#rambling because I went shopping with friends today and literally nothing fit!!! everything sat wrong!!

[death-and-ruin]

I think it really says something about the clothing industry when I, as someone with a super feminine body, cannot find fucking clothes that fit me in the women's section. and this has been going on for a few years now

it used to be that I was able to find clothes!! and now it's becoming increasingly impossible!! wtf!!

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

This Christmas - A Harry Styles Christmas Series (Part 6)

Two life long friends. Secretly in love. Home for the holidays. Will they risk everything by telling the other how they feel? Or will they spend another year loving from afar? 

Read these first    Prologue  Part 1    Part 2   Part 3    Part 4   Part 5

**

By the time you were back at your Mum’s house after a day of shopping, you were exhausted. Apparently your mother waited to do all her Christmas shopping in one day and have you hold it all. Your arms were so full of bags and boxes for all your mother’s book club friends, you had zero room to look and purchase any of the presents you had planned on buying on your little outing.

“Is there a reason you bought literally every bottle of wine today?” You groaned, placing yet another bag on the counter.

“We’re doing a wine exchange this year,” she said.

“How many bottles of wine are you exchanging with one person?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Why do you ask so many questions?” She scoffed.

“I’m a writer. It’s what I do,” you smirked. “Also, this book club of yours how much time is spent on discussing the actual book vs the amount of time spent drinking wine.”

“Eh… 60/40,” she said, moving her hand back and forth.

“More like 40/60,” you laughed, just as the doorbell rang.

“Oh! They’re here,” she said. “Y/N get the door.”

“Who is here?” You said, heading towards the door.

As soon as you opened it up, you saw Anne and Harry standing on the front porch.

“Oh, uh, hey,” you smiled. “What are you two doing here?”

“I’m here for the book club,” Anne smirked. “Harry’s here to be the designated driver.”

“Yay me,” Harry waved his hands in the air.

“That’s tonight?” you asked.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Your mother shouted from the kitchen. “Stop being rude and let them in already!”

“Right, sorry,” you winced, moving out the way.

Anne walked right past you, while you and Harry stood there in the foyer.

“So… um, I should probably help my Mum set up,” you said. “But after we could head up to my room and talk…”

“Sounds good,” he smiled. “And I can help, set up too.”

“Good because you don’t have a choice,” you smirked, pulling him into the kitchen.

**

About an hour later, the book club was well underway and you and Harry were still making sandwiches and putting cheese and crackers onto a plate.

“Why do I feel like we’re only being used as free labor?” Harry joked.

“Because we are,” you laughed. “I think it has something to do with the whole they were in labor with us, so now we must labor for them.”

“I guess it’s the least we could do, right?” He laughed.

You giggled picking up the plates and taking them out. No one was paying any attention to you and Harry, so you decided to sneak up to your old bedroom and finally have the conversation you were dreading to have. When you got up there, Harry walked around a bit, remembering the last time he was there.

“I see you still have the Jonas Brothers poster,” he raised an eyebrow.

“That’s never coming down,” you scoffed. “You should know that. In fact, I would take it with me to my flat in London, but I have a new one I got last year on their tour.”

“I don’t know if I should be jealous or offended by that,” he laughed.

“Why would you be either of those?” you laughed.

“Because I don’t see any One Direction posters here and unless you have a poster of me at your flat…” he said.

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t,” you smirked. “You’re just not as cute.”

“Ouch!” He said, putting his hand over his heart. “I am now officially both emotions. You do realize they’re all married, right? Two of which have children, so unless you plan on being a homewrecker…”

“Well, I mean… if the opportunity arises…,” you joked.

“Wow,” he gasped. “I know what I’m getting you for Christmas. A big ass poster of me to cover your entire wall. One for here, one for your flat, and one to take with you when you travel.”

“Okay, that’s a little much,” you giggled.

“No, I don’t think so,” he laughed.

You shook your head with a laugh as you sat down on your bed, “So, what did you do today before you got dragged here?”

“Oh, nothing much, just spent some time with Mum,” he shrugged. “After she caught me sneaking back into the house this morning.”

“Smooth,” you laughed.

“What? I told you she got up early, but you wouldn’t let me get out before the sun was up,” he defended.

“Actually, you were the one to refuse to get out of bed,” you said.

“I was cold,” he shrugged. “And I didn’t feel like making the trek back to the house.”

“It’s like an extra twenty steps away,” you said.

“Anyway,” he said sitting down in your desk chair and spinning around a few days. “We have a conversation to discuss.”

“That we do,” you nodded. “Who should go first?”

“Weeellllll, since I’m the one who kinda just blurted out ‘I Love You’... why don’t you take this one next?” He suggested. “I mean it’s only fair.”

