.”

“I know they’re ready,” He said as he messed with his hair. “I just don’t want to let them down. What if I fuck up or something? It’s live all across the country.”

“You’re not going to fuck up,” I told him.

He looked at me. “How do you know?”

“Because I believe in you. And I know how talented you are. This is a huge moment for you, and I know you’ll be amazing. You always are,” I assured him.

He searched my face, then looked away, playing with his rings absentmindedly. “Thanks, (y/n). I really appreciate you being here and supporting me all this time.”

“It’s no problem,” I wrapped my arm around his and lay my head on his shoulder. “That’s what best friends are for, right?”

He sighed, then said, “Yeah, I guess so,”

“My favorite part of it, hands down, was Harry as Mick.” Niall said, everyone agreeing.

“He absolutely crushed it,” Liam added.

“I loved the soldier skit,” My friend, Remy, spoke up. “It was so hilarious.”

I looked around at everyone, then realized that the topic of the conversation was no where to be found. I got up, leaving the now intoxicated group and looked around, not seeing any trace of him until I noticed the back door wasn’t closed all the way. I walked out, then saw Harry sitting criss-cross by the pool, two empty beer bottles next to him.

“You weren’t thinking of jumping in, were you?” I called out, startling him a bit.

“Oh, uh.. no.” He chuckled nervously.

“Good,” I said as I made my way over to him, sitting beside him on the concrete. “Because you’ve been drinking, and your outfit cost over six thousand dollars and is dry clean only, so I don’t think it’ll do well in chlorine.”

He laughed slightly, then said, “I was just thinking, is all.”

“About your performance? Because it was incredible, you did so well. Just like I knew you would.” I complimented.

“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have gotten through this week if it wasn’t for you,” He confessed. “It was kind of odd being alone, but it felt right at the same time. And it’s crazy how much people like the music I’ve put out already… It makes me more confident knowing that they actually think it’s good and it’s not just me thinking it’s alright, you know?”

“Oh absolutely,” I nodded. “I knew how much everyone was going to like it when you played the album for me the first time.”

He chuckled again, pointing at me. “You did go on about that,”

It got quiet, the sounds of crickets and the pool filling the air. Then, Harry spoke up again.

“But I was also thinking about… um… there’s this girl, and… I really like her. Well, I’ve liked her for a long time, and I’m too afraid to say anything to her about it. I just don’t want to ruin things, you know? Like, what if she doesn’t feel the same and things get awkward between us?”

My heart sank a bit, hearing that Harry liked someone. Mainly because I was sure it wasn’t me. We were best friends, he probably thought of me as a sister to something. Which would make things extremely weird, considering I loved him more than a best friend would. I wanted to be more than best friends, but he wanted that with someone else. I pushed my feelings aside, then gave him advice.

“Honestly harry, I have no idea what girl in her right mind wouldn’t be interested in you. I mean, you’re handsome, smart, funny, charming, caring, extremely talented… Not to mention, I’m pretty sure you’re the sweetest guy to ever live, so.”

A big smile grew on his face, like the one that usually appears when he’s about to make a joke or pick on me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

I gave him a confused look, both of us laughing. “I think you’re mistaking me complimenting you so you gain enough confidence to ask this girl out already, for me seducing you? They’re two separate things, just saying.”

He scoffed, acting like I hurt him. “So you didn’t mean any of it, you were just trying to inflate my ego?”

“Of course I meant it,” I rolled my eyes at him. “But if it happened to make you gain a bit of confidence too, then I did my job.”

He smiled at me, then looked at the pool again. “You really think I should go for it?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “And if she turns you down, then I’ll have some choice words for her.”

He gave me a look. “Hm, I didn’t peg you as the type to curse yourself out like a mad person.”

I giggled at him, then realized what he just said. I was the girl he was asking me for advice about. I was the one he’s liked for a long time. He actually liked me back.

“Holy shit,” I gasped. “You did not just pull the ‘talk to a girl about how you like someone but it’s really her’ move.”

“Yeah, I did,” He laughed. “I know, it’s lame and cliché, but did it work?”

I looked into his eyes, thinking about pulling a joke on him, but his cute and contagious smile caused me to smile too, so I decided not to. “Luckily for you, I’ve liked you for a long time too. So yeah, it did.”

He brushed my hair behind my ear, then leaned in and kissed me.

The door opened, Harry and I turning to see Niall standing there, a smirk on his face. He looked back into the house and said, “See everyone, I told you they’d be out here making out, you all owe me a beer.”

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High-Waisted, Short-Tempered - h.s.

My friend went to a disaster of a family reunion and my other friend went to a concert and wore uncomfortable shorts to look nice and for some reason those two things got stuck in my head during my flight and so therefore I wrote a blurb about it while I have time and I think this is probably how my writing will go on from now on instead of seven part series so yay here we go! 



You hadn’t talked for almost an hour, and though many would have figured you were asleep, Harry knew better than to think so. He’d been working with you for almost two years now and that meant spending every single day with you 365 days give or take a couple. And he could tell when you were really sleeping … because it was absolutely adorable.

He knew he shouldn’t have asked to come with you. He knew that even though you were in good standings with your grandparents, it was the cousins that always got you agitated. But he couldn’t help himself when you’d talked about the initiation to the family reunion and how your older cousin now married, Tiff, had told you to, “Bring a friend!”

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Teach Me How to Be Quiet


genre: smut, fluff?, tiny bit of angst but it’s not a lot

warnings: teacher x teacher, blowjobs, deepthroating, public!kink, hs!au, phil not being good at all at keeping his composure

words: 1568

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a/n: so like i rly liked this prompt so i did it ehehe. i’m tired as heck, but hopefully if things go right i should be done with most hw tomorrow and i should have tgtbatd updated for yall on thursday :) thanks for being patient and also thank you for helping me reach my next hundred!!! enjoy <3333

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161206 Melon Radio SVT - Dorm Stories

(The members will tell a story about a member’s behaviour that is weird or out of place in the dorm aka complaining about your members)

SK : The8′s expression really shows that he really want to talk about something is really outstanding. Yes, The8.

The8 : I really have something to say.

SK : Who? Who? Who? To who?

The8 : To Vernon

SK : Ah~ Vernon

The8 : I usually like the dorm to be in clean and neat state. Our Vernon-ie really didn’t clean up his clothes. 

MG : That’s true.

The8 : From Aju Nice era till now, I think he didn’t clean up his clothes.

SK : Wait a minute. If you said Aju Nice, it was from July. Even after 5 month, you still didn’t clean up the mess. Is there any witness for this incident?

MG : I have an additional statement to give.

SK : Additional statement, please go ahead.

MG : Do you remember the day we moved into the new dorm? Do you know the green box that we brought together on that day?

SK : Ah, the moving goods?

MG : We still have that box.

DN : That was enough

MG : It’s not like we still have the box, but the box is still there in it’s original state and on top of it, there are clothes pilling up and the green box is starting to get buried. I think he’s always ready to move out.

SK : Wait a minute. I think we cannot just let it pass without hearing to Vernon’s story.