“I guess,” you sighed, dramatically laying down on the bed. “Before we discuss the next step… I need to get something off my chest. I don’t want you to take any of this the wrong way or anything…”

��Y/N, you’re rambling,” he said. “But I’ll try my best not to get upset or whatever.”

You sighed again, kicking your feet up to push yourself back up to sit on your bed.

“When you told me you loved me last night… I’ve wanted to hear those words for so long. Honestly, I think I probably would have wanted to hear those words back when we were like fourteen or something. And now that you’ve finally said them, It was like the best moment ever,” you smiled.

“Why do I sense a but coming?” He sighed.

“Because there is,” you sighed. “Even though I’ve been waiting to hear those three words and finally got them, I can’t just jump into a relationship with you because….”

“Because why?” He asked.

“We’re not the same people we were the last time we spoke, Harry,” you sighed. “We’ve gone years without even speaking a word to one another. What if we’re not the same people we fell in love with…”

“So, then you don’t love me?” He asked, confusion and hurt evident on his face.

“No, I’m not saying that,” you answered quickly. “I just… I think we need to go about this slowly because I’d rather take our time, get to know each other again, than to just jump right in and find out we’re not… you know.”

Harry hesitated for a minute before nodding, “I agree. I want to get to know you again. I want us to be closer again… and I want us to be together, but I’ll go as slow as we need to.”

You nodded, “There’s also… another thing we need to discuss.”

“Okay?” He asked.

“The whole long distance thing,” you whispered. “I know you live in London now, but eventually you’re going to go away for work or I’m going to go away for work. How do we know things won’t end like last time?”

“Because I won’t let that happen,” he said, taking your hand. “I fucked up. I know that, but I’d never do that again. I can’t… I won’t lose you again.”

“You really hurt me,” you whispered. “And it wasn’t just because you didn’t call or text, but because you were willingly spending and making time for all these other people… yet I never got that. Why? Why wasn’t I good enough back then? How do I know I’ll be good enough for you now?”

“I told you,” he said. “It was never because of you. It was me… me thinking I had to live a certain way.”

“Don’t you get it,” you said. “By you saying that, it obviously means that I didn’t fit into that way of life, Harry. I get it. I’m not some super famous and rich celebrity… I mean yeah, I’m not hurting for money, but I’m not a fucking millionaire either. I don’t own a house or have a super fancy car. I own a few designer things, but most of my clothes come from thrift shops or random shops in the city. I don’t look like someone who belongs on the cover of a magazine or in a movie or whatever. I’m just… me.”

“And that’s why I fucking love you, Y/N,” he whispered, looking into your eyes. “Do you honestly think I care about what material things you have or don’t have? Do you really think I’m that fucking shallow? I love you because you’re Y/N. My Y/N. I know we’ve changed, but everything I’ve always loved about you is still there because it’s what makes you , you.”

“I just don’t want to be the reason we don’t work out,” you whispered. “Because I’m not-”

“Hey,” he whispered. “If anyone should be worried, it’s me. I fucked our friendship, remember? I’m the one who will be leaving on tour, while you have a life here. You could easily forget about me.”

“I’ve never forgotten about you,” you told him.

“We can make this work,” he said, putting his hands on your cheeks. “We just have to let it.”

**

It was the next morning and you were typing away at your computer. You were making great progress and if everything went as planned, you would be finished with the manuscript by Christmas. You were finishing up your cup of coffee, when there was a tapping on the door.

“It’s open,” you said.

As soon as you got the words out, the door opened and Harry walked inside.

“Morning,” he smiled walking over and jumping on your bed.

You laughed, “Morning. What brings you by this early in the morning?”

“Nothing, just thought I’d see how you’re doing. Check in on your writing,” he said, looking around.

“Riiight,” you said. “I’d love to believe that, but you’re a terrible liar.”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m not lying.”

“Sure,” you said. “Whatever you say. I have about another half hour or so of writing before I’m finished with this chapter.”

“Okay, then I’ll just chill out here until you’re done,” he said.

“You’re up to something,” you said.

“Am not,” he said.

“Fine, deny it all you want, but I’ll figure it out,” you said, turning around to face your computer.

You looked back over your notes before getting back into the writing zone. After about five minutes, you felt someone staring at you. You glanced back behind you and sure enough Harry was staring at you.

“Can I help you?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, what? No, I’m good,” he said.

“Then why are you staring at me?” You laughed.

“Because you look really hot when you’re writing,” he smirked.

“You’re here to makeout, aren’t you?” you said.

“Well, since you offered,” he smirked, pulling you over to the bed and on top of him.

“I have a chapter to finish,” you laughed.

“So, you can finish it after a little break,” he said.

“I like the way you think,” you giggled, pressing your lips against his.

The previous night you two had really talked over what you were feeling and what you wanted. Both of you wanted to be together, that much was obvious, but you two knew things wouldn’t be that simple. But despite all your worries and your fears, you were willing to try and you couldn’t think of a better time to do it than back at home where it all started during Christmas time.

And you couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

**

So sorry about the super late post, but I got busy and lost track of time! 

Look out for Part 7 tomorrow! 

[introverted-and-unhinged]

I Think I’m in Love - Dustin Henderson x Harrington Reader

Summary: You’re Steve Harrington’s younger sister, and Dustin despises you...or so he thought. Oh, and he also thought he wasn’t going to prom.

A/N: The party is in their senior year of high school in this.

Word Count: 1862

“Shut up, Harrington! No one cares about your girl problems!” Dustin called from your living room as you sat at the dining table talking to your friend Marcy on the phone.

“You shut up, Henderson! We all know you suck at that game, and you’re never gonna beat Steve!” you called back. 

Dustin put down his controller and looked at Steve, rolling his eyes and making a gagging sound. 

“You know you’re sister is like the most annoying person in the world, right?” he asked Steve.

“Hey! Y/n’s not that bad. You know, for a little sister,” he replied with a shrug.

“Yeah. Right,” Dustin scoffed, “She thinks she’s so cool just because guys in our grade think she’s pretty and because she’s so popular. I really don’t get how they can see past her annoying laugh, or voice, or...face.”

“Sounds like someone has a crush,” Steve said, tousling Dustin’s hair.

“Ew. No way in hell,” he responded.

***

The party was spending their Saturday the way the had been for years, plaing D&D in Mike’s basemet. Max and El, however, had decided not to play today because they were going prom dress shopping with Nancy, who was home from school for spring break. 

“Are you thinking of asking anyone to prom, Will?” Lucas asked as he rolled the dice.

“Um, I don’t know,” he shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Well, you can always ask me for help if you decide to,” Lucas said with a wink.

“Or you could ask me and actually get a date,” Dustin retorted. 

“And you would know how to get a date how?” Lucas asked. “Last time I checked you hadn;t asked anyone either.”

“No, I haven’t, and I’m not going to.”

“You’re going to our senior prom stag?” Mike asked. He was a little out of touch with high school dating culture considering he’d been with El literally since they met, but even he knew how it looked to go to your senior prom alone.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Mikey boy,” Dustin said. 

The party looked at him quizically. He took a sip of his pop and burped.

“I’m not going to prom at all,” Dustin said. “It’s supid anyway.”

***

“What do you mean you’re not going to you senior prom?” Steve asked Dustin the next day when he and Will went over so Will could borrow Steve’s old tux for the dance.

“I’m not going,” Dustin said. “Dances are stupid, and I don’t want to go.”

“Dude, really?” Steve asked, fumbling through his closet. 

“We tried to tell him he should go, too,” Will said. “He’s not budging.”

“What’s the matter? Can’t get a date? I can help you with that,” Steve said with a wink.

“See, when you say it, I actually believe you,” Will said. “Speaking of, tell me if this idea is any good-”

Before Will could go off about his elaborate plan to ask his date to the dance, Dustin got up and made his way down stairs to grab a drink and a snack. Once he was about half way to the living room, he could hear your voice from the dining room.

“What do you mean Jason got back together with his ex?” you gasped. “PB, I’m so sorry. You two were going to look super cute together. No, no. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be able to find another date. We still have like two weeks until prom.”

Dustin immediately turned back around and booked it up the stairs. He barged back into Steve’s room rambling about the dance and exes and dating, and none of it made any sense.

“Whoa, whoa. Calm down there, buddy. What are you saying?” Steve said, holding his hands out to Dustin as if he might need to catch him from falling over.

“PB’s prom date got back together with his ex,” Dustin said walking toward Will. “Didn’t you want to ask PB to prom, Will?”

“Yeah, but-” Will started to say.

“But nothing. PB doesn’t have a date anymore, but that probably won’t last long. You better hurry and get over there if you want your dream date.”

“I’ll come back for the tux later, Steve,” Will said as he ran out the door. 

“But I just found it,” Stever sighed as the door slammed shut behind Will.

He tossed the tux on his bed and pulled another clothing bag out of his closet. He turned it toward Dustin.

“I have one that’ll probably fit you if you want to change your mind about not going to prom,” Steve said.

Dustin shook his head and sat on the bed next to the other tux, still catching his breath.

“How did you find out about that anyway?” Steve asked.

“I went down stairs to get a drink and a snack, and I overheard your sister on the phone.”

“You were eavesdropping on y/n?”

“Well, Steve, her voice is really annoying and hard to miss,” he scoffed.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve replied. “Crushes give you super hearing.”

Dustin flopped down on the bed with a loud groan.

“I do not have a crush on your sister, dude. How many times do I have to say it?”