VN : I don’t think you need to listen to it. Actually I don’t have anything to say about this.

JH : Vernon, is that green box your treasure?

VN : No, it’s just that without I realizing it, pilling up clothes on the green box was comfortable for me.

SK : Vernon, because we talked about this while laughing, you might think that we are just joking, really, please clean up soon! We already moved to the new dorm for 10 month, what were you doing until now still didn’t clean up? That’s what we want to say to him.

VN : Actually I was just staying still waiting for when will this story will be brought up. So it came out here. Sorry.

JH : So you were watching and waiting (our reactions)

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Hi! Hope you’re all well. :)
It’s in the middle of the night and I have just reread my one shot Party Monster . It got me inspired to write this little story which I hope you will like. It isn’t a part2 but a small story about the same characters. x 

Warnings: Not smut but definitely hinting on it more than once.

Listen to the song ‘Reminder’ by The Weeknd whilst reading this. x

With Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist in a tight hold, the skin of his warm and bare chest pressed to my back and his soft lips nipping and biting the skin at the back of my neck, I felt happy. Every inch of my body was tingling form our earlier activities and my head felt like it was dizzy still.
I nestled my face further into the pillow supporting my neck and sighed when I relaxed further into my boyfriend’s body.
A hum into my ear had the toes of my feet curl and I whimpered when his teeth grazed the base of my neck, very much aware that he would leave a visible trace on me.



I whined and tried to move, discovering that with his vice of a hold that was impossible. 

“Want to turn over,” I complained, sounding like a child, “Want to see you.” 

“But I like you like this,” Harry replied while his feet rubbed against my calfs and he moved to press himself even more against me, “You’re surprisingly comfy.”

His warm breath fanned over my bare back as he spoke, his body lowering further down until his mouth was pressed against and kissing the bottom of my spine, making me giggle and whine in his arms. His loving kisses tickled my sensitive body, bringing it back to reality after what he’d just finished doing with me. The covers around us exposed our bodies the further he moved down and I hurried to cross my arms and cover my chest. Cold air hit our skin, earning a growl from Harry in discomfort. I tried to wiggle around once more but his hands pressed flat to my stomach and stilled me, allowing him to proceed with kissing my naked skin. 
I loved him. I loved him so much it made me half crazy. With his lips on my skin and his lean body practically wrapped around me I couldn’t find anything to complain about.

“Surprisingly?” I asked, feigning to be offended by his words though of course he could read right through me.

Harry chuckled and I shrieked when he bit my hip. “Well, not that surprisingly I guess. Your body is perfect. ”

Blushing I shook my head and hoped my heart would stop its wild jumps in my chest.

“So cuddly,” Harry continued to compliment before raising up long enough for him to turn me flat on my back, body laying sprawled out beneath his as he hovered over me. “My cute girl. So pretty, too. And warm.” 

His nose nudged my cheek as he groaned and I breathed in shakily, fingers fisting the back of his neck. The skin of my stomach shuddered when his chest grazed it as he allowed himself to lay down, keeping most of his weight off me and only burdening me with enough to let me know that he was here, with me, which was just what I needed after tonight. My eyes searched to lock with his and suddenly my throat felt very dry. The sparkling green orbs changed and Harry frowned when he observed the change in my expression.

“Baby,” he breathed, lips ghosting over my own, “what’s the matter?”

“Are Jamie and Kim going to split up?”

Jamie and Kim were two of Harry’s acquaintances, people he liked to spend time with but did not consider his friends, especially since he knew that I didn’t like either of them at all. Jamie was a funny guy, however one drink too much and he could get quite handsy. He never touched me inappropriately, Harry would have murdered him had he tried, but he liked to wrap his arm around people or rest his hand on the shoulder of the person he was slurring his stories to and that I could not stand. And Kim… well, she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and that could be exhausting after some time.

Harry sighed at my question and let his head fall to rest on my shoulder. His fingers lazily drew patterns over the skin right under my breast and I was reminded of how incredibly comfortable I felt with him. There was nothing awkward about being naked with Harry and that made my heart burst with happiness. 

“Why are you asking me that?” he looked at me with confusion written all over his face.

I shrugged and gently scratched the back of his neck to soothe him. Perhaps mentioning another guy’s name whilst laying in Harry’s bed wasn’t the best idea.
“He cheated on her. In front of all of us… I mean she must be-”

Devastated. But Kim’s heart wasn’t soft enough to get sad. I lowered my gaze to Harry’s chest, only looking at him again when his lips kissed my temple.

I sighed. “Surely she must be furious.”

“Very. Slapped him left and right according to Nick’s texts,” Harry shook his head and pulled me closer into him, “M’glad we left before all the drama started.”

Tonight Harry and I had gone to a club Jamie always liked to talk about, which was surprisingly fun. Harry normally never took me with him when he went out, always insisting that he rather not see me surrounded by drunken and overly confident males, but tonight we had decided to celebrate. So I’d gone out with Harry always hovering around right beside me, one of his hands touching my body at all times to keep me close and looked after. No one even dared to as much as look at me the wrong way, not with the tall man kissing and holding onto my body as if we were tied together by an invisible bond. It had been fun. He sure knew how to dance and it’d been thrilling to make out like teenagers in the middle of a dance floor, not caring at all about the people watching us with envious eyes.
The fun had come to a quick end when Jamie decided to cheat on his girlfriend Kim by kissing a girl and letting her grope him as if they weren’t in public. Any other girl, me included, would have broken down in tears and been upset upon witnessing such thing, but Kim… oh no. She was ruthless when angry and so Harry had pulled me away and he’d hurried to get me home before we’d be pulled into the mess that was sure to follow Jamie’s actions.

Harry frowned upon inspecting my breast from up close, “I don’t remember leaving a hickey here.”

His finger pressed to the red skin of my left breast and I tensed, shifting and winding in his embrace.

“That hurts,” I whined, “it’s sensitive.”

Instantly his hand fell away and instead his lips pressed a soft kiss to the skin. “M’sorry, baby.”

His nose nudged and rubbed against the mark. “Looks good on you though.”

“You’re changing the subject.”

My arms wrapped around his neck and Harry intertwined our legs once more. “Why you want to talk about people’s relationship you don’t even like is beyond me. There are at least two things I would much rather talk about.” 

I batted the hand travelling to my right breast away. “Because I want to hear your opinion.”

“Kim’s a pain,” he said lightly, “Can’t stand her and m’not surprised that Jamie’s got fed up with their relationship.”

“Let me sit up.” 

My voice was tense and this time when I moved Harry loosened his hold and allowed me to escape his embrace. Again I crossed my arms over my breasts to shield them from his view and though Harry was confused by my sudden change in behaviour he didn’t hesitate to pick the shirt he’d worn that day up from the bottom of the bed and hand it to me. Wordlessly I slipped it on, moved away from the middle of the bed and sat by its edge. 

“What did I say?” his voice asked from behind me, “S’wrong now? You don’t like her either, Y/N.” 

“No, but saying that she’s a bitch and deserves to be cheated on isn’t the greatest thing to hear from one’s boyfriend, okay? You’re basically defending what Jamie did.” 