“Sure you don’t, bud. Say, how do you feel about Ryan?”

“Baseball Ryan?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah, that one.”

“He’s a total shit head,” Dustin said, “He thinks he cool when he’s not, and he’s not even the best player on the baseball team. Plus, his hair is stupid looking.”

“What I’m getting here is that you’re jealous of y/n’s prom date?” Steve said with a grin.

“That’s totally out of context!” Dustin shouted.

“You’re so in love with y/n.” Steve said with a chuckle.

“Am not,” Dustin said.

***

“Y/n!” Your mom called from down stairs. “PB and Will are here, and Marcy’s mom just called to say that Marcy and Ben are on the way! come on down for pictures, sweetie!”

You opened your beedroom door and shouted at her to leave you alone to die like the pathetic loser you were. PB and Will turned to each other and exchanged glances. 

“Let me go talk to her,” PB said heading for the stairs.

You hear a light knock at your door before your best friend pushed it open and came in.

“You look great, PB,” you sniffled.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you in your dress?” 

“I’m not going. Ryan called this morning to tell me that he didn’t want to go to prom with me anymore, that he was taking a prettier girl from Central High instead.” you sobbed.

PB closed your bedroom door just as Steve walked by and rushed over to hug you, stroking your hair as you cried. Steve turned around and grabbed his extra tux from his closet before running down the stairs.

“What’s happening?” your mom questioned.

Steve stopped just long enough to tell her what he had heard outside your bedroom and told her to make sure your were in your dress and ready to go in twenty minutes before he rushed out the door and peeled away in his car. Your mom rushed upstairs on a mission with tissues.

“Honey, I have no idea what your brother is doing, but you need to get ready now,” she said to you.

***

“You need to get ready now,” Steve said as he threw his tux as Dustin the second he opened the door.

Dustin stood in the doorway holding the tux, dumbfounded.

“Move it!” Steve shouted as he pushed Dustin away from the door.

“What’s going on?” Dustin asked as Steve kept shouting and pushin him, even going so far as to knock the hat off his head and toss it on Dustin’s bed.

“You were right about Ryan being a shit head,” Steve said as Dustin closed the door and started changing. “He called y/n this morning and tols her he didn’t want to go to prom with her anymore because he found someone prettier at Central High.

“I TOLD YOU!” Dustin shouted as he yanked the door open.

Steve pushed Dustin into the bathroom across the hall, grabbed some hair gel, and started working on Dustin’s hair while Dustin ranted about how Steve should have believed that he was speaking from experience and not because he liked y/n in the slighted. 

“Oh, shut up,” Steve said as he put a tie around Dustin’s neck and tied it, “If that were true you wouldn’t be going to prom with her.”

“What?” Dustin said looking down at the tux and then looking at himself in the mirror, “What do you mean I’m going to prom with y/n? You tricked me!”

Dustin tried to push Steve out of the bathroom and make a break for his room, but Steve was too fast. He picked Dustin up around his middle and carried him kicking and screaming out to his car. Steve put Dustin down on the ground and placed his hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eye.

“Dustin,” Steve said, “After everything I have done for you over the last five years, the least you could do is smile for some pictures and take my sister to prom so she doesn’t remember having a shitty senior prom for the rest of her life.”

“Ugh. Fine,” Dustin said, getting in the car.

Steve walked around to the driver’s side and opened the door up.

“Plus, you’re totally in love with my sister,” Steve said as he started the car and took off.

“I’m not in love with your sister,” Dustin was still saying when they got out of the car at your house.

Steve just ignored Dustin as the walked in the front door. He left Dustin standing by Will as he went upstairs to explain everything to you.

“Steve!” your mom shouted, “Where have you been? What’s going on?”

“Mom, relax,” Steve said, “Y/n, I found you a date.”

“You did?” you said, sitting up a little straighter and smiling a little.

“It’s Dustin!” he said, giving you two thumbs up.

You rolled your eyes at him and sighed.

“Relax, y/n. He likes you. He’s just too, um, too Dustin to admit it,” Steve said.

You laughed and nodded, standing up and straightening your dress out before making your way to the door.

“Wait. I’ll go get the camera!” Steve said backing out the door and running down stairs.

Once he was down there with the film rolling, he called for you to come out of your room. You walked down the hall and heard gasps from your friends as you started coming down the stairs. You smiled as you watched your feet, trying to be sure not to trip over your dress since you weren’t too great at walking in heels. Dustin’s mouth fell open as he saw you walking down the stairs, in awe of the way your hair fell over you shoulder when you looked down.

“Steve,” he said tapping your brother on the shoulder without taking his eyes off you, “I think I’m in love with your sister.”

Steve chuckled, patting his young friend on the back.

“And I just got that on video tape,” Steve said.