“Hey now.” Harry sat up and I almost pulled away when his hand pressed flat against my back, “Don’t put words into my mouth.” 

“I’m not,” I insisted, saddened by his rough words against a woman who’d just been humiliated, “You said that, Harry.”

Harry sighed and I heard the covers ruffle when he crawled over to where I was sitting. His chest pressed to my back and when his arms wrapped around my body there was nothing in me that wanted to fight him off. I whimpered when his lips pressed to the sensitive skin of my neck and just like always I was at his mercy the moment he started to kiss me there. The feeling of Harry pulling me onto his body and back into bed left my legs as weak as jelly, especially when he went to lay back down with me right on top of him. 

I whined. “Harry, don’t, please. I’m mad at you and rather not be in bed with you right now.”

“I don’t think that what he did is okay,” Harry spoke into my ear, not loosening his hold for once, “M’not defending him cheating on her.”

“Let go.”

“Stop it, Y/N, you aren’t angry with me. You’re worried. And I don’t have a clue why so please just tell me what your pretty head is burdening you with so we can go to sleep.”

Harry was right, of course and I was glad he held me to him, but there was no way of telling him what was going on without making him angry.

“What’s the matter?” 

“I think Jamie is the asshole. Not Kim.”

“Both of them are,” Harry agreed into my neck, “S’hard to like her company and he… is an impossible guy. Wouldn’t want to date either of them, that’s for sure. Which is why I got myself a very lovely girlfriend of my own and now why do we have to talk about this when I would so much rather have you sleep happily by my side?”

A deep sigh fell from my mouth and I could feel Harry relax under me when my hands intertwined with his, giving him a clear sign that I was no longer mad at him.

“Do you think cheating is okay?” 

He groaned. “No, Y/N, I don’t.” 

“Stop acting as if I’m annoying you by questioning what you just said. You’re the one who’s first reaction to Jamie cheating on Kim is telling me that she’s awful anyway.”

My body was pushed off his chest and this time when my eyes found Harry’s I saw no confusion in his gaze. Instead both of his palms settled on my hips and my cheek was kissed by his mouth noisily. 

“Y/N, my love,” Harry spoke, voice sweet and gentle. One of his hands caressed my cheek and when I closed my eyes I could feel the familiarity of his lips ghosting over my closed lids, “I would never cheat on you.”

The promise was made without any kind of hesitation in his tone, like he hadn’t even for a moment considered to say anything else. 

“I never needed anyone the way I do you and by this point I can’t even as much as think about being with another girl.”


“No,” Harry shook his head.

His hand grasped by chin to hold my head in place and when he kissed me I couldn’t do anything but let him distract me from my worries long enough to make any doubt go away. It didn’t take long. The pressure of his mouth was just the reassurance I needed, his familiar hands caressing my face, hair and neck and the groan falling from his throat when my own fingers fisted his hair and scratched his back let me know that just like I couldn’t want anyone else, Harry didn’t want anyone but me either. 
When he granted my aching lips a break I found myself smiling and breathing him in.

“Would you forgive me if I cheated on you?” 

Harry’s question came out neutral and with eyes full of love I didn’t feel the dread of worry I’d felt only a moment ago.

“No,” I murmured truthfully, “I wouldn’t.” 

His hand found mine and he raised it to his lips. “Good. It’s never going to become a situation where you have to make such a choice, that I promise you. But I am glad you know that no man should ever do to you what Jamie did to Kim.”

I leaned in and kissed his jaw. “I love you Harry.” 

Harry chuckled and I cried out when his teeth bit my ear right after he whispered how beautiful I looked to him in this moment. I pressed my open palms against his chest, caressing his soft skin and making him disconnect his teeth from my ear with a low growl. Leaning in I nudged my nose with his jaw, pressed a kiss to his chin and embraced his neck tightly. He held me close enough for me to feel his heartbeat under his skin and with his leg intertwined with mine I was unable to escape, not that I could have ever wanted to anyway.

“I love you a lot, Y/N.”

The way he spoke the words made them sound like a promise and I was calmer than ever before. Harry was good to me, looked after me and with him I was safe. Never before had I felt this good in my life. 

“You really wouldn’t ever let me down, would you?” 

He shook his head and I kissed him, giving him all the promises there were to make. 

I hope you like this! I have an idea and I hope you will be as excited about this as I am: One of my current fav artists is The Weeknd and I would really like to write several one shots that are related to each other by being inspired by his songs. Much like this one as well as ‘Party Monster’ they wouldn’t be about the things he’s singing about, but influenced by the mood he sets with his melodies.



This year you and Harry had decided to host Thanksgiving dinner. Yes it was an American tradition but you, your families and friends had adapted it just as another reason to have everyone together. You and Harry had never hosted but since you two were married now and had your own house you decided it was time. Also this year you had a special surprise to tell your family and close friends.

Everyone had arrived an hour or so ago. Once all the food was ready they had filled their plates and were sat down to dig in. While people were eating and drinking it was mostly silent besides compliments about the food being wonderful. Niall had of course finished his food first so he was the one to break the silence. “Oi Harry, when ya gonna knock her up eh? Been married a good long while already mate, would’ve done it by the end of da first month!”

You choked on the bite of food you had in your mouth. You watched everyone’s eyes go wide at Niall words. Niall’s wife who was sat next to him turned and whacked him upside his head with a harsh whisper of “Niall James Horan!” You giggled a bit at Niall wincing and rubbing the back of his head. “Jeeze love, I was just joking, that hurt.” Nialls chuckled a bit giving his wife a small smile. The smile dropped from his face and he instantly shut up when she whispered back to him “Just shut up Ni, shut up”

You turned your head to the side when you heard Harry clear his throat. Harry was sat there with his hands in fists, glaring at Niall, a glare you hoped to never receive yourself.

“Niall, I swear to god you always ruin things. If you MUST know, we do have an announcement to make.” The whole table went silent again, all eyes on you and Harry. You watched as eyes went wide and tears were forming in some of their eyes like Anne and your mother.

“Oh shit, oh shit I’m so sorry mate oh shit” Niall was spluttering out curse word after curse word trying to apologize. He was turning bright red and hiding his head in his hands. He felt horrible for ruining your announcement with a rude joke.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh before adapting a more serious face and tone, getting Niall’s attention. “Niall, if I hear one more curse word out of your mouth you won’t even be in the running for the role of godfather” You fought hard to keep a smirk off your face as Niall dropped his hands from his face, sporting a look of panic.

Before Niall could get any words out of his mouth you heard Anne speak up. “Wait, are you saying my baby is having a baby?!” Anne’s lip was trembling and her eyes were full of tears. She wore the biggest smile on her face as she saw Harry grab your hand, place his other over your stomach and nod.

“Ya mum, we’re having a baby. That’s why we wanted to host Thanksgiving here this year. We wanted a nice get together with everyone and announce it.” You turned to look at Harry and he was grinning so big all dimples were out on display. And maybe just because you were sitting so close, or you knew he was a bit of a softie, but you swore you could see tears in his eyes as well. “Well it was supposed to be a nice one, until knob head over there ruined it” Harry’s glared over in Nialls direction again, but this time you saw a hint of a smirk behind it.

After the announcement was dropped the room became full with voices. Tears, congratulations, questions and a couple “I’m sorrys” were thrown around. Everyone had forgotten about their food once baby Styles was announced. Chairs were pushed back from the table as everyone came by to hug you and Harry and talk personally. Niall and his wife were the last ones to come up to you and Harry. Niall wore a look of embarrassment and guilt. He kept rubbing the back of his neck with his hand and playing with his face. You knew he felt bad for his joke and ruining the surprise.

“I’m really sorry for ruining the announcement you two. And then for all me cussing. I shouldn’t have said any of that. But I’m so happy for you two, my two best friends having a little one! I do hope you’d forgive me and let me still be in the runnin for godfather?”

You took Nialls hand and pulled him into a hug. Rubbing his back with your hand you pulled slightly away to whisper in his ear “There isn’t a running ya goof, we wouldn’t want anyone else to be baby Styles godfather” When you finally pulled back you saw tears were close to falling from Nialls eyes. You watched him smile and wipe at his eyes with the back of his hand to stop the tears from falling. He hugged you again, and then Harry.

While Niall was hugging Harry they started up a conversation. His wife wore a smile on her face looking at the two boys before turning to you. “I apologize for Ni’s comment. He just really knows how to put his foot in it ya know?” You just giggled. “Oh I know, but he means no harm. Don’t beat up on him too much later okay?” You watched her roll her eyes with a smirk and a soft “No promises” and grabbed Nialls hand as they walked away.

Once everyone had the chance to come up to you and Harry personally everyone went back to the table or living room. You turned when you felt Harry’s hand on the small of your back. Harry was looking at you with a soft smile, chuckling a bit. “Well that was eventful huh love? Not how we planned it was it?”

You leaned into him, wrapping your arm around his waist. You looked up to him giggling. “Not at all. But what did we expect when Niall was invited. Or Gemma. Or quite a few others. If it hadn’t been Niall I’m sure it would of been someone else.” You snuggled your face into Harry’s chest, feeling it rumble with his laugh.

“You’re right love. But now it’s out, and we can relax and embrace the love from everyone” Harry wrapped his arm around you and pulled you so you were more in front of him then to the side. He lifted your chin up and looked at you with the soft smile he only used for you. “You’re gonna be a great mum you know that. Best mum out there. I couldn’t be more happy with our life right now. I love you so much”

Your eyes filled with tears as you lifted up on your toes to kiss him. “This day will go down as one of my favorite memories. And you’re gonna be an amazing father H. I am so happy to be married to you and pregnant with your child. I love you too.”

Although you two had a plan and it didn’t go the way you wanted it to, it was still an unforgettable day. The most important thing was now your family and closest friends knew that you and Harry were having a baby. It was hard to hide it from them until this point and you knew that from now on you’d never be without love or help during this pregnancy. This baby would come out loved by not just you and Harry. But by both his family and yours, and your friends. And hopefully it wouldn’t grow up learning curse words from a certain Irish godfather. You couldn’t ask for a better support system or husband in your life.


Originally posted by dailystrangerthings

Pairing: Dustin Henderson x Sister!Reader

Request: “Oh my god I loved your sibling love with Will Byers and was wondering if you could do it with Dustin?? Something like she is away at college but comes home once Will goes missing because she and Dustin are best friends and the Party tells her everything and they need her to be a distraction to a Officer Callahan (who she went to HS with and he has a crush on) and Dustin becomes overprotective baby brother??”

Word count: 1.126

Posted: 08th of November 2017

A/N: I am posting the first requested imagine, OMG! Thank you so much for the support and I hope that you like this one too. I didn’t know how to set everything and I had a little writer’s block for this one. I am sorry if it’s horrible, please let e know if you don’t like it so I would write another one for you. Sorry, again!

I am accepting some siblings imagine requests for Stranger Things, so send them in! Thank you so much.

-  G. x

Being away from home wasn’t marvellous, college wasn’t pleasurable either. It was stressful and you just had a bunch of studying, projects and homework to do. It wasn’t hard for you to find some friends, because you were charming and congenial, but you were not popular in college. In fact, it was the only difference of high school and college, but it didn’t really disappoint nor bother you and you realized that maybe Hawkins was just too small that everybody knew everyone.

“(Y/N)!” A loud and cheerful celebration was heard from your brother’s two best friends, Lucas and Mike, as soon as you went down to the Wheeler’s basement, the boys’ official meeting and hiding place.

The place was still the same, it was still messy and disorganized. It was obvious that the boys spent too much of their time playing and contemplating, instead of cleaning and tidying. They were kids, what would you expect?

They missed you and, indeed, you were thankful to be back home, nevertheless you heard from your brother that Will, the cute little one, has gone missing. You were worried for him, your brother and his little party. Something creepy and strange was really happening in Hawkins, you just couldn’t know anything about it as people were convinced that it was a quiet and safe place.

These little boys were important to you, not only because they were your brother’s friends, but also because you have already created a bond with them, with their party. You didn’t spend much time with them, but Dustin would always tell you every single detail that happened during the day, being updated to the adventures that they overcame from time to time. He wasn’t just your brother, but also your best friend, your keeper.

“I missed you, boys!” They both welcomed you with their arms wide open and you shared a modest group hug, making your brother join you. You really missed them and you hated that your college was far from home, you just couldn’t spend enough time with them. Not anymore.

“We missed you too, (Y/N)!” They exclaimed in chorus and you broke the hug as soon as you saw a familiar thing sitting on the room’s centre table.

“Dungeons and Dragons!” Your eyes grew wide in excitement and you remembered the hours you spent by playing with the boys. You totally missed everything that was bonded with your childhood. “When was the last time did you play?”

“Uhm.” Mike hesitated to answer and it seemed like his tongue was cut by someone. He couldn’t speak and he started torturing his lower lip mercilessly.

“Last night,” Lucas seriously answered. “the Demogorgon got Will and, then, puff!” He used his hand to explain the happening. You were still amused by their capacity to fantasize something impossible and bizarre.

“Wait, what?” You corrugated your forehead as you couldn’t understand the connection between the Demogorgon and Will disappearing.

“The campaign was going for like ten hours-“ Dustin started and you focused your attention to him, trying to understand everything, but the other boys cut him, making the conversation difficult to be perceived.

“Will didn’t cast protection and fire balled the Demogorgon, he risked his life-“ Mike butted in, but he was quickly shut down by someone else.

“And he got a seven, it got him!” Lucas pointed out and you were still confused. The boys got your facial expression and they started talking together, making a big chaos in the room.

“Boys, boys,” You slightly shouted to call their attention. “stop!” They quickly shut their mouths and let you talk. “This is just a game; Dungeons and Dragons is a fantasy role-playing game and the Demogorgon is not real.” You thought that something strange was happening in your town, but that idea was just insane and crazy.

“But, (Y/N)!” The boys insisted as you separated them from their fantasies and woken them up in the reality.

“Boys,” You halted them once again. “Will needs you, us. We just need to find him, okay? Now, what is your plan?” You insisted as you looked inside the opened backpack in front of you. It was full of snacks and you assumed that it was your brother’s. He was always hungry and he loved food so much.

“There is a search party organized by the officers in Mirkwood, we are planning to go there tonight.” Dustin proudly said and nodded his head to show how convinced he was.

“Why don’t you come with us, (Y/N)?” Lucas suggested whilst he fidgeted with his slingshot. “We need someone to distract Officer Callahan as he would tell our parents that we were there once he sees us.”

“Wait, you are under house arrest? Dustin, you lied to me?” You worriedly asked, turning to your brother to ask for some explanations.

“Hey,” Dustin stopped Lucas, completely ignoring your question. These guys were too determined to go in that search party. “how about no?”

“Why not?” Mike curiously asked his friend. “(Y/N) knows him personally, right? He might spare us!”

“Yeah, but he used to have a crush on my sister way back in High School and I just hate him for that!” Dustin fired back, being the protective brother that he was. You found it cute and sweet, because he still remembered the things you told him years before.

“Dusty,” You smiled at him. “I will be fine, years has already passed.” You remembered how awful Phil Callahan was. He would always follow you everywhere, courting you and giving you stuffs to conquer your heart. You liked him, but you turned him over since he had the habit of overstepping on people’s personal lives.

“Okay, but if he ever touches you,” he fearlessly blurted out. “he would probably get his bones broken or worse: die! I am warning you, (Y/N)!”

You just let out some giggles. Your brother was so cute and lovable when it was about protecting you. He was a little kid, but he perfectly knew how to make you feel better, how to make you feel safe and loved. You may be older than him, but you thought the he was more mature than you.

“All right, Super Dustin, I will call your name if he ever touches me.” You gave him an overwhelmed smile, throwing your hands in the air as you gave up. “Be sure to be there in a second, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry.” He blabbered as he fearlessly closed his backpack. He was so determined and he wanted to save his friend, but protecting his sister and friends at the same time.

“Thank you.” You quietly murmured and you didn’t expect to receive a reply that would leave your mouth hung-open.

“Love is protection, (Y/N)!”

Unforgettable Night

I love this picture so much I cannot describe it with proper words! Look how f*cking handsome he looks! Hope you enjoy this imagine and leave some feedback behind! I’d really appreciate it! Picture is not mine!!!

(Y/N)’s mind was buried deep into her studies as someone knocked on her front door and tore her out of her learning session. Checking up the time of her watch she wore on her wrist she noticed that it was 5 PM in the evening and she had spent fully five hours of studying without taking any break. Only now a slight hint of headache occurred and (Y/N) decided it was a good idea to lay her notices aside and try to relax. She stood up from her chair to respond the knocks on her door.

“I’m coming!” She called and when she opened the door, she was greeted by a very handsome, dimpled young man with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her entire life. Her heart started to flutter. A smile appeared instantly on her lips as she stood face to face with her best friend.

“ ‘ello love!” Harry said, carrying a little bouquet of flowers in his one hand while his other hand held a little white plastic bag. Giving her a kiss on her cheek, he entered the apartment, took his coat off and stepped directly into the kitchen.

“ Hi Harry…” (Y/N) closed the door and followed him straight to the kitchen where he was taking a small box out of the plastic back and unpacking it.

“Bought you your favorite doughnuts, love.” He informed her, handing her over one sweet treat with a pink frosting.

“That’s very lovely, thank you.” The young woman replied and after she took a smile bite from her doughnut and chewed it properly, enjoying the taste on her tongue, she also thanked him for the beautiful flowers that he got for her.

“You really didn’t have to buy me flowers, Harry. I would have been fine with only doughnuts.”

“Nah, I love to make you happy. Besides I thought they could bring some life into your apartment because everything else in here looks boring.” His dimples popped up as he grinned widely at her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, hitting him slightly on his arm.

“Idiot.” She chuckled. “So, what brings you here? I thought I wouldn’t get to see you till next Friday?” She once again bit into her doughnut.

“I had some business to do in the city and was very close nearby so I assumed it was a great idea to check up on you and bless you with my presence.”

“Very thoughtful. I’m honored.” She said, then walking to her fridge to take out two cans of coke.”But you have been careful when you came here, haven’t you?”

“Yes, no worries! There were no cameras or fans around luckily.” Keeping her private life was a high priority in (Y/N)’s life, so when Harry decided to visit her, he had to make sure that no one was chasing after him to not reveal the location of her apartment.

“What have you been up to? Studying again?” He asked.

“Mhm, I have some upcoming exams that I need to get ready for unfortunately. They rob me of my last nerve. It’s unbearable. Urgh.”

“I’m glad that I do not have to study.” Harry said, opening the lid of his coke and taking a gulp out of it.

“You’re lucky you have talent, Harry. If I had a voice as good as yours, I would have probably not put myself under so much pressure.”

“You think being a singer is easy?”

“It’s definitely easier than studying.”

“If you knew.” He sighed.

They both exited the kitchen and made themselves comfortable on the couch in the living room, positioning their drinks on the small table in the middle of the room.

“Do you have any plans on Saturday?” Harry inquired.

“I don’t think so. Why you’re asking?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me to a wedding and be my date for the night.”

(Y/N)’s heart accelerated by the offer that he made her and she felt a blush creeping its way on her both cheeks. Hopefully, Harry would not notice it because that would be very embarrassing. You know, being friends with him was an amazing opportunity and she appreciated that he chose her for being his best friend, however it was not possible to not be attracted to him.

They knew each other for almost one year now. After a small accident in Starbucks in which (Y/N) was too distracted to pay attention to what was going on in front of her and unintentionally bumped into Harry and poured her coffee over her shirt, Harry offered to buy her another one as a compensation because he was not paying attention either. Both of them started to get into a deep conversation where they told each other every single detail about themselves and after that day and exchanging phone numbers, they began to meet each other regularly in their free time.

(Y/N) was aware that their relation was based in a friendly manner but it did not held her back from developing feelings for him. She battled a lot against her emotions for a long but no matter how hard she tried she would lose the fight at the end of the day. Besides, she doubted he could ever like her the way she liked him. There was no way she would tell him about this. Losing him is the last thing she wanted to do.

“Whose wedding?” She asked him.

“Someone from the family.”

“I don’t know, Harry.” She replied, fiddling with her fingers. “I mean I’m not even a family member and I don’t want to disturb the wedding with my presence. Besides, I know no one there and no one knows me.”

“You’re talking nonsense, love! You’ve become a part of the family already if you want it or not. And also, I’m taking you there as a companion. And do not worry, Mum will be there and Gemma and even Lou and Nick. You won’t be alone! And if there’s someone who makes a dumb comment about you, I’ll know how to deal with that person.”

“I really don’t know. It’s been years since I have been to a wedding and I don’t even have a proper dress for the event.”

Harry smiled at her, telling her not to worry. “Leave it to me, love. I know a good store that sells good dresses and I’m sure you’ll like them too. Just say yes please. I really don’t want to go there on my own while everybody brings their dates, wives, husbands or whatever.”

After a few moments of thinking and compensating, (Y/N) finally agreed.

“Alright…I’m coming with you.”

“Good! I’ll tell Lou to pick you up and we’ll see each other at the store on Saturday, agreed?” He held his up, indicating her to give him a high five.


The rest of the evening, they both spent time by watching Netflix and eating lots of Popcorn.



(Y/N) and Lou were standing in front of the store that Harry had mentioned the last time she saw him but looking at the dresses that were displayed made (Y/N)’s inside churn. The dresses were probably more expensive than her rent so how in god’s name should she afford any of these dresses?

“Are you excited?” Lou asked her.

“Uhm… I’m not quite sure to be honest.”

Lou caressed her arm softly in a friendly manner. “Don’t worry. Harry has arranged everything?”

(Y/N) looked at her questioningly. “What do you mean he has arranged everything? He’s not going to pay for a dress isn’t he?”

Before Lou could respond, Harry was approaching towards them, being in a very happy mood. “Hey, loves.” He gave them a tight hug. Then he turned to (Y/N). “Are you ready to pick up a dress?”

“You’re not going to pay for it, are you?” She asked him, kind of hoping he would say no even though she had no idea how to afford one dress.

“Of course I am, love. Come on, let’s go in.” He wanted to grab her by her hand however (Y/N) refused to let him touch her.

“No way, Styles!” She ordered. “There is no way that you’re going to buy me a dress. I’m not allowing it!”

“Love, please! Don’t be like that! Let’s go in!”

“Are you fucking insane? Have you any idea how much they cost? I cannot let you waste so much money for me!”

“First: That’s my money and I can do whatever I want to do with it. Second: I want to spend money for you, so stop bugging and let’s get in.”

(Y/N) stood there, speechless and out of words but she let him lead her into the store. When they entered the store, all three of them were overwhelmed by so many different dresses and even suits.

“Holy shit.” (Y/N) mumbled.

One worker, who was a nice middle-aged lady, walked towards them and welcomed them to the store.

“Good afternoon! I’m Shannon. How can I help you?”

“We need a dress for my lovely friend here.” Harry explained and pointed at (Y/N) who still felt uneasy. The dresses were indescribably beautiful but hella expensive.

“I see.” Shannon smiled. “Do you know what kind of dress you’re looking for?” She addressed to the young woman.

(Y/N) just shrugged her shoulders. “I-I don’t know actually.”

Shannon asked her to follow her and gave her a little tour to each section to present her different kind of dresses. While she was looking around, Harry took out his purse and handed his credit card over to Lou.

“Listen, I have to go and get ready myself. Just buy her the first dress that she falls in love with and don’t care about the price. Just buy it. She shall have the best night of her life and one that she’ll never forget, okay? Use it for everything you need. I’ll wait for you at the wedding.”

Lou took the credit card out of his fingers.

“You really do love her, don’t you?” She smirked at him very knowingly. She had often witnessed how much Harry cared for (Y/N) and this was in a more than a friendly manner. He acted more like a boyfriend than a friend with the exception that they weren’t in a relationship. Lou was the first one who actually noticed his feelings for her however it was a shame they had not confessed their love for each other because Lou could see that (Y/N) loved him as well.

“Just take care of her.” Harry said, leaving her question unanswered. Lou assured him that she had everything under control. They said their goodbyes and Harry left the store.

Shortly after his disappearance, (Y/N) came back with Shannon, however her hands were empty.

“Where is Harry?” She inquired, looking for him.

“He went to get ready himself. We’ll meet him at the wedding. Where is you dress?”

A desperate sigh left (Y/N)’s mouth. “ I really don’t want to buy any of them, Lou. Look at them, they are probably more worth than my existence.”

Lou laughed at her remark. “Stop talking nonsense. Come on I’ll help you.”

The next half an hour, they were searching for the perfect dress. However, when (Y/N) thought she found one, the price tag was the only thing that led her to put the dress back. Even the cheapest one was still expensive and (Y/N) began to feel uncomfortable.

“Found you!” Lou suddenly called and came towards (Y/N) with a black mermaid dress. “You have to try this on.”

“Are you insane?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Look at the price tag! Holy shit! I’m not going to wear that!”

“Yes you are. And now, go get changed before I kick your ass.”

Reluctantly, she headed to the changing room. As she observed the black dress, (Y/N) instantly fell in love with it. The dress fell smooth on her fingertips and had long, lacy sleeves. Also the chest area was covered with lace and had beautiful patterns. Its skirt was very long and she felt that this was her dress. After she squeezed herself into it, of course with Shannon’s help, she observed herself in the large mirror in front of her. The dress fitted perfectly to her body and outlined her curves. She felt pretty and wonderful in this dress, almost like a princess.

She slowly went out of the changing room to present it to Lou and the blonde woman was out of words. “Wow, you- you look stunning, (Y/N). We’re definitely going to buy this!” Shannon also offered black high heels to the dress and after everything was bought even (Y/N) was against it, they drove back to Lou’s to get ready.

“I can’t wait to see Harry’s reaction.” Lou rambled as she did (Y/N)’s make up curled her hair. “God he’ll jump out of his socks when he sees you!”

“Don’t you think I’m too overdressed? I mean I don’t know the bride or groom.”

“Who cares?! You’re Harry’s date for tonight and nothing else matters. Let’s have some fun tonight, okay?”

The young woman sighed and mumbled an “okay”. After Lou was also dressed and ready, they went into Lou’s car and once Lou started the engine, they drove off. Harry and (Y/N) had decided to arrive separately to the event so the risk of getting papped was not too high. She didn’t want the media to make any speculations about Harry and her when there was no sort of romance going on between them. Again, she just wanted to keep her life out of public.

They arrived shortly after Harry had led his family and Nick Grimshaw to their seats and now he was waiting for the two ladies. Of course, he was excited to see (Y/N). He knew she was going to look absolutely stunning. She always did. His heart did some flips as he spotted Lou’s car in front of the event hall. His eyes caught sight of (Y/N) who was stepping out of the vehicle and Harry felt like his knees were giving up and him, refusing to steady him. To tell she was beautiful was an understatement. She was beyond beautiful. She looked like a goddess in black.

“Wow…” He muttered under his breath. He watched her speaking to Lou, before she met Harry’s gaze and smiled at him. She was a bit shaky on her legs because she rarely walked on high heels however she managed it very well. She made her way to his side.

“Hi…” She said sheepishly. She felt his intense glare on her which made her quite uneasy.

“Hello, love.” Harry said, still overwhelmed by her beauty. He took her hand gently and pressed a tender kiss on the back of her hand. “You utterly breath-taking, love.” He spun her around.

“Thank you. You look handsome yourself.” She replied with slight rosy cheeks. They stood there for a little while, smiling at each other and taking in each other’s appearance.

“Shall we go in?” Harry asked, offering his arm for her to hold on.

“Of course, let’s go.”

They walked in where the wedding had already started. People including the married couple were dancing on the dance floor like there was no tomorrow. Harry had already spotted his mother and sister and led her towards the table they were sitting at. Lou joined shortly after.

“(Y/N)!” Anne exclaimed, taking her into her arms. “Nice to see you here! You look stunning, my dear!”

“Thank you! You look beautiful yourself, Anne!” She greeted everyone at the table whose came out to be Harry’s relatives and of course Nick and took a seat right next to Harry.

(Y/N) was observing the actions that were going on as someone at the table asked a certain question.

“Harry, how long are you two together?” The question made (Y/N)’s heart beat faster and even Harry was baffled for a second. But he kept his composure and answered to his relative.

“I’m sorry, there’s a misunderstanding. We’re not dating, we’re just friends.”

“Unfortunately.” (Y/N) added in her mind. There was no doubt how much she wished they both were together. She really wanted to call him hers or being referred as his girlfriend.

“I see.” His relative spoke. “I’m sorry if I caused any inconvenience.”

“It’s alright.”

After many songs, the DJ changed to a slow one, actually Sweet Creature was playing now and Harry stood up, gaining everyone’s attention. He bent down to (Y/N) and said smilingly “May I have this dance, madam?”

(Y/N) looked at everyone at the table, many at them nodding their heads and even Anne indicated her to do so. So she laid her hand on top of his and smiled back. “You may.”

Hand in hand they stepped towards the dance floor, looking like a perfect couple. Once they arrived, Harry gently pushed her forward to his chest, one hand grabbing hers firmly while her other hand was placed on his shoulder. Laying his free hand on her waist, he started to move their bodies to the song. They bodies were dancing in the same pace, slow and elegant, like they were made for each other. (Y/N) felt safe in his arms, only he could radiate a feeling of safety, security and even home. She knew that Harry was home for her, her home and the only place she wanted to stay was beside him. Forever and ever.

But more than friendship was not possible, she knew.

While dancing, Harry placed his head gently on top of hers and hummed along with the song. Even through the volume of the speakers, (Y/N) could still hear his heart beat. The most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

“Again, you look very stunning, (Y/N).” Harry complimented. “I still cannot believe it’s actually you.”

“I can’t either.”

They stared intently into each other’s eyes and even a blind man could tell they were in love with each other. No words were needed to explain their feelings, the looks they shared for each other said everything. Harry was about to bend down to her and (Y/N)’s accelerated immediately, as the song was ended and everybody around them began to clap with their hands. Harry sighed.

“Come with me.” He whispered.” I have to tell you something.” And he pulled her out of the dancing floor to a more private area with hasty steps. (Y/N) could see a hint of distress on his face and began to worry for him.

“Harry, are you okay?” She asked, her voice slightly shaking.

“No I’m not.” He growled, making her flinch. “How can I be when the one I love is close but too far away from me?”

“What are you talking about, Harry?”

He ran his hands through his hair, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

“I can’t do that anymore. I’m sorry but I can’t do that. It kills me, (Y/N), you understand? It kills me!”

“What kills you, Harry?”

“Being friends with you! This is not right and I don’t want this anymore.”

“Oh…” She breathed out, tears were threatening to escape her eyes. Her heart felt like it was stabbed million times, bleeding uncontrollably. “I didn’t know you think that way. I’m sorry if I wasted your time all these months. You just had to say something and I would have been out of your life in no second… I-“

“What the hell are you talking about?” Harry exclaimed. “I don’t want you out of my life. I’ll never want you out of my life, love. Damn, I wouldn’t know how to live without you, okay? The reason why I don’t want to be friends is because I feel more for you than a friend, (Y/N). I can’t treat you like a friend anymore because all I can think about it is how much I want to kiss you and hold you in my arms. I want to wake up beside you and fall down asleep next you. I want to show you not only emotional love but also physical love and please don’t tell me that friends are tended to think like that.”

It was a lot to process for (Y/N) at the moment. Her mind was going crazy and her thoughts were spinning around. Had he just indicated that he loved her? It sounded so surreal to her. After all this time her wish was granted but all she could do think about was how unrealistic it sounded for her.

Two warm hands took her face between them and when she looked up she saw directly into Harry’s eyes. “I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m incredibly and undeniably in love with you. You make me happy in many ways possible and I cannot see myself beside anyone but you. If you give me a chance, I would want to try this out. Please say yes!”

His question was answered as she pressed her soft lips onto his and brought them to their first real kiss. The noises on the background faded out, the wedding was forgotten and all that mattered was this moment, the kiss between them. (Y/N) slung her arms around his neck and pushed him harder to her chest, as he deepened their kiss. His lips tasted like cherry Chap Stick and she couldn’t get enough of it. She could remain forever like this. When they pulled away for air, she nodded her head vigorously. Her chest almost exploded out of love and excitement.

“I want to try.” She said. “I love you Harry and I want to try.”

He gave her his most beautiful and dimpled smile, his were eyes shining out of happiness like two diamonds. He kissed her over and over again that night and he couldn’t get enough of it. Neither could (Y/N). She was finally with the man she always wanted to be with. Harry wanted her to have the best night of her life and indeed this was the best night of her entire life.

An unforgettable night.

My Check, Please! Writing Masterpost


  • PhDs in the NHL (Tumblr) - Tater pursues his astrophysics dreams (early inspiration for the faculty AU)
  • What’s up, it’s Alexei! (AO3 | Tumblr) - Tater, his ESL instructor, and the origin of Falcs TV
  • It’s Cross-Stitching, Not Cross-Checking (AO3 | Tumblr 1, 2) - Dex teaches Nursey and Chowder (and then Jack) how to cross-stitch
  • “Can we please just talk?” (Tumblr) - Tater steals Jack’s shirt while he’s out of town and social media takes it the wrong way
  • “Is your seatbelt on?” (Tumblr) - Jack kidnaps Shitty from law school
  • Not That Kind of Ghost Story (Tumblr) - tiny Halloween Mandy & Jenny ficlet
  • Whiskey’s Hearing Aids (Tumblr) and ASL in the Dressing Room (Tumblr)
  • Golf team AU not!fic (Tumblr)
  • Brasshouse AU not!fic (Tumblr)
  • Pinning (Tumblr) - tiny pinning scenes I wrote for Zimbits (high school AU), Nurseydex, and Lardo/Shitty after I saw “pinning” as a typo for “pining” one too many times


  • Papers, Please! (AO3 | Tumblr) + Supplemental Reading List (Tumblr) - the Samwell Faculty AU
  • Don’t I Know You From Somewhere? (AO3 | Tumblr 1 & 2, 3) - Bitty meets Jack in the grocery store and doesn’t realize he’s famous
  • Paging Dr. Zimmermann: A Hospital AU (Tumblr) - an AU not!fic
  • Meal delivery service AU (Tumblr) - what ended up becoming a collaborative AU started by me


  • The Punk and the Florist (AO3 | Tumblr) - punk musician Dex seeks refuge from fans in Nursey’s florist shop
  • Isla Negra (AO3 | Tumblr) - sequel to The Punk and the Florist, in which Dex takes Nursey to Chile for a music festival
  • The Huntsman and the Bard (AO3 | Tumblr w/art, moodboard) - Nursey writes for a New England travel magazine; Dex is a faerie prince in hiding with a pumpkin farm
  • Now Your Mess Is Mine (AO3 | Tumblr) - Samwell Faculty AU sidefic
  • Not Your Average Fairy Princess (AO3 | Tumblr) - Samwell Faculty AU sidefic
  • I Abhor You/I Adore You (AO3 | Tumblr: Glitter Ball, Winter Screw)
  • Sprezzatura (AO3 | Tumblr 1, 2, moodboard) - a character study of Nursey as a perfectionist, with tiny hints of Nurseydex at the end
  • He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: A Nurseydex Collection (AO3) - a collection of Tumblr ficlets that make a nice timeline
  • The Importance of Proper Cuticle Care (AO3 | Tumblr) - Nursey picks at his hangnails and it’s driving Dex crazy
  • How to One-Shot a Zombie with Derek Nurse (AO3 | Tumblr) - a Halloween ficlet in which there are no actual zombies
  • Taming of the Squirrels (Tumblr) - Tango and Nursey make it their goal to touch a Samwell squirrel. (Mostly Tango-limited POV, with some accidental Nurseydex happening in the background.)
  • On the Reality of Showering with Your Boyfriend (Tumblr) - shower nerd arguments, not shower sex, it’s much safer
  • “We can share” (Tumblr) - Dex loses his luggage, Nursey offers to help
  • Grad school bad mental health day (Tumblr) - might be a prequel part of the Samwell Faculty AU ’verse
  • Untouchable Face (Tumblr) - pining Nursey songfic
  • Nursey buys Dex a hypoallergenic cat (Tumblr)
  • Dex and Poetry (Tumblr) + art of Nursey at a poetry reading
  • The Scarf (Tumblr) - fiber witch!Dex urban fantasy AU


  • Tailspinners (AO3 | Tumblr) - Holster runs a literacy nonprofit, Ransom is the new pediatrician in town
  • Seasonal Drinks (AO3 | Tumblr: Apple Cider, Chai, Pumpkin Spice Latte) - autumnal fluff in a coffee shop
  • The New Ref (AO3 | Tumblr) - ref!Holster, dentist!Ransom
  • “I noticed” (Tumblr) - Ransom notices that Holster is a little homesick
  • A Night at the Ballpark with Holster (Tumblr) - an excerpt from my “Holsom move to Durham” WIP
  • Holster Shags (it’s a dance, I swear) (Tumblr) - an excerpt from my “Holsom move to Durham” WIP
  • I want to make plans with you (Tumblr) - a proposal story


  • You Forgot Your Change! (AO3 | Tumblr) - AU in which Lardo is an art student working as a waitress who meets Shitty while working
  • Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (or at least clarifies a few things) (AO3 | Tumblr) - a post-Shitty’s graduation ficlet


  • Howling at the Moon (AO3 | Tumblr w/art) - werewolf!Kent, werebear!Tater, and cryptid studier!Bitty (gen)
  • Let Me Slip Into Something More Comfortable (AO3 | Tumblr) - Kent’s showgirl friend introduces him to the benefits of personal tailoring (gen)
  • Bad Date Bingo (AO3 | Tumblr) - Kent comes out, the team showers him in blind dates (Kent/OMC)
  • Ready, Set, Pumpkin Guts (AO3 | Tumblr) - Bad Date Bingo ’verse sidefic (Kent/OMC, kidfic)
  • Rain in the Desert (AO3 | Tumblr) - Kent as a guilt-ridden incubus (Kent/Swoops)
  • The Captain’s Crew (Tumblr) - the Aces rally around their captain to fend off reporters constantly trying to ask him about his first game facing Jack again (gen)
  • Kent Parson/Derek Hale crossover (Tumblr) - what can I say, I got an ask (omgcp/Teen Wolf crossover)
  • Kent’s Tattoos headcanon (Tumblr) - in which Kent has Alice in Wonderland-themed tattoos
  • Kiss with a Fist (Tumblr) - post-Parse III songfic (past Kent/Jack)
  • The kind of cat you can’t just pick up (Tumblr) - that time I actually wrote a very short Patater ficlet (Kent/Tater)
  • Kent’s party boy image (Tumblr) - a meditation on Kent’s life in Vegas (gen)
  • Parse the Incubus (Tumblr) - a Lost Girl fusion ficlet (past Kent/Jack)

Meta & Headcanons:

  • Writing the Southeast: The Singular Y’all and Why You Shouldn’t Use It (Tumblr)
  • Writing the Southeast: The “East Coast” Issue (Tumblr)
  • On Bitty and Southern Christianity (Tumblr)
  • On the Realities of Georgia HS Football Coaching Salaries (Tumblr)
  • Thoughts about Holster (Tumblr)
  • Thoughts about Ransom (Tumblr)
  • Thoughts on Nursey’s Parents (Tumblr)
  • What If…?: Dex (Tumblr)
  • What If…?: Kent and Jack (Tumblr)
  • What If…?: Tango (Tumblr)
  • What teams do the SMH boys support? (more realistic edition) (Tumblr)
  • Bartender Dex (Tumblr)
  • Holster: Very Nearly Blind (Tumblr)
  • How Holster and Shitty get Chowder’s birthday turned into an all-campus party (Tumblr)
  • Thoughts on how Nursey & Dex’s different economic backgrounds might manifest (Tumblr)
  • Random Martial Arts Headcanons (Tumblr) - what martial arts the various characters would practice
  • Hockey Dentist Facts (Tumblr) - info from my dentist, team dentist to the Hurricanes
  • How being serious childhood athletes might affect the characters (Tumblr)
  • Bitty and Hip Hop (Tumblr)
  • Jack does Gyrotonic (Tumblr)
“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked”

A/N: I got stuck with OTR and wanted to try something new. Basically this is businessman Harry, long af, smutty af and has daddy kink. Please tell me what you thought of it if you read it? I might start working on a second part if you like it. xx

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.

Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV.

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

Y/N is good at getting what she wants. Most of it, she won’t lie, is handed to her in a flash when she mentions her last name but she’s never felt one goddamn bit of shame for it. If there’s one thing she had been taught is to feel proud of her genes and with pride is how she shall use them to her advantage. She enjoys drawing out the tension when her high heels click into her office and everyone around her avoids direct eye contact in case she throws a fit or feels like firing them. Likes that whenever she has a special gala evening event her assistant’s phone blows up with designers begging her to wear their brands. Fucking loves being the heiress of a growing empire and she defends it mercilessly. A hustler in couture dresses and fresh manicure.

In rare occasions, though, almost once in a blue moon, Y/N gets told No. When she can’t use her father’s connections as a shield, she isn’t afraid to build her own and get to work.

“Styles Enterprises, how may I help you today?” the female voice squeaking bored Y/N to death. She decided to let the silence linger just for kicks. The girl on the line might’ve had nothing better to do, but she, on the other hand, was in the middle of chugging down her Cosmopolitan. What could that bimbo do about it, anyway? Y/N could get her fired with a snap of her fingers, didn’t even matter that she wasn’t her boss.

Speak of the devil, that fucker was dead.

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